MY TURN

[OOAA]

You are very welcome and thanks to you for sharing with us such a wonderful story!!!!!

[Mrfixitforyou]

This is one of those stories that make you shake your head at every juncture. The spiral staricase steady winding downward as another husband moves into the number two place in his marriage. It is hard to believe that he wanted it to happen like this. To be put on the back burner in regards to his wifes sexual life.

Perhaps the idea of sharing was appealing. Surely the idea of being cut off altogether from the skin to skin contact that solidifies marriages was not a part of the scenario. I cant imagine my reaction to such a request. I love my wife and would entertain many things to keep her satisfied.

To hear her say she wants exclusivity with another man is way over the top. Anyway the story is compelling and sometimes spellbinding. Keep it coming. Thanks for such a great story

[watchman570]

I'm enjoying this quite a bit and looking forward to each chapter. This could take a while and that's alright.

Watchman570

[Mrfixitforyou]

I hope it takes a while it looks like it could be quite interesting

[md_tony]

Just found this thread. Enjoying the story immensely! Is it likely to go Bi?

[KarrieKraves]

As I began to “come-to”, re-entering the real world after almost losing consciousness from my “mega-cum”; once again I heard Karrie’s voice shocking me back into reality. “Oh My God Baby……I can’t BELIEVE how much you came!! Just look at all this mess!!” And indeed, as I slowly opened my eyes and began to come to terms with my surroundings, I realized just what she was talking about. My stomach and belly were literally drenched with cum. Several thick rope trails extended all the way upwards across my chest, ending at the base of my neck. Both sides of the pillowcase to my left and to my right were wet and sticky with semen, and I still wore remnants of the “Bullseye” shot that had landed on my forehead just above my eyes.

As I raised my head up, looking around, I found Karrie still lying beside me on the bed, resting herself on one of her elbows. She was staring down at me analyzing the expression on my face; one of her fingertips trailing around on my belly, constructing small passages through the deep puddles of cum. “THAT is a first Baby” she said “I’ve NEVER seen you cum like that!! What made you go off that way??” Not ready to admit the truth I avoided her inquiring look along with her question; quickly breaking eye contact with her and averting my gaze downwards, towards the mess covering my belly. “Oh-No!! Wait!!” Karrie continued. “Oh My God Baby……You are sooo easy to figure out. I should have known that would do it” And smiling she quickly added “You like seeing that don't you Baby? The insides of my pussy.....Looking at where Mike’s just been…...Where he’s just finished using me. lol."

Unable to remain silent any longer I broke under the tension; just like I always seem to do when she starts pressuring me this way. Moaning back my reply it was as if a Dam inside of me had just given way. I began telling her that it turned me on like crazy that she went out, sleeping overnight in her lover’s bed; making herself fully available to him as any “normal” wife would with her husband; seeing him this often and providing him with the opportunity to fuck her this much. I told her that seeing her come home this way after being with him; especially after having given herself to him this completely for multiple days and nights in a row; stretched and sore and exhausted from the intensive workout he had given her; and with his seed leaking out of her body, after his cock had been exploding inside of her for two nights straight…..While at the same time I stayed home…..Using the thoughts in my head; picturing where she was, why she was there, and what they were doing…..As my hand rubbed out one orgasm after another in an attempt to deal with all of the intense and conflicted feelings I had…..Knowing at the same time that even when she finally DID get herself back home; that I would be made to wait……Unable to experience that same intimacy and pleasure that she had just given to her lover………Wait until she decided that it would be my turn again……All of these thoughts and feelings simply overwhelming me at this very moment.

Karrie stared back at me for several seconds in silence; absorbing all of what I had just said, before whispering back to me that all of those things would surely have her very horny for the time when "It will be your turn again Baby". And with that she began to slowly circle her finger around in the puddle of cum covering my belly before slowly bringing it up to my open and waiting lips. "It's going to feel sooo good for us when you get to have me again Baby" she said. And with her finger still in my mouth; I could only mumble back that I too was going to be so horny for her by then.

As Karrie continued lying beside me, playing with the cum that seemed to be covering my body everywhere she continued her teasing; increasing the tension and working both of us up more and more in the process. "You know it really turns me on that you haven't cum inside me even once this year....You’ve certainly accepted the change to condoms. In some ways I’m surprised it was so easy for you; after we agreed of course that you’d be using them whenever it was your turn Baby. Now you’re a real condom-only hubby; just like all of your e-mail friends on that Cuckold website you always look at…….Umm…...What if I decided…….you and I would never go bare again…….That you’d always have to wear a condom whenever you got to go inside…….Whenever it was your turn…..Would you be able to handle using condoms forever Baby??"

As I lie there listening to her teasing I once again began to get caught up in what she was saying; what she was suggesting. And although I knew that a second orgasm was simply not going to happen for me after the extraordinary release I had just experienced, the pressure inside my cock, and especially inside my brain, was mounting; forcing the boundaries of my mind to bulge with each image and idea she created. “That’s the price you pay for encouraging me to have a steady boyfriend; the price of wanting me to have a relationship with another man Baby!! I have to keep him happy…..Make sure his body is satisfied……Mike’s needs are my priority now Baby. You agreed he should have my pussy………Exclusive fluid bonding privileges……..I believe that was the way you worded it…..right Baby??” she explained.

She WAS right. Absolutely right. I hadn’t come in her now for SEVERAL months; and likely would continue to be denied that privilege till at least the end of this year; perhaps even longer. Not that I was complaining of course. Yes I had agreed to the original idea of using condoms with her. I had agreed that giving him exclusive fluid bonding privileges with her would make things that much more intense for them and the relationship they were trying to build. Now of course that exclusivity had become a major element of her teasing with me, and also the primary focal point of most of the “pillow talk” we shared. “Umm….You’ll probably be well used to the condoms by the time things get back to normal Baby. You might even decide you want to keep on using them.” she teased. “I just hope using them for all that time doesn’t cause you to develop a hair-trigger when we do go bare again Baby.” Yes, I thought, I hope so too. To my benefit I suppose, she had allowed, even encouraged me to buy the new ultra-thin condoms that were so popular now. And although I’m sure she took this fact into consideration when she had encouraged me to get them, I did wonder if using any type of condom as I now was; along with the fact that I had only been inside her, even with a condom, just a handful of times since our “agreement” first took effect; if this indeed would have any significant impact on my future staying power. And as if reading my thoughts; with an evil little grin she continued. “If Little Willie loses his touch after his little condom experiment, then I suppose we’re going to have to work on some stamina training for you…..Get you back in shape…..Right Baby??

Continuing to maneuver my cum around with her finger; pushing it into one giant puddle in the center of my abdomen, Karrie murmured "It's soooo thick and gooey Baby......You must have needed this. I suppose men need to cum all the time?? I know Mike sure does!! lol. He’d cum in me every day of the week if he had the chance. You know that…..don’t you Baby??" And turning her head up towards mine she said "Hearing that turns you on doesn't it??....It's a beta-thing right Baby??"

