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I woke suddenly the next morning as bright sunlight found a gap in the bedroom curtains and fell across my face. It was early. I blinked in the semi-darkness, rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. I looked across at my wife Alice who was sleeping peacefully by my side. Her sweet face was turned towards me, her eyes closed, her body relaxed, deep in slumber. Had it all really happened? I looked closely at the lovely woman I had been married to for so many years. It was almost impossible to believe that merely hours ago she had actually begged another man to fuck her, bring her to the kind of orgasm I thought only existed in pornography and finally inseminate her unprotected body, as I, her husband, watched helplessly. There were some clues to the extraordinary events that had occurred; her pretty face still bore traces of smudged make-up; her hair was still tousled and under the duvet she was naked, as was I. And of course the images indelibly printed on my mind were a kind of proof in themselves. I pondered the momentous change in our lives that had taken place. I was a Cuckold. There was no point pretending any longer. A willing, happy Cuckold. Carmen had seen it in me long before I realised it myself but now I understood what I was and what I wanted. And what I wanted was to watch my sweet, lovely wife being fucked to unbelievable orgasms by another man. I played with the word in my mind. Cuck-old… Cuck-old… If you said it enough times it didn’t sound like an insult any more. A small thrill passed through me as I felt name beginning to fit me. Perhaps it always had! The first time it had happened could have almost been laughed off as a drunken mishap on a hot summer’s evening where a little boisterous play between friends had gone a bit too far; awkward to deal with but in the end not marriage-threatening. But after last night there could be no excuses. Spurred on by the she-devil Carmen, I had deliberately engineered circumstances in which my wife could be seduced by her husband Steve in front of me once again, while at the same time Alice had been trying to tempt me into letting them do exactly the same thing. We had both been spectacularly successful. I slipped out from under the duvet leaving Alice fast asleep and pulled on my bathrobe. I quietly picked up her discarded clothes and placed her heels in the closet before closing the bedroom door softly behind me. The lounge curtains were still closed and the room dark when I entered. I drew them open to let the sunlight fill ‘the scene of the crime’. There was a strong aroma of stale sex which I inhaled deeply, feeling a thrill pass through my body as the memories of the previous evening returned even more vividly than before. Alice’s rumpled dress was draped over the armchair. I added it to my pile of washing then looked around for her new bra, finding it under the edge of the sofa. As I picked it up I felt its silky softness on my fingers and imagined how her breasts must have felt encased in so wonderful a prison and what Steve’s fingers must have encountered as they caressed and released them. It took some time to locate her thong but eventually I found it tucked behind one of the sofa cushions. It seemed too tiny and insubstantial to have covered such treasure. I slipped them into the pocket of my bathrobe instead of adding them to the washing. A short while later the washing was in the laundry room, the kettle switched on and I returned to the lounge to seek out more evidence that should be removed before the children returned. Apart two wine glasses there was nothing untoward but as I passed the sofa I noticed a small but distinct stain on one of the cushions. My heart pounded. It was the cushion Alice’s bottom had been on when Steve had brought her to that incredible orgasm before inseminating her – the same cushion on which I had added my own semen to the pool inside her as I enjoyed ‘sloppy seconds’, as Carmen put it. I knelt and tentatively touched the mark. It was still slightly damp. I lowered my head and sniffed it – unmistakeably the smell of my lovely wife’s vulva immediately after her amazing climax. I sat back on my heels and stared, my head filling again with images of the previous night. Eventually I went back into the kitchen and returned with a bowl of hot soapy water and a cloth with which I tried to wash away the evidence of adultery that lay before me. After five minutes the whole cushion was wet but the dark patch still clearly visible. I cursed under my breath as I took the bowl away, hoping that all would be well when it eventually dried. Then a mischievous thought occurred to me. Perhaps a long-lasting souvenir of last night would be a good thing after all, helping bring back memories of that wonderful evening. I chuckled at the wicked thought of our friends – maybe even Alice’s intimidating mother – sitting primly, drinking tea on the same cushion on which her innocent daughter had been thoroughly fucked by her lover and