A Cuckold Story Ch. 48

"She's busy," snickerred Jack and I then heard in the background my wife squealing in obvious pleasure along with the rhythmic squeak of bedsprings.

"Uh, okay. But can you remind her that we need to leave by nine?"

"Yeah, no problem Mate, I'll tell her," laughed Jack as he hung up the phone.

I sat there in the hotel room wondering what I should do. At best, Cheryl was going to miss breakfast, but what about making sure our bags were ready to be sent to the next hotel? I decided that I'd better put aside my wife's hiking clothes and, worst case, we could carry her clothes from last night in our day packs. And at nine, I brought down our luggage and placed it in the lobby while leaving my wife's hiking gear up in the room. Our tour guide, Ian had just started to fill us in on the itinerary for the day and was going over the map when Cheryl came waltzing into the lobby. This was exactly what I'd dreaded all morning long and as my wife strutted in, her short skirt, skintight top and platform heels made it obvious that she'd spent the night elsewhere.

I could feel my stomach tighten in a knot with the eyes of our fellow hikers fixed on Cheryl and me. But my wife seemed oblivious to the awkwardness of the situation as she sauntered up to me and kissed me on the cheek, whispering, "Sorry, Honey. I guess I'm a little late." You could hear a pin drop as Cheryl then turned and headed up the stairs, all eyes on her butt cheeks jiggling beneath her miniskirt as she headed up to our room to change.

I could feel my face reddening in shame as everyone turned to me to gauge my reaction to my wife's blatant infidelity. But to my relief, Ian gracefully took control of the situation by resuming his speech describing the sights that we'd see on today's walk. When Ian finally finished his talk, the other couples headed out while I quickly made my way upstairs to our room to find my wife in the shower.

As I sat on the bed waiting for Cheryl to emerge from the bathroom, I pondered what I should say. She had not only thoroughly embarrassed me at the pub the previous night, but now all the other couples on our trip knew she'd cuckolded me. I could feel my anger building but when a couple of minutes later Cheryl emerged from the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around her, I couldn't help but take her in my arms, holding her close and saying, "I was worried about you last night. Are you okay?"

Cheryl returned my hug enthusiastically as she giggled, "I guess I kind of got carried away. You're not mad, are you?"

"No, No, it's okay," I lied before asking, "Did you have a good time?"

Cheryl gushed, "I had a great time! Those guys were so much fun! I'm sorry they were kind of mean to you, but we won't be seeing them again anyway."

It's always amazing to me how cavalier my wife can be after spending the night with a man, much less two of them. But I must admit, Cheryl's ability to shrug off sexual encounters without any sort of remorse is one of the reasons I can put up with her infidelities. Yes, there are times she has become emotionally attached to her lovers, but for the most part Cheryl can compartmentalize her feelings and enjoy a no-holds-barred sexual adventure without any feelings of guilt or regret.

As my wife and I were still embracing, we heard a soft knock on the door. And when I opened it a crack, it was Ian, our tour guide, who asked, "Uh, Mike, Cheryl. We're about to leave with the van and I just want to make sure everything's okay before we go."

Oh, yeah. Everything's fine. We'll see you at the hotel," I answered while starting to close the door.

Just then, however, Cheryl spoke up. "Oh wait, Ian! Can you be a Sweetheart and put some of my clothes in our bag before you leave? I don't want to have to carry them around all day."

When Ian said "Yes," Cheryl pushed past me and opened the door to usher Ian into our room where she handed him her skirt, top and platform shoes. Ian couldn't help but ogle my wife as she was clad in nothing more than a towel and when he took Cheryl's clothes and shoes, he gave her a big smile and said, "I'll make sure these get in your bag."

Cheryl smiled one of her trademark winning smiles before pausing and then bending over giving Ian and I a flash of her butt cheeks and a peek of her shaved pussy as she picked up her g-string panties that were still laying on the floor. Then in an overtly flirtatious tone, my wife said, "I guess you better take these too. I wouldn't want to have to go without," as she seductively handed the skimpy garment to Ian.

My God! I couldn't believe my wife was flirting with our tour guide no more than an hour after taking on Jack and Harry at their flat! For the second time that day, I turned beet red and when Cheryl gave Ian a sexy wink, I thought I'd die of embarrassment. But Ian was the perfect gentleman, merely replying, "All right, I'll put everything in your bag. We'll see you this afternoon."

