MY TURN

[KarrieKraves]

MY TURN ©
A short story by KarrieKraves
Authors Note: The following is a multi-part fictional story of Cuckoldry written primarily for the enjoyment/cleansing of the soul of KarrieKraves.
MY TURN is a fictional story. Any similarities to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Hello. Thanks for taking time out of your busy day to read the story I’m currently posting below; the second that I have shared so far on this site. Before getting started though let me take a minute for introductions and tell you a little about myself. My name is Edward Braserd, but to friends and those closest to me I’m simply “Ed”. I’m a Cuckold and am proud to say so. For those of you finicky about semantics, I suppose a more accurate label to reference me with would be that of “Wittol”. A little over ten years ago, quite by chance I met perhaps the most gorgeous woman in the world; a beautiful, young, long haired blonde with curves in exactly all the places that I like them to be. I say young because at 45 years old, showing up to any event with my new 34 year old girlfriend on my arm simply overwhelmed me, not only with pride, but I have to admit to giggling inside many times secretly wondering if anyone would suspect that I had indeed robbed the proverbial “cradle”. One year later I am proud to say that this same woman became my wife.

So far in this short life I have been blessed with many accomplishments all of which make me proud. A wonderful job running a wonderful department with many wonderful employees to supervise. A six figure income. A car with six forward speeds and at least as many choices of suspension settings. An excellent home in an excellent neighborhood with excellent neighbors. But by far the accomplishment that I am most proud of is that of being a Cuckold husband to such a beautiful sexy and powerful woman.

Last Friday around noon my wife Karrie came home from a “double overnight” with her steady boyfriend Mike. Looking at her it was difficult to determine her mood. On the one hand she seemed happy and upbeat, having that glow about her as she always does after spending a couple of nights with him. On the other hand though I sensed something deliberate on her part; something a bit more serious. As she walked into the house I was there trying my best to make it look like I wasn’t intentionally standing, waiting for her by the door. I met her open mouth with a kiss of my own and as my tongue brushed over top of hers I was able to detect, ever so slightly of course, the taste of his cock; evidence I thought of what surely must have occurred between them earlier that morning.

Of course we talked for a bit after she came in; her already beginning the teasing I would have to endure; part of a routine now every time she came home from him. I had just finished explaining that I had missed her and that I was quite horny given I'd waited two nights for her to come home. Staring back at me with a mischievous look in her eye she asked me “Surely you must have taken care of yourself during that time?” “Yes” I replied. “Once?.....Or more times than just once?” she asked again. “More than once” I admitted somewhat sheepishly. She just smiled and hugged me before nodding her head in the direction of our top floor staircase.

Once in our upstairs bedroom she encouraged me to get myself comfortable on the bed. She began the details of her time with Mike by telling me that she was getting used to taking more of a leadership role in our bedroom. “I’ve been doing a bit of research you know. Reading up about what it means when you tell me that you want me to “Cuckold” you” she said with a clear note of authority coming through in her voice. This was true. I had asked; Hell who am I trying to fool; I had, over the years we’d been together BEGGED her to take a regular full time lover.

I suppose a bit of explanation would be in order at this point. For as long as I can possibly remember I have had the fantasy of someone else; another man; somebody who was bigger than me, stronger than me…..and yes……especially someone who had a bigger cock than me, to come along and “steal” my woman….my girlfriend or wife or whoever. Whoever my “woman” happened to be at the time. In high-school, like everyone else, I dated my share of girls. No….I’m not trying to brag. I’m simply stating the way it was. The majority of the other boys did the same, so I’m in no way unusual in that regard. What is perhaps a bit unusual however is that after going out with a particular girl on a few “dates” (yes drunkin Bush Parties did count as dates in those days. lol.) I actually would begin to hope that; either my “girl” would become interested in someone else, perhaps even one of my close friends, or that some other guy would become interested in her and take her away from me.

Now I don’t want to admit to being a jerk on purpose however it did seem that the longer my early relationships tended to last, the colder and more distant I tended to become with the girls offering them ample excuse to “break things off” with me. The strange thing was that once a girl that had “dated” me began forming a relationship or going out with someone else and I became aware of it, I did my absolute best to get back in her “good-books”. But the thing I didn’t understand back then was that I wasn’t doing this to try and win her back; I was doing it because I felt such overwhelming arousal and turmoil inside at the thought that someone; some other guy had now taken MY girl away and would be enjoying her as his own. Thus the closer I could get to the “new couple” the more intensely I was able to experience this conflict raging inside myself.

These same feelings and pattern of behavior followed me through college and into my first few “serious” relationships once I was out of college. Soon after my marriage to Karrie I brought up the idea of her being with other men. She point blank shot me down, once even breaking down into tears and calling me a "disgusting pervert" during one of our big arguments on the subject. I kept at it though. I had to. With the overwhelming arousal, anxiety, and lust that this idea continued to generate in my head, and with the humiliation I knew I would feel at seeing my wife kissing another man and holding his hand as they walked; mixed with the knowledge that I would be sharing my beautiful wife’s body with someone else; someone bigger, stronger, more aggressive; someone with a longer thicker cock, intoxicated me like a drug, driving me like a man possessed to make my fantasy into reality.

Now, almost ten years later, my wish has finally been granted. The breaking point, if there was indeed a breaking point, was during one of the "famous" arguments Karrie and I regularly had whenever the subject was brought up. Karrie had accused me of wanting another woman; several other women in fact. “You want me to go around fucking other guys just so you have an excuse to have a lineup of Whores that you can go around sticking your cock into any time you want!!! That’s what you really want isn’t it??” she yelled as she faced me.

But one Sunday afternoon, about eight years into our marriage; as I took her by the hand sitting her down next to me on the sofa and asking her to please listen to me, I think she finally began to get it. I explained that “NO” that wasn’t what I really wanted at all. In fact I had absolutely no lusty intentions towards other women whatsoever. What I “really” wanted was for her to enjoy experiencing other men. For her to know the feeling; the pleasure of being stretched by a big thick cock. The feeling of being rubbed; touched in places that I was simply unable to reach. That she could experience another man physically; a more aggressive man. Now don’t get me wrong. I love my wife more than life itself. Nobody is ever going to hurt her. And if they do they can be sure that they will have me to contend with. But an aggressive man; an “alpha” man that could and would take charge of my wife and her body, in the same way that I couldn’t; in the ways that I was simply unable to; that I explained was what I wanted for her. Would she develop “feelings” for him; would they share something beyond just simple physical pleasure?? Perhaps. Knowing my gentle loving Karrie, I was almost certain they would. I could handle that. At least I thought I would be able to handle that. I mean we both loved each other to the “max” right…….and our marriage was strong in every way…..so “YES” there was risk involved, but it was calculated risk, mitigated by the strength and stability of the partnership we had built up over the last eight or nine years.

As I sat in our living room explaining myself, kissing and cuddling my gorgeous Karrie, talking as much with my hands as I was with my mouth, I felt her listening; really listening, as if she was hearing all of this for the first time. Of course it didn’t hurt my case that Karrie, now in her early forties and undisputedly at her sexual peak, was proving the old wives tale about what happens to a woman when she turns 40 to be absolutely correct. But finally as we both broke down into sobs; holding each other tight, both of us succumbing to the intense emotion that was being generated with every sentence, with every explanation; my perfect wife finally agreed, albeit with much reluctance, to give my plan a try. “We can try it Mister, but if I don’t like it that’s it. It’s over. I never want to hear you bring it up again!!!”

I must explain that my wife only ever calls me “Mister” when she means business. When she’s made up her mind about something and established her own set of limits and boundaries. I was happy. I was beyond happy; I was ecstatic!! What else could I say except YA-HOOOO!!!!!

