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===CHAPTER NINE, PART THREE===

When Nathan finally left our cabin, almost an hour and a half later, he walked past me and the dying fire with an awkward wave as he returned to his quarters. My cuckolding for the night being complete, I trudged back to the cabin to find Katherine almost arelax.

“How was it?” I asked.

“Mmmm. Just fine. I’ll tell you about it tomorrow.” she replied hazily.

Sure enough, the next morning I woke first but Katherine woke not soon thereafter.

I looked at her and asked simply: “how was your night?”

She thought back....”oh my God. I can’t believe what happened last night.”

“Neither can I.” I said deadpan.

“Are you mad at me?” she asked.

“Not in the least.” I reassured her, almost confused.

“It’s been so long, since I’ve done that.” she said. “I don’t even know how it happened, really.”

“Was it good?” I asked.

With a smirk Katherine answered “It was terrible. What do you expect, he was a virgin. The first time he came after like two minutes.” she said, almost laughing to me.

My first instinct was to laugh along, but the thought occured to me that it’s pretty tough to laugh at the performance of a man who has cuckolded you. There was one detail out of that I did pick up on though;

“The first time?” I asked, for clarification.

“Yeah. Well. It would have been a waste to leave it at that, besides he’s young and he’s got the energy to recover quickly. So, I told him it was OK, not to worry about it, so we just kinda caressed each other for a while, I sucked his cock for a little while, and he was ready to go again soon enough. Second time he was much better, obviously.”

“Wow.” I was speechless but felt I had to offer something. “I guess he won’t soon forget that night.”
Katherine laughed. “No, I guess not. Now, seriously - are you going to be OK with this?”

The expression on her face had her clearly concerned. I wasn’t sure what to say when she added:

“Oh my God, I can’t believe some of the things i said to you. To him, about you. I don’t even know where I was getting that from, I was caught in the moment.”

I touched her arm. “I know, I know. It’s OK, I’m not mad at all. Actually, I’m happy for you. I think you probably needed that. I never had a problem being a cuckold, Katherine, it was the other people knowing part that I couldn’t handle. This was more like the original arrangement, which I never had a problem with. I was very happy being a cuckold.”

That last sentence was one of those that my manhood and pride instantly regretted, it made me sound like such a wimp.

Katherine smiled, almost as if it were a revelation.

“Well...hold on though.” She thought to herself. “Remember, those guys are still out there and we’re here for another night. Oh my God, what if he tells them all what happened here last night? He’s a teenage guy who’s lost his virginity - I mean, he’ll probably say something, won’t he?” Katherine looked quite embarrassed all of a sudden.

I had contemplated that thought last night out by the camp fire so I was able to share my thoughts.

“I figure one of three things will happen; either he won’t tell them because he figures they won’t believe it - or he will till them, and they won’t believe it. Or he will tell them, and they will believe it. So I guess you could say your chances of keeping this secret are probably 2/3.”

“And what if it’s the 1/3?” she asked.

I paused, thinking back to the previous evening’s thoughts.

“Then I will be in for a very humiliating day. But it’s only one day, and it’s around people we don’t know at home, so I’m ready to handle that.”

“Jesus. Are you sure?” Katherine asked.

“I can take it. I’ve dealt with it for years now, Katherine, and I’m totally OK with it. Remember when you sent me out for condoms and I came back and that kid offered to reimburse me for them? That’s humiliating.”

Katherine nodded with a smile.

“And having your lover help us move in to our new place - only to be the first to make love to you in it as well...guess what? That was humiliating, too. Or, hey - remember the time you had that guy a couple years ago, who dropped by while I was home, then you guys ended up in bed, then he remembered he only had half an hour on his parking meter.”

“Yup.” she answered with a devilish grin. “And you went out and fed the meter for him.”

“Yes, I did. I went out and spent my money on keeping his sports car from getting a ticket so that he could continue making love to my wife.”

“Now that must have been humiliating.” Katherine acknowledged.

“Yes it was. My point is, I’ve never had a problem being a cuckold and I’ve never had a problem being humiliated as a cuckold. My only problem is when people I know and have to work with and interact with regularly find out that I’m a cuckold. That’s a whole other level of offense I can’t handle.”

“I see your point.” Katherine conceded. Another rare victory.

Now she was silent. I think I knew what she was waiting for me to say, and now I was faced with a choice. Carry on with the “regular” marriage I’d enjoyed, very much so these past few months - or once again give Katherine my clear and unequivocal permission to continue cuckolding me. I sensed that it was basically my call, to some degree. Offer, for the second time in our relationship, to agree to the offenses that come with being my wife’s cuckold, or chalk up last night to a one off and carry on with a more dignified life.

I know how much Katherine enjoys sex. Frankly, I can’t believe she restrained herself these last few months. If she was clear once again on our ground rules, and was willing to recommit to them, then frankly I had no problem giving her that freedom for endless nights of thrills with whomever she pleased. And while I wouldn’t say I looked forward to or enjoyed my many offenses, I was certainly more than equipped to deal with them for the most part. And whether I wanted to admit it or not, we both knew that I did very much enjoy any occasion in which I’d be able to listen in and hear her being very well fucked.

I knew what I had to say.

“Katherine, we went over this early in our relationship, and I feel the same today that I did then. I love you and I appreciate the lengths you will go to preserve our relationship by being faithful, if that’s what I demand, as you’ve done recently. But, I sincerely don’t want to hold you back. If you want to enjoy sex with other men, I am as supportive of you doing that now as I ever was.”
“You mean that?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Well...that’s...interesting. Look, I really appreciate it. I like the idea of being your faithful wife, but...I’ve never been faithful to anyone in all my life. I feel like it’s not me, like it’s this act I’ve been putting on.”

“I feel kinda the same.” I confessed. “I always kind of had an understanding of who I was in our relationship, I knew that I was a cuckold and I had accepted that long ago. And yeah - I know what you mean, it does feel ‘put on’ -- like, how did I go from cuckold six months ago, feeding my wife’s lover’s parking meter, to macho man of the house?” I asked with a bit of a self-deprecating chuckle.

“So.” Katherine said, sitting up and looking me dead in the eye very matter-of-fact. “If I want to pick out a lover for myself when we get home, I can bring him over and fuck him and that will be just fine with you?”

“Well,” I conceded. “That’s what we bought the second bedroom for.”

“Wow.” she said, lying back down with a smile.

Having given my permission, once again - I knew Katherine was already searching her mental rolodex of men, conspiring to choose which one of them would have the pleasure of cuckolding me next.

Later that evening, we all met once again out by the fire, and 10 minutes into the conversation I was comfortable that nobody but Nathan was any the wiser of previous nights’ events. Conversation ranged from each of these kids talking about what they wanted to do when they got out of school, travelling, me describing a bit of my job to them, general things like that.

As the beers got ****** a takeing game was suggested. Rick suggested “Have you ever.”

If you’ve never played, the way it works is a question is posed and if you’ve done what the permister asking has asked, then you have to take a take from your beer.

It was a lot of fun (and a great way of learning about other people) but my alarm bells started ringing when Amber, one of the girls, who had on the previous question just admitted to giving a blowjob to a man 10 years or more older, asked the question that sank a dagger through my heart:

“Have you ever cheated on a partner?”

We all looked around, and at first no one drank. Then Rick took a swig.
Then, from the corner of my eye, so did Katherine. Oh no.

“You naughty girl!” Amber teased. “Before Robert, obviously.” she then offered in my direction, ostensibly to show me some respect.

“Yes, before Robert.” Katherine answered.

Phew.

“And since Robert, too.” she added.

My heart sunk.

All eyes darted between Katherine and I.

“We have sort of an open relationship.” she then quickly added, offering me some facade of dignity...before quickly pulling it away again. “Except with us, it’s only open for me. I cheat, Robert doesn’t. It’s called a cuckold relationship. Robert is a cuckold.”

Amber and the other girl, Erin looked at each other with wide-open smiles.

I was glad it was dark out so nobody could make out the extent to which my face was blushing its deep scarlet colour of abject offense.

“So...” Katherine continued to the awed crowd, “when I cheat it’s called cuckolding. And as a matter of fact...I cuckolded Robert just last night.”

The group began looking at one another confusedly. It took close to ten seconds, but the smile on Nathan’s face gave it away.

“No ways!” permeated the campfire along with one “Oh my God!” followed by a “That’s crazy!”

Katherine put her arm around me. “It’s something we’re OK with.”

I nodded weakly, adding, “I’m OK with it.”

Katherine then suggested that she and I return to our cabin to get more beers for the group, so we did.

Hearing laughter and the unmistakeable sound of a couple of high-fives between guys in the distance, Katherine cozied up to me and said:

“Sorry if I dropped that on you. You said you could handle the offense and I just wanted to make sure. You don’t have to go back out there, but I wanted to see how you would react. I also figured what was the point of helping Nathan lose his virginity if he can’t tell the others about it. So, I’m sorry if I sprung that on you.”

“It’s OK.” I offered weakly. “Not that it wasn’t very humiliating....very, very humiliating, Katherine...but, it’s OK.”

“Good.” she smiled devilishly. “And frankly, I won’t lie to you - I enjoyed doing it. Just not around the people you know though, I get it. Do you think you can go back out there?”

“Yes.” I assured her, although I was sure it would be excruciating.

“Good. Now do you mind if I invite him back inside here again?”

Ouch.

“I guess I don’t see why not. The cat’s already out of the bag.” I answered.

“Good.”

Katherine and I returned to the campfire, case of beer in hand, as we resumed our seats and were illuminated by the campfire before the group each with a new status; Katherine the sexy, scandalous cougar and Robert the knowing, willing, humiliated cuckold.

It wasn’t from anything anybody said - but there was a definite if not unquantifiable vibe in the air - everyone there looked at me differently. Not one of the three young men we shared this campfire with respected me any longer, that much was clear. The women I think were offering somewhat sympathetic glances, but as a thin veil for their own amusement at my misfortune.

Most of all, within minutes as the conversation turned back to more mundane things, I realized that in the end, while people are amused at the initial revelation that an otherwise normal man is in fact living with the shame of being openly cuckolded by his wife, they didn’t really care. Certainly their opinions of me changed even if that was hard to measure, but in the end they had their laughs about it and moved on to the next topic.

Before the night ended, I was afforded one final offense when Erin and Rick got up to pair off and prepare to retire together. Katherine took that as her cue to get up and once again offer Nathan my place in her bed.

“What do you say, big stud?” Katherine asked him with a wink.

Nathan was quick to his feet as he and my wife headed for our cabin.

Walking towards her quarters with a smile, Amber let out “awww, poor Robert!” prompting a soft, suppressed giggle from Erin.
Moments later I sat alone again, once more staring into the same campfire as the night before as my wife and her lover prepared to sex one another.

I had half a thought of standing close to the bedroom window to listen in but I thought to myself, what if any of the others saw? That would be just too pathetic a picture for me to handle - the obliging cuckold waiting outside trying to listen in on his wife’s infidelities.

