A Cuckold Story Ch 50 51

Chapter 50

After Cheryl's send-off to the Gym Guy, she didn't make any concerted effort to find another boyfriend. This was the first time in many years that my wife didn't have at least one guy on the side, and it surprised me that she was content to remain monogamous even for a brief period.

As it turned out, that fall Cheryl received a telephone call from Ian, her younger English lover, asking her if she'd be interested in joining him for a two-week California vacation. It seems he'd never been to California and thought it would be fun to have Cheryl show him the sights. I learned of all of this in late September when I arrived home from work to find my wife giddy with excitement. "Ian called from London and he wants me to spend two weeks with him travelling around California!" gushed Cheryl, before adding, "Oh my God, I can't wait!"

It was clear, Cheryl wasn't asking my permission, she was telling me how it was going to be. But, to be honest, I knew she needed something like this. A lengthy vacation with a young stud would be just the thing to put a smile on my wife's face and I couldn't help but tell her how happy I was for her. As it turned out Ian's visit was going to take place in late October and although Cheryl had a good month to plan the itinerary, that evening she began researching hotels and restaurants in earnest.

Ian had given Cheryl a broad outline of some of the things he wanted to see, but he'd left the details up to my wife. And Cheryl proved to be an able tour guide as she organized a trip that would give Ian a good overview of our state. Since Ian was going to fly into San Francisco, Cheryl thought it would be best if he spent the first four nights at our house. And although I timidly voiced some concern about hosting Ian at our home, my wife reminded me that Ian already knew I was a cuckold so there was no reason for me to be further embarrassed. "Besides, Ian doesn't have a lot of money. So, unless you want to book us a nice hotel in the City, Ian's staying here," declared Cheryl.

It was clear that I didn't really have any say in the matter, so I agreed to have Ian stay at our house before he and my wife set off on their whirlwind California vacation. My wife then said that Ian really wanted to see Yosemite and so they'd spend several nights there before heading to Los Angeles. And when I asked what they were planning to do in L.A., Cheryl rolled her eyes and said, "He wants to go to Disneyland." Disneyland has never really been Cheryl's thing and although I've always loved it, I've never once been able to convince her to go with me. However, I guess the prospect of spending two weeks with her young lover had allowed Cheryl to overcome her aversion to the visiting "The Happiest Place on Earth."

Over the next month, Cheryl was giddy with excitement anticipating Ian's visit. And with a new strict diet and workout regime, Cheryl was determined to look her best for her hunky young stud. I suppose I should have expected it, but it also appeared that Cheryl was saving herself for Ian as sexual contact with me was unwelcome and if I tried to initiate anything, my wife would tell me, "Maybe you should go play with yourself in the bathroom, okay?"

I suppose I should have felt slighted but to be honest, forgoing sex with my wife was a small price to pay for seeing her so excited about her upcoming vacation. Sharing in my wife's enthusiasm before her dates is one thing, but to see her eager anticipation and building lust before a lengthy trip like this always reminds me why I could never insist that Cheryl be faithful.

At times like this, I imagine what it must be like to be one of Cheryl's lovers. It must be quite the thrill to have a beautiful, married woman eager to do anything for them and more than willing to put her husband's sexual needs on hold. And although I'll never know the feeling of having such sway over another man's wife, at least I can witness it from my wife's perspective, vicariously sharing in her sexual hunger and desire.

I should have known what was coming, but exactly one week before Ian was to arrive, I returned home from work to see my pink chastity device sitting prominently on top my dresser. My wife was still out shopping but seeing this device I knew what Cheryl wanted me to do. And so, after changing out of my suit, I shaved my crotch and then dutifully donned my chastity cage and placed the key on my wife's nightstand.

With one week to go before Ian arrived and the two weeks of his and Cheryl's vacation, I knew this was going to be a long time in chastity, but if that's what my wife wanted, then so be it. I mean, who could really blame her, I'd been failing to see to Cheryl's sexual needs for the past several months and from her perspective my penis would have no use to her whatsoever while Ian was in town.

When my wife finally arrived home that evening, she immediately reached down to find my dick securely encased in its chastity cage. "Thanks, Sweetie! I was hoping you'd notice that I put that out for you," exclaimed Cheryl as she then added, "I think it'll be good for you to wear that when Ian's here."

