Author's note
I would like to thank Andrew John for all the time he spent editing this story. He did a fabulous job correcting my spelling and making a so, so piece of literature into a real story. thank you, Andrew John.
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Chapter one: The bar
I am driving my pickup on the way home from downtown Albuquerque. My beautiful wife of over fifteen years sits beside me with her arms crossed, her body stiff, jaw set like granite. The way she is dressed, so hot and sexy, would get the attention of anyone who looked in her direction. Well, actually, she has already received plenty of attention tonight. The reason she is pissed is because I stopped it.
Let us back up a moment.
My wife (Anna) and I (Roy) have agreed to having a cuckold-hot wife arrangement. She agreed to fuck another man for me. The idea of her being pleasured by another man has always made me so unbelievably hot that I cannot put it into words. I can almost cum in my pants just thinking about hearing her moans of pleasure while another man is taking her.
We have talked about it in bed while we are making love.
We decided that, if we are going to have a cuckold-hotwife arrangement then, there must be some rules or guidelines to follow so nothing gets out of hand.
My non-negotiable rules were:
1. Anna is not to become pregnant with anyone but me.
2. Anna is never to lie, mislead or otherwise evade the truth, even to spare my feelings.
3. Anna is never to deny me her charms as a result of being pleasured by others.
She accepted my rules and added a few herself:
4. Roy is to stay completely faithful.
5. Roy is not her pimp and is not to choose men for her.
6. Roy is not to interrupt her choosing the men in any way, unless he sees danger that she does not.
This brings up the issue of the safe word, Purse, and the reason she is so mad at me right now.
As we drive the 6 miles from the motel to our house, I find the silence is deafening. I try to engage her and justify what I did by saying. "He was signaling to a man at the bar. I didn't know if he was planning on gang raping you."
She turns and spits out in frustration: "It was his roommate. He was letting him know we needed the room for an hour or two. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."
"I am so, so, so sorry baby. I had no idea. I just saw him signaling."
The rest of the trip was in silence. We pulled into the garage and she barreled into the house. I found her beautiful dress ripped in the hallway, her pumps thrown across the living room, stockings on the staircase and her bra in front of the locked door to our bedroom.
I paid the babysitter and, since she was only thirteen, I escorted her on the two block walk to her home. During the walk she asked me what had gotten Anna so upset. I told her that it was me, and that I had screwed up, big.
I returned and found the bedroom door still locked. Now, in 15 years of marriage, I had never slept on the couch. It would have only taken a screwdriver and a few seconds to open the door but I just left her and, for the first time, I slept on the sofa. How degrading.
All right, so you really want the details of the night and what made Anna so upset? Shit. Ok, ok, I will share them with you. As if I haven't suffered enough humiliation already.
We went to a bar at a motel that caters for a lot of out of town conventions. Anna went into the bar 10 minutes before I entered. She was wearing a blue dress with a hemline that ended halfway up her thighs. It had a low cut neckline showing the finest cleavage in Albuquerque, with her beautiful C cups enhanced by a push-up bra. Her breasts do have a little sag, due to breast feeding our son, but they are real make no mistake, and I never get tired of playing with them. She was wearing stockings and fuck me pumps that accentuated her beautiful legs. Her face was made up like a professional did it, with ruby red lips, cheeks with pink blush and a little blue eye shadow. Even though she is forty she looked only twenty-five. I know that every head had to have turned when she walked in
When I entered the bar, Anna had already found a man that she was attracted to and was obviously flirting with. She glanced around and I knew that she had seen me, although she did not make it obvious. I watched them for a few minutes and could see her talking though I didn't know what she was saying. They laughed a few times., then things got sort of serious for a moment or two as she got close to share something private. He nodded his head and sat back.
I knew what was going to happen next as it was something that we had discussed. Anna did not want a man with a small dick, as mine is well above average, and she needed to know what she had to deal with before going any further.
She reached into his lap and felt for his cock. She smiled at him in approval and leant in and kissed him on the mouth, a gesture that he returned. I watched him take a stab at second base. Anna let him steal it gladly.
As I watched a strange man fondle my wife's breasts while she stroked his cock through his clothing, my emotions were in turmoil. My heart felt like it was trying to rip out of my chest and my stomach was churning but, at the same time, my cock was so hard that it almost tore through my pants.
The next few seconds were critical. If she dropped her purse or pulled it out, then I would know that she wanted to be rescued, and I was to move in and separate the unwilling couple. However, it didn't take long to realize that she was enjoying it. Not only hadn't she let go of his cock but, instead, she slowly stroked him. I could sense he was a large man, perhaps even larger than me.
He then took over and whispered something in her ear. Anna nodded her head with a big smile. He took her hand and began to stand, signaling to someone at the bar. Three men signaled back.
I took a piece of paper from my pocket as I rushed to my wife and asked: "Did this fall out of your purse?"
The scene after that was not good. He asked, "Who is this?" She said, "My fucking husband."