had loved every minute of it. My reverie was broken by the sound of a lavatory flushing upstairs and a few moments later I felt a movement behind me. I turned to see my wife, also in a white bathrobe, standing watching me. I could tell immediately that there was something different about her. She had removed the last traces of smudged make-up from her slightly puffy face and run a brush through her still-tousled blonde hair but seemed somehow taller, stronger, more confident than before. “Darling!” I smiled, turning towards her. “Good morning to you too.” She smiled back at me as she crossed to the breakfast bar. We kissed gently on the lips; her mouth soft and warm. “Are you ok today?” she asked me, her question seeming genuine. “Still happy with… with everything that happened?” I smiled broadly back at her as she looked anxiously for reassurance – something I was happy to provide. “I still can’t quite believe it happened but yes, I’m very happy,” I said, placing a large mug of tea in her hands. “How… how do you feel… now?” “I’m soooo sooore…” She sighed, slightly embarrassed. “My body feels like I’ve been hit by a truck but…” I smiled and nodded encouragingly. “But last night was sooo good. Just amazing… Thank you sooo much, my sweet, sweet Cuckold!” She kissed me on the lips again. I glowed with pleasure at the sound of my new title and the love in her voice as she used it; a title most men would find deeply insulting but to me felt… just right. Taking the mug in both hands, she took a long sip and a serene expression came over her face. “I’m pleased you enjoyed it… Ali,” I said, using the pet name I had heard Steve use. “You looked so very, very beautiful – you always do, but especially so while you were with him… and afterwards… wow!” A thought crossed my mind. “Was the whole seduction thing just an act for my benefit?” I asked. Alice paused before replying. “Not entirely. We really hadn’t done it before – apart from that first time in the car. I’ve never cheated on you behind your back. I suppose deep down I knew – unless you stopped us – that I wouldn’t put up much of a fight, but it wasn’t all a set-up.” The dreamy look came over her face once again. “And my God! That man knows what to do! I couldn’t breathe… I thought I was going to die… I’ve never felt so incredibly, amazingly…” I stared open mouthed at the woman I had thought I knew as she sat down on one of the high stools. She even moved more confidently this morning, more sexily, I thought. “And you played the role of ‘Mister Cuckold’ so well,” she said, her eyes Escort Karşıyaka sparkling despite her tiredness. “That’s what Carmen calls you, isn’t it?” Her voice was warm and good humoured. “I suppose I’d better get used to it, though it sounds a little harsh.” She paused a moment. “I suppose there are a few things we’ll have to get used to now,” she added enigmatically. I waited for her to continue but she just sat looking vaguely in my direction. “Come and sit here,” she said, indicating the stool across the breakfast bar from hers. I brought my own mug and sat opposite her. Close up I could see the tiredness on her face and the pink flush on her chest which her incredible orgasm had left – fading quickly but still visible if you knew what it was. Her lips were a little swollen from too much kissing and, as I looked more closely, I saw two large love bites on her lower neck, mostly concealed by the robe’s collar but up close, very distinctive. I hadn’t noticed them when I had undressed her and put her to bed but now they were very obvious. Another thrill passed through me at the thought that another man had physically marked my sweet wife as his, leaving an obvious sign of her infidelity that would last a good few days at least. I smiled and looked into her eyes, seeing to my delight a new, bright, confident sparkle in them – not much different from the one I had seen in Carmen’s so often. “What happened last night was wonderful – you were wonderful,” she began, sounding almost as if she had prepared a speech. “And it’s great that it was something we both wanted and needed but…” She drew in her breath, then placed her hands on mine and squeezed. “Now I’ve had a taste of what things could be like, I can’t go back to where we were before. I just can’t!” “You’re leaving me?” I asked, horrified, instinctively trying to pull my hands away but she held them tightly. “No!” she almost shouted. “You’re a lovely caring husband and a good father. I really value that but…” “But…” “But you simply can’t give me what I need in bed. You’ve seen that for yourself now. I never dreamed that such pleasure existed and now I’ve experienced it, I know it has to be part of my life now. And part of yours too.” “I know you want to see Steve again. You said as much last night and that’s alright with me, I told you…” “I know and that’s really good, but there’s more to it than that…” “Go on…” I urged, a strange feeling, part hope, part fear building inside me. Alice paused, toying with her mug, not quite able to look me in the face. “Well, it’s