Ripples in a Cuckolds Pond

"I know." My eyes met David's across the table. "You didn't need to take us to dinner for something so simple."

He held my glance for a moment longer, before he nodded almost imperceptibly. He picked up on the question I didn't ask.

"I had another reason for asking you to dinner." He paused to take a sip of his beer. "It's personal."

Normally when people hear those two words, they'll will hesitate slightly, their expressions will become careful, and they'll wait patiently for the hammer to drop.

That's how I reacted.

Nicole? She reacted differently. An excited smile grew on her face, she leaned closer to him, and her hand fell to his arm again.

"What is it?"

He smiled at her. "It's you."

"Me?"

"Let me explain."

"This should be interesting," I observed dryly, and earned a warning glance from Nikki.

"Do you know how I first met your wife, Nick?"

"I think so, but why don't you start there, so we all have a common beginning."

"Good idea," he said. "I met Nicole at a club one night. Collin had some event going on, and he invited me to attend. You see, I thought Nicole and Collin were seeing one another."

Nicole gulped her wine, and a slight blush colored her cheeks. "We were."

"Yes, but I mistakenly assumed you were single."

"Ahhh," she said, and then glanced at me.

My stomach flipped over several times, and I seriously thought my heart had stopped beating. When it finally did start again, it acted like it was trying to set a world record for the most beats per minute.

"When you and Collin ended your relationship, I was surprised to learn that you had been married to Nick the entire time." His voice was low, but friendly. "Collin is a close friend of mine, but you should know that he didn't divulge any information about your relationship. He simply told me to speak to both of you...privately."

I'd taken another sip of whiskey while he was talking, and the pleasant burn helped me form words in the English language.

"What questions do you have?"

He met my gaze squarely, which I appreciated, and brought his hands together. "I won't beat around the bush. I'm attracted to your wife."

Their eyes met, and she smiled invitingly at him. The feeling was obviously mutual. I'm not sure how he managed it, but he tore his eyes away from her after a few seconds.

"I'd like to see her.....romantically," he clarified. "With your permission, of course."

"I see."

His simple admission caught me off guard. He's an attorney, so I figured he'd beat around the bush, take his time building a case, and I expected to use that time to ready a response. His direct approach threw my plan right out the window.

"Nick," my wife's voice broke into my thoughts. "Mind if I jump in here?"

"By all means."

She smiled again at him. "I'd like to see you as well. The dance, and the kiss we shared that night at the club has been very special to me."

"Me too."

They shared a moment, both smiling at each other, and even from across the table, I could feel the heat of their attraction. She managed to break the connection finally, and took a deep breath.

"Nick and I did have an unusual relationship with Collin."

"A cuckold relationship?" he asked before she could continue. "Collin mentioned it, and I did a little research."

My wife looked at me, a question on her face. I nodded in reply, and motioned for her to continue.

"Yes," she confirmed. "The three of us, Collin, Nick and I entered into that kind of relationship. It wasn't easy at first, and we all learned as we went along, but it was rewarding for all of us."

David sat back in his chair. He looked first at Nicole, and then at me. "It was rewarding for you?"

"Yes." I took a longer sip of my whiskey, and motioned at the waiter. Either someone was helping me drink, or I was sucking the whiskey down. I made a mental note to slow down on the next one. At any rate, the waiter caught my meaning, and disappeared. My glass of whiskey made it to the table, and I took a deep, quiet breath.

"It was rewarding for me as well. Collin is a good man, and he's a close friend now." I motioned at Nicole. "She's right, it wasn't easy at first. As time went on however, it became fun for all of us."

Nicole smiled, practically beamed at me, and nodded in agreement. David leaned forward again. "It's nice to meet a couple, who is so secure in their marriage, they can handle that type of relationship."

"Thanks. I'm glad you mentioned having a secure marriage," I added. "Collin was unusually good at maintaining the balance between his relationship with Nicole, and our marriage."

David's expression changed slightly, as I hit the words 'our marriage'. It was subtle, but I was drawing the first boundary.

"One thing, the most important thing actually, is that our marriage comes first. Collin understood that, and supported it."

Nicole nodded. "That's right."

The message was clear, and David was a sharp guy. We didn't need to belabor the point for him to understand what we were both saying.