Once again breaking under the pressure I answered honestly; moaning back "Yes, it does. It makes me really horny" “Umm……” my wife continued in a rather scrutinizing tone “You’ve turned into such a little beta-man Baby!!!” And as I lie there considering all that had happened that day, although I didn’t say it out loud; I had to agree she was perfectly correct.

[KarrieKraves]

As Cuckold Ed’s Friday afternoon shenanigans have come to an end, so has Part One of the story My Turn. Ed and his lovely wife Karrie will continue in a slightly different setting for Part Two of the story; where they will tie up some “loose” ends and hopefully achieve some sort of homeostasis; both for their topsy-turvy emotions as well as their topsy-turvy relationship.

[KarrieKraves]

MY TURN-Part Two ©
A short story by KarrieKraves

Authors Note: The following is part two of 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 are purely coincidental. Part two of this story continues in its themes of hubby humiliation, penetration restriction and denial, and extreme Cuckoldry. Readers can be assured however that no actual Cuckolds were harmed during the creation of this story.


Both my wife and I love the music of the now defunct rock band The Cars. This is odd for a couple of reasons. First with Karrie being eleven years my junior, I grew up listening to “new wave” music in its inception, on the radio. Karrie did not. Second Karrie liked to think of herself as a “country” girl. Her first love was country music. Mine was not. But during our courtship as she rode along in my car; serenaded by the sensual lyrics and enchanting melody of Rick Ocasek as he gave her some of his best renditions of hits like “Drive” “Magic” and “Since You’re Gone” she couldn’t help but fall in love with the music just as I had done so many years before.

Tuesday morning of the following week I received a phone call from Karrie while I was at work. The excitement in her voice was unmistakeable and she was speaking with a level of intensity that she only uses at times and for issues that she truly feels are of importance. “Baby…..just listen to this” she demanded. “HEARTBEAT CITY is going to be playing at the Drome in Center City next Saturday night!!!! What do you think of that??? BABY we need to go!! You need to get tickets!! We simply CAN’T miss this!!”

Now before everybody gets confused Heartbeat City is a tribute band. Perhaps THE best and most authentic cover-band playing Cars music as they sometimes have members of the original band on tour with them. I decided to be somewhat of an ass; I sometimes can’t help doing this, especially at times like this when Karrie leaves herself wide open to get “punked” “That sounds excellent Sweetie. Do you want to go??” I listened back intently, my last question having thrown her off course; derailing her speeding train of thought. Then after a definite pause she was able to reconsolidate. “Baby…..quit screwing around!! Of course I want to go!! Now I need you to get tickets….the best ones you can. Then book us for two nights…..both Friday and Saturday at the Center City Inn…..Okay??” “Of course Sweetie” I quickly straightened my act out realizing the opportunity that lay just ahead. “Sweetie… so does that mean that I get to have you the nights we’re away. Will it be my turn again??” Now it was Karrie’s turn; her opportunity to “punk” me back “Well….Baby, I was sort of thinking the same thing. We’ll have to see how the rest of this week goes though before making a final decision” I would have to maintain my best behavior.

There would have to be concessions of course. Since Karrie and I would be away for almost the entire weekend Mike; more specifically Mike’s “needs” were going to have to be taken care of before our leaving. “He’s going to want me to stay over with him before we go Baby!! Wednesday night or Thursday night; those would be my only options. Do you prefer one over the other; I suppose it will depend on what Mike wants; or should I just spend both nights over at his place?? What do you think Baby??” The speed and intensity of Karrie’s speech were once again accelerating. And……Here again I was faced with a bit of a dilemma. On the one hand I really didn’t want Karrie to be away again for two nights in a row. Even if there was no chance of the two of us having sex, the closeness and intimacy I enjoyed with her, simply by the fact we shared the same bed; being able to cuddle and spoon up against her body throughout the night, inhaling her intoxicating scent, and perhaps even finding myself lucky enough to share in her nudity; if she was so inclined as to sleep in this manner of course. Any of these variables I would consider a gift at any point in time. Problem being, if I was to discourage her from spending both nights with Mike, I may very well come off as intolerant and selfish in her eyes. This would not bode well for me, especially with her hinting at the fact that it may very well be my turn BOTH of the nights we were to spend in Center City. I had to be careful here; choose my words and phrasing tactfully. I simply couldn’t risk pissing her off!!

Yes!! I “caved”!! Hard to believe…..right!!! Well……Short term pain I suppose. “Oh…..When it comes to Mike’s needs you would know best Sweetie. It’s up to you. You know I’ll be good with anything you decide……right.” “Oh thank you Baby. You’re sooo special!!” was the reward I received. Needless to say Karrie ultimately decided to fuck Mike both nights. She would go to his apartment both days, leaving straight from work so they would have the entire evening as well as the full night(s) together. She would return home from Mike’s Friday at noon, well fucked I imagined, giving us plenty of time to make the drive to Center City before dark. It was all set then; the negotiations completed. Choosing not to agree to Karrie’s terms never really even crossed my mind. But then again, as yet another old adage decries—the cock wants what the cock wants—and mine certainly wanted to experience my wife’s well used little pussy that would have once again belonged to Mike for the majority of that week. Well…..As my hero Rick Ocasek once commented through song Let The Good Times Roll. “Thank you again soo much Baby. You’re soo understanding. Mike is really going to appreciate this Baby!!” Yes, I thought, he most certainly will. But just before ending the phone call with my wife, the lyrics of another classic tune from The Cars glory days began quietly unfolding in the recesses of my mind. One whose words I could not help but feel beginning to haunt me. A song that would most likely strike fear into the heart of any Cuckold in my position. And having experienced Rick and his band live, several times during my own “glory days”, I couldn’t help but remember him up on stage as he stared down his microphone; standing tall and “deadpanning” his verses as he was so famous for……“Yea she’s my best friends girl………..she used to be……..mine” as I crossed my fingers unconsciously, hoping he wasn’t crooning about me.

[Mrfixitforyou]

Oh the angst. I cant even begin to think I would know how he feels. Mike is going to get both nghts and she may even be too sore to accomodate your turn.
So fuck being in that kind of love. We can be in that kind of game for whatever reason but spending all your love on someone who takes you for less than granted. Well its hard reading it however I am totally into this story. Kerry thanks for a great read

[OOAA]

Simply fantastic KarrieKraves!!!!!

I adore the way you manage the cuckold desires..., how you control the excitement troughout the story!!!

EXCELLENT!

[KarrieKraves]

Rarely have I moved so fast and, sparing no expense, obtained two tickets for “prime” concert seats, as well as a very nice suite at the (very expensive) Center City Inn. Not too bad for such short notice I had to admit; trying my best to stifle the huge Cheshire grin that I could feel overwhelming my features. Hanging up the telephone receiver; having finally completed the last detail for our “getaway” weekend; I sat back behind my desk; feet up; thinking back over the morning conversation I had with my wife and her last words to me. “Thank you again soo much Baby. You’re soo understanding. Mike is really going to appreciate this Baby!!” Rubbing my hands over my eyes; attempting to work out some of the tension this afternoon’s hectic trip-planning session had produced, I began to think of some of the reasons for why we do this. “We” meaning not only myself of course, but us Cuckolds in general; “This” meaning this “lifestyle”. This crazy stress and anxiety producing lifestyle; this Cuckold lifestyle!!!

