A Cuckold Story Ch. 52-55

As we were about to leave, Dan uttered one last remark as he said, "You two have a safe drive home, okay? And Cheryl, I'll see you soon Babe." Dan was clearly not making any effort to hide that he was seeing my wife and I grit my teeth in anger as we headed downstairs.

As Cheryl and I made our way out to the car, I remained silent, still seething over Dan's fondling of my wife's ass and his suggestive parting remark. After politely opening my wife's car door and helping her into her seat, I moved to the driver's seat, starting the car, and driving off without saying a word.

Cheryl seemed oblivious to my irritation and she was gushing about what a great time she'd had and what a fun party it had been. In fact, we'd not even driven a mile when Cheryl said, "Dan invited me over to his house tomorrow to watch the parades and football. You don't mind, do you?"

I was in no mood to argue as I merely replied, "Sure, that's fine." And soon thereafter, Cheryl dozed off and upon our arrival home, she groggily made her way to the bedroom falling asleep immediately after removing her clothes. I stayed up a bit longer, putting away my wife's dress and shoes, noting with some annoyance that her panties seemed to be missing.

When I eventually slipped into bed next to my wife, I couldn't help but feel somewhat resentful about how she'd treated me earlier. First, wandering off with Dan, leaving me to uncomfortably await her return. And then later, not once mentioning what she'd done with her boyfriend as if it was none of my business if she wanted to give her lover a blowjob at a party!

I lay in bed for almost an hour with these thoughts before I finally drifted off. And every time I thought about Cheryl sucking Dan's fat cock while I waited downstairs like a sucker, I felt the pinch of my chastity device, a stark reminder that even as humiliated and mistreated as I felt, my wife's sexual antics still had the power to arouse me.

Surprisingly, I slept well that night after finally falling asleep. In fact, Cheryl was up before me rummaging around in her dresser looking for something. And when my wife finally found the object of her search, her squeal of delight woke me up instantly.

"All right, Sleepyhead, aren't you going to get up and help me get ready to go over to Dan's?" chirped Cheryl when she saw that I was now awake.

Although much of my anger and resentment of the previous night was now gone, I still was not entirely comfortable with how I'd been treated. But when my wife thoughtfully said, "Let me get you some coffee first," and then bounded down the stairs, I realized that maybe I'd been too hard on Cheryl. And when my wife returned bearing two cups of coffee and we sat quietly side by side in bed sipping our java, I couldn't help but feel nothing but affection for my sweet wife.

After several minutes of silence, Cheryl broached the subject of her plan to spend the day at Dan's house, first telling me she was really looking forward to it and then reminding me that it had been two weeks since she'd last gone out on a date. "So, Honey, I was thinking to wear my cheerleader costume at Dan's. You know, with all the football games today, I thought it'd be kind of fun. What do you think?" cooed Cheryl, the incongruity of asking me my thoughts are on wearing such a sexy costume for another man seeming not to bother my wife in the slightest.

Even after my humiliation of the night before and still not all that happy that my wife was planning to spend New Year's day with her lover, I answered honestly, telling Cheryl that Dan would likely find her sexiest cheerleader he'd ever seen if she showed up wearing that outfit.

"Aww, you're so sweet," answered Cheryl before telling me that she wasn't actually planning to wear the costume to Dan's, but instead she'd change into it when she got there. My wife then asked, "Honey, when you're done with your coffee, can you please do me a big favor? Can you iron my costume? It's been in my dresser so long and it's really wrinkled."

"No problem," I replied as I didn't wait to finish my coffee before grabbing my wife's costume and heading downstairs to iron out any wrinkles. I hadn't bothered to grab my robe and as I stood at the ironing board carefully pressing Cheryl's costume, I thought what a sorry sight I must make. Naked, save for my pink chastity device, I was dutifully ironing my wife's sexy outfit, all so that she could look her best when entertaining her lover.

While I busied myself assuring my wife's costume was perfect, I heard Cheryl in the bathroom upstairs, obviously anxious to prepare herself for the day's festivities. Eventually I heard the shower running upstairs and my wife was still in there when I returned to the bedroom with her freshly pressed cheerleader outfit, laying it out on our bed for Cheryl's inspection.

