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A Cuckold's Diary Ch. 05

 

 

  

  

It is so exciting when a woman spreads her legs. Oh, yes, I love seeing her expose her breasts, or slide her panties off, but when she opens her legs... well, that does it for me.

 

Maybe it goes back to high school. Growing up in the age of miniskirts, I was always in awe of - and frustrated by - how well the girls managed to keep their modesty intact, especially given how little material there was to cover up with. I always longed for a peek, a momentary glimpse between their legs. So to this day, when a woman willingly, happily spreads her legs, it drives me wild.

 

These were the thoughts going through my mind last Tuesday, as I sat in a chair and watched my wife spread her legs for her lover, Ty.

 

It started Sunday night, two days before their date. Of course, Sally and I had not had sex in days; that is always off limits to me when she's preparing for her lover. But on Sunday night she bathed, then laid down on the bed for me to put nail polish on her toenails and to put lotion on her skin. In the past, she has favored me by spreading her legs while I ministered to her; even if I could not touch her, I still reveled in the sight of her open pussy lips, and thought about her lover there, inside her. This time, however, she kept her legs closed. While I applied the nail polish, I thought it was just coincidence; but when I spread the lotion on her skin, and tried to work my hands between her thighs, the steady resistance made it clear that this was no accident. I didn't say a word, and I went to sleep with a raging erection: her pussy was, truly, for him alone.

 

If you read the story of Sally's first date with her new lover, you know that this experience is very different from that of her first lover, Ted. Ted was great sex, but no emotion; with Ty, Sally is feeling all kinds of emotions, and they have great sex, too. The difference was clear to me even as they made love the first time, and it was confirmed by Sally the next day when she asked, as a little girl in a candy store would ask for a treat, if I would let her see him again.

 

She thought it was "cute" that I was jealous, and in fact, she enjoyed it. And when, a few days later, I asked her if there was anything for me to be jealous about, she gave it some thought then responded, "Yes, I guess there is." The lowest point (though it's hard to describe it as "low" when my cock stood up so high as a result) was just the other night. We were making love, and I was determined to do my best to turn in a performance that was not second best to anyone. As I neared my climax she looked into my eyes and said, in her dreamiest voice, "I really miss him." Hearing that, I came as hard as I ever have, and her words have echoed in my ears ever since.

 

Back to the story of her spreading her legs!

 

On Tuesday, the day of their date, Sally came home from work, showered and dressed without allowing me in the bedroom. We got in the car and drove to Ty's house; after our first date in a hotel, she decided she was comfortable enough to go to his home! On the way, she talked about what she liked about him, and what turned her on; she also reminded me that I was not to cum the entire time we were there; a hotel room was one thing, but I had no right to mess up his carpet.

 

When we arrived, he welcomed her with a hug and a kiss, and gave us a tour of the house. He collects art, loves music and hoards books on the widest variety of topics; Sally has always said that intelligence turns her on, and given that, he was engaging in world-class foreplay. They shared some wine, and sat and talked for nearly two hours. I know that for them it was truly foreplay; for me it was simply excruciating. Finally, as he showed her more of his artwork, I finally broke down and asked him to show her the bedroom. He smiled, said "with pleasure," and led her up the stairs.

 

Even in the bedroom, they took their time. He showed her the paintings on the walls, she admired the fish in the fish tank, and only when there seemed to be nothing left to talk about did they sit down together on the bed. Ty leaned back, and Sally followed.

 

They kissed for just a minute, and then Sally turned to throw her leg over him. As she slid up and down, rubbing his cock with her pussy through all their clothing, I realized that this was the first time she had spread her legs in four days. She sat up on him long enough to pull her blouse over her head (she was not wearing a bra), and Ty immediately leaned forward to take her nipples in his mouth. Sally let out a tiny gasp of pleasure and sat down harder on his cock, as if she was trying to draw it out through his pants. After a few minutes of her humping and his sucking, they separated only long enough for Sally to push his pants to the floor, and for him to do the same to hers.

 

She started to go down on him, but she had his cock in her mouth for no more than 30 seconds when he rolled over on her, placed himself between her legs, and slid his cock into her. When she and I make love, she always wants me to use some lubrication, but he slipped into her without any problem. She spread her legs wide, curling them around his ass to draw him deeper inside her. As he pushed into her, she grabbed her legs and held them up and out. My wife, the woman who had not even let me see between her legs, was now holding them apart for her lover.

