11 comments/ 18507 views/ 2 favorites Cuckold Chronicles: Sam Pt. 01 By: deltonaman2man Cuckold Chronicles: Sam Part 1 Is Dave getting a backbone? We didn't talk much on the way home. There are a couple of reasons for that. First of all, I like to measure what I say, to make sure it is taken the way I intend it to be taken. The second reason is I'm crazy about Krystal's hamburgers. There isn't a Krystal's near us, so anytime I drive by one, I have to get a bagful. Anyway, we chatted a little bit, but neither of us broached the subject of the last 24 hours. Our main topic was the food we were eating at 75 MPH. I tell you, the Krystal burgers, which we affectionately call Belly Bombs, are so good, I think my tongue gets hard. I'll never understand why Heather likes their fries so much. Everyone knows Mickey D's has the best fast food fries, right? I pulled into the Park-N-Ride and waited for her to pull out. Our exit is the next one down on I-4, so she was right behind me for the last 8 miles of the trip. We got home and I carried her bags into the house & into our bedroom so she could unpack. As she was walking in, I told her I was going out to relax in the pool and that I'd make us some drinks and I hoped she would join me. Usually, when we were alone, we would be skinny dipping, but I made sure she would notice I was wearing my swim trunks. Since Heather was already in her bikini, I figured she would get the hint. Although we weren't sitting at a Tiki Bar on the beach, I was in the mood for some Mojitos, so I fixed up a batch. I put the beaker in the inflatable bar, sliced up a lime, filled the ice compartment and grabbed 2 pool friendly glasses and went to the table in the pool. I was just pouring my 2nd one when Heather came out in all her splendor. With her usual flair, I do believe it is unintentional, she slinked, yes I said slinked, out of her sarong and heels. She saw me pouring her drink, dove in the water and swam over to the table. "MMM, good choice Babe, this is very refreshing. Are you trying to get me liquored up so you can say what you want to say?" "What makes you so sure I have something to say or that I need to get you drunk before I say it?" "Well geesh, Mr. History major, maybe because we just drove ½ ways from Daytona to Tampa and I didn't have to hear about Ponce de Leon, the Fountain of Youth and the fact no one ever talks about Andrew Jackson be the only Governor of Florida to be President or the only President to be a POW. HMMMMM let me think. We've been together 25 years, married for 21 and you don't think I can read your moods? Don't even try to blame it on the Belly Bombs." We were both laughing by the time she finished her speech. I filled both our glasses and thought about how I should explain my problem. As in the past, Heather already had a pretty good idea. "OK, spill it Buster, it's about Rick & last night, right?" "Alright, I guess you do know me better than I know myself. Last night is just a part of what's bothering me. First off, I don't want you to spend the night with someone again, unless I'm there." "I thought we decided that this morning. I told you I wouldn't." "I know, I just wanted to re-iterate that. The main point I want to make is, when you sucked me off the other night, it felt good, real good. Maybe because you hadn't done it in so long, I don't know, but for the first time in a long time, I felt like a man again. I thought for a minute while you doing it that I might actually be hard enough to have sex with you again, but it didn't last long. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'd like us to take a break from your playtime and get back to just us for a while. Maybe I'll even get back to being a real man for you." "Why you big Galoot, do you really think it takes a hard cock to be a real man? I know we say that a lot in our role playing, but the truth is, you're more a man than most of the guys I've been with since we started this. You built a company from scratch and made it very successful, without ignoring your family. We raised 3 great kids, you were a baseball coach, football coach and a soccer coach. You taught them to swim and how to ride a bike. You were president of the PTA for God's sake! You are a role model to our children and if they ever learn how they're made, to our grand-children. Wow, this is going to be a deep discussion, I'm going to need another drink." "All those things you just mentioned make me a good Father and a good husband I suppose, but not so much as a lover. I know you say I take care of you with my tongue but I can see it in your eyes that you want more than that. I also know all this was my idea but after last night, I'm wondering if we aren't going too far. I'm real confused about my feelings right now. I love watching you have sex with your lovers and I love cleaning both of you when needed. Like I said, I'm confused." "Why don't you go make another pitcher of drinks while I try to figure out a way to straighten out this mess." I pulled the float behind me as I headed to the steps. I took it to the bar and refilled the pitcher, some more ice and grabbed the rest of the sliced limes. When I got back to the pool, I noticed her bikini top was lying on the pool deck. Just as I was about to step in the pool, I heard Rob yell over the fence. "Hey Dave? You over there?" "Yeah, we're here. Just relaxing in the pool & talking." "Mind some company? I'm kinda bored today." "Hold on, let me check with Heather." I looked over at Heather. She motioned me over so we wouldn't have to talk so loud. "He could give us some thoughtful insight as to what we should do. Make sure he knows that we are talking and not playing." "OK, but you better cover up your "girls". He'll get the wrong idea for sure." "Rob, come on over. Bring your swim trunks and come through the gate." Rob was soon walking through the gate. I called to him, "We're drinking Mojito's, grab a glass or fix yourself something else. You know where the beer is." A minute later, Rob was standing at the table with us. We shook hands and he went to hug and kiss Heather, but she stopped him and gave him a light peck on the lips. "Rob, you got here just in time. Dave & I are having a very serious discussion and you are in the unique position to offer some insight." Rob stood there thoughtfully as Heather gave him the brief recap of the last 36 hours. I noticed while she was reliving her exploits, that Rob had to slip his hand underwater to readjust himself a couple of times. I took over so I could try to explain my problem. We had been talking to Rob at least 20 minutes and I realized the pitcher was empty again. I made yet another trip for refills. I saw from the bar, Rob had moved over closer to Heather & they were whispering to each other. I saw Heather laugh and push Rob away as I came back with the drinks and another beer for Rob. "Rob, tell Dave your thoughts about this and your suggestion. Dave, remember this is just a suggestion. Where we go from here is entirely up to you. I can live with whatever decision you make. Tell him, Rob." "OK Buddy, let me see if I have this right. You don't have a problem with Heather having sex with other men, but you do have a problem with being left out. I also got the feeling that the humiliation you wanted has gotten out of hand. I agree as well. I'd love to see the pics, but from what Heather told me, they were in bad form. That was too