«Cuckold's Risky Trail» by J.C.Wittol

Nick is alarmed and worried when
Nicole starts spending more time with Collin than with him. His career is also
at a critical point, with a huge client hanging in the balance, and he desperately needs Nicole’s support. When his beautiful wife chooses Collin over
her daughters, Nick explodes and confronts her. Money, power, and her gorgeous
black lover prove addicting for Nicole, and Nick struggles to hold onto his wife, sign an enormous client, and protect his daughters.
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Nicole and I tucked April into bed later that night, and checked on Jasmine. My oldest daughter hugged my wife, and offered me a
fist-bump. I’d have preferred a hug, but truthfully, I was grateful for any
affection, so we rapped knuckles. Things were pretty much back to normal. I’d
take it.
We headed downstairs and into our bedroom, where Nicole
kissed me on the cheek, and closed the bathroom door. I stared at the closed
door. She was getting undressed and then redressed for Collin.
She was spending the night.
With Collin.
Without me.
It drove me crazy.
We planned to meet tomorrow at the golf course. In a few minutes, my wife would leave to spend the night with another man. Cuckold
angst, a combination of lust, excitement, and humiliation exploded inside my body. A heady, intoxicating brew of emotions.
I loved it.
The door had no answers. Although if an inanimate object
could laugh, the door would’ve been laughing its ass off…at me.
No other options presented themselves, so I laid down on the
bed and turned on the TV. I selected a mind-numbing martial arts flick with
lots of action, a low budget, and sub-titles. The fight scenes were great, but the acting was horrible. It was a perfect analogy for my current situation. The
sex was great, but I wasn’t getting any, or at least not the really good sex. I wasn’t even able to watch the good sex tonight. I was alone with my imagination…which,
now that I thought about it, actually produced some pretty good porn.
An hour later, the bathroom doors opened. Nicole emerged a
step at a time, as though she were a model on a runway. She wore a tiny pair of
shorts that showed her ass off perfectly. Her breasts were barely covered by a
tank top that stopped well above her belly button, and the outfit was completed
by some very expensive-looking high heels. A Cheshire cat grin lit her face. She knew the effect she had on me, and she loved it. She stood next to the bed, her perfume hanging lightly in the air, and gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, honey.”
“Are you and Collin going out tonight?”
“I’m honestly not sure. He doesn’t have any business
meetings tonight, but we may still catch a movie, or have drinks with some of his friends. Apparently, an old friend of his flew into town today, but he wasn’t sure if he would be able to hang out with us.”
I swallowed carefully, and forced a smile. “Have fun.”
Her smile grew wider, almost predatory. “I’m sure I will.”
The click of her heels on the wood floor marked her departure,
and I watched her hips sway as she walked out of our bedroom.
My heart rate started increasing, and my breath came in
short pants as I imagined every possible erotic scenario involving my wife and her lover. My imagination played extremely vivid videos.
Nicole melting into his arms when she arrived.
Collin carrying her into the bedroom.



Another video played of my wife dressing, and modeling her clothes and lingerie. Of course, there was an extremely vivid
video of Collin forcefully taking her in a variety of places and positions.
Images of his body relentlessly pounding her while she begged for more flashed
in my brain’s movie theater…