****My Birthday Present****
****Part 1


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 now. 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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****My Birthday Present****
****Part 2


That morning held yet one additional shock for me. After Jay went back 
upstairs, I showered quickly, dressed, and prepared breakfast for all 
three of us, as he had instructed. When it was ready, I took it up to the 
bedroom. The door was closed, so I politely knocked. When the door 
opened, I nearly dropped the tray: there, in front of me, stood my wife 
-- MY wife -- completely naked.

Now, I had seen her clothing come down the stairs; I had heard all the 
sounds which emanated from her, and from him, the previous night. But 
suddenly, I was staring my naked wife in the face (among other things), 
with Jay lying in bed behind her, smiling from ear to ear. The picture of 
her standing there: her skin, her nipples, her belly, her bush all 
exposed, will stay with me to the day I die. My wife and her lover were 
naked, in our bedroom, and I was standing there with a breakfast tray! 
She took the tray from me without saying a word, turned her (naked) back, 
and closed the door. As I made my way shakily down the stairs, she called 
out,  "We'll be down in a while, cuckold."

For years I had been thinking about her and her "dates"; I thought I had 
imagined everything there was to imagine. But I was wrong. Guys, there is 
NOTHING which can prepare you for seeing your wife naked with another 
man! So, I sat in the living room, hard as a rock, replaying what I had 
just seen for less than a minute -- and which Jay had seen, and felt, all 
night long. Then it struck me: I just brought breakfast into my own 
bedroom, for my wife and her lover. The sign was right: my wife had been 
unfaithful to me, and I was her cuckold.

After a while they came downstairs, ready for the day. They sat down 
opposite me in the living room, their hands and arms falling naturally on 
each other. Hilary said, "Well, today's the day. You WILL get to watch us 
today, no tricks or surprises. But, we have an offer to make you; it's 
completely up to you if you accept it or not.

"Tonight, we're going to have sex, and you are welcome to watch. After we 
fuck, we plan to send you out of the room, and we'll spend the rest of 
tonight and all of tomorrow together, without you; once is all you were 
promised.. But, we realized last night that it's *so* messy when we fuck, 
that we really needed a 'clean-up man.' So, if you WANT to be our 
clean-up man, you'll be welcome to watch whatever we do, for the rest of 
the weekend."

I was pretty sure I knew the answer, but I asked anyway: "What do I have 
to clean up?"

"Well," she smiled, "I told Jay how you like to lick my lovers' cum out 
of my pussy after I get fucked, and he said he'd really like to see that 
happen. But HE was messy, too -- so you would have to lick him clean 
before I let you touch me.

"Besides," she continued, "it's really the least you could do for him. He 
made me feel so good last night, and I know you want to thank him. Don't 
you?"

Now, I had never -- NEVER -- touched a guy's cock. I hadn't even seen one 
up close, until Jay waved his in my face that morning. As much as I was 
into this, I really, really could not imagine myself doing what they 
asked. But.... the sight of my wife naked with him was still haunting me, 
and I knew I wanted to see more -- much more. Almost without thinking, I 
mumbled, "OK."

We went out driving, ending up at a mall far from our home; this gave 
them the opportunity to "play" all day, without fear of anyone 
recognizing us. Of course, I drove and the two of them sat in back, 
playing games with each other the whole way. Now, my favorite kind of 
cake has always been (honestly) Boston Cream Pie. I won't describe the 
numerous jokes on this which I heard the whole day, but Hilary did say 
she sure as hell wasn't going to put candles on it!

In the mall, they walked around like lovers: holding hands, arms around 
each other's waist, stopping from time to time to kiss. Jay, especially, 
did his best to call me "cuckold" as people walked past; usually they 
didn't notice, but some would stop and look with curiosity. I was 
learning that not everyone knows the meaning of the word -- a fact which 
made things at least moderately easier.

