“Looks like I’ll have to shower again,” Sandra said with a smile.
“Me too,” Ken said.
“All three of us,” Samuel added.
As they followed Sandra into the bathroom Ken could not remember a time when they had done something like this. He felt good as he picked up his towel. Walking past the dressing table he noticed the velvet jewellery box once again and he began to wonder about it.
Inside the shower Sandra took her sponge and after liberally applying some shower gel she began to wipe down both Ken and Samuel. It wasn’t long before both of them were sporting erections. She commented on how nice it was to be in the company of two sexually aroused males just before Samuel took the sponge from her hand and began to wipe her down. Ken stood and watched as he washed her, noticing that he lingered over her breasts and her mound. He found it highly arousing.
Back inside the bedroom they dried themselves and Ken found himself drawn to the jewellery box again. Sandra noticed him looking. “Present?” Ken asked her.
Sandra nervously reached for it and picked it up. “Samuel bought it me,” she told him.
Ken watched as she opened the box. “It’s very nice,” he commented. “Looks more like an engagement ring than a dress ring though.”
Sandra looked up at Samuel standing next to Ken. “It is,” she told him. “Samuel has asked me to marry him.”
For a moment Ken wondered if he had heard her right but the look on her face told him that he had. “B… but… “
“I know,” she said. “I’ve told him that I can’t marry him.”
“W… what’s brought all this on?” Ken asked.
“I want to marry Sandra and have children with her,” Samuel said.
“I… I don’t understand?”
“It’s okay Ken. Sandra has turned me down. She has no intention of divorcing you.”
Ken sat back on the bed. He was in a state of shock. Sandra sat next to him and put her arm around him. “I have turned him down, darling,” she said.
“But what’s brought all this on?”
“Samuel loves me and wants to marry me and start a family.”
“And you?”
“I’ve already said,” she told him. “I am married to you and have no intention of divorcing you. I made that promise when we first started out on this and I don’t break my promises.”
“That doesn’t really answer my question,” Ken responded. “If you were free to marry him would you?”
Sandra looked up at Samuel. Ken knew the answer even before she gave a silent nod. He picked up his towel and left the room. He sat down on his bed for a few minutes. His world had been turned upside down and he was hurting but he also knew that this was the risk that he was taking in pursuing his cuckold desires. He remembered when they had first discussed Sandra sleeping with other men that she had pointed out the risks to him. Her words were now ringing in his ears, “What if I fall in love with someone else?” she had asked. “That is a risk that is quite possible. Also what if someone falls in love with me?”
Ken had kissed her and told her that it was a risk that he was prepared to take. That risk had now come to fruition.
He couldn’t blame Samuel. Sandra was an easy person to love. It was inevitable that he would do so; that was his sudden realisation now. Suddenly the bedroom door opened and Sandra came into the room. She was fully dressed now. She was wearing a red dress. It was loose fitting and alluring, leaving one wondering what lay underneath it. It didn’t take much stretch of his imagination to know. She would be wearing a red lacy bra and panties set with black stockings and suspenders.
“Hi,” she said as she sat down next to him and took hold of his hand. “I’m not going to marry him.”
Ken smiled. He knew that she loved him but he still needed to know something. “What if I wasn’t around?” he asked her, “would you marry him?”
Her momentary silence answered his question. “Yes,” she responded, “If you weren’t around then I probably would. We have got quite close lately and … well you know… “
“He’s good in bed,” Ken finished.
Sandra nodded and gave his hand a squeeze. Ken found himself getting hard again. Sandra reached out and took hold of him. The feel of the fullness of her hand around him brought his erection to the full.
“But I would miss all this,” she said as she began to gently stroke him. “I would miss having you around. I suppose you could say that I need both of you. Between you both you make me whole, satisfy all my needs.”
Ken stroked her thigh. Through the thin material of her dress he could feel the tops of her stockings and the suspender strap. It all seemed to add to the sexual excitement. Sandra continued to stroke for a few moments and then gently guided him back on the bed. “Lie back,” she said softly.
Ken lay back and closed his eyes. Her hand began to move back and forth purposefully. He began to picture them fucking together. He thought about Samuel trying to make her pregnant. He thought about them together, naked, side by side. Black skin next to white skin. Black flesh penetrating white flesh. Ken groaned loudly and his cum began to spurt over her hand.
A few minutes later she picked up some tissues from the dressing table and returned to clean him. “Would you still want me around if you two were married?” he found himself asking her.
Sandra lay over him and kissed him. “That goes without saying,” she told him before leaving him and returning to Samuel.
Ken sat quietly on his own for a while. There was so much to think about; so much to get his head around. His mind went back to that very first time, the morning afterwards, to be exact. He had risen early and went down to the kitchen to make himself some strong coffee. He hadn’t slept well at all; waking in fits and starts to the sounds coming from their bedroom.
They came down stairs together as he poured his third cup. She let go of Samuel’s hand as she came into the kitchen. He saw the look of guilt on her face but he also noticed the glow on her face. He had last seen such a glow as they posed together outside the church for their wedding photographs. Though he was excited he also felt a wave of fear come over him. He knew that their lives would never be the same again; their relationship had changed forever and he wondered if he had made the biggest mistake in his life in persuading her to cuckold him.
