Cuckold Stories by Wayne C. Rogers

Cuckold Story: The Proposition, part 3

“How much is the box set of hardbacks?” I asked.

“It’s almost ninety dollars,” Steve answered.

“If it wasn’t for the cost, would you prefer to have the novels in hardback?”

He nodded an affirmative.

I was an avid reader myself and thought there was no greater thing a parent could do for their children than to turn them on to books. Also, if a novel was going to be read a number of times, then a hardback edition was preferable. I pulled out my wallet, took out two twenties, and handed them to Steve. “Get the hardbacks,” I said. “I might want to read them myself.” I thought for a moment that the children were going to jump out of their shoes with excitement as they rushed up to the counter to pay for the books.

“You’re a very nice person,” Danielle said to me. “And you’re going to spoil them rotten.”

“I hope so.”

We left the bookstore and walked down to McDonalds. A dinner of burgers, fries and milk shakes hit the spot for all of us. I asked Steve and Lizy how the report on the underground rivers was coming along, and they said that they’d been able to find some information on the river I’d told them about.

“Listen,” I said. “Your mom has a business meeting tomorrow night. Would both of you like to go to a movie, or would you rather stay home and watch a couple of videos?”

“Let’s go see the new Star Wars movie!” they both said in unison.

“That sounds pretty cool,” I stated. “I saw the trailer to it on television the other night, and it looks pretty good. Too bad Darth Maul got killed off in the last one. He was a great villain.”

“I wish Angelina Jolie had another Tomb Raider movie coming out,” Lizy said wishfully.

“Me, too,” I agreed. “She’s one hot babe.”

Danielle reached under the table and pinched the living daylights out of my left leg, causing me to jump and yell loud enough for other people to turn their heads in our direction.

“I’d better be the only woman on your mind,” my wife warned.

“You are,” I said.

The kids started laughing.

“Actually,” I continued. “You look a little bit like Angelina Jolie.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Well, you would if you were wearing hot pants and a pair of forty-five semi-automatics,” I stated.

“You do want me to model for you tonight, don’t you?” Danielle asked.

“Yes.”

“Then you’d better behave yourself.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, making a face at the kids. “Anything you say, ma’am.”

“Keep it up, and I’m going to take out the paddle when we get home.”

The laughter from Steve and Lizy grew louder.

“It’s not funny!” I said with mock indignation.

“Yes, it is,” they replied. “You’ve been bad and mom’s going to spank you with the paddle.”

I rolled my eyes at them and then looked at Danielle. She still had her hand under the table. It moved from my leg to my crotch, and I jumped in my seat a second time, afraid that she was going to pinch me there.

“You sure are jumpy today,” she said, smiling at my nervousness.

After dinner was over, we strolled around the mall for another hour to work off the calories and did a little more shopping. We bought each of the kids some clothes and a pair of shoes. It was after nine o’clock when we finally got home. The children went into the living room to open the box of books and to check out their new clothes. Danielle and I headed upstairs. We had mort urgent things on our minds.

“Why don’t you be a good husband and go run me a nice, hot bubble bath,” she suggested.

“Okay.”

I went into the master bathroom and started running some water into the tub. I then poured some bubble bath lotion into the water. Walking back into the bedroom, I saw my wife holding up some of the lingerie to her body as she stared into the mirror on the dresser bureau.

“What do you think I should wear tomorrow night?” she asked.

I thought about it for a moment and then said: “I’d wear the dark blue panties with the matching corset and a pair of black nylons.”

“What would you like me to model for you?”

“How about the black outfit?” I said.

“You always want to see me in black,” Danielle stated.

“Black’s a power color. It makes you look more dominant.’

“I’m dominant enough as it is.”

“You’re right,” I agreed.

“And you’d better check the water.”

As my wife began to cut the price tags off the new lingerie, I stepped into the bathroom to check on the running water. The tub was about a quarter full. I went back out into the bedroom and finished the job on the price tags while Danielle got undressed.

“What time are you meeting Stuart tomorrow?” I asked.

“Around six o’clock.”

“I’ll try to be home by five-thirty.”

“You’d better be home before I leave, or you’re going to be in big trouble,” Danielle said.

“Yes, ma’am.”

I watched my naked wife roll her long hair up into a bun, fasten it in place with a bobby pin, and walk into the bathroom.

“Hurry up,” she said. I could hear her turning off the running water and climbing into the tub. “I want you to shave my legs for me.”

“I’m on my way oh Great Queen of the Universe.”

I cut off the last price tag and then went into the bathroom. Kneeling down beside the tub, I smiled at Danielle and immediately got splashed in the face with sudsy water.

“What’s with this Great Queen of the Universe nonsense?” she asked.

“I was just trying to be funny,” I said as I wiped the water from my face with the back of my forearm

“Don’t darling me, or I’ll wash your mouth out with a bar of soap.”

“I love it when you’re mean.”

Danielle splashed my face again and then handed me her razor. “You’d better not nick me,” she warned. “You need to properly learn how to shave a woman’s legs, and the only way to do that is with practice.”

“Yes, my Queen.”

She picked up the bar of Dove on the side of the tub and pointed it at me. “Keep it up and see what happens.”

