Cuckold Nightmare by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 0000000000000
Published: 2021-11-01T08:39:52+00:00

Part Seven

Once we got home Brittany and I had a long talk before going inside. Tears were shed. By me. Not by her.

Sadly, pathetically, I told her how difficult these past few months had been for me, how weird I felt, how emotional I always was now, and how guilty I was for the way that I'd been constantly letting her down as a husband and her best friend. Even tonight was another disaster. What had started off as a really fine evening had turned into a nightmare. It seemed that tragedy followed me around these days.

For the most part, Brittany had been listening intently to what I'd been saying, holding my hand, drying my tears with the palm of her hand. But suddenly a smile flitted across her beautiful face. And even in the darkness of the car I could tell that she was amused by something.

"You're kidding, right?" Brittany said. "You really are surprised that those two guys tried to put the moves on us tonight?"

"Well, yeah, at the gym Chase always seemed to be a cool guy."

She laughed, this time, out loud. "Trust me, he wasn't trying to be just a friend tonight. He couldn't keep his eyes off you. I thought you realized that. When we showed up, I realized right away that we were their dates."

"Dates?"

"The classic set-up. You think you're showing up in a big group and all you find are a couple of guys trying to get in your panties. Bam-O. Welcome to the club, girlfriend."

I shifted uncomfortably in my car seat. "I had no idea. I thought we were just friends. He knows I'm married."

"Well maybe you'll get some female intuition later," Brittany smiled, patting me gently on the shoulder. "Did you like him?"

"NO! NOT AT ALL!"

"Whoa, I think the lady doth protest too much."

"What does that mean, Brittany?"

When she didn't answer I said, "Did you like that Anthony guy?"

She shrugged and simply said, "I like you. You're my husband. And I would never do anything to hurt you."

Finding that a less than satisfactory answer, I decided that it would be best to end this conversation and get out of the car and go upstairs.

The place was dark and quiet as we stumbled in together, both a little drunk still, our bodies sticky with the sweat we'd worked up at the dance club. As I groped for light switches, I was happy to discover our tenant was not parked on the living room couch, his typical location late at night. I was feeling a little tired and worn down from so much drama. And the last thing I wanted to deal with was Mambo.

"I call potty first!" said my wife, as we entered our bedroom together.

And she was still in the bathroom when I saw the big dildo sitting on the middle of our bed.

To say that I was surprised by its presence in our house was an understatement.

Until recent events, we'd always been a very conventional couple with very little forays into the kinkier side of things.

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