A Cuckold Story Ch. 21-22

Once I had come, my enthusiasm waned as I realized that Cheryl and I really were playing with fire in risking exposing our sexual peccadillos to my coworkers. I was hopeful that my wife would be discreet, but I wasn't sure that Troy would do the same. I could easily picture him bragging about banging my wife and if Cheryl was true to form, she had likely told him about my smallish endowment and premature ejaculation issues. I certainly didn't want this to be the stuff of water cooler gossip around the office and I started developing second thoughts about my granting Cheryl the freedom to fuck whomever she wanted.

I remained in our room for another couple of hours before I heard Cheryl slip her key card into the slot and then enter the room. All my doubts and self-confidence issues vanished when I saw my beautiful wife and I rushed to her, taking her in my arms and kissing her passionately. Cheryl returned my kiss and then placed her hands on my shoulders encouraging me to kneel in front of her. I did as she bade and when I was on my knees in front of my wife, she reached down to pull up her skirt, revealing that she had not bothered to put her bikini bottoms back on. Instead, I was faced with my wife's bare pussy, her fleshly lips obscenely parted and a small stream of semen oozing from between her pink petals. I couldn't help but extend my tongue, lapping up the come and causing Cheryl to moan in delight.

Cheryl then moved to the bed, laying back on the edge so that I could get at her well-fucked opening and I crawled over to her, placing my head between her legs and began licking and sucking her juicy pussy as she wriggled around in pleasure. I must admit, eating my wife's fresh creampie was heaven itself and in addition to the musky flavor of Troy's sperm, there was the salty taste of the sea along with the tropical scent of coconut oil that created a feast for the senses. I kept up my oral ministrations for quite a while before Cheryl groaned in climax, reaching down, and holding my face against her pussy and gushing out still more of her juices mixed with Troy's seed.

I had been so immersed in assuring my wife's orgasm, that I had neglected to relieve myself and as I stood up, my erection had created a tent in the front of my pants. I was just about to drop my pants and masturbate when I glanced at the clock and realized that we had to be at dinner in thirty minutes. And so, I reluctantly deferred my masturbation session until later as I ushered my wife into the bathroom to shower while I laid out some clothes for the evening. That night, dinner was to be followed with dancing and so I picked out a tropical themed sundress along with pair of white espadrille wedge heels for Cheryl and when she emerged from the shower she approved of my choices. After hurriedly dressing, we were soon on our way to the ballroom where we enjoyed a tasty buffet dinner along with a strong assortment of tropical drinks.

I've never really been much of a dancer, but Cheryl loves to dance and so once dinner ended, she was out on the dance floor almost continuously, shaking her ass to the beat from the local band. My wife danced with an assortment of men as I looked on enviously from the sidelines. Eventually, Troy asked Cheryl to dance and they made a quite a handsome couple as they shimmied to the tropical music. While watching the two of them together, I couldn't help but develop an erection as I pictured them naked, Troy's thick cock plunging into my wife as she screamed in orgasm.

When Troy and Cheryl wrapped up a particularly steamy dance, my wife returned to where I was sitting and asked me to get her a drink. I was happy to oblige, but I whispered to Cheryl that I would need a bit of time before I could comply while motioning to the bulge that had formed in my pants. My wife began giggling uncontrollably at my predicament as she then made her way to the bar to retrieve her own drink.

When Cheryl returned to my side, I told her that I was going to head back to the room but that she was welcome to stay if she wished. I knew this was dangerous. My wife was already tipsy and with Troy prowling around, I had no doubt that things could rapidly get out of hand. Nevertheless, I wanted to show Cheryl that I trusted her and that I was sorry for my behavior of the day before. To my great surprise, however, Cheryl said that she, too, was tired and she then accompanied me up to the room.

Once in the room, Cheryl gave me a detailed run-down of her day with Troy. They had gone to a nearby surf break and spent the bulk of the morning surfing, or in Cheryl's case, trying to surf. They had then headed to little restaurant up the coast where they had some tuna poke before heading to a secluded beach that Troy knew about. There they had frolicked in the waves before Troy suggested they fuck right there on the beach.

