It started out as a shared fantasy during sex, which then turned into a scene to play out whenever love-making got a little humdrum, and then finally a half-drunken dare. Even after the dare Paul had no real fear that the dare would come true. At least that's what Paul kept telling himself even when things were progressing otherwise. The dare just refused to go away though and after several hours in adult chat rooms and dozens of phone calls he found himself with his wife, Mary, at the edge of town in a dimly lit lounge called the Jumping Lizard. The older gentleman who went by the handle "Dashing_Dave" online had handed Paul a contract and was waiting patiently across the table for Paul's decision. Paul went over the document another time before taking a sip of his jack and coke. He was stalling and all three at the table knew it. Mary for her part had barely said a word the entire evening, but had sheepishly answered "yes" every time she was asked if she really wanted to go through with the plan.
"Well?" asked Dave after Paul had read over the form for a sixth time, "Is it a deal?"
Paul stammered a bit and looked to Mary for help. She looked away though to avoid Paul's gaze, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. Paul stared at the beautiful nape of her neck and the way her locks tumbled over it in hopes of gathering the courage to make a decision one way or another. "I uhmm..," Paul finally offered, "it's just two weeks is a while and what if... I mean maybe one night..."
The trio had discussed Dave's two week rule at length and Paul had originally agreed to it quicker than Mary. Dave took Paul's reluctance in stride though and calmly explained the agreement again. "It's either two weeks or nothing. One night allows you an out that's too easy and so you'll never actually get into it. The whole night you'll be waiting for it to end and so you won't enjoy the experience. Mary's first night will also leave her with some doubts and she's as likely as you to call it quits. You signing on for two weeks will give your lovely wife plenty of time to get over any questions of who may or may not approve and what the neighbors might think and will allow her to enjoy her time with me."
Mary took a sharp breath and blushed a bit deeper at Dave's last sentence. It was the first time anyone had made direct mention of the exact reason the three were in a seedy bar on the edge of town. Her heart quickened and she felt a new rush of excitement rush down her spine. Mary took a few deep breaths to calm herself which made her chest heave giving the bartender an even better view of her cleavage. Mary didn't have the largest breasts in the world but the ample handful she did have was almost completely on display tonight. Pushed up and together by a shelf bra the only thing that separated her bare breasts from the world was a whisper of lacy fabric from her black cocktail dress bought specially for tonight. On the ride out Paul had asked her if the dress which cut down almost to her navel and rode well above her knee made her feel sexy. Mary answered with a giggle, "It makes me feel like a hooker!"
Dave finished off his drink and broke the silence that had once again fallen on the trio by offering, "If you two don't feel like going through with this there's no hard feelings. I want you both to be sure that this is what you want, but if it is I'm sure you'll have no regrets."
Paul tried to take a sip from his empty drink and then looked over at Mary. She wasn't going to offer any help. The ball was completely in his court. "I don't have to dress like a woman or bark like a dog or anything right?" Even though the question had been answered previously Dave showed no signs of irritation and simply reassured Paul. Paul had finally run out of excuses to stall and quickly scratched his signature at the bottom of the form before he could think.
"Congratulations Paul!" Dave said with a hearty grin, "You're now a cuckold! Trust me, you won't regret it!"
Paul was left alone with his thoughts on the ride home as Mary rode with her "new man". Over and over Paul played his decision, sometimes feeling a surge of sexual excitement, sometimes regretting immensely what he had done. "What's done is done," Paul finally concluded as he let himself into the empty house. Before he could rethink his conclusion he was joined by the new "couple" who came up the walk arm-in-arm.
Once inside Mary poured drinks for all three as Dave went over again the way things would go. The rules were fairly simple: For two weeks Paul had to keep his pecker in his pants unless Dave and Mary wanted to see his neglected cock on display and he also couldn't masturbate or touch Mary unless she asked him to. Mary was to be available at all times to Dave and would remain pantyless for easier access. Dave would dictate whether or not Paul would be in the room when he fucked Mary and had already told Paul that at least one night during the two weeks he would fuck Mary in the house but not allow Paul to watch, one night he would fuck Mary in front of Paul, and one night he would take Mary off to his apartment and leave Paul alone with his thoughts all night long. "Oh, one other thing," Paul said as he finished, "For the two weeks Paul you will be responsible for changing the sheets on the bed daily and washing them by hand." Paul began to protest but Dave simply said, "This is necessary so you will be forced to deal with the mess Mary and I make as we fuck and will be reminded of being a cuckold. Trust me." With that Dave took Mary's hand and began leading her to the bedroom. Mary's cheeks flushed crimson again as the realization that this was actually going to happen washed over her. "Tonight Paul you'll just listen to your lovely wife fucking me. No turning on the TV or radio to drown out the sound either. And no touching your cock! The first night is the hardest, but you can do it. Now if you don't mind I'm going to enjoy your wife's sweet pussy!"
