Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Cheating, BDSM, Rough, Humiliation,
Desc: Sex Story: Part 1 - Hildy is told her husband has cheated on her and decides she has to show him how his betrayal hurts. But did he cheat?
Our troubles started at the wedding reception, but I didn't know it then.
My wife Hildy and I were in the wedding party and we both had a whole lot too much Champaign. So as mad as she was, she knew she was polluted and kept it inside before she said something she didn't really mean. That turned out to be a very bad thing, because she slept on it. And she woke up with a hell of a hangover; the kind that clouds your mind, keeps you from thinking clearly though you don't recognize it.
The wedding was Bob and Beverly's. They were the second pair of our college clique to get married, Hildy and I being the first. We had been married two years ago, the June we graduated, and now Bob and Beverly were joining us with a June wedding.
In college there were a couple dozen of us hanging together, boys and girls. Over the years it was just natural for the group to split up into couples. Some of the gang had wandered away, moved for a job, got interested in other things; but there were still eleven of us left that partied together. Sometimes we even took our vacations together.
The eleventh, the odd man out so to speak, was Jonas. Jonas was a big, loud-mouthed guy with a wicked and really offbeat sense of humor. Jonas didn't cause my trouble, but he nurtured it. He profited from it, but god damn it I saw to it that he eventually shared the pain.
Long term, I like to think his share of pain was far greater than ours. Some might say he got off easy, but what he lost went to his whole way of life.
At the wedding reception a bunch of the women were whooping it up in the ladies room. Which is something I've never understood, having a major gab session in the john. But my buddies sure were. We could hear them over the band.
Anyway, one of the gals mentioned that the bachelor party the night before had gotten out of hand. She'd heard a woman had been hired to be the entertainment, and had been very entertaining indeed. According to her, the groom had held out, refusing to trade juices with her, so to speak. But she claimed the rest at the party hadn't been so careful. Since I was one of the ushers I was at the party, would have been there in any case, these were my best friends. My wife's math is too good to miss the implication that I had sampled the woman's favors.
Now the story had some truth to it. There was a woman there and she tried her damndest to get the groom into the sack. Bob had to fight her off to keep from getting a blowjob. I understood there was a bonus in it for her if she did. She was a whole lot more successful with the rest of the party and she was "tipped" pretty heavily by the guys she serviced. Not every one else took her up on her offer. Me, I stayed in the background and managed not even to be solicited. There were several others too, but all the empty liquor bottles obscured our vision and I couldn't tell you who had and hadn't accepted, except for the groom and myself. I was positive about those two.
Hildy quietly asked around and those who had been at the bachelor party confirmed the woman's presence, and her activities. No one could tell her I had succumbed, but then none of them were willing to confirm that I had stayed celibate, either. As I said, I stayed in the background and I doubt if any of them really knew.
If she had been sober I like to believe she wouldn't have let her personal insecurity fuel jealousy and an almost blind rage.
Except for Jonas.
Jonas got very drunk at the reception, and for some reason his twisted sense of humor thought it would be fun to get the old married couple to fight at the wedding. He told her he was pretty sure I was one of those that went into the back bedroom with the woman. He planned to yell April Fool before the fight got out of hand. Except he was disappointed.
Hildy didn't blow up at the party. She kept it inside and brooded and stewed about it all night long. I like to think that if she had been sober she wouldn't have allowed her own personal insecurities to fuel a blind jealousy and towering rage. But it did; the worst kind, cold, silent and unthinking. Instead of taking the issue openly to me she was thinking up ways to get even the next morning while she nursed her Champaign hangover and brooded over my supposed infidelity as her head burst and her stomach heaved.
Sometime about mid-afternoon the next day I had finally almost returned to the living. Enough anyway to recognize Hildy's remoteness. She was always one of the most effervescent women I had ever met, and to see her quiet, sitting in a corner staring at me was unnatural, and kind of unnerving. I jumped to the immediate conclusion that she wasn't feeling well.
