A Cuckold Story Ch. 38-41

"Yeah, I know. John's really a..."

Katie cut me off. "No, I mean Cheryl's really lucky to have you. I can tell how much you love her. I see the way you look at her, it's really sweet."

The fact that my wife had just spent the night with her lover didn't faze me as I truthfully replied, "I love Cheryl so much. She's the best wife ever."

Katie chuckled at my statement, the irony of professing my love for Cheryl and describing her as the "best wife ever" was not lost on my wife's friend. Katie then began to tell me all about the breakup with her husband, how they had essentially ceased sexual contact years ago and how they'd eventually just decided to call it quits. I listened attentively while trying to ignore the fact that Katie was stark naked beneath her sleepshirt when Katie suddenly asked, "Have you really not had sex with Cheryl since she started seeing John?"

"Yeah," I sheepishly confessed. Katie just shook her head ruefully, still not understanding how I could tolerate a sexless marriage. Seeing Katie's reaction, I felt like I had to explain myself as I launched into a little speech about how my love for Cheryl transcended sex and that our marriage was stronger than most "normal" couples. I then told Katie that I was okay going without sex so long as Cheryl was happy and from all accounts, she was very happy with John and her other boyfriends.

Katie listened to my speech with a weak smile on her lips, seemingly still perplexed by my motivations as she asked, "You love Cheryl even though she's kind of bitchy to you? I don't get it?"

I paused for a second, not quite knowing how to reply to Katie's question, before I said, "Cheryl is the love of my life. She's not being bitchy. I'm the one who wanted her to take charge more. I want Cheryl to have anything she wants, and I'll do whatever it takes to make her happy."

Katie's smile never left her lips as she sweetly asked, "Do you think I'll ever find someone who loves me like you do Cheryl?"

I immediately began gushing about how Katie was incredibly beautiful, smart, sexy and would have no problem winning a man's heart. "You just haven't found the right guy yet. But he's out there, you'll see," I stated while giving Katie a friendly smile.

"Aw, you're just the sweetest guy, Mike," cooed Katie as she scooted closer to me and leaned over to give me a quick kiss on the cheek. Katie then developed a devilish grin as she reached down and felt my chastity device beneath my jeans and whispered, "Do you have another key to this thing?"

I instantly shivered in fear. Katie was proposing to unlock my chastity cage and all sorts of lewd thoughts flooded my brain. But as I explained that the only key to my chastity device was at that very moment dangling from my wife's anklet, Katie whispered teasingly, "Aw, that's too bad, Mike. I thought maybe I could give you a handjob or something."

The thought of receiving a "handjob or something" from Katie while my wife slept upstairs caused me to blush in embarrassment. Even though it'd been months since I'd last felt Cheryl's hand on my dick, much less the velvety embrace of her pussy, I still instinctively recoiled at the idea of violating my marriage vows. And so, I explained to Katie that even if I wasn't locked in chastity, I would have to decline her generous offer.

I told Katie that I was committed to remaining faithful to Cheryl and that meant no sex of any kind with anyone but my wife. I even went so far as to tell Katie that I was proud that I'd never been with anyone except Cheryl, but that I understood that she could never be faithful to me. "I know Cheryl needs other guys and I'm okay with that. That's why it doesn't bother me when she's with guys like John. But you know what? It doesn't make me love Cheryl any less. Honestly, I think I love her more because she's not afraid to follow her desires. Cheryl is the greatest wife ever and I'm so lucky I found her," I confessed.

When I finished my piece, Katie smiled, and said, "You're a special guy, Mike. Cheryl's lucky she found you too."

It was nice to hear these words and when Katie said she was going to go take a shower, I made her promise not to say anything to Cheryl about our conversation. Not that anything untoward occurred, but I could picture my wife getting upset at the simple fact that Katie and I had enjoyed an intimate conversation. Katie giggled at my seemingly excessive anxiety surrounding Cheryl's jealous streak, but I was finally able to convince her that our conversation should remain just between the two of us.

Once Katie was gone, I continued to sip my coffee while musing about our conversation. The fact that Katie had said I was a "special guy" did wonders for my psyche and as for her offer of a "handjob or something", I must admit I felt like I was almost something of a player. Never mind that Katie, along with my wife, had just spent the night with John, giving him complete access to her charms, it was still a novel experience for me to be offered any sort of sexual favor from a woman other than my wife and it made me feel awesome. And when Katie returned to the kitchen, showered and dressed in jeans and a low-cut top, I thanked her once again for her generous offer, telling her that it had meant a lot to me.

