Use It or Lose It

I guess my story really starts a year or so ago.

We'd been married three years at the time and while sex was still very much on our agenda my libido didn't match that of my 28 year old wife. Christy, a very pretty redhead about 5ft 6 and a curvaceous 32c -- 24 -- 34 figure that attracts attention wherever she goes; and when I'm with her I can't begin to tell you how lucky I feel to be her husband.

Me? I'm 34 5ft 10, slightly paunchy now but still on the right side of being classed as good looking -- I think.

The libido 'thing' became an issue about 18 months after we got married and I changed jobs, becoming a shift manager at a power station, that meant having to work shifts including nights 10 pm to 8am; which left us like 'ships in the night' every few weeks as Christy was a primary school teacher.

I tried to 'raise my game' when we did have time together, even buying her two sex toys, a 7 inch life like dildo and a vibrator too; which we used to satisfy her fantasy of being in a threesome, as I'd fuck her with the dildo while she sucked my cock and I gave a running commentary pretending the rubber cock was the 'real thing' and Christy would rub herself off to a screaming orgasm as I usually shot my load across her tits.

Sometimes she would even suck the toy while I fucked her doggy style and she would beg me to spank her, which I tried but could never bring myself to hit her hard enough to leave a mark, which sort of disappointed her.

My favourite was using the toy while we were in a 69 position and I could see how frothy her pussy would become as she came, sometimes firing the dildo out like a bullet!

Which brings me to that Friday night; I'd finished working six consecutive 2pm to 10 pm shifts and had arrived home exhausted at 10.30. I made a cup of tea and ate some toast before collapsing in bed.

As it was Friday I knew my wife was out in town with her friends and would be home around midnight and sure enough when I heard the front door open it was 00.15. and a few minutes later she tip toed into the bedroom and stripped off in the dark so as not to disturb me; but she knew I'd be sleepily watching her undress, which like watching her get dressed on a morning was fuel for my copious masturbation hobby.

Sure enough she took her t-shirt off followed by her bra; but for once caressed her rubbery tits, maybe even squeezing them, which was unusual, then slid her knickers off and as she kicked them off her foot caught them then seemed to examine the gusset with her finger before giggling before putting them in the wash basket, but suspiciously pushed them deep into the pile of dirty clothes.

The next morning I woke after 9 and Christy had already left to do the weekly shopping. After having a piss I remembered the way she'd hidden her knickers so rooted around in the basket and sure enough there they were screwed into a ball about half way down, even though her t-shirt and bra were on the top. I took them out and opened them to see that the gusset was still wet and sticky 8 hours later.

"Oh shit!" I sighed as the unmistakable smell of stale spunk filled my nostrils as I ran my finger through the jizz just like my wife had done.

Even knowing what a flirt she was I'd never considered or had reason to think she would cheat on me but here was the unmitigated evidence.

The next I knew was that I was sitting on the bed tugging my cock while sniffing the stained knickers. When I realised what I was doing I was shocked, but that didn't stop me lying back and wrapping her soiled satin knickers around my cock and furiously wanked until I carefully added my load to some strangers along the gusset.

Should I confront her?

Of course I should ... but how could I explain the extra jizz?

Plus when I decided that it was a 'one off' and I'd been neglecting her and ... had another wank before she returned home.

The rest of the day went by like any other day although I kept looking at her for 'signs' but she must have been a brilliant actress as there were none.

We went out for dinner with some friends of ours including two of Christy's friends who had been out with her the previous night and again, not a single thing pointed to my wife having cheated on me ... so I began to doubt myself.

The following week I was on night shift 10 pm until 8am, leaving home just after 9pm.

Out of character I couldn't stop myself instigating sex on the Monday evening after tea, and much to her delight was as forceful as I was comfortable with, pulling her clothes and underwear off before producing her dildo which I forced up her pussy as I fucked her mouth.

Christy was in her element as the rubber dong disappeared balls deep up her pussy time and time again until she rubbed out a body popping orgasm.

Breathing heavily I pulled the toy out and moved between her legs then replaced it with my bone hard 5 inches. It didn't take long sadly until I spurted my jizz deep inside her; or at least as far as my cock could get.