Little did I know of the Monster that was soon to emerge

[KarrieKraves]

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More to follow as soon as I can get it prepared

KarrieKraves

[KarrieKraves]

As I lay there on the bed wearing only my boxers Karrie stood next to me slowly unbuttoning her top; teasing me about Mike and what they had done during their time together. As her hand moved from top to bottom, undoing one button after another, she told me how she had really enjoyed these last few weeks being able to spend multiple nights in a row with him, as she had been doing now for the last month or so. But her tone changed a bit, becoming more serious as she told me how she expected me to just watch and listen to her for the time being. “No touching me at all now!!!……Okay Baby??” Once again she continued with her taunting "Mike never listens to me when I tell him no touching. He always grabs me and throws me down on the bed when I start to undress like this in front of him" she informed me as she shrugged her shoulders allowing her top to fall, leaving herself in just a lacy red bra and her usual tight “ass hugger” jeans.

"Mike just loves my breasts" she said coyly as she sat down next to me on the bed. “He’s definitely a breast man. He says a woman’s breasts are the most arousing part of the female body” “Absolutely” I muttered in a low tone as I stared at the inviting nudity of her gorgeous tits. I was a breast man as well. And how could any man NOT be a breast man when confronted with my wife’s phenomenal breasts. A perfect pair of c-cups, identical in every way except for a tiny birth mark on her left side, 36 inches around and symmetrically placed to both sides--center chest. Karrie’s nipples were also things of beauty. Almost blood red they were long and wide and stood to attention with the slightest touch of tongue or finger. And surrounded by wide round circles of the same red color against her light toned skin one always knew the instant Karrie was feeling even the slightest chill.

Then, staring down at me, and as if trying to assess the huge erection that continued to grow beneath my boxers, she suddenly said "It turns me on to think of you being horny like this" And again focusing on the bump which now reached up to my waistline she said “I like knowing that you’re hard and horny and that I don’t have to do anything about it if I don’t want to”

Aah….Yes!! This was what she was getting to I thought. This was stemming from an ongoing conversation we had been having since our big agreement. Right after Karrie and I had our “breakthrough” conversation; when she tentatively agreed to give my whole Cuckold fantasy a try, we sat down and discussed a set of guidelines and boundaries; hard-limits if you will. With Karrie’s original commitment being tentative as it was, she felt it was imperative that we develop a solid set of rules to play our game by. She of course wanted full control of who she would play with and how often. An emotional attachment to any potential play partner, regardless of degree, had to at least exist. “I’m not going to carry on with someone I don’t care for at least a little like some common street Whore!!” she told me in no uncertain terms. Also the more she gave of herself to a potential lover she explained, the less she may have to give to me. “Just so you know Ed” she pointed out “If he uses up everything I have you’ll simply have to wait your turn!! You will be the one to suffer!! Not me!! If I tell you NO after I’ve been with him then I MEAN NO!!” Any potential relationship would have to be meaningful to her. Karrie was “standing her ground” She had no intention of playing with someone else simply for the sole purpose of fulfilling my fantasy.

Being that we were on sort of a “roll” with Karrie now considering her Cuckolding me I decided to try my luck and push for more changes to our marriage. The concept of living in a Female Led Relationship, and after our wedding a Female Led Marriage, had always been a curiosity of mine. From the time Karrie and I had started our courtship, and of course all through the “vanilla” part of our marriage up to this point, I had taken the lead role; both outside as well as inside of our proverbial bedroom. Though Karrie was no pushover, no matter what room of the house we happened to be in, she had become content, allowing me to make the majority of the decisions that affected us as a couple. Everything from the destination of our winter getaways to the sexual position that we started out in for our regularly scheduled Friday night fun had become “your call Baby” And although I considered it a cross that I simply had to bear; I mean, I was a man, and that’s what men did….right?? It wasn’t one I particularly took pleasure in (especially in terms of the sexual initiation lol.) or one that was a “must have” for the rest of my life.

So it was with this in mind that I began encouraging Karrie to consider taking more of an “Alpha” role in our marriage. I especially encouraged this in terms of our sex life. “I was thinking that I might want to try out more of a “Beta” role……you know especially when we have sex from now on” I explained. But even at that moment I struggled to understand and define exactly what it was that I wanted from her. Was living in a total FLR what I wanted?? Did I want to relinquish all sexual control to her including where and how often I was allowed to cum?? I wasn’t sure. I wanted things in our bedroom to change and, being open for pretty much anything at that point, I was leaving the changes to Karrie, encouraging her to use creativity and good judgement. In addition to being sexy and beautiful, I reasoned, my wife was smart, imaginative, and original. I trusted her.

I mean…how far wrong could this go….right!!!

[KarrieKraves]

Well after a bit of a slow start, and I’m sure some thoughtful consideration on her part Karrie began “coming out of her shell” Initially the changes in her attitude and behavior was subtle. During our “pillow talk” she would now include occasional references to the (just slightly below average) size of my penis. My stamina and ability to last and prolong our love making sessions were next to be called into question. “My new man is certainly going to have to outdo you in the sex department Baby” she would playfully comment at times, after I had finished ejaculating. She also began to focus more on her own orgasms at this point, specifically the quality of her orgasms. Shortly after we were married and our usual Friday night love making pattern had been established, Karrie’s ability to orgasm from the efforts of my cock was hit and miss. Sometimes she could reach climax with an “average” amount of effort on my part. At other times I could work her pussy until I almost reached exhaustion without bringing her anywhere even close to her “edge”. Nonetheless, no matter what the outcome, Karrie never complained about the end result and seemed to simply take things in stride. And although I certainly was aware of my shortcomings in this area Karrie’s lackadaisical attitude on the issue, especially since she almost never complained about anything sort of gave me a false sense of security in my own abilities. Of course after those times when she failed to reach the big O, I always eagerly finished her off with one of her favorite toys. Once she seriously began to consider taking a lover though, many of her desires that had lay dormant until that point began to surface including her desire, or perhaps better stated her NEED to experience better quality orgasms. As a result of my performance, or lack of it, this area also became a major focal point of her criticism. And as if to highlight the issue even more, Karrie would now choose one of her toys beforehand and place it directly in front of me on the bedside table telling me “You can use this one to make me cum once you’re finished……Okay Baby” This blatant vote of non-confidence along with the fact that, as I was fucking her; I now had to stare directly at an object that could do for her what I obviously couldn’t do with just my cock, increased the anxiety I was already feeling to perform with her tenfold; almost guaranteeing the conclusion that I would experience a premature ejaculation which was happening pretty much all of the time now.

Erotic humiliation had always been a turn-on for me. In fact during these same discussions I had actually encouraged Karrie to develop skills in this area that she could practice in our relationship. But I have to admit, when she first subjected me to these initial criticisms I wasn’t sure I had done the right thing. Now a little more than one year into our “new” life, I literally had NO idea just how much of a turn-on it really could be hearing my own wife speak to me this way; demeaning my abilities in such a manner. So when she started in about how Mike loved her breasts, I instantly knew which direction she was going in; and knowing there was more to come simply settled back to enjoy the ride.

Again she was talking about our “new” marriage and how our communication and the way we related to each other now was so much different than it had been in the early stages of our relationship. And again she brought up the fact that even though I was visibly aroused and horny, and even if she noticed my erection and knew my state of mind, she no longer felt any obligation to address my needs or satisfy my desire in any way. "It turns me on to think of you being all hard and horny for me like this" she said again as she reached behind herself to unclasp her bra. “Can you help me with this??” “Sure!” I replied as I began raising my hands upward; reaching towards the center of her back for the clasp of her bra. “Just the bra!! Alright!!” She chided as she made an over-exaggerated movement; leaning forward and out of my reach as she playfully waited for me to once again promise to respect her wishes of no skin to skin contact. “This really turns me on you know” she started in again, “That I can show you my breasts and even let you watch me play with them” she said as her bra slipped away bringing her full nakedness into my line of sight. Immediately she began caressing them in her palms pulling at her nipples as she squeezed them back and forth, "I like knowing that you’re sitting there all hard and horny for me and that I don’t have to do anything about it if I don’t want to. That you are just going to lie there and touch yourself while you watch me".

