A Cuckold Story Ch. 13-16

Despite the near cessation of traditional sexual contact between Cheryl and I, our relationship grew more intimate during this time and I found myself confessing some of my deepest secrets and fantasies to my wife. In fact, one night after Cheryl had returned home from a date and I had dutifully licked her clean before masturbating, she started gushing over how clean the house looked and how thankful she was that I'd thought to pick up her dry cleaning. I guess that after having just climaxed, I was feeling vulnerable, but as my wife went on about how she appreciated my thoughtfulness, I told her that she should always feel free to leave me a list of chores she wanted done when she went out. Cheryl looked somewhat perplexed at my statement as she said, "Really? You don't think that would be kind of bitchy?"

I'm sure I probably blushed a bit as I stammered, "Uh yeah, kind of. But that's okay. It would turn me on if you took charge more."

Cheryl developed a naughty smile on her lips as she questioned, "You want me to be mean to you?"

"Well, I, uh..., maybe you could be a little more, you know..., bossy", I timidly confessed before launching into a little speech about how I wanted Cheryl to be more assertive in our marriage and that I wanted to let her take more control.

My wife sat there listening to my confession with a mixture of bewilderment and amusement. And when I finished, she kept giggling for a moment, causing me to wonder if I'd gone too far in confessing my desire to be more submissive to her. But then, Cheryl smiled broadly as she declared, "Okay Mike. If that's what you want, we can try that. It does sound kind of fun. But you need to tell me if I go too far, okay? I love you and I don't want to hurt you."

Hearing my wife's words and realizing that she didn't think less of me for acknowledging my submissive tendencies was like music to my ears. And I began babbling about how much I loved my wife and how I'd be sure to tell her if she pushed me too far. Cheryl listened to my assurances with a smile on her face before forcefully declaring, "Okay, Mike. That's enough. Now, go put away my clothes and make sure you hand wash my underwear tomorrow. There was come was dripping into my panties the whole way home."

"Yes, Dear", was all I replied as I immediately jumped up and began gathering up Cheryl's clothes and shoes being careful to deposit her panties and push-up bra into the hamper.

After that night, Cheryl did become more assertive although dominance was never really her strong suit and she'd always ask whether she might be pushing me too far. But over time, Cheryl did take to regularly assembling a list of household tasks that I was to complete whenever she went out on a date. My ready acceptance of these chores caused Cheryl to begin to assign me tasks even when she wasn't headed out to meet another man and eventually, I found myself responsible for the bulk of the housework. This meant that my wife could spend more time shopping, working out at the gym and, of course, seeing other men. And as Cheryl became accustomed to my uncomplaining acceptance of her commands, she couldn't help but develop an expectation that her decisions were not to be questioned.

Although to an outsider it might have looked like my wife was mistreating me, to be honest, I loved my wife's new assertiveness. And at times when Cheryl would act something of a brat, I was quick to overlook any excesses and would dote on her like she was my princess. To me, Cheryl was my dream wife, a powerful, sexy, capricious, woman who kept me forever on my toes as I strived to earn her love and affection.

Chapter 15

As my wife became more confident in her authority over me, I suppose it was inevitable that there would be times when we would both feel the need to negotiate this new approach to our marriage. And one night I became acutely aware that giving Cheryl complete control over our marriage might not always be as easy as I'd once envisioned. It all started when Cheryl and I had planned on a romantic dinner out at a new restaurant I'd been wanting to try for months. It was nothing short of impossible to get a reservation and on the night of our dinner, I hurried home from work and dressed in slacks and a dress shirt to await Cheryl's arrival.

At first, I assumed Cheryl had some unfinished work she wanted to complete at her job and would be home shortly, but as the clock reached 7:00, I knew we were going to be late for our 7:30 reservation and so I called and was luckily able to reschedule the reservation for 8:00. However, at 8:00 there was still no sign of Cheryl and so I reluctantly called the restaurant and cancelled the reservation.

