Have you ever been to a party where you met someone who made you wonder, "Why did I marry my husband when there are men like this available?"

We were invited to Layne’s boss’s house for a company party. Gage's place was spectacular, two levels at the top of a twenty-story condo. Did I say it was spectacular? When night fell, the vision of the city spread before us was amazing. 

Inside, the view of Gage was just as amazing. There wasn’t anything I could point to that made him look special. The suit? No, it was nice, but I’ve seen thousand-dollar suits before. His size? Again, nope, he wasn’t a Schwarzenegger bodybuilding type. 

When I met him, I almost stumbled, and he noticed. I saw his smile as he eyed me. I could feel his gaze on my tits; and when he smiled, my pussy started leaking.

A DJ played mixed dance music, and when Gage asked me to dance, I shivered when he first touched me. 

“Zoey, you’re the most beautiful woman here. And I’d love to get to know you better. I saw you react when we met; my attention wouldn’t be unwelcome, would it?”

I hesitated before answering, “Ah, probably not, but Layne might have a different answer.’

Zoey, that was a graceful way to reject him. Blame it on Layne. Though he’s something else, isn’t he? Getting down with him could be a lot of fun. He’s a tempting tidbit.

“Ah, Layne might object? That’s the problem, then?”

“Well, not the only problem. I’ve never…experimented, Gage.”

We continued dancing, and at the end, we went to the refreshment table, and we both got a glass of champagne.

Later, Gage asked me to dance again. We’d danced for a bit when he said, “Zoey, I’d like for you and Layne, ah, to be the last to leave.”

I looked at Gage before exclaiming, "What did you say?" then I repeated, “The last…um, to leave?"

He smiled and repeated, "I'd like you and Layne to be the last to leave. Hm, there are things we could enjoy together, you and me. i'm open until, well, Sunday for sure.

What’s going on? Does he know something I don’t? God, did he ask Layne? Did Layne say yes? Or did he tell Layne? Is this what I want? 

“I’ll see, Gage.” 

I looked around, and Layne was studiously looking away from Gage and me. After our dance, the DJ announced this was the last dance. I went to Layne and asked him to dance, the last dance. There, I asked about leaving right after this dance ended.

He equivocated until I said, “What's going on, Layne? Gage is hitting on me, and you’re acting like…”

He interrupted me by saying, “Gage, ah, said he can tell that I’d be willing to let him.”

‘WHAT? What did he say!”

“He can tell that I want to know that he’s fucked you. If you and I are the last ones here, I’ll let you stay with him tonight, to fuck. To screw!

“That’s what he said. Okay, Zoey. That’s what he said.”

Could he tell? Layne wants to know I’m fucking someone else? Is that what Layne’s been trying to communicate to me? 

“Look at me, Layne, is he right? That’s what you want, and Gage can see it? If we’re the last guests, you’ll leave me here to be fucked? By your boss?”

I thought for a minute, and continued, “I, um, we can do anything we want?”

He looked down and softly said, “If I’m not here, I CAN'T STOP YOU. God, I’ve wanted this for a long time, and I have no idea how Gage knew. When he called me out for it, I confessed to him. I want to know what he made you do for him.”

I looked at him, but he refused to look at me. I reached out and forced him to look at me. “So, what’s off limits, then? Anything?”

I paused and continued, “Layne, if I want to repeat it with him? That’s okay? He’s talking about all night tonight, maybe tomorrow, and Sunday, too?”

“I’m going to be your cuckold, and cuckolds aren’t in charge. I’ve read enough to know that. Zoey, it’s what you decide.”

I could hear that Layne was having trouble getting that out. 

He’s serious, Layne wants me to cuckold him. From what he’s saying, I can do anything. Even things I haven’t been willing to do for him. Just thinking about what I was afraid would be too nasty; that would change what he thought of me. He’s saying he wants me to do them for Gage.

I can feel my tits, my nipples harden. My pussy is getting wet, too. I’m going to relish tonight. Is he going to want more from me? I’m ready, Gage. I’m ready for whatever you want. 

When the DJ said good night, the rest of the guests slowly moved to the front door, and Gage said good night to them.

Layne and I were standing by the doorway to the refreshments, inconspicuous. 

Gage walked up to us and said, “So you’re letting Zoey stay tonight?”

I interjected, “Or longer if we want. When he and I talked about it, he’s letting me decide when I come home. He’s my cuckold now, well, after tonight, at least, and he's willing to submit to me, to us.”

Gage gave a feral smile to Layne and started to unbutton my dress. When it was unbuttoned, he slipped it off, and I was standing in front of Gage in my panties, bra, and thigh-high nylons. 

Gage stood thinking, and looked at Layne and said, “You’re okay with this? You know my cock’s going to be in her pussy, right? My hands are going to rough up her tits.” He stopped there, waiting for Layne to answer.

“Uh, yes, I know that, I told Zoey to…” his face broke into tears. “Gage, I-I’m expecting, hell, I told her I expect you to take her further into sexual debasement, depravity than I can. I can't do it, but I want her to experience things I can’t give her.”

He was crying, but trying to stop. 

I went to Layne and kissed him, “Take my bra off for Gage.” He unfastened it and removed it, placing it carefully on my dress. 

I walked to Gage, turned, and waved goodbye. We left the living room and went further into his condo. We were outside a bedroom, and he undressed. In the doorway, Gage looked at me and said, “What are some things your husband doesn’t do?

I heard the front door open and waited, and waited, before finally hearing it close softly.

