Waiting Downstairs
by Cuckold Paul
For those who have been keeping up with the adventures of my wife, Sally, you know that March 2001 was the last time I saw her naked. At that time, she decided that, while she and I will still occasionally have intercourse, her body was basically saved for her lover, Ty. When she is with him she strips almost immediately (with his enthusiastic assistance), and spends the evening, or the morning, or the day naked in his bed and in his arms. When she and I do sexual things together, it is usually me making her cum with a vibrator, then going down to the basement to masturbate while thinking about her and her lover. Often, as she is cumming, she will say what she is thinking about - how wet she gets for him, how it feels when he first enters her, how it feels when he fucks her "like a drink of water for a man dying of thirst," how it feels when she cums with his penis inside her (something she has never been able to do with me), how it feels when he cums in her, or just how much she misses him. If you have never had your wife gasp out the words, "God, I miss him" while you are making her cum, you don't know what you are missing — at least, if you're a cuckold!
Once in a while, after I have helped her cum, she will allow me inside her. When she does, I always have to use Vaseline. Any time I might wonder whether she is really as turned on by her lover as she say, the fact that she is always dry with me, even after she cums, but has never even brought a lubricant to her lover, tells the whole truth. When I enter her, she just lies there; she doesn't move, or fuck me back, or even allow me to kiss her. So, there I am - doing my best to do my best, and all I can think about is how she goes wild whenever her lover is where I am now.
Not that I ever lasted very long, but that thought is enough to send me over the edge right away!
(Before anyone worries about us, please let me assure you: we are very happily married! We have both found cuckolding to be sexually fulfilling, we both (all three of us, actually) get off on it, and no, Sally is NOT leaving me for Ty. How do I know? Because as far as we can tell, NO ONE could live with that man! He is amazing in bed, and wonderful to talk with, but he is also so completely involved in his work that he is the most unreliable human being on the planet. Probably two out of three of their dates get canceled, often at the last minute - sometimes, at the VERY last minute. Couple that with how much Sally and I love each other, and how good our lives are together, and I assure you we're okay. But thanks for being concerned!)
Back to the story.
About six months ago, and after two dates in a row got canceled, Ty invited Sally to his place for an evening. I could not get out of work that day, so I asked her if she would like to go by herself - something she has NEVER done, and which she had sworn she never would do. Apparently, it's not "cheating" if your husband is in the room! Anyway, she was horny, frustrated by the cancellations, and... well, horny, and she decided to go. The result was not only an evening of great sex, but a realization on her part that it was MUCH better without me there. She could not say exactly how much of what they had done previously was a "performance" for my benefit, but she knew that spending the evening in bed with him, alone, was wonderful. Since then, she has only seen him alone - including on our wedding anniversary. I had to be away on business, and she actually called him and said she wanted to celebrate our anniversary in his bed! She called me from his bedroom as they began to undress, and again from the car three hours later, as she contentedly made her way home. For me, the combination of the excitement of what they were doing and the humiliation of sitting in a hotel room and masturbating while Ty fucked my wife was unbearably potent; it was one of our best anniversaries ever. (And by the way, when I got home I took her to a Broadway show and a night on the town, to celebrate together. I even got lucky that night, though she still talked about him the whole time we fucked...)
Which brings us to yesterday, May 3, 2002. After yet another series of canceled dates, Ty called her on Thursday and asked her to come over Friday morning. He would be up all night working, and had to be at a meeting at noon, but wanted to see her anyway. Sally agreed, of course - and asked me if I wanted to come along! My face must have shown my tremendous excitement, because before I could say a word she added, "You'll have to wait in his living room while we go to bed, but I thought you might like to be nearby. Maybe the bed will creak enough for you to hear from downstairs." I said sure - I would have said yes to any offer, since it has been so long since I've had any part at all in their dates. Then I spent the rest of the day accepting the fact that, given the chance to have me with her once again, she still chose to go to bed with him alone. For a woman who began "dating" to please me, she was not being shy about what pleased her!
I could not sleep at all that night. Obviously, I know what they do when they are together, but for some reason, the enormity of it all struck me so hard that every time I tried to sleep, I could only picture any one of a hundred sex scenes, and realize that each of them would be made real in the morning by the woman lying next to me. Undressing, touching breasts, touching cock, touching pussy, kissing lips, kissing nipples, kissing cock, sex, cumming, holding, talking... sleep was out of the question.
The drive took an hour, but it seemed forever. I cannot remember how many times a wave of humiliation swept over me, as I realized I was driving my wife to her lover's home. I asked to see the bra she was wearing, but she refused; she said that neither it, nor anything inside it, was for me today. We listened to music all the way down, and did not talk much; I could tell she was thinking about her lover, and anything I said would have interfered. Just before we got to his house she said, "We're almost there." I said, "I love you, and I hope you have a great time." She said she loved me, too, and knew that she would.
