Yes, I’m a cuckold, so what? You get your gratification the way you want; I get mine the way I like it. I’ve been a knowing cuckold for over a year and an actual cuckold for about two years. No, I didn’t come home early one day and find her with some guy. In some ways, it was worse, or maybe better.
It started on a Friday night when Steve rang the doorbell and Marilyn let him in. I sat in my TV chair, and they sat on the couch, and Marilyn started by saying, “Steve and I have been meeting for lunch for a while, um, about a year, and I've told you I was working late about the same amount of time Ah, Steve and I have been having sex for the last six months.” She paused, letting that sink in, and then continued, “I decided I wanted you to know. That you’re my cuckold—our cuckold. And we’re not going to stop. I want you to know. I’m tired of hiding it. I want to stay married to you, but,” she stopped again, thinking, “Um, but I’m going to continue to fuck Steve.
"No, I’m not going to make you watch; actually, I don’t want you to watch.”
It wasn’t a complete surprise; I’d seen evidence a few times but ignored it. I’d discovered it the first time I saw some of her panties that had been hand-washed but were in the regular wash. I sat in my office thinking about it, and my cock was hard. One time I found cum on the bedspread—not a lot, but it was fresh enough to know I hadn’t left it. This time, when my cock got hard, I’d jacked off thinking about it.
I pretended outrage when she told me about it, but it didn’t take long to lower the outrage to sullen acceptance. On the inside, I was thinking
I knew it; I actually knew it.
After a long fight, argument, and discussion, they went into our bedroom and locked the door. "Steve and I are going to use our bedroom to fuck. Get used to it. Um, if we are in the bedroom before you're home, we'll use my old dorm room signal, except I'll hang my panties on the door knob. Don't knock or try to get in."
******** In the bedroom, Marilyn********
“That didn’t go as bad as I thought it might. Steve, he actually let us come in here together,” I said. "Here, let me undress you first.” I kissed Steve and unbuttoned his shirt, dropping it on the floor as I continued undressing him. I was kissing everything I exposed. When I had his cock exposed, I took it in my mouth, sucking on it. Steve undressed me and was sucking on my tits.
This is different; I can tell already. Jim is locked out, and he’s imagining what Steve and I are doing here. I think I love that. I'm making Jim know that I’m cuckolding him and fucking Steve, but Jim doesn't know for sure exactly what we're doing.
I laid back with my pussy exposed to Steve, and he was taking advantage of it. His tongue was licking my slit, swallowing all my juices that were leaking; suddenly he sucked on my clitoris, and I screamed, "Steve, do that again.” I was loud enough so Jim could hear me through the door. It felt wonderful, feeling his tongue on my clitoris, his hands on my tits, and me coming without Jim knowing exactly what was happening here.
******** outside the bedroom door ********
I heard Marlyn scream, “Do that again.” God, what did he do to her? I couldn’t imagine. Like hell, I couldn’t; I was picturing all kinds of things happening. I was picturing him finger-fucking her and biting her breasts—no, her tits. He was biting her tits with her hands on his head, encouraging him. Images were flitting through my mind, and they were driving me crazy.
