3 comments/ 12638 views/ 5 favorites Cuckold Chronicles 15; Sam Pt 4 By: deltonaman2man Cuckold Chronicles 15: Sam PT 4 Heather & the bird get stuffed from both ends The month of November seemed to fly by. Before I realized it, it was Thanksgiving week. Heather was only going to be working 2 ½ days this week. She would be off starting around noon on Wednesday. I was getting into holiday mode when I remembered that Heather's birthday was the day after Thanksgiving. It would have to be something special, considering the rough patch we have been going through lately. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. My earliest memories are going to my Great-parents farm, seeing the whole "famn damily" altogether for one day a year. After Gram & Popo passed on to their reward, my Grand-Parents took over the farm. We lived in Florida by this time, but we made the yearly trip back to West Virginia for Thanksgiving. After Nana and Grandpa passed, I never saw the farm again. It's funny the things you remember looking back on your youth. The head of the family always carved the turkey. I'm sure that would be common with most families. In my family though, that honor was always passed on to the oldest son, thus when Popo died, it passed to Grandpa. It was always a big deal when the oldest son was handed the carving knife for the 1st time. I always thought it was kind of spooky because that would be the last Thanksgiving the Patriarch would see; almost as if they knew their earthly race was nearly done. My father broke the tradition because he was a career Naval officer and we lived all over the world. However, when he handed over the carving knife to me at Thanksgiving of 2008, I had a feeling of deja vu. He crossed the River Jordon in March of '09. I've told you all this to explain how deep my memories are embedded with Thanksgiving. On Tuesday night before Thanksgiving our son calls to say he won't be here for the holiday. He and some college buddies are all meeting in Vail for a long ski weekend. I had already bought a 20 pound bird expecting my son to gorge himself as usual. Now it's Wednesday afternoon and I mentioned to Heather about it just being us for Thanksgiving, something that never happened to my Father, or Grand-Father or even my Great-Grand-Father. I had so many memories of the young sailors my Father would bring home on Thanksgiving. These young kids were usually away from home for the 1st time. Heather & I even "adopted" 2 recruits every year when the Naval Training Center was still in Orlando. They would spend their holidays with us before returning to base, just like my Dad did. Heather had that devilish gleam in her eye while she climbed onto my lap. "We don't have to be alone on Thanksgiving. I know a real nice guy who is going to be alone that day as well. Maybe we should invite him over for dinner?" "You have some new intern in your office? No, that can't be it, everyone there is local. Someone you have your eye on? I thought Sam was taking care of your needs?" "No, there's no one new and yes, Sam is taking care of me just fine. In fact, it is Sam. He'll be all alone for the 1st time in his life. I'd hate to think of him eating his Thanksgiving feast at Denny's." "What about his folks? They live in Daytona. Is he not invited there?" "They decided to take a cruise. He says his Mother told him that after cooking a big Thanksgiving meal for over 40 years, she was going to have some Chilean Sea Bass in Aruba for her feast. Its legal there you know. So, what do you say? Can we invite your friend over for dinner? I know you like to hear compliments about your turkey plus you'll have someone to watch football with later." "Sounds like you have it all figured out. I have a feeling though that you overlooked a couple of things. #1; I don't think he will be thinking about the thighs and breast on my turkey, although he will probably have those things on his mind. Secondly, I doubt you will let him sit and watch football with me, I'm sure you'll come up with a better game to play which is just as physical as football." "I'm sure in that witty perverted mind of yours that you have some cute euphemisms for the kind of games I'd like to play with Sam. Am I right?" "Well, I can think of a few." "Spill it Buster, what have you come up with?" "I figure you might want to "Dance around the Sam-pole" or play "Two-Hand Touch" and I'm pretty sure he'll want to play "Bury the Bone" or "Hide the Sausage"? Am I close?" Heather was laughing by the time I had finished. "I'm surprised you didn't mention a side course of Tube Steak and Tacos with cream sauce." "Seriously though, go ahead and invite him. Make sure he knows how deep my traditions are concerning this holiday. You know the details so mention that as well. I doubt I'll be involved in any playing, so you might have to introduce him to creampie eating. I saw him clean your mouth of the rest of his cum the other night, so that might be something for you to explore with him. I won't have our family traditions disrupted so make sure he understands that he will be watching "Miracle on 34th Street" with us. You should also mention I'll need some help on Friday bringing all the Christmas decorations out. Call it payment for the meal and for the "entertainment." "We already talked about that a bit. He said it didn't bother him much because there wasn't much there, but he wouldn't want to do it on a steady basis. He also said eating a creampie was out of the question. On that subject, have you given any thoughts to ...?" "Being your panty clad bitch again? Yes, I have been thinking about it. I do miss being involved but I'm just not ready yet. Let's get through this holiday & see how things go." I left Heather to her phone call to Sam and I headed over to Rob's to have a beer. We talked a bit about football & how bad a season the Gators were having. Since he was Seminole fan, he wasn't as upset about it as I was. The big FL-FSU game was on Saturday & we always watched it together. I asked him about his holiday plans and found out he was going to his sister's house for Thanksgiving. I told him if he got back early enough to come over for a drink. I also asked if he could help me haul all the Christmas decorations from the shed to the front yard & inside the house on Friday. He knew I couldn't do it all by myself so he readily agreed to help out. I was just starting to tell Him about Heather's birthday surprise when we heard the screen being opened on the sliding glass door in the dining room. We heard Heather call out, "Hey! Where are you guys?" I hollered back, "We're in the living room." Heather came strolling into the room with her million dollar smile, brightening the room instantly. "Aw, shucks, I was hoping to walk in on something good happening over here." I stood up and gave her a light kiss on the lips. "Sorry, Babe, we're talking about weekend plans & football." Rob had stood up as well. Heather was on her way to sit on the couch with Rob when he took her hand and pulled her toward him. He led her hand up to his shoulder and wrapped his hands around her waist. His kiss was a lot more involved than mine was. His hands were sliding up & down her back, squeezing her ass and going back to her waist. I'm not sure who was doing the grinding, but both their crotches were moving in sync. Rob broke the kiss & looked at me with panic in his eyes. "Dave, I'm sorry, I got carried away. I would never do anything to jeopardize our friendship. Heather, please forgive me for forcing