A Cuckold Story Ch 08 12

Chapter 8

The night after I agreed to let Cheryl fuck other men, I didn't sleep a wink and the next day at work I was filled with apprehension. Should I call it off? Should I tell Cheryl I'd made a mistake and couldn't stomach the idea of her sleeping with other guys? My mind was a blur, but when I got home that evening Cheryl had a nice dinner planned and we chatted amiably without any reference to the monumental decisions we had made the night before.

As it turned out, I was scheduled to head out to Washington DC that Wednesday morning for client meetings and I was planning to be back home on Friday night. Cheryl hadn't mentioned anything about any plans to visit Denver, but then again, she was anxious to take advantage of her new freedom and she could just as easily hook up with someone from her gym, or elsewhere. And as I drove to the airport, I was filled with anxiety at what she might get up to while I was gone.

After I checked into my hotel, I immediately called Cheryl only to have my call go unanswered. That was not unusual as it was still early and perhaps, she had just gone out with friends or to the gym. However, when nobody picked up the phone when I called later that night, I began to suspect something might be up. Although I was excited at the prospect that my wife might be taking advantage of our new arrangement, I was more than a little upset that she'd already broken one of the first rules we established in not telling me in advance. That night, I slept fitfully at best and although I was disappointed that my wife would so callously disregard the rules this early on, I did end up masturbating just fantasizing what she might be up to.

The client meetings the next day were a blur as all I could think about was what Cheryl might be doing. I had left a message on both her work telephone and our home phone but so far, I hadn't received a response. This was in the days before cell phones and so even if she'd wanted to get in touch with me, the only way to do so would be to leave a message at my hotel. And when the final meeting concluded, I rushed back to my room and was thrilled to see the red light blinking on the phone indicating that someone had left a message. As soon as I saw the light I rushed to the phone and played back the message. What I heard stiffened my dick immediately as I listened to Cheryl, in her best sugary sweet voice cooing, "Hey Baby. I'm sorry I didn't get your call yesterday, but I decided to head out to Denver to see my friend. I would have called sooner but we've been...", and here she hesitated for a second and then giggled, "busy." My dick was rock hard as Cheryl continued, "I'm going to be here for a couple of days, and I'll be home Saturday. I hope your meetings are going well. Love you."

It took all my willpower not to strip off my pants and start masturbating right then and there. But, unfortunately, I had a business dinner that night with my boss and one of our clients and so instead I jumped in the shower, making sure the temperature was cold enough to wilt my erection and then proceeded to get dressed for dinner.

We had planned to meet our client at a nearby bar for a drink and to then have dinner at a well-known restaurant. However, I can't say I remember much of the evening as my thoughts continually drifted to my wife and the Colorado Guy. From Cheryl's descriptions I knew he was muscular and fit, and she had frequently commented on his stamina and sexual prowess. I had no doubt that my wife was loving having this stud between her legs and when the dinner was finally over and we'd said our goodbyes, I rushed to my room where I stripped off my clothes and took my dick in my hand. Knowing my wife was fucking and sucking another guy was an aphrodisiac like no other. Sure, I'd jacked off plenty of times fantasizing about Paula or Monique with other guys, and I'd masturbated incessantly when I'd first discovered Cheryl's cheating, but this was different. I now was complicit in my wife's infidelity. Cheryl, the woman to whom I had pledged undying loyalty and love, till death do us part, was now, at that very moment, likely welcoming the Colorado Guy's thick shaft deep into her juicy pussy with my consent and approval. These thoughts overwhelmed my senses and it was only a matter of seconds before I was moaning, "Ahhrrgg", as I felt an electric jolt run through my body and my dick began pumping out semen, coating my hand and my stomach! I continued to stroke my dick through my climax, shuddering in what was probably the best orgasm I'd ever had.

I laid on the bed for what must have been fifteen minutes or so, the come drying on my hand and penis, as I contemplated what my wife and I had just done. Cheryl was now fucking another man with my complete approval and support. And as for me, I had just masturbated to an incredible orgasm just picturing this stud between my wife's legs, her feet kicking wildly, as he brought her to climax after climax. This was new territory for us and although I had just enjoyed an incredible orgasm, I now wished my wife was lying beside me, reassuring me that she still loved me and that we would always be soulmates.

