We weren’t expecting any one when there was a knock at the door. The shadow through the glass was unfamiliar to me. As I opened the door the man’s face changed from smiling to a look of panic. The present he had been holding out was quickly hidden behind his back. He wasn’t expecting me to answer, which meant that he could only have been expecting my wife.

Our lives had changed a year ago, a cancer diagnosis and subsequent treatment had changed us, well, changed me at least. Our passionate sex life had disappeared and I had started to see my vibrant wife’s glow diminish. I don’t remember when I came up with the idea she should take lovers but it happened over a few nights of discussions. She was very reluctant to start with, accepting the idea that I couldn’t give her the sex life she wanted or needed currently and that she should seek that outside the marriage. We discussed it more and eventually she started to see that I wasn’t pushing her away but was actually trying to bring her closer to me in this period. So we made rules and boundaries and she went off into the world. I didn’t want to know details. But she had one night a week where she would tell me whether she would be back or not. The last few months o had realised she must be seeing regular guy, as it was always the same day and she didn’t come back until the next morning. She always smelt of the same thjngs, sex and eau de toilette. And now I could smell the same thing with the guy at my door.

“I’m, sorry I was looking for …..” he stumbled as his eyes darted behind me into the house and back again. I half recognised him as I studied him, a few years younger than me, stocky build, good hair, handsome face but I couldn’t place him directly.

“You’re looking for Laura aren’t you?” I said and he nodded. “I shouted being me “Laura, you have a visitor!” And I turn back. “Come in, come in” I beckon as I open the door wider.

I hear Laura upstairs moving. And then her feet on the stairs, and then the shock and pause as she sees her lover in our house. She looks at me worried and scared, her private world suddenly crashing into her home life.

“Nice meeting you” I say to our guest “I’ll leave you to it” I say as I kiss Laura on the cheek as she makes the bottom step. I go the other way and take the stairs back up to our room.

There’s a silence behind me but I guess there’s some silent communications that looks and facial expressions as I make the journey. Finally I hear from our guest “I’m so sorry, I got the time wrong I guess “ and with that Laura is leading him into the kitchen.

This is the first time that her extra marital sex life has been so visible to me. And I find that now I have a face to one of her lovers I can only imagine them both naked.

I lay on the bed, the muffled voices down below. I sense a stirring in my loins, something that doesn’t happen so often anymore. As I imagine Laura and our house guest entangled. Kissing, his mouth on her nipples, between her legs, his tongue deep inside her, making her buck and squirm. My hand finds my strutting g cock and. Have the urge to stroke, again, something I’ve not wanted to for months.

Blood pumps into the veins, stiffening it, engorging me and I shut my eyes as picture Laura in the throes of passion, not only with the man downstairs but other men, faceless for now, but sweating and pumping into her. She always looked amazing as we had sex, alive, happy, fulfilled.

My orgasm is building. I Hadn’t heard the downstairs door open and close again and I hadn’t heard Laura’s footsteps on the stairs, I was too busy imagining her. As she opened the door I had my eyes shut and my orgasm finally erupted. It felt amazing to release what I had, it covered my hand and my chest, each pump more stored cum fell onto my body. I finally opened my eyes to see Laura watching me.

I was embarrassed. That the visit of her lover had done this to me. But she didn’t look upset.

She put the wrapped present her guest had given her in the bed and then crawled on to lie beside me.

“You haven’t done that in a while. “ she said. “I’m sorry he was here, it was a mistake. It won’t happen again.”

“It’s ok, it, kind of turned me on, and I don’t know why. “ I replied.

“I can see that” she said with a giggle. Her hand started to stroke my chest avoiding the pool of cum. “Do you think you’d be able to go again?” Her hand going down my stomach to my limp cock.

And then she did something I don’t think I’ve seen her do before, well not with me. Her mouth followed her hand and she started to take my cock in her mouth. It was still dripping cum, but she sucked that as she took it in. It was so dirty, and kinky, the pool of cum on my belly stick to her chin as she sucked me. And to my surprise my body responded, my cock stiffening once again. She continued to suck and clean me.

“Tell me about him.” I said as I got harder.