Katie and I sat in the kitchen for almost an hour more, chatting about various innocuous subjects until we heard Cheryl emerge from the bedroom. My wife had showered and dressed and when she entered the kitchen, she glided over to me, giving me a sweet kiss on the cheek as she exclaimed, "Oh my God, what a night!" Cheryl then grabbed a cup of coffee as she sat down next to Katie and began excitedly discussing their evening, the two women acting like giddy schoolgirls as they chattered away. This was my cue to give Cheryl and Katie some privacy and so I headed upstairs to the bedroom where I made up the bed with fresh sheets before putting away Cheryl's dress and shoes and then bringing Katie's discarded dress and shoes downstairs to the guest room where I placed both items next to her suitcase.

My wife and her friend remained in the kitchen for a good hour before Cheryl came out and announced that she and Katie were going to head out for an early lunch before she dropped her friend off at the airport. I knew that Katie and Cheryl would probably be comparing notes on their lusty activities of the night before, so I politely declined my wife's invitation to join them and no more than twenty minutes later I was saying goodbye to Katie.

Like I'd done on Friday when I greeted Katie, I tried to keep my distance, but she pushed past my awkward attempt to shake hands and she embraced me, holding me close and whispering, "Thanks for listening to me this morning. You're a really great guy." I turned beet red and quickly let go of Katie, but not before Cheryl noticed her friend's secretive message and my embarrassed response. My wife's cheery smile immediately turned to an angry scowl but rather than say anything, Cheryl merely told Katie she'd meet her out at the car.

As soon as I heard the front door close, Cheryl stormed over to stand directly in front of me. My wife's eyes were livid with anger as she spat, "I don't know what you and Katie have going on, but when I get back, I'm going to find out! My wife then marched out while I remained standing where I was, pondering what I was going to say to Cheryl when she returned.

As it turned out, it was relatively easy for Cheryl to persuade Katie to tell her about our conversation of the previous evening. And when Katie got to the part about me telling her that even if I hadn't been locked in chastity, I still would've refused her offer of a handjob, my wife's heart melted. "Oh my God. Really? He said he'd never, ever cheat? That's so sweet," cooed Cheryl. And the remainder of the drive, Cheryl pondered how she could thank me for being such a loving, faithful husband. Of course, I knew nothing of this conversation and as I prepared for Cheryl's return home, I decided to be prepared for the worst. My wife seemed genuinely angry when she'd left and knowing how jealous she is if she even suspects me of flirting with another woman, I resigned myself to a minimum of a cold shoulder for several days.

It turned out, Cheryl decided to stop by the store and pick up food since after hearing about my vow to remain faithful, she wanted to enjoy a nice romantic dinner that evening. And as I waited impatiently for my wife's return, I tidied up the house, making sure everything looked perfect after hosting guests for the past two nights. But when I heard Cheryl's car in the driveway, I hurried back to the living room, preparing to face my wife's wrath.

When Cheryl made her way inside and found me waiting to greet her, my contrite speech already formulated, she almost burst out giggling. My wife later told me that I looked so glum when she walked in the door that it truly tugged at her heartstrings. But just as Cheryl was just about to tell me that she'd heard everything from Katie, in a moment of girlish mischief my wife decided to toy with me a bit first. "All right, Mike! What's up between you and Katie?" demanded Cheryl as she took on the role of jealous wife.

"Nothing, Sweetie," I whimpered while telling my wife that Katie and I had merely had a brief conversation that morning while waiting for her to wake up.

"Are you telling me that you weren't flirting with her?" hissed my wife.

"No, Sweetheart. I wasn't. I promise," I whined as Cheryl was really getting into her act, a scowl gracing her beautiful face.

Cheryl then tried to draw me out as she said, "Don't lie to me. I know you've probably got the hots for Katie. You were drooling over her big tits, weren't you?"

I knew not to lie to Cheryl as I admitted that Katie was sexy, but I assured my wife that I didn't have any ulterior motives and that Katie and I had just talked. Then, to bolster my claim, I said, "I don't want anyone but you, Sweetie."

