A Cuckold Made

It was my turn to dart my eyes wider, "Oh so now you think he's hot?"

She playfully slapped my arm, "Handsome, whatever. Now you're the one being ridiculous."

"Oh so you think he's handsome?" I teased, playful despite a small pang of jealousy.

She pushed me with her shoulder, "Jackass. I think he looks like you, so of course I think he's handsome."

I'm not sure why I said it, perhaps it was my subconscious desperate to perpetuate the fantasy that was unrelenting upon my thoughts. A bolt of vigor hit me, and I replied, "I just hope you don't confuse the two of us, and end up in bed with him."

A stunned look appeared on my wifes reddening face, as she gasped, "John! What's gotten into you?" I also couldn't help but notice a twinkle of liveliness in her eyes.

My own face was suddenly red, and I tried to save the comment, "Oh for crying out loud Sammie, nothing's gotten into me. I'm just kidding around!"

It was the following week, when William arrived. Upon meeting someone, every so often you might get a strange feeling that the individual will have an impact on your life, or play a role larger than a typical acquaintance. It's almost an intrinsic sort of sixth-sense. For reasons that would end up proving obvious, that's the exact feeling I had when opening the door for our new lodger.

He was taller than I had anticipated, and built. He smiled wide as he saw me, his broad shoulders and large frame somehow familiar. He had hair darker than my own, with some very subtle streaks of gray adding to an already distinguished look. He was dressed in casual jeans and a polo shirt, and his muscled torso was obvious beneath his clothes.

"John. It's a pleasure to meet you." He reached out with a large hand and gave me a firm handshake, which I reciprocated.

"Same to you William. Welcome." I offered, smiling back at him. I stepped to the side as he entered our family room, and looked back at my wife. For a split second, her eyes darted wide, flustered, my own mind racing as I noticed that she was clearly impressed by what she saw. It caused my stomach to knot up, and a clamminess to make itself apparent on my skin.

I began to second guess the entire endeavor, wondering how on earth I could have invited this handsome, muscular stranger, to stay at the home that I shared with my wife? My heart started to race as a worry ran through my mind. William was much more attractive in person, with an air of confident and easy masculinity about him that I was immediately envious of.

"You must be Samantha." He then smiled at her.

"H-Hello." She offered, sweetly and shyly.

The large man gently engulfed her hand with his own, my eyes not failing to notice the disparity in their sizes, despite my wife's curvaceous body. The strange knot in my stomach continued to tighten.

"You're even prettier than your picture led on." He said, not inappropriately.

It caused Sammie to blush, "Thank you. You're too kind."

I helped William get situated, assisting with his luggage and giving him a tour of the house. He seemed appreciative, and despite the angst that I was now experiencing, I was relieved to see that his demeanor and vibe were in line with what I had hoped for. He seemed like a good guy.

The three of us sat down for a steak dinner that Samantha had prepared for his arrival, wherein we talked about our lives, our hopes for a family, his sons, and our relative professions. We learned that he was rather well off, which was another source of envy for me. Despite some of those pangs of self consciousness, it was actually a very pleasant meal, and my concerns had quickly been replaced by a strange excitement, especially as I noticed my wife stealing glances in Williams direction. What was going on with me?

William too, couldn't help but allow his eyes to linger on Samantha's pretty face, or perhaps wander down her neck towards her impressive cleavage. I couldn't help but notice an easy and palpable chemistry between the two of them, and my mind was frantic as all kinds of perverse and terrifying thoughts ran through it.

"That's incredible!" William smiled, near in disbelief, upon learning that the two of us were high school sweethearts. "You rarely hear of that these days."

"You definitely don't." I replied, grabbing my wife's hand from across the table. "I'm a lucky man." I offered, causing Sammie to smile in return.

"Well at the risk of sounding melodramatic. I feel like a lucky man having found the two of you, and your lovely home to make my stay this summer." He grabbed his wine glass from the table, raising it, "To your beautiful wife, and lucky men."

Samantha blushed at his compliment, and I noticed William staring into her eyes as he spoke the words. There was a boldness to William, and I found myself in strange admiration of it.

"Cheers to that." I added, Sammie and I both raising our glasses as well.

