The Reluctant Cuckold and His Defiant Wife - Part 1

Sean was not a jealous man, nor was he prone to worry with regards to his wife's faithfulness. He hadn't been that way with the two other serious relationships he’d had before meeting Mia, either.

The unfamiliar sense of worry had been triggered by the discovery of a lingerie set that looked different than anything Sean had ever seen on his wife. Mia tended to favor soft, loose, feminine lingerie like baby dolls and camisoles, though she really only wore lingerie for special occasions like his birthday or their anniversary. Every so often she'd have a few drinks at a party and change into something sexy when they got home.

The lingerie set in question was corset-like, though the material was mostly see through with the exception of several lines that ran vertically up the corset and were made of something fairly stiff while being wrapped in dark satin. The corset had attached garters and came with a pair of panties and black stockings with lace tops.

Now, the appearance of lingerie - even lingerie vastly different from Mia's typical style - was not, on its own, a reason to worry. What worried Sean was that a month passed and not once did she wear the lingerie. It did, however, move from box he'd originally found it in. Sean couldn't be certain, but he thought it had been washed before being transferred to the back of Mia's underwear drawer, almost as if she was hiding it.

Sean felt bad for looking through his wife's underwear drawer in search of the lingerie, but the worry had gotten the best of him. He said nothing to her about it, though, for he had no interest in starting a fight when there was no need to do so.

What spurred Sean into drastic action was the smallest of clues. Mia had gone out with her friends on a Saturday afternoon. Sean found himself in the bedroom and saw that her underwear drawer had been left open just a crack. He walked over and opened it all the way. He searched for the lingerie. It was nowhere to be found.

Sean told himself that Mia had just moved it somewhere else, perhaps because she intended to wear it for him that night. He embarked on a search of its potential locations but it was nowhere to be found.

Then the paranoia took over. Despite his best efforts to come up with a perfectly understandable reason why Mia's lingerie was no longer in the house, Sean couldn't find any. Instead, his mind wandered to the rather obvious conclusion that she was cheating on him, that she'd bought the lingerie for another man, that she was wearing it for that other man in that moment.

Sean panicked for a moment and then his body and mind went still as an idea occurred to him. He could track Mia's phone. She could track his as well, but she'd have no reason to do so in that moment.

He'd never tracked her phone before. He was not a jealous man, after all. He did so in that moment, though. He found her - or her phone, at least - in a neighborhood five miles from their own. He knew the area. It was a higher end neighborhood than where they lived. Houses cost twice what they'd paid for theirs.

Sean stared at his screen for a few minutes to make sure that Mia wasn't simply traveling to another location. Then he grabbed his wallet and keys, got in his car, and drove to her location.

He parked down the street and walked the rest of the way. He came to a property with a long, curved driveway and a beautiful white colonial-style house set on a hill. He estimated that the house cost 3-4 times what they'd paid. Such calculations were commonplace for a real estate agent, especially one like Sean that had long tried to get a listing in the neighborhood he now stood in.

Sean confirmed that there was no other possible location for his wife's phone, took a deep breath, and walked up the driveway. It wasn't until he was halfway up that he saw his wife's Mazda parked next to a black Mercedes-Benz.

Sean stopped. His heart was pounding, and not because of the long walk up the driveway. His wife was in the house and she was almost certainly having sex with another man. A more successful man, which probably shouldn't have bothered Sean, but it most certainly did.

He took yet another deep breath and soldiered on. Sean climbed the three steps to the front porch and raised his hand to knock on the door. Only then did it occur to him that he should come up with a plan of some sort. Was he just going to push into the house, punch whoever Mia was having an affair with, and drag her out? That seemed insane.

He considered simply waiting by her car. He had a key on his key ring and could let himself in. He considered walking back down to his car and blocking the driveway with it, effectively forcing a confrontation with Mia whenever she finished the dirty business she was engaged in.

Then Sean heard a moan. He froze. He stopped breathing. He gripped his phone tightly. He listened. He heard a bird chirping in the yard. He heard a faint breeze blow through the massive oak tree growing in front of the house.

Then he heard the moan again. It sounded close. There were several windows that looked out onto the porch. Sean inched towards them. He pressed his back against the wall, took a deep breath, and leaned just close enough to look into what seemed to be a living room. There was a fireplace, a TV mounted on the wall, two bookcases stuffed with books, an armchair, a loveseat, and a couch. It was a spacious room and Sean was impressed with the decor - he very much liked what struck him as high end New England beach vibes - right up until he saw his wife.

