Date: Sun, 5 Jan 2020 13:10:33 -0800
From: DonaldElliott11@yahoo.com
Subject: Make Belive I'm a Cuckold (Bisexual/Adult Friends)

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Every few weeks I travel with a female coworker to three-day site visits in
distant cities. I am happily married, and she is recently divorced from a
guy she caught cheating on her. Nancy isn't exactly a slut, but she does
love good times, and a hotel in a far-away city is an opportunity for her
to have some good times with new men. On most of our trips she gets laid by
some random bar pick-up. Nancy loves her job.

On the other hand, I am a genuine straight-arrow and never cheat on my
wife, Sally. Indeed, Nancy sometimes chides me for so often saying that I'm
happily married. She too was once, or she thought she was, and I think
sometimes she tires of hearing me praise my wife and our marriage, given
her divorce. When I go on and on too long about my faithful marriage, I can
see her slight eye-rolls. She just can't seem to bring herself to accept
that some marriages really are made in Heaven.

It's hard to describe how it came to pass, but Nancy always had zero
interest in me as road-cock. Zilch, nada. I've been with her once or twice
late at night when she not found a guy and even though she was wearing beer
goggles she left me alone. I am perfectly OK with being in her
friend-zone. We like each other as office buddies and friends, nothing
more.

I do enjoy her company when we're on the road together. Our work travel
involves a lot of hotel breakfasts and dinners together. She's witty and
friendly and easy to be with. Nancy also has a terrific body, which she
works hard to maintain even when traveling. She tells me that hitting the
hotel Exercise Room pays two benefits – keeping her tight, and finding
buff men. No one ever called me buff.

When we travel we normally have dinner together, fairly early, maybe in the
hotel, and then go our separate ways until breakfast. More than once after
a trip my wife has grilled me about what Nancy and I do with our evenings,
but I've never been tempted to misbehave and I know for sure Nancy feels
the same way about me.

One night, in Boston, a guy dining by himself at another table started
flirting with Nancy despite the fact that she was obviously with me. She
pointed him out to me, without being obvious about it, and said "That guy's
no saint, Don. Notice his ring? He's married, too. Some guys still 'have
it' even if they're married." I didn't take any offense, because I'm proud
of my restraint.

He later ambushed her coming back from the bathroom, out of my sight, with
a proposition. He wasn't what Nancy had in mind, so she blew him off, and
our evening continued. I didn't see their short conversation near the
restrooms, but I had noticed his attempts at eye-contact while we were all
seated at dinner.

The next day at breakfast she told me that the guy had assumed we were a
married couple and had asked her if her "husband let her play around". He
loved wives with open marriages! It was convenient for her to let him think
we were married – easier to brush him off – and she told him I was
very jealous, and then left him.

We both had a good laugh. But then she floored me by asking if I would be
willing to have some fun with her that night. I guess she noticed from my
expression that I thought she was hitting on me, and she quickly explained
her idea. She said there were lots of guys who really got aroused by the
idea of banging some other guy's wife. She admitted she herself thought the
idea of being a hot wife was kind of exciting, and that because she was, in
fact single, being a slut wife was a thrill she couldn't really experience.

Our conversation wandered around for a bit. Remember, we're not an actual
couple, and it is a least a little bit awkward to be talking about sexual
stuff, even though we're not flirting with each other. I think I sounded a
bit disapproving of the impulse, and she told me not to be "all
goody-goody." She made at least one joke about how if she'd known her
ex-husband had been cheating on her, she would have done it to him, too.

I said I would be willing to play-act as her husband at dinner as long as
she didn't expect me to do anything my wife wouldn't approve of.

"Oh, no," she taunted me, "we wouldn't want to piss off the Ice
Princess. Or test if you're really holier than everybody else."

Nancy proposed that we merely walk in at meals holding hands, no kissing or
other touching. Maybe we laugh a little too hard at each other's jokes, I
hold her chair for her, and – her best idea – that I call her my
"wife" when speaking to the wait-staff, as in, "my wife will have the
trout." She added, "Are you so pure that you won't even let me have a
little dirty fun?"

