(continued from 11a)
I said it would mean that we both accept that she would rather have sex with her lover than with me, because he is very good, and I'm - well, not very good. It would mean that even when she and I do have sex, we would both be aware that she was thinking about him, not me, and that we were both comfortable with that knowledge. It also meant that I would, basically, be her servant; since we would agree that I am not that great a lover, anything else I could do to please her would be expected of me as the price of keeping her and keeping her happy. She does like the way I make her cum with her vibrator, so I would be expected to help her with that any time she wished. And, I added, it would also mean that I would replace her plain-gold wedding ring with a new, diamond-studded one.
"Let me get this straight," she said with a wicked grin. "Under this agreement, I get to keep my lover, I get to have you make me cum anytime I want, I get you as my servant around the clock, and I get a new wedding ring. And all I have to do in return is tell you the truth about how I feel about Ty?"
"Basically, yes," I answered.
She turned around in the bed, looking straight at me. She lifted her left hand, and began to work her wedding ring off her finger. As she did, she said, "He is SO much better than you. He makes me feel wonderful, and sexy, and smart, and attractive and exciting. He makes love to me with passion and with a feeling of urgency, and he moulds himself to my body. You're stiff, he's smooth. You cum quickly, he takes time and makes it a work of art. If I were the teacher grading both of you, he would get an A+. You're a.... let's see... a C+." With that, the ring popped off her finger, and she handed it to me.
"Now, make me cum, cuckold. I want to go to sleep soon."
I did as she instructed, once again holding her wedding ring on my little finger, so I did not lose it. She came very hard, and as she shook with the after-effects of her orgasm, she said it felt nice to think about him without worrying at all about my feelings.
During the next three weeks (it was four weeks to their next date), I often made her cum, then I masturbated after she fell asleep. A few times we made love; each time, she made it very clear that she was doing me a favor, and that I wasn't doing much of anything for her. Sometimes, right in the middle of sex, she'd say, "God, I miss him." Then she got to laugh as I came like Pavlov's dog.
When the one-week mark arrived, we began to prepare in earnest. I fully expected to be told not to cum; I even knew that it would not be long before she told me I could no longer see her undressed. What I did not expect was her instruction to go out and buy a sleep-mask; you know, that thing people wear on airplanes, to try to block out the light so they can nap. Sally explained that there was no reason why I should be allowed to see her undressed during her date; if she was "his" beforehand, she was even more his while she shared his bed!
All week long, I thought about the coming night. He would see her - my wife - undress, and undressed, and spread open for him, while I would see... nothing at all. I tried to imagine what it would sound like, but all I kept coming up with was the feeling that my wife had, once again, drawn closer to her lover and in doing so, had drawn me further into my role as her cuckold. At times I wanted to cry, but I never stopped getting excited about it.
The day before their date, she got her period. We knew we had been cutting it kind of close, but it came a few days early. She worried that Ty wouldn't want to see her if it meant no sex, so she had me email him with the news - and with the suggestion that she could still find "something to make him happy." He wrote back to her that she was silly to think he didn't want to see her anyway, and he looked forward to a nice evening with her. He said it just right; she relaxed and began to get into it again.
I drove us to his house, and she had me go to the door to get him. When I returned, she was in the driver's seat, and she motioned for him to come into the front passenger seat. I, obviously, was relegated to the back! We had a wonderful dinner, and returned to his house; I drove this time, as both of them had been drinking a little.
Sitting on the couch in his living room, they talked some more then began kissing. Sally moved to the floor between his legs, and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang out, and I watched her caress it with her hand and gently kiss its head. Then she turned to me and said, "Cover your eyes." She had left the sleep mask in the car, so I simply closed my eyes and covered them with my hand. I heard kissing noises, and had no way of telling what part of him she was kissing; it was frustrating as hell, and amazingly exciting!
