“Don’t torture yourself baby! You do this every time I leave to spend the night with him.”
“I can’t help it. I need to know that i have done right by you and your Lover.”
“Well Okay then! But just remember that all of this will be off when he takes me upstairs tonight.”
“I know. And the thought of my pretty Wife being taken in her Black Lover’s bed makes me tremble with emotion.”
“Don’t tremble too much cucky. I want a nice picture to remember this moment by.”
“i didn’t have much choice really did i. You made me wear it last night when you and Deaven were in bed.”
“Oh do stop it ‘sissy face’! Think of it as a badge of honour.”
“Some honour. I’m walking around here naked, with my manliness locked away and everybody laughing at me. They’re calling me ‘cucky’ for f*ck’s sake.”
“Okay! I’ll make a deal with you. If you walk around the pool once more I shall give you the key. How about that?”
“Well I suppose so. Just one thing though.”
“What’s that my little cuckold?”
“You can let go of my nuts now Dear!”
For most ‘normal’ married men (whatever they are), the very idea of their Wife dating other men is horrifying, but for True Cuckolds the question can evince different layers of emotion, thoughts and yearning.
The agony of knowing that she desires a better man that him can be agony for TC as is the realization that she does not care that he knows. Similarly, the knowledge that her Lover’s manly equipment far exceeds his own in size, power and stamina can be severely disquieting for the poor little ‘hubby’.
So there is only one thing a cuckold can do, and that is to become part of the story. To encourage her in her liaisons, to help her prepare for dates and be the friendly ear when she talks about her relationships with the men who have her.
Eventually, TC will learn to forget his pride and enjoy the thought of her being with other men, so for many cuckolds the answer to this interesting question is a resounding ‘yes’.
Part Five - We have a plan for you
Why is it
that I choose to sit in the dark alone when Christine is on a date with Geoff?
Even after two dates (three really), it has become a ritual, in the same way
that she slips her wedding ring onto my little finger as she goes out of our
front door to meet him.
She had been
excited when she had left. His plan to take her to an environmental meeting in
London had been abandoned and I knew that had been because of me.
Geoff had said that he wanted to talk to her and I knew what it was about.
When a Lady's husband tells her prospective Lover that she is having doubts
about becoming his Mistress and then the man changes his plans from a boring
meeting to that of an intimate talk between the two of them it can only mean
one thing. And that is why my mobile phone was now (symbolically?) resting on
Chris's chair and I was waiting for 'the message'.
Why had I
interfered? Why had I stepped in when Chris was showing concern? Was it really
because I didn't want my Wife hurt emotionally? Or was my forcing of the issue
something else? All these questions and more continued to run through my head.
I had
witnessed her kissing Geoff at the end of their date the other night when he
had parked outside of our house. Although it had been a shock it had excited me
to think that his hands had been free to roam her delightful body and that she
had willingly allowed him to do so.
So was I
becoming one of those husbands who relished the thought of his Wife in the arms
of a better and bigger man than himself? Would I be a cuckold who would meekly
stand aside as his Wife is seduced and bedded by a man with far better
equipment than himself? Would I be like one of those husbands who Geoff and
Chris had described? Am I already part the way down that road?
Am I
destined to be 'less than a man' in the eyes of my friends and work colleagues?
And how would I cope with everybody knowing that about me? How would I be
treated by the people who knew about it at work? Would they jeer and call me
names; or worse, be overly polite to me? Would they call me 'Cucky Pete' or
'Peter' for example?
How normal
is this way of life? Geoff had told me that it was commonplace and he knew of
many staff in the Company who lived that way; maybe he knows more about it than
he is letting on. But I am not a cuckold, so why am I asking myself all of
these questions.
'Chris is
only on a date with Geoff, that doesn't mean that she is going back to his big
house in Godalming and spend the night in his bed,' I thought. And it was
at that very moment that my mobile phone, still resting on Chris's empty chair,
chimed for an incoming text.
With a
shaking hand I picked up the small flat plastic communicator that was about to
tell me my future. I touched the screen and there was Christine's message
- 'Geoff asked me his question, and I have said YES.'
So she was
going back to his place to spend the night in his bed. To give herself to
another man. To spread those lovely long legs for him and to feel that big
manhood giving and taking pleasure of her; and then welcome his spurting seed
deep inside her. And all of those questions that I had posed for myself
suddenly were theory no longer but the stark reality for a weak man.
'Would she
think of me when he was having her,' I wondered, 'and would she feel any
guilt?'