So, that night we did all those things. I held her hand, which felt weird,
pulled out her chair, etc. It was easier than I had feared to pretend to be
affectionate to Nancy. I didn't find her attractive or anything, but other
men treated her like she was pretty hot. She played her role to the hilt,
smiling at everything I said, and leaning into me once or twice as we
dined.

She soon caught some guy's eye and sent him those secret signals women have
that say "hi there, big fella". (Not to say I've ever gotten such signals!)
She asked me to go to the washroom for 10 minutes, to give her some space,
and he approached her right away. Of course he did. Other men were drawn to
Nancy most of the time.

Later, when I'd returned to our table, she went to the bathroom, and he
made his big move. He caught her in the hallway on her way back to our
table. She told him some story about how yes, now that he mentioned it, she
loved cheating on her husband, and that her cuck had no say in who she
slept with. She agreed to go upstairs to his room with him.

He was smirking smugly when she walked him back to our table. They stood
next to me while I remained seated. Nancy said, barely loud enough for the
server to overhear, "Darling, I'm going to sleep with Thomas here
tonight. I'll see you in the morning. Don't play with yourself until I get
back, you understand?"

Her catch-of-the-day was standing very close to my chair, and I couldn't
help noticing the sizeable bulge in his trousers. I may have stared at him
a moment too long, and I briefly imagined him in bed with "my wife." I
don't think either of them noticed me looking at his erection, so close to
my face. They turned and walked back to the elevators while I choked on my
drink. He was so proud of himself, thinking he's bagged a hot wife, when in
fact he had been her trophy. Some guys are so stupid.

As "my wife" and her lover went out of sight, I turned back to my
meal. Only then did I notice the waitress hovering next to our table. The
look of pity and contempt on her face was striking. Even though this was an
act, I felt ashamed of myself as a man, as if my real wife had just kicked
me to the curb for a more macho man with a bigger penis.

We didn't have sex much anymore, now that we're no longer youngsters. My
wife tells me all the time that people our age, people in their 40s, are
"...pretty much done with sex. None of my girlfriends have sex with their
husbands much nowadays," she told me. I had come to be quite accustomed to
intercourse only every six or eight weeks, tugging myself off in between if
I couldn't control my urges. My wife seemed satisfied with our less-active
sexual activities. I love my wife, and I'm not going to cheat on her with
some slut I meet.

Now remember, I had zero sexual involvement in Nancy's "hot wife"
charade. I agreed only to be a stage prop in Nancy's sex drama. I wouldn't
have considered anything else.

But that night in Boston I was shocked to realize that I was, first of all,
as hard as a rock, and second, jealous that "my wife" was fucking random
dudes. As soon as I paid the check – and the waitress was trying very
hard not to laugh at me - I went to my room and beat my meat like a
teenager.

Lurid pictures raced through in my brain of my own staid wife opening her
legs for some young stud. My fantasies focused on the particular guy now
with Nancy – I saw him in my bed back home, pleasuring my wife with his
enormous cock while the two of them laughed at me. I not only disobeyed
Nancy, but I beat off twice, pumping my own lonely but pure cock in my
bedroom that night. I first imagined that guy from downstairs making love
to my wife, and then I imagined him in bed with Nancy. In my fantasy, naked
Nancy was absolutely beautiful, and I wondered why I'd never thought so in
real life.

The next morning breakfast together was genuinely weird. Although in
reality, we were still just friends and coworkers, we now had some sort of
kinky sexual history together. For my part, having masturbated to thoughts
of her naked last night, I felt guilty, almost as if we had actually done
something illicit together. On her side, I had been involved, if only
peripherally, in her passionate evening.

So there we were at breakfast, still just a business couple on a
professional trip, nothing more, each with a brain full of dirty
pictures. She couldn't stop talking about Tom, his dick, and his
triple-header performance. I'm sitting there secretly enjoying the details,
pretending to be disinterested, and kind of baffled at why she thinks this
is of interest to me.

I finally said to her, "Nancy, you know I'm not really your husband, right?
Did you forget? Before last night I never cared who you slept with, and I
don't much care now."