I would have called my wife, but for the past year or so, she had implemented strict rules about calling her cell phone and so I sat in silence, anxiously waiting for some word from Cheryl. Eventually, at around ten-o-clock, I heard my wife's car in the driveway and then the click of her high heels as she made her way to the front door. Although I tried to remain calm, when Cheryl entered the house, I greeted her with a shrill, "Where were you? We had dinner plans!"

My wife paid no mind to my obvious irritation as she merely remarked, "The Gym Guy called this afternoon and said he had some time to get together."

Cheryl's nonchalant retort and unconcern for having stood me up incensed me and I couldn't help but yell, "God damn it Cheryl! We were supposed to go out to dinner tonight!"

My wife just glared at me for my outburst as she made her way to the bedroom. I tagged along and as Cheryl stood at her vanity and began taking off her jewelry, I continued to complain about her blowing off our date. I could see the anger building up in my wife's face as I continued to grumble when suddenly I caught myself mid-sentence. Cheryl face was screwed up in rage as she yelled, "Get out of here! Now!"

I must admit, this command caught me by surprise and as I started to argue, Cheryl shouted, "I said now!"

That night I slept in the guest room and I tossed and turned all night in a vain attempt to get some sleep. I was struck by how angry Cheryl had been, but at the same time, I knew that I'd really screwed up. We had agreed that my wife had every right to see other men whenever she chose, and I needed to learn to keep my mouth shut when she exercised that right. And to add to my distress, I would have loved to lick and suck my wife's well fucked pussy and to then masturbate, but my little outburst had quashed any thoughts of that treat.

Throughout the night I pondered what I could do to get back into my wife's good graces and by morning I was still going over various contrite speeches in my head. Unfortunately, I had an early morning staff meeting and so after silently entering our master bedroom, I grabbed some clothes and was showered and out of the house before Cheryl was even awake.

The entire day at work I was reminded of my bad behavior every time I thought of how Cheryl had screamed at me. But instead of being angry with my wife, I realized that I was the one at fault. After all, I was the one who had told my wife that she should call the shots. And if she wanted to get together with one of her lovers rather than go out with me, that was her prerogative and I had no right to make a fuss. By the end of the day, I had resolved to apologize that night and on my way home, I even stopped at the florist to pick up a bouquet of roses.

When I entered the house that evening, Cheryl greeted me at the door wearing one of her sexiest dresses. My wife looked absolutely stunning in a black and white mini-dress that came to mid-thigh and she had on a pair of tall, black high heel pumps. Seeing her in such a sexy outfit, I assumed she had a date but when I asked Cheryl if she had a list of chores for me to complete while she was out, she cooed, "No Silly. I'm not going out. We're going to have dinner together."

My heart melted when I heard that Cheryl had planned dinner with me and I immediately presented her with the roses, apologizing profusely for my behavior of the night before. In fact, I was in the midst of telling my wife that she should feel free to see other guys whenever she wanted when she stopped me and said, "No Mike, it's me who should be apologizing. It was rude of me not to even call last night and I'm sorry. And as to yelling at you, I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry about that too."

As my wife was apologizing, I couldn't help but take her in my arms and passionately kiss her on the lips. And that night we were like two lovebirds as we giggled and kissed repeatedly throughout dinner and uncharacteristically, Cheryl even helped me with the dishes afterwards.

When we finally made it to bed, I was hopeful that we might make love and when my wife leaned over and kissed me, I sheepishly mentioned that earlier that day I had gotten aroused thinking about what she had done the night before. Cheryl's face lit up in a naughty grin as she said, "Is that so?"

My wife then had me take my dick in my hand as she scooted up next to me and cooed, "You were a bad boy last night. I brought you home a nice wet pussy and you didn't even want to lick me."

My wife's sexy teasing coupled with the fact that I had not come in several days had my penis immediately standing at attention as I began to run my hand up and down my shaft. Cheryl then began to describe how hard the Gym Guy had fucked her the night before while continuing to playfully chastise me for failing to clean her pussy when she got home. My wife was intently watching me play with myself as she then reached between my legs and began to knead my swollen balls, cooing, "C'mon, Baby. That's it. Let me see you come."

