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 The Birthday Present that Happily Make Me A Cuckold

   By Don...

   Since I can never tell whether stories I read online are real or
fiction, let me begin by telling you that the following is true.  If you
want to credit it to anyone's imagination, my wife gets the credit!

   On Friday, the day before my birthday, my wife handed me a card, one of
those gag-greetings.  On the outside it said, "I want to tell you about the
great birthday present I thought of for you." On the inside it continued...
"I might as well tell you about it, since I didn't actually get it!"

   Below that, she wrote: "For your birthday, I'm not giving you anything.
However, I am giving something very special to Jay.  I have invited him to
come over today, to spend 48 hours with me.  I will play with him, have sex
with him, and sleep with him all weekend.  And, you will get to fulfill
your fantasy: you will watch me have sex with another man.

   It went on: "The only requirement is that you agree, absolutely and
completely, to do anything that he or I ask of you.  If you do not, or if
you argue, we will lock you out of the house for the remainder of the
weekend, and you will see nothing.  If you agree, then go to the phone and
invite Jay to come over.  He is waiting for your call.  Happy Birthday!"

   I couldn't believe what I had read.  For a few years, Hilary had been
having occasional "flings" with guys, and she would always come home and
tell me about them afterward.  But I had never seen it happen, and she was
right -- it was a great turn-on for me.  I agreed immediately, and picked
up the phone to call Jay.

   Now, our long-time friend Jay refers to himself as a "quadrisexual --
I'll do anything with anyone for a quarter." He actually doesn't mean that,
but I could see why Hilary picked him.  He's a good looking guy, and the
chances of his saying 'no' were very small!

   "What do I say to him?" I asked, as I held the phone in my hand.  "Beats
me," she answered.  Taking a deep breath, I dialed.  When I heard my
friend's voice, I swallowed and said, "I'd be very happy if you'd come over
and spend a couple of days with my wife."

   "I bet you would," he answered, "So listen -- I'm only going to ask this
once.  Do you really want me to do this?  I want to be friends when this is
over, and Hilary said I should be pretty tough on you."

   I didn't exactly know what that meant, but I croaked out that it was
just fine with me.

   "OK, then do you understand the rules?" I said that I did.

   "Good, then I want you to get her all ready for me.  I want her clean,
and dressed nicely.  Got it?" Again, I said I did.  "Oh, and one more
thing. I want you to take out the dictionary, look up the word 'cuckold,'
and write the definition on a large piece of paper.  See you in an hour."
And he hung up.

   When I got off the phone, Hilary grinned and handed me a piece of yellow
paper.  So, I made this sign, in my best handwriting (given that my hands
wouldn't stop shaking):
CUCKOLD: (n) A man with an unfaithful wife.
As I wrote, Hilary looked over my shoulder.  When I finished, I looked

up at her and asked, "Well, are you going to be?"

   "What, unfaithful?  If you're asking whether I'll still love you, of
course I will.  But if you're asking whether he'll turn me on, and whether
I'll kick you out of our bed and invite him in for a few days, you'd better
believe it!" she laughed.

   I was starting to understand what Jay meant by being pretty tough on me.

   So we got undressed, and got into the shower.  As I washed her, per
Jay's directions, she kept teasing me about how hard I was, and about how
wasted my erection would be.  At one point, my cock brushed against her --
mostly by accident.  She glared at me, and said (much more seriously than I
expected) that if "it" touched her again, she would get ready alone.  I
didn't detect any joking in her voice, so from then on I did everything
short of gymnastics to keep "it" away from her body.

   We finished in the shower, and she told me to choose her clothes.  The
blouse and slacks weren't too difficult, but I nearly exploded as I sifted
through her underwear, choosing the "right ones" for her date.  Guys, if
you've ever thought about this happening with your wife, imagine what it's
like to choose which bra she will wear, which panties she will wear, as she
meets the guy who will take them off her.  I couldn't breathe.  I chose
matching, light blue silk panties and bra, and laid them out before her.

   "Nice choice.  I think he'll like these," she grinned.  "I'll be sure to
tell him you chose them."

   When she was dressed, she told me to go downstairs and wait for Jay.  He
arrived 20 minutes later -- the longest 20 minutes I've ever lived.  When
he came in, we said 'hi,' then he saw my paper sign.  "I'm not going to
keep her, you know.  I'm just going to have fun with her for a few days,
then you can have her back.  But in those few days, I'm going to do
everything I can to make sure that sign is about you.  So, where's my
woman?"