When I asked her what was wrong she just told me to wait, that we would talk about it later. I think she wanted to get me worried after my lapse from my marriage vows. She expected my conscience to really start bugging me.
As I had done nothing wrong, my conscience was very quiet. Since Hildy, accepting the rumor and Jonas' verification as proven truth she jumped to the conclusion I found nothing upsetting about my supposed infidelities. Which got her thinking and she made the conclusion my conscience wasn't bothering me because I was used to such activities. It never occurred to her that her informants were wrong.
The first time I knew something was seriously wrong was as we were about to go to bed. Hildy told me to choose which bed to sleep in, the one in the master bedroom or the one in the guest room. They were both made up, she informed me.
Not being aware of any problems, I jumped to the conclusion she wanted to have some kind of kinky party. As tired as I was this didn't really excite me, but I was willing to try. After all, she had always been a good sport when I asked her to scratch my itch so it was only fair I fulfill my husbandly duties. I ogled her frame, and asked which one she wanted us to use. She shocked me when she chose the Master bedroom, then put my pajamas in the guestroom and told me I could use the bathroom in the hall in the morning.
There I stood with my jaw hanging down as she marched into our bedroom to pick up a shopping bag with my things in it, stood in the door to the guest bedroom and tossed it onto the bed. Then my bride, the woman I was willing to die for, stormed into our bedroom, slammed the door and I heard the click as she locked the door.
No amount of pleading or cajoling brought more than a promise to talk in the morning, which was a Sunday. I had never seen her behave like this. After thinking it over I decided I had better find out what was going on before I broke the door down. I wasn't exactly sure she hadn't gone completely over the bend, but she seemed in no danger of harming herself, so I decided to wait for morning.
I had a very bad nights sleep and from the looks of Hildy the next morning, she had enjoyed the same. Still, I held my tongue and kept the peace, or what there was of it. After a very tense breakfast and cleaning up we sat down at the kitchen table to talk.
After a short silence, with Hildy unwilling to meet my eyes, she told me she knew about my philandering, I hurt my cause badly by snorting in disbelief and making some kind of little joke. She blew up in my face.
When I finally understood she was actually accusing me of fooling around I denied it of course. After all, I was innocent. We had kept no secrets from one another in marriage but now she was convinced I was lying to her, perhaps had been for the entire marriage. It took me some time, but finally I understood she would not take my word for it being daytime, unless she could see the sun and had a witness to verify it.
Things got hot and heavy about then. I was pissed that she refused to take me at my word. She was getting more and more upset that I thought her such a fool that stonewalling would get me out of the soup. Finally she told me the only way she could see to keep us together was to show me how she was feeling after my poking around on her.
After warning her not to do anything foolish, I took a lot of deep breaths and calmed myself down. Recognizing our yelling at one another wasn't accomplishing anything I went outside and busied myself with yard chores the rest of the day. When I came in for lunch I found sandwiches on the table, and the same thing at suppertime. I could hear Hildy busy in the house, but she never came into a room I was for the rest of the day.
Before I went back to the guestroom that night, I tried talking through our bedroom door again. The only way I knew she was in there was that I heard her quietly crying. She never said a word.
Finally giving up, I had my Sunday evening snack in front of the TV, then went to bed early as I was feeling unusually tired. Only natural with the little sleep I'd had the night before, then working very hard in the yard all day long. Particularly as upset as I was with the chasm opening between Hildy and myself. I soon fell into a dreamless sleep.
- - - - - -
When I woke up it was very strange, my body felt stiff and didn't want to respond to my signals. My arms and legs didn't seem to want to function. And it was so dark I couldn't see. As I began coming awake it felt as if my mouth was full of cotton and was very dry. When I felt my legs cramping up, I tried to move them again and couldn't and started to panic.