 

I must admit that Ty does not make love like anyone I've ever seen. With him, it is a constantly changing picture, like a kaleidoscope. He changes position, changes angle, stops fucking for a while, kisses and sucks, sticks his cock back inside her... it goes on for hours, and he never seems to slow down. Every new position, every new approach, brought sighs and squeals of pleasure and delight from my wife, and every touch of her hand, her lips and her pussy made him harder and spurred him on. And they kissed - God, how they kissed! Sometimes he drew her lips to his, and just as often she offered her mouth to him. They only stopped kissing long enough for him to kiss her breasts, and for her to take his cock in her mouth.

 

Through it all, her legs were spread. She kept them open - for his fingers, for his lips, for his tongue, and for his penis. She offered herself willingly, and as they made love, her pussy lips swelled and her vagina gaped open more and more. As I watched from the chair at the foot of the bed, I could not help but compare: I had been offered her legs, closed tightly from her hips to her knees; but to him she gave everything. From a complete view of her pubic hair to free entry to her vagina, my wife gave it all to him.

 

Her orgasm was huge. She built toward it for a long time, and when it hit he held her tightly as she bucked and spasmed in his arms. I watched with my heart banging through my chest with jealousy and, I admit it, excitement, as she transformed from my classy, modest wife into a grunting, gasping woman in the throes of ecstasy - and in the arms of her lover. She came for a long, long time, and as the spasms subsided he kept holding her tightly, kissing and touching her all over her body. The "aftershocks," as she calls them, went on for another 10 minutes - far, far longer than they ever have with me.

 

Even then, her legs never closed. She got up and knelt over his cock, facing her ass toward me as she sucked and licked him. From my vantage point, I could see her pussy lips hanging down and open, and I could see way up inside her. Her vagina was coated with a mixture of their bodies' fluids, and her lips were deep purple, engorged with blood and virtually begging for sex. I sat no more than a foot from her pussy, but I knew that the invitation was not for me. Sure enough, soon after I thought that, she moved up to kiss him, reached down with her hand, and slid his penis into her body's open lips. I watched her fuck him - dangling her breasts in front of his face, inviting him to suck them, and alternately loosening her body's grip on his cock, then tightening it with those wonderful "Kegel exercises" she learned before childbirth. Each time she squeezed his cock with her body he moaned in appreciation, until finally he could take no more. He pulled out of her, turned her on her back, and drove his cock into her. I saw her continue to squeeze and release his penis with her body, and as the squeezes and the fucking increased in speed and intensity, his moans turned into shouts of pleasure. Again and again he drove his body down onto her, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, drawing him into her and drawing his orgasm and his cum out of him. I watched in awe as he ejaculated in my wife, as her open legs and open lips welcomed his sperm into her womb.

 

When they were done, her legs still remained open: wrapped around him, hugging him as she was doing with her arms. Only when they arose from the bed did she look at me, and then, for the first time in a week, she spread her legs for me: she told me to lie down on the floor, and she squatted above my face. I looked up into her gaping pussy, and saw her lover's cum flow out of her body, into my open mouth As I licked his ejaculate from her body, the two of them had a good laugh about how turned on it made me.

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We dressed, Sally and Ty said their good-byes, and we got in the car for the ride home. She was very excited about the evening, and told me all about how good he made her felt, and how much she enjoyed every minute and every sensation. Passing a rest area, I pulled in; she thought I was going to jump her right there, but I assured her that I would not. I said there was one question I wanted to ask, and I wanted to look in her eyes when she answered.

 

When we stopped, I reminded her of the definition of a cuckold - "a man with an unfaithful wife" - and I asked her to tell me, truthfully, if there was any point in the evening when she had been unfaithful to me.

 

She thought for a moment, then softly said, "Yes." I asked her when that was, and she said it was when he first went inside her. All she wanted in the whole world was to open her legs as wide as she could, and to feel him slide into her body. She said it would not have mattered one bit if I was there or not, because she thought of nothing other than feeling him in her.

 

That, she explained, was why she had not opened her legs for me. She was saving it for him.

 

I told her I understood.

 

 

  

  

 

 

A Cuckold's Diary Ch. 05a

 

 

 

After my wife Sally's last date with her lover, Ty, she came down with the flu (no, it was not related), so we only had a chance to make love once after her date. Following the flu was her period, and since it was only three weeks until her next date, we had sex only once more - just four days before the date. I think it was a "mercy fuck," but I wasn't arguing.

 

Their date was last Tuesday. When we got up that morning, she asked what I was going to do all day; Tuesday is my day off. I said I'd probably stay around the house and masturbate, thinking about her and Ty that evening!

 

Sally suggested that a more constructive use of my time would be to go to Victoria's Secret and buy a new negligee for her. She said she had special plans for the evening: since we were going straight to Ty's house, she thought she's wear *only* the negligee, and a long raincoat over it. She asked me to choose something that would turn her lover on as soon as he saw it; she said she knew she could trust me to choose well.