   I went upstairs and told Hilary that he had arrived.  I guess she had
been thinking about him, too, because she looked...  well, she looked
"ready!" A thought struck me, and I asked her how long they had been
planning this little surprise.

   "About a month," she said.  "At first, we called back and forth to make
all the arrangements.  Then, we realized that we had finished all the
arrangements, and we were really just calling to talk dirty to each other!"
I hesitated, then asked if they had actually done anything before this. 
"Nope," she smiled.  "we waited for you." Having said that, she went down
the stairs ahead of me, and they locked in an embrace which surprised me
for its passion -- clearly, they HAD been waiting for this a long time.

   We ate dinner together.  Actually, not together...  the two of them
virtually ignored me, and acted like newlyweds.  They kept kissing,
touching, caressing, and whispering in each other's ear, as I sat and
watched.  After dinner, we watched an X-rated movie, which only increased
their passion and their displays of affection.  Yet, while Jay would stroke
her breasts through her blouse, and she would do the same to his trousers,
they didn't unbutton or take off anything.  Personally, I was horny enough
to burst, but they kept up a good 2 hours of gentle foreplay.

   When the second movie finally ended, Jay looked at Hilary and asked her
if she was ready for bed.  "For bed, yes -- but I'm sure not ready to
sleep!" she answered.  He smiled, and the two of them turned to me (really
for the first time that evening).  They looked like the cat that ate the
canary.  Hilary said, softly but deliberately, "Don, go upstairs and get a
pillow, a blanket, and anything you'll need for tonight, and make your bed
in the living room."

   "WHAT??" I shouted.  "I'm sleeping down here?  You said I would be able
to watch you!" I was mad, and frustrated.  I didn't give a damn about my
agreement to do what they told me!

   "Aah, read the card, dear.  It says you will watch me, and you will. 
But it doesn't say you'll watch EVERY TIME, and tonight is just for my
lover and me.  You are to stay downstairs, and if you so much as set a foot
on the stairs, you're out of here.  But if you're a good boy, and do as we
say, we'll leave the door open so you can hear us.  So, run along and make
your bed, so I can take Jay into ours."

   Dammit, she was right.  It did say that, and obviously, they had planned
this all along.  So, I got a pillow and a blanket, plus a large jar of
Vaseline, and sat down in the living room.  They walked together to the
stairs, and just as they were about to go up, Jay broke away from her.  He
walked across the room, and pointed at the sign.  "Read it to me," he
commanded.

   I looked at him, saw the bulge sticking out through his pants, and said,
"Cuckold: A man with an unfaithful wife."
He smiled a tremendous smile, turned back to Hilary, and as they started

up the stairs together he said, "Good night, cuckold."

   It was quiet for about 5 minutes, as I wondered if I would hear anything
at all that night.  From where I sat on the couch, I could see about
halfway up the stairs.  I had no idea if sound would carry that far.

   Suddenly, like a fluttering leaf, Hilary's blouse came floating down the
stairs.  I stared at it, in utter disbelief.  In the most discreet way,
they were taunting me.  Hilary was up there with Jay, and she was not
wearing her blouse!

   Just about the time I thought I had accepted this thought, and I had
stripped off my own pants and underwear, a louder thud signaled the arrival
of her slacks.  I went over to them and picked them up.  Then I decided to
lay them out on the floor.  By seeing what she *wasn't* wearing, I got a
good idea of what she must look like to him.  Next to arrive was Jay's
shirt, which I dutifully placed next to hers.  I realized that pretty soon,
I'd have two complete sets of clothing -- and they would have each other.

   Jay's pants were followed by Hilary's bra -- that light blue bra I chose
for her that afternoon.  As I placed it neatly on top of her blouse, I knew
that Jay could see, and feel my wife's breasts...  nothing shielded them
from him anymore.  I waited, almost without breathing, for the next
arrival, wondering whose underwear would come first.

   I waited and waited, wondering if they had given up on throwing stuff
down to me, when a small ball of fabric plopped onto the bottom step.  It
was Hilary's panties -- tied together around the lower front of Jay's
underwear.  I picked up the ball and understood the clear message. 
Hilary's legs were going to be wrapped around Jay's cock.  I looked at the
light blue silk panties wrapped around the black cotton Jockeys, and I
came.