much. Am I right so far?" "Spot on, Big Guy, plus the total lack of respect. What is your suggestion?" "Well Bud, I think you guys need a break from playing around; concentrate on each other. Give it a couple weeks, maybe a month, see how things go. Heather doesn't play with her lovers and you won't wear panties and be her bitch. You will be Heather and Dave, not Mistress & Panty Boy, till you and only you decide you're ready to play again. How does that sound to you. That's what Heather & I were talking about while you were getting the drinks." "I'll have to think about it a while. I had thought about taking a break, but this is better than anything I've come up with." Rob had a big grin on his face as he added, "Of course, none of this applies to your best friend and next door neighbor, right? I'm just kidding. I am happy about this in a way. I love my time with Heather, but it bothers me to treat you the way you wanted. You're my best friend and confidante. You know you could still be a cuckold without all the humiliation. Just sit in the corner and watch. You could still clean them up if you want." "I have a proviso I want added to this agreement. I still want my coffee and breakfast in bed every morning. OH, one more thing, since you have never minded sucking a cock, I still want to watch you do that, just without orders and degradation. You know how excited that makes me." "Coffee, yes, breakfast no. The trade-off is you'll be able to sleep an extra ½ hour . I'll also throw in this; you can have all the phone sex and sexting you want with your "friends". If they refer to me as anything other than Dave or your husband, I expect you to set them straight, and not in a nice way. We'll have to play the rest of it by ear." "Rob, I want to thank you for your friendship and advice. I really appreciate the fact you didn't like treating me like that. This last guy, Rick, I think he liked it too much. I know this isn't a perfect plan, mainly because Heather will be the one giving up the most. I don't want her to suffer because of my insecurities. This may sound crazy after all we have talked about, but if you two want to get together, it's alright with me. I won't be your Bitch, but I'll clean you both up if you ask." Heather perked up when she heard what I said. She started to say something when Rob interrupted her. "Hold on there, Dave. I can't believe I'm saying this, but no. If this is going to work, you have to go back to your life before the swinging and the cuckoldry; just you two, no outsiders. You have to re-discover each other. I'd give my left nut to be with Heather on a regular basis, but with my 2 best friends at a crossroads in their sexual lives, I think I should be more like a crossing guard rather than another car at a 4-way stop, just waiting his turn to go." Heather leaned over and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. "I'm glad he said it first. I agree with all he said, except the cars at the 4-way. It makes me sound like a slut at a drive thru ally. I've said it before; I think I might be a Nympho, but not a slut, although that word maybe needs a bit of re-defining. I only have 1 man that I intend to take care of at this time and he's getting shit-faced in the pool on Mojitos. Thank you for thinking about me and my needs, but I'm also thinking about you and your needs, not to mention the welfare of our marriage. One last thing before I get out. Rob, you wouldn't be much use to me without your left nut." All 3 of us were laughing as Heather got out of the pool. Rob & I watched intently as Heather dried herself. She just couldn't help looking sexy dabbing that towel over her body and watching her ass as she walked across the pool deck was poetry in motion. I guess she couldn't resist teasing us because right after she went through the sliding glass door to our bedroom, her hand reappeared holding the top to her bikini. It was followed quickly by her leg with the bottom of her suit dangling from her toes. We both just stared at door after it closed. It must have choreographed as both of us at the same time had to straighten out our hardening cocks. I finally composed myself enough to speak again. "Rob, want to hang around, I can throw some burgers on the grill?" "Thanks Bud, but you & Heather need to talk & I think you're too drunk to cook anything. Go straighten things out with your hot wife and I'll see you guys tomorrow." "I think you're right about the cooking and now I'm wondering what she is wearing now, if anything at all. Guess I should get in there and see if she needs me." "I better get out of here before I change my mind about your offer. You go tend to Heather and I'll go home. Looks like I have a date with Rosy Palm and her 5 sisters. Call me if you need anything." "Thanks Rob, you truly are a good friend, you've proved that today." We both got out of the pool. I walked Rob to gate, shook his hand and thanked him again. I went back to the bar and cleaned up the mess. I washed the glasses and pitcher at the wet bar. I stopped outside the glass door. I picked up her suit and took off mine. I hung them both on the hooks to dry. I was surprised given my medical problems combined with the amount of alcohol I had consumed, that my cock was at ½ staff. Chalk that up to Heather's Gypsy Rose Lee act I suppose. I looked through the glass and saw Heather laying on the bed reading, wearing nothing but a slight, almost dreamlike, smile. She loves those romance novels. She was softly running her fingers over her belly while she read. She looked up from her book when she heard the door slide open. She smiled at me; then smiled even bigger when she saw my fledgling hard on. She put down her book and beckoned me to join her in bed. I smiled back as I crawled up beside her. I leaned in and gave her a soft kiss, lightly stroking her hair. Our kiss began to grow in intensity when her hand ever so gently enveloped my stiffening rod. She let out a low moan as I lightly grazed her womanhood while kissing her neck. With one had she started stroking my cock and the other nudged my head lower. Any other time in the last 5 years, she would keep pushing me down to her love box, but this wasn't any other time. She guided my mouth to her hard nipple. My hand abandoned her wet slit and massaged her left breast. Her hand took over stroking her nether region. I left a wet trail as I slid my tongue over to her left tit, taking that little rubber bud into my mouth. My hand found its way back to her love tunnel and traced her lips gently. The combination of both fingers was bringing her to the brink. She grabbed my hair and pushed me away, pulling me onto my back. She gave me a hard hot kiss and almost lunged for my cock. There was no teasing, no foreplay; she just inhaled it, taking the entire length in her mouth. Granted, my small size made it easy for her, but it felt great to me. I slipped my finger into her pussy and slowly slid it in & out, grazing her clit with my thumb. I added another finger and she took off. She was a sight, her head bobbing up & down and her hips humping back & forth. I removed my fingers and grabbed her hips, pulling her over to straddle my face. I didn't bother with any foreplay either. I shot my tongue straight into that hot wet box, already dripping with her juices. She let out a loud moan, only muffled because she still had a mouthful of cock. I couldn't keep up with her