Please read Bennie The Cuckold before reading this as it will not make sense.
This is a cuckold story, the kind where the husbands finds pleasure in watching his wife getting laid by another man. I beg you not to read and comment if you are not into this kind of story. Just go read a plain vanilla story where people just have sex end of story.
NB: I am from Africa, thus our English is very different from many people reading this. For instance you say color, we say colour. Oh one last thing, with my first story I used American units which got me confused, I will keep it African from now on with metric units (meters and not feet), Please convert.
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Time is 10:35 at night. I didn't know what to do at this point. Never been so degraded in my entire life. I decided to do the good old therapy that has proved to work every single time, well temporarily that is. I hit my fridge and take out a couple of beers. Sat in the dining room and drank my sorrows as Stan was having the time of his life with my wife. At one point as I am laying there feeling sorry for myself on this couch I heard footsteps, coming from upstairs, then she emerges. Walks straight to me and looked me in the eyes, "honey, I love you more than anything in the world, I know this is what's best for our relationship. I know you love me too. I am only doing this to help improve the situation. With Stan sleeping with me you will loose the weight, I get to have the best sex you could never give me to me, you also get satisfaction. I know you had these fantasies and kept it secret, I watched your internet history a couple of times" She continued "all I am saying is that we all have something to win"
Without replying I took a sip of my cold beer, there was silence in the room for a couple of seconds. She broke the silence by telling me that she loves me and planted a kiss on my forehead. She turned around and left for the kitchen. Poured a glass of water and went straight to bed. I drank a few more drinks and passed out.
Sunday morning 09:30. I open my eyes halfway and my head is spinning. Feeling nauseas and dizzy. You all know that moment when you regret drinking the booze. Stood up steadily and limped to the kitchen counter, poured a glass of water and took a sit. At this point I started having a flashback of yesterday's events. Was I dreaming? I think I was dreaming. Touched my my lips and chin and felt the sticky cum from last night, all dried up now but still smells like cum. This was an indication that it wasn't a dream. As I sat there all the shame started hitting me hard. How can a man allow another man do this to him and still endorse it? I knew I fantazised once in a while about dominance and cuckolding, but I never in a million years thought I would actually do it.
I thought to myself "what am I to do?". Then I heard the door open and giggles coming from upstairs. Quickly got out of the kitchen and went to the basement in shame. Didn't want to see them, I don't think I am ready to see them yet. My heart was beating a lot faster. As I stood there hoping and praying that they don't join me in the basement gym. I looked around me and the memory from the night before was replayed in my mind. The replay was broken by the basement door opening as they walked down the stairs. "Oh Bennie you down here, ready for the workout I see?" Cried Stan. I just agreed with a head knot.
"Good Bennie, I guess we will be joining you". At this instant my wife Sharon emerged from behind Stan, wearing her bikini. See, I don't know how to explain this, but seeing her at that moment changed something in me. That second, right there and then. I think I realized exactly how much I am in love with her at that instant. I looked Stan straight in the eyes, "Stan I want you out of our house in 10 minutes, this is my house and that is my wife." I felt stronger than ever before, I was putting my foot down finally and damn did it feel good.
They both looked amazed, Stan took a sit on the bench and took a deep breath "look pal, I don't know how this will end but it will end today. We all know that you enjoy this scene, so I will give you five minutes to reconsider getting rid of me. If you decide to get rid of me after the next five minutes, I will pack my bags and you will never ever see me again. I promise I will not use the photos I took as a black mailing tool. However if you decide that I stay, we will never have this conversation again. I will continue fucking your wife, I will be very rude to you.
I nodded with a lot of confidence, Sharon resumed "Bennie, I will never stop screwing Stan, even if you do loose the weight" he is a much better lover and knows how to make me cum multiple times. Like I said I love you very much but I need to have good sex. Your dick is way too small and I don't think that after screwing Stan I will be able to feel you inside of me." Sharon paused to give me some time to digest "Now is either you accept your new role, or I am leaving with Stan right now".
I tried saying something, but nothing was coming out. We stood in absolute silence for some time.
Sharon broke the silence once again "look, I will make it easier for you, I am leaving you, Stan let's go pack"
They turned and walked out of the basement, I stood there still in absolute silence.
Do I swallow my pride and allow this sick fantasy to be my reality, or do I let this wife go? Then it hit me, ran quickly to the master bedroom to find Sharon packing, "stop" I yell louder than I wanted to, "stop Sharon, I agree, he makes love to you better than me, but one thing that I disagree with is you only sleeping with him, what about me?"
Sharon replied "ok, if you allow me to sleep with Stan in our bed, and do as I tell you everytime, I will award you. Once a month I will share a bed with you. Uhmm make that twice a month."
"Twice?" I yelled. "Yes twice, and that's if Stan or myself are happy with your behavior" she echoed.