"Let's hope she's a bit easier to get on with than the last one was." I say to Joyce over breakfast.
"Yeah, we could hardly get a word out of her. Like a rabbit caught in the headlights I thought. This'll be his third I suppose." Joyce says.
My cousin Howard is staying with us for the weekend. He's travelled down to Watford from North East England to introduce his new wife to us. They arrive on the Friday evening. We've not seen Howard for a couple of years although in our teens he and I were good friends. We are about the same age but not a bit alike. He's over six feet tall for one thing and muscular whereas I'm five seven and a half and have always done office work spending all my working life behind a desk. I play a bit of tennis and squash to keep fit but mainly enjoy sailing my little dinghy in the English Channel at weekends. My wife comes with me some of the time. She has several good female friends she's known all her life and plays a lot of bridge.
We both take to his new wife Judith straight away. She must be ten years younger than Howard but is so relaxed and smiles broadly when we meet her. In a few short minutes it's as if we've known her all our lives.
"She prefers to be called Jude." Howard says grinning as I help with the luggage. "You're looking more beautiful than ever," he says, leaning down to kiss Joyce on both cheeks.
"Flatterer!" Joyce expresses this in an admonishing way but I can see by her smile and pinker cheeks that she enjoys the compliment.
Howard has always been quite competitive so later when he sees a cup I won for squash on a sideboard he challenges me to a game the next day. I manage to get a cancellation at 10am. That evening we have a few drinks in the house and the atmosphere is very relaxed. Howard plonks himself down on the settee next to Joyce, flirting with her a little as he always does and I have an interesting conversation with Jude. She works as a nurse in a large hospital in Newcastle.
"You've got to be very broad minded to do my job." She says laughing. "I met Howard on one of those crazy nurse's nights out, you know, a bit like a drunken hen night? I was so drunk I had to lean on him for support." She giggles again and I find her laughter infectious.
"Yes, she'd never have let me take her home if she was sober." Howard chimes in from across the room giving a loud guffaw. "Once I'd got into her knickers I knew she'd marry me eventually."
For a split second I had this image of Howard wearing Jude's panties then realise what he is meaning. I blush a little remembering trying on Joyce's under things a few times when she was out.
Next morning the squash ends predictably with a resounding win for Howard. I'd thought my smaller stature and slimmer build would have given me an advantage but he wins the game through sheer power hitting the ball so hard that I struggle to return it. Annoyingly he steps in front of me deliberately a number of times to hamper my game. Referees would penalise such behaviour. Howard is fully aware of this and it's as if he's expecting me to complain but I let it go.
Afterwards we use the communal showers and I see him looking at my equipment and grinning. I know he's proud of his own cock and balls. There is no-one else around.
"Do you ever think that Joyce might be happier with a man who is able to reach parts of her cunt where your willy has never been. Just think how many more orgasms she'd have if I got this inside her." He lifts it up and waves it at me. I have to admit it's an impressive specimen. The truth is I've often fantasised about Joyce seeking sex outside our marriage. But I'm hardly likely to admit that to Howard. In any case whenever I've mentioned it during sexual play she's totally rejected the idea telling me I'm a pervert to even think about it.
When I refuse to answer Howard continues to taunt me. "Just imagine Joyce bent over, her hands against this wall taking a lovely big cock up her cunt and enjoying every minute of it." He leans over to the wall himself miming fucking motions his backside thrusting back and forwards just as if Joyce is taking his full eight inches.
He turns around to look at me then, his leering grin widening. "I do believe you're getting turned on by this conversation. Is your sorry excuse for a cock stirring, young Terry? Maybe I should fuck your Joyce then. You'd like that wouldn't you?"
"Joyce is a woman with strong principles. You've got no chance whatsoever." As soon as these words are uttered I realise I was implying I wanted Howard to fuck her. The better answer was to say 'No'. But it's too late now.
Howard is quick off the mark. "That sounds like a challenge. I'm going to try her this weekend. You never said I couldn't, did you?"
"I don't want you to. But I can't stop you trying if I'm not around can I?" Again my words have come out wrong. I blush and turn away from Howard to hide my cock which is now fully erect. I grab my towel and begin to dry myself and get dressed hoping he's not noticed. That smirk might give me the answer. But perhaps he's just thinking about the challenge ahead.
We go out for a meal to a large hotel on the Saturday evening. It's a place we go to once in a while because they put on music and there's a small dance floor in front of the band. Joyce enjoys dancing but I'm not a good dancer so if there are single men there she gets up and dances with them. She'll even ask one for a dance, especially if it's someone she knows. I enjoy seeing her in the arms of another man. I like to think we both enjoy it and Joyce doesn't turn away later when we are in bed together.
We've been married for ten years. The frequency of our love making has dwindled over time. It's not what I want and I've tried to discuss it with her but she becomes embarrassed and changes the subject. I still need relief so like many men in my position I masturbate frequently. I tell myself that I want her to fuck other men because it will naturally lead to an improvement in our own bedroom play but it's probably more complicated than that. I try not to think too deeply about it but have noticed I am seeking out fem dom and cuckolding sites on my computer with more and more regularity.
We've gone through a couple of bottles of wine during the meal and Howard brings a round of double gin and tonics on a tray without asking if anyone wants them. I sip mine warily realising I'll need to slow down. We don't often have alcohol so I'm already feeling tight. I notice Joyce hasn't touched her drink. I can see she doesn't want to make a fuss.
"We're not really drinkers Howard. It was good of you to buy the gins but Joyce doesn't want her's." We make eye contact and I can tell Howard isn't happy.
"Why don't you let Joyce speak for herself Terry, my boy? I've heard that women are allowed to make decisions for themselves these days." He says this with heavy sarcasm. He looks questioningly towards Joyce.
"He's right Howard. I've had enough to drink. But thanks, you weren't to know." Joyce says.
"I'm usually the one to drive home these days so it's nice to be able to get off my face for once." Jude says, knocking back her own drink and moving Joyce's onto her own beer mat.
Howard looks deflated. "Well let's see how you feel later on. The night is young."
