A Cuckold Story Ch. 08-12

I felt a twitch in my penis at hearing my wife's question and although we had made plans to go camping with friends that weekend, the prospect of Cheryl and the Colorado Guy spending three nights in Vegas together had erotic visions surging through my head. I couldn't help but agree to let Cheryl go and I said I'd make excuses to our friends telling them that something had come up at work and I needed to stay home. Cheryl was overjoyed with my consent and she gave me a passionate kiss telling me, "I'll make sure to have lots of good stories to tell you when I get home."

Now, I must admit that when I was in D.C., knowing that my wife was with another guy, had been a mind-blowing experience. To be sure, it wasn't always easy and at times I felt jealous and insecure. But on measure, it was an erotic experience like none other and the number of times I had masturbated was testament to that.

And when I welcomed Cheryl home from Denver, I saw her in an entirely new light. She was not just my wife, the woman I loved with all my heart. She was a living, breathing sex goddess, the epitome all things feminine and beautiful. I had never loved her more than when she walked through our door and I was proud that I could put my own jealousies aside and let her experience the kind of sexual pleasures she clearly needed and deserved.

However, nothing prepared me for the excitement and exhilaration I would experience in the lead up to my wife's trip to Las Vegas. To my surprise, I found that sharing the nervous anticipation and bottled up lust and desire that precedes one of my wife's sexual encounters is incredibly exciting. And to this day, I must admit it's one of my favorite things about being Cheryl's cuckold husband. Cheryl was as giddy as a schoolgirl the entire two weeks before her trip and her lust and enthusiasm was contagious. She was bubbly and light-hearted and despite a grueling schedule at work, every day she came home in a playful, vivacious mood. The weekend before Memorial Day weekend, she insisted that we go shopping for some sexy new outfits for her trip and I was only too happy to accompany her as we traipsed through the local mall the first day, and downtown San Francisco the next, looking for sexy new clothes and shoes.

Everything Cheryl tried on was obscenely short so as to show off her shapely legs and when I made a comment that one particular dress was probably too revealing to be worn in public, she insisted we buy it, saying that the Colorado Guy would love her in it. The first day she found two new dresses, and then on Sunday we then spent most of the day in various shoe stores where my wife picked out a new pair of black stiletto pumps along with pair of white strappy high heel sandals to match one of the dresses she had bought the day before. By the time we had finished shoe shopping it was getting late, but Cheryl insisted she needed a new bikini for Vegas and two hours later I was handing the cashier my credit card as my wife gushed about how much she "loved" the skimpy Brazilian bikini she had picked out.

When we arrived back home that Sunday evening Cheryl laid out all her purchases on the bed in the guest bedroom before adding things from her closet. By the time she had finished the bed was covered with a veritable mountain of clothes, lingerie and shoes and she said that over the course of the next week she would narrow it down to what she wanted to bring to Vegas.

While shopping, Cheryl had asked me to give my feedback on her outfits or shoes and seeing my wife in this provocative attire had caused a tingle in my groin on more than one occasion. It had been over a week since we had last had sex and the last two times that I'd made sexual overtures, Cheryl had told me she was too tired. But as we slipped into bed Saturday evening, I leaned over and gave my wife a wet, passionate kiss and began to reach down to fondle her bare pussy. As I did this, however, Cheryl pulled back and looked at me with an apologetic smile as she said, "Mike, would it be okay if we didn't do that right now? I was thinking it would be a good idea to wait until after my trip. That way we'll both be really horny next weekend. Okay?"

What could I say? My wife had just told me that she wanted to save all her sexual energy for her boyfriend and maybe, if I was lucky, I might get some sloppy seconds when she came home. For a second, I started to get upset, but when I gazed at Cheryl's face and saw the twinkle in her eyes and the unbridled enthusiasm for her upcoming trip, I bit my tongue and replied, "Oh yeah, sure. That makes sense. I guess we can wait until then."