She held my gaze for a moment and replied, "Yes Don, you do. I can see it
in your face, and I saw it last night. You were turned on last night. Did
our little husband-wife play-acting give you a hard-on? Did you play with
your cock in your room while picturing me getting laid? And this morning
you have been undressing me with your eyes ever since I came in."

I stared back, unsure what to say. Pretty close. I think dreaming of her
having sex while I masturbated would have been *less* of a transgression
than what I actually dreamt of, which was my own cuckolding by my
real-world wife. Which will never happen, because she pretty much hates
sex.

She grinned triumphantly. "It did, didn't it? Donnie got all boned up
watching his sweet make-believe wifey go away to get laid by the big strong
man! You pretend to be so pure and noble, and you love your wife, and you'd
never cheat, blah, blah. You're such a better person than I am, right?"

And then, before I could answer, she leaned forward, touched the back of my
hand, and said, "I'll bet you're hard right now Don, aren't you? You're my
make-believe cuckold, and it makes you hard that I give your make-believe
pussy to another man, doesn't it?"

Remaining silent, I nodded.

Her serious expression vanished and, with a big smile she told me this was
terrific, and we could play "cuck & slut" again that evening. Cuck & slut?
She even had a name for what we were playing!

The next 2 nights in Boston we acted out a similar script in a nearby bar,
and at a restaurant a few blocks away. Each night she left me behind as she
went away with "a better man". Each night I pulled on my cock so much it
was sore. Each morning she recounted their conversations, and their
acrobatics, from the night before. Each morning, she gently taunted me,
"Old Mister Straight Arrow Faithful Hubby," for getting visible boned at
the breakfast table. Each morning I sheepishly affirmed, or failed to deny,
that I had masturbated myself to sleep the previous evening.

She always told her lovers that her husband was a wimpy cuck who got off on
her cheating with younger, bigger, or better-looking men. They all ate this
shit up; loved thinking they'd cock-blocked her husband. She loved
insulting and demeaning her (make-believe) husband with these studs because
in some corner of her sick mind she *was* somehow cheating on her real
(ex-) husband.

Telling total strangers that her husband was a limp-cocked pansy was her
way of punishing her ex- for the real hurt he had caused her with his real
betrayal. Some of this verbal abuse she unloaded in my presence when the
three of us had not yet gone separate ways, and I had to pretend to be
embarrassed by her insults. But most of her "he's a cuck" stuff she fed the
guys after I had been left behind for the night.

At breakfast our last day she went on and on about what the two of them had
said the night before about her "stupid husband". At first, I considered
this just sort of part of our role-play – she was telling me the parts
that happened off-stage, so to speak. But also knew that telling (real) me,
to my face, all the insulting and degrading things they'd said about
(make-believe) me the night before was getting her aroused. I was just
pretending to be her husband, but she got to come down the next morning
with her well-fucked pussy and degrade and humiliate me to my face - while
"just pretending."

I'm her senior in the office, but on the road, she's getting to call me a
worthless little-dicked sissy. And it makes the real me hard. She's putting
me in my place; she's emasculating me and, by extension, she was pissing
all over my "perfect" marriage.

This whole scene was getting very kinky and confusing, even though I had
done absolutely nothing sexual to anyone. One complication is that I am
indeed smaller down there than the average guy. Nancy couldn't possibly
know this but, hard as a rock, which doesn't happen often, my erection
measures five inches. Almost. And after many years of marriage, I was
sometimes unable to get it up with my wife, even if it had been almost two
months since the previous fuck.

Nancy's insults, fiction thought they were for her, were right on the money
for me.

This was such a thrill for her that a few weeks later, back in the office,
she told me she had even bigger plans for our October trip to Denver...

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During our first "naughty trip" – and I repeat that she and I had no
sexual relations at all – we played a game Nancy called "cuck &
slut". It was important to me that I not cheat on my wife, and my struggle
was made easy by the fact that Nancy and I had no particular sexual
attraction between us. She obviously preferred men who are big and broad,
and I'm a little on the short side – I'm even an inch or two shorter
than Nancy.

A few days before we were scheduled to go on our trip to Denver she told me
that it continued to bother her that her ex-husband had cheated on her and
she got divorced before she ever got an opportunity to "pay him
back". Playing the role, on travel, of a cheating, dominant "wife" had been
a real boost to her battered self-esteem. She seemed genuinely grateful to
me for letting her stretch her libido outside its normal bounds.

