Mark, of course, knew my reputation (everybody at the college did) and didn't really mind, but something happened to me. Without paying attention I st...pped fucking around (well, almost... ) and started dating Mark exclusively. Oh, well, I still felt I need the variety so when the itch became bad, about once a month; I called one or two of the guys on my list and had a night of fun. But, for the first time in my life I wanted discretion and asked the guys not to spread the word.We were together. Afterwards, he just has to deal with it, the painful anxious reality that his sweet beautiful wife has been fucking another man.And then they have that tearful emotional talk that every cuckold is intimately familiar with, where she slowly, shyly confesses to him what’s been going on, for how long, that she didn’t mean to hurt him, and that she still loves him. She doesn’t tell him everything right away. Instead it comes out in slow drips and dribbles. She’s not sure how much he already. She looked radiant at that moment, her hair blonde, with only the edges a faded pink from the last time she had dyed it. Dressed causally in jeans and a tee shirt, she squatted down, her fingers held out to me, smiling softly. "Here kitty, kitty."My transformation was complete. Padding up to her on hands and knees, I sniffed her fingers, forgetting for the moment that I was naked, and then rubbed my cheek against the back of her hand, purring softly. Her giggle was as nervous as mine would have. We finished and I stood near the window, observing the sea, while she cleared the table.Payal came and stood beside me. We kept silent. Her hand brushed mine. It was an indication. I looked at her. She smiled and looked down. I lifted her chin, looked in her eyes and planted a kiss on her lips.This is what she was waiting for and she literally pounced on me. We kissed like lovers, hugging tight and my hands running on her back. She ran her fingers through my hair and I kissed her neck and.