The first couple weeks of his stay were rather uneventful, just as Samantha and I had hoped they would be. We barely saw William, as he was usually up before either of us, and home well after we had returned from work. What little we did see of him was pleasant, as he was always polite and considerate of our household habits. Samantha had noticed that he had even begun doing the dishes. His initial behavior allowed for our comfort level with his presence to establish faster than we might have anticipated. That level of familiarity was somehow enhanced by the casual manner in which William and Samantha would flirt with one another. Inexplicably, I never felt threated by their flirations, as they somehow seemed so natural, so easy going. There was this strange but tangibly masculine aura surrounding William, and for whatever reason, perhaps simple charisma, my wife seemed to gravitate towards it.

Things started to slowly change, however, after Samantha had hopped out of bed for some water one late evening. She was in her nightgown, as was typical, and it allowed for her large natural breasts to bounce pendulously beneath the silk fabric. The sight of it had incited my arousal more times than I could count. Neither of us had considered the possibility that William might still be up, and in the kitchen.

My eyes had begun to hang heavily as I thought to take a break from the book I was reading, when I heard her surprised voice echo from down the hallway.

"Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't realize you were up."

My eyes immediately darted open upon realizing the interaction that was occurring in the kitchen, my heart rate quickening as I sat up in bed.

Despite remaining deadly still in heightened curiosity, I couldn't quite make out William's words, but his tone sounded apologetic.

Samantha's too, were now masked by the running water of the sink, my ears only able to catch the end, "Nonsense. Our house is your house for as long as you're here." I then heard a giggle, and her footsteps returning down the hall, "Goodnight William."

My wife's face was flush with excitement when she returned to the master bedroom, gently closing the door behind her. She raised her eyebrows at me, jokingly adding, "Whoops."

"What happened?" I had to ask.

Sammie took a gulp from her glass of water, "I'm not used to other men seeing me in this outfit."

My heart continued to pound in my chest, a jealous excitement surging through me, as I replied, "Neither am I." I forced a chuckle, repeating, "What happened?"

She placed the glass down on her nightstand, sliding in under the covers, next to me. "Nothing. William was out there getting some water too."

I was strangely captivated by the situation, adding, "Well I guess he got an eyeful."

"He wasn't the only one." Samantha replied, causing me to turn my head in her direction, nearly in a panic.

"What do you mean?" I immediately replied.

My wife sort of fidgeted, and made an effort to downplay her response, "Oh nothing. He was just in his underwear. We both caught each other, I suppose."

My heart continued to pound, and I now felt the strange stirrings of arousal despite the growing knot in my stomach.

"Notice anything?" I teased, feigning a casual interest.

"Stop." She chuckled, leaning over to turn off her lamp, an act which I mirrored.

"You can tell me." I pressed, as we both lay in the relative darkness of our bedroom.

"Well, if you must know-" She replied. I could almost hear her lips crack into a teasing smile, as she clearly sensed an interest on my behalf. Samantha continued, "He seemed to fill out his underwear quite well. Quite well indeed."

"You're fucking with me." I replied, unsure of how to behave in the current, bizarre conversation.

"I am not." She replied, simply.

I couldn't control myself, and instinctively reached across and groped her breasts, her nipples already hard to my touch. I leaned into her side, and reached across her waist with my other arm, sensing the heat emanating from her panties as I ran my finger along the wet fabric.

"You're turned on." I gasped, as she arched her head back in pleasure.

"Don't be ridiculous." She replied, breathless, before adding with concern in her voice, "Fantasy teasing is one thing, but isn't this inappropriate? William is a living in our home."

I didn't respond immediately, and it was only several seconds later until I was atop her, thrusting in as best I could from a missionary position. She was trying desperately to be quiet, as sound was notorious for carrying across our home, even through the thin walls.

"Why is it inappropriate? I know you find him handsome." I eventually replied, almost unable to believe my own train of thought, let alone the words that were escaping my mouth.

She gently slapped my chest, through my loose fitting night shirt, whining a whisper, "It's inappropriate because he's not my husband!"

"So what?" I responded, and then inexplicably added, "I want you to fantasize about him."

Samantha's eyes darted wide, a mixture of arousal and worry amidst her gaze. I leaned down and kissed her, both of us spurred to increase our tempo.

