A Cuckold Story Ch 45 47

Chapter 45

After having enjoyed a lengthy affair with a handsome, intelligent lover like Tim, I think that Cheryl realized that her occasional get-together with the Gym Guy would be insufficient to keep her libido in check. And it wasn't more than a month after my wife's final visit with Tim that she called up Brad and asked him if he wanted to join her for coffee to "catch up." Yes, Brad, the same guy who had cuckolded me during our courtship and engagement and who had repeatedly fucked my wife over a good portion of our marriage. And although Cheryl had told him years ago that she was no longer interested in seeing him, she still had his telephone number, just in case. It turned out Brad was now remarried, but he jumped at the chance to see Cheryl and they arranged to meet up for coffee the very next day.

Cheryl told me nothing in advance of this impromptu "date" and my wife later confessed that as she dressed to see Brad, she decided to wear something overtly sexy just to show him what he was missing. And that afternoon as they chatted over coffee, my wife said she couldn't help but toy with Brad, enjoying his reaction to her flirtations. Well, with two people who have fucked as much as Brad and Cheryl, it was easy for things to take a more serious turn and when they finished their coffee and Brad was walking my wife to her car, he took her in his arms and planted a sloppy French kiss right on her mouth.

That was all it took, and Cheryl and Brad were soon checking in to a motel near our house where they then fucked for a good two hours. And when she later described it to me, my wife said that she'd forgotten how good he was in bed. From playfully tickling my wife's asshole while they fucked, to moving from position to position without once removing his cock from her pussy, Brad knew what Cheryl liked and he brought her to orgasm after orgasm as they cavorted in the bed. And later as they lay together recovering from their efforts, Brad and Cheryl agreed that they were meant to be lovers, even if they were both married to others.

That evening, Cheryl got home around seven-o-clock and I knew instantly she'd been well fucked. Whether it was the spring in her step, or the look of contentment on her face, it was obvious that my wife had enjoyed an amorous adventure with a man who could take her to places that I never could. And without even asking who she'd been with, I instinctively dropped to my knees before Cheryl and after sliding her moist panties down her legs, I buried my face in her pussy, licking and sucking her sloppy pussy until I had devoured every drop of semen. It was only when I'd finished my task, that I looked up at my wife and sheepishly asked, "Uh, Sweetie, were you with the Gym Guy?"

Now, we had long since agreed that Cheryl had no obligation to tell me who she'd been with, but my wife didn't try to hide anything from me as she haughtily declared, "No, I wasn't with the Gym Guy, I was with Brad."

My rock-hard erection immediately wilted at hearing Brad's name and I almost lost my temper given that Cheryl had promised that she wasn't going to see him again. But I was able to control my emotions as I kept my anxiety in check, replying, "Oh, uh, yeah okay. I hope it was good."

Cheryl chuckled at my statement. "Good? It was incredible!" exclaimed my wife as she then added, "I don't know what I was thinking when I broke things off with him."

The way my wife was acting, it seemed obvious that this was not going to be a one-time dalliance. And knowing that Brad was going to be fucking my wife on a regular basis had me tongue-tied as I lifted myself up and stood in front of Cheryl. There, standing close to my wife, I could see the sparkle in her eyes, and the palpable excitement at having rekindled her relationship with her long-time lover. Seeing Cheryl in this state I knew better than to remind her of her vow to never see Brad again and I was about to ask whether it was he or she that had initiated contact, when my wife told me she wanted me to call Brad and invite him and his wife to dinner this Friday night with the Anderson's. "Tell him that you've been meaning to call sooner, and that you'd like to reconnect," declared Cheryl as she gave me a devilish smile.

Now the last thing I wanted to do was to host Brad and his wife for dinner with our friends, but the way Cheryl phrased her request, it was clear that she wasn't going to take no for an answer. And when I asked my wife whether she thought it might be a little uncomfortable to have Brad and his wife to dinner so soon after she'd just slept with him, she snapped, "No, I think it'll be fun."

I still hadn't figured out my wife's game but it was clear that Cheryl wasn't going to back down and so I said I'd call Brad from work the next day to see if he and his wife were free. But my wife insisted that I call him right then, giving me Brad's home phone number. In fact, Cheryl stood beside me as I dialed the number, a determined look on her face.

