30 comments/ 35866 views/ 11 favorites The Paul Night By: ukresearcher Warning: this is very much a cuckold story but it is special to me. I wrote it about ten years ago at the request of a close American internet friend. Told from his perspective, it describes the events of a particularly intense evening in his life. A work of fiction, essentially true but with some liberties taken with the actuality. ***** At the age of twenty, I married an eighteen year old virgin anticipating lifelong fidelity but she opened her legs for another man within the first year of our marriage. I was in the navy and nine months after the wedding still hadn't enjoyed a terrible lot of 'married life'. The ship had been given a month shore leave so we took a flat in the port so that my young wife Karen could live with me for that short time. It was an idyllic month but it inevitably ended and the plan was that after I returned to my ship, Karen would stay on until the weekend packing up our things before travelling to Ohio to holiday with her aunt. On the Saturday evening, she was invited to a 'goodbye' dance by some friends and accompanied them gladly but finished up spending most of her time on the dance-floor in the arms of another sailor who was enjoying shore leave. The upshot was that she took him back to our flat to spend Saturday night and all day Sunday screwing. Even that wasn't enough because she gave backward to her aunt, this allowing Karen and the sailor to spend the next week solidly fucking before my young bride belatedly caught the bus to Ohio (alone) for a shorter holiday than planned. She confessed almost the first moment we were together on my next leave. Her news made me physically sick but the strange thing was that my dick was so stiff I could hardly walk to the bathroom. On my return, Karen was in tears, apologising and saying that she didn't know what had come over her to do something like that. This gave me chance to comfort her - I was glad to cover my feeling of embarrassment at the way I had reacted. Still sobbing, Karen said that she thought it was the thought of being separated from me again that had made her behave so out of character. In bed my penis had a life of its own and this was only partly the result of deprivation. Despite a twisted feeling in my gut, I couldn't drive images of Karen being fucked by the sailor out of my mind. My prick just never went soft and I think that, at least in part, my continuous ferocious humping was an attempt to obliterate all trace of the other man from my wife's soft young body. During one lull, caused by shortness of breath rather than an inoperative organ, the truth began to come out. With us lying side by side, while fondling my privates, as if continuing a previous sentence, Karen said softly, " - And I could tell that he had a simply marvellous cock. Far, far bigger than this little thing," she added, giving my dick a fond squeeze. "You can see how I couldn't possibly miss the chance to know what it felt like to have it inside me." One moment I could understand her point of view but the next I had flip-flopped to feeling totally inadequate with haunting visions of a married future of my wife opening her legs for every 'gifted' man that she happened to meet. Next morning in different mood, my beautiful wife kissed me softly and whispered, "I love you so much - what happened with the sailor was just sex and nothing to do with 'us'. Then switching tone again, she said happily, "It was bound to happen sooner or later because girls wonder about such things. But now I've satisfied my curiosity, got it out of my system so to speak right at the start of our marriage, I can stay faithful to you from now on." During that leave I think I had my sexual organ inside my wife far more than in any equivalent period before or since. During our 'love making' various details of her weeklong affair began to emerge until in the end, I think I knew everything that had happened between them. The relish in her voice as she described what they had done left no doubt about how much she had enjoyed him. Her words tore me apart but at the same time aroused me to fever pitch - a kind of delicious torment. I think in the telling Karen mentally relived everything that had happened because at these times she turned into a sexually insatiable almost demented creature. I have a small admission that might explain why I seem to have accepted this so easily. They say that a sailor has a girl in every port and for me that was certainly true in the shape of a hot little highland lass. During a two month posting in Scotland I enjoyed a passionate affair with her, immediately before returning home to get married. So you see, my 'virginal' wife's transgression was really only evening the score. Even so, during the next year when Karen and I were separated a lot, during the long lonely nights at sea, I used to rub my dick red raw. For masturbation fodder I used mental pictures of the affair that I knew about and others, conjured up by my fertile imagination that might have been happening at that moment. Hell, I even imagined that she might be screwing my dad. I must digress to tell you about my Aunt Betty (my mother's sister) because she plays a significant part in my story. I was the eldest of a large family and after my mother died, partly to remove pressure on my dad, at weekends and holidays some of us went 'visiting' with relations. Betty was always my favourite but after what I am about to relate she was the only one that I wanted to stay with because she used to come into my bedroom, for a chat and to say 'goodnight'. Her habit was to push back the items on the bedside cabinet and perch on there but this meant that from where I lay, I could see right up her between her legs. She always wore very brief panties and after she had gone I used to play with myself remembering the pubic hair sticking out on each side of the crotch. One time she wore nothing at all and the sight sent me crazy. I had seen plenty of bare little girl pussies playing 'Doctors and Nurses' but this was the first time I had seen the hairy cunt of a real woman. Even just thinking the word 'cunt' could make my dick stiff, so you can imagine the effect that the sight had on me. Now I had fondly imagined that she had been unaware of the free show she had been giving me. This night Betty suddenly abandoned her perch to kneel on the floor beside the bed and slide her hand under the covers. Taking me in hand she murmured, "My, we are growing up aren't we." I'm not sure if I actually ejaculated that first time but I was almost delirious with sensation and she did wipe off with a tissue when her teasing fingers were eventually withdrawn. From that night her conversation changed. She had always been more than a little risqué in the things she had told me but now her words became overtly sexual. Her only topic was of naughty women. She admitted to being one herself and claimed that all of her friends were too. One day said, "I wouldn't mind betting that there isn't a single wife in this whole one-horse town that hasn't at one time or another, opened her legs for a man other than her husband." Betty backed up this opinion with detailed case histories, a seemingly inexhaustible stream. Perhaps I ought to describe Betty. She was late thirties or very early forties at that time and I doubt if she was ever regarded as a raving beauty. She was also slightly dumpy and a little on the plump side but she was a fun lady, a bundle of energy and at that stage in my life I had never met anyone with such wickedly teasing eyes. These 'visits' to her house took place over a period of more than four years but it was only in the last eighteen months that she started allowing me liberties. As time passed maybe I got bolder but it's more likely that she decided I was ready for more. Despite expectations, she