humping on my face, so I just stuck out my tongue and let her put it where she wanted it. I let her take charge for a minute, and then I grabbed her hips and held her tight against my face. I went for the kill shot. I clamped onto her clit and sucked hard, flicking it fast with my hard tongue. My cock came out of her mouth as she screamed, her body as rigid as a board. Now my wife is not known as a squirter, in 25 years I could count, on one hand, the number of times I have seen her do that, with fingers left over. This time she soaked my whole face, not just 1 squirt, but several. A squirting orgasm taste so sweet. It is not mixed with her natural juices or her lovers saliva, it is pure woman and sweeter than the sweetest fruit. Heather collapsed on top of me, her hand still around my cock, the hot air from her panting flowing across my balls. Soon her breathing slowed to a steady rhythm. I realized she was out for the count. I took a pillow and gently slid her head off my hip . I found a light-weight blanket & covered her up. After grabbing a pair of boxers, I went to see what game was on TV today. Normally, I would have been upset, that I hadn't got to cum , but today, I had a new outlook. I was at peace for the first time in a long time. I had pleasured my wife to a state of unconsciousness, me, not one of her hard-dicked lovers. I didn't care for any of the games that were on, so I took a couple of steaks out and covered them in our favorite marinade. Five minutes later & 2 potatoes are ready for baking. Such an easy meal to prepare and clean up after. It was 4 by now so I went to wake Heather. I picked my favorite kind of panty for her to wear, a low rise bikini, with strings on the hips, no straps of fabric and her house shoes, which were slip-ons with 2" heels. My favorite ensemble for her, skimpy panties and heels. She curled up in a fetal position, so I pulled back the cover and started kissing her neck, shoulder and back, moving slowly down toward her ass. I had to climb on the bed to reach lower on her lovely ass. She finally stirred a bit when my tongue found her cute little brown eye. She rolled over and gave me a big smile as she pulled me up to her head. After a deep kiss, she asked, "What did you put in those drinks?" "Oh, you know, just the usual stuff, plus my secret ingredients." "So you're slipping me roofies now?" she said with a grin. "You wouldn't be awake for the fun or remember it, if I did that. What kind of fun would that be. My secret ingredients are all natural and very abundant in most places." "I'm starting to not like this. I want to know what you put in those drinks. I can't believe you drugged me, just to get your rocks off!" "Let's keep the facts straight, I didn't get my rocks off, you passed out before I could, and I still haven't by the way. The other fact is, until I got sick, you had a healthy dose of this stuff every day. Last night it occurred to me that I had to make sure you still had it in your system, so I added it to the pitcher today." "Wait a minute. If you put it in the pitcher, why weren't you affected too? Is it something that only works on women?" "No, it affects men & women alike, to different degrees, and who says I wasn't affected as well?" "This game has gone far enough and I want to know what you put in those drinks." "You're right about that. This game has gone on long enough. I never thought you would accuse me of drugging you. Thank goodness one of the items will take care of that." "Stop with the code commentary already. Just tell me what you put in the fucking drinks. NOW!" "OK, but I don't know what will happen if you know what I've been adding to your drinks, and BTW, all the food I've cooked for you through the years. I hope you can handle what I've done. It was handed down to me by my Dad as it was handed down to him by his Dad, and yes, I handed it down to Jeff when he got married. It is a family secret and tradition handed down through the generations to ensure a happy & successful marriage. Are you sure you're ready for this. There's no turning back once I tell you and you can't ever tell anyone the secret. You have to swear to that." "I'm not swearing to shit till I know what's going on." "OK, that's close enough. Aside for the rum & mojito mix I add... Cuckold Chronicles: Sam Pt. 02 Cuckold Chronicles: Sam Pt. 2 Taking a break in the action "OK, that's close enough. Aside from the rum & Mojito mix, I add the following mixture: 1 TSP. of Hope for a good life together 1 dram of Memories both good and bad, to make us grateful for what we have 1 Dash of Friendship for without that, nothing else will sprout 1 TBSP. of Dreams so we have something to chase together 1 Shot of Devotion to each other and God 1 Jigger of Trust in your mate, there must always be trust 3 Drops of Forgiveness because in the words of my Grand-Daddy, "Men can be pretty stupid at times" And the last but most important ingredient is a big splash of Love. It should be all encompassing, an eternal love that our grand-children's grand-children will talk about long after we're gone." By the time I had finished the recipe, I noticed the fire in her eyes was gone, being replaced by small tears. I sat down on the bed next to her and offered a hug. "I'm sorry I teased you so much, but when I saw you were getting fired up, I couldn't help it." My apology was met with punch in the arm. "You led me on like that! You let me think that you did something and now I feel so bad for not trusting you." "Well, let's forget about this and I'll take you to a great steak house I know. I've already reserved us a poolside table. We need to be there in about 2 hours." "I might be ready by then, I need to shower and fix my hair & make-up. Then I have to figure out what to wear." "I can help you with what to wear, but you're on your own for the rest." I reached over and picked up the panties and house shoes. "Stockings are optional but not required, this place doesn't have much of a dress code. Oh, one more thing, if you want a salad, you have to make it yourself, the head chef there doesn't do salads." "Why am I wearing my slippers out to dinner and what else am I going to wear, I can't go out like this." "Sure you can. We now only have about an hour & a half and I have to go put the potatoes in the oven." "AH, the light dawns on Miss Slow-To-Get-It. Poolside table; a chef that doesn't do salads. Since this place doesn't have a dress code, I think you should be dressed more like me." She got up and walked over to my underwear drawer. She pulled out a stringed something she had bought for me years ago. It was nothing more than a G-String for men. Hooking it on her finger, she pulled it back and shot it at me like a rubber band. "Now we will look like we belong together at this steak house of yours." I took off my boxers & slipped on my bag as I thought of it. Heather came over and pushed a few hairs inside the sac, commenting it was time for me to trim up a bit. I haven't shaved down there since the episode with Damon, several months ago. {See Cuckold Chronicles: Damon} I left Heather to her shower & I headed to the kitchen to preheat the oven. I had sobered up a bit, so I turned on the last quarter of a game, I didn't know nor care who was playing. I was just looking for something to help me relax while I waited. I was just finishing my beer when the oven beeped. With the taters in the oven, I still had an