hypocrite or cuckold : 03

I loved her pussy I always had. When she was needy, smelling her heat would drive me crazy with desire. Tasting her always made me ready to fuck her and fuck her hard. Her pussy was my perfect appetizer and dessert. Now there was nothing erotic. Instead of a tight hole that required me to push hard just to penetrate her, was hole the diameter of an expensive pen. I stuck out my tongue and felt no tension until my lips were pressed fully into her. As my mouth explored her womanhood, her outer lips seemed puffy and when I licked too hard or tried to nibble on them she flinched away. Clearly the asshole who fucked her and not been gentle. As I pulled away to catch my breath I inhaled her deepest scent and the pungent smell that greeted me caused me to gag. As I tried to recover, she pulled my hair until I looked at her. The tears were still there as she said, "Its okay my love you don't have to do this?" "Yes I do, you need to know how much I love you" and with that I removed her hands and renewed my task. I licked and kissed and knew that the salty paste I was tasting was not from her. With a hard will I continued. Why did I continue? Because I loved her. Finally, when I had consumed all I could, I started licking and sucking on her clit. I did this for what seemed a long, long time, but eventually I felt her body shake just a little and I heard her say thank you. Hearing that that I crawled up to her and hugged her gently. As I did so, she softly thanked me and told me that she loved me and knew that I still loved her. I think I surprised her then, when I told her I wasn't finished because her pussy was still dirty. She gave me a bewildered look as I rolled onto my back and told her to sit on my face. Before she could respond I said "Cindy sit on my face. Right now you are still full of his fucking cum and I want it out of you." She didn't react right away, but when I started pulling her she quickly moved into position. I stopped her just before she could drop her pussy lips to my lips, and looking into her eyes said, "Cindy do not get off me until you have cum again. Do you understand?" She nodded and I pulled her towards me. I wish I could say I enjoyed this, but I didn't. I wish I could say she enjoyed it, but I don't think she really did. Eventually she had another small orgasm. As I felt her breath catch and her body shiver and tasted the last vile bit of her lover's semen as she pushed unto my tongue. With that, she lifted off me and laid down

After a minute or two I got up and replaced all of the blankets making sure she was covered. I even bent down, kissed her and whispered into her ear that I loved her. I then went to the Master bath, brushed my teeth twice and gargled half a bottle of mouth wash. I tried, I really tried not to, but after my first gargle I started vomiting and once I saw what was coming up out of my body, the strength of my spasms got much worse. A few minutes before sunrise I too crawled into bed with my wife and her clean pussy. For the first time since we had been married, we fell asleep in the same bed without one of us spooning the other.

6 weeks ago she had told me that if I would let her continue fucking her lover our life would continue as before. Well she was wrong. As I lay there hoping for sleep I knew for certain that nothing would ever be the same.

I woke Thursday to the smell of bacon and realized that Cindy was determined to carry on with this charade. So I showered, dressed, ate breakfast and headed out to work. Well that's what she thought anyway. What I really did was call in sick and drove over to John's place. John and I had become close friends when I was 15 and there were few major events in our lives that we hadn't shared in some way. It was early in the morning when I knocked on John's door but I knew he would be home. John had made a lot of money as an OB-GYN and had retired 10-years earlier. He had been married only once and that had ended in a nasty divorce two years earlier. When the door opened John was a bit surprised to see me but invited me in. He poured me a cup of coffee and handing it to me he asked, "What the hell is wrong and how can I help." Lifting the cup in his direction I told him "Thanks for the coffee and the offer. I think I'm going to need both." We chatted for a little less than hour. I couldn't bring myself to tell him the complete truth but I did ask for the name of the divorce lawyer he had used. He refused to give the name or number, instead he went to the yellow pages and when he returned he handed me a post it with a name and number on it. "Steve, I really hope you don't need a divorce lawyer, but if it comes down to it. Call this woman. She was my ex-wife's lawyer." I thanked him and headed out telling him I had a lot of things to do. He just nodded.