Mia was sitting in another man's lap. Sean could see her back. She was wearing the corset. Her hair had been pulled up into a bun when she'd left the house, but now it was down and wavy and it was clear that she'd gone to some effort to style it before pulling it into that bun to hide it from Sean.

Mia was moving her hips back and forth in the other man's lap. His hands moved up her back and one traveled into her hair as the other moved to her ass. She leaned down and kissed him. Her ass was suddenly in view. She was wearing the panties. The garters were attached to the stockings. The clothing she'd left the house in must have been strewn somewhere in this man's house, though Sean was too preoccupied with his wife's infidelity to spare even a moment to look through the window for her clothes.

Sean put aside the idea of coming up with a plan. He was going to slam on the door and punch the man that answered. He was going to express his rage. He was going to scream at his wife and tell her that their marriage was over.

Then Mia got up off his lap and dropped to her knees in front of him. She took his shoes off, undid his belt, and helped him out of his pants and underwear. She took his cock in her hand and leaned forward. She kisses his thighs half a dozen times and then took the head of his cock in her mouth.

At least that's what it looked like. Sean could only see the back of his wife's head, which was moving up and down in the way a woman's head tended to move up and down when she was giving a blowjob.

Sean didn't get blowjobs from his wife. Sean had, in fact, never received a blowjob from his wife. She'd been clear from very early on in their relationship that she hated giving blowjobs, that she found them dirty and unpleasant. Those were her exact words, in fact.

For some reason, watching Mia give a blowjob had frozen Sean in place outside as he peered through the window with one eye, showing as little of his face as possible.

He wondered if there was a reason she was giving this guy a blowjob. Did she owe him money? Was he blackmailing her for some reason? Was she in trouble and just hadn't bothered telling Sean?

The thing he didn't want to consider was that Mia didn't hate giving blowjobs, or that she had hated it and had somehow discovered an enjoyment of having a cock in her mouth.

Sean watched his wife's head bob up and down in another man's lap and he didn't move an inch. He was barely breathing. He was just staring with one eye at her dark hair, at the back of the corset, at her ass, at her red-bottomed high heels, which were a detail he hadn't noticed before. As far as he knew, she didn't own heels like that.

Sean wasn't sure how much time had passed before the blowjob came to an end. It did, though, and Mia stood and helped the guy out of his shirt, leaving him naked on his couch. She moved to get into his lap, but he stopped her and spun her around.

Sean leaned away and hoped his wife hadn't seen him. The guy hadn't bothered looking at anything other than the beautiful woman sucking his cock, but Mia had looked right out the window as the guy spun her around. Sean's heart pounded right up until he realized that he had a right to be there. At least he sort of did. It was his wife inside, after all.

Then he heard a moan. This one was different. This was louder. This was the moan of a woman having sex. Sean was certain of it.

He pressed his ear against the house in the hope that it would amplify the moans coming from inside. It didn't. Of course it didn't. He could still hear the moans, though. Mia was having sex. She was having sex with another man. She was no more than thirty feet from him and she was having sex with someone else.

For some reason, Sean didn't slam his fist on the front door to let them know he was there. Instead, he held his breath and inched towards the window. He got just close enough to peer inside with one eye.

Mia was on her hands and knees facing the window. Her eyes were closed. The guy was on his knees behind her. They were having doggystyle sex on the living room floor.

Mia didn't like doggystyle sex. At least that's what she told Sean. She'd said she hated it. They'd never had doggystyle sex because she didn't like it. Now she was getting fucked from behind and by the looks of it she liked it. In fact, Sean would have guessed that she loved it based on how she was moaning and how her face looked as she took the guy's cock from behind.

Then Mia opened her eyes. She looked right at Sean, or at least it seemed like she looked into the one eye he'd revealed to get a look through the window. He leaned back and pressed himself against the house. Again his heart pounded.

The moaning stopped. Sean held his breath. He heard footsteps. He heard heels against hardwood. They were approaching the door.

Sean considered running before he remembered that he wasn't spying on a couple. It was his wife in the house. It was his wife breaking her vows.