Then as I heard my wife emerge from the shower and begin to dry her hair, I took it upon myself to assemble the rest of the items to go along with her costume. There were the two pom-poms of course, but after poring through my wife's drawers I also managed to find the pair of frilly white ankle socks that Cheryl had worn with John and his friends.

I laid everything out on the bed along with my wife's red patent leather platform heels before searching for the perfect pair of panties to round out her outfit. With so many sexy panties from which to choose, digging into Cheryl's panty drawer has always been somewhat overwhelming, but I eventually selected a skimpy white g-string, thinking that my wife could either remove it or pull it to the side, when offering Dan her sweet pussy.

The entire time I'd been gathering the accessories to my wife's costume, my penis had been straining to become erect in my chastity sleeve. And when Cheryl finally emerged from the bathroom, her hair freshly dried and smelling of perfume, I couldn't help but gush, "Oh God, Cheryl, you look so beautiful. I love you."

My wife smiled at my outpouring of affection as she cooed, "I love you too, Mike," and when she noticed that I'd arranged all of the accessories to her cheerleader costume on the bed, she added, "Thanks so much, Honey. It looks like you found everything to go with my outfit. You're such a great hubby."

Cheryl then placed her costume and all the accoutrements into a small overnight bag before heading to her closet and slipping into a black miniskirt and blue top to wear on the way over to Dan's. And for the next twenty minutes or so, I watched Cheryl apply her makeup and don her jewelry before announcing she needed to go.

I'd been so caught up in watching my wife prepare for her visit to Dan's that I'd completely forgotten about my feelings of resentment from the night before. But as Cheryl prepared to leave, it all came rushing back. Here I was Cheryl's faithful, loving husband and I was going to be spending New Year's Day all alone, while she spent the day in the arms, and bed, of her lover. And as my wife slipped on her tall black pumps and prepared to leave, I envisioned a day of wallowing in anger and self-pity, a miserable way to start the New Year.

Lo and behold, as my wife was gathering up her overnight bag and preparing to leave, she turned to me and said, "Honey, can you make salad for dinner tonight? I might not be home until around six."

Dinner? I'd assumed that Cheryl would be eating with Dan tonight, perhaps even spending the night. And then my wife went on, telling me that she was looking forward to enjoying a "nice romantic dinner together," and that she'd make sure not to have anything to drink at Dan's so that we could share a bottle of champagne that evening! My heart was beating wildly at these words and when Cheryl said she was planning to make shrimp scampi, my favorite, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven!

How could I have been so wrong about Cheryl? She was the sweetest, most wonderful wife ever! And as I escorted her out to her car, carrying the bag containing her cheerleader costume and placing it on the passenger seat, I couldn't help but gush, "Have a great time today and I'll see you later. I love you."

Once Cheryl drove off, I set about scrubbing, and then rescrubbing, the kitchen and baths. I was determined to make the house spotless for my wife's return. And when I cleaned our master bathroom and discovered Cheryl's enema kit had been used that morning, the revelation that my wife planned on giving Dan her ass did little to dim my excitement.

Once I'd cleaned the kitchen and baths, I vacuumed every inch of the house, all the while wondering how I could ever have doubted my wife's love. It's truly amazing, but my wife's commitment to celebrating the New Year with me, enjoying a sumptuous dinner together, allowed me to forgive her any transgressions. Never mind that my wife, at that very moment, was likely sprawled out on Dan's bed, her flippy little skirt bunched around her waist and her red heels pointed towards the ceiling, Cheryl was my queen and I loved her with every fiber of my being.

At a little after five-o-clock I began preparing the salad and then turned my attention to setting the table in the dining room. Candles, our best placemats, and silverware, I wanted this to be truly a romantic occasion. And when, at around a quarter to six, I heard the garage door opening and Cheryl's car in the garage, I almost wept with joy.

My wife entered the house with a broad smile on her face. After having spent the better part of the day with another man, Cheryl looked surprisingly refreshed. But when I made to drop to my knees and worship her freshly fucked pussy, Cheryl said she'd already showered, telling that maybe next time she'd have a juicy pussy for me to lick clean.

