100 comments/ 44617 views/ 21 favorites Ripples in a Cuckolds Pond By: Ripples in a Cuckolds Pond "I know." My eyes met David's across the table. "You didn't need to take us to dinner for something so simple." He held my glance for a moment longer, before he nodded almost imperceptibly. He picked up on the question I didn't ask. "I had another reason for asking you to dinner." He paused to take a sip of his beer. "It's personal." Normally when people hear those two words, they'll will hesitate slightly, their expressions will become careful, and they'll wait patiently for the hammer to drop. That's how I reacted. Nicole? She reacted differently. An excited smile grew on her face, she leaned closer to him, and her hand fell to his arm again. "What is it?" He smiled at her. "It's you." "Me?" "Let me explain." "This should be interesting," I observed dryly, and earned a warning glance from Nikki. "Do you know how I first met your wife, Nick?" "I think so, but why don't you start there, so we all have a common beginning." "Good idea," he said. "I met Nicole at a club one night. Collin had some event going on, and he invited me to attend. You see, I thought Nicole and Collin were seeing one another." Nicole gulped her wine, and a slight blush colored her cheeks. "We were." "Yes, but I mistakenly assumed you were single." "Ahhh," she said, and then glanced at me. My stomach flipped over several times, and I seriously thought my heart had stopped beating. When it finally did start again, it acted like it was trying to set a world record for the most beats per minute. "When you and Collin ended your relationship, I was surprised to learn that you had been married to Nick the entire time." His voice was low, but friendly. "Collin is a close friend of mine, but you should know that he didn't divulge any information about your relationship. He simply told me to speak to both of you...privately." I'd taken another sip of whiskey while he was talking, and the pleasant burn helped me form words in the English language. "What questions do you have?" He met my gaze squarely, which I appreciated, and brought his hands together. "I won't beat around the bush. I'm attracted to your wife." Their eyes met, and she smiled invitingly at him. The feeling was obviously mutual. I'm not sure how he managed it, but he tore his eyes away from her after a few seconds. "I'd like to see her.....romantically," he clarified. "With your permission, of course." "I see." His simple admission caught me off guard. He's an attorney, so I figured he'd beat around the bush, take his time building a case, and I expected to use that time to ready a response. His direct approach threw my plan right out the window. "Nick," my wife's voice broke into my thoughts. "Mind if I jump in here?" "By all means." She smiled again at him. "I'd like to see you as well. The dance, and the kiss we shared that night at the club has been very special to me." "Me too." They shared a moment, both smiling at each other, and even from across the table, I could feel the heat of their attraction. She managed to break the connection finally, and took a deep breath. "Nick and I did have an unusual relationship with Collin." "A cuckold relationship?" he asked before she could continue. "Collin mentioned it, and I did a little research." My wife looked at me, a question on her face. I nodded in reply, and motioned for her to continue. "Yes," she confirmed. "The three of us, Collin, Nick and I entered into that kind of relationship. It wasn't easy at first, and we all learned as we went along, but it was rewarding for all of us." David sat back in his chair. He looked first at Nicole, and then at me. "It was rewarding for you?" "Yes." I took a longer sip of my whiskey, and motioned at the waiter. Either someone was helping me drink, or I was sucking the whiskey down. I made a mental note to slow down on the next one. At any rate, the waiter caught my meaning, and disappeared. My glass of whiskey made it to the table, and I took a deep, quiet breath. "It was rewarding for me as well. Collin is a good man, and he's a close friend now." I motioned at Nicole. "She's right, it wasn't easy at first. As time went on however, it became fun for all of us." Nicole smiled, practically beamed at me, and nodded in agreement. David leaned forward again. "It's nice to meet a couple, who is so secure in their marriage, they can handle that type of relationship." "Thanks. I'm glad you mentioned having a secure marriage," I added. "Collin was unusually good at maintaining the balance between his relationship with Nicole, and our marriage." David's expression changed slightly, as I hit the words 'our marriage'. It was subtle, but I was drawing the first boundary. "One thing, the most important thing actually, is that our marriage comes first. Collin understood that, and supported it." Nicole nodded. "That's right." The message was clear, and David was a sharp guy. We didn't need to belabor the point for him to understand what we were both saying. Silence permeated our conversation, and camped out at the table for several moments. The waiter brought my second glass of whiskey, and I received a 'take it slow' look from my wife. I winked at her. "I hesitate to ask this next question," his said. "Because I don't want to assume anything, but would you two consider starting the same relationship with me?" Nicole and I shared a glance. We'd been married long enough to know what the other person was thinking, most of the time. There was also an electricity between us, created by the prospect of diving into another cuckold relationship. We both felt it, both wanted it, and when the glance ended, we both knew what path we would take forward. A naughty smile crossed her face. David sat very still, clearly unsure how to respond. She pushed away from the table, stood up slowly, almost seductively, and stepped over to him. She motioned for him to scoot back from the table. When he did, she lowered herself sideways into his lap, and kissed him. It started soft, almost tentative. Her arms lifted until they rested on his shoulders, and his encircled her waste. The kiss grew in intensity. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the waiter step out of the room. Thank goodness we're alone in here. A soft moan echoed in the air. Nicole's body undulated against David's, and his grip on her waist tightened. Pheromone's and raw lust filled the air, until they were almost a physical presence in the room. My cock left the sidelines, and enthusiastically supported David and Nicole's activities. The long dormant, but still familiar, sensation of cuckold angst and excitement filled my body. I missed this....badly. The emotional brew was stronger than whiskey. Until now, I hadn't realized how much it had meant to me. Watching my wife happily kiss another man, fulfilled me in a way that defies easy words, and simple explanations. Sexually? Sure it was great. Emotionally? Hell, yes, it was exciting. It was more than just sex, and raw emotions. For a cuckold husband, it was happiness on tap. Purely distilled, perfectly aged, and well over one hundred proof, it was the perfect emotional whiskey. I sucked it down. Slurping it greedily from my visual cup, and letting it run down my chin. Heavy, sweet, and perfect. Their kiss finally ended, but my wife didn't move. I could hear them whispering, but couldn't make out the words. I was an observer now, an outsider, and left with only the ability to watch. I loved it. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Nicole stood. She walked around his chair, letting her hand trail along his shoulders, and found her seat again. He cleared his throat, and moved his chair back towards the table. Nicole finished her glass of wine in one gulp, and a Cheshire cat grin grew slowly on her face. "The answer to your question." I smiled at both of them. "Will we consider starting a cuckold relationship with you.....is a resounding yes." Occasionally, I have my moments, and that was one of them. We all laughed, and David raised his glass in a little salute. Nicole winked at me, and mouthed, 'I love you'. It was as good a beginning as any. *** That was a month ago, give or take a few days. I'll fill you in on the first month of their new relationship another time. It was....interesting. I need a few drinks in me though, before I tell that story to you. In the meantime, I'm back at the resort. In the bar of course, nursing my glass of peaty whiskey, and wondering for the thousandth time why I came. It wasn't my usual scene, and I was here alone. A small part of me worried that I be perceived as that creepy, single guy who hangs around by himself all night. You know the one I'm talking about. He feeds crickets to spiders, so he can watch them get eaten. Despite being over 40, he stares way too hard at coeds, plays tons of video games, and has a screen name like 'playboy69'. Don't roll your eyes. You've thought the same thing before, and I was right to worry. The whiskey slid down my throat easily now, and I sipped it slowly, as I let the memory of getting talked into this night run through my head. Nicole and Cynthia teamed up to sell me on this event. They said it was a chance to network for future business opportunities. I could still hear Cynthia's voice. "Think of all the contacts you could make, Nick" Yeah, right! Nicole whispered softly in my ear. "You'll get to watch me and David. It'll be the icing on the cake, honey." Truthfully, she had it backwards. Watching her was the cake, any business opportunities that arose would be the icing. Once her new boyfriend arranged for me to sit at a front table, with an unobstructed view of them...it sealed the deal. I'd be close. Maybe close enough to hear them, but certainly able to watch them. I couldn't resist, didn't want to resist. Hell, once I thought about it, I couldn't wait to get here. So that was the answer to why I'm here. Standing alone at the bar, and worrying about being creepy. I knew why I came. I accepted it, and looked forward to it. The awkwardness of being alone at this function would fade, as my cuckold angst grew, and was filled with visions of David and Nicole. Holding hands, whispering to each other, and sharing private smiles. Just imagining those scenes was enough to make me a little light headed. "What would you like?" The voice right next to me, interrupted my thoughts, and I crash landed back in the bar. Another tiny sip of my whiskey, and I felt more in control of myself. "White wine, please." That voice. That beautiful voice. I knew it like I knew my kid's faces. Nicole. Slowly, without drawing attention to myself, or making a scene, I turned to face that beautiful voice. The sight of my wife, made the voice seem ugly in comparison. Standing only a few feet away, she was intoxicating. Her hand was inside David's arm, and she'd pressed herself against him. She was looking up at him, and smiling happily. He was whispering something to her, and her smile grew bigger as she listened. Holy shit. She is gorgeous. Beyond gorgeous. Nations have gone to war over women who were half as beautiful as Nicole. Stronger than whiskey, but not nearly as incapacitating, I drank in her beauty like a man starved of water. Just like the men at the bar earlier, I couldn't get enough of staring at her. She hadn't seen me yet, so I had a few moments to enjoy the sight of her. Her dress was an original David Meister, and she'd spoken to the designer himself, when she had it made. It wasn't in his normal catalog, or available for purchase anywhere else. It was an original, and the cost...well looking