 

Before she left for work, she told me she would "beep" me on my pager when she wanted to say hi, and when she wanted me to know that she was thinking about him. She said she'd beep me with a "3", so, of course, I asked her why a 3. She smiled a wicked smile, kissed me on the cheek, and said, "Because he's three times better than you."

 

After she left, and after I finally pulled my hand away from my cock (she doesn't allow me to cum for 4 days before her dates, so I'm "in the right frame of mind"; that means I just masturbate without end), I went to VS. The salesgirl thought it was SO wonderful that I was choosing a negligee for my wife for no particular reason - not a birthday, anniversary, etc. I didn't think it would have been appropriate to explain exactly WHY I was buying it for her, so I just left it at my being wonderful. I don't know if she noticed that I had to sneak behind a rack and readjust myself a few times, but the thought that I was choosing the "gift wrap" for her body was really more than I could take.

 

The negligee I chose was plain black silk, with a little lace at the bodice. I bought matching black panties, and got out of the store before I embarrassed myself. It was fortunate I left when I did; as I walked through the mall with my package, my beeper went off... with a "3". At the same moment that I was thinking about her lover undressing her, she was, too!

 

I carpooled the kids all afternoon (that's what a "day off" means in suburbia), and every once in a while the beeper would remind me that this ordinary day had the potential to turn into an extraordinary night. I was in a continuous state of arousal, which I tamed just long enough to shuffle the kids from place to place without getting in trouble. Finally, it was time to go.

 

Sally put on the negligee. She looked absolutely, totally stunning. It was not obscene, but quietly, beautifully sexy. I wanted to touch her so much, but I was not allowed; I bought the wrapping, but the gift was for Ty. She threw a loose-fitting dress over her negligee, and we headed out.

 

About 10 minutes from his house, we found enough of a break in the traffic for her to remove the dress and slide the raincoat on over her shoulders. She also put on the "Sweater Pumpers" I had gotten for her - custom-sized nipple rings, in sterling silver. Watching her work the rings over her nipples, and realizing that she was doing this for another man, made me so horny and jealous I almost cried.

 

When we arrived at Ty's home, Sally took a deep breath, wrapped her raincoat around her, and walked to the door. He met her on the front step, and they kissed - something between passionate and polite, given the public location. We went inside, and Ty offered her a glass of wine. They stood and talked in the kitchen for a few minutes, and she kept the coat buttoned. When they came into the living room, she undid the buttons and allowed the top to fold open. "Oh, my goodness!" was his reaction.

 

The first two times they met, Sally and Ty talked for a long time - literally for hours - before anything even remotely sexual occurred. This time, inspired by the beautiful sight of her nearly-bare shoulders and the way the silk lay against her breasts, he just could not keep his hands off her. As they spoke about what was new in each other's lives, he gently massaged her shoulders, and then gradually extended his reach to her breasts. It wasn't long before he was gliding his hands over her entire breasts, and he looked puzzled as one of the nipple rings came off in his hand.

 

Sally explained that I had gotten them as a gift for the two of them, and he looked delighted. Sliding the negligee off her right breast, he took her nipple in his fingers and tried to slip the ring back into place. Her nipples were already hard and swollen, so he had no success. I suggested, with a catch in my voice, that the rings went on easier if the nipple was wet. Without a moment's hesitation he leaned over, took my wife's nipple in his mouth, and licked and sucked it until it was sufficiently wet - although also a good deal harder! I watched, hardly able to breathe, as he gently slid the ring back into place, and then held her breast in his hand to admire his work. He looked so comfortable touching my wife's intimate places, and she enjoyed it tremendously.

 

After a minute of his "adjusting" the other ring, Sally arose and said it was time to go upstairs.

 

When they got to his bedroom, Sally asked me to pull down the covers for them. Even though it only took a few seconds, the thought that I was preparing the place for these lovers to lie together was exquisitely exciting - and the thought that one of these lovers was my wife was unbearably humiliating. I prepared their bed, then sat in the chair on the othe side of the room.

 

Sally just about tore off Ty's clothes, and he never even got the negligee off her. He pushed her panties to the floor, and their bodies wrapped around each other as if they had been created for just this. Almost immediately, Ty got on top of her and guided his penis into her. I wondered how well that would work, as Sally always takes a while to build up enough lubrication when we make love; to my great surprise, he slid right into her, and as she wrapped her legs around his back, I saw moisture dripping from her vagina. Obviously, it didn't take her as long to get excited when she is with him, and all I could think about was that three times better also meant that her body only needed one-third the time to prepare for his cock.