never let me fuck her, probably that seemed just a little too incestuous but there was little else that was put off-limits. I loved having my fingers inside her when the declared purpose of that exercise was her instructing me on 'what women liked'. It got so that Betty never left my bedroom without giving me release, at the start that was done exclusively with her hand but more latterly she took me in her mouth, always following through to conclusion. There were times when she made me feel as if I had died and gone to heaven. As I became more mature, I started to think about all the infidelities she described at a deeper level and one day asked, "Do any of the husbands ever find out what their wives are doing?" "Some do, most don't unless their wives want them to," Betty told me with a knowing smile. "And then I suppose that they get divorced?" I offered naively. "A few do, most don't - you've no idea how much pleasure a husband can enjoy when his wife is getting fucked by other men." As Betty dropped this fact on me her hand strayed automatically to my dick. My next question was personal and I think I stuttered slightly as I voiced it, "Does Uncle know about you?" "I was rewarded with a squeeze. "Lee love, I've had men chasing me since I was at school and I let one hell of a lot of them catch me - and that's all through my marriage. Your uncle knew about them all, apart from the first few after our wedding - and we're still very happily married." "What about the risk of getting pregnant?" I was now knowledgeable enough to know that fucking was not a pastime without possible consequences. "That doesn't really matter," she said, "It will be the child of the couple and which man's seed put it there doesn't really matter. If the husband really doesn't want his wife pregnant, he can always suck the baby making cream out of her - that was the only method of birth control for thousands of years before condoms were invented." I shuddered involuntarily. "That's gross." Betty gave my dick a painful nip. "Don't knock it until you've tried it," she admonished. "For most husbands that's the best bit - you're uncle must have sucked gallons of the stuff out of me and I can't even have babies." I started looking at my uncle in a new light. He was a tall man, friendly, easygoing and obliging. On board a lake boat he could be quite commanding but in general preferred to drift with the flow, happy to cede the floor to his livelier wife. Even so, I had never dreamed that he was quite so tolerant. All further thoughts were obliterated and Betty's teasing fingers started working on my genitals bringing me to throbbing fever pitch. I closed my eyes in anticipation of the explosion but suddenly my loving aunt paused in her ministrations. "I've got to talk seriously to you Lee to prepare you for the future," she said softly, just touching my nob enough to keep me at the brink. "You're a very handsome boy and you are going to have lots and lots of girls after you and at some time, with your looks, you are going to find yourself a really hot-blooded wife. Now I love your little dick to bits and so will she, but I warn you now, she's not going to be able to go through marriage without wanting something a great deal larger inside her from time to time." Betty told me more or less the same thing on other occasions but that was more or less the end of my education. One reason was that I had started pulling girls and with the amount of pussy I was soon enjoying, Betty's sexuality became an ever-decreasing factor in my life. I didn't forget my aunt's tales but I did resolved that if any wives were going to get dicked then I was the one who was going to do the dicking. I don't know quite what I had going for me but girls fell for my charms like ripe plums, and even on shore leave when in the navy, I could always pull before any of my shipmates. My height was six-foot, I had facial attraction and enjoyed the elan of a school football player - in fact my only weakness lay in wishing that my penis had been even half as big as the thing my dad had dangling between his legs. I knew that I was shit hot as a lover and never received complaints about my equipment so it was easy to convince myself that nothing else mattered. I met Karen and we started 'seeing' each other. Now one trouble with courting a virgin was that my hormonal imperative didn't go on hold, so many times after escorting my chaste girlfriend back to her door, I immediately sought out a girl of the willing whore type to get rid of my frustrations in her. Even in those days, eighteen year-old virgins were in short supply and I have often wondered since, if in seeking one out for a wife, I was sub-consciously trying to avoid my Aunt Betty's prediction. That didn't work because by the time I got out of the navy, Karen had already faltered that once but I was no angel myself and I managed to put her affair out of my mind. This was fairly easy because we were embarking on a new life. Karen had become pregnant on one of my leaves, so I was starting out with a new house, a new baby and a new job that I wanted to build into a career. On the road as a salesman, I still received offers from women but I had turned over a new leaf, on the basis that if I wanted my wife to stay faithful then so must I. If I have given the impression that the next four years were completely tranquil with no jealousies on my part that is not so. When we were out, Karen liked checking out other men and made no secret of the fact. I still ogled pretty girls but where I did this surreptitiously, Karen was quite blatant, as if deliberately trying to provoke a reaction from them. When I complained about this, she laughingly told me not to be so insecure, asking, "What harm does it do? Anyway, you look at girls - you pretend not to but I know damn well that you do." While growing up, my position as Aunt Betty's favourite was unchallenged but when Karen became my wife she came close to usurping that place. Rapport was established between the two while I was still in the navy and Betty rather took my young and lonely wife under her wing. During these years, on every possible occasion, the pair of them managed to get into a huddle together. Although having a young son, we were not unduly restricted on enjoying evenings out because I had plenty of relatives pleased to do baby sitting duty - and Betty took her turn at that as well. We did different things on our evenings out but Karen just loved to dance. The big snag was that I was a duffer on the dance-floor - in modern parlance I would be described as being 'rhythmically challenged'. The result was that although I managed the odd shuffle to a slow tune, for the bulk of the evening I sat on the sidelines watching my lovely wife in the arms of successive men and this was where I had real reason for jealousy. Once on the floor, Karen went into automatic flirting mode and her way of dancing couldn't be described as 'formal' by any stretch of the imagination. Not all but with some men, she seemed to drape herself all over them, unconcerned when they took liberties and there were times that I even saw her hand stray where it had no business to be. My reactions at seeing this were very mixed - I got all knotted up inside but at the same time I felt incredibly excited and aroused. Karen was very aware of this latter effect because on returning to our booth, while planting a quick kiss on my face, under the table her hand would grab hold of my dick. "Oh dear - aren't you stiff," she would whisper seductively in my ear, "Almost as stiff as he was - but his was a great deal larger." In the battle of my conflicting emotions, sometimes the jealousy came out on top. For instance, when a partner who obviously fancied his chances escorted Karen back to the table, I stood up to my full height and my size had an intimidating effect. If the