Twenty Years of Being a Cheating Wife

My husband and I have been married for over twenty years. We were both virgins on our wedding night. He doesn’t know it, but the next morning, he was still a virgin. He got really drunk on our wedding night. My dad and his best friend, practically carried him to our hotel room that night, undressed him and put him into bed. About an hour, or two later I was enjoying acting drunker than I really was so my new husbands best man would flirt and dance with me. Everyone from the wedding party had left and Donny was drunk enough that he started really coming on to me, trying to touch me, right there in the hotel with people around.

I told him he better leave that I need to go be with my husband, and I walked off. He watched me walk unsteady across the big room. I faked bumping into a chair, and he was quickly beside me telling me, for my safety, of course, that he should walk me to my room. In the elevator he kissed me. In the hallway, he kissed me again and slid his hand over my breast. At our door, he leaned me against the wall, unzipping my dress discreetly as we kissed, so that I wouldn’t notice. (he,he) His fingers unhooked my bra as his tongue slipped into my eagerly awaiting mouth. I told him that we can’t do this, I’m a married woman. And turned around to unlock the door, pretending to be too drunk to somehow not notice my dress is only staying on by a small hook n eye up top where my zipper used to be closed. My bra straps had fallen to around my elbows and I guess that I wasn’t supposed to notice that as well.

I stepped through the doorway to find my husband snoring on the bed and my dress hook having been undone. My bra and dress tumbled to the floor. Before I could gasp a breath, my panties followed. He pulled me up into his arms and picked me up. Kissing me tenderly, I kicked off my pumps, one by one. Boldly he carried me to the bed and laid me next to my sleeping husband. Then he stripped off his clothes as I watched.

He came to me, every step his cock got harder. He slowly laid fully on top of me. I was so horny I could feel my juices getting my asshole wet, and beyond. His cock was on my pubic mound, his balls in my wetness as his knees parted my legs. I shivered with anticipation and told him,

I am a virgin. We shouldn’t do this. I am ovulating and am not on the pill. My husband expects me to be pregnant by morning. If you were to cum in me, I will be extremely surprised to not become pregnant. This has been fun. You are very hot, but we can not do this.

Do you think that there is any chance that your husband will wake up to impregnate you tonight, or even tomorrow considering the hangover he will have?

Well,,,,, No. (I knew this, of course. That is why Plan B is now laying on top of me. I want, no I need, to become pregnant tonight)

Are you going to rape me?

No. I am going to make love to you in a way that you will long for me every time your husband has you in his arms.

And he did. And after filling me to overflowing with his sperm, the first time, he stuck his fingers inside me and scooped up the bloody mess and wiped it all over my husbands shrunken cock and balls.

Evidence he took your virginity, my love.

I giggled. We made love all night. In the morning, we showered together, and he left.

Every year since then, he has come to visit from Thanksgiving until January second.
We make up the guest room for him, where we make love every day while my husband is at work.
When our son turned 18, he went off to college.

Donny Moved a few blocks away that year and often was at our house for dinner and to play pool with my husband. Donny worked third shift and we got to spend a lot of time alone together. Very romantic, very sexual. Donny was into light bondage and was really good at knots. We would blindfold me, tie me up in positions that gave him easy access to my asshole, vagina and throat, without letting me move or get the blindfold off. Then he would fuck me.

Soon these games progressed into us pretending strangers would be fucking me. He was a great actor and made it fun and believable. I started craving the reality, but it also really scared me. Months went by and we were having a beer at my house. When my husband went to pee Donny said that an out of town friend who taught him bondage was going to be in town for two days next week and was willing to help me make my fantasy come true. Hmmmmm, I thought.

The next day I told Donny that before making the decision, that I wanted to see a picture of his friend.
He laughed saying the whole point of the blindfold is so you and him don’t know each other. I thought for a few more minutes and told him,

Ok. Yes, ok. But ONLY if you promise to never leave my side, even to go pee.

Donny agreed. I was so excited waiting for the day to arrive. Donny douched my rectum, bathed and shaved me, tied my hair up and filled my backside with lube before blindfolding me and tying me up.
I laid there with my knees bound to my shoulders at the armpits, wrists to my collar, ankles spread wide, to something. This was something new. He put headphones on my ears and something over that, totally blocking out all sound once music was turned on. And left me.

I was listening to music and felt hands on my breasts. Strange hands. Mouth kissing and licking between my legs, Soft cat o nine tails lashing across me. All the things I expected before a cock entered my mouth. As I’m sucking it and getting it wet enough to slide down my throat, I feel a big cock go into my vagina. As the penis that I am pretty sure that I have never smelled or tasted before bottoms out in my throat and the penis that is way bigger than anyone I have felt before bottoms out against my cervix, I feel him lean forward, then a wide cock slowly push deep into my rectum. Holy shit. This was not what I agreed too. And I was positive none of them were Donny or my husband, the only two cocks I had ever had before.

They fucked me for a couple of hours. Enjoyable? well, yes. Did I feel betrayed by Donny? Yes, oh fucking yes. I was pissed. How dare he do this without my permission.

Donny confessed everything. The “friend” was his dad. Only his dad was supposed to show up. But his brothers found out and followed his dad over here. They threatened that if they couldn’t join in, that they would tell my husband about my wedding night. They would ruin my reputation. There was no choice.

Donny and I wanted revenge.

I cried a lot off and on over the next few days. Then I got the biggest surprise of my life. When I woke up, my son, you know the one who is supposed to be off in another state? He is sitting at my kitchen table, talking with his dad. Donny is drinking coffee. My husband said,

Honey, you better have a seat. I will get you some coffee while our son makes a confession to you.

Mom. Please don’t say anything until I have finished. When I was young, I loved to watch you and dad make love. Then when I was about 10, I discovered you and Donny fucking.

A lump went into my throat, I glanced at my husband pouring coffee, his back to me, but obviously listening. I looked my son. I thought I might have heart failure.

Mom, when I turned 16, I started recording you and Donny, and you and Dad. You were my porn goddess. I also put cameras at Donny’s house. And that was super hot watching you learning the fun bondage games with Donny. I stroked my cock many times wishing it was me fucking you blindfolded.

I was shocked to my core and very deeply embarrassed to hear all of this.

And mom, I would still be having my secret fantasies about you and never have told you or dad any of this, but then I witnessed the rape. It was so wrong. Donny was so distressed, they made him watch. I could tell that he really loves you mom. And mom, dad and I both know about your wedding night, and mom, dad and I both love you. Mom, as a team, you me Donny and Dad can send these fuckers to prison. How about it mom? I got video of the rape and the extortion.

My husband set coffee in front of me, took me into his arms and told me he loves me.
I asked him if knowing about Donny changed how he felt towards me, or Donny.

No.

I asked him why. He said that he has always known about Donny. Donny is his best friend.
I was confused. Always?

Did Donny tell you about what happened on our wedding nigh?

No. I knew before that. I am sterile. You wanted a child. I feared you wouldn’t marry me if I couldn’t give you one. I’m sorry I deceived you into believing I was too drunk on our wedding night. As it happens, I got way drunker than I mint to and missed everything.

And you let it go on for over twenty years? Why?

At first it was just because I wanted to please you, and Donny loved you. And then I started to notice you falling in love with him. And our son adored him, and he is still a loyal good friend. There was nothing to change.

Tears flowed freely down my face and I hugged my dear husband tightly telling him I love him sooooo much! When I turned around to hug my son, Donny put his arm around me and for the first time told me he loves me in front of my family.

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