Leaving John's I drove to my bank where I set up a personal savings and checking account in my name only. I than transferred the majority of the funds from the joint accounts in the new ones. I left enough to cover the monthly bills. Next I called the number written on the post it note and arranged an appointment for 1pm. Credit cards were next as I opened new ones in my name and arranged for the joint cards to have a lower credit limit. Now it was 11:30 so I enjoyed a casual lunch at Hooters and went to meet my lawyer.

At 1:00pm sharp a petite blonde with wearing a soft blue dress walked me into a large richly appointed office and introduced me to Susan Meyers. She reminded me of a formal version Sarah Palin, but that image was shattered when she started talking to me in sharp crisp tones. I spent the next 10 minutes explaining why I needed her services and she spent the next 10 getting the entire story from me. Before leaving her office at 2:30 I had accomplished my 3 objectives: Susan had agreed to take my case and represent me should I pursue a divorce action; I had engaged the private detective she recommended; I was beginning to feel like I did have some control of my own destiny.

Next up was Dr. Louis. As usual he was running a bit behind but by 5:00 I was at Walmart paying for my new Viagra prescription. Finally before returning home I drove over to Condom Sense where I purchased a package of 12 unlubricated scumbags and a 5oz bottle of "All night long erection" cream. I laughed when the girl selling it, told to me to use only a small amount and to keep it away from my wife's clitoris as it would also desensitize her.

I walked through the door at 6:00, to find Cindy cooking. She smiled as if the world was just and asked why I was home so earlier. I told her because I need a hug and kiss, then walked up to her and gave her the first and received the second. The rest of the night and the following week continued the same way. Cindy working hard to maintain the illusion that I was the only man in her life and me working just as hard to convince her was content with the illusion.

While eating lunch the following Friday my cell phone rang displaying the name Rick Hammer. Rick was the PI that Susan had recommended and he was living up to her praises. Rick informed me that during 4 of the last 5 days Cindy had gone to house of one Bill Jackson. Twice during her lunch break staying not more than 30 minutes inside. The other two visits were 2 to 4hours each and occurred between the time she left the school and when she returned home. He told me that he had excellent pictures of her entering and leaving as well as some good quality images of what she was doing inside. He asked me if wanted video of any future visits and I told him yes. He then asked me where I should send the pictures he now had. I told him to forward them to Susan and that I hoped I would never have to see them. He seemed to understand. But before he could end the call I instructed him to call me the next time she left his house after spending 2 or more hours to dig up everything he could on Mr. Bill Jackson.

In the coming days, maintaining normalcy was very difficult for me and I was a bit irritated by how easy Cindy made it look. Around 5:30 on Tuesday I received the call I was waiting for from Rick. Getting off the phone I sat down and reviewed my plans for the coming night, then reviewed them again. When my desk clock showed 6:30 I headed home.. to my loving wife.

Cindy was finishing up her stir fry when put my arms around her, nuzzled her neck and told her softly how sexy she was. Her smile grew and she playfully told me to sit down and eat.

The rest of the night I made sure to compliment her and made a couple suggestive comments. Nothing extreme but just enough to let her know I was feeling horny. She announced it was time for bed around 9:30 and disappeared into the bedroom. As soon as the door closed I went to the den and pulled out the hidden bottle of Viagra and swallowed a 100mg tab. 30 minutes later I followed my wife to bed.. Tonight instead of changing into pajamas, I just walked over to the bed, quickly stripped and crawled in next to my wife. She responded by rolling into my arms and pressing her lips to mine. I took my time to tease her, using my lips and hands and everything I knew about her to raise her excitement. I must have done something right, because it was only a short time before I felt her hand start to caress my cock and balls. She broke our kiss and smiling said, "poor baby, your cock is like a rock". Considering that Cindy is a beautiful woman, that I hadn't been properly fucked in almost 4 months and the Viagra, I shouldn't have been surprised by this statement but I was. Still I managed to respond, "If it is, it's all because of you." Hearing that she returned to the kiss and a good one it was. It was then I let my hand wander down to her pussy, again I didn't try to slip into her panties I simply started rubbing her sex through the thin material. Want to guess what my fingers discovered? That's right she was soaked, if possible even more than last time. I let me fingers linger, caressing and teasing her then I stopped and looked at her. When she looked back at me, in a very soft voice I said, "Cindy you are soaking wet." No reaction, so I continued. "The last time I felt you this wet I thought it was for me only to find out that wasn't the case. Cindy is all this wetness because you want me or am a teasing another dirty pussy."