Karrie and I had been on the rollercoaster now for well over one year, and in that time our marriage and all things related to our relationship and marriage had changed considerably. First and foremost my wife’s body and the pleasure it was so very able to provide, was no longer mine exclusively. Not that either one of us had ever considered this circumstance in terms of ownership; at least not in the sense that Karrie’s gorgeous body had been bequeathed to me as her husband through our vows of marriage or anything like that. But the fact was that not only could I not enjoy my beautiful Wife’s charms at my insistence anymore; a privilege most husbands would tend to take for granted; I currently shared her body with one other man!!! The fact that I now wore condoms with her while he did not simply reinforced my point. Another man now actually possessed and felt my wife on a significantly deeper physical level than I did. The fact that she routinely reminded and pointed out this reality to me; especially during those times when her and I were being sexual together, only served to further reinforce my original point.

There were certainly more undeniable changes as well. Emotionally Karrie no longer belonged to me in the same degree and on the same plane that she once had either. There were now two of us occupying the space, in her mind as well as in her heart, where previously only I had existed. This fact being driven home to me with severe force several weeks ago, just as I overheard her ending the phone conversation she was having with Mike, by using the “L” word!!! “Okay then….. LOVE you Studley!!” Yes, I know. Studley is her pet name for him…..Sheesh!!! Of course I questioned her about it. “Now don’t get upset Baby……I don’t love Mike in the same way I love you.” was her response as she began providing me with an explanation of the facts. According to Karrie the whole issue of her using the L word had started as an error of speech. “It was a simple slip of the tongue Baby!!!” Yes, I know…….I can almost hear some of you laughing out there. A terrible idiom I know; especially in this context; but in what other words could she have explained it?? According to Karrie what had happened was that a couple of months ago, as her and Mike were fucking, (of course) my wife began to orgasm as she sat riding his cock “Cowgirl” style. “I was taking him soo deep inside me….and he just felt so huge Baby!!!…..I couldn’t help it……….. And when I started to cum I meant to say to him “I love your cock soo much….Studley”; but in the heat of the passion I was feeling Baby……the words that actually came out of my mouth were “I love you soo much Studley.” And after that Baby we just started saying “I love you” to each other all the time. I suppose that I do love Mike in a way Baby…..but not in the SAME way that I love you. Do you understand??” Well….I must admit…..I DIDN’T fully understand. Not really!!! But Karrie seemed to have it all worked out in her own mind so I just sort of went along with it. What can I say???

As I continue to scrutinize the changes in my new “refined” marriage with my wife; using my old buddy Mr. Maslow and his ideas about the priorities of human thinking and development as a sort of template; I can’t help but point out that even spiritually, there have been significant changes between Karrie and I. Now I truly believe in my heart of hearts that my wife and I continue to be soulmates. The very best of friends; BFF’s as “two thumbs” crowd now tends to term it. However going back just a short while, not only did Karrie and I complement each other, but given the opportunity to describe our partnership, I would have said that the two of us definitely “completed” each other. With Karrie as my wife, I felt a whole person. Complete in every way. What I lacked in one particular area Karrie either made up for, or devised some way; some system for me, so I could become stronger and more competent myself. The same was true for Karrie. If she had difficulties planning or organizing herself or her life, I was there to help……Hell I was there to do it FOR her if need be. I still am; nothing has changed in that regard. The point I’m trying to make however is that now, simply the two of us together is not enough.

This fact is especially obvious throughout Karrie’s refocused ideology. Our two sided partnership has now morphed into a three sided triangle. The reality becomes even more evident when dissecting Karrie’s new philosophy; especially at times when she assumes her “teasing” mode with me. “Baby…….I simply don’t know HOW I survived as long as I did with just your little cock. Mike’s cock has made me feel things in places I didn’t even know I had. I cum harder on Mike’s cock now than I ever thought possible Baby. Sometimes I cum soo hard with him Baby that afterwards I feel soo spiritually connected; so much closer to God!!!” During those times when Karrie and I now sit down to have a “serious” discussion as we regularly do; especially since beginning in this lifestyle, knowing that a high level of communication is so very necessary; Karrie consistently voices her need to have a third person present in our relationship. Not only for the time being, but going forward in the long term as well. “Baby….Mike has brought soo much into our marriage. I could simply NEVER live without him……. or someone like him……..Ever!!!”

I again asked her what exactly she meant by that. “Baby……before I answer you, you need to promise you’re not going to jump to conclusions and take this the wrong way!!” Of course I agreed. I mean she was being honest and as her husband I believed I had a duty to at least listen to what she had to say. “Well Baby…..The truth is that Mike is everything you are not; and he has everything you do not!!!” But just before I was able to shout “OH MY GOD!!!!!!” Karrie held up the palm of one hand, requesting of course that I wait for her to continue. “Just hear me out Baby!!!” Shaking my head in the affirmative she proceeded. “Baby I love you with my entire heart and soul. You have been, and continue to be, a VERY good husband to me!!” Well…..at least this was starting out okay!!! “Baby…….it’s just that since being with Mike as much as I have been for this last while, I’ve really come to appreciate some of the………..No!!....Wait Baby!! What I mean to say is that since being with Mike I have really come to NEED; absolutely NEED some of the things he can give me. Baby…….I used to think you were very good in the sex department. Since being with Mike I now know different. But even though sex with Mike is fantastic; it’s not just about the sex. It’s about the way Mike understands me; the way he treats me. The things he allows me and the things he doesn’t allow me. Baby…..Mike has come to quickly understand me and what I need; and he is able to give that to me. And although I love you as much as I do; you simply can’t give me what Mike gives me. You can, and do give me other things and I love you for doing that for me; but without continuing to get what Mike gives me, I just don’t think I could survive any longer. None of this is really about you Baby. It’s just about me and what I need right now……Okay!!!”

Yeah……of course. I mean I had to admit it. I certainly did know what she was getting at even if her explanation wasn’t as clear as I had expected. I had gotten her point. “I love you Sweetie” I spoke softly her as I took her in my arms, kissing her deeply. “I love you too Mister” was the reply that came back.

