I have debated over writing down my stories for quite a while. As a military man who has been stationed overseas for most of his career I have many stories to tell...and a great imagination to help me take part of the truth and make a good fantasy out of it. This one is, however, a true account of how I was cuckolded by my wife/ex-wife. We have been separated for 6 years now but neither of us has pushed for the divorce. This is my first time trying my hand at writing a story so if you must criticize then please make it constructive.
Background.
My marriage was going through problems, but all marriages do. I met my wife Tamara while I was stationed in the south of England with the US military. She was a stunning woman to behold. A British national, she stood at a petite 5'2 with striking green eyes and natural blonde hair that fell to her waist. She was about 110 lbs. or about 8 stone as the Brits would say. She was very petite but still built like a woman, beautiful curves on her hips, c cup breast with large sensual aureola that begged to be kissed, and very attractive facial features. When I first saw her walking among a small group of her mates after the club let out for the night, I queued in on her like a lion stalking a gazelle. She would be mine by the end of the night.
I strolled into the crowded street and called out to her in a generic fashion since I had no Idea what her name was, but I had every intention of finding out. She has never heard this story quite this way. Being the typical jock asshole that I proudly am, I have always told her that I didn't care which one of these sexy ladies responded I would have taken them all, but she spoke up first. Truth is that I would have walked past every one of her friends to just to touch her perfectly manicured hands. She turns when I called out to acknowledge me. I was a 6'2 dark skin athletically built black man in top military condition. While 6'2 is not that tall by today's American standards, most British guys were a couple inches shorter. Plus being one of only a handful of black Americans within 100 miles in any direction usually meant that I got attention wherever I went, and luckily very positive attention from the females.
She and her friends stopped. I approached with a confident smile and made eye contact. She was mine. She told me she was seeing another guy on base, but was very unhappy and just found out he was cheating on her. I knew the guy she was talking about and while he was considered attractive by the girls on base, he apparently was lackluster in the bedroom. They would all make and the one inch gesture using their thumb and pointer finger behind his back. I programmed her number into my phone and told her I'd call soon. There are more stories to come about our sexcapades in Europe and Asia.
Story
It was about a month since I had left our family home. I truly loved my wife, but we needed space. She insisted that I keep my key to the house. She wasn't seeing anyone, I was told, and I Still had most of my stuff there since I had only gone to live with my aunt until we worked things out.
Being alone in the house always brought back vivid memories of the good times we shared. How we sexually christened every room in the house at least five times over. She was very multi-orgasmic and her facial expressions, body language and dirty talk flooded into memory whenever I reminisced on making love to her. We know each other's body's extensively and in the most intimate way. I love her sense of humor, her witty repartee, her fiestiness, and her thoughtfulness but her sex was a drug. After 4 years of addiction I could not cut off that supply.
I called to let her know I need to stop by the house to pick up some of my military paperwork. I keep a small file cabinet in our basement. She let me know it was ok to stop by but she was not home. It was a gorgeous spring after noon. The sun was shining and birds chirping and new life springing into existence. I walked into the front door and inserted my key. As the door swung opened, I noticed something was wrong immediately. There was a single shoe on the side of the wall next to where we keep our shoes in Japanese fashion. This was a size 10 Jordan sneaker. I wear a size 13.
As the realization hit me that this is another man's shoe, a flood of anger, resentment, and adrenaline surged through my body. How the fuck could she do this to me. I was faithful for all these years. Yes we had 3somes and engaged in some very risque activities to fulfill our sexual appetites, but this was completely different. My wife was seeking her pleasure from another source, completely without me, without my consent, and without my knowledge until now.
I didn't jump straight to that conclusion. I stormed through the house pissed off and expecting to find exactly what I found, but it was far worse then I imagined. I burst into her room and saw the unmade bed, and a suitcase beside the bed. Where is he from? How long was he staying? How long had he been here? I yanked up her personal laptop and search the history. The history showed several recent visits to an adult dating website. I clicked on the site. It logged me into his profile automatically. Why he had allowed her computer to save his password I have no clue, the fucking idiot.
As I look at the page I see a section for his pictures. One picture showed him standing naked in a room that had white sheets on the windows. My heart dropped as realized that I recognized the room. It was our house that we rented in England. This was our first marital residence. A place we only lived in for the first eight months of our marriage. This man had been fucking my WIFE since the beginning of our marriage. My body was trembling with anger.