As I began hyperventilating and started thrashing around, I heard Hildy say, "Well, it took you long enough to wake up. Welcome to the world." Then she took the blindfold off me. I saw I was in the guest bedroom, but now I was fastened to the four corners of a table. I was nude, and the table was propped against the wall underneath the high window. She had sawed the legs off our six-foot long coffee table, then drilled holes through the tabletop. I was tied with my own neckties, at the ankles and just above the knee on both legs, and at the wrist and above the elbow for my arms. It was impossible for me to even throw my body from side to side, which might have helped break me free. The bed was stripped, except for a fitted bottom sheet, and a pile of pillows.
Hildy was standing in front of me, wearing the peignoir I bought her for her last Valentines Day. It wasn't quite see through, but a woman wearing it had no secrets. For instance, I knew at a glance that she wasn't wearing a bra or panties. Her hair was piled high on her head, just like I told her I found most attractive. She had carefully applied her make-up.
She looked stunning.
"Husband, I told you the only way I could get through this was to show you how I feel when I think of you with that dirty whore."
When I tried denying I had been with another woman, I found why my mouth felt like it was full of cotton. It was. Hildy had stuffed my mouth with one of my t-shirts. The way she was behaving, I wasn't sure it was even a clean one. It was at that point I began wondering if she had gone completely over the bend.
"I see you found out you can't talk your way out of this one. Well husband, I wondered who I could get to help me show you how it feels, and decided it would be best to ask one of your friends to help me. Jonas seems a little uneasy with this, and today he says he isn't sure you were fucking that whore, but when the truth and liquor were in him, he told me you were. Anyway, he agreed to help me."
Hildy stalked out of the room, and I heard the high heels of her slippers clip-clip down the hall. She returned in a moment with Jonas behind her. He had one of the biggest shit eating grins on his face I ever saw. It was then that I remembered he had always had a thing for Hildy.
"Hey, old buddy," he said, "I'm sorry about this, but for Hildy's sake I figure it would be best if a friend helped her out." Here he put an arm around her and gave her a squeeze, as the two of them stood side by side looking me over.
Hildy glowered as she snuggled up under his arm. My angry wife put an arm around Jonas waist, which caused the peignoir to open slightly, which made me see she had neglected to put on the gown that matched the peignoir. When she turned slightly and reached her mouth up to kiss him, the peignoir slipped further, and one delectable breast was bared to view.
But not for long...
As the kiss heated up, and I could plainly see their mouths working together as their tongues dueled, Jonas hand came up to cup that bared breast. I shut my eyes as he began kneading and stroking my wife's tit.
I was making little indiscernible noises as I tried screaming at them to stop. I doubt they could hear even a whimper from where they stood across the room. When I opened my eyes again the peignoir was on the floor and Hildy was unbuttoning her new lover's shirt. That was when I began to cry. Before now I didn't think Hildy had ever had another lover. I always considered any lovers before me unimportant anyway, but I was positive she had never had one after she met me. When our eyes had met that first time, a bond was made and neither of us had the urge to stray from the other after that.
How could she believe that I had done so now?
As she knelt at his feet to draw down his slacks and jockey shorts I began trying to break out of my bonds. For a moment I thought I had almost freed one leg, but the tie had only slipped a little, not enough to do any good, probably just made the knot tighter. As I continued to yank and pull I discovered the ties would slip because of my efforts but they had broken the skin and blood was soaking the bands around my ankles and wrists.
Through a red haze I watched my woman turn Jonas so that he was sidewise to me. She looked down at his meat and exclaimed, "Oh, Jonas, what a very, very large cock! It looks so good! Can I taste it?" It was the biggest cock I had ever seen.
Jonas stuttered slightly as he looked at me out of the corner of his eye, "O-o-of course. It would feel so good between your lips."
Then turning her head so that she could see my face from where she knelt, she pulled his very large cock down to her lips. While looking into my eyes, she slowly sucked his length into her mouth. Crying soundlessly I watched as she worked and worked to pull his entire impressive length into her mouth. Cocksucking was one thing she told me she did not enjoy, and after the first time I had never asked her to do it again. I watched helplessly, tears streaming down my face, screaming soundlessly into my own T-shirt, my blood starting to seep down my wrists, as she taught herself to deep throat another man's cock. All the while, my Hildy was looking deeply into my eyes. It was not a look of love.