A delicate, almost apologetic knocking on my office door brought me out of my reverie. Holy-Shit!!! It was ten minutes to five O’ clock. Where the Hell had the afternoon gone!!! It was Theresa, one of my front office secretaries. “Tiny-Tina” as she was affectionately known around the office. “I’m leaving for the day now Mr. Braserd. Have a good evening. See you in the morning Sir. Remember, you have an early nine o’clock managers meeting up on tenth floor.” “Yes, I haven’t forgotten Tina. Have a good evening yourself!!” “Thank you. I will Sir.” Tina always called me Sir. She called all of the managers “Sir” whenever she was in the company of any one of us. As she closed my door heading toward the elevator, I couldn’t help but watch her through my office window. Despite her diminutive size, Tina had a Smoking-Hot little body. A 32-a cup……Hmm…….no…..maybe even small b-cups……most likely b-cups I would think; hard to tell because with her upper body tapering so nicely into that narrow little waist of hers, she often gave the appearance of being all tit as she walked towards you, especially on the warmer, busier days; having removed her little blazer in favor of one of her famous translucent, button down blouses she could be counted on to wear under her business suits. And now walking away from me I could just imagine that tiny heart shaped ass moving underneath that little black pencil skirt. “Hell Yea!!!......Given half the chance I could fuck that!!” I heard myself commenting out-loud to the empty office. Suddenly I stopped myself. What the Hell was I trying to do!!! This wasn’t MY wife. This was Tina…..Not Karrie!!!!! And quickly shifting my cerebral gears from lust, to embarrassment, to a sort of disappointment with and in myself; I realized I had caught myself doing something I had no business doing. I was cheating on my wife!!!!

[jthemanifest]

I'm just now reading this, and I must admit that I like your style.

[KarrieKraves]

Friday morning Tiny-Tina, my secretary, directed another call to my office telephone. The wall clock was quickly working its way towards the noon hour and my mind had been in overdrive since arriving at work that morning. Busying itself connecting plans, details and images for the upcoming two hour drive to Center City; followed of course by our three day “getaway” weekend. My morning thoughts had been delicious to say the least. A smorgasbord of visuals and ideas involving my gorgeous wife, her delectable curvy body, and the vast menu of pleasures that; due to my exemplary attitude and behavior especially in the days prior; would most likely……well hopefully at least…….be available for my enjoyment. “Baby…….There’s been a change of plans!!!” It was Karrie. Her voice had that intensity to it again; the one it always has whenever she means business. “What’s going on Sweetie??” I asked fearing the worst. “Baby….Mike and I got carried away this morning. There’s not going to be enough time for him to drive me back to the house to meet you. You’re going to have to pick me up here at his place on your way. Otherwise we’ll have a late start that will put us into rush hour traffic!!!” Oh….Thank God it’s nothing major. I was relieved. “Yes, of course Sweetie I’ll get you on the way out.”

Walking up the stairs to Mike’s front door I found Karrie standing in the doorway kissing him goodbye. “Baby…..What took you so long?? I’ve been waiting. We need to get going!!” she informed as she reached her arms up and around him for one last passionate embrace. “Oh……Studley……I love you soo much” she admitted, placing tiny butterfly kisses all the way around his lips before circling downwards, ensuring she not forget his chin and neck. ‘I’ll be back here right after work Monday…….Okay……Miss me!!” she reminded him with one more deep kiss. Almost enviously my eyes met Mike’s “Hey man have a good trip……And take good care of Karrie” he offered with a wave of one of those huge hands as we began making our way towards the car.

Once settled into the steady stream of Friday afternoon traffic and on our way to Center city, my mind again began to wander; combing back over the issues I pondered during my spontaneous Tuesday afternoon relationship debate. Why was I doing this?? Why did I choose, even desire, to live this way?? And even though the chances of discovering the exact source; the one simple root cause to my inquiries was slim, I just had to figure out something. I simply couldn’t come away from all of my soul searching empty handed.

In just over one year; approximately the same amount of time it takes for your car’s license plates to run out; my nine year monogamous marriage to my gorgeous wife Karrie had underwent sweeping changes. With my encouragement my wife now had a steady boyfriend and lover who currently assumed the role of primary sex partner with her. My access to her body had been restricted and now, even during those times when I was allowed to exercise my marital rights as her husband, I had to utilize a condom. Again at my insistence, my wife had not only taken complete responsibility for her own sexual happiness and well-being, she now basically dictated the terms of my own sexuality as well; her sexual appetite now satisfied primarily via her steady and regular lover; my own sexual appetite currently satisfied primarily via the use of my imagination and right hand. To top it off, again at my urging, my wife had developed a close and deep emotional bond with her steady boyfriend and now considered him to be an important, if not fully equal, partner or “side” to our current triangular based relationship. To the average level headed and sane man this would not; especially given the reality of what I have just described; appear a fair and equitable trade-off.

So why then did I encourage it?? Why did I want it soo much?? Perhaps I was simply perverted. I mean, I did enjoy bringing out Karrie’s naughty side; that part of her that she had kept so well under wraps for the vast majority of our now lengthy relationship. This had happened with me before as well; in the past with other women; albeit not to this extent. I did want this for Karrie; I’ll admit to that. I wanted her to be led astray. I wanted her to have permission. I wanted to GIVE her permission AND I wanted her to know, in absolute terms, that she HAD permission, to let herself go. To finally release that proverbial inner slut that all women possess and that most women are made to repress for the entirety of their lives.

“HEY!!.....Mister……What’s going on??? Again I was catapulted back into reality; Karrie demanding to know what had me so deeply submerged in thought. “It’s nothing Sweetie!! I just got caught up thinking about some unfinished stuff at work. Sorry…….I just lost focus for a minute.” “Umm……perhaps this might get you to focus a bit better……Baby” she giggled. And with that she began slowly bringing up the zipper that ran the length of one entire side of her narrow black skirt. Picking up one bottom corner and moving it across her lap to the other side, her bright red panties soon presented themselves in my visual spectrum. But just as I lowered my eyes slightly, graduating from peeking to staring, my ENTIRE world stopped!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK WAS I LOOKING AT??? OMFG!!!!!! Wrapped around the entire length, on both sides of the gusset of my beautiful wife’s fire-engine red panties; peeking out like tiny cartoon eyes out of a baseboard mouse hole; were the unmistakable adhesive wings of a PERIOD PAD!!!!!!!!!!!!

[OOAA]

Congrats again master Karrie !!!!!

[Mrfixitforyou]

Oh you are quickly becoming a go to. Gotta read. This is such a compelling tale. Drawing me in. making me choose then re-choose

sides. Since there are three sides then I can choose/rechoose/then choose.

I am always wondering how the husband can let it get to the points that it does. I understand that these are cuckhold stories.

Howver I guess I regard them s stories that have cuckholds in them. Some of the plots are so elaborate, the scenes so concoctted

and well thought out that even without the cuckhold aspect they would be great stories.

Its like when you see a horror movie in the theaters. There are little signs along the way as the tension builds before the monster

rears its ugly head.

It starts with the husband/fiance/boyfriend sharing his wife sharing fantasy. Then it escalates to her encouraging him to explore the

fantasy. It always ends with the poor guys humiliation. He is so sucked into the fantasy that when it stops being his idea he still

thinks it is idea. Even when he is being humiliated beyond comprehension he has become so conditioned that he stays around sinking

deeper and deeper into soul crushing excruciation. I cant believe anyone truly enjoys this. Sharing yes. However not disregard and

certainly not total disrespect.

I always and I will admit mistakenly put myself in the place of the cuckhold husband. Okay I shared my fantasy and you acted on it

but instead of it being mutually satisfying I begin to get 'handled' by you and your lover who admittedly cares nothing for me.

