A Cuckold Story Ch 17 20

Chapter 17

As my wife settled into a routine with her four lovers, I started to feel a sense of normalcy in our marriage. Now, I'm sure that most men wouldn't consider it "normal" to have their wife regularly dating and fucking other men, but for me, it was a welcome change from Cheryl's promiscuity during her "slut years." But despite feeling that I knew all my wife's various idiosyncrasies, there was one trait that I did not fully appreciate and that was her issues with jealousy. And I learned this the hard way following a Christmas party hosted by a co-worker of Cheryl's.

It had all started innocently enough in that we had planned to make an appearance at the party and then head home early. But when we arrived, we noticed there were quite a few more people than we had expected, and the party was in full swing. Lynn, my wife's co-worker, had even arranged a small dance area in the living room and liquor was flowing freely. Because my wife knew many of her other co-workers she was soon flitting about the party, joking, and carrying on as I stood awkwardly by myself near the bar. Before long, Cheryl was dancing with some of the other women and then the braver men moved in and I watched as my wife alternated dancing with several different men over the course of about an hour.

Now, I'm no stranger to watching my wife dance and flirt at a parties or nightclubs and I can't even count the number of times I've stood at the edge of a dance floor, uncomfortably holding my wife's purse or drink as she dances with other men. But usually in these situations I'm either ignored completely, or I'm seen as a pariah, the pussy-whipped husband who is oblivious to his wife's flirtatious behavior. However, this night as I stood there awkwardly, watching my wife dance with one man after another, I suddenly noticed that a short, somewhat overweight, blonde woman had moved next to me and was also watching the dance floor.

When this woman saw me glance in her direction, she introduced herself as Kim. Kim was one of Lynn's neighbors and as we got to talking, I learned that she had recently divorced. One thing led to another and before long Kim and I were chatting like old friends as we idly watched the dancers. Although Cheryl had been involved in several steamy dances, I didn't think she would go too far with so many of her co-workers present and so I just continued my conversation with Kim, never hinting that the sexy woman shimmying on the dance floor was my wife.

I had to admit, it was nice to talk with Kim and although not beautiful in a traditional sense, she would have been kind of cute if she lost some pounds and dolled herself up. Kim was an elementary schoolteacher and with her mousy blond hair, baggy sweater, knee length skirt and complete lack of make-up, she looked every bit the part. However, it had been so long that a woman had taken any interest in me that I was hanging on her every word and when Kim reached out and touched my arm in an obvious flirtatious gesture, I found myself blushing and stammering like a schoolboy.

I think that Kim found my shy response to her flirtations to be appealing and when she asked me whether I wanted to dance, I almost forgot Cheryl's rule about me dancing with other women. But as Kim grasped my hand and attempted to lead me to the dance floor, I caught myself, telling Kim, "I'm not much of a dancer. Thanks anyway."

Unfortunately, it seems that Cheryl witnessed this little episode and seeing Kim and I locked in conversation, she stormed over to where we were standing and snapped, "We need to go, Mike."

That was it, no introductions, no small talk, but from her tone, I knew Cheryl was pissed off and so I quickly said goodbye to Kim and then hurried to grab our coats before escorting my wife out to the car. As soon as I had closed the car door, Cheryl spat out, "Who's your girlfriend?"

"You mean Kim? She not my girlfriend. We were just talking.", was all I could respond as I could plainly see that my wife was livid.

"I can't even leave you alone at a party and you start flirting with another girl. I thought you loved me.", angrily scolded Cheryl.

I could see that I wasn't really getting anywhere but I tried anyway as I replied, "I do love you. We were just talking."

Cheryl didn't say anything in response as we drove the rest of the way home in silence. But when we entered the house, Cheryl marched straight to our bedroom, snapping, "You can sleep in the guest room!"

With the way my wife was acting, I knew better than to protest and I started to head down the hall when she hissed, "So you like fat blondes?"

My wife was obviously filled with rage as I stopped and replied, "No, no, it's not like that. Not at all. I was just talking to ..."

I couldn't even finish my sentence as Cheryl screamed, "I can't believe you were flirting with that bitch right in front of me! And in front of my friends, too! How could you embarrass me like that?"

