Cheyenne is five-foot-six, blue eyes, long auburn hair, pale skin, with nice figure and 34D breasts. Back then, in her mid-twenties, she had shoulder-length blonde hair and she was a 34C-24-34. My wife worked for one of the big banks at a larger branch in the London suburbs with over a hundred people on the staff. There were frequent parties, sports and social events occurring.
Amongst her colleagues was Mark, a guy who I always found cocky and arrogant. He was around our age and not the typical Adonis, but he had the reputation as the office stud. I remember standing with my wife and her best friend at one social and they were chatting and also telling me about what he was like and about his recent conquests. He had apparently bedded a number of the female staff, including married ones, and had not stopped there but had also had screwed around with female customers. The reason they were chatting about it was he had been confiding in them about his latest conquest. They were giggling and mocking shock as women do when gossiping.
I remember seeing him checking out my wife at the previous year’s office party as she got of a couch and her long dress with a split fell open, I could see the hunger in his eyes. I thought nothing more of it than what a scumbag he was, but the moment seems to have been imprinted in my memory all these years. I also remember an occasion when I was playing soccer for their team in a tournament and he spent most of his time on the side drinking and chatting to my wife.
Even though I encouraged her to dress sexier for work, she no longer had to be told, she was taking much more care with her appearance. Some of the time it was almost a sixth sense that I should have listened to. Once we agreed to meet and go shopping. I got there and looked around two or three times in the store we were supposed to meet in. I swear she wasn't there, but suddenly she turned up saying she was there all the time. She started going to more work socials without me and also going over to her friend’s house (supposedly) for the evening, which had not happened before. I also swore that I saw her get out of a car once as I turned off the main road into our street, yet when she arrived minutes later, she convinced me that it wasn't her and she’d been walking. Once, when I was going out with some friends, a couple guys cancelled so I was hanging out with one friend. I tried calling her a few times to check in and there was no reply. She’d convinced me that she’d been home and either there was a fault with the phone system or I’d been dialing the wrong number.
Anyway, I only got to know about this affair when it ended. The pressure seems to have made her sick and she was up early hours in a state. Out of the blue she suddenly said, “I have something to tell you” and through tears she told me she had been having an affair. It took me another twenty-four hours to get the name or should I say I finally guessed right. It took many months to get out her what had gone on and till this day I doubt it’s the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
It seems it went on for at least six months. It started at an after work wine tasting evening, at the office. He had sat next to her and paid her a lot of attention throughout the event. Seems he also made sure she tried copious amounts of wine and, unlike her taste for sperm at the time, she failed to spit any of this wine out into a spittoon.
At the end of the evening, Cheyenne found herself in the kitchen washing glasses and Mark was there drying up as other people shuttled in and out carrying and tidying. She said he was chatting teasing and paying her lots of compliments. She also noticed he “accidentally” brushed against her a number of times.
They were amongst the last to leave and he suggested she comeback to his place “for coffee.” She agreed and when they got in his car, she had a problem with the safety belt and whilst helping her he made some comment about if he pressed the wrong button she would be flat on her back. I questioned her why she went back. She told me that she was enjoying the attention having fun and didn’t want the evening to end quite yet. Even though she knew, I would be waiting around her mum’s to pick her up that night. I also said to her, “surely you knew where this was going.” Her reply was that she knew it might end up in more flirting and maybe a kiss, but nothing more.
They got back to his place, apparently a one-room apartment. He offered her coffee and went to put the kettle on, then he returned to where she was standing. He put his arms around her and kissed her, she didn’t resist and they kissed lustfully. After a few minutes, still kissing, he maneuvered her back onto his bed where they continued. His hands were all over her and when I asked Cheyenne why she didn’t stop it, she simply blushed and said she was enjoying it too much and the wine had made her too relaxed.
Gradually he undressed her and paid a lot of attention to her body. She made it sound as if she did very little, other than lie back and enjoy it. The sex was basic, he apparently mounted her in the missionary position and fucked her ‘it was nice’. His cock apparently was not as thick as mine but much longer. She was on the pill back then and it was pre- HIV days. He came inside her, never even asking if she was on the Pill.
Mark wanted more but it sounds like reality hit her then and she was also conscious it was getting late. He drove her back to her mother’s and said he wanted to see her again. She apparently told him it couldn’t happen again.
When she arrived she was a lot worse for wear and her makeup was a mess. I got her home and when she got to the bedroom she passed out and I had to put her to bed. It took me many months to cajole her into telling me about the affair. It seems a mixture of shame and the fear of hurting me more held her back. Apparently after that evening he told her how great she had been and she could not resist his attention and compliments. And so began an affair that lasted at least six months.
I have very limited information as to most of the where’s and when’s, but I know they spent some lunch hours together and he used to regularly drive her home. We live in the countryside so there are many quiet lanes. Also they made the most of work socials, sneaking away early or fabricating events likes inter-branch darts nights. So he definitely used to have her at his apartment and in the car. It seems when I had something on after work, they would use this to stop off at his place before coming home.