Now how would that work out if the husband were to act on the wifes 'rape fantasy'. ?

You see Im just saying, Love makes sure that our fantasy does not harm our partners./spouses on any level, Too much denial can

trigger the ' fuck you, fuck him, fuck it gene' The symptoms as I see them would be fucking the secretary. Moving out the home

and into the tiny tina's apartment.

Sharing the wife sharing fantasy with Tina and telling her she can use ex wife as an example of what not to do.

Oh and while Im only vindictive for a few days a month. I would work really hard on not sharing the exe's ' rape fantasy' with

known felons and sex offenders I counsel. Just saying thats all. And hell yes I love this story

[KarrieKraves]

I began feeling hot; an uncomfortable warmth beginning at the level of my neck and rising quickly to envelop my face, before circling around; engulfing my entire head and causing me to suddenly feel like my brain was on fire. “Are you FUCKING kidding me??” I silently posed the question to no one in particular. This WOULD be just my luck; my wife receiving her regular monthly visit immediately before, perhaps even en route, for our planned weekend getaway. Fuck!!!......I hadn’t counted on this!!!

“Baby!!!!!!......Watch out for that truck.......You’re getting WAY too close!!!” “Oh......Shit.......Sorry Sweetie!!” I answered leaning heavily on the brakes. “Baby!!!!!.....You need to tell me what’s going on....RIGHT NOW!!!” Karrie was almost frantic. Pulling her skirt back down she continued to pour on the pressure. “Baby!!!....You’re not being yourself.....There’s something going on......You need to tell me what that is!!!” Fuck....I was busted!!! I might as well fess up. I’d have to watch myself though. Although my wife’s talented mouth was now off limits to me, there was still a slim chance she may let me take her ass. My explanation would have to be diplomatic though.

Looking at her almost pleadingly I began. “It’s nothing much Sweetie...I’ve just been feeling a little stressed lately.” “AND” My wife was glaring at me. She was waiting. “Well....Umm...Sweetie.....Is it that time again??.....You know??....Are you having your period??” I gently asked; the regretful nature of my inquiry clearly reflected in my tone of voice. “WHAT!!! Why would you think that??” She questioned back; again gunning me for an answer. “Well....Sweetie...It’s just that you’re wearing a period pad and I was just won......” “What are you talking about??” Karrie abruptly cut me off. And raising her skirt just as abruptly “This has nothing to do with my period Baby. I only put it in because Mike came inside me so much this morning I didn’t want to get my clothes or the seat of the car dirty!!!” Looking straight into her eyes I didn’t know how to respond or what to say. I had done it again. I had jumped to conclusions convincing myself of the worst. An uncomfortable combination of shame and embarrassment held me. How the fuck was I going to get out of this now?? I was aware of my old nemesis once again beginning to read me the riot act. “This isn’t about any period, you stupid ass!!! It never was!!!” Still staring at my wife, open mouthed, I managed a weak “OH!!.......I’m sorry Sweetie....I just thought maybe....” “It’s okay Baby.......I can see how you might have thought that lol.” Thank God she didn’t completely lose it. She had even giggled a bit……but still…… I was certain there would be consequences; punishments.

Still holding me in her gaze the way a cat might size up the distance between itself and a nearby bird, I noticed a small upward curving on both sides of her mouth. “Well since you seem to be so interested in what I have between my legs Baby, perhaps you might like a taste. And with that my wife pulled her sexy red panties to one side with her left hand while inserting the index finger of her right hand beyond her magical opening; probing upwards, searching for the core of her being.

I knew what was coming next and I’ll admit I had mixed feelings about it. The taste of one’s own cum is an acquired one. The taste of another man’s cum is DEFINITELY an acquired one. Until I was married I had never ever tasted a man’s cum. Not my own. Not anyone else’s. My first lesson in cum tasting came about (Yes I’m aware of the pun) at my wife’s request. “Baby……. Do you ever put your fingers in your mouth after you masturbate and lick the cum off your fingertips??” she posed as a very serious question, shortly after our marriage. I suppose looking back it was really the first time we felt totally comfortable as two people discussing; I mean really exploring each-other’s sexuality; especially each other’s sexual fantasies. This was perhaps one of the first times ever that I brought up my “just supposing??” fantasy with Karrie, in terms of her sexual involvement with another man. When I answered her back, honestly of course, in the negative she immediately wanted to experiment. Now tasting my own cum that first time was “one of those things” that everyone seems to mention in passing, but rarely takes the time to actually detail or explain further. I suppose sharing now what I can remember about the situation is that the first time my wife actually inserted her finger, laden with a generous dollop of my own cum, into my mouth, I instinctively closed my eyes to receive it. Feeling its texture first followed immediately by the medium sour “tarty” taste, I swallowed it; appeasing Karrie’s curiosity of course, while at the same time creating thoughts, sexual thoughts; lewd perverted compelling images involving the orifices of my gorgeous wife’s body to be exact, as a distraction. And having been through the particular ordeal once, I must admit subsequent episodes became increasingly easier.

Now I suppose I need to explain. Karrie, ever since we became an “item”, has had a “thing” about cum. My cum, her cum, Mike’s cum, all hold a sort of mystical if not supernatural significance to her. For example Karrie believes that an individual’s cum contains the very essence of that persons soul. I suppose that isn’t all that far-fetched, as I tend to believe at least a similar version of that same concept. My wife also believes, very staunchly I should add, that a woman, over a period of time becomes addicted to, and even physically dependent on, the cum that she absorbs into her body. Pursuing this particular logic further, Karrie believes that a woman actually becomes physically bonded to the man (men) that she is sexual with, simply through the process of absorbing that individual’s semen into her body. And although I have never been motivated enough to challenge her; making a “big deal” about this issue; I strongly suspect that it represents one of the primary motivators behind this whole “business”, where she insists on my own usage of condoms with her while readily allowing Mike to deposit his “essence” freely into her body at his leisure.

So returning to my original thought, shortly after Karrie started seeing Mike and their relationship began to intensify to the point where she began to formulate “longer term” plans for the two of them as an involved couple; she began to focus on the idea that I familiarize myself with Mike’s essence and perhaps “absorb” some of it into my body as well. Karrie believed that my doing so would indeed “bond” the three of us together.

Now!!!…..Again I must clarify something right off the bat. I do not, nor have I ever had anything other than “hetero” interests and tendencies. Not that there’s anything wrong with having other types of interests…….It’s just not my thing. And, by the bye, Mike feels the same way. So the chance that we two men were destined for any type of sexual contact or connection simply did not exist. My wife was well aware of this fact. Not to be discouraged however, Karrie began offering little incentives for me to “buy-in” to her plan. Small bribes purposed to get me on-side with her overall objective of connecting myself with her and Mike in, what she believed would be, an actual biological connection. A “blood bonding” as I believe the experts term it; however what my wife had in mind would, I suppose, more aptly qualify as “sperm bonding”.