As we ate lunch, Hilary said, rather matter-of-factly, that she was 
really going to concentrate on keeping Jay excited all day; that way, he 
would cum as much as possible when they fucked, and I would have that 
much more to lick up. Jay looked at her as she spoke, and added, "Well, 
then I guess when I cum in you, I shouldn't pull out right away. If I 
wait until my cock gets soft, then the walls of your pussy won't wipe all 
the cum off me as I pull out." They spoke about this as if they were 
planning a picnic or an evening at the movies, and I -- in excitement, 
fear and embarrassment -- listened silently.

This went on all day. We played in Victoria's Secret, where I ended up 
paying for a new bra and panties set which Jay picked out for Hilary, and 
which he made as public as possible that HE was picking it out, and I was 
paying. We stopped at a restroom, so she could change into her new 
"outfit," then went out to dinner. I didn't even try to eat; it would 
have been impossible. They spoke to each other, from casual conversation 
to intimate sex talk, ignoring me completely, for what seemed like hours. 
Finally, Jay turned to me and said, "Come on, cuckold, it's time for you 
to watch me fuck your wife."

We drove home in silence. I knew this was what I wanted, but so many 
emotions were racing through me that I didn't know which one was "me." I 
was excited -- very, very excited. The past 24 hours had raised me to a 
level which was far beyond horny. They say the most erotic organ in the 
body is the brain, and Jay and Hilary had been playing with my brain 
nonstop. I was also embarrassed. There was no way for me to hide how 
excited I was about this, and even if I could, they were making such an 
issue of cuckolding me that I couldn't avoid it. I can't tell you how 
many times they said it that day, and I don't know which was more 
intense: having Jay tell me what he was going to do to my wife, or having 
my wife tell me how much she wanted it. So, fantasy and reality were 
about to collide in front of me, ready or not.

END OF PART 2; SEE PART 3 FOR THE CONCLUSION
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****My Birthday Present****
****Part 3


We arrived home, and Jay told me to bring a dining room chair into the 
bedroom. I did, and the two of them followed me. When I put the chair 
down, Jay said, "Now strip." I did, but as I removed my underwear, I 
realized I was much more self-conscious than I expected. Of course, the 
two of them would get undressed, too, but I felt like an outsider; I felt 
as if I had just undressed in public, or in front of another couple. 
Another couple -- my wife and Jay!

After they made the obvious comments about what a waste it was that I had 
an erection, since no one was going to do anything with it, Jay told me 
to sit down and get comfortable. With that, he pulled out a roll of duct 
tape! As he taped my wrists to the arms of the chair, he explained, "We 
don't want you interfering with your cuckolding." When I promised I 
wouldn't interfere, but I wanted to be able to jerk off while I watched, 
he laughed. "You don't understand, do you? We're not doing this FOR you, 
we're doing it TO you. Your job is to sit there and watch me fuck your 
wife." Then, for good measure, he taped my ankles to the chair legs. 
Honestly, I felt like I was in the electric chair; not only the position 
I was in, but the feeling that something was going to happen to me. It's 
amazing how much you can shake while your hands and feet are strapped 
down!

Then, before my eyes, my friend and my wife had sex.

They stood right in front of me and kissed each other deeply; even as I 
say it, a chill just ran down my spine. They didn't stop; as they kissed, 
their hands wandered over each other's clothing: his hands running over 
her breasts, between her legs, caressing her ass; hers spending most of 
their time rubbing the bulge in his pants. Finally, he began to unbutton 
her blouse; as he did, he whispered something in her ear. She smiled, and 
looked right at me the whole time he was unbuttoning and removing her 
blouse; the unspoken message was, "Look what he is doing to me." As her 
skin was exposed, I felt like... like the expression "fucking with your 
brain" was really happening; it was as if I was having sex, but 
untouched.

Jay spent some time playing with Hilary's nipples through her bra -- the 
bra I had just bought for her. Her nipples grew so hard, and, standing 
sideways to me, they pointed at him as the tent in his pants pointed to 
her. Then, with another whisper in her ear, he unbuttoned and unzipped 
her slacks; as he lowered them down her legs, she again looked directly 
at me. They didn't make a sound, and I watched in amazement as my wife 
stood, clothed only in her underwear, in front of another man.