So there I sat, realizing the situation was of my own making. I had given her my encouragement to continue cuckolding me and had assured her that I was willing to accept offenses provided not around friends, co-workers and neighbours.

Who knew when I’d get to bed tonight - whenever they finished up I suppose. Until then, I’d watch the campfire alone, a humiliated cuckold.
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That's the end of the chapter folks, if you like it please offer a few words encouragement - it's the only thing that keeps this story going. Hope you enjoy, thanks.
~sissy~
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Excellent work! Really like the offense angle, please keep up the awesome work.
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really like your work mate. have the page bookmarked which I frequently check for updates. keep em cummin and us too
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waaauw you wive is hot
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superb mate. looking forward to newer chapters.
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superb mate. looking forward to newer chapters.
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Fantastic!
Looking forward to read new chapters soon.
Men like women with a past because they hope history will repeat itself!
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Thank you everyone for your kind comments - the recent rash of positivity sent in my direction has encouraged me to continue the journey for Robert and Katherine - I am so glad you are enjoying it. Thank you to everyone who takes the time to comment and compliment, because it really does give me the motivation to continue. And trust me, I've written out some bulletpoints of where this story will go and it's only about half over yet! With that, here are the next two chapters of Cuckold Calculations.


CHAPTER TEN

A couple of weeks had passed since we returned from our getaway and despite my blessing for Katherine to resume her cuckolding of me, as of yet nothing had happened. Earlier in the week, she had summed up her feelings by saying: “I don’t even know where to begin!”

There was some hope that maybe tonight on this warm, September Saturday night she would find that new beau - she was going out with the girlfriends. While her friends were not aware of the nature of our relationship, Katherine had always bragged that she was very good about slipping men her phone number discreetly as to escape the notice of her friends, whom she would never want to have thinking of her as a slut.

When she left earlier that evening she was dressed to ******* - a short red mini dress exposed her wonderfully long milky white legs and boosted her perky breasts to display level height. The sexy black Christian Louboutin high heels with the red soles she had on made me feel just slightly humiliated; I had after all paid $400 for them and here she was using them to put herself on display for other men.

She left me on the couch with a peck on the cheek, raising the exciting possibility that “maybe tonight’s the night I find my next lover! Wish me luck!”

With that, Katherine headed out the door with a skip in her step, on a mission to make me her cuckold once again.

She got in late, smelling of holy water but nothing else. I had opted to relax in the second bedroom just in case Katherine had met someone, so she came in to get me and bring me into the master bedroom, as obviously she had not recruited any lovers tonight.

We drifted off to relax immediately, but the next morning as we were getting ready to go out she laid it on me:

“Oh yeah! I almost forgot, I have good news for you!”

“Yes?”

“We can go back to Mulligans again!”

I stared at her confused, inviting her to continue.

“Jimmy...the bartender?” she asked inquisitively. As if I didn’t remember.

“Right.” I snapped.

“He’s not at Mulligan’s anymore. He was at the Crystal Club last night, I got talking to him he moved over there six weeks ago, he’s making far better tips.”

Jimmy. The one man who I had truly resented cuckolding me, only as it had ***d our carefully thought out rules.

“Did you talk to him?” I asked, trying to play it cool although, for whatever reamister, probably owing to the offense I had felt that night seeing him in my hallway, I was in fact a little knocked off balance.

“Yeah, I did - he bought us a round. He was really sorry how things had gone down, by the way.”

“Oh, that was good of him to say.” was all I could weakly offer.

“What a shame - if I’d waited for him to quit Mulligan’s, this whole drama might never have happened and I could have still had him for a lover.”

“Plenty other fish in the sea, my dear.” I reassured her.

“I suppose,” she said. “But, really - that Jimmy was something else. He was a frickin’ demon in bed. I wouldn’t say he was the absolute best I ever had necessarily, but he’s tied in the top three. For sure.”

This also threw me off balance. She had commented on his talents before, but for her to be recalling them so wistfully again months later threw me for a loop.

Katherine looked up at me. “Oh, Robert, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be going on about him, you know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, no!” I was quick to reassure her. “It’s alright. I understand.” I told her with a smile.

She looked back at me sympathetically with a smile. “You are such a wonderful husband, I could never have hoped to meet a man as understanding as you.” She leaned in and kissed me.

I don’t know why I said it - perhaps I was just over the moon with my beautiful wife’s compliment of me, maybe I was still spinning and just trying to prove how cool I was with the whole Jimmy situation. Probably a little of both and a little of something else I can’t even quantify. But, in the end, I told her:

“Katherine, if he really does that much to satisfy you that well then I don’t see any reamister why you shouldn’t see him now, so long as he’s not at Mulligan’s anymore. Maybe you should give him a call.”

“What?” she asked, as if I might have been joking. I suppose I could have take this as an out, but I didn’t.

“Well, why not, even if it was originally a *** of the rules, it wouldn’t be now.” I explained.

“OK...” she said, with a grin, “But how do I explain that to him? He felt pretty bad I think, seriously. He told me he always thought you were a great guy...”

My mind raced. I thought aloud. “Well, most of your lovers are aware that I’m a cuckold. It wouldn’t be any different if he did - I guess it would just have to be a matter of owning up and telling him the truth about our relationship. You’d have to explain everything I guess.” I paused. “Although maybe you wouldn’t want to, if it were too awkward--”

“No!” Katherine interrupted. Clearly excited about the idea of seeing Jimmy again. “I could definitely explain it to him.” She paused, then looked me in the eyes, seriously. “Are you sure about this?”

I pictured what that conversation would be like. Katherine telling an open-mouthed-with-shock Jimmy that actually I am a co-operative, acquiescing cuckold and that Katherine delights in her many infidelities with my full knowledge and permission. Could I deal with it? Katherine was waiting for an answer, and there was little doubt of what she wanted that answer to be.

“Do it.” I told her, placing a reassuring palm on her knee. “You want to do it, and I can deal with it. You should call him.”

Katherine was ecstatic. Rather than call him, she quickly hatched a plan to return to the nightclub tonight, just herself. That’s exactly what she did. At midnight, she dressed in a short black mini skirt, low cut red tank top and her Christian Louboutin heels again.

“Robert?” she asked as was getting ready to go. “I don’t feel totally comfortable walking around downtown by myself dressed like this. Could you drive me down there?”
Minutes later, we were driving towards downtown, my gorgeous wife sitting on the passenger seat, leaning forward to the mirror in the visor, applying last-minute makeup.

“I don’t even know what a young stud like that sees in me.” Katherine said. “I’m almost 33.”

“Stop it!” I chided her. “You are so goddamn beautiful there isn’t a man in this city who wouldn’t want you.”

“I guess that’s true,” she said, flashing me a devilish grin. “And there are many who’ve had me.” she said with a wink.

I realized my permission for her to see Jimmy again had really made Katherine happy - about as happy as I’d seen her ever.

“I just wonder if it will be as hot as before.” Katherine wondered aloud.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, don’t be mad, but - in a way, the fact you didn’t know about what was going on, even though I really did feel bad about it - it was just....it was just so HOT!” she explained enthusiastically. “I wonder if it will be as hot when its all on the table.”

“That I couldn’t tell you.” I told her. “But I’m just glad you are following the rules this time.”

We pulled up half a block from the club. “I’ll wait here.” I told her.

Katherine was going to go in, talk to him, get his number and come out. As she hopped out of the car I saw a brief glimpse of the red lace G-string she was wearing underneath before her ultra short miniskirt fell into place just above her gorgeous ass.

“I’ll be fifteen, maybe twenty minutes.” she said, blowing me a kiss and heading into the club.

I had nothing to do in the car but to count the minutes - and there were 47 of them in total.

Katherine staggered out of the club, wobblingly slightly in her heels and hopped in.

She buckled up, her head cast down to the floor.

Before I could ask what was wrong, Katherine volunteered, “I broke the rules again.”

“What?” I asked.

“He fucked me.”

“In the club?” I asked incredulously.

“Well, sort of - he took a break, someone covered him at the bar and he took me into the stock room, and he fucked me. He did use protection, though.” she added.

“It’s OK.” I told her. It’s a one-off, and its a weird situation. I’m not mad.” I told her.

“I thought you would be.” she looked up at me saying.

“No - tell me what happened!” I asked.

Katherine told me that she went in to talk to him and told him that she wanted to relax with him again. He had expressed his concern for me, and not wanting to be a part of cheating on me. She went on to explain to him that we had talked about it and agreed it would be OK. While completely shocked, he had leaned over across the bar to her, looked her dead in the eyes, and as Katherine told it, said to her:

“So you came down here tonight to fuck me?”

“Yes!” she replied across the bar.

He signalled a co-worker to take his station, hopped over the bar, took her by the hand and said: “then let’s fuck!”

They went back to the stock room, and Katherine handed him a condom from her purse. This was the first I had heard that Katherine carries condoms in her purse, but not wanting to interrupt the story I said nothing.

What followed was 15 minutes of being fucked, at first from behind. He simply bent her forward over a box, pushed her g-string out of the way and fucked her. He ended by pulling her up and holding her up against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his back and he pumped her into the wall until he came.

“Geez, was that comfortable?” I asked naively. Despite being Katherine’s husband, of course I was unaware of most of what she was capable of sexually. Only men of a certain level of talent knew what my wife was truly capable of.

“Are you kidding me? That was the best fuck of my life.” Katherine answered powerfully, dead pan and very matter of fact.

Before she left, she asked him when he could see her again.

That’s when Katherine told me, “he finishes at two, and has to lock up. He’ll be at our place at three.”

“Tonight?!” I asked.

“Yeah.” she replied. “So we’d better get home.”
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CHAPTER ELEVEN

We had only been home a few minutes and Katherine was already scurrying about in a mad panic. She jumped into the shower for a quick cleanup, and no sooner was back out, in her robe, polishing up her makeup again.

“What time is it?” she asked as if in a panic.

“Uhmm...it’s 2:05” I told her, looking up from my computer.

“He’ll be leaving soon.”

“Are you nervous?” I asked her.

“Yes!” She replied, exasperated. “It’s been months since I’ve done this, at home, anyway, and I really need to make the right impression on him.”

I turned back to my mindless computer game, trying in vain to take my mind off the offense that awaited me, but spent more time staring blankly into the monitor.

“What do you think of this?” Katherine asked from behind me.

I turned to see my gorgeous wife, freshly showered and prepared for her lover, standing behind me in only a black lace teddy. Her ankles were crossed and she was leaning up against the wall, her head cocked into her left shoulder, her left arm supporting her up on the wall.

“My God.” I said, sincerely in awe of how beautiful this woman is.

I recalled the teddy - only a month ago, Katherine had taken it out of its bag, just home from the mall, and held it up for my approval. We had stopped our cuckolding games at that time of course, and so she just gingerly dropped it back into the bag saying “I’ll be wearing this for you on a special occasion, tiger!”

“Wait” I asked “Isn’t that the teddy you were saving for me?”

Katherine rolled her eyes, “Yes, well, that was then. Oh honey, just tell me, do you like it? I have one in white also if you think that’s better.”