She told me that she respected my insistence that we not do anything
"romantic" with each other, and buttered me up a bit by saying that I was
clearly a model husband. She didn't actually mean it; she found my constant
references to my solid marriage to be insulting and supercilious. But I
outranked her, so she kissed my butt a bit in the office. Needless to say,
she didn't know that I sometimes failed sexually to satisfy my real wife.

But Nancy had just one favor to ask...

Looking back on things now, I realize that she was smart to tell me in
advance about her plan to ramp up our "game" in Denver. It would have been
a bad idea to spring it on me on the road. If she had changed the script
while our scenario was being played out in real-time, I probably would have
balked. No, I certainly would have balked. It is only because I had a few
days to prepare myself that I was able to agree to what she wanted.

To better pretend that she was cuckolding her husband, she wanted me,
playing the role of hubby, to be present next time she "cheated" on me. Not
literally in the bedroom, not watching her in the act. She quickly said she
knew my wife would never approve if I actually watched her "get laid" in
real-time. But she wanted me to be nearby when the guy she would seduce
took her to his room to cuckold "her husband."

She had this all figured out. We booked into a Residential Suite Hotel in
Denver so that she and I – and her lucky winner - would have hotel rooms
with a separate bedroom. We strolled into the hotel bar holding hands,
acted for all the world to see like a husband and wife, and after about 30
minutes she was dancing way too close with a guy who was about 10 years
younger than us.

For this new scenario, she brought him to our table, and the 3 of us had
another drink together while he tried to figure us out. I mean, this dude's
wife was coming on to him, and the dude didn't care? Nancy was improvising
conversation like mad, and I struggled to keep up with her bullshit about
"our kids" back home, and how we just moved into a new house, etc. I did a
lot of nodding and agreeing. He eventually figured out that I was so
agreeable I'd agree to let him pork my wife.

Her target had picked up pussy in bars before, even married pussy, but
never with the husband right there watching. Nancy sat close to him, ran
her hands over his thigh a lot, and told him that "we finally decided after
10 years of routine sex, that "we needed to have an open marriage." She
then added, with just a touch of snark, that "sex with my husband just
doesn't do it for me anymore, does it, Don?"

She then told me, "I've kissed you enough tonight, Don" (she had *not*!)
and now I want to kiss Gary." And with that, she gave him a short but sweet
kiss, on the lips, right there in front of me.

Gary actually looked uncomfortable, but he kissed her back while her hand
did God knows what under the table. Then she sat back with a big smile on
her face and said "Don, let's go up to Gary's room for a while. You can
watch TV or something while this young man and I get to know each other
better. Is that OK with you, Gary?"

She rather dramatically took both our arms and led us to the elevator. I
was too flustered and unsure of the part I was supposed to play to notice
how many people in the bar watched Nancy make a chump out of "her husband".

Once we were inside the elevator, Nancy grabbed Gary and gave him a long
kiss that seemed to assure him that this was all going to be a real
adventure for him. It also obviated any need for any more talking. I stood
by silently as my "wife" French-kissed the man who would soon make me a
"cuckold." My passive acceptance of their making out was all the evidence
Gary needed to relax about my being along for the ride. Clearly, the wimp
husband had nothing to say about anything this hot wife wanted to do.

Nancy was the only one of the three of us who knew exactly where this was
all going. She had clearly planned this to a "T" and had all her lines
ready for delivery. As Gary opened the door of the room Nancy led me in by
the hand and said, "Daddy, you sit out here and make yourself
comfortable. Gary is going to make Mommy a real woman in the bedroom."

Got it; now we are "Daddy" and "Mommy", which is in fact what my wife and I
have called each other ever since our first child many years before. Nice
touch, I thought.

"You stay right here and listen. Maybe you'll learn something. And you
damned well better be here when we're finished, too, no sneaking off to
beat off in our hotel room, like you did last time I made a new friend."