Why would
she? We had discussed the likelihood and she knew that I had made it easier for
them both to become Lovers. I had acted as a go-between on their behalf, and I
had understood what the end-game could be from the moment Geoff had approached
me in the executive toilet at work to ask if he could take Chris as his 'plus
one' to dinner at his Sister's.
The die was cast; in a moment in time within the next few minutes or hours, that purple headed member that Geoff keeps in his trousers will push up into my Wife.
She would welcome his big cock into her vagina and from that moment, and for the rest of my life I would be a cuckolded husband.
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| .., and for the rest of my life I would be a cuckolded husband. |
I tried hard
to understand my feelings. I was being made into a lesser man but for all of
the humiliation I could not feel rage, self-pity or betrayal. And I realised at
last that I had seen this moment coming since the day we were married.
Christine was always way out of my league and, although I didn't doubt that she
loved me in her way, it was never because of my dynamic character or what I
could do for her between the sheets.
I went
upstairs to bed in the expectation of a long sweaty night of turning and
rolling under the duvet because of my mind keeping me awake with visions of the
Geoff and Chris's bodies writhing together in pleasurable ecstasy. But she had
said that I was included in their discussions; so what would that mean?
Was
Christine looking after my interests and were the pair of them planning
something that would make my journey tolerable. Of course they were, and the
time would come soon when we would all talk this through; 'this', of course,
being how I would learn to accept, live and even enjoy my status as a cuckold.
I felt a
sense of calm; it was if something had arrived that we had both been waiting
such a long time for. I knew that I should have been raging, phoning her,
threatening him, pleading with her to finish with him and come home; but all I
could feel was total acceptance of what I was to become. It would not be easy
and although there may be some indignity and shame along the way, I was
determined to make the best of being cuckolded. And with those thoughts I fell
into a deep untroubled sleep.
As I woke, my very first thought was for Christine and whether the night she had had with
Geoff had been a pleasant one. I wondered if it had been just pure animal sex between them or was it a
case if two sexual strangers finding that each other fulfilled an emotional
need as well as a physical release. How would they wake up together? Would she
wonder where she was or would Geoff take my naked Wife in his arms and let her
know just how he feels about her. Instinct told me that I already knew the
answer to that question.
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| Instinct told me that I already knew the answer to that question. |
"Geoff's
not in today," Tina, his PA, told me when I phoned his office the next
morning, "he says that he is having a day in bed. That's not like him, but
I guess a workaholic like him deserves some relaxation occasionally."
"Thanks
Tina," I replied noncommitently.
"He did
have a message for you though Pete," Tina said, suddenly remembering.
"What
is it?"
"He
asked me to tell you that he's been working all night on those absentee figures
you gave him the other day, and he thinks he has them mastered already,"
she replied.
The message
was clear. The 'absentee figures' had become a code for Christine and he knew
that I would understand that Christine and him had been making love all night.
And as for having 'mastered' the figures, I knew that he was telling me that he
had mastered her. He was letting me know that she was now his Girlfriend, or
Mistress - either way, my Wife now belonged to another man.
And after a
night of love-making, would they now be sitting together having breakfast like
two honeymooners? Would Geoff be a real gentleman and show Chris his
collections of art and priceless porcelain, or would my pretty Wife be on her
knees before him with his large cock buried deep inside her pretty mouth? Who
could say? But there was one thing I knew about Christine and that was she
filled all of those traditional definitions of being a 'Lady'. My dear Wife
could be a Duchesse in the drawing room, a Cordon Bleu cook in the kitchen and
very much a Whore in the bedroom; and I wondered which of those she was
fulfilling at that moment.
Although I
couldn't put them completely out of my mind, I did manage to get some work
done, that is, until my phone chimed again.
There was no
mistaking who it was from, or who was in the picture that came with the simple
message, 'No false modesty today.' It was a reference to Christine's
bare-breated swim in his pool the other day. He had said that he prefers to
swim naked and now it seems, so does she.
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| 'No false modesty today.' |
I have
always been honest with myself and with others, and there was no hint of
reproach in the reply I sent that stated the obvious, 'She looks so beautiful.'
His response
was immediate. 'She does. But we need to talk. Come to my place after work and
spend the night with us. Lots to discuss don't you think?'
He was
right, and at five o'clock that Friday evening I drove to our house to pick up
some things (toiletries, clothes etc.) and then on to Godalming. I was going to
spend the night at my Wife's new Lover's mansion and something told me it was
going to be interesting.
Geoff showed
me upstairs to my bedroom where I changed into a pair of tracksuit bottoms, a
tee shirt and a pair of leather sandals and together we walked downstairs to
find my Wife. "Our room is next to yours by the way Pete. It just seems
the right thing to do" he remarked as we walked across the large hall
towards the lounge where we found her sitting waiting.
