"Ten Minutes for the Cuckold"
A Cuckold's Diary, Chapter 38
November 2012
A note for Literotica readers: PLEASE, folks - this is a story about cuckolding. Honest, I wouldn't lie to you! If you read it, you are going to hear about cuckolding. If this will upset you, may I suggest that you either a) don't read it, or b) don't get your nose out of joint when you get upset.
I post this in the Loving Wives Section of Literotica because it's about a loving wife... and husband. If it doesn't meet your criteria for love, please see the paragraph above. Sally isn't leaving me, she isn't into me for my money, and our love keeps growing as we embrace our relationship. But thanks for worrying!
Sincerely,
Cuckold Paul
A few words about Sally and Ted. Sally is my wife; we're coming up on our 30th anniversary this spring. We've gone through good times and bad, but the longer we're married the better the times have been. We've raised our kids and sent them out into the world, which is what parents are supposed to do. Along the way we've tried to give them role models of a husband and wife who love each other, are passionate for each other and respect each other, all of which is true. They have NO idea that Sally cuckolds me, and that's the way it should be; children don't want to know about their parents' sex lives, no matter what flavor! What matters is that we have found a way that works for us; as you will see in this story, it works for both of us.
Ted is a great guy, and a good friend to both of us (really!). He's a little older, and from time to time he reminisces about his sexual ability in years gone by. But neither of us would, or could, say he's over the hill; he turns my wife on more than I ever did, even in my younger days! He loves his relationship with Sally, and confided that he has turned down other offers because he wants to continue to fuck my wife bareback. What can you say about a man who wants his lover to be safe and comfortable fucking him? He's a successful businessman with an eye toward retirement in a few years, and he wants nothing from my wife except the pleasure they share together, and nothing from me except bringing my wife to him. Every cuckold and cuckoldress should be as blessed as we are, with a talented and caring lover!
To the story...
It had been a long month. Sally had traveled to a family reunion in Europe, then our youngest adult son came home for a few weeks between apartments. Then we had a run-in with a nasty, destructive woman named Sandy, as in "Hurricane Sandy." Fortunately, no injuries and no expensive damage to our home, but a week and a half without electricity didn't leave much room for Sally to be alone to masturbate. Bottom line, by the time her date with Ted arrived, she was HORNY. So was he, but to be honest, he always is.
Over the past few years I've really tried hard not to choreograph their dates. It doesn't always work out perfectly for me, but I feel it's really important for all of us to know that it's about them, not me. Sometimes I'll make a request, and they do their best to honor it if it's not too over the top, but I'm very conscious of knowing my place and accepting that sex is for them, not me. So it was with some hesitation that I asked Sally for a favor.
I said I knew that their lovemaking is private, and that it's very distracting to them when I'm hovering over them and jerking off while they have sex. But I wondered if, in between their lovemaking, they could find 10 minutes or so for me to come into their room and talk with them while they were in bed together. I said I didn't need a sex show, and I completely understood why they want to be alone when they are fucking, but could we perhaps just have a quiet time to talk while she and he are together? Sally asked me why I wanted that, instead of watching them fuck. I said I would just like to know the feeling of talking with them while they are a couple and I'm on the outside; to have all of us acknowledge in words that they are cuckolding me. As always, she said they'd consider my request. I thanked her, and said I couldn't ask for more.
What follows is a composite of two perspectives: mine and Ted's. It only makes sense to relate the story in chronological order, but that means switching between what I saw and what Ted told me when he was done fucking my wife. I'll try to be clear about which is which.
The morning of their date went as usual. We were in the hotel, and I woke her an hour before he arrived. She showered and prepared herself while I made the bed for them (see previous chapters to understand the excitement and humiliation I feel when I do this), and then Sally called me into the bathroom. She was finishing plucking the stray hairs from her breasts, and as has become our ritual, she asked me to check them to see if she had missed any. I sat on the edge of the tub and inspected my wife's breasts, to make sure they were perfect for her lover. I found only one hair, and as she plucked it with the tweezer she thanked me for my help.
She sent me out to the living room to await Ted's arrival as she dressed. Well, not exactly "dressed," but she put on her sexiest black bra, matching black panties and her black, see-through peignoir, which counts as "dressed for Ted." She came out to the living room and sat on the couch facing me; I tried to remain calm, but we both knew that in a few minutes Ted would arrive, sit next to her on the couch, their date would begin and I would be forgotten. I started to get hard without even touching myself.
Ted arrived just after 9 am. When he knocked on the door I let him in, and without a word to me he handed me his coat and made a beeline for my wife. He leaned over her, gave her a passionate kiss and said, "I missed you." Sally tried to say she missed him, too, but his lips were pressed against hers so tightly that it came out as "I miffd yu t-." He understood, especially since her hand found its way to his cock and she began stroking him through his pants.
