[en] [cuckold] A Whore for a Wife
I knew my wife Isabella was a whore. For how long, I very well can’t say. But from the day I said ”I do”, I knew I had made a terrible mistake. But the vows were said, and it was far too late to feed my friends and family’s concerned words. At first, I had wanted to believe she was the good girl I had thought she was when I first married her. But slowly, she began doing things that made me seriously wonder – was she as good as she portrayed herself to be?
I decided that I would test her loyalty of faith after a concerned elderly woman told me she had seen many men enter my home when I was away. The reason why she told me is, because she was one of those religious women who did not believe a woman should have company without the presence of her husband. I hate to say it, but I agree.
I asked a friend of mine in the security business if he would mind setting up some cameras in my home while my wife was out visiting a friend she claimed to be sick. Instead of asking the usual questions, I told her okay, because I knew it would buy me time to have my friend set up the cameras for me. To my relief, it was done before Isabella ever set foot home and was ready to roll Monday morning when she claimed to be sick and I set off to work.
I had a small camera that connected to the cameras in the house, so I was able to watch my wife’s every move while I was at work.
It was roughly around two when the door bell rang and Isabella had a visitor. It was a man I had never seen before. He looked around Isabella’s age, early twenties, opposed to me since I was in my early thirties. Isabella and the man spoke for a few minutes and she invited him into our home. Grabbing his hand, she led him into our guest room upstairs.
I silently watched my wife’s adultery acts… I turned the volume up a little so I could hear what was being said.
– I don’t know if you should be here – Isabella said nervously – I think he might suspect my deception.
The man called James smiled sadly at Isabella:
– He’ll never find out. You said so yourself, he eats and breathes his job.
– Yes, he does – Isabella said and her nervousness began to fade and she slowly disrobed for Tony. She took everything off, except for her white lacy thong. Watching from the tape, I could see that Tony was already hard and was dying to pump himself between my wife’s sweet thighs.
Isabella walked up to him and slowly unzipped his pants. Sinking unto the plush carpet, she brought out his hard member and began stroking it gently.
– You like being touched, don’t you? – Isabella asked him seductively.
– Oh yes. Touch me – Tony moaned as Isabella lowered her mouth to him and began sucking his hard member.
She brought him into her mouth and withdrew it and brought it back into her mouth again. What she couldn’t fit, she cupped her hand around tightly and rubbed it up and down.
Tony must have been eight inches of flesh and she could only fit about six inches of it into her mouth before choking on his size. Tony didn’t mind he was in rapture from Isabella’s mouth. And though she satisfied him with her mouth, he ached to throw her unto the bed and plunge into her for hours like a madman.
After a few more minutes of Isabella giving him a blowjob, Tony decided it was time to proceed onto other things. He was sure if they didn’t, he would die from anticipation. So, he lifted Isabella from the floor and carried her to the baby blue queen size guest bed.
Isabella lies on her back and smiles sweetly for him. I am watching in the camera, semi in shock and turned on.
Tony pulls Isabella’s white thong off and slides it down her long peach legs. The thought of another man touching her legs brought my anger back.
I watched from my mini camera as Tony caressed her legs once more before spreading them and bringing his head down to eat her out. Pressing a control on the camera, I made the camera in the room zoom in. I had a closeup view of Tony’s tongue going deeper and deeper into my wife’s tiny hole.
I could tell Isabella was getting turned on, because her nipples became hard and she was rubbing them together and moaning:
– Oh… Tony… Keep going!
Tony would switch between his tongue and finger. Every so often he would thrust his finger inside her harder and harder, before continuing to lick her once more.
Finally, after what seem liked an hour of eating her out, he sat upon her chest with his dick close to her mouth and she willingly began sucking it again for about a good ten minutes.
– Oh… – he moaned as she licked and lapped at him.
I had never known Isabella liked being played with before sex. When we had had sex, she had always been in a rush to get it over with. Perhaps that’s why she had brought it upon herself to find a partner to satisfy her in ways I did not know? No matter her reasons, she was still married to me and cheating on me, even as I watch her on camera and ponder these thoughts. She was still a whore, no matter her reasons.
I focused back onto the camera and watched Tony slid off of her and slid his dick right between her thighs. He thrust himself into her and she moaned:
– Oh… that feels so good.
As she moaned he leaned his head down to suck on her nipples and continued stroking harder and harder into her.
As mad as it made me to see my wife cheating on me, I could not tear my eyes away from the screen. It was something about the way Isabella cried out with each of his thrusts, and how he moaned along with her. It was captivating.
A few thrusts later, Tony turned Isabella over and rose on her knees giving him her back. He slid into her from behind and began pounding into her with powerful thrusts that shock her tiny frame. As he went deeper, harder, faster, he slapped her ass leaving large imprints of his hand.
– You like that? – Tony asked her.
– Oh yes – she moaned and he slapped her ass again leaving another large red imprint.
I could see it wouldn’t be long before my wife came to climax. I shut the camera off, so I didn’t see anymore. I buried my face in my hands wondering what I would do with my evidence. I had found out the truth, but what did I do now?
Tonight I would not come home and tomorrow I would think about it. Yes, I would think about what I would do with my whore of a wife tomorrow.
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