My self-control was rewarded when my wife burst into a broad smile, leaned over and kissed me, exclaiming animatedly, "Oh Mike, you're such a Sweetheart! I knew you'd understand!" Little did I know at the time, but sexual denial before my wife's dates was to become standard practice. And over time, I've not only accepted this rule, but embraced it wholeheartedly as I truly do want Cheryl's sexual anticipation to be at a fever pitch for her lovers. And so now, when Cheryl has an upcoming date, or even the prospect of a date, I know that I will be denied sexual contact for no fewer than three days and sometimes as much as a week or two preceding her encounter.

The rest of the week was a blur to me and several days when I arrived home from work, I'd find Cheryl in the bedroom trying on different combinations of dresses, underwear, and shoes. She was keen to look her best and when I would find her in the bedroom trying on clothes, she would laughingly tease, "How does this look? Is it sexy enough? Do you think the Colorado Guy will like it?"

When I would invariably tell her she looked beautiful, my wife would give me a mischievous smile before joking, "Doesn't it make you jealous knowing that I'll be wearing all these sexy clothes in Vegas with another guy?"

I'd always answer, "Yeah, I'll be jealous. But horny too", and Cheryl would tease me about how she knew I'd be jerking off all weekend. Several times Cheryl asked me if I wanted to play with myself while watching her model her outfits, but, at the time, I was still too self-conscious to masturbate in front of my wife. Later, when I had more fully embraced my cuckold role in our marriage, I would frequently lay on the bed masturbating while watching my wife get ready for a date. But in these early stages I, instead, just tried to ignore my erection as it strained against the front of my pants.

I honestly think my wife was trying to get me so worked up so that when she was gone, I would be masturbating on a non-stop basis. I think it made her feel less guilty about fucking the Colorado Guy knowing that I was home jerking off and over the lead up to her weekend in Vegas, Cheryl was constantly asking me to describe my masturbation sessions when she was in Denver. Every time I told her how I made myself come while thinking of her taking her boyfriend's cock deep into her pussy, or sucking him off while staring up into his eyes, my wife would squeal in delight and exclaim, "I love how you get off on this too!"

By the time Friday arrived I was a quivering mess of emotions. On the one hand, Cheryl's sexy teasing had inspired the desired effect and I was developing random erections throughout the day as I thought about my wife's upcoming erotic adventure. On the other hand, I still harbored doubts about where we were going in our marriage. Was it really okay for me to send my wife off on a long weekend with a handsome stud? Was the relationship between Cheryl and the Colorado Guy truly just about sex, or was there more to it? I was tempted to express my fears to Cheryl, but she was so excited about the weekend, absolutely brimming with anticipation, that I decided to suppress my anxiety and to act the supportive, loving husband in the brief time we had together before she left.

Cheryl had taken off work at noon on Friday and she had stopped by the hairdressers and the nail salon for some last-minute beauty treatments. I took off work early too and when I arrived home at three-o-clock my wife was soaking in the tub. As I was taking off my suit and hanging it in the closet, Cheryl called out from the bathroom, "Honey, can you shave me?"

It was during her earlier affair with Brad that my wife had opted to shave off her bush leaving only a thin landing strip at the top of her slit. At the time, I thought she was doing this for me, but I later learned that it was Brad who suggested it after he and my wife had watched a porn movie together and the actress was shaved in a similar manner. Since then, I had shaved my wife literally hundreds of times and as I gathered up the razor, shaving cream, hot water and a towel to lay on the bed, I pondered how many times in the past had I unwittingly done this before my wife headed out to see another man? But this would be the first time I would be shaving my wife's pussy with the explicit knowledge that I was preparing it for another man's cock, and I couldn't help but hide my excitement as I developed an immediate erection.

When I had everything ready, Cheryl got out of the bathtub, wrapped herself in a towel and came out to lie on the bed. She than laid back, spreading her legs so that I could lather up her crotch before carefully shaving her pussy. I took my time, carefully sliding the razor over her skin making sure not a single hair remained. Cheryl then lay on her side, pulling up her knees to reveal her pretty pink asshole and I shaved the zone between her slit and her anal opening making sure no stray hairs marred this perfect vision. All this time, Cheryl was chattering animatedly about her upcoming weekend, telling me that she wanted to go dancing, see a show and lie around the pool. While Cheryl chatted away, I hadn't responded and when I had finished my task, I sat back to admire my handiwork and Cheryl giggled, "You looked so serious shaving me."