Silence permeated our conversation, and camped out at the table for several moments. The waiter brought my second glass of whiskey, and I received a 'take it slow' look from my wife. I winked at her.

"I hesitate to ask this next question," his said. "Because I don't want to assume anything, but would you two consider starting the same relationship with me?"

Nicole and I shared a glance. We'd been married long enough to know what the other person was thinking, most of the time. There was also an electricity between us, created by the prospect of diving into another cuckold relationship. We both felt it, both wanted it, and when the glance ended, we both knew what path we would take forward.

A naughty smile crossed her face. David sat very still, clearly unsure how to respond. She pushed away from the table, stood up slowly, almost seductively, and stepped over to him. She motioned for him to scoot back from the table. When he did, she lowered herself sideways into his lap, and kissed him.

It started soft, almost tentative. Her arms lifted until they rested on his shoulders, and his encircled her waste. The kiss grew in intensity. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the waiter step out of the room.

Thank goodness we're alone in here.

A soft moan echoed in the air. Nicole's body undulated against David's, and his grip on her waist tightened. Pheromone's and raw lust filled the air, until they were almost a physical presence in the room. My cock left the sidelines, and enthusiastically supported David and Nicole's activities. The long dormant, but still familiar, sensation of cuckold angst and excitement filled my body.

I missed this....badly. The emotional brew was stronger than whiskey.

Until now, I hadn't realized how much it had meant to me. Watching my wife happily kiss another man, fulfilled me in a way that defies easy words, and simple explanations.

Sexually? Sure it was great.

Emotionally? Hell, yes, it was exciting.

It was more than just sex, and raw emotions. For a cuckold husband, it was happiness on tap. Purely distilled, perfectly aged, and well over one hundred proof, it was the perfect emotional whiskey. I sucked it down. Slurping it greedily from my visual cup, and letting it run down my chin.

Heavy, sweet, and perfect.

Their kiss finally ended, but my wife didn't move. I could hear them whispering, but couldn't make out the words. I was an observer now, an outsider, and left with only the ability to watch. I loved it.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Nicole stood. She walked around his chair, letting her hand trail along his shoulders, and found her seat again. He cleared his throat, and moved his chair back towards the table. Nicole finished her glass of wine in one gulp, and a Cheshire cat grin grew slowly on her face.

"The answer to your question." I smiled at both of them. "Will we consider starting a cuckold relationship with you.....is a resounding yes."

Occasionally, I have my moments, and that was one of them. We all laughed, and David raised his glass in a little salute. Nicole winked at me, and mouthed, 'I love you'.

It was as good a beginning as any.



***



That was a month ago, give or take a few days. I'll fill you in on the first month of their new relationship another time. It was....interesting. I need a few drinks in me though, before I tell that story to you.

In the meantime, I'm back at the resort. In the bar of course, nursing my glass of peaty whiskey, and wondering for the thousandth time why I came. It wasn't my usual scene, and I was here alone. A small part of me worried that I be perceived as that creepy, single guy who hangs around by himself all night. You know the one I'm talking about. He feeds crickets to spiders, so he can watch them get eaten. Despite being over 40, he stares way too hard at coeds, plays tons of video games, and has a screen name like 'playboy69'.

Don't roll your eyes. You've thought the same thing before, and I was right to worry.

The whiskey slid down my throat easily now, and I sipped it slowly, as I let the memory of getting talked into this night run through my head. Nicole and Cynthia teamed up to sell me on this event. They said it was a chance to network for future business opportunities.

I could still hear Cynthia's voice. "Think of all the contacts you could make, Nick"

Yeah, right!

Nicole whispered softly in my ear. "You'll get to watch me and David. It'll be the icing on the cake, honey."

Truthfully, she had it backwards. Watching her was the cake, any business opportunities that arose would be the icing. Once her new boyfriend arranged for me to sit at a front table, with an unobstructed view of them...it sealed the deal.

I'd be close. Maybe close enough to hear them, but certainly able to watch them. I couldn't resist, didn't want to resist. Hell, once I thought about it, I couldn't wait to get here.

