So, time for me to start putting up. I debated about showing off my whore of an ex-wife, and I may yet still do this, but I figured that you'd all appreciate this story a bit more. I'm not into the emasculation or the really hardcore cuckoldry stuff, so bear with me.
After a hellacious divorce and getting fired from a job that was *******ing me, I found my love. She was smart, funny, had great taste in music and movies, was way out of my league, and somehow still into me. She loved all of the same things I do, and that's a pretty eclectic mix of stuff. She was a little bit older than me, but she looked about 10 years my junior, and hot for that age. Slender, lithe, yet curvy enough to fill out a good evening dress. Pale as hell, the way I love them. Wonderful, long thick dark red hair down to her perky ass. I was in love pretty much from first sight, but too scared and messed up with my disintegrating life to do much about it at first. Her relationship was crumred and she was already out of it, and we had become fast friends, helping each other through the weird times.
Finally, when I managed to get a much better job, and settle cuckolds brownie with the divorce enough to make the move and ask her out, we swept each other off of our feet. Everything was great. And I mean great in terms that i didn't know what a relationship or love was supposed to be like before her. The sex was total porno-grade crazy-ass awesome. The girl had cultivated muscles in places that I had no idea were there. Bare hardwood floors, and she took care of herself with an insane amount of attention to detail. Now, I knew she had been around the block a few times more than me, but I was okay with it, as I was the lucky recipient of her education, and damned fine as it was.
We moved in with each other, then got engaged, and married. It was a few years from end to end, as neither of us wanted to jump headlong into something. We played it smart.
So, one day, I'm online, and I get an email from someone I didn't recognize. I get a lot of emails from strange people, looking to get some web-work done, as I've done freelance web stuff in the past and my name is out there. So I open this bad boy up, and there's a brief message.
"So, you got her now. Enjoy her, I know I did." And then there was a link.
Naturally curious, I followed the link.
What I saw was pretty wild. There was my lover, in black lingerie, a nice little thong and sexy bra affair, stripping and blowing some dude. It was pretty fucking hot. The pictures were a little old, but damned if it didn't get my motor running. The dude was plowing the hell out of her. I'll be honest, I'm not really one for porn. I've always found the real thing far more entertaining...and I had never been as turned on by porn in my life, as I was by this.
Silently, I copied all of the images to my hard drive and tried to find out more about the site. It didn't look like there was anything more there. It was hosted on one of those free websites you get when you get high-speed through the cable company. I tried to look up the owner, but there was nothing I could track.
I responded to the email guy, asking him how he got my email address and all of that, but never got a response. So, I chalked it up to it being the ex, and went about my business. Every once in a while, while we were doing it, my mind would snap back to those indelible images of her hips being dragged toward that foreign cock and it would rile me up enough to really give her a workout.
One weekend, she tells me that her computer has fucked up. It's shutting down sporadically and she's not huge into computers and wants me to have a look. No problem, I've been dealing with PCs most of my adult life. I fire it up, and at first it seems that it's just a minor virus...nothing that AVG couldn't track down and clean up. So I take care of it, but the next week, she's telling me that it's weird again. It's toast. Time for a reformat.
"What about my files?" She asks. No problem, I have a big portable hard drive she can drag her data to before I give the old box a sweep and clean. I leave her to it, and tell her to come get me when she's done. When she does, I start the reformat. Curious as to what she had, I fire up my own PC to check my email and see the portable drive on the network. Curiosity got the better of me again. It was just too easy.
There was a lot of doc files, some weird excel sheets, a lot of stuff that looked like office work, and then a 'media' folder.
Now, gentle reader, you know damned well what was in that folder because where you are reading this story, but I had no idea.
I pop that open and there are dozens of folders within. Pictures of my wife bouncing around in lingerie and stripping, images of her escapades with other exes, including an awesome set of her getting railed by a huge black dude. I quickly copy the directory to my own hard drive and get back to watching the progress bar on her computer a half-minute before she walks in to check how things are doing with a take.
Hiding the wood beneath the desk, I smiled and told her that it wouldn't be too terribly long before she was back in working order. She left me with her take and went back to watching the TV.
I slid back over to my desk and checked the download. Surprisingly (to me), there was a fair bit of stuff there. The rightclick told me that there was about a thousand files, give or take. I think to myself about how dirty it is that I'm getting turned on by my wife's former escapades, turn off the monitor and swing back to check on hers.
As I'm sitting there, thinking about how I'd find a little free time to sort through them all, she saunters into the room, wearing a black lacy bra, thigh-high stockings and heels. My eyes went wide as she explained in no uncertain terms that she was thankful for my efforts, and she proceeded to use my cock as lipstick before giving me one of the best blowjobs in history, pulling her mouth off just barely in time to let it explode all over her incredible cleavage.
