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Concubine, a story of a submissive husband, his dominant wife and her wealthy lover

Date: 10/13/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: goodhusband, Rating: 21, Source: LushStories

enchanted." I immediately regretted the comment. It may have been true, but it was still inappropriate for the situation. Jennifer stared at me. After a moment she smiled. "Dusty, I'm glad you feel that way. It shows me that you're maintaining an open mind about the demands of my job." She walked over, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me passionately on the lips. After a moment she whispered into my ear, "Dusty you do know that I will always love you don't you?" I quietly answered, "Yes Ms. Watson, I do." Jennifer glanced at the clock on her makeup table. My eyes followed hers. It was two minutes to seven. "Dusty we'd better move into the living room so we can watch for Kendall's limousine. I don't want to keep him waiting." I nodded in agreement. Jennifer grabbed a small black satin clutch purse and hurried out of the bedroom. I picked up a light sweater from her closet and followed her. It was June, but the night breezes from Lake Michigan could be chilly. I didn't want my wife to get cold. As I walked into the living room Jennifer said, "There he is now. Dusty I have to run." I rushed over to my wife and handed her the sweater. "This is just so you won't get chilly on the way home." Jennifer smiled at me. "Thank you Dusty, you're a wonderful help." She gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "Don't wait up for me. You know how these business dinners are, I'll probably be quite late." I watched through the front window. Kendall was waiting on the curb next to his Rolls ... Royce. As soon as my wife walked up to him he gave her a peck on the cheek and then he opened the door for her. Jennifer got into the limousine and Kendall slid in next to her. Kendall's chauffeur closed the door behind him, walked around the car and got into the driver's seat. The rear windows of the limousine were slightly tinted, so it was hard to be positive, but as they drove away I think I saw Kendall put his arms around my wife and give her a passionate kiss on the lips. I sat down on the living room sofa and took a deep breath. I was quite certain that my wife was having an affair with her boss. The circumstantial evidence was overwhelming. I know I should have been angry, but I wasn't. I was worried, a little jealous and afraid. Strangely, I was also excited by the idea. Over the past year I had become increasingly comfortable in the submissive role I was taking in my relationship with my wife. The thought of Jennifer having an affair with another man didn't make me angry because I now viewed it as one of her rights as the dominant partner in our marriage. Also, I loved my wife. I realized that while she enjoyed what I could do with my tongue, she had to long for the pleasure that only a strong virile man like Kendall Madison could give her. I didn't want to deny her that pleasure. I was afraid that Jennifer might leave me for Kendall. He was handsome, exciting and wealthy. I worried that even though Jennifer might still care about me, the possibility of becoming Mrs. ...