“No, no,” I reassured her. “That one looks great. And it sounds like Jimmy deserves it.” I said, almost with a hint of jealousy. Katherine didn’t pick up on it.

“Good!” she replied with glee. “I’ve been waiting to wear this teddy and I wanted to wear black - it’s so much sexier. And it makes me feel like such a naughty girl!”

“You look incredible.” I told my wife, in awe of her.

“Where are you going to be tonight?” I asked. “You should go to your room, he will be here soon.”

I checked my watch - “Katherine, it’s only 2:15--”

“He might leave early!” she protested with a cute little stomp of her foot. “Just go to your room - I don’t want anything to interfere.”

I went to give her a kiss goodnight but she stopped me.

“No - my makeup is perfect. I will give you a kiss in the morning, OK? Go to bed.”

And with that uncharacteristic dismissal of me, I trudged off to our second bedroom to prepare for the long night of humiliating cuckoldry that would be taking place on the other side of the bedroom wall.

I lay in bed until 2:46 when I heard the buzzer. Katherine answered the phone sweetly and buzzed him up.

I don’t know why, but despite having been cuckolded regularly for years at this point, I was nervous. Something was different about this - I had known Jimmy, and while he had already cuckolded me, this time he knew I was a cuckold. And for the first time, with that knowledge, he was arriving at my home to cuckold me again.

I couldn’t resist, I quickly and very quietly opened my bedroom door a crack that I might hear how she greeted him at our door.

I heard the deadbolt unlock and Katherine ask, almost out of breath “What took you so long?”

“Holy Christ!” Jimmy said, obviously as a reference to her appearance. “Fuck, you look good Katherine. You look fucking amazing, to be honest.”

“Just take me into the bedroom!” She yelled to him almost as if possessed! “You cruel bastard, I’ve been waiting two hours for you to fuck me again!”

I had never heard her like this. Then came the dagger to my heart.

“Where’s Robert?” Jimmy asked.

“He’s in the other room, just forget about him, take me to my room and FUCK ME!” Seconds later I heard a loud squeak of the mattress next door, signalling to me that Katherine had been thrown onto the bed.

“Show me that fucking dick of yours.” she ordered. I could hear her much louder than normal. I could surmise that in all the passion they had not closed their door. And mine was now ajar too.

“Yes. Give me that monster.” I heard her say again. Thereafter I could hear slurping sounds indicating the unmistakeable sound of a blowjob.

The slurping sounds only needed to go on a few minutes - I could tell from my clock, six to be precise, and Jimmy had already broken my record. My lovely wife Katherine had now spent more time sucking Jimmy’s cock than she had mine, in all of our lives. She had only done it for me the one time, and that was years ago.

The sounds stopped and a few grunts and other sounds later, I could hear Jimmy ask her “are you ready?”

“Yes, oh yes, baby. Stick that cock in me!” She replied enthusiastically.

Katherine let out a moan. He was inside. Another moan, and another which then midway through turned into a squeal. The unmistakable squeaking of the mattress began. They were fucking.

“YES! YES! YES!” Katherine was belting out at max volume.

“You like that?” Jimmy asked her.

“Oh God, yes! Gimme more! Gimme more!”

“Like this, you like this?”

“YES! Yeah, FUCK meeeeeeee!”

“You’re a nasty slut!” Jimmy shouted at her. Frankly, that offended me. That was until Katherine responded,

Yeah, I’m a slut! I’m a slut, so fuck -- so fuck me! I’m a slut, fuck me!”

“You come down looking for me tonight, looking for cock?” Jimmy asked.

“Yes, I want your cock! Give me your cock!” Katherine shouted back.

“You came down to my bar to get fucked tonight?”

“Yes! I want to get fucked! Fuck me, Jimmy! Fuck me!”

“You like being a whore?” Jimmy asked her.

“I”m a whore!” Katherine screamed aloud in total agreement. “Fuck me, I’m a whore!”

“Yeah?” Jimmy asked her. “You like to fuck around on your husband?”

“Yes! I love to fuck around! I fuck around on my husband!”

“You like my cock better?”

“YES! I love your cock better! You’re cock is better!”

I felt like such a wimp, kneeling by the door of the second bedroom listening to my wife cuckolding me and screaming about how much better his cock is than mine.

“Get off!” Katherine shouted, all of a sudden, before solving the mystery by adding: “I wanna ride you!”

Sure enough, moments later Katherine started screaming again.

“YES! YES! YES!”

“You like to ride cock? You like riding my cock you nasty bitch?”

“I LOVE RIDING COCK!” Katherine shouted out as if to the heavens.

I glanced at the clock. They’d already been going 20 minutes by now. I guess having cum inside my wife only recently, Jimmy had the combination of energy and relief from their last encounter to go a while.

Soon after I heard a loud, skin on skin slap.

“That hurt!” Katherine shouted in a way I could tell she was actually mad.

“Too bad.” Jimmy told her. “I always slap whores on the ass.”

“You’re such an asshole, Jimmy,” Katherine told him semi-playfully.

“Speaking of that, that’s where I’m gonna fuck you next. Get some lube.”

I was waiting to hear Katherine’s objections, but instead I heard the sound of her bedside drawer open and close and Jimmy say “oh yeah” - indicating to me that she was complying with his instructions.

Jimmy was about to fuck my wife up the ass.

“Can you feel the tip?”

“YES!”

“Do you need me to go slower?” I struggled to hear him ask, he almost whispered it.

“NO, GET IT IN!” Katherine shouted back.

Once again the screaming began anew. I can honestly say, despite listening to Katherine cuckold me for years, that this was the most possessed I’d ever heard her. Jimmy must have been good. I had never heard this in my life.

I glanced at the clock. We were coming up on 35 minutes now.

“Are you ready, baby?” Jimmy asked her.

“No! Stop! Stop!” Katherine shouted.

“What’s wrong?”

“Stop, put on a new condom. I don’t want you to cum now.’

“Why?” Jimmy asked.

“I don’t want you to cum in my ass, I want you to cum in my pussy.” Katherine told him.

They breathed heavily, taking a break I gathered as Jimmy removed the condom he had fucked my wife’s ass with, and put on a new one to begin fucking her pussy again for the third time tonight.

I knew he was done putting it on when I heard him ask her, “You want this cock in your pussy?”

“Yes!” Katherine answered, relatively calmly. “I want that cock in my pussy.”

Seconds later, Katherine again, “Ohhhhhhh yessssss......yes, put it in my pussy. I love it, I love this cock--”

“You want me to fuck your pussy?”

“YES!”

“You want me to cum in your pussy?”

“YES! CUM IN MY PUSSY!”

What followed was about thirty seconds of Jimmy very loudly grunting and thursting as the mattress squeaked and the headboard rocked against the wall of the master bedroom, all while Katherine screamed out “YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!”

They both screamed out in unimister as he came inside her. As their volume began to decrescendo I realized it was over.

“Tonight at the night club...” Katherine began, panting out of breath....”Was the second best fuck of my life.” she told him. “This one was the best fuck of my life.” And after a brief pause, “you’re amazing.”

After another couple of minutes I began to wonder if there was anything else worth listening to, when I heard Jimmy say “I should probably go.”

Katherine, sounding like a spoiled little girl let out with “No! You can’t go! Come on, you have got to have one more of those in you. I’m not through with you tonight.”

Jimmy chuckled a little and said “That’s it for tonight. I’m too tired for anything more tonight.”

“Then stay and fuck me again in the morning.” she told him.

“I don’t know,” Jimmy protested. “It would be weird with Robert. I don’t want to get involved in that scene.”

“It’s fine, really!” Katherine reassured him. “He’s fine with it. It’s OK. I explained everything, didn’t I? He supports me. In fact, it was his idea for me to call you.”

I felt my gut wrench a little.

“Really?” Jimmy asked her, as if disgusted. “He *suggested* you call me? It was his idea for you to fuck me?”

“Yes!”

I felt my gut wrench a lot.

“This is so fucking weird.” Jimmy said, whispering. “I don’t want to get too involved in this scene.”

“But you want to fuck me, don’t you?” Katherine asked.

“Yes, of course.”

“Then spend the night, and fuck me, in the morning, then go. There’s no scene.” Katherine explained. “Please - Jimmy, you’re fucking incredible. I need this. Now please, stay.”

“I’ll stay.” Jimmy said. “But tomorrow morning I’m going to cum in your ass.”

“Good.” Katherine told him.

With that, I gather, they drifted off to relax. I closed my door carefully, not to make a sound. Still, the smell of their sex permeated the room. I knew without any doubt that tonight, not only had I been cuckolded - I had been expertly cuckolded by a true Casanova. Katherine wasn’t going to give up this particular dick any time soon.

It left me with the sense that I was not only a cuckold, but, replaced. Not in the sense that Katherine wouldn’t love me anymore, but that she had truly found the man who could deeply satisfy her in bed, and it instilled me with a certain fear. Not fear that I would be replaced, but certainly that I was now without a doubt a definite second fiddle. This lover wasn’t merely a dalliance, a disposable pleasure for entertainment and self-gratification - this was a true lover.

And I was a true cuckold.
~sissy~
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HOT!!
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Thanks for the 2 new chapters.
Please continue this is amazing hot!!!!
Men like women with a past because they hope history will repeat itself!
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Awesome! Please continue!
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I unlocked the door to our condo and before I could even set foot inside the door, I could hear instantly, “Oh, yes, Jimmy! Yes! YES! Oh God, yes, fuck me. FUCK ME!”

“You like that fucking cock, bitch?” he asked.

“YES, OH, YES!”

“You like this fucking cock in your pussy?”

“YEAH! Oh, fuck me, Jimmy, fuck me! Fuck me so hard, Jimmy! FUCK ME!”

I glanced at my watch. It was half past five! I quickly closed and locked the door behind me before anyone else appeared in the hallway. Slipping off my shoes and dropping my briefcase, I walked into the living room only to see Jimmy standing naked from the back, with Katherine sitting precariously on the arm rest of our couch in front of him. Jimmy was fucking her from a standing position next to the couch with Katherine’s legs pointed straight up over his shoulders.

It struck me that it was only very, very rarely I actually caught Katherine literally in the act of adultery with my own eyes. She tended to highly prize her privacy with lovers and for the most part I would just try to listen in from outside the room, when I felt like it.

Katherine tilted her head around to her right to see me and looked me right in the eyes. All of a sudden their rhythm stopped. Out of breath, she asked,

“Robert? Why are you home early?”

Jimmy turned cocked his head halfway around to the left just enough to see me out of his peripheral vision. His cock was still inside her.

“I’m not. It’s five-thirty, I’m home at the regular time.” I answered dead pan, looking for an explanation to help me overcome my confusion. After all, it was a regular Thursday workday afternoon and I almost always get home before Katherine. Clearly they had been here for a while.

“Shit.” Katherine said, to Jimmy. “You’re going to have to get going anyway.” Then, to me, “Robert, can you give us a minute to finish up?”