Like the night before, I didn't sleep well, and I ended up masturbating once more while imagining what Cheryl and the Colorado Guy might be doing. I had a flight out the next morning and I arrived back in San Francisco in the early afternoon and made my way home. The house seemed so empty without Cheryl and as I unpacked my bags, I couldn't help but wonder if we were doing the right thing. I busied myself around the house for several hours when I heard the phone ringing. Hoping it might be my wife I rushed to answer it and sure enough I heard her sweet voice, cooing, "Hi Mike. I wanted to make sure you got home okay."

After assuring Cheryl that I was fine, I asked, "So how are you doing? Are you having fun?"

My wife just giggled, "Yeah, Baby. I'm having a wonderful time. I'm going to have lots of good stories for you when I get home."

My dick stiffened at hearing this and I couldn't help myself as I begged her to tell me what they'd been up to.

Cheryl giggled again as she then teased, "Sorry Baby. You'll have to wait until I get home, I don't have time right now. The Colorado Guy's gone to the store to get some food and wine and he wants me to get dressed up while he's gone."

I stammered, "Um, what do you mean, dressed up?"

My wife continued in her teasing voice as she cooed, "Yeah Sweetie. You know that blue bustier you bought me last year? I brought it with me and since we're staying in tonight, he wants me to wear it tonight while I cook him dinner. Pretty hot, huh?"

My mouth was dry, and my heart was fluttering as I recalled how beautiful Cheryl had looked in the blue bustier with black trim. She'd tried it on the day I gave it to her, so I knew It came with attached garters and matching g-string panties, but she hadn't worn it since. As I pictured my wife in this sexy outfit, I couldn't help but timidly ask, "Um, Sweetie. What shoes are you wearing with it?"

My wife giggled at my question as we both share a bit of a shoe fetish as she breathlessly cooed, "I'm not sure yet, but I think I'm going to wear my BCBG black pumps with the ankle straps. They won't fall off when we...", she hesitated for a second before breathlessly continuing, "fuck."

The way Cheryl had used the word "fuck" was so incredibly brash and it struck a chord with me. My wife was in Colorado not to make love, or to have sex, but to "fuck.". And not only that, she was there to "fuck" a man that had all the attributes that I lacked. He was tall, muscled, and handsome with a cock at least twice the size of mine and the stamina and skills to use it properly. He was going to "fuck" my bride until she was completely and utterly satisfied and then, and only then, was she going to return home to me, her faithful, loving, but sexually inadequate, husband. Just the thought of my wife fucking this man had my dick standing at attention and I started to fondle myself through my pants. I was about to tell Cheryl how much I loved her when she suddenly dropped the teasing tone and declared, "Hey, I better get going Mike. He'll be back any second and I need to get dressed. Love you." I then heard the click of the phone and I felt all alone once again.

I was sorely tempted to jack off, but I decided that I had better cut back on my masturbation if I hoped to have anything left for when Cheryl returned home the next day. Instead, I began to clean the house. This would become something of a ritual over time and to this day whenever my wife is out on a date, I take it upon myself to scrub the kitchen and baths, do the laundry and generally make sure the house is as clean as a whistle. This first time, however, I was besieged by doubts as I tided up the house. How could I ever compete with a man like the Colorado Guy? Would Cheryl still see me as a man now that I voluntarily relinquished my husbandly rights to her body? As I pondered these questions, I tried to turn my attention to the tasks at hand and I scrubbed the kitchen and baths like they had never been cleaned before. Next, I made sure all the laundry was washed, folded, and put away. I finally turned my attention to Cheryl's hamper containing clothes that needed hand washing. I then spent a good hour carefully washing my wife's lacy lingerie and other delicate items before laying them out on towels to dry.

I didn't finish my tasks until well into the night and when I finally made it to bed it was almost one in the morning. Despite my intention to hold off on my masturbation sessions, I couldn't help but start fondling myself as I lay in bed. Visions of my wife laying on the Colorado Guy's bed, her blue bustier cinched up around her waist, her stocking clad legs pulled up providing easy access to her bare pussy, while her sexy high heels pointed towards the ceiling all combined to have me coming within no more than a couple of minutes as I pumped my dick. Unlike the last two nights, this time after enjoying another fantastic orgasm, I fell into a deep sleep and I only awoke the next morning at around eight.

