“Cathy’s upstairs, she should be down in a few minutes.”
Greg looked hesitantly at him; Cathy was his wife.
“The kettle has just boiled,” the stranger told him.
Greg nodded at him again and the man got up, moving towards him with an outstretched hand. “I’m Al, by the way.”
Greg shook the proffered hand. “Greg,” he responded nervously.
“Pleased to meet you Greg.”
The men eyed one another for a few moments.
“Busy night?”
Greg nodded.
“Don’t envy you with your job,” Al told him. “Thankless one, too, I would say.”
Cathy must have told him what his job was. He could feel the humiliation rising within and looked away. Al had not only cuckolded him last night but also knew that he was a police officer as well. “Are you from around here?”
“Small village forty-five miles away.”
“Family?” he probed further.
“A couple of boys from my first marriage. Never married again.”
“We have no children yet.”
“I know, Cathy told me.”
Greg gave him a wary look. “I… I guess you have done this sort of thing before?”
Al nodded. “Cathy preferred someone… well, who has been round the block a few times.”
Greg eyed him warily again. “I guess that you would have some interesting stories to tell.”
Al smiled. “A few, but what happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom. Discretion is a very important for all parties.”
Al could see the relief sweeping over Greg’s face as he nodded in agreement.
“Bet you meet people from all walks of life.”
Al nodded. “I find that most people into this come from professional backgrounds; skilled workers. Middle class families.”
“Yes, I had read that somewhere too,” he said as he turned to the now boiled kettle. “So… so last night…”
“Very enjoyable,” Al responded after a few moments. “Cathy was… well, very enthusiastic.”
He saw Greg shake bodily. It was a common reaction among first timers when hearing something like that about their wives from the one who’d cuckolded them. It might have sounded a cruel thing to say but it was what a cuckold thrived on.
“So you’ll be back again then?”
“Well, that’s up to Cathy,” he responded, knowing the effect that it would have. If the Bull was asked back then he must have pleased her.
“What’s up to Cathy?” said the voice of the attractive, dark curly haired women entering the kitchen.
Both men turned to look at her.
“Your husband was asking if I would be coming back again.”
Cathy walked up to Greg, gave him a huge kiss and put her arms around him. Greg almost lifted her off her feet as he hugged her. It was strange but it was moments like these that brought couples closer together. A husband greeting his wife next morning after she had spent the night with another man. It was also cathartic in a way; reassuring the husband of her love for him and thanking him for the sexual freedom that he’d given her.
“Well, it’s a yes from me,” she said. “But it’s down to Al. Call me old fashioned but I prefer the man to do the chasing.”
“And the woman to run very slowly so she gets caught,” Al chipped in.
They laughed.
Cathy rose on to her tiptoes to kiss Greg again. Her black and white hooped dress rose and lacy stocking tops came into view. Greg’s hand moved to her bottom and slipped under the hem. “You’re not wearing knickers.”
Cathy shook her head and turned to Al. “Al prefers stockings and no knickers.”
Greg’s jaw dropped. Al had seen the shock that comes before when the cuckold realises that his wife dresses to please her lover. Cathy ran her hands up and down Greg’s arms to reassure him. “Well I have been without knickers all night, Al’s not seeing anything now that he hasn’t seen before.”
Al studied Greg’s response. Once again he saw the shock that he had seen many times before on the faces of husbands realising the degree of intimacy between their wives and their lovers.
“Why don’t you take a shower and get changed and I’ll get us some breakfast,” she suggested. “I’m sure that Al has worked up a good appetite as well.”
Her words stung him. Once again she was rubbing in the fact not just of her fucking another man but that it had been a very vigorous coupling.
Greg eyed him warily again and slowly left the room. Cathy looked at Al and moved to him. Smiling, she lifted up the front of her dress to reveal her nakedness. Al reached and touched her. “He doesn’t know that I’ve shaved you yet, does he?”
She shook her head. “Should I go and show him?”
