It had been almost two months since Carol and I started our relationship with Ray's wife Joan. We became a great threesome and she came over to our house two or three times a week. Since we quit seeing her husband Ray, Joan provided that special sexual something that gave a spark to our sex. She was almost shy when our relationship started but now she was more experienced and was an active partner in our FMF threesome.
We hadn't told Ray that I was fucking her and Carol was eager to tell him. She called him "an arrogant macho bastard" and wanted to see his face when he realized he was a cuckold. There was nothing he could do about it because he worked for "Daddy" – that's Joan's father – and would be out on his ass if he caused any trouble.
Carol and I joked about it one evening as we enjoyed our Glenlivet on the patio.
"When will you tell him?" she asked.
"Soon I think. Probably when you and I have him in private at the club. I want to see his face."
Carol laughed. "Me too. I talked with Joan and she's okay with it. She was a little nervous at first, but I think she can handle it. She kinda wants to get even for the way he's treated her for years."
We sat quietly for a couple of minutes. Then Carol said, "You haven't asked me that question for a long time."
"What question?"
"Don't play dumb. You know the question."
I laughed. "Okay. What did Ray do to you behind that locked bedroom door every night he was here? You liked it a lot."
"What were you picturing in your imagination that turned you on so much?"
She knew I was turned on big time by listening outside that locked door and repeatedly masturbating until my dick got black and blue. I had begged her many times to tell me, but she always said it was "private" and refused.
"Well ... I thought that maybe ... you know ... "
Carol laughed. "You're actually getting embarrassed!"
"I am. It's like I'm opening up my mind. Revealing my secret thoughts."
"Honey, I already know most of your secret thoughts and they're dirty. Tell me what you were thinking and I'll tell you if you're right."
I hesitated. I really was embarrassed. "Okay. In my imagination I saw him behind you, fucking you in the ass."
Carol started to laugh that loud musical laugh that I loved (except when she was with Ray behind that damned door).
She nodded her head. "You're right baby! I was taking it up the ass. I'd never been done that way before, and after he taught me I discovered that I really liked it. And baby, I still think about how good it felt and ... well ... you're gonna have to do me that way one of these days."
"In front of Joan?"
"Not yet. We'll have to season her a bit first."
It was over a week later than Carol and I were sitting under an umbrella at the club pool when Ray came over and sat down. There was no one else close by so I looked at Carol and she got my message and nodded. He was still arrogant with us, often making sexual remarks.
"Do you miss that big thing Carol?" He asked.
"Jerry is taking good care of me," Carol said. "But I think it's starting to wear him out."
"Yeah it would. Does your pussy want me back? Jerry must be tired all the time."
Carol chuckled. "Yes, he is tired. You see Jerry's been fucking your wife two or three times a week for the past two months in addition to servicing me. And Joan is a real sex machine. She has five or six orgasms every time she's at our house. She's been wearing him out."
Ray's face looked like he'd been kicked in the balls. He looked around to see if anyone was close by. Then he looked at me and back at Carol. It was as though he didn't know what to say.
"How ... I mean ... why ... "
"You see Ray," I said, "you hadn't fucked Joan for months. She got real horny and I decided to take on your responsibilities. Has she been more cheerful around the house lately?"
That's what hit him hardest. I could almost see his mind clicking away. I could tell he had noticed that she was more happy and cheerful. I had seen it on the golf course giving her lessons. Finally that arrogant bastard accepted what was happening. He hung his head and looked genuinely mortified and humiliated, perhaps for the first time in his macho life. He was very uncomfortable and he started to rise and leave the table without saying anything.
"Stay and talk a while Ray," said Carol, sweetly. "We always enjoy your company, even with your clothes on." Then she gave a friendly laugh. "Of course I always enjoyed you more with your clothes off. And yes, now that you ask, I do miss that big thing. But Jerry is taking very good care of me. And don't feel so bad about your wife. A woman needs sex and she gets it where she can. You were a bit macho, but I don't think we'll see that side of you very much any more."
He was still looking at the floor, but he shook his head. "No, you won't see that. I'm sorry for what I said about your ... your ... what I said."
We changed the subject and talked a while. Clearly, Ray was now a different man. He made a point of telling us that he wouldn't cause any trouble. He had a secret he wanted to keep as much as we did. The last thing he wanted anybody to know was that Joan and I had made him a cuckold. After he left, Carol and I had a good laugh.
When we saw Joan we told her about Ray. Several days later she told us how polite and considerate he was with her at home.
"And he's sweet, even when I tell him I'm going over to your house and might stay all night," she said.
I saw Ray several times at the club and twice we sat in the bar and had a drink. He showed me a new respect and friendliness. I began to feel a bit sorry for him. He was such a macho guy that finding out I'd been fucking his wife really got to him. Not that he had been fucking her himself – Joan told Carol and me that he would go months without trying to spread her legs. But now his macho pride had been hurt.
Ray and I had begun to have friendly conversations. Now that Carol was no longer available, he was getting horny for some new stuff. One day at the club we had a drink at the bar.
"The gal that Joan nicknamed Mrs. Robinson has been winking at me again," said Ray. She's not bad you know. I think I'll check her out."
"Might be worth your while," I said. "I've seen her at the pool and she has a figure that could be fun."
Mrs. Robinson was a thirty-something divorced blonde with a body that must have been spectacular ten years ago when she was twenty pounds lighter. Her face was beautiful. She had big breasts that would challenge any brassiere and made a normal man's mouth water. She'd made a pass at Ray last year at a party when she had arranged to have him walk in with her buck-naked, which is why Joan nicknamed her Mrs. Robinson, after the lady in "The Graduate." He had declined the invitation then, but now he was having second thoughts. She was a good ten years older than Ray and me.
"I'm gonna give it a shot," he said as we parted.
That night Joan came over. "He's like a lamb," she said.
Now that Ray knew about us she came over whenever she wanted, telling him where she was going. I wondered how that macho guy felt knowing his wife was going out to get laid and never knowing if she would be back that night or stay over for a quickie the next morning. It couldn't have happened to a nicer guy. I remembered how he had humiliated me when he was fucking Carol.
I told Carol and Joan about Mrs. Robinson. Far from being annoyed, Joan was amused. "Oh God that's funny. Make him tell you all about it and keep me posted."
Carol thought it was funny too. "He needs some practice on older stuff."
"Maybe I ought to get some practice on older stuff myself," I joked.
Carol looked me in the eye. "Honey you can practice on any kind of stuff you want."
Joan looked at Carol. "I don't get it. How can you not care?"