like this. I need to keep fucking Steve now, whatever it takes.” I sat back, amazed. Alice hardly ever swore. “Oh, I know he has Carmen and other girlfriends too; I’m not naive enough to think I’m his one true love. The only way I can have him is when he chooses to have me.” “Golly, Ali…” I began but she cut me short. “Please don’t call me Ali,” she said quietly but firmly. “It’s Steve’s special name for me.” “Ok Darling. I’m sorry,” I mumbled, although the idea of another man having a special name for my sweet wife to use whenever he wanted her body made me shiver with excitement. “What does this mean for us though? How would things change?” “I’m not entirely sure. Carmen was a bit vague but basically I become Steve’s girlfriend as well as your wife and you become, well a full time Cuckold.” “Oh…kay,” I said uncertainly, very interested but a bit bemused. “But what does that mean about the way we live?” “I guess we go on living together as we do now, except when it comes to sex,” she said, apparently unsure. “I think, when it comes to sex, you have to accept that I’m going to keep sleeping with Steve and that sex with him will always take priority over sex with you.” “Will I… Will I still be able… to watch?” I asked hesitantly. “Of course!” she assured me, smiling. “If you want to, that would be part of the whole Cuckold deal. But Carmen says if you want to be in the same room with us then there are a few rules.” She yawned and stretched. “Perhaps we should take the weekend to think it over before we pick the kids up tomorrow night – while we have a little time to ourselves.” “Sounds a good idea,” I said. “But I’d need to understand things a bit better. These rules for instance…” “Why don’t we get our New Best Friend to explain it? She seems to know everything! Why don’t you give her a call? We’re free all weekend now!” She stood up and refilled her mug, then turned towards the door. “I’m going for a bath now.” She laughed hollowly, gesturing to her groin. “I’ve still got ‘stuff’ all over me!” The idea of my wife still having Steve and my semen on and in her body was very arousing, but suddenly a serious thought struck me. “Alice?” I asked urgently. She stopped and turned. “What about… I mean you didn’t use protection and…” “Oh yes,” she interrupted, her voice dreamy again. “That made the it that extra bit more exciting, didn’t it? The idea that I might actually get pregnant.” She stroked her tummy. “I suppose it was a bit stupid. I might even be pregnant now, I suppose.” She looked at me as if expecting a reaction. I felt my cock pressing hard against the tight bathrobe as my mind span. Could she really have conceived already? Certainly she had spent the night on her back with a lot of Steve’s sperm inside her. I stared back into her face, then at her tummy. Alice giggled mischievously. “It’s not my most fertile time and I’ll douche now. If I’m pregnant after that then I guess we’re having another baby!” She turned to the door then stopped. “Seriously though,” she said turning again to face me. “I’ll go to the doctor on Monday and go back on the pill. He knows you’ve had the snip so he’ll wonder why but of course he can’t tell anyone, can he?” And with that, she left the room. A minute later I heard the bath running upstairs. *** The rest of the day passed surprisingly normally. After breakfast I went for a run and did the laundry while Alice went to the gym as usual – well, perhaps for a little longer than usual. Around noon, I called Carmen on her mobile. “Well good morning, Mister Cuckold,” she greeted me in a warm and friendly voice. “How’s your household this morning? How’s Hotwife Alice?” It hadn’t actually occurred to me that, if I had acquired a new title, my formerly faithful wife might have acquired one too. I rather liked the idea – no, I really liked the idea. I explained our conversation of that morning and to my delight, Carmen understood quickly and completely. “It’s a big step for you both, but you’ve made the first moves and you’re both still happy, aren’t you?” I had to agree. I certainly felt good about it and Alice had made it clear she wanted to continue. “So what about the rules?” I asked. “We thought you might be able to help – if you don’t mind…” Carmen laughed into her phone. “Mind? I’d love to help. After all, I’m kind of responsible for getting you this far.” She paused then continued. “How about I come round to see you both tomorrow before lunch? Steve will be playing golf and if you’re still making decisions his presence might be a bit… distracting, especially for Alice.” And so it was agreed. After lunch we went shopping in town, as usual – well, perhaps things were a little different. I noticed Alice taking just a little longer getting ready, and when we left the house her skirt was perhaps just a little shorter than she would usually wear for the shops, her top just a little tighter, her heels just a little higher? As we walked through the crowded bornova escort streets I found myself feeling unusually proud of the sexy woman by my