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Some Girls 2
(Kelly Addams)

So okay, here's the story of my marriage. Or I guess it would be better to say, the story of how I became a cuckold, because that's what I am now. 

How do I feel about it? Well, that's difficult to describe. Was it the death of my manhood? I really don't think so because I can be a man and still enjoy knowing that my wife is bucking and writhing under another hard cock. I see it more as mutual satisfaction, she loves the extra spice that a new cock brings to her life, and me, I admit I get some perverse pleasure from knowing she is getting fucked.

So let me tell you about Gaynor first before I bore you with all the mundane crap about me. 

My wife is hot, and I mean smokin' hot. Twenty five, with a figure that most women would sell their souls to have, hour glass figure, round tight ass, firm yet full tits, and a beauty that can only be described as classical. She dresses down yet still manages to literally ooze sexuality, something that didn't go unnoticed for very long in the accountancy firm where she works in the corporate section. I know the single guys there were drooling over her (and the married ones too if they would just get the balls to admit it), yet despite all the attention, Gaynor always told me that she kept her head down and concentrated solely on work, she didn't need distraction, and she truly seemed oblivious to their attentions. Innuendo flew over her head, double entendre comments filled the air, her female co-workers all thought she was playing the hard to get game, her devoted followers all presumed either naivety or a teasing streak... I knew better, she just didn't see the comments in any sexual context, not naivety, more the innocence of a pure heart. It's pretty laughable how wrong I was! 

She maintained that she was a married woman, ergo she was forbidden fruit to be respected. 

But Gaynor didn't really understand that for the vast majority of men... forbidden fruit is always seen as the sweetest!

Now I'm what you would describe as an average guy, average height, average build, an important thing for the ladies to note... I'm average down there too, so that isn't a source of dissatisfaction. I'm no Hollywood hunk, but I'm not Quasimodo either, I'm just the lucky guy who managed to get Gaynor to say yes to the vital question, and she never once questioned the ten years that lie between us, she values maturity and stability... I guess that probably swung it for me, and explains why Mr Average managed to get himself the most beautiful trophy wife that was ever born... (and yeah, you could probably say I'm a little biased!)

For a year we lived the perfect couple life, romantic candlelit meals, slept in late on a Sunday morning then cuddled until lunchtime, we did the bars, movies, even rented some spicy DVD's then re-enacted the highlights... things were floating along wonderfully, but I hadn't known then about pressure at work.

"Gary wants me to work late this week," she had said, I wasn't going to interfere, I knew the firm had taken on some heavy hitting new corporate clients, of course the workload was going to increase. 

"Just you?" I asked innocently.

Gaynor smiled and shook her head. "Debs and Judy are staying back too, you wouldn't believe how many invoices we have to sort out." She had already told me about the hundreds of boxes that had arrived by courier, each one crammed full of papers, the trail she and her co-workers would have to follow in the weeks to come.

"I thought Gary was trying it on!" I winked, but had to admit I was only half joking, I had met her supervisor, I had seen the guarded looks he gave her... but it wasn't such a surprise, every man reacted the same way.

"I can handle Gary." she giggled softly, but I picked up the unspoken words instantly. It wasn't the expected denial, it was more an admission that he had been hitting on her... but she had the situation under control. "He isn't a problem!"

"He drops hints?" I laughed lightly, easing the conversation forward.

Gaynor rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Not just hints, he's so obvious about it!"

I laughed and grinned, I was building her feelings of security, I was also feeling a strange arousal, it was the very first time that Gaynor had admitted that another man was showing interest, usually she would shrug and deny having noticed.

"Not just hints eh! Tell me more sweetie... let's have all the juicy gossip!"

A smile flickered and a distance appeared in her expression, as though she was deep in some happy memory. "I wouldn't want you getting jealous and storming into the offices," she laughed and nudged me in the ribs.

"Well, don't leave me hanging there!" I kept my voice light yet something inside me desperately needed to know what had happened, something to feed jealousy? It had to be more than just flirting.

"I've said too much." she replied and shook her head.

"You can't leave it there!" I stated evenly, "That's the sort of situation that does lead to problems, imagination is good sometimes, but not when it's working I the wrong direction."

"It was harmless really!" Gaynor began, "And probably as much my fault as his."

"Go on!" I responded calmly, "Just tell me love, I promise I won't over react!"

"Well," she said after swallowing hard. "I was bending over beside my desk one afternoon, and suddenly I felt this hand pressing against my ass. Now I know I should have reacted and objected instantly, I should have slapped his face and shouted, but I was really shocked, stunned really, and so I guess for a few seconds I just stood there while he rubbed me... of course when I got my head together I jumped up and I scolded him, but again, I made a mistake because I had a nervous grin plastered all over my face, and all I could say was... Stop it Gary... you're so naughty!"

I swallowed hard myself, and like my wife I was shocked, but for very different reasons because as I pictured the scene in my mind, I felt my cock begin to stir. "I can't say I'm that surprised," I added quickly to cover my own swelling discomfort, "Every time you bend over in front of me I get the urge to grab your ass... so I won't be holding that against him."

"Cute," she laughed, "And how like pervy men to stick together... but what I haven't told you yet, he took my reaction as a sign, a signal that I accepted his attentions."

"He's touched your ass again?"

"Sweetie, you have to see the bigger picture here!" she stated as she nodded. "Gary is the senior partners youngest son, so he can't do any wrong in his dad's eyes, and me, I'm just a pool accountant from corporate... I'm a minion."

"He's grabbed your ass again." I nodded, the picture was becoming clear, and I have to admit I felt my shame growing to have gained an erection from my wife's distress.

"Not just my ass," she said softly, "He groped my tits too!"