Marcy was a devoted wife and mother. Married to her high school sweetheart when still a virgin, she had not even seen another naked man other than her husband, that is, until recently. Not that she didn't have offers before. At 29 years of age, she was very pretty and sweet, with a knock out petite little figure that she didn't mind showing off. She took great care not to cross the line from sexy to slutty, but she did like the feel of a short skirt or little summer dress when the weather was hot.
One could say that Marcy's husband was not deserving of her devotion. She had caught him cheating several times when they were supposedly "exclusive" in high school, but she believed him when he later said that "now that we're getting married, I'm leaving all that behind". Of course Peter didn't. He had no idea though that Marcy knew about his affairs after they were married. She decide to just put up with it, rationalizing that he was a good provider, great with the kids, and even sweet towards her in every other way but this. "he just can't help himself" she thought, but it wasn't easy. With each new affair he had, she found it more difficult to put up with it. Then the last straw came in the form of a text message.
She was shopping at the time and a text came from Peter. At the start she thought his text message was wonderful. "Hi sweetheart", it started, "just wanted to let you know that I can't stop thinking about you. It feels amazing being with you". She thought it was the sweetest thing, until she read on. "I have to see you again tonight" the text message continued, "I'll tell Marcy some lie so I can get away. She's too naive to figure it out". Her heart dropped, and her blood began to boil! "Me naive? Me? Says he who can't even get another phone so he doesn't send a text to the wrong person by mistake!". That's it, she had enough of this.
She was going to get even, and her plan was a bit unusual. While Peter was having his rendezvous that evening, she would wear her shortest, sexiest dress and go out to a pick up bar she had heard of. She wasn't just going to have sex with a stranger behind Peter's back though. No! She had something much more elaborate planned.
It didn't take long at all for guys to approach her at the bar. That short little dress she was wearing and her flirty attitude made her a magnet for so many. She even had a few women look her way approvingly. After talking to a few of the sexiest looking hunks she settled on one that she seemed to get along with and seemed adventurous enough to try her plan. She explained to him what she wanted to do and he eagerly followed Marcy back to her house.
As they were about to arrive home, she stopped the car and sent a text to Peter. "Since you're with your mistress tonight, you must not have figured out yet that the text you sent her today actually came to me. I'm not as naive as you think! I've already sent a copy of that text to my lawyer". She told him nothing about the new friend she had just made. 'Yes, that should do it', she thought . He should be rushing home soon. So she poured a couple of glasses of wine and joined Robert on the couch. She told him that she just sent the text and that they should see Peter arriving soon. While they waited though, why not indulge in some passionate kissing and heavy petting? After all, she wanted both herself and her new stud to be very aroused when Peter arrived.
Well, it didn't take long for Peter to come rushing through the door, intending to launch into a well rehearsed explanation, but instead he stopped dead in his tracks. Peter had just arrived at the moment when Robert was pressed tight against Marcy's breasts while giving her the most passionate of French kisses, and his hand resting firmly on her thigh. "Who the hell is he!?", yelled Peter. "Oh hey Peter", Marcy replied, "Peter, meet Robert, he's a new friend that I just made tonight." Marcy went on to explain to Peter what was going to happen next. The three of them would go up to the bedroom, Peter was to sit quietly on a chair and watch as Robert had is way with her. "No Damn way is that going to happen!!", Peter yelled. At which point Marcy explained that if he didn't do exactly as he was told, she would tell the lawyer to go ahead with divorce proceedings and also tell his family and friends what a cheater he had been all these years, and not a smart one at that.
So , Peter was to be cuckolded. He was angry, seething, but compliant. He sat there in the bedroom watching his wife passionately kiss another man on their bed, while Robert's hands ran up her thighs, lifting that little dress higher and higher until he was caressing her ass. "I love it when you do that to me", she responded, "My husband does't touch me the way you do". She continued to talk this way, having stripped Peter naked(to increase his humiliation) and tied his hands behind his back so he couldn't cover his ears. Robert got more aggressive, pulling Marcy's panties off, causing her to moan and then moan louder as he caressed every part of her body. She told Robert to take her, to make love to her like a real man. Peter helplessly watched as another man had his way with his wife, and Marcy moaning and screaming with pleasure as her and Robert explored different positions. At one point, when the lust between her and Robert was at it's peak, she looked over to Peter. Since he was naked she saw that Peter was sexually aroused. He may have been angry and jealous, but he was also getting off on watching her be taken by another man. Marcy looked at Peter and kept commenting on how this was the most satisfying sex she had ever had and on how Robert had managed to give her orgasms, unlike her husband.
