Becoming A Cuckold Husband — Part 7

“Andy. My name is Andy.”

Excerpt From Part 6

Friday came, and Caron and I met Alex at a restaurant in town. Caron looked radiant in a yellow shoulderless sundress.

Alex was a muscled, athletic guy with dark brown hair and an intense look about him. He seemed rough and rugged but was dressed in an expensive suit, white shirt, and red tie. He stood over six feet tall.

“Hi, guys,” Alex said with a husky, confident voice. He gave me a hard handshake and towered over me as I stood to greet him.

“Hello, Alex. Nice to meet you. This is my wife, Caron,” I said. Alex smiled, nervously shook my hand again, and kissed my wife’s cheek.

“Caron, you are beautiful,” he said, gently hugging her. I looked at Caron. A warm glow spread across her cheeks, turning them a rosy hue that quickly crept down her neck to her chest, starkly contrasting with her yellow dress.

“Thank you,” she replied with a slight nod and a shy grin.

As we were seated at a table, Alex sat across from Caron and me. This was new to my wife and me; my heart was racing, and my palms were sweaty. The conversation was stiff, awkward, and very forced. I looked around the restaurant and thought of the people we were among. Most of them seemed normal, nothing out of the ordinary.

No one paid attention to us, yet I was uneasy and paranoid about why we were there. After all, I was meeting a stranger who would likely be fucking my wife repeatedly over the weekend. When the server came, Sarah ordered a martini. Alex ordered a Knob Creek on the Rocks, and I ordered a Cosmopolitan.

“We’re excited to meet you, Alex. Sarah and Brad have talked a lot about you,” I said, attempting to initiate the conversation.

Caron excused herself to go to the restroom. When she returned, Alex stood, and my wife sat on his side of the table. After taking a deep breath, I sipped my drink, trying to conceal my discomfort at my wife’s move. I smiled broadly while staring blankly around the room as she settled in.

“What are your expectations?” Alex asked, looking at Caron. “I think telling me what you want me to do is best. What are your anticipations, Caron?” Alex asked.

I answered. “Caron and I have never done anything like this. We’ve just discussed it, but we’ve never done it. We want to have fun, experiment, and learn a little.”

Caron continued, “Sarah has told me a little about you. You sound experienced and nice. I want to be sure you understand that for now, I won’t be into BDSM, and I won’t purposefully want pain unless I ask you for something specific.”

Alex responded, “Caron, is there anything you would enjoy doing that you haven’t done before? That you haven’t thought much about? It could be something as simple as being tickled or maybe something more daring?” Caron’s cheeks blushed heavier than before with embarrassment as she made eye contact with Alex.

“You’re nervous,” he said. “Is there anything that you’d like to try? Just between the three of us? Anything, okay? You don’t have to worry about me telling Sarah or Brad.”

Caron sat and fidgeted uncomfortably, not answering Alex’s question immediately as the waiter brought her another martini.

“I want you to let me fuck you in the ass,” Alex said matter-of-factly as he picked up his bourbon and took a long drink. He looked at me and then back to Caron to see our reactions while my wife downed her second martini with one gulp.

“What?” I asked. “I don’t think she wants that, do you? I asked Caron. Caron and I looked at each other. “I guess I wouldn’t mind trying that — anal. I’ve never done that,” she responded uncomfortably, looking down at her empty glass. I sat dumbfounded at Caron’s response.

“How about you, Allen? What do you want to do? And by the way, I’m straight,” Alex added with a sly grin.

“Andy. My name is Andy. And I’m straight, too.”

Caron moved closer to Alex. I could tell that her hand had moved to his thigh under the table. “Sarah said you have a huge cock when he gets hard.” She grinned at Alex.

“That’s right. I guess I do.”

“Do you insist on condoms? Sarah and Brad always bring plenty of them, but Brad didn’t use one.”

Alex removed a condom pack from his pocket and handed it to Caron. She took it and looked at it. Durex XXL. “That’s what I use when I need one,” Alex told her with a slight grin. Caron turned the package over, looking at the wrapper, the dimensions of the condom, and how large it was. “If I wear a regular size, it may split,” he added.

“Oh my god,” Caron said with a nervous laugh. The server brought Caron another martini without being asked, and they were obviously affecting her.

“It’s all up to you,” Alex said. “Are you sure you want to try this? It’s okay to back out if you are uncomfortable.”

“I’m sure. Let’s give this a try.” Caron said with a smile.

“You’re the boss,” Alex said as he leaned over and kissed my wife. She kissed him back. Alex moved closer to her, and he kissed her passionately. Her hand was still on his thigh. Alex had one hand on her side, his other on her neck as they kissed, their tongues rolling around each other’s mouths.

“Okay. I’m ready,” Caron whispered, emptying her V-glass once again.

We finished our drinks, and I paid the bill, then we walked to our cars. Alex and Caron stood at the hood of Alex’s car while I got into our car. I watched through the side mirror as my wife and Alex kissed again. I watched, my heart pounding as Alex’s hands found her tits.

Alex led my wife to the passenger door and opened it, and Caron stepped in. She looked at me while Alex got in on the driver’s side. Caron leaned over, kissing him, and then her head disappeared in his lap. His hand moved over her head. He reclined the back of his seat. She was sucking his cock. Oh my god!

My cock was hard. My heart raced. I was thrilled and terrified. I wanted to watch, and yet I didn’t. I watched my wife in another guy’s car sucking another guy’s cock. I felt excitement. I looked back at the restaurant. It was so public.

I watched, occasionally seeing the back of Caron’s head come into view as it bobbed up and down. I imagined her lips sealing around the massive shaft and disappearing into her mouth. Then it would reappear, wet, shiny, coated with Caron’s saliva.

I watched for a long time before Caron set up and wiped her mouth, quickly glancing in my direction. Alex stepped out and opened Caron’s door she stepped out. Alex walked her to our car and opened the door. Caron kissed him one more time and got in.

Bending over to look at me, Alex said, “You’re a lucky man, Allen. I’ll see you two at the cabin tomorrow afternoon.”

“Andy. My name is Andy.”