The day after next, I finally got a few minutes to myself as she went out shopping. Bored, and slightly horny, I popped open that secret file, and began to feast with my eyes. Here she was in a teddy, stripping for the camera and flashing that voodoo pussy of hers. Here she was, looking up at the camera with that look every man loves to see, her mouth full of cock. Here was some more, with her out in the woods, buckass naked except for a pair of hiking boots and socks, her body shining in the light, shadows in the ridges along her stomach, underneath her full breasts. Here she is, riding a black dude ferociously, her tits caught by the camera mid-bounce. Here was another dude, railing her from behind, shooting the picture through the mirror.
I'm starting to feel like a kid on christmas. Each file folder I open is another gift from santa, better than the last. I open another, and holy cuckolds brownie. There was my wife, on her knees, one dude nailing her wonderful ass from behind, another dude filling up her mouth, with a couple other dudes lookign on in the background. My god. I felt as though I would come right there. I hadn't realized that I had been stroking it through my jeans for a little while. I ran through the rest of the thumbnails, watching her go on her back and accept each one of these fine fellows into her bald, talented pussy and mouth in pictures that burned into my mind.
I double clicked, pulling them into fullscreen as I grabbed some tissues. Might as well go all the way, I figured. She'd be at the mall for another hour or two, and there was no way I'd get away without blue balls at this point. I flipped through the pictures, watching them slam into her, looking how she smiled as she wrapped her tongue around a cock. Realizing suddenly that the guys were unwrapped, no condom between her and them. A little voice in my head thanked the fact that we had red tests and were both clean, but it wasn't more than a whisper as I stared at what those five guys did to te woman I loved. As I neared the end of the photo set, where she took load on her naked breasts and a few across the bare pussy, dripping down the near the lips, I exploded, quickly grabbing the tissues to catch the mess. and leaning back to relax, let my heart rate go back down.
Tossing the tissues into the trash bin before pulling my pants back up, I looked back to the computer, and my eyes caught on something on the screen.
The ring was on that dainty little ring finger as the tips of that hand caressed the cum from five guys on her body. My mind stalled. There was no mistaking it. I had bought her a custom ring, very distinctive and unmistakable. Oh my fucking god, she was cheating.
I pulled up the other pictures, rolling through them to see if she wore the ring in others, my mind now noticing the higher resolution images on the ones where she did. Not all of them, but several of the sets she was wearing the ring.
I went through several stages. Disbelief. Confusion. Anxiety. Was she looking for a divorce? We had talked, early on in our relationship about how I was not the jealous type, but if she wanted out, why wouldn't she have told me? How long ago was it? I counted 8 different cocks taken with the ring on. 8 Different cocks. My god.
Resignation set in at this point. If she was leaving me, there wasn't anything I could do to stop it. My mind replayed every sexy conversation we ever had, pillow talk about swinging and boning strangers at clubs. She wasn't really wanting to be married, I told myself.
I sat down in front of the TV and drank a couple of really strong takes, trying to settle myself before she got back. Despite all of it, I still loved her, more than anything. And the images burned brightly in my mind, and my body reacted in a way that was contrary to what I felt.
My god, I was a nervous mess.
When she got home with her shopping bags, she came over and popped onto my lap, kissing me on the lips and asking how I was when she noticed the watery eyes. She asked me if I was okay, and I just asked her if she was going to leave me, and that it was okay if she was, but I had to know.
She told me that she was never going to leave me, that she loved me more than she had ever loved anyone. I debated confronting her about the pictures, but decided not to. I asked her if she still found me attractive,a nd she said it was a silly question, considering how often we get it on. I asked her if she ever got attracted to other men, and she paused for a second.
She looked at me and told me that she was going to be totally honest and asked me to not use anything against her. I agreed and she said that she thought she was a sex addict, because she would get attracted to so many men, and even women, at times. She continued, saying that she was worried that I would hate her for that, and that I wouldn't be able to tolerate that sort of behavior from a wife.
It was then that an image came back to me, with my sexy wife using those men for their physicality, taking their lust and quenching her own with it. I wondered for a moment if she came home from any of those sessions and fuck me. The thought strained my jeans. I thought about banging her in a room with other men, each of us taking turns at her wonderfully s*******ed lips.
I looked at her and vowed that I loved her, and that if we needed some more excitement in our sex lives, that I would be more than happy to oblige. We embraced for hours and ended up in a sweaty mess on the carpet. We talked to each other about filthy fantasies and ideas for how we could turn up the heat in our hearts.
I told her about the pictures. She stuttered in response, starting to try to make excuses before i raised a finger to her lips, telling her about how hard they made me. It took her a moment to react, but then it dawned on her what I was saying. So long as we were honest and open with each other, I was okay with it.
I have some stories since then. May add some of the better ones, if there's interest.
I've put a few of the images of my lady up for you all to enjoy. These are one's I've taken, so I have a right to them. Sorry that they're face omitted. We both have professional lives.
Imagine these, all soaked.
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amazingly, still tight as a virgin.
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"The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything." --Friedrich Nietzsche
