This story was inspired by a story titled "My Wife Finally Agreed To Cuckold Me" by supermike. His story made me wet and I took the liberty of borrowing three of his characters for this "sequel". It would probably make a lot more sense if you read his original tale first to get a sense of how they got here. My sincere appreciation to supermike for the inspiration... It's my first try at writing for Literotica so your feedback and so on would be appreciated.
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"John called, he's coming over tonight."
My wife's casual comment sent my manhood into instant erection. The memory of what had happened the last time he'd come here was still vivid in my mind even after two months. In the interim, my wife, Diane, had seen her lover just twice because his schedule had changed slightly and there hadn't been as many layovers to give them the chance to get together. Obviously, that was about to change at least for tonight.
"Umm...," I managed to croak out, "What would you like me to do?"
"What would you prefer?" she teased.
Recalling their rather harsh treatment before, I hesitated...
The last time they had sex in front of me I was forced to hold his dick still so my wife could mount it, an experience that still gave me chills of disgust mixed with sheer erotic pleasure. My loving wife had done more than just make love or merely have sex with another man in front of me-- they'd tormented me, even making me taste his semen on her fingers after they'd been together all night in MY bed! But then an overwhelming sense of desire, lust and a craving for the erotic humiliation of once again seeing my wife used by another man while I watched overcame my fears. "I'd like to... umm... stay and see... you know..."
Di giggled softly and gestured for me to follow her into our bathroom where she pointed to a chair and made me sit. For the next 40 minutes, I was treated to the most delicious, seductive and frustrating tease I can remember. Di stripped but ended her routine in the shower with the curtain drawn, tossing her damp panties out over the rod. Her running commentary about what she was washing-- and how it felt-- kept me hard as a rock as I listened to her moaning softly while telling me how good it felt to run her fingers through her pubic hair or along the lips of her sex. I'd counted on seeing her naked body after the shower when she dried herself (maybe even getting to do that chore myself!) but no... holding the curtain for modesty, she grabbed a towel without showing me anything except half of her left breast. When she finally emerged, the towel concealed her charms despite being scandalously short.
After watching her apply her make-up (as usual, only the lightest touch) and fix her hair, I again hoped for a decent look at my wife's body when she shed her towel. Unfortunately, the towel came off after her robe went on and she dressed in her bra, panties and slacks before letting the robe slip off her shoulders. I DID get a quick peek at her pink nipples through the sheer bra but only a peek-- she put on a flowered blouse that completely hid the bra and her assets despite offering a very good amount of cleavage.
At 7:45, we were sitting in the den, sipping a glass of wine and chatting about the most mundane things while my imagination ran wild. Last time she'd taunted me, having her lover strip her in front of me. I shuddered as I remembered and wondered how tonight would be different-- or not-- when the doorbell rang.
As before, I stood to answer it and got another shock when I opened the door to see John... and another woman!
My wife jumped into his arms and kissed him passionately, running her hands all over his butt and holding his body tight against hers. As before, John and Di acted oblivious to the fact that her husband stood not two feet away watching their lewd performance. She must not have noticed the other woman because Di started noticeably when the woman cleared her throat to signal she wanted Di's attention.
"Hello, Di," she said in a husky voice extending her hand to my wife. "I'm Penelope Hart... Penny." Di took the profferred hand with curiosity, glancing at John who stood to the side, an arm still protectively around my wife's shoulders while the girls introduced themselves.
"Penny is part of my flight crew. I discovered recently that we have certain... tastes... in common and I just knew she'd be perfect for us tonight." The enigmatic explanation didn't calm Di down, if anything it appeared to make her nervous, but manners quickly overcame nerves and the four of us sat in the den, drinking my wine, chatting amiably and getting acquainted. I was on pins and needles worrying what the presence of another woman would do to tonight's activities and concerned that Penny's participation would break the deal Di and I had made before embarking on this cuckolding trip.