The first of these “backhanded” gratuities that my wife offered, knowing of course my penchant for cunnilingus; was for me to “go down on her” shortly after she had been with Mike. Yes……the proverbial “cream pie”; although in this case Karrie truly did have a motive other than direct humiliation. Again I must admit that unwrapping this little gift for the first time was a challenge; to say the least. Of course I desired the taste of my wife’s pussy; Karrie’s essence had always been simply yummy!!! Mostly sweet with just a hint of tangy; and assuming the position, on my knees beside the bed; Karrie on her back, legs pulled apart and back, compressing those gorgeous boobs pinned against her rib cage, her delicious pussy spread and set in front of me like a fine dessert after an expensive meal; how much closer to Heaven could I get???

But of course this wasn’t the challenge. The challenge was digesting another man’s cum. Another man’s load which he had recently deposited, with much satisfaction I would bet, into my wife’s eager and waiting pussy. How do I do this?? How do others do this?? And yet staring; almost mesmerized by that soft pink gentle flesh; that gorgeous pussy so very capable of providing any man with real pleasures well beyond the imagination; Karrie’s soft delicious pussy. I had to figure out some way; convince myself somehow that this was doable……Hell…..even enjoyable!!! I had to separate my thoughts; those images running roughshod in my head. I had to compartmentalize things. “This wasn’t about Mike…….This was about Karrie…….Karrie’s pleasure, and mine as well. This wasn’t Mike’s cum making its way out of her opening and onto her thighs……This was part of Karrie. This was her gift to me……A gift that she wanted to share with me….Something that she wanted us to enjoy together!!!” And with that I lowered my protruding tongue, eyes closed, lower and lower until I finally hit pay dirt. And yes, the bitter olive taste was definitely not that of my tasty Karrie, but the sweet nectar was there too, mixed in with the tart and hiding in the crevasses, but it was there. Thank God it was there.

So when Karrie’s finger reappeared in front of me; my foot again on the brake slowing for another car in front of us; beginning its journey upwards towards my already waiting lips, it really was no surprise. To say that I was eager for it, or even that I would enjoy that sour olive taste again, would not be accurate. But certainly understanding my wife's belief, however correct or incorrect it may be, made the task so much easier. And if this was to be my “punishment”……well……then……so be it. A small price to pay for what was surely to follow.

[bihoustonhubby]

Too busy masturbating to reply. Good story. Keep it up.

[OOAA]

Great chapter!!!!

[KarrieKraves]

After returning from a very expensive dinner with my beautiful wife in a very expensive restaurant in Center City; I found myself lying in a very expensive bed in a very expensive Hotel suite, waiting for Karrie to come out of the bathroom and join me. As I nervously waited for her to emerge from her primping I had time to put on one of the two ultra-thin Lifestyle condoms she had allowed me to bring. Given the fact that Karrie no longer took me in her mouth routinely, and since I was already rock hard, I thought there was really no reason for me to wait to do so; perhaps having to waste time fumbling around trying to get it on later.

Now I can almost hear you people wondering how Karrie’s latest decision had come about. Well…… to satisfy all of your curiosities, several months ago now when we decided that I would be using condoms with her on a regular basis, a large part of that decision was made to accommodate the fact that Karrie was seeking a higher level of intimacy with Mike. She wanted to be able to do things for him that she didn’t do for anyone else. To share certain sexual intimacies with him that she didn’t share with anybody else; perhaps would be a more accurate phrasing; with the overall objective of increasing the intimacy level in the relationship they were trying to build as a steady girlfriend-steady boyfriend couple. Of course I had agreed, wanting to support not only my wife in her desires, but also the two of them in terms of being able to indeed get their relationship off to a strong start, and then be able to move it ahead to the next level. The condom issue was only one part of a larger agenda at that time though. What Karrie had ultimately planned for the three of us was that her and Mike would enjoy exclusive fluid bonding activities as a couple. For me as her husband that would mean, in addition to my using condoms during those times she and I actually engaged in intercourse, either vaginal or anal; I would also be denied access to fellatio. Of course deep or “French” kissing was also brought forward as an issue, it also involving an exchange of bodily fluids. However once discussed, everyone involved believed that a husband; Cuckold husband or not, being denied the pleasure of deep kissing with his own wife, would be taking things just a little bit too far.

As far as my feelings on being denied yet another pleasure associated with my gorgeous wife’s body I must admit the challenge was tough. First of all; and again I’m NOT in any way trying to brag, show cause for anyone to envy me, or toot my own horn in any other way; but Karrie’s ability to perform fellatio has always been one of her VERY strong suits. Even during our courtship; and I’m not sure if this particular way of explaining it will make sense or not; but when Karrie was done fellating me, I stayed fellated!!! For at least a few days afterwards, as I moved about performing all of the mundane tasks of my job, and of my life in general, I carried with me a sort of calm feeling of gentle satisfaction which would begin in my cock and radiate upwards; insulating my entire being with this sort of peaceful joyous feeling of well-being and pride. Second; whenever Karrie decided to go down on me she was able to fabricate such a wonderful degree of intimacy between the two of us. Karrie’s blow-jobs were always, in addition to being sloppy of course; given with a lot of effort and energy, performed with love and care, deliberate and focused on a specific goal, and very exacting in nature. They were Karrie’s own personal creations, each similar in effect of course, while at the same time all different and individual in terms of procedure and technique. With a “Karrie-given” blowjob, the journey was always soo much more enjoyable than the actual destination.

On the other hand though, what was I to do?? I mean what other choice did I have?? I could either lend my full blown support on the entire fluid-bonding issue or not. Listening to my wife as she described her expectations and the extent of her wishes surrounding this issue; and the degree of her desire to make the situation she was describing a “new” reality for all three of us; I quickly realized that it was an all or nothing type of scenario. There was going to be no middle ground. I had the option of either going “all the way in” by adding my consent, or risk an unintended veto of her entire plan with my refusal. In the end it really became a “no-brainer”. I mean Karrie, with her thought out and detailed planning wanted this situation to become her reality. Mike, not truly having a grub-steak in the issue, remained for the most part neutral with his opinions and input. And although I now found myself with the balance of power in the matter, I truly wanted a scenario of this nature as well. Certainly I could have lived without some of the restrictions and strict denial that Karrie had outlined. But, generally speaking, this WAS the direction I wished for our “new” marriage to take.

And so as they say, what goes around comes around. Almost as soon as I gave my full consent to begin following Karrie’s new rules, she changed her mind deciding that the initial plan for my total denial of her oral talents was a bit too harsh. “I don’t want this to seem like it’s a punishment Baby” was her explanation before proposing a few revisions. Instead of total denial I would now be faced only with restrictions. Further these restrictions would be introduced gradually or “phased-in” over a period of months. And so about two months ago, after a moderate “weaning off” period, Karrie finally informed me that she had decided, from that point onward; I would experience the pleasure of her mouth during VERY special occasions only!!! On January first, or thereabouts “to start the year off right Baby”. On St. Valentine’s Day, of course in March on my birthday, on July first-our nation’s birthday, the middle of August-the night I first wed my beautiful bride, and last but not least, on Christmas eve “It’ll be part of your Christmas present Baby!!” Needless to say she would continue to service Mike in this manner on a regular basis, just as she had been doing.

