Cuckold Stories by Wayne C. Rogers
Cuckold Story: The Proposition, part 2
Danielle and the kids were sitting at the kitchen table, eating supper when I finally got home from work on Wednesday evening. I apologized for being late, went upstairs to the bathroom and washed up, then came back down and joined them at the table. As I filled my plate with spaghetti and meatballs, Elizabeth informed me that she was helping her younger brother, Steven, on an assignment for his science class. He was supposed to find out if there were any underground rivers flowing beneath the city of Las Vegas. She was going to assist him in searching the Internet for information. I decided to help them get started by passing along what knowledge I had about the area.
“There’s at least one river flowing under the city,” I said. “There used to be an entrance to it over by Rancho Drive and the Interstate. It was fenced off for a long time because people kept falling into the hole and drowning.”
“How deep was the hole?” Steve asked.
“The hole was about ten feet wide. It opened up into a large cavern that was at least a hundred-or-more feet in diameter and over seventy-five feet deep. The river ran through the cavern.”
“Did anybody ever explore it?” Elizabeth wanted to know.
“The Navy once sent a pair of scuba divers into the river to see how far they could go,” I answered.
“What happened?” Steve asked.
“Both divers disappeared.”
“They were killed?” There was excitement in Steve’s eyes. He loved solving mysteries. “Did the river swallow them up?”
“Well, no one knows for sure. The divers were never seen again. It’s believed that the river’s current was too fast for them. Geologists think that the river runs all the way to San Diego and empties into the Pacific Ocean. In fact, it’s a pretty good guess that our river is part of an underground system that the Navy uses to hide its submarines in and around the San Diego area.”
“Wow!” Steve said. “Huge caverns with submarines docked inside of them.”
“You got it,” I said. “But that’s not all. The local Indians around here believe that spirits of the dead haunt the river. You can check the Internet for more information, or maybe the library will have some books about the history of Vegas.”
“Lets get started,” Elizabeth said.
My wife stared at her two children. “Have both of you finished eating?” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am,” they answered at the same time.
“Put your plates up on the counter,” Danielle told them. “You can use the computer for an hour.”
The kids took off, leaving Danielle and I to finish supper and to clean up. My wife moved down to where I was sitting and we traded meatballs, eating from each other’s plate. It was something we had fun doing. I was always picking at her food, and she was constantly picking at mine. It usually worked best when we ate in a restaurant and had different entrees. After we finished eating, I started clearing the table of leftover food and taking the plates up to the counter.
“I need to talk to you,” she said.
“What is it?” I asked as I cleaned off the kitchen table. “Is there anything wrong?”
“No.”
“Would you like me to sit back down?”
“Yes, please,” she answered. I sat down next to my wife, and she put her hand over mine. “There’s a man who’s been coming into the hotel for almost a year. His name’s Stuart Hamilton, and he’s a real estate developer here in town.”
I didn’t say anything.
“Anyway,” she continued, “he’s been trying to get me to go out with him for the last four months or so. Since men are always hitting on me at work, I never gave it a lot of thought. Besides, Stuart knows that I’m married.”
“Did something happen today?”
“Yes.”
“It’s okay,” I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
“Stuart made me an offer that’s been on my mind for the last several hours. I want to run it by you and see what you think.”
“Go ahead.”
“First of all,” she said, “he has no desire to create any problems within our marriage. It’s not his intention to try and take me away from you, or to break us up.”
“Okay.”
“He wants to see me once a week after work. Friday works best for him.”
“And?”
“And he’ll take me out to dinner and then we’ll go back to his place for sex. It would only be for a few hours on a Friday night, and Stuart said that he’d give me five hundred dollars for each date.”
I didn’t know what to say.
Danielle was a beautiful, sexy and intelligent woman who knew exactly what she wanted out of life. As a cocktail waitress in one of the top resorts in Las Vegas, men were always coming on to her, drawn by the power of her persona as well as by the sensuality she projected. My wife had been offered large sums of money to have sex with other men and there were even a number of times when she’d given in to the temptation.
I never judged her for that.