What "last time"? I was getting confused between what was real and what was
make-believe. I knew Nancy really did want me, her friend and co-worker
pretending to be her husband, to be next door listening while she, in her
own mind, got even with her real ex-husband for cheating on her and then
divorcing her.

So, purely for her own excitement, to enhance her imaginary cuckolding of
her imaginary husband in the next room, she wailed and screamed through the
next hour or so. She said, loud enough for "her husband" to hear, how good
a lover Gary was. It was like one of those cheesy porn movies I watched at
home, late at night, after my wife was asleep. One inane comment after
another about the size of his perfect cock, her husband's inability to give
her an orgasm, etc. You read and watch porn – I don't have to write it
out here. She was acting like a dominating whore to heighten her thrills,
but her orgasms (and Gary's) were very real.

Gary didn't know I was just playing a part, so he decided to humiliate "her
husband" too. He blathered about how tight she was, since "Daddy" had a
little boy's cock. He bragged he was going to ruin her pussy for my cock,
and so on.

It's all cheesy and formulaic now, but in the heat of the actual sex, it
was really quite exciting for all of us. Nancy was finally satisfying a
need she'd had for years to even her score, even if only symbolically. Gary
was being a bull for an oversexed wife of an undersexed husband, just like
in pornworld. This might very well have been the best sex either of them
had ever had.

And I know all of this because accidentally I could see some of their
activity - in a mirror. The full-length dressing mirror was on the inside
of the bedroom door, left ajar on purpose so "my sissy cuckold" could
listen, and accidentally was angled so that if I leaned a little to my
right I had a view as if from the bottom of the bed.

At first, I tried to resist watching, really. Then I began to wriggle
around in the chair to get a better angle. I felt terrible about what I was
doing, in that I was sort of cheating on my wife by watching naked people
fucking. But I'd never seen people having sex before, and it was just so
compelling. I couldn't tear my eyes away: Gary's sweaty ass was pounding
Nancy's pelvis, and I could see and admire the flexing of his glutes, the
pumping of his cock, Nancy's legs were wide open, and her tits were sliding
around on her chest as her whole body moved.

Finally, I stood up to get a better angle but did not approach the
doorway. Now, standing while looking at the mirror, I could see past Gary's
hips to see Nancy's pussy and the sloppy juices that covered both of their
sex organs. It kind of surprised me that she had an unshaved pubic
region. For some reason, I'd imagined her fashionably shaved down there.

I could now also see her face, although Gary was still facing away from
me. Nancy's eyes were squinted closed in passion, but when she did open
them she saw me in the mirror and visibly flinched. Her hips slowed and she
fell silent; her facial expression gave nothing away for a second or
two. Her brain was suddenly and for an instant in the real world, her cunt
was on display to a coworker she barely liked, and her make-believe husband
had gone rogue and was no longer doing as he's been told.

But then she grinned at me and I knew her brain went back into
sex-world. She was receiving a Grade A dicking from a well-endowed and
energetic stud. Her husband was stepping forward for more humiliation than
he had originally signed up for. And now she could get Gary in the
game. She shifted her hips into third gear.

She resumed a running porny dialogue with Gary about how good his cock was
and how she was going to come again. Of course, she wasn't really talking
to Gary – she was also talking to her make-believe cuckold husband. And,
in her head, she wasn't even talking to me, her co-worker – she was
magically talking to the fool who gave up this hot cunt for something new,
her ex-husband, with whom she was finally sort of getting even.

Then Nancy, ad-libbing our script, suddenly took us in a new direction. She
ordered me into the room. "Get your ass in here, Donnie," she said towards
the door. Come watch me get what you don't give me. Gary, let my cuckboy
see your cock."

Gary, startled, jerked his head around, and looked for a second like he had
forgotten the husband was in his hotel room. Then he looked for a brief
instant like I was a problem. Then, finally, his face relaxed as he
realized the sissy pussy who let his wife fuck strangers was going to join
them.

I stood inside the bedroom doorway, staring slack-jawed at his cock, most
of the way out of its furry sheath between Nancy's legs.

Nancy said, "Want to get a good look at what you're missing, Daddy?"