side. Certainly a few more heads than usual turned to look at her as they passed. She had worn a scarf around her neck, presumably to hide the ‘hickeys’ but it often slipped, leaving them large and dark in full view – almost as if she wanted people to glimpse them. I found myself getting a thrill out of this too; complete strangers seeing how Steve had marked my wife as his as he had fucked her. We split up for an hour and met back at the car with our purchases before going home. Later we telephoned the kids who predictably were being thoroughly spoilt by my parents. Alice made up a story about her mother which didn’t sound convincing to me but was easily accepted. Later we went to the movies. As Alice got ready – again taking longer than usual – I noticed half a dozen pairs of her older, larger knickers and a couple of older bras in the rubbish bin. For someone careful with her clothes this was a surprise. *** The following morning we were both excited about Carmen’s visit. Alice hadn’t wanted sex the previous evening, claiming still to be too sore from Steve’s onslaught on Friday night. Having witnessed it for myself, I could understand this but I did feel a bit frustrated with so much talk of sex ‘in the air’. After breakfast she went to the gym again for a full hour – twice in a weekend was very rare – and this time I went too. It seemed to be full of body-builder types on a Sunday morning. I’m no couch potato but they made me feel puny and insignificant. Alice of course looked simply stunning in her Capri length tights and tight pink top, attracting attention from a large proportion of the men, even the much younger ones. Her whole bearing was sexier, more confident and I felt proud of her, wondering how many of them were imagining what she would be like in bed; wondering what it would be like to watch them finding out. We returned home just in time for Carmen’s visit and were still in our gym clothes when the front doorbell rang. Alice let her in with a broad smile. True to form, Carmen exuded sex even on a Sunday morning, in tight jeans, knee length boots and a tight, low-cut top. “So how’s the newest Hotwife in town?” she joked, kissing Alice on the cheek and hugging her. “I’m fine,” she replied in a soft, demure voice, blushing deeply as Carmen moved towards me. “And my favourite Cuckold.” She kissed me too and we went into the kitchen where I made us coffee. “I wasn’t sure how welcome I’d be in this house,” she began. “I was so pleased when you called. I didn’t want our friendship to be ruined,” she said, looking primarily at me. “It seems I needn’t have worried.” “I think you did us both a favour,” Alice replied on my behalf. “Even if you were a bit… underhand!” She laughed. “I just had to do it,” Carmen continued. “I’ve never seen a couple so obviously born for the lifestyle. I’m so glad I was right.” We sat at the kitchen table, sipping our coffee and chatting for a while. There was a surreal feeling in the air – all this normality when we all knew we were there to discuss how Carmen’s husband could continue to fuck my wife. Eventually the subject imposed itself upon us. “So you want to know how to build this into your lives?” Carmen stated. We looked at each other, grinned and nodded. “Well every couple is different, but there are a few things most have in common.” We sat attentively listening. “Some couples…” It went on for over an hour, Alice apparently hanging on Carmen’s every word. After a while I left them to talk in private, merely opening a second bottle of wine and leaving it between the two of them as I showered then made us all a light lunch. When Carmen eventually returned home it was on foot – she was in no fit state to drive – and Alice needed an hour’s rest in bed to sober up but appeared very happy. We collected our exhausted, excited kids from my parents that evening and had an early night. *** The following week passed largely uneventfully. On Monday evening as we were getting ready for bed, I noticed a small paper bag in the bathroom cabinet. “Did you get to the Doctor today?” I asked as casually as I could. “Yes. I’ve got the first three months of pills. I’ve got to start just before my next period and then I won’t be safe for a couple of weeks,” Alice replied as she pulled a new, very short cotton nightie over her head and smoothed it over her hips. A thrill passed through me again. “Did he say anything about… About why you needed them?” Alice smiled, her eyes sparkling in that new, mischievous way I found so arousing. “He said he wouldn’t ask me why I wanted them but that I must remember that they would only protect me against getting pregnant. He said I needed to take other measures to protect myself – and you – from STDs. I looked at her open-mouthed. “What did he mean?” “He meant he knew exactly why I need the pills and that I should use condoms whenever I have sex with someone else.” She slipped into bed. I climbed in alongside her and turned out the light. *** After a few days, Alice’s bite marks and hickeys had faded and no outward physical