Cuck Playoffs Pt 01

Wild Card:

The sound of my wife's laughter woke me.

I'd fallen asleep on my easy chair in the middle of the fourth quarter when our team was up 27 to zip and almost everyone had already left the party. Blowouts are pretty boring.

My wife Viv and I always host parties during playoff games when our team makes it to the post-season. I was the biggest football fan in the office and I also had the biggest TV and organized the betting pool, so it made sense that I would host. Most years, Viv and I only had to organize one or two parties--our team hadn't been to the Super Bowl since the nineties.

When Viv's laugh woke me, I saw that the living room was empty except for Viv and Mark. They were sitting close together on the couch. I wanted to ask what was so funny, but I was still pretty drunk from the tequila and I gave up trying to form the words and fell back asleep.

Mark had been the one who'd brought the tequila--an expensive brand called Coronado--and it tasted so good I wound up drinking four or five shots of the stuff.

Most of our guests brought some sort of gift, but Mark was the first to ever bring hard liquor. He and I were the only ones who drank any of it though, most of the people from work are pretty boring. But Mark was in the shipping department and, at 28, he'd been the youngest guy at the party.

He was probably in the best shape too. He was strong from loading and unloading boxes all day and he had a full sleeve of tattoos down his right arm. He was a different breed than us office drones.

What you need to know about Viv is that she's out of my league.

Her background is Venezuelan and she has a beautiful face with a broad, easy smile and eyes that exude warmth. She's curvaceous, tall and very outgoing, some might even say flirty. She's a young 47, five years older than me, and when people meet her, they're usually surprised that she's my wife.

I'm pretty average in disposition and appearance--I think it's the general consensus that the most interesting thing about me is that I somehow wound up married to Viv.

Some time must've passed because I became vaguely aware that there was a singing competition on the TV. I wanted to turn the volume down so I fought through the tequila haze to open my eyes and lift my head.

The only light in the room was coming from the television and I looked over to see if Viv was still on the couch. I wasn't sure what I was seeing at first and it took me a moment to sort it out. Viv was leaning back against the armrest and Mark was kissing her passionately and had one hand going down the front of her pants, which were open. She was grinding into his hand.

I was shocked, but I didn't make a sound. I didn't want them to know I'd woken up.

I wondered what the hell was wrong with me--I should've been furious, but I was too engrossed in what was happening on the couch to feel any anger. The blatant offense against my house, my marriage, and my manhood was outrageous but strangely compelling. It was as if everything I'd done in my life had led to that moment.

My wife groaned and arched her back. I slowly leaned over the edge of my chair to get a better look.

I realized, with embarrassment, that I was the aggrieved husband in this situation and yet I acted more like a voyeur. My wife lifted her knees up, and I had to lean farther out of my chair to see Mark's hand moving inside her underwear.

What was happening was painfully and tantalizingly clear: Mark was bringing my beautiful wife to orgasm.

I was getting close too, even though I hadn't touched myself. My wife and I were right on the edge when I leaned out a little further and dropped right off the chair onto the floor with a thud.

I looked up and saw that the lights were on. The fall had woken me up for real. Viv came in from the kitchen with a dishrag over her shoulder. "What happened?" she asked. "Did you fall off your chair?"

I laughed at myself. "Yeah," I said, "I was having the craziest dream."

"You drank too much tequila," she said. "You need to go to bed."

"When did Mark leave?"

"About 20 minutes ago," Viv said. "Why?"

I stood up. "I dreamt that he was making out with you on the couch," I said.

Viv giggled. "Looks like you must've enjoyed the show," she said.

I looked down and saw that my shorts were tented out in front. "You and Mark DID look pretty cozy on the couch."

"Oh. Well...." she shrugged. "He was just being silly."

She turned and went back into the kitchen while her words rang in my ears. 'He was just being silly.' Meaning he'd tried something.

I entered the kitchen. "What do you mean?" I asked her. "What happened?"

She started putting dishes into the dishwasher. "Oh nothing," she said. "I just think Mark was a little drunk too."

"Why do you say that? Did he do something?"

She didn't make eye contact as she continued loading the dishwasher. "He just tried to give me a little kiss," she said. "I told him he'd better go home."

