A Different Ind of Cucold Story

This story will not make nearly as much sense if you have not read part one. Standard cuckold story admonition; if that is not your thing, perhaps save your stress levels and move along.

I received a great deal of feedback on part one, both positive and negative. I deleted trolling comments. If a legitimate comment got lost in that process, I apologize. I greatly appreciate feedback and would like to see more here.

Several comments noted the players were "flawed." Yes, yes they are. They do not always act the way we would like them to, but like most of us they are not always consistent or rational in their decisions. These characters are, in my mind, good at heart despite their foibles.

Please enjoy and let me know your thoughts and ratings.

Jeremiah sat in his study, his man cave, the only place in his home which he insisted upon being his own. He slowly sipped a whiskey while contemplating the latest drama in his life. A life to which he was committed to contributing no drama. Stoicism helped him live up to that commitment. Apparently his wife, and fate, did not. He knew she was not intentionally creating challenges to his peace, that she loved him, but her decisions and needs did so nonetheless. He occasionally wondered whether life would have been much simpler had he remained single.

Awhile ago he had discovered her en coitus with her well endowed co-worker. The discovery had led to the realization that in their decade long marriage, she had faked every orgasm during intercourse. She had lied to him about his lack of skill because she loved him, but it was still a huge breach of trust. In addition to the infidelity.

Jeremiah had refused to become emotional about the situation. He considered their new reality and decided, after witnessing the incredible pleasure she was enjoying, that she should continue having sex with her boyfriend. However, he himself was not willing to receive "pity pussy" since he now knew he was not satisfying her.

So they had settled into a routine where Donna would sleep with him, the bride and groom would share cunnilingus and fellatio, which they were both good at. However if his wife "wanted dick" she would go down the hall to their guest bedroom and get it from David.

Of course she enjoyed getting sexed by two different men, who were good in their own respects. But it also created consternation and stress for her. She did not deny her husband access to intercourse with her, he denied her. Even though he could not make her cum that way, she craved having him inside her, she needed the intimacy he now refused to share with her since her dishonesty had come to light.

She did not have sex all the time. But when she did, a typical night would involve her husband going down on her, then she would go to David to be fucked silly. She would then return to the master bedroom and go down on Jeremiah, who despite his stoicism would have a throbbing erection after listening to her orgasmic screams. Frequently he would go down on her also, sharing a sixty-nine with her. She did not understand how he could tolerate devouring her sloppy pussy, but refused to fuck it. He was a master at cunnilingus though, and she was not going to turn down what little intimacy she got from him now.

They used to talk about everything. Now he did not trust her to share details of his day. While he would listen politely to her descriptions of her day, he never asked and did not ask for more details. She missed that type of interaction with him and wanted to regain it somehow. She wanted to feel him cum inside her again.

It was not that he was hateful to her. He simply did not treat her with the same companionship as before.

Jeremiah took another sip of whiskey and thought. Two days ago Donna had come to him with a dilemma.

"I'm being offered a huge promotion at work... it would mean an equally huge raise. It would more than double my salary."

They were laying in bed. Jeremiah replied in his usual deadpan tone, "Congratulations. You deserve the recognition and the extra money."

She was pensive. "It would be more money for US, you are my husband, my partner."

He did not feel like a partner these days, but also did not see the necessity to argue the point, so he simply did not respond to her comment. "So, what is the dilemma?"

"To get the promotion I have to attend a two week training seminar in Florida. They are paying for spouses to go if they want, to make a mini vacation out of it as a perk. I thought it might be a chance for us to reconnect a little if you are willing to go..."

He could tell she was nervous. He was waiting for the other shoe to drop. "I have enough time built up to take a couple weeks off work, if you'd like." No excitement in his voice, but that was normal. "What else?"

She looked down and took in a breath before responding, "They, uh... they are sending David to the same class..."

Still calm. "Ah. Would I not be in the way for you and Big Dick? Perhaps I should just stay here and keep an eye on the homestead."