There was a long silence and as she looked away I heard say "It's a dirty pussy Steve, I'm so sorry." I pulled her face back to me and told her to look at me. Then I said "Cindy I haven't felt your tight pussy around my cock in 4 months. Any reason other that it's dirty that I shouldn't fuck you right now." Her face broke into a big grin and she said no other reason, then kissed me hard. As we continued to kiss we managed to get her panties off and I started to slip my fingers in her. Just like last time she felt loose to me and more gooey than slick. As I started to move my body her legs parted in anticipation. When I left the bed and opened the bathroom door she asked what I was doing. As I opened the box and then the foil packet I told her I was getting a condom.

Reacting as expected I heard "A condom! Why do you need a condom? You have never used one with me? Why do you need one now?" I let the question hang in the air as I finished rubbing the desensitizing cream over my cock and finished with a hard squeeze into the condom before pulling it on my hardon. As I applied even more to the outside of the condom I told her that I to use one now. When she asked why, I re-entered the bedroom and looking at her.. I told her for the sake of our kids. She didn't understand so I told her that once I realized she was letting the other man in her life fuck her bareback I also realized that she was at risk for STD's even god forbid HIV. So I assumed the issue of safety was now my responsibility. She looked a bit hurt but didn't say anything. So I started stroking my latex covered dick and said, well "Ready or not here I cum." She smiled at that and opened her legs for me. I moved between her legs and although I really wanted to just ram fuck her right there I didn't. Instead I took 5 minutes to tease her with my cock. I rubbed it up and down her open, dripping slit. Then I laid on top of her and slowly thrust my cock up along her slit and down. I ground into her, making sure in the process that the cream was in all the right places. As soon as I realized my dick was almost numb, I entered her and began fucking her. Watching her face as I entered her, I could tell this was not the fucking she expected. I spent the next 15 minutes thrusting hard and soft, fast and slow. Looking down my cock was still pointing straight out from my body, but I couldn't feel a thing. This wasn't fucking this was just exercise. After another few minutes my wife asked me if I was getting close. My soft reply to her was "No" and I stopped moving. Then looking into her eyes, I asked her if she enjoyed her earlier fucking and before she could respond added "remember you promised to tell me only the truth.", she started grinding on me, thrusting up at me, but I didn't move or respond. "Cindy did you?" with a defeated look she said "yes I did" and then she looked away. After a heartbeat or two I resumed my thrusting pushing down to meet her upward force. Then I went all out, fucking her as hard and as fast I possibly good. I had no interest in coming, hell I could feel a thing. I did want to punish her physically. I wanted her pussy to be bruised and sore. I wanted to see her in pain as she tried to walk tomorrow. At the end my exertions I was dripping sweat and breathing hard and then I stopped for the second time and looked at her. "Cindy, are you enjoying this?" she looked at me and started moving beneath me and said, "yes baby, I am, you're so big and hard and the passion your showing, I am enjoying this a lot." I continued to look at her and then said. "Why are you lying to me? Why?", she started to protest but at this point I was ready to show her what she was doing to us, so I pulled out and stood up. When I did, she said, please baby don't stop, you are still so hard you need to cum in me baby." I looked at her and could feel a very evil smile cross my face. Yes, my whore wife, I do need to cum and I so wanted to cum in your pussy tonight. I wanted to see you cum on my dick too. I wanted to prove that I could still satisfy like a man, but it seems I failed. Do you want to know how I know you are lying to me when you tell you are enjoying it?" she shook her no, so I told her anyway. "I know you are lying because my rock hard cock as you called it, couldn't even tell it was in a pussy. Fucking you tonight was like dry humping air. Even when I moved around inside you the only time I knew you were there was when my pelvis could feel the contact with yours. But my dick?".. she turned away, so using her hair I forced her to look at me. I knew you weren't enjoying it because you couldn't feel my cock in your pre-fucked pussy could you? Could you?" She hugged me and started crying and in between her sobs I could hear her repeated "no, no.. I couldn't feel you" I l et her continue for a while then I pushed her back down, kissed her cheek and told her to get some sleep. I laid down too, pulled up the covers and went to sleep. For the first time since The Dinner, I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