Then I heard them move around, and Ty said, "Let's go upstairs." Sally agreed, and as they walked to the stairs, she told me to get the sleep mask and meet them in his bedroom. I nearly killed myself running to the car in the dark, and by the time I made it to the bedroom, Sally's shirt and bra were on the floor. I caught a brief glimpse of her breasts - the first look in a week - before she told me to sit down and put on my blindfold. Her exact words were, "Now, put on your blindfold, little boy; the grownups are going to play now, and you really shouldn't be watching."
Blindfolded, I realized the truth in what everyone says: when one sense is taken away, the others are heightened. I heard everything - his pants being pulled off, her mouth opening to take him in, the sounds of her kissing and licking him, the sounds of them tongue-kissing... and the sounds of pleasure which came from my wife's lover as she kissed him, sucked him, licked him and touched him in every way she knew to please him.
After what seemed like an eternity - it was nearly an hour - I heard that sound. I guess every man has a certain basic sound he makes when he cums, and by now I think I know Ty's as well as my own. Blindfolded, the sound hit me like a brick: that man, with whom we had just had such a nice, dignified dinner, was cumming for my wife! I didn't know exactly what she was doing to him, but I knew without a doubt what he was feeling. The sounds echoed through my head - and still do.
They followed this with some small (and quiet) talk, then I heard the sounds of Sally dressing. When she was dressed, she told me to take off the mask and help her pick up her things. She excused herself to go to the bathroom, and as I found her coat, her pocketbook, etc., Ty got up, still nude. He walked around the room looking for his pants, and his limp-but-still-potent-looking penis swung back and forth in front of me, as if he was taunting me. That one, not mine, was the one she wanted...
We went downstairs, and I waited outside while they kissed goodbye.
In the car on the way home, Sally talked about how good he felt - how much he loved her breasts, and how he reached to undo her bra the minute she went down on him in the living room. She told me that in bed, he got on top of her and tit-fucked her, which turned him (and her) on tremendously. She said that at one point, he got close to cumming and stopped himself; when she asked him why he stopped, he said, "I've been looking forward to seeing you for a long time, and I don't want it to end." She loved hearing that! And when he finally came, she said, he tasted delicious. Yes, he had cum in her mouth!
She also said that he kept trying to get in her pants, which she just was not comfortable with, especially on the first day of her period. He contented himself with reaching into her pants and carressing her ass cheeks while she went down on him, but she said it made her realize even more how much she longed to have him inside her.
"Tonight was really nice," she said, "but I just don't feel as satisfied as I do when we've made love. You understand, don't you?" Of course I did, I said.
"Good," she continued with that smile again. "Then you won't mind if we just continue our preparations until our next date in three weeks, will you?"
My heart sank, and my cock rose. "What do you mean?" I asked tentatively.
"I mean, I still want him, not you. I'm going to spend the next three weeks thinking about having him inside me, and having sex with you would just get in the way of those wonderful thoughts. So, let's keep doing what we have been doing until after the date, okay?"
Trying not to drive off the road, I croaked out, "Okay."
It has now been a week since that date. It has been two weeks since I've seen my wife wearing anything less than full clothing (except for that brief and wonderful glimpse in Ty's bedroom), and it will be two weeks more before I can. It has been two weeks since I've been inside her, and it will be two weeks more before I can do that, too. Now that her period is over, I've helped her to cum several times - each time wearing the blindfold, so I can suck on her nipple without seeing something which would be inappropriate for me. I am allowed to cum, but only when I ask - and she gives - her permission.
I am living at a level of sexual tension which I haven't felt since high school. I wake up hard, and when I go to bed and wrap my arms around her, I am careful to be sure that I don't touch any part of her which she is saving for Ty. So I go to sleep hard, too. She glows with happiness and mischief, and I have never seen her so radiantly beautiful.
I am the luckiest man alive. Or, perhaps Ty is; in that case, I'm very happy to be Number Two.
