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He just stood there in the doorway. His mouth wide open, eyes fixed on me and a "tell all" bulge in the front of his trousers. He could not hide it.

These things before my eyes confirmed several suspicions I had developed over the last few months. Things I had researched on my own, tested and confirmed by ways unknown to my husband.

About a year before this night, he had witnessed other men hitting on me at a Christmas party my law firm had in a hotel. These were husbands of our legal clerks, a few partners and some of the new lawyers we had recruited that year.

I found it odd that my husband would not react to these advances from others. I expected him to push his way in between them and me. Even when I looked at him across the room, he would not walk over to introduce himself, ward off these advances in a subtle but honorable way and "save" me from more of the same.

Nope.

He sat across the room at our empty table and watched. He never moved once, but he kept watching.

In his defense, he did not know any of the words exchanged, so I could chalk it up to trust, love or just give in to the fact that I could be over reacting.

I could, if I hadn't discovered his browsing history on the home computer. I was at home trying to finalize a huge presentation, complete some other documents and finish up my cost analysis for a third case I was working on and the computer froze.

I was able to figure it out myself, but not before discovering several obscure pages he had saved to favorites. Pages with a common theme and topic.

"Its always the creative types that have the darkest sides." I told myself.

I copied and pasted these sites to my own user profile and saved them. I actually found a page he had joined in some chat groups where he asked a lot of awkward questions. I decided to join that particular group and have a little fun of my own. The idea was to tease my husband a little and secretly humiliate him.

I made up a dummy email account and joined the group with a name that would get his attention. "Cuck Owner". I found a few photos of a woman online wearing a leather mask that looked a lot like me and used that as the profile. Then I set things in motion and waited.

It took less than a week before he fell for it and I was both shocked and amazed at the amount of information he was willing to share with strangers and with hold from me at the same time.

We shared messages back and forth. I got him to email me intimate details, sexual fantasies and some confessions. Things got very interesting.

My husband wanted me to Cuckold him. Not just sleep around, he was "in" deep. He wanted extra items associated to this fantasy and I quickly learned I was ill prepared for any additional conversations with him. So I replied that I was headed out of town for a week and I wanted him to email me a fantasy every day. Ones that involved his wife and him. "Email me every day so I have something to look forward to when I get back and I will see what I can do to help. I want to KNOW you are committed to letting this happen before I help you make it happen."

I waited a few days before I checked my email. In the meantime, I made an appointment with a sex therapist that we had testify in an older case a few months ago. She squeezed me in for a short Q