"Thanks Ian, you're such a Sweetheart," cooed my wife as Ian headed toward the door.

When Ian left, Cheryl burst out laughing telling me she thought I was going to have a heart attack I looked so shocked when she handed Ian her panties. I wanted to argue, to tell my wife that she shouldn't embarrass me like that, but we needed to get going and so I encouraged Cheryl to get dressed and within thirty minutes or so, we were out on the trail to the next Inn.

Over the course of the day, Cheryl filled me in on her night with Jack and Harry. It seems that as soon as they got to the guys' flat, my wife was stripped of her skirt, top and panties and from that point on it was a sexual free-for-all. Both guys fucked Cheryl several times over the course of the night and as my wife was telling me the story she quipped, "Oh my God, young guys are the best! They could go all night."

Despite having masturbated twice the night before, my wife's naughty stories had my dick pressing against the front of my pants almost the entire day. And to this day, I don't really remember any of the sights we saw that day, Cheryl's escapades completely overshadowing the sights of quaint churches and rustic farms. When we arrived at the Inn, Cheryl and I opted to forgo our ritual pint of beer and, instead, headed up to the room where we lay down and took a brief nap.

That night, Cheryl said she was tired and so instead of eating at one of the many restaurants in the village, we picked up some take-out fish and chips. We then bought a couple of beers from the hotel bar and ate our dinner in front of the television before turning in early. It was only next morning that I was reminded that the other guests in our group were well-aware of my wife's wanton ways.

As we sat down to breakfast that morning, I could hear the hushed conversations from the other tables and when I glanced around, I noted the withering glares from the women and the lecherous stares from the men. Cheryl didn't seem bothered in the slightest by the disapproval of the other guests and when we headed out on our final day of hiking, she cheerfully wished all the other hikers well.

When we arrived at our final destination that afternoon, Cheryl and I did elect to have a beer on the Inn's deck and as each couple arrived, my wife would call out, "Congratulations, you made it!" The plan for that evening was for a group dinner at the Inn and although I tried to talk Cheryl out of attending, she was insistent we go. To be honest, the dinner was kind of fun and to my relief nobody mentioned anything about my wife's walk of shame two days earlier.

After dinner, everyone sat around enjoying a post-dinner cocktail and over time, couples began peeling off and heading to their rooms. Eventually, it was just Cheryl, Ian and I, and Ian suggested that we check out a music club no more than a couple of blocks from the Inn. Not surprisingly, Cheryl was all for it and although I was a little unsure of Ian's motives, I agreed that it might be fun. Cheryl instantly said she wanted to change into something more appropriate for a club but when I said I'd wait in the lobby with Ian, she insisted I accompany her to our room, telling me that she needed my help with something.

When we got to our room, however, Cheryl immediately turned to face me, grasping my shoulders and looking directly up into my eyes, she said, "Honey, do you mind if I go out with Ian on my own?"

This question hit me like a ton of bricks! Not only had my wife cuckolded me with Jack and Harry, it appeared she wanted to do the same with Ian! But as I gazed into my wife's big brown eyes, excitement and desire written all over her, I couldn't help but reply, "Yes, sure. You can go out with Ian. I'll stay here."

You'd think I'd just given Cheryl a ten-carat diamond. She squealed in delight and after thanking me profusely she hurriedly pulled out the same clothes she'd worn two nights earlier. My wife had left her stockings at Harry and Jack's, but her miniskirt and top were in relatively good shape as the guys had stripped Cheryl minutes after she'd entered their flat. I watched with a growing erection as my wife quickly dressed and when she asked me to help her with her heels, I knelt before Cheryl and placed the tall platform shoes on her feet, buckling the straps as she busied herself applying a thick coat of pink lipstick to her lips.

That morning, my wife had asked me to shave her pussy and I 'd readily done so thinking that we might make love tonight, but as it turned out, it looked like Ian might be the beneficiary of my handiwork. But even so, I was glad that my wife would look her best. There's a certain pride that I think every cuckold must feel when their wife is headed out on a date with another man and I'm no exception. If Cheryl was successful in bedding Ian, I wanted him to think that my wife was the sexiest, most desirable woman he'd ever met. And as I watched my wife primping in the mirror, carefully applying her makeup and perfume I was confident that Ian would not find her wanting.