I wanted to say that I'd been hoping to masturbate while Cheryl was gone, but I said nothing instead. After wearing my chastity device regularly when Cheryl was dating John and then periodically since then, I'd become accustomed to being unable to pleasure myself when my wife was with other men. In some ways, it made the experience of being cuckolded that much more intense and when eventually Cheryl would grant me permission to masturbate, my orgasms were always incredible.

Now that I was securely locked in chastity, Cheryl ramped up her flirtations and teasing over the next week. Modeling the outfits she was planning to wear with Ian and recalling all the naughty details of her nights with him in London, Cheryl teased and taunted me mercilessly. And the night before he was to arrive, my wife had me shave her pussy while giving me a blow by blow of their final night in London, her tales of debauchery causing my securely locked penis to drip with pre-come while I performed my cuckold task.

The next day at work I found it difficult to concentrate as Ian was arriving at around one-o-clock and Cheryl planned to pick him up at the airport and then head back to our house. My wife had already given me a preview of what she was going to wear to the airport, and I could picture Ian's hands running up Cheryl's short white skirt or groping her tits through her black tank top. Cheryl had asked me to barbeque salmon for dinner and so at around 5:30 I left for home, nervously contemplating how I was going to greet my wife's lover.

As it turned out, by the time I arrived home, Cheryl and Ian were out sitting by the pool. Frankly, I'd expected them to be ensconced in our bedroom but as my wife later told me, she and Ian had engaged in a lengthy passionate love-making session upon first arriving and were now just enjoying each other's company as they discussed their upcoming trip.

In my suit and tie I probably looked the consummate mild-mannered cuckold husband and as I greeted Ian, I couldn't think of anything to say but, "Hi Ian, it's good to see you. I hope you had a good flight."

My mundane greeting seemed out of place given that Ian had just spent a good hour fucking my wife to more orgasms than I'd given her in the past couple of months, but if so, Ian was too polite to mention it. Instead, he just replied, "It's good to see you too, Mike. And thanks for letting me stay here for a few days. I really appreciate it."

I felt better having gotten our greetings out of the way as I excused myself to go change and, once I was dressed more casually, I headed to the kitchen to start dinner. While Ian and Cheryl continued chatting out by the pool, I prepared dinner and when I stepped outside to barbeque the salmon, Ian and Cheryl joined me as we all drank a beer together.

It was kind of a surreal scene as we talked about my wife and her lover's upcoming trip and I found myself giving them tips on great hikes in Yosemite. Dinner was much the same and by the time we finished eating, I realized that Ian truly was a nice guy. Ian seemed to enjoy conversing with Cheryl and me and with his dry English wit, I found myself liking him more and more.

As I cleared the table of dishes, I offered Ian and Cheryl a glass of Cognac, but Ian declined saying, "I've got to get some sleep. This jet-lag is killing me." And so, as Ian and Cheryl headed upstairs to the bedroom, I continued cleaning up after dinner and within minutes I heard the rhythmic creak of the bed and my wife's passionate cries. I smiled to myself thinking that I guess Ian wasn't that tired after all but after about twenty minutes the sounds died down and just as I finished wiping down the counters, Cheryl appeared in the kitchen doorway.

"Do you still want to have a glass of Cognac? Ian's asleep, but I'm not tired yet," asked my wife while giving me a sweet smile.

Cheryl looked incredibly beautiful at that moment with her tousled hair and satisfied smile and I wanted nothing more than to drop to my knees and worship her well-fucked pussy. But my wife had warned me that for the duration of Ian's visit, all physical contact between us was forbidden. Cheryl wanted Ian to feel comfortable assuming his role as her lover and so she and I were to act more as roommates than as husband and wife. Nevertheless, I wasn't going to turn down the chance to have a drink with my wife as I told Cheryl I'd meet her in the living room with two glasses of Cognac.

For the next hour Cheryl and I enjoyed what was strangely enough, a special intimate moment between us. Having been soundly fucked twice already, Cheryl was feeling relaxed and satisfied, and while I was feeling anything but sexually satisfied, I was much more at ease with the idea of my wife spending two weeks with Ian. I told Cheryl how I had really enjoyed our conversations with Ian over dinner and that I understood why she enjoyed his company as well as the physical aspects of their relationship. My wife seemed genuinely pleased with my praise for Ian and when it was time to say goodnight, she gave me sweet kiss on the cheek, thanking me for letting her host her lover in our home.