She resisted the flare in her temper, knowing he had a right. She answered softly, "Please don't be a prick. Him going was not planned... me wanting my husband with me was."

Without malice, just seeking information, "So are the three of us supposed to share a room, or a bed?"

Again she bit her tongue. It was a reasonable question. "Couples like you and me get our own room. Singles like David double up with someone else, so he will be rooming with another guy."

Deadpan again, "Ouch. So no sneaking off to his room. Unless you are 'close' with his roommate too... could have that threesome he wanted..."

Now she had to laugh, knowing he was picking on her good naturedly, for him. "Asshole. Nope, none of that."

He grew serious again, "Do I have a couple days to think about it? The me going part. You are going either way. I will not stand in the way of your good fortune."

"Our good fortune, damnit. And yes, just let me know. I won't pester you about it."

So it was that Jeremiah was sipping whiskey in his comfy leather chair, contemplating.

If he went, he would have the days to himself to explore the area, or sit on the beach reading and drinking beer and watching the scenery.

If he stayed, he could have the house to himself for a couple weeks. He could either take off, or just save the vacation time.

If he went, he could see how Donna handled the situation. On reflection, he decided this was unimportant. He already knew her proclivities, and did not want to waste his energy on "spying."

In the end he decided he would go. He and Donna had come to a sort of detente, and he was not angry per se. At the same time he was not ready to accept her as more than a bed partner and a spouse. So, if she wanted to get fucked silly by David on the trip, he was unconcerned. It could or could not prove to be a breaking point, he would be fine either way. His purpose for going was relaxation away from work.

That night as they lay in bed, Jeremiah said simply, "I'll go."

Donna did not take offense at his flat, unexcited delivery. That is just who he was. "Really?? That's fantastic... I think this will be very good for us!"

He arched an eyebrow, "Us?"

She smacked him playfully, "Yes, US. David will be there, but it will be about you and me."

He shrugged and returned to his book.

To emphasize her point, or to reward him for making the "correct" decision, she went down on him. When he had finished in her mouth, she did not even trot down the hall for "some dick" as her husband described her forays out of their marital bed. She just cuddled into him. Her genitals were tingling, she was moist and horny. But he did not offer to reciprocate, and she did not want to ruin the moment by leaving him.

Jeremiah realized this could potentially be the beginning of a paradigm shift. He also was savvy enough to know it could just be another manipulation. Time would tell. In the meantime, he would keep his guard up.

The seminar was a month away, leaving plenty of time for planning.

In the interim, things continued as "normal." Donna split her time between the master bedroom and the guest bedroom. In one she received incredible cunnilingus and occasionally relieved her husband's need with fellatio. In the other, she would be fucked into oblivion by a huge cock with endless seemingly stamina.

The travel plans were made by an administrator with Donna's company. Several employees from across the country were attending, yet ironically our couple and David ended up on the same flight without other employees. Jeremiah and Donna were seated together, David found himself sitting next to a frumpy young woman who fawned over him.

It was a fairly lengthy flight. About an hour in, Donna leaned close to her husband and whispered, "Let's sneak back to the restroom and earn our mile high badge..."

He looked at her skeptically, "There is no way I could go down on you in that tiny room. Besides, I won't risk losing my job for that."

She grinned lasciviously, "Yeah... but you could fuck me..." She was hoping to entice him into surrendering his defiance by changing the parameters.

He remained stoic, "If you want to get laid at 20,000 feet, use your boyfriend."

She considered it. She had been sitting there for the last several minutes imagining her husband fucking her in the tiny lavatory, thinking about the adventure, the naughtiness of it, and the risk of being caught. She had gotten herself wet and horny.

David sat several rows ahead of them, completely oblivious to the fact both of their minds were filled with images of him having his way with Donna.

