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CUCKOLD WARNING STORY 3

Chapter 3

If I had expected my wife to visit her next-door lover every night, then return to our bed for me to service her, I was disappointed.  She had told me early on that if we were going to make this attempt to realize my long-held fantasy, then she would be the one in charge.  That she expected me to honor the agreement was apparent the next day.

I had awakened first, and lay there for a few minutes, looking at her lovely face.  My love for her almost overwhelmed me then, and it was almost more than I could do to not take her in my arms and tell her how very special she is to me.  The only thing that stopped me from doing so was the simple fact that I knew she was not a "morning person," and truly wanted nothing to do with me, or anyone else, before she'd had time to awaken on her own, and drink at least one cup of coffee.

For that reason, I quietly got out of bed and went to the bathroom to do all those things that are necessary to start the day.  It was a Sunday, so I was at loose ends, and spent the next couple of hours doing small chores and reading the Sunday newspaper.  When I heard Sandie come down the stair at mid-morning, I rushed to the kitchen to pour a cup of coffee for her, and then brought it to her in the sitting room, where we usually chatted on those weekend mornings.

We greeted each other with a hug, which was normal in all ways, and we sat in our recliner chairs and shared the newspaper and talked idly.  After about half an hour, she stopped reading and seemed to visibly shift gears.  When she began speaking, I could tell we were about to have a serious discussion.

She began, "I don't ever recall having a more restful night's sleep."  She chuckled softly before continuing, "Of course, the three orgasms didn't hurt."  That seemed to recall something else, and she chuckled again before resuming.  "Speaking of hurting, it's for damn sure my pussy never felt like this.  I think Jack was inside me twice as far as you ever were, and I can feel it today."

She continued in a reflective tone, almost as if listening to an inner voice, "I guess it's not so much a hurt or ache as it is just an awareness of something new.  There's no way to tell a man how such a thing feels, but it's certainly different.  The more I think about it, the better feels, in an odd way.  If I concentrate I can almost feel his cock forcing its way up there.  I wonder if that's the way I felt the day after my cherry was busted."

Since I had nothing to contribute to what she was saying, I sat looking at her expectantly, waiting for her to continue.  After a few moments, she went on, "I think we really need to take the time to give some serious thought about what we're doing here.  Given the wonderful way I feel after having been fucked only two times by Jack, and the way you seemed to be more excited than ever before in your life when you were sucking his cum out of me, I think the whole situation could become pretty addicting.  Maybe we should think long and hard about it before we go any further."

Her comment seemed to be humorous to her, and she paused to laughed.  Seeing that I had failed to catch the joke, she stopped laughing long enough to say, "Long and hard.  That's what Jack was."  Her laughter then pealed forth again, and I joined in.

As soon as we quieted, I asked, "Are you saying you don't want to do it ever again?  Is that what you mean?"

She reflected on that for awhile, then replied, "No.  Actually, it's just the opposite.  I would really like to go over there right now and make him fuck me all day.  It was something pretty special to have a cock like that inside me, and I'd have it there all the time, if I could."

She paused, as if trying to find the right way to say what she wanted, then continued, "That's what I'm trying to say, I guess.  This sort of thing could become a habit with me, if we allow it to go on.  I'm just saying that what Jack did to me was really good, probably the best sex I've ever had.  And what came after wasn't bad either.  When I climbed in bed and sat down on your mouth, the thrill that passed through my crotch was really intense.  There's just something about feeding another man's cum to my husband that strikes a nerve, I guess."

"When I was sitting on you last night, some of the things I thought about were almost frightening.  Do you remember what I did to your little dick when I had that second orgasm?"  She paused long enough for me to nod my head as I recalled the pain she'd given me by pinching and stretching the skin under my cock head, then went on, "If you knew what I was thinking about then, you'd be scared to death.  Or at least, you should be."

Again she stopped to reflect, then continued, "To make a long story short, I can say that if we decide to go on with this stuff, then we're going to get deeper and deeper into it.  You can use your imagination about what that'll mean to both of us.  I really think we need to decide now what we're going to do."

She stopped then, and sat waiting expectantly for me to say something.  As I reviewed what she had said, I realized that my cock was beginning to stir.  It had also been tired from the workout it'd had last night, and this was the first time it had made its presence felt.  I smiled as the thought crossed my mind that it had already voted, and then said, "The only thing I can say is that last night was the most exciting thing we've ever

done.  When I was waiting for you to come home, I almost went out of my mind with anticipation of what you'd be bringing for me, and what we'd do when you climbed in bed with me.  Just thinking about it now is getting me excited all over again.  I guess if I had to vote right now, I'd say we shouldn't stop.  The final choice is up to you, though, as you said a couple of weeks ago.  Nothing has changed that, and it's still your decision."

