The Dutchess and Me

I was truly fascinated by this woman. She was deeply in love with her boyfriend and respected and admired him. She told me the power she felt while discussing things at dinner was liberating and amazing. It was as if she was outside of herself looking in. she spoke with such conviction about their relationship. How they both loved each other and believed in being one hundred percent honest with each other. So, she said, when he began to tell her about his excitement with cuckolding, she became intrigued and more than a bit curious. She told me that without giving away secrets, her boyfriend was phenomenal in bed and they had a great sex life. However, she related how it excited her immensely at the thought of having two men attend to her needs while controlling the action. She also told me that while she didn't think of herself as a dominant personality, she did like the idea of controlling things in the bedroom.

My head was spinning! Between dinner, the wine, the walk on the deck, seeing her with no bra, and this most recent revelation I felt like I had stepped into someone's fantasy and perhaps I had. I told her I considered myself neither dominant nor submissive, just a regular guy. I knew of dominant and submissive couples and the dynamic that went with them, but this relationship didn't seem to fit those guidelines or boundaries. I had to be up front and ask her if she was somehow considering me or setting me up to be the third person, to which she smiled a huge grin and said, "You never know!"

I ordered another round of drinks, told her that told I had heard of cuckolding and that the concept intrigued him. I told her that I could see that she and her boyfriend truly loved and respected each other and that if I were to ever be involved in a situation like that it would need to be a triangle of respect. That all parties involved needed to respect each other and treat each other with dignity. I had read so many stories where wives and girlfriends and their lovers were mean and especially cruel to the husbands or boyfriends involved, that being cruel to someone didn't turn me on at all. Her boyfriend finally returned to the table with the photo album and took a seat. She explained to him what we had been chatting about in his absence and asked him to explain to me his views on the subject.

CHAPTER 4

When I returned to the table, my girlfriend and Bruce greeted me with smiles and my girlfriend had a cat that ate the canary look on her face.

"Honey, I was just telling Bruce about our unique relationship. He's familiar with the term cuckolding but I thought it would be nice if he heard your explanation and your views." There it was, out of the bag, out in the open, the eight hundred pound gorilla was now in the room! I took a sip of my soda, took a deep breath and began.

"I'm just a regular guy. I was married for twenty two years had what most would consider a vanilla sex life. During that time, I was always fascinated with cuckolding. My wife at the time, when I tried to explain it to her took it to mean that I wanted an 'open' marriage where there's swinging and each partner had lovers. As much as I tried to explain that's NOT what cuckolding was she never quite got it." As I went on, I could feel the lump in my throat easing and my nervousness subside.

"I won't bore you with the details of my marriage, plus I think my girlfriend told you what happened. Well when the two of us met, I wanted her to know that this lifestyle was something I was into. I took it slow, introduced her to reading material and people that were into it. Like so many unique lifestyles there's variations and degrees. Many people like to live a 24/7 lifestyle, and the degrees of cuckolding can go from a male like me who would like to be with his wife and another man, to men who want to be totally humiliated and sissified. I'm the former, not the latter. You see, I believe that being a cuckold takes a strong, rather than a weak man, a man who knows what he wants and is not afraid to express those feelings to his other half." Things seemed to be going good up to this point.

"I also believe that for me anyway, cuckolding is the ultimate act of love for my girlfriend. It's a way of saying that I love her so much I want her to experience the most happiness she can. Now I know some people would think it's a weird lifestyle, but I'm not looking for someone to come in and fall in love with my girlfriend and take her away, I mean, hey been there, done that, got the t-shirt." All three of us enjoyed a laugh at that one, but the truth was I had been down that road once and didn't want to revisit it.

"I mean if my girlfriend can have sex with a great guy while I'm there and all three of us respect each other and enjoy the experience, then what's the harm?" I was kind of on a roll now and figured there was no sense in stopping in the middle. "We love each other very much and that's the cornerstone of everything. You see I discovered that if we can love each other that much that we can be totally one hundred percent honest with each other about the most intimate details of our lives, with no judgments then that is what it's all about. We both love sex and all that goes with it. We've both dropped all our inhibitions and are comfortable with who we are and what we like to see one another do." I exhaled a deep breath and smiled. "I guess that's about it."