myself on you. It's just been so long since we were together & I know you're playing again." "Hold on Stud. You didn't "force" yourself on me. Did you see me struggle to get away? The only reason we haven't gotten together is I've been busy and before you say or think it, yes, Sam has been keeping me busy as well. That doesn't mean I can't see you from time to time. We're still working through the new rules that Dave has, which you were a big part of establishing if you'll recall." "OK, calm down, both of you. Rob, you're my closest & best friend. You haven't over-stepped the line. Heather seemed to enjoy your attention, so I have no problem. The fact you were concerned about your actions speaks volumes to me. That was respect and I appreciate that. You & Heather can play anytime the two of you want to. The rule still stands though; I want to know in advance, not after the fact. With all that said, you two can do what you want. I'm going to get another beer." I took my time getting the beer. It was only around the corner in the kitchen, but I opened the fridge slowly, grabbed a fresh one, took a few slow sips, took my time rinsing my empty can, slowly tossed my empty into the recycling container and headed back to the living room. A 45 second trip was dragged out to about 5 minutes. I wasn't surprised at the scene when I walked back in. Heather was wearing just her panties. Rob was barefoot and shirtless. Heather was on her knees in front of him pulling down his pants and underwear at the same time. Rob saw me but Heather didn't. I smiled at Rob & gave him a thumbs-up. As I was sitting down, Rob leaned forward and kissed my wife, passionately. As he parted from her hungry lips, he directed her head toward his rock hard cock. She didn't resist in the least. She inhaled his cock without hesitation, not her usual style. She generally likes to tease a cock before it is allowed the pleasure of her mouth. She gave his cock a through tongue lashing that would have made Linda Lovelace proud for about 5 minutes. I could see he was getting close. He finally grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up onto the couch. In a single movement, as she was standing up, he spun her around and laid her on her back, along the couch. He crawled up her body quicker than goose shit through a tin horn. He started at her mouth and made a total inspection of the front of her sweating heaving body. I can't blame him for spending so much time on her lovely breast and those hard sensitive nipples. The arching of her back proved that she liked that attention. Those washboard abs got a lot of attention as well. I saw a trail of saliva from her breast to her navel, with a little pool of it resting in her "innie". He used good time management. As he slide down toward her treasure box, he was slipping her panties down as well. His mouth broke contact with her hot body long enough to pull her panties off her feet. I don't think he meant to, but when he tossed them over his shoulder, they landed at my feet. Rob was now the one on his knees, between Heather's widely spread legs. Apparently, he wasn't in the mood for teasing either. He did a nosedive, literally, into her hot , wet and willing pussy. I couldn't see from my angle, but I sure could hear all the lapping and slurping that he was doing. Heather's reactions confirmed he was doing a good job exciting her further. By this time, Heather had grabbed his head and was face fucking the poor guy with everything she had. Somehow, I don't think he was going to complain. I saw it building and soon enough, she went rigid, trying to shove his abused face inside her. She was still inert when he got up and picked her up by her hips to swing them around onto the couch. He hooked one leg over his shoulder while he grabbed her other leg behind her knee. As he was kissing her tenderly, she started to gather her wits. That was the first time she noticed I was there. She gave me that smile I fell in love with a full score ago. She grabbed his head and kissed him hard. I saw her licking her own juices off his face, something that always turned me on. I watched her hand slide down to find his hard man pole. There was no pretense, she just pulled it to her ever ready cunt. Rob was not going to refuse such an invitation. He slowly started sliding that hot hard rod into my hot horny wife. His diligence soon gave way to natural instinct. He started pumping faster & harder, goaded on by Heather's pants & moans. Then just as quick as he had started, he stopped. He stood up while holding both of Heather's hands. They kissed for a minute before Rob sat back down on the couch, pulling Heather onto his lap, facing him. I could tell by their position that Rob was rubbing his cock along her pussy and sucking on her luscious tits. It was hard to tell who was doing the rubbing. Both were bucking & humping. Heather was holding on to Rob with only her hands around his neck while he feasted on her tits. Rob's hands were busy caressing her perfect ass. I saw more than heard, Rob whisper in her ear. She reached back and got a firm grip on his cock. She was on her knees straddling his cock, but she straightened up enough to slip it back in her pussy. It was a bit comical to watch her hair fly around. She was slamming down as hard as she could while Rob was thrusting up as hard as he could. The result was her hair bouncing like a Mexican Jumping Bean. I wish I could have watched her tits during that battle. Heather let out a long moan and collapsed against Rob's chest. Rob slowed his attack but didn't stop. Heather regained her senses enough to say something to Rob. He helped her stand up long enough to turn around and sit back down on his still rigid cock. She spread her legs as wide as she could and aimed that fuck stick back home. She just leaned back and let Rob do all the work this time. Rob was just slowly sliding it in & out of her honey pot. Heather looked at me, smiled, and blew me a kiss. It was so hot to watch when she dropped her hand down to feel his pumping in & out. Then she did something I had never seen her do. I'm sure she might have done it before, but I had never witnessed it. She started playing with her very engorged clit while Rob sawed into that sweet hole. Sure, I had seen her use a vibrator and even a dildo in our play, but never her hand. I had had all I could take. I got up and walked the few feet to stand in front of her. I leaned over her and kissed her deep and hard while trying to massage her tits. Rob's hands were already there but he moved them to give me a shot. I sank to my knees and sucked in one and then the other hard nipple. I squeezed her ass as I kissed her belly on my way to her love box. I watched for few seconds as Rob kept up his slow deliberate pace of sawing in & out. I stuck out my tongue started licking her slimy fingers, just an inch from that hard cock. She shoved her fingers in my mouth and stared at me, unsure of what I was going to do. I leaned in and took over for her fingers, using my tongue. I licked and sucked on that hard clitty, trying to match the intensity of Heather's movements. Her hands found my head and she cemented it to her pussy, riding it with gusto. With her grinding her hips so wildly, she inadvertently put my face across his cock a few times. Rob noticed the change in Heather's movements and resumed his balls deep assault on her womanhood. I figured, what the hell, in for a penny, in for a pound. I put her hand back where she had it and started