A Cuckold Story Ch. 48

Ian smiled at the compliment as he replied, "You're not so bad yourself, Love."

After their passionate encounter, Ian and Cheryl tidied themselves up and headed out to dinner at the nearby bistro. Having temporarily sated their ravenous sexual hunger, the two lovers were able to have an interesting and enjoyable conversation about a variety of topics. And by the end of their meal, Cheryl concluded that she truly liked Ian for much more than his expert lovemaking and muscular physique.

On the way back to the hotel after dinner, Ian suggested they have a drink at the pub that was kitty corner from the hotel. Cheryl was game and so she took a seat in one of the cozy booths while Ian made his way to the bar to get a glass of wine for Cheryl and a beer for himself.

While at the bar, however, Ian ran into Sandy and Tom, one of the couples who'd been on our hiking trip and had extended their stay at the hotel. The three of them chatted for a bit before Ian excused himself and returned to the booth with their drinks. But as Sandy and Tom looked over, they saw that Ian's date was none other than my wife! Cheryl said she could feel the rancor from Sandy even at a distance and when she saw Sandy flapping her mouth, presumably outraged that my wife was with Ian, she couldn't help but shout out, "Hey, Sandy, Tom. How're you guys doing?"

Sandy and Tom were now on the hot seat. They couldn't very well ignore Cheryl's friendly greeting and so after getting their drinks from the bartender they headed over towards the booth. And as Sandy and Tom made their way over, my wife mischievously hiked up her skirt so that you could now see the tops of her stockings and a peek of her garter strap beneath the hem of the short skirt. Cheryl also arranged her top so that her tits were displayed proudly and more than a little of her racy red bra was plainly visible.

My wife was playing the naughty hotwife role to the hilt and when Sandy and Tom reached the booth, she jumped up and gave them both a hug. Sandy was clearly taken aback by my wife's behavior and Tom appeared to be tongue-tied as he just stared lecherously at my sexy wife. "So, how long are you guys staying in London?" asked Cheryl as she continued standing with this couple.

"Uh, we're leaving tomorrow at noon," stammered Sandy.

"Oh, you're probably on our flight then. Maybe we'll see you at the airport," chirped Cheryl as she was having a great time scandalizing this strait-laced couple.

Tom couldn't hold off any longer as he asked, "Uh, where's Mike tonight?"

This was the question Cheryl had been waiting for as she casually replied, "I'm not sure. When I told him Ian and I were going to dinner, he said he might go to a movie or something." Cheryl then reached over and placed her hand on Ian's shoulder in a not so subtle amorous gesture.

Cheryl saw Sandy's face go white as a ghost as she grabbed her husband's arm and they excused themselves and headed to a booth at the farthest end of the pub. Cheryl and Ian, meanwhile, shared a conspiratorial laugh as my wife then scooted in next to Ian in the cozy booth.

While they sipped their drinks, my wife, and her younger lover occasionally kissed and Ian's hands were constantly wandering, either running up Cheryl's skirt or groping her tits, in a public display of affection that didn't go unnoticed by Sandy and Tom. My wife could feel their eyes on her and Ian the entire time and she later told me that their disapproval was arousing and she wanted them to know she was a slut, a slut that would soon be fucking a man who was not her husband.

When Cheryl and Ian finished their drinks, my wife stood up and practically dragged Ian out of the booth insisting he take her back to the hotel immediately. Leaving the bar, my wife made no effort to hide what she and Ian were up to as she locked her arm in his, and then waved jauntily at Sandy and Tom before strutting out of the pub with her lover, her high heels clicking seductively as she and her lover hurried back to the hotel.

Of course, I only learned of all this later and at the time I was attempting to concentrate on The Wolf of Wall Street, a movie that I had been wanting to see, but was now having difficulty watching given that my thoughts kept wandering back to what Ian and my wife were doing. In fact, when I looked around and saw that everyone was engrossed in the movie, I reached down and had to readjust my erection that had been threatening to burst through the crotch of my pants all evening.

I was glad the movie was a long one and when it ended at almost eleven-o-clock, I still hadn't heard from Cheryl. We'd agreed that my wife would text me when Ian left, and I was hoping she and he weren't so caught up in their lusty activities that they completely forgot about me. Since it was past eleven, the pubs were closed and so I resigned myself to wandering about until I heard from my wife that it was safe to return to the hotel. I briefly thought about waiting in the hotel lobby, but I quickly dismissed that idea, having no interest in bumping into Ian after he'd just finished fucking my wife in our hotel room.