My girlfriend smiled, stood up, took me by the hand looked at Bruce. "We're going to retire for the night, I'm sure we'll be seeing you around." And with that, she led me from the cigar bar by the hand and we walked hand in hand back to our suite. Once there, we had the most fabulous sex. My girlfriend pushed me on the bed and began to make out with me like we were high school kids. I couldn't get her clothes off fast enough and before I knew it, she was naked and I was between her thighs licking her and tasting how incredibly wet she was. As I licked her, she played with her nipples and talked about how incredible that night had been. From dinner, to the bar, she said how she felt a sense of power that she had never felt in her life. She mentioned Bruce and how she thought he would be a great person to involve in this cuckolding scene we had talked about for so long. Since my mouth was busy, I could only moan my approval. The more I licked to more verbose she became. Pulling me into her, she moaned loudly and announced that she was cumming. Her hips bucked and I could feel her orgasm come from deep inside.

After the pleasure subsided, I watched her lay there and drift off to sleep with a warm ocean breeze blowing over her and a big smile on her face.

CHAPTER 5

The next day we awoke and just smiled at each other. I think we knew that we had crossed some kind of imaginary line in our relationship. We didn't see Bruce at all that day on the ship and went about our business and enjoyed ourselves. That night as we dressed for dinner, I could tell my girlfriend was putting a little extra effort into her appearance. Her makeup was a little heavier; the dress she wore accentuated her cleavage and had a slit up the side exposing her gorgeous thigh.

At dinner that night, Bruce wore a suit and it appeared he put some extra effort into his appearance too. The elderly couple didn't make dinner that night so it was just the three of us. The waiter brought a bottle of wine and I watched as they toasted each other. Bruce said he had enjoyed our conversation last night and it had given him a lot to think about after we left him and he also wondered how the two of us had made out last night after we left him.

My girlfriend with a huge smile on her face just said, "We made out just fine!" Then she glanced at me and raised her glass in a toast. I smiled back and raised my water glass in toast to the two of them. The rest of the dinner was spent with the three of engrossed in conversation about the dynamics of cuckolding. It was enlightening and liberating to say the least. For once, I was sitting at a table with two other people who actually understood what cuckolding entailed. Both Bruce and my girlfriend brought their perspectives and feelings to the table, and I was able to bring mine. To actually talk about it instead of reading about it or fantasizing about it was incredible. It was obvious that all of us were becoming incredibly aroused by the conversation.

After dinner the three of strolled through the ship, caught a show and visited the casino. We had a nightcap in the cigar bar and my girlfriend was making no attempt to reveal that she was very horny. Her dress slid up her thigh and she just sat there exposing her thighs for all to see. After a few drinks I could tell they were both feeling good. My girlfriend stood up and took me by the hand, she looked at Bruce and invited to our suite for a drink. Once in our suite the two of them made their way to the balcony while I poured a couple of glasses of wine for them. I brought them their glasses and sat down watching the two of them leaning on the railing chatting.

My girlfriend turned and said, "I need to change this sunburn is killing me and this dress is making me sore." Walking into the suite to change, Bruce and I simply smiled at each other while we watched her walk away from us. We stood there, leaning on the railing talking about my girlfriend's assets when she waked back onto the balcony. She wore a white terry cloth robe, the type they put in your room on the ship with nothing on underneath. In her hand she held a bottle of lotion. "Who wants to put some lotion on my sunburn?" There was an evil grin on her face as she looked at the two of us. Bruce immediately reached out for the lotion and sat on the lounge chair with his legs on either side.

She sat facing me between his legs and pulled her robe down over her shoulders a bit revealing her sunburn. Bruce put some lotion onto his hands and began massaging the lotion onto her shoulders. After a few minutes I could see she was getting aroused by his touch. Her long red hair blowing slightly in the breeze, her head rolling side to side as he kneaded her shoulders gently. I stood transfixed on the sight I had waited so long to see; my girlfriend with another man's hands on her. But it wasn't just that, it was her reaction. Her sheer relaxation, and bliss as his hands glided over her naked shoulders.