I still hadn't seen Cheryl pull on her panties and when I jokingly asked about that, she giggled, "You know how I kidded Ian about that the other day? I thought it would kind of fun to surprise him."

I swear my dick felt like it was going to burst through my pants at that statement and when Cheryl saw my predicament, she giggled, "I guess I should have brought your little chastity thingee."

When I agreed that I was going to have a tough time keeping my hands off my dick, Cheryl cooed, "That's okay, Honey. You should play with yourself if you want. It's only fair."

By this time, it was time for Cheryl to go and after several last-minutes glances in the full-length mirror she announced she was leaving. "Wish me luck, Honey," chirped my wife as she proffered her cheek for a simple goodbye kiss. And after I kissed my wife, she then scampered off, her heels clicking provocatively on the wooden stairs as she headed down to meet Ian.

Once Cheryl was gone, I vainly tried to hold off from masturbating, but it was impossible. Try as I might, I couldn't get the sexy vision of my wife out of my head. From the sleeveless turtleneck top that fit my wife like a glove and outlined her perky breasts, nipples and all, to the miniskirt that barely covered Cheryl's ass cheeks and displayed her shapely legs in all their glory, my wife was dressed to attract the maximum amount of male attention. And as I thought about Cheryl at the club, hanging on Ian's arm, I couldn't resist whipping out my dick and engaging in a feverish masturbation session culminating in me spewing my load into the underwear I'd worn earlier that day.

As it turned out, Cheryl and Ian spent no more than an hour at the club, enjoying a single drink while listening to the music. Ian was a little nervous as they talked and eventually blurted out that he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that I passively accepted her infidelities. He then asked my wife whether we were swingers, but she told him in no uncertain terms that no, we weren't swingers since I wasn't allowed to be with other women. Cheryl then went on to tell Ian, in a chat that my wife could now do in her sleep, that my sexual skills and attributes were not up to snuff and that we had an arrangement whereby she could sleep with other men whenever she wished.

Cheryl told me later that Ian had looked somewhat unsure of her explanation, but when my wife leaned over and kissed him while reaching down to caress his cock through his jeans, he seemed to get over any misgivings he might have had. And within minutes, Ian was escorting my wife up to his room. Once there, Ian and my wife fucked twice with Cheryl later telling me that Ian was a skilled and thoughtful lover who was able to coax several incredible orgasms from my wayward wife,

I only learned of this later and after my initial masturbation session, I dozed off, only awaking at around two-o-clock when I heard my wife slipping into the room. Even in the dim light I could tell my wife had been well fucked and when she slipped into bed next to me, and reached down to feel my penis, she was met with a rock-hard erection. "Didn't you play with yourself, Baby?" whispered Cheryl as I think she was surprised to find that I could still be hard after presumably spending the entire time she was gone with my dick in my hand. After assuring my wife that I did, indeed, "play with myself" while she was gone, Cheryl cooed, "Honey, can you lick me for a little bit?"

That was a request I wasn't about to ignore as I turned around in bed so that my face was between my wife's legs. With Harry and Jack my wife had used condoms, but she felt safe going bare with Ian and so there was a large dollop of come oozing from between my wife's fleshy lips. I immediately scooped Ian's semen up with my tongue and swallowed it before diving in and burying my tongue in my wife's used pussy, eager to cleanse it of all traces of her encounter.

In the position I was in, my hard penis was directly in front of Cheryl's face. But rather than suck my dick, or even fondle it with her hands, my wife enjoyed watching it twitch helplessly as I lapped up her lover's sperm. And it was only after Cheryl was assured that I had thoroughly cleaned her pussy did she tell me to turn around and lie beside her, instructing me to masturbate while she looked on.

With the taste of Ian's come and my wife's juices still fresh in my mouth, I began to run my hand up and down my penis. In the dim light I could see Cheryl's mischievous smile and as I masturbated, she began whispering in my ear, describing all the naughty things she'd done with Ian.

I don't think I'll ever grow tired of hearing about my wife's sexual encounters and that night was no different. And as I pulled my dick listening to Cheryl describe how Ian had flipped her over and begun fucking her roughly from behind, I couldn't hold off and my penis started spurting and sputtering, my semen splattering all over my hand and stomach. It was a fitting end to the evening and after I cleaned up, I slipped into bed with my wife and cuddling up behind her I told her that I loved her with all my heart.