As it turned out, I didn't see Cheryl or Ian the next two days. When I would leave for work in the morning, my wife and her lover were still asleep and when I returned home in the evening, they were out sightseeing in San Francisco. Both nights, Cheryl and Ian returned home from their adventures well after I'd gone to bed and I'd then hear the bed thumping against the wall and the sounds of the two lovers enjoying a satisfying romp in the sack.

On Saturday morning, however, I arose knowing that unless I made myself scarce, I'd likely run into my wife and her boyfriend. I decided to go for a long hike that morning in the event my wife wanted some privacy and when I arrived home at around noon, I found she and Ian lounging around the pool. It was an unseasonably warm day and Cheryl and Ian were both wearing swimsuits and, not surprisingly, my wife was wearing one of her skimpiest thong bikinis. Realizing that I couldn't avoid them, I headed out to the pool where I greeted Ian and my wife with a hearty hello.

"Hey Mike, Long time, no see," chirped Cheryl as she insisted I join them around the pool. I tried to make up some excuse about needing to finish some chores, but my wife was having none of it as she told me to go put on my bathing suit and join her and Ian. Rather than continue to resist, I opted to comply with my wife's wishes as I headed up to the bedroom where I donned my black Speedo bathing suit. With my chastity cage still securely attached to my dick, I was worried that it might be seen beneath the snug material of the suit, but after checking myself in the mirror, I decided that it wasn't too obvious, and Ian probably wouldn't notice at all.

As I joined Cheryl and Ian, I asked if they wanted a beer and they both enthusiastically replied, "Yes!" and the three of us were soon sipping our beers in the hot midday sun. Once again, I was struck with how much I enjoyed talking with Ian and as we sat discussing what he and my wife had done in San Francisco, I thought that he must be one of the few men my wife had taken as a lover that I genuinely liked.

Well, one beer led to two and before I could make my exit, Cheryl began taking the conversation in a decidedly different direction. My wife had just finished telling Ian how glad she was that she and he had hooked up on our U.K. hiking trip, when she looked directly at me and said, "Tell Ian what you told me the other night."

My wife's request really put me on the spot as I hemmed and hawed before stammering, "Uh, yeah, I, uh, just said that it's great that you want to take Cheryl on this vacation. She needs a break from her boring old husband."

Cheryl's face lit up in a smile as she giggled, "See, I told you Mike's okay with everything."

Ian, too, seemed pleased with my self-deprecating statement as he replied, "Well, thanks Mike. Thank you for sharing your wife with me."

All I could muster was a mumbled, "No problem" as this conversation was making me decidedly uncomfortable. But unlike my reaction, it appeared that our discussion had just the opposite effect on Cheryl as she moved from her lounge chair over to Ian where she sat next to him and placed her hand on this thigh while leaning over and whispering something in his ear.

I decided that it was definitely time to excuse myself but as I stood up and began to make my exit, Cheryl said, "Mike, before you go, will you do me a favor? Can you show Ian your little chastity thingee? I told him about it, but I'm not good with descriptions so maybe if you just show it to him, he'll get the picture."

What? My wife had not only told Ian that my penis was locked in chastity, now she wanted me to show him? I briefly thought to storm out of there, but seeing my wife sitting with Ian, a mischievous smile on her lips, I decided to let this play out. After all, Ian already knew I was a cuckold. And when Cheryl had made me show her girlfriend Katie, that had been much more humiliating. What harm could come from letting him know that Cheryl kept me in chastity? With this in mind, I turned towards Ian and Cheryl and after glancing around to assure that no neighbors were peering over the fence, I slowly lowered my Speedo to reveal my cleanly shaven crotch with my penis securely encased in its pink chastity device.

Ian was clearly taken aback by the sight and he remained silent but at the same time I saw a condescending smirk develop across his lips. Cheryl, however, was no stranger to seeing me in chastity and she took control, telling me to come closer so that Ian could get a better look. I shuffled over, my bathing suit stretched around my thighs, until I stood no more than a couple feet from my wife and her lover.

Cheryl then reached out and tapped the plastic sleeve covering my dick with her manicured fingernail, exclaiming, "See, isn't it cute on Mike?" I blushed a deep red as my wife giggled, "Like I told you, Mike can't even play with himself with that on. So, he's not down in the guest room acting like a pervert, isn't that right Honey?"