As she sat beside me on the bed playing with her breasts, she started to tell me again how much Mike likes her breasts and how much attention he always pays them whenever they’re together. She admitted that she almost never wears a bra during the time they spend together and how that turns him on. “He simply forbids me to wear anything under my tops Baby; even when we go someplace expensive. He says he enjoys watching me “jiggle” as I walk beside him. He always puts his arm around me in such a way that the bottoms of at least one of my boob’s bounces off the top of his hand in time with my steps. Mike loves holding me that way as we walk because he says the feeling of my boob hitting his hand really turns him on. Sometimes he’ll tell me that he’s getting a little sample of what he will be enjoying later, once we get back to his place.” By this time she was firmly into teasing mode as she turned to me and sort of moaned "I just LOVE how it feels when he sucks on them Baby!!" And with that she put her hands under both breasts and brought them forward teasing me with her pointy nipples. As I looked at them it became quite apparent that Mike had indeed spent some time enjoying her in that way. Both of her nipples looked puffy and raw with reddened patches surrounding both of her areolas. To the inside of her left breast I noticed two prominent red circles that were just starting to turn a deeper purple color. "You can touch them if you want" she offered. And that was it - I couldn't wait to feel them again. She cautioned me to be gentle with them. “Go easy on them…..Okay Baby!! My nipples are still quite sore. Mike really worked on them this morning.” Of course I did as she asked taking them gently in my hands, holding them as I enjoyed their softness and warmth. Again she giggled. Relenting she said that I could play with her nipples a little if I wanted. “Just be gentle with them Baby. Mike’s really taken advantage of them these last few days. He just wouldn’t leave them alone!!” “That’s because you make it so easy for him to get at them” I playfully scolded. “No it’s because he simply can’t keep his hands off of them” she replied just as playfully.

I think my hands were actually trembling as I hefted their weight in my palms, gently massaging their pointy tips between my thumb and forefingers - they were rock hard and very swollen and my Good-Gracious did it turn me on to think of her giving them to him like she had for the past few days!!! “I see Mike has left his mark on you” I commented as I ran a fingertip down and over both of the bruises which now colored the inner bottom part of her left tit. “Did he do this on purpose; to send you home with a souvenir for me to find??” I asked. “No silly!!” she said. “Those had nothing to do with you. He just got a little carried away while we were making love this morning that’s all. I don’t mind….Actually they’ll be kind of sexy to see in the mirror in the mornings..….Don’t you think?” she asked. And although reluctantly, I had to admit that what she said was perfectly correct.

[KarrieKraves]

I realize that it's summer time and people have busy lives. But after more than 750 views my story has not received EVEN ONE comment or criticism. Although I'm in no way complaining it does take considerable time and effort constructing and organizing the thoughts of a story, even a simple one like this. It also goes far to let the story writer know how he/she is doing.

So Please leave a comment or two.

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[nnjcpl2002]

Sorry KK , you're right. and your story as well as the Quality of your writing are great. Please continue and you will get more feedback as the plot thickens! Thanks!

[KarrieKraves]

Instantly the significance of her words “making love” hit me, producing a churning sort of flutter in my stomach and causing my mind to “flash back”; reflecting on why that particular choice of words invoked the response it did in me. Soon after our “talk” and immediately after we had time to complete an introductory set of “Play Rules”, we began searching our local Craigslist as well as various other “hookup” sites (hookup being such an inadequate almost perverted term) looking for a suitable boyfriend for my wife. Our play rule list was specific and strict and Karrie’s expectations were well into the “high” range. First and foremost safety would be top priority; both Karrie’s physical safety of course, but also safety from sexually transmitted disease and, although my wife has been on the birth control pill for several years, safety from pregnancy. Even though like many others here, pregnancy risk and the thought of my beautiful wife carrying another man’s baby to term is a major, major turn-on for me, raising a child in our present situation is simply NOT an option. As a result condoms would definitely be used and there would be NO exceptions. I would be involved from the get-go with any potential match and “our” relationship, as it developed, would genuinely be one containing three different but intertwined characters and personalities. None of my immediate friends, or her male friends, would be considered. And as “pervy” as it sounds, Karrie also felt the need to formally point out that none of our relatives, either close or distant, would be eligible. Also no work colleagues, again both mine and hers, would qualify. Not that I had a particular problem including this group, Karrie wanting to error on the side of caution felt it would be best that anybody connected with the workplace be omitted from our candidate list. Discretion was another of our “hard-limits” and we would do anything within reason to keep our business in this area private. Also, as we were “adding” to our marriage, any decision or action that we took would have to be done keeping that concept clearly in focus. Assurances were made that my wife’s attentions would be “shared” between myself and any new boyfriend in an equitable manner and she guaranteed, with a noticeable tone of boast in her voice, that as far as servicing the sexual needs of two men now; that there was more than enough of her to go around, and that “taking care of both of your needs” would not be a problem; a claim that I, given my experience with Karrie to that point, had no reason to dispute. Finally Karrie again outlined her need for at least a minimum of physical attraction and sexual desire towards any potential new suitor that would be chosen.

I certainly see much truth in the old Cuckold adage “Hotwives are made; Cuckolds are born”. This indeed rings true as far as me and my beautiful wife are concerned. Our initial search attempts, I must admit, went poorly. It seemed Karrie was quickly able to find fault with most every respondent. Her complaints covered the spectrum from unattractive facial features to a simple lack of sex appeal and potential. One guy was too dark. Another wasn’t dark enough. Too short!! Too old!! Too young!! ”Out of shape! Looks like this one wouldn’t have any stamina Baby!!” Shoulders not broad enough!! On and on and on. Of the few potential hopefuls who were actually vain enough to include detailed photos of their manhood, my wife’s assessments seemed (to me at least) a bit harsh. “This guy’s cock has no definition to it. It looks like it’s got no head. Certainly wouldn’t be fun to suck!!” “This guy’s cock has……like a big break in it Baby. It looks like an ex-wife chopped it in half and he crazy-glued it back together. lol.” Of course cock size was also a major focal point for her. And although I had never known Karrie to be much of a size Queen, her expectation of the new man’s dimensions in the tool department were fairly specific. “Baby……this guy says he’s eight inches long. Does he look like eight inches in this photo??” “This guy’s cock is fairly long but he’s got no thickness…….he’s pencil dicked Baby. lol.” “OMG Baby…… just look…..this guy isn’t any bigger than you are!!”

For my part I pushed. Not waiting to consider what Karrie’s “issue of the day” was, I simply wanted her to pick somebody and make something happen. ASAP!! I became determined to make this happen. No......who the heck am I trying to kid……I became CONSUMED with making this happen. The thought of somebody else….another man….. a strange man…….pounding my wife’s sexy pussy..…railing her gorgeous body into the depths of the mattress……making her scream out at every stroke; like my “trusty” six inches………well….five and a half inches…….didn’t. Like my own cock couldn’t make her scream. These thoughts, continually present in my mind, literally overwhelmed me; becoming the primary focal point of my very existence during that period of time. And, I’m almost embarrassed to admit, few were the days when a picture of my beautiful wife being fucked by another man, was not the first image in my mind when I opened my eyes in the morning and the last image in my head when I closed them for the final time at night.

