90 Days Cuckold: The Diary of an Almost Kept Chaste

By Clifford Chatterley

A beginning, as has been told many times before: The hero of our story is caught at adultery with two pretty girls. In order to regain his wife's respect, he makes her an unusual offer. She accepts ...
However, things are developing differently to what the two had imagined. Will he be able to win her heart again?

Dieses Buch ist unter dem Titel "90 Tage Cuckold" auch in deutscher Sprache erschienen.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Books on Demand
• Release date: Jun 5, 2020
• ISBN: 9783751952927

Clifford Chatterley

Das Pseudonym des Autors ist eine Hommage an den ersten Cuckold der Weltliteratur.

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Foreword

This story has no fixed place and no fixed time. It is up to the reader's imagination to fill in these details.

Sexually transmitted diseases do not seem to be an issue in this carefree place and times, nor do unwanted pregnancies.

But enough of a foreword now: Please follow me into the world of cuckolding with all its facets.

Clifford Chatterley

Prologue

Trapped

There was no denial: The video that ran on the brand-new large screen in our living room showed me. Unfortunately not just me, but me with two girls. I was quite simply caught in the trap ...

But first things first.

Call me Peter. Yes, I know, but still: let's stick to it. After all, I have the scant remnant of a reputation left to lose. I'm a lawyer. Head of the office in the large law firm owned by my wife Ruth.

Ruth doesn't work there, she's not even a lawyer. She inherited, that's enough. It was actually a coincidence that I even applied there after a few less lucrative jobs. It's not easy as a new lawyer without a good professional record. You have to fight your way through.

Anyway, I was taken. At the end of the trial period, I was invited to the summer festival, where I met Ruth. The devil must have ridden me, or was it the two or three drinks? Spare me the details, six months later I moved in here.

Here, I have to explain. A villa in a posh suburb of the city, with a park around it that is five times as big as the one I used to play in as a child, in the middle of a shabby suburban area.

Since I had moved in, I was driving a Porsche she made available to me. I was wearing bespoke suits that she chose for me. Half a year later, on the occasion of our wedding, she made me head of the office, but at the same time she quit my salary: What do you need it for, you have all you need here. So I had been working as a family member ever since then. Sure, I had my cash and credit cards. But not even a bank account of my own.

You may ask why I was accepting all this. Well: very simple: my life was so much hotter than anything I could have accomplished myself. Not just figuratively, but also literally. Ruth was not only a top-class woman herself, she also loved playing with fire, the excess, the ecstasy. And I didn't miss out either – so far. I was having women others can only dream of.

There was only one rule: nothing without Ruth's knowledge and consent. But nothing beats the thrills of little secrets, so I hadn't noticed that the two girls with whom I had spent a night a few weeks ago were probably set on me by Ruth. Or at least she was told about it.

Well, what do you have to say? Her voice was calm, almost business. She pressed the remote control's off button. The question wrenched me out of my thoughts into the present. I thought feverishly that my cards were bad.

Should I go, leave this