 

They fucked slowly, with Ty moving from side to side, trying different positions and different thrusts. I watched the two of them glowing with pleasure, as they looked in each other's eyes and felt each other's body. Sally is not particularly vocal in bed - I think that's the result of having three children at home - but her little gasps and moans of pleasure, coupled with the movements of her body to draw him deeper inside her, were fantastically exciting for me as well as for her lover.

 

After a long time (who knows how long?), I heard Sally encouraging him to cum in her. He tried to resist, but I could see her moving her body to excite him, and that did it. He pushed his penis all the way inside her, and lay almost perfectly still while he groaned through his orgasm. I watched in awe as she gave him such pleasure and he gave her his sperm... I tried to picture the semen traveling from his body, through his penis deep inside her, and into her vagina. I thought all those thoughts about being cuckolded, and they were correct: another man ejaculating in my wife was as humiliating, and as exciting, as anything I had ever imagined. Like the first time all over again, I watched another man take my wife - and my wife give herself to him - willingly, joyfully, freely, and completely uninterested in her husband who was in the same room.

 

After the final spasms of his orgasm subsided, Sally picked up her favorite vibrator (which I had been asked to plug in and leave ready by the bed), and touched it to her clitoris. Ty wrapped his body around her, took her nipple in his mouth, and slid his finger into her vagina. The combination was just perfect, and I heard her whisper to him, "I love the way you touch me." In just a few minutes Sally was about to cum. I watched her use her free hand to hold his mouth to her nipple, and as she came she held him tightly to her. In the middle of her (lengthy) orgasm, he stopped sucking on her breast and looked at her face, watching her expressions as she came. Doing that was one of the most intimate things he did that night, as I realized that this man now *knew* Sally - not just in the Biblical sense, but knew what she looked like when she came. Very few men know that look, but now he saw it from the vantage point of her lover. As I know my wife, so does he.

 

While I sat in a chair, across the room.

 

Her "aftershocks" continued for several minutes, and as soon as she caught her breath she dropped the vibrator, wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him deeply. It was just a minute before he rolled over on top of her again, and when she willingly spread her legs, his cock found its place inside her. I went to sit on the floor, next to the bed, to watch them from a closer vantage-point; when I did, Sally acknowledged me for the first - and only - time that evening. She reached out her hand, and when I took it in mine, she let me hold her hand while her lover fucked her. I could feel the tension, the pleasure, the excitement through her hand, and I thought how so few people would understand the pleasure I got from holding her hand while she gave her body to another. Then, while she held my hand, she looked in Ty's eyes and said, "I love how you feel inside me." It was not just the most exciting moment of the evening; it was one of the most exciting moments of my life!

 

Ty began to pump harder, and Sally began to... to what? It was something between a sigh and a moan, but I cannot describe it other than to say that we all understood that he was making her feel VERY good. I knew she would draw her hand away soon - it seemed only right - but before she did, she held out three fingers for me to see, and then she wrapped them around my outstretched hand. I got the message: Ty really was three times better, and I was witness to it happening right before my eyes. As my own cock tried to leap off my body, she pulled her hand away, wrapped it around his back, and squeezed him with her arms, with her legs and with her pussy, until he came. I sat on the floor, not two feet from them, as her lover groaned and jerked and spasmed and once again made my wife his own.

 

When he finished ejaculating in my wife, he rolled off her and they lay together and talked softly. The softness was appropriate, both because of the tenderness they had shared and because the conversation was, clearly, private - and private did not include me. The whole time they talked, their hands roamed lovingly over each other's body; not exactly sexual, but then again, what would you call it when he kept stroking her breasts, and she his cock and balls? Ty looked fucked out and happy, and I think he figured his night was over, but Sally had other plans.

 

After about 15 minutes of talking and touching and, increasingly, some passionate kissing, Sally got on top of him. She continued to kiss him as her pussy began caressing his cock. To everyone's amazement, it responded to the kiss of her "other lips," and began to harden. When she felt it, she reached between them and guided it into her vagina. I think she knew it would be a challenge to make him cum again; from my vantage point beside the bed, I could see her working every muscle to turn him on. She offered him her breasts, which he held and kissed and sucked; she said when she did that, the electricity flowed from her nipples to his cock. She didn't know whether playing with her breasts turned HIM on, or whether it turned HER on so much that he felt it, but in either case, the result was magical: he began to hump back, sticking his cock as deep into her as possible, meeting every thrust of her body. Suddenly, he wrapped both his arms around her neck, drew her mouth to his, kissed her deeply, and erupted in the loudest, most intense orgasm of the night. He threw his head back and his whole body went stiff, with only his hips moving as they pushed his cock and his cum into her. He groaned so loudly that it brought me out of my trance of watching them, and made me realize what had just happened before my eyes: for the third time tonight, my wife had given her body to another man, and brought him to the top of the world. Yes, she would go home with me, but she would take with her millions of her sperm, and she would leave him with the feelings of her body and the taste of her kisses.