Finally, after three excruciating months of ads, friend finder sites, and penis pictures, Karrie arrived home from work one afternoon with a proposition. “Baby……you remember that guy “Mike” that I used to mention from my work. The one who comes in to fix the Photocopier and stuff at the office??” “Yes” I replied, cautiously optimistic. “Well Baby I do find him really sexy…and I thought that since we weren’t having much luck on-line that maybe I could find his number and call him or text him or something. What do you think??” “I thought we agreed nobody from work” I tried to take the high ground; as much as it might hurt me to do so. lol. “Yea!! Your right Baby. It was a stupid idea” “NO!!….NO!!….Wait a minute!!” I quickly backtracked, imagining that perhaps the one and only opportunity to make this happen might slip away. “Now Honey we have to be reasonable” I continued with more than a hint of desperation in my voice. He doesn’t really work there right…..I mean he isn’t technically on the payroll. Huh?? I think that fact could probably make him an eligible candidate……Don’t you think??”

[Syd63]

Thank you for your post. The narrative as you have developed it is good with plenty of back story, I'm just left wondering where we are headed? The title of this essay is "My Turn" and since you've used the first person narrative I'm wondering is it your turn or your wife's. The reason I ask is simply that you've outlined that theirs been a shift in dynamics from you making all the decisions to that of your wife controlling things more. Hopefully your next post will solidify this quandary I'm in.


Syd

Great start by the way and thanks for the post.

[OOAA]

I love the story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A LOT!!!!!

Please, continue with it....

[KarrieKraves]

Readers—

Just a note for your information—I’ve had to go back and make a few minor changes to the first three parts of this story. As prior to my initial post, I decided that I was far above having to do something as menial as developing a time and events line to follow while developing the story. My choice to “wing it” quickly caught up with me however, and prior to the changes I had sort of painted myself into the proverbial “corner” as my timeline didn’t make sense. Although minor, the new changes do make quite an impact in terms of giving the story a few reference points as well as much added perspective from a timeline pov. Heaven forbid those of you that lean towards the OCD side of the spectrum would have discovered my error(s) and pointed out that I was “out of order”. With this in mind I would encourage all that have followed from the beginning to go back and quickly peruse the initial three parts now re-vised.

Sorry for the mix-up. More posts to follow.

KarrieKraves

[KarrieKraves]

“To hell in a handbasket”. Another old adage. And although this old saying is not specifically Cuckold orientated; that’s exactly what happened; and happened quickly, to our list of Play Rules. When Karrie first began seeing Mike one year ago now, the sexual activity she detailed with him was described almost exclusively in terms of “fucking”; as in him “fucking her” or her “fucking him” Other commonly used verbs she had for their activities included him “using her” or him “enjoying her” When it was her turn to be main subject of the sentence she would describe herself “taking” him or “taking his cock”. Now however, and for the past several months, whenever she has spoken of their sexing she most always describes it in terms of her and him “making love”. They no longer just “fuck” and the one-sidedness of him simply “using” or “taking” her no longer seems to exist either.

Again I suppose a bit of backtracking is in order. In the spring of last year when I encouraged Karrie to consider including her co-worker Mike on our list of potential “play” candidates. NO……Wait!! I’m not sure why but I’m having a hard time being honest with you guys (and girls) about just how much I pushed my wife on this. I BEGGED KARRIE TO TAKE MIKE OR WHOEVER SHE HAD A FANCY FOR, AS A LOVER. I WAS CRAZY FUCKING ANXIOUS FOR THIS TO FINALLY HAPPEN!!!! There, finally I got that off my chest. Thank you for listening and back to the story.

In the spring of last year Karrie contacted Mike and arranged a coffee date between the three of us. She conjured the story that the company I worked for was looking for a repair tech. to service their office machines and, knowing what an excellent repairman he was, she was encouraging that the two of us sit down face to face over coffee to discuss business. She of course would come along so that she could introduce us. Our plan was that if I was “okay” with Mike and gave her the go-ahead to pursue him, then she would contact him again, on her own this time and tell him the “truth” about the situation.

As Karrie and I entered the Tim Horton’s location that we’d agreed on, Mike was already there anxiously nursing a “double-double”. Mike was dark, handsome and enormous. An Italian by the pronunciation of his last name, he had black hair, sharp dark eyes, that classic “square” jaw that the ladies get so enamoured with, and a warm reassuring smile. But what was even more of interest were this man’s physical dimensions. At six-foot-two Mike dwarfed my five-ten frame, forcing me to extend my neck upwards as he stood to shake my hand. His shoulders were broad with a torso that tapered towards his waist, especially visible in the tight Harley Davidson tee-shirt he was wearing, and his huge biceps rippled as his hand took mine into his now customary “death-grip” handshake. “Hi I’m Mike” he quickly said offering one of his huge “paws”, not waiting for Karrie to make her trumped-up introduction. “Hi……uh!!…….I’m Ed” I finally managed, my head swimming with the reality in front of me. And as I deliberately tried not to even so much as glance in the direction of his crotch, my mind quickly deducted that, if this man’s cock was anywhere in proportion to the rest of his body, things could get real interesting…….real fast!!

Before I could get into enjoying her breasts too much though, Karrie stood up and began to unbutton her pants. Watching my expression closely as she slowly lowered them down, she revealed a pair of expensive looking, bright red, high cut panties that I hadn’t seen before. The entire front piece, from gusset to waistband was made of wide weave lace, providing an almost perfect frame for her pussy, staring back at me through the generous spacing of the lace weave. My now naked cock pulsed immediately with a noticeable twitch. And noting my every move Karrie was quick to ask "What were you thinking of that just caused that??” Eyes down, not wanting to encounter her gaze I answered her honestly. " I was thinking about you and him this morning…….when you got dressed; him watching you put those on" “These??........You mean my panties??” she smiled smoothing the lace and pulling the material taunt at the edges, exposing her already visible pussy even more. "Yes" I said almost shamefully. "They're new you know. Mike bought them for me. We went shopping yesterday evening and I modelled some undies for him. He really liked these so he bought me two pair. He liked how they looked on me with all the lace at the front. He said they suit me. What do you think??” Again she was pulling the material tight, making it conform and hug to the shape of her body. “He was right” I replied in a low voice “They’re sexy. He’s got good taste”

Sitting down next to me on the edge of the bed Karrie placed the palm of her hand softly in the center of my ribcage, just above my (now visibly) throbbing cock. "You look like you need to cum Baby" she purred, moving her hand in slow gentle circles downwards and over the top of my stomach, almost grazing the head of my cock with every round. “Yes” I admitted “You’re really turning me on. I look at you and I want you. You make me want to have you. You’re so sexy…and then I think of you and him……and…….” My voice trailed off. "Umm….You won’t be able to have me now Baby. You know that….right. You have a bit of time to wait yet Mister!!…….Maybe even a few more weeks" And as she finished this last thought she ever so gently gathered the head of my cock into her hand, surrounding it with her fingers as if slipping it inside of her body. As she began moving those fingers massaging up and down over my full length she did so slowly and carefully, not daring to do anything that would upset the delicate balance of the moment. Around the entire length and circumference of my cock I could feel the heat generating from between her fingers, causing the palm of her hand to be sticky with the sweat. OMG!!! It was ALL I could do to not shoot my gurgling load right then and there. Looking up from her position at the edge of the bed my sexy wife’s eyes found mine. And with her usual innocent smile she softly told me that it was a good idea; me suggesting that I take more of a “Beta-role” with her, because she was definitely planning to enjoy taking more of a dominant or “Alpha-role” with me from here on with our sex life.

[Paul_Pines]

Really good story. I hope you continue!

It takes a long time to write this detailed a story, so enjoy the process - you won't get a lot of feedback here, but people ARE reading it.