Chris had a
look about her that I had never seen before. For one with such a sharp wit and
total awareness normally, her demeanour was now like that of a contented cat,
and if she could I am sure that she would have purred. It was obvious that her
night in Geoff's bed had brought her more than contentment; she was more than
just satisfied and it was clear to me that he had been making hot passionate
love to her with his big member for much of the last twenty four hours.
"I take
it that he's pretty good in bed," I said to her when Geoff left us to get
a bottle of wine from his huge refrigerator in his kitchen.
She gave me
a smug smile and replied, "Apart from our swim this morning we have been
at it like rabbits all day. He's like a wild animal, and the wonderful thing is
Pete, so am I with him."
"Who'd
have guessed," I replied sardonically, which received an arched eyebrow of
reproach, but no reply from Chris in response.
It was Geoff
who broke the frostiness between us as he brought in an ice cold bottle of
Chardonnay and a silver bucket brimming with small goujons of fish and tiny
salted fries. 'He's giving us fish and chips on a Friday,' I thought, 'Classy!'
The whole
meal, of course, was plentiful and delicious and the wine was exactly the right
accompaniment for the various types of fish and shellfish that were encased in
the crispy but delicate golden breaded batter.
We talked
during the meal but it was small-talk only. Chris, I noticed, was not wearing
the same dress she had left the house in but nevertheless still looked georgeous,
if a little ruffled around the edges after a long session of sex with her
Lover. She must have read my mind as I glanced sideways at her.
"I've
borrowed a pair of shorts and a blouse from some of the clothes Geoff's Wife
left behind," she said.
The shorts
were white tennis wear, but the blouse was thin and tight fitting; so tight in
fact that the outline of her naked breasts were plain to see. But why should I
be embarressed for her? Geoff's hands, mouth and maybe even his cock had been
enjoying the soft gentleness of my Wife's tits all night and probably for much
of the day. They, and much else besides, were his to enjoy now and I no longer
counted; I was their cuckold.
"Pete,"
said Geoff, after we had finished our meal and had cleared away, "Chris
and I have been talking and we have a plan for you."
"Go
on," I responded, after he stopped to consider what he was about to say.
"We
think that you must stay the weekend here as our guest .."
'OUR GUEST?'
"...
and tomorrow my Brother In Law will come over and talk to you about how you
want to be... er!"
"Want
to what?" It wasn't clear what he was trying to say and I was becoming
confused.
"Going
forward. As our cuckold," he replied.
"Going
forward? What the hell does that mean? It sounds like a bloody business
strategy."
Chris
quickly stepped into the conversation as she could see my confusion and
irritation starting to build.
"You
have options Pete," she said "and we will respect you for whatever
path you choose. And Brian is going to talk to you about how others have
emotionally reconciled their cuckolding with their sense of manliness. The
different paths they have chosen and how they now live their lives."
"I'm
sorry for being clumsy just now Pete," said Geoff, "but it matters
very much to Christine and me that you become settled in this new way of life.
I know it's not going to be easy but I am genuine when I tell you that we want
you to suffer as little cuckold's angst as possible."
"A
contented cuckold you mean," I said; only half joking.
They both
caught my tone and each gave me a half smile. "Something like that,"
Geoff replied, "but Chris and I don't want you as 'a cuckold', we want you
as 'our cuckold'. You would be a much valued part of our relationship."
"How
would that work?" I asked; now very confused.
"You
will have a far better appreciation of your options after you and Brian have
talked," he replied, "and he will advise you if anybody can. He has
been a practising cuckold for the best part of ten years."
'Practising
cuckold? What the hell does that mean?' was the thought that immediately
crossed my mind.
It was late
when we finished discussing me and my new life and, as tired as I was, I was
looking forward to meeting Geoff's Brother in Law. What could he show me that I
couldn't imagine for myself? Lots probably.
It was Geoff
who suggested that the evening chat was at an end and said, "I am going to
get ready for bed. Can I suggest Pete that, as part of your transition, that
you bring Christine up to me in about five minutes time."
"Bring
my Wife to your bedroom. Is that what you mean?"
"For
your own good Pete," he replied, "I have been talking to Brian and he
thinks that is always a good start."
"I see!
And what does Chris do?"
"As
always, nothing that she doesn't want to do," he replied as he left the
room.
I was
sceptical and said so. "Are you sure about this?"
"It
will be fine," she replied confidently, "it's just a little game
really."
