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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

there?" "I fell asleep on the couch after the baseball game ended. I woke up when I heard Mr. Madison's limousine pull up in front of the house." My wife nervously asked, "Did you hear our conversation on the front steps?" I nodded. "Yes." "All of it?" "I think so." Jennifer stared at the floor. She was obviously trying to think of something to say. Suddenly she realized that her breasts were exposed. She instinctively tried to cover them with her hands. I said, "I am your husband, I think it's all right for me to see them." Grasping the significance of what she'd just done, Jennifer started to cry. After a moment she looked at me with tear filled eyes and said, "Dusty I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I've always hoped that you'd never find out." I patted the spot on the couch next to me. "Why don't you come over here and sit down." "Would you mind if I put myself back together first." Jennifer glanced down at her exposed breasts. "I'm feeling a little uncomfortable about this right now." I nodded. "Go ahead." Jennifer pulled the front of her dress up and stuffed her breasts back inside. After she was done she walked over to the couch and nervously sat down next to me. As soon as she was seated she said, "I guess you know don't you." "I think so. Did the two of you do it tonight?" Considering my wife's appearance I suppose that it was a stupid question, but I still had to ask. Jennifer nodded. "Yes." "Where?" "In his limousine. We were parked along Lake Michigan." ... "Couldn't his chauffeur see you?" Again I suppose it was a stupid question, but in this situation strange things occur to a person. "No, Kendall has a privacy curtain." "Did you let him fuck you?" "Yes." "How many times?" "Just twice." "Just twice? What does that mean? Does he sometimes do it more?" As soon as she recognized the implications of how she'd worded her answer Jennifer bit her lower lip and buried her face in her hands. After a moment she quietly said, "Dusty please don't do this." I shook my head. "I have to know." She looked up. "All right. Sometimes Kendall can do it three or four times in an evening." I was silent. I needed a moment to absorb that information. Finally I asked, "How long have you been having an affair with him?" "It started about a month before I became his administrative assistant." "That was over a year ago." "Dusty, I'm so sorry." For a minute we just sat together, both of us staring at the floor. Finally Jennifer said, "Please Dusty, you have to understand. With Kendall it's just sex. I don't love him. I only love you. He's a wonderful lover and his dominant personality excites me, but you're the only man I want to be with for the rest of my life." "That's not what you said to him on the steps tonight." "What do you mean?" You offered to leave me so you could marry him." Frantically shaking her head, Jennifer said, "No! No! That's not at all what I meant when I said that. I was just trying to point out to Kendall that even if I did leave you ...