"Hello?, answered Cindy, Brad's wife, as I explained that this was Mike, an old friend of Brad's, calling. Cindy told me that Brad had just gotten home minutes ago and that she'd get him for me.

"Hey, Mikey? How's it going? Long time, no talk," answered Brad, the confident, almost arrogant, tone in his voice irritating me to no end given that he'd just spent several hours in bed with my wife and the taste of his semen was still fresh in my mouth.

"Uh, yeah. Hi Brad. Cheryl just got home, and she said she ran into you earlier today. It made me think, uh, it's been a long time since we got together. What do you think about you and your wife joining us this Friday for dinner? We have some friends of ours coming over and, you know, maybe we can catch up on things?" There, I'd said it. Cheryl's lips curled in a triumphant smile as she continued to stand beside me, assuring that I did as she requested.

"Yeah, Mikey. That sounds like fun. Let me check with Cindy first," replied Brad as he momentarily put down the phone. Seconds later Brad was back on the phone telling me that Cindy had already made plans to have dinner with her mother that night but that he was free and would love to catch-up with Cheryl and me.

"Uh, okay, uh yeah. That'll be great. Seven-o-clock. We'll see you then," I stammered, my wife's plans now becoming clear to me. As I hung up the phone, I realized I was beet red in embarrassment, and it didn't help that my wife was watching me with self-satisfied look on her face.

"See, that wasn't so bad, now was it, Mike?" mockingly asked my wife. I didn't reply, but truth be told, it had been excruciating. Having to act the unwitting cuckold husband had become somewhat easier for me over the years, but somehow with Brad it seemed more difficult. There was something about his attitude that always rubbed me the wrong way and having to ask him to dinner after he'd just fucked my wife had been unspeakably embarrassing.

It was only then that Cheryl confessed that Brad's wife was the suspicious type and that he needed a good excuse to get out of the house on weekend nights. Cheryl had known that Brad's wife was unavailable that Friday, but now she would have no reason to suspect anything. Brad was merely visiting an old pal for dinner. "We can do this just like we used to do. After the Anderson's leave, you say you're tired and go to bed and then Brad and I can get together," exclaimed Cheryl as she seemed already giddy at the prospect of spending Friday evening with her long-time lover. My wife then took a serious tone as she asked, "You know, maybe it would be easier if I just told him you know about me and him."

"No! No! Please!" I blurted out, the thought of Brad being made aware of my complicity in my wife's infidelities sending shivers down my spine. I then added, "I thought we'd agreed to keep everything secret from now on?"

Cheryl looked disappointed as I said my piece and when I finished, she brusquely declared, "Okay, if that's the way you want it, then fine. But then you need to help me get together with him without his wife getting suspicious. Okay?"

"Okay," I mumbled as Cheryl then marched me up to the bedroom where she retrieved my chastity cage from her dresser, telling me, in no uncertain terms, to put it on. I wasn't sure what had gotten into her, but Cheryl's afternoon with Brad had triggered something within her. Perhaps Cheryl blamed me for having encouraged her to originally break things off with him, or maybe it was just that after having enjoyed multiple orgasms with her long-time lover, my wife resented my inability to provide her the same pleasure. But whatever it was, Cheryl was as headstrong and bossy as I'd ever seen her. And as I obediently stood before my wife, my pants down around my ankles, easing my flaccid penis into the pink, plastic chastity sleeve, Cheryl told me that I'd better get used to chastity since now that Brad was back in the picture, she wouldn't have much use for my "tiny little dickie."

Although my wife seemed to be exhibiting the same, more dominant attitude she'd taken with me when she was dating John, I was not entirely disappointed with this turn of events. To be honest, there was a part of me that missed submitting completely to Cheryl's unambiguous authority. John had been right when he'd told Cheryl that cuckolds like myself live to serve their wives and granting my wife total control over my actions, including when, or even if, I am to obtain sexual relief, is in many ways reassuring. I don't have to guess what I need to do to make my wife happy, she tells me. I know that, unlike Cheryl's lovers, I need to earn sexual favors through catering to my wife's every whim rather than overwhelming her with my masculine charisma. And when Cheryl allows me to masturbate, or on those occasions when we make love, I feel a sense of accomplishment, knowing that in some manner, I've fulfilled my end of the bargain in serving my sexy wife.