It proved to be an unsurprisingly quick session, but I was able to bring her to a small orgasm before unleashing. She clutched into me as I came.

As we lay there in recovery, our sheets tangled in dampness, Samantha breathed, "Maybe I will fantasize about him, if it's going to get you going like that!"

I was delirious in thought, and heard myself mumble, "Fine by me."

She giggled, "Go to sleep, pervert. I love you."

We kissed goodnight, and allowed for slumber to take us.

Towards the end of his third week with us, William came home with an expensive bottle of tequila, hoping we might be interested in sharing it with him. As was perhaps sadly typical of our Friday nights, we didn't have much going on, and were both happy to enjoy his company.

He spoke of his project at the facility he was working on, and how rocky a start they had had in installing some new manufacturing lines, but he was hopeful things would smooth out soon.

"Needless to say, I can use some of this right about now." He offered, taking a healthy sip of the liquor.

"Sure sounds like it." I replied, grimacing as I took a sip alongside him.

Samantha too, hissed upon her swig. "Ooo! Wow! That's strong!"

William and I chuckled. "Not a tequila drinker, I take it?" He offered.

My wife shook her head, "Not me. I'm more of a wine girl. Red, to be specific."

William smiled, "Well I suppose it never hurts to try new things."

She smiled at him, naturally flirtatious, "Can't argue with that."

The tequila continued to flow along with the conversation, all three of us becoming quite loose, especially Samantha who was not a veteran of hard liquor by any means. The television had been on and offering background noise, but none of us were paying it any mind. I had even broke out a deck of cards, for some old fashioned poker, to pass the time.

"We need some more excitement in here!" William suddenly offered, adding, "Let's raise these stakes a bit."

I was feeling good, and comfortable with our lodger, joking back at him, "Oh no. Don't you go thinking I'm dumb enough to allow you to win back some of this money you're spending on rent!"

My wife laughed at that, and William wasn't far behind.

"Well damn. You found me out before I even had a chance to start." He chuckled, leaning back in the kitchen chair casually, clearly feeling no pain.

"How about strip poker?" I suddenly heard a delicate, unfamiliar voice from where my wife was seated.

Samantha turned beat read as soon as she noticed William and I stare back at her, dumbfounded. "I'm kidding!" She nearly shrieked, laughing in embarrassment. Samantha wasn't one to joke in such a manner, and I could tell she immediately regretted the comment. She had clearly been inspired by the tequila, and perhaps something else.

My mind was a million places at once, most prominently back to her half naked encounter with William in the kitchen. Words escaped my mouth, but it was as if I wasn't the one speaking them. "Sounds fun to me."

It was Samantha's turn to look aghast, giving me a shocked, red faced stare and replying, "Oh c'mon John. You know I was only kidding!" I did know that, but for some stupid reason wanted to see how far she'd be willing to go.

"I'm game." Our confident lodger suddenly spoke with an interested smile, adding fuel to the fire. "Expensive tequila and cards. You could argue strip poker is the only way for this night to end."

I felt that knot in my stomach once again, an angst churning as I glanced to Samantha. I fully expected her to throw her hands up, to balk. Instead, she looked at our lodger with a hazy glaze in her eyes, stunning me.

"Okay, I'll play, but I'm not taking off my underwear." It was somehow the sexiest thing I had ever heard her say. My mind began to race as I struggled to register her words.

We all instinctively sat up a bit in our chairs, the atmosphere in the room immediately changing. I was almost in a state of disbelief as I started dealing the cards, not wanting to give her an opportunity to escape.

"God. We've had too much to drink. My middle schoolers wouldn't behave this childish." Samantha offered, burying her face in her hands in exaggerated regret.

"Remember, this was your idea." I teased her. She then gave me a look as if to say, 'Are you sure about this?'

"It'll be fun." I added, replying to her unasked question.

"Bra and panties stay on." She reiterated, looking at me, and then towards William.

"Mine too." He joked, lifting his hands up in innocence, which caused a welcome and tension cutting laugh from both my wife and I.