'So you want
to play games eh!' I thought as I took a hold of a now silent Christine's
hand and followed her up the stairs to the partially open door to the Master
Bedroom.
"Well,
this it Dear," she said quietly.
'So my Wife
wants me to be a happy cuckold, does she,' I thought to myself as we stopped
outside the door. "So let's give this 'cuckold angst' a try, shall
we?"
At first she
was confused by my reply, that is until I started to undo the buttons on her
blouse. Chris understood immediately and just to hurry matters along, she
flicked open one of the fasteners on her shorts and let them fall to the floor
revealing a tiny black thong. Having eased the blouse from her shoulders I
could feel the heat of arousal coming from her body. My Wife was wanting to be
bedded, that was clear, but it was not with me, it was with her Lover.
"Now
what Pete," asked a now thoroughly amused Christine.
I dropped to
my knees and pressed my lips against the silk triangle of the thong. "This
is what," I replied as I pulled the tiny elastic down across her pretty
round bottom and lowered the flimsy piece of lingerie to the floor.
Her mound of venus was there under my nose, but Chris had been busy; she had shaved herself 'down there' and the effect was one of pure pink beauty.
Without hesitation I
planted a gentle kiss on her mound just to let her know that I was okay with
what she and Geoff had planned for the night.
"That's
nice Dear," she said as I stood up again, "but now it's your turn to
be naked."
"What?"
"Get
those clothes of! All of them! You are spending the night here in this
corridor," she said, "you can go to bed when Geoff and me
sleep."
"How
will I know?"
Christine's
smile was as close to lascivious as her pretty innocent face could achieve.
"You'll know Peter," she said, you'll know."
Within
seconds, my tee shirt, tracksuit bottoms and sandals were off and I stood
before my Wife in my underpants.
"Them
too," she said, pointing at my 'Y Fronts'.
I was
reluctant to be naked for one simple but little reason, and said so.
"I can
see your little erection and it doesn't matter," she said, still pointing
at my groin, "you are here for a reason. Now get them off."
My
underpants fell to the floor and I stood naked before Chris with my little
erection standing proud (if 'proud' is the right word). Without any further
discussion she picked up my clothes and hers and threw them through a nearby
door and locked it.
"Sit in
that small chair tonight and listen to what Geoff and I do for each
other," she said as she pointed to a small armchair that was positioned
close to the bedroom door, "and leave yourself alone. We don't want to
wake up to any sticky mess to be cleaned up."
I looked aggrieved
at this and she noticed as she moved in through the partially open door.
"Now you be a good boy Peter and don't make any noise," she said as
she put her finger to her lips, "Geoff and I don't want to be
disturbed."
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| "Geoff and I don't want to be disturbed." |
I nodded
meekly as Chris closed the bedroom door and then took the place that many
cuckolds have taken. On the outside, listening in to my Wife making love with
her new Boyfriend, so I pulled over the empty chair and sat down.
To be continued.
“Yes! But you will be a cuckold. A man whose Wife has a Boyfriend. A cheated husband.”
“I won’t be cheated will i. I shall know that another man enjoys your little personal treasures. Penetrating you with his manhood and cumming in you. That is what a cuckold has to accept.”
“Wow! You have really thought this out, haven’t you.”
“Of course! So ring your prospective Lover. We may as well get started in our new life.”
“Can i remind you that it’s our bedroom Dear. Just because you now have a six foot six, muscular, handsome Black Lover staying here every night, you shouldn’t assume that it is no longer my bedroom too.”
“Well that’s interesting. Perhaps you would like to take it up with him. He’s a Boxer you know.”
“Perhaps i should wait until tomorrow to raise the matter.”
“Wise decision cucky boy.”
Moment inoubliable pour le mari
............................................................
Very gently, staring at you, she shows you the pleasure she has with her lover....
Unforgettable moment for the husband
It was my Sister Lauren who said to me that the first time I could feel a Black Master's cock enter me, then all sense of decorum and good manners would be forgotten in that wonderful and powerful moment. She told me this because, as we had grown up together it had been me who had been the prudish one, and her the extrovert.
Lauren had married Joshua and, with his encouragement, had become a Daughter of the White Mistress Order three days after their honeymoon. By the time I had walked down the aisle to marry Kevin, Lauren was a favourite bed partner to almost twenty different Black Masters who called for her services regularly. She was busy pleasuring such men for four nights every week, so knew a thing or two about Black Masters' mating equipment.
Kevin took some convincing to accept that I wanted to progress my devotion to the Natural Order and follow in my Sister's footsteps, but was less worried when I told him that I wanted to join the WMO. He said that it was a small price to pay for my happiness.