“Yeah.” I responded calmly, agreeing to give my wife the privacy she desired with which to continue cuckolding me. The door to the second bedroom being on the other side of them and not really knowing where else to go, I headed into the bathroom. The thin bathroom door provided little sound insulation against the sound of my offense taking place in the living room, but that was OK - I was curious to hear it. I sat down on the toilet and began to play with myself.

“Oh yes, oh yeah, yes, yes....YES, that’s it! Jimmy! Oh fuck - that’s the spot, that’s it. OHH!” Katherine started with. Clearly, they were working to re-establish their rhythm. I was already completely hard as I stroked myself.

“Yeah! Fuck yeah!” Jimmy shouted aloud. “Fuck, fuck yeah I’m gonna fucking cum!”

“Cum in me, baby! Fuck this nasty pussy, fuck it good and fucking c-- ooooOOOHHHH YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!” I knew Katherine was lapsing into an orgasm, although this wasn’t a sound I knew from my own repertoire.

Jimmy was grunting loudly. “ARRGH! YEAH! YEAH! GRRRR!” he sounded so powerful.

Finally, the grunts started to die down and in their place began heavy panting.

“That was wonderful. Amazing. Just....the best.” I heard my wife say.

I was about to cum myself when I heard footsteps and all of a sudden a knock on the bathroom door.

“Fuck! You in there, Robert?” I heard Jimmy ask me from the other side of the door.

As he was saying that I came. I was trying to cum into my hand but inadvertently shot some of it across onto the wall. The doorknob jiggled again followed by another knock.

“Hey, cuckold! Are you in there, cuckold?” Jimmy asked condescendingly.

“Uhh, yeah!” I answered frantically, reaching for the toilet paper to wipe up the humiliating evidence that I’d been celebrating my own debasement in the privacy of the bathroom. The humiliating thought occurred to me that when Jimmy had asked me the first time, by my name, if I were in there I didn’t answer. I only replied to him after he had referred to me - correctly - but pejoratively, as ‘cuckold’.

“Well, what’s the matter, are you taking a cuckolds brownie?” he asked crudely.

“No!” I retorted. “Just give me thirty seconds, I just need to wash my hands.”

“Fuck, come on, I need to get to work.”

I quickly cleaned myself up, and opened the door to find Jimmy standing there in his underwear, holding a used condom by his thumb and index finger. Obviously, it was the condom he had just used to fuck my wife. Brushing me aside as I stepped out of the washroom, Jimmy merely leaned in over the wastebasket on the floor and dropped the condom with a squishy thud into the basket.

Returning to the living room, Katherine was lying on the couch completely naked, out of breath and covered in beads of sweat. Her work clothing and sexy underwear were brownietered randomly throughout the living room. So was Jimmy’s, who I felt approaching from behind me, stooping down to retrieve his socks.

I had been about to sit down on our recliner when I turned to see that Jimmy had claimed the spot to sit down and pull on his socks. I looked back to Katherine who caught my glance and began to offer her explanation.

“Since I can’t wait up for Jimmy to close on weeknights, he had the bright idea he could come by before work. So I got off an hour early and met him here.”

“Good idea.” I replied, having been thinking of it purely from the standpoint of Katherine’s benefit.

“Good idea.” Jimmy repeated behind me in a mocking, high-pitched tone.

“Jimmy, don’t.” Katherine cautioned.

“Good idea.” he repeated defiantly, in the same mocking tone, this time adding, “thanks for coming by and fucking my wife, that was such a great idea!”

I turned towards him, but he wasn’t looking in my direction, he was now stepping into his pants without a care for my reaction. Quickly tightening his belt, Jimmy grabbed his button down shirt and stretched into it without bothering to do up the buttons. Sliding his feet into his shoes he paced forward, bent down and gave Katherine a passionate kiss.

“I’m late, I gotta go. That was great.” he told her.

Not acknowledging me, he headed for the door, shouting “later, cuckold!”
Not five seconds later the door closed behind him and I was left to stare down at my beautiful, naked wife, alone.

“Well this is new.” I remarked. “Never came home to that before.”

“Yeah.” she answered, only now seeming to regain her breath. “Well, with his work schedule, we’re just going to have to find ways to get together. It was a quiet day at work, so I knew it would be no trouble slipping out early.”

I sat down in the now vacant recliner.

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” I began. Already, Katherine cocked her head up, in preparation to be offended. “He seems to...kind of, have it in for me, don’t you think? He seems to really kind of antagonize me.”

“Oh.” was her only answer at first, resting her head back down on the couch. “Yeah. I don’t really know what that’s all about, to be honest. I think it’s a combination of him still not really getting the lifestyle of it, and not really getting why we have our rules. If anything, I think he’s still a little pissed that we broke things off the first time now that he knows it’s something you’re OK with. I think he thinks you were antagonizing him, so he’s got his back up a little. He’s young...you know, young macho ego.” she offered, seemingly in his defence.

I picked up on something in that explanation I needed to query her on further - “You say, you don’t know what that’s all about - like, did I miss something? Did he say anything else to you about me?”

“Well,” she began dismissively, “you know, guys say lots of things during sex. In the heat of the moment everyone says things, mainly stupid things really. I don’t think any of us would want to listen to a recording of what we sound like having sex.” she concluded with a laugh.

“He was talking about me during sex?” I asked.

“Well, not really. I mean, not specifically about you as a permister, not as an individual.”

“What did he say?” I demanded to know.

“Nothing out of the ordinary. Would it really help you to know?” she asked impatiently. “Cause I don’t think it would.”

“I want to know.”

“OK” she said, now sitting up. “Look, with all the men I’ve been with, I can tell you this - some of them really get off on the idea that they’re with another man’s wife, and some of them don’t really give a cuckolds brownie, it’s just sex and whether I’m married or not they really don’t care. It’s just sex.”

I nodded. She continued.

“Jimmy seems to kind of get off on it. He seems to get an extra turn on by doing a married woman.”

“Hm.” I thought. “I thought he had been all, you know, upset and feeling guilty about it and everything, at least the first time--”

Katherine cut me off. “That was before.” The alacrity with which she cut me off indicated she knew more.

“Before...you explained...our lifestyle?” I asked.

“Yeah.” she answered. “Now that he knows this is the deal, well...he seems to like it. It seems to ignite something in him.”

“So what does he say about me?”

“Well, really honey, I mean, you’re asking me about intimate stuff between me and him. I don’t even think I should really say.” she answered.

“C’mon, Katherine, you have to tell me something. I mean, I can’t sorta just know half the story and not know--”

“OK, look. Just between you and me, OK?” she asked.

I nodded.

“I think,” she started before pausing. Her eyes searched for the words and she began again, “I think his respect for you has changed. I think the whole thing kinda threw him for a loop and opened his eyes up to this whole world of a lifestyle he didn’t know existed. And in some ways, he’s kind of an old soul, he’s traditional, you know? He doesn’t approve of the idea that a man would let his wife relax with another man. He ties that to his pride. I don’t really know how else to say it, but I guess to put it simply, I think he just lost all his respect for you.”

“Ah.” I acknowledged, somewhat hurt. Realizing she hadn’t answered my question, I pressed her one last time: “So what does he say during sex?”

Katherine bowed her head, as if not wanting to repeat her lover’s words.

“Look - he just likes, you know....things like, he likes to ask me questions like who’s cock is bigger, and do I like his cock? Do I like it better than yours? Is he a better fuck than you? Things like that.”

“And what do you say?”

Katherine eyed me with a sort of ‘duh’ expression. “Well, honey, right in the middle of sex, what do you think I say?”

My mind drifted off. The image still fresh in my mind of Jimmy fucking my wife on the arm of our couch, Katherine’s feet lifted to face the ceiling over his shoulders, the image of Jimmy’s cock inside of my wife witnessed by my own eyes. Added to that, the idea of Jimmy grunting aloud, “Am I a better fuck than your husband?” and Katherine acknowledging through passionate cries of pleasure “Yes! Yes! You’re a better fuck than Robert!”

I’d heard that before, of course from the second bedroom and from the den in our own place. I had heard variations on that before. And in total fairness, those passionate replies in the affirmative were probably truthful most of the time. But this time was different.

This time, I knew beyond any reamisterable doubt, that it was completely true. Nothing could even be said in my defence, Jimmy was hands-down the better lover, 100 times out of 100. It was different this time because the man cuckolding me this time is a man who, apparently had previously enjoyed my company and respected me as a man, even as he had cuckolded me the first time, without my knowledge.

Now he was colluding to cuckold me with my wife once more, but this time with my full knowledge and acceptance. But this time, as he enjoyed the pleasures of my wife, he had no respect for me whatsoever.

“He thinks I’m a cuckold, and a fool.” I uttered aloud.

“You are a cuckold.” Katherine corrected. “And yes, I think he probably does think of you somewhat as a fool. But we know different, and that’s all that matters. He’s just young, he measures everyone by what they can do with their dick.”

“Would you say he enjoys the whole, you know, ‘boffing my wife’ thing more than usual?” I asked of her. Not lost on me was the offense of the fact that my wife had slept with enough men to offer an educated answer based on a large sample size.

“I would say...” Katherine began, “...he enjoys that fact, now, as much as any man I’ve ever been with.”

I nodded with a certain self-acknowledgment of shame.

“What percentage of men enjoy that part of it, would you say?” I asked, purely out of curiosity.

“I don’t know.” Katherine replied quickly, only then putting some thought into it. “Tough to say...maybe...1 in 4? Most guys just want sex, to be honest, but...I’d say 1 in 4 get off on being the other man.”

Hmm. I calculated quickly. Of the almost 100 men who had enjoyed Katherine since we began our relationship close to five years ago, approximately 25 were getting their jollies not just from enjoying Katherine’s charms, but at least partially out of the fact that they were cuckolding me, contributing to my considerable shame, and playing me for the fool.

I’m glad I’ve been such a source of amusement as to be able to make so many people happy, I thought to myself sarcastically.

Katherine rose from the couch and bent down to retrieve her hot pink lace panties. Pulling them up her legs to conceal her expertly-fucked pussy from me, she stepped toward me, kissed me on the cheek and said “I’m going to get dressed and get dinner started.”

“OK” I answered. ‘I’m going to take a shower” heading in the direction of our bathroom.

Locking the door behind me, i began to undress and set my clothes aside. I reached my hand in past the shower curtain to turn on the shower head, realizing I had forgotten to remove my watch.

Unfastening the wristband, I stepped backward to turn and place it on the counter. As I set it down I caught sight of the large pool of cum at the bottom of our wastebasket, having flooding around the condom that had spent an hour or so sheathing Jimmy’s cock, fucking my wife and cuckolding me.
~sissy~
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OK, I'm going against my own word on this, but I thought I'd share the last chapter I've been holding onto anyway. It might be a while before I have the time to write more, I usually try to keep one in reserve. Reamister I'm releasing it is I'm not sure how this one will be received - it's less of a chapter about sex and more about humiliating poor Robert through the use of language. It might be too cerebral for some -- but what do you guys think?


CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I arrived at home to find Jimmy gracing us with his presence once again. Jimmy had been seeing Katherine for a little over two weeks now since first reuniting, and it was now becoming customary to expect him at our place if he happened to have the night off, or to come over late, after work on weekends. Since his schedule with the nightclub was unpredictable and as he and co-workers would often trade shifts to meet other "priorities" in their lives, I never knew whether he would be in my home until the moment I unlocked the door.

If they were right in the middle of having sex, it was usually obvious. Today, however, I couldn't hear anything and so assumed they were just talking or watching TV - until I walked right into our living room only to find them quietly engaged with each other - and once I'd overcome my initial surprise it was easy to see why: Jimmy, in a feat of upper body strength I did not myself possess, was holding Katherine upside down by her ankles, high up into the air.

Suspended upside down and completely naked, my wife Katherine was performing a blowjob on a triumphant-faced Jimmy, her long hair hanging down within inches of the floor.

Disengaging his penis from her mouth, she immediately started laughing. "Oh my God! That was awesome!"

Letting her down onto the floor gently, Jimmy waited for Katherine to get up so they could take their continued sex games into the master bedroom where they continued vocally and unabated for the next hour and a half as I settled in on the couch and pretended to watch television as I tried to eavesdrop on them.

Little did they in fact know that I had in fact procured a recording device to place in the bedroom.

I had become so obsessed with Jimmy's taunting of me during the course of having sex with my wife that I wanted to hear for myself what they were saying. Having caught them by surprise today, I had not time to set the recording device in advance, so it would have to wait for another evening.

When they finally finished up, Katherine emerged in just a sexy red bra and panties from the bedroom to pick up the phone, turn to me and announce "I'm ordering pizza. What do you want?"

I tendered my topppings preferences, and no sooner was I done that Jimmy emerged from the bedroom as well, fully dressed, thankfully.

"Jimmy, I'm ordering pizza - you staying?" she asked him.

Oh great.

"Sure."

Katherine began looking around for her purse before retreating to the front hall to fetch her credit card. As she disappeared around the corner, and distracted by the phone, Jimmy leaned over to me, smiling as ever, asking,

"And how was your day, cuckold?"

He had taken to calling me cuckold as often as he could, seeming to really relish the offense it allowed him to bestow on me - that is, in addition to providing my wife with orgasms on a regular basis. My only tactic in defence would be to try to ignore it and answer the question.

"Not too bad, just a typical day, really." I replied.

"Mine was great!" he responded. "Day off - got some laundry done, had some lunch and fucked your wife. And now, pizza! All in all, a great day."

Everything he said to me was designed to provoke a reaction, and while I never gave in to him, it didn't stop him from trying.

Katherine hung up the phone and returned, asking Jimmy sternly, "I hope you're not taunting Robert. I heard the word cuckold."

"No, no" Jimmy replied. "I was just explaining how I was actually googling the word the other day, like you suggested. It was interesting, actually, I learned a lot I didn't know."

Oh please, I thought, 'Jimmy the scholar'.

"Oh?" Katherine inquired, interested. "What did you learn?"

"I was amazed actually. You mentioned Shakespeare - did you also know about this other guy, Moliere?" he asked, albeit pronouncing it 'Moly-air-y'. Hmm, I guess I had to hand it to him, he was doing some studying after all.

"Moliere." Katherine corrected him with a put-on, proper Parisian accent. "Yes, I have read the plays of Moliere."

"I guess things were really different back then." Jimmy analyzed. "I mean, nowadays, if a guy gets cheated on, people feel sorry for him, you know? They think 'what a bitch' when they see his ex. Seems like back then they would just laugh at the poor guy."

"There were different ideas of gender relations back then." Katherine responded.

Why is she bothering, I thought to myself. This meathead isn't going to be interested in your old women's studies course from university! Nevertheless, she continued,

"Back then, women were thought of as property. So, for another man to have slept with your wife was, basically, another man using your property without your permission. And of course back then the church wouldn't consent to divorce, and this was all way before birth control. So, the very real concern was that if another man succeeded in bedding your wife, you would be stuck raising a young that was not your own."

"Huh. Never thought of that." Jimmy admitted. Not to my surprise.

"Basically, the idea of being a cuckold became a point for paranoid fear, lest it impugn your male pride." Katherine continued, using at least one word I would swear he didn't understand. Resuming her train of thought, Katherine continued, "What's interesting is that, perhaps in the attempt to prove that they themselves were not cuckolds, men in medieval Europe, in many different cultures, all independently of each other, began to create rituals designed to stigmatize known cuckolds."

"What do you mean?" Jimmy asked, appearing very interested. He's probably just fishing for more details he can use towards humiliating me, I thought to myself. I wish I could just shut her up right now but Katherine really relished the teaching role.

"I'll give you an example" Katherine started. "So, in some parts of Europe, if a man was known for a fact to have been cuckolded, the other men of the village would get together and place a set of antlers on his head and then they'd parade him around the village. In fact, this sign still exists today."

Jimmy looked up confusedly. I had heard all of this before.

"You know when you put two fingers behind someone's head when you're taking a photo?" she asked.

"Yeah." Jimmy replied, holding up two fingers. "Like this?"

"Exactly. That comes from that tradition."

"OK - and what was the point of parading him around the village?"

"This is the part that's a little cruel," Katherine began, firing me a sympathetic smile, "basically, since everybody knew what the antlers meant, these other men from the village would lead him around and invite the other townspeople to stop and laugh at the cuckold."

"Really?" Jimmy asked as if in disbelief.

"Really." she confirmed. "So you are right - it was different back then - if a man had been cuckolded, the idea then was basically that he had failed as a man. The reamister everyone humiliated him for that was to create a stigma - that you did not want to end up a cuckold yourself, or else this would happen to you - so that people were vigilant in guarding their 'property'." My slightly feminist wife finished with a sarcastic tone.

"So where do we find a pair of antlers for Robert to wear?" Jimmy asked, flashing me a condescending toothy grin.

I expected Katherine to temper Jimmy's taunt of me as she usually would, but apparently she wasn't finished with the history lesmister yet. Brushing his taunt right off, she carried on.

"When you say find a pair of antlers for Robert, now, the way the expression evolved, the antlers came to be known more commonly as horns." she imparted. "So from this you hear the expression of 'the horns of the cuckold' or, as you yourself could say, you have 'presented Robert with his horns'."

I so didn't appreciate being used as an example in that way. Still, she offered another.

"Or, as another example, I could say 'Jimmy has placed the cuckold's horns on Robert's head.'"

For terminology emanating from such dry medieval literature, I was beginning to flush red with embarrassment at such a spirited conversation containing various examples of how I could be described as a humiliated cuckold.

"The main thrust of it is" Katherine continued, no pun intended, "that the cuckold is seen as a powerless figure, despite the fact he is a man. Even in medieval times, it showed that a wife, still considered property - nevertheless had power. A husband had no say in whether or not he became his wife's cuckold, it was completely up to her. And if she willed it to be, and did not consider or simply did not care about the offense it caused for her husband, then he became a cuckold and thus, an object of ridicule.

That's why you read about all of these cuckolds in Chaucer, Shakespeare, and Moliere - back then, the way people looked at things, a cuckold was pretty much the funniest character in literature. He was usually regarded as a fool whose misery was often the product of his own doing."

"Wow - I kind of thought this was just like, a kink or a fetish, I had no idea there was all of this history behind it," Jimmy gushed.

"Technically speaking," Katherine began pensively - "Robert would be considered by most to be a wittol."

"A wittol?" Jimmy asked.

"Yes, a wittol." she confirmed. "Technically, a cuckold implies that the man is unaware that his wife has been unfaithful. When a man discovers his wife's adultery and chooses to accept his wife's cuckolding of him and allows it to continue - he is a wittol, which means he is a willing cuckold."

"So, I guess really, the first time we slept together, Robert was a cuckold. And now he's a wittol." Jimmy surmised.

"That is absolutely right." Katherine confirmed with a certain happiness, proud to have imparted this lesson of rather dubious value. "But he continues to be a cuckold anyway. Put it this way: just because you're a cuckold doesn't mean you are a wittol, but if you are a wittol you are definitely a cuckold because your wife is unfaithful to you. Because the word wittol has basically fallen out of use altogether, I prefer just to refer to Robert as a cuckold."

My face was flushed completely crimson at this point, which was now detected by Jimmy.

"Look at his face!" Jimmy pointed out to my wife, who looked over.

"Aww, poor Robert. Sorry baby. I just wanted to make sure Jimmy understood the history of it."

"Could have been worse," Jimmy told me, "We could have made you wear antlers around the city."

"Horns." Katherine reminded him. "And despite the roots of the tradition, the expression doesn't imply that he has to literally wear horns. Robert is wearing cuckold's horns just by being a cuckold."

"They're invisible!" Jimmy exclaimed.

"They're invisible." Katherine agreed, turning to me and reaching out to grab my chin, saying to me in a baby voice "and they look so cute on him!"

"So, is he always wearing the horns, or like, do they last for a while and then he gets new ones when he gets cuckolded again?" Jimmy asked.

Katherine laughed, rightfully so, at the ridiculousness of the question. "I have no idea!"

"I guess what I'm really asking then," Jimmy started, "is can we give him another set of horns after dinner?"

Licking her lips, Katherine replied "That my dear...we can do." And with a peck on Jimmy's cheek, my beautiful wife, in just her bra and panties disappeared into the bedroom to get dressed for dinner.

Jimmy was just staring into space smugly, now with the knowledge that he was not only fucking my wife, but in doing so was participating in a centuries-old tradition of husband offense. Perhaps for him, an affair with my wife now held greater meaning - he had been duly initiated into the ancient fraternity of virile, alpha men who take pride and immeasurable joy in making cuckolds of lesser men, joining with others in mockery of the cuckold's misfortune.

Meanwhile I too stared into blank space, not only feeling totally humiliated by Katherine's history lesson, but also contemplating what these ancient customs meant for my part in all this. I had now been reminded by my wife, and in the presence of her lover, that the imaginary weight I could feel bearing down on my head was indeed the weight of the cuckold's horns, a gift presented to me by my wife and her lover as a symbol of literature's ultimate offense.

The final, shameful twist being the knowledge that it was I, myself, who had requested to be presented with these horns. Indeed, if my debasement tonight was uncomfortable, then I had only myself to blame. I recommended that Katherine get back in touch with Jimmy and work to once again produce that figurative pair of cuckold's horns which I would then, I had assured her, place willingly upon my own head.