Ever since Cheryl had first fucked Dave on the beach back in our days in Los Angeles, she had been anxious to relive the experience and my wife was happy to oblige as Troy spread out their beach towels. My wife then stripped off her bikini and began to suck Troy's cock before laying back on the beach towels to welcome her lover between her legs. If anyone had happened upon them, they would have seen the two lovers passionately screwing without so much as a care in the world. Cheryl said that it felt so primal and raw to be fucking right there on the beach and that she came several times before Troy blasted his load into her soaking pussy. They lay joined together for several minutes after their orgasms, Troy's thick cock deflating in my wife's cunt as the two lovers kissed and celebrated their passionate coupling. When Troy's prick finally slipped out of my wife, they then washed up with a brief swim before heading back to the hotel and secluding themselves in Troy's room for a couple of hours where they fucked once again.

While Cheryl was describing her day, I had been masturbating but as I began to approach orgasm, Cheryl reached over and pulled my hand off my dick and replaced it with her own as she then finished me off with one of her incredible hand-jobs. My orgasm was earth shattering and as my wife pumped my dick, milking every drop of semen from my balls, I knew that I was the luckiest man alive to be married to such a sexy minx.

The final day of our vacation, Cheryl and I spent together wandering around Lahaina and enjoying a nice lunch in town. My wife made no secret of the fact that she was planning to spend time with Troy later that night and so I encouraged her to pick out a new dress and some sexy underwear that she might wear when entertaining him later. Cheryl loved that idea and she eventually found a sexy white sundress with a halter top that looked fabulous on her. She then picked out a pair of white lacy thong panties that wouldn't show under her dress and as we headed back to the hotel, I whispered, "You are going to look so incredible tonight, Sweetheart. Troy is a lucky guy."

After helping my wife dress for the evening and giving her pussy another quick shave, we joined the rest of my company for the farewell dinner down near the beach. Tiki torches were lit and as we sat and ate our dinner, I couldn't help but think that Hawaii was the most beautiful place Cheryl and I had ever been and I regretted that we hadn't planned to spend another couple of days in this island paradise.

After dinner we said our goodbyes to the majority of my coworkers and Cheryl and I then wandered over to Troy and joined him in conversation. I thanked him for taking Cheryl out surfing the day before and said that she had told me she'd had an incredible day. I couldn't help but notice a brief smirk cross his lips but for the most part Troy was a complete gentleman. And when I asked him and a couple of other of my coworkers if they wanted to join us in the lounge for a final cocktail, they all readily agreed.

We were soon gathered around a table in the bar toasting our time in Hawaii and as I watched Troy eying my wife, I knew he, too, was hoping for a chance to fuck her one last time before we left. As Cheryl and I had rehearsed, once I finished my first drink, I announced that I was tired and needed to get some sleep. My wife then chimed in, pouting that I was a "party-pooper" and that she wasn't ready to go just yet. As we planned, I told my wife that she should stay there and have another drink and I'd see her back at the room later. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Troy break into a broad smile when I said this and as I said my goodbyes, he even had the nerve to tell me that he'd look after Cheryl and make sure she got back to the room safely.

Not long after I left, Cheryl announced that she was getting tired too and was going to go back to the room. Troy then said he was also ready to turn in and offered to walk my wife back towards our room. The two of them made their exit innocently enough, but with minutes they were ensconced in Troy's room with his thick cock buried deep in my wife's juicy pussy. They fucked for almost an hour, eventually opening the sliding glass door so that Cheryl could look out towards the ocean while grasping the balcony railing as Troy fucked her from behind. And although Troy was quite a bit taller than Cheryl, my wife kept her five-inch wedge heels on during their session and so his cock was in the perfect position to penetrate my wife's eager pussy. When Cheryl was telling me this later, she said she saw several groups of hotel guests stroll past the pool and she wondered whether anyone saw her, naked except for her heels as Troy pounded her from behind. My wife even joked that if I had only known, I could have stationed myself down by the pool where I would have had a perfect view of her erotic encounter.

