Sammy stepped forward to greet Mikey half-way across the room with a light kiss and a big smile. She was obviously very pleased to see him. Mikey Slipped his right arm around my wife's trim and sexy waist. He gave her a gentle, caring squeeze as he pulled her toward him. They watched my progress with amusement. Both noting and mocking how pathetic Cuckles looked down there on his hands and knees.
As I crawled past them, Mikey gave me a triumphant grin. He landed a light kick on my rear "And when you get in there, you can strip to your underwear. We'll be needing to get you kitted out with some suitable outfits more befitting of your new status Cuckles. But in the meantime, your pants will have to suffice. Now shift your backside. I want some private time to become much better acquainted with your gorgeous wife."
I eyed the bottle of Champagne in his left hand. "Oh yes! - the Fizz" he trilled proudly " I picked it up from the bar. I signed it off on your room number. I knew you wouldn't mind Cuckles." He grinned.
Sammy laughed. "You are BAD!" she mockingly admonished him.
I carried on crawling. "Actually Cuckles, you can take this in there with you, when you've stripped down you can open it for us. I've got much more important uses for my own hands. No drinking any though! It's a good vintage, far too good for a pathetic Cuck. Even if you are paying for it." Mikey wagged his finger at me sternly.
"Once you have the bottle open, knock on the door and wait until we call you through." He held out the bottle, which I recognised from the restaurant wine list. Whilst it wasn't quite the most expensive they listed, it was still a pretty hefty addition to my room bill.
He saw me looking at the label as I took the bottle from him. He grinned " Although not the most expensive they have, it is certainly the best vintage of the field, don't you think?" He nodded knowingly. "I find the '87 a tad too sweet for my liking. I adore sweetness in a lady, yet I prefer my Champagne a little tart. Standing here with Samantha, with that bottle on ice - this is looking like the start of a wonderful relationship." He laughed derisively at me again, patted my head as patronizingly as he could possibly deliver it. "Now trot along. There's a good little bitch."
I heard Sammy giggle briefly as I closed the bathroom door behind me. Then silence. As I sat on the cold lonely loo seat, I could only imagine him taking my gorgeous wife in his arms. And their first shared deeply passionate kiss. As her discarded cuckold husband prepared for whatever humiliation was to follow.
Christ, I felt horny. And she knew it " And don't even think of touching that cocklett of yours while you're in there, or things won't go well for you Cuckles" she called to me. I knew that unmistakable tone in her voice. She meant it.
I obediently stripped down to my dark blue satin briefs, especially bought for my wife's enjoyment on this 'dirty weekend' of 'ours'. Sammy loves tactile. That's why she chose and bought them. I popped the cork out of the expensive bottle, being careful not to spill a drop. I didn't want to be open to accusations of having taken a swig! Christ almighty! What was I thinking! I didn't give a shit about his 'instructions'! And yet, I didn't touch a drop anyway. I told myself that I didn't need anything to drink at that moment. I lied. Gathering up the now open bottle and the two mouthwash glasses sitting next to the sink. I knocked on the door, two soft taps -- then one louder, in case they couldn't hear me.
No call came. Instead, a chorus of squeals of pleasure and ecstasy from the direction of the bed which I recognised as my gorgeous, sexy wife enjoying the attentions of a well-practiced tongue. Unable to contain my curiosity a moment longer, I gently turned the door handle and slowly opened the bathroom door. "You were told to knock and WAIT! Cuckles. Don't be such a nuisance, we're busy." My wife almost screamed at me. It was apparent that Mikey's mouth was a little too well occupied at that moment for him to admonish me himself.
Her tone was vehement. I retreated quickly back into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I sat on the edge of the bath and listened as this stranger teased and tantalised my wife's body to one tumultuous orgasm after another. Man, he must be good at that. She had never responded so vocally to my own ministrations, let alone so repeatedly. This whole situation was insanely wrong on so many levels. It was also very, incredibly intoxicating. Christ I was horny.
This heady mix of Jealousy, resentment and humiliation. Who knew what a potent and intoxicating turn-on the cocktail of those feelings could be? Up until that point, I had absolutely no idea. Whilst I had often fantasised about my wife taking a lover, the way these two were conspiring together in their pursuit of each other was way beyond anything I had ever imagined. I realised that this was only just starting out.