Once she arranged to go and have dinner supposedly with a girlfriend one evening and that involved me dropping her at the station and picking her up later. I remember waiting outside the station for the best part of an hour as she was late. I didn’t know that the wife I picked up was full of another man’s sperm and her panties were probably soaking with the excess leakage.
She even caused an argument with me hours before her office Christmas party which resulted in her going alone.
The one thing that took some time to come out was that Mark once had sex with Cheyenne in our home. I was out late at a function and she knew it, so she actually invited him over and cooked him a meal, almost like they were playing husband and wife. We live on a cul-de-sac, so strange people or happenings don’t tend to go unnoticed, so she took a huge risk. She told me that when he arrived he pretty soon had her bent over the arm chair. I had to push much harder for her to admit that later he had had her in the marriage bed. And I returned that night to sleep in that bed.
It took some years to get over the affect her affair had on our relationship. I was like a dog with her bone regarding it, constantly asking more questions, searching for new details and wanting the stories retold. I would think of some event back then and question if there was something more to it. It also became part of our sex play to make her tease me or for me to cross question her and call her names. Many a time she brought me off, telling me about what they did, even though she was still was very embarrassed. Through these times however despite me vocalizing the fact that I wanted to see her fucked, she insisted that she had made that mistake once and would not do it again.
Then life moved on and we had a family. I discovered the internet, quickly followed by chat rooms, and then specifically the wife-watching chat rooms. I would spend hours immersing myself in chats with like-minded people, mainly guys, not to mention a whole lot of i
diots. Cheyenne became intrigued by what I was up to and she started wanting to see what I was doing. Gradually she started joining me some nights, taking over chatting. What I did cunningly was to vet the guys I chatted with, eliminating the idiots, and I directed her to the good ones. That way she would have a good experience.
Over the months, Cheyenne got to know a few guys and she found the fact that it was totally anonymous liberating. She could relax and have fun without being judged. My wife quite obviously enjoyed chatting to more dominant guys, and she was intrigued by “doms” – the masters who had experience in BDSM. I was stunned by how turned on she was by these kind of discussions.
There was one guy who played out scenarios with her and had her dress up and even play with herself. This was before we had a cam and he had never even spoken to her. Late one night after a long chat he actually talked her into phoning him and she immediately got into a sub role, calling him “sir” and doing whatever she was told. This culminated in my shy sexy wife bringing herself off on the phone for him.
The Dom defined my role as a sissy cuckold and wanted her to humiliating me, but I was not buying into that part. He insisted that was the way it would be. He kept insisting that soon I would drive her to a pub and hand her over to him and leave, and then return when I was called. Suffice to say, as much as I thank him for unlocking or revealing the sexual submissive side to my wife, I never allowed him anywhere near her. I am pleased with my judgment back then, even though it was new and I was desperate to experience these new “perversions.” This guy wanted to break all the rules, and I think he was either very dangerous or very green.
Cheyenne continued chatting to other guys, some “vanilla” as we now learned to call them, and some were Doms. In our first year or so of playing, my wife went on to experience more BDSM than fucking! For me, though, it was a case of allowing her to explore, as it would eventually lead to what I wanted. And if I am to be honest with you all that was to see her fucked hard and used like a slut.
The first guy we met in real life was “vanilla.” He was an Irishman in his late thirties and seemed to make her laugh and have good conversations, which he slowly made more and more explicit. Finally she decided it would be fun for us to just to meet up for him, to have a drink and a chat, as she was intrigued to see what he was like in real life.
This Irish guy’s online nickname was Paddy. I arranged for us to meet him for a drink at a pub, far enough away from home to be reasonably comfortable. It was the end of summer, the nights were starting to drawing in, but it was still mild.
It was weird to see Cheyenne dress for another man, yes it was only a drink, but she obviously wanted to look her best. She wore a short black skirt, a sleeveless gold top, black 5” heels, not stockings as it was still too warm. She took great care with her make-up and finished off with a nice perfume.
In hindsight, she was a little nervous but not as much as she has got when we have subsequently gone out “to play.” This seems to suggest that she didn’t have any intentions of doing anything other than to have a drink and chat. I for one was overjoyed just to have her do that much.
Paddy was already in the bar when we arrived. Once he confirmed it was us, as we have not seen each other’s pictures, he greeted us warmly. He gave Cheyenne a kiss on the cheek and offered to buy us a drink. He was around 6’3, slightly greying hair, the strong looking builder type.
We found a quiet spot in a big open bar and started to chat, just lightly at first. He obviously had the gift of gab and quickly put Cheyenne at ease. He was obviously very pleased with what he saw and was paying her lots of compliments. I have to say, I was feeling comfortable with it too. I really didn’t know how I would feel when this actually became a real situation rather than fantasy.