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A few minutes later, Sally got up and quickly dressed - if you can call pulling up the negligee straps and finding her panties "dressing" - and she went downstairs. I was still fumbling to pull up my pants over my straining erection, and Ty was finding his clothes, so we were alone together. All I could think of to say was, "Thank you for treating my wife so wonderfully in your bed." "Oh, it was my PLEASURE," he replied.

 

On the drive home, Sally talked about how wonderful he was, and how much she enjoyed all of it. She thanked me for choosing the negligee, and told me it obviously worked; from the very first moment her hand brushed over his cock, while they still sat on the couch in the living room, he was hard as a rock!

 

"And you know what I just realized?" she added. "Last time, he came in me three times. This time he did it again. In between, you only came in me twice. So, he's not only three times better, but he's cum in me three times more than you have, too!"

 

She said she really liked that, and asked how it made me feel.

 

I said, as I drove my wife home with her lover's sperm swimming around inside her, that I liked it, too.

 

Paul

 

 

  

  

 

A Cuckold's Diary Ch. 05b

 

 

 

Our relationship has taken a new turn; one which is very exciting for both of us, but which may not translate so well into stories.

 

From the first time I found Internet discussion of cuckolding, I was amazed to read of women who have had the same lover for five, 10 or more years, with the knowledge and blessing of their husbands. Now I understand - it looks like my wife is becoming one of those lucky women, too.

 

Those of you who have been following Sally's exploits know that she has had three lovers. The first, Ted, was both sensitive and an excellent lover. With all of Sally's misgivings about becoming a "hot wife," there were a thousand things that could have soured her on the whole experience; instead, she had a wonderful time and laid (!) the foundation for what was to come (!) in the future.

 

When Ted moved on, we met Ty, who turned out to be one of the most interesting people we've ever met - in any situation. He's a world traveler, exceptionally literate, and a lover of good conversation. It took me a while to realize that the hours he and Sally spend talking together were not necessarily designed to make me crazy with anticipation - rather, they were intense foreplay which got *Sally* crazy with anticipation, and prepared her for the lovemaking which followed. It was after her first date with Ty that she asked me - for the first time - if it would be all right with *me* if she saw him again. Now, THAT was something I never expected to hear from my proper, upstanding-citizen wife!

 

We got together with Ty several times, until he drove both of us crazy with his schedule; it would be weeks between notes from him, and he was erratic enough in his communication to lead Sally to believe he just didn't care very much. After one long period of silence, we went searching again, and that is when we found Joshua - a different experience completely. Joshua was an ex-Ranger, tall and muscular, extremely well endowed, very young and black. It was an experience in pure sex for Sally, which was a lot of fun, very intense, and sometimes uncomfortable for her, because outside of the sex, there was almost nothing they had in common, and conversation was sometimes strained.

 

It was right after a date with Joshua that she fired up her Hotmail account and found a note from Ty. She read it, read it again, then said she wanted to talk with me.

 

I had no idea what to expect, and I sure as hell didn't expect what I heard. She began by saying "I'm sorry," and I held my breath; I thought then that she was going to say she didn't want to continue our cuckold games any more. Her apology continued: "I know how much you got turned on by my having sex with Joshua, and how upset you were when Ty left me hanging... But, when I got the email from Ty, I realized that I really like him and I really want to see him again. I'm sorry, Paul; I know it's not what you want, but I really want to see him instead of Joshua."

 

I was speechless. I WANTED to respond, but I couldn't form the words. She thought I was upset, and trying to control myself; in fact, I was more turned on than I had been at any time in the past year and a half - hell, in most of my life! She hugged me, trying to make up for my disappointment, and after a few seconds I pulled away from her arms, sat her down opposite me, and began to tell her what I was feeling.

 

"Sally, my love... for seventeen years I have dreamed of you having sex with another man and cuckolding me. At first, you couldn't believe I really wanted you to have sex with another man. Then you couldn't believe that I really got off on knowing that the other man was better than I am. But I've told you the truth from the beginning: I have always wanted you to cuckold me. So now you tell me that you don't want to see Joshua again - NOT because you don't want to be unfaithful to me, but because you've found a lover you really like, and want to be with. My love, I am NOT upset; I am excited beyond words!"

 

She looked at me with her eyes wide - a combination of insecurity and hope. "Really?" she asked. "You're not disappointed that I don't want to see Joshua again?"

 

"Do you WANT to see Ty?" I asked.

 

"Oh, yes!" she answered.

 

"Do you WANT to go to bed with him?"