at her tonight, it was worth it. A one-shoulder design, it was shimmering black, with gold highlights, and lace, oh my god, was there lace on her dress. The fabric fell to her mid-thigh, and showed of her legs. It was beautiful, and sexy, without coming close to slutty. That was difficult for most women to pull off, but Nicole managed it perfectly. Cynthia had helped her pick out her jewelry, and it was glitzy, but tasteful. Her shoes completed, and enhanced the entire package. Obviously, they gave her height, but the Manolo Blahnik pumps set off her legs unlike anything I'd seen before. I'm not a shoe guy, but holy cow, they really made her legs look amazing. She belonged on the cover of Vogue or Cosmopolitan. Classy, sexy, beautiful, and overall...just breathtaking. Her hair was held up in an intricate bun, which highlighted her perfect face, and set off the jewelry she wore. Wow! Just wow! It was the sum total of my response. My mouth had grown dry, just watching her. Fortunately, she hadn't seen me, so I'd avoided embarrassing myself so far. Besides, I wasn't the only one staring. The guys in the bar were casting as many looks as they could without pissing off their dates. It was the women however, who looked the longest and hardest at her. It was mildly humorous. They were obviously trying to find something bad to say, but couldn't, which only made things worse. A few ladies, nodded in approval, but most narrowed their eyes, and turned pointedly back to their dates. David and Nicole received their drinks, and walked over to the other side of the bar. Fortunately for me, they were still within my line of sight. As the guest of honor, David was approached regularly by well-wishers. It's one thing to be good on an individual basis, it's another thing entirely, to be good with groups. He was good with both, I mean really good. Like a skilled politician, he had the gift of being able to relate to people instantly. I'd seen similar situations where the guy handled the crowd, and virtually ignored his wife or date. He didn't do that at all, just the opposite. It seemed he went out of his way to introduce Nicole to each person, and she spoke almost as much as him. She was composed, poised, and she looked damn good on his arm. They're a good couple. A power couple. Like gasoline thrown on a fire, my cuckold angst flared even brighter as that thought filled my head. It was an exquisite pain, watching and enjoying, Nicole and David. Hurt, jealousy, lust, and desire all came together again inside me. I hated it. I loved it. I needed it and yearned for more. Their bodies never really separated. Either their hands came together, or she held his arm, and occasionally, he put his arm around her. They were always touching. When their eyes did meet, a special heat flowed between them. It was intense. As they both worked the crowd, the glances they shared were even hotter. Every once in a while, their eyes would meet, and smiles of anticipation would grow on their faces. She would run her hand over his back, each time those looks ended, and my emotions lurched violently in time with her touch. "Want another?" The bartender's voice pointed out that my glass was empty. "One more." He gave me a small smile, and put the drink in front of me. I paid, and tipped him, before checking my watch. The cocktail hour was ending, and it was time for the event. Here goes nothing. I wonder if anyone will notice if I sneak out. As I walked into the ballroom, I noticed several uniformed individuals helping people find seats. One of them approached me. "Can I help you find your seat, sir?" "Sure." I gave him my name. "Ahh, you're at one of the front tables. Please follow me." "Once more unto the breach, dear friends," I muttered to myself. Yes, it was a little dramatic, but for some reason I felt like I was approaching enemy territory. The guy leading me to my table, apparently wasn't a Shakespeare fan, because he didn't even bother smiling. I chalked it up to the millennial generation knowledge gap. They're lost without their gadgets, have poor interpersonal skills, and no regard for the classics. It's not personal...it just is. "Here you are, sir." He started to grab my chair, but I held out my hand. "I've got it. Thank you." There were a few other people at the same table, and I nodded and smiled at them. We introduced ourselves. I took a seat, with a silent sigh. It was that awkward time. Y'know...the time where you're seated, but everyone else is taking their sweet time. You don't know the people at your table, so it's just awkward until the event starts. "Here's your seat, ma'am." My eyes were fixed elsewhere, and I didn't bother to look over to see who was sitting down. I was surveying the other side of the room, trying to get see Nicole. I'd meet whoever it was shortly. "Come here often, handsome?" A voice whispered so close to my ear that I almost jumped. My head came around, and my mouth dropped completely open. A captivating, gorgeous blonde sat next to me, smiling mischievously. She didn't laugh out loud, but her ocean blue eyes were twinkling with humor. "Cassidy." I gathered my wits. "What are you-?" "Cynthia," she cut me off. "She told me you needed a date, and I wanted to see the resort." "Um, wow....great." Her expression dropped just a tad. "You're not upset are you?" "No," I said firmly. "Not at all. Actually, I'm happy you're here." "Good." It wasn't lying. I was happy to see her, but I was going to skin Cynthia alive the next time I saw her. Cassidy is a relatively new addition to the firm. I hired her, she's my employee, and now she's my date. Yeah, I know. Is that Sexual Harassment I smell? Probably having a big helping for dessert! Yep. Cynthia was going to pay big time. My date was also completely unaware of the relationship Nicole and I had with