The next morning our group was to take the van back to London where we would be dropped off at our hotel. Cheryl and I ate breakfast together and to my relief, we didn't see Ian until we'd finished and were headed back to our room. Ian and Cheryl didn't make it obvious that they'd hooked up last night, but I did catch them making eyes at each other and Ian went out of his way to avoid speaking with me.

The remainder of the morning was uneventful, and we were soon seated in the van making our way back to London. Given that she'd been up rather late the night before, Cheryl dozed for the bulk of the trip back and by late afternoon we arrived at our hotel.

Once our luggage was unloaded, we said our goodbyes to the other couples some of whom were headed straight to the airport to catch a flight home. Cheryl had mentioned earlier that she wanted to get together with Ian at least once more before we left for home and so I made myself scarce, taking our luggage up to our room while my wife chatted with her new lover, presumably making plans for later. I had been up in our room for almost twenty minutes wondering what was taking Cheryl so long when I received a text. It was from my wife and it read, "Honey, can Ian and I have the room for a little bit?"

Obviously, Cheryl wasn't going to be satisfied with just a simple date with Ian over the next two days. And as humiliating as it was to be asked to leave our hotel room to give my wife and her boytoy a place to fuck, I had to admire Cheryl's chutzpah. My wife was the ultimate hotwife, single-minded when it came to quenching the fire between her legs. It was with these thoughts that I replied, "Sure, Sweetie. Just give me a second."

I then quickly put away the luggage containing our hiking clothes and opened the suitcase that the hotel had stored for us while we were on our hike. In it, were several sexy outfits and rummaging through the clothes, I pulled out a skimpy lace teddy that always looked incredible on Cheryl. I laid the teddy on the bed and then fished out my wife's tall black, patent leather pumps and placed them next to the teddy, an obvious suggestion that Cheryl might want to dress appropriately to entertain her lover.

As I made my way back down to the lobby, I was careful not to run into Ian and Cheryl. In fact, I exited the hotel from the rear entrance and only when I was out on the sidewalk that I texted Cheryl that the room was all hers. I then waited several minutes more before I re-entered the hotel and confident that Ian and my wife were already in the room, I headed to the bar where I asked that a bottle of champagne be delivered to our room with explicit instruction to just knock on the door and to leave the bottle and two glasses outside in the hall.

I was feeling pretty good about myself as I headed out to take a long stroll through London. I'd not only relinquished our hotel room to my wife and her lover without complaint, but I'd made every effort to make their tryst as enjoyable as possible. I hoped my wife would appreciate my efforts and as I walked through the city, I couldn't help but smile at how I was definitely the model cuckold husband.

It was almost eight-o-clock when I received a text from my wife telling me it was okay to return to the room. I suppose it was partially my fault for sending up the Champagne, but Cheryl and Ian had spent a total of three hours together and I was starting to wonder whether I might be forced to find another room for the night. But when I received my wife's text, I rushed back to the hotel and when I opened the door to our room, there was my wife lying in the center of the unkempt bed, wearing the teddy and high heel pumps I'd picked out. Cheryl had the most beautiful smile on her lips and before I could ask how everything had gone, she exclaimed, "Oh my God, Mike. That was so sweet of you to send us Champagne!"

I blushed at my wife's compliment and when she motioned for me to join her, I tore off my clothes and immediately climbed up on the bed. As I made my way to the bed, my stiff penis bobbed in the air with every step and my wife smiled mischievously at my obvious arousal. Once on the bed, I instantly embraced Cheryl and kissed her passionately as she lay back and allowed me to move on top of her. We kissed for several minutes, my tongue darting in and out of my wife's mouth. In this position, my dick was between my wife's legs and I instinctively began to move my hips, perhaps thinking that Cheryl might want to make love. But when my wife felt my penis nudging her vagina, she pushed me up, wagging her finger and playfully scolding, "Nuh, uh, that's not for you." Cheryl then placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down while spreading her legs wide and pulling the gusset of her teddy to the side. I was face to face with my wife's well fucked pussy when she cooed, "Lick me. C'mon, lick your naughty wife."