Chapter 4

The events in the previous chapter, and my invitation to Cody to have dinner with us, happened on Thursday, fourteen days after I had accidentally read my husband's story detailing his fantasies about my cuckolding of him, followed by those dealing with his being tortured and eventually nullified. When I think now of how short that period seems, I find it difficult to believe that so many important changes could have come about in such a short time. But, they did, and so that's how I've described them in this story.

The hours between then and Saturday evening seemed to drag by for me, and I'm sure they passed even more slowly for my poor husband. Judging by the tent in his trousers that seemed to be a perpetual thing, I was sure his little pecker was hard for the entire 48 hours. However, I'm equally sure he kept his promise to me, and made no attempt to jack off to give himself relief. As far as I know, he's never touched himself in that manner from then until the present, either.

At last, Saturday afternoon approached Saturday evening, and I told Jack it was time for him to prepare me for my lover. That caught him completely by surprise, since I'd given no hint at all that I would be wanting him to do that part. As had become his habit of late, he had no other reaction than nodding his empty head and whispering, "Anything!"

As I reclined in the bathtub, soaking in the scented bubbles and luxuriating in the sensation of the hot water being laved over my body by his trembling hands, I instructed him in what was expected of him that night.

I started by saying, "Honey, I want Cody (Jack already knew him slightly from a couple times when he accompanied me to the pool) to think we've had separate bedrooms for a long time. You don't need to raise the issue yourself, but if it comes up, just act like that's the way it is. Okay?"

He nodded vigorously in assent, and I continued, "Also, I want you to watch me for a cue when it's time for you to leave the room. When he's not watching, I'll nod at you and wink my left eye. That'll be your signal that I want you to make up some excuse, and then go to your bedroom. When you get there, close the door behind you and don't you dare spy on us. If you do all that, maybe I'll come visit you later with something special just for you. Can you do that for me?"

My words must have driven him almost out of his mind as they made him think his long-held fantasy was just hours away from being made real. His head bobbed up and down, and then he replied, "Yes! I can do that part! God, I've wanted that for so long. Please do it!"

I laughed softly, then said, "I'll do my best. I want it just as much as you do, honey. You just remember your part."

Again he nodded, and then I told him to rinse my squeaky-clean body so I could get dressed for our dinner guest. He did, and I did, and then we stood at the front window awaiting Cody's arrival, hand in hand like two high-school sweethearts.

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Although it seemed an eternity that we stood there waiting, it actually was no more than fifteen minutes. Cody arrived a few minutes early, and we both met him at the front door. He had brought a beautiful bouquet of flowers, along with a bottle of red wine, and after we'd all said our hellos, Jack took both to the kitchen.

I led Cody to the living room, where I sat on the couch and he sat in an easy chair across the coffee table. There was no question that he was appreciative of what I was wearing, and I'm sure his eyes rarely focused above my neck the entire time we sat there talking.

I'd told him to wear casual dress, and so that's the way I had also dressed. Since it was late spring then, and we live in a warm climate on the West Coast, I was wearing short pants and a tee-shirt. I haven't worn a bra in years, and wasn't that night, and knew my nipples were easily visible to even the most-casual glance. His stares were anything but that, though, and it was almost as if his eyes were actually caressing my breasts. By the time Jack returned to the room to tell us dinner was on the table, my nipples must have looked like rocks to the two men.

I surprised Jack by seating Cody in the chair at the head of the table, knowing that by doing so I'd send a not-so-subtle message that a "regime change" was being made. Jack had always used that chair, and I knew that if he saw my intended lover now using it, he'd know that he had been supplanted, not only in my bed, but in my esteem. Far from that making him sad, though, it only seemed to make him more attentive to our guest. His reaction only confirmed what I'd been guessing for several days by then: he craved humiliation, and found it to be arousing. That was a good thing, given what I had planned for him.

The meal was good, and the time passed quickly. Jack served banana creme pie for dessert, and I had to smile as I recalled saying to him as I baked it earlier that day, "If things work out like I want them to, honey, both of you will be eating creme pie tonight. But I doubt that yours will taste like bananas." I'd laughed uproarishly at my crude joke, but my poor husband was far beyond joining in, and just stood there with glazed eyes and sagging mouth.

When he placed a piece of the pie in front of me, I looked up at him and smiled sweetly, reveling in the look of lustful distraction on his face. I knew he was recalling my words, just as I was, and it was our secret joke. It was just about all I could do to not let Cody in on the joke.

Following the meal, the three of us cooperated in clearing the table and stacking the dishes in the dishwasher. We then took the chilled bottle of wine to the living room, and as Jack and I sat on the couch, Cody once again sat in the easy chair across from us. We spent the next couple hours listening to the stories our guest had brought back from Iraq, with us only occasionally making an encouraging comment.

When the conversation seemed to lull around 9:00, I diverted Cody's attention by asking him to pour me another glass of wine, and while he was doing that, I looked at my husband and winked my left eye. It took him so long to react to my signal that I was sure his brain had been completely fried by what was happening, but just moments later he stood, then said, "Well, I'm sorry to seem like a party pooper, but there's a stack of term papers on my desk that simply have to be graded so I can hand them out on Monday. I hope you'll excuse me."

