THE INVITATION
by Cuckold Paul
Sunday morning, the kids are all away at sleep-away camp. I'm sitting in the den, reading the paper, while Sally works on her email nearby. After a while, she gets up, walks over to me with a very sexy smile and says, "I've got a date with my lover Tuesday night. If you want to drive me there, we'll let you stay in the living room and listen while we go upstairs and make love."
A wave of excitement and embarrassment crashes over me. I nod my agreement, and tell her I would like that very much. She says to give her 10 minutes and then join her upstairs so we can start preparing. "Oh, and by the way, you're done cumming until HE'S done cumming."
She walks up the stairs, and leaves me thinking about what has just happened. This IS my fantasy, and living it for real is completely exciting, but it is not an easy one to adjust to when a "date" appears out of nowhere. In the span of 20 seconds she has said:
- I am going to have sex with my lover.
- I will allow you to drive me to my date, and to sit with us while we talk, but he and I will leave you to go to his bedroom and make love.
- He will see me naked, and you have not in over a year.
- He is so good that you will be able to hear me from downstairs.
- When we are finished - when I have cum, and he has cum, and we are both satisfied and happy - you may drive me and my lover's cum home to our house.
- Now, help me get ready.
I can't imagine ever getting used to hearing that.
After the 10 minutes I went upstairs. She was just getting in the shower, and told me to put on my blindfold and join her. I washed her body - the body I have not seen in 16 months - as she talked about how excited she was to see him.
When we got out, Sally laid down on our bed, covered herself with the blanket, and told me to make her cum. I took out the vibrator and played with her for nearly half an hour as she described what he would be doing to her on Tuesday. She came with a huge moan, bucking and jumping all over the bed, and I knew it was not my touch which drove her crazy like that.
She fell asleep for an hour, and I sat there masturbating while I looked at the shape of her body under the covers. I had one of those moments when I sort of step back and view the scene from outside of myself: there I was, rubbing my cock which my wife would not even think of touching before Tuesday, and which is not allowed to cum, while my wife slept next to me, dreaming of her lover's touch, her lover's kiss, her lover's cock. Not the proudest moment of my life, especially given how turned on I was!
No more was mentioned about the date until that night, when Sally said she would choose her outfit so I could stare at it until Tuesday. She chose a long, black, sleeveless dress with a thin, black sweater. Black lacy bra and black panties, though as she reminded me, he really pays no attention to her underwear; the time from the moment he first touches her clothes to undress her to the moment she is naked in his bed can usually be measured in seconds! But I so enjoy looking at her underwear during the days before their dates, thinking of her body filling the delicate items and then each one falling to the floor in his bedroom, that she always helps me out by choosing sexy ones.
By the way, it was on their last date that Sally finally told Ty that only he gets to see her naked anymore. He seemed very appreciative of her gift to him, and amused by her denial of me, but it turns out that he thought about that more than we knew.
Monday evening was spent in preparation as well. Sally showered and shaved, and had me check (blindfolded, of course) to make sure she had shaved her legs completely smooth, "for him." Then I applied cream to her legs, her feet and her hands, to get everything soft "for him." Finally, she had me use the vibrator again, but this time she barely said anything. I knew she was deep in thought about her lover, and I did not want to interrupt, so I quietly did everything I could to get her off. Just before she came, as I felt the vibrator, my hands and my mouth working their magic on my wife's body, she gasped, "Oh, God, I want him!"
After she came, she rolled over to go to sleep, reminding me that when I jerked off I was not allowed to cum.
I was off on Tuesday, but Sally had to go to an all-day meeting, so I literally spent the whole day masturbating. I hung her dress on a hanger at the foot of our bed, laid out her bra and panties on the bed, and jerked off for hours and hours while looking at them and picturing the evening they had ahead of them. Excitement, humiliation, joy, pain, fear, shame, happiness... cuckolding is a powerful aphrodisiac, and anticipation is the most powerful part of all.
