My Wife Cheated #1-4: A First Time Cuckold

Nothing more, nothing less. It was only a game. One of dozens we’ve played with in the bedroom over the years. Like all the others, when I got carried away with it, she put her foot down and that was that.

Or so I thought. Until yesterday, that is.

Yesterday, Liz sat me down and confessed to cheating. Only, in her mind it wasn’t technically cheating. It was all my idea! Just because we’d played with that stupid fantasy a time or two in the bedroom, she had decided that her going out and screwing some other dude was fully justified!

But wait, it get’s worse.

Apparently I’d been living out my own fantasy for several years now and didn’t even know it. That’s right, turns out Liz had been screwing this guy for years!

And before I could even wrap my mind around this news, she points out that there wasn’t actually a Teacher’s Conference today. Instead, Liz had spent the entire day at a house not two blocks from our own with her ‘boyfriend’—one of my best buds, Eric.

Yep, Eric! Believe me, I was beyond stunned. I couldn’t even speak.

That’s when she stood up and began undoing her blouse. I stared numbly as it fluttered to the floor. Immediately she was working her tight jeans down.

Wait. She thinks we’re going to have sex? Now? After all she just told me?!

Wearing nothing but the lingerie she’d worn with Eric earlier, she stepped up onto the couch cushions, a foot on either side of my lap. She was standing above me.

“This is what you wanted, remember?” she said smugly, placing a hand on the wall as her knees settled on the outsides of my shoulders, thrusting her nasty crotch at my unwilling lips.

I turned away.

“Stop being a little baby,” she snapped irritably. “People cheat, oh well. Get over it already.”

SHE’S CRAZY! GET UP MAN! RUN OUT OF THE ROOM! RIGHT NOW!

“You know you want it,” she teased, bumping the side of my face with her satin-covered crotch. “Did I mention how big Eric is? Oh God, he’s huge! Way bigger than you!”