My sex story of being cuckolded by my BBW wife

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It was Monday morning and I feigned getting ready for work. I put on my tie, packed my suitcase, and made her breakfast in bed like I did every morning.

I brought the tray through into the bedroom and she was still half-alseep. There was a plate full of fried bacon, sausages, eggs, with a kripsy kreme donut on the side and a big glass of orange juice. I set it down on her dresser and crept over to her side of the bed.

‘Morning Goddess… Breakfast is ready. I’m just going to work…’

Her eyes opened, and then shifted over to the breakfast. She gave an angry sigh.

‘Are you fucking kidding me? You know I meet Susan for brunch on Mondays.’ She sighed again and rolled over.

‘I’m sorry,’ I groaned. She didn’t answer. I picked up my suitcase and left.

I started the car and backed out of the drive. I drove out of the street, just in case she was watching out of the bedroom window. I parked up and waited a minute or so. I knew I should wait a bit longer, but I was anxious that I may end up missing whatever may happen. I started the car up and returned to my street, and then crept along until I could clearly see my house, but far enough that I wasn’t noticeable.

Then I waited, and waited, and waited. Nobody came. I checked the clock and it said 9:30. It had been 8:00 when I left the house.

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I was just paranoid, I thought. She’s not satisfied, but she’d never go that far, she’d never…

I heard a familiar sound. It was Vicotria’s Benz starting up. Moments later I saw her car coming down the driveway. Then she turned right and was coming in my direction. I quickly ducked my head down and prayed she didn’t notice the car…

After a minute I looked back up and saw that the street was empty. She was gone.

I breathed a sigh of relief. That was it then. She wasn’t up to anything behind my back (aside from stroking herself while fantasising about other men).

I got out of the car, leaving it parked where it was, and made my way to the house. I felt like a new man, to be honest. I felt a new lease of life. Victoria was going to get back from brunch and find me waiting for her in the bedroom. I was going to take control for once, and I was going to give her the ride of her life. As soon as she walked into the bedroom I would forcefully grab her by the waist and draw her in, put my hands all over her body. Her body which was mine. I was going to give her everything she wanted.

I climbed the stairs and went into the bedroom and sat down on the bed, preparing myself and rehearsing what I was going to do and say. Everything was clear now; I just needed to be dominant and be the man Victoria deserved.

I looked around and noticed the breakfast tray I had brought in for Victoria was now empty; she’d left it on the bedside table for me to clean up. And then I waited, and then some more. The more I waited, the more anxious I felt. The shot of testosterone I had had was starting to fade, and I felt like I was starting to shrink. I looked over at her washing basket again where her dirty panties were and felt my cock stiffen again.

I could just quickly jerk off again and then leave. Pretend none of this ever happened.

I got up and started for the washing basket when I heard Victoria’s Mercedes Benz enter the driveway. I felt my stomach drop. I wasn’t ready for this, and when Victoria found out I’d lied, she’d kill me. She’d call me every name under the sun and make me sleep on the floor again.

I started to panic. I had to hide, quick.

I heard the key enter the door and turn. I darted over the Victoria’s huge wardrobe and climbed inside, trying my best to shut the door. The wardrobe was so full with Victoria’s expensive dresses, and me, that I couldn’t shut the door completely. There was a little crack that I could see through.

I heard laughing.

My heart skipped. There were two voices.

One I recognised; Victoria’s cute, sexy laugh. But another. A deeper laugh.

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and the sound of the laughing became more distinct. I peered through the crack in the wardrobe and saw Victoria walk into the bedroom. Her hand was trailing behind her. Attached to the end of her hand was another man.

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