A Cuckold Story Ch 48

I'd love to say that my wife bounced back immediately after her breakup with James but, in fact, it was several months before Cheryl started acting like her old self. Even dates with the Gym Guy and Brad failed to rekindle my wife's spark and it was only when I suggested we take a much-needed vacation that I saw a glimmer of excitement in Cheryl's eyes. To my surprise, Cheryl wanted to go on a walking tour through Western England that she had read about in the paper. It was organized by a local travel group and the concept was that you would hike from village to village and the tour organizer would drive your luggage between the Inns at which you would be staying. Given our love of hiking, Cheryl thought it would be a good way to see the countryside as well as getting some exercise.

When we booked the trip, Cheryl was as excited as I'd seen her in some time. And rather than shopping for sexy beach or clubwear, my wife visited REI repeatedly picking up various hiking outfits and gear for the trip. It was great to see my wife so enthusiastic about something other than an upcoming date and she even picked up the pace on her workouts, making sure she was tip-top shape for hiking.

We planned to spend several days in London before meeting our group and then following the hiking portion of our trip we would spend two final nights in London before returning home. And when we were packing for the vacation, Cheryl carefully packed two bags, one with her hiking clothes and gear and the second bag with various, sexy outfits for wining and dining in the city.

The first few days in London were spectacular and since we were visiting in June the days were long and the weather perfect. We spent the days sightseeing and the evenings were spent enjoying the burgeoning London restaurant scene. Each night, Cheryl dolled herself as she typically did when going out on a date and I found myself continually thanking my lucky stars I was married to a woman as beautiful and sexy as my wife. And although jetlag played havoc with our sleeping schedules, we did find the time to make love on our last night in London.

The next morning, we packed up our bags and made sure all our hiking clothes were in one bag and all the London clothes in another. We planned to leave our London clothes at the hotel as when we concluded our hike we were returning to the same hotel. I guess my mind was still on the previous evening's lovemaking when I said, "Honey, I think there's still some room in our suitcase. Maybe you should bring one of your other outfits in case we want to go out for a romantic dinner in one of the towns."

Cheryl thought that was a great idea and she then pulled out a short black miniskirt and a black sleeveless turtleneck top and tucked them into the bag. Of course, my wife wasn't going to wear these clothes with hiking boots or sneakers and so she retrieved a pair of black platform heels along with a package of thigh-high stockings and added them to the suitcase as well. I smiled to myself when I saw my wife pack these sexy items and I looked forward to escorting her into a romantic restaurant at some point on our journey.

We met up with our group at 11:00 that morning and introductions were made all around. There were six couples in all with most of them close to our age, but when Ian, the tour guide, arrived I could tell Cheryl was immediately smitten by his boyish good looks. Ian must have been in his mid-40's but you would never have known it by looking at him. He was tall, with sandy blond hair and he had a charming, devil may care attitude that even I found charming. Once Ian had given us an overview of the itinerary, we then all piled into the waiting van and were on our way to the countryside.

The drive was longer than I'd expected and for the most part everyone dozed in their seat or watched the countryside pass. And when we eventually pulled into the small village where we were to start our trip there was an audible sigh of relief that we could finally get out of the van. That night we had a group dinner where Ian described in more detail the route we would take, the general rules and other details regarding the journey. All throughout Ian's presentation, Cheryl couldn't keep her eyes off him and later when we were back in our room, I kidded her that she had a new crush.

"He is good looking but I'm not going to try and seduce the tour guide," laughed my wife as we got ready for bed. She then went on to say that as handsome as Ian was, she wasn't going to ruin our trip just to enjoy a little fling. That night we both slept well as we looked forward to hiking early the next day.

The next morning, we were supplied with maps, water bottles and a box lunch and Ian outlined the hike and the Inn we were to meet at that evening. Hiking was to be done at our own pace and as we set off, Cheryl and I quickly found that we were in the lead, our pre-hike fitness routines paying off. That day was an incredible experience and we loved seeing the charming villages, green fields, and quaint pubs as we made our way to the next town. Cheryl and I were the first to arrive at the Inn and we treated ourselves to a pint of beer before heading to our room to shower. That evening Cheryl wanted to eat a true English dinner and so we headed to a nearby pub where we ate meat pies along with salads while discussing our day.

