G'day everyone,
This is a continuation of a series I posted last year. It continues with the same themes so if you don't like cuckold stories you'd be best advised to avoid it. In your eyes it will have no redeeming features and will no doubt raise your blood pressure to dangerous levels. There are two further chapters that were submitted at the same time so should be posted on consecutive days.
It would be best to read the previous three parts. To find them just click on my pen name under the story title and you should be directed to my page. Click on stories tab and you'll find the list of my work.
This is most likely the end however there is maybe one more twist to perform.
Cheers
CharlieB4
Tag. Cuckold.
The Best Man Pt 4
The fight lasted the best part of a week. We rehashed some old grievances and broke ground on a few new ones. Both our defences relied on a similar foundation.
"You started it."
I'd say she invited Vanessa into our bed. She'd say it began back in Belton. Then it got into the ancillary stuff. Angelica went back for more in the hotel room... but how was she to know it was supposed to just be once? She had specifically told Vanessa it was a one time thing. To which I'd retort how was I supposed to know?
"You called me back to take her to the airport and then disappear for a meeting you normally never go to?"
Of course the text messages bolstered my argument of deception. Also I wanted to know exactly what went down in the toilet at the Royal Hotel. Then I'd be accused of being a sicko who got off hearing about it. And so it would come full circle.
"You started it."
My first marriage ended because things were left unsaid for years. The monkeys on each of our backs became gorillas. When the dams of emotion finally burst we found ourselves so far apart reconciliation was impossible. Not that we didn't try. In the end the counsellor suggested we couldn't unscramble the egg.
So this time we decided to dedicate Sunday to getting it all out in the open. First we wrote down the questions we wanted to ask each other. Then they were exchanged. One hour later we came back together to give our answers. No interrupting, no yelling, no arguing. It still took most of the day. Make up sex didn't start until four in the afternoon. We went out to a little restaurant for dinner for a celebration after. In the end it all came down to communication. A commitment to be truthful.
As we lay in bed after another round of make up sex I was having trouble getting to sleep. I sensed from her wriggling Angelica was as well. Something was bugging me and I hadn't thought to bring it up before so I asked her a question.
"Are you getting tired of me?"
"Well that's a stupid question after what we just did." As she spoke Angelica rolled closer and put her arm across my chest. "Why would you ask that?"
"Something Natasha told me."
The mention of her friend's name bought a noticeable chill to her answer.
"You can't believe a word she said. She was just trying to get into your pants to piss me off."
"Okay," I quickly agreed not wanting to stir things up again.
Angelica rolled away from me and I followed her putting my arm around her chest. It was a few minutes later she spoke.
"What did she say?"
"It does not matter," I lent forward and kissed her bare shoulder. "Go to sleep."
"It must matter otherwise you wouldn't have asked, what did she say?"
I tried to think of a diplomatic way to say what I wanted to say. I probably didn't succeed.
"She said you would always date older guys not in the student body but then, um, flirt with her boyfriends."
"I bet she didn't say flirt."
"Well, no she didn't."
Angelica circled around under my arm so she was facing me in the dark.
"What are you getting at?"
"Um, it's just, you know, I'm the older guy. I'm wondering if you're looking for someone younger to scratch an itch."
"It's was a long time ago Colin. I was a teenager. Yes I did date older guys. If you saw the immature douchebags at my college you'd know why."
"But you did fuck Natasha's boyfriends?"
"Two times. That's all. And it was me wanting to fuck with her as much as them."
"Were there others, you know, younger guys you cheated on your boyfriends with?"
"There might have been. I admit back then sometimes just having fun sex with a guy was a nice change from the relationship stuff. But I'm all grown up now. You are all I want."
She pulled me close so her naked body moulded into mine to give added emphasis to her declaration.
"What if I said... what if I said you could?"
"I could what?"
"Occasionally have fun with someone else?"
"You mean a threesome?"
"No, no I don't think I want to be involved like that. Just if you casually met someone..."
"Why? Why are you suggesting this? Do you want to fuck someone else?" Angelica's alarm meant her voice went an octave.
"No, it's not that. I don't want you to get bored with me and go behind my back. I think it would be better to be open with each other. So if occasionally the opportunity arises... discreetly of course, um, you give me a heads up and you can play a little."
"Like Johnno?"
"Well I'd prefer it not be him." The mention of his name turned my mood sour.
"I'm joking silly. Now stop this stupid talk and go to sleep."
My proposal wasn't mentioned again for six weeks. To be honest I'd forgotten I'd even made it. During January we had both taken some extra time off work. Had a couple of long weekends at different places on the south coast. We reconnected and not just in a sexual way. Although there was plenty of that. Angelica was still trying to get pregnant.
I think there was also some element of jealousy lingering from my tryst with my wife's best friend. Angelica snuck in a few questions trying to get more details about what had transpired. I kept my answers as vague as possible not wanting to irritate old wounds. She did manage to get me to admit I'd slipped inside the back door. Her response surprised me as she laughed.
"Well I hope you got it out of your system because it's never happening with me."
February was well on the way to be finished when my offer was mentioned again. We were both full on at work again. Apart from sleeping in the same bed we hadn't seen a lot of each other. I was just out of an early morning shower when Angelica came in and sat on the toilet. She'd had a work function the previous night so I'd been asleep when she got home. We exchanged the news of our previous day and I was about to leave to get dressed when she asked me.
"Did you mean what you said about a free pass?" Then she yawned in a disinterested sort of way.
I did a double take then shot her a puzzled look as if I didn't understand what she meant but inside my heart was racing.
"What you said, after our big fight? You probably don't even remember."
"No, er, no, I remember. Did you meet someone last night?"
"Oh god no. It was a scholarship dinner for woman in finance. There were some stunning looking girls there but they don't have the equipment I'm looking for." She made a playful grab at my crotch to lighten the mood. "And if there had been any men there a dalliance would have been the talk of the city this morning."
We both laughed more from nerves than any actual mirth.
"Okay, we'll, um I better get going." I got out the door managing to dodge another grope.
At the end of the week we had the luxury of an leisurely evening meal at home together. Afterwards we were on the lounge. The television was on but the volume was turned down. I was looking over some apartment building plans I'd just received for a security system fit out. Angelica was sitting cross legged beside me checking her emails on her tablet. The message alert on her mobile went off a couple of times. She ignored it until there was a third. She picked it up briefly looked at the screen before putting it back face down on the arm of the lounge. A couple of minutes later it chimed again.
