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Watching My Wife

... quit talking about him, that’s when he made his big push, if I’d realized it then.

She’s going to fuck him tomorrow. She talked about his cock as it enters her. She has actually talked to him about what it's going to be like. He's done this before. She’s not the first one; does she know that?

I went back to the bathroom, and she was just finishing up. “He’s done this before; do you know that? You’re not the first and probably not the last.”

She frowned at me before saying, “Yes, I know that. He’s told me; he hasn’t hidden it. We’ll be fucking for a couple of months, and we’ll get tired of each other. It’s what comes after, you need to worry about. From what Simon says, I’ll be cucking you for a long time with other men. I wouldn’t do this; risk my marriage just for him, do you think?. He taught me that I should be able to fuck anyone I want. We’re going to meet at Monaco’s for dinner at six. If you want to watch, be there. If you don’t, go home. I’ll be home by noon Saturday, he says.”

She was drying off and continued, “I’ll be to bed in a few minutes; if you want your last pre-cuck fuck with me, we have all night. If not, well, it’s your choice. Just so you know, he’s told me that wives who stop having sex with their husbands don’t stay married. Happily married, at least. I intend to stay married.”

I’m overwhelmed. Yes, I thought something was happening, but not this. I didn’t think he’d gotten this far. Can I stop her? Do I want to stop her? That’s an even ...

... more important question. My cock says no; I don’t.

I went to bed and waited for her, trying to decide if I would or could take advantage of her offer of sex tonight.

I’m going to be a cuck, the subject of all those names: cuck, wimp, faggot, pussywhipped. I’ve even thought those things about other men. Am I going to end up sucking her lover’s cocks, am I going to let them fuck me, or, god, dress like a sissy? I can’t imagine. I guess I can just stop it by leaving. I wonder why they don’t. Maybe some of them do.

When she got into bed, she turned to me and kissed me. “I’d like you to make love to me; I don’t expect he’ll be doing much of that for me. But this time you choose: make love or fuck me. I want you one last time before, uh, before Simon does.

I wanted to fuck her, but I didn't. We made gentle love with lots of affection and soft kissing, and we ended with a 69 with her mouth on my cock and my mouth in her pussy. Both of us were intent on making love. She came first, spasming while I was sucking her clit. Her climax, as it often did, caused me to cum. It was the very first time I’d been able to do it in her mouth.

We cuddled and then slept, waking with the alarm at six thirty.

During the day, I was undecided about meeting them at Monaco’s, but I found myself in front without actually deciding. I walked in at exactly six, and they were sitting at a booth next to each other. I sat across from them and nodded at Simon. I was barely able to look at him. So ...