She took her mouth off me and turned. “We said we wouldn’t talk about it. “

“I know but now, that I’ve met him. I want to know. What do you do. What’s the sex like?” And with my hand I indicate my hard thick cock as a way of saying look- this is what it’s done to me.

She looked at me and stood up. I thought she was going to leave but instead she reached under her skirt and removed her knickers. She pulled up her hen and then straddled me. She reached underneath and for the first time for a very long time she guided me into her. She was so wet, wetter than I remembered and I groaned as she slid down my shaft.

She was biting her lip as she settled herself on me and it felt I could cum just by seeing that.

“His names Mac, you e meet him before, at the bank” she started to grind slowly so as not to hurt me.

“The mortgage guy!” I stated and she nodded.

“I met him a few months ago on a night out. He recognised me and started chatting me up. He saw my ring and questioned it.” Grinding more as she spoke. “I was honest, but I think he thought I was lying in the beginning. That maybe o was just cheating.”

“Did you sleep with him immediately?”” I asked.

She hesitated. “Yes”

The idea that Laura had gone out and had picked up a guy and slept with him that night thrilled me. More than I imagined.

“We had drinks, we were both a little tipsy by the end and his friends had already abandoned him. He invited me back to his. It was one of my nights so I knew you wouldn’t be waiting for me. So I went with him.”

“Go on” I say encouraging her. I was finding this more thrilling than I ever imagined.

“He had his hands in my knickers in the taxi. I even think the taxi driver could see. And I could feel how hard he was. By the time we were in his house he was taking my clothes off. “

She was starting to shut her eyes as her movements got more forceful. Her lips paring in between her sentences.

“His cock?” I say.

She opened her eyes to look directly at me. Again, she hesitated.

“It’s ok” I say softly.

“It was a shock. I mean. It’s not long, but the thickness. It’s…..extreme. I couldn’t fit it in my mouth easily. And he had to help me get used to it when we had sex.” She was bucking hard now and I was very close. “He broke the condom. We didn’t know until the end. Don’t worry I took the morning after I’ll just in case but he came in me”

And with that I came for the second time. This one hurt a little, my balls not used to the action it had been asked to perform.

She bent down and kissed me before rolling off. I hadn’t made her cum and I felt bad.

She paused and reached over and picked up his present. “He told me not to put it under the tree” She said and started to unwrap it. She stopped halfway and looked at me a bit in shock.

“What is it?” I say encouraging her.

She pulled the paper off completely. The box metering said ‘custom dildo. A faithful replication of your lovers cock’z

“Is it his?” I say now sitting up in curiosity. She opened the lid and looked in and nodded to me. She pulled it out.

And there it was, his cock. Mac’s. Laura wasn’t lying. The thickness was unbelievable. The length, similar to mine but the base was like a wrist or forearm.

“Show me it in you” I say. Not harshly but pleadingly.

She hesitated but opened her legs. She teased the head of it on her lips, now leaking some of my cum, but mixed with her wetness.

“I have to take my time, sometimes he has to use his fingers and hands to stretch me first.” But the dildo head slips in as she says this.

She shuts her eyes and I watch as slowly she pushed the dildo into her, pulling it out occasionally before slowly driving it back. And then she’s taken it all. Her legs are wide, her lips are stretched and cupping the base of the dildo. Of Mac. And then she starts to move it in and out, moaning. I s e my cum coating the shaft as she does this. Her orgasm that hits soon is intense, I see her butthole twitching as the spasms hit. She’s panting as it subsides and she pulls out her lovers cock. I can’t tell if she’s embarrassed or not but I lean over and kiss her deeply.

“I’m glad you have this in your life. You deserve it” we kiss again, more passionately and sensually. “Will you tell me everything? With Mac. With others. I want to know everytime. I want you to show me of you want. Pictures, videos. I’d love to watch you with someone” I say. She kisses me again.

Am I a cuckold? I don’t think so. Im not humiliated. I’m not ashamed but her actions. Fin fact I’m emboldened, I’m stirred, more than I have since my diagnosis. I know that our sex life has now taken another step in a direction that I’m excited about.