Now, Cheryl had been grinding against more than one man out on the dance floor and after each dance, she'd sensually embrace her partner and give them a big sloppy kiss. However, that was Cheryl being Cheryl and I knew my wife had a double standard when it came to me as I pleaded, "I'm sorry, Sweetheart. I wasn't flirting with Kim. I was just talking. I promise."

Cheryl just sneered at me before telling me, "I'm going to bed!" as she slammed the door to our bedroom behind me. Once I was ensconced in the guest room, I lay in bed seething with anger at Cheryl's treatment of me. Sure, I'd been flattered by Kim's attention, but there was no way in the world I was flirting with her. But the more I thought about things, the more I came to realize that Cheryl's reaction to thinking I was attracted to another woman was understandable. I remembered back to when I had first learned of Cheryl's cheating and how it had affected me. I had been overwhelmed with jealousy and anger, and although I had dealt with my emotions differently than Cheryl, I could still remember the pain I felt when I thought I might be losing my wife.

With this new viewpoint, I realized that rather than being upset with my wife's reaction to my perceived flirting, I could sympathize with the pain she must have felt when she thought I had my eyes on another woman. Cheryl has always had a jealous streak and although with me, she has little to worry about as I've never been the type of guy to whom women are sexually attracted, she still gets upset if I so much as glance at another woman. I've always tried to downplay my wife's concerns, reminding her that I had promised to be faithful to her and that I have zero interest in other women. However, Cheryl's retort has always been, "But you're such a great guy Mike. Lots of women would love to have a husband like you." And although always pleased to hear these sorts of compliments from my wife, I'll remind Cheryl that while I might be great husband, she of all women should know that as a lover, I come up a little short. This conversation always leads to some good-natured joking around with Cheryl eventually conceding that maybe she doesn't need to be so jealous. But jealousy is an emotion that is difficult to control and invariably, if my wife thinks I've paid too much attention to another woman, that green-eyed monster reappears and I'm back in the doghouse.

As I pondered the evenings events, I concluded that I should have anticipated my wife's reaction to my harmless conversation with Kim. Over the years, I've worked on limiting my interactions with other women, even going so far as to never, ever, hug other women and I'm always quick to extend my hand for a handshake rather than risk my wife's ire by hugging another woman hello or goodbye. But with Kim, I had been so engrossed in our conversation that I had let her move close to me. And thinking back on things, I realized that she was trying to flirt with me, occasionally running her hand through her hair, or touching me on my forearm as we talked. Since having a woman flirt with me was such a rarity, I guess I missed all the signs, but I now understood why Cheryl had been so angry. And that night as I dozed off to sleep, I promised myself that I would show Cheryl how much I loved her and that I would win back her trust.

Over the next week, I worked diligently to get myself back into my wife's good graces. I did everything I could think of to restore Cheryl's trust, from uttering a never-ending series of apologies, to catering to her every whim. And when my wife announced that the Stockbroker's wife was going to be out of town that next Saturday, I took the liberty of booking a hotel room in San Francisco along with reservations at one of Cheryl's favorite restaurants so that she and he could enjoy a lusty night in town.

Ever so slowly, I knew my wife was warming up and as she was preparing for her date with the Stockbroker, I presented her with a sexy lingerie set that consisted of a lacy black shelf bra, thong panties and a matching black garter belt. I had picked up this gift on my lunch hour the day before and I loved how my wife's eyes lit up when she opened the box, exclaiming, "Oh my God! This is really sexy!"

Seeing my wife's winning smile and obvious appreciation of my gift was gratifying to the extreme and later, as I was helping her attach her stockings to the garter belt, I finally felt like we were back to where we had been. In fact, as I was zipping up Cheryl's dress, I teasingly rubbed my erection up against her behind, but rather than a stern rebuke, my wife just laughed it off, playfully taunting, "C'mon, Baby, that's not for you. You know the rules."

After my wife had left for her date, I marveled at what a difference a week had made. The previous Saturday Cheryl had been irate believing that I was flirting with another woman. But now, as my wife headed out for an overnight date with another man, her thoughts were not consumed with my supposed "flirting" but instead she was anxiously anticipating riding the Stockbroker's thick cock, a sexy smile gracing her beautiful face.