hour before I fired up the grill. I went ahead and took all the plastic ware out to the table on the deck. That got me thinking about the time I had to serve Heather & Rob their dinner out here. { See Cuckold Chronicles: Rob}I found an old gaudy looking plastic vase under the sink & filled it with water. Grabbing one of the steak knives, I went out to Heather's rose bush and cut off one of her American Beautys. With all the outdoor prep done, I grabbed another beer and went back to the game. I must have dozed off because I woke to something soft brushing across my cheek and lips. It was Heather's beautiful breast trying to wake me up. I gave it a nice kiss and lick as a thank you. That is so much nicer than an alarm clock. I got up and went to the kitchen to flip the steaks over in the marinade. Heather was preparing her salad. She looked like a walking dream. I think a hot woman wearing just sexy panties and heels is the epitome of sexiness. I had to shift my little guy so I could go fire up the grill. Dinner was finally ready. Heather was sitting at the table eating her salad when I brought out the spuds. I put a steak on each of our plates and joined her. Conversation during dinner was light, with no mention of the drama of the last 2 days. After dinner, I had my customary cigar & bourbon on ice while Heather took care of clearing the table. Only a few minutes later, she joined me at the table and enjoyed her special kind of smoke. We were both done with our after dinner rituals. Heather came over and sat on my lap. She gave me a deep passionate kiss while my hand was caressing her tit which I had been denied access to for so long. "Let's go back to bed for some pillow talk. We still have to take care of you before you come down with a case of Blue Balls." "I better take care of you too before you go looking for a new boyfriend." "I'm fine for now. My old boyfriend, Mr. Shower Massage & I got re-acquainted earlier." We walked hand in hand back to the bedroom. After I laid down, Heather crawled onto the bed from the foot. Laying on top of me she started her hot kissing. She worked her way down to my belly. She looked up at me with those beautiful green eyes and smiled as she pulled my junk out the side of the sac, stroking my cock at the same time. "Would you like one of my stories to help you cum?" "This may seem strange, but I've been thinking about all your lovers since I got up after Rob left. I've been thinking back to when we started this new lifestyle." "Are you sure you want go there? I don't want you upset again. I can give all that up. I just want us to be happy for the rest of our days." "No, it's OK. I really enjoyed most of your adventures, not counting last night of course. You surprised me the 1st time, remember? That night I came home from playing poker and saw you with Paul? ( See Cuckold Chronicles: Paul ) I know we had talked about me being treated like that, but what made you act on it that night? I loved everything about that night, it was my favorite fantasy come true." Heather noticed my cock getting harder while I spoke, so she gave it a lick and slipped it into her mouth. She looked back at me and said, "If you really want to know, I'll tell you. About a week before that night, we tried to make love, but you couldn't seal the deal. I was frustrated, not mad. I had met Paul several times over the summer. He was a college senior, working part-time at the grocery store for the summer break. He kept hitting on me and he was damn good looking. I rebuked his advances of course, but after you left me hanging that night, I thought more & more about your fantasies. I gave him my # and told him I needed to talk to him about something personal. He didn't like the idea of treating you like that & was concerned you might react violently. He even had an escape route if you started beating on the door. Well, the rest is history as they say." She took a break and went back to sucking & stroking my cock. "I know it's been 5 years, but why didn't you see him again? Didn't he enjoy it?" "He did, what 22 year old wouldn't. It was the end of summer, he had to go back to school. We kept in contact for a while. Last I heard, he was teaching in Wyoming to work off his student loans." Just as she headed back toward my cock, her phone rang. She picked it up and said, "It's Sam." "I figured Rick would call. Go ahead and answer it. Put it on speaker. He needs to know what's going on. I'll keep myself busy while you talk." I took the next 10 seconds to pull her panties off and dive between her legs. "Hello?" "HI, Heather, it's Sam. I hope it was ok for me to call." "Hi, Sam, you saved me a call. I needed to talk to you. I have you on speaker and Dave is right here." "That sounds ominous. Conversations that start with "We have to talk" don't usually bode well. Is this about last night & this morning?" "Well, yes, it is in part about last night & this morning." "I see. You say the Limp Dick is there listening? How ya doin' Panty Boy?" "Don't call him that. His name is Dave. We are working through some things right now. He can't talk at the moment, he's busy doing some muff diving. I need to let you know the new rules. First off, we are taking a break, spending more time together. Dave is calling the shots. He will decide if and when we resume play." "This is just a temporary thing right? I am going to get to see you again I hope." "More than likely, but I don't know when. The other changes are Dave won't be in panties until he decides to play again and he will decide with whom. In a nutshell, I guess the humiliation part of our game is over for now, which is fine with me, I never really liked doing it, but I did it for him." "Is it alright for me to still call you?" "Of course, I can still have phone sex, sexting or anything else I was doing, just no sex with anyone but my husband. Here's a fine example of what I mean. He is very good with his tongue, he's doing a great job right now, but he knows I need a hard cock. I want your hard cock. I wish you were here right now to fill me up. OOOHHHH Dave get my dildo, I need a cock now. Sam, are you playing with your cock? Stroke it for me. Yesssssssss. Dave, slide it in, yes deeper, give it to me. Sam talk to me like you were here, tell me what you're going to do to my pussy." "OH, Heather, I don't need any help getting hard for you. I'm going to start by teasing that hot pussy. I'll wait for Dave to get you to the edge, then I'm going to slide my hard fuck stick up & down your wet slit. Here's the head slipping in, can't you feel it Baby? You feel that fat head opening you up? Dave, use the dildo to do what I describe. Put in just the head, now pull it out. Quickly, put it back an inch deeper. Pull it back out, now slide it along her pussy." "Stop teasing me you son of a bitch, FUCK ME NOW!" "All in good time my hot little lady, all in good time. Can you feel me sawing in & out? Going a little deeper each time? I've bottomed out so I pull back till just the head is in. NOW, I give 3 quick strokes, balls deep in that hot box. I pull back and go slower ½ ways in and to the right & back out. Now to the left. I grab your ass and lift it so I'm pushing against that elusive G-spot, giving you 4 or 5 hard strokes. I'm getting close Baby, real close. I throw your legs over my shoulders and pound you hard as I can, getting another couple of inches inside. I'm going to lose it, I'm