When she came home she "assembled" her outfit, gathering the pieces from the bed and the hanger and dressing in private, and we got in the car. The drive to his house takes an hour. We spent the first half talking about her day at work, with me trying my hardest to concentrate on the conversation as images of her making love to Ty flooded my brain. Since I was doing the driving, I could not sit and stare at her; driving into a truck or a pole is not great foreplay. But every once in a while I would glance over at her, often just as part of our conversation, and every time I did my heart skipped a beat and my stomach knotted. I saw her beautiful eyes, and pictured them as Ty would see them, from inches away. I saw her lips, and pictured her kissing him - everywhere. I saw the shape of her breasts, and could almost feel what he would feel as he touched them. And I saw her body, and could not stop picturing his penis sliding into her... and cumming in her. I have NO idea what she talked about during that first half hour.
As we approached his exit on the highway, about 20 minutes from his house, she got quiet. I knew better than to say anything, as I could actually feel my wife preparing herself for her lover. Her body moved subtly, occasionally jerking slightly, and I knew that I was no longer the only one thinking about them making love. After a little while she softly said, "I can't wait to see him again," and then she was quiet until we arrived at his home. As we pulled into his driveway I said, as I always do, "I hope you have a great time," and she responded, as she always does, with a throaty voice: "Oh, I will."
We walked up his driveway - together, but not. She would not take my hand, or even look at me; she was focused only on him now. He met her at the door and they hugged and kissed; only when they let go did he reach out to shake my hand and say a polite "hello" to me. He offered her a glass of wine, ignoring me completely, and they sat down on the couch in his living room. I sat on a smaller couch opposite them, and they began their typical hour-long conversation about anything and everything in the world: jobs, family, politics, novels, philosophy and religion (honest; these were the topics of that one day's conversation. Sally always worried that she would not know what to say to a lover either before or after sex, but Ty has eliminated that worry, in spades!). After a while, Sally rested her hand on his leg; an innocent-looking gesture of friendship, but one which I knew would lead to the two of them making love.
She snuggled close to his side, and as she did, her hand slid up his leg and rested on his crotch. She gently began to run her fingertips along his zipper, and I watched in awe as his penis grew at her touch. It aimed up and to the left under his jeans, and she began to wrap her fingers around it as it pushed out on the denim. At one point she must have touched something special, because he let out a low groan and pulled her face to his, kissing her deeply. As they kissed, his left hand found her breast, and he began to massage it through her dress and sweater.
(continued in 14b)
by Cuckold Paul
Sunday morning, the kids are all away at sleep-away camp. I'm sitting in the den, reading the paper, while Sally works on her email nearby. After a while, she gets up, walks over to me with a very sexy smile and says, "I've got a date with my lover Tuesday night. If you want to drive me there, we'll let you stay in the living room and listen while we go upstairs and make love."
A wave of excitement and embarrassment crashes over me. I nod my agreement, and tell her I would like that very much. She says to give her 10 minutes and then join her upstairs so we can start preparing. "Oh, and by the way, you're done cumming until HE'S done cumming."
She walks up the stairs, and leaves me thinking about what has just happened. This IS my fantasy, and living it for real is completely exciting, but it is not an easy one to adjust to when a "date" appears out of nowhere. In the span of 20 seconds she has said:
- I am going to have sex with my lover.
- I will allow you to drive me to my date, and to sit with us while we talk, but he and I will leave you to go to his bedroom and make love.
- He will see me naked, and you have not in over a year.
- He is so good that you will be able to hear me from downstairs.
- When we are finished - when I have cum, and he has cum, and we are both satisfied and happy - you may drive me and my lover's cum home to our house.
- Now, help me get ready.
I can't imagine ever getting used to hearing that.
After the 10 minutes I went upstairs. She was just getting in the shower, and told me to put on my blindfold and join her. I washed her body - the body I have not seen in 16 months - as she talked about how excited she was to see him.
When we got out, Sally laid down on our bed, covered herself with the blanket, and told me to make her cum. I took out the vibrator and played with her for nearly half an hour as she described what he would be doing to her on Tuesday. She came with a huge moan, bucking and jumping all over the bed, and I knew it was not my touch which drove her crazy like that.
She fell asleep for an hour, and I sat there masturbating while I looked at the shape of her body under the covers. I had one of those moments when I sort of step back and view the scene from outside of myself: there I was, rubbing my cock which my wife would not even think of touching before Tuesday, and which is not allowed to cum, while my wife slept next to me, dreaming of her lover's touch, her lover's kiss, her lover's cock. Not the proudest moment of my life, especially given how turned on I was!