Cheryl and Troy fucked on the balcony for quite some time before Troy could hold out no longer and roaring loudly, he pumped my wife full of his sperm. After assuring that Troy had emptied his load, Cheryl turned around and dropped to her knees and began to lick and suck his deflating member. Cheryl was in a lust-filled trance as she cleaned off his cock with her mouth, worshiping Troy's manhood as she silently thanked him for fucking her so well. Cheryl wasn't ready to end things so soon and when she had finished licking and sucking all traces of their lovemaking from Troy's cock, she suggested they go for a swim in the ocean. The two of them then discreetly headed down to the beach, carefully avoiding any late-night revelers that might catch them together. And after laying their towels down on the sand, they then stripped off their clothes and swam naked in the warm ocean water, laughing and frolicking in the surf like long time lovers.

After emerging from the ocean Troy and Cheryl sat side by side on the beach wistfully staring at the ocean. Cheryl said they both knew that this was something of a one-time fling and despite their sexual compatibility and promises to continue to get together back home, their age difference and the fact that Cheryl was married meant that their relationship wasn't going to go anywhere. After sitting in silence for quite some time, Cheryl spoke, asking Troy not to tell anyone from my office about their affair since she didn't want anything getting back to me. Troy assured her that he hadn't told anyone and that he'd only texted his best friend, telling him that he'd hooked up with the sexiest woman he'd ever met. Hearing this, Cheryl melted at the flattering remark and as she snuggled up against him, Troy extended his arm around her, pulling her close and kissing her tenderly.

Cheryl said that sitting with Troy on the beach was romantic in a way that reminded her of sitting with her first real boyfriend at the close of summer. At sixteen, Cheryl had been dating a high school senior and on the day before he was to head out-of-state to college, she had sat with him in a local park, holding each other close as they knew this was the end of their relationship. And now, sitting with Troy the same feeling of melancholy washed over Cheryl. Despite their age difference, my wife really liked Troy and what had started as a purely sexual attraction had developed into something more. Perhaps it was Cheryl reliving her youth, or maybe it was just raw lust, but when Cheryl and Troy were together, she said that she felt a zest for life that she hadn't felt in some time. From Troy and Cheryl's overt flirtations when they had first met to Troy's failed efforts to teach my wife to surf, they had laughed together like lovers, enjoying the feelings that only new relationship energy can bring.

As she thought about the events of the past several days, Cheryl leaned over and took Troy's cock into her mouth. His cock was salty from their swim and this only enhanced my wife's senses as she began bobbing up and down on his shaft until he was fully erect. Once Troy was rock hard, Cheryl removed his cock from her mouth and laid back on her towel, begging, "Please fuck me, Troy. I need you in me one more time."

Troy then moved into position above my wife and inserted his shaft into her juicy opening before beginning to slowly stroke in and out causing Cheryl to moan in pleasure. The two of them then began to make love, kissing passionately while Troy sensuously thrust in and out of my wife. Cheryl and Troy made love for almost an hour, savoring each other's bodies as they frolicked on the beach. Cheryl said that she lost track of how many times she came and with each orgasm she became ever more caught up in the sheer romantic pleasure of making love to Troy while bathed in the moonlight reflecting off the ocean.

Cheryl only told me the details of this encounter much later and when she did, my penis wilted in the midst of my feverish masturbation session. Hearing my wife gush over Troy, his love-making skills described as the "best ever" was disquieting, even though I had heard similar things about quite a few of my wife's lovers. Perhaps it was because Troy was so much younger, or maybe it was because we worked together, but it seemed especially painful to realize that I would never make love to my wife in a similar fashion. And if I was to try, my feeble efforts to do so would only seem pitiful in comparison. In fact, for several months following hearing of my wife's encounter, I developed a mild case of erectile dysfunction and it was only with constant of reassurances from Cheryl that I was able to get past my jealousy and insecurity.

Eventually, even a stud like Troy has his limits and after having provided my wife with countless orgasms, he began to long stroke in and out of her sweet pussy with greater urgency. After all her climaxes, Cheryl was anxious to give Troy the same sort of pleasure as she urged him on, resting her ankles on his broad shoulders as she gazed adoringly into his eyes. My wife then reached down with one hand to fondle Troy's balls and as she felt his balls tighten, she cooed, "C'mon Baby, come for me." That's all it took as Troy began to come, his semen spurting into the depths of my wife's cunt as she continued to knead his balls, coaxing every drop of his seed into her welcoming opening.

