Brian was starting to wonder if he was merely addicted to sex, and not even the act of sex but the presence of sex in some manner whether it physical, spoken, words or images.  His life revolved around sex in some manner or another.  Ever since his wife told him she had been cheating on him with a co-worker the main constant in his world was sexual in nature.

Delaney had been quieter than usual one evening after work, and eventually went into the bedroom and pulled the sheet and blankets over her, despite the sun still being up.  Brian eventually noticed that she wasn’t around and went looking for her, finding her curled up in the bed.  This is when she told him she was having sex with one of the men she worked with.

“I want to tell you something, but I don’t want you to be mad,” she said, sounding as if she were on the brink of tears.

Brian didn’t know what to make of the situation, just that his wife was upset and he wanted to make it better.  They didn’t always have a great relationship, but they got along more than they didn’t and he considered himself happy with the way things were.

“I won’t be mad, I promise,” he reassured her.

“But you don’t know that.  What if I tell you and you are,” she continued to fight back tears.

“No, I won’t.  I promise.  Just tell me what’s wrong,” he couldn’t fathom what was bothering her.  He would have never guessed out of a thousand guesses that what she was about to say was what had her so upset.  To Brian, Delaney may have been emotional, jealous and short-tempered but he never questioned her loyalty.

She never came outright and said she was having sex with her co-worker, James, who had eyes on her from the moment she started working in their office five months ago.  The words sounded too harsh for her to admit to, Brian always thought she never said it as it was an admission of guilt and she had always resisted taking the blame for any situation.  What she did do was allude to an inappropriate relationship between them.  

James’ name was brought up and how he talked to her as if she were the only person in the room.  He would tease her and the other women in their work group, being slightly vulgar in his jokes, but they would laugh and tell him how awful he was.  They all found him charming though, and a bit of a rescue project by the way he told of his upbringing on a farm and how he never had much.  It was as if he had a playbook on how to pull at the strings of unappreciated women’s hearts and use that for his pleasure.

He would compliment Delaney and tease her about the outfits she wore.  

“Why don’t you ever wear any dresses?  Dress like a woman, you know?”  He used to tell her as she always wore dress pants and demure blouses to work.  It was a pretty good tactic, Brian had thought while reminiscing of his evolution of being a cuckold.  

Tease the girl as subtle flirting.  

Tell her what you would like to see her in as encouragement.

If she takes your advice she’s obviously into you, so then you fuck her.

Delaney told Brian how they would stay late at work after everyone was gone.  James would linger and compliment her.  He would pick fuzz off of her shirt or pants and brush his hand along hers for that little static electricity a passing touch can give.  He was a professional adulterer and could run a clinic on how to get women to fall for you.

She didn’t tell Brian about what led to her and James having sex the first time as she laid with her husband in the bed that evening.  The only thing she did say was that they did it in their bosses office after everyone was gone.  They locked the door and James pulled down his pants and Delaney pulled down hers, she sat with her back against his chest.

“I didn’t even finish,” she said meekly.

“He did.  Although it wasn’t even that long.  I said I had to go, you were already waiting to pick me up.”

At the time they only had one car and Brian worked nights while Delany worked during the day.  Brian would pick her up from work and drop her off at home and head right to work afterwards, always fifteen to twenty minutes late.

“So that’s why you were always late getting out?”  Brian asked with soft indignation.

This is the comment that finally caused Delaney to start crying, as if the slight of making him wait was worse than fucking someone else behind his back.

Brian felt bad, along with another odd sensation.  It was something that seemed inappropriate for the conversation they were having.  He wanted to hear more.

“Was that it?”  

Delaney only shook her head.

“How many times?”  

Brian’s tone was soft.  There wasn’t a trace of anger or hurt in it.  He spoke to Delaney as if he were questioning a child who was sick and he was trying to figure out if it was her stomach or her head that didn’t feel well.

“Once a week.  Sometimes every other week.  We didn’t want to get caught so the moment had to present itself.”

She was oddly calm talking about it, helped by Brian’s demeanor.

“And that was it, when was the last time?”

“It’s been a little while.  We were supposed to a couple of weeks ago, after the dinner at the hotel for the function we did.  James said that he usually gets a room at the hotel and stays the night.  There’s usually a lot of drinking and he didn’t want to bother his wife to come pick him up because they were never sure when the function would end.  He said I should tell you the same thing and that I could get a room, but I wouldn’t have to because I could just stay with him.”