I blushed at my wife's comment, but truth be told, I was serious. I wanted my wife's pussy to be perfect. I was proud of Cheryl and I wanted her to be flawless even if it would be another man enjoying my wife's sexy body for the next three days.

I had not bothered to dress after taking off my suit and throughout the exercise of shaving my wife, my hard cock had been pressing against the front of my briefs. Cheryl took no notice of my erection and after rinsing off the excess shaving cream on her crotch, she asked me to rub her body with some perfumed oil. I took great pleasure rubbing the oil up my wife's legs, over her crotch and then over the rest of her body. All this time my dick was straining in my underwear but either she was still teasing me, or she was so focused on her upcoming rendezvous with the Colorado Guy and his significantly larger appendage, that she never once mentioned my obvious excitement at helping her prepare for her date.

Cheryl had chosen a short jean miniskirt and a tight white tank top for the flight and when she donned both items without putting on underwear of any kind, I thought I might come without even touching myself. Although I didn't say anything about my wife's lack of underwear, I suppose my opinion was obvious as a small drop of pre-come oozed out of the tip of my penis and soaked the front of my briefs. I'm pretty sure Cheryl noticed my reaction, but she paid it no mind as she then asked me to retrieve both pairs of new shoes from her suitcase. And after slipping on the black pumps, she struck a pose and asked me, "How do these look with this outfit?"

I was tongue-tied as I was absolutely in awe of how sexy my wife looked and I stammered, "You look incredible." Cheryl seemed pleased with my reaction as she kicked off the pumps and sat back on the bed to put on the white strappy sandals.

"Honey, can you help me with these? I don't want to wreck my nails", asked my wife as I knelt in front of her and slipped the high heel sandals on to her pretty feet. The shoes had several straps that wrapped around her feet and ankles and with shaking hands I carefully fastened the tiny buckles holding them in place. When I had finished, Cheryl stood up and posed in front of our full-length mirror and said, "I think these look better, don't you?"

In her miniskirt and tight top, my wife would have looked good in a pair of combat boots, but rather than say that, I agreed with her saying, "Yeah, I think you're right. They go with your white top and look good with your skirt. You look so beautiful."

Cheryl smiled sweetly at my compliment as she asked me to put the black pumps in her suitcase while heading to the bathroom to put on jewelry and apply her make-up. While my wife was primping, I threw on some jeans and a shirt in preparation for driving her to the airport. Because it was the Friday before a three-day weekend, Cheryl wanted to leave early just in case the traffic was bad and fortunately we did, as it took us almost twice what it should have to get us to the airport.

We drove in relative silence as I knew both Cheryl and I had many different things running through our minds. I could tell that my wife was desperately afraid she might miss her flight as whenever we hit a bottleneck and traffic slowed to a stop she would exclaim, "I hate the traffic here! Isn't there a better way to the airport?" For my part, I was still unsure as to what I was doing and whenever I would glance sideways to see my beautiful, sexy wife, I would question just why I was driving her to the airport for the sole purpose of delivering her to her boyfriend.

Eventually we arrived at the airport with a little less than an hour to spare. I had originally planned to escort my wife into the airport but now, with little time remaining before her flight started boarding, she asked me to just drop her off on the Departures level. When I pulled up to the curb I jumped out of the car, retrieved my wife's suitcase from the trunk and opened her door so that she could get out of the car. We stood looking at each other for a bit before we embraced and I whispered, "I hope you have a really great time. I love you."

Cheryl returned my sentiments as she said, "I love you too, Honey", before she turned and started walking towards the terminal. As I watched her go, I couldn't help but be struck by how beautiful my wife looked and I wasn't the only one admiring her as I saw several men stare at the petite brunette in the jean miniskirt and white top strut into the airport.

The drive home was almost worse than the drive to the airport had been and when I got home, I realized that Cheryl's flight would be getting to Vegas any minute. The house seemed lonelier than ever and I busied myself for a bit putting away the clothes and shoes that my wife had strewn about the bedroom in her last-minute indecisions about what to bring on her trip.

