For months we shared our secret menage and slipped into a pattern, a routine, a way of things, as always happens through familiarity. Adrienne and I lived together as husband and wife. Adrienne and Derek lived together under that same roof, as lovers. I had accepted it, and I felt powerless to do anything else. They would retire to bed together and say goodnight to me matter-of-factly, as though there were nothing unusual about it. Some nights they would get drunk, and they would cuddle and flirt in front of me before stumbling upstairs. Other times, Adrienne would ask me to leave them, as she had on that first night. I wondered from the knowing little half-smile on her face whether she knew how much this little humiliation excited me, plunged me into a dark place of submission to my fate, and left me stroking myself ecstatically on our bed. While I slept alone, they fucked intensely, sometimes for hours on end, and as lovers they were an enigma, a source of fascination, almost worship, for me as I lay awake listening to the sounds, imagining the scene. I knew that what they were doing, what they were going through, was something quite different from the sex life that I had shared with my wife, and that it was something I would never experience, never be capable of experiencing. I began to feel a real sense of the physical superiority of Derek, my cuckolder. I could never satisfy Adrienne as he did, I had never made her cry out with joy, sob uncontrollably, beg for more, stay up all night, stay home all day caring for nothing but being fucked by her lover. She was like an addict for him. I knew the word for it I suppose, but I felt a huge painful lump of sorrow rise in my throat every time I admitted it to myself. She was in love with him.
"Can you call the office for me, tell them I'm not well and I won't be coming in today?"
This became a familiar request from my wife. I would look over at Derek, knowing that he would be fucking my wife all day, and wondering what that felt like. I always did as she asked.
One morning I brought coffee up to Adrienne and Derek in their bed as I had gotten into the habit of doing, and Adrienne surprised me a little.
"Max, its your birthday next week. We'd like to do something for you. Derek and I. Anything you want. Go somewhere, do something. You're so sweet to us, you make us so happy, we'd like to do something special for you."
"Oh ... OK. Like what?"
Derek was eyeing me, complacent and intruigued with the conversation as my wife answered, her head still on his chest and her beautiful small breasts covered primly by a hand on the sheet as she propped herself up.
"I don't know, anything you want. Have a think about it."
"OK Ade. That's a nice thought. I'll think about it."
After work that evening I caught Adrienne alone in the kitchen. I had been thinking and fantasizing all day, plucking up the courage for my proposal. I didn't want to say it in front of Derek. Even with my wife I was flushed bright red, I could feel blotches on my neck revealing my embarrassment. But I had to say it, this was a chance in a lifetime.
"Adrienne, about your proposal."
"Proposal?"
"For my birthday treat."
"Oh! Yes of course. Did you give it any thought?"
I had to just come right out with it.
"I ... I'd like to ... w-watch."
"Watch?" She raised an eyebrow. "Watch what?"
"You and Derek."
"Ohhhh. Oh ... Oh. Right. I see ..."
A grin came over her face. She looked me up and down briefly, letting me squirm in my embarrassment.
"And how would that work exactly, Max? What would you like us to do?"
"I ... If I could just be a fly on the wall. You could do what you normally do. When I'm out."
She laughed out loud this time.
"Ooh, Maxy. You little pervert, you."
"I know. But you said anything I want. That's what I want most."
She paused a moment, still grinning.
"Let me discuss it with Derek. We'll let you know."
When Derek came home, she asked me to leave them so they could talk, so I went upstairs to the bedroom. At first I could hear them kissing and canoodling, then I heard them chatting and laughing. Then my wife called me down. I was trembling as I walked into my own living room to greet them. They were on the sofa, arm in arm. It was Derek who spoke.
"Adrienne tells me you want to watch us."
I blushed scarlet.
"That's ... that's right Derek."
He grinned. He could see me squirming with shame.