Sean stared at the door as the footsteps approached. He heard the dead bolt slide out of the locked position. He figured the door handle would turn, that the door would open, that his tearful wife would come out and apologize for having cheated on him and swear that she would do whatever it took to make up for the damage she'd caused.

None of that happened, though. Instead, Sean heard Mia walk away from the door. The moaning resumed just a handful of seconds later.

Had she locked the door to prevent him from coming in? She'd only seen half his face, so perhaps she'd figured he was a peeping Tom and had simply locked the door to keep him out. Why wouldn't they have closed the curtains if that was the case, though? Why were they still fucking?

Curiosity pulled Sean towards the door. He reached out and twisted the handle. He applied gentle pressure and the door opened just a crack. Suddenly the moaning was a great deal louder. He could hear the sounds of sex, too. More accurately, Sean could hear the sounds of his wife having doggystyle sex, which was a position she'd sworn she hated. Her moans made it seem like she loved it, though.

Sean stepped into the house and gently shut the door behind him. He slipped out of his shoes, though it felt pointless.

"Fuck me harder, Robert," Mia said with intense lust in her voice. "Pound my pussy!"

Sean held his breath. His wife had never uttered 'pound my pussy' to him. Not once in the ten years they'd been together.

"Harder!" she said. "Pound my tight little cunt. Stretch me out with that big dick of yours!"

Sean looked down as he felt a terrifying sensation between his legs. It couldn't be arousal. It wasn't possible. It was something else. It had to be some kind of jealousy that had transformed into a primal desire to take his wife from the man inside her and reclaim her.

To Sean's right was what looked like a home office with a lovely set of windows overlooking the driveway. Straight ahead was a short hallway with a set of stairs on the right and what he assumed was the entrance to the living room on the left.

Sean walked towards the living room. His steps were slow and deliberate. He couldn't escape the sounds of sex. He pictured his wife on her hands and knees with another man - Robert, apparently - fucking her from behind. The jealousy roiling in his loins got stronger with every step.

Then Sean stood in the doorway to the living room. Robert - who looked to be in his early 40s - was naked with his hands on Mia's hips. She wore her lingerie, her stockings, and her heels. She had on a pair of gold hoop earrings as well. Robert's thrusts were deep and when he pulled out it seemed rather obvious that his cock was, in fact, quite large, that Mia wasn't just boosting his ego when she demanded that he stretch her with his big dick.

Mia turned and looked at Sean. She smiled defiantly. She'd known it was him outside. She'd known it was her husband she was unlocking the door for. She'd known and she clearly didn't give a damn.

"Hey, honey," she said.

Sean didn't say a word and Robert didn't bother looking his way. He wouldn't offer Sean the courtesy of acknowledging his existence. Instead, he went right on fucking her and doing so without a condom, which Sean had just noticed.

"Did you track my phone?" she asked.

He nodded.

"I'm surprised it took you so long to figure out that I was fucking someone else."

Sean wasn't sure what to say. This was not how he imagined Mia would react to his discovery of her infidelity. He figured there would be tears and apologies. He figured he'd have been angrier, too, but for some reason Sean was mostly dumbfounded. Well, there was the jealousy-fueled arousal, too, which seemed to continue growing despite his desire that it would fade away completely.

"Why...why are you doing this, Mia?" he asked.

She smiled. "Can't you see why? Because Robert's better than you, sweetie. He's got a bigger house in a better neighborhood. He drives a better car. He's got a bigger dick. He fucks me better. He makes me cum so much harder than you do. He fucks me like a man is supposed to fuck a woman. He makes me feel things that you've never made me feel."

The jealousy had left Sean's cock hard as a rock and he tried his best to hide it.

"Mia, please, stop," he said.

She laughed and then closed her eyes and let out a long, low moan. "Fuck, Robert, baby, you fuck me so good. I'm close. I'm so close to cumming on your gorgeous cock."

"Mia!"

She looked at Sean and moaned. Her lips curled into a smile. "Feel free to stop him," she said. "Otherwise, he's going to fuck me until he's emptied his balls into my married cunt."

Sean's legs trembled for a moment. He looked down and saw the rather obvious bulge in his pants. He was thoroughly embarrassed. There was no way to explain that it wasn't her cheating that had aroused him. What kind of man would be aroused by that? No, Sean was simply aroused because her cheating had triggered some sort of primal thing inside him.

