This is strictly fantasy for readers enjoyment, not for a writers award or useless criticism. This story involves a cheating wife, Cuckolding and MFM. There is no "Cuckolding" category to publish it under so spare me the rude critiques.
I hope you enjoy this fantasy:
Hi there, my name's Marie and I need to share this with someone but don't really have anyone I trust with this so please allow me to use Literotica as my vent. My husband and I used to read these stories together years ago and I had almost forgotten about this site until my predicament brought me to thinking about how I'm going to deal with our situation.
So my husband has a porn addiction and it's festered into something that's put some distance between us intimately. I catch him online talking with people and still keep finding every genre of porn imaginable in his search history even though he's promised he'd stop. He seems to especially favor the Cuckold, Hotwife, Cougar and MILF stuff but I was completely surprised to see that he's watched some bisexual and interracial porn too.
He's a great guy, I know he loves me and he has given us a very comfortable quality of life for sure but intimately he seems to be more into porn than me. I don't understand it, he is always saying I'm hot and is groping me around the house but it seems to end there and he goes to porn to get off. He'd give anyone the shirt off his back and is always willing to help anyone in need but he just can't seem to give up porn like I've asked him to in the past couple years.
I do my part, I work hard at staying in shape and attractive for him, I'm in the gym 5 days a week and take a couple yoga and Pilates classes throughout the week as well. He's never complained that I buy a lot of clothes that aren't cheap and show off my figure. He loves me wearing my LuLu activewear to the gym as well as out in public. He constantly tells me guys are checking me out so I assume I must be physically attractive to most men.
I also often get hit on at the gym by guys my age all the way down to some of the young guys from the college just down the road from us. I've heard them whisper "gym MILF" (young college age guys are lousy at being discreet) and I've felt their eyes burning holes through my workout outfits so I must be at least appealing....right?
I'm 52, 5'2", 112#, brown hair with highlights almost to the middle of my back and have green eyes. I've had 3 kids so maybe my 36C boobs hang a little lower than they used to but they still get a lot of looks (but that may be because my big nipples are almost always hard and showing like I'm smuggling 2 peanut M&M's).
So anyhow.....my husband and I had a huge heated argument right before his most recent business trip because I suggested that he go out and see the city while he's away and not sit in his hotel room and watch porn or chat online because that's the same as cheating. He freaked out and we ended up in a huge blowout that somehow ended up being about everything and nothing at the same time. The end result was hurt feelings on both sides, him sleeping in the spare bedroom and catching an Uber to the airport much earlier than he needed to be there just so he didn't have to see me in the morning. He usually leaves 3-4 love notes around the house and I stick a couple in his suitcase but I'm doubting either of us find any on this trip, I know for sure he won't.
The problem for me is his stance was everyone does it so why can't I just get over it.
Hmmmmmmm, maybe I can get over it..... with that hot guy at the gym. The one that works with my husband and always comes over when we're working out together after Allen gets off work, he always talks to Allen but checks me out from head to toe, I think his name's Tyler. Yeah, I bet he'd be glad to help a frustrated lonely wife out. He seems to usually be in the gym on Monday, Wednesday and Friday right around 5pm if I remember correctly.
I'm not sure if I could go through with it but I do know that after Allen left for the airport my mind started running through a dozen inappropriate situations that definitely got my juices flowing and hands wandering.
So here's what happened that week:
Without admitting to myself the "why" behind it, I kind of had a day of beauty with a nice mani-pedi and a massage at the spa I go to monthly. The massage was a bad idea, although the rubdown felt great, my imagination got the better of me and left me so hypersensitive to my constant state of arousal. I found myself at one point trying to grind my pussy into the massage table when the masseuse wasn't paying attention. I was soaking wet by the end of my hour of what should have been relaxation so I went home and showered off the massage oil, shaved and did my hair and makeup way more than I typically do for the gym. I usually go with a pony tail for the gym but today I decided to let my hair down. (Figure of speech, maybe)
I "accidentally" picked out my gym outfit that tends to draw the most attention from the guys.
I chose the hot pink LuLu shorts (no panties as usual) and a thin white tank top that hangs loosely and shows a little side boob from time to time on certain exercise machines. I decided to do what my husband has asked me to do but I never felt comfortable with and I removed the boob pads so the top was thinner and my nipples would be even more evident than usual.
I looked at the clock and it was only 4:00, CRAP! There's no reason I can't just go now and if I don't then I have to admit to myself that I'm trying to time it so Tyler's there.
Okay, clean the house and keep my mind off of it for 45 minutes, that can't be so hard....can it? Yep, it can. Even the vibrations of the vacuum cleaner are making me horny, rubbing the vacuum handle back and forth across my pussy was definitely a bad idea. As I'm cleaning my already clean house I'm surprised that I'm thinking "how would this look to a guy I brought home". "Wait....what, knock it off Marie, you're not actually going to go through with anything, it's just frustration and anger talking". It's just fantasy "great, I'm now using the same defense/excuse my husband uses!"
***ALARM***
Yep, I set an alarm for 4:40.... it's gym time! I check my makeup in the mirror, look back at my clean living room and head out on the 15 minute drive to the gym.
I freeze in my car nervous for 5 minutes then laughed at myself and walked in. As soon as I was in the gym scanning my membership card I see my nipples are about to punch holes through my top and the guy at the desk can't force himself to look up at my eyes. Normally this would embarrass me but today it's empowering and I walk through the gym with a newfound confidence. Oh-oh, I see Tyler on the chest and arms equipment and I walk past him and get on a machine adjacent from him but I ignore him.
I see a couple really young guys trying to be coy telling his buddy to check me out. I notice a young woman in her early twenty's eyeing me up and down. I'm thinking great, this young bitch is going to feel the need to embarrass me but luckily she just gives me a dirty look and keeps her thoughts to herself.
I'm distracted and when I hear a man's voice off of my shoulder it scared the shit out of me. It was Tyler saying "Hi, it's Marie right?"
He apologized for startling me and after I got my breath back I said yes then played stupid like I hadn't remembered his name. He introduced himself as "Tyler, I work with your husband".
I said "Oh yeah, I thought he said you and the team were going on the business trip with him this week." (Smooth?)