I got up early and snuck off for work before Cindy woke up. At lunch time I went shopping for a suitable make up gift. When I returned home dinner was ready and on the surface everything seemed normal. But I could tell that Cindy was having a hard time pretending everything was ok. Later when she went off to bed, I poured two glasses of wine and took them to her along with a nicely wrapped box. With a thankful smile she accepted the wine and took a sip. I offered her the box told her not to open it. She asked me what the occasion was and I told her. "Last night didn't turn out so well for either of us did it?" she just shook her head. "Cindy do you realize that there is no hope for us if things continue as they are?" her eyes got wide and I continued "Since I agreed to be your cuckold I have twice tried to make love to you and both times you were, to use your words, dirty. And last night I got the answer to the last question you told me to think about." She asked "what question are you talking about?". "Remember when I asked you if he was bigger than me and you told me to be sure I wanted the answer? Well last night I was given the answer to a question I never really asked." Looking confused she asked what I meant. "Cindy, your pussy was so loose and gaping that even at my hardest I couldn't feel the walls of your cunt and you couldn't feel me in you no matter what I did. That tells me that your other man must be very large indeed? Is he black by any chance?"

"Steve he's not really much bigger than you, really don't think that way?" "My wife, there is nothing to think about, last night put fact to what had only been fear."

"As I thought about last night, I realized two things. The first is something you must have also realized. The longer you continue fucking this other man, the more likely you will be permanently stretched and neither of us will be able to find satisfaction in the other." "Steve, your just being silly, even if I was a bit stretched last night in a day or two I will be just as tight as you remember." I looked as her saying, "I hope your right".

"The second thing I realized is that I can't live with a third attempt to love you only to discover your pussy has already been used. So I have to ask you something before you open the gift. Why didn't you clean up your pussy before your came to bed. Surely you knew I wanted to make love to you, but each time you came to bed with a pussy full of his cum. Why didn't you just douche." She sipped her wine quietly for a minute and then "Honey, several years ago I developed a real love for cum. Didn't you ever notice that after you made love to me that I stopped getting up to go to the bathroom. I just laid in bed. I loved knowing your essence was in me and so I started keeping you in me as long as possible. After you fell asleep I would slip panties on and wear them all night. In the morning I would take them off, shower and wash the outside of my pussy but not the inside. Afterwards I would put on the dirty panties and wear the all day. It made me feel naughty and close to you at the same time."

"Are you telling me that you deliberately try to keep your pussy dirty for at least 24 hrs after a man has cum in you?" "Yes" she said? Does that rule apply to your ass and mouth as well? "To my ass yes, but not my mouth. The way I see it, when I swallow all that cum it's in my belly for at least a day, so I do brush my teeth."

"Well that is a surprise, still I think my gift will still work. You can open it if you want." Like most women she unwrapped the gift slowly, savoring the feel of the ribbon and texture of the paper. When she removed the lid, she glanced up to me with a smile and said, "They are beautiful, thank you." Inside the box were three chokers made out of cut glass. They were the kind of gift a 14 year old boy would buy for his first crush. It is not something a woman like Cindy would expect from her husband. The glass making up the first choker was a bright pink, the second a chocolaty brown and the third a bright red.

"Cindy in order to make sure I don't ever attempt to make use of you when you are already stretched out and dirty I want you to wear these chokers. I want you to put them on as soon as possible after your fuck hole has been used. If he cums in your pussy you are to wear the pink choker and you are to keep it on until your pussy has been thoroughly cleaned outside and inside. If he cums in your ass you are to wear the brown one and if you swallow his cum you will wear the red one. If two holes are used you will wear both chokers, if he uses all three holes you will wear all three chokers. Do you understand?"
 "Steve you can't be serious? How will I explain wearing these at work or to the kids?"

