The Birthday Present that Happily Make Me A Cuckold

By Don...

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, 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.  	

It went on: "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 for me.  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 that 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 paper.  See you in an hour."  And he hung up.

When I got off the phone, Hilary grinned and handed me a piece of yellow paper.  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 into 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 my paper 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."  Having said that, 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 I 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 that 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 up the ball 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 was in my hand, and my cum was 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 genuinely 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!  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 scene, 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 pecker into my wife, and made her cum.  Almost against my will, I looked at the sign I was wearing: "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.  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 I had known Jay for a long time, I had never heard him cum -- until that moment.  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 given that pleasure 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." 

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, we get to call you "C", for your official 'cuckold' status.  And third...  Happy Birthday."

That day, I did get to watch them.  It was a REAL turn-on to watch my wife enjoy all that Jay could give her.  What a pleasure to watch him repeately bury his pecker in my wife's body... and to watch her enjoyment each time.

Don