No more was mentioned about the date until that night, when Sally said she would choose her outfit so I could stare at it until Tuesday. She chose a long, black, sleeveless dress with a thin, black sweater. Black lacy bra and black panties, though as she reminded me, he really pays no attention to her underwear; the time from the moment he first touches her clothes to undress her to the moment she is naked in his bed can usually be measured in seconds! But I so enjoy looking at her underwear during the days before their dates, thinking of her body filling the delicate items and then each one falling to the floor in his bedroom, that she always helps me out by choosing sexy ones.
By the way, it was on their last date that Sally finally told Ty that only he gets to see her naked anymore. He seemed very appreciative of her gift to him, and amused by her denial of me, but it turns out that he thought about that more than we knew.
Monday evening was spent in preparation as well. Sally showered and shaved, and had me check (blindfolded, of course) to make sure she had shaved her legs completely smooth, "for him." Then I applied cream to her legs, her feet and her hands, to get everything soft "for him." Finally, she had me use the vibrator again, but this time she barely said anything. I knew she was deep in thought about her lover, and I did not want to interrupt, so I quietly did everything I could to get her off. Just before she came, as I felt the vibrator, my hands and my mouth working their magic on my wife's body, she gasped, "Oh, God, I want him!"
After she came, she rolled over to go to sleep, reminding me that when I jerked off I was not allowed to cum.
I was off on Tuesday, but Sally had to go to an all-day meeting, so I literally spent the whole day masturbating. I hung her dress on a hanger at the foot of our bed, laid out her bra and panties on the bed, and jerked off for hours and hours while looking at them and picturing the evening they had ahead of them. Excitement, humiliation, joy, pain, fear, shame, happiness... cuckolding is a powerful aphrodisiac, and anticipation is the most powerful part of all.
When she came home she "assembled" her outfit, gathering the pieces from the bed and the hanger and dressing in private, and we got in the car. The drive to his house takes an hour. We spent the first half talking about her day at work, with me trying my hardest to concentrate on the conversation as images of her making love to Ty flooded my brain. Since I was doing the driving, I could not sit and stare at her; driving into a truck or a pole is not great foreplay. But every once in a while I would glance over at her, often just as part of our conversation, and every time I did my heart skipped a beat and my stomach knotted. I saw her beautiful eyes, and pictured them as Ty would see them, from inches away. I saw her lips, and pictured her kissing him - everywhere. I saw the shape of her breasts, and could almost feel what he would feel as he touched them. And I saw her body, and could not stop picturing his penis sliding into her... and cumming in her. I have NO idea what she talked about during that first half hour.
As we approached his exit on the highway, about 20 minutes from his house, she got quiet. I knew better than to say anything, as I could actually feel my wife preparing herself for her lover. Her body moved subtly, occasionally jerking slightly, and I knew that I was no longer the only one thinking about them making love. After a little while she softly said, "I can't wait to see him again," and then she was quiet until we arrived at his home. As we pulled into his driveway I said, as I always do, "I hope you have a great time," and she responded, as she always does, with a throaty voice: "Oh, I will."
We walked up his driveway - together, but not. She would not take my hand, or even look at me; she was focused only on him now. He met her at the door and they hugged and kissed; only when they let go did he reach out to shake my hand and say a polite "hello" to me. He offered her a glass of wine, ignoring me completely, and they sat down on the couch in his living room. I sat on a smaller couch opposite them, and they began their typical hour-long conversation about anything and everything in the world: jobs, family, politics, novels, philosophy and religion (honest; these were the topics of that one day's conversation. Sally always worried that she would not know what to say to a lover either before or after sex, but Ty has eliminated that worry, in spades!). After a while, Sally rested her hand on his leg; an innocent-looking gesture of friendship, but one which I knew would lead to the two of them making love.
She snuggled close to his side, and as she did, her hand slid up his leg and rested on his crotch. She gently began to run her fingertips along his zipper, and I watched in awe as his penis grew at her touch. It aimed up and to the left under his jeans, and she began to wrap her fingers around it as it pushed out on the denim. At one point she must have touched something special, because he let out a low groan and pulled her face to his, kissing her deeply. As they kissed, his left hand found her breast, and he began to massage it through her dress and sweater.
(continued in 14b)