Cuckold Paul
newatthis22a@yahoo.com
I said it would mean that we both accept that she would rather have sex with her lover than with me, because he is very good, and I'm - well, not very good. It would mean that even when she and I do have sex, we would both be aware that she was thinking about him, not me, and that we were both comfortable with that knowledge. It also meant that I would, basically, be her servant; since we would agree that I am not that great a lover, anything else I could do to please her would be expected of me as the price of keeping her and keeping her happy. She does like the way I make her cum with her vibrator, so I would be expected to help her with that any time she wished. And, I added, it would also mean that I would replace her plain-gold wedding ring with a new, diamond-studded one.
"Let me get this straight," she said with a wicked grin. "Under this agreement, I get to keep my lover, I get to have you make me cum anytime I want, I get you as my servant around the clock, and I get a new wedding ring. And all I have to do in return is tell you the truth about how I feel about Ty?"
"Basically, yes," I answered.
She turned around in the bed, looking straight at me. She lifted her left hand, and began to work her wedding ring off her finger. As she did, she said, "He is SO much better than you. He makes me feel wonderful, and sexy, and smart, and attractive and exciting. He makes love to me with passion and with a feeling of urgency, and he moulds himself to my body. You're stiff, he's smooth. You cum quickly, he takes time and makes it a work of art. If I were the teacher grading both of you, he would get an A+. You're a.... let's see... a C+." With that, the ring popped off her finger, and she handed it to me.
"Now, make me cum, cuckold. I want to go to sleep soon."
I did as she instructed, once again holding her wedding ring on my little finger, so I did not lose it. She came very hard, and as she shook with the after-effects of her orgasm, she said it felt nice to think about him without worrying at all about my feelings.
During the next three weeks (it was four weeks to their next date), I often made her cum, then I masturbated after she fell asleep. A few times we made love; each time, she made it very clear that she was doing me a favor, and that I wasn't doing much of anything for her. Sometimes, right in the middle of sex, she'd say, "God, I miss him." Then she got to laugh as I came like Pavlov's dog.
When the one-week mark arrived, we began to prepare in earnest. I fully expected to be told not to cum; I even knew that it would not be long before she told me I could no longer see her undressed. What I did not expect was her instruction to go out and buy a sleep-mask; you know, that thing people wear on airplanes, to try to block out the light so they can nap. Sally explained that there was no reason why I should be allowed to see her undressed during her date; if she was "his" beforehand, she was even more his while she shared his bed!
All week long, I thought about the coming night. He would see her - my wife - undress, and undressed, and spread open for him, while I would see... nothing at all. I tried to imagine what it would sound like, but all I kept coming up with was the feeling that my wife had, once again, drawn closer to her lover and in doing so, had drawn me further into my role as her cuckold. At times I wanted to cry, but I never stopped getting excited about it.
The day before their date, she got her period. We knew we had been cutting it kind of close, but it came a few days early. She worried that Ty wouldn't want to see her if it meant no sex, so she had me email him with the news - and with the suggestion that she could still find "something to make him happy." He wrote back to her that she was silly to think he didn't want to see her anyway, and he looked forward to a nice evening with her. He said it just right; she relaxed and began to get into it again.
I drove us to his house, and she had me go to the door to get him. When I returned, she was in the driver's seat, and she motioned for him to come into the front passenger seat. I, obviously, was relegated to the back! We had a wonderful dinner, and returned to his house; I drove this time, as both of them had been drinking a little.
Sitting on the couch in his living room, they talked some more then began kissing. Sally moved to the floor between his legs, and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang out, and I watched her caress it with her hand and gently kiss its head. Then she turned to me and said, "Cover your eyes." She had left the sleep mask in the car, so I simply closed my eyes and covered them with my hand. I heard kissing noises, and had no way of telling what part of him she was kissing; it was frustrating as hell, and amazingly exciting!
