Chapter 1
Lauren arrived home late Sunday afternoon, tired from a long weekend of meetings and driving. After hugs and welcomes from the kids, she carried her bags upstairs and unpacked. After a quick dinner, she said she was heading upstairs. Twelve hour days of meetings and sleeping in a cabin left her desperate for a shower.
"I'm going to take a shower and get changed. You want to get the kids started on bedtime?" she asked.
"Sure," I replied. The kids were tired and fell asleep relatively easily. I padded back to our bedroom where Lauren was tucking herself into bed, freshly showered and dressed in her pajamas.
I climbed into bed, eyeing the clock and appreciating that we had a good hour or so to ourselves before one of us fell asleep, usually Lauren. I slid over and snuggled up, draping an arm over her.
"How are you? How was your trip? I asked.
"It was good. The meetings were fine. But..." she trailed off.
"What's up?" I replied, innocently.
"But there's something I need to tell you about. Promise you won't get angry?" she asked anxiously. She bit her bottom lip and seemed to withdraw into herself a bit.
"Uhh, I'm not sure what you mean. What's going on?"
She spoke deliberately. "You know your fantasy that you've told me about? I kind of had... an experience."
My breath caught and I froze. I was surprised and intrigued. "Which fantasy? What kind of experience did you have?" I asked dispassionately. My heart was racing. I thought I knew was she was talking about, but wanted her to confirm it.
"I... the one with another guy. That fantasy."
It's what I had hoped, but needed more information. If this was what I thought it was, I wanted a lot more information. I kept my voice level and curious as I inquired. "What kind of experience?"
"We didn't have sex, but something happened. Are you angry?"
"No... I'm not angry. I'm very curious. I want to know everything." I felt my arousal growing.
"I don't want to hurt you," she assured me. "It just kind of happened. Are you sure you want me to tell you about it?"
"I can't promise that I won't feel insanely jealous and maybe angry or hurt or humiliated, but that's on me. I've been telling you about my fantasy for a long time. I've even explicitly given you permission. And honestly, I'm incredibly turned on right now." My voice reflected my lust. "I want you to tell me."
She looked at me for a moment, peering into my eyes and weighing things out. "Well, we had a new member join the planning committee. He's about our age, and runs a camp in eastern Ohio. His name is Cody. You know there aren't many people my age, so we kind of stick together. It's really just Marie and her husband Derek, me, and now Cody. We spent a lot of time talking. He sat with us at all the meals and we got to know each other." She looked me in the eye. "Are you sure you want to hear this?"
I took her hand in mine and slid it down to the rock hard tent in my pajama pants. "Yes, please continue."
She let her hand linger for a moment before pulling it away. She was never completely comfortable talking about sex, but it was on her to continue.
"Well, Friday night after the meetings were done we all hung around and played games. It was fun and he was my partner for several games. He's single - he got divorced a few years ago. I asked him about that because he was pretty flirty."
"What does he look like?" I asked. The picture in my head was forming, and I needed the characters to help set the scene.
"He's tall but shorter than you, maybe about six feet. He has brown hair, a pretty decent beard. He's strong and muscular, but not real slim. He's not fat, just kind of burly. He could pass as a lumberjack. And he's really funny, with a big laugh. You'd like him, he reminded me of you in a lot of ways."
"Okay. Good looking?"
"Yeah, I guess you'd say that," she admitted. "I wasn't exactly attracted to him when I first met him, but I started to think he was pretty cute."
Lauren rolled onto her side, facing me. "Is this really ok with you? I don't have to tell you."
"Oh my god, I need you to tell me. This is amazing." My breath had picked up and my head was swimming.
I'd had a fantasy for many years about my wife (or even past girlfriends) cheating on me. This particular kink is known as cuckolding and it's a strange, nuanced dream that blends insecurity and humiliation, pleasure and angst, anticipation and release. I'd shared this with Lauren many times and asked her to play along, but she never indulged me. At best, she rolled her eyes at me and at worst, it turned her off and shut down any hopes I had of such fantasy play.
Lauren was inexperienced in the bedroom when I met her, and I was her first and only partner. We had struggled with sex for more than a decade as she had little appetite compared to my voracious desire. To make things worse, she had never managed to achieve an orgasm. It wasn't for lack of trying on both of our parts, but she always fell short of that goal. I always felt like she didn't know what she was missing.
Many of my cuckold fantasies involved Lauren getting her first orgasm. There were so many variations and flavors of this fantasy that I'd nearly forgotten how exquisite and intense the feeling could be. I felt my stomach twisting at the suspense.
"Please...continue."
"Well, we had meetings all day Saturday. When I got up and went to breakfast, Cody was sitting at a table by himself. I grabbed some food and sat down with him. We talked and laughed and he kept flirting with me. I don't think it was on purpose, I just think it's his nature. I kept blushing and that made him laugh. Then it became sort of a game, to see if he could make me blush."
"How did that feel?" I asked.