"Uh, huh," I mumbled as I tried to avert my eyes from Ian and my wife.

Cheryl wasn't through with me yet as she then turned to Ian and said, "Mike's been wearing it for about two weeks now. I wanted to make sure he was a good little hubby while you were here."

Ian remained silent as Cheryl continued, "I'm taking the key on our trip and when I get home, I'll let Mike play with his little dickie."

Ian's grin was now running from ear to ear as my wife finally excused me saying, "All right, thanks Sweetie. You can go now."

I immediately pulled up my suit and hurried to the kitchen where I looked out to see Cheryl and Ian laughing together, no doubt continuing to discuss my chastity. I suppose all this frivolity was a prelude to more amorous pursuits as it was no more than ten or fifteen minutes later, that Cheryl and Ian began making out on the chaise lounge.

I continued to watch the two lovers from the kitchen window but when I saw Cheryl stand up, slipping her feet into her high heel slides, I hurried to the laundry room to hide the fact that I'd been spying on her. Seconds later, my wife and Ian were standing before me and Cheryl was telling me that they were going to take a "nap" and that she wanted me to go pick up something for dinner. When I asked what they wanted for dinner, Cheryl deferred to Ian who said he wanted a steak. And so, as my wife and her lover headed upstairs to the bedroom, Cheryl's sexy rear end wiggling with each step, I changed out of my bathing suit and prepared to head to the supermarket.

By the time I left for the store, I could hear passionate moans and groans from the upstairs master bedroom and when I returned home a little less than an hour later, they were still going at it. I didn't know whether Ian and my wife were on their second round, or whether Ian just had the stamina to fuck my wife for an hour, but either way it was impressive. But as I was putting away the groceries, I heard a loud shriek from Cheryl followed by a throaty roar from Ian and after that the sounds died down.

Cheryl and Ian stayed up in the bedroom for at least another hour before first, my wife, and then Ian descended the stairs dressed as if they were going hiking. As it turned out, they were, in fact, going hiking and although Cheryl asked me if I wanted to join them, I declined, telling them I needed to finish handwashing some of her lingerie that I'd started earlier.

Cheryl and Ian were gone for a good couple of hours and while they were gone, I finished handwashing the delicate lingerie my wife had worn the past two nights and I even had time to detail my wife's car for her drive to Yosemite and L.A. And when my wife and her lover returned from their hike, Cheryl asked me to gather up all of Ian's dirty clothes and throw them in the washer so that he would have clean clothes for the remainder of the trip.

Although I suppose it may sound like I was acting as a servant to my wife and her boyfriend, to be honest I was happy to have some tasks to occupy my time. With my penis securely locked in chastity, I needed something to keep my mind off all the naughty activities taking place upstairs in our master bedroom and performing these chores did just that.

Since they'd just completed a strenuous hike, Cheryl and Ian wanted to shower and it was a good hour before my wife came back downstairs wearing just a simple miniskirt, lightweight top and high heel slides. Cheryl immediately began to help with dinner and she and I worked together like a well-oiled machine as we assembled a feast of salad, baked potatoes and green beans. I was planning to barbeque the steaks and so when Ian finally made his way down from the bedroom, I poured him a beer while also pouring out a glass of Chardonnay for my wife. Then grabbing a beer for myself, I headed outside to start the barbeque while my wife and her lover took seats out by the pool.

Dinner was relatively uneventful and for the most part I kept quiet as Cheryl and Ian talked about their upcoming trip. After the humiliation of showing Ian my chastity device earlier, I felt much more self-conscious of my cuckold status and I instinctively adopted a more deferential demeanor towards my wife's lover. In fact, when we finished dinner, I insisted on cleaning up while Ian and Cheryl retired to the living room. And when I had washed all the dishes and cleaned the kitchen, I folded all of Ian's laundry, bringing it up to the master bedroom before saying that I was going to go to bed early.

Cheryl and Ian stayed in the living room for some time, laughing and talking as I tried to read. But eventually, the sounds emanating from the living room took on a more erotic tone and my wife's giggles were replaced with lusty moans and groans. Cheryl and Ian were obviously fucking right there on the living room couch and I prayed that they'd closed the front curtains or at a minimum turned off the lights.