Cuck Playoffs Pt 02

Conference Championship:

The morning after my wife's encounter with Mark, she seemed extra loving and attentive toward me. She made me breakfast and kept giving me little kisses when I wasn't expecting them. We didn't talk about it but every once in a while she would give me a knowing look and giggle.

It was like we had a winning lottery ticket and hadn't told anyone about it yet.

When I got to work, I went down to the shipping department to sort out a numbering discrepancy with our inventory control slips and ran right into Mark and Hector outside the Operation Director's office. They both grinned at me. "How are you feeling this morning?" Mark asked.

"Actually I feel pretty good," I said.

"You passed out man," Mark said.

"Did I? The last thing I remember was helping Viv clean up."

"That's a good woman you have there," Mark said. "Any girlfriend I've ever had gets mad at me when I drink too much. Viv just tucked you in and turned out the light."

"That's a good woman," Hector said.

"Yeah, I know it," I said. "You guys are coming over for the championship this Sunday, right?"

"Yep," Hector said.

"Wouldn't miss it," Mark said.

"Good," I said, turning and walking away.

I was going up the stairs when I realized that I hadn't done what I'd come down to shipping to do. I turned and went back down the stairs and when I came around the corner, Mark was holding his phone in front of Hector, showing him something.

I knew by the way they looked up at me that it was the picture Mark had taken of Viv sucking his cock. I could feel my face turn bright red. I held up the folder I was holding. "Control slips," I said as I went past them.

When I got back to my office I was shaking with humiliation and rage. I felt betrayed. I could wring Mark's neck for violating Viv's trust.

I was truly pissed, so I tried very hard to ignore the fact that I was also turned on.

I texted Viv: 'I think Mark showed that picture of you to Hector!!!'

She replied: 'So?'

'Doesn't that bother you???'

'No. It's his picture--he can do whatever he wants with it. As long as it doesn't go on the internet I don't care.'

'But this is where I work! I don't want everyone here to know!'

'To know what? The truth? Don't be such a baby!'

I didn't know how to respond to that. I looked down at my khakis, tented obscenely under my desk, and sighed. Finally I texted her back: 'Ok, you're right. Sorry.'

She replied with a red heart and a kissy face.

For the rest of the week, Viv continued to be extra loving and sweet to me but I also noticed her being more secretive with her phone.

When I asked her who she was texting she would pause for a moment before answering, as if she were thinking up a lie. Two times she told me it was her sister, which was strange because she hardly ever talked to her sister.

One night, when she fell asleep on the couch, I picked up her phone and punched in her pin but it didn't unlock. I tired again and got the same result.

She'd changed her pin.

What could it mean? I'd told her that I approved of her fucking Mark--I'd even licked her pussy clean afterwards! What could she be hiding from me? If she was sending sexual texts to him, I wouldn't care, in fact, it would turn me on.

I was a bit worried.

By Friday, her manner toward me seemed to have shifted. Before I left for work, she gave me a list of things she wanted me to pick up on my way home, and the items on the list meant I'd have to stop at three stores. That would be a nightmare on Friday evening.

She also demanded that I spend my Saturday cleaning for the party and driving her to various appointments. She didn't ask me, she told me to do it as if I were the hired help. There were no please or thank-yous.

On Saturday morning, she handed me a cookbook. "I put post-it notes on all the pages with the recipes I want you to make for the party tomorrow," she said. "Some of them you'll need to get started before you drive me to the spa today."

"Whoa," I said. "You want me to do all the cooking and drive you around? What the hell Viv?"

She smiled at me as if she had been hoping I'd complain. "Are you happy with our little arrangement?" she asked.

"You mean..."

"You know what I mean," she said.

I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. "Yes," I said. "You know I am. I'm very happy with it."

"And do you want it to continue?"

"Yes, very much." I said.

"Good," she said. "I do too, but I can't be your horny sex goddess unless I FEEL sexy, and to feel sexy, I need to be relaxed and confident. While you're doing all the cooking and cleaning today, I want you to remember that you're doing it to take the pressure off me so that I can satisfy your unique sexual tastes. Does that make sense?"

"Yes," I said. "Yes, yes, yes."

She had me wrapped around her little finger and she knew it.