going to fill your cunt full of cum Baby, UGHHHHHHHH, YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH" "OH GODDDDDDDDDDDD, yes, yes, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" The phone was silent for a minute while they both composed themselves. Without being told, I lay down next to Heather and began sucking and licking the dildo clean. For years she had called it Chris, named after a boy she had a crush on in High School. They never went out, she said she often wondered about his cock. I wondered to myself if she was going to re-name it Sam. Heather came to her senses first. "Sam, you still there? Sam? Hello? Earth to Sam?" "Yeah I'm here. That was, uh, intense." "I guess now you know it's ok to call me and, uh, chat? I should tell you Dave is licking and cleaning your substitute cock all on his own. Dave? Are you ok with what we just did?" "Perfectly fine. To show that I'm ok with this, Sam, why don't you come over tomorrow for a swim. I'll throw some chicken or chops on the grill & we can watch the Dolphins game. Just make sure you understand, the only playing will be done by football players on TV. What do you say?" "I really want to get to know both of you better, but I don't know about tomorrow. It may be too soon after what happened." "Heather, this ok with you?" "Sure, but you know it will difficult for me. Is this some sort of test?" "No, I would never put you through that. If Sam is going to be part of our inner circle, I have to know he can be a friend. Then he can enjoy the benefits that might go with it. Sam, the game starts at 1. We'll eat at 1/2 time, that should be around 2:30 or 3. You like white or dark meat on your chicken? We can worry about whether or not you're a Dolphin's fan while we watch the game." "Wow, that sounded like a page out of Dale Carnegie. I'm impressed. I like white meat, guess I've always been a breast man. I'll be there around 12:30." "What the hell are you two talking about? Who is this Dale guy and why are you so impressed that he invited you to watch a game with him?" "Honey, have you ever heard the phrase, "How to win friends and influence people"?" "Yes, but what does th...?" "It's the title of a book written by Dale Carnegie back in the 30's. It is the Bible to people in business and sales." "So what did you say that made Sam mention him?" "Sam? Care to answer the lovely lady?" "He invited me over, told me what time the game starts, what time we would eat and asked what kind of meat I wanted. He never asked a yes or no question. That is classic Dale Carnegie. The only thing I could do was accept." "The fact Sam knew what I was doing says a lot about him. I look forward to talking with you, Sam." "Am I coming between you two? Would you guys like to be alone?" "Calm down Sweet Cheeks, You'll have plenty time with your new boyfriend after we talk tomorrow." "Are you saying that we can...?" "What I'm saying Sam, is, we will all sit down tomorrow & figure this out. Sam, you can talk to Heather now, she will give you the address and directions if you need them. I'll see you around noon." It was getting late so I went to clean the kitchen while they finished their conversation. There wasn't much to wash up, so it only took a few minutes including the time to set up the coffee pot for the morning. I don't normally drink late at night, but I decided to have another glass of bourbon out on the deck, just to reflect on the developments of the day. I realized that the humiliation I had felt I deserved was the problem here. Both Heather and Rob had alluded to that. I didn't have these feelings back when it was just having 3somes. I guess these recent events woke me up. I now know the crux of the matter was the disrespect. This whole mess, which was all my creation, required more thought and a clear head. I headed up to bed and found Heather exactly as I expected; propped up with her book on her lap, sound asleep. I marked her page and gently pulled the book out of her hands and put it on the nightstand. I eased her into a prone position, noticing she was only wearing the panties from earlier. She really was going back to the beginning with us. That is how she slept years ago, just panties. She mumbled something as she rolled over and slipped back into her slumber. I spooned up against her, putting my arm over to gently hold her heaving breast. I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. I woke up Sunday morning with a new outlook on life. Heather slept in; I guess she was worn out from all her activity from the last 2 days. I turned on the coffee pot and went out to get the paper. Once I had the chicken out to defrost, I settled down on the porch with my paper. Heather came out about an hour later. She looked so sexy wearing my prized Jason Taylor jersey and her slippers. The jersey is so big it came down almost to her knees and ½ ways to her wrists. She came and sat on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck. After a long kiss with dueling tongues, she finally leaned back, smiling. "Good morning, Honey," she whispered in my ear. "Well good morning to you too. Was that kiss your way of trying to get me to let you wear my jersey during the game?" "Can't a girl give her favorite guy a kiss without him thinking she wants something?" "Of course she can, I'm sorry I was so cynical. Can I get you a cup of coffee to make it up to you?" "That would be great and I forgive you." She stood up so I could go to the kitchen. I took about 3 steps when she started giggling. "Oh Honey? There is one thing I wanted to ask you. Can I wear your jersey during the game?" We both broke out laughing. I was still smiling when I came back with the hot cup. Heather seemed to be deep in thought, as if she was trying to decide something. "Got something on your mind, Babe? "Yes, but I'm not sure how to start. It's about what happened Friday night." "I'm not sure I want to hear anything more about that night. The pictures were bad enough. I don't need a play by play of the action." "It isn't about that. It's when we went to the club." "If it has anything to do with Rick, I know I don't want to hear it." "It is about Rick and what he did and I think you should know what happened. It might change your mind about him." "Oh boy, this better be good, and I mean real good." Heather told me the story about the club and laying out Tony. Rick gained a couple of points in my book for his actions, at the club, not at his condo. "Was there anything else you wanted to discuss or get off your chest?" "Well, yeah. I'm worrying about today. I'm not sure I will do very well with the new rules. You may have thought I was joking about being a Nympho, but I wasn't. I think about sex all the time. I had the most delicious dream last night about Sam. Now I know what you guys go through. You think that stat is true that guys think of sex every 11 seconds?" "I don't think it's true unless you only count boys between 14 & 18. If you're serious about this, we can get you some help, I'll take you to the Doctor myself." "Hell no, I love this feeling and I hope we can get back to the lifestyle again soon. All the Doc would do is give me some pills to curb my libido and I don't want that. I don't think you'd want an asexual wife either. I don't want to live the life of a nun, Mother Nature will make that happen in due time. She doesn't need any help." "You're right, I wouldn't like that. Every