   After I came, I slumped down to sit against the wall.  I surveyed their
clothing spread out in front of me.  The interlaced ball of underwear was
in my hand, and my cum was all over my legs and the floor.  I guess I sat
there for 10 minutes or so, but I could not say exactly.  Then, I heard --
or thought I heard -- a soft sound, "Ohhhhh."

   I listened carefully.  Had I heard it, or imagined it?  A minute went
by, then more clearly, "Ohhhh, god." I smiled.  I knew that sound.  Hilary
moaned softly once again.  Then very clearly I heard, "Ohhh, god, that's
good.  Lick me, please, lick my clit.  Please don't stop, Jay."

   And then it hit me, like a hard blow to my stomach.  Of course I knew
that sound -- it was the sound my wife makes when we make love.  Her most
private, intimate sound...  only, I wasn't in the room with her; Jay was.
For all the times she had told me about fucking another guy, I had never
heard it happen; I had never heard him pleasing her.  But clearly, Jay was
pleasing her.  "OHHHHH!  God!  Don't stop, Jay, I'm...  cumming!

   I couldn't resist smiling.  I was genuinely glad she was having fun. 
And, I was hard again, so obviously, it was all right with me, too. 
Besides, I knew he would fuck her now.  She liked to cum once before
fucking, so it wouldn't be long now.  I waited to hear the next step.

   But what I heard, I wasn't ready for.  She came again!  It was obviously
from his tongue once again.  She NEVER did that.  Once I licked her to an
orgasm, she wanted nothing but to fuck.  What was going on here?  I thought
about it only until I heard her cum once again, followed by her begging him
to fuck her.

   Guys, I ask you to imagine this scene, because I can't find the words to
describe how I felt.  I heard my wife, in her deepest, horniest voice,
BEGGING Jay to "fuck me, please fuck me, please stick your cock in me,
god...  I've got to have it now, PLEASE!" She wanted him -- not me, him --
and it was obvious she wanted him a lot.

   And then, "Ohhh, yes, baby, yes.  Ohhh, all the way, please, yes, all
the...  ohhhh, godddddd!" My friend, Jay, had just slid his pecker into my
wife, and made her cum.  Almost against my will, I looked at the sign I was
wearing: "CUCKOLD: (n) A man with an unfaithful wife," and I remembered
Jay's promise: "I'm going to do everything I can to make sure that sign is
about you."

   Yes, he did.

   The rest of their lovemaking is a complete blur to me.  I can't tell you
how many times my wife cried out that she was cumming.  I only know it was
far more than she ever came with me.  The sounds of one orgasm blended into
the next.  In fact, she told me days later that she reached a point at
which she just kept cumming.

   What jolted me out of my haze was a new sound, one I had never heard. 
There was a deep moan; far deeper than her voice could be.  "Uuuunnngggh."
With each repetition, the sound remained the same, only louder.  I
understood, then, that while I had known Jay for a long time, I had never
heard him cum -- until that moment.  Hilary and I were both about to hear
him cum...  me, at the bottom of the stairs...  and she, wrapped in his
arms, with his penis wrapped in the folds of her vagina.

   As his groans grew toward a climax, she was silent.  He reached a point
at which his "uuuunnngggh" changed pitch, and as it did, Hilary let out a
single, piercing scream; a sound I had never, ever heard from my wife.  As
the two sounds mixed together, they filled me with lust, with envy, with
jealousy and with fear, and I came harder than I ever had in my life.

   I must have fallen asleep right there on the floor, because the next
thing I knew, Jay was telling me to wake up.  I opened my eyes, and saw
that it was morning -- and, that Jay was standing in front of me, naked.

   I looked for the first time at the penis which had given that pleasure
to my wife.  I didn't say anything, but evidently, I didn't have to.  "I
kept my promise," he said, "but obviously, you know that.  Your wife is a
great lay, and I'm looking forward to the rest of this weekend."

   As he spoke, his semi-limp cock bounced in front of my face, like a
conductor's baton.  "Now, here are your instructions: First, clean up this
place, clean up yourself, and bring breakfast to us in our bed.  Second, we
decided that we worked really hard last night, and we deserve recognition
for our effort.  So from now on, we get to call you "C", for your official
'cuckold' status.  And third...  Happy Birthday."

   That day, I did get to watch them.  It was a REAL turn-on to watch my
wife enjoy all that Jay could give her.  What a pleasure to watch him
repeately bury his pecker in my wife's body...  and to watch her enjoyment
each time.
   Don