Donna's version had David sitting on the toilet with that big, beautiful cock jutting upwards obscenely. She sat on him in a reverse cowgirl, slowly sliding down his shaft, savoring being completely filled up. She imagined pistoning herself upon him slowly, savoring his big head pressing against her G-spot, dragging her clit across the shaft with each stroke. She shuddered in her seat as she imagined her orgasms, and very nearly did orgasm sitting next to her husband, subconsciously thrusting her hips. In her mind, David never got to "nut" because she knew how much effort it took to accomplish that task. They would not have time for him to finish. Her experience with her husband's self-denial caused her to be even more aroused by the thought of David being stuck with that huge, incredibly obvious erection as he returned to his seat. Everyone on the plane would know what she had just gotten.

Jeremiah was envisioning his wife bent over in the tiny space, her pants and panties around her ankles, that magnificent ass on display. He used the one time he had watched David fucking his wife to imagine that big phallus ramming her from behind until both the lovers came together. He was not thinking about David's incredible stamina. He envisioned an attendant banging on the door because of the sex noises and groans, causing the couple to dress quickly and exit. Donna, still filled to overflowing with jizz, would have to finish the flight that way. Even though he knew it was only in his mind, that both excited him and pissed him off at the same time. His facial expression remained stolid and unreadable. Not so his manhood, which was straining against his jeans.

Donna took notice and arched an eyebrow at him, giving him a sardonic look. So they were both turned on. She leaned over to whisper in his ear, "Since my husband won't fuck me, I am going to the bathroom and I will just take care of myself. Think about THAT."

She got up and made her way to the back of the plane. Once in the bathroom, she stripped completely naked, no easy job. She propped her phone up against the sink, the video camera aimed at her standing against the opposite wall. For several minutes she tweaked her own nipples while diddling her bud with her fingers until she reached orgasm twice, biting her lower lip and mewling in an attempt to remain quiet. She turned off the camera, then dressed. She sent the video to both her husband and her boyfriend with the caption "Wish you were here!"

When she got back to her seat, Jeremiah had just finished watching the video on silent, and now had a wet spot on his jeans, now almost painfully turgid. She grinned. She did not know if she had good or evil intent, but she had a plan. She covered both of them with a blanket throw she had brought, then lay her head on his shoulder as if taking a nap.

Without asking, she unzipped his fly under the concealment of the blanket, and began to slowly, almost lackadaisically masturbate his erection. She did this for nearly an hour, edging him several times, until the plane landed.

Jeremiah managed to maintain his composure, pretending to nap also and fighting the urge to moan each time she took him right to the edge of orgasm then left him at the brink.

That he managed so much self control frustrated Donna. She was not angry, just disappointed that she could not make him lose control. It was almost an insult to her sensuality. So she made a decision. One way or another, she was going to cause her stubborn, stoic hubby discomfort.

Just as the plane reached the terminal and the doors opened, she increased her tempo, sliding her hand purposefully over his head quickly. Rather than edging him, she forced him over the top. He gripped the armrests with both hands and his entire body locked up as his long delayed orgasm filled his underwear and jeans with copious amounts of semen, pulsing repeatedly against his will.

Donna slowly withdrew her hand from his fly and zipped it back up. Then she placed her hand to her mouth and seductively licked and sucked the residual cum from her fingers.

It was time to deplane. Jeremiah had no choice but to exit into the terminal with a large, ever spreading wet spot at his crotch. He tried to cover it with his carry-on, but Donna took that from him, laughing giddily in victory.

She found that David had managed to watch her bathroom video also. His frumpy fellow passenger had seen his growing erection sliding down his left pants leg nearly to his knee. Eyes wide, she had given him all of her contact info and practically begged him to call.

Donna all but pranced to the shuttle, a man on each arm... one with a huge cum stain obvious in his jeans, the other with a slowly pulsing phallus snaking down one leg. And both were because of her!

When they arrived at the hotel, there were several other employees in the lobby checking in. She quickly handed her husband his carry-on bag so he could cover himself, and separated herself from David.

David still got some looks, because she had teased both men just enough on the shuttle ride that both sported erections. There was no way for David to conceal his.