"Cindy I am more than serious. Wearing them is not optional. If I attempt to make love again and find you are pre-fucked, there will be no more US because I can't go through another night like last night. You can tell your colleagues and the kids whatever you wish, just wear the chokers. Will you do this one little thing for me, please baby?

"Yes my love I will wear them for you." Picking up the pink one I moved around and placed in on her neck? Reaching for the red one I asked her if she needed this, when she nodded I placed the second one her. She handed me the brown one without a word. I fastened the clasp kissed her neck, thanked her and suggested it was time for bed.

The next morning before leaving for work, I kissed my wife on the cheek and looking at her neck told her, "I hate the reason you are wearing them, but the look good on you." As I drove to work I couldn't help but laugh, they didn't look good at all. Standing there in her tailored suit coat and skirt the chokers made her look silly. Well, now she knows how I am feeling.

Over the next three weeks nothing really changed other than the chokers on her neck. If Rick had not been giving me a heads up on what she was doing I probably would have been shocked. But over the next three weeks there wasn't a single day she didn't wear a choker. A couple of days she only wore the red one, but on most days she wore either the red/pink or chocolate/red combination. At the end of the third week, now my 7th month without cuming in my wife's cunt.

It was another long day, ending a long week. As I sat at my desk the clock said 7:30pm. I laughed at myself and said, that's right old man, you just keep on working like a dog so your loving wife has plenty of time to get fucked silly. Well it's been 7 months since I've lasted fucked that whore cunt, so it's time I ensure there is a little more equality in marriage. Smiling I headed out to the car, home and Cindy.

After dinner, after the kids had gone out to be with their friends I poured a couple of glasses of wine and got the wall calendar. I then asked Cindy to join me at the kitchen table. She smiled at me as she sipped the wine. "A little in the year to be planning our vacation isn't it?". "Yes, it is." "Then why the calendar?" I retrieved a black sharpie and opened the calendar to the Tuesday night I had last tried to have sex with her. "Cindy are you aware that I have not cum inside your pussy for 7-monhts?" before she said no, I could tell from her eyes that she had no idea. "Well it has! Do you know that I often wonder how many orgasms you have had while fucking in that time? Or How many loads of cum you had pushed into you in the last seven months? Oh don't worry, I'm not going to ask. I am telling you this because on this date," I put an "X" through the day on the calendar I gave you the chokers so I would know when we could make love." As I talked I continued Xing out the days "Unfortunately in the 3-weeks since you first wore the chokers there has not been a single day you were available for us to make love." I glanced at her and ignoring the tear rolling down her cheek. "Cindy I have to ask and I want an honest answer? Before I gave you told me about your other man and I gave you the chokers, were you really sleeping with him 5-7 days per week?" "NO she replied it was never more than twice a week before I told you?" "Why do you think it is now everyday?" "He told me that since you were okay with it that we should be together more often. That way I could complete my exploration that much sooner." I nodded. "Did he force you to be with him everday? If you had said, no more than twice per week or maybe even once per week, do you think he would have agreed?" "I d-don't know, probably." With a heavy sigh I looked at her and asked her "Do you still love me?".. "Yes, please don't think I don't, I love more now than when I first said I do"". That forced me to do a double-take. "Cindy if that is true why is it that you made no time for us? I told you I would not attempt to fuck your dirty pussy again yet you have made sure it was always dirty." She looked nervous but didn't say a word so I continued. "Cindy you have not fucked me in 7 months, but I don't hold you solely responsible for that. However, the last month of my celibacy I do blame you for. For the last week I have been trying how to solve this. I promised you could keep your lover so I won't ask you give him up yet, my end date has not yet arrived. I never thought to limit your sexual activity, so I can't really punish you for that. And it is I who refused to use one of your dirty fuck holes. As you can see, it's a bit of a paradox. However I believe I have a solution, would you like to hear it?"

I looked at her and could tell she wasn't as worried right now and was indeed anxious to learn how I proposed dealing with the problem I had laid at her feet.

"Cindy do you think it's unfair of me to believe that I should be getting a good fucking at least once a week, especially since you are getting boned at least 7 times that often?"

