Now that Cameron was single and Jen had tasted sexual bliss, all that was left to do was indulge.
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Over the course of that year I became somewhat more concerned about Jens whereabouts. Having to duck off to help friends every other night, or other parents from school needed a baby sitter for a few hours. I had by the end convinced myself all must have been good however, our sex life was somewhat back on track and we rarely fought like we used to.
Jen however wasn't having sex with me, she was letting me use her body out of pity and guilt, with some enjoyment of humiliating me. She considers that year a wild ride of high emotions, pure lust and desire and seemingly endless orgasms.
Her year of infidelity however was taking its toll on her. In early 2016 she had decided to call off the affair with Cameron. The deceit and logistics were becoming a burden, one that as a person, Cameron was not worth. For all his bedroom prowess, he was still a toxic and draining individual.
Both Jen and I had begun to grow more with each other for the next few years, the birth of our daughter in 2016, a house purchase and some normalcy steadied our lives. Jen had suggested some things for our bedroom fun, big things, thick things, which she suggested for what are now obvious reasons.
Come 2019, Jen receives a text message, her phone had been on the kitchen counter just next to me. Cameron popped up, but the message from the notification banner said "Hey, how are you. I'm back in town, want to.." Jen saw me looking at her phone confused, and somewhat quickly picked it up, read the message and explained he was looking for Joanne.
For the rest of that week Jen was anxious and a little distant. Glued to her phone and never just leaving it laying around any more, protective of it. I had become suspicious and after a few days, and some thinking I asked bluntly one night while we were in bed "Did you fuck Cameron?" "Yes" was her simple reply.
What happened next was unbelievable to me, I became extremely hard. As engorged and throbbing like I was a teenager again, I felt hurt and betrayed but so unbelievably horny. I asked some questions, like how long, why, when etc. When I was out of questions for the time being, I climbed on top of her and fucked her for all of 10 seconds and came.
The rest of the night was filled with more questions, more sex and emotions. We would sleep for an hour then have sex again, and repeat until the morning. I called on sick, sent the kids to school/daycare, then fucked her all day.
Jen was apologetic and was trying different ways to soften the blow, back rubs, Blowjobs, favourite dinners, the works. All I asked for however was details, all of the details. Details I used to masturbate to. After a few weeks of this I was curious to see if my situation was unique, in some ways yes, but the overwhelming evidence pointed to me being a cuckold, a modern willing cuckold.
After all of the things Jen had done, knowing I'd pretty routinely kissed cum soaked lips, licked her creampied pussy, had been the second in sloppy seconds. I forgave her, and asked if she would do it again, my only rule, it can never be Cameron again. Jen promised that if she was to go through with cucking me, it would never be him.
I'm now more in love than ever before, and my wife has a freedom few women get to experience and enjoy.