I remember the first time that I lay back and opened my legs for my first Master. Until that moment, all I had known was Kevin's little 'cotton reel' sized willy, but the very moment that the hard dark rod of my new Lover entered me I knew Lauren's words were so very, very, true.
The following morning, after my new Master had left, I told Kevin that I had a present for him. As I snapped the lock closed and took the key from his little cage, he said ...
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| ... "Oh f*ck!" |
Part Four - Playing Cupid
Christine
had put all my favourites into the salad she had left in the refrigerator.
Crayfish tails, Bavarian smoked cheese, her special home-made coleslaw, cherry
tomatoes and lovely crunchy lettuce; all washed down with half a bottle of
chilled white wine. She can be very thoughtful that way.
As I sat
with the tray of food on my lap watching yet more rubbish from our so-called
'finest television service in the world' (the BBC), I became painfully more
aware of my increasing sense of loneliness. Chris's empty chair beside my own,
where she would normally be sharing the warm glow of our fire, seemed to make
the house hollow and unwelcoming; I missed her genial and amusing
companionship. I was miserable without her and I had lost my appetite; the wine
however was very welcome.
Unable to
eat, I put the tray and the uneaten portions of food in the kitchen and went
back to the lounge to try and relax position in front of the television. The sights and
sounds coming from the large flat screen in the corner washed over me unseen
and unheard, because all I could think of was the implications of my Wife dating
another man. So I switched the television off.
The short
dress she had put on for her date with Geoff, and the pretty lingerie
underneath had been worn for a purpose. Not that she needed to, but it was a
deliberate move on her part to make herself more attractive and desirable. Well
what did I expect? She had made it very plain that she thought he was a 'hunk
of a man'.
I don't know
if other husbands whose Wives date other men, do what I started to experience that
night - I daydreamed about them together. At first I visualized her in his car
chatting to him as a friend as he drove, and answering his questions about my
frame of mind before she left. "He was fine," she would say, and she
would be right because I had made a special effort not to sound negative about
her date.
A quiet
dinner in a select restaurant after a few drinks was my guess and suddenly I
could see them, in my mind's eye, talking intimately, their hands reaching
across the table to each other. I could imagine her face, soft and beautiful in
the candle-light, her eyes once more shining with desire, or was it something
more emotional? With breasts straining at the halter to her dress, her nipples
standing proud through the thin silky fabric indicating her deep attraction to
this vital and good-looking man. They would be the most beautiful couple
in the room and all others would look at them and know that they would soon be
Lovers, if not so already.
Maybe there
was a combo in front of a small dance floor playing romantic songs. I could
picture them taking a slow dance; his arms around her tiny waist and hers
around his neck, their bodies pressed together. Geoff would be enjoying the
feel of her warm, lithe body against his; her breasts pushing against his manly
chest.
What would
she do if his hand went down her back and pressed gently onto her sweet round
arse? I already knew the answer to that, she would push herself even harder
against his body in response. Christine would love the feel of his strong body
and the appreciable, but not too obvious, sensation of the bulge of his
masculinity against her hips.
So while
lost in the feeling of yearning for him, it would only be natural for my
Wife to lift her head and search for his lips. The initial touch would be
gentle, but Geoff would tell almost immediately that she wanted more and their
first passionate kiss would happen right there on the dance floor. And both
would know that it would be the first passionate kiss of many.
On and on my
imagination continued as I sat alone in my darkened room. I could see them both
together, kissing and petting like teenagers in his big car. Chris would be
putty in his hands - willing putty no doubt, but she would be his beautiful toy
for the evening. And to my horror, the very thought of her being his 'pretty
toy' had caused my little penis to grow and stiffen inside my trousers and
underpants. I had enjoyed what I had conjured up in my head, much to my
shame.
'Do all
cuckolds do this,' I thought. 'Possibly? Probably? Some? All?' It was
unsettling. Perhaps it is inevitable that a hubby envisions what his Wife and
her Lover will do when they are alone together. Maybe it's natural. And maybe
the 'cuckold marriage' way of life is natural too.
My tiny pink shrimp was still standing proud when I heard his Bently pull onto my drive, the lights of the car extinguished and then there was silence and darkness ouside. It was also dark in the room so I knew that if I pulled the curtains slightly to one side I would be able to see the car and its occupants.
It was hard
to make out at first but then it became clear that Geoff's and Christine's
heads were very close together, so close that it was plain to me that they were
not conversing - they were kissing. Not just a touch of the lips but a full,
deep tonguing kiss that passionate Lovers give to each other; it was the kind
of kiss that makes promises of more deeper intimacy in the future.
