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My Birthday Present (m -- m/f, unfaithful)
Since I can never tell whether stories I read online are real or
fiction, let me begin by telling you that the following is true -- if
you want to credit it to anyone's imagination, my wife gets the
credit!
On Friday, the day before my birthday, my wife handed me a card, one
of those gag-greetings. On the outside it said,
I want to tell you about the great birthday present I thought
of for you.
On the inside it continued...
I might as well tell you about it, since I didn't actually get
it! Below that, she wrote:
For your birthday, I'm not giving you anything. However, I am
giving something very special to Jay. I have invited him to come over
today, and to spend 48 hours with me. I will play with him, have sex
with him, and sleep with him all weekend. And, you will get to fulfill
your fantasy: you will watch me have sex with another man.
The only requirement is that you agree, absolutely and
completely, to do anything that he or I ask of you. If you do not, or
if you argue, we will lock you out of the house for the remainder of
the weekend, and you will see nothing.
If you agree, then go to the phone and invite Jay to come
over. He is waiting for your call.
Happy birthday!
I couldn't believe what I had read. For a few years, Hilary had been
having occasional "flings" with guys, and she would always come home
and tell me about them afterward. But I had never seen it happen, and
she was right -- it was a great turn-on. I agreed immediately, and
picked up the phone to call Jay.
Now, our long-time friend Jay refers to himself as a "quadrisexual --
I'll do anything with anyone for a quarter." He actually doesn't mean
that, but I could see why Hilary picked him; he's a good looking guy,
and the chances of his saying no were very small!
"What do I say to him?" I asked, as I held the phone in my hand.
"Beats me," she answered. Taking a deep breath, I dialed. When I heard
my friend's voice, I swallowed and said, "I'd be very happy if you'd
come over and spend a couple of days with my wife." "I bet you would,"
he answered, "So listen -- I'm only going to ask this once: Do you
really want me to do this? I want to be friends when this is over, and
Hilary said I should be pretty tough on you." I didn't exactly know
what that meant, but I croaked out that it was just fine with me. "OK,
then do you understand the rules?" I said I did. "Good, then I want
you to get her all ready for me. I want her clean, and dressed nicely.
Got it?" Again, I said I did. "Oh, and one more thing. I want you to
take out the dictionary, look up the word 'cuckold,' and write the
definition on a large piece of oaktag. See you in an hour." And he
hung up.
When I got off the phone, Hilary grinned and handed me a piece of
yellow oaktag. So, I made this sign, in my best handwriting (given
that my hands wouldn't stop shaking):
CUCKOLD: (n) A man with an unfaithful wife.
As I wrote, Hilary looked over my shoulder. When I finished, I looked
up at her and asked, "Well, are you going to be?" "What, unfaithful?
If you're asking whether I'll still love you, of course I will. But if
you're asking whether he'll turn me on, and whether I'll kick you out
of our bed and invite him in for a few days, you'd better believe it!"
she laughed.
I was starting to understand what Jay meant by being pretty tough on
me.
So we got undressed, and got in the shower. As I washed her, per Jay's
directions, she kept teasing me about how hard I was, and about how
wasted my erection would be. At one point, my cock brushed against her
-- mostly by accident. She glared at me, and said (much more seriously
than I expected) that if "it" touched her again, she would get ready
alone. I didn't detect any joking in her voice, so from then on I did
everything short of gymnastics to keep "it" away from her body.
We finished in the shower, and she told me to choose her clothes. The
blouse and slacks weren't too difficult, but I nearly exploded as I
sifted through her underwear, choosing the "right ones" for her date.
Guys, if you've ever thought about this happening with your wife,
imagine what it's like to choose which bra she will wear, which
panties she will wear, as she meets the guy who will take them off her
-- I couldn't breathe. I chose matching, light blue silk panties and
bra, and laid them out before her.
"Nice choice. I think he'll like these," she grinned. "I'll be sure to
tell him you chose them."
When she was dressed, she told me to go downstairs and wait for Jay.
He arrived 20 minutes later -- the longest 20 minutes I've ever lived.