I couldn't help but notice that Viv's nipples were sticking out. She was wearing a tight top and a thin bra. Her nipples got hard when she was cold or sexually excited, and it was not cold in the kitchen. "Did you laugh?" I asked.

"What?" She was still avoiding eye contact.

"When he tried to kiss you--did you laugh?"

"Yes," she said. "It was funny. I mean come on, I'm old enough to be his mother."

"You liked it!" I said.

"Oh please!" She passed me and went into the living room.

I followed her and watched her collect some empty beer bottles. "Look at you. Your nipples are hard as diamonds," I said.

She sighed and finally looked me in the eye. "Well I mean... It was flattering I guess, but he was just drunk. Besides, when you woke up from your little dream, your teeny-peeny was all stiff, what about that huh?"

She passed me and went into the kitchen and I followed. She tossed the empties into the recycling bin and began wiping down the counter with her dishrag. As far as I could tell the counter was already spotless.

"I'm just trying to figure out what happened exactly..."

"You said in your dream I was 'making out' with Mark." She glanced down at my still-tented shorts. "THAT is a strange reaction."

I could feel my face turn red. "You weren't just making out," I said. "In my dream, he had his hand down your pants."

She put the dishrag back over her shoulder and turned to face me, headlights beaming. She bit her bottom lip, stepped toward me and put her hand on my crotch. "You know who he reminds me of?" she asked.

I tried to speak, but nothing came out. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Carlos?"

Viv nodded.

About a year earlier, she had discovered that she could get me insanely turned on by talking about an old boyfriend of hers named Carlos.

I'd come across some pictures of them in a box of old stuff--nothing x-rated, just some pics of them from a trip to Disneyworld, and one where Carlos had his arms around her and they were leaned back against a new car. She'd offered to throw them away, but I said it was part of her past and she should hang on to them.

Later, I got her to admit that he'd been the best lover she'd ever had (other than me natch) and she saw how horny it made me. She began regaling me with tales of Carlos. I wasn't sure if she was making up the stories or if she had a photographic memory of every time he had fucked her, but either way I didn't care. It was hot.

Viv looked into my eyes with a kind of curious wonderment. "So in your dream, another man was touching your wife and that gave you a little stiffy?"

Her touch felt good and combined with the way she was looking at me, it was almost too much. "Yes," I said. "I can't help it."

"Do you like the thought of me making love to Mark?"

I didn't know what to say for a moment. The answer scared me. I felt like lying to her but I could never lie to Viv, she knows me too well, and besides, my dick was telling her the truth. "Yes," I said finally.

"Say it," she commanded.

"The thought of you and Mark turns me on."

"Where did he have his hand in your dream?" she asked. She slipped my hand down the front of her pants and I felt that her pussy was extremely wet and hot. She grabbed onto my shoulders for support and began shuddering in orgasm as soon as I pressed down on her clit.

I told her all about my dream and she made me act out how Mark had been kissing her and rubbing her pussy. It led to passionate sex right there in the living room on the couch.

I think the fact that her husband was describing her cheating, and that I was clearly turned on by it, got her extremely hot.

Later on, when we were in the bedroom, I questioned her about Mark trying to kiss her and she admitted that she'd actually kissed him back. "You were snoring," she said, "and all of a sudden you stopped, so we did too. That's why I laughed. After that, I told him he'd better leave."

I asked her what would've happened if I hadn't woken up, and she became ravenously horny and jumped on top of me and we had another wild round.

I was very confused but also undeniably elated by the newfound erotic trigger I'd discovered. The thought of Viv getting pleasure from another man aroused me in a new way, and the powerful feelings that it sparked were highly addictive.

Unlike drugs or alcohol though, these intoxicating emotions were right and good and true.

It was like I'd discovered my true self. I had taken my first tentative step into a new world where I was a cuckold and Viv was my cuckoldress. It was all I could think about.

I guess there had been clues that I was a cuck all along. Viv slept with me the first night I met her. She picked me up at a boozy party and took me back to her studio apartment. I was smitten.

We'd started dating and hanging out together daily.

My friend Jake told me to watch out--he said that she had a reputation and had gone through lots of guys. She worked as a waitress then, and had slept with a good portion of the staff at her restaurant. "I heard she even took on two guys who work in the kitchen at once--right there in the restaurant after hours!"