When the long shaft suddenly disappeared between her lips I saw her throat bulge and her eyes bulge at the same moment. Jonas' hands came down to hold her face nailed hard against his groin. I was watching and understood what I was seeing when the fingers with which she was caressing his balls tightened, but not too much, and the added stimulus toppled Jonas over the edge. His hips began pumping as he emptied his sperm down my Hildy's throat and into her stomach.
When he was drained, he stumbled back slightly and the long, long cock popped from between her lips as he let go of her head. Hildy coughed and fell back on her heels, gasping for breath. But she never lost eye contact with me as her tongue came out to clean the long shaft of her saliva. No semen was visible; it had all been deposited directly down her throat.
I watched as Jonas reached down and caught his new lover, the woman I had thought loved me, under her arms, picked her up and laid her gently on the bed before me. But when he lay down next to her and began playing with her body, I closed my eyes.
When I heard her scream, my eyes popped open again. I saw Hildy was on her back, with her knees draped over Jonas' shoulders and his face was buried in her cleft. Her hands were buried in his hair as she strained to pull his head into her treasure. Her face distorted as she screamed, then screamed again in the throes of ecstasy as she endured wave after wave of orgasm.
I sobbed into my gag. For the next hours my life was in danger. True danger, as my sobs and tears flooded my sinus. Not being able to breathe through my mouth, I almost suffocated. The action on the bed continued, but it was a haze to me. Hildy was now lost in her sexual bliss, and no longer thought to keep her eyes on me.
No details of the next several hours remain with me, but kaleidoscopic pictures swarmed into my mind at the most inopportune times for months afterwards. It was almost a year before my wife discovered how close she had come to losing me physically. I know I blacked out several times, only to reawaken with the struggle to breathe. Then all I saw were my wife and her lover, my former friend, in another attitude of sexual congress.
As I slipped back into consciousness after I don't know how many times, I saw the two of them sleeping in one another's arms. To my relief, I was now dehydrated and my tears had almost dried up. With my sinus clearing breathing became less of a conscious chore. I slowly recovered full awareness as I watched Jonas' hand negligently stroking and playing with my sleeping wife's body. Her groin was dripping with their combined secretions, and her nether lips were a bright red. His cock was a shriveled mess of disgusting juices, and looked like it had been sanded.
As I watched, Hildy slowly came awake. I saw her confusion as she opened her eyes to a strange room, and her sudden panic when she didn't recognize the man beside her; the man whose hand at that moment was pulling on her pubic hair. Then realization returned, and I saw first disgust, then anger and lastly confusion cross her face.
Finally she turned her head to see me, still bound securely to the tabletop. My eyes were still leaking tears, now only a trickle. Grimacing, she stared at me. I was relieved to see the hatred was gone, now replaced by a deep sadness and determination.
Gathering herself, she sat up, still looking at me, then turned her head to bury her face in the disgusting mess that was Jonas' groin. Her even coming near the slime surprised me, it was something I would never have allowed her to do for me. But she sucked his shriveled manhood into her mouth and tried to suck it back erect. It was obviously a lost cause, but she gave it a valiant effort. Jonas had to forcibly pull her face out of his lap. The poor little worm she left behind looked sorrier than before she began her attempted resurrection.
Finally, she slid off the bed, itself a disgusting mess, and taking Jonas hand lead him out of the room. In a moment I heard the shower running. I waited, having no choice bound to the table as I was, until they returned now looking freshly scrubbed but still barely rejuvenated.
Hildy had slipped on her regular robe, for which I was thankful. Her body was covered with hickeys and had some bruises. It was something I didn't want to face.
With Jonas watching as he slowly began dressing, Hildy walked over and stood in front of me, surveying my naked, bound body.
"Ooh, the little bitsy thing looks lonely!" she cooed as she knelt in front of me. Pulling my cock from where it was nestled in my curls, she played with it a moment and then popped her mouth around it. She sucked hard but could not bring it to life. I had never felt less like sex in my life.