David. Our firm was a close family, but mostly among the partners, not the employees. I had a strictly professional relationship with my employees....until tonight. "Waiter." I motioned to the nearest uniformed person. "I'm done with this, will you take it?" My glass of whiskey disappeared. The last thing I needed was more whiskey clouding my judgment. You might be thinking that I'm overdoing it. Companies have parties all the time. Believe me, I'm not overdoing it. Cassidy and I have a little history. We first met at a club. I'd gone to watch Nicole and Collin. It was the same night that Nicole and David met for the first time. Cassidy was a bartender at the time, and she hit on me. I'm not kidding. Obviously nothing happened, and I didn't stay long, so I thought nothing of it. Collin threw a party at his house a little while later, and guess who the caterer brought as a bartender? Yep. Cassidy. We talked more that night, and I found out that she had a background in Insurance, so we had something in common. She also made it plain that she was interested in getting together. Again, nothing happened. Fast forward several months. Collin and I have started our company, its growing fast, and I'm interviewing people for a new position. You'll never guess who showed up for an interview...bingo! Cassidy. Here's the kicker. I hired her. Not for the reasons you're thinking. I hired her because she was imminently qualified for the position. She had a stellar resume, and a ton of previous experience. Her father had owned an insurance company, and she spent her teenage years working for her dad. During college, she continued to work for him, and even sold new policies. In short, she was perfect for the position, so I hired her, and she has worked her ass off ever since. Seriously. She's in early, stays late, and does a fantastic job. Our clients love her, and she wants to move into direct sales. She was a good hire. I'd do it again. It's possible that a full partnership may be in her future. Our relationship? Strictly professional. Once in a while she'll make a small comment, and she has invited me to several happy hours, but otherwise it's been fine. She's met Nicole, and our girls, and everything's been great. Although, truthfully Nicole is on the fence with Cassidy. Ripples in a Cuckolds Pond Our relationship is going to stay professional, damnit! If you think Cassidy isn't pretty, you're wrong. Truthfully, she's gorgeous. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a killer figure. She's not as curvy as Nicole, but she's really, really attractive. I try not to look at her beyond a glance, because my train of thought has gotten lost several times in her smile. Tonight, her smile was on display and in full effect. I leaned over slightly, and lowered my voice. "Um, did Cynthia tell you anything else about tonight? Anything at all?" She didn't respond verbally. Her eyes fixed on mine, and she nodded her head slowly, a smoldering smile grew on her face. Under the table, her hand caressed my thigh, and gave it a little squeeze. My heart zipped into overdrive, and my cock instantly got hard. No shame in his game, he was definitely attracted to Cassidy. "Great," I muttered, and faced the table. "Just great." Guests were taking their sweet time finding their seats. I guessed I had about ten minutes, fifteen on the outside, before the dinner started. "Cassidy, why don't we make a quick trip to the bar, and I'll buy you a glass of wine." Her smile grew a little. "Thank you. I'd like that." Being a suave, and debonair gentleman, I helped her to her feet, and she slid her arm inside of mine. I tried hard not to think about how good it felt, or how perfectly our bodies matched up. Even in heels, I was still several inches taller than her. Taller, and leaner than Nicole, we still fit together nicely. When we made it out the hall, the noise level dropped considerably, so a normal conversation was now possible. "Did you drive here tonight?" Her mischievous smile returned, and she shook her head. "No, a friend dropped me off." "Ahh. I see. So are they picking you up again?" "No." "You have a room for the night?" "Yes, Cynthia said she reserved one for me." My smile was so tight, it probably looked more like a grimace. "Wow, she sure thinks of everything." "Are you upset that I'm here, Nick?" Worry washed over her face. "I'll go if you don't want me here." Shit! We were just outside the bar, so we were in a good spot for a private conversation. I moved us over to the wall, and faced her. "No. I'm not upset," I said. "I'm just surprised. That's all. I wish Cynthia would have told me, because I would have picked you up, and we could have ridden together. The idea of you simply being dropped off, irritates the crap out of me. You deserve better." "Awww, such a gentleman." "Cassidy." I started to lay the hammer down, but it suddenly hit me how much of a risk she took in coming tonight. Yes, I could reinforce that we're co-workers, and she's my subordinate. That was certainly an option...if I wanted her to quit on Monday. I don't understand women well, but I suspected Cassidy would take a huge emotional hit, if I was cold to her tonight. I took a breath, and calmed down. Damn, Nick. You can be nice, without sleeping with her. "You look beautiful tonight," I continued, and motioned at her dress. "That dress is a work of art, and you wear it extremely well." "Thank you! It's a Herve Leger." Happiness, tinged with a huge amount of relief, filled her voice. She stepped forward, and hugged me tightly. "Thank you, so much." I'm not an expert on dresses. I think I mentioned that earlier. Cassidy's dress truly was beautiful, and it complimented her figure on almost a pornographic level. Sleeveless, black and grey, it hung beautifully from her shoulders. Classy, sexy, beautiful. Like