" My jaw dropped and tears threatened to spill from my eyes as you told me 'what now'. I felt my lower lip trembling, fear and hurt welling up in me w...th such a strength, I can't help but let the tears fall."Master, but why? I thought you wanted me. I... I want you, Master." I looked down at the floor, and with a trembling hand, I wiped at my tear-filled eyes and then looked back up at you. I couldn't look at my husband, not yet."I have taken on another slave, pet. One who will be able to. I’d get up as the dawn filled the sky with glowing pinks and reds, head down to the beach and catch the first waves on my Malibu board…before the tourists had even got up and had their breakfast. Then I’d do an eight-hour shift in the shack, renting out mainly body boards but sometimes long boards. Sometimes I’d give lessons as well, which was often good fun. In the evening I’d catch a few more waves on my own, or with one of my newfound local friends, and eat at one of the restaurants on the. I also knew she would be scared to death when she realized I had discovered her having sex with that asshole. I would talk the talk of the cuckold, but I wasn't going to walk the walk.I dug out my camera and managed more than a few clear pictures of my bride and her houseguest. I downloaded them and printed some. I checked the wallet in the pocket of the guy's pants and found out who he was and where he lived.I Googled the word "cuckold" and found all kinds of stories, articles, and web sites. My hips lifted off the bed, my legs tensed, my breath caught in my throat and my orgasm broke over me like a flood gate bursting. I felt my cum gush out of me, coating the tops of my thighs with the force of release and ruining the sheets. My body convulsed as the aftermath of the event coursed through me. My limbs twitched and shook. ‘Oh honey, that was so good to watch. I knew you were a squirter.’ Mr. P told me. He released his cock as he moved from the foot of my bed and slowly made his way.