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My now-former wife had a dark, slutty streak and hot past that seemed at odds with the way she generally appeared in public: glasses, short hair, long sleeved tops, jeans or calf-length skirts, nothing too revealing. She had introduced me to cucking early on in our relationship by cheating on me, telling me about it after the fact, and teasing me for how horny it made me despite myself.
One morning she told me she was meeting friends for brunch. I didn’t think anything of it until first three hours passed, then four, then six. By late afternoon I was really starting to worry, especially since she hadn’t responded to my texts. It was dark when she finally slunk home, and as soon as she walked through the door I could tell what she’d been up to. Her hair was a mess, her face was flushed, she smelled of sweat, and she was just wearing the thin tank top that she’d had on under her shirt when she had left the house earlier.
At first she was coy, as was usual when she’d been bad. She told me that she had met her friends for brunch, and then afterwards stopped by a mutual friend’s house for a quick fuck. The two had been flirting for a long time, and she had finally decided to do something about it. But I knew there was more to the story, as there always was with her, so after I pressed her she admitted that she had never gone to brunch. The whole story had been a ruse so she could spend the entire day having sex with our friend — who, it turned out had already made out with and fingered her a few weeks before. In setting up the playdate, she told him that she wanted some rough cnc play from him. He fucked her all day. He made her gag on his cock until she was drooling. He came on her tits and face and back. She had faint bruises on her throat where he had choked her. He even fucked her ass, which I had done only once in the eight years we’d been together.
The coup de grace came when she added that they hadn’t been alone in the house. His roommates, who knew she and I were married, listened to her wail and beg and make animal noises all day. Knowing that I would be seeing all those people at some point was devastating. The entire time she was telling me about her day, she was sitting on the couch across from me, rubbing her battered clit while I sat in the chair and watched her, helplessly stroking my cock. We came at the same time. And then I watched her masturbate to orgasm three more times, since telling me about her cheating adventures always made her insanely horny.