Cheryl's fingertips danced across my balls in a gesture that was both loving and sensual. And as my wife continued her tender caresses, I picked up the pace on my dick, stroking myself furiously until I groaned and began spurting out my load. Watching me get myself off, Cheryl exclaimed, "There you go, Mike! Jerk that little dickie!", as she continued to knead my balls, coaxing them to empty their contents. I laid there for several minutes, literally milking my now deflating penis until I was drained of every drop of semen.

When I was finally confident that I was completely drained, I got up to wash the come off my hand and stomach before returning to bed. Cheryl and I then lay together in bed kissing and giggling. I was in cuckold heaven and when I told Cheryl this, she giggled, "It's much better than last night, isn't it? I don't ever want to fight with you. I love you." After assuring Cheryl that I felt the same, we then held each other close as we drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 16

In tandem with Cheryl's more assertive role in our marriage, her self-confidence swelled, and she found herself dating ever more frequently, continually sifting through the responses to her personal's ad with the goal of finding true sexual athletes. Cheryl's lovers were all tall, muscular, and extremely good looking and when she would describe them to me, I found myself more and more self-conscious of my average height, slim build and plain "nice-guy" appearance. My wife also became something of a "size queen" in that she preferred dating men with large, thick cocks. And Cheryl had no reservations about freely discussing this preference with me, saying that she couldn't understand how some women could say that size doesn't matter, joking, "I think when girls say that they're just trying to make guys with little dicks feel better about themselves. I mean, what girl would want a little dick when they can have a big, fat cock."

Although Cheryl had never been very shy in the past, she was now completely unashamed at discussing her sexual likes and dislikes with me in this same explicit manner. I'm proud to say, however, I was able to put aside my ego and listen to my wife discuss her sexual proclivities without letting my own jealousies or insecurities get in the way.

During this time, I think Cheryl and I learned a lot about each other. And although some might think I was relegated to a position more akin to my wife's best girlfriend, rather than as Cheryl's husband, it was eye-opening for me to see my wife bare her innermost secrets and desires. No subject was off the table and I found myself constantly amazed at how Cheryl and I were true "soulmates" and despite our unusual marital arrangement, we appeared to be much more in-tune with each other than any of our other married friends.

Although my wife and I rarely made love, she and I spent many an enjoyable evening gossiping about her boyfriends' sexual proclivities or discussing certain clothing choices that might be appropriate for Cheryl's dates. In fact, my wife began to incorporate my suggestions in choosing the clothes and shoes she'd wear on her dates. I'd sit on the bed while my wife would model various outfits and although on occasion I would masturbate while viewing Cheryl in her sexy attire, for the most part I would merely coach her as to what men would find provocative. Of course, I had an ulterior motive in assisting in my wife's clothing choices and later that night when Cheryl was gone, I would masturbate feverishly picturing her date stripping her of her sexy outfit, perhaps leaving my wife still wearing her lacy lingerie or sexy high heel shoes as they passionately fucked.

My deepening love for Cheryl meant that I was always there for her. Whether it was dropping everything to accompany her shopping for a sexy new dress for an upcoming date or picking her up from a hotel in the wee hours of the morning, I was absolutely devoted to my wife. And if Cheryl came home from work tired or upset, or returned from a disappointing date, I was quick to drop to my knees to give her a foot massage or to listen to her vent. If I do say so myself, I was the perfect doting husband and throughout this time, I never once wavered in my decision to let Cheryl enjoy the pleasures of other men or to encourage her to take a more forceful role in our marriage.

To this day, Cheryl credits my understanding and support with allowing her to explore her sexual fantasies in a way most women only dream about. Cheryl has told me repeatedly that she never could have behaved in such a promiscuous fashion without my steadfast love and support. And knowing she had a faithful, loving husband waiting at home gave my wife the confidence to embrace the role of the slutty, cheating wife in ways that even today make me marvel at how naughty my sweet wife could really be. But as naughty as she behaved with other men, my wife always knew that no matter what these other men thought of her or what she did with them, she would always be my queen.