When he came in, we said hi, then he saw the oaktag sign. "I'm not
going to keep her, you know. I'm just going to have fun with her for a
few days, then you can have her back. But in those few days, I'm going
to do everything I can to make sure that sign is about you. So,
where's my woman?"
I went upstairs, and told Hilary that he had arrived. I guess she had
been thinking about him, too, because she looked... well, she looked
*ready.* A thought struck me, and I asked her how long they had been
planning this little surprise. "About a month," she said. "At first,
we called back and forth to make all the arrangements. Then, we
realized that we had finished all the arrangements, and we were really
just calling to talk dirty to each other!" I hesitated, then asked if
they had actually done anything before this. "Nope," she smiled. "we
waited for you." With this, she went down the stairs ahead of me, and
they locked in an embrace which surprised me for its passion --
clearly, they HAD been waiting for this a long time.
We ate dinner together. Actually, not together: the two of them
virtually ignored me, and acted like newlyweds. They kept kissing,
touching, caressing, and whispering in each other's ear, as I sat and
watched. After dinner, we watched an X-rated movie, which only
increased their passion and their displays of affection. Yet, while
Jay would stroke her breasts through her blouse, and she would do the
same to his trousers, they didn't unbutton or take off anything.
Personally, I was horny enough to burst, but they kept up a good 2
hours of gentle foreplay.
When the second movie finally ended, Jay looked at Hilary and asked
her if she was ready for bed. "For bed, yes -- but I'm sure not ready
to sleep!" she answered. He smiled, and the two of them turned to me
(really for the first time that evening); they looked like the cat
that ate the canary. Hilary said, softly but deliberately, "Don, go
upstairs and get a pillow, a blanket, and anything you'll need for
tonight, and make your bed in the living room."
"WHAT??" I shouted. "I'm sleeping down here? You said I would be able
to watch you!" I was mad, and frustrated -- I didn't give a damn about
my agreement to do what they told me!
"Aah, read the card, dear. It says you will watch me, and you will.
But it doesn't say you'll watch EVERY TIME, and tonight is just for my
lover and me. You are to stay downstairs, and if you so much as set a
foot on the stairs, you're out of here. But if you're a good boy, and
do as we say, we'll leave the door open so you can hear us. So, run
along and make your bed, so I can take Jay into ours."
Dammit, she was right. It did say that, and obviously, they had
planned this all along. So, I got a pillow and a blanket, plus a large
jar of Vaseline, and sat down in the living room. They walked together
to the stairs, and just as they were about to go up, Jay broke away
from her. He walked across the room, and pointed at the sign. "Read it
to me," he commanded.
I looked at him, saw the bulge sticking out through his pants, and
said, "Cuckold: A man with an unfaithful wife."
He smiled a tremendous smile, turned back to Hilary, and as they
started up the stairs together he said, "Good night, cuckold."
It was quiet for about 5 minutes, as I wondered if I would hear
anything at all that night. From where I sat on the couch, I could see
about halfway up the stairs; I had no idea if sound would carry that
far. Suddenly, like a fluttering leaf, Hilary's blouse came floating
down the stairs. I stared at it, in utter disbelief: in the most
discreet way, they were taunting me -- Hilary was up there with Jay,
and she was not wearing her blouse!
Just about the time I thought I had accepted this thought, and I had
stripped off my own pants and underwear, a louder thud signaled the
arrival of her slacks. I went over to them and picked them up, then
decided to lay them out on the floor; by seeing what she *wasn't*
wearing, I got a good idea of what she must look like to him. Next to
arrive was Jay's shirt, which I dutifully placed next to hers; I
realized that pretty soon, I'd have two complete sets of clothing --
and they would have each other.
Jay's pants were followed by Hilary's bra -- that light blue bra I
chose for her this afternoon. As I placed it neatly on top of her
blouse, I knew that Jay could see, and feel my wife's breasts; nothing
shielded them from him anymore. I waited, almost without breathing,
for the next arrival, wondering whose underwear would come first. I
waited and waited, wondering if they had given up on throwing stuff
down to me, when a small ball of fabric plopped onto the bottom step.
It was Hilary's panties -- tied together around the lower front of
Jay's underwear. I picked the ball up and understood the clear
message: Hilary's legs were going to be wrapped around Jay's cock. I
looked at the light blue silk panties wrapped around the black cotton
Jockeys, and I came.