Al nodded. Cathy left him to join Greg. He would be in his bedroom now, probably looking down at the bed deep in thought; his bed, the bed his wife had just shared with another man. He would be torn apart by the jealousy and yet he would also have an erection from the sexual excitement.
Al sat patiently downstairs as he sipped his coffee and awaited her return. Couples had their own rituals in the aftermath. Some made love; some husbands like to fuck to release their seed inside their wives as if it was a superior seed and they were claiming back their territory. Maybe they were just kissing and cuddling reassuringly; or maybe he was lying down on the bed where she had been fucking all night and being masturbated slowly as she told him about her tryst. In his experience cuckolds came very quickly. Once they knew that the man who had slept with their wife was much bigger and much better in bed it was practically all over. A good Cuckoldress would have him spilling his seed very quickly.
Cathy returned ten minutes later.
“Everything okay?”
She smiled as she nodded. “Full English okay?”
It was his turn to smile. He stood and moved to join her and she welcomed him with a kiss as his hand slipped under her hem. “I take it he now knows you are shaved?”
She smiled and reciprocated by holding his bulge. “Yes, you could say that he’s been made aware of it.”
“And his reaction?”
“Well… let’s say he needed to be taken in hand.”
He laughed before kissing her again. Cathy was new to being a Cuckoldress. She had resisted Greg’s attempts to fulfil his fantasy of being cuckolded for a few years now. She loved him and felt that she couldn’t hurt him that way but, lately, she began to realise that it was not going to go away, he really wanted it, and she decided to proceed.
She met Al on a cuckold dating site. After a month or so of exchanging emails, they spoke on the phone for the first time and finally met for lunch. They hit it off from the beginning and met a couple of more times for further chats over a meal and a drink.
She made Greg aware that she’d met someone and was going to go ahead and cuckold him. He really wanted to be there when it happened but Cathy was insistent on him being away. Greg didn’t even know when it was going to happen; all he knew was that it would be soon and it would happen while he was working at night.
“And he’s okay with everything that happened last night?” Al asked her.
Cathy nodded and then threw her arms around his shoulders and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. “And are you okay with everything?”
Al slipped his hand under her dress and stroked her bottom. “Very much so.”
Cathy smiled and pulled away to concentrate on breakfast. Al sat down with a fresh coffee and watched her busying herself. From time to time she would reach up to a shelf in one the cupboards and her nakedness would come into view. Al’s erection began to swell in his trousers and he got up and moved over to her. He pressed up against her as she faced the cooker and ran his hand up the front of her dress. She moaned softy as his fingers found her opening. “I want to fuck you,” he told her.
Cathy turned and reached for his bulge. “You don’t have to ask,” she told him softly as she kissed. “I’m yours to fuck anytime you want sex.”
Al groaned as her fingers tugged at his zipper. They were warm and welcoming just like they had been last night. The door had barely closed behind them when she’d reached for him. “I’ve been looking at your bulge all night,” she’d told him as her fingers tugged at him. He stood back and let her unzip him before sinking to her knees and taking him in her mouth. “It’s so big,” she had told him.
His manhood was released again now and hard in her soft hands. She kissed him and gave him a knowing look before sinking to her knees again. Greg suddenly appeared in the doorway as her lips closed around him. Greg’s jaw dropped as Al ran his hand through her hair. She couldn’t see him; she didn’t even know that he was there. Al stood there enjoying her loving attention to his cock with his eyes fixed on Greg. There was a look of shock on Greg’s face; a look of pain, too, but there was also a bulge in his pants.
Cathy suddenly felt his presence and turned. Al sensed her embarrassment as she released him and stood up. He had seen this so many times before in the early stages of cuckolding; the husband shocked at seeing how his wife behaves with another man and the wife embarrassed at being caught. Al pulled her too him and kissed her, ignoring Greg’s presence. “You better show me where everything is so I can lay the table,” he told her. “After all, if I’m going to be here regularly I need to get to know the lie of the place.”
Cathy smiled. She knew what he was doing and she was pleased that he would be coming back. “It’s okay,” she replied as she began to put his erection back into his pants. “Greg will lay the table. You take a seat.”