sign of what had happened remained but something inside had certainly changed. She was definitely more confident, definitely dressed more sexily, and was definitely noticed more by men when we were out. The clothes in her wardrobe began to change too and I noticed she shaved her legs and trimmed her bikini line more often. Although I’m almost embarrassed to mention it, there was another little change that in one way kept her infidelity at the front of our minds, and in another made it more relaxed and acceptable to both of us. We began calling each other new pet names based on those Carmen had christened us. Alice became ‘Hotwife Alice’ or ‘Hottie’ to me; I became ‘Cucky-Boy’ to her. These were shortened to HA and CB when there was any possibility of the kids or anyone else overhearing, and of course in text messages and the like. It led to many secret smiles and furtive looks between us which seemed to bring us closer together in a strange way – quite the opposite one would expect from infidelity. We made love twice during the week too; twice more than was usual for weekdays. Both occasions were good for me – the images of her orgasms with Steve vivid in my mind as I thrust into her, but there was no escaping the fact that Alice came nowhere near orgasm and made no attempt to fake it. *** Ten days later, I was at work when my cellphone beeped. I was at a tricky point in a job so it took me a few minutes to look at the screen. When I did see it, I froze in amazement. ‘Hi CB. Carmen called. Steve wants to see me again. I thought dinner out Friday. You ok with that? HA xx’ Oh my God! It had happened! The first, properly arranged evening with the four of us! And so soon! I could feel my chest tighten with excitement as I replied. ‘OMG! R U sure it’s what u want? CB xx’ Her reply came almost instantly as if she had been waiting by the phone for my response. ‘Really sure CB. Wasn’t expecting so soon but cnt pick and chse when he has me. Just got to hav him inside me again. You saw what he cn do to me xx’ ‘OK whatever u want. I luv u HA.’ ‘I luv u too CB!’ Then an important thought occurred to me. ‘Will you be safe by then? xx’ ‘Probably not but we’ve been lucky so far and I cant say no can I? xx’ At this point it truly dawned on me that someone else really did have first call on my wife’s üçyol escort bayan body, ahead of me – possibly ahead of Alice herself. If he wanted her on Friday, she would give herself to him on Friday and I would help it happen. If she was still at risk of getting pregnant, then she would run that risk and I would help her run it. Unease and arousal fought within me then my phone beeped one more time. ‘Hi CB. Carmen says u cn stay in room if u do as ur told. Does that help? xx’ Arousal won! My fingers trembled on the keys of my phone. ‘Where shall I book?’ *** For the next three days I found it difficult to think of anything other than our impending Friday ‘date’ and it was clear that Alice was equally distracted. I tried to concentrate on my work and on choosing a restaurant although food would of course be far from the focal point of the evening. Alice arranged for the kids to be away on sleepovers to give us an empty house and on Thursday evening we went shopping after work to buy her a special outfit for her date. I felt especially keen that she looked her best – which was stunning – for the man I now confidently expected to take her to even higher levels of sexual arousal in front of me. On Friday we were both full of nerves. I made several mistakes at work and had to apologise to clients several times. Alice found it difficult to concentrate too, as our text message exchanges proved. ‘Hi HA. Did u put champn in fridge b4 u left? I forgot – brain’s turned to mush. CB x’ ‘Hi CB. Yes bt can’t think straight either. Very excited and very nervous. U still OK about it all? X’ ‘Of course – can’t wait to see how high he takes u tonight xx’ She gave up on text speak. ‘That’s what scares me. I thought I was dying last time what will it be like now? I’m not used to losing control that much x’ ‘Just let it happen and enjoy it. I’ll be there to look after you if you need me. Just go with the flow and let him take you as far as you can go… x’ ‘CB you are amazing. I love you x’ Then a few moments later. ‘I’m still not really safe you do understand that don’t you? X’ I wasn’t sure whether to tell her that the possibility of her actually getting pregnant by Steve had been a major part of the excitement for me as I knew it had been for her. ‘If it happens it happens. We’ll deal with it. CB x’ *** Friday afternoon passed at a snail’s pace but eventually it reached five o’clock and I packed up to leave work. The house was empty when I arrived home which puzzled me a little. I went into the kitchen and put several more bottles of wine in the fridge, changed into casual clothes then began to tidy the house. I had just changed the sheets on both our bed and the guest room bed when I heard a car in the driveway and moments later an excited Alice entered the hallway below. “Hi