I'd assumed that Cheryl might want to start preparing dinner, or at least enjoy a pre-dinner cocktail, but she had other ideas as she suggested we first retire to the bedroom where she instructed me to strip down before handing me my chastity key. "Honey, which would you rather I tell you about, last night or today?" questioned Cheryl as she took a seat on the bed, twirling her high heel pump suggestively as I looked on.

I guess it was because I was superficially involved, but I immediately exclaimed, "Last night!" A naughty smile crossed my wife's lips as she began to describe how Dan had been all over her from the moment he'd arrived at the party. After having gone an entire two weeks without getting together with my sexy wife, Dan was at the bursting point and he made that abundantly clear as she and he danced together.

Several times, Dan tried to coerce Cheryl to head upstairs with him, but each time my wife would look over at me, locked in conversation with Johnny, and refuse Dan's invitation. Eventually, my wife's self-control started to wane and when she and Dan began to slow dance, she could feel his erection pressing against her, causing her pussy to moisten in response. Cheryl admitted that she forgot all about me in the heat of the moment and when Dan whispered, "Let's go upstairs," this time she willingly allowed him to lead her upstairs to the guest bathroom.

Once in the bathroom and with the door securely locked, Dan and Cheryl began kissing passionately, their hands all over each other. My wife said she was positively soaking by this time and she allowed Dan to hike her dress up around her waist and hoist her up on the counter. Once in this position, Dan ripped my wife's panties off, this forceful, masculine act causing her to shiver in anticipation. Then with no foreplay whatsoever, Dan moved between Cheryl's legs and inserted his cock into her inviting slit. And with one thrust he buried himself to the hilt in my wife's pussy.

Cheryl said she felt so wanton, so incredibly slutty, as Dan began to pump in and out of her. My wife could hear the voices from the party, and it turned her on to think of everyone down in the living room celebrating the New Year as she was getting fucked. Cheryl said she was on verge of climaxing almost from the outset and when she heard everyone counting down the seconds to midnight, she imagined they were counting down for her. "Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Happy New Year!", rang out from the living room and at almost exactly midnight, Cheryl shuddered in orgasm, her passionate shrieks drowned out by the raucous sounds from downstairs and the sounds of horns and fireworks outside.

As my wife told me her story, I was feverishly stroking my dick. Recalling how I was downstairs with the other guests, listening to the New Year's countdown at the exact moment Dan was fucking my wife was indescribably erotic. I wondered if Jim and Sandra know what was happening right then? I had no doubt Jim received an earful as he and Dan sipped their whiskey on the deck, but who else was aware that Dan was fucking my wife as they rang in the New Year? Strangely, I wasn't stressed about it even if the whole party knew. And in a way only a cuckold could grasp, I kind of wanted them to know. I was proud of my wife and how she could throw caution to the wind and act on her most basic desires.

Cheryl continued telling me how Dan kept up his steady thrusts into her soaking pussy. When she'd recovered from her climax, Dan had growled into Cheryl's ear, "Happy New Year Babe," before they both locked lips in a passionate kiss. Hearing this I had to temporarily remove my hand from my dick or else I would have come.

The entire time, my wife was watching me with a sexy smile on her face. After having spent the day with Dan and undoubtedly having climaxed numerous times, Cheryl was happy to get me off verbally and she hadn't even bothered to undress. But although my wife remained fully clothed, I did have the alluring vision of her sexy bare legs and high heel pumps to spur me on as I continued to masturbate to my wife's tale. In fact, I eventually dropped to my knees before my wife, this submissive position emphasizing my unwavering devotion to Cheryl and my complete acceptance of her adulterous behavior.

It seems that after a bit, Cheryl began to find the hard tile of the bathroom countertop increasingly uncomfortable. And so, after enduring several minutes more of Dan's enthusiastic pounding, my wife motioned for him to pull his cock from her pussy and she then turned around and bent over, placing her forearms on the countertop and seductively wiggling her bottom, inviting Dan to take her from behind.

With her high heel shoes adding inches to my wife's legs, Dan was able to perfectly position his cock at the entrance to Cheryl's pussy and he wasted no time burying his rod in my wife, thrusting in and out furiously. Dan continued to pound my wife for several minutes, his hands groping her tits through her dress and he only momentarily stopped when someone knocked on the bathroom door. "We're busy in here," barked Dan before he resumed his frenzied motions, causing my wife to whimper unintelligibly, her lusty moans and groans clearly audible to whomever was waiting for the bathroom.

