***KANE***

As you grow older, there are events that you only later realize are cusp events. Often it’s when you meet your wife for the first time, or maybe it’s that time you hit a home run that wins the league game in high school.

We all have them. One of mine happened on Wednesday, June 21st 2 8:00 PM. I have a group of guys who get together every couple of weeks to play cards. And if we’re at Joe’s, and Joe’s wife isn’t home, we see a specially curated movie.

That day, Joe’s wife was visiting her sister, and Joe had a movie picked out: The Wicked Lady. I was expecting something like a female stud who enjoyed sex, all kinds of sex. Well, instead, it turned out to be about a married lady who screwed other men. Her husband knew about it and enjoyed watching and the humiliation that went with it. 

Nichole was a gorgeous redhead, like my wife, Sharon, and it started when she convinced her husband to let her screw a guy she worked with. It made me nervous from the beginning because it was clear he’d married up, maybe two tiers, which felt a little too close to home for me. 

I never quite understood why a beautiful girl like Sharon went out with me. She did, and eventually I worked up the nerve to ask her to marry me. 

We’d been married for five years plus a bit when I saw the movie. The movie kept resurfacing in my memory, and I eventually read about it. Cuckolding, I mean. I started reading articles and then found some forums for cuckolds and gradually read some fiction stories at sex story sites.

I wrote one story about cuckolding that excited me. Then another, and another. When I was up to five stories, I started introducing roleplay to Sharon in our sex life. Roleplay, you know, nurse and patient, eighteen-century parlor maid and lord, my wife and strangers. Normal roleplay.

Ha ha, funny, of course not. I was a lot more subtle. I roleplayed as Jason; Jason had been hitting on Sharon since she started working at Parlor Manufacturing. Not quite reportable as harassment. 

We were on vacation in California Gold Rush country in Auburn when Sharon met a guy in one of the art galleries. She started talking to him, enjoyed it, and invited him to lunch with us. 

Dave was tall, muscular, and attractive. I could tell she was attracted to him. At lunch, he had to use the restroom, and while he was gone, I said to her, “He’s good-looking, isn't he?”

She instantly responded, “Yes, isn’t he? He lives in town, and, ah, you enjoy roleplaying, um, being cuckolded." She hesitated before continuing, "Are you thinking ...? Are you...?"

I thought I was so subtle; I guess not.

“Kind of, I guess,” I answered. “You’re interested? If you are, should we make it happen? Dave would be perfect, I think.”

Sharon grinned at me, saying, “I’m willing, if you are too. Um, you need to leave us alone for a few.”

When he returned, I excused myself to use the restroom.

When I returned, Sharon had a restrained but excited look, and Dave was gone. “Kane, he’s interested, but… um, he’s not comfortable letting you watch. He insists that we be alone together. God, Kane, he wants to fuck me, but without you watching. You can be there, he says, but listening, just not watching.”

Her nipples were showing her excitement. “We’ve gotten this far. At home, I've imagined what it would be like screwing, having a lover fuck me. You can be there, just listening, not watching, that's all.”

Listening? Is that enough? Listening as he’s fucking her, hearing her moans and screams? God. 

“I’ve touched his cock here in the booth. Kane, I want it. The other way would be you go to the hotel, and I’ll go with Dave to his house.” 

She looked at me seriously. “What Dave and I decided was that we’ll continue exploring Auburn, but Dave and I’ll be together, and you’re our friend. He wants us to be comfortable together, so when we’re alone…”

Yeah right. Like in Wicked Lady. It's about humiliating the hapless cuckold. Does that describe me?

I felt my cock harden picturing them kissing, holding hands, and touching each other in public. Then, when I imagined hearing Sharon responding to Dave, it started leaking. 

That's when I tried to say no. “Ah, Sharon…” I hesitated before continuing, “Sharon, is this what you want? I..." My voice trailed off. "That would be a big step for us." I paused and then stuttered, "Y-you touched his c-cock? R-really?"

"Kane, when you're pretending you're Jason, I want to know what it feels like, another man's cock taking me, fucking me, and you knowing about it. Not cheating." Her eyes closed as she finished. 