We went inside, and they embraced. Ty is always very polite to me, and always includes me in their pre-sex conversations, but when they first see each other it is as if I don't exist. He took her hand and led her to one of the couches in the living room. I sat alone on the other one, facing them. They spent about 10 minutes talking about what was going on in their lives, and after about five of those minutes Sally put her hand on his leg and gently caressed it while they spoke. He said something funny, and she laughed and leaned against his side. He put his arm around her and held her close, and while he continued to talk my wife slid her hand up his leg and laid it on his crotch. She gently stroked him through his jeans, occasionally making his voice catch as he spoke. On the way home she told me that he grew hard as a rock while she was touching him, and as a result she felt her pussy flood with her own excitement!
At the time I didn't know that had happened, but it was at that moment that Sally got up, turned to me and said, "We're going upstairs now. You stay here by yourself." Ty just smiled as he stood up, took her hand, and led her to the stairs. Neither of them said another word to me, and my wife did not even glance back at me as they ascended to his bedroom.
I could hear their footsteps as they entered the bedroom, directly above me. A minute or two of walking around and talking; I could hear their voices, but could not make out their words. A gentle thud, then another - the sound of shoes hitting the floor. More footsteps, then the sound of a belt dropping; the buckle echoed like a cannon in my ears.
I pulled down my pants, and fished the jar of Vaseline out of my jacket pocket. I sat on the floor in Ty's living room, and began rubbing my already-hard cock.
They say blind people develop an extraordinary sense of hearing, to compensate for their loss of sight; I believe them. The sounds told a story: I already knew the plot, but like a suspenseful play where you know the ending, I still waited...
More moving around, then the bed creaked - someone sitting down on it. It creaked louder; had he just joined her there? Small, indistinguishable sounds, then THE sound: my wife moaned the way she does when Ty enters her. I've never heard that sound when we were making love, or at any other time; her lover's penis had found its home, and I heard her welcome him back.
Quiet, then slow, rhythmic creaking. I was listening to my wife being fucked! It was as if I could see. When he pulled back, a small creak; when he pushed into her, a loud one. The creaking seemed like the whole house was singing a mocking song: "your-WIFE-is-GET-ting-FUCKED- right-NOW!"About the fifth set of creaks, Sally moaned loudly; I could just make out the words, "Oh, God..."
The bed creaked faster, and Sally moaned continuously. I was jerking off madly, conscious that I am not allowed to cum at his house, and all at once I had a birds-eye view of the whole scene: A married woman in bed with her lover, the two of them completely wrapped up in fucking each other, and her husband sitting on the floor downstairs, masturbating at the sounds of his wife being filled with another man's penis. I was humiliated by the picture, and by how much I was turned on by it all.
(continued in 13b)
by Cuckold Paul
For those who have been keeping up with the adventures of my wife, Sally, you know that March 2001 was the last time I saw her naked. At that time, she decided that, while she and I will still occasionally have intercourse, her body was basically saved for her lover, Ty. When she is with him she strips almost immediately (with his enthusiastic assistance), and spends the evening, or the morning, or the day naked in his bed and in his arms. When she and I do sexual things together, it is usually me making her cum with a vibrator, then going down to the basement to masturbate while thinking about her and her lover. Often, as she is cumming, she will say what she is thinking about - how wet she gets for him, how it feels when he first enters her, how it feels when he fucks her "like a drink of water for a man dying of thirst," how it feels when she cums with his penis inside her (something she has never been able to do with me), how it feels when he cums in her, or just how much she misses him. If you have never had your wife gasp out the words, "God, I miss him" while you are making her cum, you don't know what you are missing — at least, if you're a cuckold!
Once in a while, after I have helped her cum, she will allow me inside her. When she does, I always have to use Vaseline. Any time I might wonder whether she is really as turned on by her lover as she say, the fact that she is always dry with me, even after she cums, but has never even brought a lubricant to her lover, tells the whole truth. When I enter her, she just lies there; she doesn't move, or fuck me back, or even allow me to kiss her. So, there I am - doing my best to do my best, and all I can think about is how she goes wild whenever her lover is where I am now.
Not that I ever lasted very long, but that thought is enough to send me over the edge right away!
(Before anyone worries about us, please let me assure you: we are very happily married! We have both found cuckolding to be sexually fulfilling, we both (all three of us, actually) get off on it, and no, Sally is NOT leaving me for Ty. How do I know? Because as far as we can tell, NO ONE could live with that man! He is amazing in bed, and wonderful to talk with, but he is also so completely involved in his work that he is the most unreliable human being on the planet. Probably two out of three of their dates get canceled, often at the last minute - sometimes, at the VERY last minute. Couple that with how much Sally and I love each other, and how good our lives are together, and I assure you we're okay. But thanks for being concerned!)
Back to the story.