I took the bar of soap from her and began to lather up her left leg. While I shaved the left leg and then the right one, we talked about the possibility of going to Lake Mead on Saturday. It had been several months since we’d last visited the lake, and it seemed like a fun idea for everyone.

“What time do you think you’ll be getting home on Friday night?” I asked.

“It shouldn’t be too late. Stuart doesn’t want to make a night of it. He just wants to have dinner and sex. I’ll probably be back between eleven and twelve.”

“Any idea where you’ll be having dinner at?”

“Romeo’s on west Sahara,” Danielle answered as she washed herself.

“That’s a nice restaurant.”

“I’m not going to let him take me to a cheap restaurant,” she stated. “If he wants to pay for my time, then I expect the best.”

When my wife was finished with the washcloth, I took it from her and washed her back. Afterwards, she stood up and I dried her off with a thick towel. She then stepped out of the tub and I ran the towel over her legs and feet. As Danielle stood in front of the bathroom mirror, I put body lotion on her and massaged it into her skin. She let out a sigh of contentment.

Once we were back in the bedroom, she commanded me to get down on my hands and knees and to place my forehead to the floor. I obeyed my wife, staying in that position for fifteen minutes while she prepared herself for me. I listened to the sounds of her putting on the corset and then the panties. She sat down on the edge of the bed and opened one of the Victoria’s Secret boxes that had the black nylons in it. It was sheer torture as I imagined her putting on the stockings and then hooking them to the garters. That was why she didn’t want me to watch. A few more minutes passed and then I heard the sound of her voice.

“You may feast your eyes upon the Great Queen of the Universe,” she laughed.

I raised my head and saw her standing there near the bed. It was a sight that literally took my breath away. Danielle looked like a sex goddess sent to earth to subjugate the entire male population. I could feel my cock getting hard as I stared at her with obvious desire, taking in the stiletto-heeled shoes, the black nylons that encased her legs, the tight panties with a high French cut, and the black corset that pushed up her voluptuous breasts.

I wanted to fuck her so bad!

Danielle laughed again. “I like that look in your eyes,” she stated. “It makes me feel like I’m twenty-years old again. Why don’t you crawl over here like a well-trained husband and kiss my feet.”

I didn’t need any encouragement.

My wife sat back down on the end of the bed and crossed her shapely legs. Offering her right shoe to me, I kissed it with great reverence.

“I wonder if I’ll be able to get Stuart to do this,” she commented.

“It depends on how horny he is,” I said, smiling up at her.

“When a man’s horny, a woman can get him to do just about anything.” Danielle uncrossed her legs and opened them for me. “I want you to lick the crotch of my panties,” she said.

I moved slowly between her legs, working my tongue up her calves and then along her thighs, enjoying the texture of nylon against her skin. I worked my way to the soft cotton crotch of her Victoria’s Secret panties and kissed her there. Leaning back on her elbows so that she could watch me, Danielle grabbed the back of my head and pulled me forward so that my nose and mouth were pressed tightly to the junction of her body. I could hardly breathe.

“Do you want to eat my pussy?” she asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” I mumbled incoherently.

“Then you may take off my panties.”

I rose up on my knees and eagerly reached for the waistband of her underwear. As I rolled the satin panties down her hips, she lifted her buttocks up so that I could slide them up and over her thighs and then down her legs. I raised each foot up and pulled the panties off of them. Laying the piece of lingerie on the carpeted floor, I moved back between my wife’s legs and began to eat her with a passion that caused a desperate cry to erupt from the depths of her throat.

Thirty minutes later, Danielle lay on the bed with her legs spread apart, exhausted from the several orgasms she’d experienced. I stood up and quickly undressed. My erection was desperate for relief.

“What do you intend on doing with that?” she asked, pointing at my hard penis.

“I’m going to make love to you.”

“I don’t think so, darling.”

“What?”

“Not tonight,” my wife continued. “I want you to save that for tomorrow. When I get home from my date with Stuart, I going to expect you to satisfy me with your tongue and cock.”

“Please,” I begged.

Danielle laughed at me. “Make yourself useful,” she said. “Take off my shoes and stockings.” There must’ve been a forlorn expression upon my face because she started laughing even louder. “It’s only for one night, William.”

“Yeah, but—“

“You won’t die.”

“I might.”

“No, you won’t.”

“I’ve heard of men dying from blue balls.”

“I’m going to smack you in a minute,” she warned. “Now, take off my shoes and hose.”

I shut my mouth and helped Danielle to undress. Putting on a robe, my wife left the room for a few minutes to check on the kids. I decided to take a fast shower while she was gone, hoping the cold water would cure my predicament. By the time I finished, Danielle was back. We both climbed into bed and snuggled up to each other.

“Are you mad?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

Danielle reached down and grabbed my testicles with her hand. She squeezed them hard, causing me to gasped. “Would you like a real pair of blue balls?” she said, applying more pressure.

“No, ma’am,” I answered.

“Then behave yourself and give me a good-night kiss.”

I did.

“Are you excited about my date with Stuart?”

“A little.”

“You’d better be prepared for hours of lovemaking when I get home tomorrow night,” she said.

“Promises…promises.”

Danielle pinched one of my nipples and then turned over so that we could spoon against each other. “Still love me?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

And that’s how we eventually fell asleep.

The Cuckold Proposition Story, part 4