And that is exactly what I had done, left to wallow in a offense of my own choosing, that my beautiful wife could enjoy the sex life she yearned for. It's tough to make comparimisters over a thousand years of history, but I wondered if perhaps there were anyone more fitting than I to wear the cuckold's horns.
~sissy~
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Excellent writing. Thank you for all of your work here. Looking forward to more with finger on clit.
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splendid mate, splendid!
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Sorry to harsh the buzz, but in its own way this Story is MUCH darker and shows a much baser and inhumane side of H sapiens than say, "Merry Christmas Darling" I do like it because it makes me think.....about the nature of what we call Love, Marriage, and even cuckolding. This is compelling in its lack of graphic details about the sex, except to cast a hard light on the discomfiture and anguish of the cuck. In its own way, this is fine literature. Great Job! Now I know I will never understand true cucks, if this gent is one.
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PS to sissyschoolgirl, this is one of the most creative stories on this site. Realistic, and plausible, and the couple are not common stroke story character types. Yet they are portrayed so bluntly as to have as much impact as a much wilder couple (to me anyhow). Perhaps it is the way Robert portrays Katherine as being almost blasé about cucking on him. Again, great story!
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Here's another installment, everybody. I've never claimed to be a creative genius - I'd like to credit Lance of the famous "Lance & Donna" sound clips on this very site - I have taken that as inspiration for this chapter (which was entered into the story arc long ago -- I already know how the story ends!) I hope everyone likes it. As always, comments, being my only payment, are very, very much appreciated. Oldbearswitch, your most recent comment hit me deep and inspired me to put the time aside to continue our story this week. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

On a side note - I am currently storyboarding another idea -- it's coming together and I should be able to release a first chapter soon. It's a little different (after all, why write the same thing over and over again?) before I get much further with it, I'd like some feedback from people on what they've enjoyed about this story as well as what they like in general. You can leave the comment here, or you can send me a private message. I am most particularly curious to know if powerd feminization in any way would be welcome in a new story or does it take away. Also how important the "realism" of the story is. I sought here a way to write a reamisterably realistic story while still as hot as fiction can be.

What I have in mind for the next story would probably take one or two short paces away from the "realism" but I would try very hard to make it as realistic as possible. The concept has been done before, but basically the idea is about a women's BDSM munch who set up an "AA-type" meeting for the cuckolded husbands. I think I can do it in a plausible way. Any thoughts on this before i go much further down the path?

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

You might say tonight would be the moment of truth. It was a Saturday night and Katherine was going out for another girls’ night, to Jimmy’s club no less where they would be assured special treatment by her bartender lover.

I had queried her on whether or not it was smart to be in such close proximity to her lover around her friends, wanting as usual to keep my offense private. Katherine assured me that he would be busy behind the bar, that it would be loud, and that the only reamister she really even wanted to go there was because she knew Jimmy could comp her tab. Fair enough.

She had seen Jimmy just last night - once again, after finishing up his shift on a Friday night, Jimmy called to say he was on his way over, and Katherine, rubbing the tiredness from her eyes with excited lust, promptly requested I readjourn to the second bedroom while she prepared herself to cuckold me once again in our master bedroom.

Immediately, she departed for the bathroom to put on some make up, so at last I was presented with the opportunity I had waited for: the chance to turn on the voice activated recorder I had purchased two weeks earlier. With the simple flick of a switch, I prepared the device and took the 20-foot or so walk of shame to the second bedroom, signalling my approval of Katherine’s infidelity.

Perhaps I was just too tired, or perhaps subconsciously I knew I would be able to hear everything in a recording at a later date, but I drifted off immediately to relax and did not wake to hear Jimmy’s arrival, his making love to my wife, or his departure. In the morning, Katherine came in to playfully join my in my bed in the second bedroom and to reassure me, teasingly, that she had enjoyed a wonderful night.
We enjoyed a lovely Saturday together, running simple errands, going to lunch and even taking in a take at Mulligan’s! Despite the recent knowledge that Jimmy didn’t work there anymore I hadn’t been back since Katherine’s initial tryst with him, and it was fun to go back. There were lots of genuine smiles from people who hadn’t seen us in a while and I just gave them the usual about how busy we had been (if only they knew how busy indeed) as justification for not having stopped by. Why would anyone think anything different?

While Katherine and I cuddled into each other in our little booth, I couldn’t get that recording out of my mind. She had told me she and her two friends were going to the club later that night, so I knew tonight would be my chance and while doing my best to look and be patient, it was gnawing at me, knowing tonight I would hear for myself what secrets might emerge from their cries of passion together.

We ordered in some chinese food at home, and by 10 pm Katherine emerged from the bedroom in a dark blue microdress with matching high heels. She looked amazing. With dangly, droopy silver earings offering the glint of diamonds in the light, and made up like she was going to the Oscars, she was indeed a picture of absolute beauty. While I always appreciated the effort Katherine put into her appearance for me, and while she certainly always gave at least that much effort to a lover, she always seemed to pull out all the stops when the night was to be spent with girlfriends! Perhaps just a competitive woman thing, I thought.

With a peck to my cheek, my gorgeous wife headed out the door. Watching her sexy bum sway out our front door I thought of the old line that “I’m sorry to see her go, but love to watch her walk away!”

I waited the requisite five minutes to ensure Katherine wouldn’t burst back in having forgotten a phone, lipstick, wallet, whatever, as she so often would - and, feeling confident that she was en route to meet her friends, I slipped into the master bedroom and retrieved the recording device.

The size of a credit card, it was all digital. Gone were the days of tapes. I myself had been surprised to learn that when I bought it two weeks ago from a store specializing in cameras, spy equipment and what not.

In wanting to be helpful, the clerk was asking me questions about what it would be for, what I was trying to record so that he could recommend the best device. I decided on the old “I suspect my wife is cheating” - not wanting, obviously, to admit that I knew very well that my wife was not in fact cheating behind my back, but full-on cuckolding me with my expressed approval.

He stopped me, in an attempt to offer altruistic sage advice: “You know, pal,” he started in his own gruff manner, “I only say this because the best one I have here, is this.”

He lifted a surprisingly small box out from under the display case and continuted to inform me of its virtues.

“This will pick up a conversation between two mice on the floor of Rexall Place, even if you’re sitting in the reds.” he said exaggerated, in reference to our local arena. “But it will cost. This one is $400. Between you and me; by the time most men are getting around to buying one of these, the news it brings you is almost never good. You might think about rather than spending the money, just talking to your wife about it.”

“I understand.” I told him, genuinely appreciative of his attempt to be more than just a salesman. “But I’ll take it.”

“There’s no refunds.” He gave me a final warning.

“That’s OK. Put it on my MasterCard.”

Now here I was holding it in my hand, in my living room, home alone. The opportunity had finally presented itself and the proof of my last night’s offense lay in this small credit card sized device. I held it for a moment just as a technological marvel - and then I pressed play.

It began innocuously enough, with some fumbling sounds as I gather they got into bed. Then a seemingly silent interlude disrupted by the loud smacks of unmistakable open mouthed kissing.

“Yeah, baby.” Jimmy’s voice emanated out of the device, sending a chill down my spine. “Let me feel those tits.”

Katherine’s only reply was a throaty giggle as the sounds of kissing persisted.

An “mmmph!” out of Katherine was heard next, followed quickly by a playful squeal and the squeak of the mattress, as I wondered if Jimmy had thrown her onto the bed from another position.

“I’ve been waiting for this all week.” Katherine told him sexily.

“Waiting for what?” Jimmy asked her coyly.

“You know!” Katherine fired back playfully.

“No, you gotta tell me. You gotta tell me what you’ve been waiting for all week.” Jimmy answered with a sort of mock sternness, followed quickly by a light slap, ostensibly somewhere to Katherine’s body.

“I’ve been wanting to feel your dick inside me all week.” Katherine told him lustily.

“But you’re a married woman!” Jimmy said with mock sincerity. “Or are you really a dirty whore?”

I could hardly believe Katherine would entertain a conversation like this with anyone, despite the fact I knew from many previous experiences that she did.

“Oh, Jimmy, you have no idea what a whore I am.”

“You’re a whore?”

“I am a fucking whore.”

“You’re a whore and you like big cocks.”

“Yeah, oh yeah. Give it to me.”

“You like-”

“Put it in me!” Katherine insisted with a raised voice.

A couple seconds silence followed with “oooh.....oooh, AH yeah” from Katherine.

“You feel that?” Jimmy asked.

“Oh God, yeah I feel that. Now fuck me you fucking stud. FUCK ME!”

Their breathing, the subtle squeaks of the mattress, all of it came into concert with one another in establishing a rhythm. As the rhythm built up to a faster speed, Katherine began adding her moans to the sounds of my cuckoldry.

“You like getting fucked?”

“YES!” Katherine screamed emphatically.

“You like big cocks?”

“YES!”

“You like this big cock?”

“Oh, God, YES!”

“It’s not like your husband’s, is it?”

That sent a shockwave through me. I knew Jimmy had begun to enjoy humiliating me over and above the mere fact he was fucking my wife, but I didn’t know until now that this made up part of his bedroom repertoire.

Then, the answer.

“NO!”

“You like this? You like this cock better than your husband’s?” Jimmy asked between grunts.

“YES! Oh God, I love your cock!”

“You love my cock?” 

“I love your cock!”

“Better than your husband’s?”

“YES!”

“Tell me. Tell me it’s better.”

“Your cock is better! I love your cock! Now shut up and fuck me hard!”

While a very small victory for a cuckolded husband listening to a recording of his wife and her lover having sex, I smiled a bit at Katherine telling him to shut up at his continued attempts at debasing me.

The sounds of squeaking and moaning and panting persisted for another couple of minutes, followed by a pause and then more squeaking and moaning - both with renewed vigor.

I would have paid anything to know what provoked Katherine’s next statement, when she let out: “GOD I LOVE IT WHEN YOU DO THAT!”

Followed by many more choruses of “YES, YES, YES!” they persisted with Katherine’s moans crescendoing into screams.

“Fuck me, you fucking stud! FUCK ME, FUCK ME! Oh yeaaaaaahhh! Give me that dick! Give it to me!”

“You want more?” Jimmy shouted back to her, to which she replied “YES!”

Both of them reached their highest point of volume now, with Katherine letting out one low, continued moan amongst high pitched yelps.
“YOU LIKE THAT?” Jimmy shouted to her.

“YES! OH MY GOD, YES!” Katherine was screaming like a woman possessed.

“YOU LIKE MY DICK?”

“YES!”

“WHO’S DICK YOU LIKE BETTER, ME OR ROBERT?”

“YOU! YOU! OH, GOD, DEFINITELY YOU!”

“WHO’S IS BIGGER?”

“YOURS!”

“Who fucks you best?”

“YOU, Jimmy, you’re the best I’ve ever had!”

“You mean that?”

“YES!”

“You like fucking me with your husband next door?”

“YES!”

“You are a fucking whore, you love to fuck around your husband, don’t you?”

“YES - Jimmy, I’m a whore! I love to fuck around my husband!”

“You like fucking around on Robert?”

“I love to fuck around on Robert.”

“He just takes it like a bitch.”

Katherine seemed to reply with a non-committal, non-verbal “mmmhmm”. It wasn’t what Jimmy was looking for. “Does he take it like a bitch?”

“He takes it like a bitch!” Katherine admitted to her lover, passionately.

“Your husband is a pussy.” Jimmy told her. “Isn’t he?”

Another “mmmhmmm”.
“Tell me, who is the pussy?” Jimmy pressed her.

“Robert. Robert is a pussy!” Katherine replied.

“I’m going to cum!”

