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Forced to be a Cuckold, by Jezebel Rose

Joshua lay quietly in his bed dreaming of better days and wishing he still loved his wife. It seemed impossible to have lost what they had once had but they had, and he was determined to end it entirely as soon as possible. He did not want to prolong the pain any longer. There seemed no point now that he had evidence.

Joshua got up from the bed and walked to his study. At 18, he still had the track star body he had when he was in high school. He stood tall, just over six feet and his frame was long and lanky. His blond hair and blue eyes made his early dating experience the envy of his friends. He found it inconceivable now that his wife would cheat on him. He sat down at his desk and fingered the envelope the private detective had given him.

Slowly he opened it. The first picture showed his wife Annabelle leaning across the seat of what looked like a suburban kissing his partner Harry. The next was a magnificent close-up of Harry’s hand inside her blouse fondling her breast. The picture has proceeded on as these lovers united in the front seat of Harry’s SUV. Joshua’s mind swam as he fought off the impulse to harm them physically. The last picture showed the name of the motel that served as the lover’s hideaway each Tuesday afternoon. Joshua swore that this Tuesday would be different.

Joshua was unaware that Annabelle made a habit of poking through his desk and that she had found the photographs earlier in the week. Her first reaction was outrage. How dare he follow her and who was the pig that took those photographs of her. She knew that Joshua would try to do something now, to catch her in the act. She fumed and grew angrier. It was his fault that she did what she did. He was the one that lost interest in her, and he was the one that grew boring and routine in his approach to sex. Long ago, he had made the pursuit of material things his ambition, and she had somehow become part of his collection, having no more important than the car he drove or the television he watched. She began to plot and scheme against him from the moment she found the pictures.

Annabelle’s sexual adventure did not begin with Harry. In the last few years of the marriage, she had taken many lovers both male and female. She too hands maintained her taut body, and though she tallish and at first appeared a bit awkward she was a tigress in bed. She prided herself on her ability to give her lovers. Orgasm’s and that fact had driver her now for years. She often felt the overpowering urge to have sex, and once the marriage became stilted, she acted on these feelings. She feeds her compulsion as if it were a wild beast in need of its next meal. She had made many friends over the years and some of them she would need now.

Monday night came, and Joshua came home to find himself presented with a home-cooked meal. He was shocked by the detail of the table and the fact that the house was filled with the scent of food cooking. Annabelle greeted him at the door. She handed him a glass of wine and smiled.

“Don’t look so surprised,” she said. “I can be nice to you can’t I?”

“Of course you can. Is there an occasion I forgot?”

“No just my little gift to you,” Annabelle said as her heart pounded. The plan was working. Now all he had to do was drink the wine.

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