man secretly wants his wife to be a slut in the bedroom and a lady in public." "Well, I think I've met both those points. I've gotten to the point that I don't mind being a slut in the bedroom. It wouldn't bother me if my lover called me a slut in the heat of passion either. Bear this in mind though, if it ever happens in public or just a normal conversation, that guy is going to need a seeing-eye dog cause I'm going to scratch his eyes out." "I see your point. I love you acting like a slut, but I don't think I'd like to hear someone call you a slut. Now let's get back to point at hand. You say you might have a problem with Sam being here today?" "Yes, I don't know if I can be around him and not touch or play with him. I'll probably spend most of my time in our room with Steely Dan and Little Chris. (The group Steely Dan took their name from the vibrator in "A Clockwork Orange") Otherwise I feel like I would be cheating on you if we slipped away for some kissing or other activity." "Just try to control yourself. We'll figure something out." "OK, I'll leave it all up to you. Did you want anything to go with the chicken?" "How about some corn-on- the- cob? We can fix it the way my sister showed us." "You just like watching me prepare it, you're not fooling anyone." She was right, watching her prepare it was better than eating it. It's an easy way to fix the corn. You peel down the husk, strip off the silk, grab a handful of butter and run your hand up and down the cob. Let your imagination do the rest. It's always disappointing when she pulls the husk back up, but then I get to watch her do it again and again. "I won't lie to you; it's very hot watching that. Just try not to excite Sam too much while you do it." Cuckold Chronicles: Sam Pt. 02 "Does it bother you that I will be thinking about Sam's cock while I'm coating the corn? You know what he will be thinking. He will wish he was an ear of corn." "Well, if our chat & meeting go like I think they will, you'll only have a couple of weeks to fantasize about his cock. Now I'm going out to clean the grill & check the chemicals in the pool. Pre-game starts in an hour & he should be here around then." "OK, what's the timetable on the food? When are you putting the chicken on and when should I do the corn? I don't know how long the corn takes to cook." "I'll fire up the grill when the game starts. The chicken takes about an hour & a half, the corn about 30 minutes. So I would say have the corn ready around 2:00. Halftime should be around 2:30 give or take." While we were talking I had put the meat in a pan and covered it with my secret sauce to marinate. I put it back in the fridge and headed out to tend to the grill & straighten up the back porch. I glanced at the clock & realized I had spent more time on the grill than I intended. I went in and changed into my game clothes. My game clothes are very comfy, orange sweat pants and an aqua polo shirt with the Dolphins logo and my aqua & orange Kino's, topped off with a string of beads a friend gave me, my good luck beads. I walked out to the living room & found Heather reading the paper. She had fixed her hair and put on some make-up, plus she had exchanged her slippers for her Dolphin Kino's as well. I turned on the TV and went to the porch to grab a beer. I sat back down and looked thoughtfully at Heather. I could tell she was nervous. "Would it help or make matters worse if I said you could kiss him when he got here?" "Just one kiss? That's kinda like giving a drop of water to a thirsty man. It's a tease and maybe just a little cruel to both he and I." "I didn't intend it to be cruel. Just forget I mentioned it." "NO, NO, let's not be hasty! I'll take what I can get. I should probably be allowed to thank him if he does something nice, like help set the table, help with the dishes or even...." She got cut off by the doorbell. She headed for the door when I grabbed her hand. I kissed her hard & deep. "Just remember the rules of conduct. Neither of you touch anywhere a regular swim suit would cover." She gave me a faux pout and practically ran to the door. She threw the door open and greeted our guest. I'm sure he didn't know what to think or do once he was face to face with whomever opened the door. He stepped inside & offered Heather the bottle of wine that was in his hand. Heather sat the bottle down quickly & attacked Sam's mouth, not knowing how long I would let this to go on. Sam had to feel like a rabbit that just came across a wolf. He didn't move at first. Heather was holding him tight, rubbing her body all over him and running her hands up & down his arms. Sam finally responded to her gyrations and wrapped his arms around her waist. When his hands started sliding toward her ass, she reached back and stopped him. I saw her whisper in his ear and they broke the kiss. "Heather, now that you've finished telling him Hello, why don't you bring him out on the porch?" I got Sam & I a beer, Heather begged off, saying it was a bit early for her. I turned on the porch TV, muted it and we all sat down at poolside. We chatted for nearly an hour, Heather & I telling him our life stories and he doing the same to us. After college, he went to work for his father, but Dad wasn't going to hand him the keys to the kingdom, he had to earn it. He had to start in the warehouse, at base salary. Then he moved to truck driver for a year. After a year in accounting, Dad gave him a shot at sales, with no established clients. Here comes Mr. Dale Carnegie into the picture. Poppa sends him to the course, but deducts the cost from his paycheck. No special favors for his son, he's just another salesperson. Three years later, he is made Sales Manager. (well, maybe there is a little nepotism) In 3 months he becomes the General Manager as Dad starts cutting back to ease into retirement. Definitely a go-getter. I saw it was time for the game to start, so I un-muted the TV and fired up the grill. When I came back with the chicken, I noticed Heather had moved closer to Sam and had slipped her arm under his, holding it with both hands. "Dave," she asked meekly, "What about the other discussion?" "That will have to wait, the game's starting. We can chat a bit when we eat. I know this is a silly question, but do you think you can entertain Sam while I put the chicken on the grill?" "I'm sure I can come up with something to do till you get back," she said with a slight giggle. Sam stood quickly and followed me to the grill, leaving Heather wondering what she did wrong. "Dave, that's a nice grill, mind if I tag along?" I was caught off- guard, I figured he would be searching for Heathers tonsils with his tongue by now. "No problem. Follow me." Speaking a low voice, Sam said, "Dave what's going on? I thought you said no playing? Maybe we should have that discussion now. I don't want to do anything to screw this up. I don't know how much more of Heather's attention I can handle without grabbing her. Maybe I should leave?" I was just about to put the chicken on the hot grill, but I put it back in the pan instead. I turned off the grill and smiled at Sam. After wiping my hands clean, I shook Sam's hand. "No, don't go. I like you Sam, you're a decent guy. You're right, we need to talk now. Can you stick around so we can eat after the game?" "Sure, I cleared the whole day to be here." "Good, Heather, a slight change of plans. We aren't going to eat till after the