Chloe 1

The following is the account of my journey into the world of cuckoldry.

I will begin by saying that even the notion of cuckolding was, at one 

time, unthinkable for me. I was raised by monogamous parents and took 

for granted that such a relationship was the only way for a husband and 

wife to coexist. I was wrong. 

***** 

My wife Chloe and I have been married for three years. In our

mid-twenties now, and having dated since high school, we are very much 

settled into life as a couple. We might be described as a common, or 

classic, pair. I have always maintained a dominant role in the 

relationship in terms of money management and taking care of bills, 

while Chloe - though she works - maintains the household. We have no 

children and so have time for what we consider the finer things such as 

regular Friday date nights, just like the one that opened the door to 

what would become a life altering experience.... 

***** 

"Chloe, are you ready? We're going to be late for our reservation." 

"I'm coming, I'm coming, just a second. Let me get my purse." 

"Alright."  I checked my cell phone absentmindedly as I waited not

altogether impatiently at the front door, as per our usual routine when 

we had somewhere to be. Not one to ask for much, Chloe did tend to 

require a great deal of patience when preparing herself to go anywhere. 

"I'm ready. Does this look fine, or should I change?" she asked me a bit

nervously. 

"No, it's perfect. You look great." Despite having sizeable breasts,

Chloe never dressed to show them, displaying only a subtle amount of 

cleavage. She preferred to keep them for my eyes only, which was a good 

thing for me since I was always one to have a jealous side. She wore a 

green summer dress with some fabric that flared out at around her 

waistline and down to below her mid-thigh. Green suited her, and what 

most suited me was that we wouldn't be late for dinner. 

As we headed for the truck, I took a quick grab at her, making her smile

as I did so. Chloe's ass has always been, for me, her most appealing 

feature. Full, thick, and round, both tender cheeks span more than a 

handful each, and it has always been my policy to feel them any time 

I'm around her. 

At the restaurant we enjoyed a casual meal with more than a little wine

on my part and I noticed on a few occasions Chloe watching suspiciously 

when I interacted with our waitress. Chloe's eyes could be 

oh-so-accusing at times. Finally, having had enough of the situation, I 

questioned her. 

"What is it?" 

"What? Nothing." 

"No, what's bothering you?" 

"I'm not bothered, I'm fine, why?" 

"You seem to be... at least when the waitress is speaking to us." 

"To you. She's flirting with you and you're liking it." 

Sighing, I rolled my eyes slightly and went back to my drink. After a

while, I decided to make amends. It wasn't worth ruining the night 

over. 

"Listen, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to flirt with her. I was just trying

to be friendly." 

"Sure, but you do this all the time. You always flirt with women, right

in front of me, and I never do that with other guys." 

"I know, I'm sorry." 

"I don't know, can we just pay and leave? I'm just feeling a bit

irritable and I'd rather just go home." 

"Alright...." I flagged our waitress and paid the bill. Heading home we

maintained chitchat, though it was evident that Chloe wasn't easily 

going to let my transgression pass lightly, this time. 

Into the house and into our bedroom, Chloe and I kissed dispassionately

and ultimately she just went to sleep. Though she wasn't rejecting my 

advances, her heart wasn't in it, and I didn't press the issue. That 

night would be the last one like it. 

***** 

The following night, Saturday, Chloe had agreed to join some of her

girlfriends for a few drinks.  Typically that meant she'd get home a 

bit tipsy around eleven o'clock just in time for some clumsy sex before 

falling asleep. Sometimes she'd fall asleep during. Needless to say, 

she didn't hold her liquor so well, and it really didn't take much to 

get her going. 

Watching boxing on television in the living room, I was shocked when she

came in to say goodbye. She had on a new black dress which I found to 

be skimpy, tight around her ass and revealing more than half of her 

supple breasts, which seemed to pour out of the top. She was wearing 

lipstick, something she virtually never did, and actually had a pair of 

high heels in her hand as she walked across the room to me. 

"Oh, wow. What's... you're really dressed up tonight, eh?" I asked,

stumbling just a bit. 

"Well, some of the other girls said they'd be dressing up, so I figured

I might as well. I bought the dress earlier today. Do you like it?" 

"Umm, well, it's really revealing. I like it, but... I don't know? I

mean, I like it. You look good in it. Wow." I really would have 

preferred she change the dress. She looked too good in it to be going 

out for drinks without me. 

She smiled and leaned in to kiss me just lightly on the cheek. "I'll be

back later. Bye hunny." 

"Bye." I said meekly as she strutted to the door, her ass swaying as she

did. As I heard the door close behind her, I got up to watch from the 

window as she made her way to her car. She looked absolutely stunning, 

and I wondered to myself just what it was that really made her dress up 

that way.