A Cuckold's Diary Ch. 26

I don't know how long they fucked like that, but every moment is burned into my memory. Finally they stopped, and Ted gently rolled my wife off him. He reached for her vibrator and as he did he said, "I think your wife wants to cum again, so it's time for you to leave us alone."

I couldn't argue. I wouldn't argue, even if I could. I was so honored to have spent time with them -- with THEM, the two of them together -- that I must have said "thank you" a dozen times as I left the room and closed the door behind me.

It took Sally longer to cum this time, but I knew she was in good hands... literally. I heard him whispering to her, and I knew he was doing everything he could to give her the pleasure she never felt with me. When she came it was harder, longer and even louder than the first time, and I actually did cry a little as I listened and masturbated alone outside the door.

They spent another two hours together, in bed and having lunch and then in bed again. Ted fucked her again and he brought her to another orgasm, but I had no part in those other than to listen. But it didn't matter; they had made time for me. They had invited me into their bedroom and had made it clear that they knew I was there, and that I was being cuckolded.

I still haven't stopped thanking each of them.

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