As day slipped into night and the moon rose, I sat quietly on a stool at a quaint little bar downtown. I was in town for a business meeting, but now it was time to play after a long, hard day. I looked at my ring and then down my leg at my hot wife's anklet, wondering what the night would bring. I was free tonight. My sexually inadequate husband was back home hundreds of miles away. In any case, I had a hall pass from the...

My cell phone rang as my husband Sam and I lay in bed. He was getting his morning hand job as I recounted the details of my encounter with Charles during my last trip away from home. "Damn, do you have to get that?" he asked. When I looked at the display, I said, "Absolutely." Charles, my ardent lover who had fucked me ten ways from Sunday on that trip, was calling. I let go of my husband's puny cock and grabbed my cell....

Charles left early in the morning after a night of loving and sex. He told me he would call to arrange our trip and find out if Sam, my husband, would join us. I had not seen or heard from Sam for the last 24 hours. I didn't even know if he was still in the house. I knew that Sam and I were done as a couple. My rage had abated, and to a certain extent, I pitied the poor cuck. I had not made him into a cuck. He had done th...