She started nodding her head slowly even before I had finished speaking, and as I did she said with no hesitation, "It's settled then.  I knew my decision the moment Jack's cock entered me.  I want to fuck him every chance I get.  And since I now know exactly how exciting it is to feed his cum to you, I want to do that just as often also.  I just wanted to give you one last chance to have your say."

She laughed again, then said, "After this, you won't have any say at all, since your mouth will have better things to do."  I joined her in laughter then, even though what I was feeling was closer to arousal than mirth.  It was the decision I had wanted to make all along, but in the final analysis, it was hers alone to make, and now that she had done so, our future seemed very exciting to me.  Maybe if I had known then what I know now, my vote would have been radically different.  However, as I recall the excitement and the arousal I was feeling then, I know no other decision was possible.

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Sandie had announced her decision, following that conversation, that we would not be having sex until next Saturday.  She said it was better for her to wait that long for her "batteries to recharge," and so that's the way it would be.  Since I had already given her the power to make those decisions, I had no choice but to comply.  There was one other part to that decision, and it was one that proved to be much more difficult for me to observe.  She said, "You'd better understand that 'no sex' means just that.  I want you to promise me you won't play with yourself in the meantime.  Can you do that?"  Right then, I was sure such a thing wouldn't be difficult to do, although it didn't turn out that way in practice.

We spent the following week in our usual and accustomed ways, with me working and her doing things around the house plus taking care of her volunteer activities in the community.  At no time did she give any indication of being horny, or of even thinking about what we'd done, and planned to do even more of in the future.  Anyone who knew us would have noticed nothing unusual.  I did notice one change though, and it was in the way Jack greeted me when we met across the hedgerow.  At first, he seemed to be almost shy, but by a couple of days later, he seemed to be treating me more as one of his students.  It's difficult to give any examples of that change, but that's just the impression I had.  He seemed to think he was "in charge" somehow, and that I should defer to him.

By the time Saturday arrived, I was constantly horny.  During the times when we'd had sex twice a week, I usually masturbated on a daily basis, most often in the shower at night.  When I had been denied that outlet, plus sex with Sandie, my balls began to drive me crazy with their demand for relief.  I remember having almost a perpetual erection during the entire day, and Sandie commented about it several times, usually making a veiled reference to needing to "do something about that problem."  I hoped that meant she'd be visiting Jack that night, then returning to our bed for another exciting session.

To my surprise, and then my instant arousal, about two hours before our usual dinner time, she announced that we'd be having a guest that night.  Of course, I immediately asked if it would be Jack, but she just told me to be patient, and all my questions would be answered before much longer.  That intervening time was probably the longest in my life, and I caught myself several times glancing out the front window to see if anyone was approaching the door.

About one hour before dinner, Sandie told me come upstairs with her.  When we got there, she ordered me to fill the bathtub with water and bath salts, and after I'd done so, she got in and gave me orders to bathe her.

Doing so only served to further increase the excitement I was feeling, because it seemed to confirm my suspicions that her lover was to join us that night.  As I considered all that was implied by that situation, I was torn between excitement and concern about my true feelings on the matter.  It was one thing to read about some anonymous man watching his wife and lover, and then servicing them afterwards.  It was entirely another to be faced with the realization that the fantasy was about to be made real.  Again and again I asked myself if I really could do such a thing, and every time I arrived at the same answer: I don't know.

When she was ready to get out of the tub, I assisted her and then began to towel her dry as ordered.  She told me to spend extra time on her breasts and between her legs, and I did so, further increasing my excitement to the point I feared my cock would soon begin to spurt even with no assistance from me.

While I had been drawing her bath, Sandie had been laying out the clothes she wanted to wear that night.  As we walked into the bedroom, I saw them on the bed, and knew at that moment that all my hopes, and maybe my fears, would soon be realized.

There were only three garments laying there.  The first was a pair of white panties; the second was the same pair of short shorts she'd worn one week ago; the third was the skimpy halter.  My hands were trembling as I put the clothes on her, for it went without saying that I was preparing my wife for her lover, and that act was very, very erotic to me.

When we returned to the downstairs, I was directed to place the dinnerware on the table, and used that mundane activity to distract my thoughts, and hopefully to quiet my raging hardon.  It seemed to work, for by the time the doorbell rang promptly at 7:00, my cock was only semi-erect.