Some of you out there are probably thinking the end result of some of our new rules create a rather harsh reality for myself as the husband of such a desirable woman. Perhaps you’re right. I suppose one of the saving graces though is the kindness my wife has demonstrated; tailoring the process to minimize the emotional impact it would have on me. Giving me the option of using the ultra-thin condoms with her was thoughtful. It would have been much more restricting for me in terms of “feeling” her in that magical place; having to use some of the other types available on the market. The weaning period, in terms of my new oral restrictions, was also considerate as it provided me with the opportunity to ready myself for what was to eventually occur. Also the special occasion concessions I’m now privy to, go a long way to include me in our now triangular sex life.

So, all in all, the consequences of the new marriage I vigorously encouraged with my beautiful wife have produced a wide range of effects, both physical and emotional, for me as a now fully Cuckolded husband. And yes…..I’d be less than honest if I were to lead you guys to believe that much of what I’ve confronted so far hasn’t been a challenge. I suppose it all comes with the territory though. I just thank God that I have a wife as considerate, kind and generous as my Karrie to navigate the mostly unpredictable waters of this intense and incredible journey.

Checking the clock on the bedside table just now, I can’t help but notice Karrie has been in the bathroom so far for just under forty minutes. What is it with women and bathrooms anyway?????

[jthemanifest]

You sir are an excellent writer.

[Mrfixitforyou]

Dont ever stop writing. Most of all dont ever stop writing this story.
What a cuckhold thinks about or wants is way beyond my comprehension. However when those thoughts are expressed with the skill and precision that you bring I can almost get it.

Until this story I had been feeling sorry for our cuck. I disliked mike and damn near despise his wife at this moment. I get the cuck thing but something has to be exclusively mine. Sorry Mike no ass for you buddy.
The fellatio should have been negotiated at least that way she could appreciate that her husband appreciates her efforts in that area. He stated that he stayed fellated after she did it. Well the fiirst and fifteenth along with the special days is when I want it.
I dont get the denial thing.
What I do get is a beautiful story told by a master story teller. Oh yeah partners in a marriage should elevate each other. Even a cuck marriage.
Write on I am a fan

[KarrieKraves]

Within a minute of my querying about what my beautiful wife was up to, sequestered in the bathroom of our expensive hotel suite in Center City for just about forty minutes; the bathroom door opened and she appeared standing in front of me. Facing me bare feet, toenails reflecting an even brighter shade of red against the almost transparent skin of her delicate sexy feet, wearing only the thick white Terry-robe with the expensive-Hotel insignia embroidered above her right boob, she stood there motionless; more angelic than human, like some apparition. Perhaps something straight out of an old Charles Dickens tale; although in my own opinion maybe “Goddess” would be the more accurate terminology. The ethereal Karrie; I was once again mesmerized instantly; frozen by her presence and delicate grace. MY GOD!!!! What had I done to deserve such a beautiful wife!!!

Now forty-four, Karrie had already entered the milf-hood a few years ago. Standing 5’ 7.5” tall and 135lbs. her body was firm and curvy. With her baby blue eyes, sharply sculpted nose and chin, light colored locks with ringlets flowing down almost to the middle of her back; she was a classic example of her Celtic heritage. But it was the less obvious, more inconspicuous features that God had gifted her with that put her over the top; elevating her rank from desirable woman to classic beauty, before finally stopping at Angel or Goddess. Her snow white, almost transparent skin. The way her body height was proportioned. Her long straight legs and well defined calves. Her long delicate fingers and toes. The prominent almost circular condyles of her ankles and her delicate sexy feet with their uncommonly high arch. Physically she was a work of art; but it was more; so much more than even that. It was her poise, her grace, her gentle manner, the way she conducted herself. When God was finished with my Karrie I’m sure he gave himself a pat on the back. Karrie could also be deceptive. A chameleon she was; with all of the varied and different versions of herself that she could project. Grade school librarian by day; street corner whore by night. That was my Karrie. A genuine blonde wavy haired Mrs. Robinson, who was sure to have every cock in the grade twelve home room rock-hard at Hello.

Suddenly and without warning the Goddess spoke. “Baby…..I’ll only be another minute. I promised Mike I would phone tonight and I don’t want to keep him up waiting for my call.” And with that she picked up her phone and disappeared back behind the closed door of the bathroom. Ahh……The Waiting Game again. Since my becoming a Cuckold husband I had become so very well acquainted with the waiting game.

And as I lie there I found my thoughts returning to a road now well-traveled……Very well-traveled in fact. Why did I choose to live my life this way?? Going back over all of the attention and consideration I had given this question; searching the various Lifestyle related websites, messaging with others whom, like me, lived their lives in similar fashion, and simply assessing and reassessing my own thoughts and theories; chasing them around and around in my head like a cat trying to catch its own tail, I came to a few conclusions. The first and maybe most significant being, that instead of my searching for, or trying to establish one single main or “root” cause for this obsession of trying to grow my fantasy into actual reality; the truth that seemed to be emerging was; like a sapling that matures over time into a blossoming tree, there are many roots, one seeming to grow or stem from another.

The second conclusion I had come to was that; like the proverbial onion, the Cuckold Lifestyle contains several different layers and intertwined levels. And just when you think you have figured out or mastered one level; you are automatically transported to the next. Also everyone involved in playing this game; including couples, poly-couples, threesomes, foursomes, more-somes, and even me; the perpetually confused and mixed up participant that I am; appeared to be playing according to their own set of rules, and playing up to their own level of competence. I mean even in my own “new” sexual triad; although we all agreed to common rules, shared in common experiences, and followed a common game plan; me, my wife, and her boyfriend; all had different goals, desires, and expectations, connected to the very same situations and experiences that we shared in common.

The third significant conclusion that I had developed; clearly the simplest and most straight forward of the three was; Who the fuck really cares anyway??? I mean is it really that important to know all of the WHYS?? And I suppose this is part of what I was getting at when I mentioned that everyone seems to play the game at their own level. If Karrie is spending the night over at Mike’s place, having her brains roughly fucked out over and over at Mike’s leisure; and I stay at home unable to fall asleep because of the state of sexual euphoria I’m experiencing creating images in my brain of the two of them fucking; are the “whys” of the situation really crucial at that point?? Or do I simply want to eventually settle into slumber-land?? If I walk around the house with a cock soo stiff and hard that I imagine it actually blowing up, bursting into tiny pieces; am I really concerned why I think the way that I do?? Or do I just want to satisfy the demands of my erection?? If my wife is becoming so physically and emotionally attached to her boyfriend that I am worried to death that she will replace me with him; but the threat and danger and uncertainty of pushing the envelope in this way is producing a sexual high so strong within me, that doing anything which would stop, even slow down, the momentum in her relationship with him is unthinkable; do I really need to know why I have encouraged things as I have?? Or do I simply want my wife to enjoy herself before returning back to myself and our marriage??