Of course, if that were true he probably wouldn't just be standing there and watching. He'd have punched Robert. He'd have forcibly pulled the other man from Mia's pussy.

No. No. Sean wasn't the kind of man that just watched someone else fuck his wife and got turned on doing it. He was just in shock. That had to be it.

"I don't mind if you want to masturbate," Mia said.

Sean could hardly believe she was talking to him, but she was. She was looking right at him.

"It's okay. You're clearly the kind of man that gets turned on at watching someone else fuck his wife. I think they call you a cuckold, Sean. So be a cuckold and pull your dick out. Masturbate while you watch Robert cum in your wife's pussy. Stroke your dick while you watch a far superior man make me cum all over his cock before he buries himself inside me and empties his big balls."

Why did Sean want so badly to masturbate? He wasn't a cuckold. Mia couldn't be right about that. He wanted to do as she'd suggested, though. He wanted to unzip his pants, pull out his cock, and jerk off.

"Mia, baby, I'm close," Robert said. His voice was deep. Deeper than Sean expected. For some reason that deep voice made Sean feel like a little less of a man.

"Cum in me," Mia replied. "Cum in my pussy while my husband watches."

Robert looked at Sean and smiled. The pleasure was all over his face. It couldn't have been more obvious. "I love cumming in your wife's pussy," he said.

Then he turned towards Mia once more and came inside her. His body trembled. His grunts and groans reverberated around the living room. He'd lost himself in the primal joy of cumming inside a woman. There was something genuinely animalistic about his climax, so much so that Sean momentarily missed out on his wife's orgasm.

Soon enough Mia was the focus of his attention, though, as she lowered her head to the floor and climaxed. Her toes curled against the rug that covered most of the living room floor. Her moans were much higher-pitched than Robert's, but they were undeniably beautiful. Sean noted that they were different than when she came with his cock inside her. Much different, in fact. It made him wonder if she was really cumming when they had sex or if she was simply faking it for his benefit.

Eventually Mia moved back to her hands and knees and then Robert wrapped an arm around her stomach and lifted her until her body was upright. Mia turned her head and they kissed as his cock slipped out of her. Cum dripped onto the rug, but Robert didn't seem to give a damn.

After the kiss he stood, looked at Sean for a moment, and walked away.

Mia stood too. Sean worried that she would just walk away, but instead she approached him. Without saying a word she unzipped his pants and freed his erection. Her fingers wrapped around it and she stroked him.

"Mia..."

"Quiet," she said.

Every stroke was pure bliss. Sean quickly realized that he'd been a great deal more turned on than he was willing to admit as a handjob had never felt as pleasurable as it did in that moment.

Then Mia released his cock and pushed four fingers into her pussy. They emerged covered in Robert's cum. Sean watched her hand approach his cock like it was happening in slow motion. He remained still and his heart rate exploded.

Then her cum-covered fingers were around his cock. She stroked him furiously. He made a token effort to back away, but she tightened her grip. Sean felt his legs trembling.

He came as Mia held out her other hand and caught his load. She stroked him delicately, stimulating the head and sending wave after wave of rather intense pleasure through his body.

Once he was finished, Mia rubbed her hand - the cum-filled one - all over his shirt, spreading his seed everywhere. Sean was too caught up in the aftermath of a tremendous orgasm to do much about it, though, so he just stood there and took it.

"You're a cuckold, Sean," she said. "You're obviously a cuckold. That orgasm you just had proves it."

He shook his head and Mia smiled.

"You're going home now. I'm going to take a shower with Robert. I'll suck his cock in the shower. When we get out, he'll take me to his bed. He'll put me on my back. He'll pound me in missionary until he cums inside me again. I'll cum on his cock once or twice and when he unloads I'll feel a kind of bliss I've never felt with you. If you're lucky I'll give you another handjob when I get home."

She was so certain he'd be there when she got home, that he wouldn't just move out immediately. She was so certain he was a cuckold. She was so certain he'd just accept that she was cheating, that she had no plans to stop.

Mia tucked Sean's cock back into his pants, took his hand, and led him to the front door. She opened it up and literally pushed him out. She slammed the door and locked it.

Sean heard her footsteps walking away. She was going to do everything she said. Of course she was.

The only question was whether he'd do what she said. Would he go home? Would he wait for her? Would he accept a handjob when she got home?

Was he the cuckold she said he was?