So that was the answer to why I'm here. Standing alone at the bar, and worrying about being creepy. I knew why I came. I accepted it, and looked forward to it. The awkwardness of being alone at this function would fade, as my cuckold angst grew, and was filled with visions of David and Nicole. Holding hands, whispering to each other, and sharing private smiles. Just imagining those scenes was enough to make me a little light headed.

"What would you like?"

The voice right next to me, interrupted my thoughts, and I crash landed back in the bar. Another tiny sip of my whiskey, and I felt more in control of myself.

"White wine, please."

That voice. That beautiful voice. I knew it like I knew my kid's faces.

Nicole.

Slowly, without drawing attention to myself, or making a scene, I turned to face that beautiful voice. The sight of my wife, made the voice seem ugly in comparison.

Standing only a few feet away, she was intoxicating. Her hand was inside David's arm, and she'd pressed herself against him. She was looking up at him, and smiling happily. He was whispering something to her, and her smile grew bigger as she listened.

Holy shit. She is gorgeous. Beyond gorgeous. Nations have gone to war over women who were half as beautiful as Nicole.

Stronger than whiskey, but not nearly as incapacitating, I drank in her beauty like a man starved of water. Just like the men at the bar earlier, I couldn't get enough of staring at her. She hadn't seen me yet, so I had a few moments to enjoy the sight of her.

Her dress was an original David Meister, and she'd spoken to the designer himself, when she had it made. It wasn't in his normal catalog, or available for purchase anywhere else. It was an original, and the cost...well looking at her tonight, it was worth it.

A one-shoulder design, it was shimmering black, with gold highlights, and lace, oh my god, was there lace on her dress. The fabric fell to her mid-thigh, and showed of her legs. It was beautiful, and sexy, without coming close to slutty. That was difficult for most women to pull off, but Nicole managed it perfectly.

Cynthia had helped her pick out her jewelry, and it was glitzy, but tasteful. Her shoes completed, and enhanced the entire package. Obviously, they gave her height, but the Manolo Blahnik pumps set off her legs unlike anything I'd seen before. I'm not a shoe guy, but holy cow, they really made her legs look amazing.

She belonged on the cover of Vogue or Cosmopolitan. Classy, sexy, beautiful, and overall...just breathtaking. Her hair was held up in an intricate bun, which highlighted her perfect face, and set off the jewelry she wore.

Wow! Just wow!

It was the sum total of my response. My mouth had grown dry, just watching her. Fortunately, she hadn't seen me, so I'd avoided embarrassing myself so far. Besides, I wasn't the only one staring. The guys in the bar were casting as many looks as they could without pissing off their dates. It was the women however, who looked the longest and hardest at her.

It was mildly humorous. They were obviously trying to find something bad to say, but couldn't, which only made things worse. A few ladies, nodded in approval, but most narrowed their eyes, and turned pointedly back to their dates. David and Nicole received their drinks, and walked over to the other side of the bar. Fortunately for me, they were still within my line of sight.

As the guest of honor, David was approached regularly by well-wishers. It's one thing to be good on an individual basis, it's another thing entirely, to be good with groups. He was good with both, I mean really good. Like a skilled politician, he had the gift of being able to relate to people instantly.

I'd seen similar situations where the guy handled the crowd, and virtually ignored his wife or date. He didn't do that at all, just the opposite. It seemed he went out of his way to introduce Nicole to each person, and she spoke almost as much as him. She was composed, poised, and she looked damn good on his arm.

They're a good couple. A power couple.

Like gasoline thrown on a fire, my cuckold angst flared even brighter as that thought filled my head. It was an exquisite pain, watching and enjoying, Nicole and David. Hurt, jealousy, lust, and desire all came together again inside me.

I hated it. I loved it. I needed it and yearned for more.

Their bodies never really separated. Either their hands came together, or she held his arm, and occasionally, he put his arm around her. They were always touching. When their eyes did meet, a special heat flowed between them.

It was intense.

As they both worked the crowd, the glances they shared were even hotter. Every once in a while, their eyes would meet, and smiles of anticipation would grow on their faces. She would run her hand over his back, each time those looks ended, and my emotions lurched violently in time with her touch.

"Want another?"

The bartender's voice pointed out that my glass was empty.

"One more."

