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Foot Prints on the Car Headliner

I was backing the car out of the driveway I noticed two footprints on the passenger side headliner. Footprints of what was clearly and unmistakably two high heel shoes spread apart on the headliner. I knew that once again my wife had cuckolded me, only this time she lied about it.

Let me give you some back ground. First off to describe my wife. My wife is one of those women that is a mixture of beauty, cute, and sensuality that makes her irresistible to men, and even women. She is a short five-foot-tall bombshell with that little extra touch of curves from having two kids, large D cup breasts with big dark areola and pert nipples. She loves to dress to impress and wears classy but revealing clothes that show off her hips and her cleavage to advantage. Add to this that she has fabulous legs that look like a dancers and body wise she is a woman you want to jump on. Her smile is amazing and with her long blonde hair and her blue eyes she owns any room she walks into.

I have watched men and women both, stop talking and watch her walk across a room that she enters. I always knew I would be cuckolded as men, and sometime even women, would hit on my wife and hit on her hard even if I was standing right beside her. It was accepting cuckolding or lose the sexiest woman ever. Being married to a woman that could be a porn star it was inevitable she would play with others. She really is one of those rare women that had it all, beauty, full kissable lips, great hips to hold onto, legs that women were jealous of, short cute, stacked, and sexy as hell. I trust this gives you a picture of my wife.Foot Prints on the Car Headliner фото

Now as to why the footprints on the car ceiling. My wife worked evenings and would sometimes go out after work for drinks. I would stay home and watch the kids. We both worked with me working days and her working afternoons. I would get home and watch the kids as she headed out the door to work. She usually finished by seven or eight. But many times would call to say she was going to go out for drinks and would be home late. I should have said no but I wanted her to have fun after being with the kids all day. In hindsight that was not a smart move considering her looks.

My wife had cuckolded me a few times in our marriage. I knew about it and it was something she did that we had discussed and agreed on. It was not that she dd not love me and our kids, it was partly she hated being a mom, and wanted as she described it, to feel alive and have some thrills and excitement. Again I had no choice because if I did not let her have her fun she would have divorced me. Probably I would have been better off but at the time she was cuckolding me she was coming home, telling me about it, re-enacting what she did and fucking the hell out of me. Sex was at a level I can't really describe but it was great, and I loved it all.

Lately though I was starting to think things were getting a little out of hand. The last couple of months my wife had started to go out for drinks two or three times a week. Her nights were also getting later. In our area bars had to be closed by one am. She had a couple nights coming in after the bars closed and one or two where someone would drop her off as late as three am and we would have to go to her office to ick up her car in the morning. A couple times even having to go down to an empty bar parking lot to pick up her car from the bar, or as I discovered, the local dance club meat market as well.

This was one of those times after picking up the car at the local dance/meat market. My wife had been dropped off at three am drunk by a total stranger in a strange car that was gone by the time I woke to her trying to get in the door. I went and let her in, got her to bed as usual and knew we would have to go get her car in the morning. Sure enough the car was in an empty parking lot of a huge dance club known for drinking, rowdiness and a great pick up spot. I pulled up beside her car and she jumped out and said she would meet me at home she was going to stop at the office on the way home. Almost three hours later she showed up. Being the cuck wimp I am I said nothing. I offered to take her car to the car wash and gas it up for her so she did not have to deal with that in before work tomorrow. My wife said that would be sweet and thanked me.

As I started to back out of the driveway I saw them. Two footprints of someone wearing dirty high heels that had pressed their feet against the headliner on the passenger side of the car. I stopped and stared at them. There was no doubt at all that they were my wife's footprints on the ceiling of her car and a few spots meaning her legs had been wide open, feet on the ceiling and moving around. I was trying to think how and why when it hit me, she had fucked someone in the car and did not realise she had left the footprints. All I could think was not this. I was ok when I knew I was a cuck, who the guy was and that it was one guy and someone steady for a few months at a time. The thought of her randomly fucking a stranger in her car at a bar bothered me. She was a wife and mother damn it. She had a husband willing to be a cuckold but random fucking at a bar was more than I could manage.

I pulled back up the driveway and went in to confront her over this. Things blew up and she denied but I knew she had fucked someone in that car. After that confrontation she started to come in at two, three and four am, often being dropped off. I put my foot down after driving her to a house where her car was parked in a driveway and her refusing to let me get out of the car or meet whoever lived there. I said I was a cuckold, not an idiot and if she wanted to play fine, but the one night's stands were out of bounds and off limits.

Ya I know this was sort of a bullshit way to handle things. Yes, I am sure she still had one night stands but at least she hid them better, so I never really knew. I married a woman that was wild, crazy, sexy and that I knew would fuck around. It was exciting but sometimes you get a little more that you expect so be prepared once you let that genie out of the bottle, she is not going back in.

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