"And these guys told you? That's fucked up," I'd said. "If they were lucky enough to have sex with Viv, they should've had the decency to keep it to themselves."

"You're missing the point here," Jake said.

"No," I said. "She's a special person. She's different, that's why I like her. She is trusting and open and up for whatever--and yeah that means she's probably had a lot of sex. But that's also the thing that I love about her."

"You're in love with this girl?"

"Yes," I said. I hadn't told Viv I loved her at that point, but I knew it was true.

"You're setting yourself up," Jake had said, "she's gonna break your heart."

"You're wrong," I'd told him.

He backed off after that conversation, and he got us a really expensive wedding gift which I took to be a sort of apology or admission that he'd been rude. But since that conversation, whenever I thought about Viv in a sexual way, I always thought about her past and all the random men she'd slept with before we met.

Far from making me think less of her, it built her up in my mind. I thought of her as a towering sexual goddess who'd picked ME for some unfathomable reason. It made me work harder to be a good husband--to buy her what she wanted and give her all the love and attention I could possibly spare.

The Monday after the Wild Card game, I found Mark on the loading dock looking at his phone. When he glanced up and saw me, he jumped. "Oh hey man!" he said.

"Hey Mark, I came down here to thank you."

"Oh?"

"Yeah for the tequila," I said. "I drank so much I guess I passed out."

"Oh right, hey no problem. I'm glad you liked it," he said.

"Viv wasn't even mad at me for falling asleep. She told me you hung around awhile and kept her company."

He took a moment and seemed to be silently assessing what I said. "Yeah," he said finally. "Viv is really cool."

"I think so too," I said. "We're both looking forward to having you back for the next round this Sunday."

He smiled a little. "Okay, yeah," he said.

"We can finish off that bottle."

"I'll definitely be there," he said.

Second Round:

Viv wore a loose-fitting top and some very tight charcoal colored yoga pants. Her bra was thin and bright-red like her lipstick and fingernails--which she'd just gotten done.

The fact that she'd gotten herself so dolled up drove me crazy. Every time I looked at her, I felt a surge of desire. She was super-hot and it was all there for anyone to see--for Mark to see.

I knew she'd gone to the trouble specifically for him. But I had to ignore all those intoxicating feelings and be a good host. We had our usual spread of food for about 30-40 people, mostly from my work.

Mark had brought one of his co-workers from the shipping department, a guy in his thirties named Hector who was tall and strong and quick with a smile. And he seemed to smile a lot. Especially when he was talking to Viv.

Had Mark said something to him? Had he told his co-worker that he'd made out with my wife after the game last Sunday? Hector seemed to look at me knowingly, but maybe it was just my over-stimulated imagination running wild.

The game turned out to be a nail-biter, but we won with a field goal in the final seconds.

The party broke up pretty quickly after that and I made sure to tell everyone to come back the following week for the championship game. Mark and Hector came up to say goodbye and I almost panicked. "Oh hey, we never got around to finishing that tequila," I said. "Why don't you two stick around and we can do some shots?"

Mark and Hector looked at each other. "Really? Uh, sure, yeah, I'll stick around and do a shot or two," Mark said.

"I gotta get going," Hector said. "Thanks for the offer though. Maybe some other time." He gave Viv a long tight hug before he left.

Mark and I went into the kitchen and I got out three shot glasses. "Honey? You want a shot of tequila?" I yelled to my wife who was tidying up the living room.

She came in with some dishes. "Tequila? I don't know," she said, putting them in the sink. "That stuff makes me go a little crazy."

I poured three shots. "We made it to the championship," I said. "We should go a little crazy."

"You guys want limes?" she asked.

"Nah, this is the good stuff," Mark said. "That salt and lime shit is only if you're drinking Cuervo."

We clinked glasses and drank down our shots. I immediately poured another round as we chatted about which team we might have to play if we made it to the Super Bowl. I noticed Mark's eyes going up and down Viv's body occasionally. We drank the second shots and I poured us a third.

"I can't get drunk right now, I've gotta clean up this house," Viv said.

Mark looked at me. "We should help her," he said. I agreed and we left the shots on the kitchen counter and went into the other room and began collecting cups, empty bottles, and paper plates.

As we were working, I put on the late game and kept one eye on it. I got caught up in a drive and stood there watching for awhile while Mark and Viv continued cleaning.

