Here’s an update from UK cuck Hornwearer.
Notes from a hot place
There have been further developments regarding the wild and passionate affair in which my unfaithful wife has been indulging for the last nine or ten months.
I shall update you on these in a moment. But first, thank you to those who posted comments on my blog of March 20th, ‘How far will it go?’. Very interesting reading they make too, especially as they span the whole range of responses from guys who crave the agonising raptures of lust that I am put through, to those who are not sure whether they would like things to go this far, and those who are certain that they wouldn’t. I am particularly touched by the reflective qualms expressed by the gentleman from Ohio. It seems that you are almost indignant on my behalf. Your heartfelt pity for me in the way I have been humiliated is genuinely appreciated. It is also a spine-tingling thrill for me. But don’t condemn my wife too harshly. Yes, she lied to me during the build-up of her secret affair. But I would ask you to consider a couple of salient factors.
Firstly, over the course of our lengthy and adventurous marriage she has often surprised me with revelations of fucks and frolics of which I had had no prior inkling. She knows how excited I become when I learn of something I did not know about. And in order to spring such exquisite surprises, it will sometimes have been necessary for her to lie to me. So some judicious deception has long been an occasional element of the game.
Secondly, my wife is by no means stupid. From the moment that I told her I thought she was having an affair, she would have known that she had been rumbled. Her denials were lies that she knew would not be believed. In which case they’re hardly lies at all.
In any event, the ‘deception’ phase of the operation is now long gone. On the contrary, I am awash with information; all of which is of the most feverishly arousing character. For a start off, I am now aware of the identity of her lover - although I still have not met him and perhaps never shall. The history of how this affair came to fruition is in itself something of a tale. Here is the chain of events.
I have touched upon the fact in previous blogs that my wife is a very successful career professional. For many years she has held senior management roles in the sales environment. Consequently I found it a little curious when, just over a year ago, she moved to a new company and took up an appointment as PA to the managing director. Her explanation was that she had had enough of being at the sharp end and that she had been offered a thumping salary on account of how the knowledge and experience she had gained in the field would be invaluable in her supportive role. She also added that she had struck up an instant rapport with her new employer during her interview for the post and that she believed that this was the sort of person whom it would be a pleasure to work for.
Should I have been suspicious at this point? I don’t know. These were perfectly legitimate reasons for accepting the job. And, in any case, I had somehow taken the impression that her new boss was a woman. Maybe it’s because the name she mentioned is one of those of the ‘unisex’ variety, like Tracy or Hilary. One way or another, when I asked some casual question about her job and referred to the boss as “she”, my wife didn’t correct me. (Lying by proxy, some might say.)
The truth of the matter has only been revealed to me quite recently. She met this guy at a sales conference which spanned various commercial sectors. He owns and runs a fairly sizeable civil engineering company. Apparently they didn’t fuck but they had been getting on famously over evening drinks. He took her phone number and within a week he had called her and asked her to come to his offices to discuss a business proposal. Clearly he was smitten. (Can’t say I’m surprised.) And equally clearly, the feeling was mutual. He offered her double her existing salary (which, let me tell you, was by no means inconsiderable) if she would come and work as his PA. She accepted instantly.
I now know quite a lot about this man. As well as being a handsome devil and suave with it, he is the ultimate ‘great boss’. His employees love him to death, he socialises with everyone in the company and, in particular, he’s very much one of the lads with the sales force.
He fucks my wife every day. Every weekday, anyway. Quite frequently he makes sales trips abroad and she always accompanies him, providing and receiving extra portions, no doubt, during these travels.
Whilst he has prohibited her from having any intimate sexual contact with me, it seems he is not averse to her consorting with others. If the sales team are out having a few drinks to celebrate a big order, they invariably retire back to the office after the pub and he shares her out amongst the sales rep’s as a reward. Once, quite recently, the company took part in a challenge darts match against one of their suppliers. The suppliers won and my wife was the prize. Apparently she was taken over the bar by five guys, none of whom she’d ever met before that night!
There have also been occasions when he has held a meeting with a top level counterpart and my wife has been offered as a sweetener to clinch the deal. A couple of weeks ago she was kind enough to tell me in some detail about a chat she had overheard in a restaurant between her boss and a big potential customer. The two men had been discussing a major contract over dinner, accompanied of course by my wife. After a trip to the ladies, she had just about got back to the table when a snippet of conversation stopped her in her tracks and prompted her to loiter behind a pillar and listen. Her boss was saying to his dinner guest: “She’s got big fat suckable nipples, a perfect arse and the juiciest, sweetest-tasting cunt I’ve ever known. She sucks like nobody’s business, she fucks like a bitch on heat and she usually finishes you off with a full swallow. If you just sign that contract I’ll make a tactful exit and you can ride her all night if you want to.” I understand the contract was signed and everyone duly kept their part of the bargain.
My earlier inferences that my wife and her lover are emotionally close may have been a slight misinterpretation. They certainly like one another a great deal, but what I originally took for shared personal interests I have come to see in a different light now that I know they work together. I’m pretty certain that they are almost entirely focused on business and sex (though not necessarily in that order).
Now that I know who this man is I have made some discreet inquiries about him. It seems he is happily married with three young children and is highly regarded in his local community. Even people who know his reputation for having a roving eye say that he is nevertheless devoted to his wife. It is thought that his wife knows of his infidelities, or at least some of them, but that she is content to turn a blind eye. I don’t wish to impugn that lady’s motives for being so tolerant, but her husband is, after all, fabulously wealthy. And all of that wealth is self-made, a fact of which my wife never tires of reminding me. (I once had a business of my own which was moderately successful but, ultimately, it failed and I have effectively been kept by my wife ever since.)
She loves to regale me with these contrasts. Her lover is rich, whereas I am not. He is successful, and I am a failure. He is formidable between the sheets, whereas I have always been something of a disappointment. (She says that, despite all the men she has been with over the years, she now realises that she didn’t know what a real orgasm was until she went to bed with this guy!) He is hung like a horse, and, by comparison, I am hung like a puppy dog. Extremely humiliating, of course. But, let’s be honest, I love to hear it.
Now that I am in possession of all these details, one of them in particular turns frequently around in my mind. This man saw my wife, wanted her, and offered her an exceptionally large amount of money to secure her services. Truly, he has made my wife his whore.
Submitted by: Hornwearer - Hertfordshire, UK
Read Hornwearers first blog ‘How it all began’ here
Read the 2nd blog ‘How far will it go’ here