Jay began to run his fingers between her legs, never going inside her 
panties. She responded by moving in rhythm with his strokes; gently at 
first, then harder. I recognized the movement, and as I realized it, she 
came; a gentle sigh of an orgasm, and fell into his arms. Guys, believe 
me: if it is your fantasy to watch your wife do this, the first moment 
her lover makes her cum is one you will never forget. Up to that point, 
she maintained her cool; after that, she was, unquestionably, his. He 
made her cum, he saw and felt her at her most private, personal moment, 
that which I had only felt when she was in my arms. But now she was in 
Jay's arms, and she kissed him the way lovers kiss after cumming. I was 
SO excited; my cock was so hard, it felt like it wanted to jump off me 
and join them. I couldn't even touch it; my hands were bound, and it 
stuck up too far for my legs to be able to rub against it. But they 
didn't stop.

By now, Hilary had the idea: every time Jay took off something she was 
wearing, she looked at me. And so it was as he reached behind her, 
unhooked her bra, and gently slid it off each shoulder. He paused for 
just a moment before exposing her nipples; we both understood what it 
meant. As he uncovered them, he looked at my wife's naked bosom; she 
looked at me, and I looked at the two of them. Jay took her right breast 
-- the one closest to me -- in his hand, and began feeling her and then 
rubbing her nipple. It seemed to grow even harder in response to his 
touch, as did I. Then he knelt in front of her, took her entire areola in 
his mouth, and began sucking; at the same time, his hand returned to the 
space between her legs, and the dance started once again. Hilary looked 
down, watching him intently, until she came loudly, beginning with small 
gasps and growing into loud cries of "Aaauuuugggh!" as her body shook. I 
was out of my mind with excitement, and yes, with jealousy: he was doing 
a good job on her.

After her spasms subsided, Hilary had one more opportunity to look at me, 
as Jay lowered her panties down her legs, and she lifted each foot for 
him to slip them off. Now she was naked; and to my surprise, she walked 
the two steps over to me and stood in front of me. For a full minute she 
stood there, not saying anything; it was torture of the ultimate degree, 
as I kept looking at her nude body inches from me, but completely 
untouchable. Then she spoke, so softly I had to strain to hear her.

"Now I'm going to fuck Jay, right in front of you, and there's not a 
thing you can do about it. You can't stop it, and you can't jerk off. 
Just sit and watch: I am going to cuckold you right in front of your 
eyes."

With that, she turned back to Jay. Where he had removed her clothes 
slowly, tenderly, she basically ripped his off him. She pulled his shirt 
over his head, opened his pants button and zipper with a single motion, 
and slowed down only long enough to drag his pants off his legs. With one 
more wave of her hands, his underwear was on the floor, too, and she -- 
and I -- stared directly at his erect penis. I had seen his organ once 
before, early that morning, but then it was somewhat soft. Now it stood 
straight out, curving up toward Hilary's chin. He was about the same size 
as me, but where the crown of my cock is almost the same width as the 
shaft, his had a mushroom-cap head. I stared in awe: that penis was going 
to penetrate my wife's body, and at the end, it was going to ejaculate in 
her. I pictured his semen flowing through that hose, filling her up; then 
without wanting to, I thought about my promise to lick it clean when they 
were done. I honestly can't tell you if that thought made me excited, or 
if I was just too excited by the whole thing to care anymore. 

I continued to stare, as Hilary knelt and took that mushroom-cap into her 
mouth. She licked and sucked him, first concentrating on the tip, then 
licking down the shaft, and finally taking most of him into her mouth. 
Jay loved it, that much was clear; he began shaking, his muscles 
contracting in his legs and arms, as he did his best to keep from 
cumming. Hilary has gone down on me many times, but watching her lips 
spread to their widest to take in another man's organ was breathtaking. I 
knew I couldn't hold out much longer; I realized that I was actually 
moaning softly along with Jay. It was as if I could feel each lick -- 
after all, I knew exactly how she was making him feel. But every second, 
I was reminded by the scene in front of me that she was making HIM feel 
it, not me.

