This is a story that includes cuckold hotwife aspects. If that bothers you, please save yourself the trouble and move on to another story. I do not block anonymous comments like some authors do, however; I seldom read them since they are often written by people who think of themselves as the morality police.
As I watched my wife of 12 years walk out of the lounge with her new friend I was filled with fear, jealousy, and intense excitement. Julie was about to cuckold me with Ted.
"Is that your beautiful wife that just left with Ted?" asked the server as she cleaned up our table.
"Yes, a-h-h-h do you know him?"
"Very well." she answered.
"Is he OK?" I asked.
"For your wife he will be way more than OK, like a drug. For you honey, I am not so sure." she said over her shoulder as she walked away. That exchange did nothing but intensify my angst.
How did Julie and I get here you ask?
A bit about us.
After marrying in our early twenties, we proceeded to have two children (10 and 8 years old now) and build our careers. Julie is a part time teacher, and I am in special law enforcement.
Julie is a tall slender brunette with beautiful breasts that still stand firm on her sleek body. I (Bill) am 6 feet tall with an extraordinarily strong build. I have received extensive training in martial arts in both in the military and police work. The only problem with my body is my penis. It grew well in girth but forgot to continue beyond 4 inches in length (hard)! Therefore, Julie rarely orgasms on my cock, we could count the times on one hand and two of them were probably when she got pregnant. We address this issue by me getting Julie off orally before I penetrate her.
Although we never talked about it, our sex life was in the doldrums. We would come together once maybe twice a month and even then, with little originality or passion.
A few months ago, we went to a pool party with six other couples we know very well. The next morning Julie asked me if I noticed anything different about George and Cher.
I said, "No why?" Julie told me they acted like newly weds all evening and she said she intended to find out why. This did not sound good to me!
A few days later Julie told me she and Cher had arranged for the four of us to meet at a popular dinner dance club next weekend, the plan was we would come to our place after for a nightcap and to somehow find out what was going on with them.
The evening went well with us dancing together and changing partners a couple times. As we left for home in our respective cars, I asked Julie if she got her answer. She said yes and she suggested George would come with me when I drive the babysitter home and, coming back, George would explain.
After the sitter got out of the car, we started home and George said, "This is a little embarrassing and I hope that after I explain you will not change your feelings towards us as friends."
"Go ahead," I said.
So, George explained that over a year ago, when he and Cher were going through some dry times in their sex life, he (George) stumbled upon a cuckold web site. The more he read the more he wanted it for them. It took a while for him to speak with Cher about his fantasy and a while after that before it became a reality. Now he said they would not go back to their old sex life. He said It is hot now and they do things together they never dreamed of doing before.
George said, "I am not saying this is for everyone; you have to have a strong marriage and good communications for it to work, but if it does, you guys are in for a treat."
To say I was very skeptical would be an understatement; however, Julie and I talked, and she found several web sites that we visited together. The improvement in our love life was undeniable. As Julie pointed out, she was very wet and little stubby was always extremely hard when we read and discussed bringing this into our sex life.
So, after more talk and planning we finally arrived at this point tonight.
After Julie and Ted left the lounge for his room, I spent the next hour struggling with a host of new and old emotions. When my glass was near empty, I waved Helen, my server, over.
I said I have two more questions, she said she may or may not answer.
"Are you still seeing him?"
"No!" she replied.
"Why not?" I enquired.
Helen responded, "Occasionally in life you must make choices, I chose my husband over Ted."