After locking me in chastity, the remainder of that week Cheryl was on cloud nine. You'd have thought that having fucked Brad literally hundreds of times, that my wife would not have been as energized as she was, but Cheryl was like a bitch in heat. Perhaps it was more than just sex as Cheryl did still have feelings for Brad and with their long history together, they certainly had plenty of things to reminisce about.

All week long my wife would remind me of instances where she and Brad had hooked up, both before and after I became aware of their relationship. If I hadn't become intimately experienced with chastity, I probably would've gone out of my mind hearing my wife's naughty stories. And whether Cheryl was describing their many trysts just days before our wedding, or whether she was giving me a blow-by-blow account of her and Brad's steamy vacation together in Puerto Vallarta, the one thing that always stood out was how incredible the sex was between the two of them. Invariably, my locked penis would be dripping pre-come by the time Cheryl finished her stories, but I knew I had to suppress my own sexual urges, instead, I needed to channel my energies into aiding and abetting my wife's infidelity.

That Friday after work, I carefully shaved my wife's pussy knowing that the next cock to penetrate that sweet opening would be Brad's. And when I finished my task, assuring that no stray hairs marred the tantalizing view of Cheryl's delicious cunt, my wife shooed me out of the bedroom telling me to get started on dinner preparations as she dressed.

I suppose I'd become the consummate cuckold as I busied myself in the kitchen, setting out appetizers and preparing dinner as my wife primped for Brad upstairs. I think having hosted Brad at our home many times in the past helped settle my nerves and it was easy to fall back into my familiar role as the naïve cuckold husband, oblivious to my wife's infidelities even when they took place under my very nose. It was only when I heard the doorbell ring that I felt overly anxious, the humiliation of my situation coming back to me as it always does when I know I need to interact with a man who has been, or soon will be, fucking my wife.

Brad arrived first and as I shook his hand and welcomed him into our home, I couldn't help but be reminded that he truly was a handsome man. With his longish dark hair, rugged features and chiseled physique, Brad exuded self-confidence and masculinity and I found myself nervously trying to make small talk as I waited for Cheryl to make her entrance. As it turned out, Ali and Tom Anderson arrived just seconds after Brad and after welcoming them into our home, I escorted everyone to the living room where I then took drink requests.

While I was mixing drinks, Cheryl made her entrance and I heard lots of laughter and friendly banter coming from the living room as everyone hugged. And when I made my way back to the living room with the drinks, I found Cheryl and Brad seated next to each other on the living room sofa with Ali and Tom Anderson across from them on the love seat.

Handing everyone a drink, I was relieved to see that Cheryl was keeping a respectable distance from Brad on the sofa. My wife was dressed rather provocatively in a sexy, pink and white sundress and white high heel slides, but this was par for the course with Cheryl and nothing seemed to be amiss. I took a seat on a wooden chair and as we sat in the living room talking, I couldn't help but be reminded of why I didn't like Brad. His arrogant attitude and boastful stories irritated me to no end and when I glanced at my wife, her attention focused on Brad's every word and her body language indicating that she found him utterly fascinating, I could only wonder how Cheryl could see him so differently.

Eventually, I told everyone that I needed to start the barbeque and after excusing myself, I headed out to the patio to tend to cooking dinner. It was at least ten minutes later that Cheryl came out to join me, and as she moved close to me, she whispered, "I can't wait till later. Oh my God, I'm wet already."

The pinch of my cage was instantaneous and when Cheryl ran her hand up under her dress, slipping a finger around her skimpy panties and into her pussy and then smearing her juices on my lips, I almost lost it then and there. Even in chastity, I felt the beginnings of an orgasm and it took all my willpower to keep from coming. Just then Brad came striding outside, his booming voice asking, "How's everything going, Mike?"

I was still shaken from my near climax as I stammered, "Uh, everything's good. How about with you?"

"Couldn't be better!" exclaimed Brad as Cheryl then excused herself to head back to the living room. This left me alone with Brad as he proceeded to tell me how great it was to see me and Cheryl again. "Cheryl still looks great. Just as hot as she did at your wedding," remarked Brad as he grinned lecherously.

Now, with the taste of Cheryl's juices still on my lips, I found it difficult to engage in small talk as I stammered, "Uh, yeah, she does keep in shape. She goes to the gym pretty much every day."

