Cuckold Club: Adam's Story

That email was quite a shock. I had no idea my wife had been fooling around. As if that wasn't bad enough, I had to find out via email that I was wearing horns. I have no idea why I responded to that message, and I've doubted the wisdom of doing so ever since. I shouldn't have gone to the orientation meeting. I really shouldn't be standing up here tonight. Nevertheless, here I am and here goes nothing.

"Hi, I'm Adam, and I'm a cuckold."

"Hi, Adam."

I had no idea Katie was cheating on me. I probably never would have known if you guys hadn't sent me that first email. The question remains: Should I thank you for opening my eyes to what was going on, or should I hate you? I still don't know which one of you sent it. I guess I never will. At this point in time, it's not important. I just have to decide what to do about the situation. Do I ignore it? Do I encourage it? Or do I try to stop it?

It took three weeks for me to work up the guts to confront Katie. Then I had to decide the best approach. It's not exactly a subject for discussion over dinner, especially in front of the kids. One doesn't casually say, "Honey, there's a rumor going around that you're sleeping with other men" in front of a three-year-old. You know he'll tell you she stays awake with them. Teenagers are embarrassed by the way adults breathe normally. The thought of the two of us having sex would mortify them. Either of us having an affair would give them heart attacks. I had to find another way.

Maybe the neighbors could help me, but how would I enlist their aid? How do you ask a friend to spy on your wife? The men would always be at work, just as most of the women would be. The few stay-at-home moms would cover for her, assuming they knew. There were so many reasons she could be away from the house meeting some guy at a motel, or at his place, for a tryst -- shopping, club meetings. The list would be endless.

Should I just ask her some night when we went to bed? What would be the point? She'd simply deny it, and then be pissed off because I dared to ask. We would have a big fight, and we wouldn't be able to sleep well for weeks. There would be the question of whether she would forgive me for accusing her of cheating on me.

I had a good job with a good paycheck. I still couldn't afford to hire a private detective to keep an eye on her. It might take weeks to catch her. Perhaps the whole thing was a big mistake. Maybe I could rig a camera in the bedroom to record whatever happened on the bed while I was gone. I would have to do it while she was out, which was very seldom on my days off. I'd have to exchange the dresser mirror for a one-way mirror. A camera would require some extra space behind the mirror, which would be a giveaway that something changed in the room. If she was getting laid someplace else, it would all be a waste of time and money. The only good that might come out of it would be that we had some videos of ourselves making love. That I had made them on the sly would provoke another fight. Talk about a lose-lose situation.

One good thing about my job is that I spend most of my time out of my office in the stores I supervise. I had moved up rather quickly in the company. I started as an assistant manager after I graduated from college. A year later I was a store manager while most of my classmates were still senior assistants. Three years later I was promoted to district manager. Turnover at that level and the next one up was very low, so I knew it would be a long time before I moved up to area manager. I was between stores one afternoon when the solution hit me.

I was only a few blocks away from home, so I detoured past the house. To my chagrin, there was a strange car in the driveway. It looked familiar. I couldn't remember where I had seen the car before. It didn't belong to any of the neighbors. Nobody in my family or Katie's drove one like it. The email was still preying on my mind. I parked down the street and walked back.

The front door was unlocked. Katie never left the door unbolted. Even when she knew I would be back from a five-minute errand, she insisted that I lock the door. Slowly I pushed the door open and looked inside. No one was in sight. Silently I closed the door and tiptoed into the living room. No one was there either. I started to get worried. The kitchen and dining room were also empty. When I entered the hallway, I heard voices. One was definitely Katie's. The other was a man's. I had heard it somewhere before, but where? As I got closer to the bedroom, the voices became louder. They were in the bedroom. The email was right; Katie was cheating on me. I knew his voice from somewhere. I had heard it dozens of times. Hearing it in an unfamiliar context made it difficult to recognize.

The bedroom was slightly ajar. I peeked through the narrow opening. She was stretched out naked on the bed. His back was toward me. He was stripping off the last of his underwear. She smiled and held out her arms to him. "Bring that lovely thing here," she said. As he knelt on the bed he turned slightly. His pecker was pointed straight at her. It was huge. I felt so inadequate upon seeing his monster.

She spread her legs, and he laid down between them laying his meat on her slit. "I love the way that feels," she said. "I wish we could spend more time together."

"Me, too," he said. Where did I know him from? I wished he would turn so I could see his face, yet, at the same time, I didn't want to know who he was.

Their lips met tenderly, lovingly. She tipped her head back giving him access to her long neck. Slowly he kissed his way across her throat and shoulders. Her eyes closed, and she relaxed in his arms. Her breasts were much more than a mouthful, but they were still firm even after fifteen years and three children. He kissed them as gently as he had her neck. Her breathing was slow and deep. Her nipples stood up proudly when he suckled on them. His next oral target was her ribs. Expertly he applied enough pressure to avoid tickling her while deepening her passions. By the time he reached her tummy, her head was thrashing from side to side.

