My Cuckquean Wife

Our friends thought it was a great idea when Amy and I decided to get married. My buddies would see how affectionate we were, how she’d hang off every word of mine whenever we talked. Her friends thought some older man could give your crazy life some semblance of order. For us, things had started off good, but over the months our sex had slowly become boring. Amy knew I was bored and tried buying lingerie and trying to be kinky; nothing worked. One night she couldn’t sleep, and in getting up she saw I’d left my computer on. We had watched porn together, but what was up on the screen was a picture of me and my profile on what appeared to be a kinky dating site. I had written that I was looking for a smart sophisticated woman of Italian or Latin descent. And my preferred body type was shapely but slender. And then she saw the pictures of women I’d been with who fit that description exactly. Amy told me later that she felt like she had been punched in the stomach by my infidelity, but could not resist touching herself. She said it was because the women were more pretty, sexier, and slimmer than her, and that turned her on in a weird way.

I awoke and Amy wasn’t in bed, so I rose to find her. Finding her looking at my Fetlife profile, I knew not what to say or how she would react, but knew it’d be bad. I went and put my arms around, hoping to console her and apologize, and noticed that her nipples were poking through her top. Amy looked up at me with tears in your eyes and said, “I’ve always known I wasn’t your type. When you look at women in the street, they all look like Italian models or something. I know I put on some pounds since we got married, and that I am somewhat pale, and don’t dress sexy, is that why you don’t want to fuck me?

” I reassured her this was not the case, but by the look in her eyes, it was plain I was lying. Amy and I held onto each other, and talked well into the night, and by morning I had reconciled with her that I loved her and would never leave. “But what about those other women? Are you going to continue seeing them?” I said to her, No, I said, though telling her the lie that was wanted, I want to include thee. “You mean like in a threesome,” she said,. “Yes. That way you could have fun too and it will spice things up when we’re alone.” I could tell she was considering it and when my hand brushed against her breast her nipple was like a pebble. Then I touched her pussy and it was very wet.

We then had the best sex in months. It was the next night in bed that Amy brought up what we had discussed and asked me to describe a woman I’d been with. I was a little apprehensive, but she insisted she really wanted to hear it. “I’ve seen Donatella the most. Sex with her is pretty great.” Amy peppered me with questions about whether she was prettier, thinner, sexier, better in bed than she etc. “I don’t want to hurt your feelings”, I said. “I don’t know why, but hearing you compare me to your girlfriend turns me on like crazy.” As we fucked Amy whispered that she wanted to meet Donatella. I asked her one more time if she really wanted this. Her answer was a convulsive orgasm.