CB!” she called cheerfully. “I’m back! They’re all settled for their sleepover…” I quickly came downstairs to greet her. “Hi, Hottie! How was your afternoon off? Wow!” I stopped in my tracks a few stairs up and stared. “Your hair looks amazing! You look amazing!” And indeed she did in her tight jeans, loose shirt and boots. Her long, blonde hair looked positively golden and fell over her shoulders in soft loose waves. I grinned as it struck me just how much sexier she had become since her first encounter with Steve, and how that process had gathered momentum since her second thorough fucking only three weeks ago. There was no denying it, my wife was hot! She seemed a little unsure. “Is it okay? I took a couple of hours off and went to the beautician. What do you think?” “It’s amazing Darling. It will knock Steve for six! What will you wear?” Alice didn’t answer my last question. Instead she stated. “I had my legs waxed too.” She looked a little awkward at this which surprised me. “It’s so much smoother than shaving and I did want to be my best.” She continued as if trying to persuade me it was money well spent. I already knew this and kissed her quickly on the lips. “Well it’s working on me, big time, Hottie.” To my surprise, she blushed. “You go and get dressed up while I open a bottle,” I told her as I watched her slim, firm bottom mounting the stairs.After much debate, I had booked a table for four at our favourite Italian restaurant, the one with the dining terrace where Steve and Alice had ‘accidentally’ met and Carmen and I had watched from across the street as her plan to have her husband seduce my wife had started; the highly successful plan that had changed our lives, resulted in tonight’s dinner for four and, we hoped, amazing sex for at least two of us straight afterwards. As I popped open a bottle of champagne and carefully filled two tall glasses, my mind was filled with excitement and memories of all that had happened in this house barely two weeks ago. I put some music on the CD player, drew the curtains, turned on low lighting and placed a little perfume in a saucer to make sure the room was fit for romance later in the evening then slowly climbed the stairs to our bedroom just in time to see my wife come out of the bathroom. I placed her glass in front of her mirror. “You’d better get dressed,” I said, smiling broadly. “The table’s in less than an hour and we don’t want to keep the she-devil waiting!” After showering and dressing myself, I helped Alice prepare for the evening, bringing first underwear – eventually choosing white stockings, panties, bra and suspender belt – then dresses from the closet for her to select from, then change her mind, then change it back again before finally settling on a tight fitting short red one that looked simply stunning as I laid it on the bed. *** We were barely five minutes late arriving at the restaurant. I parked the car and we crossed the terrace to the main building, joining Steve and Carmen who were already at our table. Steve as usual looked film-star handsome in a powerful, rugged way in black trousers and shirt. Carmen looked the minx she was, also in black but with bright purple tights and matching necklace and scarf. I was also dressed darkly so Alice in her dazzling red dress positively shone in comparison. This seemed to make her uneasy at first but when both Steve and I told her how amazing she looked (and Carmen shot her a green-eyed glance) she started to relax and we all began to chat. Looking back, I can’t quite believe how normally we all behaved, as if none of us had remembered what the plan for the evening actually was. I had shaken hands with Steve and kissed Carmen on the cheek and Alice had kissed both of them as she would have done a year ago before ‘all this’ happened. The air of unreality lasted the whole evening. The food was, as usual superb, as was the wine with both Alice and Carmen getting slightly tipsy. There was more than the usual flirting between Steve and Alice, their fingers touching over the table slightly more than usual and I’m sure he was fondling her surreptitiously under it, but discreetly. The conversation was mostly normal too, talking about our kids, holidays, jobs and local issues so much that it wasn’t until we had finished our coffees, had paid the bill and were leaving the restaurant that Carmen whispered. “Let’s let them go together in our car to get more in the mood. You can drive me, Mister Cuckold!” That I realised that I really was about to watch my lovely wife getting fucked for a third time. Alice smiled almost innocently at me as Steve opened the door of his sports car and she slipped demurely into the front passenger seat, trying unsuccessfully to prevent her short dress riding up and exposing a few tantalising inches of bare thigh above her stocking top. I held the door open for Carmen whose smile was everything but innocent. She cupped my groin with her right hand as she lowered herself into the front seat of my MPV. “No mirrors for you tonight, Mister Cuckold.