Thank you for sharing your account of Stacey's night out. This could be the start of some regular extra-marital action for her, especially as her friends now know how far she'll go on a night out. She may even have let slip to them by now that she went home and confessed to you and you actually enjoyed hearing all about it. Had you ever discussed her going with other men before? I only ask as it seems unusual for people to use the word "cuckold" like she did without some prior knowledge or research.
Your post really took me back to when my wife would go out and come home with tales of her evening and whether she'd been naughty or not. I worked shifts, one week early, one week late, so Debbie developed a social life of her own. Sometimes this involved dr1nking in our works's social club bar with colleagues of mine and some outside associate members. She also played darts for women's teams, so this would entail going to various local pubs and clubs for matches, plus occasionally there would be the odd girls night out.
Although she'd had a one-night-stand with a young customer from the shop she worked in at the time back in 1999, this was the outcome of us discussing the possibility of her getting some cock elsewhere with my knowledge and approval. We decided after that that we wouldn't pursue the cuckold lifestyle and 9 years would elapse before things changed. By now the advent of the internet and social media helped here. I had tentatively started broaching the subject of her seeing other men again and her response, originally "I'm not going down that road again", became "maybe" then "Do you think you could handle it better this time?" My insecurities back in '99 had been a major factor in her not having more than that one-night-stand.
Debbie now started putting her toe back in the water so to speak, adding men on Facebook and letting me see who she was chatting to online and who was flirting with to presumably gauge my reaction. These guys ranged from work colleagues of mine, one of our neighbours to the s0n of a couple we knew! All seemed hopeful of some pussy, not the slightest bit concerned about Pete, the "unsuspecting" husband.
Now 44, Debbie would often come home after a few dr1nks with me waiting expectantly in bed for any confessions about her evening. On more than one occasion she woke me up to tell me she'd been "naughty". Naughty could range from letting guys buy her dr1nks and chat her up to hearing that men - often guys I worked with - had had a feel of her arse or groped her tits. On one girls' night out she returned to tell me that a black guy had homed in on her in a club, offered to buy her a dr1nk and steered her away from the rest to a quieter corner of the bar. Perched on a bar stool in her black mini-skirt, he soon had his hand on her knee as they kissed. Debbie had no tights on and as their kissing intensified, now with their tongues in each others mouths, the guy's hand worked its way under her my wife's skirt. She made no attempt to stop him, parting her legs for him to massage high up her bare thigh.
Sadly, one of her friends interupted them and said one of the girls had collapsed and as Debbie lived near her, would she take her home in a taxi? Had that not happened Debbie admitted that things would definitely have gone further. His fingers had almost reached her damp knickers and her pussy was twitching at the prospect of her having her first black cock. He was married so couldn't take her back to his and she confessed that he'd got her so worked up she'd have done it anywhere - in the back of his car or down some dark alley up against the wall.
She did go on to fuck one of my ex-workmates who'd asked her out way back in 1987/88 but got turned down. He'd left the company, but became friends with Debbie on Facebook (not me you notice!) He finally succeeded in getting my wife into bed on several occasions. I later added him myself on Facebook and I eventually plucked up the courage to chat to him about what he and Debbie got up to.
Our friends' s0n wasn't so successful, but he must have shown one of his mates her profile, as this guy was soon requesting Debbie as a friend and chatting her up. He was a 28 year-old security guard and my wife agreed to meet him. They had dr1nks one evening and the next day they met in town for a coffee. I'd dropped her in town and by all accounts before I'd even got home, they'd decided to skip coffee and go to his flat where he soon had her boots, jeans and knickers off and fucked her. She said it wasn't all that good, but she still went round the next day for another session! I bet our friends' s0n was well jealous when his mate told him he'd had her!
Later, she was invited away for a week with her widowed friend Teresa. On the Wednesday evening they were both chatted up by soldiers in a pub. Teresa was hit on by a 31 year-old, whilst Debbie's was just 25. They were both invited back to the nearby barracks to which they both agreed. "What about Pete?", Teresa asked. She was taken aback by the reply. "It'll be fine. I'll tell him. He likes me doing it. He lets me." Sure enough, off they toddled. I bet the guards at the gate gave knowing smiles as they checked the women ID as they went in. Both "Mrs" on their ID, both mid-40s with two much younger men.
Both were vigorously fucked that night, more than once, and Debbie at least got fucked again in the morning. I don't know about her mate, but my wife went to see her young squaddie every day for the rest of the week, reckoning when she came home that they'd done it about 15 times! I did notice a certain swagger about her afterwards, a spring in her step and a contented smile on her face, so her week away must have done her good!
Peter C