Finally, he lifted her by her arms and kissed her. Then he laid her back 
on the bed. She moved up to rest her head on the pillow, and as he 
climbed onto the bed she spread her legs for him.

Jay knelt over her, his cock inches from her pussy, and he paused. He 
turned to me and said, "You know, I realized something while I was 
fucking Hilary last night. I realized that if my job is to help her 
cuckold her husband, then the missionary position is definitely called 
for. Look at your wife: tits pointing up at me, belly heaving up and down 
with her excitement, and her beautiful legs spread wide. So, what was 
that definition again?"

I thought it was a rhetorical question, but he waited for me to answer. I 
tried, but at first my voice just would not work. I tried again, and 
barely squeaked out, "Cuckold: a man with an unfaithful wife."

"Right! So, I ask you: does your wife look like she's being faithful to 
you? Look at her -- really LOOK at her. Does she?"

Hilary was lying naked on our bed, arms around Jay's neck, legs splayed 
to the sides, panting for him to fuck her. "No," I said quietly.

With that, he turned to Hilary. "What do you want?" he asked.

Without a second's hesitation, she fired back, "I want you to fuck me."

"Not good enough," he responded.

Hilary was moving her hips like a wild woman, trying to "snag" his cock 
with her pussy, but he kept it away from her. "PLEASE fuck me, Jay! 
Please, I want you to fuck me NOW!" she screamed, her face flushed and 
her breath coming in short gasps.

"Sorry, not good enough," he replied softly.

Then she got it.

She looked directly at me -- at ME! -- and said, "I don't want you. I 
want Jay."

That was the magic phrase. As she finished the words, before she could 
even turn her head back to look at him, he slid his penis into her. With 
one slow, gentle stroke, he buried his whole cock in my wife's pussy. As 
he entered, her legs flew up into the air, then locked themselves around 
his back. A sound came from her lips, but not from her lips: it was from 
as deep inside her as the place his penis found, as she raised up then 
collapsed under him in the most massive orgasm I have ever seen, 
anywhere. And as my friend slid his penis into my wife's body, right in 
front of my eyes, I came. No one touched me, no one looked at me, but my 
body shook so hard I nearly broke both arms, since I was attached to the 
chair at my wrists. Usually, when I cum, the semen drips down around my 
cock; this time, without any help, it shot halfway across the room.

I have no idea what I sounded like to them, but as Hilary "came down" 
from her orgasm, Jay said to her, "I think your husband approves of your 
choice."

I had barely begun to breathe again, when Jay began fucking Hilary. It 
was everything I had ever imagined, and then some. He began slowly, 
pulling his cock nearly all the way out, then smoothly slipping it all 
the way in. It was so exciting to see his cock each time, as if he was 
showing me what was going inside her. Hilary loved it, too -- she came, 
and came, and came. She came softly, then loudly, then with a combination 
of moans, gasps and whimpers, and one orgasm led into the next. I watched 
this man fuck my wife -- I get hard just writing that, as I remember the 
scene -- and I watched her respond in the most awesome way. She shook, 
grunted, jerked, spasmed... And I realized why my imagination never came 
close to the reality: In my imagination, her sex was always "neat and 
clean," sort of "well-behaved," like a formal dance. In real life, it was 
nothing like that at all. My wife, lying splayed in front of me, 
resembled an animal: no dignity, no manners, no thoughts of anything 
except the cock stuffed into her pussy. The noises were, honestly, 
inhuman; her body looked like a dog's, bucking and rutting to get his 
cock further into her.

As I listened to her grunt, and watched her jerk, I asked myself if this 
was what really what I wanted. The answer came instantly: yes! Never in 
my life had I been so turned on, so completely aroused, as I was watching 
my wife get laid. Again, without ever touching myself, I was completely 
erect; I felt my cock vibrate with each sound, with each shudder. Nothing 
in my whole fucking life could come close to this day!

