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****My Birthday Present****



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,
and 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.
	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. 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 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 oaktag. See you in an hour." And he hung up.

When I got off the phone, Hilary grinned and handed me a piece of yellow
oaktag. 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 in 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 the oaktag 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." With this, 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
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 this 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 the ball up 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 in
my hand, and my cum 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 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, and 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, 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 penis into my wife, and made her cum.
Almost against my will, I looked at the sign:

		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, and 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
we had known Jay for a long time, we had never heard him cum -- until
now. 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 done that 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. It's going to
be a while before she's faithful to you again." 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, your official name is 'cuckold.' And third....
happy birthday."


That morning held yet one additional shock for me. After Jay went back
upstairs, I showered quickly, dressed, and prepared breakfast for all
three of us, as he had instructed. When it was ready, I took it up to
the bedroom. The door was closed, so I politely knocked. When the door
opened, I nearly dropped the tray: there, in front of me, stood my wife
-- MY wife -- completely naked.

Now, I had seen her clothing come down the stairs; I had heard all the
sounds which emanated from her, and from him, the previous night. But
suddenly, I was staring my naked wife in the face (among other things),
with Jay lying in bed behind her, smiling from ear to ear. The picture
of her standing there: her skin, her nipples, her belly, her bush all
exposed, will stay with me to the day I die. My wife and her lover were
naked, in our bedroom, and I was standing there with a breakfast tray!
She took the tray from me without saying a word, turned her (naked)
back, and closed the door. As I made my way shakily down the stairs, she
called out,  "We'll be down in a while, cuckold."

For years I had been thinking about her and her "dates"; I thought I had
imagined everything there was to imagine. But I was wrong. Guys, there
is NOTHING which can prepare you for seeing your wife naked with another
man! So, I sat in the living room, hard as a rock, replaying what I had
just seen for less than a minute -- and which Jay had seen, and felt,
all night long. Then it struck me: I just brought breakfast into my own
bedroom, for my wife and her lover. The sign was right: my wife had been
unfaithful to me, and I was her cuckold.

After a while they came downstairs, ready for the day. They sat down
opposite me in the living room, their hands and arms falling naturally
on each other. Hilary said, "Well, today's the day. You WILL get to
watch us today, no tricks or surprises. But, we have an offer to make
you; it's completely up to you if you accept it or not.

"Tonight, we're going to have sex, and you are welcome to watch. After
we fuck, we plan to send you out of the room, and we'll spend the rest
of tonight and all of tomorrow together, without you; once is all you
were promised.. But, we realized last night that it's *so* messy when we
fuck, that we really needed a 'clean-up man.' So, if you WANT to be our
clean-up man, you'll be welcome to watch whatever we do, for the rest of
the weekend."

I was pretty sure I knew the answer, but I asked anyway: "What do I have
to clean up?"

"Well," she smiled, "I told Jay how you like to lick my lovers' cum out
of my pussy after I get fucked, and he said he'd really like to see that
happen. But HE was messy, too -- so you would have to lick him clean
before I let you touch me.

"Besides," she continued, "it's really the least you could do for him.
He made me feel so good last night, and I know you want to thank him.
Don't you?"

Now, I had never -- NEVER -- touched a guy's cock. I hadn't even seen
one up close, until Jay waved his in my face that morning. As much as I
was into this, I really, really could not imagine myself doing what they
asked. But.... the sight of my wife naked with him was still haunting
me, and I knew I wanted to see more -- much more. Almost without
thinking, I mumbled, "OK."

We went out driving, ending up at a mall far from our home; this gave
them the opportunity to "play" all day, without fear of anyone
recognizing us. Of course, I drove and the two of them sat in back,
playing games with each other the whole way. Now, my favorite kind of
cake has always been (honestly) Boston Cream Pie. I won't describe the
numerous jokes on this which I heard the whole day, but Hilary did say
she sure as hell wasn't going to put candles on it!