Until that
moment, the idea of being cuckolded by my Wife had just been theory, something
that may happen in the future but now I could see the reality. Christine was
going to say yes to him and Geoff was going to have her, and he was going to enjoy her body sooner, not later. And with that very thought, my little extended
penis became as a rock-like lump in my groin.
As my eyes
grew accustomed to the dark I could clearly make out Christine's arms around
Geoff's neck as they kissed, but his were nowhere to be seen. Were they
somewhere out of sight? Was he intimately exploring my Wife's body with her
full consent and encouragement? Had she told him that she wanted his hands on
her, to sample the delights to which she would soon willingly give him full and
unrestricted access?
All these
questions, and more, I wanted to know the answer to. Or did I? Perhaps I wanted
Chris to tell me without me asking.
The kiss
eventually broke and with a little shimmy of her body Chris rearranged her
dress while still in the passenger seat - no doubt readjusting her lingerie
back to where it should be on her pretty arse. Then with a quick kiss on
Geoff's left cheek she opened the door of the car and got out. A wave to him as
he pulled away and then she was in the front door of our house. She was home,
and the dreaded text on my phone had not been received; I wasn't a cuckold, at
least not yet.
"You
haven't eaten your supper," she said when she saw my half-full plate of
food in the kitchen. It only took one look at me for her to understand the type
of evening I had, "Oh Pete, you mustn't pine for me when I am with
Geoff," she said as she swept the food into the organics waste bin,
"you will only feel miserable. Wouldn't it be better if you were happy for
me to have a Boyfriend. Didn't the three of us discuss this on Sunday and agree
that he and I would go on dates together."
"It's
just that the reality is so much different to the theory," I replied
weakly, "and all I can think about is you with him."
"I'm
sorry Pete," she replied with her voice full of sympathy, "but once I
am sure that he is serious about me, I won't be coming home at all after our
dates. So perhaps reality should bite sooner than later."
"I saw you kissing him just now. That was real wasn't it."
"It was
Dear. Geoff said that you probably would watch us," she replied as she
took my hand and led me upstairs again. "He said that it was quite normal
for a cuckold to spy on his Wife and her Lover."
In the
bedroom, Chris asked me to undress her, which was a duty I was happy to comply
with. She was naked within three minutes and lay on her back on the bed with
her long white legs spread apart.
"You
know the drill Pete," she said as she raised her arse off the bed to offer
her pussy up to my lips and tongue, "so let's make this our post-date
ritual between you and me."
"You
wanted him tonight didn't you," I said as I stepped out of my 'Y Fronts'.
"I did!
How can you tell."
"A hubby always knows," I replied as I buried my face into her pussy that was red, wet and swollen from the unrequited desire for penetration by Geoff's large manhood.
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| "A hubby always knows," |
Chris
refused my offer to repeat our extended little piece of perversion from Sunday
night and was happy with just my tongue providing the service I know she likes.
And afterwards, we both slept like lambs.
The next
morning, the roads from Guildford to Leatherhead were better than usual so I
made it into work with ten minutes to spare. As I walked in through the main
door, the Duty Receptionist in the Entrance Hall called me over. "Hi
Pete," she said. "The Boss asked me to tell you to go straight to his
office when you arrive."
'Oh Christ,'
I thought, 'maybe he's got the hump over me spying on him and Chris last
night.'
I need not
have worried, Geoff was waiting for me with a big smile on his face and with an
expansive gesture, he waved me to one of his office soft chairs. I sat down
like the good employee that I am, and waited.
"Christine
and I had such a good time last night and I want you to know that nothing
happened between us that would cause you grief," he said.
"Apart
from the kissing," I remarked.
"Oh you
saw that, did you?"
"You
know I did."
"I
didn't realise just how passionate Chris could be," he remarked,
while brushing aside my comment and clearly forgetting that he was talking to
the Lady's husband.
"That's
good to know Geoff," I said, as I stood up to leave, "but was there
something else you wanted to discuss. George and me have a meeting with the
Union in twenty minutes.
"Oh
sorry Pete," he exclaimed in apology, "It's just that I have to attend
an Environmental Meeting at the London Guildhall tomorrow evening. I was hoping
that I could take Christine along with me. It may be a bit boring for her, but
I would appreciate her company."
It was a
little too soon for comfort after their date the nignt before but I knew that
Chris, being a closet environmentalist, would like to go. I had to give him an
answer.
