So on to my weekend away with my wonderful boyfriend Trent. I was 21 at the time, and looking forward to being his girl. I already had an outfit for a friend's wedding two weeks later, so I wore that. It was black, and like a skater dress, with a cream band on hem that was about 3 inches wide. A wide brim floppy hat came with it, in black with a cream band. It hung about 4 or 5 inches off my knees, so I could wear cream stockings with a seam attached to a black suspender belt, which was part of a set with a bra and panties. I had 5 inch black high heels with an open toe. I used black eye shadow and black mascara on my eyes, and red lipstick on my lips.
Richard wasn't allowed to see me until I was ready. He had seen the outfit I was wearing, but he hadn't seen me in it. I called to him, and he opened the bedroom door. I gave him a slow twirl and he really was speechless. Finally he said I looked, "beautiful."
One thing about the word, beautiful, it wasn't a word he used very often, pretty, sexy, or hot were his normal choices. I thanked him and part of me at that moment didn't want to go. There have been a few times like that since, and I'm sure if other wives are honest they have had similar thoughts. I hid it from Richard, and sometimes in the future there were things I have hidden, which will crop up.
I very nearly had tears later in Trent's car about it, and he stopped and I explained it. He said he would drop me back home if I wanted him to, which again, I thought was very nice of him. But I told him we should carry on and I'd be fine.
Anyway back to the bedroom. I got myself together, and took off my wedding ring. I gave it to Richard and told him to look after it. I kissed his cheek, and then left. I think that was quite odd too, because I sort of rushed out the door, before I changed my mind.
Sometimes weddings are a real pain. I didn't know anyone there, but I wouldn't have gone as Trent's girl if I did. It was one of Trent's old friends from university who was getting married. I smiled like you do, and in my head complained about the waiting. We had to wait for the photographer to take various photos in strict order, and he dithered with his light thingy a lot. We went to the reception which was in the hotel, and had to wait for the bride and groom to visit a sick relative somewhere to show off the dress. I was sure I didn't keep people waiting around at my wedding like that.
Even Trent said, "We'll still be here for their first anniversary."
We got seated with a group, which by the talk were more of Trent's mates from University, but it wasn't so bad. By midnight I had danced with all 3 of the men sat at our table. I got felt up by them too.
Trent whispered to me about going back to our room, and once we got in the lift, I realised two of the other guys were in with us. We all ended up in Trent's and my room. Trent asked me if I was up for a little fun. I just smiled at him, because it was obvious what was going to happen. We played strip poker, or as Trent said, "strip and poke her."
There was a slight variation on the rules, whoever won took a piece of MY clothing off. So there I was naked. I sat on the edge of the bed. The guy's stripped down to their boxers. I had to pull their boxers down and give their cocks a kiss and a suck for a whole minute. Trent was orchestrating everything. He sat on the bed with his back against the headboard. I started sucking Trent, while Steve pushed his cock in me from behind. His cock didn't feel much bigger than my husband's, although he lasted longer.
Greg was next, he was around the same size as Trent, and I stopped sucking Trent for a while, because the black cock in my pussy gave me a lovely orgasm. I went back to sucking Trent and took it all down my throat. I collapsed next to him, and fell asleep.
Trent told me the next morning, he had told the guys I was married when he text them earlier in the week, and he had said if they were lucky we could all have some fun. I said I knew something was going on, because at the evening party, I remembered Greg chatting up a girl, and she looked a little miffed when he walked away and danced with me. I had asked him as we danced if he fancied her, he said he did, but he was hoping there was something better on offer.
In the morning I saw an open pack of condoms on the floor, Trent had insisted on Steve and Greg wearing them. I remember getting up in the night and going for a pee, and seeing a condom sat there in the toilet.
I had a shower which woke me up, and then we had breakfast in bed. Trent had also booked the room for Sunday night, he had told me a few days before that he would, but it was up to me if I wanted to stay another night. He asked if I wanted to go sight seeing. I said I would. He said about me asking Richard first if he didn't mind me staying another night.
I just smiled at Trent and told him, "You don't ask a cuckold, you TELL a cuckold."
He just grinned and said he was going to shower and shave.
Remember this was early on in cuckolding Richard, and I wasn't really sure about just phoning him and telling him like I said I would. Richard knew I might be staying another night, he had already said I could, but I wanted Richard to be really sure while I was away from him. So I did what we planned and I text him, "Can I?" I had to wait less than a minute before he replied.
He had two replies which we agreed on. One was, "Phone me," the other was, "Some other time."
When the reply came it said, "Phone me."
So I phoned him, and he recorded everything, so below is actually what was said, 100%.
"Hello Rich, I've decided I'm staying here with Trent for another day. You don't have a problem with that do you?"
"No, of course not, are you having fun?"
"Yeah, of course I am. Trent has been wonderful, and I've got a few surprises to tell you later."
"Can't you tell me now?"
"No, I'm not wasting my time talking to you while I'm here with Trent, you'll have to wait. What are you wearing, as if I didn't know?"
"Your tights, and a skirt and one of my new bras."