She’d been up front with me about her passion for the male species and the need for money before we got married. It was simply a part of her nature. I, on the other hand, loved her too much to risk losing her over the affairs she had with other men. It was something I’d learned to flow with, fighting back the jealousy that sometimes threatened to engulf me. Because I accepted her totally and never berated her for the way she was, Danielle offered me a stronger form of love than most people ever experienced.
“Do you want to do it?” I asked gently.
“It would mean an extra two thousand a month,” she replied.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
My wife hesitated for a moment and then said, “Yes, I want to do it.”
“This isn’t like the other propositions you’ve had,” I stated. “Stuart evidently wants to see you on a weekly basis. What happens if he falls in love with you, or even worse, if you fall in love with him?”
“That’s not going to happen, darling.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m in love with you, William,” my wife answered. “Other than my children, you’re the most important person in my life. No other man has ever loved me as unconditionally as you do. That means more to me than any amount of money ever will.”
“What about Stuart?”
“He just wants to fuck me.”
“Are you sure?” I said.
“Stuart doesn’t want a committed relationship. He’s already been through three marriages. All the man wants is to have sex with me once a week, and he’s willing to pay handsomely for the privilege.”
“Does that mean he may want to see you more than once a week?” I asked, trying to predict the ramifications of what Danielle was getting herself into. I already knew she was going to have sex with Stuart Hamilton. Once my wife made up her mind about something, it was a done deal. The only option left to me was to accept the fact and not make an issue of it. “What are you going to do when the other high rollers you occasionally see come into town?”
“I told Stuart that there might be times when I wouldn’t be able to see him,” she said. “And yes, he may want to see me more than once a week. He mentioned the possibility of taking me to Los Angeles, or to San Francisco for the weekend.”
Danielle moved closer to me and put her hand in my lap. Leaning forward, she kissed me lightly on the mouth as her hand began to slowly stroke my penis until it was fully erect. If the kids hadn’t been in the next room, I would’ve taken her right there on the kitchen table. She must have known exactly what I was thinking because her tongue pushed its way into my mouth and her hand grew more insistent. My wife was the only woman I’d ever known who was sexually compatible with me. She loved having sex, and nothing was too wild or taboo for her.
I pulled back from her and stared into her dark eyes. “Keep that up and I’m going to cum in my pants,” I said in a husky tone of voice.
“I want you to cum inside of me,” she stated.
“The bedroom?”
“No, let’s do it in the laundry room,” she said. “It’s closer.”
“What about the kids?”
“Don’t worry about them.”
We got up from the table and went outside to the back patio, closing the sliding glass door behind us. The laundry room was only a few feet away. We entered it, left the inside light off, and closed the door. Danielle and I were like teenagers in heat. I wasted no time in pulling off her T-shirt and bra. I then got down on one knee and unbuttoned her shorts, pulling them and her panties down around her ankles. She stepped out of the clothes, then drew my face into the brown curly hairs of her pubis. My wife leaned back against the washing machine as I slid my tongue between her legs and tasted the wetness of her heat. She moaned softly, enjoying the pleasure that I was giving her. I probed the inner recesses of her body, licking and sucking like a man dying of thirst. It only took a couple of minutes for my wife to reach her first orgasm. I could feel the shivers in her body as the waves of sensation flooded through her. She ground her pelvis against my face, moaning loudly. When the orgasm finally subsided, I stood back up and turned her around. I bent her over the washing machine and unzipped my pants.
If only the Maytag people could see us now! I thought.
Unbuckling my pants, I pushed them and my jockey briefs down around my ankles. I then pressed up against the back of Danielle’s buttocks, placing the head of my erection to the opening of her vagina. I entered my wife slowly, pushing my hard cock all the way into her. She cried out and pressed back against me. Gripping her hips with both hands, I began to fuck her slow and easy. I didn’t want to ejaculate too soon. The urge was there and I had to fight it. My wife met each thrust, grinding frantically against me, wanting me to go faster.
“Do it to me,” she begged.
I knew exactly what she was asking for. Danielle liked it hard and fast and rough. She wanted a man to literally take her…to drive into her with the power of his cock, making her submit to his carnal desires. Taking a firmer hold on her hips, I started fucking her harder.
“That’s it!” my wife groaned out the side of her mouth. “Don’t stop doing it, baby!”
