A Cuckold's Diary Ch. 17

Picture the scene: Sally's lover relaxing in a chair, pleased and satisfied after spending the day in bed with her. Me, sitting naked on the floor in front of him, masturbating and groaning every time he described a new intimacy which we both knew was something I will never feel again. I kept thinking he would get up to leave soon, as it must be making him uncomfortable, but as he told me later, he was not uncomfortable at all. He was happy to tell me what I was missing -- not only what they did together, but how my wife WANTED all of it.

From time to time, when he told me different things they had done, I would tell him how Sally had made it clear that she didn't want to do that with me. "I know," he said several times, "She told me that." Looking back on that scene now I don't understand how Ted kept from laughing at me. But as I said, he is a gentleman.

He asked me if I knew of any other cuckolds that have a relationship like ours. "Like Sally's and mine?" I asked. "No, like the three of us. I think we have each brought something special to this relationship, and I haven't seen anything written by others that seems to be the same."

"What in particular?" I asked, still jerking off in front of him like a madman.

"Where the wife is monogamous with her lover, the husband makes all the arrangements for the lovers to meet, and where the lover is comfortable with... ummmm... THIS," he responded, gesturing toward me.

"I know a few couples where the wife won't have sex with her husband anymore, but I don't think there are many where everyone is friends right up to the bedroom door. Either the cuckold is MORE involved, or LESS; we seem to fit right in between the extremes."

"That's what I meant. I think it works for all of us," he said.

"I looked up at him and he was smiling. It was a good thing I hadn't cum earlier, because only my incredible horniness allowed me to keep from crawling away in shame. As it was, I WAS ashamed... but horny enough to keep my place and keep masturbating.

"I was thinking," Ted added. "You and I both know she doesn't cum from fucking. But she SO loves having me inside her. I can see it in her face; she looks like an angel when my cock is in her."

"Uh huh," I grunted. There wasn't much more I could say between my nearly-cumming spasms and besides, what the hell WOULD I say to that?

"Just now, after you left, I said to her, 'I really need to get off with you.' She didn't say a word; she just rolled onto her back and spread her legs. When I got on top of her she guided my cock in and fucked me so hard that I came almost immediately. When I came she smiled at me with such a sense of accomplishment -- I loved it!"

He paused, then added, "She doesn't feel that way about you."

I spent the next five minutes right at the edge of orgasm. Ted didn't say anything, or make a move to leave. He just sat there and smiled while I got off on the pain of what he had just said and what they had just done.

When I could talk again, we discussed the plans for their next date in two weeks. Ted thanked me for lunch, and thanked me for bringing Sally to him. He said he had to go, but wanted to give her a goodbye kiss first. I did not move from the floor as he went back to the bedroom, kissed my wife softly and headed out the door.

I stayed on the living room floor until Sally called me into the bedroom. She smiled at me from THEIR bed, said she had a great time and asked how I was doing.

"I'm fine. Today blew my mind. YOU blew my mind," I answered.

"I know," she said sweetly.

"You hurt me. And you invited me in to watch you hurting me."

"I know," she repeated.

"I didn't know you could do that," I confessed.

"I enjoyed it. All of it," she purred. "Do you still want to take me home with you?"

I was filled with such love for this woman that I couldn't even imagine the proper way to tell her how I felt. "More than ever" was all I could say.

We had a quiet drive home, talking about her date, making work phone calls and enjoying the afterglow together. At night, after spending time with the first of our kids to get home from college for the Thanksgiving break, we got into bed. I still had not cum, but now was definitely the time for it.

I reached over to kiss her and she kissed me back: lips closed, soft but with no doubt that this was NOT the kiss that she had given me a week ago. I respected that, and quietly asked her if I could see her tits for a minute, just to remind myself of the day.

"No," she said gently but firmly. "Go downstairs and have sex with yourself. Think about Ted's sperm swimming around in me, and how it got there."

It has been almost a week since their date. I can't look at her without thinking about how she wanted me to see her hurting me. I keep saying "thank you" to her, and sending emails to Ted with the same message. They may be tired of hearing it, but since they have not stopped their affair I will just have to keep saying it.

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