Reflectionofyou

Your wife was attending a conference three thousand miles away; a highly attractive and irresistibly virile colleague asked her if they could meet up for drinks that evening. She even bought new clothes to deliver the appropriate message to him—and her hotel room had a king-sized bed they put to good use every night during the conference.

Before you left on a business trip, your wife wanted to show you some of the lingerie sets she was going to wear for your boss while you were away. She told you to buy her at least a couple of them in Paris—you knew she was going to wear them for your boss first.

You and your wife had gone to a cocktail bar several times to act out your fantasy. She would dress provocatively, sit by the bar, and flirt with the men who approached her, while you would find a discreet spot to watch her, pretending to be completely uninvolved. Once, she had made out with a man right in front of you, and on another occasion, she had even gone outside the bar for a walk with a man in a nearby park. The day she went outside, you didn't dare follow her—you were worried about how far she had gone with him, and she had told you he had only groped her a little. Everything changed the evening another woman sat next to your wife, and they started talking. She'd been doing the same thing longer—she figured out who you were right away. She'd done the same thing at first, but she'd gone much further. It was too late to turn back now—they'd become friends, they were both planning together how to cuckold you, and a few weeks later, you were already a full-blown cuckold. Your wife is already making you buy her condoms for her dates.

No touching while I'm out!

The difference is, I'm going out tonight and you are saying at home... x"

Good boy... x"

"If you get all your chores done, you might get a special treat when I get home"

"Not for boyfriends..."