Cuckolded by a Little Old Man Part Four (fm:cuckold, 2344 words) [4/4] show all parts

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Part 4

It had been a week since I had heard from Terry. He had fucked my wife again, setting me up to watch and made me clean his cock afterwards.

As far as I knew, she didn't know that I had watched her that day willingly betray our wedding vows, unless, of course, Terry had told her. This was not a simple drunken mistake. She had reached out to him.

It did seem, however, that our marriage was not as strained as it had been when Terry had first fucked her in her drunken stupor. We were talking more, and she seemed happier. I guess she was getting what she had been missing in our sex life. We still had not reconnected since Terry had fucked her the first time. But she seemed happier than I had seen her in years.

I was waiting and hoping for Terry to message me. Even though I was not supposed to message him, I was growing anxious. In a way, I missed him. I decided to text him a quick hello but received no reply.

Shortly after Sandra came home from shopping, I got a reply from Terry. It simply said "Busy. Don't bother me." I guess I couldn't expect much else. He wasn't a big communicator.

Sandra asked me what I was up to while typing out a message on her phone. She didn't really wait for an answer from me and just went into the bathroom and took a shower. I thought that strange, as she had taken one earlier that morning. I couldn't help but wonder if she still had the buttplug that Terry had inserted into her a week ago. My dirty mind quickly surmised that she did and was, in fact, wearing it, as he had told her.

Before I could investigate further, my phone rang. Work was calling me to come in a deal with some issues. I was on call.

I knocked on the bathroom door, which was oddly locked, and told Sandra I had to go into work and would message her when I was done and maybe bring home some dinner. All I heard back was an "Ok".

I left to drive into work, feeling somewhat lost. I needed to reconnect with my wife somehow. While I thought we were talking more, and she seemed happier, we still seemed like we were drifting apart. Just coexisting in the same house.

Arriving at work, I quickly found out that I would only need an hour to take care of business. Being only 3 o'clock, I decided to do something romantic and take my wife out to this new Thai restaurant that had opened nearby. I know she had been wanting to check it out.

I picked up a bouquet of roses on the way home. I wanted to knock this one out of the park. Tonight, we would reconnect and put the past behind us.

Arriving home, I entered the house with the roses hidden behind my back. I need not have bothered. Terry's dirty white sneakers were sitting by the door.

I laid the roses on the table and crept quietly down the hall, full of dread and desire at the same time. Our bedroom door was open, but just barely. Just enough for me to see the bed.

My wife was naked. Kneeling on the floor. Her blonde hair tied back into a ponytail. Her head was bobbing back and forth on Terry's girthy cock while he sat on the edge of the bed, encouraging her and calling her a slut. She was gagging and drooling, working it hard trying to get it all down her throat. She looked cheap and slutty. My beautiful wife, who apparently wanted to please this old man more than anything, couldn't get enough of his fat slug.

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Lisa & Eric writes Tue 21 Jan 2025 14:51:

This was my favorite part. Especially love the anticipation of how it ends.

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Reggie writes Tue 21 Jan 2025 13:13:

you're driving me crazy Sir. Can't wait to see what's in store for me!

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