"I liked it. He's got these intense eyes and when he smiles or laughs, it's like he's laughing in his eyes as well. It's very disarming. I was very comfortable around him."
"Then what happened?"
"We had our meetings. Then lunch, and the four of us hung out again. There are a lot of much older people and they all know each other so well, they mostly left us alone. Then we had meetings again all afternoon, then dinner, then more meetings until about nine o'clock when we wrapped up for the night. It was kind of exhausting."
"Ok. So... did something happen between you two?"
"I'm getting there. After the meetings, one of the older guys on the committee got out all of his games. He has huge stacks of games that he brings and people hang around and play. Friday night, some people were up until four a.m. playing cards and games and stuff. I was so tired on Friday I went straight to bed, but I figured I'd stay up on Saturday for a while.
"The weather was nicer and someone built a bonfire outside. So some of us sat outside and hung around talking. Marie and Derek and Cody and I sat over on one side, hanging out. Cody was sitting next to me and he kept looking over at me. Eventually, Marie and Derek said they were heading to bed. It was getting a little colder, and I shivered. I guess Cody saw that, because he scooted over next to me on the bench and put his arm around my shoulder and kind of gave me a hug. There weren't very many people left, and we were kind of snuggled up on the bench. I looked over and he was looking right at me. We just looked at each other for a moment and then he leaned over and kissed me."
"What did you do?"
"I kissed him back."
"How was that?"
"It was nice. I liked it."
"Then what happened?"
"Well, we kissed a little more."
"Tongue?" I inquired. She didn't particularly enjoy kissing, especially when tongue was involved. Sometimes I had to coerce her into french kissing.
"Yeah, a little bit. It was sweet, and it just felt natural."
"Go on," I encouraged.
"After a little while, I remembered we weren't alone and looked around the fire. Nobody was paying us any attention, but he must have read my mind. Because then he asked me if we should go somewhere a little more private.
Chapter 2
"I have to tell you this. I thought about you. I was going to say no, I didn't want to cheat on you. But it just felt different and I was really turned on."
"Did he know you were married?" I interrupted.
"Yes, and I reminded him of that, but he didn't seem to care about that."
"What did he say?"
"He said, 'Your husband isn't here, is he? What do you want to do?'"
"What did you want to you?" I asked.
"Honestly, I wanted to keep kissing. It felt really nice. So I stood up. Then he stood up and I asked him where we should go. He took my hand we walked back around the big lodge, where there were smaller cabins and a gazebo. He walked right up to a small cabin and opened the door for me. I asked if this was his cabin and he said it was, that they gave him his own cabin because the bigger shared mens' cabin was under renovation so a bunch of the guys got their own cabins."
"You didn't have your own cabin?"
"No, I slept in a big room with like 15 women who snored all night," she laughed.
"Then what happened?"
"I went in and looked around. He took his jacket off and offered to take mine. Then he kissed me again."
"Were you standing up, sitting down? Describe it for me." I felt her hand shift under the blankets and graze my boxers.
"You really are enjoying this, aren't you?" she asked, somewhat incredulous.
"Yes. More than you can imagine."
"Well, we were standing up when he kissed me. It was a harder kiss this time, though. More passionate. I felt his hand around the back of my head and I put my hands on his back. He seemed so strong and all of a sudden, we were making out and sitting down on the bed and then we were lying down making out. He was right next to me, and he kept running his fingers through my hair and down my face and along my chin.
"Then he had his hands all over me and I was grabbing him. It felt strange. I haven't done this with anyone else since I met you."
"Where was he touching you?"
"All over. He touched my breasts, grabbed my butt, slid his hands up and down my whole body. He also rubbed me between the legs a bit."
"Over your clothes or under?" I asked.
"Over, at least at first."
My cock twitched at this and she noticed.
"Oh, you want to hear about that? Okay," she smirked. "Well, we were making out and he was rubbing my breasts. Suddenly, he slid his hand under my shirt and I felt him right on my bra. He pushed my bra out of the way and started feeling me."
"Did you like it?"
"Yeah. It felt really good. And then... then he slid his hand down and unbuttoned my jeans."
"What next?" I rasped, my breath growing heavier.
"He unzipped me slowly, and he stopped kissing me. He just looked me in the eyes for a moment. He was watching me. I could feel his fingers slide down and brush against me, on top of my underwear. Apparently, he liked my reaction because he grinned at me."
"What was your reaction?"
"I closed my eyes and took a really deep breath. I guess I gasped a bit. It felt amazing."
"What were you thinking about? Did you want him to touch you?"
"Oh yes. I wanted him so badly. I was thinking about how good it felt and wondering if he would... what he wanted to do."
"What did he do?"
"He kept touching me. He had his fingers rubbing me and we started kissing again. I was moaning a little and then he put a finger inside me."
I shuddered at this, and she stroked me gently. I could feel my boxers straining around my arousal.
"I don't know how long we did that, but all of a sudden I could feel myself bucking my hips against his hand. He just kept going and it felt so good and then..." she trailed off.
"What? What happened?"