Nicole, she pulled it off. "You're welcome. Now, how about that glass of wine." "Any chance, I could get a glass of whiskey instead?" I chuckled softly. "Absolutely. I'll have one with you." The bartender gave me an odd look, but poured our drinks without comment. I had just sent back a glass of whiskey, and now I was getting another. His confusion was understandable. We clinked our glasses together, after I paid our tab, and started walking back to the reception hall. She slid her arm inside mine again, and pressed herself against me. "This resort is so beautiful," she remarked. "It certainly is," I replied, after taking a sip of whiskey. We walked for a few more steps, before I looked over at her. "Can I ask you something, and you'll give me a straight answer?" "Of course." "Will you tell me what you know about my marriage to Nicole?" The question was deliberately phrased to be as broad as possible. I didn't ask what she'd heard, or what Cynthia had told her. I asked what she knew, which was designed to elicit as much information as possible. "Nick," she pulled us to a stop, and glanced around quickly. "I know you're in love with your wife, and you have two great kids. You're probably the smartest insurance guy I've ever met, and on top of that, you're a great boss. I love working for you." "Okay," I said slowly. She squared her shoulders, took a breath, and hit me with it. "Nicole cheats on you. I don't understand why, but she cheats on you, and you let her. I saw her with Collin at the club, and later at his house. I know she's been with Cynthia as well." "Wai-." Her eyes grew misty, and she cut me off. "You're handsome, you have a big heart, and you're a great provider. I've seen you with your girls, you're a great father as well. Guys like you are rare, but she treats you so badly." She wiped a tear away, took a ragged breath, and stomped her foot lightly. It was cute. "Good guys are so hard to find, and she doesn't seem to realize how special you are. I guess someone so beautiful, can have her pic of guys." Crying women are hard to handle, and while she wasn't openly crying, she was close. She was also wrong. If we were going to get through the night, I needed to put some context around my marriage to Nicole. "Cassidy," I said gently, and she met my eyes. "Thank you. I appreciate everything you just said, and it means a lot to me." Embarrassment washed over her face, and she looked down, nodding slightly. "It's true." "I think you're giving me way too much credit, but thank you." I reached out and squeezed her arm gently. "We're about to go way beyond our normal professional relationship here, so if you want to cut and run, here's your chance." She looked up again, and a quirky smile appeared on her face. "I'm stayin' here. Hit me with it." "This isn't information you can share, Cassidy. It's intensely personal." "You can trust me." I nodded and decided to just say it plainly. "Nicole isn't cheating on me, not at all. I've been aware of her relationships from the beginning." "I don't underst-." "And I approved of them," I interrupted her. "I still approve of them." Realization crossed her face, and she leaned forward. "You're swingers?" "No," I laughed. "We're unique." "Okay, I'm lost." "We have a semi-open marriage. It's the best way to explain it, I guess. Nicole will occasionally have a relationship with one person. It's something we agree on together, and nothing is hidden between us. She's not cheating, so please don't think badly of her." "What about you?" "What about me?" "It just seems one-sided, not really fair, in my opinion. Don't you get to have a relationship?" "Uh." My razor sharp wit abandoned me. "I guess I could. I just haven't wanted one." "Why not?" "Cassidy," I said, and shook my head. "No man in his right mind, wants two women in his life. That's the perfect recipe for a serious ass-kicking...from two women. Believe me, I'm pretty sure they'd team up at some point." "Huh. Interesting." "What?" She looked at me for a moment. "You're missing out, Nick." "Probably. But it works for us." I motioned with my head. "Let's take our seats." She didn't move, not a bit, and her eyes narrowed at me a little. "You don't think I'm attractive, do you?" "Uh, what?" "You heard me," she accused. "That's why you've never...well, responded to me. I used to think it was because you were happily married, and faithful to your wife. Now it sounds like you're just not attracted to me." "How the hell did you draw that conclusion?" "Is there another explanation?" "Yes. I love my wife, and I am happily married." I started to laugh, but the look on her face stopped that reaction cold. "We work together, Cassidy. Have you heard of sexual harassment? Do you honestly think I'd use my position to take advantage of you?" "No, but-." "Do you want your career to be tainted with rumors that you slept your way up the ladder?" I took a deep breath. "I haven't responded to you, because I freakin' admire you, and your ability. Don't turn this into something it's not. I haven't rejected you....I've respected you!" "So you are attracted to me!" "You've got to be kidding me," I said under my breath, and ran a hand over my face. When I met her eyes, she arched her eyebrow, clearly indicating she expected an answer. "Yes. I'm attracted to you. You're smart, you're gorgeous, and you're smile is like a weapon. It disarms me completely, if I stare at it for more than a second. You're beyond beautiful, and way out of my league." Her smile lit up her face, and it was all I could see for several seconds. She slid her arm in mine, and turned us both towards the door. "Now I'm happy. C'mon, let's take our seats." "Wait, we need to get you checked in to the resort. You'll need a room key." "You've checked in already, right?" "Yes," a smirk appeared on