 

"Yes, I do. Very much."

 

"Why?"

 

She thought for a minute, then responded, "He's smart, and funny, and he makes me feel like a woman - pretty, and desirable and sexy - and he's a wonderful lover, and I want to spend time with him, and with him in me. If you're asking whether I'm doing this for you, I'm really not. I'm glad you get into it, but I want to see him - and to be with him. I just don't know if he wants to do it..."

 

Shaking - almost to the point of convulsing - I asked her if she would like me to contact him and find out. She smiled a smile of genuine delight, and said yes.

 

To make a long story short(er), Ty was very pleased to hear that Sally wanted to see him. We all got together for dinner one evening, and after dinner we walked through a nearby park. The two of them held hands, and later wrapped their arms around each other's waist as they walked; I dutifully followed behind. Near the end of their walk, Sally asked if she could see him at his house the following week; he responded with a kiss.

 

All the way home that night, she talked about him. Their conversation at dinner and during their walk had been completely G-rated, but as they had done previously, they ranged through topics as diverse as dinosaurs and modern theater. She has always said that she finds intelligence sexy; obviously, it was true, as she was completely taken with him.

 

When we got home, she asked if I was really all right with her seeing him instead of Joshua. I answered by reminding her of the definition of a cuckold: "a man with an unfaithful wife," and I asked her if she wanted him enough to be unfaithful to me. She smiled - obviously thinking back to her feelings as he held her and walked with her - and said yes.

 

She asked me when I wanted to start "playing the game," and I said I was ready as soon as she was. "All right, then," she said with authority, "let's begin NOW. You can't cum until after he does, you can't even go inside me until after he does, and you're going to spend the whole week helping me get ready for him. Okay?"

 

What could I answer? I've never gone seven days without cumming before, but I did. I've hardly ever gone seven days without having sex with her, but I did. And as of four days before their date, she added something new: I couldn't even SEE her undressed! She closed the door when she changed, she closed the door when she showered, and I had to face away from her on the bed when she masturbated. Through the mattress I felt her shake and spasm when she came, and when she said I could look at her again, she was in her nightgown and under the covers. Just before she fell asleep she whispered to me that she was thinking about him when she came, and that she would fall asleep with the thought that soon she would be in his arms.

 

A few days before their date, she said she wanted to know something: "If you're so excited by my being unfaithful to you, wouldn't the *ultimate* turn-on be if I left you for another man?" "No," I replied. "What excites me is that you are MINE, and are giving yourself to another man. I never want to lose you - I just want to share you." She liked that answer, and as my reward, she began reminding me that she had already judged him to be three times better in bed than I am. Throughout the last days of "preparation," she'd call my beeper and type in just the number "3"; that was all I needed to understand that she was thinking of - and looking forward to - him.

 

All week long, as I masturbated almost continuously ( without relief, of course), I thought about what was happening. I thought about her *liking* him. I thought about her *wanting* him. I thought about her decision that she would give him her body, and I would get only my own hand. I thought about her answer when I asked, late one night, if I should be jealous; she thought for a minute, then said yes. Shuddering and stuttering my response, I asked if I should be a LITTLE jealous, or a LOT jealous. She said, "I'm not going to leave you, but I think you should be a lot jealous." I asked, almost pleaded, "Are you telling me the truth?" "Yes," she responded, "I am. And the more you whimper at me, the more attractive he becomes."

 

So I didn't bring it up again. I just masturbated and thought about how this was my wife's decision: as she got ready for her lover, I got only my hand.

 

I didn't bring the camera that night; it just would not have been appropriate. Nor will I go into all the details of their lovemaking, other than to say that before they began, she told Ty everything she had done with (and to) me that week. She said she hadn't let me touch her, since she was saving herself for someone else. He smiled, asked if it was anyone he knew, and took her into his arms... and his bed.

 

I learned something that night: there IS something more exciting than pictures of a hot wife in action with her wedding ring showing! After they undressed, and just before they laid down together, Sally pulled off both her engagement ring and her wedding ring, and threw them in my direction. I caught the diamond, but the wedding ring fell, so I had to search around on the floor to find it. By the time I found it, they were lying in bed, kissing each other. I slipped both rings onto my pinkie, and looked at them throughout the night. Sorry if it wouldn't make a great picture, but holding Sally's wedding ring while she made love to Ty was unbelievably exciting!

 

She came hard that night, and he did, too. They made love for nearly two hours, nonstop. I sat on a chair, and occasionally on the floor next to them, and watched them pleasure each other. I watched them touch each other everywhere, and they almost never stopped kissing. In fact, when Sally began to cum, Ty drew her face to his, and kissed her deeply throughout her orgasm.