By now Nancy knew me better than I knew myself. I *did* want to see what I
was missing, even though if asked, I would have denied. She knew I wanted
to come closer, and she told me to "get in here." She was sure I would, and
I did, which made everything that followed possible.

"Kneel here, darling, get next to Mommy. Look at the big man's cock fucking
Mommy so good. He's better than you, Daddy, he's so much bigger and harder
and he makes Mommy cum so much. So much cumming, Don."

Most of the world's dicks are bigger and harder than mine, so that
stung. Gary was about eight inches long and uncircumcised. I'd only ever
seen a few cocks other than my own, and never one that was uncut.

Gary wanted to play, too. "Mommy's a slut, Daddy. Look at my cock fucking
her hairy cunt so good." OK, while Gary wasn't as good at the porn dialogue
as Nancy, I give him points for trying. And it was the thought that counts.

"Eat your wife's pussy, man. Lick my jizz out so we can go again." He
pulled the head of his dick out of Nancy's cunt and waited for me to
comply. His foreskin rolled forward to cover the swollen head of his penis.

I stared at his slimy dick for a second, covered in their juices, and then
turned to look up at Nancy. We stared into each other's eyes for two or
three seconds, which felt longer to me. I tried to cling to my resolve not
to get involved. Acting a role for Nancy was one thing, but now I
confronted another thing. Something dark, and deep within me. A secret.

Her right foot, dangling off of the bed, nudged my crotch. My resolve
wavered.

She knew I was boned. She kept stroking my little hard-on with her
toes. "You want to eat me, don't you Darling? That's your dirty little
secret, isn't it? You want my sloppy wet cunt for yourself, don't you Don?
You're not really too good to want my hot pussy, are you?"

And I realized in a blinding flash that Nancy was speaking to me, the real
me, her oh-so-virtuous co-worker and boss. She wasn't teasing her
make-believe husband, or even her real ex-husband. Nancy somehow knows
Goody Two Shoes wants badly to forget those marriage vows he talks about,
and eat her slutty promiscuous cunt. Indeed, Nancy understands somehow that
I want to snack at her vagina so badly that I'll drink a stranger's cum.

Maybe even go further.

She's won the whole game. She turned me into a cuckold without even having
to marry me first.

"I won't let you eat me with your pants on Don. Strip. Show this big strong
man why I needed him so bad."

It took me almost a minute to move, but I gave in and started to unbutton
my shirt. Gary took my arm and lifted me to my feet. The two of them
unfastened my belt, lowered my zipper, and pulled down my trousers and my
boxers. My steel-hard cock popped up, and they both laughed at how small it
was compared to Gary's, even though his was softening.

Her lover pushed me down, and forward. Nancy reached up to guide my face
into her messy, hairy crotch. The smell was overpowering. I lapped
vigorously between her labia and groaned my pleasure. My tongue found her
clit, and my lips swallowed Gary's leaking ejaculate. It felt so good to
let go of my upright, righteous, better-than-other-people attitude. I
wasn't a faithful husband, better than the slut whore whose cunt I was
eating. I was no better than Nancy, or Gary.

My wife's pussy had never tasted quite as pungent as Nancy's did right
then. My wife shaves her pussy regularly, and I wasn't used to eating such
a furry pie. I'd briefly worried that Gary's jizz would be unpleasant, but
Nancy's pussy didn't taste very different than my wife's. Trying to please
my wife orally was a regular thing, given my erection problems. And I'd
always loved the taste of her sex, especially when she asked me to lick her
when I returned from my road trips.

Gary took me by the ears and turned my head to face him. "Clean me, too,
cuckold," he groaned. "Suck horny Mommy's juices off of my big greasy
dick. 'Cause your darling wifey wants more real cock."

I was startled by his demand; I hadn't expected such an alpha-type stud to
be tempted to do something so gay. This would be a big leap for
me. Breaking my vows a few moments ago had only involved doing for my
make-believe wife something I was very accustomed to doing for my real
wife.

Touching a man's penis was a whole different ball game. Gary had no idea
what he was doing. Neither one of them knew it, but he was going to take me
even further into the dark than Nancy had.