When I awoke, I immediately turned to my wife's side of the bed only to be reminded that she would be waking up in another man's bed that morning. But nevertheless, I was filled with happiness to know that later that day she would be home, and in my arms again. I wasn't sure what time she would be home and so I made sure to shower, shave and put on a nice shirt and pants before making up the bed in preparation for welcoming my wife back home. I waited until almost noon, before the phone rang and it was Cheryl calling from the Denver airport.

"Hi Honey. I'll be home in a couple of hours. Did you miss me?", she cooed into the phone.

Hearing her voice, my heart burst with happiness as I told her how much I loved her and how I had missed her tremendously.

"I missed you too, Baby. I can't wait to get home. I've got a lot to tell you", replied Cheryl before telling me they were starting to board her plane and she'd better get going.

After saying our goodbyes, I realized that Cheryl wouldn't be home for at least several hours and so I decided to run out and pick up some flowers as well as some food for dinner. I bought my wife's favorite, salmon filets along with some green beans and salad makings before selecting a bottle of Cheryl's favorite Chardonnay. And when I returned home from the store, I put away the food, arranged the flowers in one of my wife's favorite vases and then began waiting impatiently on the couch for her to arrive.

While waiting for Cheryl I realized that I desperately needed to see her face to face. I wanted, no, needed to hold her in my arms. To tell her how much I loved her and never wanted to live without her. And I needed to have her tell me that she loved me. Having masturbated incessantly for the past several days, I had not only drained every drop of semen from my balls, but every ounce of my self-confidence as well. I was feeling vulnerable and I needed my wife to assure me that she still loved me despite having spent the last three days in the bed of another man.

I sat there on the couch for a half an hour before I realized that my longings weren't going to overcome the laws of physics and it would be at least another hour before she arrived home. And so, I decided to keep myself busy by straightening up Cheryl's closet. I chose this task on purpose so that I could fully immerse myself in my wife's aura. The smell of Cheryl's perfume, the sensuous feel of her clothing and the sight of her sexy collection of high heel shoes all combined to make me ache for her presence. And when I had finished arranging everything perfectly, I returned to the couch to anxiously await the return of my queen.

This time, I didn't have long to wait, and I eventually heard her car in the driveway and the click of her heels as she walked up to the front door. And when she opened the door, I was witness to the most beautiful woman in the world entering the house. Cheryl was wearing a simple, light sundress and a pair of high heel slides, but she could have been wearing a potato sack, she looked so alluring. I rushed to her and embraced her immediately, greeting her with a wet kiss and telling her how much I loved her.

For her part, Cheryl returned my kiss and told me that she loved me and missed me. I was ecstatic hearing these words and I couldn't help but squeeze her tight once again and place another wet kiss on her red lips. Eventually, we moved apart, and Cheryl asked if I could get her bag out of her car. I immediately rushed out to the car and retrieved her bag and then carried it to our bedroom. Cheryl was waiting there when I returned with her bag and she looked at me with a shy smile as she sweetly asked, "Are you still okay with everything? You're not mad at me, are you?"

"No, No! Not at all!", I exclaimed as I went on to tell Cheryl that while I had missed her intensely, I understood that she needed this in her life and that I was fine.

Cheryl broke into a wide grin at my response as she enthusiastically replied, "That's so great to hear. I was worried you might have second thoughts. I love that you're okay with me having a boyfriend. You're such a Sweetheart." She then told me that she had had a fantastic time with the Colorado Guy and promised to tell me all about it later.

I had to admit, several days of great sex had given my wife a glow that I'd not seen in ages. She positively radiated contentment and I realized it was not just my love for Cheryl that made her so radiant, it was the look of a completely satisfied woman. A woman who had enjoyed the pleasures of sex with a handsome, virile man and was not left wanting. Seeing my wife in this light, I fell in love with her all over again and I knew that I could never stand in the way of her seeking out the attentions of other men if this was the effect it had on her.

We didn't really discuss her time with the Colorado Guy until later that evening as we were preparing for bed. When Cheryl had promised to tell me all about her trip, I took her at her word and didn't want to badger her for details. But as we slipped into bed, I couldn't help myself as I asked, "Honey, can you tell me a little about your time in Denver?"