Greg set about preparing the table as Al sat down. It wouldn’t be the first time that he’d been waited upon by a cuckold. He had walked into a kitchen many times the following morning, hand in hand with the cuckold’s wife, to find coffee waiting and the smell of bacon filling the air. It was a nice touch to the culmination of the proceedings.
Greg joined him a few minutes later as Cathy finished cooking. “W… will you be staying the night again?”
Cathy turned around.
“Would you like me to stay again tonight and take care of Cathy while you’re working?” he asked, throwing the ball back into his court. “I’m sure you’d probably feel safer knowing that Cathy had a man looking after her.”
Al could see her jaw drop. Cuckolds usually preferred their wives to be the dominant ones and make the decisions but the ball was in his court now. He turned to his wife.
“I would feel safer having Al stay the night again,” she told him. “And, besides, it is getting cold at nights now; the bed can be very cold without a man beside me.”
Al could the see the pain of the battle etched on Greg’s face; the battle between the sexual excitement and the intense jealousy raging inside. The silence continued for a few moments until Cathy brought over their plates of food and placed them on the table mats.
“I do need him to stay.”
Al slipped a hand under skirt and touched her bottom as she stood between the two men. Greg sat and stared at her bottom.
“I think that’s a yes,” Al said, pulling away his hand.
Cathy leaned over and kissed her husband’s forehead before getting her plate. When she came back she pulled out the chair next to Al and sat. Al smiled to himself. Cathy was a quick learner. He wondered how Greg would cope when she became a fully proficient Cuckoldress. He’d known a few men who had come to later regret ever voicing their fantasies to their wives.
They chatted as they ate and drank their tea. Al observed that Greg was becoming more relaxed. It was always a good sign when the cuckolded husband relaxed, accepting the presence of another male in his domain. There was no exact science to the process. It could take weeks or months and sometimes it might never happen at all but it was always good when the Alpha male became an acceptable part of the household and the husband felt comfortable with the closeness of the relationship between lover and wife. Al could sense acceptance was probably very close and he decided to test the ground.
“If I am going to be staying the night I will need to go home and get changed,” he said to Cathy as he rested a hand on her thigh.
He noticed Greg’s raised eyebrows.
“Sure,” Cathy smiled. “You know I can always make some room for a change of clothing for you. I’m sure you don’t want to be running back and forth every time you stay, do you?
Al looked across at Greg as Cathy asked, “You don’t mind do you, Greg darling?”
Greg shook his head but Al detected either a reticence or shock there.
“I hope you don’t think I’m being too forward, Al?”
Al smiled as he shook his head and her hand alighted on his thigh. He glanced at Greg again. This was testing time for him
“When do you plan going?”
Al looked at her. Her hand was close to his erection now and Greg was watching them. He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m in no rush.”
Her fingers stretched out so that the tips were actually resting on his hardness.
“What plans do you have before you head off for bed, darling?”
Greg managed to pull his eyes away from her hand to look up at her. “I… I was planning catching up on some TV.”
“Maybe Al and I will go and have a rest.”
Greg nodded.
“You’ll be sleeping in the guest room, I take it?” Cathy said looking up at Greg.
Another nod came from him and Cathy stood. She reached down and took hold of Al’s hand. He had been in this situation many times before; a wife taking the hand of her lover, in front of her husband, to take him to the marital bed. Greg’s mouth was agape as he looked on in disbelief. It was his first time; the first time watching his wife taking another man to the bed that she was meant to share only with her husband. A moment that he would probably have fantasised about many times before but when it actually happens it still comes as a great shock.
Al squeezed her hand tightly as she led him away. He enjoyed these moments; the husband looking on as his wife led him away to her bed. His erection would be at its strongest and it’s most pronounceable in his pants. The husband’s eyes would be drawn to it making him feel inadequate and vulnerable; Greg’s eyes were drawn to him in that way now and Al was enjoying the moment.
In a few moments, Greg would be hearing the bedroom door closing and then his imagination would start running wild.