By the time I had finished tidying up, I knew that Cheryl's plane would have landed, and she was no doubt now accompanied by the Colorado Guy. Would they grab a drink and catch up on things? Or would they be so hot for each other that they would head straight to the hotel room desperate to relieve their pent-up desires? I decided that they probably would head to the room first. The fact that Cheryl had not worn panties suggested that she was absolutely dying to have her boyfriend's thick cock inside her as soon as possible and I pictured her flashing him her bare pussy in the taxi leaving no doubts as to her intentions.

All these thoughts of my wife had my dick as hard as a rock and literally dripping pre-cum. Given that I had a long weekend ahead of me, I decided to engage in my first, of what I knew would be many, masturbation session. It didn't take long at all as I quickly stripped off my clothes, laying back on the bed and I began pulling my dick with a vengeance focusing on just how sexy my wife had looked as she strutted into the airport. I pictured the Colorado Guy impatiently stripping off her skirt and top, leaving Cheryl in just her high heel sandals as he forcefully pushed her back on to the bed and moved up between her outspread legs. These thoughts, coupled with the fact that I had not had sex for over two weeks, meant that within no more than a couple of minutes I began to come, my penis spewing out its load as I furiously worked my hand up and down my erection. As I later learned my masturbatory fantasies were close to the truth and that first night, Cheryl and the Colorado Guy spent pretty much the entire time in bed, pausing only to enjoy a room service dinner accompanied by a bottle of Champagne.

The rest of my weekend was much of the same as I would try and concentrate on various chores around the house, gardening, cleaning up the kitchen and baths, laundry, etc. but my mind always reverted to thinking about Cheryl and her boyfriend. I made an effort to refrain from masturbating too much, but every time I thought about Cheryl spreading her legs for the Colorado Guy, I'd end up with my dick in my hand furiously jacking off until I spilled my load. Cheryl had told me that she didn't think she would get to call and so I was left to my own imagination as to what was transpiring with her and her lover. My wife later admitted that she loved her trip to Vegas and that with the hot weather, laissez-faire attitudes, and adult oriented themes of many of the nightclubs and bars, she felt like she had entered an adult Disneyland. She told me she was glad she had brought so many risqué outfits as she loved flaunting her charms in an atmosphere that encouraged such things. Whether she was wearing a skintight mini-dress or a skimpy bikini, Cheryl said she bared more skin than she had ever done before and whenever the Colorado Guy stepped away there would be a constant stream of male suitors vying for her attention. But as she told me, "Whenever they'd see that I was with him, they'd leave me alone. He's the kind of guy that nobody wants to mess with."

Cheryl told me that all this male attention had her positively dripping for the duration of the stay in Vegas and that she and the Colorado Guy enjoyed numerous lusty sessions between the sheets. In fact, they spent the entire Monday morning before they were to leave in bed, fucking and sucking until they both were completely spent.

Of course, I learned of this only later as I waited impatiently for Monday to arrive when I would pick my wife up from the airport. She had booked an early afternoon flight and after three nights and two days of almost non-stop masturbation, I was happy to see the clock strike twelve noon on Monday so that I could head to the airport to pick up my wife. I arrived at the airport almost an hour and a half early, and so after parking the car in the short-term lot, I headed into the Arrivals terminal to await Cheryl's plane. Time seemed at a standstill as I impatiently waited for my wife, but eventually, I saw the message board indicate that her flight was on the ground and it was only minutes later that I saw my wife walking towards me. She had a satisfied smile on her lips, and she looked magnificent in a sexy pink and white sundress and wearing the same strappy heels that I had placed on her feet last Friday. I immediately took her in my arms as we kissed before making our way to the baggage carrousel to await my wife's suitcase.

While waiting for my wife's bags I innocently asked whether she had enjoyed herself in Vegas. Cheryl immediately turned to me and said, "I had such a great time, Mike. I'll tell you all about it later." Even though I had pretty much drained my balls over the preceding three days, I felt my dick twitch at the prospect of hearing about my wife's escapades and I reached out and grasped her hand in an affectionate gesture. Out of the corner of my eye I saw two middle aged couples staring intently in our direction and giving us disapproving looks and when I questioned Cheryl as why they might be staring at us, she giggled, "They probably saw me with the Colorado Guy at the Las Vegas airport. He was all over me when we said goodbye."