Things got a little flirtier and he was constantly touching her hand and arm as they chatted, this progressed to him actually leaving his hand on her thigh. She made no attempt to move it but continued as if it wasn’t happening. We had had a couple of drinks when out of the blue he said to her, that he had booked a room next door, if she wanted to go somewhere more private to talk. She blushed and declined.
He went off to get some more drinks shortly after, while he was gone, I asked her if she was alright. She replied yes with a smile. I then reassured her that I did not know he was going to spring that on her. This was actually the truth in this case, although I do admit, that as our adventures continued, I have manipulated things to get what I wanted. At this point however I was more than thrilled to have her just interacting with a man in this way. She then asked me if I was disappointed that she had said no. I replied maybe a little but it was a bit of a shock. I again reassured her that everything was fine and that I had no hand in his offer.
We continued chatting and getting on well. I excused myself and went to the loo, I took my time, I don’t know why. Perhaps it was just the novel idea of knowing a man was openly hitting on my wife with my permission. I got back to our table and sat down; he immediately announced to me that she had agreed to go up to the room. I cannot tell you how shocked I was, I looked at her but she was looking down at the drink in her hands, avoiding my gaze, she was blushing profusely.
From this point on I felt like I was in a dream sequence, everything seemed unreal, I felt like the proverbial fly on the wall. I was driving so it certainly wasn’t the drink!
I can’t remember another thing that was said, but we finished our drinks pretty soon after and we got up and followed him to the hotel next door. The hotel had a spiral staircase and being a gentleman he let her go up first; he followed close, directly behind. I kind of straggled along after; feeling like I was not significant in what was unfolding.
We got to his room and he asked if she wanted some wine. She said yes and proceeded to go and sit on the edge of the bed! So I sat in the chair. He handed her the wine and sat next to her, some more small talk ensued. He paid her some more compliments and she smiled and flirted, there is a very obvious thing she does when she is flirting which is play with her hair. It was as if I had melted into the background and did not exist to the two of them.
Then he reached out and took her glass from her and put it on the bedside table. He moved close to her and leaned in for the kiss. They kissed passionately as if the hunger had built up in both of them. The kiss seemed to go on and on. The briefly stopped, like swimmers gasping for a breath, but then continued as if their hunger had not been sated.
As they continued kissing, his hands that had been around her waist and face, started to wander and for the first time I saw a man mauling my wife’s tits through her top. She made no attempt to stop him, if anything the kissing got harder, as did my cock. A scene similar to many I’d fantasized about was actually happening in front of me. I found myself holding my breath as if I was fearful that any slight movement would bring a halt to proceedings. My emotions were heightened, I felt a tinge of jealousy but that was virtually drowned out by how turned on I was. I am not exaggerating when I say that I was more turned on than when it was me in foreplay with my wife.
He pulled away from her and asked if he could take her top off. Her reply was silent; she simply lifted her arms up allowing him to lift her top off over her head. He didn’t stop there though, he murmured something and she turned sideways and he efficiently removed her bra. Again I heard him mumble something along the lines of “they are beautiful” and she smiled with a faraway look in her eyes, he proceeded to explore her nice, firm breasts.
He went back to kissing her but this time his hands were mauling her bare tits, rubbing and tweaking her delicate pink nipples. He then lowered his lips and suckled each nipple in turn, whilst doing this one of his hands was still playing with the other tit. When he went back to kissing her, her hand came up and behind his head pulling him in urgently. As the kissing continued, his hand went down to her leg and he started to work his way back up, dragging her short shirt with it. His palm pressed down on her mound which was still covered by her thong p
anties. I saw his fingers push the narrow band of material aside, giving him access to her most private married area. A place that was once my domain alone and where she’d said she’d forsake all others. She squirmed a little but it became obvious this was from pleasure as her thighs if anything parted a little wider.
He then knelt at her feet and proceeded to take her panties off, a process that was helped by her raising her ass. And there it was her tight married cunt (carefully trimmed in those days), spread open in front of a man she’d met only a couple of hours ago. Her cute pink labia lips, which are slightly but noticeably uneven, were moist to the eye. He went down on her briefly and tasted her nectar, licking around her lips and finding her hidden clit while his fingers continued their exploration.
He then got up from the bed leaving her lying there open to his gaze and proceeded to strip off quickly. His cock was hard but nothing special. He then fiddled around putting a condom on, something I’d mentioned I would insist upon if anything should ever happen. He then got onto the bed between her legs pushing them back and up. Suddenly it was as if she woke from a deep trance and she looked frightened and uncertain. I was onto this like a flash, I walked over to her side and took her hand and reassured her that it was okay. It took her a few seconds but she lay her head back down and he pushed into her.
Now this was massive moment for me. I know she had already been penetrated numerous times by at least one other man’s cock, but this was right in front of me, so this was a whole new ball game. She closed her eyes and seemed to just let it happen. She let go of my hand and I stepped back, my eyes never leaving the scene in front of me. He started to pump back and forth, I was fascinated to see his cock disappear and reappear from my wife’s cunt.
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