She picked up the nightdress. She liked the laced edge of the cups that would encompass her breasts. She guessed that the length to take it down to her knees; the slight flair would allow easy access for wandering hands. Karl had wandering hands. She was looking forward to his touch.
“Like it?”
Claire looked at Neil. “I think it looks lovely,” she told him. “It will be a pleasure wearing it for him. Thank you.”
Claire glanced down at Neil’s bulge, he was hard again.
“Karl wanted me to give him a call to confirm that we… that you would be spending the night with him,” he told her as he took his mobile from his pocket.
Claire nodded and Neil pressed a key. Karl had obviously got Neil to key his number into his phone. She smiled to herself; Karl was showing himself to be expert at handling cuckolds.
Neil spoke to Karl for a few moments and then he handed the phone to Claire. “Karl would like to speak with you,” he told her.
“Hello,” she told him.
He laughed. “Send Neil out of the room,” he told her. “Tell him I want to talk to you privately.”
Claire looked up at Neil and told him. He looked a bit put out at first but left all the same.
“He’s gone.”
“It’s not often you see someone cave in like that,” he told her. “I knew as soon as he walked into the cafe that he was cuckold material.”
Claire laughed.
“Okay, I know he’s already a cuckold but you know what I mean.”
“Yes, I know,” she told him. “He’s just confessed to me that he’s always had this fantasy about me sleeping with another man. I had no idea. It really took me by surprise.”
“There are lots of men out there like him, Claire, believe me.”
“So then, what next?”
“I’ve ordered a Chinese takeaway for us all,” he told her.
“Including Neil?”
“Yes,” Karl told her. “I like to do that to cuckolds. Let them share a meal with their wife and me and then be sent away. “I might make him tuck you into bed first, I don’t know yet.”
“Neil told me that you dropped your pants and let him see you.”
“I had a really hard boner,” he told her. “He was looking at it so I thought… “
“Did he say anything?”
“No, but I did tell him that this is what you would be getting tonight. The look on his face told me that he was practically creaming himself.”
“He was very leaky when he came back.”
“I’ve seen some guys so bad that they’ve even had a wet patch in the front of their trousers.”
“I had to give him some relief,” she told him.
“You shouldn’t do that, you know,” Karl told her. “Once they have been relieved they might not want to take things further. A cuckold needs to be kept on edge all the time. The morning after the night before is the time for their release, after they have performed their clean up duties, of course.”
Claire laughed. “I think he’ll be okay. He’s still got a hard on,” she told him, “but I will bear that in mind for the future.”
“Good girl.”
“I’m really looking forward to tonight,” she told him. “Neil’s going to be bathing me shortly.”
“I know. I have given him full instructions,” Karl told her. “He asked me did I want him to shave you but I told him I wanted to do that myself later.”
“I look forward to it. I’m looking forward to my spanking as well.”
“I had forgotten about that,” Karl told her. “You really want it?”
Claire could feel that tingle and her wetness again. “I… I think it that it is very important in a relationship like ours. The man should be the dominant one in the bedroom and he should… well, he should show that he’s the boss at the outset. Let the submissive woman know the consequences of rebellion. After all, you wouldn’t want me to use words like no in the bedroom, or refuse you in any way, would you?”
Karl remained silent for a moment. “You’re right,” he told her. “If I don’t show you who is boss now then it may be a sign of weakness.”
“I don’t like weak men,” she told him. “I like a man who is strong and means what he says.”
“I get the picture,” he told her. “Now hand me back to that cuckolded husband of yours.”
Claire shouted for Neil and handed him the mobile before going into the bathroom. By the time he returned she was already in the bath relaxing with her glass of wine. He picked up her sponge and began to soap her down. He was very quiet as he washed her.
“What was Karl saying?” Neil asked her after a few minutes.
“This and that,” she replied.
“He… he was asking me if he could share you with his friend on your day off next week,” Neil told her.
“A friend?”
“Some guy called Jerry or something,” Neil told her. “He’s away this weekend but he is back on Sunday night.”
“Jerome?”
“Yes, that’s it. Jerome.” Neil responded. “Do you know him?”
Claire shook her head. “Karl mentioned him,” she answered, “He said they sometimes shared their women.”
She couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his trousers.
“I… I said it was up to you.”
“So you don’t mind me having a threesome with them then?”
Neil shook his head.
Claire squeezed him. “I think I might have one then.”
“Two… two black guys together might be a bit too much for you,” Neil said. “Especially if he is as big as Karl.”