It was no surprise to me that Jack was standing on our front porch when I opened the door.  We exchanged greetings, he easily and I with difficulty.  Luckily he had brought a bottle of wine, so I had an excuse to take it to the kitchen, leaving him sitting in the front room.

Sandie was busy with last-minute preparations, and seemed to be finishing up as I entered.  When I told her Jack had arrived, she smiled and gave me a small hug, then said, "I'm going to go talk to him.  When you get this stuff on the table, call us."  With that she left the kitchen, leaving me to figure out how to serve a meal, which never before had been my responsibility.  It seemed that many changes had been made in our lives, and this was just one more.

I did as well as I could in transferring the food to serving dishes, and then carrying them to the dining room table.  When everything seemed to be ready, I walked to the front room to call them, and that's when the changes that had been made hit me solidly between the eyes.

Jack was sitting in the recliner that I used, and he was not alone there.  Sandie was sitting on his lap, and as I walked into the room, they were kissing. 

I watched in silence for what seemed an eternity, but couldn't have been more than a few seconds.  When they broke the kiss, Sandie noticed me standing there and said, "Oh, hi honey.  Is dinner ready?  We're starved."  I seemed to be unable to talk, and just mutely nodded my head.  That was the signal for them to get out of the chair and accompany me to the dining room, acting for all the world as if everything were as normal as could be.

The dinner was certainly uneventful, and even the conversation seemed to flow easily.  Jack had a large reservoir of stories about his teaching days, and he never tired of telling us about them.  Before I realized it, the meal was finished.  Sandie then told me to clear the table, and she'd take care of the dessert.

I hurried to do her bidding, and was pleasantly surprised when Jack offered to help me.  We continued to converse on very ordinary subjects, and it was difficult for me to reconcile  what was happening with what I expected to happen.

The table was soon cleared, and just as Jack and I re-seated ourselves, Sandie entered carrying the dessert tray.  She placed a slice of pie in front of Jack, another at her chair, and a small dish of ice cream before me.  When I looked questioningly at her, she said with a loving smile on her face, "Don't worry, honey.  You'll be having your cream pie later."

I heard a muffled snort from Jack's direction, and when I looked at him, could see he was trying to hide his reaction to my wife's comment, but wasn't doing a very good job of it.  As soon as Sandie was once again seated, he began again on his stories, and soon the two of them were chatting easily.  As for me, I nibbled at my ice cream in silence, my head spinning as I considered what she'd said.  From Jack's reaction, it was pretty clear that he knew what to expect from this night, and that meant that Sandie had been talking to him during the week, telling him about my part in her love affair.  Even with the cooling effect of the ice cream, I knew my face was burning bright red with embarrassment.

When we finished the desserts, I once again cleared the table.  Sandie told me to bring the wine bottle and some glasses to the front room, and I hurried to the kitchen to do that.  As before, when I entered the front room, Jack was sitting in my chair, and my wife was on his lap.  Also as before, they were kissing, but this time the increased level of passion was plain to see.

I opened the wine bottle and poured our drinks, then after I'd handed two glasses to them, I took mine to the couch.  Sandie took that moment to say, "God, Jack!  There's something that feels like a rock in your lap.  Let me move it out of the way so it doesn't poke me."  She then sat on the upholstered arm of the recliner, placed her wine glass on the side table, and quite nonchalantly pushed her hand down the front of his trousers. 

As I watched as if hypnotized, her hand moved about in his pants.  It was easy to see that he had an erection, and she was stroking it. 

Finally she said that it should be better now, and once again settled into place on his lap.  During the short space of time between her removing her hand, and then resuming her place, I could see the bulge in his trousers.  I knew then that my wife hadn't been teasing me about the size of Jack's penis.  Given the tent there, there was a very good chance the thing really was twice the size of mine.  I was torn between feelings of jealousy and excitement, as I visualized where his cock would be before much longer.

Sandie was obviously having the same sort of thoughts.  Between sips of wine, the pair would kiss, and each time the kisses grew in length.  Her arousal was easy to see through the thin material of her halter, and that sight seemed to inflame me even more.  By the time they had drained their glasses, I knew my own trousers were tented, although not nearly as much as Jack's.

She stood then, and took her lover's hand to pull him to his feet.  As I watched in mute fixation, she said, "Let's all go upstairs now."  She looked directly at me and asked, "Are you ready, honey?  I know Jack is."  The two of them laughed at that little joke, but I was simply frozen in place, and could make no response.  It was only when they left the room, arm in arm, that I found the strength to stand and follow them.

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