He Cheated, So I Fucked His Wife – A #lesbian #cuckold Erotica

When a guy acts the fool, she fucks his wife!

So I met this guy Jim, on KinkConnect when I was looking for casual fun. He was the whole package for me, for like, five minutes. Tattoos, piercings, beard, Dad bod, decent dick, and a severely dirty mind and a hella strong grip on my neck. What could possibly go wrong with this? Well, my objects of lust do sometimes have a certain type and that always included mental instability and/or addictive tendencies. Regrettably, he had both. And he was a fucking cheater. He told me he was single. I quote from the play Chicago-- “Single, my ass!”

I have four planets in Scorpio. Lying to me is generally a bad idea. I got mad. And then I got even.

I’m a pansexual non-binary switch. A bit of a sexual chameleon. My username on KinkConnect was TeddiBare. My parents in their infinite wisdom named me Theodora and I go by Teddi. I felt very femme and submissive around him and the sex reflected that. Rough, primal, hot as fuck. Just once though. And then he started having pronounced issues in the willy department. And then he started bailing in the middle of dates. And showing up at 2 AM when he said he was coming at 10PM. Evading my questions every time I asked them. Something stank here, and it wasn’t just his gross cigarettes I for some reason allowed him to smoke in my house. He was making me insane. I did a little digging around and hit pay dirt and found his social media accounts, some of which were linked to hers. He had a wife and three children. He was not single or in an open marriage despite that I found numerous accounts on a bunch of dating pages. Screenshotting happened, for sure. Some of the swinger personals even said he had a wife interested in threesomes. What a slimeball.

Her name was Rhiannon. Like the Fleetwood Mac song and Welsh goddess, and she went by Rhi (pronounced Ree) for short. And she was fucking gorgeous. Her eyes struck me first, beautiful piercing blue and she was curvaceous as fuck with long flowing brown hair. She had big, soft luscious curves that I couldn’t help but think about running my hands over. She was Pagan and loved the ocean and her cats, just like me. And she seemed to have no clue. There were family photos and short videos with everyone smiling and laughing. Everything just seemed so normal.

Yeah, no. This asshole wasn’t going to continue to operate like this on my watch and continue to hurt this lovely woman and their kids. He was going down. It took a bit of courage to contact her, but I figured if she got mad at me and chose not tho believe me, that wasn’t my problem, at least I would have tried. We started talking online and texting and I increasingly felt more protective toward her. I started my workouts up again and started presenting a bit more butch because of all of this. Basically, TeddiBare became TeddiBear.

Rhi and I decided to finally meet for dinner at a local BBQ joint. She looked really cute in cowboy boots, a kicky little skirt, and a pretty embroidered off the shoulder blouse. Some fine-ass pulled pork and a few beers later we were singing The Chicks “Goodbye Earl” and Kellie Pickler’s “Red High Heels” at karaoke and laughing together at Jim and what a shithead he is. I caught myself staring at her cleavage more than a few times and even lightly touching her on the arm across the table and she didn’t recoil. Liquid courage inspired me to ask if she’d ever slept with a woman or an enby. She said no, but didn’t express disgust or total disinterest in it. We kissed as I walked her to her car at the end of the evening, no liquid courage involved, but it was unclear if that was just a one-off, just a little more than an affectionate peck on the mouth, very sweet, just lips and no tongue. It was briefly after I hugged her really close, and could be construed as friendly.

We spent quite a bit of time hatching a diabolical plan. We decided nothing that would land either of us in jail or seriously jeopardize her case for custody of the kids. Lots of arrangements needed to be made, including child care. She opened up to her parents about the cheating and said she was going to take a spa weekend away from all the bullshit before she decided to address the legal issues and they took the kids for a few days. She hadn’t let the scumbag know she was on to him yet, and said that she wanted a close to home kid free romantic hotel weekend and totally hyped it up with him as an opportunity to reconnect because they have such busy lives and he fell for it-- hook, line, and sinker.

