HOW TO COOK A CUCKOLD
I'm sure you've heard the saying about how to cook a frog. Put him in a pan of cool water and slowly turn up the heat. By the time he notices, he is cooked. I've never tried it myself and frogs have nothing to do with this story. What does have to do with this story is how I became a cuckold without realizing it. I ask the BTB fanatics to hang on for the 'rest of the story.'
My name is Wendell. Perfect name for a cuckold, eh? My wife's name is Abby. She was and is gorgeous. We met in college in a business class. I was going into Mechanical Engineering but wanted to learn enough about business in case I invented something I wanted to patent and sell on my own. Abby was going into Business. She was planning to take over her father's car dealership: Honda, Jeep, Chrysler. She was looking for a man who could provide additional income for her to have life's luxuries until her stingy dad put her in charge or died, whichever came first. Despite the attention of many men who looked better than me, we dated and got married. I felt so lucky.
In a few years, it seemed we had it all. Nice house, cars (courtesy of her father's dealership, of course), four to five- star restaurants, and great sex. We kept three accounts: his, hers and ours. Abby's father was careful to make sure I didn't get part of her future business and readily agreed not to have claim to any business I might generate, especially since I didn't have any at the time.
My opinion of her father was that he was a typical used car salesman who somehow got Peter Principled into running a dealership. He later proved I wasn't far off.
Close to the infamous seven-year mark of marriage, I noticed a reduction in frequency and intensity of sex on Abby's part. I was about to say something about it when she broached the subject.
"Wendell, we really have a good life and I love you more than ever . . . "
I thought, "Here comes the BUT."
"But I'm afraid our sex life is becoming dull. I would like us to do something to spice it up."
"What did you have in mind?" I was afraid of her answer.
"Maybe watch some pornography or something." Whew.
"That sounds like a good idea." Little did I know I had just been placed in the pan of cool water.
Abby brought home some pornography we watched together, and it did indeed spice up our sex life. We tried imitating some of the things we saw on the videos. Some worked for us and others we were not successful at because we either were not flexible enough to get into position or my dick was shorter than the 12 inches required to reach her vagina from that angle.
After a couple of months, Abby started bringing videos that showed threesomes, mostly MMF. They really seemed to turn her on. Not too long after, she asked, "Have you ever thought about a threesome?"
"It would be hard not to given the videos we have seen. What did you have in mind?"
"Since we both know how secure our marriage is and how much we love each other, what if we tried a threesome with a real person?"
"You mean another woman?"
"Or a man."
"How would that work?"
"You could look for a woman willing to do it, and I could look for a man. Whoever finds the person first invites them over for a threesome. Afterwards, we can decide if we want to do try it again or not. What do you think?"
"I don't know. I need to think about it."
"Let me help you decide. I want to show you how turned on it gets me to just think about it." Abby proceeded to give me one fantastic fucking. The burner under the pan just got turned on.
Guess who found a person first. Abby announced that Leonard was coming over Saturday night for me to meet. He was a rather handsome, somewhat older man and very sure of himself. He was a customer that had bought a car from her. Abby served us drinks and sat with Leonard on the couch while I was in my recliner. After some idle chatting, Abby suggested we get the show on the road.
She said that guests should go first since I had already been with Abby so many times before. Leonard and she stood up. He undressed her slowly, kissing and fondling as he went. I was caught between being angry and turned on. By the time she was undressed, I was being ignored by them. She undressed Leonard and when she lowered his pants and boxers, a huge dick popped out. Huge in comparison to mine anyway.
Seeing your wife give another man a blowjob is life changing and not in a good way. I didn't object because I had agreed to the deal and because I was hoping she would decide to stop on her own. She didn't. Her head bobbing picked up speed until he announced he was cumming. Abby didn't hesitate. She swallowed most every drop and cleaned up the rest. I wished she had done that to me.
I didn't realize until then that my heart had been beating faster than normal. I had trouble catching my breath. Abby announced that it was my turn while Leonard was recuperating. We adjourned to the bedroom where, unfortunately because of being so turned on, I got off inside her in record time. Abby was only beginning to be aroused so Leonard took my place. It wasn't until after Leonard's third time that I got a turn again. Leonard got one final blowjob before we called it a night.
When Abby came back into the bedroom after kissing Leonard goodnight, she was excited. "Wasn't that wonderful? It was even better than I thought. What did you think?" I expressed my pleasure despite my misgivings. I wanted to wait and see what the results for our sex life were.
I was happy that the next few nights we had mind-blowing sex. I could only attribute that to our having participated in the threesome. The heat was now on low.
A couple of months and several more MMF threesomes passed by. I tried and tried to find a woman to participate but had no luck. I assumed women just had an easier time picking up men for kinky sex than men. I was beginning to wonder if the women didn't find me attractive enough, but a few said they would go out with me but wanted to be the only woman. During each threesome, I usually only got one fuck and one blowjob each session. Meanwhile, the other man seemed to have at least three and sometimes four climaxes from Abby. I lost count most nights of how many orgasms she had.
The mind-blowing sex after threesome sessions became less intense as the weeks progressed. I was not that enthusiastic to continue, but Abby seemed to be. That was enough for me to not rock the boat. Well, that and the fact that we did keep having some sex.
Abby, however, rocked the boat on her own. "Wendell, you are the most wonderful husband in the world to agree to trying new things to spice up our sex life. There is one little change I would like to make for our next threesome if it's okay with you."
"What is it?"
"Well, I've noticed that I get more turned on when you are watching me and the man having sex with me than when you and I have sex with him watching. Would you let me see what it would be like if you just watched next time? We could have intense sex immediately after he is gone. Please?"
How could I resist her? The water just got turned up to medium.
The next time I just watched Abby and the man have sex. Actually, I watched and masturbated. Abby seemed insatiable. She wore the man out. And, true to her word, she attacked me the minute the man left and repeated her attacks the next few nights.
Of course, since the experience with just me watching was so pleasurable to her, we continued that script the next time and the next time and the next time. I didn't feel the water getting hotter.