It was only when another person knocked on the door, this time more forcefully, that Cheryl and Dan realized they needed to finish up. Dan then pulled his cock from my wife's pussy and told her he wanted to finish in her mouth. Cheryl didn't bat an eye at this request as she obediently crouched down and took Dan's rigid member into her mouth, savoring her pussy juices clinging to his shaft.

My wife immediately began bobbing her head up and down Dan's cock, taking as much of his thick shaft as she could between her pink lips. Cheryl said that having gone two weeks without sex, Dan was more aggressive than usual, and he reached down to grab a handful of my wife's hair, face-fucking her forcefully, almost gagging her as he thrust his cock into my wife's throat.

When my wife had first started telling me the explicit details of her sexual encounters with other men, I'd been appalled at how certain guys treated my sweet wife. Whether it was spanking her ass while they fucked, or calling her a dirty little slut, I cringed when I heard Cheryl recall these things. But every time I voiced my concerns, my wife would explain that she enjoyed, and often craved, this sort of raw, sexual behavior and that some guys just had the knack for getting her to lower her inhibitions and to embrace her inner slut.

And so, as my wife described how Dan forcefully drove his cock into my wife's mouth, I knew his actions were not unwelcome. But the number of guests needing to use the bathroom was growing and suddenly there was another knock on the door, this time followed by a man's voice shouting, "You two need to take that somewhere else!"

Cheryl said she never even considered pulling Dan's cock from her mouth. Instead she continued to bob up and down on his shaft as Dan shouted back, "There's a bathroom downstairs! We're busy in here!"

There was an unspoken threat in Dan's tone and the guy in the hall backed down immediately, quickly heading back downstairs to wait in the long line for the bathroom. But Dan's commanding voice and somewhat threatening tone only stoked my wife's passions. Dan's self-confidence and masculine authority was like an aphrodisiac to Cheryl and it made her feel incredibly safe and secure in his presence. Dan was the alpha-male and she was his woman and instinctually my wife wanted to do whatever necessary to please her man.

To reward Dan for verbally subduing the guy in the hall who'd interrupted them, Cheryl momentarily removed Dan's cock from her mouth and began showering it with kisses, before again taking his thick shaft back into her mouth. Cheryl was so caught up in worshipping Dan's cock that when she reached down and ran her finger over her clit, she orgasmed a second time, this time her squeals of pleasure muffled by the thick cock embedded in her mouth.

After recovering from her second climax, Cheryl said that she sensed that Dan was close to coming. My wife then took her right hand and wrapped it around the base of Dan's shaft and began to pump while swirling her tongue around his cockhead. Cheryl's skillful manipulation of Dan's manhood did the trick and within seconds he began to unleash a massive load of come into my wife's welcoming mouth.

Throughout this lurid tale, I'd almost climaxed several times but when Cheryl described how she'd kept her mouth glued to Dan's cock, careful not to spill a drop of his semen, I lost it. My penis began sputtering and spurting as I frantically attempted to keep from soiling the carpet with my load. And when I finally was able to look up from my crotch, confident that I'd successfully captured every drop of my sperm, I saw Cheryl looking down at me with unabashed amusement, unable to suppress a giggle as she marveled at how incredibly excited I get when hearing about her trysts.

"I guess you liked my little story, didn't you Honey? You love it when I'm naughty." giggled my wife.

And when I assured her that I had indeed loved hearing about her sexy encounter, Cheryl reminded me that I still hadn't heard about what she and Dan did earlier that day, giggling, "I think you'll like hearing about that too." My wife then suggested I get cleaned up while she headed down to start dinner.

By the time I 'd washed up, opting to take a quick shower after my frenzied masturbation session, I headed down to the kitchen to join Cheryl. My wife had already opened the Champagne and she poured out two glasses and we toasted the New Year. That night, from our wonderful dinner to our deep, emotional conversations, was a special night for both Cheryl and me. With each of us having had our sexual needs met, Cheryl having spent the better part of the last twenty-four hours impaled on Dan's cock, and me having just enjoyed a fabulous masturbation session, I think we were truly able to connect on an emotional level. And that night as we prepared for bed, I reiterated my undying love for Cheryl as she did for me as well.