truth were known, I'm not a fighter so if any had made an issue of it I would have undoubtedly come off worst in the encounter. At night in bed it was far better because without the immediate threat of a rival male presence, I was able to abandon myself completely to the eroticism. My young sexy wife had developed three techniques that she used very effectively in combination. These were teasing my prick with her fingers, whispering wetly in my ear and tweaking my nipples in a manner of her own devising, sending me almost out of my mind with pleasure. And the words she teasingly whispered were all about the men she had danced with. "His cock was so big, and so hard. I could feel it pressing into me all the time I was in his arms - it was so huge it made yours seem like a little boy. He wanted me so bad and I wanted it too. I needed it. At times it felt as if it was really inside me and I wish so much that it had been. You'd like that too wouldn't you honey. You'd like me to be pleasured like that, wouldn't you - you could even watch? Would you like to see me with another man's huge cock up me? I know you would. Say that you would like me to be fucked by other men, say it or I won't let you have me tonight - I'll even make you look after yourself." There were several factors working upon me. I knew my wife was perfectly capable of carrying out that threat and my cock was so stiff I was in physical pain. Her imagery had got me wanting it to happen, (at that moment more than anything in the world) and quite possibly there was subliminal influence from Betty's indoctrination years before. "Yes, Yes, Yes," I almost shouted. "Say the words. Say 'I want you to be fucked by other men'." "I want you to be fucked by other men." "Say -'With huge cocks - cocks a lot larger than my little thing." "I want you to be fucked by other men with huge cocks a lot bigger than my little thing," I dutifully responded. Some times at this point I was allowed to climb on top and seek relief for my aching organ but at others I was forced to repeat a whole litany of humiliating responses before being allowed access through the gates of paradise. There always followed some of the most intense sex of my entire life. My desire for her scenario to happen persisted right up to the moment of ejaculation and some times for a short while after but then abruptly disappeared. The worst time came as I lay waiting for sleep, when that familiar gripe started to materialise deep in my gut, prompted by the strong feeling that what for me had been just a wonderful fantasy, was very real for my wife. The bandleader at the place we frequented was called Paul. He was a man with a surfeit of confidence, fair almost blonde hair and film-star good looks. The stock in trade of almost all bandleader's is a smooth arrogant image but where most stay on stage going through the motion of waving their hands to show they're in control, Paul spent most of his time on the dance-floor. Paul liked women and had quite a reputation for the number of local wives he had seduced - Betty had admitted to me years before that she was included in that far from exclusive club. So Paul spent most of the evening dancing and picking his next conquest, only really going back on stage when it was time for his solo spots. At some point he set his sights on Karen. Karen had admired him from afar telling me that he was a perfect example of a man and saying, "If ever he glances my way, I'll already have my panties in my hand." Well glance her way he did. The first two or three evenings, he only danced with Karen a couple of times but that was enough to make her evening and have her almost ready to burst into flames when we got home. No matter how many men she had danced with during the evening it was the bandleader she talked about and this was especially true when we were having sex. In one of her more innocuous remarks she started by saying the Paul could really make his saxophone talk and when I had to admit that she added, "And I'd certainly like to blow his horn." I felt very uneasy about that man far more so than any of the others and part of the reason was that it was easy to see what attracted my wife to him. Partly this was his supreme confidence because he strode round the floor as 'lord of all he surveyed'. My intimidation ploy was a non-runner. Although probably no taller than me and only slightly heavier, in contrast to the rather effete air assumed by many bandleaders, Paul looked capable of really using himself. In short there was an aura of danger about him and I was constantly aware of it. The Paul Night One night after the dance when I was vainly trying to get my hand between my wife's legs she pushed me away and, looking into my eyes, asked with apparent seriousness, "If I ever get the chance, would you let me fuck Paul?" Perhaps Karen had teased me too much because despite her making it sound like a genuine question, I took it for a new game. There was also the real chance that if I didn't give the right responses, I would find myself denied her warm wet pussy and I was in desperate need of sex. "Course I would," I said. Even while I was getting my reward, she didn't leave it alone, asking, "Did you really mean what you said about me going with Paul?" By this time I was as inflamed as she and assured her truthfully that I wanted her to. When I said that she really opened up, holding me close and gasping, "I need him Lee, I want him so much, I can't get the thought of having that wonderful cock inside me out of my mind." Passion was without bounds. But it was very different a short while later as we lay waiting for sleep. Hesitantly Karen asked, "So if Paul asks me out next time, can I go with him?" "Only I come as well to make sure he keeps his hands to himself," I declared. This exchange was repeated with variations more than once. The day of the evening I want to talk about was rather odd from the start. All day my wife was hyper-active and by that I mean that she seemed to find it impossible to sit still. The other thing was that the aunt who was doing the baby-sitting was taking our son to her home for the night, instead of the more usual practice of coming to our house and awaiting our return. Finally, when I went to start getting ready, Karen ordered, "Put on that suit you bought for your cousins wedding next week - I'm certainly going to try out my sexy new outfit." I must have looked puzzled because she explained; Betty and uncle are joining us tonight and bringing two couples they're friendly with. I'm pretty sure somebody is going to have a birthday." The last 'odd' event was when the aunt on duty was about to depart with our offspring, she squeezed my wife's hand and muttered something to her in a definitely conspiratorial manner. Our eight strong party nicely fitted into the semi-circular booth, conveniently situated immediately adjacent to the floor. The two 'stranger' couples (I had actually met them before) sat opposite. Then came uncle. At the start, Karen and Betty were together with Betty next to her husband, this leaving me on the outside, but after a short while, for the comparatively brief moments that Karen sat in the booth, I was sandwiched between her and my aunt. We were barely seated before the bandleader came down from the stage and walked across to claim his first dance of the evening with my lovely and very sexy wife. Most of the wolves hoping to grab a grope at my wife, kept to the far side of the floor where they believed they were out of my sight. Paul had no time for such subtlety but while he didn't exactly parade the overly familiar activity of his hands, he certainly took no pains to hide it. That was on previous occasions but this night was different in that he became painfully blatant. Another thing that differed was that instead of just the usual couple of dances, Karen seemed to be in