Sincerely,

Cuckold Paul

[Mrfixitforyou]

Great story i like the way it is developing. just the right amount of tension.

[OOAA]

GREAT story!!!!!!!

[KarrieKraves]

Let me explain. When I first mentioned to my wife that I might want to try moving into more of a “Beta” role in our marriage, she truly had no idea what I was talking about. Although she had been raised from childhood to be a strong and independent woman who managed her own affairs she had, as the majority of North American girls are encouraged, even pressured to do; given up this right. Perhaps a more accurate way to phrase my point would be that she had succumbed to the pressures of our current society to turn over her decision and choice making power to whomever the “man” in her life happened to be at that point in time. Of course when we began our courtship and then even more so after we became husband and wife, Karrie just naturally surrendered most of the day to day decisions that affected us as a couple to me as her husband. She simply following the scrip that had been written for her by her mother and grandmother, and so on up the line. Role modelled behavior; much like her high-school and college peers had done, and as her female work mates were doing right now. Perhaps more significant and certainly more alarming, was the fact that along with the more mundane day to day issues, Karrie had also surrendered a big part of her sexuality including her right to have sexual desires, preferences, and needs. AND to have those needs met and met to her satisfaction. Over time my wife’s sexual arousal became my responsibility. Her orgasms and the way she experienced her orgasms, including the quality and intensity of her cumming, again seemed to morph into my domain of responsibility and control. Scheduling of our “date nights” and special occasions like Valentine’s Day and anniversaries were also slowly offloaded to me. Organizing our weekly sex and cuddling sessions, and even the positions and routine that we followed at those times became “Your call Baby!!” Those times when Karrie dressed up extra special or extra sexy, adding super high heels or wearing a super low neckline had all become for me. “I only ever dress this way for you Baby” she would say. Even when she was getting ready for one of her rare nights out with the girls from work; getting herself “all Whored up” as the group of us boys used to tease the girls in high school; she always sought my final approval on her choice of outfit. “How do I look Baby?? Do you like me better in the red or the blue?? Do these panties show too much under this dress Baby……What do you think??” My beautiful wife; as pretty and sexy and curvy as she was, would never even consider showing her gorgeous body off just because she felt like it. “You’re my husband Baby……I only do it for you!!”

The other side of this dichotomous coin however is that, the more choices and decisions I made and the more I tried to help Karrie with the decisions and choices that she sought my assistance for; the more she came to resent the fact that I appeared to have the majority of power and control in our relationship. I say “appeared” because possessing this imagined power and desiring to be the ”decision maker”, was not AT ALL what I wanted or had wished for. Quite the contrary. What I truly desired for myself when I first met Karrie; in addition to the fact that she would one day Cuckold me with a steady lover; was that I would be married to a strong, confident, independent, and of course sexy woman. A woman who would, at some point, take total and complete control of satisfying her own sexual needs and desires in whatever manner she so choose to do so. To know that that right and freedom was hers to exercise. What’s more I wanted a woman that had the courage and daring to “broadcast” making those around her aware; even to flaunt if you will; the fact that she both possessed as well as executed those rights.

Let me share a little true story with you. Although it’s simply one of those small insignificant little “happenings” that we all experience in our day to day lives, it so neatly outlines the point I’m trying to make clear at this moment. About six months ago as I was returning back to work after going out for lunch one afternoon, walking across our lower level parking deck, I noticed a shiny silver Volkswagen Beetle (one of the new modern Beetles) parked in the row that our secretaries normally use. Strategically placed on the rear bumper; just below a personalized license plate that read BABY-DOL; was a small but clearly visible red and white bumper sticker which proclaimed in bold red letters: I HAVE THE PUSSY--I MAKE THE RULES. As I stopped allowing the short message to absorb into my psyche I actually began to giggle out loud. Thank goodness I was returning somewhat late and so had the entire parking floor to myself otherwise I’m sure my behavior would have been called into question, but the thing of it is that this was exactly what I wanted for my sexy wife. I wanted Karrie to not only talk-the-talk as far as her new attitude was concerned. I also wanted her to walk-the-walk as far as her demonstrating outwardly; showing the world that she had internalized that poised and arrogant sort of demeanor that seems to embody the strong confident sexy self-assured woman that one is sometimes lucky enough to encounter during the course of their day.

Although I have not as yet positively identified the actual BABY-DOL (I work in a big office with a LOT of secretaries and other female office personnel) I have maintained my search, relentlessly assembling my list of potential suspects. And as I get the opportunity to pass one of them in the corridor meeting their perfunctory smile with my own wide involuntary grin; or lose myself inhaling the scent of their perfume as I wait in line behind one of them for the photocopier; I feel an almost overwhelming urge to simply blurt out “Is that your silver Volkswagen in the parking lot??” But, restrained as I am by office etiquette, I confine my curiosity to a discreet visual scan of a potential’s workspace during some work-related stop-over, or a quick glance at the contents she carries in her hand as she heads for the elevator at the end of the day, always checking for a dangling car-key with that iconic V.W. insignia.

[KarrieKraves]

Really good story. I hope you continue!

It takes a long time to write this detailed a story, so enjoy the process - you won't get a lot of feedback here, but people ARE reading it.

Sincerely,

Cuckold Paul

Detailing and posting a story, especially for an inexperienced person like myself (I do have one other story posted here) does take an amount of time and effort. Again-- I"M NOT COMPLAINING --I'm simply stating fact, so to receive any bit of recognition or feedback, especially to hear that someone else is enjoying an idea or a bit of humor that I had posted makes me smile.

Receiving notice that someone that has posted here (and on other sites) with the degree of quality (and quantity) that you have Paul really makes me smile.

Thank you sir for your post and support.

KarrieKraves

[KarrieKraves]

Still cradling the length of my cock gently in her hand Karrie lay down beside me on the bed. “So it turns you on to think about me and Mike together when I stay over…..Does it Baby??” Karrie carefully asked already strategizing on the next part of her interrogation. “Oh Hell yes…..you can’t imagine how much Sweetie” I managed to gasp, all the while feeling my granite hard cock twitching in her hand. And with a knowing little chuckle in her voice she continued. “I like hearing that Baby. Want to hear how he joined me in the shower before I left this morning??” “Oh God….Please” I whimpered back. “Well” she went on “I asked Mike if he was going to come and help me wash as I was going into the bathroom……you know the one just off of our bedroom.” OMFG!!! A thunderbolt exploded inside of my head as I heard the words “our bedroom”. “Here Baby. You do this.” Karrie said removing her hand from my cock “I like it better if I can watch you while I tell you the details”

Even in our early days Karrie had always loved watching me masturbate, and as I loved masturbating I never had an issue doing it in front of her. Often after I had achieved release she would stick one of her fingertips into the cum and play with it, either rubbing it in circles on my abdomen and chest or sometimes even drawing little pictures with it around my nipples or navel. Her efforts always ended up with her either “sampling” my taste by sticking her fingertip in her mouth, or giving me a sample by lifting her finger to my mouth. Once again she was eager for me to masturbate in front of her and I had no intention of refusing her this pleasure.

“I had just about given up on him as I was almost done showering and he still hadn’t gotten out of bed.” She continued. ”Then suddenly I felt him behind me while I was under the showerhead. He hugged me tight from around the back and took my boobs in his hands, rolling my points between his fingers…..you know…..the same way you like to do Baby” For whatever reason Karrie has always been embarrassed and flushes instantly whenever she has to say the word “nipples”. It’s a little quirk that she has where she almost always substitutes the word “points” whenever she has to refer to her nipples. I enjoy this little oddity of hers as it has become a bit of a turn-on for me. But more arousing to me at this stage was the way she was describing him holding her body. And as she described him playing with her nipples she even demonstrated, creating the same pincer grip with her thumb and index finger, leaving nothing to my imagination. She was right. I did hold her the very same way whenever the two of us were in the shower together. But listening to her make that comparison between him and I gave the tension in my cock another direct jolt.

