This is a continuation of a cuckold story. All characters are over the legal age of consent.
I have entered a world which I never knew existed.
Kent and Jenny were as horny for each other as one would imagine. A gracefully aging toward middle age wife being fucked by a man 10 years younger did much for her self esteem.
Always one to show off her sexy body, Jenny seldom wore anything more than panties when she was home whether Kent was there or not. She would tease me about what was now Kent's pussy. "He took it from you, my sweet wonderful cuckhold husband."
Jenny would kiss me when I returned home from work. Except for me being naked all the time and sleeping in the guest room, it seemed almost normal. But what's normal for a cuckold is not normal for others. I get that.
And me being always naked at home per their instructions, my cock was usually hard. My state of arousal the first month Kent lived with us was almost unbearable. There were nights when he requested that I wait until they finished having intercourse before permitting me entrance into their bedroom to perform my cuckold duties.
I'd go to the den and try not to hear them fucking. Jenny was the most vocal and I always knew when Kent was giving her orgasms.
Although Jenny said he could send me on errands and assign chores, Kent never did. Nor did he demonstrate any disrespect towards me. What he did not wish to see was me masturbating.
Jenny told me and Kent that I would need her permission to jack off, that it was up to her and only her. That she made this declaration to me in Kent's presence was nearly enough to make my constant erection cum.
But Kent didn't grin, didn't wear a smirk or smug expression. He just watched our conversations with an interest in the dynamic between cuckold husband and wife.
And my Jenny? She gave me her permission to jack off rarely. She'd take my hard cock in her hand, and smile. "I love you and I love your cock. But sweet heart, not tonight."
When the end of the month came, Jenny snuck into my room one night. Laying beside me, we kissed. Then she took my cock in her hand and stroked me very softly and slowly keeping me on edge. "I want you to enjoy this, Mike. And baby, thank you for allowing me this freedom. I can't imagine how difficult it must be for you."
"I admit, Jen, there are times when I want to tell you to end this. And then there are times when I wish I could be with you two more. But I will respect Kent's wishes for privacy when he wants it. Does he know you're in here?"
"Don't worry about Kent. He thinks he owns my pussy and I let him think that. There's only one man who owns my pussy, my heart, and my love, baby. That's you."
"Hearing you tell me that makes me feel good about this, whatever this is."
"Babe, you can always end it with one word."
I could have ended it but chose to enjoy my pain and pleasure for as long as I could.
If laying beside your wife while she gives you a hand job is making love, that's what we did that night.
It would become a monthly ritual. With every late night visit, Jenny would ask if I wanted to end Kent's being the man of the house. And every time she'd ask, I would tell her no. "I love that he's fucking you the way you want, Jen. I actually like the guy. He's been as understanding and polite as one could hope to expect for a young man in this situation."
"And you like seeing his big cock swinging when he walks naked through the house too, I bet."
"You know it. God but that man is blessed," I said.
"So am I, Mike. And you let it happen. Damn how did I get so lucky to have you?"
"And Kent," I smiled.
"And Kent," she chuckled.
I wasn't their house pet. I was able to dress and go out when I felt like it. Jeff and I hung out. He wanted to know why we hadn't called him for his services. I only said that Jenny was taking a sabbatical for a while. What we did was none of his business.
We never mentioned our 69's or anything like that. Had Jenny been the fly on the wall like she said, she would have been disappointed.
Kent never took Jenny to meet his parents, and they kept their date nights to a minimum. I think that was Jenny's doing so as not to advertise their relationship.
We were well in our 4th month when Jenny surprised both Kent and me. "Kent," Jenny told her lover one night as we ate. "I'm going to spend this night with my husband. We are going to make love. If you cannot handle it, you may leave us."
It wasn't a question.
It was like old times. Jenny and I lay together talking. I told Jenny I love her and I was happy Kent was giving her what she wanted. I was also happy to experience the perverse thrill of being a cuckold husband whose wife has a live-in lover.
She asked me what it was like being denied sex with her and having my masturbation restricted.
I confessed that it was something I was not able to put into words. "I'm probably wired to be a masochist. I can't tell you what or why, babe. You know I like you being in charge. What embarrassed me the most was when you told me in front of Kent that you were the only one who could give me permission to masturbate."
"Was it too much, Mike?"
"See? This is where I'm confused. When you said that, it was humiliating yet, I almost came. I found that a little humiliation in front of your lover was very, um, I don't know, erotic maybe. I knew it was about sex and cuckolding me which made it so arousing. But I wouldn't like being humiliated outside of that scenario. Do you understand what I'm trying to say, Jen?"
"I think I do, Mike. that touch of embarrassment elevates the feelings you get watching us."
"I think you've summed it up perfectly, Jen. But I will say that I miss sleeping beside you, feeling your warmth, hearing your soft breathing, your hand reaching out to touch me in your sleep."
"Mike, to be honest, there are nights I barely sleep. At first it was fun; new and exciting and all that you and I both felt it would be. But recently, the guilt I feel having left you, even if we're still together for a bigger cock fills me and is almost too much. I wish you'd come through the door and tell us it's over."
We made love that night and it was beautiful. I did my best to assuage Jen's guilt and I think she was feeling better when she slept beside me, snoring softly.
There was no need for me to put a stop to Jen and Kent's relationship. He left a note we found in the morning. Thanking us for a wonderful time, he said he needed to be with others his own age.
"Jealous?" I asked my wife.
"Ya think," she smiled.
So, our life returned to what's considered normal for most people. Jenny still liked me naked when home and she would still dress in barely-there panties and other lingerie keeping the spark alive.
It only took me a week and a half to have my wife make up for the sex she deprived me for those months with Kent.
One evening, after all the holidays were over and Kent was a fading memory, we were watching TV while having a glass of wine. "Mike, are there any moments or something that stands out in your mind of being cuckolded that you think about, maybe even miss?"
I looked at my wife. "Are you asking because you miss being fucked by another man?"
"I asked you first," Jenny replied.