We checked in and brought our things to the room. Rhi dressed in a gorgeous orchid purple set of lingerie I’d bought her especially for this occasion along with black stockings and glittery purple heels. A bottle of champagne sat in a bucket of ice nearby with two flutes and we popped the cork. Everything was set. He was sent a text with the room number.

Our plan was that I would leave the room and hang out in the hotel bar out of sight until he arrived after work. I looked a bit conspicuous in my muscle shirt that read “Don’t let my tits stop you from calling me Sir.” and tight jeans tucked into tall black Doc Martens. I was wearing a sizable soft packer in my boxer briefs. I had anxiety about whether our plan would work. He was probably too stupid to see through it, but I would never forgive myself if he hurt her. I sat in the bar and stress scarfed a big plate of nachos and several Patron margaritas and kept checking my phone compulsively.

“HE’S OUT!” read the text message with a bunch of laughing emojis.

We had taken a few of his Lunamothefin sleeping pills, ground them up and stirred them into the champagne. She had simply distracted him and spat her own champagne back into the glass pretending to drink it while he greedily quaffed his and asked for more, drinking the majority of the bottle and consuming roughly four doses. He had then of course demanded a blowjob, without any offer to reciprocate because he’s a selfish fuck that way and Rhi had to take one last one for the team, but he conked out after a few minutes and Rhi said she was thankful she didn’t need to taste his nut. When I came back she was rinsing with mouthwash as it was.

We worked quickly to immobilize his arms and legs and secure him to the side chair in the room, strategically positioned across from the end of the bed in full view of anything that may happen on it. I put the TV on and turned the volume up in case he decided screaming was a good idea when he came to. Rhi made cute evil giggles as she worked with some other parts of the plan. Goddamn she looked hot. The adrenaline had us both pumped and we kind of attacked each other, giggling and tumbling around on the bed and we had a stellar, earth-shaking first kiss, which led to more kisses, so many more kisses. I flexed my butch skillz and after asking consent, I one handed her bra clasp and tossed it off, freeing those magnificent mammaries for me to squeeze and suck on, but surprisingly, her hands moved under my shirt to squeeze my own tits and graze my nipples.

“You’re wearing too many clothes, still.” she said with a glint in her eye as she slid to the floor and began to carefully unlace my boots.

“I love these boots….”

“Yeah, baby? You’re more of a freak than I thought….” I said, breathless and really fucking turned on at this point.

She licked the boot from toe to the top of the calf a few times and continued to unlace them, and when they were off she nuzzled her face on my bulge happily like a cat bumps your hand for pets.

A rustling and a moan came from Jim’s chair.

“Teddi? Rhi? What the fuuuuuuuuck?” I heard, his voice thick and slow as he came to and slowly realized he was tied up.

“What’s the matter, Jim?” I taunted, not bothering to get up for this moron, just sitting there, stroking his wife’s gorgeous hair as she unzipped my jeans and began to rub my packer through the boxers. “I thought you were interested in threesomes? It said so on your SwingLife…..”

“They’ve got a bigger dick when they’re soft than you have when you’re rock-hard, jackass!” she said, staring daggers at him from the protected place between my legs but she sprang up and walked over to get up in his face. Her spicy side was hot too, JFC.

“Cat’s out of the bag, asshole. I know about everything. This is going to be a threesome, but not the kind you wanted……I’m done with your bullshit.” said Rhi, smacking his face and resuming her post.

“Jesus, Rhi, you’re such a fucking cunt!” he slurred. That’s why I was looking elsewhere, because you’re a stuck up frigid cunt! I fucking haaaaaaate you!”

“Shut up, Jim!” we both shouted in unison.

“You know, Sir, I’m getting awfully tired of his rude mouth.” quipped Rhi, removing my pants and boots the rest of the way and setting them aside neatly. “I don’t like being called that word, and he knows it.”

“I’ve got this, baby girl. I need to get up so you just put your pretty self on the bed and wait for me.”

I swaggered into the bathroom and unwrapped one of the soaps from the edge of the sink. I crammed it into Jim’s mouth, despite him lazily trying to bite me, and wagged my finger in his face.