About six months ago, and after two dates in a row got canceled, Ty invited Sally to his place for an evening. I could not get out of work that day, so I asked her if she would like to go by herself - something she has NEVER done, and which she had sworn she never would do. Apparently, it's not "cheating" if your husband is in the room! Anyway, she was horny, frustrated by the cancellations, and... well, horny, and she decided to go. The result was not only an evening of great sex, but a realization on her part that it was MUCH better without me there. She could not say exactly how much of what they had done previously was a "performance" for my benefit, but she knew that spending the evening in bed with him, alone, was wonderful. Since then, she has only seen him alone - including on our wedding anniversary. I had to be away on business, and she actually called him and said she wanted to celebrate our anniversary in his bed! She called me from his bedroom as they began to undress, and again from the car three hours later, as she contentedly made her way home. For me, the combination of the excitement of what they were doing and the humiliation of sitting in a hotel room and masturbating while Ty fucked my wife was unbearably potent; it was one of our best anniversaries ever. (And by the way, when I got home I took her to a Broadway show and a night on the town, to celebrate together. I even got lucky that night, though she still talked about him the whole time we fucked...)
Which brings us to yesterday, May 3, 2002. After yet another series of canceled dates, Ty called her on Thursday and asked her to come over Friday morning. He would be up all night working, and had to be at a meeting at noon, but wanted to see her anyway. Sally agreed, of course - and asked me if I wanted to come along! My face must have shown my tremendous excitement, because before I could say a word she added, "You'll have to wait in his living room while we go to bed, but I thought you might like to be nearby. Maybe the bed will creak enough for you to hear from downstairs." I said sure - I would have said yes to any offer, since it has been so long since I've had any part at all in their dates. Then I spent the rest of the day accepting the fact that, given the chance to have me with her once again, she still chose to go to bed with him alone. For a woman who began "dating" to please me, she was not being shy about what pleased her!
I could not sleep at all that night. Obviously, I know what they do when they are together, but for some reason, the enormity of it all struck me so hard that every time I tried to sleep, I could only picture any one of a hundred sex scenes, and realize that each of them would be made real in the morning by the woman lying next to me. Undressing, touching breasts, touching cock, touching pussy, kissing lips, kissing nipples, kissing cock, sex, cumming, holding, talking... sleep was out of the question.
The drive took an hour, but it seemed forever. I cannot remember how many times a wave of humiliation swept over me, as I realized I was driving my wife to her lover's home. I asked to see the bra she was wearing, but she refused; she said that neither it, nor anything inside it, was for me today. We listened to music all the way down, and did not talk much; I could tell she was thinking about her lover, and anything I said would have interfered. Just before we got to his house she said, "We're almost there." I said, "I love you, and I hope you have a great time." She said she loved me, too, and knew that she would.
We went inside, and they embraced. Ty is always very polite to me, and always includes me in their pre-sex conversations, but when they first see each other it is as if I don't exist. He took her hand and led her to one of the couches in the living room. I sat alone on the other one, facing them. They spent about 10 minutes talking about what was going on in their lives, and after about five of those minutes Sally put her hand on his leg and gently caressed it while they spoke. He said something funny, and she laughed and leaned against his side. He put his arm around her and held her close, and while he continued to talk my wife slid her hand up his leg and laid it on his crotch. She gently stroked him through his jeans, occasionally making his voice catch as he spoke. On the way home she told me that he grew hard as a rock while she was touching him, and as a result she felt her pussy flood with her own excitement!
At the time I didn't know that had happened, but it was at that moment that Sally got up, turned to me and said, "We're going upstairs now. You stay here by yourself." Ty just smiled as he stood up, took her hand, and led her to the stairs. Neither of them said another word to me, and my wife did not even glance back at me as they ascended to his bedroom.
I could hear their footsteps as they entered the bedroom, directly above me. A minute or two of walking around and talking; I could hear their voices, but could not make out their words. A gentle thud, then another - the sound of shoes hitting the floor. More footsteps, then the sound of a belt dropping; the buckle echoed like a cannon in my ears.
I pulled down my pants, and fished the jar of Vaseline out of my jacket pocket. I sat on the floor in Ty's living room, and began rubbing my already-hard cock.
They say blind people develop an extraordinary sense of hearing, to compensate for their loss of sight; I believe them. The sounds told a story: I already knew the plot, but like a suspenseful play where you know the ending, I still waited...
More moving around, then the bed creaked - someone sitting down on it. It creaked louder; had he just joined her there? Small, indistinguishable sounds, then THE sound: my wife moaned the way she does when Ty enters her. I've never heard that sound when we were making love, or at any other time; her lover's penis had found its home, and I heard her welcome him back.
Quiet, then slow, rhythmic creaking. I was listening to my wife being fucked! It was as if I could see. When he pulled back, a small creak; when he pushed into her, a loud one. The creaking seemed like the whole house was singing a mocking song: "your-WIFE-is-GET-ting-FUCKED- right-NOW!"About the fifth set of creaks, Sally moaned loudly; I could just make out the words, "Oh, God..."
The bed creaked faster, and Sally moaned continuously. I was jerking off madly, conscious that I am not allowed to cum at his house, and all at once I had a birds-eye view of the whole scene: A married woman in bed with her lover, the two of them completely wrapped up in fucking each other, and her husband sitting on the floor downstairs, masturbating at the sounds of his wife being filled with another man's penis. I was humiliated by the picture, and by how much I was turned on by it all.
(continued in 13b)
