1. My Wife Marcia? Part Three


    Date: 9/23/2017, Categories: Cuckold, Author: NickSpencer, Rating: 20, Source: LushStories

    Marcia babbled that our marriage was falling apart for months and that I did nothing to stop it. She asserted that it was all my fault due to my constant travelling. “The best thing may be for me to write this in a letter. When I'm done, I will place it on the counter and step out of the house for you to read it in silence,” she advised. I nodded in agreement, made my way up the stairs and went into the guest bedroom. Television was my friend as I waited. It was two hours later when her loud voice called out from downstairs. The sound of the front door opening and closing followed. My feet were in motion and I ran down down the stairs in search of the letter. There it was, placed on the kitchen counter. I walked over and picked it up. ****Marcia’s letter**** My darling, Richard. I was lonely and vulnerable. All those nights of you being away from home placed a strain on our marriage. I did not know how to express my unhappiness to a clueless man. Before I continue, you should know that I will always love you. However, a lot of things were said and done by both of us. My desire is for us to somehow work things out. We have a beautiful daughter and it would rip her apart to see us fighting. I had my transgressions and you surely appear to be having your own fun. What I am about to tell you is in no way an excuse but I strongly feel that it’s something you should know. It all started about a week into your last work assignment, Richard. We had just wrapped up one of our nightly ...
    phone sex sessions and my pussy was aching for your cock. My panties were completely drenched and I had to change them. I remember slipping into my pyjamas and it was raining quite heavily at the time. The night went on and I found myself on the couch, watching jeopardy. I had just made myself a cup of tea when the doorbell rang. I was scared because it was after 10:00 pm. Ellie was at my mom's house and I was all alone, with you being God knows where at the time. I peeped through the window and saw a truck in the driveway. I recognised it. It was Lucas’. My mind raced, wondering what he was doing here at such an hour.Well, I opened the door and asked what he wanted. He seemed sad, so I asked him to come in. He was having his usual problems with the ladies. A bimbo had left him for another guy. He asked if I could leave the house and chat with him at the bar at the end of the block. Being inquisitive, I wanted to know why the bar was suggested. He said that he doubted that we had anything strong enough to drink and I nodded in agreement. I was a bit reluctant at first, but Lucas was your best friend and he needed someone to talk to. I went upstairs and changed into something comfortable. I slipped into a little black dress. The dress that I am speaking of, was quite tiny and figure hugging. A bad choice, now that I recall. It was the one that you asked me to wear when we went shopping in Manhattan last Christmas. My watch read 10:30 pm when we got to the bar. There were about ...
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