his arms continually with the only breaks being when he made a quick visit onto the stage. On those occasions she did slip into the booth beside me, sitting close and with her hand automatically seeking out my stiff dick under cover of the table. She may have been with me but her talk was exclusively of him. He was a fabulous dancer and she loved his confidence. "I do love arrogant men," she mused before saying excitedly, "And his cock is even bigger than I thought. It's positively huge - I really do need to get a look at it outside his pants." Towards the later part of the evening they were directly in front of where I sat and throughout the three set dance they didn't move from that spot. The reason that they didn't move was that they weren't dancing - their movements were as close to copulation on a dance floor as it's possible to get without ending up in jail. His tongue was down her throat, Karen's skirt was pulled up at the back and he had a hand gripping each of her ripe panty clad buttocks, as he ground himself against her willing body. I was incandescent with rage but felt completely impotent. The combination of emotions made me sort of hyperventilate and I began physically shaking. I don't know what would have happened next had not Betty slid up against me and her small hand instead of my wife's alighted unerringly on my tormented dick. I was frozen, hell I couldn't have moved even had even been aware enough to have wanted to. It wasn't caution or fear that held me back rather that I was in a state of sheer shock. Karen had always been a flirt and tease, but never quite that blatant in front of other people, and especially as brazen as she was being at that moment only a very few feet from my helpless gaze. The start of the next set was even worse although slightly less explicit. Standing almost touching the table, through the silk thin material of her dress, Paul was openly rolling the nipple of one on my wife's dainty tits between his fingers while, despite their closely pressed bodies, I could see my wife's hand active in the area of his groin. He had his tongue in her ear but over her shoulder his eyes were fixed unerringly on me. I couldn't really see his mouth so it must have been his eyes that told me he was smirking. There was this strong feeling that he was in possession of some knowledge denied me. Glancing round my table companions I suddenly realised that he was not the only one. The eyes of all were on me when it might have been thought that they would have been watching my wife's slutty behaviour - and the expressions on all their faces were all peculiar, with that of the trio of males all showing a strange mixture of envy and sympathy. However, it was the eyes of the three older women that were the most startling. All had the kind of look I would imagine seen often in the eyes of females about to watch a bout of gladiatorial combat in the Roman arena. I had previous noted the surreptitious glances of other dance patron showing an undue interest in our table and now it was even more pronounced. I was sitting there doing nothing and yet it felt as if I had a spotlight full on me. There had been a building tension all through the evening that I was convinced was not directly related to how I was feeling. Now the atmosphere was electric. Something had to break and it did. Instead of starting the second dance, Karen suddenly walked forward. Without actually sitting she leaned to give me a kiss and, replacing Betty's hand, give my dick a quick squeeze. Then pausing with her lips near my ear she whispered, "I'm going to the powder room, promise to be a good boy while I'm away." As if on cue, Betty eased herself past me and the two 'girls' went off together. Paul remained by the table, standing posing directly in front of me, a confident sneer on his mouth, his eyes on my face and his loins thrust provocatively forward. It may have been a trick of the light or an exaggeration caused by a fold in the trouser material, but the thick tube of flesh stretching the tight white mohair cladding his inner thigh, seemed to reach almost to his knee. I couldn't drag my eyes away - as hypnotised as effectively as a rodent by a snake. Karen and Betty reappeared far more quickly than I had expected. My aunt was somewhat in front and had slid back into her seat before my wife arrived. As Karen reached the booth she withdrew a hand from behind her back and, stretching it out, dropped a scrap of screwed up material onto the table in front of me. "Look after my panties for me honey," she said loudly, "I don't think I'll be needing them any more tonight." Stunned I watched them walk away, Karen's arm slipped round his waist and Paul's hand caressing her tantalising behind. "For God's sake put them in your pocket before everybody sees," hissed Betty " - though it looks as if everybody already has." I picked up the discarded item of underwear to find that it felt wringing wet. Perversely I had the irrelevant thought that if I did as she said it might ruin the silk pocket lining of my new suit. The dancing seemed to have stopped and all over the floor couples were staring in my direction and most were smiling. I saw one girl point and tell someone else what they had missed. In some magical way the people on the floor had cleared a path so that I had an unobstructed view of Paul and my wife as they approached the side door leading to the outside. At the door Karen stopped and looked over at the booth. Our eyes locked and, for a long second that seemed like an eternity, is was as if we were the only two people in the word. Even at that distance, I think she must have seen the anguish in my eyes because a look of doubt and uncertainty crossed her face and for a hopeful moment I though she might come back to me. But then the uncertainty was replaced by defiance. She turned and, without another backward glance, walked through the exit. In a daze I watched the door swing slowly closed behind them both. I don't think I had any real intent of following but I did try to stand only to find Betty's hand on my genitals effectively preventing me from moving - to be exact she had a firm grip on my balls. "Don't make a scene," she advised, "The three men at the table are under instruction to stop you if you try - so it will do no good and only make you look a fool." "A bigger fool than I look already," I said bitterly. "Nobody thinks you're a fool - in fact I think you'd be surprised how many husbands in here are feeling envious of you at this moment." My aunt's words went right past me because I was gripped by an imperative need to know what was happening outside. If I was going to prevented leaving the table, I had to use subterfuge, so I put on a show of indifference for a moment or to before saying as casually as I could, "Maybe I should take a quick peep through the door. It wouldn't make any difference if I promise not to interfere." "So you burst out the door and find they have only gone to cool down and smoke a cigarette. Wouldn't that make you feel a jealous idiot?" "Do you really think they are only smoking?" "No, they'll be kissing and Paul will almost certainly have his fingers inside her but that doesn't mean they won't come back inside when they've had a bit of fun," my aunt told me persuasively. "Why stop there?" "Lee, Paul can take his pick and always likes to do things properly. I bet it's a great many years since he was desperate enough to settle for a knee-trembler against a dancehall wall." "He could have got her in his car." "Have you seen his vehicle? It's a low slung, strict two-seater with individual large bucket seats. I reckon any kind of sex has got to be impossible in a car like that." All throughout these events my prick had been up and throbbing, painfully so, but in this slight relief from tension I became aware of another sensation. Looking down I