I lifted her up over the top of the washing machine and buried my cock as deeply as possible inside her womb, pumping hard, driving into her like an insane man as I ejaculated my seed into the very core of her soul.
“Yes…yes!”
I could feel her body shaking from the intensity of a second orgasm as I continued for several seconds to shoot my semen into her. My own orgasm was a powerful one and it drained me completely, making me weak in the knees.
When our spasms of sexual delight were over and I could feel my penis shrinking in size while it was still inside my wife, I tenderly kissed the side of her cheek, then her ear and neck. I ran my lips and tongue down to her left shoulder and then over to the right. Sliding my cock out of the wetness of her body, I moved to the center of her back and meandered my way down to her firm buttocks, kissing each one with a passion that surprised both of us. Danielle turned around with a sigh of growing desire and pulled my face into the junction between her legs, silently commanding me to worship the source of her power as only an obedient husband is able to do. I ate her cunt with a ravaging hunger and swiftly brought her to a third orgasm, leaving her as drained as I was, sensing that she was about to collapse into my arms due to a lack of strength in her legs.
I stood back up and held her in my arms. “I love you so much,” I whispered into her ear. “My soul was dead until you came into my life, and now you’re the reason that I live. I never want to lose you.”
“Hey, mom!” Steven’s voice suddenly called out, startling us.
“I wonder where they went,” Lizy said.
“I don’t know.”
“Let’s go back inside.”
We heard the sound of the sliding glass door being closed and then Danielle started laughing at how close we’d come to being caught by the kids.
“Thank God it wasn’t a minute earlier,” I said.
“Amen to that,” my wife stated. “We’ll have to tell them that we took a short walk around the block.”
“Sounds like the perfect alibi.”
We quickly dressed and then went back inside the house. The kids immediately came out of the living room and wanted to know where we’d gone. Our answer seemed to satisfy them. If they’d been adults, both of them would’ve known instantly what we’d been up to. Needless to say, we breathed a deep sigh of relief at their ignorance.
As Danielle and I finished cleaning up the kitchen, she turned to me and said, “Tomorrow when you get home from work, I want to go over to the mall and do some shopping. We can have dinner at McDonalds while we’re there.”
“Okay.”
“Stuart wants to go out this Friday, and I think it would be nice if you were to buy me some new lingerie to wear for him.”
“He should be paying for any new lingerie,” I stated.
“But I want you to do it,” she said. “A submissive husband should be more than willing to make sure his wife looks beautiful and sexy when she goes out. Besides, think of it as a gift, or as a token of your love for me. I know Stuart will certainly appreciate your endeavor when we get together on Friday.”
“You’re so wicked, Danielle.”
“That’s why you love me so much.”
“What about the kids?”
“There’s a B. Dalton right across from Victoria’s Secret,” my wife said. “Steven and Lizy can check out the bookstore while we do our shopping.”
“You have this all figured out, don’t you?”
“Of course.”
Later that night, when I was taking a quick shower, Danielle stepped into the stall with me and we made love a second time. I think both of us were somewhat excited by this new addition to our lives. My wife was like a wild woman as she straddled my hips and lowered herself upon the protruding erection that jutted out before me. I pressed her back against the tile wall and then drove my cock repeatedly into the folds of tender flesh between her legs. It only took a couple of minutes for me to reach my orgasm and to empty myself into her. I knew Danielle could feel the force of my ejaculation as it erupted inside her body because it quickly triggered her own orgasm and she began to cry out in what seemed like an absolute state of ecstasy.
I was totally exhausted by the time we finally went to bed. Spooning against my wife’s backside, I lovingly wrapped my arms around her body and held her close to me, almost as if I was afraid she’d run away.
“Are you going to be okay with this?” she asked.
I shrugged my shoulder. “I don’t know,” I said hesitantly. “You’re already seeing Timothy on Tuesday nights for sex. Now, Stuart will be taking up Friday. That’s two nights every week that you’ll be tied up with other men, plus the occasional weekends when some of your high-rollers come into town.”
“What are you trying to say?”
“I don’t want it to reach a point where all of your evenings are reserved for other guys.”
