I was a Secret Cuckold

When a man loves a woman, he can be nearly blind, and I was for a long time. There were clues that I just didn’t see. But eventually, I started to get suspicious. One clue that should have been obvious was that she would get horny but insist on recreating a specific scenario and being very precise in where and how we would have sex. One example I remember was when she suddenly developed a desire to have intercourse doggy style. But only on her knees in the middle of the bed while she was holding on to the headboard and I had to hold her hips in a certain way. Of course, she was recreating what she had just enjoyed with someone else. However, I couldn’t see it and was just amazed that my wife was being so commanding in bed, loving it, and completely oblivious as to the source of her motivation.

Finally came a clue that was just too obvious to ignore. She was out running errands and said something about stopping by the Family Planning office to get more condoms. Always looking for a bargain, she found that she could get them there for something like twenty cents apiece and would typically purchase fifty at a time. She jokingly said that she was sure that the women at the Family Planning Office thought that she was a prostitute. Now we were young, and we would have sex maybe three or four times a week which kept me more than satisfied. So, discounting for the five days for her period, fifty condoms should be lasting around four months. It occurred to me that we shouldn’t be low on condoms as it was only two months ago that she last restocked. I remembered the date because it was one of the few times that I had gone with her. Something wasn’t right. I started monitoring the condom inventory in her nightstand every few days. It didn’t take long for me to realize that based on condom usage, I was getting slightly less than half of the action that she was getting. In the first thirty days of my monitoring, thirty-three condoms were missing from her nightstand. I only counted fourteen times that I had used one. Subtracting for her period, she was having sex almost every day and often twice. I went looking for them and it didn’t take long to find them. I found two unused condoms in her purse and one in the makeup case she kept in her car. I found an empty wrapper wedged in a crevasse in the back seat in her car, another in the living room under the couch and three in the trash can by the washing machine in the basement where she would empty pockets before doing the laundry.

I was a little upset, of course. But my first thought was curiosity. I could not figure out when would she have time for all this sex. With both of us working and three children at home, our days and nights were full. I could not fathom when she would have time to have three to five additional rendezvous each week as her schedule was as busy as mine if not more so. Lunch with a co-worker was the most likely. Her work was only a five-minute drive from our house. It would be easy. I worked farther away and only had a short lunch break, so it would be hard for me to check to see if she was coming home during the day and with whom. I also thought about noting the staging of things like pillows on the bed or the couch so that if they moved, I could get a clue if she was coming home at lunch. But I left for work before she did, and with three rambunctious kids, that was not an option. This was also back before cell phone tracking and surveillance cameras were ubiquitous.

You would think that I would be furious at the fact that she was getting laid, but I wasn’t. I was a little hurt. However, I dreamed of being a cuckold and having her fuck other men was what I secretly desired. Of course, I would have preferred to be informed but aside from the hurt of being deceived, I covertly enjoyed the knowledge that she was seeing other men. I would just have to enjoy her adventures vicariously and I was very curious to find additional clues. The hunt for them excited me.

As we both worked and shared some of the household responsibilities, I was the primary cook and consequently did the grocery shopping. Almost every Saturday, I would take the kids with me to the grocery. They really enjoyed shopping as the stores would be passing out free samples and the kids would enjoy the snacks. It was usually no problem getting the ladies passing out the samples to let each kid have several bites. The kids still reminisce about it to this day and complain that the stores don’t do that much anymore.

The other reason that I would take the kids is that it gave my wife some time at home alone. She said that she needed that time so that she could get housework done without the kids interrupting. I would typically be gone for well over an hour, two or three if I had to make other stops, which was not unusual. There were other times when she would complain about being behind on housework and she would ask me to take the kids to the park or my parents so that she could get laundry or cleaning done. Other times, she would ask me to take the youngest kids with me when I would go to the oldest child’s practices so that she could again get more housework done. That would happen at least once a week in addition to the grocery run. How could I have been so oblivious that I did not realize that what I was really doing was clearing the house of the kids so that she could get laid.

The next Saturday, when I got home from the grocery store, I immediately went upstairs with the excuse that I needed to change clothes to work in the yard. Before I left, I had carefully noted the staging of things like pillows on our bed and even the exact position of the comforter and how the sheets were tucked. The bed was neatly made, but not like when I left. Like goldilocks, I knew that a wolf, or in this case a bull, had been sleeping in my bed. I had also counted the supply of condoms in her nightstand that morning and sure enough, now there was one less. I knew that while I was at the store, someone had stopped by the house and fucked my wife in our bed. Contrary to what you would expect, I wasn’t upset at all. I was thrilled. In a way I wish she would tell me but another part of me liked the fact that I was being secretly cuckolded. I finished changing clothes. Now I was on a quest to find the condom.

The search didn’t take long. The first place I checked was that the trash can in our bathroom. I didn’t expect to find it there. She would have been more careful than that. But the trashcan had been emptied as the Q tips that I had used that morning were gone and there was a new liner. She was in the basement busy with the laundry, and I checked the trash can outside. I didn’t want her to see me digging in it. Fortunately for me, our trash day is Thursday and there wasn’t much. Neatly tucked in along the side was an old t-shirt. The way it was tightly rolled and partially hidden under a cardboard box, made it suspect. I retrieved the shirt and took it to the garage where I could inspect in in privacy. I carefully unrolled the shirt as if I were looking for a treasure which in a way I was. Tucked inside was the liner from the bathroom trashcan complete with the Q tips and the mailing envelop from a utility bill that I had intentionally placed in the trash can in the bathroom. I also found not just the condom wrapper but inside a wad of toilet paper was the used condom itself, semen still pooled inside. She had cuckolded me and now I had the proof in my hand. I was overjoyed. I thought briefly about confronting her with it. However, I knew that I didn’t want to go there. That would undoubtedly have the exact opposite result that I desired which was to share the experience. I thought about saving it as my treasure. But a semen filled condom would not have kept well in the warmth of the garage.

I held their used condom in my hand and marveled at the sight. He had worn it on his penis as he ejaculated inside my wife only maybe an hour or so before. I had longed to be a cuckold and now I was holding the proof in my hand. Some of his semen had leaked on my hands as I examined it and I could smell him. A cuckold dreams about a moment like this. I almost couldn’t believe it was real. But I could not keep my prize at least not the condom itself. I knew it had to go back to the trash can. Just then, an extremely nasty idea popped into my head that only a true cuck would consider. It made me both excited and nervous. I asked myself if I could do it. I looked around to see that the garage door was closed and that no one could see me. Again, I asked myself if I could do it. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and without a second thought, I put the open end of the condom in my mouth, my teeth capturing the rim. I tilted my head back. My left hand held the end closed end up above me. With my other hand, I squeezed the condom from the tip toward the opening like one would when you are trying to get the last bit of liquid out of an Icy Pop. My wife’s lover’s cum was now in my mouth, and I tasted him, letting it permeate my taste buds. I tried to hold it in my mouth as long as I could, but I eventually had to swallow. I thought to myself as I put the mess back in the trashcan, she may be trying to keep her affair secret from me, but unknown to her, I had eaten the creampie that he had given her. This was not the last time would get to taste him that way as I now knew when she was getting laid and where she hid my prize.

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