“What happened next” I asked, not making eye contact. I was stroking myself harder now and was unable to slow down and pace myself. The scenario she was describing was already beginning to get to me. Her words were finding their way inside my head. “Umm……Mike put his mouth to my ear and whispered that he was going to take me again..….one last time before he’d let me go home. But then he whispered “This time I’m going to fuck your ass!!” “SHIT!!!” I yelled out loud, releasing the grip of both of my hands from my twitching cock. I had just about lost it and allowed myself to release. I didn’t want that yet and I had to fight the sensation to cum. “Well..…what did you tell him??” I asked after taking several seconds to regain control of myself. “Umm….I told him that I wasn’t ready yet Baby. I mean, I will give it to him…..I’ve already decided that…..it’s just…….the time has to be right”

I suppose I should explain. I’ve only ever fucked my wife’s gorgeous ass once. It was very early on after we had started dating, and as she had never experienced intercourse in this manner before she agreed to try it. Well…..Karrie’s butt hole is designed super tight. And even after a long thorough warmup with my fingers; once I began taking her with my cock she quickly complained the pain and discomfort was unbearable. Needless to say we never tried again. On the other hand Mike, despite his calm and relaxed outward manner, gets exactly what Mike wants. Now don’t get me wrong…..Mike isn’t cruel and he doesn’t mistreat Karrie in any way…..but Mike is exacting. If Mike says he will take Karrie’s ass then, sooner or later, he will take Karrie’s ass. There would be no negotiating that point. “But he’s so big” I questioned, pushing this point as much for my own arousal value as for the information I was attempting to gather. “I know…..right!!” she replied with a tone of exasperation in her voice “That’s why the timing has to be just right Baby. I know it’s going to be a challenge so I’m really going to need to be in the mood” Again I had to take a brief time out, closing my eyes and holding my head steady; one errant thought and I would geyser.

After another several seconds I decided to test the waters once more. “What happened next” I croaked. “Umm…..well I told him I wasn’t ready for that just yet and I asked him to give me a little more time……He agreed but he said he was getting tired of waiting so I had better decide on something soon. Then he took my pussy again Baby. He hugged my hips close to him from the back, slipped into me and started fucking me hard from behind.” “FUCK” I moaned out loud, again trying to steady my arousal by closing my eyes. “Did you cum??” I asked after several seconds already knowing the answer” “Of course I came Baby. I always cum with Mike…….You know that!!” she scolded. I think my last ditch effort to hold myself off was beginning to frustrate her. She was turning it into a game. The first one to cum……loses.

“Want to see, Mr. Inquisitive??” And with that Karrie suddenly pulled herself up; positioning herself on the bed Indian style with legs crossed, her pussy just inches away to my right. I was at eye level with the opening to her most intimate place now, and she knew full well what this move would do to me. She was going in for the kill. It was the closest I'd been to her pussy in several days and I could see the little stubs of peach-fuzz that were beginning to grow in. Immediately tracking my gaze she said “Yes I know!! I need shaving. Mike was going to do it for me this morning but we didn’t have time. He’s mentioned that I’m beginning to tickle him whenever I go on top now. Mabey you can help me do it later Baby…..so I’ll be nice and smooth for him next time” But as I continued to stare at her displayed as she was in front of me, what totally captured my attention was how red and swollen she looked; both her outer, but especially her inner lips visibly darker and puffy. I’d been aware for the past few months now that that Karrie’s pussy had loosened up somewhat since she started having regular intercourse with Mike; the simple result of her body accommodating his unusual width, she had explained when I had pointed this out to her previously; and sitting there in front of me, her inner lips gaping open slightly towards the bottom, again confirmed what she had already explained to me. He had really worked her over during the two nights she had spent with him. And YES, I had to reluctantly admit to myself; just as Karrie had been telling me now for some time now; Mike was definitely larger than I was, especially when it came to thickness. I got so caught up; almost mesmerized by the sight of that pussy that I seemed to simply lose track of the moment.

"I couldn’t get any closer even if I tried Baby" I heard her saying “Now you have to promise you’ll just watch…….Okay Baby?? .... Promise me" “Uh-huh” I agreed quietly. I was almost hypnotized now watching her. "Okay then!!" she said as she began slowly spreading herself apart using both of her hands to make sure I could see all of her. I now had an unobstructed view, beyond her inner lips and straight through her entrance, all the way upwards to the opening of her cervix. Continuing in a low voice she said “You know Baby, even if I wanted to let you have me tonight, you wouldn’t be able to; spending these last two nights with Mike has left me too sore down here” And repositioning her knees just slightly she continued. “Well……I’m sure you can see that quite plainly for yourself….right?? He’s kind of beat me up a little down here!!” She was absolutely right. Not only did I notice how visibly reddened and swollen she was inside; but globs of Mike’s cum, clearly visible, glistened and slicked the entire length of her runway; providing further clues as to the intensity of their relationship; the fact that Mike now routinely enjoyed her body “bare”; without even the ultra-thin condoms that were a mandatory requirement for me on those now rare occasions when she decided that it was “my turn”. I moaned loud….almost screamed out as I came, my throbbing cock pumping out ropes of my cum, one of them shooting in the air and landing on my forehead just above my eyes. Suddenly everything seemed to stop. Closing my eyes my world went dark and all that existed was the sound of my gasping breath as my chest heaved up and down. Sometime later, I’m not sure how much, I heard Karrie’s voice intruding on my darkness stating I suppose, the obvious. “Oh My God Baby……did you ever cum a lot!!!”

[Bnc63]

Well done KK! Really enjoy reading this story and the direction its heading... Hope there is more to come!

[OOAA]

Very hot post Karrie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ufffffffffffffffffffffffff

[KarrieKraves]

I guess I need to explain. When my wife and I first discussed, I mean sat down and really discussed opening up our marriage; the plan was that Karrie would establish and maintain relationships; mostly superficial relationships centering mainly around the sexual activity that they shared together; with at least two and possibly even three different individuals that she, of course, felt an initial attraction to. I was to be involved fully from the beginning, starting with the initial screening process and continuing; my involvement in their situation growing and developing with the relationship itself. I would be my wife’s “wing-man” if you will, with the agreement…..Hell…….with eager anticipation, that I would experience my own erotic turn-ons vicariously through my wife’s sexual exploits with a tiny harem of broad shouldered, vital, well-endowed young men.

With Mike entering our lives though our initial plan seemed to quickly fall by the wayside. Karrie became infatuated with Mike, smitten by his easy going manner and charm from the get-go. Instead of continuing with her search and bolstering the list of names in her “little black book” she seemed to want to hold tight, developing what she had already started with Mike. “I really want to give my relationship with Mike some time before starting to look again…….okay Baby” And she had a point; there was a lot to like about him. He was just so many of the things I wasn’t. He was tall, he was dark, he was broad, he was handsome; and the fact that by Karrie’s own measurements; his cock at just over eight and a half inches long and almost as thick as a beer can, being pretty much TWICE the size of mine, only served to reinforce this point further.

Mike was also good for Karrie in so many ways. With Mike, Karrie was smooth shaven, painted, good smelling with an entire selection of new perfumes and colognes, and always made-up to look like the gorgeous beauty that Karrie was. With Mike, Karrie was ready and on time for dates and appointments. With Mike, Karrie’s necklines were down and her hemlines were up. With Mike, Karrie now had a gleam in her eye and a jump in her step. With Mike, Karrie was happier and sexier than I had seen her in years. Yes I agree……some of this was indeed New Relationship Energy and was bound to dissipate and even out in time. But Mike was able to do something special. He was able to bring out a potential in Karrie that, I must regretfully admit, had been lost in the many years of our “vanilla” marriage. With Mike, Karrie looked sexy, acted sexy, and was sexy.