In the mall, they walked around like lovers: holding hands, arms around
each other's waist, stopping from time to time to kiss. Jay, especially,
did his best to call me "cuckold" as people walked past; usually they
didn't notice, but some would stop and look with curiosity. I was
learning that not everyone knows the meaning of the word -- a fact which
made things at least moderately easier.

As we ate lunch, Hilary said, rather matter-of-factly, that she was
really going to concentrate on keeping Jay excited all day; that way, he
would cum as much as possible when they fucked, and I would have that
much more to lick up. Jay looked at her as she spoke, and added, "Well,
then I guess when I cum in you, I shouldn't pull out right away. If I
wait until my cock gets soft, then the walls of your pussy won't wipe
all the cum off me as I pull out." They spoke about this as if they were
planning a picnic or an evening at the movies, and I -- in excitement,
fear and embarrassment -- listened silently.

This went on all day. We played in Victoria's Secret, where I ended up
paying for a new bra and panties set which Jay picked out for Hilary,
and which he made as public as possible that HE was picking it out, and
I was paying. We stopped at a restroom, so she could change into her new
"outfit," then went out to dinner. I didn't even try to eat; it would
have been impossible. They spoke to each other, from casual conversation
to intimate sex talk, ignoring me completely, for what seemed like
hours. Finally, Jay turned to me and said, "Come on, cuckold, it's time
for you to watch me fuck your wife."

We drove home in silence. I knew this was what I wanted, but so many
emotions were racing through me that I didn't know which one was "me." I
was excited -- very, very excited. The past 24 hours had raised me to a
level which was far beyond horny. They say the most erotic organ in the
body is the brain, and Jay and Hilary had been playing with my brain
nonstop. I was also embarrassed. There was no way for me to hide how
excited I was about this, and even if I could, they were making such an
issue of cuckolding me that I couldn't avoid it. I can't tell you how
many times they said it that day, and I don't know which was more
intense: having Jay tell me what he was going to do to my wife, or
having my wife tell me how much she wanted it. So, fantasy and reality
were about to collide in front of me, ready or not.


We arrived home, and Jay told me to bring a dining room chair into the
bedroom. I did, and the two of them followed me. When I put the chair
down, Jay said, "Now strip." I did, but as I removed my underwear, I
realized I was much more self-conscious than I expected. Of course, the
two of them would get undressed, too, but I felt like an outsider; I
felt as if I had just undressed in public, or in front of another
couple. Another couple -- my wife and Jay!

After they made the obvious comments about what a waste it was that I
had an erection, since no one was going to do anything with it, Jay told
me to sit down and get comfortable. With that, he pulled out a roll of
duct tape! As he taped my wrists to the arms of the chair, he explained,
"We don't want you interfering with your cuckolding." When I promised I
wouldn't interfere, but I wanted to be able to jerk off while I watched,
he laughed. "You don't understand, do you? We're not doing this FOR you,
we're doing it TO you. Your job is to sit there and watch me fuck your
wife." Then, for good measure, he taped my ankles to the chair legs.
Honestly, I felt like I was in the electric chair; not only the position
I was in, but the feeling that something was going to happen to me. It's
amazing how much you can shake while your hands and feet are strapped
down!

Then, before my eyes, my friend and my wife had sex.

They stood right in front of me and kissed each other deeply; even as I
say it, a chill just ran down my spine. They didn't stop; as they
kissed, their hands wandered over each other's clothing: his hands
running over her breasts, between her legs, caressing her ass; hers
spending most of their time rubbing the bulge in his pants. Finally, he
began to unbutton her blouse; as he did, he whispered something in her
ear. She smiled, and looked right at me the whole time he was
unbuttoning and removing her blouse; the unspoken message was, "Look
what he is doing to me." As her skin was exposed, I felt like... like
the expression "fucking with your brain" was really happening; it was as
if I was having sex, but untouched.