Finally giving up, she stood up, looked me in the eyes and said, "Well, it's just as well, dearest. I was only going to get him good and stiff before letting him enjoy the air."
Looking at the clock on the dresser, now showing it was after 4:00AM, she began fumbling at the ties to release me. When she began this, Jonas began to hurry his dressing, looking concerned.
It took her a moment, maybe longer to realize the reason she couldn't get the knots undone was not just that I had jammed them tight with my struggles. I certainly had done that. But my blood had soaked the ties and when it dried, glued them together. Suddenly looking chagrined and worried, she hurried out and returned with a pair of scissors.
She knelt down and tried to slip the small end of the scissors under a tie, but my flesh had swollen around the ties and it was impossible. My wrists were fully numb by now and I couldn't feel her efforts, which was good for she had already further torn my swollen flesh with scissors.
She ran out, returning swiftly with my pocketknife. Opening the small blade, she was able to carefully work it under the tie and began slowly to cut off my bonds. She only cut me a little bit as she was doing so, and winced every time she saw new blood flowing. Without noticing her winces I wouldn't have been aware of the cuts. My feet and hands were completely numb and I was idly wondering if I might have permanent trouble after the long restriction of blood to them. It occurred to me that I could lose a hand or foot. As numb as I was both physically and mentally, the possibility didn't seem to matter much.
Hildy finally cut my legs free, then my arms before working the T-shirt out of my mouth. It had been soaking up my saliva for the past how many hours and swollen such that she couldn't just pull it out, she had to slice it into pieces first. I gave a great gasp, as I was finally able to fill my lungs with air. She tried to help me stand but when I could get enough air, I was too light headed to control my limbs. They weren't ready to work yet anyway after the long period of immobility; I collapsed on the floor.
She told me later, I screamed when I put my feet on the floor but I didn't know it. When I was aware again of what was happening around me, Hildy was kneeling over me, crying and trying to help me up.
I pushed her away, almost screaming at using my arms. In a few minutes the pain and lightheadedness subsided and I staggered to my feet.
Jonas was just tying his shoes and looking very worried while also very satisfied when I walked over to face him.
"Jonas, I've figured out some of your part in this, other than your participation in Hildy's bacchanalia. I am sure somehow you thought that this was a great joke to play on me. At least to begin with," I ground out through the hoarseness my attempted screaming had left me with.
Here I lowered my voice almost to a coarse whisper, "If I ever so much as see you again, Jonas, I will put you in the hospital. I will put you in the hospital every time I see you. You may take that as a solemn promise."
I paused, and then continued; "I won't say anything about you and Hildy. That's between the two of you, now." When I said that, Hildy's breath caught in her throat. "But it doesn't matter, I will put you in the hospital any time I see you. If I see you near Hildy, it will just be a longer stay in the hospital. Now get out of my house. Don't ever let me see you again."
"Hey, bro! You don't mean that! Come on, I did this for Hildy and you. Now you two can get past your screwing around," he whined.
"You know better than that, Jonas. Now get out."
Jonas was a big man, but he never questioned my intent and ability to harm him. Without another word he turned and walked out the door. That was the last time I laid eyes on him.
Hildy turned to me after he left, "Now we have to talk, I think I can get beyond what you did now."
Without a word I began dressing, staggering about as I took care not to touch the badly fouled bed. Picking my wallet and keys up off the dresser where I had left them when I went to bed the night before, I checked to see how much money I was carrying. Then I limped and staggered to the front door with Hildy right behind me.
Getting to the door, I picked up my coat and turned to her while working it painfully over my arms, "Hildy, I am very glad you can now live with me doing something I never did."
After a moment, Hildy whispered, "What?"
"I told you, Hildy, that I did not cheat on you. I didn't lie to you."
Her eyes got huge and she gasped, "But, but I heard..."