After our initial “meeting” with Mike I of course gave her my okay to take things to the next level with him, and although it only took her two more “dates” and six more days to finally fuck him, the time in between literally could not go fast enough for me. It’s almost embarrassing to admit, but once Karrie had revealed exactly when her “deflowering” would take place I actually figured out how much time it would be, in hours, before she would fuck Mike. Indeed I remember the exact conversation I had with him, telling him it was okay for the two of them to “hook up” and that I was there to support my wife in everything she wanted. Karrie of course being Karrie, insisted that everything; every last detail was in place before taking “the plunge” “Baby..…Mike doesn’t really believe you’re okay with him fucking me. He thinks you’ll go crazy and shoot him or something when you find out. He says he wants to hear that it’s okay from you before we actually go ahead and do it” OMFG!!! How many hoops am I going to have to jump through to get this to happen I thought, although I never said as much to Karrie. “Sure Sweetie” I decided instead. “Invite him in when he brings you home after your date Thursday night and I’ll talk to him okay??”

In the beginning once they had become intimate and started fucking, our roles had been reversed. Mike was expected to use the protection; covering himself every time he demanded that kind of pleasure from my wife. He was the “unknown”. I on the other hand could deposit my seed in her pussy any time we enjoyed sex. “Just as it's my right as your husband” I used to joke with her right after we were married; way back when I still considered myself her “alpha male”. A few months into her relationship with Mike though; as their chemistry began to amp up; transforming their “fucking” into “love making”; Karrie had made a decision. Of course the dramatic way she……they went about informing me was almost enough to give me a myocardial infarction. A “heart attack” for those of you not medically inclined.

Mike had picked Karrie up for a Dinner date at a high end and very expensive restaurant. When Karrie outlined their plans for that evening with me the thought did cross my mind questioning what the big occasion was. “Oh it’s nothing Baby…….we just want someplace nice to talk” she assured me as she left the house looking as stunning as I had ever seen her look. Almost three hours later I received her text saying:
Baby Mike and I need to talk to you.
There’s something we need to discuss.
Please wait up.

OH MY FUCKING GOD I THOUGHT SHE'S PREGNANT!!!!!!!!!!!

[OOAA]

Ufffffffffffffffff don't leave us like this..............

[dh_and_gc]

KarrieKraves your MY TURN series is a very hot description of the evolution of a cuckold relationship. I really enjoy the attention payed to the cuckold's psychology & his "inner life" as it relates to his wife's affair. There is a mounting "erotic suspense" as the story builds that keeps the reader waiting excitedly for the next installment - looking very much forward to see how this cuckold marriage continues to develop!

[KarrieKraves]

As I awaited Mike and Karrie’s return home the thoughts in my head were literally driving me crazy. I was sweating, I was pacing, and I was thinking. Well, I suppose it could be termed “thinking”; actually, so super stressed and filled with anxiety, it was almost like I had begun to experience active psychosis; there was a furious and irate voice yelling at me, non-stop, from the inside of my head, unloading all of the angry venom it could muster. “You stupid ASS…..look what you’ve gotten yourself into now…….Stupid Shit……You should have NEVER pushed her into this crazy shit like you did. Now you’ve had it…….You’ll be saddled with a little rug-rat for the next twenty years……Good for you ASSHOLE!!!” These angry intrusive thoughts were literally giving me a verbal beating. The only tiny reprieve I was granted was that the voice seemed to want to play Good-Cop—Bad-cop with me at times. “A baby Ed!! Just imagine, you’ll have a new baby. That’s not so bad!!! It’ll be soo much fun. You’ve always sort of wanted a child Ed. What if it’s a little boy?? Think of all the fun things you could teach him” “YEA sure that would be fun……But with your luck they won’t let you near the kid….EVER!!!…..Pathetic tiny dicked little SHIT like you…….What would you have to offer a kid anyways?......Stupid fucking loser!!”

“Okay, FUCK!!!.....I need to get a hold of myself” I thought. I began to bargain, trying to convince myself that perhaps I was wrong. Mabey there WAS another explanation for Karrie’s message. Despite the fact that Karrie had, just a week after her first fuck with Mike, decided to forgo the condom usage we both had agreed was so important at the start of her extra-marital sexing, she of course continued to use the birth control pill. Ninety-nine percent effective……right!!! I lied to myself. No…Fuck!!!…..Karrie’s text had been specific. They BOTH wanted to talk to me……“Baby Mike and I need to talk to you.” This could only mean one thing. One FUCKING thing!!!!!

The half hour it took for their drive to our house was agony. PURE HELL!!! I was breaking down further and further. I was starting to crack and the worst of it was that I was beginning to agree with the voice that continued to scream at me. Why HAD I pushed for this so hard?? Why HAD I wanted it so much?? WHY….Because of the erotic thrill…..The stupid fucking erotic thrill?? Now look what happened. Karrie and Mike were having a baby. A real live baby….A human being!!! Of course she would leave me…Why wouldn’t she?? She would want to be with Mike. He was the father after all. He had every right to his child AND his child’s mother. The courts would ensure that. I would be gone….No baby…..No wife…..No pussy!!!! Well.....the Hell with the pussy part…..I would be kicked to the curb like yesterday’s fucking newspaper. Shit……This time it was bad…..This time I had really done it!! “YEA you sure did!!!!” I once again heard “That kid will never look anything like you. Everyone will know what happened to you the first time they look at him……. What will your mom and dad say?? Imagine how your brother and that bitch he’s married to are going to laugh…….DID YOU THINK ABOUT THAT WHEN ALL OF THIS WAS STARTING YOU DUMB FUCK!!!!”

As I paced back and forth from kitchen to living room, creating a list of boy's names in my head, I finally admitted my own defeat. Moving slowly with slumped shoulders I entered the living room a broken man; tricked once again by his own perverted will. Finally I heard Mike’s car pulling into the driveway. The new parents had finally arrived.

By the time Karrie and Mike came through the front door I was sitting, slumped over to one side, my chest resting on the arm of my favorite recliner. I was ashen colored and my forehead was covered in sweat. I was a man defeated and waiting to learn of his exact punishment. How bad would this be?? I was so anxious, so nervous that I had unknowingly peeled the scab off an old wound I picked up fixing a headlight in the car last week; a tiny rivulet of dried blood evident as it had trailed the length of my forearm. I could feel my stomach performing acrobatics above my shrivelled cock, which had gone into hiding, not wishing to have any attention drawn to its hand in all of this mess. I needed to vomit and perhaps could have, had I eaten anything at all since Karrie had left for her date.