Before she left, Cheryl kissed me and told me she loved me and although it would be the Stockbroker and not me that would be spending the night with my gorgeous wife, everything seemed right in the world. That night I completed my chores in record time as I was anxious to masturbate to visions of my sexy wife and her lover. And the next day, when my wife returned home, I immediately escorted her to the bedroom where I stripped off her clothes and began kissing and licking her juicy pussy. I easily spent a good twenty minutes with my mouth glued to my wife's well-fucked opening before I heard her begin to make sounds that indicated she was approaching orgasm. And when she reached down with both hands and pushed my face against her crotch, I couldn't help but grind my dick against the bed as we both climaxed simultaneously. It was a wonderful moment and as I continued to place soft kisses on my wife's pussy, I looked up and saw her sweetly smiling down at me. I knew then and there that Cheryl had forgiven me, and everything was back to normal in our marriage.

To this day, neither Cheryl nor I ever mention that Christmas party. Although after that night, I resolved to never so much as look at another woman when in my wife's presence and the following year when we received an invite to another Christmas party at Lynn's house, Cheryl chose to go solo, leaving me with a lengthy list of chores to complete while she was gone.

Chapter 18

It was almost a year following the discontinuance of her Personal's ad that my wife decided to break things off with one of her regular boyfriends. It seems that the Berkeley Hills Guy was becoming a little too emotionally involved and although Cheryl liked their occasional dates and his enormous cock, she was not interested in taking things further.

Around this same time, the firm where Cheryl worked closed their San Francisco offices and my wife found herself unemployed. Fortunately, Cheryl received a substantial severance package and for the first month or so, she enjoyed her free time, spending lots of time at the gym and arranging weekly get togethers, with each of her remaining three boyfriends.

It was following one of my wife's dates with the Stockbroker that Cheryl and I had a conversation that helped channel my wife's energies into something more productive than working out and fucking her three lovers. I had just finished licking and sucking Cheryl's come-filled pussy and my wife had then filled me in on her evening as I masturbated besides her. Both my wife and I were lying in bed, each of us enjoying our post-orgasmic high when Cheryl said, "You know the Stockbroker and I were talking and he thought I should go back and finish college now that I have some time off. What do you think about that, Mike?"

Now, I'd suggested that Cheryl return to college on several occasions over the years and I still felt guilty that Cheryl had been forced to work after community college to help me finish my degree. And so, my response was immediate. "That's a great idea Sweetie!", I exclaimed while turning towards Cheryl and giving her a sweet kiss.

"Yeah, maybe it is", whispered Cheryl before continuing, "You know the Stockbroker says that at his company they only hire college graduates. Maybe if I got a degree, I could find a better job."

I then launched into my speech about how a college education was more important than just getting a good job. I went on and on about how learning history or language was important in its own right and that I was more than willing to repay my wife for her sacrifice of helping me through college. And after listening to me go on and on about the importance of college, Cheryl and I decided that she would apply to several Universities the very next day.

It turned out the application process was much more involved and difficult than we anticipated, but over the next month Cheryl applied to a total of five California state schools. And over the next several months my wife received rejection letters from Berkeley and Davis, but she was accepted at Cal-State Hayward, Sonoma State and San Francisco State. In something of a twist of fate, all three of these colleges were almost equidistant from our house and so, after considering the pros and cons of each college, Cheryl opted to attend San Francisco State.

The fall semester was still several months away, and so Cheryl enjoyed a carefree summer, lounging around the pool, working out at the gym and, of course, fucking her three boyfriends as often as she could. And even though at least one or sometimes two nights a week, my wife would go out with one of her boyfriends, I did relish those evenings where I would return home to a home-cooked meal served by my sexy little wife. Eventually though, this happy-go-lucky lifestyle came to an end and as I saw Cheryl off on her first day at college, I wished her well, telling her that I knew she'd be a resounding success even after all these years.

As it turned out, Cheryl did exceedingly well at college, not only because she's smart and capable, but also because she has an almost pathological fear of tests. Every time my wife had a test scheduled, she'd study endlessly, worrying that she wasn't prepared, and every time she'd end up with the top grade in her class. Cheryl's diligence at college, however, did interfere with her dating life to some degree. And now, rather than seeing the Fireman, Stockbroker and Gym Guy once every week or so, Cheryl was lucky if she got together with each of them once a month.