Jay, too, was obviously having a grand old time. I could see his ass 
cheeks contract as he tried to push even deeper into her, and every time 
he rested, his balls laid against the crack of her ass. I began to 
prepare myself for what lay ahead, when he emptied his balls into her, 
and "clean-up time" began. I hoped he would fuck her a while longer, if 
only to delay that time!

Then, with his cock all the way inside her, he whispered something in her 
ear. "Oh, God, not now!" she said, panting as she spoke, but he insisted. 
"All right, dammit." she answered, and turned to look at me.

Hilary began to speak to me, though this was not easy; Jay kept moving 
his cock in and out, slowly and gently, as she spoke. As close as I can 
remember, it sounded like this: "Cuckold, we decided that the uuunngggh  
most special thing we could give you for your birthday uuunngggh was to 
tell you how good OOOOOHHHH it felt to be fucking each other. We figured 
you'd never for--oooohhhhh--forget the time I talked with you, with 
another man's aaaauuuuggghh penis in me, and when my lover talked to you 
while he was fucking me OHHHHGODIMCUMMING! (She bucked and groaned for a 
full minute at this point, but never took her eyes off me. Even when her 
eyes rolled back in her head as she came, she did her best to return her 
gaze to me as she came down from her orgasm. Then, she continued...) It 
feels soooo good, his cock feels soooo gooduuuuunnnngggghhhhh. I love him 
fucking me, and I'm glad you like it, too. I'm glad you finally got to 
see what I do to you. Now... Watch.... ME.... *CUM*...., CUCKOLD!!!...." 
and she did. As she drove the word into my soul, Jay drove his penis into 
hers, and she went wild. 

I simply could not stop shaking; it felt like being outside, naked, in a 
snowstorm. My body shook, my fingers shook, my cock shook like crazy; the 
only places that were not shaking were my wrists and ankles, still firmly 
secured to the chair. Now I understood why Jay used duct tape; I would 
have broken anything else.

Then it was Jay's turn. He looked at me, while Hilary returned all her 
concentration to him. "Hey, cuck, you throw one hell of a birthday party. 
I thought the guests BRING gifts to a party; here you go giving me a 
present! Your wife is SUCH a good lay; do you know what it feels like to 
be inside her when she comes like that? Oh, pardon me, of course you do; 
this is YOUR wife! Look at her: she's wrapped around me like a snake, and 
I don't think she's holding much back, do you? And geez, she's fun to 
watch when she cums! Tell you what -- let's watch her now. Will you cum 
for me and your cuckold husband, little woman?" As he continued to stroke 
in and out of her, Hilary came right on cue; and Jay gave me a guided 
tour of my own wife's orgasm: "Look, her face is tightening up, she's 
breathing quicker, oooh, you didn't see that one, but her pussy just 
grabbed my cock sooo tightly, here she cums, oh, yes, watch me make your 
wife cum......" And the two of us watched with fascination and she came, 
bucking and screaming, before our eyes.

"Now, cuckold, there's just one thing left to make it complete. It's time 
for me to shoot my load into your wife. Just imagine: for the next two 
days, my sperm will be swimming around in her; after all, your tongue's 
not long enough to get it ALL out, you know. So, do you want me to cum in 
your wife, birthday boy?"

"Yes," I said, in the shakiest voice I had ever heard from anyone.

"Not good enough," he said, in a completely mocking voice.

"Yes, please cum in my wife!" I answered quickly.

"STILL not good enough," he said, more demandingly. Then, as happened 
before with Hilary, I got it. I looked at him, stroking rhythmically and 
forcefully in and out of my wife, and I looked at her, arms around his 
neck and her legs high on his back, shaking and moaning and paying 
absolutely no attention to our conversation, and I said it, loudly and 
clearly:

"Yes, Jay, please! Fuck my wife! Cum in her! Drain yourself into her! 
Cuckold me!"

