The Morning After

I take Rebecca up and clean her off in the shower. The red marks on her tits and ass where Manny had handled her roughly and spanked her were possibly the hottest things I'd ever seen. The entire time I soap her down, scrub her soft flesh, and rinse her off my stiff cock stood straight up and out. She is careful not to touch it as we move. Hell, she doesn't even look at it.

We crawl into bed and there is some kissing and cuddling but Rebecca makes sure that is as far as it goes. She was legitimately exhausted. Manny had taken it out of her and within ten minutes she was sound asleep. For a time I watch her peaceful angelic face and imagine the devilish things she had done this night with her coworker. I ached for release but I wasn't going to go back on what I had told her. I turn out the light and lay staring into the darkness.

Every once in a while in life there is an event that clearly signified a move to another phase, the turning from one chapter to another. Tonight was such an event in our marriage. I knew things would never be the same again and I still wasn't sure how I felt about it. Rebecca seemed happy enough and we were still very much in love, but this had just been the first time. I was as horny as it was possible to be but I knew that feeling would come and go. I prayed we hadn't changed things on a deeper level between us.

I push the muddled thoughts from my mind and close my eyes. I do my best to get some rest. As randy and conflicted as I was I sleep fitfully but I do sleep. My snippets of dreams are scorchingly erotic. The moment my eyes open in the morning I reach down to make sure I hadn't had another wet dream and I am relieved and surprised to feel that I hadn't.

"Whatcha doin?" I hear a soft voice say.

"Huh? Oh nothing." I turn to look at my smiling wife, her alert expression told me that she had obviously been awake for some time.

"You weren't playing with yourself?"

"No, just scratching an itch."

"Good." She leans over and kisses me. "I'm excited for tonight."

I rub my eyes and look at her again, god she was beautiful. "Me too, I can't wait to see what you have planned."

"I think you'll like it."

"How are you feeling?" I ask.

She stretches out in a cat like way and hums. "Mmmmm, sore. Sore but happy. To put it succinctly, well fucked."

"Mmrrrrmm." I nuzzle into her neck desiriously and give it a quick suck.

"He he he. Stop it, save that energy for tonight."

The morning that follows is incredible. It is almost as if our romantic date from the night before never ended. We flit about the house absolutely smitten with each other. We laugh, we joke, and we just enjoy each other's company like we were newlyweds. The tones our respective moods were very different however. Whereas Rebecca was relaxed, pleasantly languid, and sore from a night of hard sex, I was keyed up and agitated from pent up lust. The combination was strangely compatible. I flirted and came onto my wife constantly and shamelessly only to be turned away with an amused smile. Her every groan or comment on her soreness sent my libido into orbit.

Unfortunately I had a few errands to run that afternoon that couldn't be put off, though the distraction from my constant horniness was probably needed. I kiss my wife goodbye, look at her with deep sexual longing one last time, then head out to do my stuff. My mind is abuzz with thoughts of my new twisted fetish the whole time but I get my business done and a few hours later I am pulling back home again. I could see right away Rebecca's car was gone. This was not unusual of course, but after last night...my imagination runs wild on where she might be and what she might be doing.

I shake my head. God, this shit was taking over my thoughts. Get a grip Dan!

I laugh at myself and head into the house. I kick off my shoes, grab a beer, and head into my office to surf the net until Rebecca got home. I start by checking the usual sites. I look at my twitter, my facebook, my email...

As my eyes scan down the dozen or so unopened emails they lock onto the one second from the top. My heart nearly stops in my chest.

"Manny still the man!" Was the title.

I click it open to see an email from Rebecca to Amber, just like the old days, but this time I was bcc'ed onto it. This was bold. This was unexpected. This was kinky as shit. I might have been upset at Rebecca doing this without clearing it with me first but I knew she and her best friend talked about everything, so this was something that would be discussed eventually. Since it was going to happen anyway I felt lucky to be able to listen in.

I read on.

Well Amber, here we go again. I told you the reviews would stop because Dan would be the last man I was ever with. I was wrong. Turns out my husband is a cuckold. Can you believe it? I mean he's well suited to be a cuck (for obvious reasons) but it still came as a surprise. He wanted me to sleep with other men and, as you could imagine given his inadequacies, I jumped at the chance. Anyway, we can talk about this later. Since I'm "on the market" once more I figured it was time to start up our reviews again. It's kind of fun having them written down for posterity, a real trip down memory lane reading them again. So I decided to start things safe and simple. Manny's wanted back in my panties for years so I approached him. He couldn't believe it at first but I eventually convinced him. He thinks it is HILARIOUS that a "wildcat" like me ended up with a guy like Dan. Anyway, Dan dropped me off around 9 pm..."

What follows is a retelling of what she had told me the night before. I note she mentions nothing about the incredible date she and I had leading up to Manny, her story got right to the action. She tells Amber about how Manny fucked her brains out. She tells her about Manny calling me a wimp dick and his idea of me having to "earn" my orgasms. And she gives the score of 9 just as she had to me the night before. The end however was new.

Amber, being with a stud again brought back so many memories. I can't even describe how good it felt to be fucked like that after so long. I hope I don't have to go back to how it was. For Dan I would do it, but after last night it would be difficult. Dan was so adorable when he picked me up. All nervous and quiet. His little dick made a tent in his pants. I kissed him with Manny still on my breath. I made him eat me out with Manny's cum still inside of me. I haven't let him cum yet and he is so obedient. He didn't fight, he didn't argue, he loved it all. He really is the perfect cuck. Now that I know my husband is a beta male things will be changing. It is an exciting time! I will keep you posted.

With that she goes on to wrap up the email.

My cock was so hard that it literally ached. My tight balls were screaming for release. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to have a quick wank right there. Having our most private experiences there in black and white and knowing that Amber would be reading them only heightened something I didn't think could get any higher. As with Manny I thought about what I might say or how I might act the next time I saw her. What would social events be like with these two now? They knew something deep and dark and wicked about me and the embarrassment I was feeling was both terrible and wonderful.

Rebecca called me a beta male, she said I was the perfect cuckold, she said things will be changing...ohhh god! Exciting time indeed!

I lean back in my chair and close my eyes. Tonight could not come soon enough!