The next several days were much of the same. We were blessed with near perfect weather and the hiking was truly magnificent. We also had a chance to meet the other couples, all of whom were from the Bay Area and most had taken similar trips in the past. All in all, I had to admit Cheryl had been right, a hiking trip truly was the best way to see a country and we both were having a great time.

It was on the fourth day that our innocent hiking vacation turned into something a bit more scandalous. The day had been beautiful, as always, and as we arrived at our hotel, Cheryl and I sat out front and enjoyed a pint of beer in what was now a habit. Cheryl and I had been enjoying dinner on our own except for the first group dinner, but that evening two of the other couples asked if we wanted to join them at a nearby restaurant that was supposed to be excellent. After agreeing to meet them at 8:00 in the lobby, Cheryl and I headed to the room where we washed up and then took a short nap before getting dressed for dinner.

I had a pair of khakis and a polo shirt that I put on, but when Cheryl pulled out her miniskirt and sleeveless turtleneck, I said, "Isn't that a little too sexy?"

Cheryl pooh-poohed my concerns telling me that she didn't think she'd get a chance to wear this outfit if she didn't wear it that night. The towns we had visited so far had been sleepy little villages and this was the first one that seemed like it might be somewhat livelier. Of course, Cheryl always gets her way and as I watched her pull thigh-high stockings up her legs and slip into her platform heels, I couldn't help but feel my penis spring to life in the hope that maybe tonight my wife would be interested in making love when we returned back to our room.

When we met the other couples in the lobby there was lots of good-natured razzing at how sexy Cheryl had dressed for just a simple dinner. My wife took it all in stride and as we walked to the restaurant, I couldn't help but be proud of my sexy wife as she walked beside me. As rumored, the restaurant was excellent and after dinner we all decided to have a nightcap at a nearby pub that was already brimming with people.

When we walked in the pub all eyes turned to our group. Three American couples stood out in the neighborly atmosphere of the pub, but we managed to snag four barstools leaving myself and one of the other men standing while we enjoyed our drinks. When we finished our drinks, Cheryl announced she wanted to have another, but the two other women said they wanted to go back to the hotel. That left just Cheryl and I sitting at the bar enjoying another drink as we surveyed the scene around us.

The two seats vacated besides Cheryl and I were not empty for long as two men of around thirty years old immediately sat down and ordered beers while turning to Cheryl and striking up a conversation. They were both from this town and were curious as to what we were doing there and where we were from. It was so loud in the pub and with my wife's back to me, it was difficult for me to follow the conversation, but Cheryl later told me that they were both smothering her with compliments and telling her she looked "sexy" and "posh." And when Cheryl finished her white wine, one of the guys bought her another before asking my wife and I if we wanted to play pool.

Now, I've never been good at pool and Cheryl is even worse, but my wife was caught up in the moment as she enthusiastically allowed the two guys to escort her to the rear of the pub while I followed behind. Harry and Jack were both very charming in a loutish sort of way and as we played the first game of pool, Cheryl flirted with both guys despite their almost twenty-five-year age difference.

We'd agreed that the games would be Americans versus Brits with the losers buying a round of drinks and not surprisingly, Cheryl and I lost miserably. After lots of razzing, I agreed to go get drinks for everyone and as I headed to the bar to get three beers and another white wine, I glanced back to see Jack move over to my wife and standing next to her he laid his hand directly on her behind and rubbed her ass cheeks. As Cheryl later told me, Jack had flirtatiously asked her if she was wearing "knickers" and she'd teased, "What do you think?" and he'd immediately placed his hand on her ass, running it over her butt cheeks until he felt the waistband of her thong.

I was becoming increasingly uneasy at how Cheryl was flirting and carrying on with these two guys and I hurried to the bar with the hope that we could have this final drink and then excuse ourselves to head back to the hotel. Alas, it took almost ten minutes for me to get the drinks and when I returned with Cheryl's wine and Harry's beer, I found my wife sitting on a wooden bench scrunched between the two guys laughing and joking. I quickly made my way back to the bar for the remaining two beers and we then began to play the second game of pool.

