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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

realized that Kendall had walked my wife to the front door and now he was kissing her goodnight. Several seconds passed. It was a long kiss. Finally I heard his voice. "I wish I could come inside." "I wish you could too, but we both know that you can't. If Dusty were to wake up and catch us together he would be devastated. You know how much I love him. I'll never do anything that might jeopardize our marriage." Kendall sighed. "I find it ironic that as wealthy as I am, I'll always have to play second fiddle to a bookstore clerk." Jennifer snickered. "What are you talking about? You know very well that even if I did leave Dusty you'd never agree to marry me." "Yes that is true, but you would make a wonderful concubine." "A concubine?" "Yes, all the great kings of Europe had them. They were women they loved, but would never marry." Jennifer laughed. "Are you comparing yourself to the great kings of Europe?" "No I'm comparing you to the great concubines of Europe." There was more silence. I could tell that Kendall was kissing my wife again. After a moment Jennifer breathlessly said, "Can you imagine how wonderful it would be if I lived with you as your concubine and Dusty lived with us as our slave." "I can't imagine that he would ever agree to that." "Yes, I know, but it' still a wonderful fantasy." "Yes it is." There was silence again. Finally Jennifer said, "It's late. I'd better go inside and you'd better go home. I'll see you in the morning." "Yes you will. Goodnight ... Jennifer." "Goodnight Kendall." Jennifer stepped into the house and closed the front door behind her. For a moment she stood still and listened while Kendall walked back to his limousine. I heard the car door close. The engine started, the headlights came on and then Rolls Royce pulled away from the curb and sped down the street. My wife walked into the dining room. The interior of the house was dark. As she crossed the living room she didn't see me sitting on the couch. When she passed me I noticed that in addition to her purse and sweater, she was carrying several other articles of clothing. As soon as she entered the dining room Jennifer turned on the light. She had her back to me so she still didn't know that I was less than twelve feet away from her. She set her purse and the clothing she was carrying on the dining room table. Her brassiere, nylon stockings and panties were all piled next to her sweater. When my wife turned around I was surprised. She was normally very fastidious about her appearance, but now her hair was disheveled, her makeup was smeared and most shocking of all, the top of her dress had been pulled down and her large breasts were freely hanging out in front of her. They must have been fully exposed the entire time she was talking to Kendall on our front steps. Jennifer looked into the living room and saw me sitting on the couch. She gasped. After a moment she nervously said, "Dusty I didn't realize that you were still up. How long have you been sitting ...