Cheryl couldn't help but giggle at my candid response and truth be told, I didn't want any other woman than my wife. And as beautiful as Katie is, I know that deep in my heart Cheryl will always be the one for me. But when Cheryl snickered, "Really? You wouldn't even want a handjob from that little tramp?" I knew that Katie had broken her promise and told my wife everything.

"No!" I exclaimed as Cheryl's pretend frown turned to the sweetest smile imaginable. My wife then told me that she was so proud of me and that she loved me more than ever for rebuffing Katie's offer. Left unsaid was the fact that with my dick securely confined to my chastity device, there was no way I was getting a handjob from Katie or anyone else for that matter. But I think my professions of fidelity and love for my wife were more than enough to assure Cheryl that I would never, ever cheat on her. And as I gazed lovingly into my wife's eyes, she motioned for me to sit down on the sofa before seductively raising her high heel clad foot and placing it between my legs. "Go ahead, Baby. Take your key and unlock your little dickie," cooed Cheryl.

It had been several weeks since I'd last been unlocked and I fumbled nervously with the tiny clasp on my wife's anklet, eventually freeing my key. I then quickly stood, shucking my pants and briefs, before slipping the key into the tiny lock on my chastity device and eventually removing the sleeve from my penis. I'd like to say that my dick immediately sprung up, but after having been locked up for so long, it just hung there limply, a testament to why my wife so clearly needed other men when it came to satisfying her sexual desires.

I stood there in front of Cheryl for almost a minute, each of us remaining silent, before my wife reached out and took my penis in her hand. It had been many months since I'd last felt my wife's hand on my dick and just the sight of her manicured fingers stroking my penis was like an aphrodisiac. It wasn't long before Cheryl had me fully erect, my stiff penis standing at attention. My wife then told me to lie back on the sofa as she perched on the edge and then began to pump my dick, telling me, "If anyone's going to give you a handjob, it's going to be me, not some slut like Katie."

I was in seventh heaven as my wife skillfully manipulated my penis. My recent chastity and lengthy sexual denial a forgotten memory as I savored the soft touch of my wife's hand on my penis. And as she worked my dick, Cheryl began describing the previous night. From kneeling together before John, taking turns sucking his thick shaft, to sensuously undressing each other while he looked on eagerly, Cheryl and Katie pulled out all the stops and John was thrilled to be the center of attention. My wife admitted that she'd been somewhat jealous watching John fuck Katie but that didn't stop her from moving behind the rutting couple and sensuously kneading John's hairy balls as he plunged his cock into her friend's pussy.

Picturing my wife's red fingernails caressing her lover's swollen testicles had me ready to burst and Cheryl prudently pulled her hand off my dick as she admonished, "Uh, uh, not yet Baby." My wife then let my dick twitch helplessly in the air as she described how she used both hands to part John's butt cheeks, lowering her mouth to his asshole and rimming her lover as he pounded Katie! And as my wife told me how she had swirled her tongue around John's asshole, triggering his climax, she reached down, taking my penis back into her hand and after only two strokes, I lost it! My dick began twitching and jerking as my come came pouring out, coating my wife's hand as she kept stroking.

I had enjoyed a mind-blowing orgasm and when I opened my eyes and looked up at my wife, I couldn't help but moan, "That was incredible. I love you so much."

Cheryl smiled sweetly at my professions of love and gratitude and as continued to run her hand up and down my dick, she cooed, "I love you too, Mike."

After having broken the ice by giving me a handjob after her threesome with Katie and John, Cheryl became far more generous with sexual favors. Perhaps it was having seen me through Katie's eyes and realizing that my tolerance of her extramarital antics was something for which she should be grateful, but my wife began to occasionally give my handjobs following her weekends with John. To be sure, I was still locked in chastity whenever Cheryl was with John or any other man, and penetrative sex was definitely out of the question, but no longer was it automatically the case that the best I could hope for would be a supervised masturbation session following my wife's dates.

As odd as it sounds, my wife's new outlook on providing me even occasional sexual attention allowed me to more fully embrace her relationship with John. No longer did I feel completely left to my own devices and I would anxiously await Cheryl's return from her dates with John. And never knowing for certain whether my wife would have some sort of raunchy story about swinging with another couple or having Nate join in, my arousal was always at a fever pitch by the time Cheryl returned home.

