It had been several months since Carol and I had started our relationship with Ray's wife, Joan, and we had a great threesome going. Joan had been naΓ―ve when we started but she had learned a lot and was now quite comfortable having sex in a threesome. Carol had given her what she called her "mother-daughter" lectures and Joan's sex knowledge had improved. I enjoyed fucking two different gals β one liked it rough and the other liked it gentle.
When Ray found out he had been cuckolded it broke down that macho ego and he had become a fairly humble guy. Joan told us how nice he began to treat her at home, but of course no sex. I told Joan that he was fucking the gal she had nicknamed "Mrs. Robinson," who was divorced and led a lonely life. Joan had decided that she did not want to end up like that. She talked to us about trying to get back with Ray, and she wanted us to help. But, Ray was simply too aggressive and tough when they had sex and that turned Joan off completely.
Carol had a plan. She and Joan would go out to dinner. I would invite Ray to our house and have a long talk with him. As we planned it, we kept discussing "The Talk" and kept adding and subtracting things I should say. Essentially the idea was to involve him in group-sex, so he could see how Joan responded to tenderness. We thought they loved each other. Ray was a strong man β not a wimp - but he had to understand that it was his roughness with her that turned her off.
With all the planning, it seemed like we began to do more talking than fucking and tonight was no exception. We sat on the patio drinking Glenlivet and talking about "The Plan." We were trying to decide whether to invite both Ray and his new ladylove, Mrs. Robinson. Joan was not enthusiastic about the idea but Carol disagreed.
"You've got to have her here. If you decide not to fuck Ray, what do you expect him to do? Play with his dick?" Carol said. "Besides, we've talked about her a lot and it's time you saw her in action. And you need to see just how horny you're gonna be if you lose your husband."
"What if I decide not to ... not to ... you know?" said Joan.
Carol said, "You don't have to fuck him if you don't want to. You can just watch him fuck Mrs. Robinson."
"I just don't want that Robinson bitch here!" Joan shouted angrily.
"That's the most encouraging thing I've heard you say," said Carol with a laugh.
Joan looked at her in surprise. "Encouraging? Why?"
"Because you're jealous!"
"I'm not jealous! I just don't ... I don't want him to ... okay ... okay, I guess, maybe, I am little bit jealous."
"You want him back," said Carol.
"Yes I do if he's not so rough. Okay. Invite her. What if he gets drunk? He gets mean when he gets drunk."
"Trust me," said Carol. "Jerry will water the scotch a little and he'll only get a few drinks. His pecker will still work and he'll be gentle as a lamb. You've seen how gentle he is around the house."
Carol looked at me. "You got all this? You know what to say?"
"Yeah. I know what to say," I said, hoping I could say it right.
The night of "The Talk" Ray came over around seven and the girls were already gone. I had ordered in Chinese and we had a light dinner and then went out to the patio where we sipped Glinlivet. To his credit he was humble and honest.
I started at the bottom line. "You want your wife back?"
"I want my wife back. I love her."
Then I hit him with the truth. "You need to learn how to fuck your wife."
"I know how to ... " he said, then got control. "Okay, what do you mean?"
"Get hold of your macho self, Ray, I'm gonna tell you what she needs. I've been fucking your wife several times a week for months. She's never had less than two orgasms to my one. When was the last time you felt her pussy squeeze your dick in an orgasm?"
He leaned forward, almost macho, then, he got control. He paused, thinking. He let out a deep sigh. "I don't remember."
"You fucked my wife. Do you remember her pussy grabbing your cock?"
"Yes."
"You fucked Mrs. Robinson. Do you remember her pussy grabbing your cock?"
"Yes."
"But you don't remember feeling your own wife come?"
He hung his head. He was ashamed. "I don't remember."
"Okay, Ray. Tell me what the problem is."
I had never seen this strong man so humble. "I don't know how to fuck my wife."
"Great! We got to square one. Now lets try for square two. Who does know how to fuck your wife? I know it's hard to say it, but say it."
He paused, and then said very softly, "You know how to fuck my wife."
"Great! Now let's try for square three. How are you gonna learn to fuck your wife?"
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and said softly, "I'm gonna have to watch you fuck her."
"Bingo! We're there and we haven't even started our second drink."
"But I'll be a cuck!" He shouted angrily.
"Ray, face it! You're already a cuck! You just haven't watched your wife cuckold you."
He started to tremble as he thought about watching his wife spread her legs for me.