As we lay side by side panting for breath my wife cuddled up and asked "what got into you?" as innocently as possible, then ran her fingers back down to my shrunken cock.

"I've been neglecting you ... so thought .... oh fuck that felt good."

"It sure did." she giggled then slid down the bed and began kissing my cock, we both knew that this was in vain as I'd never been able to get an erection so soon after sex; but she persevered licking my junk off it while kneeling legs apart and showing me her pink gash which was leaking my cum.

Unable to get it hard Christy turned and smiled then looked at the clock and smiled; "it's a pity but you have work to go to."

I showered and got dressed joining her downstairs where she was sitting watching TV only wearing a short kimono style robe.

Before leaving for work I kissed her as usual, but slid my hand between her legs, which made her jump back and giggle .... "What's got into you?"

"Like I said, I've been neglecting you."

I ran my finger under my nose I winked; "something to get me through the night."

"You dirty sod!" She screwed her nose, "you won't ... really .... will you?"

"I might." I grinned and walked to the car.

It was an uneventful night and I couldn't get the thought of Christy cheating on me out of my mind; and constantly sniffing my finger didn't help.

When I arrived home in the morning, my wife was already at work. Even though she wasn't wearing panties when I left for work I still searched the wash basket ... and found a red thong hidden half way down.

If she'd worn them over the weekend I'd have remembered, so was a bit confused even though the gusset looked 'used' but wasn't sticky or anything.

I had breakfast and watched the news and went to bed. The quilt was pulled up but untidy, which was pretty much usual, but before getting in I pulled it back to straighten the sheet when I spotted two stains, both about the size of a 50p.

"Oh shit!" I sighed as it dawned on me, that they weren't there 12 hours earlier, so her lover must have visited and fucked her in my bed.

I lay on my back staring at the ceiling for several minutes; until I nervously ran my finger over one of the stains, then the second. I realised that my breathing was getting heavier and my cock was twitching as I imagined her rolling around my bed with her lover.

Without a second thought I got up and went back to retrieve the thong she'd worn for him and panties in one hand and cock in the other I had a long and sexy wank cumming all over my pubes.

Finished and feeling guilty I replaced them in their hiding place then had a shower and fell asleep like a baby. I woke again just after one pm and spent the afternoon watching porn, until I prepared the meal for Christy returning at about 5.

We barely spoke over dinner or even a couple of hours later while she watched TV and I played with the laptop, flicking between sports sites and porn ones.

As her soap opera finished at 8 she cheekily asked if I was still horny. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders.

Of course this was the opportunity to confront her; but I bottled it and said something like "maybe tomorrow?"

Christy teased, "What if I can't wait that long?"

My heart raced as I looked at her, "what does that mean?"

"You know you're not the only one that looks at porn!"

Shit! On many an occasion we'd watched porn together and she'd always hinted that she looked at it when I was at work; hence her sex toys.

"Use it or lose it babes; if a job's worth doing well ... do it yourself." She cackled then looked at her watch before going into the kitchen to make my sandwiches for break time.

When we kissed goodbye I whispered, "enjoy yourself." to which she replied, "I intend to." then gave me a 'naughty little girl' shrug and smile.

I had a busy first few hours so didn't have time to think about what may or may not be going on at home; but at my break I couldn't get it out of my head so much so my cock began twitching making me tempted to actually have a wank in the toilets; but managed to resist; but as the second half moved by like a tortoise all kinds went through my head ... who was her lover?

Did I know him?

Had she met him online?

So, just like the previous day I'd hardly taken my jacket off before running upstairs to check the wash basket.

Sure enough there was a black g-string and a sexy lace bra that I hadn't seen for years as well as a pair of black hold-up stockings ... something else she hadn't worn for a long long time.

I dropped them on the bedside table and after taking a big breathe pulled the quilt back.

There were another two stains like the previous morning ... whoever this was had stamina if he was fucking her twice a night!

Then as I held the g-string to my nose and wrapped a stocking around my shaft a thought flashed into my head ... what if it wasn't one lover ... but TWO?

My God with that in my brain my wanking was fast and furious until I accidentally shot some cum onto the stocking ... and when I checked there was already a dry stain on the elasticated band.