Then I heard them move around, and Ty said, "Let's go upstairs." Sally agreed, and as they walked to the stairs, she told me to get the sleep mask and meet them in his bedroom. I nearly killed myself running to the car in the dark, and by the time I made it to the bedroom, Sally's shirt and bra were on the floor. I caught a brief glimpse of her breasts - the first look in a week - before she told me to sit down and put on my blindfold. Her exact words were, "Now, put on your blindfold, little boy; the grownups are going to play now, and you really shouldn't be watching."
Blindfolded, I realized the truth in what everyone says: when one sense is taken away, the others are heightened. I heard everything - his pants being pulled off, her mouth opening to take him in, the sounds of her kissing and licking him, the sounds of them tongue-kissing... and the sounds of pleasure which came from my wife's lover as she kissed him, sucked him, licked him and touched him in every way she knew to please him.
After what seemed like an eternity - it was nearly an hour - I heard that sound. I guess every man has a certain basic sound he makes when he cums, and by now I think I know Ty's as well as my own. Blindfolded, the sound hit me like a brick: that man, with whom we had just had such a nice, dignified dinner, was cumming for my wife! I didn't know exactly what she was doing to him, but I knew without a doubt what he was feeling. The sounds echoed through my head - and still do.
They followed this with some small (and quiet) talk, then I heard the sounds of Sally dressing. When she was dressed, she told me to take off the mask and help her pick up her things. She excused herself to go to the bathroom, and as I found her coat, her pocketbook, etc., Ty got up, still nude. He walked around the room looking for his pants, and his limp-but-still-potent-looking penis swung back and forth in front of me, as if he was taunting me. That one, not mine, was the one she wanted...
We went downstairs, and I waited outside while they kissed goodbye.
In the car on the way home, Sally talked about how good he felt - how much he loved her breasts, and how he reached to undo her bra the minute she went down on him in the living room. She told me that in bed, he got on top of her and tit-fucked her, which turned him (and her) on tremendously. She said that at one point, he got close to cumming and stopped himself; when she asked him why he stopped, he said, "I've been looking forward to seeing you for a long time, and I don't want it to end." She loved hearing that! And when he finally came, she said, he tasted delicious. Yes, he had cum in her mouth!
She also said that he kept trying to get in her pants, which she just was not comfortable with, especially on the first day of her period. He contented himself with reaching into her pants and carressing her ass cheeks while she went down on him, but she said it made her realize even more how much she longed to have him inside her.
"Tonight was really nice," she said, "but I just don't feel as satisfied as I do when we've made love. You understand, don't you?" Of course I did, I said.
"Good," she continued with that smile again. "Then you won't mind if we just continue our preparations until our next date in three weeks, will you?"
My heart sank, and my cock rose. "What do you mean?" I asked tentatively.
"I mean, I still want him, not you. I'm going to spend the next three weeks thinking about having him inside me, and having sex with you would just get in the way of those wonderful thoughts. So, let's keep doing what we have been doing until after the date, okay?"
Trying not to drive off the road, I croaked out, "Okay."
It has now been a week since that date. It has been two weeks since I've seen my wife wearing anything less than full clothing (except for that brief and wonderful glimpse in Ty's bedroom), and it will be two weeks more before I can. It has been two weeks since I've been inside her, and it will be two weeks more before I can do that, too. Now that her period is over, I've helped her to cum several times - each time wearing the blindfold, so I can suck on her nipple without seeing something which would be inappropriate for me. I am allowed to cum, but only when I ask - and she gives - her permission.
I am living at a level of sexual tension which I haven't felt since high school. I wake up hard, and when I go to bed and wrap my arms around her, I am careful to be sure that I don't touch any part of her which she is saving for Ty. So I go to sleep hard, too. She glows with happiness and mischief, and I have never seen her so radiantly beautiful.
I am the luckiest man alive. Or, perhaps Ty is; in that case, I'm very happy to be Number Two.
Cuckold Paul
newatthis22a@yahoo.com