licking Rob's wet cock. Heather was in a constant orgasm now, one after another. When Rob let out a growl and stiffened, Heather screamed out loud. Such a sight to watch both of them twitching and jerking about. They laid there for a few minutes and I just sat & watched the afterglow of two people that were completely sated in their carnal desires. Rob's cock was still inside that warm velvet glove but it was deflating. Their lust may have been strong, but it was no match for the power of Gravity. As they say, what goes up must come down. Same holds true for a hard erect cock. Once it softened, it slipped out, followed by a stream of white foamy cum. I got up quickly and stepped over to them. I pulled my hanker-chief out of my pocket and covered her red, swollen and abused nether lips. I took her hand and covered the kerchief to keep it in place. I gave Heather a very soft kiss and turned around. "It would seem you two enjoyed yourselves. I'm going home. I have to get the turkey in the brine to soak overnight. Take your time. Rob, don't worry about what happened earlier. I think we understand each other just fine. And you my hot little vixen, I'm looking forward to some alone time with you later. Try not to be too long Honey." Heather came back about 15 minutes later. I had just finished rubbing the spices on the bird and was in the middle of washing the big stew pot I had borrowed from the Moose Lodge. It's a big boy, almost 2' wide and over 2' high. It's too big for our kitchen sink, so I was out at the pool rinsing it out. It was clean when I got it, but it hadn't been used in a while, so I wanted to rinse off any dust that might have accumulated. She sashayed up to me just as I was wiping it dry. She gave me a very deep kiss and whispered "Thank you", into my ear. I kissed her back with equal intensity. She stepped back and announced, "I need to go freshen up a bit before I show you how grateful I am, unless you want to come with me and do it yourself." "No, that's OK; I need to finish up here. If you really want to thank me, when you come back, be dressed the way I like and you can try to blow some new life into my tired old soldier." I was smiling at her as I went back to drying the pot. I gave Heather a love pat on her sexy ass as she headed to the bedroom & I headed toward the kitchen. I put the bird in the pot & filled it with water. The pot was designed with a locking lid so it could be transported without spilling. It was way too heavy for me to carry, so I just pushed it to the back of the counter. I had just sat down to watch a new movie I had recorded off the TV when she came back. She was a vision to behold. She had fixed her hair and had applied a little make-up. The best part was the G-string and 4" heels she was wearing. They were the best part because, that was all she wearing. She had a devilish grin as she walked over with her hands behind her back. "I'm feeling a bit naughty right now. I know you're not my bitch, but I want to do something we haven't done in a few years. I'm getting wet just thinking about it. Will you let me indulge myself? We can stop whenever you tell me, but I really want to play some. If you don't want to play, I'll just give you the same boring blow job you're used to." "You sure know how to entice a guy. Of course I'll play, what do you have in mind?" She was really smiling now. "Take off your shirt and slide forward on the couch. She spread my knees and she stepped between them. She bent over and kissed me. She handed me the blindfold we have in our drawer of toys. "Put this on and no peeking." Once I had it in place, she pulled my ponytail and forced my face upward. I felt her soft breast rubbing across my face. She put a nipple to my lips and I started licking and sucking on it. She pulled it back and slipped the other one into my mouth. I smelled dried saliva on her tits, realizing she hadn't cleaned Rob's spit off her breast when she freshened up. She grabbed my hand as I was reaching for her tit. I felt the cold steel of the handcuffs we used to use, click around my wrist. "Hands behind your back Baby. I just fixed my hair & I don't want it messed up." She pushed me forward, with my face against her belly, reaching over me to cuff my hands together. "One last thing Honey, then we can have some fun." I didn't know what she had in mind until she pinched my nose closed. I had to open my mouth to breathe. That's when she pushed the gag into my mouth. The same gag we have used for several years. It is shaped like a cock head, with a small hole in the center to help with breathing. After she had strapped it in place, she gave me a quick peck on the nose. "Now remember, if you want to stop playing, all you have to do is tell me to let you go and I will quit sucking your cock and licking your balls and ass." As she was saying that, she was kneeling in front of me, taking off my pants. Once she had my boxers off, she sweetly said, "Lift up your ass Baby, we don't want any skid marks on the couch, do we?" She spread them out and I felt her hand pushing me back down. Cuckold Chronicles 15; Sam Pt 4 The next sensation I felt was her hot breath on my groin, then her wet tongue on my inner thighs, right next to my balls. Her fingernails were dragging across my belly, down my thighs and finally, ever so lightly, the length of my cock, which was surprisingly getting hard, not rock hard of course, but noticeably hard for me. Finally, after 10 excruciating minutes, I felt her tongue on my cock; sliding up the shaft, then back down in a different place, just to repeat the movement again and again. She pushed my knees further apart and started on my balls. As her lips were kissing below my balls, she pushed my knees up a little and shoved her tongue into my ass, swirling all around my rosebud. I was squirming around quite a bit. Heather started stroking my cock, kissing just the head. She moved up and kissed my belly, swirling her tongue in and around my navel. She moved up and kissed my nipples, pinching one and licking the other, then reversing the action to the other one. She straightened up and leaned forward so she could rub her breast against my chest. She whispered in my ear, in that very sexy husky voice, "Are you trying to tell me something Honey? I'm sorry, I can't understand you. OH, silly me, that's right, you have a gag in your mouth. Do you want me to stop?" I shook my head furiously. She slid back down to my cock, laying her head on my thigh while she continued to kiss and lick my straining member. "Sensory deprivation is a very powerful tool you know. There is a reason why it is so effective as an interrogation technique. In our situation though, it creates an enigma for you I suppose. Your other senses are working overtime to make up for your lack of sight. I also know how much you like to watch me with a cock in my mouth. You always get so excited watching that. So I'll leave it up to you. Do you want to watch me finish you off or do you want to keep wondering where my tongue is going next? It's real simple, either nod your head or shake your head. Do you want me to take off the blindfold?" My mind was waging a battle of wills. She was right about everything. The anticipation of where she going next or what she was going to do was maddening. On the other hand, I really love to watch her suck a cock. Before I realized it, I was shaking my head no. She didn't say anything for a while. She was concentrating on making me cum. She was a woman on a mission, sucking, licking, pinching