I asked them if they wanted me to get them coffee. They said yes, and Ted asked for -- ready for this? -- a banana. Sally took that as an excuse to stroke him again, saying something about already having one, but I did my best to choke out a response and leave them together as I went to the lobby. As I closed the door behind me, the last thing I saw was Ted leaning into my wife, kissing her and feeling her up through her bra.
I came back with the coffee and an apple; they didn't have any bananas, but I made a note to myself to bring one from home next time. I really do feel it's my job to do anything I can to make their dates go perfectly, so if he wants a banana, I'll bring him one. It may be the first time I've ever gotten hard while shopping for produce, but what the hell!
It looked like they hadn't moved. Ted was still kissing Sally and feeling her up, running his hands all over her bra-covered tits, and Sally was holding him with one arm and stroking his now-hard cock through his pants with the other. They paused to drink their coffee (Ted never ate the apple), then went back to making out. They talked about ordinary things -- family, work, and the just-completed election, my wife taking care not to gloat about Obama's victory to her very-Republican lover. But even as they talked, they never stopped touching each other. Ted has told me many times that he loves how Sally never stops touching him, and Sally has said the same about Ted; I understood that I was just getting a small look at what would happen over the next several hours.
It was my wife who finally said, "Let's continue this conversation in the bedroom." Ted put down his coffee like it was on fire, nearly leaped to his feet and helped Sally up from the couch. As he headed toward the bedroom she walked over to me, gave me a deep, powerful, sexy kiss -- much deeper, more powerful and sexier than any kiss she gives me when we're together -- and then pulled my face into her tits. As I felt the warmth of her flesh against my lips and cheeks she said, "This is for Ted, not for you." I shuddered. She pulled away, walked over to Ted and took his hand, and the lovers went to bed.
At the sound of the bedroom door clicking shut I quickly pulled down my pants and underwear. I left them, together with my shoes and socks, on the living room floor, and dragged a chair from the dining area over to the hallway outside the bedroom. By the time I sat down and started masturbating outside their door, I heard Sally's vibrator humming and Ted whispering to her. I couldn't make out what he was saying, but I knew he was telling her how beautiful she looked how sexy she looked, and how much he wanted her to feel good.
I always glance at my watch when they start, because time seems to stand still when I'm being cuckolded. So I can tell you that it was exactly TWO MINUTES from when I sat down outside the bedroom door to the moment Sally came in Ted's arms. She came hard, the bed shaking again and again as her body jumped and shook, and she came loudly -- much louder than my ever-proper wife usually allows in a hotel room. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, and as I listened to my wife cumming in her lover's arms I realized how much she had missed him. Later, Ted would tell me that she even surprised him by the rapidity and intensity of her orgasm, but he was equally happy to tell me how she simply stripped and reached for the vibrator when they went to bed together. He didn't need a reminder of how Sally only wants to have sex with him, but he got one -- in spades.
Ted held Sally through her aftershocks, then he started moaning. All I knew from outside the door was that my wife spent the next 15 minutes doing something which he REALLY enjoyed; before he left, Ted told me exactly what that was. He said that as soon as she stopped shaking she rolled over and took his cock in her mouth. He said, with a dreamy look on his face even afterward, that she proceeded to give him the best blowjob he had ever had. He said she was "exciting, excited, passionate, energetic and creative" in sucking his cock. I asked him what he meant by "creative," and he said he couldn't tell me exactly; it just seemed that she tried everything that could possibly be done to a cock, and he loved it all. He also said that she sensed every time he got close to cumming, and backed off to prolong his pleasure.
Finally he couldn't take it any longer. "I need to fuck you NOW," he said, and without a word my wife rolled onto her back and spread her legs as wide as they would go. (All this was related to me afterward; I can never make out what they say to each other from outside the door.) "I saw her lying there, naked and spread open, and I got on top of her and started fucking her," he told me. "I was amazed at how wet she was. You need to know that the whole time she was giving me that blowjob I wasn't touching her pussy or doing anything to turn her on; I was just enjoying the sensations she was giving me. So when I slid my cock into her and found her soaking wet, I realized that SHE was turned on by sucking my cock. And I LOVED that! I must have fucked her for five minutes before she pulled me over the edge and made me cum."
Back to what I experienced from the hallway: I heard Ted moaning and groaning for well over 15 minutes. Somewhere in there I heard the sheets move, and later I realized that was when he started fucking her. But the sounds of his pleasure just kept increasing until the bed began banging rhythmically; it didn't take a genius to know he was fucking her then. And any human would recognize the sounds he made as my wife "pulled him over the edge." I sat in my chair, staring at the closed door, as he came in Sally.