She's imagining it, Dave's cock in her, feeling it fucking her, feeling him cum. She's thinking about her climax. All this with power, knowing I know it's happening, becoming her cuck. God.

After I agreed, with some trepidation, Sharon went outside to talk to Dave, while I paid the bill. When I came out, they were holding hands, kissing. Sharon gave me a self-satisfied smile, while Dave just grinned at me.

We spent some time visiting antique shops and then a couple of museums. There was a place that showed you how to pan for gold.

“Pan for gold? That sounds like fun, honey. Can I?” Sharon said to Dave. When he smiled with a small grin at me, she threw her arms around him and kissed him. At the end, they collected the few flakes of gold in a vial to take home. It was hard, but I smiled back at them without pulling them apart. I’d wanted to see her with another man screwing her, but the reality was already becoming a lot more difficult. 

And, God, I’m not even going to see it happen; just listen.

When they collected their vial of gold flakes, she hugged Dave and said, "Our own gold, I'll treasure this, and keep this as a memento of my first time." They kissed, and I followed behind. Alone.

We spent some time in the old winery tasting wine, and Sharon decided on a few bottles, leaving me out of the discussion. Dave was showing his enjoyment of my discomfort with regular grins. Sharon, well, she was reveling in her power. Her nipples made that clear.

Dave took any opportunities to touch her tits. He especially enjoyed doing it where other people could see.

My reaction? Ambivalent at best. I hated the humiliation, yet my cock disagreed. Each time, my cock got harder.

Finally, Sharon put her hands around his neck and kissed him with a lover's kiss. Her tongue was in his mouth, and she had one hand touching his cock. "Dave, please, let's go. I want your hands on my breasts and my mouth on your cock."

"You want it now? I'm willing, but ask Kane first."

"Ask Kane? I don't think I need to, but..."

She looked at me, asking me, "Kane? Are you ready for us to go to Dave's place?"

Is she asking me again? It's not just Dave that's enjoying my demotion to cuck. Sharon is too.

When I finally nodded, she grinned at me and kissed him with her hands on his cock.

They're trying to increase my humiliation; I'm past that. Sharon wants it to happen, and I want it to happen. Whatever it takes. Even be forced to just listen.

I looked around and, with a forced smile, said, "I think right here might be a little too public, don't you think?"

"You're right, Kane. I'll lead Sharon to my place. You can follow if you want to listen to Sharon being fucked," Dave said with a grin.

He's trying to get me to go to the hotel; like hell I'll do that.

"Give me the address, and I'll follow you."

i tried to follow, and Dave tried to ditch me. Luckily, for GPS, I got there anyway. When I got there, they were still in his car, but her blouse was unbuttoned, and her bra was gone.

I pulled up behind Dave's car, got out, and opened Sharon's door. She grinned and said, "I guess we got a little impatient, didn't we?"

"Maybe, ya think?"

"Don't be a spoilsport, darling. It won't be long before you will be hearing him screwing me. It's what you want, isn't it? Isn't it!"

Is she giving me a chance to change my mind? Does she want me to say no or yes? Which? Hell, she's already made it clear.

I'm upset that she let him see and touch her breasts when I'd given him my okay to put his cock in her pussy? Screw her, but don't touch her tits. I'm an idiot.

If I say go ahead, I won't be able to change my mind later if she wants to do it again. Especially if she enjoys it.

Yes, it is. I want you to cuckold me. This is the first time, but only the first time.

My cock hardened again after softening on the way to Dave's. They weren't circumspect walking to the front door. I could feel all the neighbors watching.

I picked up her bra, and we entered his house. That's where Dave gave me another dig, "What should we call your husband, beautiful? Kane doesn't fit anymore...well, won't soon. My vote is for cuck." He grinned and continued, "Sharon, what do you think?"

She hesitated and then said, "Uh, no, Dave, he's my husband; it's Kane."

"Yes, then Kane, you'll still be cuckolded. I'm going to enjoy the process." He kissed her bare tit, and then said to Sharon, "I'll be the first...first new cock in your pussy, the first to cum in your puss...no, it’ll be your cunt. When I've cum in it, it's a cunt. Okay Sharon? When you cum, I want to hear screams. Screams so Kane knows it's happening."