"God yes Steve, once is the bare minimum, I wish you would fuck me every night. You know I want you to, dontcha?"

"Thank you, so we agree that I deserve 1 fuck a week. Well since I haven't gotten any for the last 3-weeks you owe 3 good ones right?

With a big smile "Yes baby I do and you can have the first one tonight!"

I reached over and gently caressed all 3 chokers she was wearing. "If only I could baby if only I could." She looked a little confused when she heard that.. good.

"So here is my plan. Any week in which you have a bare neck for at least 4 nights with one of them being Friday or Saturday I will consider that a week I could have enjoyed sex with my wife even if I don't." when she looked at me I said "well I might not be in the mood and that wouldn't be fair to you would it?". Any week in which I cum in your pussy meets the once per week requirement. Are you following so far Cindy?"

"Yes, I am following you. You want at least 3 days in a week where I a clean and available to be fucked by you, but you are not obligated to love me on those days I just have to be available." "You got it" I replied. "What happens if you don't use or I'm not clean 3-days?"

"Oh, then you owe me a good fuck." She smiled at this response and said "OK". I smiled back and said "and for every fuck you owe me, I will go out and find a woman who is willing to provide me the pleasure that my loving wife is unable to. Notice, I didn't say unwilling, because I know you would never deny me and are quite willing to let me fuck you. I just can't do it when your stretched and dirty."

"Steve, you can't do this to me.. you can't" as she began crying I went to hold her. "Now, now it's okay my love. I promise you I won't get emotionally involved, but we both agree that I should get laid at least once per week but it's been 7 months for me. I know that you are getting all of your sexual needs met, but have needs too baby. I know you love me, so I know you'll be okay with this. I promise I'll follow your same ground rules, I won't lie to you when I do it, but I won't volunteer either." I let her sob for another 10-minutes then offered her some wine and when she took the class I kissed her forehead and headed off the bed.

10-minutes later she joined me in bed and after a few minutes started caressing me and soon was stroking my dick hard. I let this continue for a few minutes as I was really enjoying it, then using my hand gently moved hers away. "Baby I hate going to bed with blue balls and if you keep that up, that's what will happen." She quickly whispered into my ear, "It does have to, I suck you dry?" I didn't even turn my head as I said, are you wearing the red choker? Throaty pissy "yes" was her answer. "I could give you a hand-job? How about that my love. I could jerk you off and you could cum all over my face or tits or pussy, you'd like I know you would." She actually giggled as my she felt my cock twitch. Once again I moved her hand but this I turned towards her and said, "Cindy are you going to tell me that I should be content with a hand job from my wife, my love, while she is getting 13+ loads of cum fucked into her various holes. Is that really what you believe?" As I looked at her, she dropped her eyes and I heard a very soft "no".

I rolled back over and she immediately spooned me.. moments later I could feel her tears dripping onto my back. She hugged me tight and said, I don't want you fuck anyone else. I whispered to the room, "Neither do I baby neither do I."

The next day was Saturday and Cindy left for your day long shopping trips. Of course these days she never came home with anything other than her chokers and filled pussy. Tonight was different though. When she came home, the kids were out but so was I. I had left a note on the counter saying that I was going to run some errands and would be home when I was done.

When I got home and entered the bedroom the clock said 10:35. Cindy looked up from her book, smiled and said, "Hi there stranger, I was starting to get worried." "Worried?" I replied, "Why? You got my note didn't you?" "Yes, hubby I got your note, but.." "But what?" I said, "Oh nothing, I just glad your home. Now come to bed.

So I took off my clothes and crawled under the covers. She was instantly wrapped around me and as she started kissing my neck I felt her hands sliding down toward my dick. Suddenly she stopped and sat up, "Where have you been Steve?" "Out running errands, baby?" "That's Bullshit Steve, who was the slut you were with?", "What are you talking about Cindy?" "Come on Steve who was she, I can smell her perfume all over you. Who the fuck was it?"

