Journey into Cuckoldry - Dirty Dozen - Sex Stories

Journey into Cuckoldry - Dirty Dozen

... eye, “and thank you for... for all you’ve done for us!” He beamed at me, his smile making him look five years younger, then closed the door, waved and ran into the station. When I returned to Carmen and Steve’s house, Julie and Gary’s car was in the driveway again. I parked alongside but as I approached the front door, key in hand I noticed Gary sitting in the front seat. He looked pale and his eyes were big and red as if he’d been awake all night. I smiled and waved to him and received a pained smile in return then he stepped out of the car and fell in step alongside me as we entered the house. I felt him tense up as he crossed the threshold and when we entered the empty kitchen and I began to make strong coffee I knew his first question wouldn’t be far away. “I’m not sure I can stand it!” he said quietly but directly, wrong-footing me for a moment. “Now you’re a cuckold?” I replied, trying to be direct myself and keep emotion out of my voice. “Yes! No! I don’t know,” his voice sounded strained, “I suppose that IS what I am now but…” His voice faded and I thought for a moment. “It’s not easy, that’s true but... you love your wife, don’t you?” I eventually asked. “Of course! I’m crazy about her! I adore her!” “That’s good and it shows. I love Alice too. And you want to make her happy?” “More than anything else in the world.” “And that shows too! Think of it this way; you’re a good husband, you care for your wife, take care of all her needs, support her in her career, with ...

... your new family, you do all you can for her. You find you can make her happy in every respect but one. You can’t make her truly happy in bed, can you?” He looked at the floor. “We are… were… quite a naïve couple. Neither of us had slept with anyone else before… before…” “Before Carmen happened?” I finished his sentence. Gary nodded and I chuckled. “She’s a force of nature, isn’t she? I suppose the two of us should think of our lives as clearly divided between BC and AC.” “Before Carmen and After Carmen?” he grinned sheepishly and I nodded, for a moment wondering where all this wisdom I was professing had come from. “Now, thanks to her, both of us have learned how great sex can be for our wives in the right circumstances and with the right lover. It just turns out that the right lover isn’t either of us.” He laughed mirthlessly, “That’s one way of looking at it I suppose.” “Then accept it, Gary. I’d guess that you get incredibly aroused watching her being seduced and then fucked. Then you feel dirty and guilty afterwards; partly for letting it happen at all - even though you know it’s what she really wants - partly for enjoying seeing someone else’s cock where only yours should be, but mostly because for men like us, watching our wives have incredible multiple orgasms is the most erotic thing on earth!” He was nodding so I continued: “And of course there’s the whole Alpha Male issue. Being a cuckold means accepting you’re not the Alpha Male in your wife’s bed any more. In one way ...