"With pleasure."

All the excitement, all the teasing, all the foreplay, all the sexual 
tension of the situation erupted in our bedroom. Hilary gasped, making no 
sound for the longest time, then literally exploded. Her arms and legs 
shot straight up in the air, she screamed some incomprehensible sound, 
and went into what could only be described as a seizure. Jay began to 
cum, emitting a guttural growl which came from his groin; his ass cheeks 
collapsed inward, and I watched all the muscles in his legs, his back and 
his ass contract together to drive his semen into her. I saw his whole 
body pump, like a huge heart gone wild, for what must have been a full 
minute. And for the second time that day (and in my life), I came without 
anyone touching me at all. I think I passed out from it, and I know that 
my arms and legs hurt for days afterward from wrenching against the 
restraints. I saw it happen -- I actually saw it happen. She fucked 
another man, another man fucked my wife, as I sat and watched.

Hilary and Jay lay in each other's arms for some time after, stirring 
only enough to kiss whatever was closest at hand. After a while (who 
knows how long?), Jay began gently pressing his hips into her again. For 
a minute, I thought he was going to fuck her, but he turned to me and 
said, "I'm just getting my cock all coated with my cum, so I can watch 
you lick it off me."

I froze. Having just had two colossal orgasms, I was feeling about as 
sexual as an old rag. I wished I hadn't made myself cum before this, then 
realized that I DIDN'T make myself cum; it just happened, and there 
wasn't anything I could have done about it. So, I had two choices: either 
accept that this was the last time I'd see them do the dirty deed 
together, or come through on my part of the agreement. Just then, Jay got 
up on his knees, sat on the edge of the bed facing me, leaned back, and 
said, "Hilary, can you get your cuckold out of his chair without spilling 
too much?" She said she thought so, and got up to undo the tape. 

I guess it really hurt when the tape pulled 2 inches' width of hair off 
my arms and legs, but I didn't notice. Now I was really scared: scared of 
what I had to do, scared of what they would say, and probably scared of 
liking it, too. Before that morning, I had never even looked at another 
guy's cock close-up; now I was supposed to see it with my eye teeth.

Jay had done a good job of getting his semen all over himself. His cock 
glistened from it, and it was dripping down into his pubic hair. I said I 
just couldn't do it. Jay and Hilary said that was fine -- they hoped I 
had had a good time, and they would see me tomorrow around 4 pm. I tried 
to argue, but to no avail; they were having much too good a time to let 
me off the hook. I said I'd clean him off after I finished with Hilary, 
but no dice on that one, either.

So I did it. I knelt between his legs, touched his limp cock as lightly 
as possible with my thumb and forefinger, and gave a tentative lick to 
that mushroom-cap head. I felt I had jumped a huge hurdle, but all Jay 
said was, "At that rate, we'll be too old to remember what happened by 
the time you're finished. Suck me clean, cuckold." What the hell. I took 
a breath, opened my mouth, and took him in.

I could taste Hilary's juices on his cock, but the overwhelming taste was 
his semen. It was bitter, sour and salty; not at all like her other 
lovers'. As I licked, I gagged; the stuff just did not want to go down my 
throat. I thought that holding Jay's penis in my mouth was degrading 
enough, but it was not enough for him -- or for Hilary. The two of them, 
so fucked out that not a drop of sexual energy remained, finally turned 
their attention to me; but this attention I could have done without.

"Stop, cuckold," Jay ordered. "Don't move your mouth -- that's it, keep 
all of me in. Now, look at us." I looked up, and saw Hilary snuggling up 
next to Jay, cheek to cheek, body to body, then I watched through a pubic 
hair forest as they lovingly kissed each other. Unbelievably, I got hard 
again -- unbelievable, because I haven't been able to get hard after 
coming twice since I was a teenager, and because I was getting off on 
licking vile-tasting cum off the penis I held in my mouth. Oh, well; I 
gave up on being proper some time last night.