It went quiet with anxious anticipation, however, as we played out the first hand. To say that I was ignorant to the dynamic at hand, would have been dishonest. Clearly I had seen my own wife in a state of undress countless times, and clearly William nor myself had an interest in seeing one another in a similar state. It was evident that this game's true stakes were between our guest, and my wife, and yet I agreed to it nonetheless. Truthfully, we all sensed that same undercurrent lurking beneath our willingness to play. Looking back on that evening of strip poker, it was clear that all three of us, subconsciously or not, very much bought into what would prove to be the first large stride towards my inevitable cuckolding.

"Bullshit!" Sammie exclaimed, folding. She unceremoniously discarded of a single sock, tossing it into the living room.

William laughed with a jovial smile, clearly enjoying the situation.

I was quieter, my stomach toiling with a strange and perverse arousal. Samantha and I had never engaged in anything even close to this risque before. Our friends were all rather conservative, and something about Williams presence had pushed us into unfamiliar territory. I knew the alcohol had plenty to do with my wife's sudden willingness, but deep down, I also knew Samantha was being subconsciously spurred both by my fantasy, and her own attraction to William. For reasons I could not explain, it consumed me with excitement.

Another few hands had finished, and the three of us were all barefoot. The tension continued to build as the stakes grew higher.

"Big hand." I offered, chuckling.

Samantha's face was flush, her breathing clearly heavier than normal. I couldn't help but ask, "Are you okay?" My wife smiled nervously, and threw back one more swig of tequila.

William joked, "John. The renter's agreement never mentioned anything about a wild woman living on premises."

I laughed, and Samantha chuckled, replying, "Only when I've had too much to drink."

The handsome lodger smiled at her, "I'll have to keep that in mind."

The next hand played out, all three of us holding our breaths as we revealed our cards.

"Fuck!" William exclaimed, his deep voice booming, in mostly a joking fashion.

He stood up, his tall frame towering over Samantha and I. I attempted not to stare as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a muscled chest, and large shoulders. His arms were impressive, with an elegant tattoo of what looked like a fighter jet along one of his forearms. He wasn't the most chiseled guy I had ever seen, but William was undeniably in excellent shape for a man of his age. I realized that my wife had already seen his body in this manner, the other night when stumbling upon him in the kitchen.

I noticed my heart thumping in my chest as I glanced at her. Samantha's cheeks were still rosey, my wife doing a poor job of concealing her interested eyes. She stared at his body, almost fidgeting with a nervousness that was unfamiliar to me. She seemed desperate to alleviate the thick atmosphere permeating the room, asking William, "Does your tattoo have a special significance?"

He sort of turned his arm, presenting the ink, "I was an aeronautics head when I was younger, totally obsessed with planes." He paused, adding, "Especially the military sort."

Samantha nodded, "It's nice."

"Yeah, it's well done." I felt the need to add.

"Well thank you both, but I can't shake the feeling that you're trying to lull me into a false sense of security to break my focus." He chuckled, adding, "Let's deal that next hand John."

I smirked, tossing cards while masking an anxiousness that was bubbling within me.

Another hand, and another groan from our lodger, "You got to be kidding me!" He leaned back, frustrated.

It was almost an out of body experience, looking over at the woman I loved and noticing how intently she was watching him. I heard the clanking of his belt buckle, and the distinct sound of a zipper being pulled. Samantha couldn't look away, nor conceal her reaction. My stomach toiled as I saw her eyes widen and her jaw drop slightly, her cheeks turning a blazing shade of crimson.

I slowly turned my head back over to William, and felt a powerful surge of embarrassment as I was stunned by the behemoth bulge of his manhood. Samantha had most certainly not been exaggerating. His dark blue boxer-briefs were nearly bursting at the seams as they restrained what was surely a largely impressive package. 'What the fuck?' I remember thinking to myself, as he stepped out of his pants, his immense bulge jostling beneath the cotton as he did so. I quickly averted my eyes, and noticed that Samantha did not.

"I'm usually a better card player." William offered, sitting back down at the table, which resulted in its concealment from our line of sight.

"Can't win them all I suppose." I replied, attempting to keep conversation flowing, avoiding the elephant in the room.

Samantha seemed to temporarily snap out of her trance, looking at me, smiling with a flushness on her face, "I guess it's just you and me dear."