Cody stood also, and the two men shook hands, saying all the expected things. Jack then left the room, and Cody continued to stand there for a few seconds, then said, "I suppose I should go, too. It's getting late."

In response, I said, "Don't you even think of leaving me here all alone! I've spent enough evenings watching TV by myself, and now that I finally have someone to talk to, I don't want it to ever end."

He seemed relieved by my words, and began to re-seat himself in the easy chair across from me. I said, "Why don't you come over here by me, and we won't have to talk so loud and disturb Jack." That was evidently what he'd been wanting to hear all evening, and in a split second he was sitting on the couch, about two feet away from me.

I pretended to be absorbed in pouring some wine in his glass, and "inadvertently" moved closer to him. I then raised my glass in a toast, and he did the same. I said, "To a wonderful evening of good food and good conversation. May it only get better." We touched glasses, then sipped in silence as each of us thought of the hidden implications in what I'd said.

I again raised the subject of his being free on a Saturday night, saying, "I still can't believe you didn't have anything better to do than come over here to visit us. I'd think you could have your choice of girls, if you really tried."

He blushed slightly, then said, "Well, it's like I said before. They all seem like kids to me after coming back from Iraq. I guess I just need someone who's more mature."

I chuckled, then said, "You mean, an old woman like me, huh?"

He looked startled for a moment, then realized I was joking. He also chuckled, then said in a serious tone, "Sharon, you're so far from old that the word never enters my mind when I think of you."

I told him I was glad to know he'd been thinking of me, and then continued with my original thought. "Anyway, I guess I just assumed you'd have a steady girlfriend, or at least an occasional love interest."

He replied, "No. Not now, and not for a long time. I'm sure it's been three years since I've been with a woman, in that way."

Those last words were uttered in a quiet whisper, and the longing was so evident it made me sad. I said, equally softly, "It's sad, isn't it? I guess we both know what it's like to have no love life at all. Jack and I have had separate bedrooms for some time now (not really a lie, of course, since two days qualifies as 'some time')." I pretended to be overcome with grief then, and leaned into his strong shoulder. His arm was instantly around me, and he pulled me against him in a passionate hug.

He said, "I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

I pretended to be catching my breath for a few seconds, then said tearfully, "Thank you. It's my own fault, though. I insisted that both of us had to remain virgins until we were married, and so I had no idea that Jack was so...so..."

I tried to give the impression that I was at a loss for words, and it must have worked, for he hugged me more tightly while asking, "What was he, Sharon?"

I hesitated again, then whispered, "So small." I felt his body freeze into position, then he hugged me even more forcefully before eventually saying, "I'm sorry. I'm sure that must be awful for a strong woman, like you are."

I lost my last shred of reserve then, and throwing my arms around him, I kissed him with all the passion available to me. He hesitated only slightly before responding in kind, and then the world stood still as I struggled to draw breath. Even though the kiss seemed to last an eternity, it did eventually come to an end, and I pulled back to look directly into his eyes. I whispered, "Will you stay with me tonight? Please? I just can't bear to spend another night in that lonely bed."

He tried to smile, but just couldn't do it, and finally whispered in my ear, "I've wanted you ever since that first time I saw you at the pool. I can't even begin to tell you how often I think of you, and dream of being with you in that way. But, I don't want to make you do anything that you'll regret tomorrow."

I pulled back, with my hands gripping both of his shoulders, and said in my most-earnest voice, "Cody, I want you more than I can say. You're all I ever think about when I'm in there all by myself. You don't need to think I'll regret even a single second of anything we do together."

He evidently understood that I was completely sincere in my desire for him, and enfolded me in his strong arms, then kissed me deeply. It felt as if my entire body were melting then, and I'm quite sure that even if I hadn't been the one who made the invitation, I'd never find the strength to resist him. Fortunately, that sort of thing didn't even enter the picture, because I wanted him deep inside me, just as fervently as did my husband.

As we kissed, I placed my hand on his crotch, then used my fingers to straighten his cock which had been pointing sideways. It felt unbelievably huge to me, and when we at last broke the kiss, I looked down, and could not suppress the gasp of shock and lustful longing that almost made me lose consciousness.

I had known for some time, based on the size of the bulge in his swim trunks, that he was much larger than Jack, but evidently I'd never seen him in an erect state. Now that I did at last see him like that, the sheer size of the tent in the front of his trousers made me doubt my eyes. I knew he was easily twice the size of my husband's five-inches, and his diameter was surely even more than double Jack's puny one-inch dick. If I thought I couldn't get any hotter than what he'd already made me, I was proved wrong then, because I truly could think of nothing other than feeling his monster forcing its way deep into my womb, there to fill my void with the proof of his own, equal lust.

I stood, took his hand in mine, and pulled him to his feet. Immediately turning toward the hallway entrance, I almost dragged him behind me. Since we had given him a quick tour of the house earlier that evening, he already knew which door was Jack's, and as we wordlessly approached it, he seemed to be reluctant to accompany me any further. I'm sure the dark space beneath the closed door, indicating the bedroom's lights had been extinguished, assured him somewhat.

To reassure him still further, I whispered, "He's already asleep, and always sleeps like a log. He'll never hear anything." What undoubtedly caused him to resume walking toward my own bedroom, though, was my grabbing his immense cock with one hand, and then using it as a "handle" to pull him along with me.

Continued in Chapter 5.