David was rooming with a very straight laced guy named Norman. He quickly realized there would be absolutely zero chance he could get the room to himself for a time, or to trust Norman to be discreet if he snuck Donna in for a conjugal visit. Or any other woman. His damn stamina made it unlikely he would even be alone long enough to rub one out. He tried to emulate Jeremiah and maintain an outwardly positive attitude, but he was not a happy camper.

As for Jeremiah, no sooner had they entered their room than Donna pushed him onto his back onto the bed, stripped and mounted his face. She was desperate for a prolonged, intense cum, unlike the quick masturbation on the plane. All of the sexual adventure and masculine arousal had her wound tight.

Jeremiah had wanted to shower and clean the mess she had left him with, but he could not resist her hot, wet nether regions any more than she could wait.

He gripped both hips firmly in his hands and went straight to her bud, lashing it expertly until she was screaming and shuddering in orgasmic release. He brought to the crescendo at least five times before she collapsed beside him.

Jeremiah looked at her hopefully, his shaft throbbing in his jeans. She smiled back mischievously, "No way I'm putting that messy thing in my mouth right now. Besides, I think you should have to wait since you made me wait..."

She gave his manhood a squeeze through his pants, "You should go shower, your face looks like a glazed donut, and I'm sure your dick does too. I need to recuperate after the terrific head you gave me, baby."

As he walked towards the bathroom, she watched his butt and admonished him, "No jerking off, either... save it all for little ol' me..."

Jeremiah saw the irony in being told to "save it all for her" when she certainly had not been "saving it all for him" for quite some time. Yet his stoicism would not allow him to make a thing of it. Besides, he had come to enjoy the pleasure of orgasm denial, of being turgid a good deal of the time.

As it turned out, sex played very little part in their first week at the conference. The seminars filled eight hour days. Then the evenings either had dinner dates with other employees, dinner alone, site seeing, etc. By the time her head hit the pillow each evening Donna drifted off quickly.

That is not to say she did not try to keep both men's attention on sex, to keep the tease up. When she thought about it she would send both of them naughty text messages, some including hastily snapped pics.

David was intent on being "faithful" to his adulterous partner. That did not prevent women away from their homes, some fellow employees, many not, from trying to entice him to their beds. He was almost continuously aroused by their psychological and physical attempts to woo him. It was driving him nuts, making it difficult to concentrate in class.

Jeremiah on the other hand, was enjoying himself immensely. Not that he demonstrated the fact. While his wife and her paramour were stuck in class, he found lots to do. He explored the local museums, took a boat tour, and checked out the sights. He also spent a fair amount of time relaxing on the beach with a book and a beer, enjoying the "sights" there.

There was no shortage of barely covered, bikini clad flesh to observe, on the beach and in town, considering where they were.

When relaxing on the beach, Jeremiah discovered different types of nubile beauties. He made no effort to strike up conversation or garner attention. Yet sitting there unaccompanied by a woman and relaxed, he seemed to get attention anyway. He was just old enough that some of the younger women looked at him like he was a geezer, which amused him. Still other twenty-somethings looked at him as if they wanted to devour him... perhaps they had daddy issues? Perhaps they just preferred older, calmer men. Then there were several women in their thirties and forties who seemed to take notice.

He found himself engaged in flirtatious conversations with those who approached him so frequently that he wondered if he would ever finish his book. Since he was alone, it did not seem to matter that he wore a wedding ring. It amazed him. And the more placid and stoic he remained, the more aggressive their advances. It was if he challenged their feminine wiles since he was not actively trying to gain their approval.

Unbeknownst to Jeremiah, during one of these forays to the beach, Donna had stopped by their room to pick up a study guide she had forgotten. Their room overlooked the beach, so she ended up watching her husband from a distance for awhile.

She watched as a vivacious blonde in her twenties approached on some pretense and began talking to him. Laughing coquettishly, pushing her B-cups forward for display, then resting a hand on his knee, letting it slide up his thigh lightly. The girl was really working it. Donna could tell Jeremiah was not rude enough to discourage the girl, neither was he encouraging her. Damn he was stubborn. Eventually the girl moved on.