He gave me a small smile, and put the drink in front of me. I paid, and tipped him, before checking my watch. The cocktail hour was ending, and it was time for the event.

Here goes nothing. I wonder if anyone will notice if I sneak out.

As I walked into the ballroom, I noticed several uniformed individuals helping people find seats. One of them approached me.

"Can I help you find your seat, sir?"

"Sure." I gave him my name.

"Ahh, you're at one of the front tables. Please follow me."

"Once more unto the breach, dear friends," I muttered to myself.

Yes, it was a little dramatic, but for some reason I felt like I was approaching enemy territory. The guy leading me to my table, apparently wasn't a Shakespeare fan, because he didn't even bother smiling.

I chalked it up to the millennial generation knowledge gap. They're lost without their gadgets, have poor interpersonal skills, and no regard for the classics. It's not personal...it just is.

"Here you are, sir."

He started to grab my chair, but I held out my hand. "I've got it. Thank you."

There were a few other people at the same table, and I nodded and smiled at them. We introduced ourselves. I took a seat, with a silent sigh. It was that awkward time. Y'know...the time where you're seated, but everyone else is taking their sweet time. You don't know the people at your table, so it's just awkward until the event starts.

"Here's your seat, ma'am."

My eyes were fixed elsewhere, and I didn't bother to look over to see who was sitting down. I was surveying the other side of the room, trying to get see Nicole. I'd meet whoever it was shortly.

"Come here often, handsome?" A voice whispered so close to my ear that I almost jumped.

My head came around, and my mouth dropped completely open. A captivating, gorgeous blonde sat next to me, smiling mischievously. She didn't laugh out loud, but her ocean blue eyes were twinkling with humor.

"Cassidy." I gathered my wits. "What are you-?"

"Cynthia," she cut me off. "She told me you needed a date, and I wanted to see the resort."

"Um, wow....great."

Her expression dropped just a tad. "You're not upset are you?"

"No," I said firmly. "Not at all. Actually, I'm happy you're here."

"Good."

It wasn't lying. I was happy to see her, but I was going to skin Cynthia alive the next time I saw her. Cassidy is a relatively new addition to the firm. I hired her, she's my employee, and now she's my date.

Yeah, I know. Is that Sexual Harassment I smell? Probably having a big helping for dessert! Yep. Cynthia was going to pay big time.

My date was also completely unaware of the relationship Nicole and I had with David. Our firm was a close family, but mostly among the partners, not the employees. I had a strictly professional relationship with my employees....until tonight.

"Waiter." I motioned to the nearest uniformed person. "I'm done with this, will you take it?"

My glass of whiskey disappeared. The last thing I needed was more whiskey clouding my judgment. You might be thinking that I'm overdoing it. Companies have parties all the time. Believe me, I'm not overdoing it.

Cassidy and I have a little history.

We first met at a club. I'd gone to watch Nicole and Collin. It was the same night that Nicole and David met for the first time. Cassidy was a bartender at the time, and she hit on me. I'm not kidding.

Obviously nothing happened, and I didn't stay long, so I thought nothing of it. Collin threw a party at his house a little while later, and guess who the caterer brought as a bartender?

Yep. Cassidy.

We talked more that night, and I found out that she had a background in Insurance, so we had something in common. She also made it plain that she was interested in getting together.

Again, nothing happened.

Fast forward several months. Collin and I have started our company, its growing fast, and I'm interviewing people for a new position. You'll never guess who showed up for an interview...bingo! Cassidy.

Here's the kicker. I hired her.

Not for the reasons you're thinking. I hired her because she was imminently qualified for the position. She had a stellar resume, and a ton of previous experience. Her father had owned an insurance company, and she spent her teenage years working for her dad. During college, she continued to work for him, and even sold new policies. In short, she was perfect for the position, so I hired her, and she has worked her ass off ever since.

Seriously. She's in early, stays late, and does a fantastic job. Our clients love her, and she wants to move into direct sales. She was a good hire. I'd do it again. It's possible that a full partnership may be in her future.

Our relationship? Strictly professional. Once in a while she'll make a small comment, and she has invited me to several happy hours, but otherwise it's been fine. She's met Nicole, and our girls, and everything's been great. Although, truthfully Nicole is on the fence with Cassidy.