If I was 100% honest, I'd have to admit that I liked it. I spent hundreds of dollars on Friday and Saturday and battled huge crowds on the road and at grocery and liquor stores. I made marinades and rubs I'd never attempted before and mixed dips that I had no idea were so complicated.

Normally all this would have grated my nerves and made me irritable, but I kept remembering that I was doing Viv's bidding and it lent the chores an erotic undertone.

When it was finally time to pick Viv up from the salon on Saturday, I was stunned at how good she looked.

She'd had a massage and facial at the spa that morning, and then had her nails done bright red and her hair colored and cut at one of the high-end salons in town. She told me to take her to the trendy new shopping district by the river because she wanted to buy something special at Victoria's Secret.

When we got into the store, she handed me her purse and I stood behind her holding it while she browsed underwear.

A salesgirl approached her, and Viv asked her if they had some stretchy French-cut lace panties in a different color. The girl came back with some that were the right color but in a regular cut.

"These would be more comfortable," the girl said. "Although I know some people prefer the the French-cut." She looked over at me and I nodded.

"They're not for him, he's just my husband," Viv said.

The salesgirl paused, then laughed. Viv sent her on another errand which gave me time to discreetly adjust myself. I wanted to hide my humiliation-erection. Viv wound up buying three sets of matching lace bras and panties; four G-strings, red, gold, blue, and leopard print; and a push-up bra.

It cost me $327.86.

That night, while I was still putting stuff away for the party the next day, Viv called me into the bathroom. What I saw when I got there stunned me.

Viv was wearing nothing but her cream-colored lace bra and panties. The cream-colored lace was a shade lighter than her skin, and when she turned to me, I saw that she had put on bright red lipstick and smoky eye shadow too. She looked absolutely stunning. "Wow," I said.

She handed me her phone. "I need you to take some pictures of me," she said.

"Oh, okay." I said. "You look fantastic."

"Thanks sweetie. Try going from a high angle, I'm going to pretend I'm putting lipstick on." She picked up a tube of lipstick and leaned over the sink, getting her face close to the mirror and sticking out her perfectly round ass.

I lifted the phone up high and took a few pictures from slightly different angles. "Let me see," she said. She took the phone from me and frowned at it. "No, no." She deleted two of the pictures. "Wait, this one's pretty good." She hit a couple of buttons and I heard the 'swoosh' sound of the picture being sent.

"Did you just send that to Mark?" I asked.

She raised an eyebrow at me and smiled. "Maybe," she said. "Wait here, I want to get some pics in the gold G-string." She clicked the phone off, set it down on the counter, and went across the hall to the bedroom to change.

She wasn't gone five seconds before a text pinged in. I looked at it and saw that it said 'WOW!!!' Then I looked at the name. It didn't say 'Mark' as I expected--it said 'Hector.'

I was dizzy all of a sudden and I had to sit on the edge of the tub. That's what she'd been hiding on her phone, she hadn't been sexting Mark, she'd been sexting Hector.

I was in a tailspin when Viv came back wearing her gold G-string and push-up bra. Somehow she looked even better than she had before. "Damn!" I said. "I can't believe how sexy you look!"

"Really? Do you like the bra like this or like this?" She adjusted it down so that her hard nipples were visible over the top.

"That's super hot!" I said.

"Not too desperate?"

"No way. You look like a goddess."

She made me take some pictures of her pretending to put mascara on, and then she dismissed me. I'm ashamed to admit that as soon as I got back into the kitchen, I jacked off with images of Hector and my wife swimming around in my addled brain.

Our party for the conference championship game was bigger than our previous two playoff parties. There were twelve people there before the pre-game coverage had even started. The consensus opinion between our guests and the commentators on television seemed to be that our team was going to lose.

By kickoff, there were almost seventy people crammed into our house. I was glad I had set up a second TV in the dining room.

Mark had come but there was no sign of Hector. Part of me was relieved. There was something about the way he had looked at me at the last party that made me nervous. It was like he saw me as I really was instead of as I wished to be seen. He'd smiled at me like he'd known he could fuck my wife if he wanted to.

Our defense got a safety early in the first quarter and then promptly gave up two touchdowns. At halftime, I noticed that Mark and Viv were talking quietly in the corner. Viv saw me looking and called me over.

"Honey, get Mark another beer and fix me another screwdriver," she said. Mark looked at me, smiling.