I suppose that this reduction in my wife's sexual encounters was partly responsible for her growing frustration with college and even though she aced her first semester, Cheryl was increasingly voicing the idea that maybe she wasn't cut out for school. I did my best to convince my wife that she should persevere and when she agreed to enroll for the Spring semester, I felt I'd achieved a major victory. And it was only one week into the Spring semester that Cheryl returned home that evening brimming with excitement. It seems that Cheryl had been enjoying a cup of coffee at one of the campus coffee shops when a tall, handsome guy of around her age asked to join her and she and he had ended up in an hour long conversation that had definitely piqued my wife's interest.

This guy, who I would henceforth know as the Army Guy, had joined the service after high school, serving several tours of duty before he opted to go to college. Cheryl said he was in his last year of college and was majoring in Finance, just as Cheryl was. As my wife went on and on about the Army Guy, I knew her interest was more than just intellectual. And when I mentioned that it sounded much like how she and I had met, Cheryl exclaimed, "I know! Isn't that funny?"

We didn't speak of her new friend anymore that evening, but I noticed that Cheryl dressed much more provocatively the following day as she prepared to head out to school. Rather than the baggy jeans and sneakers she'd typically worn to class, Cheryl was wearing her tightest jeans, a low-cut top and pair of retro wooden heels that she had recently found at a consignment store. I couldn't help but note that my wife appeared to be on the make, and I wondered if she would be soon adding her new coffee shop friend to her list of boyfriends.

For the next couple weeks, I would watch warily as Cheryl dressed before class. She hadn't mentioned her new friend at all, but it was clear she was much more concerned about her clothing and makeup and I began to think that my wife might be utilizing our "don't ask, don't tell" policy in pursuing a relationship with her new suitor. However, one evening Cheryl returned home in a distinctly foul mood and when I asked what was wrong, she said, "You know that guy I have coffee with at school?"

"Yeah, what about him?"

"Well, I've been trying to get him to ask me out. But it seems like he doesn't get the hint. I've tried everything", groaned Cheryl in an exasperated tone.

"Maybe he's worried about the fact that you're married", I replied as I took a seat next to Cheryl on the couch.

"Yeah, that's probably it. But I really like him. He's so sexy. What do you think I should do?"

Now this wasn't the first, nor would it be the last, time my wife solicited my advice in how best to convince another man that she was available. And so, I suggested that maybe Chery should tell him that I'm always busy at work and that she gets "lonely." My wife smiled faintly at my idea as I then added, "And you might want to hint that your husband never seems to want to have sex anymore."

Cheryl's face lit up at this suggestion as I could see the gears turning in her brain as she formulated the best way to bring this up. And then, in a recommendation that only a fellow cuckold like myself could appreciate, I told my wife that she should suggest that even when we did have sex it was less than satisfying.

Cheryl listened to me with a broadening grin and when I'd said my piece she leaned over and gave me a kiss. "That's kind of what I was thinking too. I'll have to figure out how to bring it up, but I'll come up with something", cooed my wife as she got up from the couch and headed upstairs to change. As I watched my wife ascend the stairs, her shapely behind swinging with each step, I couldn't help but think that this plan would probably work. Cheryl's never been much on telling elaborate lies and it would be easy for her to tell this guy I was constantly busy with work as this was very much the truth. And as for telling him that sex between Cheryl and I was infrequent and unsatisfying, that too was pretty much the truth as well.

Two days later I returned home from work to find Cheryl as giddy as a schoolgirl, which, in fact, she now actually was. And when I asked what was up, my wife told me that she and the Army Guy had enjoyed a lengthy conversation that afternoon and she'd cautiously brought up the subject of her marriage. Cheryl said the Army Guy had listened intently when she said that I was so caught up in my work that she rarely saw me at times. And when my wife blushed and said, "My husband and I aren't really even intimate anymore and when we are, it's just not that great", she could sense that things were falling into place. The Army Guy suggested that maybe they should continue this conversation that Friday after class, but this time over a glass of wine and Cheryl had exclaimed, "Oh my God, that would be so much fun!" My wife then suggestively giggled, "Friday is perfect since my husband is out of town until Saturday."