Jay spent some time playing with Hilary's nipples through her bra -- the
bra I had just bought for her. Her nipples grew so hard, and, standing
sideways to me, they pointed at him as the tent in his pants pointed to
her. Then, with another whisper in her ear, he unbuttoned and unzipped
her slacks; as he lowered them down her legs, she again looked directly
at me. They didn't make a sound, and I watched in amazement as my wife
stood, clothed only in her underwear, in front of another man.

Jay began to run his fingers between her legs, never going inside her
panties. She responded by moving in rhythm with his strokes; gently at
first, then harder. I recognized the movement, and as I realized it, she
came; a gentle sigh of an orgasm, and fell into his arms. Guys, believe
me: if it is your fantasy to watch your wife do this, the first moment
her lover makes her cum is one you will never forget. Up to that point,
she maintained her cool; after that, she was, unquestionably, his. He
made her cum, he saw and felt her at her most private, personal moment,
that which I had only felt when she was in my arms. But now she was in
Jay's arms, and she kissed him the way lovers kiss after cumming. I was
SO excited; my cock was so hard, it felt like it wanted to jump off me
and join them. I couldn't even touch it; my hands were bound, and it
stuck up too far for my legs to be able to rub against it. But they
didn't stop.

By now, Hilary had the idea: every time Jay took off something she was
wearing, she looked at me. And so it was as he reached behind her,
unhooked her bra, and gently slid it off each shoulder. He paused for
just a moment before exposing her nipples; we both understood what it
meant. As he uncovered them, he looked at my wife's naked bosom; she
looked at me, and I looked at the two of them. Jay took her right breast
-- the one closest to me -- in his hand, and began feeling her and then
rubbing her nipple. It seemed to grow even harder in response to his
touch, as did I. Then he knelt in front of her, took her entire areola
in his mouth, and began sucking; at the same time, his hand returned to
the space between her legs, and the dance started once again. Hilary
looked down, watching him intently, until she came loudly, beginning
with small gasps and growing into loud cries of "Aaauuuugggh!" as her
body shook. I was out of my mind with excitement, and yes, with
jealousy: he was doing a good job on her.

After her spasms subsided, Hilary had one more opportunity to look at
me, as Jay lowered her panties down her legs, and she lifted each foot
for him to slip them off. Now she was naked; and to my surprise, she
walked the two steps over to me and stood in front of me. For a full
minute she stood there, not saying anything; it was torture of the
ultimate degree, as I kept looking at her nude body inches from me, but
completely untouchable. Then she spoke, so softly I had to strain to
hear her.

"Now I'm going to fuck Jay, right in front of you, and there's not a
thing you can do about it. You can't stop it, and you can't jerk off.
Just sit and watch: I am going to cuckold you right in front of your
eyes."

With that, she turned back to Jay. Where he had removed her clothes
slowly, tenderly, she basically ripped his off him. She pulled his shirt
over his head, opened his pants button and zipper with a single motion,
and slowed down only long enough to drag his pants off his legs. With
one more wave of her hands, his underwear was on the floor, too, and she
-- and I -- stared directly at his erect penis. I had seen his organ
once before, early that morning, but then it was somewhat soft. Now it
stood straight out, curving up toward Hilary's chin. He was about the
same size as me, but where the crown of my cock is almost the same width
as the shaft, his had a mushroom-cap head. I stared in awe: that penis
was going to penetrate my wife's body, and at the end, it was going to
ejaculate in her. I pictured his semen flowing through that hose,
filling her up; then without wanting to, I thought about my promise to
lick it clean when they were done. I honestly can't tell you if that
thought made me excited, or if I was just too excited by the whole thing
to care anymore. 