In hindsight, I should have remembered that the tube stopped running at midnight and that Ian would have to leave before then, but instead I walked from here to there waiting for my wife's text when at around 11:30 I received a text from Cheryl reading, "Ian's leaving in a couple minutes."

I 'd been heading away from our hotel at the time, but I immediately reversed direction and practically ran back to the hotel. I suppose I should have taken my time since my wife's text did say he was "leaving in a couple minutes," but I was so anxious to see Cheryl that I failed to note that particular aspect of her message. And as I charged into our room, not bothering to knock or announce myself, there was Cheryl and Ian passionately embracing as they said their goodbyes.

Cheryl later told me that my face turned bright red and I looked like I was about to have a stroke as I saw the two lovers. Ian was fully dressed, but Cheryl was naked apart from her stockings and garter belt, and she'd slipped on her pumps for this goodbye kiss. I immediately started stammering, "Oh no, uh, I'm sorry. I'll go wait downstairs," but Cheryl stopped me saying that Ian was just leaving.

My wife then turned her full attention back to her young lover as she pulled him closer, locking lips in a lusty French kiss before saying, "I've had such a great time, Ian. Thank you." Cheryl then added, "Please keep in touch and if you're ever in California, you better look me up."

Ian assured my wife that he would keep in touch and let her know if he ever visited the States. Ian then gently pulled away from Cheryl and moved over before me, extending his hand in courteous gesture. "Thanks for everything Mike," declared Ian as I timidly extended my own hand and took Ian's much larger hand in mine and we shook like gentlemen.

Ian's thank you was a first for me as I had always been the one to thank the guys who fucked my wife. But I guess old habits die hard and as we were shaking hands I sheepishly said, "Thank you, Ian for being such a great tour guide..." and here I hesitated a bit before continuing, "and for showing Cheryl a good time too. I appreciate it."

A broad smile formed on Ian's lips as he turned and headed for the door and within seconds, he was out the door and headed to the tube station. When I looked over at my beautiful wife, she was gazing at me with a contented, almost beatific, smile. Cheryl had clearly enjoyed her evening with her young lover and as she later told me, hearing me thank Ian for taking care of her was one of the sweetest things she'd ever heard me say.

Seeing my wife so radiant, I couldn't help but move to her but rather than taking her in my arms, instead I knelt before her so that my face was inches from her freshly fucked pussy. Before diving into my cream-filled treat, I looked up at my wife and said, "I love you." Cheryl returned my sentiments and I then leaned forward, swiping my tongue between my wife's fleshly lips, tasting Ian's come and her succulent juices.

My wife spread her legs wider to give me better access to her juicy opening as I continued to kneel before her tasting the fruits of her coupling. But eventually, Cheryl grew tired of standing and she moved to the bed, laying back on the edge of the mattress and pulling up her knees to reveal her well-used opening in all its glory.

I took this opportunity to strip off my pants and as I moved into position at the foot of the bed, I gazed lustily at Cheryl. With tan stockings encasing her shapely legs and a lacy red garter belt encircling her waist, my wife looked like an erotic wet dream. And with Cheryl's knees pulled up to her chest and her patent leather pumps framing her juicy pink pussy, I truly think I've never seen a more beautiful sight. For a moment, I thought about taking a picture of this lovely vision, but not wanting to ruin the moment, instead, I eagerly resumed tonguing my wife's sopping hole. And as I orally worshiped Cheryl's pussy, I reached down with my right hand and, grasping my penis, I began to masturbate.

This was the ultimate cuckold sex act. Here I was with my mouth glued to my wife's well-fucked pussy, happily sucking all traces of her lover's come from her opening while at the same time, feverishly masturbating. I was in seventh heaven but after vainly trying to get Cheryl off, I concluded that Ian had coaxed every possible climax from my wife during their earlier encounters.

Although disappointed that I was unable to give my wife an orgasm, I knew my oral attentions were also symbolically important. Besides the fact that my wife truly enjoys my soothing tongue on her tender opening after fucking one of her large cocked lovers, licking and sucking Cheryl's pussy after her sexual encounters is also my way of showing my approval of her infidelities. It establishes, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that my wife has every right to fuck any man she desires and that I will continue to love and cherish her with all my heart.

When I'd completely scoured Cheryl's pussy of any trace of her earlier encounters, it was time to take care of my own sexual needs and I picked up the pace of my hand on my dick, enthusiastically stroking myself as I continued to worship my wife's cunt. And before long, I felt a wave of pleasure envelope me as my balls contracted and my penis began spurting out my load, drenching my hand and the carpet at the foot of the bed. It was a tremendous climax and when I finally lifted my face from between my wife's legs, she exclaimed, "Oh my God, Mike! You looked like you came really good!"