He rose up on his knees and kissed lines across her flat belly working from side to side as he approached her dripping pussy. Her outer lips were swollen open with lust, and her clit protruded straight up. His tongue traced a line up one lip. "Oh, Roger," she said breathing heavily, "you do that so well." Roger? I knew a Roger. Now I definitely wanted to see his face. Could it really be him? Katie shuddered each time his tongue passed her clit. He didn't touch it, just went by it. I made a mental note to change my pussy eating technique a bit. After the fourth or fifth pass, she suddenly clamped his head between her thighs. He didn't move; he couldn't until she released him.

After he had driven her over the edge a few more times, she sat up and pushed him over onto his back. As he rolled over, I caught a glimpse of his face. I recognized him immediately. The humiliation was unbearable. Desperately I wanted to race out of the house and never return, yet the torrid scene before my eyes held me transfixed. My own passions glued me to the spot. His cock was enormous. It had to be at least ten inches long, perhaps a foot. It was as thick as my wrist. She dove for it taking it between her lips. Her head bounced up and down on it. At one point she raised her eyes and glanced toward the door. I tried to move back to avoid being seen, but I seemed paralyzed. The opening was only about three-quarters of an inch, just enough for me to see through, but it seemed she made eye contact with me. Without lowering her eyes, she took his meat into her mouth and proceeded to swallow it. She put the whole thing down her throat until her nose touched his leg. She had never done that with me. Yes, she knew I was watching. She didn't take her eyes away from mine.

My cock was rock solid. It felt like it would rip my pants open if I didn't do something. Ignoring all caution, I opened my fly and extracted my throbbing tool. I placed the head in the door opening for a moment. Katie's eyes widened as I did so confirming she was aware of my presence. She slowly slid his massive meat in and out of her throat going from tip to root each time. While she gulped him down, I stroked by little six inches in rhythm with her movements. Within a couple minutes, I was ready to shoot off.

Apparently sensing my dilemma, she released him from her mouth and quickly laid down with her legs wide open and her knees drawn up. He was inside her dripping cunt in a flash. Her hips bounced like a car's piston. She screamed, "Yess! Yess! Give it to me, Roger. Make me pregnant!" I was too far gone to fully comprehend her words. I whipped out my handkerchief and placed it over my dick just in time to catch the wads of cream that blasted from it. I had to grip the door jamb to keep from falling. Katie was still pleading with him when I recovered enough to be aware of what was transpiring in the bedroom. "Come on, you can do it. Knock me up, Roger. Give me your baby." I couldn't believe my ears. She was deliberately trying to get pregnant with another man's child. By the time I realized this and was ready to barge in on them, it was too late. His ball sac pulled up. He arched his back. His feet curled into fists as did Katie's. He filled her womb with so much of his seed that it oozed out of her around his cock and balls.

Totally dejected and humiliated, I sneaked out of the house and returned to my car. I sat behind the steering wheel and cried. For fifteen minutes, tears flowed from my eyes and dripped down my cheeks onto my suit. Not only was I a complete cuckold, but the regional vice president of the company was going to be the biological father of my next child. I would never have known if it hadn't been for the damn email. I would have been happy for the rest of my life. You guys stole that happiness from me. For that I curse you.

That night at dinner, the children saw something was bothering me. "Daddy, what's wrong?" the oldest one asked. "You look sad."

"Daddy's just tired," I lied.

After they were in bed, Katie and I sat down together on the sofa. Neither of us spoke for a long time. At long last, I broke the silence. "How was your day?" I asked softly.

"You already know," she replied. "How long have you known?"

I took a deep breath before answering. "Not until today. You hid your affair very well. How long have you...you know?"

"About a year this time. I know this sounds like a lie, Adam, but I do love you. I did it for you."

"You did it for me? What do you mean?"

"Next week you will be an area manager. I was getting you promoted, just like I did with the old area manager to get you promoted to district manager, and your district manager to get you your own store, and your store manager to get you hired in the first place."

I felt like the ultimate chump. Katie had been behind every one of my promotions. Why hadn't I figured it out? "Why were you asking Roger to make you pregnant? What's wrong with my sperm?"

"You don't have any," she said. "I had your semen checked when we were dating in college. You are completely sterile."

"That's lie! Our three children prove it!"

"I'm sorry, Adam, but you're not their father. You are their dad. You do everything a dad should do. You ready them stories, help them with their homework, take them places. You're very good at being a dad. Unfortunately, that's about all you're good at."

I got my promotion like Katie said I would. She is now eight months pregnant. We know it will be a boy. She wants to name him Roger. I can't say I'm happy about that. I can't say I'm happy about anything anymore. What hurts most is that I can't say "my children" anymore. I hate you guys.