I continued to stare, as Hilary knelt and took that mushroom-cap into
her mouth. She licked and sucked him, first concentrating on the tip,
then licking down the shaft, and finally taking most of him into her
mouth. Jay loved it, that much was clear; he began shaking, his muscles
contracting in his legs and arms, as he did his best to keep from
cumming. Hilary has gone down on me many times, but watching her lips
spread to their widest to take in another man's organ was breathtaking.
I knew I couldn't hold out much longer; I realized that I was actually
moaning softly along with Jay. It was as if I could feel each lick --
after all, I knew exactly how she was making him feel. But every second,
I was reminded by the scene in front of me that she was making HIM feel
it, not me.

Finally, he lifted her by her arms and kissed her. Then he laid her back
on the bed. She moved up to rest her head on the pillow, and as he
climbed onto the bed she spread her legs for him.

Jay knelt over her, his cock inches from her pussy, and he paused. He
turned to me and said, "You know, I realized something while I was
fucking Hilary last night. I realized that if my job is to help her
cuckold her husband, then the missionary position is definitely called
for. Look at your wife: tits pointing up at me, belly heaving up and
down with her excitement, and her beautiful legs spread wide. So, what
was that definition again?"

I thought it was a rhetorical question, but he waited for me to answer.
I tried, but at first my voice just would not work. I tried again, and
barely squeaked out, "Cuckold: a man with an unfaithful wife."

"Right! So, I ask you: does your wife look like she's being faithful to
you? Look at her -- really LOOK at her. Does she?"

Hilary was lying naked on our bed, arms around Jay's neck, legs splayed
to the sides, panting for him to fuck her. "No," I said quietly.

With that, he turned to Hilary. "What do you want?" he asked.

Without a second's hesitation, she fired back, "I want you to fuck me."

"Not good enough," he responded.

Hilary was moving her hips like a wild woman, trying to "snag" his cock
with her pussy, but he kept it away from her. "PLEASE fuck me, Jay!
Please, I want you to fuck me NOW!" she screamed, her face flushed and
her breath coming in short gasps.

"Sorry, not good enough," he replied softly.

Then she got it.

She looked directly at me -- at ME! -- and said, "I don't want you. I
want Jay."

That was the magic phrase. As she finished the words, before she could
even turn her head back to look at him, he slid his penis into her. With
one slow, gentle stroke, he buried his whole cock in my wife's pussy. As
he entered, her legs flew up into the air, then locked themselves around
his back. A sound came from her lips, but not from her lips: it was from
as deep inside her as the place his penis found, as she raised up then
collapsed under him in the most massive orgasm I have ever seen,
anywhere. And as my friend slid his penis into my wife's body, right in
front of my eyes, I came. No one touched me, no one looked at me, but my
body shook so hard I nearly broke both arms, since I was attached to the
chair at my wrists. Usually, when I cum, the semen drips down around my
cock; this time, without any help, it shot halfway across the room.

I have no idea what I sounded like to them, but as Hilary "came down"
from her orgasm, Jay said to her, "I think your husband approves of your
choice."

I had barely begun to breathe again, when Jay began fucking Hilary. It
was everything I had ever imagined, and then some. He began slowly,
pulling his cock nearly all the way out, then smoothly slipping it all
the way in. It was so exciting to see his cock each time, as if he was
showing me what was going inside her. Hilary loved it, too -- she came,
and came, and came. She came softly, then loudly, then with a
combination of moans, gasps and whimpers, and one orgasm led into the
next. I watched this man fuck my wife -- I get hard just writing that,
as I remember the scene -- and I watched her respond in the most awesome
way. She shook, grunted, jerked, spasmed... And I realized why my
imagination never came close to the reality: In my imagination, her sex
was always "neat and clean," sort of "well-behaved," like a formal
dance. In real life, it was nothing like that at all. My wife, lying
splayed in front of me, resembled an animal: no dignity, no manners, no
thoughts of anything except the cock stuffed into her pussy. The noises
were, honestly, inhuman; her body looked like a dog's, bucking and
rutting to get his cock further into her.