realised I must have emitted large quantities of pre-cum. This had soaked through the material leaving me with an embarrassingly large, wet stain of the trouser leg of my new suit. After another half-hour of excitement and pain, I couldn't stand the tension any more. "How do we know they're still outside, they might have gone somewhere?" I pleaded, "I won't go myself but maybe uncle could check for me." "There's no need," Betty told me confidently. "Paul always does his big solo in the last quarter. He hasn't done it yet so he's bound to be back." That put me on for another half-hour or so but when the solo was taken by someone else it was plain something was awry. At my continued urging, Uncle did take a trip outside but returned after a couple of minutes to report that Paul's car had gone. My heart sank lower than it had ever been and I muttered dejectedly, "That's it then - I've lost her. There's no point hanging on here any longer." Uncle seemed to agree and the other two couples started gathering their things but Betty said firmly, "We stay. Suppose Karen does come back before the end of the dance, eager to be in her husband's arms again - how do you think she'll feel if she finds we're no longer here?" Deep down I knew my wife would not be returning to the dance, so I prepared to wait grimly for the end - with the constant stream of grinning couples dancing past our booth exacerbating my ordeal. I would have expected this prurient interest to have waned but the longer Karen was absent with the bandleader, the more it seemed to intensify. I was used to being admired and found it hard to cope with this constant feeling of humiliation but the strange thing is even though I hated it, it seemed to add to my underlying feeling of excitement. At long last the evening did draw to a close. I suspect that with their boss away the band members may have brought the event to a premature conclusion but I do know we made our way out to the car-park during the final dance. Getting into the car it hit me with full force. I had taken my wife out for the evening but now, while she was undoubtedly being fucked out of her mind by another man, I was returning home without her - rejected and discarded. All the time I had stayed in the dance hall there had been the chance that she would re-emerge through that door having had some sort of quick fling but her continuing absence moved this to a completely higher level. I felt a catch in my throat and, almost on the verge of tears, I turned and buried my head in Betty's ample bosom, sobbing, "Oh auntie, why has she done this to me." It was the first time I had addressed her like that since being a small child. Instead of the expected comforting arm, Betty pushed me away and when she spoke it was with a hard voice, "Because you told her she could." "I never did," I protested. "Poor Karen has been telling me all her problems. She complains that several times you've given her permission to have fun with Paul and other men but then you always changed your mind. That was very unfair of you. In the end she decided to take the decision out of your hands and I don't blame her. She's got my full support - in fact I helped her a lot in setting tonight up. Karen says that she knows you really want it to happen but lack the courage to take that first step." "So now you are against me as well," I mumbled, feeling totally abandoned. Even this evoked no sympathy. "Lee, I have to say that you are a big disappointment to me and I'm beginning to wonder if I wasted my time trying to prepare you for life. I spent hours telling you what to expect years ago but when the time comes it seems you're just not man enough to set your wife free. There are men who can give a woman the kind of infinite pleasure that is beyond your physical capabilities and it's your duty, as a loving husband, to stand aside and let her enjoy that pleasure." We sat in silence for the rest of the journey with me struggling with my aunt's harsh words. I was finding that what was extremely exciting as a fantasy hurt far too much when it was real. After uncle had pulled up in front of my house, I got out of the car and led the way to the front door but my fingers kept clumsily fumbling the key in the lock until Betty took over to let us enter. I walked straight to the couch and flopped down. It was like being in a dream, totally inconceivable - how could this possibly be happening? I had been on the football team for God's sake. Since then I had never regarded myself as the kind of eight stone weakling who has sand kicked in his face but I had sat and done absolutely nothing while another man stole my lovely wife, mother of my child, from right under my nose. Why hadn't I immediately followed them outside, put up a fight for my wife, at least tried to hit the bastard? I would certainly have lost any physical encounter but would that have mattered? Surely showing I was prepared to be hurt in order to keep her would have made my wife have second thoughts about going off with Paul. Being realistic, I had to admit that it was unlikely to have gone like that. Knowing my wife, I had to admit my attempted resistance wouldn't have made the slightest difference to her - in fact, watching me receive a thrashing would make Karen even more eager to open her legs for the victor. My aunt pressed a generously filled glass of whiskey into my hand and then sat down close beside me with her hand taking familiar station near the top of my thigh. "Lee, Karen is like a wild bird. Wild things can't survive in cages and she needs to be set free," Betty told me in a far gentler tone of voice. "I think that potential wildness was what first attracted you to her but now you're not prepared to pay the price that goes with it. Do you want your precious wife to reach her full potential - don't answer that because I know that you do. Well Karen deserves to be allowed to know what it is to be a full woman, you can't help her that way but Paul certainly can. Lee love, you've got to try and picture it and then you might understand. I know the size of your dick l and I experienced Paul's cock - and that distinction in words is deliberate. As I remember Paul's penis is almost double your length and at least twice as thick. When making love you give Karen a lot of pleasure so can you imagine the additional sensations she'll get with him - when he's penetrating to her very depths and stretching her to the limit. If he's got it up her now your lovely young wife won't know where she is - if she's anything like me, her mind will be on a completely different planet." In reaction to my aunts sincere words I made a partial concession but then grumbled, "Why did she have to do it this way - I don't think I'll be able to face your friends ever again." This provoked a chuckle. "Don't worry about them. Eve has had two regular lovers for years with her husband's knowledge and still looks out for new blood on the side. As for Norman, his wife moves lovers into the house for a week or so at the time. To keep it from their kids they had a connecting door installed between the master bedroom and the spare. That's where Norman sleeps when she's entertaining - sometimes she leaves the door open for him to watch and sometimes she doesn't. I actually told you about them years ago but you must have forgotten." This news did not cheer me unduly and as I was not yet in the emotional state that my aunt had in mind she murmured, "Don't forget that you have something in your pocket that might help." This was all that was the only reminder I needed to retrieve my wife's discarded garment - although no longer having the feel of actual wetness the panties were still very damp. It needed no urging for me to press them to my nose and have my senses submerged in my wife's very intimate odour. "Nobody here would mind if you wanted to taste them," Betty