Cheryl fulfilled many of her long held sexual fantasies during this time and besides fucking a fireman, my wife screwed a cop, a professional baseball player, and a prominent CEO. And for one memorable five-month period, she dated a succession of well-hung black studs becoming essentially "black-only" during this time and causing me to worry if the saying, "once you go black, you never go back" really was true!

Although neither Cheryl nor I kept an exact count of the number of men she screwed during this almost three-year period, I think it would be safe to assume Cheryl bedded over 60-70 different men with quite a few of them enjoying repeat encounters with my randy wife. Cheryl jokingly calls this time, her "slut years" and although I've never been able to think of my wife as a slut, I'm sure that many would agree with her characterization of this period of her life.

With my wife exploring her sexual fantasies and reveling in her promiscuity, she learned a lot about herself. Just as I now firmly identified as a cuckold, Cheryl now embraced the fact that she was often thought of as a slut. Now, I think no one would have ever considered my wife a prude, but now she was proud of her openminded attitude towards sex. Cheryl and I had many a discussion regarding her newfound acceptance of this aspect of her character and although my wife admitted that she's always been something of a slut, she now realized this was not something to be ashamed of, but to celebrate. With Cheryl embracing her inner slut, and me accepting my cuckold nature, these discussions only deepened our love for one another and allowed us to grow as a couple.

One thing that I've learned to accustom myself to is that given my wife's promiscuity during her "slut years", it's not entirely unusual to bump into one of her current or former lovers when Cheryl and I are out. In fact, whenever I'm introduced to a handsome, muscular stud, I always suspect that he may have fucked my wife at one time or another. And whether it's the smirking smile, or the confident, some might say, arrogant, demeanor of certain men, there are some guys who I instantly know have cuckolded me. In the presence of such a man, I find that I instinctually assume a beta-male role, unable to look them in the eye and seemingly incapable of even making small talk. Cheryl teases me about this and thinks it's "cute" when I blush and become tongue-tied when I'm introduced to one of her lovers, but, frankly, I can't help but be nervous.

When I flash on how my wife describes her encounters with these men, or when I recall licking their semen from her well fucked pussy, it's only natural for me to feel embarrassed. And so, these encounters typically consist of Cheryl and her lover chatting amiably while I keep my mouth shut and my eyes downcast while I anxiously attempt to think of some excuse to make myself scarce. Several of my wife's lovers have picked up on my submissive tendencies and suggested to Cheryl that she dispense with keeping her infidelities secret and, instead, to cuckold me openly, judging that I wouldn't put up too much of a fuss. But each time this has been suggested, my wife laughs it off, telling her boyfriends that she'd never do anything to hurt me and that she preferred to keep her affairs secret.

My wife's "slut years" were without a doubt some of the most exciting times in our marriage, but eventually, Cheryl grew tired of dating random guys and settled into a routine that has continued in various forms to this day. My wife likes to have some variety in her lovers, and she has found that maintaining relationships with anywhere from two to four boyfriends at a time works best for her. To be sure, Cheryl has always been open to a new fling and there has been turnover in her regulars but for the most part, since her "slut years" my wife has kept a small stable of lovers that provide her the sexual variety that she craves.

When Cheryl first told me, she was taking down her ad, I felt a surge of relief, believing that she had finally fulfilled all her fantasies and that she was going to settle down to some degree. And when my wife told me she was limiting her boyfriends to the Berkeley Hills Guy, the Fireman, the Gym Guy and the Stockbroker, I was even more comforted as all four of these guys were married and that lessened any chances of emotional involvement. That evening we made love and although I'm sure my performance was nothing like that provided by her boyfriends, I was overjoyed with the fact that I was able to give my wife an orgasm and as we lay in bed later that night I whispered sweet nothings into my wife's ear, content that our marriage was stronger than ever.

As my wife reduced the number and frequency of her extramarital liaisons, she became less domineering with me. To be sure, Cheryl still expected me to go along with most of her decisions but her "requests" were delivered in a softer, more considerate manner. And although to any observers, I'm sure I appeared to be definitely pussy-whipped, that was a badge that I was happy to wear with honor, content to defer to Cheryl's direction.