Journey into Cuckoldry - Cloud Nine - Sex Stories

Journey into Cuckoldry - Cloud Nine

... “Gary, how do you know he’ll be happy too? How do you know he’ll go along with it?” Carmen laughed aloud. “Let’s just say he reminds me a lot of you, Mister Cuckold,” she tapped me on the hand, “in the nicest possible way, of course.” I had no idea what she meant by that but I knew better than to ask at that moment because a couple more young Mums complete with buggies arrived and sat at the table right next to ours. Further intimate conversation would now be impossible. Carmen frowned at them then giggled at my obvious unease while rummaging in her handbag. “Here,” she slid a small piece of old envelope across the table towards me. I looked puzzled. “It’s that number you wanted. I suspect you might need it soon.” I picked up the paper and saw the single word ‘Mitch’ followed by a mobile phone number. I could feel myself blushing as I thanked her and offered to buy us both another round of coffee. *** It was Friday evening and ‘Movie Night’ in our household. Once a month Alice and I would take the kids to whatever movie they wanted, if and only if they could decide what it should be without fighting. The week had passed quite quickly thanks to a very busy time at work. Unfortunately our sex life had reduced still further, but at least it gave me time in bed at night to think about what to do about Alice and her potential lovers. Predictably, I hadn’t come to anything like a conclusion other than realising that her need was growing by the day and I was unlikely to satisfy it ...

... as we hadn’t had sex since the Sunday morning, a full five days ago. Apart from this, our relationship was as sound as ever and the atmosphere in the family was warm and close as we discussed the evening’s activities. For a rare treat for the kids, we had taken then for pizza in a chain restaurant nearby before going to the multi-screen complex for our movie. This time there had been no argument from anyone about our choice. A new Pixar animated comedy had just been released which even Alice and I wanted to see so we had booked tickets days in advance to be sure of getting seats. To make doubly sure, we had eaten dinner early and arrived forty minutes before the start to get to the front of the queue and secure a good position in the auditorium. The downside of this was that we had a long wait in line which the kids were finding difficult and were helping the time pass by arguing about absolutely everything. All the screens in the theatre were busy, it seemed, and for a while, Alice and I watched the families and couples as they wandered in, making comments under our breath about the inadvisability of some people’s choice of attire. It was childish and catty but we were bored and at least it gave us a break from the kids’ squabbling. Eventually our queue began to move and I turned to herd the kids forward when Alice put her hand on my arm and pulled me round. “Hey,” she suddenly whispered hoarsely, “isn’t that Carmen and Steve?” “Where?” “Over there with that pregnant couple.” ...