“Cum! Cum! Cum in my pussy! I want your cum-” Katherine shouted back.

Jimmy let out a loud groan, simultaneous to a scream of Katherine’s. He had cum.

I knew enough to write off most of that dialogue to sex talk. I had experienced that before, discussed it with my wife, and was content. Not that is wasn’t absolutely vulgar offense to have to listen to.

What was interesting was the conversation that followed. A door opened, there was the sound of sheets being readjusted, altogether about five minutes of nothing really happening before, apparently they were in bed again, ostensibly cuddled up chatting.

“Do you think we kept the little cuckold up?” Jimmy asked her.

“I hope not, he was tired today.” Katherine said.

“Well, if he did hear us, hopefully he learned something.” he boasted.

“Jimmy,” Katherine began. “What are you so hard on Robert?”

There was a distinct pause - a gap of dead air Jimmy didn’t fill, only to be punctured once again by Katherine’s voice.

“You’ve got a pretty good deal here, Jimmy. I’m a few years older than you, you’re not going to want a relationship to me, and in this arrangement that’s not a worry for you. You get to come over, we have our fun, and that’s it.”

“I love this arrangement.” Jimmy reassured her.

“So why so hard on my husband?” Katherine asked.

“I dunno,” he replied at last. “I guess, well, maybe I don’t really get this whole cuckold deal from his point of view, but, I guess its hard to respect a man who lets his wife step out on him. Especially in some of the ways that we do it.”

“So it’s good old fashioned machismo.” Katherine replied, non argumentatively, just observed, almost as if she were amused by it.

“If you want to call it that.” he countered.

“I gotta tell you, Jimmy, we just have different ideas about the whole thing. I like to think they are advanced ideas. I respect Robert very much, obviously. He’s my husband, and I think it takes a lot of courage for him to let me live the life I want. Don’t you agree? Do you think you could do what Robert is doing for me?”

“There’s no way I could do what Robert does.” Jimmy replied. “And nor would I want to. I would never be a cuckold.”

“You never know, Jimmy...pretty much half of men become cuckolds. If your woman cheats, she cheats, and that’s all there is to it.” Katherine teased him.

“Yeah, well, it isn’t going to happen to me.” Jimmy replied authoritatively.

“I don’t mind playing some roleplay type stuff, and telling you what you want to hear in bed, but all I ask is that you don’t be cruel to Robert.”

“Isn’t cuckolding him cruel?” Jimmy asked.

“Well, kind of I guess,” Katherine answered. “But it’s something he knows how to deal with, its a part of our relationship. Let’s just say then, don’t be unnecessarily cruel.”

“What do I do that’s so cruel?” Jimmy asked in his defence. “Calling him ‘cuckold’?”

“I don’t mind you calling him a cuckold, Robert is a cuckold. That is a statement of fact,”

Ouch.

“I’m just talking about your attitude in general.” Katherine continued. “The way you kind of sneer at him. You don’t have to like him. I’m not even asking you to show him respect.”

Ouch again.

“I’m just asking you not to be cruel. If you get off on being the other man, so be it, but keep it to yourself or at least between just you and I. Just don’t be so smug. You don’t want to lose your right to cuckold Robert do you?”

“No.” Jimmy answered, “But I don’t think you could resist my dick at this stage anyway.” he finished cockily.

After a brief pause, Katherine answered, probably only somewhat teasingly, “that’s true. But do you think you can be a little nicer to my poor cuckolded husband?”

“I’ll try.” was all he could promise.

The conversation continued, drifting on to each others’ work and what not before Jimmy excused himself and said he was going to go home. Then, naturally the recording stopped.

I listened to it three times that night - and as much as I was, ashamedly getting off on listening to the sex, I felt as reassured and comforted by Katherine as I ever had listening to their conversation.

Before jacking off one more time and going to bed, I texted Katherine: “I love you. I am a very lucky cuckold.”
~sissy~
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Can't wait for the next chapter of this!!! Great story.
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and me too
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Can't wait for the next chapter of this!!! Great story.

me too
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**I pasted this in from my word processor and a number of words have been asterisked out - can anyone tell me why? I've tried editing them and they just won't seem to take hold?

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This has been a long time in coming - thank you for your patience. Some recent comments here really got me off the fence to finish this chapter and keep the story rolling, so always remember, your kind comments really do help. Thank you for all your support so far, I hope you enjoy the next chapter which is somewhat bittersweet - it is a blend of some fairly intensive ************ for our protagonist, followed up with some sweet moments with his wife. I hope you will enjoy.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

I had to doubletake upon walking in the door at Mulligan's. Much to my considerable surprise, behind the bar was the unmistakeable figure of the young man who took such pleasure in heaping *********** on me. What was he doing back on my turf?

"Jimmy?" I asked, approaching the bar.

"Yeah." Jimmy acknowledged me with a cocky grin. As if reading my mind, he continued, "Jack, the owner, was in a bit of a tight spot so he offered me a nice little bonus to pick up a few extra shifts here."

"Ah." I acknowledged simply. At least the place was empty. "Could I get a pint, Jimmy."

"You got it, boss." Jimmy replied with considerable sarcasm.

"Heard you been pretty busy lately, yourself." I said, making conversation.

"Yup" Jimmy continued, "I've been so busy lately I've barely had time to fuck your wife."

"Oh is that right?" I asked in a lower tone, hoping he would lower his, lest anyone else hear. There were three other young guys sat at the other end of the bar, I couldn't decide if they'd hear that comment or not. Trying to act casual I just carried on, asking: "been working a lot?"

"Yeah," said Jimmy passively.

I knew that Katherine had seen Jimmy just the other night, because she had, for the first time, asked me up front and directly if we could break one of our long standing rules and get in a quickie with Jimmy at his place while he had about two hours between things. Jimmy had in fact been working a lot and at this point Katherine hadn't seen him in about two weeks, and I could tell she wanted to very badly. Of course, I relented.

"Well, unless you're going off soon, you'll be seeing her soon, she's meeting me here." I intimated to him.

His head snapped up at me. Standing up and saying unusually loud, "wait - your wife, Katherine, is on her way here now?"

I noticed the three guys at the end of the bar look at each other and smile. I nodded weakly.

"You two having a ***** together? That's nice." said Jimmy with the smile of a snake.

Jimmy chucked a bar rag over his shoulder and waltzed down to the other end where the three guys were sitting.

"Three more, fellas?" he asked.

"Yeah, we'll take three more, Jimmy," said one, waving a folded note over the bar.

Picking up the two empty glasses and heading back to the register without the money, Jimmy said "Don't worry about it, Simon, I can ring it in as promo."

Just what I feared. They're friends. They probably know everything. Now I just have to be the dumb schmuck sitting at the end of the bar and take it like a fool. If Katherine weren't on her way I could leave, of course I could always go and call and tell her change of plans - but then again, if I tell her Jimmy is here that would probably give her added incentive to come here. What is a cuckold to do?

After taking the refilled beer mugs down to his friends at the bar, Jimmy came back my way. He leaned over to me privately, quietly, and said, "you know, I did actually see Katherine just the other night."

"I know." I said. "She told me."

"Oh, good." He nodded with a smirk. "It was nice to see her, she was looking real good. Wearing that tight red dress she has, with those black high heels with the red on the bottom, what do they call those?"

"Louboutins." I answered, looking down at the bar.

"Yes! Louboutins. Fuckin' love those. She even wears those in the sack with me sometimes, she knows how much I love those." It always seems to be an extra humiliating revelation when you learn of some sexual detail some other guy has tried with your wife and you haven't. It makes you want to try it even if the idea had never come across your mind before. Just the fact that you know your wife is willing to do it for another man and hasn't done it with you, it seems like something you ought to rectify. Just as I was mulling that over, Jimmy snapped me back to reality.

"Best of all, man...she was wearing those...do you know the ones, the little panties..." he paused, momentarily. "Actually, that reminds me. Could you do me a favour?" he asked me, in a sincere and solemn intonation that made me feel like for all our playing around, that what he was about to say was really serious.

"Sure." I replied, more curious to know what he'd ask than actually inclined to do him a favour.

Jimmy reached beneath the bar, where he kept a knapsack he always brought to work with him, grabbing something which fit into the palm of his hand, which he sealed into a fist without revealing what was inside.

Dramatically, he raised his clenched fist containing the mystery item directly into the air, provoking the rapt attention of his friends at the end of the bar as to what might be revealed. I was genuinely curious as this was obviously being done for my benefit. Little did I know that the next fifteen minutes of my life would be, without any doubt, the absolutely most humiliating of my entire life.

Unclenching his fist, Jimmy dangled from his index finger, by their purple, lace-trimmed waistband, what I instantly knew to be a pair of Katherine's panties. It was a bright fire-engine red g-string with a purple waistband and string, a small purple bow on the front and three pretty red ribbons going down the back, starting at the crux of the "T".

"I think these belong to Katherine...would you return them to her for me?" he asked me, quite seriously.

I was gobsmacked. I hadn't any idea what to say. How does one reply in this situation? I was caught up in the "fight or flight" mentality - do I just smack this guy right now, do I get up and leave? Do I acknowledge that this punk is holding my wife's panties up in the air? What do I do? Then I realized, Jimmy's gaze had not broken mine and he was still waiting for me to make a fool of myself with some sort of an answer.

I still didn't know what to say, but I knew it was futile to deny it. After all, Katherine routinely flirted with him openly and for all I knew this little bastard had taken cameraphone pictures or worse. I had to say something. Every second I delayed answering was an extra second that my wife's panties, the evidence of her infidelity, continued to be held up for all to see.

"Yes." I finally answered in a soft and humble voice, hoping I could make this demeaning scene end in one word. Oh how naive I was.
"Yes...they are your wife's....or yes you will return them?" he asked me with mock confusion.

My peripheral vision could see his friends at the other end of the bar staring at me with wide-toothed grins hanging on my every outrageous word. To answer Jimmy's questions meant much more than to positively identify my wife's underwear or to promise that I would return them; the real moment of truth with either acknowledgement was a thinly-veiled public confession that I was my wife's cuckold - and Jimmy was determined to pull that confession out of me. At this point I was becoming passive to this, my most public of ************. I had so little dignity left with these people to preserve that I sought to end it as quickly as possible. About thirty seconds had now gone by with my wife's sexy underwear dangling for all to see from the finger of the very man who had so triumphantly cuckolded me.

"Yes....those are my wife's panties." I acknowledged. Jimmy started to crack a grin. Out of the corner of my eye, one of Jimmy's friends looked at another for a reaction. The third was still starting at me with a look of disbelief.

"And yes", I continued, "I will return them to her."

"Thanks, man." Jimmy replied with only the slightest hint of a smirk. He was enjoying his role and playing it well. "She left them on my bedroom floor and they look really nice so I was sure she'd be looking for them." With that he placed my wife's worn g-string gently down on the bar infront of me, beside my beer.

"Thank you." I replied. Having grown up and lived a lifetime of being polite to people, it was an automatic response. I instantly regretted it. I had just thanked my tormentor for returning my unfaithful wife's panties to me in public view. Jimmy seized on it.