my nipples, massaging my balls. I never knew where the next contact would be. She had to know I was getting close by the jerking of my hips and my jagged breath. Out of habit, I tried to warn her I was going to cum, but it came out as a muffled grunt. Heather stopped her movements and just held the head with her lips. That was rather strange because she doesn't usually take it in her mouth. She likes the cum on her tits or belly so she can rub it in. She sat there with my cock in her mouth while I caught my breath. I collapsed back against the couch, completely spent. I felt movement and then Heather's weight as she straddled my hips. Somewhere during this 45 minutes of the best blow job I have ever had, Heather had removed her panties. She was now rocking back & forth against my deflated cock, grinding her hips like a lap dance. She put her hands gently on my face and removed the blindfold. She kissed me lightly on the cheek as she reached around and unbuckled the gag. She started smiling as she left the gag in my mouth but grabbed my hair to pull my head back. Her free hand pulled out the gag as she rose up on her knees. She put 2 fingers to my lips. She slipped them into my mouth as I puckered to kiss them. I sucked on them for a few seconds till she started to pull them out. She spread her fingers as they came into view, effectively opening my mouth. When she leaned forward I realized she still had all my cum in her mouth. She gave a slight smile as she leaned down. I thought she was going to kiss me but she surprised me again by opening her mouth about 5" above my face. A mixture of cum and saliva began to drip onto my waiting tongue and into my mouth. Since it was about a 50-50 mix of spit & cum, I guess it would be called a sleetball instead of a snowball. Once her mouth was empty, she gave me a very passionate kiss. After she removed the handcuffs, she nuzzled her face to my neck, kissing me lightly. I was running my hands along her back and ass, just savoring the moment. "What made you want to play like this? Still worked up a bit after your romp with Rob?" "Actually, you gave me the idea. When we were talking earlier, you said you had been thinking about being my Bitch again. When you starting sucking on my clit while Rob was fucking me, I took that as a sign. As soon as you began licking his cock as it hammered my pussy, I knew that you were ready. So I took a chance and decided to see how you would react. It seemed you liked it, yes?" "Yes I did. But that doesn't mean I'm ready to go back to what we were doing, not yet at least. Let's put this on the back burner for now. How bout we go out to eat? We don't want any left-overs tonight. Just something light. I've got a big day tomorrow & I need to hit the rack early. What do you say to that?" "I say that's a great idea, but instead of going out, why don't you just get a couple subs from Subway? Easy meal, no clean up required and no left overs." "Capital idea, my dear, capital idea." (insert cheesy British accent here) I got the subs and we enjoyed a quiet evening watching A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving. I decided to take a shower so I wouldn't have to do it in the morning, finally heading for bed around 9 O'clock, because 5 AM comes mighty early. Heather was on the phone with Sam when I kissed her goodnight. She asked if she could tell Sam about our activity earlier & I said sure, just not to try & pressure me into anything. I slept like a log, aside from having to get up to pee a couple of times. I was already stirring when the alarm went off. I shut it off quickly so as not to disturb Heather. After slipping on my robe, I made my way to the kitchen. I turned on the coffee pot and the oven. I went to the freezer & took out 2 of the 4 pies I was going to bake. These were going to the VFW to help out with their Thanksgiving dinner they served to the community. I set about prepping the turkey. I wish I could say I have some family recipes that have been handed down for generations, but I don't. In fact, I broke from the traditions. Since time immortal, the pies and the stuffing have all been made from scratch by my male ancestors. The menfolk always made the pies & stuffing, plus cooking the bird. The womenfolk were in charge of everything else. Well, Heather and I are not that competent in the kitchen. So it's Mrs. Smith frozen pies and Stove Top stuffing for us. The hard part on preparing the turkey was already done; the seasonings. All that was left was cleaning the gizzards out and salvaging the spices from the water. Once the bird is out of the pot, there is a little over a gallon of brine left. It isn't wasted. Some goes into the pot Heather will use later for the potatoes, some in the pot to boil up the gizzards, and the rest in the pan to make 5 boxes of Stove Top Turkey stuffing. We use the same water from the gizzards to make the gravy. An hour later the house is starting to smell good with a combination of cherry and mincemeat pies along with the stuffing and boiling gizzards. The pies are cooling on the countertop and the turkey is in the oven. I set the timer on the oven for 30 minutes. I know it isn't necessary to baste every 30 minutes, but my Dad did it, as did his Dad and his before him. They always had a child or grand-child help them. This year I didn't have either to help me. I guess I could always get my wife's boyfriend to do it. No, somehow that doesn't seem to fit into our family tradition. I got dressed and turned on the TV to ABC. I like to watch the behind the scenes reports about the Macy's Parade and I really like GMA's coverage of the parade. As I came back in with my morning paper, the timer went off; 1st basting of the day. I was on my 2nd cup of coffee when Heather came out of the bedroom. I may be biased, but she even looked sexy with her hair messed up, wearing a big fluffy robe and big slippers that looked like tennis shoes, orange and blue of course. "You sure know how to make a house smell good Babe." "I think all the credit goes to Mrs. Smith and Stove Top, but I'll take what I can get honey." "Fair enough; I'm getting coffee, you need some?" "Just top it off if you will. I'll meet you on the porch. I was just about to go out for a smoke. I'll leave the door open for you." I had just lit my cigar when she came out with both cups of coffee. She sat hers down and handed me mine. Bracing her hands on the arm of my chair, she said, "Since you don't take sugar in your coffee, here's some sweetener for you." She smiled and gave me a deep kiss. "Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?" "For being you and letting Sam come over today. I want you to know, Sam and I had a long talk last night after you went to bed. We don't want to make the same mistakes we did last time he was here for a meal. Remember that day, when he came over for the football game. It ended in disaster." "I remember it well. This is different from that though. You have been seeing him for a while now. The last time, we were still on hiatus from playing with others. That is in the past now. I know you will end up in bed with him at some point. I expect there will be a lot of kissing and touching as well. I doubt if I will join in, but we'll have to see how things go. All I ask is that you respect my feelings about this day. You know how important this is to me. We have a strict time table. The meal is served at 2. We dress for dinner, we eat on time and we watch the movie at 7. Any other "activities" the two