I didn't bother with breakfast, just went straight to sleep and spent the afternoon copiously masturbating watching cuckold porn.

There weren't any panties secreted in the wash basket or stains on the sheets the next two mornings, but I checked anyway and wanked myself silly thinking about my cheating wife and her lover ... or lovers.

I had the opportunity to work overtime on Friday night but, after the week I'd had I was desperate to go out with my mates for a 'big drink.'

Our town centre has five pubs dotted around it and historically our wives and girlfriends would start at one end and the guys at the rougher other end.

Even my best friend Ritchie realised I was throwing pints down like there was no tomorrow and urged me to slow down but when we got to McGinn and McGuire's in the centre, the girls were already there and didn't spot us at the bar, which was what I nervously hoped for.

As Ritchie bought the beers I scanned the crowd and spotted my wife on the edge of a group of her friends and was talking to one or possibly two teenage guys.

My heart sank and my blood boiled, both were taller than me, and looked muscle-bound with their arms covered in colourful tattoos, and the most forward one had a sharp haircut and a twinkle in his eyes, the other had a shaved head and one of those well manicured beards that would just me look like I'd forgot to shave, but made him look sexy and virile. The 'sharp haircut' lad kept touching Christy's arm as he spoke, even moving in to whisper something that made her smile and playfully slap his hand.

Was this him? It had all the hallmarks in my mind; but why were none of her friends stepping in and protecting her from this handsome young stud?

Just as I was handed my pint the lad and his friends began moving away and leaving. He slightly raised his hand to say 'goodbye' then squeezed her arm, then he shouted to someone behind her and waved.

Perhaps to save an actual confrontation I let them get to the door before I joined my wife, who was pleasantly surprised to see me and kissed me on the cheek, completely unperturbed.

"Who was lover boy?" I croaked and shifted my head in the direction that he had just left.

Christy now looked a bit shifty .... and I could tell she was pretending not to understand, until I described him as innocently as I could muster.

"Oh.... Jamie? He's Karen's brother .... he's back from Uni for a few days before he goes off to Ibiza." She then took a gulp of her wine, "I haven't seen him since .... you know... he was a kid?" She shrugged and smiled.

My Spidey-Sense told me that this must be the owner of the spunk in my wife's knickers and the stains in my bed. Before I could say anything more I was drawn into a football argument with some mates, and that was that.

It felt weird talking to my wife and my mates while thinking about the handsome young tattooed stud having sex with my pretty wife.

As we walked home I already had an erection and when we got in the house I almost jumped on Christy, pulling her onto the sofa and ripping her panties off.

She had an amazed look of surprise on her face as I mashed her tits with one hand and fingered her with the other. Then, Christy excitedly undid my zip and pulled my trousers down.

"Suck it!" I gasped and nearly poked her in the eye as I leaned over her face, "suck it!"

Christy grinned and wrapped her hand around my short shaft and greedily sucked my knob while viciously rubbing it up and down making me shake as I raised my self onto tip toes.

Panting like a racehorse I gasped, "get on your hands and knees!" Christy's eyes were flashing as she immediately turned over and poked her arse high in the air.

I couldn't remember the last time that my cock was so hard and my libido so rampant.

With no preamble I slid my cock into her hot and sticky cunt. With my hands gripping her hips I thrusted as hard and fast as I could drunkenly manage.

"Is this what you want?" I kept repeating, "Is this what you want?"

"Yes... yes... yes ... fuck me like a bitch .... fuck me like your bitch!" She squealed in reply.

That tipped the balance and I shot my load after two really hard thrusts, more than I'd managed in a long time.

As I pulled out and rested against the back of the sofa Christy slid her hand along her gash which was leaking my cum then looked at me over her shoulder.

"Wow, that was fucking wonderful." She scooped some excess cum onto her fingers and in one motion rolled onto her back then seductively licked it off her fingers.

I held my hand out and took hers to pull her up.

"Let's go upstairs." I said as masterly as I could muster.

Christy gave a naughty smile and followed.

She already had her dress off when I pushed her onto the bed. "Stay there" I croaked and went to her bedside cabinet and found her 7 inch dildo.