Her head rolled back and forth and I could see her whole body relax. Her eyes open slightly and a smile came across her face. She spread her legs, looked up at me and whispered, "Lick me." It was as if I was floating on air, pulled toward her presence. Kneeling in front of her, my head drawn toward the soft folds of flesh between her legs, my tongue began to lick her slowly a first. I could hear her soft moaning above me as Bruce continued to massage her shoulders. My tongue worked at a faster pace as I could feel her growing wetter and taste her arousal. At one point I glanced up to see her robe had fallen away exposing her breasts. Bruce's hands had also moved south as he rubbed the lotion on her breasts and nipples.

The sight made my tongue work fast and deeper. She moaned louder and spread her legs wider as I licked faster and deeper. It was a surreal moment. Bruce was kissing her neck and playing with her tits as I licked getting her wetter and wetter. I could hear her moaning, her throaty voice calling his name. His hands worked her breasts faster, kneading her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I could feel the passion growing between the three of us. Suddenly she stood up, turned towards Bruce and said, "I want you inside me, now!"

I watched as she clawed like an animal at his zipper, working furiously. He half stood and half sat, yanking his coat off and throwing it on the ground. I still knelt at the foot of the lounge chair in disbelief. I watched her back as she sat on him, and moaned loudly. Slowly at first they moved together in a simultaneous rhythm, up and down, their movements like a gracefully choreographed ballet. Her hands wrapped around his neck I watched them kiss, tongues intertwining. She rode him furiously as I watched her naked body move up and down on another man's cock.

Their sexual union grew to a frenzied state. Her head went back as she rode him faster and faster. I watched his hips buck under her and she bounced up and down on his cock. There was a moment of final hesitation before they both exploded in ecstasy, her coming on his cock and him coming inside her. They held each other as they're bodies rocked in the aftershock of their orgasm. Slowly the released from each others embrace, my girlfriend swinging her legs around putting her back into her original position facing me. She took a deep breath and said, "Wow." Then she opened her legs, smiled at me. "Lick me honey."

CHAPTER 6

I licked furiously at her lips, tasting the mix of their juices together. Driving my tongue deeper into her I could feel her hips pushing herself into me. I could taste her and sense her growing excitement. Knowing my girlfriend as I do, I could sense an orgasm building. She grabbed me by the ears and pulled my head to her wrapping her legs around my head. I worked my tongue furiously licking and tongue fucking her as never before. Her hips bucked as her orgasm came in waves. She gasped and whimpered above me as Bruce kissed her neck and played with her breasts. As her orgasm subsided, she slowly released her legs and her grasp on my head.

Slowly she got her breath back and smiled down at me. "Now I want you to come for me." It was more of a command than a request. Immediately I had my shorts off and was stroking my cock. Feeling flowed through me that ranged from excitement, jealousy, embarrassment, humiliation, arousal, all mixed into to one. I was excited at what I had just witnessed, was jealous that he had come in her and I hadn't, embarrassed by the fact that I was kneeling there jerking off while they sat proudly above me, humiliated by the whole scene, aroused because I was the only one who hadn't come yet!

I stroked my cock faster and faster while the two of them looked down on my still recovering from their bliss. My orgasm was imminent and I could feel myself getting ready to explode. Without being prompted, Duchess stuck her foot out and I shot my load all over her feet and toes. It was an incredible erotic explosion. It was as if the last two days had been some surreal dream that had just come to fruition. With the rest of my load spent, I knelt there in bliss as Duchess extended her leg with the foot I'd just come on. There was no need for her to utter a single word. I leaned forward and licked her foot and toes clean.

When I was finished, we all looked at each other in amazement. It had finally happened! It was as incredible in reality as it had been in fantasy. After a time the three of us stood and chatted about how incredibly exciting the experience had been. Duchess said she was so satisfied and had totally enjoyed to whole experience. Bruce said the same and all could do was nod in agreement. Bruce gave my girlfriend a good night kiss, shook my hand and told us he was retiring to his room for the night. Duchess and I crawled into bed and had an incredible round of sex. We fell asleep in each others arms with smiles on our faces.

