The Day She Cucked You!

Most husbands never know when such moments arrive even though they have been expecting something like this since they got married.  It happened on an ordinary day; nothing could have prepared you for what was coming.  There was no harbinger, no sense of something being amiss the days prior.  It could have begun without you ever being wiser – you simply stumbled upon it by accident.

And that was the accident you returned home to witness: you let yourself into your home, surprised at how quiet it was.  You called out your wife’s name, but stopped when you entered the living room.  There was an opened bottle of wine with two glasses on the table.  A pungent smell filled the air; the smell seemed familiar – marijuana.  You left your suitcase and quietly went up the stairs.

Your wife’s clothes that littered the floor.  But not just her clothes; there as well were men’s clothes on the floor too.  A gnawing fear grows in your chest.  Weird images come alive in your mind.  But you don’t want to believe them; you say to yourself it can’t possibly be true.  Your feet take you towards the bedroom that’s standing open.  There’s voices coming beyond the doorway.  

You edge closer to the door and you stare inside . . .

There was your wife in bed.  Except she wasn’t alone, and she was far from being asleep.  Another man was in bed with her.  A Black man.  You recognize him as the young fella who regularly comes to clean your swimming pool.  At that moment, cleaning your pool is far from what you expected to return home and find him doing. 

You stand there numbed with shock and stunned out of your mind, watching your wife cavort shamelessly with the Black man.  You listen to her lustful cries as the man sucks her tits; her groans as he mounts her from behind; her whimpers as she straddles him.  You stand slightly away from the door hoping they don’t spot you.  You listen as the Black man fucks your wife hard, call her foul names – ‘Dirty whore’; ‘fuck slut’ – names you never would dare call your wife.  Not in a million years.

Disappointment overwhelms you as you turn away from the door and slink back downstairs.  You stop to pick up your wife’s panties.  Into your pocket it goes as you get your briefcase and slip out of the house as quiet as you had arrived.  You go and sit in your car.  You still there holding onto the wheel, thinking about what you just saw inside.  You take your wife’s panties out of your pocket and press it against your face.  You inhale her body fragrance; the smell of her snatch.

Despondence soon gives way to happiness.  Your happiness is euphoric, downright outrageous knowing finally all what you have been striving for has eventually worked out fine for you.

This is the day plenty of wannabe-cucks are looking for to happen in their home.  All those days of endless sweet-talking to the wife.  All those hurting hours of trying to convince her to see things your way, especially of her snapping back and give you a flat no . . . those days that you thought you were the big fool for ever attempting to share your secrets with her.  They have finally paid off!

How would most husband feel when that day eventually happens is a personalized secret.  Most husbands would especially love to document such moment when it happens.  They would love to store it down on tape to relieve with their friends at some later date.  And even as the cucked husband sits there in his vehicle luxuriating in the moment, he then realizes to his chagrin that he hadn’t taken any secret snapshots of his wife in bed with her lover.  What if she later denies ever having sex with another man?  Or worst, she admits to it, but then refuses to share intimate detail with you . . . what then?

You scramble out of your car and rush back into your house.  You get your mobile phone out of your pocket as you head toward the stairs.  You are yourself to no longer care if she and her lover hears you coming.  You simply want to capture the moment on record . . . as is your right to do.