"Okay
Geoff," I replied, "I shall ask her tonight. If she says yes - then
it's yes. If she says no - then no it is. It's her decision."
"You
can't say fairer than that Pete," replied a very happy Geoff.
And then it
dawned on me. 'He's already asked her,' I realised, 'and she has said yes.'
The rest of
the day I spent with tedious idiots nitpicking over salary levels for our
cleaners and holiday pay. Five o'clock couldn't come fast enough.
I had a
headache by the time I arrived home and was in no mood for games. "So what
are you going to wear on Thursday?" I asked grumpily as Chris laid out the
table for dinner.
She stopped
what she was doing and looked at me, so realising that I had had a bad day
decided not to play at being coy about her date on Thursday.
"Something
smart but attractive," she replied, "but I haven't said yes to
him."
I was
annoyed at her obfuscation and the words just fell out of my mouth before I had
thought about the implications. "Of course you are going to say yes Chris.
You're in love with him."
Her face
coloured up like a red stop light at my tetchy reply, but there was no doubt
at all that what I had said had affected her deeply.
"I
hadn't realised," she said.
"What!"
I replied, "that you're in love with him?"
"No! I didn't realise that you knew."
I was
offended that Chris thought that I couldn't see that she was falling for Geoff,
so once again my tone was less than friendly when I said, "I may not be
Captain Fantastic like him, but even I can recognize the 'bleedin obvious'
Chris."
Her bottom
lip started to tremble at my sharp retort and I could see that she was trying
to hold back tears as she finished cooking our supper and then put it on the
table.
We had
nearly finished our food when she opened up her thoughts to me. "I
shouldn't be saying these things to you Pete. You're my husband, but you seem
to want to know everything."
"That's
what I already said, didn't I," I interjected.
"I'm in
such a quandary Pete," she continued, "Geoff is such wonderful
company. The perfect date in fact. But a girl likes to feel wanted emotionally
as well as physically. I'm just wondering if the pain of his divorce has left
him a charming but cold shell of a man."
I was confused.
"You've only been on two dates. So what are you saying?" I asked.
"That's
true enough," she replied, "but we have been meeting regularly on
Sunday in Waitrose. We have often had a long chat in their coffe bar, so I know
him a little more than you think."
This
revelation that Chris and Geoff had been meeting regularly in a supermarket and
had been getting to know each other hit me like a brick. "Why didn't you
say?"
"It was
all very innocent. We were just friends, that is, until he asked me to go to
the dinner party with him," Chris replied. "So now I would like
to hear from him just what he feels about me. Does he just want a pretty
companion, or does he want someone to be in his life?"
I hadn't
realised just how deep her feelings were. She is my Wife after all and above
everything, I cared that she was happy.
"To be
his Lover you mean."
She
nodded.
"Well
only he can answer that," I replied noncommitently. But I also had a plan.
I didn't
sleep well that night. I was determined to make sure that my Wife was not being
taken for a ride. It was risky, and my plan had many dangers and whatever the
outcome, someone was going to be very happy and someone was going to suffer
humiliation.
Geoff's car
was already parked in his 'CEO' slot and I was early for work too. Tina, his PA
wasn't in so I just knocked on his glass door and walked in.
"Just
to let you know Geoff, that Chris will go with you tonight," I said as I
stood in the doorway.
"That's
good Pete," he replied, his eyebrows narrowing at my unusually offhand
attitude, "but is there something I should be aware of?"
"I'm
the Lady's husband, so it really isn't for me to say," I replied.
"But
say it anyway please Pete."
"Do you
know what is meant by that old saying, 'she's just another notch on his
bedpost'," I asked him.
Geoff
understood immediately and looked alarmed at what I had said. "Christ!
That's not what this is about. I adore her," he exclaimed. He was
immediately embarrassed as he realised what he had just said to me. Looking up
into my face he said, "I'm sorry Pete, you should be the last person I
tell that to."
"And I
should be the last person to tell you to tell her what you just told me,"
I replied. And with that message passed, I left a worried Geoff sat in his big
CEO's chair frantically dialling my home number as I went back to my office.
The rest of
the day was spent writing up reports on the previous day's nonsense with the
unions. In my view, my direct Boss, George, had been too generous with the
Company's money. But then I had only just been told in the last few days that
George is generous with his Wife too, so who was I to stand in judgement of
'Generous George'. I had just given another man advice on how to seduce my own
Wife.
Chris was in
the bathroom with her hair in a towel when I arrived home that evening. She was
preparing for her date with Geoff, that was plain, but there was something else
in her mood that told me that last night's insecurity was a thing of the past.