We awoke in the morning still wrapped in each others arms. We had long conversation about the previous night and what had worked for each of us. Duchess told me that there wasn't much that didn't work for her! She loved every bit of it. She told me the only thing that would've worked better is if I had been wearing pantyhose! I told her we could do that tonight if she wished! She beamed with pleasure and said that is exactly what she was hoping I'd say. I knew in that moment that we had made the right decision last night. We lay in bed awhile longer and talked. Really talked about what had happened, both of us exposing our feelings about our experience. Before I knew it, we were both in the throes of passion once again!

CHAPTER 7

That night at dinner the elderly couple returned and the conversations were a bit tame. Or is should say the conversations between the elderly couple and myself. Duchess and Bruce spent the entire dinner killing a bottle of wine and chatting. It wasn't done in a mean way; it was more like two people getting to know each other. While we were getting dressed for dinner, Duchess threw me a pair of pantyhose, smiled, and said, "Don't forget to wear these tonight!"

Duchess wore a beautiful elegant black gown with black satin gloves. The gown has spaghetti straps, and was very low cut with a beaded front cut to v. It came to just above her knees, and she wore black open toed high heels with straps across the top of her feet. She wore an ankle bracelet and a toe ring on her middle toe. She wore no pantyhose or stockings and her bare legs looked great! She wore a gorgeous choker around her neck which she knew turned me on, and long dangling diamond earrings. Obviously, the dress did not allow for her to wear a bra, and down below she wore a sexy sheer black thong.

This outfit was driving me crazy. The black satin gloves along with the cleavage and her gorgeous legs were so erotic I was having trouble containing my erection. I was actual thankful I was wearing the pantyhose as they were at least keeping my erection at bay a little. After dinner the three of us strolled through the ship to one of the shows. We sat at the very back of the darkened theater on high stools with a bar to lean and put your drinks on while we watched the show. As the dancing girls and guys went through their routine, I could see Bruce's hands traveling up between the Duchess's legs. She swayed with the music of the show and her breasts nearly fell out of her gown. Bruce sat sideways facing the Duchess, one hand traveling up her thigh and one hand on her breast. It was incredible, this show going on and everyone's eyes on the stage except mine which were focused on Bruce and the Duchess.

The show they put on was awesome! I was so aroused but I didn't want to interrupt them. I sat there mesmerized as her tits swung back and forth to the music. I could tell how aroused she was too. The show was in full swing when suddenly she turned to me and motioned her head towards the door. The three of us headed for the door, his arm around her neck, his hand lazily draping over her breast almost touching her nipple. We headed straight for our suite. Once inside they once again headed for the balcony, while I made drinks for them. I made my way onto the balcony to the sight of Bruce and Duchess locked in an embrace making out like two teenagers on a date.

Handing them their drinks, Duchess looked at me and then glanced at my pants. "Lose those." I fumbled with my belt for a split second and then my pants were off as I stood there in a shirt and black pantyhose.

"Wow" Bruce said.

"I told you I had him wearing pantyhose during dinner." Duchess smiled at me, holding her glass in a toast. Clinking their glasses, they drank their wine. I must admit I felt a little embarrassed standing there, while my girlfriend and a man who neither of us knew three days ago were making out and I was standing there wearing her pantyhose. At the same time, it was exciting and my arousal was evident. This is what I had dreamt of for the longest time and here we were fantasy turning into reality. Bruce slid the spaghetti straps off Duchess's shoulders exposing her breasts. He leaned forward, taking her breast in his hand, his tongue circling her nipple, then his mouth covered her nipple and he sucked and she moaned.

Duchess looked at me and I needed no further instruction to know what she wanted. Immediately I was on my knees between her legs, sliding her thong down her long sexy legs. She stepped out of them and spread her legs. My tongue darted in and out of her wetness as I licked and sucked at her pussy. She was dripping wet and I slurped and licked her with wild abandon. Her hands clutched and yanked at his belt, unbuttoning his pants and sliding them to the ground. His half erect cock bobbed up and down. This was the first time I had actually seen it as last night I wasn't able to catch a glimpse. I must admit that it was considerably larger than mine both in length and width. Duchess grabbed my head and guided it out from under her gown; effortlessly she pushed my head towards his cock.