I went to the kitchen and by the time I got back, I'd missed most of the halftime commentary. I wondered if anyone had hinted that our team still had a ghost of a chance of winning the game.

When I handed Mark his drink he nodded and looked at me seriously. "You and me need to have a talk," he said. "After the game."

My knees felt weak and my scrotum contracted. "Okay," I said. "Sure."

"Bring in another bag of chips for the dining room," Viv said. "They're almost out."

I went and got the chips, experiencing a strange sense of satisfaction at obeying Viv's orders in front of people.

In the second half, our defense didn't allow any points. We got a touchdown, a field goal from 48 yards out and then a field goal in the final seconds of the game to win by 1 point. The early safety wound up being the determining factor.

It was an incredible game.

The party broke up pretty quickly after that. A few people stayed around chatting, mostly the drunks.

Viv started directing me to clean up this and that, and the stragglers finally got the hint.

Mark sat on the couch sipping his beer and watching Viv. I got more and more turned on as the place cleared out, thinking about the 'talk' Mark wanted to have with me.

Finally, it was just the three of us in the house and Mark stood. "Alright," he said to me. "Let's get going."

"Get going where?" I asked.

"I thought we'd go over to Tino's Lounge," he said. "Come on, you're driving."

"You coming hon?" I asked my wife.

"No," she said. "There's too much to do around here. You boys go and have fun."

It seemed strange, but I went along with their plan. On the way to Tino's, Mark and I talked about the game and our team's corners, who'd been amazing in the second half.

Tino's was jumping. The parking lot was close to full and it was loud inside with drunk and happy football fans. Mark led me to a high-top table on the far side of the bar area. After we sat down, he looked at me for a while with a furrowed brow. Finally, he spoke.

"Last week, after the game, I fucked your wife," he said. He studied my face for a moment, trying to read my reaction. "How do you feel about that?"

How I felt was like I might slide off the chair onto the ground and lie there in a puddle of shame. My mouth felt numb and I wasn't sure my tongue would work, but I tried to speak. "Oh, I uh... Yes. I actually um. Well--I wasn't..."

A waitress, a young pretty blonde, had appeared at the edge of our table. "Hey Mark, how you doing?" she asked. "What can I bring you boys?"

"Hey there Ava," Mark said. "Can you bring us a couple of shots of Coronado tequila?"

"Sure thing," she said, and bounced away.

Mark looked at me again. "I fucked your wife last week after the game. I did it right there in your bed. You were passed out in your easy chair," he said. "I'm telling you this man-to-man here. What do you have to say?"

I was determined to perform better than I had the last time I'd tried to speak. I cleared my throat. "I guess you'd expect me to be mad about it," I said. "But uh... Viv and me, we've been married a long time. We're solid and uh... She has a free pass to play around. To tell the truth, I already knew about you and Viv."

"Oh good!" Mark said. "Viv told me you knew, but I thought she was lying. I mean, who ever heard of a man letting his wife sleep with other guys?" He shook his head in wonder. "You must be open minded."

"Well it's not that I 'let' her sleep with other guys," I said. "I actually encourage it. I love the idea of Viv being sexually free. It's a huge turn-on for me."

"Wow." Mark said. "Hector was right about you." He saw that I was surprised. "Oh yeah, sorry man, I told Hector about what I did with Viv. I was confused and I needed some guidance. Don't worry about it though, he's cool. He can keep a secret."

The waitress came over with our shots and Mark thanked her. He lifted his glass. "To Viv," he said. "And to her sexual freedom."

We clinked glasses and drank down our shots. "So what exactly did Hector say about me?" I asked.

"He said there's a word for it: Cuckold. He has some experience. He told me he'd been involved with a married woman once whose husband was into it. I thought he was talking shit."

I shrugged and smiled. "Yeah, I guess I'm a cuckold," I said. "There's no point in denying it. I mean, look at her and look at me. She gets better offers all the time--she's gorgeous. I always knew that if she cheated on me, I would forgive her. I used to think about it all the time, you know, kind of game-planning how I would comfort her and tell her it was alright. Then I realized I was actually kind of looking forward to it, like I wanted it to happen. I didn't want her to feel guilty for any part of it, so I decided to give her pre-forgiveness. But it morphed into something beyond that. I realized that I loved the idea. I wanted her to do it, and I think the fact that I encourage it makes it more enjoyable for her."