her face, and her eyes twinkled with excitement. "What am I missing?" "Cynthia said you should have received two room keys." "I did." "One of them is for me." She leaned forward, kissed my cheek softly, and whispered in my ear. "I'm staying with you tonight, Nick." What the fuck? "Check the keys," she said softly. Fearing the worst, I fished the envelope out and studied the keys carefully. They were the standard card keys. I couldn't tell them apart. She pointed to them. "We have adjoining rooms." Relief washed over me, but disappointment joined it as well. Cassidy was gorgeous, and spending the night with her wouldn't be the worst thing that ever happened to me. Of course, Nicole would skin me alive the next day, but who knows, it might be worth it. Still, the grown-up, responsible person in me was relieved we weren't in the same room. "Here's your key. You're not funny." "I'm hilarious," she said and handed me her glass of whiskey, so she could put the key in her purse, clutch, handbag...whatever. "Can we go now?" "Yes," she replied, and kissed me on the cheek again. "What was that for?" "You're a good guy, Nick." Her voice was serious now, and she pressed herself against me. "Now, escort me in there. I'm hungry." "Yes, ma'am." "Hmmmm, well trained," she observed. "I could get used to this kind of treatment." "Are you sure you're only in your mid-twenties?" She laughed softly, and pressed her lips against my ear. "I'm an old soul." We stepped back in the hall, and saw the last remaining people hurrying to their seats. Someone was tapping a spoon against a glass, and they must have had a microphone, because it echoed through the speakers. "Please. Everyone take your seats. We're about to begin." I held the chair for Cassidy, which earned me another warm smile. As I took my own seat, I nodded at the people sitting with us. None of them were familiar. Well, at least Cassidy is here. Now I have someone to talk to. A hand lightly caressed my thigh. I glanced at Cassidy. She was smiling demurely, and staring at the podium. Her hand inched its way up my thigh. I grabbed the nearest glass of water, and took a large gulp. In an effort to keep her hand off my cock, I turned slightly in my seat, and faced the head table. A man was speaking at the podium, but my attention was focused on someone else. My wife. Nicole was sitting next to David, the guest of honor, at the head table. Unlike Cassidy, she wasn't paying attention to the speaker at the podium. Her eyes were focused like laser beams....on me. Her expression was calm, but intense, and even though we'd been married for over two decades, I couldn't tell what she was thinking. One critical fact was abundantly, and instantly clear to me. Cynthia had neglected to mention to my quick-tempered wife that Cassidy was going to be here tonight. I'm so screwed!   *** The first month. Remember how I told you I'd tell you about the first month with David? Well it's that time now. You're welcome. The dinner at the resort was fairly boring. The food was pedestrian at best, and David's speech could have put an insomniac to sleep. I didn't hear a word of it, but I wasn't sure if it was because Nicole was staring bullets at me, or because Cassidy was determined to stroke my cock under the table. Either way, I missed most of his speech. Obviously, since I didn't hear it, I can't relate it to you, so we're going back a month. Almost exactly a month, when our relationship with David first started. Unlike the dinner at the resort, Collin's restaurant always served an amazing dinner. The chef was absolutely top notch. We'd shared an appetizer, and exchanged small talk. Nicole got up in the middle of our small talk, and sat on his lap. She kissed him hungrily. The waiter had come back into the room, and took our order for dinner....with Nicole sitting on David's lap. It was a bit awkward, and supremely exciting. After the waiter left, she returned to her seat. I wasn't sure if she couldn't help herself, or she wanted to put on a show, for me, or for the waiter. Silence filled the table, as Nicole and David stared at each other hungrily. I cleared my throat, and the two wannabe lovebirds tore their eyes away from each other. A slight blush covered my wife's cheeks, and she had the good manners to mouth, 'sorry'. "David, can you tell us a little more about what you're looking for in a relationship? Is it a once-in-a-while kind of thing, or something more?" "Good question. I'd like to see her as often as possible," he replied immediately. The look on my face must have given him pause, because held up his hand. "As long as it fits with your family plans. I understand you have kids, and they need to come first." "Yes," she said quietly. "The girls are our first priority." "I understand completely, and I'm not looking to hurt your marriage." I nodded at him. "Thank you." He looked pensive for a moment, and I got the sense he was trying to carefully frame his next question. Finally, he looked over at me. "I don't understand what you get out of all this, Nick." "Yeah, most guys don't get it. It's not something that's easy to grasp for most guys." I took a breath, and smiled at my wife. "First, I get a happy wife, and as a married guy, I can tell you that is worth its weight in gold." He chuckled, and she smiled at me. "Second, the emotional high is indescribable, and it's hugely addictive. Watching my wife, being a participant in her seduction, is unlike anything I've ever felt before. Truthfully, I've missed it." "See, I don't get that at all," he replied. "Your wife is smoking hot. I mean, she turns heads wherever she goes, and you're okay with sharing her?" I smiled. "More than okay with it. I enjoy it. I love seeing her happy, seeing her satisfied, in and out of the bedroom." I leaned forward. "There's an energy, a sense