At this point I lost some control and literally jumped out of the bed and turned towards her. "Who was it? No one you, or your colleagues or the kids know that's for dam sure. No one I am in love with, that is equally for sure. If you want to know I'll answer every one of your fucking questions I won't tell you who she is. Any of this sound familiar. I sure as fuck hope so, as it's the rules I've been living with."

When I stopped talking she looked very sad, glanced down and when they came back up I could see the fire in them. "I understand, I owe you 3 fucks and you had to get your first one, you couldn't give a chance to make time for you." I interrupted her tirade by saying "I gave you 3-weeks how much longer did you expect me to wait?". I little of her fire died, but she continued, So you got laid, I really do hope it was good, hell after 7 months I hope it was great for you, I really wished it was with me but I get it. But Steve, why did you at least take a shower before joining me in our bed, why rub my nose in it? Why? Why be so cruel about it? She stopped and looked at me expecting an answer. I went and turned on the shower and returned, she was still waiting. She would wait a long long time for that answer, instead I looked her straight in the eye and said, "Do you remember the night I tried to make love to you and you told me you were dirty, already full of your lover's cum? Well that night, I had asked myself the same question you just asked me." I watched her just long enough to see her face register shock and then I then entered the shower.

When I returned to bed, Cindy was not there and at that point I didn't have the energy to see if she was even in the house. I turned on the TV and at some point I just fell asleep. The kids finally woke me up and asked what was for breakfast? I suggested they ask their mom, but they said she had left early to go shopping. That caught my attention as she had never failed to cook a morning breakfast for them since they had been born. Oh well, I thought to myself, if it's all ending at least it is partially on my terms. So I got dressed and took the kids out to IHOP.

Cindy returned home around 5, wearing all three chokers again and asked me to come to bedroom. Figuring this would be the denouement of my marriage I followed a bit reluctantly but no longer fearfully. I loved her, but had finally come to terms that it would probably being ending soon. After I entered she closed and locked the door. Then she sat down on the bed and asked me to do the same.

"Do you still love me Steve? Do you still want to grow old with me Steve?" I answered "Yes and Yes". She smiled and then said "I know that this has been hard on you Steve, much harder than I ever imagined. I realized last night that you weren't going to be able to take much more and I just about went crazy because I can't image my life without you in it. Steve, do you think could last one more month, just one more month?" She had surprised me once again, "What do you mean one more month?" "I mean my love, that it's February 22nd, if you promise me you won't leave before then, I will end my other relationship forever, on March 31st."

"What if I tell you I can't make it another month? That I need my wife all to myself, now and won't share her another day."

"If you mean that, then I will leave you now and go to him. I will spend the entire night with him to thank him for all he has given me, and I will never see him again."

"Why do you need another month? I really need to know Cindy, I really do."

Sighing, "I told you this was a journey of exploration for me. It has been. Once it began, we both generated a list. His list of was of things he wanted to do with or to me. Mine was of all the things I had ever wanted experience but was either too afraid or too embarrassed because good girls didn't do those sorts of things. It turned out our lists had many matches so we agreed the relationship would focus solely on completing our combined list and that once every item had been checked off the relationship would end for all time."

"Cindy, why didn't you share your list with me. I love you, I would have explored with you?"

"Steve, now .. I believe that you would have. At the time, I didn't think so. I thought some of these things were so depraved and that no respectable lady could do these things. The idea of you no longer thinking of me worthy to be your wife was too much. I just couldn't. Looking back on it, I know I was naïve and stupid, but that's the truth just the same."

"Cindy you never answered the question? Why do you need another month?"

"Because we think it's possible to complete the entire list by then and after all the pain I've caused you I want to put this behind me not have remain an "open item" sitting in the back of my head."

I looked at her .. I swear I just stared for 30 minutes.. yet when my eyes blinked the time on the clock had not changed. "Okay my love. I promise, I will give you until March 31st to complete your list. But all the other rules stay the same. I'm going to get laid every week, even if it's not with you. Do you understand?"

"Yes I understand. There is one more request I need to ask. He wants to take me away the last week of the month. Leaving Friday night and returning the Saturday. When I return to you that Sunday morning, there will be no one else ever again in our lives, only you and me?"