game. We're going to have that talk now. Sam, you can sit in my chair." Sam sat in my chair, Heather was still pouting on the loveseat and I went behind the bar. I fixed myself a glass of Bourbon, figuring I wasn't going to watch the game. Football & Beer, the great American pastime. Sam declined my offer of a glass and got another beer. Once we were all situated, I broke the silence. "To start with, Heather honey, you need to dial down your enthusiasm for Sam just a bit. He wants to grab you & take you into the bedroom & fuck you into next week. I know both of you want that and I know I'd love to watch that, but not today. Can you do that for us?" "Of course, I just wanted him to know I still want to see him." "And I still want to see you, but I don't want to step out of line either. Dave made it very clear we weren't going to play today, but your actions say otherwise." "Sam, I'm sorry if I led you on or made you feel uncomfortable. These rules are new to me also. Dave? Maybe this is a good time to explain to both of us what you are looking for; what you would like to see happen?" "I don't want to get too mushy here but it's important that you know I have spent the last 20 odd years making sure that you wanted for nothing. Your happiness always came before mine. I'm not looking for sainthood or a medal; it's just the way I was raised. That's why I suggested you take on a lover after I got sick. I wanted you to be taken care of in ways I couldn't. I have loved my role in our little game, up till now. It was always understood, by all parties, that this was role-playing for us. As you can see, Sam, this is not a 24/7 lifestyle for us. The main point is there are "Dave" days and there are "Bitch" days. A certain person forgot that and another person went along with him." "I can see that Dave, but you still haven't laid out the rules. I can tell you I respect you more now than when I got here. I admire how you sacrifice for your family's welfare." "Sam, without presuming to speak for Dave, I believe he is talking about the disrespect, is that right, Babe?" "That's it in a nutshell Honey. Actually, last night got a little out of hand. I didn't intend to let it go that far, but Heather is my weakness. I want to make her happy. On that note, this is what we are going to try for the next 2 weeks. That is just a target date, it may be less, it may be more. We'll see how it goes. There will be no more of her going to your place and coming home for a clean-up. I will be there at all times. I don't ever want to hear the suggestion that she spends the night with you unless I'm there in panty-mode. When we resume playing, we're going to try a traditional cuckold arrangement, no humiliation. I'll sit in the corner and watch, waiting to be called in for clean-up duty. I don't want to sound like a dictator, but I don't want to make the same mistakes twice. Heather, you have any problem with this?" "I only have a problem if we have to wait more than 2 weeks. Our marriage is more important to me than Sam's cock. What can we do to show you that you're not being left out or that Sam is trying to take me from you?" "Hold on Heather. I don't want to be compared to Rick. He has always been arrogant when it comes to women. I do have a question though. You made a reference to being in panty-mode. Does that mean you would like to continue with that aspect of the playing?" "Maybe, I don't know. That's still up in the air. Heather really gets excited when she sees me suck a cock. I'm always in panties when I do that. You get the dual benefit of that; a very excited woman and a hot mouth on your cock. You got a sample of that yesterday." "Are you two just going to sit there talking about me like some slut you picked up in a bar?" "Sorry, Babe, I'm through talking unless either of you have any questions or comments." "Honey, why don't you go ahead and put the chicken on? We're only about 20 minutes behind schedule." "Sounds like a good idea. I'll put the game back on. I'll let you know when you & Sam should go start on the corn." Sam glanced at me with a puzzled look on his face. I slapped him on the back and with a grin, I said in a low voice, "Trust me, you'll love watching this." The food was on the grill and Sam & I chatted off & on during the game. I had to turn the meat every 15 minutes, so after I had done it 3 times, I told Heather it was time to prepare the corn. They got up & headed for the kitchen, hand in hand. What they didn't know, was when I went & got the chicken from the fridge, I moved 3 of the chairs from the table, leaving only one for the two of them. Just as they were walking off the porch, I said, "Sam, make sure she has a nice place to sit while she works the corn, and Heather, try not to get any butter on Sam's pants, I know how messy this procedure can be." They both turned & looked at me and I was grinning like the cat that ate the canary. I waited & turned the food one more time before going to check on them. Just as I had planned, Sam was sitting on the chair and Heather was on his lap. Heather was grinding her hips and slowly stroking an ear of corn, her head laying back on Sam's shoulder. Sam had both hands around her playing with her breast while kissing her neck. They didn't even realize I was there until I was standing right next to them. "I didn't know that playing with your tits was part of the corn prep," I said with smile. "Dave! I'm sorry, I jus..." "It's not what you think Honey. Sam offered to hold your jersey away from the corn, you know, to keep the butter off it." "So you're saying I should thank him for mauling my wife's breast while I'm outside cooking?" "Two days ago, the answer would have been yes, but now, the answer is no, but you should thank him for protecting the jersey." I couldn't keep it in any longer and burst out laughing. "She's right Sam; you're a true friend, thinking about my jersey instead of your own needs." Heather had renewed her ministrations and I noticed Sam humping a bit. I saw Sam slip a hand down to her waist as Heather let out a hiss. Both were getting worked up and I don't think they noticed me standing there anymore. As I headed back out to the grill, I said, "I'm ready for the corn if you ever finish working it up." I heard Heather let out a muffled groan and about 3 minutes later they came out with the corn on a plate. I smiled at both of them as I took the plate. Gesturing at Sam's pants, I told Heather, "I told you to keep the butter away from his pants, look, now they're stained." Heather gave me a very deep kiss and whispered in my ear, "Thank you for letting me do that, and by the way, that's not butter on his pants. The stain came from inside his pants, no pun intended." I threw the corn on the grill, patted Sam on the back and escorted him back to the game. Heather said she was going to freshen up as I grabbed us 2 cold beers. They were at the 2 minute warning, so we were close to being on schedule. Due to penalties and time-outs, we ended up being right on time to eat. The chicken came out great, a light golden brown, and the secret sauce giving it a bit of a sweet taste with crisp skin. The corn was a hit as well. For some reason, all 3 of us were smiling as we took an ear. The conversation was loaded with sexual innuendos. Heather commented about 2 men feasting on plumb breast in front of her, Sam saying he would never think of corn-on-the-cob the same way