Fraternizing with celebrity chefs on a cruise ship.
"Would you have been happier if we'd gone back to Alan's place instead? At least you were in the same house."
I said that I had things to do and went out to mow the lawn.
I got to thinking while I was mowing the lawn about things. It seemed to me that Alan's attitude towards me was becoming less and less respectful. He mostly talked to Alice now and she passed things on to me. I was sure she wasn't telling me everything that they discussed either.
That night Alice was careful to initiate sex with me - a rarity these days and we both seemed to be trying to put Friday night behind us. When all the fireworks were over though, she asked be to do something for her. I was lying on my side kissing her right breast gently and petting her middle when she asked me to go down on her and give her another climax orally.
I was a bit surprised because we'd never done that after I'd cum in her before. I didn't mind really; I'm not squeamish or anything and I did want to reconnect with her after the debacle Friday night, so I slid down between her thighs and began to lick and suck her pussy. She was very sloppy and wet and a open but the flavor wasn't bad. I kinda liked it really so I ate her to another climax and we both fell asleep in each other's arms.
Things continued on for several weeks but now Alice always wanted me to eat her after we had sex. She said it really excited her and gave her a feeling of 'connection' with me. She also began seeing Alan and they would go out dancing about once a week, but they wouldn't lock me out of the guest room anymore. I'd watch and maybe follow Alan into her.
She began to get vocal when she was screwing Alan than. Talked about how good his big dick felt inside her and how much he seemed to cum in her. When we were alone, she'd also tell me that she could hardly feel me after having him and that maybe it would be better for both of us if I could wait for a day or two before we could have sex. When I complained that watching me made me very horny, she offered to give me a blowjob to take the edge off.
After a few times, she wanted me to eat her while she was blowing me. She said it would make her feel closer to me until we could have sex in a few days.
Well, I'm a fairly easygoing guy and I don't have a lot of hangups so the next time she was blowing me after she'd fucked Alan to a standstill, I went down on her. To be honest, I couldn't taste any difference from when I'd eaten her after we'd screwed, so I was willing to accommodate her.
Then she started to talk about how much better Alan felt in front of him and he started to speak to me more like a servant than his lover's husband. And I started to get mad. It finally came to a head when Alice came home from a date with Alan, threw herself on the bed and summarily demanded that I clean her.
I made myself breakfast that Sunday morning but made none for Alice. I was eating it when she came down. She looked at the stove and saw that I'd made nothing for her and set about making some toast and cereal.
We ate in silence.
After breakfast, I went to the master bedroom and began moving my clothes from our closet into the guest room. When she came up and saw what I was doing she said "You're serious, aren't you?"
"As a heart attack. We started this to renew our marriage, but now it seems to be all about you and nothing about me, my feelings, my needs. Just you"
"That's what cuckolding is supposed to be. You give me the right to make the decisions and make the rules and I get to have other lovers. Haven't you read about this?"
"I don't care what you want to call it. Sex is supposed to be fun for us. FOR US! I've let you fuck Alan to the point where you hardly bother to take care of me any more. I'm supposed to be your husband, not some unpaid servant that you can treat like shit. It that's what you want, you'll have to find another sucker. I quit!" and I resumed transferring my clothes to the guest room closet.
I could hear Alice on the phone, I assume to Alan.