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A few more weeks past by with no sign of my wife and her boyfriend tiring of each other, in fact quite the opposite, she seemed to be keener on him than ever. Their first Valentine’s Day together was a milestone. As her cuck and loyal husband, I bought her the usual card and flowers. He bought her expensive flowers much bigger than mine and presents, the main gift being a designer eternity ring from Tiffany which she wore on the same finger as her wedding ring and engagement ring, I have to confess that I looked up how much it cost and it made my heart sink. She spent Valentines evening with him and she told me she that she thanked him by giving him ‘the best sex of his life’. His card and flowers were left in our living room, I must admit I looked at the card, he had written inside, “thanks for an amazing journey, I still can’t believe how lucky I am, I love you…..forever yours XXXXX”. Reading it made my cuck angst soar.
Soon after Valentines she told me, one evening in a quite matter of fact kind of way, that he was coming over on Saturday evening and was staying the night and that I should move my things into the spare room so they could have our main bedroom. I must admit my cuck juices did love the idea, by now he had stayed many times whilst I was away but again this would be another first and line crossed. My humiliation was almost complete. On the other hand more alarm bells were going off in my head.
We talked about it, he was a bit on edge with me being there so I agreed that I would go to football as normal but would stay out longer than usual to give them space. When I came back I would just say hello and go straight to bed. The night before I cleared the bedroom of my obvious clothes and my bedside table of the usual man crap. Saturday morning I helped her vacuum the whole house, clean bathrooms, change the sheets etc. I left around lunchtime for football. That afternoon went very slowly I don’t remember the game I watched at all. On my way back on the bus, my phone security app showed me that he had arrived. I travelled to within striking distance of home and went to a local pub to kill some time, drinking very slowly as the last thing I wanted was to get home drunk. I knew they were planning to have a take away, I watched the takeaway arrive on my app, I gave them an hour then headed home.
I let myself in and could smell the Chinese takeaway and could see they were in the living room, I opened the living room door, they were sat on the sofa watching Netflix. He was in my usual spot, they were cuddled up together with her pressed up against him. We had some polite chit chat for a few minutes, he asked about the game I had been to. I must admit seeing them together like that did turn me on. She asked me if I was going to join them and I said no and that I was going to go to bed. I wished them goodnight and went upstairs.
I lay in bed for a while with a raging hard on listening to the noise of the TV from downstairs. About an hour later I heard the TV go off and them come up the stairs. I could hear laughter and soft voices. They went to their (the marital) bedroom, I heard each of them go to the bathroom. My room shared a wall with theirs and yes I did press my ear to the wall. I could not hear much so I lay down in the bed with my erection in my hand. This was so surreal, laying in my spare bedroom erection in hand listening intently to my wife and her lover in the next room.
A few minutes later I heard some soft moans and groans from the next room. These want on for a while, I crept onto the landing, their door was closed but I could hear better. I listened to their love making, it started slow, I could hear voices but not what they were saying. Her moans were getting louder, this went on for what seemed like a long time. I could hear the bed rocking slowly at first and then getting faster, then she started to groan very loudly and cry out things like ‘yes’ and ‘don’t stop’ and ‘your fucking amazing’, finally I heard their orgasms, first her than his, both crying out into the night. I was so turned on, listening to them I felt an erotic tingle at the base of my spine (which I had never experienced before), my cock throbbed so hard it was painful and just before they came I had an orgasm as well without even touching myself covering myself in cum as I tried to catch it. I retreated back to my room. Yes they were playing to an audience but I had never got close to making my wife make the noises she had just made with him. It was a sobering moment.
The cuck angst post nut clarity now hit me. My orgasm had been the most intense of my life, I was reeling physically and emotionally. I lay in bed listening to their post sex chat and laughter. I could not hear what they were saying but no doubt it was the same as I was thinking….this is fucking crazy. In the post nut clarity it was the laughter that hurt the most, more than the sex. Listening to them sharing such an intimate emotional moment really hit home.
Eventually I drifted off to sleep, I woke early next morning to the sound of them having sex again. This time I lay in bed wanking listening to them, time it lasted longer (about 40 minutes) and not as loud as the night before. It was softer and more tender. I came again all over myself long before they finished. Again this did hurt my feelings a bit, my ED was always better in the morning than the evening and so I had often tried to have morning sex with her, she had always said no and told me that she was ‘not a morning person’, apparently she was ‘not a morning’ person with me only.
About 9am, I received a text from her, telling me to take the dog for a walk as they wanted some privacy to get up and have a shower (together I assumed). I got dressed, grabbed some on the go breakfast and took the dog out. That morning walking around with my dog was a strange moment, there I was walking the dog whilst my wife was having a shower with her boyfriend. You could not make it up. About 90 mins later I received another text telling me I was free to come home. I returned home walking past his posh car on our drive (I had moved mine the previous day for him, symbolic I know). When I got there they were sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee. They smiled and said hello, it was a little awkward, I made myself sit down and have a coffee as well and in typical British style we talked about the weather and how cold it was that morning. Nothing about the night before was mentioned by any of us. She said they were heading out for Sunday lunch, I went to my room for a lie down as I was exhausted. A hour or so later she popped her head around the door to say goodbye and ask me to change the sheets. I heard the front door close and them drive off. Then like a good cuck I went to the marital bedroom, the sheets were covered with the cum and pussy juice stains of their love making. I stripped the bed, put on new clean sheets and started to tidy up. I knew he would be staying over again very soon and that this would now be a regular event.
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