I continued to milk my penis as I sheepishly replied, "Yeah, it was really good." Cheryl watched me for a couple minutes more as I stayed kneeling at the foot of the bed, before she jumped up, kicked off her shoes and headed to the bathroom. And when she emerged a couple of minutes later, totally naked by this time, Cheryl found me using my underwear to try and mop up the sperm that I'd splattered on the carpet.

"Looks like you made a little mess," giggled Cheryl as she headed back to the bathroom and returned with a wet washcloth. "Here you go Mike. This might work better," suggested my wife as she handed me the moist washcloth.

Cheryl was right about the washcloth and after several minutes of scrubbing I was able to remove most of my semen from the carpet. When I finished, I headed to the bathroom to wash up and when I returned to the bedroom, I found my wife sitting up in bed texting Ian to tell him she'd had a wonderful night and that she was serious about him keeping in touch and perhaps visiting someday. I waited until Cheryl put down her phone before cuddling up next to her, softly whispering, "I love you so much Cheryl."

"I love you too, Mike," sighed my wife before she turned on her side with her back to me, encouraging me to spoon her from behind. I cuddled Cheryl for several minutes thinking she was drifting off, when suddenly she whispered, "I haven't been too selfish the last few days, have I?"

I instantly replied, "No, no, not at all. I've had fun too."

"Okay, good. I was a little worried I'd gotten too carried away. I mean, first with Harry and Jack and then Ian. I guess I wanted to feel like I still had it, you know what I mean?" cooed Cheryl as I pulled back a bit and began to rub her back. And after assuring my wife that I completely understood and was not bothered in the slightest by her escapades, she went on, telling me she'd forgotten how great it was to be with younger men. "They get so hard and they can go for hours. Oh my god, I loved it," giggled my wife as I continued to softly rub her back.

"Maybe when we get home you should try and find a younger guy to see sometimes," I suggested.

"Maybe," sighed Cheryl as she then said that we should probably try and get some sleep. I kept softly rubbing my wife's back for a good twenty minutes until I was certain she was asleep before cuddling back up close to her and drifting off to sleep myself.

The next morning Cheryl and I were up relatively early, and we packed our bags before heading down for breakfast. Because it was early, there were only a few of the guests eating but as we entered the breakfast room, we passed Sandy and Tom seated at one of the tables for two. I immediately greeted them, calling out, "Good Morning!" but rather than returning my greeting they looked down at their breakfast and acted as if Cheryl and I didn't exist.

Cheryl was behind me and I heard her giggle ever so slightly at Sandy and Tom's rude behavior and when we found a table at the other end of the breakfast room, I asked, 'What's gotten into them?" My wife then filled me in on what had transpired the previous evening at the pub and as she was telling me the details, she couldn't help but giggle constantly. Now it was my turn to be embarrassed and as I glanced over at Sandy and Tom, they were talking between themselves and periodically looking in our direction. I'm sure they were shocked at how Cheryl and I could enjoy a perfectly normal breakfast after my wife spent at least a portion of the previous night with another man.

Fortunately, I've grown somewhat accustomed to being known as the cuckold husband of an adulterous wife and by the time Cheryl finished her story, I, too, was chuckling. And when I glanced over at Sandy and Tom again, I couldn't help but note how old and boring the two of them looked.

Although much the same age as Cheryl, Sandy had let herself go and was matronly and somewhat overweight. Cheryl on the other hand, kept her body fit and trim and even though she had dressed comfortably for our flight, my wife was wearing skintight black leggings, a form fitting tight black top and a pair of white platform Keds. Although a far cry from her sexy outfit of the night before, my wife was still dressed provocatively, and would no doubt receive her share of male attention over the course of the day.

As I mused about the stark contrast between Cheryl and Sandy, I had to admit my wife would always be the love of my life. Her sexy mannerisms, overtly provocative attire and bubbly personality never fail to keep me, and countless other men, continually enthralled. It was with these thoughts that I proudly escorted my wife back up to our room. Sandy and Tom had already exited the Breakfast room, but that didn't matter. I would have happily announced to the entire room that Cheryl had cuckolded me the previous night, if necessary, to remain in my wife's good graces.

The flight home was uneventful and by the time we arrived in San Francisco, we both were very much looking forward to a home cooked dinner and a good night's sleep. And over dinner that night, Cheryl wistfully reminisced about our vacation, leaving out the erotic aspects of her sexual escapades but making it very clear she had thoroughly enjoyed every moment of the trip.