My wife dated John for well over a year and with John and Nate fucking her regularly, she was as sexually satisfied as I'd ever seen her. And with my dick locked in chastity on a regular basis, there was never any doubt who the "real men" were in my wife's life. But when my wife eventually deigned to release me from chastity, my sexual hunger would always be overwhelming, and whether I was masturbating or receiving one of my wife's incredible handjobs, my orgasms were always intense, my excitement fueled by vicariously enjoying Cheryl's kinky sex life.

Chapter 41

I guess it was inevitable that Cheryl's relationship with John would someday come to an end. And although quite often my wife's affairs petered out, her role replaced by a wife or a new girlfriend, this time things ended rather abruptly following a weekend in Vegas.

In hindsight, I think Cheryl should have seen this coming. For several months John had not been as reliable as he had been in the past. Weekend overnights at our house would be cancelled at the last minute and invitations for Cheryl to spend the night at his house were few and far between. It was apparent, to me at least, that John was likely seeing other women, but I wasn't about to tell Cheryl of my concerns as that would no doubt be seen by my wife as meddling in her sex life. To be sure, Nate filled in ably, although his furtive late afternoon quickies were no equal to the heated hours-long sessions Cheryl enjoyed with John. However, any concerns Cheryl might have had with her infrequent visits from John fell by the wayside when he asked her to accompany him and Nate to Vegas.

Cheryl was positively giddy with excitement when she told me about the Vegas trip. John and Nate had an annual tradition of going to Vegas for Super Bowl weekend and they thought it would be fun to have my wife accompany them on the trip. Cheryl was thrilled with the prospect of spending three steamy nights with her two studs and although the trip was almost three weeks away, she set about assembling a wardrobe of slutty outfits that would put a porn actress to shame. I, of course, dutifully accompanied my wife on her various shopping sprees, feeling the pinch of my chastity cage every time she would have me buy her some sexy item, knowing that John and Nate would be the beneficiaries of my largess.

When the big day finally arrived, I timidly peeked out from behind our curtains as I watched John putting my wife's oversized suitcase in the back of his truck. Cheryl had been waiting out front and she greeted each of her lovers with a passionate embrace as I glanced around nervously, hoping none of our neighbors noticed my wife's departure. My wife was wearing a sexy woolen suit that she'd had shortened so that the hem of the skirt barely reached mid-thigh. And because it was winter, Cheryl had on a garter belt and sheer black stockings along with a pair of tall high heel pumps and I knew that if she was spotted in the company of these two young studs, the neighborhood gossip mill would be buzzing for some time.

Cheryl had kept in chastity from the moment she'd had heard about her Vegas trip and as I watched her slip into the cab of the truck, I caught a glimpse of my chastity key dangling provocatively from my wife's anklet. I knew it would a frustrating several days for me but sharing in my wife's excitement and anticipation had already been reward enough. It was truly gratifying to see Cheryl so looking forward to this little vacation and as I watched John's truck pull out of our driveway, I thought "I really hope Cheryl has a great time. She needs this."

That first night in Vegas, Cheryl was in her element. She was away from home in a no-holds-barred city with two muscular studs to ravage her at will. My wife said that even as the bellman was still showing them the room, Nate was already unzipping her skirt, giving the young black hotel worker a peek of Cheryl's freshly shaved pussy framed by her garters and stockings. And by the time John had tipped the bellman, Cheryl was laying back on the bed anxiously waiting for Nate to undress, her legs splayed wide in a welcoming pose.

Both John and Nate fucked my wife within the first hour of their arrival at the hotel and then all three of them headed out for drinks and dinner. When Cheryl later told me this, she joked that she wished I'd been there to clean her up as all throughout dinner she could feel her lovers' copious loads seeping out of her pussy.

Later that night, Cheryl screwed John and Nate again, this time engaging in a session of pure debauchery as she begged the guys to fuck her ass, coming twice as they sandwiched her between them, Nate buried in her pussy as John pummeled her rear entrance. Both guys took a turn in Cheryl's butt over the course of the night and my wife later said she completely lost herself in a sexual frenzy, willing offering up all three of her holes to please her two lovers. After fucking non-stop for well over an hour, they all eventually had enough as Cheryl bedded down with John in one of the King beds while Nate slept in the other. And as Cheryl fell asleep nestled in the crook of John's arm, she said she felt like this was going to be the hottest vacation she'd ever had.