As he sat alone on the bed the fear of the inevitable came over him. Samuel loved her and she had grown close to him. It was inevitable that they should one day want to be together. His thoughts came to an abrupt halt as Sandra came back into the bedroom. “Samuel and I were wondering if you fancied joining us for dinner tonight?” she asked.
Ken stood up, “Of course I would,” he told her.
“Better get some clothes on then,” she told him with a smile, “Oscars’ won’t let you in like that!”
Ken laughed.
It was customary for Sandra and Samuel to have dinner together on Friday evening. Ken would order himself a take-away to be delivered and eat alone. Later they would return and Sandra would give him a customary goodnight kiss before heading to bed hand in hand with Samuel. Sometimes he watched them go upstairs together; Samuel’s hand busy underneath her skirt as they climbed the stairs. It wasn’t long before the sounds of the bed creaking and Sandra screams filled the entire house. Ken would sometimes sit back in his chair and take out his hard cock and masturbate. This Friday was turning out to be going against all custom.
The Italian restaurant, Oscars, was Sandra’s and Samuel’s special place. It was in the next town, about thirty miles away, and was quiet and secluded. They ate there every weekend. Ken once attempted to take Sandra there but she refused to go. She explained that they were used to seeing her with Samuel there and it might get them asking questions. She also told him that it was a place of intimacy for them there. They had a couple of alcove tables and if they were lucky to get one they could kiss and cuddle there with a degree of privacy. They could also touch under the table. Sandra had told him that she would sometimes go the ladies toilets and remove her panties. Samuel would get very excited at that.
Ken felt quite honoured to go with them that night and it became even more special to find that there was a free alcove table. Sandra and Samuel sat on the leather bench while Ken sat on a chair the other side of the table. After the waiter brought their drinks over and left them with the menus Sandra and Samuel kissed before she got up and went to the toilets. She returned a few minutes and as she sat down next to Samuel she delved into her handbag. Ken watched in disbelief as she quickly handed him the red material clutched in her hand. Samuel smiled and kissed her before putting the bundle in his jacket pocket. That handful of red material was Sandra’s panties. Ken could not believe what he had just witnessed.
It made him realise just how much the degree of intimacy was between Sandra and Samuel. They seemed so natural together. After the waiter had brought their starters over Ken said to them quietly, “If I did give you a divorce how quickly would you marry?”
They both looked across at him. “It would be as soon as possible,” Sandra told him.
“You have obviously discussed this thoroughly,” Ken said.
“We… we have been discussing Samuel getting me pregnant for a quite while now,” Sandra said. “As much as I have wanted it to happen the fact that we are not married has always been a barrier. It is partly why Samuel has asked me to marry him today.”
“I do love her of course,” Samuel cut in. “But I do also want her to have my children.”
“And will you always want to be around to raise them with her?” Ken asked.
“Well, no one can be certain of the future,” he answered. “But I do love her very much and the way I feel now, I want this to be forever.”
Ken watched as Sandra stopped and kissed him. It was a moment of tenderness that told him that she obviously felt the same way about him. He began to think about her getting pregnant by him. They had been discussing it for some time, she had said. He imagined them lying there together after fucking; their naked bodies pressed together. He could just see Samuel’s hand resting on Sandra’s tummy while he told her how much he would love to get her pregnant.
He remembered how one time he had watched her taking her contraceptive pill one Monday morning. Samuel had just left after spending with the weekend with her. “You can’t afford to miss one of those when he’s been visiting,” he had said to her. There was an expression on her face, a smile of satisfaction, as if it sexually aroused her. Perhaps they had been talking about it that weekend.
The strange thing was that Ken didn’t feel hurt or angry. He actually felt sexually aroused by the thought of Samuel getting her pregnant.
“And where would I fit into your relationship?” Ken asked.
“We… I would always want you around,” she told him. “We would be quite happy to have you living with us. Just like it is now.”
“But Samuel would be your husband,” Ken said. “You would be answerable to him. I would have no rights at all, would I?”
Sandra nodded. “Yes,” she answered. “I would be his wife and he would take over all the rights you have now.”
“That doesn’t mean to say that you would be left unsatisfied Ken,” Samuel told him. “I would make sure that Sandra took care of you once in a while. And I wouldn’t interfere with your friendship. I know you go way back and there’s a deep bond there. I wouldn’t want to break that.”
Ken slowly finished his glass of wine as he thought.
“I would still expect you to do all the things that you do now,” Samuel told him. “All the cuckold things, that is. Make sure that she is nice and ready for me. Keep her…”
Ken looked at him. “It wouldn’t bother you then me… well, you know, bathing her and dressing her?”
“I would insist on it Ken.” Samuel replied.
Ken looked at Sandra.
“You will probably be busier than you are with me now,” she told him.
He looked back at Samuel. There was a smile on his face. “I take it that you will pay a visit to your solicitor next week then?” he said.
Ken felt his erection growing in his pants as he nodded.