suggested softly. The transition between a first tentative touch with my tongue to having virtually the whole item crammed in my mouth was only an instant. Even though her juices had been set flowing by thoughts of another man I found the taste of my wife strangely comforting. Long after all 'flavour' had gone, over the ensuing long hours, whenever my spirits sagged I resorted to sucking that flimsy material as hungrily as any child with its security blanket. I was on a constant emotional roller coaster varying between great highs and the depths of despair. The highs were when Betty was near. She stayed close most of the time but the lows came immediately she left my side for some reason. Her soft words kept me at such an intense level of excitement that at times my heart verged on palpitation. Her words were a mixture of teasing, taunting and loving sympathy. This was exactly the same technique that my wife used on me and I suddenly realised that it had been my aunt who had tutored Karen in the art. At one point, when I think Betty had reason to visit the bathroom, a wave of anger overwhelmed me. Next moment I had stood and lurched across the room to reach in inebriated manner for my coat but before I could retrieve it from the hook, my aunt had appeared and grabbed hold of my arm, demanding, "Where do you think you're going Lee?" The Paul Night "I'm going out to get laid, if Karen can do it why can't I?" I spat back, vainly trying to retrieve my arm. "You can't love, that would ruin everything," Betty said urgently, tightening grip on my arm. I tried to shake her free but my surprisingly strong aunt was hanging on like a terrier. "What's so wrong with tit-for-tat and what makes you think everything isn't ruined already?" I asked bitterly. "What's the difference, if she can fuck other people with your approval, then why can't I?" Her hold loosened but without completely releasing my arm. "Come and sit down again love and let me tell you," Betty pleaded softly. "If you still want to go after listening to me, then I won't try to stop you." Reluctantly I allowed myself to be led back to where she tuned me to face her and held my hands in hers. Looking straight into my eyes she said, "There's a great difference. Karen is doing something that she needs to do but if you go out now and screw some casual tart, you will be doing it just for the sake of it - or for revenge which is worse. Sex done in anger is always bad sex. If you go out now and find a chippy to fuck, tomorrow you are going to feel completely empty. You might even start thinking of divorce but if you do, it will be due to disgust at your own actions rather than those of your wife." Betty raised my hand up to her mouth and pressed warm lips against my knuckle. "Do you believe that I love you Lee?" she asked. I could only nod. "I do. It's possibly wrong but I love you far more than any of my other nephews and nieces. The important question is this - do you think I would ever do something if I had any thoughts that it might harm you?" This time I shook my head violently. My hand was given another kiss and then she said, "You've got to trust me on this Lee but in future years, possibly for the rest of your life, you are going to look back on tonight and say a prayer of thanks that it happened." A short time later, when my aunt had been in the kitchen to prepare drinks, after leaving me a mug of coffee (to sober me up), she stopped for a chat with my uncle when taking him his. Their voices were low and I wasn't really listening but my ears picked up the name 'Sean'. Suddenly I was filled with panic and almost tipped over the mug in my urgency. "I don't want my dad to find out about this, he's the last person I want to know that Karen has cheated on me." Betty came to me quickly. "We would never tell your dad," she assured me, "- But I can't promise that he won't find out. Quite a lot at the dance knew and those that didn't had a very good idea that there was something going on." "I'm going to be a laughing stock," I mumbled unhappily, imagining all the smirks, sniggers and knowing looks. "How many men in this town are laughed at?" Betty said briskly. "I'll tell you - none. The reason is that there's scarcely a husband in the whole place who isn't in exactly the same boat - remember all the stories I used to tell you. My sweet, you have just joined a very big club and that's really all that has happened. "I did hear my dad's name mentioned," I persisted. "What was that about then?" Betty gave me one of her sexy grins, "OK, it looks as if I am going to have to confess. When telling you about all my naughty ways, I did neglect to mention that I once had a fling with your father. He was one of my first and it happened not too long after my wedding - and in circumstances not a lot different from tonight. Your uncle was just reminding me." I glanced over at her husband to see that he had been following our exchange. He was a quiet man and very sparing with his words. Even now he didn't break the habit, just nodding and giving a smile of encouragement along with a 'thumbs up' gesture. This wasn't enough for Betty, "Tell him - tell him about the first time I had Sean's long pole up me." "I almost went out of my mind waiting," he confided happily, "It was absolutely the best night of my life." At another low moment I muttered despondently, "I suppose this means she is going to keep fucking other men from now." My aunt slid her hand up to the top of my thigh. "That's not necessarily the case, although if it does turn out that way it isn't at all a bad thing because I think you could very easily get to enjoy it - like your uncle. But the reason it need not establish a precedent is that Paul is special. As I said, I had my turn with him some years ago and know what I'm talking about. Lee, there are a very few exceptional men in the world and I believe every woman is entitled to experience at least one in her lifetime. Paul is a superb male specimen, he's also an excellent lover and although I've been with lots of men, Paul has the biggest cock by far." Betty paused and then reconsidered, "That's not quite true because Sean ran him damn close and might even have had the edge." I think that I may have started breathing heavily due to the mental picture now in my head, and quick to pick up on this Betty started softly painting in details. "It's not just the length of his cock but I reckon that he can get twice are far into Karen's as you can, pleasuring her in places that you can only dream of reaching. He's also very thick. Your lovely wife's pussy will be so stretched to accommodate him, she'll feel as if she is being split in half and she will be loving every second. She won't feel guilty because you will be far from her thoughts, I doubt if she will be able to think of anything except the long thick tube of throbbing flesh deep inside her." This was too much and I gave an in inadvertent moan. My dick was now intolerably stiff, straining against the constraint of my pants it felt brittle and almost in danger of snapping. The pain along its length was very real and I was also additional discomfort from the powerful ache in my balls. Noticing my distress, Betty said happily, "We had better get that little thing out, it hasn't got room to breathe in there." She undid my trousers and very gently removed my turbulent organ and when it was straining upwards in the air, muttered approvingly, "Well perhaps not that small anymore." Looking down I could see that my penis looked larger than it had ever been but at the same time far from healthy. The helmet was dark red, almost purple with the skin stretched so tight that it looked shiny and in imminent danger of splitting. "Oh dear, you do need some help with this," Betty murmured. I took a deep breath, the prospect of imminent relief making me almost light headed. My eyes were closed