Waving it I kicked my jeans off and kneeled beside her. Obviously my cock had deflated and was unlikely to get as hard so soon, but I took a handful of my wife's hair and pulled her towards it; "Suck my cock ... make it hard."

Christy took to the challenge with Olympic cock-sucking style as I licked and spat on the dildo before nudging it against her swollen cunt flaps, then she automatically raised her hips and sucked it in.

Still holding her head onto my cock while she sucked and slurped I began fucking her with the sex toy like a crazed man.

"Is this what you want?" I growled, imagining the tattooed teenager and his mate fucking her while the other got sucked off; "Is it? A cock in your cunt and your mouth?"

We'd engaged in sexy talk many times, but this time I meant it ... and for some reason her eyes flickered in a way that said she knew it.

The way Christy used her tongue on my cock did bring more blood into the shaft, but I knew it wouldn't get hard enough to fuck her but the dildo was certainly satisfying both our carnal desires.

At times I was fucking her so hard she scrunched her eyes closed as it must have been hurting her; but she seemed to enjoy the pain as I kept up my mantra,

"Is it? Is this what you really want? A big cock in each end? Is it? Or do you want three? One up your fucking arse as well?"

Her fingers eventually found her clit and she rubbed it furiously for no more than a minute or two when her body began tensing and she tried to pull away from my cock, but I manhandled her so it stayed put with my balls resting on her chin although my wrist began aching so had to slow down just as she began bucking and bouncing as a huge orgasm tore through her.

I'd made her cum many times over the years, but never like this ... but I'd never performed like this before even though I'd known she wanted and desired rough sex.

Christy's eyes were bulging during the orgasm and I rolled back so my cock popped out of her mouth at the same time as she pushed the dildo out of her cunt with her pelvic muscles.

I flopped down beside her and she snuggled up with her head on my chest while her finger still circled her clit as I stroked her heaving breasts.

"Wow." my wife whispered, that was amazing .... what came over you?"

I closed my eyes ... should I confess I knew, or at least thought I knew she'd been cheating on me ... and it turned me on? Should I say I'd realised I was neglecting her and wanted to put it right. Both where true; but I doubted she would believe the latter.

"Hmmmm." I considered my options, "Tonight ... when I ... got in the pub ... I saw you ... that lad, the one with tattoos? It ... it .... I don't know .... sort of turned me on ... seeing you with a young fucking stud like that ... and his mate was looking at you in that way too... I don't know."

There was an awkward silence for a few minutes until Christy began kissing my chest and flicked my dormant cock.

"Really?" She whispered, "we've fantasised about that before .... but tonight! Holy fuck you were horny!"

I kissed her on the forehead.

"If ... if you ever .... if ...." I didn't know how to finish my sentence "if ... if ... you ever you know...I love you ....'strayed' .... I would forgive you ... honestly ... as long as ... oh shit ... you know ... came home to me."

Christy looked up at m,e with her puppy dog eyes watering.

"Really?" She croaked.

"Really." I replied and kissed her forehead again.

There was more awkward silence as she cupped my balls and flicked my flaccid cock with her thumb, knowing full well it wasn't getting hard again any time soon.

"You've been with him, haven't you?" I whispered holding back my own tears. "Last Friday .... and ... through the week ... here ... in our bed."

Tears were streaming down her face as I stroked her hair.

"I promise ..... I... I don't mind." I hoarsely whispered, "honestly .... if I'm completely honest ... it turned me on."

Christy shuffled position until she could kiss me on the lips. "What? How did you know?"

"Honestly?" I considered lying, but went with the truth, "Last Friday when you came home I watched you hide your knickers .... then in the morning I checked and they were still ... wet and sticky ... still covered in spunk."

I could hear her soft breathing as she couldn't look at me.

"Then .... I wanked into them."

After a couple of seconds her head twisted so she could look me in the eye; "You did what?"

'I wanked into them .... covered his jizz with mine." I grinned, "then had another two wanks while you were at work."

She still looked puzzled as I continued.

"Then when I got into bed on Tuesday morning there were more stains on the sheets, Wednesday too. You've been a very busy and horny girl, haven't you?"

Christy shook her head in disbelief; "but ... but you weren't angry? You really did wank sniffing my knickers?"