"A marriage is built on trust, Hildy, and you took a drunken rumor being passed around to titillate the guests at a party as the truth instead of what I was telling you. I don't know how many men went with that woman at the bachelor party. I'm only sure that Bob never did and that I never did. Some did, I have no idea how many or who."
With my coat finally on I looked her in the eye, carefully not touching her. She was starting to cry now. "The only one who cheated on our marriage was you, Hildy. All night long, being sure I was watching. I can almost understand why you did it. I can't forgive you for that, not now. And I can't forgive you for adamantly refusing to believe I was telling you the truth. You weren't even willing to listen to me. Maybe I can get by this sometime in the future. I don't know. I have to think, and this house is not the place for me to have a rational thought at the moment."
I looked around the living room, then stared down the hall, "I think you can understand why."
Just before I shut the door on my way out, I told her, "Hildy, I'll stay at a motel tonight. Tomorrow I'll have to decide what I am going to do for the next few days. I may want to save this marriage, but it will take some time. I have to think. We had so much going for us, or I thought we did." Then I left, wincing with pain at every step I took.
The next Saturday I moved back home, but put my things into the third bedroom when I did so. To my surprise, Hildy was walking a little gingerly. It was a long time before I asked her why and I'm ashamed of myself for being so unfeeling. She told me Jonas had been so rough in his sex making, and so large that he had damaged her. She had gone to her doctor for treatment.
For the next several weeks the only words I said to my wife were those necessary to operate the house. She still talked to me, I just didn't answer. Not usually, anyway. When she asked, finally, when we could make love again I told her I was trying to forget her telling Jonas how much better a lover he was then me. And until I could get some of the images of her and Jonas out of my head, it wouldn't be possible.
She began dressing while around the house to show off her figure, and was successful. She was trying to interest me but every time I looked at her sexy body and got hard a picture of she and Jonas together flashed through my head and my soldier went back to sleep.
Eventually I was able to accept she still cared for me. After all, it wasn't easy living with me under those conditions. It was a full six months before we were talking to one another normally. And another several months before I could bring myself to cuddle with her on the couch. That of course led not soon after to our coupling on that same couch.
Before I moved back Hildy had friends help her take the furniture in that bedroom down to Goodwill. I didn't have to look at it again. My reaction to that bed was no worse than Hildy's after she understood what had happened; what she had done, how she had misunderstood.
For a while we used the room as storage; neither one of us could face sleeping in it. Eventually we put some exercise equipment there, and called it the gym. Both of us carefully stayed away from any innuendo on the name, in fact we never mentioned the room at all unless necessary.
Hildy and I are still together, and I'm sure our marriage has re-righted itself. It certainly isn't the same. We both are aware of dark places in our souls we had never known before. Hildy can hardly believe she was capable of the bitterness and vengefulness she had turned on me.
For me, as much as I loved and do still love her, I don't understand how I could have held on to my anger so long. We are talking of having a kid pretty soon and are both looking forward to it. We'll probably sell this house and move to another area before we do. There are some really bad memories here and we may need to use all the rooms if we have as many kids as we are talking about. There is no question that I would not allow my son, even worse my daughter, to use the gymnasium.
One of our friends took me aside over a year later to tell me Jonas had called him asking to know if I still was holding a grudge; asking him to feel me out. It took just a minute for me to think it over. I asked him to tell Jonas I couldn't tell what my reaction would be if I saw him again but it wouldn't be in our best interests to find out. I don't expect to hear from Jonas again.
Hildy told me a couple of weeks ago when we were both feeling mellow that the thing you hear about a man's size on the internet is a bunch of crap. Jonas was big, but he was really a poor lover. His size only contributed to the pain she felt with his rough handling.
All the things she had said while using him had been aimed at spurring him on and teaching me how she felt when she had supposed I had been untrue. Of course, once she understood I had never cheated on her, she knew only too well how I felt while bound to that table. She loved me even more for accepting what had happened. After what she had put me through, and I had stayed, she knew no one could ever love a woman more than I did her. It is good being able to talk about what happened.