The Empty Chair - Part Five

 

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.

.., 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.

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.

'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."

"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.