************PHIL************

We went upstairs, where she bathed, and then she insisted I help her dress. I had to put lotion on her pussy, her cunt. She was calling it her cunt now. I had to pick out her outfit and help her into it. 

She says I’ll enjoy it too, but enjoyment is hard to compare with the emotions I’m going through. Yes, there’s anticipation, but it’s combined with humiliation. Humiliation and, god, I hate that I actually want it. I want Laura; I want to hear her fucking someone. Someone else. This isn’t enjoyment, it’s something else.

She’s ready; in fact, she’s eager to get there and find her first lover. Is this what all those husbands who are cuckolds feel, a combination of anticipation and apprehension, excitement and despair? The conflicting emotions are confusing me. I should tell her no, you can’t do this, but that’s not what’s happening.

When we parked, Laura leaned over and kissed me, saying, “I love you, Phil, I do. Afterward, I want you to reclaim me.” Laura looked at me compassionately. “I really want this.”

I got out and helped her with the door and escorted her in. Inside, we greeted Mandy and Al, and while talking to them, I looked around, wondering who she’d pick. 

Laura seemed happy, even ebullient, as she looked around. I’d never asked her what she was looking for: a stranger, someone she knew, single, or married. 

Whatever criteria she had, she was looking. We moved through the crowd and found a table and sat down. I was trembling and feeling sick. 

She leaned over to me and kissed me, saying, “Relax, darling, I love you now and I’ll love you after, too. This is something you want; you know you do.”

Relax, I’m as relaxed as I’m going to be tonight. Will I know the guy I have to ask, or not? ‘It’s not our duty to question. It's our duty to do or die.’ Where did that come from? It feels about right, though.

As the chairs filled at our table, they were people we knew slightly, and my tremors seemed to ease. After dinner, there were some awards and then dancing. When Laura and I danced, she was searching the crowd until she suddenly relaxed. 

She’s picked her lover, the man I have to ask to fuck her. It’s really happening. I think until now, I thought it wouldn’t happen.

“You’ve picked him, haven’t you? Who is he?”

“Honey, yes, I have, but let's sit-down before I tell you.” We went back to our table and sat down. There was only one couple left, and they were having an intense discussion, an argument, it looked like.

I was nervous as I asked, “Who is it?”

“His name is Fisher, and I met him at the new member committee meetings. You don’t know him, I don’t think. He’s at that table over there talking to Aaron. I think it is. He runs an insurance business over on 52nd Avenue."

I’d seen him, but we’d never met except casually. 

When Aaron’s wife returned, they stood and went to the dance floor. I got up, trembling, and sat down next to him. “My name is Phil, um, Phill Roth. You know my wife, Laura.”

“Sure, we’re on the membership committee together.” He answered, “Nice lady.”

“Yes, I agree. The thing is.” I couldn’t get it out at first. I tried again, “She wants to… she wants me to ask you to make love to her. To fuck her tonight. At our house. I’ll be in the house, but not where I can watch. She won’t allow it.

“This will be our first time, Fisher, but she wants you to be her first lover, and she’s making me ask you.” My voice trailed off.

Startled, he couldn’t say anything at first. “Laura, your wife wants me?” He looked over at Laura, then back at me. She was looking at him and gave a slight nod.

“You want me to…” and his voice trailed off. “Make love to your wife? This isn’t some joke, is it? Go to your house and screw your wife?”

“We can go over and ask her if you need to. What she’s said is she wants to be fucked, not anything so civilized as making love.”

I can’t believe I’m sitting here trying to convince him to fuck Laura, make me her cuckold. This is what she wants, and it seems I do too.

I stood and waited. He hesitated, looked at Laura, and stood. We went to our table, and the other couple had left, so it was just the three of us.

We sat down with Laura in the middle. Fisher asked Laura, “Phil just said you want me to…he says fuck you. He said you want us to fuck in your house, but he won’t watch. Is that right? You want it? He’s not forcing you, is he?”

“No, I want it. He wants it too, but I’m making it happen. I want to be fucked, hard, used. God, Fisher, just sitting here with you is making it clearer what I want.”

She looked at me, “Phil i'm sorry if this is too much, but I want something different. I want sticky, gooey fucking. I don’t want to be a delicate wife with him, god Phil.”

I could feel tears in my eyes as I listened to her.

She looked at him and asked, “Are you up for it? Can you give me what I need from you?”

Fisher looked at Laura, then me, and said, “Let’s go. Laura, you go with me.”

We stood, and Laura picked up her purse, and we left. I went to our car alone.

I’m committed now. She going to be fucked. What did she say? A sticky, gooey fuck. She wants his cum in her and on her. In her pussy and her mouth? I can hardly believe it. What she wants.

I started the car and slowly drove home.

************LAURA************

When we stepped out of the hotel, Phil went to our car while Fisher led me to his car, opened the door for me, and then went to the driver's seat.

He looked at me for a moment and started the car before asking me. “How far can I go tonight, Laura? I’m able to go pretty far, but I’m not into rape.”

I looked away from him before trying to answer, “I’m not sure. It wasn’t until you sat next to me that I realized I wasn’t just wanting to cuck Phil; I wanted something different.

"I want to be fucked; your cock in my pussy. I want your cum, too.”

He interrupted, “You mean your cunt, don’t you?”

Cunt. Is that what I mean? My cunt? It’s such a nasty word, but it’s the right word. Cunt, cunt.

“God, Fisher, I’m not used to that word, but yes, my cunt. God that feels so slutty saying it.