Suddenly the bathroom door opened and my Goddess re-emerged; causing all the conjuring and speculation in my head to vaporize. Looking at me as if evaluating; her eyes warm and inviting, her smile wide; she once again began to speak. Eight little words. That’s all. Insignificant in any other circumstance, or spoken in any other sequence or order. But coming from the mouth of my amazing wife; my Karrie; the statement was GRAND; the announcement almost surreal. Jobs have been lost for less. People have been killed for less!! Entire countries have gone to war for less!!!!! For as she smiled soo warmly, and moved her mouth so calmly, my entire world was changed. An ordinary question from a very extraordinary woman.

“BABY…..ARE…..YOU….READY…..TO……HAVE……YOUR……..TURN?????”

[OOAA]

ufffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff soooo great!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Mrfixitforyou]

Kudos again you have captured and held my attention during this long wait. I dont understand the cuckhold mind although I love the stories. He must be taking a very long view of thier marriage and what it means for him in the end.
What a huge gamble. He is practicing paitience beyond belief. Now cuck or not. Im not going to be denied long. I have been and both of those bitches are in the wind.
If we are together for six months the pussy is no longer exclusively yours. We sharing it and denying me access is the same as turning in your key. Games I love to play as long as they stay games
She denies primary. Oh I understand that wifey and hubby are having some level of fun. However too many mike interuptions are not fun. If I am interuppting mike and her fine.
If its just a one way street where he interupts me. Then fuck her, mike and the horse he rode in on. He can love another woman and another woman can love him. Let her and mike love each other and the new man or woman to complete their triangle I love this story keep it coming

[KarrieKraves]

I stared at her unable to open my mouth, clearly unable to speak. She stared at me, of course knowing what my answer would be, but at the same time wanting me to confirm it. Wanting me to validate her. Wishing me to endorse my desire for her body, for her being. Karrie wanted to establish the roles we would be playing tonight, immediately. Hers the alpha; mine the beta. She stood there…….calmly waiting. I had to do something; establish myself as someone beta. The receptionist who greets her boss “Good morning Sir.” as she walks through the door or steps off the elevator. Swallowing hard I was able to manage “I’ve been looking forward to this for so long Sweetie” my dry throat uncooperative and causing me to croak. It worked. Our roles now cemented, Karrie’s smile widened.

She moved across the room towards me, still bare feet; those ballerina arches causing her to float as if she was weightless. As she approached the big bed, almost touching it’s side with her knees she stopped; calculating, deciding on the best plan of action. A race car idling at a stop light. Looking up at her I was beyond hard. I knew full well what was under the fluffy white robe. And I knew what my Karrie could do with the tools she possessed; the pleasure she could manufacture once her mind was made up. Hands held gently in front of her, the red brilliance of her nail polish was almost blinding; the strawberry smell of her favorite shampoo intoxicating. My eyes catching on the garments embroidery, “Center City Inn and Suites”; the stylized lettering following the contour of my wife’s heavy right breast reminded me of a long train curving its way up a treacherous mountain track. And following the thick white material downwards to its hem, stopping well above my wife’s knee; I felt my face flush with excitement; anticipation. I could just make out the fragrance of the hotel soap she had used between her legs. If I didn’t pull myself together I was certain I would black-out with desire.

Then in one smooth motion Karrie pulled the robe’s front tie, letting the garment fall open while shrugging it off her shoulders and catching it in both hands behind her. As she bent forward, carefully placing it over the back of a nearby chair I was hypnotized by those heavy breasts as they gently swayed to and fro, accentuating my wife’s silky white nudity. Her she was, standing in front of me. So close I could hold my hand out and touch her; feel those soft gentle charms if I dared. My Goddess. I felt my cock twitch as I imagined how frequently Mike must have enjoyed this very same view over the past several months.

Turning her attention to me now she was unable to stifle a little giggle as she noticed my readiness in the condom. “Umm……Someone’s anxious to get things started….aren’t they??” A rhetorical question indeed. Then smiling, she took my cock in her hand, gently measuring my full circumference between her index finger and thumb. “Oooo!!.....You’re hard as a rock Baby!!” “Do I measure up??” I asked playfully. “Ummm…….Mike’s still way thicker Baby!!” she smiled wryly. “That’s just cruel!!” I retorted.

Karrie had put me in my place right then. As much as I hated her doing it I knew it was something necessary; something I needed to feel. That’s the way it was whenever she worked herself into teasing mode; she was able to sense my need and respond to it. And although I didn’t necessarily relish it, it was something I needed to experience. Something that was mandatory to maintain the mood between us; forcing me to acknowledge who was alpha, and who was beta. It always made me cringe once she had started. I just hoped she wouldn’t go overboard. This could indeed be one of those nights.

As Karrie put one of her legs up and over, straddling herself across my flat body in an effort to get over to the other side of the bed, my attention was immediately drawn to two new markings; two small, round dark-red bruises, close to and on opposite sides, just bordering the red pigment of the areola on her right breast. With evidence of last week’s bruises still visible on her left breast, both of her boobs now carried Mike’s personal signature. “When did Mike give you these??” I sounded frustrated, and Karrie immediately picked up on that as she shot back in a defensive tone “It must have been this morning…..It’s nothing to worry about though! They’ll go away! You always get so sensitive whenever he leaves a little mark Baby!!” “I swear….He does it on purpose!! Whenever he knows we’re going to be together!!......Just so I can’t forget.” I countered. Giggling now, she pointed out “You boys…..You’re all alike you know! When he leaves marks you complain! When he knows I’m going to be with you he’s more rough with me!” “What!!....What do you mean he’s rough with you!!.....Was he rough with you this morning??” I asked now visibly concerned. Whatever the relationship status was between the three of us; nobody was going to intentionally harm my wife. “No!!.....Not like that Baby. Calm down!! I mean he was just into it……You know. When we made love this morning he got a bit carried away. He just took me a bit harder and faster than he usually does….That’s all…..It’s just something that gets in his head. You’re probably right though; It does seem to happen more when he knows you’re going to have your turn. It was all good though…..Nothing to worry about Baby.….Okay!!”

“Okay” I finally said, resigning myself from the fact. “Did you cum??” I suddenly asked on impulse. I don’t know why; I just couldn’t help myself. Fuck!!! I had done it again; placed myself in a situation where my weakness; my curiosity; was exposed. I had put my beta status on display, allowing a chance for my wife’s alpha to score. Karrie caught my slip up immediately. She didn’t answer me right away; allowing me time to stew in the juices of my own weakness; my lack of willpower. And although the time lapse was only a few seconds it felt like a few hours. Then with another wicked grin making its way across my wife’s face, she coyly responded, taking her time to ensure that her delivery would produce maximum effect. “When??.......You mean this morning………Making love with Mike??........Of course I came Baby!!!....…..I cum every time with Mike!!!..…..You know that!!!”

Karrie the Goddess-one. Ed the Cuckold-no score!!!!

Behind my wife’s back, completely hidden from her view, I could feel my cock twitch; forcing the walls of its rubber wrapper with each pulse........once………twice.

Fuck was I hard!!!!!!!!!!!