My wife Caitlin always returned from business trips a little more radiant than when she left. She smells like someone else’s man. Her lips are slightly swollen and she wiggles her hips sexily. I even noticed that she spoke in a slightly different voice, it seemed hoarse. But instead of making a scene, I felt a hot, almost painful wave of arousal spread inside me every time. That’s how I became a cuckold.
It all started two years ago. She called me that night, her voice was too soft and contented. My wife said she was tired after negotiations, that colleagues had invited them to a bar, and then someone suggested continuing in the hotel room. I asked point-blank: «Are you with him now?» She paused for a second, and then quietly, almost whispering: «Yes… he’s inside me now. Do you want me to tell you?» Then I came that very minute, without even touching myself.
Jeremy is her longtime colleague. They’ve worked at the same company for years and often travel for work. Jeremy is a single black man, slightly younger than us. I always knew there was something between them, since they worked together even before Caitlin and I got married.