of exhilaration that can only come from this type of relationship. Believe it or not, it brings us closer together." "No way." "Way," Nicole said with a smile. She put her hand on mine. "Nick's right. It's something that we both share, and it does bring us together." He raised his eyebrows, and motioned vaguely with his hands. "If you say so. I don't understand it, but I respect your position." "Thank you." Our good arrived, and we all started eating. There is something about food that is specially prepared in small amounts, by a trained chef. It's just unbelievable. Our dinner that night stood in stark contrast to the food at the banquet was mass produced, lukewarm when it arrived at the table, and poorly seasoned. Yeah, yeah. I'm a food guy. As we were finishing our dessert, he turned to Nicole. "May I take you home tonight?" "Yes," she replied immediately. "I'd like that." They shared a smile for several seconds. An alarm bell went off in my head, because he didn't ask me....at all. Not before he asked her, and he didn't ask if it was okay with me, after she already agreed. All of us were starting something brand new, so I didn't obsess over it. David and I were going to have to find a way to work together, and that road as sure to have some bumps along the way. Silence had descended on the table, as I was thinking about getting along with David. When I tore myself out of my head, and back to the table, Nicole and David were both looking at me strangely. "What'd I miss?" "Honey, would you mind taking the car home? David and I want to stay a little longer, and talk." "Ahh," I replied. "I'm being dismissed. Is that it?" "Honey." Her smile grew a bit wider, but her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "Please." Emphasizing dinner was over, David stood and held his hand out to me. "Thanks for coming tonight, Nick. I enjoyed the dinner, and we'll have to grab lunch soon." "Sure," I replied easily. "Let's do that." A second later, I walked out of the room, and stopped cold. A complex swirl of emotions, cause my heart to beat heavily, and needed to take a breath. First, I was excited, and I'm not going to sugar-coat that at all. I'd missed this feeling, this situation, and I was glad it was back. As I leaned up against the wall, and steadied myself, the second strongest emotion washed through me...fear. David and Nicole were powerfully attracted to each other, anyone could see that, and now they were starting a relationship together. He was handsome, in his own way, in good shape, and wealthy. Obviously not as wealthy as Collin, and I suspected my net worth was larger than his, but still he wasn't hurting by any means. So I found myself in the same situation, and loving it. A sense of risk, and exhilaration filled me until I felt ready to burst. I was walking the tightrope again. No safety net, and the only question remaining was....How far will I fall? A sophomoric sense of mischief filled me, and I stepped back towards the door. Carefully, I peeked around the corner, just far enough to see them. What I saw, kicked my heart into overdrive. Nicole had resumed her spot on David's lap, and they were passionately kissing. It was a hugely erotic sight. She'd put her arms around his shoulders again, which gave his hands free access to her breasts, and he was taking advantage of it. The soft caresses, and gentle kneading of his hands, caused her to moan softly into his mouth. She pressed herself harder against him. My breath caught in my chest for a moment as her hand slipped from his shoulder, and down to his waist. The way she was sitting on him, I knew she couldn't take his cock out, but she murmured in approval a moment later. He broke their kiss, and smiled lustily at her. "You like that?" "Hmmm, yes," she breathed. "You feel amazing." His voice lowered, and his entire manner of speech changed. "You like big cocks, baby? Or you like big black cocks?" "Black cocks," she answered him the same way, and her hand stroked rhythmically against his body. "I love black cock." Another moan. "Especially, big, and thick ones." "Yeah, good girl." He chuckled, and continued playing with her breasts. "Well, you're going to get a lot of it, if I have my way." Ripples in a Cuckolds Pond She didn't respond at first. I knew her breasts were sensitive, so it was no surprise, when she threw her head back, and moaned louder. "Come back to my place," he instructed. He wasn't asking. She took a quick breath, put her hands over his, and shook her head. "I can't," she replied. "I...I have to get back tonight." He shook his head. "No, you don't. Your husband can take care of things." His hands resumed their kneading of her breasts. "Please. I can't, not tonight." She was pleading with him now. David started to respond, but she put her finger over his lips. "Stop. If you don't stop, I will go home with you." A triumphant smile grew on his face, but she shook her head firmly, more firmly than I thought possible. "No. I don't want to start off like that, David. Nick's expecting me, and I made plans to spend time with my girls tonight." She took a long breath, and put her hands on his shoulders. "Please. Can we call it night?" "Yes," he replied with a nod. "You're right." His professional demeanor returned. It seemed like he could switch it on and off in an instant. His voice, the way he spoke to Nicole when things were heating up, was surprisingly different. "Thank you." "So tomorrow?" A delicious smile grew on her face. "Definitely. You can have me all night, if you want." "All night? Nick is okay if you spend the night?" "He's the cuckold in this relationship, David. Of course, he's okay with me spending the night with you." She shrugged, and patted his chest lightly. "And if he's not, I'll put him back in his chastity belt." His mouth fell open. "His