“You don’t have to worry about that, William. I’ll always make sure that there’s plenty of time for you and the children.”
“I hope so.”
“If I don’t give you the attention that you need, I expect you to let me know right away. Don’t be a martyr. I won’t allow this affair with Stuart, or the one with Timothy, to come between us. Our marriage is important to me. Do you understand what I’m trying to say?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
“No one would ever believe that two people could have a marriage like ours and be happy.”
“Everyone has to find the right kind of relationship that works best,” she said. “Ours is certainly different from most marriages, but I think we’re happier than the average couple.”
“So do I.”
Danielle laughed. “While Steven and Lizy look for Harry Potter books, “ she said, “you’ll be picking out some sexy panties with matching bras for me to wear for my new lover.”
I pinched her right nipple in retaliation and then suddenly felt her left hand slip down between us in an effort to take hold of my testicles so that she could give them a hard squeeze. I yelped like a surprised child and barely escaped her world famous “nut-cracking” grip.
“You’re lucky I didn’t get them,” she teased. My wife then turned over so that she could look at me. There was a big smile on her face. “Still, you have to go to sleep sooner or later, and when you do—“
I pulled Danielle to me and kissed her. She passionately kissed me back as her hand slipped down to my testicles and gave them a gentle squeeze. I could feel myself becoming aroused again.
“You’re just a horny little devil tonight,” she said.
“I know.”
“Well, you’ve already had your quota of sex for one evening. Maybe I’ll model some of the lingerie for you tomorrow night when we get back from the mall. Would you enjoy that?”
“Absolutely.”
“Good,” she said as her fingers wrapped around my hard cock and twisted it sharply, causing me to yell out in pain. “Now you can go to sleep, darling.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I moaned.
Sleep came quickly, and Wednesday slowly drifter into Thursday.
I was home by 5:15 P.M. on Thursday. Danielle and the kids were in the house waiting for me as I pulled into the driveway. I went inside, used the bathroom, got a drink of water, and then we locked up and headed to the Meadows Mall.
When we got to the mall, I gave Steve and Lizy each thirty dollars to buy books with. Danielle and I watched them enter B. Dalton, then we turned around and went into Victoria’s Secret.
I always felt a little bit self-conscious whenever I accompanied my wife on a shopping expedition for undergarments. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy helping her to pick out sexy lingerie; in fact, I probably liked it too much. I worried that the other ladies in the store would see through my nonchalance, realizing just how much this simple act of intimacy with my wife turned me on. Danielle understood the erotic undertones of what she was having me do and got a sexual charge from it. This time, however, was more potent. The sexual energy between us was almost electric in nature. We were here to buy lingerie so that she could excite another man and have sex with him. It was my job to help her pick out several items that would have him literally salivating from desire, not to mention on his hands and knees, begging her for the pleasure of consummating the act of intercourse.
Danielle led me around the store in silence for a number of minutes as we looked at the different selections of panties, brassieres, garter belts, and corsets. It took a while, but we eventually found a style (Second Skin Satin) that was perfect for her. We purchased five pairs of their high cut briefs in light blue, black, green, dark blue, and tan, along with five seamless contour bras in matching colors. We then picked out three corsets with hanging garters in dark blue, black and light blue, plus two garter belts in green and tan. My wife wanted to get some new nylons, so we stepped over to where the hosiery was located and ended up buying a dozen pair of black and skin-tone stockings with seams up the back and several pairs of black pantyhose with a French lace panty design and seams up the back. Both Danielle and I believed that seams up the back of stockings had more of a psychological affect on the male psyche than regular nylons did. I knew that for me, there was something extremely erotic about seeing a seam running up the back of a woman’s stocking and disappearing under the dress or skirt. It got me aroused more quickly than anything else I could think of.
I thanked God that Victoria’s Secret was having a sale on their bras and panties. As it was, the bill came to almost two hundred dollars. Once I’d paid for everything, we walked across to B. Dalton and found Lizy and Steve arguing over a box set of the first four Harry Potter novels in hardback editions. Steve wanted to buy the paperback editions because they were half the price of the hardbacks, and Lizy wanted the hardbacks because they would last longer, especially with repeated reading.
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