of you have planned will have to work around that. Am I asking too much?" "OH God, no. If anyone is asking for too much, it's me. I'm so happy you allow me the freedom to play like this. I took you for granted once; I swear it won't ever happen again." "You don't have to keep apologizing for that. It's done with. What time is Sam supposed to be here?" "He said he'd be here around 11, is that okay?" "Sounds good to me, I'm going to run the pies over to the VFW around 10. How long do you need to make the mashed potatoes, gravy and green beans?" "And the Cranberry sauce, don't forget the Cranberry sauce. I'd say about an hour from start to finish. Somewhere in there, I need to shower and get dressed. I'll take over the kitchen at 1." "You could go ahead and take your shower now, get it out of the way." "I was hoping I could wait till after 11 for the shower, if you don't mind." Heather had a hopeful smile that she was trying to hide; unsuccessfully, I might add. I smiled back, understanding what she wanted to do. "Is this your way of saying you have some spots you can't reach by yourself in the shower? Perhaps an itch that needs to be scratched? Have you discussed this with Sam, or are you going to lay in wait and spring it on him?" "We haven't discussed it, but I don't think he'll mind, do you?" "No, I don't think he'll mind. As I remember, we used to have a lot of fun in the shower. I'm guessing you don't want to just come out & say, "let's take a shower together, Sam.", so let me know when you come up with a plan to get him into the shower, I might be able to help get him in there. In the meantime, I'm going to baste the turkey and read the paper. The parade starts at 9. Are you going to watch it with me?" "I'll watch it from time to time, but you know I don't care to watch the whole thing. I have some things I need to do this morning. I still haven't decided what I want to wear. It has to be classy but sexy; revealing yet proper; conventional but also accessible. I don't want to overdress, I see what you are wearing and I told Sam to wear slacks and a dress shirt. You guys have it so easy when it comes to making a good impression." "What if I take the pies over earlier, say around 8? When I get back, I can help you pick out your clothes, if you like. You always said I had an eye for fashion." "I'd like that a lot. I always got hot when you would pick out sexy clothes for me to wear when I was meeting my lover. Is this another sign that you want to do something?" "Don't read too much into this. I just want to help you make your decision. I need to read my paper before I go. Those guys at the VFW love to talk about the news and I have to be prepared so I can carry on an intelligent conversation with them." Heather went back into the house while I read the paper. I finished up & went in to baste the bird again. I hollered to Heather that I was leaving & would be back in about an hour. I got back just as the parade was starting. I put it on pause and went to find Heather. She was sitting at her make-up table, doing her nails. It was a very pretty color, almost mother-of-pearl. "Did you make any headway on your outfit?" "No, there are several choices, but I can't decide." "Let's keep it simple, just a skirt & blouse." I went to her closet & pulled out a black flared skirt. I knew it came down to about 4" above her knee. The romantic in me was thinking it showed off those beautiful toned legs of hers while still allowing for easy access if needed. I picked out a pink silk blouse that buttoned up the front. I held them up for Heathers approval. While I was doing this I thought about Heather's comment. Was I giving unintended signals that I wanted to return to my Limp Dick status? I thought back to all the times, as her Bitch, that I had been ordered to pick out the clothes that her lover was going to take off her. Is this what they call a Freudian slip? I'll have to re-visit these thoughts later. I realized Heather had said something. "Helllllllo? Earth to Dave?" "Sorry Honey, my mind was somewhere else for a minute. What did you say?" "I said, "That looks great. I also asked what I was going to wear underneath. Should I go practical, sexy or commando?" "Oh, er, sexy, always sexy." "It seems like something is bothering you. You sure you're ok with what we're doing today?" "No, no, everything's fine. I was just thinking about other things. I'm fine with today." "If you're sure, would you be a dear and pick out my panties & bra, my nails are still wet?" I noticed Heather had a slight smile as I opened her lingerie drawer. I picked out a light pink set with string bikini panties & what I call a shelf bra. I'm sure it has a real name, but it sets her breast on a shelf so to speak. There is no cup, just a wire ½ cup to hold them up, leaving her nipples exposed. I laid those on the bed next to the skirt & blouse. I heard the timer go off in the kitchen so I turned to leave. "Am I going barefoot? Get my black heels out of the closet, the 2" ones." I stopped & got her shoes, putting them on the floor by her clothes. I went to leave again, noticing Heather smiling again. I basted the turkey again and sat down to watch the parade. The great thing about a DVR is skipping through the commercials. I decided to make myself a Bloody Mary while I watched the parade. Isn't it strange how a smell or taste can bring back such strong memories? As I took my 1st sip, I was once again 15 and on a camping trip with my Dad, just the 2 of us. Dad woke me at 5 AM to go fishing. When I came back from my morning piss, Dad had 2 Bloody Marys sitting in front of him. I didn't know what they were of course. I had never seen a drink with a stalk of celery sticking out of it. Dad explained that this was the drink of men on special occasions. It was also something that Mom didn't need to know about. I remember asking what are considered special occasions. I never realized my Dad was so sentimental. His list included; Christmas mornings watching the kids open their presents, the morning after a new child was born and spending the weekend with his son on a camping trip. I didn't know what to do, so I picked it up and started sucking on the celery, thinking it was a straw. When Dad finally stopped laughing he explained it was there to use as a swizzle stick, to keep the V-8 (he didn't like straight tomato juice) and the vodka from separating. I don't drink a Bloody Mary very often, but when I do, I can't help but think of my Dad & missed him even more. For the next hour, Heather passed through from time to time, sometimes stopping to watch a performer or watch a balloon go by. She decided to peel the potatoes in advance & put them in the seasoned water to soak. Just as the parade was ending, the doorbell rang. I started to get up but Heather beat me to it. It took her several minutes to bring Sam into the living room. I could see that both had red lips and Sam had a very noticeable bulge in his pants. I got up to greet him and he handed me a bottle. "I wasn't sure what kind of wine goes with turkey so I got a bottle of bourbon instead. I hope that's all right?" "Sure that's just fine, but you didn't have to bring anything. You're our guest." "I know, but I was taught it was proper to bring something to the host, even if it's a box of toothpicks." Heather came back in from taking the bottle to the bar. "I'll leave you two to discuss proper etiquette. I'm going to take my shower & get dressed." Heather came to me & gave me a soft kiss. She went to Sam and gave