As I listened to her grunt, and watched her jerk, I asked myself if this
was what really what I wanted. The answer came instantly: yes! Never in
my life had I been so turned on, so completely aroused, as I was
watching my wife get laid. Again, without ever touching myself, I was
completely erect; I felt my cock vibrate with each sound, with each
shudder. Nothing in my whole fucking life could come close to this day!

Jay, too, was obviously having a grand old time. I could see his ass
cheeks contract as he tried to push even deeper into her, and every time
he rested, his balls laid against the crack of her ass. I began to
prepare myself for what lay ahead, when he emptied his balls into her,
and "clean-up time" began. I hoped he would fuck her a while longer, if
only to delay that time!

Then, with his cock all the way inside her, he whispered something in
her ear. "Oh, God, not now!" she said, panting as she spoke, but he
insisted. "All right, dammit." she answered, and turned to look at me.

Hilary began to speak to me, though this was not easy; Jay kept moving
his cock in and out, slowly and gently, as she spoke. As close as I can
remember, it sounded like this: "Cuckold, we decided that the uuunngggh 
most special thing we could give you for your birthday uuunngggh was to
tell you how good OOOOOHHHH it felt to be fucking each other. We figured
you'd never for--oooohhhhh--forget the time I talked with you, with
another man's aaaauuuuggghh penis in me, and when my lover talked to you
while he was fucking me OHHHHGODIMCUMMING! (She bucked and groaned for a
full minute at this point, but never took her eyes off me. Even when her
eyes rolled back in her head as she came, she did her best to return her
gaze to me as she came down from her orgasm. Then, she continued...) It
feels soooo good, his cock feels soooo gooduuuuunnnngggghhhhh. I love
him fucking me, and I'm glad you like it, too. I'm glad you finally got
to see what I do to you. Now... Watch.... ME.... *CUM*....,
CUCKOLD!!!...." and she did. As she drove the word into my soul, Jay
drove his penis into hers, and she went wild. 

I simply could not stop shaking; it felt like being outside, naked, in a
snowstorm. My body shook, my fingers shook, my cock shook like crazy;
the only places that were not shaking were my wrists and ankles, still
firmly secured to the chair. Now I understood why Jay used duct tape; I
would have broken anything else.

Then it was Jay's turn. He looked at me, while Hilary returned all her
concentration to him. "Hey, cuck, you throw one hell of a birthday
party. I thought the guests BRING gifts to a party; here you go giving
me a present! Your wife is SUCH a good lay; do you know what it feels
like to be inside her when she comes like that? Oh, pardon me, of course
you do; this is YOUR wife! Look at her: she's wrapped around me like a
snake, and I don't think she's holding much back, do you? And geez,
she's fun to watch when she cums! Tell you what -- let's watch her now.
Will you cum for me and your cuckold husband, little woman?" As he
continued to stroke in and out of her, Hilary came right on cue; and Jay
gave me a guided tour of my own wife's orgasm: "Look, her face is
tightening up, she's breathing quicker, oooh, you didn't see that one,
but her pussy just grabbed my cock sooo tightly, here she cums, oh, yes,
watch me make your wife cum......" And the two of us watched with
fascination and she came, bucking and screaming, before our eyes.

"Now, cuckold, there's just one thing left to make it complete. It's
time for me to shoot my load into your wife. Just imagine: for the next
two days, my sperm will be swimming around in her; after all, your
tongue's not long enough to get it ALL out, you know. So, do you want me
to cum in your wife, birthday boy?"

"Yes," I said, in the shakiest voice I had ever heard from anyone.

"Not good enough," he said, in a completely mocking voice.

"Yes, please cum in my wife!" I answered quickly.

"STILL not good enough," he said, more demandingly. Then, as happened
before with Hilary, I got it. I looked at him, stroking rhythmically and
forcefully in and out of my wife, and I looked at her, arms around his
neck and her legs high on his back, shaking and moaning and paying
absolutely no attention to our conversation, and I said it, loudly and
clearly:

"Yes, Jay, please! Fuck my wife! Cum in her! Drain yourself into her!
Cuckold me!"