Screams. God yes, screams. I want to hear her screaming. I could feel my cock leaking. Whatever my mind thinks, my cock knows it wants it. It wants to hear her scream for Dave. God.

As Dave led her into his bedroom, I could see the desperate anticipation mixed with a touch of guilt. Sharon wanted his cock, but she also realized this would change everything in our marriage.

***SHARON***

I know I want this, and Kane made it clear when we were role-playing Jason fucking me that it was wildly erotic to him. Kane will be my cuckold, and I'll have a cunt. I want it, my pussy, soon-to-be cunt, wants it, and my cuckold, soon-to-be cuckold, wants it. I can barely contain myself.

As Dave led me into his bedroom, I looked back at Kane. I knew he'd be able to see the anticipation in my face, but could he see the pity I felt? He'd never be just my husband; from now on, he'd be my cuckold husband.

This is what Celia talked about when I told her about Kane's attempt at subtle hints about cuckolding. There was a lot of anguish as Ed realized his diminished role in their sex life. She was in charge, not Ed. The freedom to enjoy things he'd be disgusted knowing she enjoyed. It allowed her to keep secrets.

"Oh, Dave, I thought we'd never get alone. When I saw and touched your cock, I knew I needed it. Kane doesn't know I saw it at lunch; that was when I manipulated him to agree." I removed his pants and boxer shorts. I stood there in admiration; his cock was over an inch longer, and substantially larger. "If Kane knew what you'd be giving me, he might..." My voice trailed off, and I knelt to kiss it. I was making slurping sounds.

"Take it deeper, more of it, Sharon. And then lick my balls. You're a fabulous cock sucker." He grasped my head and forced me to take it deeper and deeper. At the end, I could feel his cock in my throat and his balls at my lips.

I've never done this before; I never knew anyone could. All the porn videos just show the woman just taking part of the penis. I can feel Dave's cock in my throat. God, it feels powerful. The taste, God, the taste. It's indescribable. I've never tasted Kane's cock like that.

While I was thinking about Dave's cock, he was moving me to the bed, and suddenly I was on my back with my feet on the floor. He moved my knees apart, and I felt his tongue invade my pussy. When he licked my clit, I exploded in ecstasy. An orgasm rolled over me, so I couldn't think. I screamed, "Dave, yes, god it's wonderful. Don't, don't stop."

***KANE***

I was savoring the sounds coming from Dave's bedroom; their voices, the bed, imagining what was happening, when I heard a thump like a body dropping on the bed, and then mostly silence. I could hear low voices I couldn't understand until the screams from Sharon. "Dave, harder, it's wonderful, please, please."

My cock just exploded, and I came, leaving a mess in my pants. I knew she'd cum, more intense than I'd ever achieved.

I was stunned, just standing there, feeling my cock soften. When I regained my ability to hear, Sharon said, "Your cock, NOW, your cock in my pussy. Yes, I want, hell, Dave, turn my pussy into my cunt. I want your cock in me. I want you to cum in it. Make Kane my cuckold."

I heard sounds, then Dave's voice said clearly, "Now, Sharon? Tell me you want it now."

"Dave, please, put it in me. I want to feel it in me, please." I could hear noises, and then Sharon saying, "It's so big, it's so much better... you're filling me up, God." Then I heard the bed responding to Dave's fucking her.

My wife's being fucked, better, bigger than I've ever done, but my reaction is making a mess in my pants. I wanted her to do it, but I didn't realize how intense it would be to listen to it happening, much less seeing it. My imagination is clear enough.

Sharon was moaning, making noises of rapture. She was getting closer and closer until Dave said, "There, I'm cumming in you."

"Kane's now my cuckold, Dave. We both came." I heard kisses, and then Sharon said, "It's my cunt now, you said so. A cunt is different; it can fuck any cock it wants." There were more movements, and a slurping sound.

"The taste of your cum and mine blended on your cock is out of this world."

By morning, they'd fucked twice more.

I realized I was her cuckold, just like I wanted. A case proving 'be careful what you wish for; you might get it.' I was right; she cuckolded me regularly but seldom let me watch.