him a much more intense kiss, and then walked into the bedroom, swaying her hips a little more than usual. Sam & I chatted a few minutes about family traditions & how his folks were doing on their cruise. We had been talking for about 10 minutes when we heard Heather call out; "Hey Baby, I forgot my body wash. I left it on my make-up table. Can you get it for me?" "Sure Hon, I'll be there in a minute." "Sam, I think she's talking to you." "What makes you say that?" "Does she ever call you Baby?" "Sure, usually when we're, er, you know, in bed." "Well, in 22 years of marriage, she has never called me Baby, it's always Babe, Honey, Sweetie etc.; never Baby. Now get in there, she's waiting on you." Sam didn't need a second invitation, he had been looking for my blessing and he had it. He was off like a shot. "Sam? We just cleaned the carpet in the bedroom. Take off your shoes before you go in there." Since I wasn't in there, Heather will take over this narrative from her viewpoint. Heather's Story I was so excited. I swung my hips a bit more than necessary as I headed to the bedroom. I know I wasn't a walking wet dream the way I was dressed. I was in my lounging clothes, loose fitting sweats and tenny's. Nothing hot or sexy; just the look I wanted Sam to see when he got here. I started the shower and took my bottle of body wash and sat it on my make-up table. I grabbed my clothes off the bed & hung them in the closet. I left the bedroom & bathroom doors open, setting the stage for my attack. I washed my hair first to get that out of the way. It feels great to have someone wash your hair, but a horny man just doesn't give it the care it needs. You ladies know what I'm talking about. With my hair washed and conditioned, it was time to lure the fly into my web. I poked my head out the corner of the curtain and yelled, "Hey Baby, I forgot my body wash. I left it on my make-up table. Can you get it for me?" About a minute later, I heard Sam's voice say, "Here you go Baby, need any help with this?" I'm glad Dave picked up on my choice of words when I called out. I threw open the shower curtain & grabbed Sam by both wrist, pulling him, clothes & all, into the shower with me. Sam was struggling to stay out of the water. I was wondering if I misread the situation until I saw him take off his watch & toss it out the shower. He did the same with his phone & wallet. It was a free-for-all after that. Sam was grabbing me in for a kiss; I was trying to get his clothes off. We have a big seat built into the shower. It's a 2x2 square. It's not as easy as you might think to take off a man's wet clothes. The biggest problem was pulling his mouth off my tits and his fingers out of my hot twat to take off his pants and boxers. Cuckold Chronicles 15; Sam Pt 4 I sat him down on the seat and knelt down to take off his socks. Somehow, while I was kneeling in front of him, his cock found its way into my mouth. I'm still not sure whose idea that was. It certainly didn't need any stimulation from me to get hard. I had him slide forward so his ass was on the corner of the seat. We still hadn't said a word to each other, there wasn't any need. Now came the tricky part. I stepped up on the seat, straddling his face. Of course, his tongue dove right into my hot box. Instinct set in for both of us. He grabbed my ass and I grabbed his shoulders. As I bent my knees, his hands slid up my back, supporting me while my hands went around his neck. I was slipping my feet toward the back of the seat so I could sit on his lap facing him. I finally sat down wrapping my legs around his waist. His hard cock was lying on his firm belly. I started rocking my hungry cunt up & down the length of that hard piece of manhood. I was kissing him hard when I noticed he was reaching for something. I leaned back & noticed he had found the forgotten bottle of body wash. I watched him point it my chest and make an X from my shoulders to my hips. He pulled me in close and started rubbing his chest against mine. I felt the lotion hitting my back. His hands began moving all over, working it into a light lather. I took the bottle from him and did the same to his back. While I was lathering up his back, his slipped his hand between us & straightened out his hard fuck stick. On my next upward slide, his glorious hard cock slid into my needy honey pot. I was impaled & loving it. I was a-humpin' & a-jumpin', like a lizard on a hot road. Our tongues were in the battle for the ages. Sam surprised me when he started to stand up. He showed his strength when he stood up from a sitting position still holding me. He pinned me to the wall & REALLY started fucking me. I was in heaven, holding on for dear life. I was so close to cumming, it was building fast and I didn't want to stop it. I knew he was getting close as well. He started jerking erratically and grunting. I felt his hand sliding down. I thought he was going to drop me; I was still wrapped around his waist, 3 feet in the air after all. His slippery soapy hand didn't drop me; it found its way to my ass on my down stroke. As Sam gave one last hard stroke, his finger slipped into my sudsy ass. That threw me over the edge with a loud scream, followed by his loud yell. Sam renewed his pumping with his still hard cock. Now he had 2 fingers reaming my ass. I was cumming over & over. I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. I saw Dave walking out of the bathroom. I couldn't pay him any attention right now; I was getting the fucking of my life. I lost count of my orgasms around 6, but it might have been more. I couldn't hold on any longer. I slid my feet down to the floor, but before I could balance on both feet, he put his hand under one knee and bent it up, cradled in his elbow; never missing a beat. I was getting real sensitive by now. My pussy needed to rest. I put 1 hand on the hand holding up my leg and the other on his chest, gently pushing him back. I started going down to my knees to finish him off, but he stopped me. He spun me around, holding me tight against him. I felt his hard rod on my ass while he was giving my nipples some much needed attention. I had my head leaning back on his shoulder, my eyes were closed & I was enjoying be held & caressed by my lover. He started grinding against me, just gentle strokes at first. Everything down there was still slippery from the soap. He reached up and took down the shower massage. At the same time, he used his foot to spread my feet apart. In one movement, he leaned me over and aimed the showerhead at my well used pussy. How did he know about my little friend in the shower? I think I felt soft kisses starting at my shoulders and continuing to the small of my back, but to be honest with you, I had so many other sensations going on, I'm not sure. One sensation I am sure of, was the head of his cock slipping into my soap covered ass. It was very slow at first. Then it dawned on me. He wasn't fucking my ass, I was. With all my grinding & humping with my friend, Mr. Shower Massage, I was pushing back onto his cock, driving it deeper & deeper. When it finally bottomed out (no pun intended) Sam grabbed my hips and took over. He was pounding me good, oh so good. My knees were starting to weaken, it was getting harder to breathe and my arms were getting tired. Just when I thought I couldn't hold on any longer, I felt Sam's man pole stiffen as he slammed it in one last time. I felt his hot load coat my bowels with such force, more than I would have expected for his 2nd load in a ½ hour. That sent me reeling again. I was jerking & arching my back. Just as I started to fall to the floor, I felt Sam's strong arms wrapping around my waist. He gently lowered both of us to the floor. He turned us as we sat down so he was sitting on the floor with me on his lap, still impaled. We stayed like that for a few minutes, trying to catch our breath. Finally, the water started getting cold, so I managed to pull myself away. I turned around so I could turn up the hot water a little, hoping there was still some left in the tank. I was kneeling between Sam's legs, his back against the wall. I finally broke the silence. Believe it or not, neither of us had spoken since I ambushed him. All I could come up with was, "WOW!" Sam was just sitting there grinning at me. I grabbed the showerhead and the soap and proceed to clean his groin. I washed all my favorite parts & even returned the favor by giving him a quick jab up his ass for fun. I started to get up when he reached for my special shower friend. I pushed his hand away and squirted him in the face. "Uh uh Baby, I need to get cleaned up & dressed. I have a meal to prepare and you are a distraction, unless, of course, you want to eat that creampie you just put in my ass?" "UH, no, I think I better let you get ready by yourself." "I thought so. Dave was here a little bit ago. Did you see him?" "No I didn't. Did he seem upset? "I don't think so. All I saw was him walking out, but it seems he left some things for us. I see a beach towel on the floor; I guess we splashed some water out. I also see your watch, phone & wallet on the counter. I'm guessing that 5 gallon bucket is for your clothes. He also brought both, mine & his, bath robes in. This is interesting. I'll tell you about that later when we're alone, but for now, I need you to get your hard chiseled ass out of here so I can get cleaned and dressed." "Ok, I'm going. I've figured out I'm supposed to put my clothes in the bucket and wear his robe, but how do I get them dry?" "Go see Dave, he'll show you where the laundry room is & walk you through what you need to do. He's been doing our laundry for years. As a matter of fact, see if you can get him to do it for you. Don't push it though. This is a test of something I've been noticing lately. I'll fill you in later." "I think I know what you are doing. I'll see what I can do." Sam gave me a soft gentle kiss that started getting my motor running again. I regained my composure and pushed him away. I helped him put his clothes in the bucket and watched him put on Dave's robe, remembering fondly the last time another man wore his robe in front of him. {See Cuckold Chronicles: Damon} Ok, I'm back. I didn't want to get involved in her playtime. She was the one that set this scene in motion. I heard a lot of grunting and moaning so I snuck in, just wanting a peek. I didn't want to intrude. I looked into the bathroom just in time to see Sam stand up and pin her back to the wall. Heather had her legs around his back, holding on for dear life. I noticed quite a bit of water on the floor, so I went & grabbed a beach towel from the back porch. I picked up an empty 5 gallon bucket from the laundry room and went back to the shower. They didn't even notice me as I spread out the towel, sat down the bucket and picked up Sam's hastily discarded valuables and put them on the counter. I was just leaving when I heard Heather let out a scream that could only be the result of a massive orgasm. I closed the door behind me so she would see both our robes hanging on the door. I was hoping she would get the hint. I guess it was another 10 minutes or so later that I heard voices from the bathroom. They were muffled since I had closed the door. Sam came walking out looking rather sheepish. He always had that look on his face when he saw me right after fucking Heather. I thought it was kinda funny. "What do you have in the bucket Sam?" "Er, my clothes, they got wet." "Sam? Didn't your mother teach you to take off your clothes before you take a shower? You must have been in a hurry." I broke out laughing. I couldn't hold a straight face any more. "It wasn't my idea. Someone else was the one in a hurry. Anyway, she gave me your robe to wear and told me to bring my wet clothes to you. She said you would take care of drying them and bringing them back to me. I don't want to overstep my place here. You don't mind me lounging in your robe while you take care of my clothes, do you?" I was taken aback by his words. I don't know if it was his decision or Heather's to get me to dry his clothes, but I knew it was my decision to put an end to this. I looked at Sam and unbuckled my belt & unzipped my slacks, dropping them to the floor. "What am I wearing Sam?" "Boxers" "That's right. It was a nice try though. I'm not upset, but don't try to pressure me again. I don't mind you wearing my robe at all. You need something until your clothes are dry. Follow me & I'll show you where the laundry room is." I had him put the dripping clothes in the washer & showed him how to set it to the final spin, to wring out as much water as possible. "This will only take about 3-4 minutes. When it stops, throw them in the dryer and set the timer for 30 minutes. Push this button to start. It's simple. Now I'm going out back & I'm going to crack open that bottle of bourbon. I hope you'll join me once you put the clothes in the dryer." "We're going to talk about what Heather & I tried, aren't we?" "I'd count on it." I went to the bar & pulled out 2 tumblers. I checked out the bottle he brought: Jim Beam Black. It is a little higher quality bourbon than I usually buy. Sam showed he has class. Of course, he could have showed up with a bottle of Boone's Farm Strawberry Hill and would still been welcomed with open arms. I had just poured my drink when Sam came out. He had that look like a kid who had been sent to the Principles office. I gestured with the bottle & he held 3 fingers, close together much like a Boy Scout would, indicating he wanted 3 fingers. Yes, I've been in a lot of bars. I handed him his glass & sat down in my chair. I lit a cigar and leaned back to relax. I was very impressed with my 1st sip. This was Kentucky sippin' bourbon. To quote Col. Sherman Potter, "There aren't o's in smoooooth to describe this". "Excellent choice Sam, excellent. I know you're not much of a liquor drinker, so here's some advice. Sip, don't drink. This has to be savored." "Dave, you're killing me here, you're just killing me! You keep confusing me. I thought you wanted to be controlled again." "Relax Sam, have another sip of this excellent bourbon. I know you are new to the world of cuckolds. That is what I am. I don't have a problem with it. There are many levels to this lifestyle. If you had a regular 3some, you, a male friend and your girlfriend, that would be a degree of cuckoldry. Not all cuckold couples include dominance & humiliation in their play. Some cucks just like to watch, while others don't want to be there at all. Some wives like to make them watch, some don't. Some have their husbands find their lovers, some like to meet them on their own. Our level of cuckoldry has been called by some to be on the outer fringe, but it works for us. At least until lately. You see what I'm getting at?" "I didn't know all that about the lifestyle you lead. I thought it was just a woman that had sex with other men." "It is to a degree. The actual definition is "A married woman that has sex with men, other than her husband. Often with his