"With pleasure."

All the excitement, all the teasing, all the foreplay, all the sexual
tension of the situation erupted in our bedroom. Hilary gasped, making
no sound for the longest time, then literally exploded. Her arms and
legs shot straight up in the air, she screamed some incomprehensible
sound, and went into what could only be described as a seizure. Jay
began to cum, emitting a guttural growl which came from his groin; his
ass cheeks collapsed inward, and I watched all the muscles in his legs,
his back and his ass contract together to drive his semen into her. I
saw his whole body pump, like a huge heart gone wild, for what must have
been a full minute. And for the second time that day (and in my life), I
came without anyone touching me at all. I think I passed out from it,
and I know that my arms and legs hurt for days afterward from wrenching
against the restraints. I saw it happen -- I actually saw it happen. She
fucked another man, another man fucked my wife, as I sat and watched.

Hilary and Jay lay in each other's arms for some time after, stirring
only enough to kiss whatever was closest at hand. After a while (who
knows how long?), Jay began gently pressing his hips into her again. For
a minute, I thought he was going to fuck her, but he turned to me and
said, "I'm just getting my cock all coated with my cum, so I can watch
you lick it off me."

I froze. Having just had two colossal orgasms, I was feeling about as
sexual as an old rag. I wished I hadn't made myself cum before this,
then realized that I DIDN'T make myself cum; it just happened, and there
wasn't anything I could have done about it. So, I had two choices:
either accept that this was the last time I'd see them do the dirty deed
together, or come through on my part of the agreement. Just then, Jay
got up on his knees, sat on the edge of the bed facing me, leaned back,
and said, "Hilary, can you get your cuckold out of his chair without
spilling too much?" She said she thought so, and got up to undo the
tape. 

I guess it really hurt when the tape pulled 2 inches' width of hair off
my arms and legs, but I didn't notice. Now I was really scared: scared
of what I had to do, scared of what they would say, and probably scared
of liking it, too. Before that morning, I had never even looked at
another guy's cock close-up; now I was supposed to see it with my eye
teeth.

Jay had done a good job of getting his semen all over himself. His cock
glistened from it, and it was dripping down into his pubic hair. I said
I just couldn't do it. Jay and Hilary said that was fine -- they hoped I
had had a good time, and they would see me tomorrow around 4 pm. I tried
to argue, but to no avail; they were having much too good a time to let
me off the hook. I said I'd clean him off after I finished with Hilary,
but no dice on that one, either.

So I did it. I knelt between his legs, touched his limp cock as lightly
as possible with my thumb and forefinger, and gave a tentative lick to
that mushroom-cap head. I felt I had jumped a huge hurdle, but all Jay
said was, "At that rate, we'll be too old to remember what happened by
the time you're finished. Suck me clean, cuckold." What the hell. I took
a breath, opened my mouth, and took him in.

I could taste Hilary's juices on his cock, but the overwhelming taste
was his semen. It was bitter, sour and salty; not at all like her other
lovers'. As I licked, I gagged; the stuff just did not want to go down
my throat. I thought that holding Jay's penis in my mouth was degrading
enough, but it was not enough for him -- or for Hilary. The two of them,
so fucked out that not a drop of sexual energy remained, finally turned
their attention to me; but this attention I could have done without.

"Stop, cuckold," Jay ordered. "Don't move your mouth -- that's it, keep
all of me in. Now, look at us." I looked up, and saw Hilary snuggling up
next to Jay, cheek to cheek, body to body, then I watched through a
pubic hair forest as they lovingly kissed each other. Unbelievably, I
got hard again -- unbelievable, because I haven't been able to get hard
after coming twice since I was a teenager, and because I was getting off
on licking vile-tasting cum off the penis I held in my mouth. Oh, well;
I gave up on being proper some time last night.