 

A few times, when I sat on the floor by the bed, I reached over and took Sally's hand in mine. I held her hand while he was inside her, and I will never, ever forget that feeling. At times she squeezed my hand back, and at times she held out three fingers - a quiet confirmation that she still felt he was three times better than I. On the drive home, I asked her if she minded when I held her hand; she said no, she liked it. She said it made her feel anchored; she knew that I loved her, and that she was free to enjoy the sensations of her lover without guilt or concern. I was so pleased to hear that!

 

All the way home, she sat quietly. A few times she asked if I was all right, and if I minded her enjoying her feelings in silence. Of course, it was fine with me.

 

At home, I really tried to stay hard enough to make love to her, but I just could not. She teased me about it, saying he could only be three times better if I at least did SOMETHING. Every time I got soft she giggled, and finally she drew me to her, hugged me tightly, and said, "I think even your body understands that I was his tonight. Why don't you jerk off like a good little boy?" I agreed, and just as I was about to cum, she looked into my eyes and said, "Thank you for tonight. I really loved being with him." Hearing that, and releasing a week's worth of tension and sex, I came more than I can ever remember.

 

Two days later, sitting next to her at a meeting, a thought crossed my mind - and has stayed there ever since. I thought, "My wife has a lover. There is a man she longs to be with, who sees all of her, feels all of her, and takes what is supposed to be mine, with her permission and her pleasure."

 

So, there you have it. Sally and I still make wonderful love together, and we both renewed our promise that we will spend the rest of our lives together. But there is another man for her, and we've just set up their next date. She's very happy about that, and so is he.

 

And as for me, my fantasy is fulfilled every day: I'm her cuckold.

 

 

  

  

 

A Cuckold's Diary Ch. 05c

 

 

 

I remember exactly when it happened.

 

My wife, Sally, had just finished undressing, and her lover, Ty, was hugging her from behind - one hand around her waist, the other caressing her breast. As she kicked off the panties she had just allowed to fall to her ankles, she looked across the room to where I was sitting in "my chair." She smiled, and I smiled back, and then she raised her left hand to eye-level, slipped off her wedding ring, and threw it to me. I didn't catch it, so I scrambled around the floor to find it. When I found it and sat up again, she and Ty were already in his bed, lying naked in each other's arms.

 

Later, when we were talking about the evening, I asked Sally why she took off her wedding ring. She said that it was her final acknowledgement - to herself as much as to me - that when it came to sex, she wanted to be with him, not me. For the time they spent together in bed, she did not want to be my wife having sex with another man; she wanted to be his. This realization hit both of us like a brick, and led to everything that has happened since.

 

Allow me to begin earlier, if not actually at the beginning.

 

After a total of three lovers, Sally decided in the summer of 2000 that she really liked Ty, the second man whose bed she shared since we began our little "adventure." More than just the sex, she liked his company; that, of course, made the sex even better!

 

Since her time with Ty had become more than just a night of sex - and something she found herself looking forward to several days in advance - she decided to change the way we prepared for their "dates." Up to that time, before each date she would cut me off from cumming for about 6 days, and around 3 days or so before the date, she cut me off from even entering her. I would help her to masturbate, I would help her to dress for her date, and afterward we would come home and make love while she told me about her date. (During their lovemaking, I was allowed to sit in a chair in the room and masturbate, but they basically ignored me from their first kiss to their last goodbye for the evening!)

 

Before that fateful date, however, she changed the rules. While I was still not allowed to cum as of six days before the date, at four days she announced that she didn't want me to see her undressed anymore; she was "saving herself for him." I was okay with that - in fact, it was exciting - until I realized that she was damn serious about it. She treated me like an outsider, changing in the bathroom, wearing long, flannel pajamas to bed (the kind my father called, "Victoria's Grandmother"), and literally jumping to cover herself if I ever walked in on her unexpectedly. I was a little taken aback, especially by how it appeared that she REALLY didn't want me to see her; it seemed less like a game, and more like she was serious about it. Still, it excited me, so I played along willingly.

 

She was true to her word, and from that point until we got to Ty's bedroom, I never saw any more of her body than anyone else in the world. On Tuesday afternoon, when she was upstairs dressing for her date, I went to join her after running (many) errands for her; to my surprise, the bedroom door was locked. When I knocked, she told me - quite firmly - to go away, she was dressing.

 

She eventually came downstairs, looking absolutely beautiful. We drove to Ty's house and picked him up to go to dinner; they sat in back, of course, while I drove. We shared a wonderful dinner (though I didn't have much of an appetite), and they talked, as always, about everything under the sun. He keeps surprising us with the breadth of his knowledge and experience, and Sally translates that fascination directly into sexual energy. We drove back to his home, and he went ahead to unlock the front door. As Sally and I walked together I whispered, "Are you wet?" And she responded, with a sharp intake of breath, "Oh, God, yes!"