Now I wasn't just surprised I was shocked. "So you not only want a month but a weeks vacation from me too? Nice.. so very nice? Where are you two going?"

"He won't tell me, he says it's a surprise".

Shaking my head and laughing, because, let's face now it's just funny. "Okay you win again, in for a penny in for a pound. But since he has his stipulations, here are mine and it's not negotiable. At least 1 week before you leave I want a detailed itinerary for you including flight and room confirmation numbers. You will call me upon departure and arrival and at least twice each day so that I know you are safe. You can tell him I will not share this information with you so I won't ruin his surprise. On the other hand if I don't have this information and you leave don't come home."

Her smile flashed as she hugged me and said "Thank you, just one more month, thank you so very much." Then her smile disappeared, her serious face came back and I could see the fire return to her eyes. "Steve, I know that you have 2 fucks coming and will probably be owed another 5 before this over. I hate the idea but I know you are entitled to them and a part of me, really wants you to enjoy them." Eyes blazing "But remember this, you are my one true love and always will be my husband. So don't you dare fall in love with anyone else" She didn't really make it sound like a request. Her eyes sparkled and she smiled as kissed me again and whispered, "Besides you will never meet another woman that will be as willing and able to please you like me. It was pretty true before this stared but it will definitely be true come April 1st. She kissed me again then quickly left to start Sunday dinner."

Well the next month didn't exactly zoom, on the contrary it was on the longest months I've ever lived through. But there isn't really that much to share. We lived through the same daily routine and as predicted she wore all three chokers every day. Once a week I stayed out late and spent 4-hours with a stunningly attractive girl who worked on an in-call basis and delivered on her promise of the full GFE. Oh she was pretty and I always had a good time but I loved Cindy.

The week Cindy was off on vacation with "some friends" was not easy, but I forced myself to keep busy and tried to spend time with the kids. When she returned to me on Sunday she looked exhausted but her neck was bare and her smile melted my heart. I couldn't help it, I picked her up and hugged her, kissing her I spun her around. She stared laughing and kissed me some more. Finally, we got her and her bag into the bedroom where I kissed her and pushed her onto the bed. I stopped kissing her long enough to look ask her if she was all mine again. I saw her eyes tear when she said, "I am all yours and only yours for the rest of my life. I want you to take me and make me yours again. I need you to fuck my face, my ass and cunt I need to fuck me hard and fill me with your cum. I want you to make me feel owned by you and your dick."

I pulled back a bit, and said "You want me to own you?" She smiled and pulled me to her lips, "Silly you, don't you know you already own me, you always have. Now I need you to take back what has always been yours, not so that I will know it but so that you will."

I smiled and because I'm too stupid I couldn't resist, "So if I own your pussy and ass, if I decided to share it with a friend you would be okay with that?" "Steve, I am your wife and in public I expect you to treat me that way, but when we are alone you are my Master and I am your slave", placing my hand on your hot pussy. "You own this now and forever so if want me to use it to bring pleasure to another you only have to tell me." .. "Seriously?" I asked. With an evil smile she reached for my cock and said "Seriously Master, Seriously.... Oh.. God.. please Master fuck your slave's pussy."

Hell, after all this crap, what to think happened next. That's right. I fucked her pussy, seriously fucked her pussy. I was very happy to see her walking tenderly to the car Monday morning.

I told Susan Meyer that Cindy and I had reconciled and she wished us both the best of luck. I received the PI's final report along with disks containing all of the photos and video they had collected. Included in this was 80 hours of video from Cindy's vacation that according to the report was very adulterous in nature with a BDSM emphasis. All of this information I put into a safety deposit box.

I still have a number of questions that need to be answered. Do ask Cindy to share her list with me? Cindy was serious about being my sex slave which sounds great, but how do I become the Master she needs? And there here is Bill Jackson. I have a very complete profile of him thanks to Rick's investigation, the question is do I want to hurt him more than I want to thank him. Right now, I don't know the answers and will have to trust time to provide them. Until then, I am going to enjoy every moment with my wife and love slave Cindy. May all of you reading my story find the same joy I have and I hope you do so, without a fraction of the pain.