again. Little was mentioned of the game. The Fish were up 24-7, which I guess left us in awe. We went back to game and things had seemed to cool down between Heather & Sam. We stayed on the porch for the rest of the game. Heather curled up next to Sam, Sam with his arm around her shoulder. I kept watching them, but they behaved, no improper touching that I saw. Once again, my Dolphins managed to grab defeat from the clutches of victory, losing 28-24. Once the game was over, I started clearing the table. I expected them to jump up & help me, but they stayed on the loveseat. I gathered the perishables, chicken, butter, etc. and made a trip inside. When I came back, they were kissing. More than that, Heather had her hand on his crotch and his was under her shirt. I quickly grabbed the plates and went back to them. "I know you were too upset with the loss to think about cleaning this mess, but these dishes aren't going to walk to the kitchen themselves." This time I wasn't smiling. They jumped apart like a couple of teenagers caught by a parent. They took the plates & silver without a word & headed inside. They came right back out for another load, but everything was inside now. "I think we have played enough and pushed the envelope enough for today. Sam, care to join me on the porch for a glass of Bourbon? It's one of my vices; a glass of quality bourbon after dinner. What'd you say?" "I'm not much of a liquor drinker, but how can I refuse an offer like that." "Hey! What about me? I want an after-dinner drink." "You promise to behave? We have things to talk about and I don't want you distracting him." "You're going to be talking about me and who I fuck and I have to promise to behave?" "I'm sorry Sam, the drink will have to wait for another time. Call me during the week, we'll have a drink & talk. Feel free to call her whenever you want, but what happened last night won't happen again. It hurts me to say this, but it seems your friend Rick isn't the only one I need to re-gain respect from. Come on, I'll walk you to the door." As soon as the door was closed, Heather exploded. "How dare you treat me like that in front of him! What the hell has got into you!" "We have never had an argument that included yelling at each other and I won't start now. Words spoken in anger can never be taken back. When you've calmed down, I'll be on the porch enjoying my cocktail. I'll have a margarita waiting for you." I went out & fixed my drink to the sound of doors slamming in the house. I decided not to fix her drink yet, in case I misread her mood. It was true, in 20+ years, we had never yelled at each other. There was the occasional disagreement, to be sure, but never yelling. I was thinking over the day's events & trying to figure out what I was going to say when she came out and sat down, with an attitude, I might add. "You're right, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. You have me so confused right now I don't know if I'm coming or going." "That reminds me something my Grand-Daddy once told me. Do you know why cum is white and piss is yellow?" "Please spare the homespun wisdom of your Grand-Father, I'm not in the mood." I stared at her, waiting, with a smile on my face. "OK, you win, why?" "So moron's will know if they are cumming or going." My little joke worked. Her mood changed for the better when she smiled. "Very funny; now can we have a serious discussion? I know you have something in mind. You wouldn't act like this if you didn't. You always have a plan." "You know me too well. The main idea today was for Sam & I to get to know each other better and that part was a success. I saw how hard it was for you two, so I set up the situation with corn so you could work off some of the sexual edge. That seemed to work as well. I'm reminded of the scene from the movie "Air Force One". The scene when they are talking about negotiating with Terrorist. "If you give a mouse a cookie..." "I know, I know, "he'll want a glass of milk". What does that have to do with us?" "I gave you guys a little leeway and you took advantage of it while I was cleaning the dishes away from the table." "OK, I see your point. We did get a little carried away. So what is the rest of your plan." "I really don't have one right now. I want to re-establish our marriage to start with, then we can play it by ear." "I guess I'll have to trust you. You've never let me down. I'll go clean the kitchen if you fix me a drink." "It's a deal. I think I'll watch a John Wayne movie, I don't care about the games that are on. Care to join me?" "As tempting as that sounds, I have a few reports to look over for work, plus I haven't checked my e-mail since I left work on Friday. I'll give you your "Duke" time." Heather headed off to the kitchen and I headed to our room to change into my lounging clothes. I stopped off in the den and picked out "The Quiet Man", one of the Dukes best movies. If you've never seen it, it has the best fight scene in film history. I went out to the porch, popped it in the DVD player, fixed another drink and I was set. My chair inside was more comfortable, but I could enjoy an after-dinner cigar out here. To make a long story short, 1 drink turned into 5 or 6. It was only around 8:00, but I stumbled into the bedroom. Heather was there reading one of her books. She enjoyed the show of watching me trying to undress. Why do your socks seem so far away when you're drunk? I barely got a good night kiss from my bride before I passed out. She was gone before I woke the next morning. We soon settled into a nice routine. Things were going well for the next week or so. Heather chatted with Sam every few days. She said she turned him down on an offer to take her out to lunch one day. She didn't hide their phone calls, but from what I heard, there wasn't what I would call phone sex. Sam & I met for drinks the next Friday afternoon. Heather called while we were talking. It seems they had a scheduling snafu and she had to stay late to hear a sales pitch from a new insurance company. As head of the HR department, it fell on her to stay. She said she would be home around 7. The wheels in my head started turning; a plan was being hatched. I ran it by Sam, knowing full well he would go along with it. Heather was true to her word, she got home just after 7. I took her briefcase and took her to the porch for our TGIF cocktail. "After you finish your drink, go get changed. I ordered a pizza, it should be here in about an hour. So how was the presentation?" "Boring as usual; I don't see an advantage for us or the employees, but I still have to write it up and send it up to the "Suits" by next Friday." Cuckold Chronicles: Sam Pt. 02 "Well, enjoy your drink. Maybe I can get you liquored up and provide some stress relief for you." She handed me her empty glass, indicating she wanted another one. "Why don't you go get changed, I'll have your drink ready when you get back?" "Sounds like a wonderful idea. I'll be right back." On my way to the freezer for the ice, I stumbled and hit the wall, right outside our bedroom. "You OK"?, she asked. "Sure, just clumsy, go get changed." As she walked inside, I sat down, knowing the drink would soon be forgotten. As if on cue, I heard a loud, "SAM!!!", followed by the bed slamming against the wall. If our plan worked properly, Heather would have walked in seeing Sam lying naked on our bed in an ala Burt Reynolds pose from Cosmo.