Cheryl later told me that she would have loved to spend the night with Troy after that performance, but that she knew that might give away our little secret. And so, after laying together on the beach for a while longer, the two lovers got dressed and after kissing passionately and saying their goodbyes, Cheryl made her way back to our room.

All this time, I'd laid awake just wondering what was happening over in Troy's room and when I finally heard Cheryl at the door, I leapt out of bed welcoming my wife back and hoping to hear some of the juicy details. I had refrained from masturbating as I had been hoping to make love to my wife but when I saw Cheryl enter the room, I knew that was not going to be in the cards. My wife looked like the proverbial saying, ridden hard and put away wet. Her hair was a tangled mess and sand was still clinging to her skin. She was wearing the dress we had bought earlier, but her panties were missing, and she was carrying her shoes in her hand. But despite all this, Cheryl had a contented, dreamy expression on her face that made her look amazingly beautiful.

Although I knew making love was out of the question, I still had some hope that I might lick and suck her well fucked pussy but when I dropped to my knees and attempted to lift the hem of her dress, Cheryl said she was tired and wanted to go straight to sleep. To say I was disappointed would be an understatement, but nevertheless I dutifully helped Cheryl into bed and then lay beside her as she dozed off into a very contented sleep. In hindsight, I think part of my wife's refusal to allow me to eat her pussy was that she had just enjoyed a powerful, romantic experience and she didn't want to mar that with my need to reclaim her. She had bonded with Troy in a way that she didn't often do with her lovers and she wanted his sperm, his very male essence, to remain in her body for as long as possible. In some ways, this is analogous to the pregnancy fetish that some hotwives and cuckolds entertain. And although Cheryl was on the pill and was not about to get pregnant, she wanted her lover's seed to remain embedded in her pussy, evidence that she had coupled with a man that satisfied her in a way that I never could.

We had an early flight the next day and given Cheryl's late return to our room, she was truly exhausted when I woke her the next morning. Fortunately, I had packed our bags the night before and so after a quick shower, we made our way down to the hotel lobby to await our shuttle to the airport. I was somewhat afraid that Troy might be on our flight as Cheryl seemed overly smitten with him and I was not anxious to face him that day. But to my great relief, it appeared he was on a later flight and so after greeting many of my coworkers that were on our flight, we settled in for the five-hour trip home. Cheryl dozed for much of the flight, but even when awake, she was unusually quiet, preferring to keep her thoughts to herself as we headed back home.

As Cheryl had predicted, her affair with Troy was to be short-lived. Although they got together several times back in the Bay Area, their encounters were not nearly as exciting and romantic as those they had enjoyed in Hawaii. And when Cheryl arranged to spend the night with Troy after they had gone clubbing with some friends of his in the city, she returned home somewhat miffed, telling me that she thought Troy was "immature." When I pressed her on what she meant by "immature", Cheryl said that Troy had been boasting to his friends about the fact that she was the wife of one of his co-workers and so everyone treated her like a pariah. "Everyone thought I was just a slut", complained Cheryl. And after a couple more similar nights, their relationship fizzled out and my wife was soon back to her infrequent dates with the Gym Guy and the Stockbroker.

At first, it was uncomfortable seeing Troy every day at the office knowing that he was, or later, had been fucking my wife but over time I got used to it. And although Troy had assured Cheryl that he wouldn't tell anyone of my co-workers of their affair, I harbored suspicions that he had not been as discreet as he'd promised. On several occasions, I noted that some of the younger salesmen would awkwardly cease their conversations when I entered the break room. And I even suspected that a couple of the female administrative assistants had learned of my wife and Troy's relationship given that on more than one occasion, I felt that their eyes on me as they giggled amongst themselves. But as I pondered my options, there seemed little I could do to prevent this idle gossip and ultimately, I resigned myself to ignoring it. After all, we still saw Rich and his wife, Steph, on a somewhat regular basis and I had gotten used to the fact that Rich had screwed Cheryl over the course of the previous winter. I guess this was just one more step towards my complete and utter acceptance of my cuckold status. It was to be expected that there would be occasions where I would interact with men who had been intimate with my wife and I just needed not to feel uneasy or troubled by that.