“Boys with nasty mouths get them washed out with soap. Now keep it in there. You’re lucky I didn’t pour some water in there and scrub it.”

I walked away and sat on the end of the bed next to Rhi, still looking right at him.

“Fah Voo, Biffes! Faaaah! Voooooooo!”

We both laughed uproariously as he attempted to say “Fuck you, bitches!” and other obscenities that just came out as gibberish as she straddled my lap and we made out passionately, my hands holding her ass securely, letting her grind her mound on my knee. Her panties were that fun kind where you undo the bows on the sides to unwrap your present, as it were. I untied them and made a happy growl as I felt how wet she was, beginning to rub her clit with my fingers after tossing the panties aside. As much as I wanted to continue, the loud TV approach was annoying and tragic news from Ukraine was not for sexy times.

“You know, he’s still too fucking loud. This needs the finishing touch!” I said, gently depositing her next to me and getting up, rummaging in the toy bag and coming up with a roll of pink duct tape with unicorns on it.

“This ought to fix that issue.” I said. I removed the soap for a second, taking her discarded panties, rolling them in a ball and stuffing them in his mouth. I put the soap back so he could still smell and taste it and provide an extra layer of muffling, and ended by affixing a big stripe of duct tape and running it around his head a few times to get it nice and tightly lodged in there and turned the TV off.

“Good doggy! No more barkies!” gushed Rhi with affected enthusiasm, bouncing over, shaking her tits in his face and smacking him with them.

“Don’t tease the animal! Besides, these are mine now, he doesn’t get them anymore. He doesn’t deserve any of you.” I said, nestling her back onto my lap, cupping her tits and rubbing my thumbs over her nipples. His cock stood at attention as he watched me enjoy her tits and reduce her to whimpers and gasps as I kissed and nibbled her neck and then began to suck on her tits with a passion, giving her pleasure and pain equally. Fuck I loved those tits and I loved that she was finally being pleasured by someone who wants her to get off as many fucking times as she wants.

I got up off the bed to grab some lube from the toy bag and a few towels from the bathroom and observed his boner.

“You little pervert, you’re actually hard! Jesus fuck!” I said, impulsively dumping the ice bucket directly onto his crotch, enjoying the loud muffled yelp a little too much as the water ran off the chair and the pile of ice just sat there.

I laid the towels down in a stack and guided her back toward the head of the bed and took up residence between those creamy soft thighs, fingering and licking her to screaming, shuddering wet orgasms. I slowly and sensually got her pussy to open and take my fist, one finger at a time. I made him look at every single inch of the beautiful aroused state of her labia. I made him see what I could do to her that he would not. And it was delicious. She basically shot my fist out of her with a tidal wave of cunt juice that soaked the towels under her. I lapped up her sensitive pussy and tongued her clit to a few more orgasms and then I took her in my arms, kissing her deeply and letting her taste herself in my mouth. I snuggled her close against me and petted her hair.

“You’re such a good girl.”

I looked over and was happy to find him passed out again and I was exhausted as well so I held Rhi and fell asleep for awhile. When we woke up he was still snoring, but it was time for us to bug out and it was time to actually go to the spa weekend.

We got dressed and I dropped the pile of sopping squirt towels onto his chest, wrote CHEATER on his forehead in Sharpie and then happily upended the remaining half of the two pound container of fine iridescent pink glitter over him. The whole thing was supposed to be used for this, but mischievous Rhi had filled the sound hole of the only guitar we let him keep and then put it back in its case in the closet. She’d also sprinkled some in the trash bags that contained his clothes. I left a generous tip and an apology note for housekeeping and checked out of the room with the automatic service on the TV.

Rhi dropped a manila envelope where he could read it with a letter attached that read:

“Bye, asshole! We hocked most of your expensive shit that you left at the house today. Whatever’s left is in the closet. Your phone has a 10 percent charge and we’re taking all the chargers. Also your car keys and wallet are still in this room. Good luck finding them. And one more thing--- here’s the divorce papers. Fuck you!”

We drove off happily into the sunset out of the hotel parking lot, singing along loudly to the Indigo Girls’ “Closer to Fine”.