First turning to his friends with a smile, then right back to me, he said with much emphasis: "No problem - I'm happy to help out!"

His three friends broke into laughter at this point. I heard one faintly say "Man, that's *******"

"Here's one on the house!" Jimmy placed a fresh beer on the bar for me. I guess he felt I'd earned at least that much after putting me through that ordeal.

Just then, I heard from behind me, "that's awfully sweet of you, Jimmy!" It was my darling wife, now standing next to me at the bar.

"What's this?" she asked, looking down at her panties on the bar, then looking to me with a mocking grin: "Taking an interest in women's lingerie are we?"

Jimmy's friends began laughing again, which was quickly interrputed by Katherine's realization;

"Wait a minute, those are my panties!" she blurted out.

Jimmy's idiot friends started giggling like schoolgirls at the end of the bar.

I looked to Jimmy to see if he was going to offer any explanation but his lips were sealed. This was interesting, for a split second I thought I could take some control of this situation. Perhaps once Katherine learned that Jimmy was announcing to the bar that she is a slut she might be angry with him, I reasoned. Perhaps she would protest and deny anything having happened and at least create some doubt in the minds of Jimmy's friends as to whether or not he had actually cuckolded me.

I had, after all only recently overheard her on the microphone chastizing him for exactly this kind of treatment. Maybe this was a golden opportunity to turn the tables on Jimmy.

And so, in a strict sort of tone, I offered: "You see, Kathy, Jimmy just finished telling everyone that you left these at his place, and he brought them in and asked me to return them to you." I tried with my best exaggerated sort of tone, as if the whole idea was ridiculous. I looked around; Katherine was digesting it. Jimmy wasn't flinching. His friends were on the edge of their seats.

"Oh!" exclaimed Katherine, obviously putting it altogether. And with that, she snatched up her panties off the bar, stuffed them into her purse and said simply: "well thanks, Jimmy, I figured I left them at your place, thanks for holding onto them for me" and after a brief pause, adding: "can I get a gin and tonic?" taking the seat next to me.

Jimmy dutifully began pouring the ***** while Katherine leaned over to peck me on the cheek and ask "how was your day?"

I tried to make casual small talk with my wife but I was looking right through her, down the bar at Jimmy's friends, taking turns between laughing in hysterics and checking out my wife. Katherine could tell I was uncomfortable with the whole thing and asked for our bill. Jimmy said they were on the house which was fair given the circumstances, plus we hadn't even finished them.

Leaving the bar, Katherine said, "Look, I didn't want to make a scene in there, but I know that was really uncomfortable and I want you to know that I absolutely do not approve of him treating you like that. And I will have a word with him about it later. And I already have, actually."

I was about to say "I know" when I remembered that I could be pressed on the fact I had recorded my wife in intimate moments. I don't think she'd like that, so I quickly dispensed with the thought.

"Thanks, Katherine." we embraced, hugging and kissing right there on the street.

"I love you so much. Why don't you and I just have a night together for ourselves?" Katherine suggested.

We made our way home and Katherine asked for a minute to get comfortable. It was worth the wait, she emerged from our bedroom in a black basque, lace panties and black stockings.

"I thought for you I'd wear all black since I'm such a naughty, naughty wife." She said in a babytalk voice. "I'm usually so bad to you." She walked over and began cutting her finger into the gaps between my shirt buttons and unbuttoning my shirt, looking up at me with her pouty face.

"Could you - um, could you wear something else for me?" I asked.

"Yeah, honey, what?" She looked up at me.

"The Louboutins." I whispered.

"The Louboutins?" she asked with a grin.

"Yes."

"Any reason why?" she asked.

"Jimmy was telling me about how you wore them for him the other night. It just sounded so hot, I wanted to see that for myself."

She grinned. "Wait right here."

Moments later, Katherine re-emerged with the seductive footwear, exactly as I'd requested it.

"Better?" she asked.

"Better." I nodded enthusiastically.

"Would you say they were worth the $1,000 I paid for them, now?" she asked sarcastically.

"Every penny." I asked, unable to take my eyes off her exquisite legs shaped by the beautiful footwear.

Katherine pulled me into bed and I began to feel her body up and down but the shoes really fascinated me. Knowing the last time she wore these she was lying on her back getting fucked by Jimmy.

I removed her dainty underwear and entered my wife slowly. It felt wonderful, like a welcoming homecoming. Quickly, we established our usual rhythm which, in complete honesty I'm sure did virtually nothing for her, physically at least, but felt like a day at the races for me. Litereally, my heart racing, my hands racing, it was wonderful.

"You liking this, baby?" Katherine asked me.

"Oh yeah, is it good for you?" I asked.

"Mmm, it's incredible." Katherine replied, with great enthusiasm but not like what I'd heard from her with other guys.

We made love for about 10 minutes and again Katherine told me how fantastic it was.

I leaned in to her face and said: "Katherine, I know this sounds crazy, but I actually want to hear the truth. I really do. Whatever the truth is, I want to hear it. I know it sounds cruel, but I need to know you're telling me the truth even if it hurts."

"Truth about what?" Katherine asked with naive concern.

"Me." I said, still keeping the rhythm going, if only slowly. "Do I fuck you better than Jimmy?" I asked her.

"Yes." She moaned.

"The truth, Katherine, I really want to hear the truth. Is that the truth?"

"It's not, well it's not either, it's...different."

"Who is better? I asked."

***** Robert, do you really want to hear this?"

"Yes. Do I fuck you better than Jimmy?" I asked.

Katherine moaned for a minute or two, and then let out, slowly, softly, but feeling like an atomic bomb: "No."

"So..." I carried on. "Jimmy fucks you better than I do."

"Yes." she answered more loudly this time.

I began to speed up my rhythm. "You like the way Jimmy fucks you?"

"Yes." she answered again.

I began speeding up, harder and faster.

"Yeah?" I asked her, "You like fucking other men, is that what you like?"

"Oh yes, yes, Robert, I do." she answered.

I raised her legs up over her shoulders, the red heels of the Louboutins now at my eye level and began plowing my wife as best as I could.

"You like fucking around on your husband, you like fucking around on me?" I asked her.

"I fucking LOVE fucking around on you!" she answered enthusiastically.

"You like making a cuckold out of me, don't you?"

"Oh fuck - YES! I do, Robert! I love making a cuckold of you. You want to know the truth, there is nothing on Earth I love more than cuckolding my husband."

"Yeah, you really do love this, you get off on this don't you?" I asked her.

"Yeah honey, I think we're both getting off on this. You like it too, don't you? You love it."

"I do, I love it."

"You like being your wife's little cucky?"

"YES!"

"You like lying next door while I'm getting fucking laid?"

"YES!"

"You like--"

It was too late. With all that, I came. We cradled each other for a few minutes.

"Wow, Robert. For everything we talk about there, that was really pretty good tonight, I must say."

"Thanks" I sorta shrugged.

"That was beautiful." Katherine said with a beaming smile. "That's exactly what I needed tonight. Did the Louboutins work for you?"

"Yeah. I gotta give Jimmy credit for that, I don't know what it is, but they're hot."

"I know, right?" She looked over at me, seizing a rare opportunity to talk about shoes with me I suppose. "It's the red. Such a simple design, but its so sexy and everyone knows what it is."

Sometimes, even for cuckolds, there's nothing like making love to your own wife. We cradled one another in each other's arms. As Katherine drifted off to ***** I tried to guess how many times Jimmy would get to have her before I got to have her again and tried not to think back on my *********** at the bar.

Tonight I felt like I got one over on Jimmy, which is something only a cuckold could think at the thought of having sex with his own wife. In the bedroom, Jimmy would no doubt continue to be the real winner for some time to come. But tonight, I felt like I'd taken off the horns and put on a crown. And felt like a king.
~sissy~
vazkor

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Hello,
I like your story, but it seems (maybe it is deliberate) that you are slowly going back to a 'sissy' cuckold, nothing wrong if it is your taste.
For me being a sissy is not just crossdress or such it is a lot in the attitude, the bar scene was really humiliating and completly the opposite of the few 'rules' of their marriages, even if the night ended rather well .
If you keep the goal of your story (not a sissy one), I think that maybe Katherine should dump Jimmy and put her husband her lover at least out of the bedroom, after all he is supposed to be her love and our hero to be a bit more assertive, not like a macho man, but without accepting so much scorn.
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Thanks Sissy, great chapter. You put it so well, only a cucky would call what Robert got from Kath a victory, but OTOH he did get intimacy.

Some guys get off on ***********, and if that is what Robt wants I would give it to him. But being a bartender and playing the stud for all your dateless buddies is not a good look for the bartender dude, In my somewhat experienced opinion. I suppose you are going for a clichéd bull, and this cat is playing the role well so far. No Clyde or Daddy Mc in lil Jimmy. Other than maybe his unit, which seems to suit Kath just fine.

Great entertainment, please continue!
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Great story so far. I didn't really like how Katherine seemed to be into humiliating Robert and taking him for granted in the beginning. I also didn't like how Robert seemed to be so passive. I would have liked for him to have been a little more involved in her sex life. I like the fact that he has placed a recorder in her bedroom. It sounds like he may be getting more agressive in getting involved. Next I assume he will place a camera or monitor in her bedroom so he can watch her in action. I was hoping that when she was fucking the college guy or one of the times Robert came home and found Katherine fucking in the living room she would have wanted him to stay and watch her. Also back when she was fucking Tony the black guy you said that Robert went to his bed which he assumed was wet from being out in the snow only to find out later it was a cum spot. You failed to explain why or how Katherine broke the condom rule. Don't get me wrong I am hoping that Katherine soon will get into cum play with Robert. For instance when she went to the bar to give Jimmy her phone number and he fucked her in the storeroom I was hoping that when she got in the car and Robert ask her what happened she would have explained that she just got fucked. Then raised her dress to show Robert her wet cum filled panties.

At some point I hope I hope Robert gets to be in the same room with Katherine while she is being fucked. I hope that at some point she will go to Robert just after she has been fucked and ask him to service her. I hope Robert explains and expands on what it is like to finally watch his wife take another man in her vagina. I hope Robert tells us what he sees smells and feels as he witnesses his wife being fucked by another. I hope she finally takes someone bareback so Robert can have some cum play. I also hope Robert somehow finds a little testosterone and tells Jimmy and all the other Jimmys out there that although he enjoys sharing Katherine with them he will not be disrespected. Although I loved the part where Jimmy handed Robert Katherine 's panties in the bar. If he would have been a little less boisterous about it for me it would have been better. It is a special kind of kink when your wife takes off her panties folds them and gives them to another telling him that he is about to find out what they were covering when at dinner or some other social function.

Over all great story and I'm looking forward to reading what else unfolds in the Robert /Katherine sexual cronicals.
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Great story!
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Kinky69
Please keep going . Loved all the chapters so far. thanks paull
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Seriously mate, i don't know how you are able to come up these super hot caps again n again n again n....... Cheers!
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this story has me checking in daily hoping for updates, great writing. Thank you
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