but when Betty only grasped my shaft round the base, otherwise keeping her hand still, I opened them again. My aunt was waiting and having got my attention she said sternly, "I'm going to take it in my mouth but only to soothe - I don't want you to do any squirting. If you feel that starting you must tell me and I'll stop it happening. It's not that I don't like swallowing your cum, you should remember that very well - but tonight it's important that we keep it all inside you." Her other hand slipped under my balls as she explained, "Your testicles are in perfect proportion to the rest of your gear but unfortunately Paul is the same. His nuts are larger than goose eggs and he can pump out an everlasting supply of thick creamy cum. Karen's lover likes impregnating other men's wives, he's done it to six that I know personally and I'm sure there must be a great many more. So he will be trying hard to get his sperms into her womb and with that marvellous cock deep inside her, your wife will be wanting him to knock her up every bit as much as he. Honey - Karen is ovulating right at this moment." When she said that my head felt that it was going to explode and the head was not the only part of my body so affected. My cock started twitching violently but my aunt was prepared for the emergency and skilfully applied pressure with her fingers to prevent ejaculation. When the crisis was over, she went on, "So you see Lee, if you don't want to bring up the bandleaders child then your only chance is sperm competition. The moment Karen gets home, you must put as much of yours into her as you can possibly muster." At some time in the early hours of the morning Betty jumped up and said briskly, well she'll not be back tonight now, come on my lad, I'll do you a nice hot drink and then it's off to bed for you." I think it was actually uncle who made the drink but Betty did go into the kitchen to carry it through. When my mug was empty, my aunt had to help me to the bedroom because I was unsteady on my feet, this partly due to alcohol but mainly because my dick was so painfully stiff that I didn't know what to do with myself. When Betty didn't then leave I hesitated until she ordered me to get my kit off, with the reminder that she had seen it all before. So I undressed under her watchful gaze but on getting into bed I was surprised to see her also removing her clothes. "In this situation you're never going to get to sleep in an empty bed so I'm going to stay until you're safely in dreamland, just as I did when you were a little boy," she explained. Then as she slid in beside me and her hand found my dick, she added, "And you are never going to get any sleep with your little weenie in this state. Put your hands on my tits my love, close your eyes and leave it all to your auntie. It took only a few strokes from her talented fingers and I exploded. I was asleep instantly - since then I've suspected that she put something in my warm drink. I think I woke once in the night. I can vaguely remember reaching out for Karen, but in a bemused state assumed she had gone to the loo. It was well past midday when I woke properly. This time when I reached out and found warm flesh, I happily thought it was my wife but on opening my eyes it was to see Betty's round face grinning happily at me. "Isn't she back?" As I spoke the feeling of despair again overwhelmed me. "She will be back but I've told her not to come back until she's completely ready. She knows that I've got everything under control here. I think we'll be seeing her sometime today but it might be tomorrow, it all depends on how much of Paul's powerful prodding she's able to take. Come on Lee, put a smile on that face, your wonderful wife is having the time of her life and I don't want you begrudging her a single second." Somehow I managed to muster a wan grin. "Good boy, that deserves a little reward, you can put your hand on my pussy if you want. Isn't that nice. How long is it since you last did this to me? Feel how wet I am. That's the effect of what Karen is doing has on me - though your old uncle did add his own very small contribution during the night. That's it; push your fingers in as far as they'll go. Now think of this - that is how far your little dick would reach if I let you fuck me. But imagine you could get your fist in and your arm, almost up to the elbow - well it's not too much of an exaggeration to compare with what Karen's had in her while she's been away. If I'm any judge of your passionate wife, she'll be getting fucked crazy by a weapon that size at this very moment. How can you possibly want to deny her an experience like that?" I was rock hard again, this caused by the feel of Betty's warm wetness, the image conjured by her words - and the fact that her fingers were again at work on my dick. The combination proved too powerful because I began an involuntary humping motion with my hips and unfortunately that ended the treat. "No you don't," Betty said with a grin. "If Karen doesn't come back today I will toss you off again tonight but apart from that possibility, you are on wank watch for the rest of the day my lad - and when you want to go to the loo, uncle is under orders to go with you." Soon after I was bustled out of bed to find a full breakfast waiting for me. I didn't think I was hungry but polished off the lot. It was not until the middle of the afternoon that I first thought about my son and asked why he wasn't back. "My sister knows the exact situation here and she is going to look after him for as long as it takes. You know he's very happy at her house," Betty reassured me. "If I ring her before six o'clock she'll bring him straight round otherwise he'll be there until tomorrow - or whenever." I slumped back on the couch immersed in my thoughts but my aunt didn't allow me this indulgence for long. "Just because Karen is enjoying a bit of a carnal holiday doesn't mean we should let her home go to rack and ruin. Come on Lee, I'm going to tidy up and you're going to help me - at least it will keep your hands busy and stop them constantly edging down wanting to play with your prick." There wasn't really a lot to do but as I headed back to my 'pit' on the couch, I was told, "You haven't finished yet because I've got another little job for you. "I'm going to have a nice warm bath and you are going to run it for me." By the time that I had let in the right depth of water and added the oils I knew my wife liked, Betty was naked and I watched appreciatively as her round little body got into the bath and sat down. If I thought that my cue to exit, I was mistaken. "Don't go Betty," ordered, "I've brought you in here especially because I want to say something to you in private. Go and stand in the corner where I can see you." "Put out your tongue as far as it will go," Betty ordered. "It may surprise you my lovely boy but that is by far the most important sexual organ you've got. You will never be as good at fucking as well hung men but you can be exceptional at licking pussy. Your uncle is pretty damn good but you've got fuller lips and I think you could be even better than he is. It's up to you to make yourself the best there is. I'm not claiming it will make Karen lose her craving for big cocks but it does mean that she will come always back to you afterwards. Years ago when I was helping you learn how to be a man, I wish now that I had taught you how to use your tongue well - but there were reasons that I didn't. Your uncle doesn't mind how many cocks I have up me but he gets a bit jealous if I let other men suck my cunt - he thinks that's his department. I love him and he gives me so much freedom that I try not to hurt his susceptibilities unnecessarily. Fortunately for him, very few men with large sexual organs ever think of exercising their tongues as well." Having delivered her serious commercial, my knowing