Making and breaking of a cuckold – 1 Innocence lost

After we were married, Gemma ceased work and spent the next few months finding a house which she felt was “suitable” for her. I paid a few mill for it. She had me purchase a new red Mercedes sports car and I had to say she looked spectacular driving it, hood down, designer sunglasses, and mane of blonde hair flowing behind her. I had given her everything she asked for and I expected her to be contented and grateful. That was a miscalculation too.

There was a knock on the door. Gemma hurried over and opened it, gave the young man standing there a big hug which seemed to go on for a bit too long, then ushered him into the house. He was introduced as Max and he was quite a sight. Viking descent, eight inches taller than me at 6 feet 4 inches, blond hair, tanned skin and a very muscular build. I enquired as to his occupation; gym instructor, of course.

“Would you like a beer Max?”

“Yes thanks Peter”.

I went to the bar and poured two wines and a beer and returned. Gemma and Max were sitting close together chatting animatedly and she had her hand on his thigh which I thought was unusual. They basically ignored me for the next 10 minutes apart from a few glances in my direction. It was a bit uncomfortable but I was dealing with it.