what?" She laughed softly. "I'll tell you on the way to my place." Nicole stood up, and straightened her dress. David took a second to adjust as well, and she looked on with satisfaction. "You're so handsome," she observed. He stood, and kissed her again. "Thank you." I took that moment to beat feet. It only took a minute, and I was back in my car, speeding home. It was important that I beat them home, otherwise my horny wife might wonder. Chastity belt? Again? Just the thought of wearing the plastic restraining device was causing me to get hard. Nicole obviously had plans in place to get me back inside it, and that was surprising. She'd obviously been thinking ahead. The more I considered it, my concern grew. She kissed David without any hesitation, almost like they'd kissed before. They did kiss before, dumbass. At the club. Fine, but did she set this dinner up with David? Was tonight a sham, a show just for me? That was not a comforting thought. We'd been married for a long time, and I'd swear our marriage was great shape. I trusted her completely, and the idea of her conspiring with David behind my back didn't sound like the Nicole I knew. Not at all. Yes, she's a passionate woman, who enjoys the company of men and women. I love that about her. As far as I knew, she'd never ever lied to me before. There is a grand canyon's worth of difference between the Nicole I knew, and a Nicole who would do the things I was worried about. Still, tonight seemed off. Rehearsed. Planned. They came together too easily for two people just starting a relationship. The pieces just didn't fit. I pulled into our driveway, turned off the engine, and sat back in the seat. Worry is a never-ending ride for a cuckold husband. It just is. There's no way around it, and truthfully, it's a big part of the turn on. A phrase I'd heard before popped into my head. Ripples in a Cuckolds Pond "Nikki," I said and immediately stood. "What's up?" "We need to talk, and this is the best place." She smiled at me. "You're trapped." "I guess I am." Instead of coming around, and sitting on my lap like she usually did, she took the chair in front of my desk. Another sign she wanted to have a serious conversation. I took a breath, and sat back down, waiting for her to start. "I love you, Nick. You're my husband, my best friend, and the keeper of my heart." She took a deep breath. "I'm sorry about how I acted with David. Honestly, I should have talked with you first." "I appreciate that, Nikki. I needed to hear that from you." She gave me a shaky smile. "I spoke to David today as well. I told him everything." "Good." I wasn't giving her anything, and I could tell she was frustrated. The conversation was one-sided, and it seemed obvious she thought it would be a give and take. It wasn't. There was no way I was going to apologize for putting my marriage first. "So. It's over," she said. Her voice was shaky. "Yep. I'm going to contact a new attorney tomorrow, and work with them to set everything up. Our new attorney will draft a letter to David's firm, and clarify everything. He's fired." "Is that really necessary?" "Yes." She cocked her head. "Why?" "I'm not going to have someone you want to fuck. Someone you blew in the car yesterday, serving as our attorney." Her hand covered her face, as I twisted the knife. "Why are you being so mean? I thought you wanted this too." "Just be a good little cuckold. Wimp. Pussy. Is that it?" I shook my head. "Is that what you and David were expecting? Is that what you want from your husband? Your best friend, and the keeper of your heart?" Throwing her words back at her was probably a bit much, but my anger was rising. The more we talked, the more it seemed Nicole and David, took me for granted. It pissed me off. Unfortunately, I wasn't the only one getting pissed. Nicole's anger decided to make an appearance. "Y'know what, Nick? You can go fuck yourself!" She stood. "I've taken enough abuse from you. You are a cuckold. You like it, and you want it as much as I do." "Nicole-." "No. My turn. David and I got ahead of you, but you're overreacting." "You've got to be kidding." "I'm not," she insisted. "We were totally open with you at dinner. The only thing we didn't mention was lunch, and a phone call." She narrowed her eyes at me. "Really, Nick? You're acting like an asshole over that? Really?" "Yes. You can't be half-honest. Just like you can't be a little bit pregnant. You either are, or you're not." I paused for just a moment. "How hard would it have been for either one of you to just say something?" "Nick." She sighed, and shook her head. "I'm sorry." "Yeah, well. So am I." I shrugged. "Maybe we'll find someone in the future." "No." Her voice was firm. "I'm seeing, David." "Is that right?" "Yes. We can get past this, Nick. We will get past it." She started around the desk, but I held up my hand. "No." "Honey," she said, drawing the word out. "It'll be okay." "Go home, Nicole." "What?" "You heard me. Go home." I met her eyes. "I'll be retaining a divorce attorney today. I suggest you do the same. I will also be speaking to my attorney about David's conduct. I'm sure there's something in legal ethics that frowns on sexual relations with clients." Her mouth dropped open, and her face paled. Words obviously escaped her. Minutes passed, and we didn't speak. I wasn't sure if she was waiting to see if I'd crack or not, but we didn't speak. "Nick." Our receptionist's voice came over my speaker phone. It broke our staring contest, and I pushed a button. "Yes." "You have a visitor." "Who is it?" She paused for a brief second. "He says he's your attorney." My eyes returned to Nicole, and I could see genuine surprise in her eyes. She shook her head. "I don't. I didn't know." "Right." Skepticism colored my voice. "Well, this should be interesting." "Send him in."