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| ... last night's insecurity was a thing of the past. |
"What
have you been up to Pete?" she asked me as she removed the towel and
started to blow dry her hair.
"I
don't know what you mean," I lied when she switched the hair dryer off for
a moment.
"What
did you say to Geoff?" she said, before switching the noisy blower on
again.
"Nothing
much. I just happened to mention that you were feeling a
little insecure. That's all."
She had
finished blow-drying her lovely blond hair when she turned to me and said,
"Well you had no right to interfere. But thank you anyway because he
phoned me this morning and we had a long chat."
"Did
you Dear," I replied innocently, "what about?"
“About me
being his permanent Lady in his life of course,” she replied - her face
colouring at the thought.
“You mean he
wants you as his Mistress,” I said, “is that it?”
Chris looked
slightly wary as she replied. It was clearly an answer that would affect us
both. “He said that you had made him realise just how much I meant to
him,” she said, watching my reaction closely, “and that he had developed strong
feelings for me.”
“That’s
nice,” I said sarcastically, “And did he tell you that he loves you.”
“That’s
between him and me Pete.”
“Did he?”
Her voice
quavered at her one word reply. “Yes!”
“And of
course you told him the same.” I said.
“Yes!
Naturally.”
“Well no
surprises there then,” I commented.
Her tiny
panties were halfway up her long legs when something stopped her. “Did you do
that on purpose Pete?”
“What do you
mean?”
“You know
damn-well what I mean,” she replied. “You went to Geoff this morning and forced
the issue. You went to make sure that he wasn’t playing games with me. Didn’t
you!”
It was time
to be honest with Chris. “Well what if I did,” I replied, as she stepped into
the pretty and revealing dress she was to wear that night, “I have known since
we were first married that one day you would want better than I could provide
in the bedroom. It’s just taken longer than I thought it would; much to your
credit."
"So
you, as my husband, thought you would play Cupid for Geoff and me," she
said as she balanced on one leg to fastened her shoe.
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| "So you, as my husband, thought you would play Cupid for Geoff and me," |
"I just
wanted the matter setttled, and I couldn't bear the
thought of my Wife being messed about."
Chris had
appliedher most expensive perfume which made my head swim by it's powerful
bouquet as she enveloped me in her arms. "Don't ever forget that I love
you," she said softly into my ear.
As she
pulled away from me to fetch her coat, Geoff's car drew up outside.
"Your
dress," I said.
"What
about it?"
"That's
a little wild for an Environment meeting at the Guildhall isn't it?" I
commented.
"Oh
we've changed our minds Pete," she replied, "we are going to find
somewhere quiet and intimate instead, to discuss our futures."
"Well
what about me Chris? Don't I have a say?" Was my plaintif and foolish
request as she went through the front door.
"I said
our futures Pete," she replied, "Geoff's, mine and yours."
"What
do you mean by that?" I asked.
But there
was no answer. The car door shut and I was left gazing at red tail lights
disappearing down the road.
Christine's
Chilli Con Carne is something that she cooks beautifully and she had left a
good sized portion in the refrigerator. All I had to do was peel back the tray
lid and microwave for four minutes - supper was ready.
In the same
way that I had spent the two previous evenings when she had been out on a date
with Geoff, I sat in the dark forking spicy meat, rice and kidney beans into my
mouth without tasting. I was thinking about her with him. But this time it was
different. She was different, Geoff was different and so help me, so was I.
This time I kept my mobile phone close to me. Would I recieve the dreaded 'I SAID YES,'
text? What would my life be like if I did?
I picked my
phone up a dozen times that evening, but there was nothing from Chris. At last,
fed up with looking, I put it down on Christine's empty chair and drifted off
into another daydream of my Wife lying naked in Geoff's bed.
To be
continued
"Yes! I have been patiently lying here thinking of you with Jackson. But I must have fallen asleep at about three o'clock."
"Were you wondering how my date went?"
"Of course!"
"Well we had a couple of drinks and then went back to his place. We have been making love for most of the night. His big old rod was plunging into me for hours on end. I felt so honoured to know that he felt my body was good enough for his seed. In such quantities too."
"That's good for a husband to know, my Love. And did he drive you home as arranged."
"Yes! Why do you ask?"
"I expect that his 'big rod' had one more 'plunge' before you got out of his car just now."
"Ah! I understand. You watched us. So enjoy yourself Dear, ...
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| ... you deserve a delicious present for your patience." |
Finding his Wife in bed with her Master and being told that she is now carrying his child can be devastating for an unsuspecting husband. But for a True Cuckold, it can be one of life's finer moments.