 

Inside, they talked for a short while, then made their way upstairs, with me following at a respectful distance. As quickly as they entered the room, Ty was behind her, and with admirable dexterity he reached under her blouse and undid the clasps on her bra. I saw the bra fall away from her breasts, and her nipples stuck out through the fabric of her blouse; she really was excited, and he had barely touched her! I saw the outlines of his hands reach under her top; her eyes closed and she leaned back into him as he pinched her nipples between his fingers. She nearly ripped her blouse off, and the bra fell to the floor with no additional effort. She tried to turn to face him, but he held her tightly, kissing her neck and caressing her breasts. So, she reached down, unzipped her skirt, and let it fall. She broke his grasp only long enough to slide her panties down past her hips, where they (and gravity) took over, and they wrapped themselves around her ankles. She gracefully stepped out of them, threw her wedding ring at me, and turned to her lover.

 

As I said, I crawled around on the floor for a minute or two, searching for the ring. When I found it, I slipped it onto my little finger to keep from losing it, and returned to my chair. By this time, Sally and Ty were lying together in the bed. He (or she) had pulled down his pants and underwear, and he was just kicking them off as I looked up. They kissed for a few minutes, with his hands traveling all over her body, then she moved down and took his cock into her mouth. "I bet you didn't get this hard from thinking about your work, did you?" she asked lovingly. Without waiting for an answer, she took his whole penis in her mouth; then his only answer was a loud groan of pleasure.

 

She licked and sucked him for a little while, until her turned her onto her back and got between her legs. Oh, how I love the sight of my wife willingly spreading her legs for her lover! I watched her reach down and guide his penis into her, and I heard that familiar gasp/whimper/cry which Sally makes when I first enter her. The sudden realization that while I heard the sound, I did not cause it, nearly made me cry... and made me unbearably horny!

 

I will not go into the who-put-what-where description of their lovemaking, other than to say that my wife had a massive orgasm in her lover's arms, and he came twice, deep inside her body. When he cums, he drives his cock all the way inside her and remains perfectly still; the only way I can tell he is cumming is by the deep, gutteral groans which anyone would know meant he was having an orgasm. Sally told me that accompanying the sounds, she feels his penis twitching and ejaculating in her; without all the in-and-out movement which usually accompanies a man's cumming, she says she can really feel and enjoy the ejaculation. Yes, she tells me, she can feel him ejaculating - actually squirting his semen - into her!

 

Sally acknowledged my presence only twice the whole time. The first time was while he was fucking her. As he pushed inside her, she held her left hand up in the air, turned it back and forth, and wiggled her ring finger. The message was clear: "I'm having a WONDERFUL time here, and I don't need (or even want) my husband to be involved!" The second time was when they finished, and were lying together, kissing and talking softly. Sally moved her legs toward the side of the bed, spread them, and pointed to her pussy. Without a word, I sat on the floor next to the bed and gently licked her pussy. There was not much of his cum there, as he had cum twice and had used whatever had been there for lubrication, but there was no question that the smell and the taste were those of my wife's body mixed with the gift from his body. I licked up and down her pussy, until she swung her leg back toward Ty, and motioned for me to return to my chair.

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A little while later, they both arose. Sally walked around, gathering up her clothing but not putting any of it on, as they continued to talk. In spite of everything I had just seen, I was shocked by how comfortable she was, standing there naked in front of this man; she later said she hadn't even given it a second thought!

 

Finally she dressed, took her ring back from me, and we went downstairs. They said goodbye, and we drove home. Sally was quiet - tired, well-fucked and happy. When we got home, she said she didn't want to have me inside her - she was a little sore, but more important, she just wanted to enjoy the feelings he left with her. With that she gave me a kiss (no tongue, just a "polite" kiss), rolled over, and went to sleep. I masturbated twice before I was able to calm down enough to sleep, because I wondered what had changed. I knew something had changed...

 

  

  

THE DAY AFTER

 

The next night, we laid together in bed, discussing our feelings about the previous night. I told her, quite clearly, that it was tremendously exciting for me; she said it was for her, too.I asked her, tentatively, if she would think about giving me her wedding ring to keep. She asked what I would do with it, and I said I'd get a chain and wear it around my neck. She asked what it would mean if she gave me the ring permanently; I answered that it would mean I am her cuckold - for real, all the time, and not just as a pre-date game.

 

She didn't say anything for a while, and I was not going to push.

 

After about a half hour of hugging and kissing, she said, "Okay, what exactly would it mean?"

 

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

 

  

  

  

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