“Baby what’s wrong?? You don’t look well!!” Karrie pointed out as her and Mike sat down opposite me on our couch. “Oh….No…..It’s nothing Sweetie. I just haven’t been feeling quite myself this evening. Ah……you said that you and Mike needed to talk to me about something??” I quietly asked, looking at her as someone found guilty would, facing a Judge. “Oh yes…..Well……..Baby” she started as if attempting to muster her courage. “Baby….things are going to be changing around here in the next little while. What Mike and I need to tell you; we have already discussed and agreed on Baby…..” And as she began talking it was as if she spoke her words in slow motion. “Baby….MIKE..…AND..…..I.……...ARE…….....GOING……………..TO………………..BE…………………………..EXCLUSIVE”

[KarrieKraves]

"WHAT!!!!!!!" I heard myself yell. And then that terrible voice was back; angry and more irate than ever. Bad-Copping me for all it was worth. “YOU STUPID ASS!!! This isn’t about any baby…..She’s not pregnant!!! What made you think she was pregnant?? Look at how STUPID you are……Ridiculous Twerp!!! There wasn’t EVER any baby!!! You’re sooo STUPID..….People talk APPLES and you think ORANGES!!!!! If only you’d learn to open your ears and shut…….” “OKAY, THAT”S ENOUGH!!! I heard myself yelling again. “JUST FUCK OFF ALREADY!!!!!” And suddenly it was if I had crashed back into reality. I “came to”, opening my closed eyes to find myself standing up in front of the recliner, staring at the ceiling of our living room. Slowly……very slowly, I lowered my head, searching for and finding Karrie and Mike sitting on our couch in front of me. Mike’s eyes were big and he had both of his arms raised in a sort of makeshift Karate like stance. Karrie’s eyes were huge; all I could see was a pair of giant white eyeballs staring back at me. She had moved as close as she possibly could have to Mike’s body, almost sitting in his lap now. None of us spoke for several seconds until Mike finally broke the ice asking “Are you all right man??” Karrie quickly chimed in with a demanding tone “Baby……You need to tell me what’s going on RIGHT NOW!!!”

“NO….NO…..I’m sorry” were the first four words out of my mouth. I was struggling trying to find my footing in reality once again. Then, after taking a few more seconds to compose myself I sat back down in the recliner taking another try at an explanation. I’m sorry you guys….It’s just I’ve been saddled with some problems at work. They’ve sort of been getting to me….Pissing me off a lot lately. I guess I was sort of having a bit of a meltdown. lol. I added a forced giggle to the end of my thought, hoping it would lighten the mood and get me off the hook. Still looking somewhat concerned Karrie again piped up “Baby…are you sure you’re okay, because we can always discuss this another time.”

“No….No….I’m totally fine now…..Totally fine. Ah!!….. “Exclusive” you said…..I heard you Sweetie, but what exactly do you mean “exclusive” Taking a while to finally answer, I suppose wanting to be totally sure she could trust me again, Karrie slowly began. “Well Baby..…you know that Mike and I haven’t been using condoms for quite a while now when we’re together…..right??” “Uh-huh” I nodded, suddenly beginning to feel the impact of her words stir through my wilted penis. “Well Baby……you know that you never use condoms when we’re together, either…..right??” “Yes” I answered, the gears of my imagination beginning to slowly turn once again; invigorating the lust that had been comatose; silenced by Karrie’s text message. Where the Hell was this going?? “Well Baby….that means that right now both you AND Mike cum inside me whenever I have sex with either of you….right??” “Yes of course it does Sweetie” I agreed. She was stalling; beating around the bush for whatever reason. She does this sometimes I thought. Sometimes when she’s unsure and wants to test the waters. I wish she would just come out with it!! Nonetheless, the picture her words were creating in my mind now had my six inch cock nicely stiffening. Yes!!!…Okay….Fuck….It’s five and a half inches!!! It’s just so much easier to say six….Okay???

Finely after several more seconds had passed Karrie just sort of blurted out. “Baby……after talking to Mike we’ve decided……I’ve decided……that I only want Mike cuming in me for now!!!” Staring back at the two of them I was speechless. Again nobody spoke for several seconds before Mike once again broke the ice. “Look Ed….This was mostly Karrie’s call. I mean….I support it…….but if you’re not totally cool with it I’m good with the way things are now.” “No…No” I said again taking the time necessary to let Karrie’s ultimatum sink in; diffusing itself before permeating into the core of my psyche. “Umm!!……..So like what exactly are you meaning Sweetie? Does this mean that we won’t be having any sex now??” “NO BABY!!!” Karrie was fast on the trigger to interject. “It just means that from now on I’ve decided that only Mike gets to actually cum inside me. Whenever you and I have sex……..Well you’re going to need to put on a condom….That’s all Baby. Mike and I have already checked out lots of different kinds of condoms and we think if you were to use the new ultra-thin ones they sell now…….you might not even be able to notice the difference.”

Again I stared back at her…..speechless for the time being. First the good news—Then the bad news. This evening had certainly taken me on a rollercoaster of emotions. What could I say?? This was what I had asked for. This is what I had encouraged her to do……“A woman who would, at some point, take total and complete control of satisfying her own sexual needs and desires in whatever manner she so choose to do so.” OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!! The realization going off inside my head; exploding like a bomb, as I suddenly remembered my exact words from what seemed like so long ago now…….She’s doing it. SHE”S FINELY DOING IT!!!!! And in the split second that it took for me to once again catapult myself, returning from my thoughts back to the reality standing in front of me, I could swear I heard my old nemesis once again. Careful what you ask for you STUPID ASS……..or YOU JUST MIGHT GET IT!!!!!!

Sitting back in the recliner now, still immersed in my own silence, my mind was busy; attempting to sort out all of what my sexy wife had just said. Her boyfriend would continue fucking her without a condom as he had been doing for some time now. He would feel her “bare”. The only one to do so from this point onwards. I on the other hand, her husband of ten years, would not. I would be condom clad for sex. The only one to be so from this point onwards. He would fuck her skin to skin. I would not. He would experience her body; feel her in a way that I would not. He would provide her sensations that I would not. This is what she had chosen. This is what I had ultimately encouraged; even begged her for. As these thoughts made round after round in my mind; wooden horses following each other in circles on a playground Carousel; I was stymied by the circumstances I had created. Karrie’s logic was in order. I had no recourse. “Sure Sweetie” I heard myself talking again. “If that’s what you want, sure, I suppose we could give it a try.” “Oh Baby!! You’re the best. I knew we could count on you.” She replied, offering her biggest of smiles.

“There is one more thing we were thinking of Baby” Karrie began again after a few seconds; wanting to capitalize on the spirit of compromise that was now clearly evident in the room. “What’s that Sweetie” I again ventured cautiously. “Well….Baby…..We…..I was thinking that maybe you and I need to cut back on the amount of sex we have…….you know…..if we didn’t do it as much as we do now……..You know……like we could scale it back to once a month or something like that.” “You mean like MAINTENANCE SEX!!!” I really wasn’t sure where this was going now, and again I was quite concerned. “NO Baby!!!” Karrie was again fast on the gas. “It wouldn’t be like that at all. That would totally be the wrong way to look at it!! It would be….you know……like we’d have an unwritten schedule. We’d still do it….It’s just that we’d wait for times when I was totally feeling in the mood Baby. I know there’d probably be some “down time” for you at times. You’d just have to wait for YOUR TURN….that’s all Baby.”

Our discussion lasted another hour or more; the three of us, but primarily my wife and I, deliberating on the issues like opposing Parties in an election debate. In the end Karrie of course won out; beating me at my own game using my own logic. Yes, having only her lover depositing his seed in her body would make their relationship all that much closer. Yes, restricting my access to her would make her new relationship with Mike much more intimate. Yes, these new rules would only be for a while, just until their relationship had a chance to get off the ground a bit more.

It was well past midnight after I had finely acquiesced, offering Karrie and Mike my final okay. As Mike began reaching for his car keys and making his way to our front door I followed, wishing to maintain my standing as the good host. Opening the door; his one foot having already eclipsed the threshold to the outside world; Mike turned to me, and sticking out his huge hand simply looked into my eyes and said “Thank you man.” And although there was nothing formal; no contract or written agreement between the two of us; as I offered my much smaller hand back to him I experienced the distinct feeling that I had just signed over to him a part of my wife that would NEVER be returned.

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I hope you are enjoying the story that I am attempting to share with you.

My Turn is approx. 70% complete. And although I have not received the amount of feedback on this actual site that I had initially hoped for, I see by the number of views that many of you are enjoying the story of Ed and his misfortunes as he bounces along CUCKOLD ROAD.

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