I hadn't sucked another guy's cock since college. That I had sucked cock
back then, a lot of cocks, actually, was my fundamental shame, something I
had guiltily locked away. I'd never told my wife about my experiences with
other boys in school. But I had always loved pleasing my friends and
roommates back then, so I pumped Gary back to full hardness with my right
hand as my lips and tongue pushed around, and under, that foreskin of his.

Giving a blowjob to an uncut cock was new territory for me. When my hand
pulled back on Gary's penis, the foreskin went back also, and the big hot
head of his cock was exposed. When my hand tugged him into my mouth, the
skin came back over his glans and could enter my mouth with the shaft. But
until he was completely erect, I could pull his foreskin towards his body,
tighten my lips over the naked head of his cock, then pull the foreskin
forward only to meet my tightly-pursed lips. It was almost like his cock
had lips of its own, and his dick-lips could kiss my lips.

I was on my knees, swiveled around toward him, and bent over to feast on
his penis. My buttocks were pointing at my scheming co-worker, who reached
under my hips with both of her hands to jerk my lesser penis and pull my
tortured nut-sack back firmly.

"Shit, your junk is worthless, hubby." Scrotum-pull.

"No wonder your wife needs dick." Cock-yank.

Gary held my head gently, his big hands forcing my mouth up and down his
re-erect shaft. He had clearly won the jackpot tonight, not only banging
some slutty MILF, but getting a surprisingly enthusiastic blowjob from her
apparently gay husband.

Nancy held my penis tightly in her left hand and dragged a finger through
her gooey pussy to slick it up with her lubrication. Then my make-believe
wife slowly pushed her finger into my asshole.

I tried to rock forward, but Nancy's other hand had a tight grip on my
penis. I also tried to raise my head, but Gary held down tightly, keeping
his dick in my mouth. Nancy took out her index finger, gave two fingers a
crotch wipe this time, and inserted them side by side in my anus. This time
she left them there and rotated her hand to corkscrew my sphincter open.

Gary saw Nancy raping my ass, tightened his grip on me, and blew a
surprisingly copious jizz-load into my mouth. I'd rarely ever ejaculated
twice the same day, and if I did almost nothing squirted out the second
time. Gary came a flood into my mouth. "Swallow me, Cuckyboy," he said,
mockingly.

And as I did, as I took his sperm inside my body forever, I heard Nancy say
"Jesus, Daddy, the Seattle trip is going to be the *best* one ever."


+++Ten months earlier+++

The office end-of-year party was winding down, and I was in a corner with
some co-workers talking about the upcoming Super Bowl. I hadn't had any
alcohol all night, because I always considered myself my own "designated
driver". I saw Sally sitting at a table with Nancy and one of the other
company women. Actually, Sally was sort of slumping, because she was,
typically, drunk. Not a problem, because I'm driving, and my wife deserves
to let her hair down once in a while. The little woman doesn't get much
excitement in her life.

Nancy jokingly apologized to Sally for "taking Don out on the road so
often." My wife snorted and said something to the effect that she wished
Nancy would take me away more often. My frequent road companion was
surprised. "I thought you guys are happy together. Don can't shut up about
what a great wife you are, and how perfect a marriage you two have. I get a
little tired of hearing about it, frankly, especially since my divorce."

"Don's a sweetheart, alright," Nancy slurred. "But he's a dud in bed if you
want to know the truth. That's my only regret about marrying him. We have
sex like twice a year. To be honest, Little Don isn't any good at fucking
even when he tries."

"I had no idea. Really, he never says anything to me to let on that he's
not happy."

"Oh, he's happy enough. I don't think he wants sex."

"But what about you?" Nancy asked.

"I don't want it much either, with him." Sally paused for a second, but the
drinks had loosened her tongue too much not to continue. "That's why I
thanked you. With Donnie on the road so much, I have lots of opportunities
to bring my lovers home for sleepovers whenever I want."

"Oh my God, you, Sally?" Nancy was shocked. "You take lovers?"

Sally looked around the room a second and said "Nancy, half the men in this
room have seen my bedroom ceiling. And the ones who haven't have heard
about it from the ones who have. Sweet little Donnie has been wearing the
horns for a long time. The simple fuck doesn't have a clue he's a total
cuckold. So, yes, thank you."