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This is a true story from a few years ago with my first wife.
We were separated at the time, but she asked me to come for Thanksgiving Dinner and stay for the weekend. The girls were small and she thought we should be together. I knew she had a boyfriend she was seeing. He would take my girls out for ice cream as if he was their father.
I arrived, the house was full of her family. She told me to put my things in her bedroom. During the day and during dinner I visited with her brothers as if everything was normal. After dinner her brothers and their family left. The house needed to be cleaned as did the kitchen. I started cleaning up and soon I was cleaning the kitchen and all the dishes following the dinner.
While I was cleaning I did not know she went and took a shower, and got dolled up. She came out and told me she was going out for a couple of hours, and to help the kids to bed. I asked her where she was going. She told me it was not any of my business, but she promised her boyfriend that she would spend part of Thanksgiving evening with him. She then kissed the girls goodbye.
I was dumb founded. She asked me back for the weekend but then was leaving to be with “him”. I continued with the cleaning. Then played with the girls until it was their bed time.
The clock kept clicking, 9pm, 10pm, 11pm….. A couple of hours had turned into 4 then 5. At 1am I called the police satiation and asked if there was an accident as my wife had left and had not returned. I was told no, but I could have sworn I heard a laugh in the background. (small town, everyone knew everything.)
I went to bed but could not sleep. at 2:30 she came home. She was a wreck and smelled of sex.
She climbed into bed with me and turned over onto her side away from me. I said “I thought you were only going for a couple of hours, I had gotten concerned when you were late.“
Her reply was “He did not want me to leave. So I stayed longer. And it is not your concern what I do.”
Needless to say there was no reclaiming sex that night or that weekend. She did sleep with her ass against me. I could feel the heat that she was radiating. We got back together over Christmas.
A couple of years later we had neighbors who were openly living a cuckold / hotwife marriage. She and the other wife became friends, and would spend nearly every afternoon together drinking wine. To this day I have wondered if she was again cucking me when I was away at work…..
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