aunt abruptly switched into teasing mode, "OK you can come here and wash me - I know that you want to." Quickly I walked, took the proffered soap and when I had plenty on my hands they made a bee-line for her breasts. For the next very pleasant couple of minutes or so, I sensuously pushed the suds round her lush globes, making sure to brush her large erect brown nipples with my thumbs on every circuit. I could have happily continued for ages but Betty said laughingly, "I know they're bigger than Karen's pretty titties but you can get too much of a good thing you know. Help me stand up because I want you to wash me all over, I mean all over - and that's plenty of lather between my legs. Careful where you put your fingers though because I don't like soap inside me." After her bath I was hoping to dry her but my wise aunt banished me from the bathroom, no doubt realising that I was already to close to my limit. I limped painfully back in the living room to find uncle waiting. He handed me a menu with the information that we were having some Chinese food delivered and saying that I should make my selection. After the meal a lot of the evening still stretched ahead. I assumed that we would probably watch TV but Betty was having none of that. Her point was that I might just stare at the box and switch myself off leaving her no control over my thoughts. I was told it was either cards of scrabble and ordered to choose. I have no love for three handed cards but the prospect of the word game was even worse. So that is what we played. The previous night Betty had been always ready to top up my glass but for some reason she now declared alcohol verboten. Shortly before midnight with my wife not yet returned, Betty sent Frank into the kitchen to make us a drink and then told me she felt sure Karen would be back soon. "I want to tell you something that is very vital," Betty said and the look on her face made me give her my full attention. "I want to know what you are going to do when she does walk in because that is going to be possibly the most important moment of your life." My aunt's words were accentuated by the fact that she again took my hand and held it in hers. "A little while earlier I told you of the skill you needed to acquire with your tongue but do you also remember a long time ago, me telling you about the oldest and most primitive birth control method." I nodded because I remembered well - I don't think that image had ever left my mind completely. "If you are not ready to increase your family at the moment, that's what you will have to do," Betty told me bluntly. I shook my head slowly. I was more than prepared to engage in sperm competition but if this other thing was my choice, I would rather Karen got pregnant. My aunt very obviously didn't like my response and when she spoke, although not exactly harsh, her voice was certainly more forceful. "Listen to me Lee, right up to sitting his car with Paul outside this house, your wife won't have had a care in the world but from the moment she steps through your door, she'll be overcome with guilt. She needs to have that guilt taken from her and the question is if you love her enough to do that. Once she has had all evidence of transgression sucked out her she will feel vindicated. It's the only way to validate her actions. You have to not just tell her you forgive her but show that you accept what she's done." Betty paused to let her words sink in and then said, "Lee my lovely boy, all of your life I have never asked a single thing of you but I want you to make a promise to me now. No matter how you feel about it, swear that you will give your wife this special comfort when she arrives." "I swear," I said, I could hardly do otherwise but I found that speaking the words was by far the easiest bit. To put it mildly, I had little enthusiasm for what had been asked of me and as the time passed I even began to half hope that Karen would delay her return for another day, so that I could better prepare myself for what lay ahead. There was also another small factor - as the clock hands edged up to 1 a.m. I had rather begun to look forward to Betty giving me that promised relief with her hand. At 2 a.m. we heard a car outside. All three of us stood and waited expectantly. I would like to believe that it was will-power that stopped me running to the door but Betty's firm grip on my arm undoubtedly had a lot to me remaining in place. It could only have been three minutes before the door opened and Karen walked it but it certainly felt a great deal longer. That once pristine new dress now looked completely bedraggled, hanging on her like a rag and even from a distance I could see hickies on her breasts above the torn neckline. Her hair was a complete mess but it was my darling's face that gave most evidence of what had happened during her absence from me. Ignoring the swollen lips, I sought her eyes to find a composite of different emotions - or maybe they just flitted, each following another in a quick transitory succession. I saw the same mixture of defiance and uncertainty witnessed just before she exited the dancehall door but now there was the addition of almost total exhaustion, in contrasting combination with a look of supreme exhilaration. For a long moment we just stood and looked at each and this gave Betty the chance to jump in first. "Us old ones are going to get off straight away and leave you two young lovebirds in peace. Karen love, Lee has something that he wants to do as soon as possible." The Paul Night These words had a magical effect on Karen because she strode forward confidently and threw her arms round my neck. "I love you so very much," she said. Postscript. I am not going to tell of the personal sex life that I enjoy with my wife but feel honour bound to give some kind of update. Perhaps the semen competition did end in my favour - Betty had suggested that my sperms might be nearly all killers with few impregnators. On the other hand it could be that, against all likelihood, my primitive form of birth control actually worked. The important fact is that my wife's period turned up exactly on schedule at the end of the month. She did miss the next month but that time I had managed the miracle and rung the bell myself, for only the second time. This was not our grand entry into a hot wife lifestyle. I told Karen that I was pleased that she had enjoyed her hours with Paul and 'got him out of her system' but I said I had found the whole experience far too traumatic to willingly undergo it again any time soon. It was several more years before she again opened her legs for another man and ever since I have berated myself for causing that delay. I can only tell myself that it was not until then that she found another man she desired as intensely. At one point that night Betty said, "Uncle is my Cuckold King and I'm his Whore Queen. We're very much in love and totally happy - and I just hope that you and Karen can find the same. She would be pleased to know that we eventually did. ***** Author's note. That was certainly the plan in every detail concocted by Karen and Betty but the truth is that it didn't actually happen. The tale is true up to the point where Karen paused at the side door before leaving with Paul but looking back, the stricken look on her husband's face caused her to lose her nerve and return to him. The ramifications from that night were such that it was another seven years before my friend finally became a willing cuckold although Karen continued to cheat during that time. During their long marriage Karen had sex with vast numbers of men but my friend had the occasional lover himself. This story was written shortly before they celebrated their Golden Wedding. Looking back on his life, Lee admitted to me that his one major regret was that his wife didn't leave with the bandleader that night.