After a minute, I realized that they were alone together in the kitchen. My interest in the game evaporated immediately. I decided to give them some space, but I turned the volume down on the television.

My knees felt weak and my mouth went dry as I strained my ears. Finally I heard Viv giggle. I wanted so badly to go open the door a crack and peek in, but I stood there in front of the TV like a statue. I thought I could hear them whispering.

I jumped when they came back into the living room. Viv handed me a shot. "Here football boy," she said. "You have to keep up with us."

I said thanks and drank the shot. I picked up two bowls of dip from the coffee table and went into the kitchen. I dumped the dip into the trash and I was about to put the bowls in the sink when I stopped.

The two empty shot glasses were sitting on the counter right next to the sink. On a hunch, I leaned in and smelled the inside of the sink near the drain. Sure enough, it smelled like tequila.

They'd dumped their shots and given me mine. They were trying to get me to pass out like the week before!

I took the bottle of tequila, which had at least three more shots in it, and poured it down the drain. I started putting covered dishes in the fridge when Mark and Viv came into the kitchen. "What happened to the tequila?" Viv asked.

"There was just a little bit left so I drank it," I said, speaking a bit too loud.

"Oh my god, there was still a lot in there!" Viv said. "You're going to be drunk!"

"Naaah." I said. I reached for the paper plates she was holding and fumbled them on purpose and let them fall to the floor.

"There, see? You're drunk," she said. "Come on." She took me by the hand and led me into the other room. Mark followed. Viv pushed me down onto my recliner. "There, you sit down and watch the game. Mark and me will finish up."

"Okay, okay," I mumbled, pulling the lever to recline the seat back.

Viv gave me a wink and then took the paper table cloth off the coffee table and crumpled it up. She asked Mark to pick up a bowl of potato chips then they disappeared into the kitchen.

I turned the TV down even more, and tried to hear what they were talking about. It was torture knowing they were alone together in there and I couldn't hear a thing.

It was almost ten minutes later when Viv opened the door and stuck her head into the living room. I saw that her lipstick was smeared, and then closed my eyes and made my breathing deep and even.

"He's out," Viv whispered to Mark.

"Are you sure?" Mark whispered back as they came into the living room.

"He's a lightweight," Viv said. "He doesn't usually drink liquor. He was trying to impress you." She put the TV on mute, covered me with a blanket from the couch, and turned the lights off. "Come on baby," Viv whispered. I listened to them creep up the hall toward our bedroom.

I opened my eyes but stayed perfectly still. This insanity was actually happening. Viv was alone with another man in our bedroom, and she was going to fuck him right there on our bed.

The realization hit me that she wanted to do it as much as I wanted her to. I'd given her the slightest indication that I might be excited by her taking a lover and she was immediately doing it.

Finally it was too much, so I got up and crept down the hall after them. The door to our bedroom was open a crack, but I didn't want to get too close. I pushed myself up against the wall and listened. "Are you sure he won't wake up?" Mark asked.

"No baby, he won't wake up. Don't worry." Viv said.

I could hear them kissing for a while, and then Mark's voice again. "Oh shit, you're so damn sexy--but this is crazy. Your husband's in the next room!"

"He's sound asleep," Viv said. "But even if he wakes up, who cares? What's he going to do, kick your ass?"

Mark laughed.

"Even I could beat him up," Viv said. "If he came in here right now, I'd tell him to go wait in the living room while I get fucked, and he'd do it too. I wear the chinos around here."

My dick was straining at my boxer shorts, and I grabbed onto it, but resisted the urge to masturbate. I knew I could cum in an instant, but I wanted to hold off. I could hear some slurping sounds and I knew from experience that it was the sound my wife made when she sucked cock.

I could hear Mark's breath too, and he was letting out little groans of pleasure. "This is the most beautiful cock I've ever had in my mouth," I heard Viv whisper.

"And you know just how to work it," Mark said. "That's such a pretty sight, watching you do that. I gotta take a picture."

"Okay," Viv said. "But just one. I'm a married woman."

After a moment Mark said, "No hold it with your left hand so I can see your wedding ring. Yeah that's it. Oh shit, it's a Kodak moment. Now stand up girl, get those leggings off, I wanna see that ass."