After a glass of wine with dinner and now three glasses at the pub, Cheryl was feeling no pain and she amped up her flirtations with both guys. My wife had let her skirt ride up and now you could see at least two inches of skin above her lacy stocking tops and a peek of her butt cheeks whenever she bent over to shoot. Cheryl's flirtations were not lost on anyone and the two guys began to take liberties with my wife even though I was right there witnessing everything!

Of course, Cheryl and I were losing once again and when Harry offered to "help" my wife with a shot, he leaned over her from behind, his crotch pressing directly against my wife's ass as he helped her align her cue stick. When my wife successfully sunk the ball, she jumped up and down in excitement before turning to Harry and giving him a big hug and a kiss. I noted, however, that while helping my wife with her shot, Harry looked to have developed a distinct bulge in his pants and Cheryl later told me that she'd felt his hard cock pressing against her ass while taking her shot.

Jack "helped" Cheryl with her next shot, and he made no effort to hide the fact that he was rubbing his cock against my wife's shapely behind. And when my wife made this shot, Jack, too, was treated to a grateful hug and a kiss from my increasingly brazen wife.

All this time, I was trying desperately to get through this game and to then hustle my wife back to the hotel. And when Harry eventually sunk the eight-ball ending the game, I was about to suggest that I buy both the guys a beer while Cheryl and I headed back to our hotel. However, before I could make this suggestion, Harry sidled over to Cheryl and placing his hand on her ass, he whispered something in her ear. My wife responded with a big smile and even gave him a hug and a kiss before Harry strode over to me and said, "Eh, Mate. Don't bother getting more beers, you can just give me a twenty and I'll pick some up on the way home. Your missus wants to have a drink at our flat."

What could I say? I'd been watching uncomfortably as Cheryl flirted with these two guys for the past couple of hours and now, she was planning to go home with them? I started to stammer something about us needing to go as we had to get up early, but Harry cut me off, brusquely declaring, "Piss off, Mate! You take your slag out, all tarted up like that and then you just want us to go home and wank off? Your missus's been acting like she's on the pull all night so you can piss off if you think we're not taking her home."

I was feeling decidedly uncomfortable as Harry had raised his voice so that several of the other patrons, both men and women, heard every word of his outburst. And when I glanced over at Cheryl, she was oblivious to our exchange as she was leaning against the pool table with her skirt hiked up giving everyone in the pub a view of the lacy tops of her stockings and a peek of her g-string panties. Jack was standing between her legs basically dry humping her as they embraced in a passionate kiss, their hands all over each other. I wasn't the only one seeing this as several of the regulars were also watching my wife act the slut and one of the guys even called out, "That a boy, Jackie! Give it to that posh tart!"

When I looked back at Harry, he had a smirk on his lips a mile wide as he said, "Don't worry, Mate. We'll get her back to you by morning." And with that, Harry strode over to Jack and tapping him on the shoulder, his friend pulled away from Cheryl, giving me a clear view of my wife. When I saw Cheryl's face, I knew there was no turning back now. My wife had a ravenous, excited look in her eyes that meant only one thing, she was going to fuck both these guys and there wasn't anything I, or anyone else, could do about it.

Harry then grabbed my wife's right arm and Jack the other as they escorted Cheryl out of the pub while our small audience snickered amongst themselves. Cheryl didn't even bother to pull down her skirt and as she walked out of the pub with her two suitors, she treated everyone to the sight of the firm globes of her ass cheeks jiggling with each step. I followed timidly behind and when we reached the sidewalk, I rushed up to the three of them and handed my wife her purse, sheepishly telling her to not forget that we needed to leave by 9:00 the next morning.

It was obvious that Cheryl wasn't thinking about anything other than getting to the guys' flat as she curtly replied, "Don't worry, Mike. I'll be back by morning," before turning her attention to Jack, grabbing him, and passionately kissing him while reaching down to run her hand over the bulge in his jeans.