When Jay was clean (and believe me, they both searched through his pubic
hair to find drops I missed, gleefully pointing them out to me), I
turned to Hilary. She laid back on the bed, and as I crawled up between
her legs, Jay came close, too. We both watched in amazement as her pussy
lips spread, to reveal a complete mess. Her pubic hair was drenched,
flattened down along her labia and toward her ass. There was cum
everywhere, from her clit to her ass; it looked more like it had been
spread on the outside than pumped into her pussy. I dove in; after all,
I had done this so many times, and now I had seen it happen, too -- only
to be reminded, with my first tongue-full, that Jay's cum tasted
horrible. I choked it down, and he laughed. "I've had women tell me
they've tasted better," he said, "but I've never gotten a guy's opinion
on it. From the look on your face, I guess they were right, huh?"

I nodded, held my breath, and licked my wife along the entire length of
her slit, from her ass to her clit. Without even thinking, I pulled my
tongue away, and displayed it to them: it held a huge wad of semen,
which dripped off both sides. When they both saw what I was carrying, I
closed my lips and swallowed. It still tasted vile, but it was Jay's
sperm -- and Jay had just fucked my wife so very well, that it seemed,
well, "right."

Once her pussy lips were clean, I spread them and looked into her hole.
It was full to the brim with semen, and I asked her to squeeze it out
for me. She contracted her stomach muscles, and a huge -- huge! --
stream of sperm flowed out of her body. As I licked it up as fast as
possible, I realized that my birthday present was now complete. From
beginning to end, I was part of my wife's making love to another man.
She got exquisitely fucked, and she gave an exquisite fucking to her
lover; the proof of that was now choking its way down my throat. They
allowed me to watch them in their ultimate intimacy, and they gave me
the leftovers to lick off his cock and out of her pussy. I had always
wondered what it was like to see my wife have sex with another man. Now
I knew.

When I finished, I was hard as a rock. The two of them looked at me as
if my erection was something obscene which I had brought into "their"
bedroom, and they told me to get out. I went downstairs, and actually
masturbated to make myself cum. I can't tell you much about my orgasm;
I'm not sure I was really conscious during it. But it felt damn good to
have at least my own hand touching me!

I spent the rest of the night in the living room, while Hilary and Jay
went to sleep in their bed. Jay woke me at about 4 am to tell me he was
going to fuck my wife again, and I had better get upstairs quickly if I
didn't want to miss the action -- and the clean-up. I went upstairs and
watched them, and then watched them again around noon, before he got
dressed to leave. They were nice enough not to bind me to the chair
again, but I was not allowed to touch myself in their presence. Jay's
cum didn't taste any better the last time than it did the first, but I
was much less uncomfortable performing my clean-up ritual on both of
them.

When Jay was ready to leave, we all sat down together. Hilary put her
arms around ME, and we all talked about how amazing the experience had
been. Jay said he had been worried about being so hard on me all
weekend, but Hilary had pointed out to him that my "peter meter" kept
indicating my state of enjoyment. They figured that as long as I was
hard, I couldn't be in too much trouble!

Since that weekend, we still see each other often. Usually, it is just
friends getting together (Jay's married, and I don't think his wife knew
about this). But twice since, we have had 24-hour role reversals, in
which Hilary belongs to Jay, and I, of course, am the cuckold. It's one
hell of a lot of fun, and I wouldn't have missed a minute of it for the
world!

NOTE:
A lot of people have asked me if this story is true. It is, and I have
recorded it here to the best of my ability to remember. Since it was the
absolute most erotic experience of my life, I've remembered it pretty
well. All credit for creativity goes to Hilary, who also proof-read and
commented on this as I wrote it.

We hope you enjoyed it as much as we did.


ll credit for creativity goes to Hilary, who also proof-read and
commented on this as I wrote it.

We hope you enjoyed it as much as we did.








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