Claire smiled to herself as she reached for Neil’s bulge again. “What does his look like?” she asked him. “I know that it’s big but what’s it like? Is he circumcised, or is it like yours?”
“He’s circumcised,” Neil told her.
“Hmmm, never had a circumcised man before,” she lied.
“He… he’s quite thick too. He…. he’ll stretch you.”
Claire was tingling again between her thighs. She already knew how thick his cock was and how long it was too. She also knew what it was like to be stretched by it.
“You don’t mind me having one that size, do you?” she asked him. “I mean, I am going to feel the difference between the two of you.”
Neil leaned over and kissed her. “I want you to have the best,” he told her as his hand reached down between her thighs. “I genuinely want you to enjoy him.”
“Thank you,” she told him. “That means a lot to me.”
Neil stood up and unbuckled his trousers and dropped them along with his briefs. “Please,” he told her.
Claire reached for him and gently stroked his wet cock. “Karl has told me not to,” she told him. “Not until tomorrow morning.”
He looked disappointed. “What’s it to do with him?”
Claire looked up at him. “Thing is Neil, Karl is what they call the alpha male now, or at least he will be in a few hours time. In cuckolding, the alpha male is the boss in the bedroom and I have to do what he says. I will take care of you, I promise, but not now.”
Neil had a look of resignation on his face. “Is that what you want?”
Claire looked him in the eye. “I… I want to please Karl. I want to please the alpha male. That’s what happens in cuckolding.”
Neil said nothing. Claire knew that he was now having some very poignant lessons about cuckolding. They both were. The only difference between them was that Claire knew where it was leading to; she knew where it was going but Neil had little or no idea at all.
He accepted his fate and pulled away and pulled his pants back up. “I have to give you a massage now,” he told her. “Karl chose some oil for me to buy for you.”
Claire accepted her fate too, letting Neil dry her body and lead her to bed for a long and relaxing massage. She lay on her front at first and let his hands work on her. She had to admit that he was good and she felt so relaxed when he turned her onto her back. He was quiet as he worked away; she knew that he was deep in thought.
“What are you thinking?” she asked him.
He remained silent for a few moments. “I… I was just thinking that in a little while he’ll be seeing you like this, all naked and everything.”
“Does that bother you?”
“I… I am jealous,” he told her. “I don’t want him to see you naked and yet… “
“You do want him to?”
Neil nodded.
“And what about him fucking me?”
“I don’t want him to and yet I do,” Neil told her.
“That’s the cuckold’s dilemma isn’t it,” she said to him. “You want him to fuck me and yet you don’t.”
Neil groaned. Claire looked up at him as he knelt at her side on the bed massaging her inner thighs. She couldn’t help but reach for his bulge. “And how does it feel to be preparing me for him?” she asked. “Massaging me so that I will be all soft and silky to the touch for him?”
He groaned again.
Claire held onto his bulge as she continued with her onslaught. “How do you feel about him touching my breasts? Taking my nipples between his lips?” she said to him. “And how do feel about him touching my pussy? Slipping his fingers deep inside me and my wetness flooding them?”
Neil groaned loudly and began to thrust himself into her hand.
“And what about when he slips between my legs? When I open them nice and wide for him? Offering him my cunt,” she taunted. “And how do you feel about him pushing his cock into me; his big thick cock thrusting deep inside me.”
Neil cried out.
“And how do you feel about him cumming inside me; filling me with his seed?”
Neil screamed out with one final thrust. He had climaxed in his pants.
Claire lay on top of the bed while Neil went to the bathroom and changed. “I take it you will dress me now?”
Neil nodded as he reached for the panties on the bed. Claire lifted each foot in turn for him to place over them before pulling them up her body. She took over when they reached her thighs and adjusted them to fit her snugly. He helped her into the nightdress and then she sat down at her dressing table to put her make up on. Neil sat on the edge of the bed and watched. From time to time she looked up at him and wondered what was going through his mind; wondered what he was thinking as she got ready for her night with another man.
When finished, Claire set aside some clothing for Neil to take with him next morning when he came to collect her; a white top and black skirt and white bra and panties. All that was left to do now was to pack a toothbrush and slip on a raincoat and some shoes. As she started to leave the bedroom, Neil picked up a hairbrush. “Karl said that you would need this as well,” he told her.
Claire was puzzled. She had a brush in her handbag; she didn’t need the rather old fashioned, heavy, wooden hairbrush. Then it suddenly dawned on her why it would be needed. She felt that tingle again. Claire was ready for her night with Karl.