“I want your cum in my cunt.”

I thought for a moment. “Slutty,? What’s too far?. Um, shit, and urine, I’ve heard of that, ugh. Pain? Maybe a little. Marking me? Yes, I think.”

“I’m going to enjoy making you my slut. At our meetings, you’ve always seemed so prim and proper. Making you my slut, I’m going to relish every second of. it.”

He started up, and I directed him to our house. We parked on the street, and Phil was behind us and parked in the garage.

We went in and Fisher took over, saying, “Let’s get started; there’s no reason to pretend we don’t know why we’re here.” He took my arm and told me, “Send Phil to his room and take me to your bedroom. That’s where we’re going to cuck him, isn’t it?”

I nodded to Phil and then led him into Phil’s and my bedroom. Phil was visibly trembling as I shut the door and locked it. 

He turned to me and started unzipping my dress. "Now, slut, let’s see what you have to offer." He finished unbuttoning my dress and let it fall to the floor. Now it was my turn to tremble.

I’ve given him cart blanch to fuck me however he wanted. How is he going to start? Give me time to get warmed up? 

He helped me step out of my dress and unfastened my bra, and stood there.

I froze for a moment until I realized he wanted me to drop it to the floor and show him my tits. After getting my nerve up, I shook my shoulders, and it fell to the floor. I could feel the heat on my cheeks and neck.

“They’re beautiful, Laura,” he said, and touched the tips and tweaked them softly.
"Tell me what you want."

I knew Phil heard everything and hesitated before saying, “Harder, harder. Treat them like you own them, Fisher. They’re your tits here.”

“So I can bite them? Suck on them and leave hickies for Phil to see when we’re through?”

He bit me, and I screamed, and he quit. “Don’t stop, Fisher, don’t stop. I’m screaming because it feels so good, so different from Phil.”

When he restarted, all I could do was moan, “Yes, yes, god yes.” 

Thinking about Phil and what he was hearing, I felt that familiar feeling erupt. “I’m coming, I’m coming, and we’re not even naked yet.” Convulsing, I screamed and collapsed.

I need more of this, please, god, more.

I finished getting naked while watching Fisher doing the same. When Fisher stripped his boxers off, I stopped to admire his cock, and whisper, “It’s beautiful, your cock, Fisher, I can’t wait, please.”

In the beginning, I was playing to the audience, Phil. Now it’s for Fisher.

************PHIL************

I closed the door to our extra bedroom, flicked the switch, turned on the speaker, and I could hear noises. A zipper. Then he was calling her his slut, god, his slut.

Then I heard what sounded like clothes hitting the floor and a moan. 

He’s undressing her; that sounds like her dress. She’s whispering. Then she was telling him to do whatever he was doing, but harder. It’s her tits, I know it is. Is it his hands or his mouth?

“Treat them like you own them.” Laura is telling him to be rougher. 

Hell, he’s actually asking for permission to bite them, to leave marks for me to see. And then she screamed. He’s hurting her.

He’s hurting her, and she’s begging him not to stop.

I’m hearing noises, but I can’t tell what they’re doing. I can imagine, though.

She screaming. She’s coming right now, and I can hear her telling him she’s coming, and I can’t stop it. 

There are murmurs, and I hear the bed moving. I’m trying to remember, did she say, he’s better than I am?

Of course she is; why else is she fucking him?. 

************LAURA************

I lay back on the bed and he caressed me while I reached for his cock to hold it.

He’s going to be putting this in me. All the teachers at the cuckolding seminars said the first time you feel it, the first time it’s inside of you, and the first time you feel him releasing his cum in you, is magical. I can believe it.

He kneeled beside me with one hand on my tits, his other, on my cunt, and his tongue probing my mouth. I was absorbing all the sensations when I felt the overwhelming hunger to feel his cock entering me.

I spread my legs wider and was able to say, “Now Fisher, it's time to use your cock and fuck me. Fuck me, FUCK ME.” The last was a shout.

He moved over me with his cock just over my entrance, and said, “Say it again, slut, tell me.”

“Please. Please. Finish cuckolding Phil. Put your cock in me, come in me, and make Phil our cuck, our cuckold. Do it, take me and own me.”

I felt the tip of his cock touching my cunt and slowly pushing in. I lifted my hips, forcing it in faster.

“Just take me, Fisher, rough and hard, like I’m your slut. Not like Phil. I want to be screwed hard.”

He bottomed out, and he started squeezing my tits hard, hurting me.

I was screaming with no thought of Phil hearing it. No thought of hurting his feelings. I needed to be fucked.

Reaching up, I pulled his head down so we could kiss. Finally, when I felt his cock pulsing, I let loose again with a convulsive scream as I came the second time.

His hands were on my shoulders, bruising them, with his cock thrust as hard as he could.

He collapsed next to me on our bed and held me. I was shuddering, trying to comprehend what had happened.

"Phil, it's better. being being fucked like this, cuckolding you." As I heard myself say it, I realized it wasn't an accident, I wanted both Phil and Fisher to hear it.

They were right; it was magic. it is different being fucked by my lover. Cuckolding my husband.

After we recovered, I escorted Fisher out, went to our office, and let Phil out. His pants were on the floor, and I saw remnants of his climax on the floor.

"Phil, I want you to reclaim me, make love to me. Fisher's a more exciting fuck, but I enjoy being made love to."

We went to our bedroom and that's what we did. When we finished, I lay there just enjoying the relaxing sensation of being loved. I murmured, "I love you, Phil."