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**Here’s a long story I wrote with cuckolding, cheating and hotwife themes. Intended to be the first part of a long series. Hope you enjoy.**
“Mr Peters, are you a cuckold?”
At the time he first heard those words, Simon Peters couldn’t possibly imagine the effect it would have on his life. All he knew was that he had been caught. And knowing that made ice run through his veins.
The fateful words were uttered by a highly unlikely source — his son’s friend Jacob. Jacob was the only member of his son’s friendship group who wasn’t spending the summer holiday before they went to university backpacking around Europe. The cleverest among them, he was instead pouring his efforts into saving up money by entrepreneurially putting his computing skills to use as a general computer repair man. That was precisely why Jacob found himself in Simon’s home office, working on fixing his computer.
He hadn’t said the fateful words triumphantly. Indeed, having spoken them Jacob looked positively pained–almost to the same extent as Simon, who simply stared in bewilderment, trying to discover words, any words.
“It’s just,” Jacob stuttered, “just that you’d left a page open. A story. About a cheating wife.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Simon eventually managed to say, although he very much did know. For almost as long as he had been married he had had fantasies about his wife, Anna, sleeping with other men. But knowing that his wife would be disturbed by their existence, he had kept the fantasies at bay through porn–primarily in the form of stories. Stories exactly like the one he had seemingly forgotten to close before handing off his laptop to Jacob.
“I’m sorry for asking,” Jacob continued. “It… It’s just that I know I’d forever be kicking myself if I didn’t ask.”
“Kicking yourself?”
Jacob took a deep breath, face flushing red to match that of Simon.
“It’s Anna. I’ve always- always wanted her. For as long as I’ve been thinking of girls like that.”
Despite everything, Simon could feel his dick starting to twitch. His son’s friend wanted to fuck his wife? This scrawny, nerdy kid who had come round god only knows how many times growing up.
“Err, you have?” said Simon, managing to slightly regain his composure.
Jacob seemed to sense that his revelation wasn’t being received entirely negatively, and he grew a little in confidence.
“Actually, she was the person I was thinking of the first time I, you know, touched myself. And most times since,” he added, chuckling nervously.
“She was?” Simon gulped. The temperature in his veins was no longer quite so icy. The wondered of him wanking to Anna for all this time… He gave Jacob a look that signalled him to divulge more.
“I think about the first time a lot. A group of us were round here. It was a stupid dare, to steal some of her underwear. Both of you were in the garden, I think, and us boys were in the house. So I crept upstairs. I didn’t want to leave a trail by rifling through all the drawers, so I went for a pair I saw on top of the dirty linen bin. I took them downstairs, showed them off, got a cheer, then shoved them in my pocket and forgot all about them. But then, back home that evening, I found them again. At first I was just going to throw them away. But there was something about them, how green and lacy they were, and as I brought them closer to my face I realised how good they smelled. So I ended up, you know, using them, thinking all the time about how she’d just been wearing them, how I was touching the same material that she had.”
“You came in them?” Simon asked, mouth suddenly very dry, and got a nod in response. He actually remembered the pair. He had bought them for her as part of a set as a Valentine’s day present. He could even dimly remember them going missing, meaning he had only ever got to see the full effect of the lingerie once. And now the mystery was solved. They had ended up wrapped around a teenager’s dick. A right-thinking man might have been outraged, but he was anything but.
“Why are you telling me this?” Simon eventually managed to say.
“Because if you are a cuckold, it’s what you want to hear, isn’t it? If you are a cuckold, then we both want the same thing. For me to sleep with your wife.”
There was a palpable sense that control of the conversation was passing from one to the other. Simon considered his next words carefully.
“Even.. even if I was, this is not something that Anna knows anything about. No matter what you might want, I can guarantee she doesn’t feel the same.”
Jacob looked genuinely crestfallen for a moment, but quickly recovered.
“Well, I’m willing to do whatever you tell me to if it helps to change her mind. You know her better than anyone, right? You can help me, you know, seduce her.”
Despite the rational part of his brain telling him just how dumb an idea that was, Simon couldn’t help but consider it. It was true he knew her better than anyone, including all the things she was attracted to. He could conceivably coach Jacob about how to behave while working subtly to push Anna towards him. But he also knew it was all just academic. Anna was as vanilla as they came. He’d never heard her express an interest in anything remotely kinky, let alone sleeping with another man — especially when that man would be her son’s friend.
“Look,” said Jacob, reading the indecision on Simon’s face, “if the answer’s no then I understand. I’m not going to do anything crazy and your secret’s totally safe with me. Like I said, I just couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t take the chance.” He broke off the conversation to begin packing up his stuff. “Good news is your computer’s working fine now. You have my number if it starts playing up again.” He paused. “Or for any other reason,” he added significantly.
“Wait,” said Simon as Jacob strode passed him to the door. “What happened to the knickers?”
“Oh I still have them. They’re just a lot, err, crustier than they used to be.” He laughed guiltily, disappearing out of the house to leave Simon considering just how strange the encounter had been.

**Continues here:** [**

NSFW: yes

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