She paused for a moment, before adding, “he said it would be nice to be able to do it in a bed for once instead of in the office.  He says that he can do a lot better if we were in a bed together.”

Brian listened to each word that his wife was telling him.  He listened as she said she was going to lie to him.  He thought back and remembered the night she was talking about, how he went to pick her up and she introduced him to everyone.  She was drunk, tipsy, when he got there and she giggled introducing him to everyone.  When it was time to leave she had to be held up on the walk to the car.  

The only picture Brian could form in his head was of his wife, if she had actually lied to him and stayed with James that night, would have had crazy, drunken sex with all night long.  Brian felt himself get extremely aroused at that thought.

He then asked an extremely clumsy, odd question that Delaney didn’t know how to answer at first.

“Are you going to keep doing it?”

Brian asked because he was leading her to what he truly wanted.  He liked hearing about her having sex with James and he wanted her to keep telling him about it, but the question was oddly presented and Delaney wasn’t sure what to say, so she started crying.

“Hey, no, it’s okay.  It’s okay,” he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into his chest, then said again in an assuring tone.

“Delaney, it’s okay.  I’m not mad.  It doesn’t matter.”

“Are, are you sure?”  She sniffled.

“Yeah, I just meant, are you going to keep doing it, because, like, it’s kind of hot,” he laughed softly and she picked up her head to stare at him.  Tears were sitting on her cheek and she looked at him puzzled.  

At that moment, to her core, she did not want to be blamed.  She did not want to be at fault and she did not want to get a divorce.  This was a fling.  It was something to do to pass the time at work.  It was fun, not something that you blow up your life for, if she was going to get out of this completely unscathed then this was the perfect moment.

“What?”  She laughed back.

“Nothing, I mean, it’s just kind of hot.  Like, if you want to I don’t mind.  Just,” this is where Brian started to waver about sharing this much intimacy about himself, “I, uh, like to hear about it after.”

Delaney let out a burst of air in a laugh, “oh my god, you are such a freak!”  

She curled in close next to him and he slowly took her hand and placed it on the bulge of his pants.  No words were exchanged about it, both too awkward to address the oddness of the situation, but Delaney began to massage Brian’s bulge and Brian reached down and pulled his pants to his knees.  Her hand gripped his stiff arousal and began to pump it slowly.

“Like, what do you want to hear?”  She said in an embarrassed tone.

Brian grunted softly at her hand, “just anything.  Just hearing you talk about it.”

“Okay,” she let the vowel sound out long at the end of the word.

“Well, one thing he’s really good at is, um, like going down,” she started to get shy as she talked but Brian groaned at the feeling of her touch and her words as encouragement to continue.

“Uh huh, yeah?”

“Yeah.  Like, he’s really good at it.  Incredibly good at it and he knows it.  He tells everyone how he makes his wife orgasm so hard, she would be horrified to know he talks about her like that.  Anyways, he’s done it for me.”

“Mmhmm,” Brian’s lips were tight and Delaney’s hand was slowly gliding up and down his shaft.

“He um, made me orgasm so hard it felt like I was peeing.  I was so embarrassed, I kept apologizing over and over again.  He told me that it was, ugh I hate the term, he said it was squirting and he loved making women do that.  He asked me if I had ever done it before and I said no, that was my first time.  He sounded so proud of himself.  But I didn’t like it.  I felt so out of control, like I couldn’t control my body and it was shaking.  Like I was shivering so hard.  And after my entire body ached, like all of my muscles were sore.”

With each word that Delaney had spoken Brian was pushed closer and closer to his own orgasm.  Hearing that James had gone down on her and licked her pussy and sucked on her clit made Brian bite his lip hard.  When she told him that James had made her squirt he nearly muttered the words, “oh fuck.”

Finally, when she said she lost control of her body and she told James that it was the first time she had ever done it, Brian lost his own orgasm and, in a way, James making his wife cum had also caused Brian to cum as well.  His cock spasmed in Delaney’s hand and she gave him a few more cursory pumps before letting him go, wiping the small bit of semen that had gotten on her fingers onto Brian’s stomach and then rolling away from him to get out of bed.

Brian ended up laying there for a while longer, recovering from the moment and not quite realizing what it was that he was into, but thinking back now this was the first time he had orgasmed from thinking about being a cuckold.  In fact, this was the moment he became a cuckold and it’s what made him cum.