I started to turn to walk back to our hotel when Harry yelled, "Hey, Mate. Don't forget, you owe me twenty quid." I was in a haze, not knowing what to do or say but there was a hint of hostility in the way Harry was acting and I instinctively submitted to his request. Turning back to face my antagonist, I pulled out my wallet, fishing through the banknotes until I found a twenty-pound note and I then handed it to Harry. He had shit-eating grin on his lips and as Harry pocketed the money, he shook his head in disbelief and exclaimed, "Fuckin' Wanker." Harry then joined Jack and Cheryl and the guys began escorting my wife back to their flat, my petite wife teetering on her high heels between her two, soon-to-be, lovers.

I took my time getting back to the hotel as I was still stunned by what had just transpired. But by the time I got back to the hotel, I was already sporting an erection. Even though I'd been thoroughly humiliated, I couldn't help but be aroused at having witnessed my wife's brazen behavior. Harry was right, Cheryl had been "on the pull" and right now she was getting just what she'd been wanting all night. And as I pictured my wife, her skirt bunched around her waist as Harry and Jack spit-roasted her between them, I lay back on the bed and unzipped my pants, pulling out my dick. Cheryl hadn't forbidden me to masturbate and so I began running my hand over my stiff penis, stroking myself for no more than a minute or so before I began to come, my semen spurting out all over my hand, shirt, and khakis.

As is often the case, now that I'd come, I began to develop all sorts of worries. I'd let my wife leave with two guys that we'd just met, and I had no idea whatsoever where they'd taken her. What kind of husband, cuckold or not, is so neglectful of his wife's safety? At the very least, I should have followed them to their flat. I know Cheryl wouldn't have let me watch, but at a minimum I could have at least waited in the living room or even outside on the sidewalk just to make sure she was safe. All these thoughts and self-recriminations filled my head as I picked up my phone and did something I'd never done before. I texted Cheryl a brief note reading, "Please text me to let me know everything's okay. I love you."

As I lay there in our hotel room I waited impatiently for a response from my wife. All sorts of terrible visions flashed before my eyes and after almost an hour passed with no response, I began to think I needed to contact the police to help search for Cheryl. Finally, however I heard my phone chime and when I picked it up, I saw a picture that was obviously taken by Jack as it showed Harry fucking Cheryl doggy style and he was looking directly at the camera while flipping me off.

A second text followed soon thereafter that read, "Everything's fine Honey. Sorry about the pic, the guys made me send that one. See you tomorrow."

Hearing that my wife was okay, I immediately felt a profound sense of relief. Sure, my wife was spending the night with two horny brits, but that was just Cheryl being Cheryl and now that I knew she was fine, I could feel my penis starting to stir to life again. In fact, I reached down and began to fondle myself as I picked up my phone and looked at the picture my wife had sent. Cheryl was kneeling on the bed, still wearing her stockings and heels while Harry was behind her, his cock embedded to the hilt in her sweet pussy. I tried not to look at Harry, his middle finger extended and an arrogant smirk on his face, but instead I concentrated my attention on Cheryl.

My wife looked so beautiful and radiant as she welcomed Harry's cock into her body that I couldn't help but begin to pump my dick in a frenzy. And as I pulled my penis and gazed at my wife's face, I began to come for the second time that night, my body shuddering in orgasm.

Once I'd cleaned up after having masturbated twice, I decided I needed to get some sleep. And now that I knew my wife was okay, it was much easier to relax and before long I fell asleep. I must admit I awoke several times over the course of the night, but each time I was able to fall back asleep and by morning I was reasonably well-rested, considering the circumstances. Breakfast was served at eight and so I was hopeful that Cheryl would be back before then but as the hours ticked by, I began to get more and more concerned that she was going to be late. What's more, we needed to have our bags packed and in the lobby by nine at the latest so that they could be transported to the next Inn in the van!

At eight-o-clock, I picked up my phone and called Cheryl. My first two attempts rang and rang with the calls eventually going to voicemail. But on the third attempt, after several rings, the phone was answered but rather than Cheryl's sweet voice it was Jack's, shouting, "Bloody Sod! What do you want?"

"Uh, can I please speak to Cheryl? This is her husband, Mike," I stammered.