knowledge and encouragement". Now, let me ask you a very frank question and I'd like an honest answer. No matter what you say, it won't affect your relationship with us. Do you really want to enter into a dominance and humiliation relationship with us? You really haven't experienced that with us yet. Do you think you can make fun of me, call me names and degrade me by telling me to do things that you wouldn't do yourself? You have proved you are a friend. I'm pretty sure Heather put you up to your antics a little while ago. I have been testing the 2 of you as much as she has been pushing me. I really miss being her bitch, but I believe I was taken for granted by "He-Must-Not-Be-Named". (Harry Potter reference) I won't allow that to happen again. So I'll ask again, can you handle what I am looking for & remember it is all role-play for us & you are a key player in the game." "Dave, I have to admit, this is a lot to absorb. I have been intrigued about this since I met Heather that night. Yes, I think I can do this & respect your limits. I know that didn't happen the last time, but I'm not him. I think it would be fun to try, but I might need some help knowing what to do and say." "That's what I'm here for Baby, among other things." We both looked over & saw Heather standing in the doorway. She was a vision to behold. She added black stockings to the outfit I selected for her. Her hair, make-up, pose, everything was like from a magazine. She came in front of me, put her hands on her hips and glared. I'm just spit-ballin' here but I guess she was mad. "Hey Babe, how long you been standing there? Would you like a drink? "Long enough to hear you say you want to be my bitch but you are making me suffer because of what Rick did? How long am I going to pay for that?" "I guess that means you don't want a drink. No, because of what both of you did. I'm over that now and I believe Sam & I have come to an understanding. He knows the mistakes that have been made. He's too smart to repeat them. I won't play any more games if you won't. I have a timeline for when I'm ready to resume that role again. This is starting to infringe on the holiday atmosphere and that isn't what I wanted. I'm going to baste the turkey and you have about a ½ hour before you have to start your part of the meal. So, would you like a drink?" "Dave? Before you go, can I say one thing and not start this whole discussion over again?" "Sure Honey, you can say anything." "The next time you're in panties, I'm going to paddle your ass like I've never done it before. I'm sure Sam will want to get a few licks in as well." "I love you too, Honey." I took care of my chores and came back out to finish my drink & cigar. They were sitting there talking on the loveseat. Sam had his arm around her shoulder and she had her hand on his thigh, nothing sexual, just relaxing and enjoying themselves. We heard the buzzer go off on the dryer. Sam got up to get his clothes, Heather decided to start in the kitchen and I figured I'd set the table. You have to walk through the kitchen to get to the laundry room, so I wasn't surprised to see the kitchen empty. I was surprised by the sight I found in the laundry room. Sam had his shirt on, unbuttoned, and his socks, that's all. Heather was kneeling in front of him holding his underwear as he stepped into them. I guess she was helping him keep his balance with his cock in her mouth. I wasn't expecting this considering the 45 minute shower they shared not even an hour ago. I decided not to bother them so I started setting out the good china on the table. Five minutes later, they came into the kitchen. Sam was completely dressed, sans his shoes. I noticed a drop of cum at the corner of her mouth. I walked over and scooped up with my finger. I slipped it into her mouth as Sam stepped up behind her. He slid his hands under her arms and onto her heaving breast. I slide my hands around her waist and pulled her in for a deep kiss. She started moaning from the dual action of my hands squeezing her ass and Sam's expert attention to her love pillows. "MMM, I could get used to this kind of sandwich." "Be careful what you wish for Honey, you just might get it". "And wouldn't that be awful! Now, both of you, out of my kitchen. I have work to do". Sam & I made a hasty retreat to the back porch. We talked a little about how he should act when I was in panties, what was off-limits and what he was expected to do. I fixed us both another drink and was just about to light my cigar when I heard the timer for the turkey. We both went to the kitchen to take it out of the oven. I laid the lid to the roasting pan on the oven door and carefully slid the pan with the bird into the lid. I asked Sam to pick it up and put it on the counter. I closed the door & Sam went over to Heather, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Anything I can do to help?" "You can start by taking your hands off me. This is a work area, not a play area". She turned her head and gave him a quick kiss to show she was kidding. "If you're serious though, there are 2 cans of cranberry sauce in the fridge. I need them opened and sliced. You can also check the green beans, make sure they aren't sticking to the pan. You can spray the cookie sheet and put the rolls on it. Turn up the water for the gravy. Hand me the butter & milk while you're in the fridge. Still want to help or do you want to keep out of the way?" "I get the message, I'll do the cranberry for you." I was the smart one. I knew she was in her element, she was on a roll. If I have to go in the kitchen during this time, I make sure not to interfere. I showed Sam where the egg slicer was so he could slice up the cranberry. After that, I made my strategical retreat to the back porch. Heather came out 15 minutes later to tell me we had about 10 minutes. I got the 2 pies from the freezer and headed inside. I put the bird on the platter & put it on the table. Everything was set except for the rolls and our drinks. As I was bringing in the carving knife & fork, Sam was bringing in drinks for all 3 of us. Heather had gone to freshen up before dinner. She came back in just as the timer went off for the rolls. As Heather took out the rolls, I was putting the pumpkin & apple pies in the oven. We were finally ready to sit down to our Thanksgiving feast. Dinner was a success. Everything was wonderful, including the conversation. Sam kept thanking us for inviting him and complimenting both of us on the food. We followed the tradition set down by our forefathers. All 3 of us ate way too much. We knew we would all be munching for the rest of the day, so we left everything on the table. We retired to the back porch for our after-dinner drinks & in my case, my cigar. We chatted about different things for about a ½ hour. I decided to go inside & watch the game. Heather & I are Dolphin fans & Sam liked the Bucs. Since neither of our teams were playing, we weren't all that excited about the games. Sam & Heather stayed on the porch talking. The game was at the beginning of the 2nd quarter when I turned it on. It would seem I hadn't missed much since the score was zip-zip starting the 2nd period. I fully intended to watch the game so I could relax from that fine meal, but circumstances were against me. It was a combination of the early hour I got up, the alcohol I had consumed , the amount of food I had eaten and the pesky enzyme that is in turkey (I can never remember the name of it) that only allowed me to see about 5 minutes of the game.