Dear Reader: I suppose most authors of Literotica stories get e-mails from people with a story they want told but feel uncomfortable telling it themselves. Usually the stories I get are mere fantasy, but on occasion I feel that perhaps the story is true. "Mona's Story" was one such example where, for a variety of reasons, I felt the writer was telling the truth. Obviously, it is possible to be fooled. Here is another story that might be true. Most of the words are his, edited by me. I have cut out material I thought was unnecessary or redundant and added a touch of "color" here and there, but the story is essentially his. Of course, except for Mike, the names have been changed.
My name is Chuck and my wife made me a cuckold. She fucked a guy at a party where everybody knew she was fucking him and everybody thought I was a wimp for letting it happen. They all laughed at my humiliation.
They laughed because cuckolds are funny, but it hurts more than you can ever imagine. Some guy is fucking your wife and your friends are looking at you and you are not man enough to stop it - you can't do a damn thing about it.
This happened in 1974 when I was in the navy stationed on a FBM sub out of New London Ct. The FBM was called a "boomer" because we carried guided missiles with the big bomb. It was a responsible job done by strong men. It was a long time ago, but I still remember, as if it were yesterday, the weakness and the humiliation and the jealousy.
I was deployed on the boat for 3 months then, home ashore for 3 months. We had a group of friends (some on my boat and some on other boats) that we partied with. There were about a dozen couples and almost every week there was a party. These parties were for couples only, so when hubby was at sea, his wife normally did not go. An average party would have 8 to 10 couples.
Eating, drinking, and dancing were the norm with an occasional game, but never anything wild. Of course there was always a little hanky-panky on the dance floor – especially when there was a dark place, or when people went out back to smoke a joint. Stroking a gal's ass was frequent and if the guy got a hard-on some of the wives liked to rub their body up against it. One of the wives liked to have her pussy played with, but mostly, things were innocent flirting.
My wife Kate and I had been married almost four years. We had a daughter two years old. My wife was five foot seven, about 130 pounds. She had small tits - maybe a "B" cup - nice legs and ass, blonde hair. I am five ten, 165 pounds with okay looks.
Our sex life was good but nothing to write home about. When I returned from a patrol we fucked like bunnies for a week or so, but it was kind of vanilla. She did not like oral, either giving or receiving. I don't remember her ever actually sucking my cock. If I could get my tongue close to her pussy, maybe I got a small taste before I was told stop – "That's dirty!"
We never ever talked about either of us having sex with another person. Back then, my fantasies were for oral sex between us! She was a virgin when we got married. For practical purposes I was as well - one blowjob and one not very good fuck. Before we got married we did the normal petting and I got to finger fuck her and got hand jobs often enough to keep from going nuts.
It happened at one of those parties and I'll never understand how or why it happened. It was a routine party at our house and she was drunk and high on pot. She was dancing with another sailor, Mike, who also had had a lot to drink. They spent a lot of time in the dark part of the dance floor and I figured he was feeling her up, but I didn't expect anything more than that.
I said I was going down to the basement to get some more ice, but I needed to piss first so I went to the upstairs bathroom. They must have thought that I was in the basement because they went upstairs and when I came out of the bathroom he was leading her into the guest room.
"What's going on?" I asked.
She walked over to me, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed me on the cheek. "I have to do this," she said.
Then she took his hand and led him into the bedroom and closed the door. The sound of that lock clicking was like an explosion in the silence, as I stood there, unable to do or say anything.
I just stood in the hall not knowing what to do. I was just numb, I guess. There was only one reason for Mike to take Kate into the bedroom and lock the door. He was gonna fuck her! And she wanted to fuck him!
Her words echoed in my brain, "I HAVE to do this!"
How the hell could I let this happen? I loved her. Was it the booze or the pot? It had to be something. This had never happened before. How could a husband allow this to happen to his wife?
Finally, like a fool I went down to the party and our guests. As I entered the living room the tape recorder stopped playing, so without thinking I went over to change the tape. In the silence I heard the headboard banging on the wall upstairs. They were fucking!
The usual talking and laughter was now replaced by a stony silence. Everyone knew who was making the headboard bang against the wall and they knew what it meant. They all looked at Mike's wife, Shelly. Then they looked at me. Then back at Shelly. No one said a word or moved. Everyone just listened to that damned headboard banging against the wall.
I sat down next to the player, fumbling with the tapes. With no music playing, the banging of the headboard seemed to get louder. Everyone had a mental picture of my wife on her back, naked, with her legs spread wide and a big cock pounding into her as she raised her hips up to take it deep.
I looked at Shelly and there were tears running down her cheeks – her face was red with embarrassment. I was feeling humiliation and helplessness. Every man there must have been wondering why I didn't do something about my wife getting fucked in my own home. No real man could possibly just sit there and allow that to happen.
Even today – thirty-five years later – I cannot explain the helplessness I felt sitting there in the living room with my friends listening to the sounds of my wife getting fucked.
I remember the exact moment I felt myself getting a hard-on! I was trying to put a cassette into the player and everyone was looking at me and suddenly I got an erection! It bulged in my pants. Oh my God! My wife was getting fucked and I was getting a hard-on!
I heard a soft muffled laugh and then I saw two of my friends' wives whispering and looking at me and laughing. Had they seen my erection?
What must they think of a man just sitting there while his wife was getting fucked? I couldn't stand up because then they would surely see the bulge in my pants. There was more whispering and more, soft laughter.
Dramatic emotions flooded through my body in waves. It was the strangest mixture of emotions I had ever felt – jealousy - humiliation – helplessness, and worst of all - sexual arousal. That powerful sexual arousal dominated everything else and made me helpless.
None of the couples left the party. They just sat there listening to the pounding headboard upstairs. Several wives kept whispering to their husbands and giggling. All I could do was sit there helplessly and let them stare at me.
I felt like a child sitting there in front of the stereo fumbling to change the tape! I remember looking at Shelly and seeing her cry but no way could I walk across the room to comfort her with that big bulge in my crotch. So I just cried silently!
Then the pounding of the headboard got louder and faster, seeming to build to a climax and then, suddenly, it stopped. Everyone in the room knew that Mike was pumping a big load of hot semen into my wife at that very moment. No one said a word. Several minutes went by. Then, I heard the door of the bedroom open.
When Mike and Kate came down the stairs they did not even try to hide what had happened. They were laughing and arm in arm - both with flushed faces. Kate's hair was a mess. It was obvious to everybody that she had just been thoroughly fucked and she had enjoyed it.
Mike walked over to Shelly, took her hand and said, "Lets go home." Shelly was in tears.
Our guests left without saying the usual good byes. Kate said she was going up to bed. I went 2 houses down to collect our daughter from Jane, a friend who was watching her. Jane's hubby was at sea.
Jane's first comment was "Kate got a little carried away tonight I hear."
My God! How could she know? Then I remembered she had also watched the child of one of our guests who had left earlier. The gossip was spreading fast!