After I came, I slumped down to sit against the wall. I surveyed their
clothing spread out in front of me, the interlaced ball of underwear
in my hand, and my cum all over my legs and the floor. I guess I sat
there for 10 minutes or so, but I could not say exactly. Then, I heard
-- or thought I heard -- a soft sound, "Ohhhhh."
I listened carefully: had I heard it, or imagined it? A minute went
by, then more clearly, "Ohhhh, god." I smiled; I knew that sound.
Hilary moaned softly once again, then very clearly I heard, "Ohhh,
god, that's good. Lick me, please, lick my clit. Please don't stop,
Jay."
And then it hit me, like a hard blow to my stomach. Of course I knew
that sound -- it was the sound my wife makes when we make love. Her
most private, intimate sound... only, I wasn't in the room with her;
Jay was. For all the times she had told me about fucking another guy,
I had never heard it happen; I had never heard him pleasing her. But
clearly, Jay was pleasing her. "OHHHHH! God! Don't stop, Jay, I'm.....
cumming!
I couldn't resist smiling; I was glad she was having fun, and I was
hard again, so obviously, it was all right with me, too. Besides, I
knew he would fuck her now; she liked to cum once before fucking, so
it wouldn't be long not. I waited to hear the next step...
But what I heard, I wasn't ready for: she came again, and it was
obviously from his tongue once again. She NEVER did that; once I
licked her to an orgasm, she wanted nothing but to fuck. What was
going on here? I thought about it only until I heard her cum once
again, followed by her begging him to fuck her.
Guys, I ask you to imagine this, because I can't find the words to
describe how I felt. I heard my wife, in her deepest, horniest voice,
BEGGING Jay to "fuck me, please fuck me, please stick your cock in me,
god I've got to have it now, PLEASE!" She wanted him -- not me, him --
and it was obvious she wanted him a lot. And then, "Ohhh, yes, baby,
yes. Ohhh, all the way, please, yes, all the.... ohhhh, godddddd!" My
friend, Jay, had just slid his penis into my wife, and made her cum.
Almost against my will, I looked at the sign:
CUCKOLD: (n) A man with an unfaithful wife.
and I remembered Jay's promise: "I'm going to do everything I can to
make sure that sign is about you."
Yes, he did.
The rest of their lovemaking is a complete blur to me; I can't tell
you how many times my wife cried out that she was cumming; I only know
it was far more than she ever came with me. The sounds of one orgasm
blended into the next, and in fact, she told me days later that she
reached a point at which she just kept cumming. What jolted me out of
my haze was a new sound, one I had never heard. There was a deep moan;
far deeper than her voice could be. "Uuuunnngggh." With each
repetition, the sound remained the same, only louder. I understood,
then, that while we had known Jay for a long time, we had never heard
him cum -- until now. Hilary and I were both about to hear him cum:
me, at the bottom of the stairs, and she, wrapped in his arms, with
his penis wrapped in the folds of her vagina.
As his groans grew toward a climax, she was silent. He reached a point
at which his "uuuunnngggh" changed pitch, and as it did, Hilary let
out a single, piercing scream; a sound I had never, ever heard from my
wife. As the two sounds mixed together, they filled me with lust, with
envy, with jealousy and with fear, and I came harder than I ever had
in my life.
I must have fallen asleep right there on the floor, because the next
thing I knew, Jay was telling me to wake up. I opened my eyes, and saw
that it was morning -- and, that Jay was standing in front of me,
naked. I looked for the first time at the penis which had done that to
my wife; I didn't say anything, but evidently, I didn't have to. "I
kept my promise," he said, "but obviously, you know that. Your wife is
a great lay, and I'm looking forward to the rest of this weekend. It's
going to be a while before she's faithful to you again." As he spoke,
his semi-limp cock bounced in front of my face, like a conductor's
baton. "Now, here are your instructions: First, clean up this place,
clean up yourself, and bring breakfast to us in our bed. Second, we
decided that we worked really hard last night, and we deserve
recognition for our effort, so from now on, your official name is
'cuckold.' And third.... happy birthday."
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