Three years ago, I’d encouraged my wife Marilyn, then 25, to date others. Although reluctant at first, she relented after a few months. I have no interest in seeing other women. I guess you could call me a watcher. My wife says, with a gracious laugh, that I’m a “cuckold.”
I’m just four and a half inches erect, and I wanted her to experience “real” cocks. Or so I tell her and myself; she dated four others before we married, so I’m sure there are reasons beyond my self justification.
Marilyn had told me years before that she and her two cousins Tim and Gwen had “fooled around,” as she expressed it, when she was still living with her parents. That occurred during a couple of family camping trips and a few times at or around their homes.
Marilyn, at 28, is six months younger than Tim and ten months older than Gwen. Tim and Gwen are also cousins to the other, not siblings. All three attended the same schools, each just one grade of the others.
At that time, Tim’s parents owned a boat. The three had sailed onto a large lake’s only island where they explored the land’s far side, where got naked and swam, far beyond the sight of their families.
This June, Gwen and other family members planned a party for Tim’s September birthday. We accepted their invitation to travel to their hometown and join the gathering. We used our vacation time, including my wife’s personal days off, for his party and her getting in touch with former school friends she hadn’t seen for years.
I get three weeks’ vacation each year. Friends are jealous of my extended leave until I clarify the HR department’s details. My company offers three options; one allows each employee to give up 1/52nd annual salary for a third week. Or we can select a fourth week for a 1/26th pay reduction; but restrictions on family-paid and dental insurance and allowable sick days are sufficiently restrictive that few employees take it. When I explain that, my envious acquaintances usually say, roughly, “Screw that! I’ll take the money.”
Marilyn phoned Tim and asked for information on any nearby hotel. Her cousin insisted we stay with him. He owns a three-bedroom home near the town center. He had converted a bedroom to a home office and used the second as a guest bedroom.
Like my wife, Tim is slender, with dark brown hair and brown eyes. He’s the only one of the three cousins who remains unmarried. He changes girlfriends every few months. He has told my wife many times that he’s a confirmed bachelor. “Women don’t stick with me for long,” he says.
Upon arrival at his front door, my wife and her cousin hugged and kissed full on the lips. That night, the three of us went to a night club. Tim and I danced with Marilyn. We sat in a booth and they talked about people they knew in high school.
“I keep in touch with a few and often run into J.B. at the health club,” Tim said. He had four phone numbers and promised those to Marilyn when we got back to his house.
When Tim left our table to get more drinks, Marilyn whispered to me, “He was really ‘hard’ while we were dancing.” She held up her hands and wriggled her fingers to accentuate the quote on “hard.”
I wrinkled my brow said, “Sounds exciting. Would you be agreeable to fucking him?”
Touching a forefinger to her lips, she rolled her eyes up thoughtfully and said, “You are so weird! Let me think about it.” Then, she added, “Did you recognize one of those high school names he mentioned? Jack — whom Tim calls ‘J.B.’ – was the guy I dated half my junior year, through graduation.”
I hadn’t then remembered the last name but recognized it when she reminded me. I’d often asked whether she would find it exciting to fuck him again if she had the chance. She denied it at first; but, after she had given in to my encouragement to date other guys, she finally admitted, “Well, yeah!” I grinned.
We had intended to stay here in town only until after the birthday party, before visiting a vacation resort. Now I considered hanging around a bit longer.
The second night, we played our first-ever game of poker with Tim and his girlfriend at his kitchen table. Neither Marilyn nor I know anything about cards and we lost our pennies quickly. His girlfriend had to leave early in order to be refreshed for work the next morning. Her office was moving to a new location that Saturday, and every employee was expected to show up.
Tim, my wife and I chatted awhile until he suggested playing strip poker. Marilyn protested, “We’re no good at the game! We’d be naked in minutes, and you wouldn’t even have lost a belt.”
He suggested a more fair digression, a version of high-card draw. He dealt each of us three cards face-down. Each drew a card, turned it over and sucked down a jigger of whiskey for every turnover. A low card draw resulted in losing an article of clothing. The whiskey’s intoxicating consequences turned every round into a slow but steady bout.
Her cousin and I realized my wife wasn’t wearing a bra. As she removed her blouse, Tim couldn’t divert his eyes from the fullness of her naked breasts.
When Tim stood to remove his jeans, his rigid dick popped through the fly of his shorts. Marilyn, now stoned, stared. Her tongue slowly slid across her upper lip. Ultimately, I was left with socks and they were nude. Marilyn unclasped her watch and said with an inebriated slur, “I’m out. What prizes do we play for now?”