When Jay was clean (and believe me, they both searched through his pubic 
hair to find drops I missed, gleefully pointing them out to me), I turned 
to Hilary. She laid back on the bed, and as I crawled up between her 
legs, Jay came close, too. We both watched in amazement as her pussy lips 
spread, to reveal a complete mess. Her pubic hair was drenched, flattened 
down along her labia and toward her ass. There was cum everywhere, from 
her clit to her ass; it looked more like it had been spread on the 
outside than pumped into her pussy. I dove in; after all, I had done this 
so many times, and now I had seen it happen, too -- only to be reminded, 
with my first tongue-full, that Jay's cum tasted horrible. I choked it 
down, and he laughed. "I've had women tell me they've tasted better," he 
said, "but I've never gotten a guy's opinion on it. From the look on your 
face, I guess they were right, huh?"

I nodded, held my breath, and licked my wife along the entire length of 
her slit, from her ass to her clit. Without even thinking, I pulled my 
tongue away, and displayed it to them: it held a huge wad of semen, which 
dripped off both sides. When they both saw what I was carrying, I closed 
my lips and swallowed. It still tasted vile, but it was Jay's sperm -- 
and Jay had just fucked my wife so very well, that it seemed, well, 
"right."

Once her pussy lips were clean, I spread them and looked into her hole. 
It was full to the brim with semen, and I asked her to squeeze it out for 
me. She contracted her stomach muscles, and a huge -- huge! -- stream of 
sperm flowed out of her body. As I licked it up as fast as possible, I 
realized that my birthday present was now complete. From beginning to 
end, I was part of my wife's making love to another man. She got 
exquisitely fucked, and she gave an exquisite fucking to her lover; the 
proof of that was now choking its way down my throat. They allowed me to 
watch them in their ultimate intimacy, and they gave me the leftovers to 
lick off his cock and out of her pussy. I had always wondered what it was 
like to see my wife have sex with another man. Now I knew.

When I finished, I was hard as a rock. The two of them looked at me as if 
my erection was something obscene which I had brought into "their" 
bedroom, and they told me to get out. I went downstairs, and actually 
masturbated to make myself cum. I can't tell you much about my orgasm; 
I'm not sure I was really conscious during it. But it felt damn good to 
have at least my own hand touching me!

I spent the rest of the night in the living room, while Hilary and Jay 
went to sleep in their bed. Jay woke me at about 4 am to tell me he was 
going to fuck my wife again, and I had better get upstairs quickly if I 
didn't want to miss the action -- and the clean-up. I went upstairs and 
watched them, and then watched them again around noon, before he got 
dressed to leave. They were nice enough not to bind me to the chair 
again, but I was not allowed to touch myself in their presence. Jay's cum 
didn't taste any better the last time than it did the first, but I was 
much less uncomfortable performing my clean-up ritual on both of them.

When Jay was ready to leave, we all sat down together. Hilary put her 
arms around ME, and we all talked about how amazing the experience had 
been. Jay said he had been worried about being so hard on me all weekend, 
but Hilary had pointed out to him that my "peter meter" kept indicating 
my state of enjoyment. They figured that as long as I was hard, I 
couldn't be in too much trouble!

Since that weekend, we still see each other often. Usually, it is just 
friends getting together (Jay's married, and I don't think his wife knew 
about this). But twice since, we have had 24-hour role reversals, in 
which Hilary belongs to Jay, and I, of course, am the cuckold. It's one 
hell of a lot of fun, and I wouldn't have missed a minute of it for the 
world!

NOTE:
A lot of people have asked me if this story is true. It is, and I have 
recorded it here to the best of my ability to remember. Since it was the 
absolute most erotic experience of my life, I've remembered it pretty 
well. All credit for creativity goes to Hilary, who also proof-read and 
commented on this as I wrote it.

We hope you enjoyed it as much as we did.
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Comments and experiences welcome; flames cheerfully ignored. After you've 
been called "cuckold" for a day and a half by your wife and your friend, 
most everything else rolls off pretty easily!
donw38@aol.com