"I was afraid you'd tell me to leave her alone," Mark said.

"No," I said, "by all means, keep fucking my wife."

Mark looked over my shoulder and laughed. I looked up and saw that the waitress had been standing there and had heard what I'd said. She gave me a condescending little smile. "Can I get you another shot sweetheart?" she asked me.

"Yeah we'll take another round," I said, dropping my voice an octave.

"I'll be right back with those, sugar," she said and sauntered off.

I must've been bright red because Mark tried to make me feel better. "Don't worry about her. I've heard stories about her that make you and your wife look like protestants."

"You know, last week I watched you and Viv," I said. "I was hiding in the doorway."

"I thought I heard you!" he said.

"Well since all our cards are out on the table," I said, "how do you feel about me being in the room next time?"

He looked at me, thinking. "It might be okay," he said. "As long as you're not directly involved. I mean, I generally don't get down with other guys y'understand. But if you wanna jerk it in the corner or whatever, that would be okay."

Our shots came and I asked the Ava for our check.

I couldn't believe how far I'd come. The week before, I'd been hiding behind a door, peeking in on Mark and my wife. This week, I'd have a front row seat.

Mark and I drank our shots, but I was feeling more high than drunk. I wanted to rush home and get started. I put down a wad of cash, giving the girl at least a $20 tip, and we left the bar.

I had to concentrate on my driving because my head was clouded with tequila and sex.

"I'm glad Hector was right about you man," Mark said. "I thought there might be some drama."

"Is that why you took me to Tino's?"

"That was Hector's idea. He said you'd be less likely to freak out in a public place."

"Hmm," I said. "When did you give him Viv's number?"

"What?" Mark shook his head. "What are you talking about? I didn't give him Viv's number."

"She was sending him pics the other night," I said.

"Oh fuck!" Mark said.

When we got to my house, Hector's car was parked in the driveway.

As soon as we got in the front door, Viv's rhythmic moans of pleasure could be heard. I followed Mark down the hall to my bedroom. The door was open and Viv was on her back with her legs in the air.

Hector's whole back seemed to be a collection of muscles barely covered by brown skin. He had tattoos on his arms and back, and Viv held onto his bulging biceps as he thrust into her. "Hector man, what the fuck?" Mark shouted.

The lovers looked over at us, unsurprised.

"Oh good, you're here," Hector said. He pulled out of my wife and I saw what had been making her moan. His cock was easily over eight inches long and thick as a coke can. His veins looked like power cables, crisscrossing up to his fat, blunt cockhead.

Hector, by the look of it, was very turned on. His fat tool arched upward and bobbed in the air as he sat on the edge of the bed.

Viv propped herself up on an elbow and left her legs spread, her gaping pussy an invitation. She smiled at me and Mark. "Did you two come to an agreement?" she asked.

"Yeah we did," Mark said. "And you were right Hector, he's a cuckold. He even admitted it to me. But I wish you'd told me that you were going to try some shit like this."

"Don't be so possessive," Hector said. "This is a married woman here. It's not like she's your girlfriend."

Viv got up and draped herself over Hector, pressing her soft tits up against his hard back. She reached down and took hold of his massive erection and began jacking him off. She smiled at me with a naughty twinkle in her eye.

"I thought you could give me some advice man, I wasn't thinking we were gonna run a train on her."

"What train? That's her fuckin' husband right there. He's not gettin' any of this while we're around. It's not a train, it's just a three-way." He closed his eyes for a moment and enjoyed the hand job, then looked right at Mark with a smirk. "Come on man, let's see what this bitch can do."

Mark shrugged and started taking off his clothes. I felt I had to bring some semblance of sanity or sobriety to the situation. I forced myself to speak. "Honey, are you okay with this?" I asked.

Hector laughed and then Mark and Viv laughed too. "Yes sweetie," Viv said. "You just sit back and enjoy the show."

Mark took his phone out of his pants pocket, unlocked it, and handed it to me. "Take some videos for me," he said, peeling off his boxers. His dick was very large too, not as long as Hector's but just as thick.

Viv slid off of the bed and onto her knees. Hector stood next to Mark and Viv looked up, grinning. "These are the most beautiful cocks I've ever seen," she said, taking one in each hand. She began sucking Mark while stroking Hector.

Mark looked up at the ceiling and groaned.