Strangely, Penny and John paid a fair amount of attention to me which made Di squirm and assert herself in a way I found fun to see but was quite abnormal for my wife. I had just opened a third bottle when John stood and took Di's hand, moving her to the center of the room. Standing behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close against his body. My wife responded by running her hands all along his arms and reaching behind herself for a feel of his hips and bottom, briefly grabbing the front of his trousers for a quick feel of his equipment. They shared a brief kiss and then John looked at me.
"Move the chair over here," he said, gesturing with his eyes to a spot in front of them. I obeyed quickly, moving the padded armchair I had been sitting in. He wanted it facing away so I reversed it as he commanded and stood next to the chair awaiting further instructions. They were a bit of a shock.
"Di," John whispered in her ear loudly enough for me to hear, "Strip him."
My beautiful wife grinned from ear to ear and moved quickly. She grabbed my shirt, pulling it from my pants and ripping it apart, sending buttons flying every which way. She roughly tore it to rags and threw it to a corner before quickly opening the clasp of my jeans and yanking down the zipper. Before I really had time to think, Di had dropped my trousers to my ankles and pulled down my underpants, leaving me naked in front of them. Penny laughed out loud, "Not much to him, is there?"
My face went red even as my dick went hard. It was humilating to be the only naked person in the room and worse still to have some strange woman criticize my equipment in front of my wife. I realized it was one kind of humiliation to be insulted by John... a man with better sized "stuff" than me... and totally another to be dismissed by a woman who offered the opinion that I wouldn't be able to give her pleasure. Laughing herself, Di took me in her mouth and slid my length deep inside. She hadn't allowed me oral sex since the last time she and John had cuckolded me in person so the sensation was excruciatingly intense... but brief. She left me rigid and frustrated.
Di stepped back and John handed her a roll of duct tape saying, "Help me tape his ass into the chair." Between them, they maneuvered me into the chair and used the tape to tie me securely. I was comfortable enough, I guess, sitting in a padded chair with my arms secured around the back and my legs taped to the feet in front. I couldn't move and my legs were spread far enough apart that I was completely exposed, a sight Penny was obviously enjoying from her perch on the couch facing me. My dick involuntarily remained at full staff watching Penny sip her wine and cross her legs, her ankle length skirt giving away nothing of her charms, not even a flash of leg. Di and John finished getting me in place and Diane took my face in her hands, kissed me and said very firmly, "Do not speak. Not a word... not a sound. Got it?" I nodded and she moved behind me to join John.
I heard them kissing passionately behind me. I could hear them but the angles were all wrong for me to see anything of what they were doing. It made my imagination fire up and go into overdrive. It was an effort to remain mute.
"John?" I heard Di ask in a nervous way. "John..!" she repeated, the tone rising with an increase in stress. I wondered what was happening since Di was clearly worried about it. In front of me, Penny rose from her seat and disappeared behind me to join my wife and her lover.
"John, please," I heard my wife say. "Please... I don't want to do it with a woman... I'm... I'm not like that and I don't want..."
The next words were something of a surprise to me and certainly were not part of the plan from Di's point of view either. It was Penny who spoke next, her voice coming from my right rear. I could see her profile over my shoulder if I turned far enough.
"The clothes, dearie," she said softly. "Take 'em off."
"John?" There was a note of real fear in Di's voice now. "John, what's happening here? I'm not interested in women. I'm not!" Di was pleading but I didn't think it was going to matter.
There was a moment of quiet and then Penny said, "Strip me, Di. Come here and take off my clothes... Get me naked like your cute little husband."
Feet shuffled across carpet and the sounds of clohting sliding from flesh followed. Penny giggled softly, "Don't be so nervous, Di. Just undo the clasp... It's just a bra like the one you're wearing. See? That wasn't so hard, was it? Now, kneel down and slide my panties off." My wife let out a moan and I heard her knees hit the floor followed by the whisper of elastic moving over hips and a long sigh from Penny.