My wife got a dreamy look on her face as she replied, "Oh Sweetie, it was really good. He picked me up at the airport and we were planning to go for a late lunch, but we were both so horny that we just went back to his house. He took off my clothes as soon as we closed the door and I almost came when he felt my pussy."

My dick was rock hard hearing this and I wanted to imagine the events exactly as they transpired as I asked, "What were you wearing?"

Cheryl giggled, "You know that black XOXO suit you like so much? The one that I had shortened and can't really wear to work anymore? I wore that with thigh highs and my Chinese Laundry platform shoes. And I know it's naughty, but I didn't wear panties or a bra so when he stripped me all I had on was my shoes and thigh highs."

I moaned in lust as I pictured Cheryl with the Colorado Guy, his thick cock pressing against the crotch of his pants as my naughty little wife pranced around in next to nothing. Cheryl then continued, telling me that while she started to drop to her knees to suck him, he had other ideas and just lifted her up in his arms like she weighed nothing at all and then carried her to his bedroom where he placed her on the bed and hurriedly stripped off his clothes. She said his cock was rock hard and without any foreplay whatsoever, he climbed up between my wife's legs and slipped his rod into her moist pussy. Cheryl said that normally it would have taken a while to work a cock this big into her pussy but she was so wet that he buried it to the hilt in one stroke and she started coming the minute he began to pump in and out.

Hearing this, I marveled at the fact that this guy could give my wife an orgasm in the missionary position. I had long since learned that if I wanted to get Cheryl off while making love, she needed to be on top where she could rub her clit against my pubic mound. But with the Colorado Guy, and most other guys I later learned, his thicker cock stimulated her clitoris in the missionary position, and she would routinely orgasm while he thrust into her pussy.

Cheryl continued her graphic description of her encounter until I couldn't take it anymore. I moved up on top of my wife, my stiff penis aching for relief, as I gently inserted myself into her well fucked pussy and began to thrust in and out. Unlike the Colorado Guy, however, within less than a minute I cried out in orgasm as I began pumping my seed into my wife.

My wife didn't seem to mind my premature ejaculation and I suppose that after her marathon sessions with the Colorado Guy she had pretty much had all the sex she needed for a while. Nevertheless, I apologized for my lack of stamina as she held me in arms assuring me that she didn't mind and telling me that she'd loved it anyway.

When I eventually rolled off my wife, she looked at me with a sexy grin and said, "I'll tell you the rest of it later, okay? But only if you tell me what you were doing while I was gone."

I didn't quite understand what she meant as I started to tell her that she knew I was in meetings, but Cheryl then cut me off, saying, "No, I mean at night when you were in your room. Did you play with yourself?"

Now, masturbation is somewhat of a personal thing and despite the fact the it was my wife asking me, I blushed bright red as I bashfully confessed, "Yeah, I masturbated every night."

"I knew it!", exclaimed Cheryl as she then went on to ply me with questions. "How many times did you jerk off? What were you thinking about? Did you get jealous knowing I was with another guy?" I tried to answer as truthfully as possible and I explained how I'd had my dick in my hand almost continuously imagining her in all sorts of erotic positions with her boyfriend. Cheryl seemed really pleased with my confessions as she cooed, "Oh my God, Mike. I love that you played with yourself thinking about me. That's so horny. I love it." She then leaned over to give me a kiss before saying, "I really need to get some sleep, though. I'm beat."

We both slept well that night and over the next couple of weeks I was able to hear the rest of my wife's three nights with the Colorado Guy. At times, my insecurities would resurface after hearing how he had fucked my wife to a series of orgasms, or how he was constantly fingering her asshole, something she always refused me. But for the most part, Cheryl was the same sweet, loving woman I'd married, and she reassured me continuously that she loved me dearly.

Chapter 9

It was almost two weeks to the day that Cheryl had gone to see the Colorado Guy that I returned home from work to find my wife fixing a wonderful dinner. She had the table set up and a bottle of Chardonnay was chilling and when I asked what was the occasion, Cheryl gave me guilty smile, asking, "Well, I was just wondering if you'd mind if I spent Memorial Day weekend with the Colorado Guy in Las Vegas?"