Just then, Tom Anderson came out to join Brad and me and Brad couldn't help but say, "I was just telling Mike that Cheryl's still a tight little package." Tom certainly agreed and he and Brad spent a couple of minutes discussing Cheryl's physical attributes and how she looked to be a "spinner" while razzing me about having married above myself. I suppose I should have been offended, and I almost said something, but in some ways, I was proud that my wife could elicit such accolades. And so, I laughed off their comments, keeping mostly quiet as I tended to the chicken and, eventually, the conversation gravitated to sports and other innocuous subjects.

Soon enough, the chicken was ready, and we headed into the kitchen where Cheryl and Ali had been preparing salad and a pesto pasta. Once we were seated at the table, Brad toasted to "old friends" and as we ate, he told one story after another, dominating the conversation as he always did. Like before, Cheryl listened raptly to his stories, oohing and ahhing at every word. By the time dessert was served, the conversation had turned to vacations and Ali had just described a "wonderful" vacation she and Tom had just enjoyed down in Puerto Vallarta. Of course, Brad, ever the arrogant bastard, couldn't help but chime in, "I was only there once. Between marriages I spent a week down there with a lady friend of mine. We didn't really see much of the sights since we spent most of our time in bed!"

Tom and Ali laughed politely at Brad's somewhat off-color remark, and I feigned laughter as well, but I knew he was referring to the week he spent with my wife in Mexico. And when I glanced at Cheryl, she was smiling excitedly, her eyes fixed on Brad as she recalled their erotic vacation together. By this time, we'd finished dessert and Tom and Ali said they had to get going. And so, after thanking our friends for coming we said our goodbyes, promising to get together again soon.

With the Anderson's now gone, I knew this was my cue and feigning a yawn, I said was tired and was going to head to bed. Cheryl said she and Brad would clean up the kitchen although it turned out she left that task for me to take care of the next morning. And as soon as I'd shut our bedroom door, Cheryl promptly escorted Brad to the guest room where they picked up where they had left off earlier that week.

Brad and Cheryl fucked for well over an hour while I lay upstairs in our bedroom, my thoughts consumed with visions of Brad and my wife but with my chastity cage preventing me from fondling my neglected penis. Having been in this position many times before, I knew it was pointless to dwell on my predicament. My sexual relief would come later, either later that night after Brad left, or perhaps even much later depending upon Cheryl's mood. Either way it was not in my control and as I lay there in bed, pre-come seeping from the tip of my plastic chastity sleeve, I couldn't help but be envious of Brad. Here he was fucking my wife, in my house, and all I could do was wait helplessly for my wife to return to my bed, hoping that she might have pity on me and unlock my dick so that I could get myself off. It was clearly a situation that most men would find intolerable, but for me, a cuckold through and through, it seemed almost normal, the alpha male claiming my wife while I, the beta male passively accepted her infidelity.

I eventually heard the low murmur of voices from the entry downstairs and moments later I heard Brad's car pulling out of our driveway. And no more than a couple of minutes later, Cheryl came waltzing up to our room, a smile plastered on her face as she turned on the light and asked, "You're not asleep, are you Mike?"

My wife knew better than to think I would be sleeping and when I replied, "No, I was waiting for you", she giggled and made her way to the bed where she pulled back the sheets and blankets to reveal me lying naked except for my pink chastity device.

When Cheryl had originally started cuckolding me with my knowledge and approval, she'd always enjoyed knowing that I was masturbating continuously while she was with other men. But even before John had introduced her to keeping me in chastity, Cheryl found she liked to occasionally have me refrain from masturbating when she was out on a date.

When I first asked Cheryl about her change in attitude, she'd told me that she'd started to see my solo masturbation sessions as "cheating" and she wanted to watch me as I got myself off. But over time, Cheryl started to take a perverse pleasure in my sexual frustration, seeing it as a potent symbol of my love and devotion to her. And now, after having fucked Brad downstairs and returning to find me lying in bed, my penis still securely locked in chastity, she snickered, "Aw, look at your little dickie all locked up. Are you horny, Baby? Was it hot knowing I was down there with Brad?" And when I answered in the affirmative to both questions, Cheryl giggled, "Aw, I'm sorry, Sweetie. But, you understand, don't you? I like you to be a good boy when I get fucked by a real man like Brad."