Layne wasn't as unmoved about leaving me with Gage as he pretended. I'd gotten whiffs of this side of him, especially after an intense sex session. I hadn't realized.

"I’m not looking for things you want him to do, I’m wanting to know what he wants me to teach you about. What doesn’t he do?” 

“Gage, I’m not sure if I can answer that. Layne’s been my only lover, so most of what I know, he’s taught me.”

“Well, has he ever put his cock in your mouth? Punish you by spanking, cum on your tits, face, pussy? Has he fucked your ass?”

“None of those, Gage. I can’t imagine…Layne wants to do any of those. He’s licked me, uh, my vagina a couple of times recently.”

He guided me into a bedroom with lots of cupboards, plus a cross-like thing and things that looked like leather foot rests, kinda.

“When he licked your pussy, did you come?”

I looked at him. “Am I supposed to? I’ve only had an orgasm a couple of times.”

He repeated, “A couple of times?”

He shook his head before placing me on the bed with my feet on the floor. He pulled my panties off. And started caressing me, my tits. Then he had something with a lot of pieces of leather. And stroked it across them.

The sensation wasn't pain, exactly, but it made my tits feel wonderful. He did it again, and again, and I started moaning, “Gage, wow, that’s different. It’s doing something.”

Then he did it against my vagina. The sensations were similar, but different. I wanted to close my legs, but I widened them. “Gage, I feel strange. It’s wonderful, but strange, my vagina…”

He smiled at me, saying, “it’s your vagina at your gynecologist's office, but not with your lover. Here it’s your pussy, or even better, your cunt. When you’re with someone that intends to screw you, it’s a cunt.” He grinned at me and continued, “Tell me what it feels like?”

“My vagina…um no, my cunt, my cunt. It’s wonderful. Can you do it some more? I’ve no idea what's happening.”

He took it and applied it to my tits, and my nipples were so hard they hurt. Then he applied it to my…my cunt, god my cunt. Then he leaned over it and licked and then sucking.

He put his lips to my cunt, and licked, and then I felt him suck. There was an explosion I’d never felt before, and I spasmed. My back arched, and I was out of control. 

“What happened, what happened?” I asked when I could talk.

“That was your first orgasm, Zoey. It seems your husband’s never gotten you off.”

“That was an orgasm? That’s what I’ve been missing? Damn.”

“Damn.”

“Let’s go to the bed. It’s time we made Layne a cuckold. If you want, we can send him a picture or video of me screwing you.”

“Send him a video of you cucking him. The first time? You can do that?”

“Send him a video of you riding me; it can show my cock in you and your face while it’s happening.”

Send him a video showing Gage fucking me? I didn’t want him here watching; why is this different?

It just is, and the thought of him watching it is arousing me again. 

“Yes, both, Gage. It’s time. He wants it, so I’m not cheating and I’m being an obedient wife, just like I’m supposed to be.” I laughed and said, “I never realized being obedient could be, um, so marvelous.”

He pulled his phone out and put it on the bedside table, and I found myself on the bed with him kneeling beside me. He kissed me, not on my lips but on my tits; which turned into nipping at my nipples. I was enjoying the sensations when I felt his hand at my, um, cunt, rubbing me. There.

I reached out and held his cock, hoping he’d move so I could get my mouth around it. When I touched it, his hand moved with more urgency, more intensity. I started moving under his ministrations. I couldn’t stop. 

That was where he flipped us, with me on top, and he reached for his phone. “Now, Zoey, it’s time. He shifted, and I felt the tip of his cock at the entrance to my cunt.

It’s happening. It’s happening right now. His cock is going to slip into my cunt. My cunt. It’s a wonderfully nasty word for vagina. 

“Gage, it’s happening right now, isn’t it? I’m going to fuck you; and Layne is going to be my cuckold. Gage, get your cock into my cunt. 

He had his phone focused on his cock and my cunt and I screamed as I lowered myself down and it was done, all but the climax of him coming.

It felt the same, but so different, Gage’s cock in me and not Layne’s, and that’s exactly what I said for the video.

“OH! That’s wonderful, Gage, your cock. It’s familiar, but it’s different too. It’s so satisfying feeling your cock and not Layne’s in my cunt. Yes, Layne, it’s my cunt now. That sounds so nasty, but feels so wonderful.”

“He is a cuckold now; do you feel any different? Did you feel it as my cock penetrated your cunt? He's never fucked your cunt, has he?” 

I could hear the laughter in his voice; the ownership of my cunt.

I could feel my climax starting, as I started arching my back, and then I shattered. I collapsed on him and I heard myself screaming, “You’ve done it, I’m coming, Gage!”

Then I heard Gage’s yelling. I felt his cock thrusting in me, and I felt him come.

The next thing I heard was Gage, “Now, do you feel different? I’ve put my cock and my cum in you. He's our cuckold now.”

It’s done. I fucked Gage and we cuckolded my husband. I looked for some remorse, but couldn't find any. He wanted it to happen, and he told Gage without telling me. And I did it; I cucked him.

After we recovered, we looked at the video, and though it wasn’t movie quality, we both felt it represented what happened.

We argued about whose phone should send it. But I won, so we transferred it to my phone and I sent it. I wanted him to know I sent it. Because I wanted to revel in cucking him, I included a note. 

It’s done, Layne; I’ve just cucked you. You’re not just my husband now, you’re my cuck husband. It was an amazing experience; you wouldn’t believe how different it is fucking my lover. I expect your boss will teach me a lot of fun things to do.

I’ll call you in the morning and let you know what we decide about when I’ll be home.

I touched Gage's cock and asked, "How long can I stay?"