After The Party

Another really good instalment Stormy. I'm certainly looking forward to what happens at the wedding!

Stormy, I just started reading this thread yesterday and last night. Your feelings and physical reactions resembles what I went through many years ago (my stories on Literotica "Wife gets Pregnant," and "A Changing Anniversary") under the username "esknr" even though I did not express my true feelings at the time in those stories the way you have been very candied at doing in your thread). Now, after all these years, I would be more open and understanding in such a relationship with my new wife.

I am really looking to reading reading the remainder of your installments and the way you express your true feelings. Good writing, keep it up.

Stormy, I just started reading this thread yesterday and last night. Your feelings and physical reactions resembles what I went through many years ago (my stories on Literotica "Wife gets Pregnant," and "A Changing Anniversary") under the username "esknr" even though I did not express my true feelings at the time in those stories the way you have been very candied at doing in your thread). Now, after all these years, I would be more open and understanding in such a relationship with my new wife.

I am really looking forward to reading the remainder of your installments and the way you express your true feelings. Good writing, keep it up.

Another great episode Stormy, you have me waiting with baited breath for the next one, I can feel the tension building wonderfully, great touch with the panties at the end.

@ Lvnu "A Changing Anniversary" is one of my favorite cuckold stories

Again, great story Stormy. I can only imagine where these two vixens might be taking Kevin.
A. Smith

Storm

I love Kristi and Kori. They are great characters, but Mandy/Raven is making a strong run. I guess I just have a soft spot for hookers with a heart of gold.

GH

Thanks sslv. Wherever it is, I'm sure he'll be happy he went!

GH - who doesn't?? Thanks for the comments!
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After dressing as Steffany had requested, I splashed on just a touch of her favorite cologne, made sure my hair was reamisterably well-combed, and headed for the car. At the last minute I remembered to grab the card and the present that Stef had wrapped that morning, and was soon on my way. It was a quarter 'til two when I arrived at the church, so I *******ed a few minutes listening to the radio before going in. I really didn't want to have to stand around and wait any longer than absolutely necessary.

I stood at the rear of the church, more than a little amazed at the turnout. I guess, since I knew the wedding party itself was to be small, I had assumed that the wedding would be as well, but I couldn't have been more wrong - there were easily over three hundred people already in the church! I stayed outside of the sanctuary proper, waiting for Stef and watching the four young ushers seat new arrivals.

The ushers were two boys - young men, really, probably between sixteen and twenty - and two young ladies about that same age. Both of the girls bore more than a passing resemblance to KatienotKathy, and I wondered it they were other family members of hers, more of her circle of cousins, nieces, etc. The two guys seemed quite enamored with them - and why not, both were tall, slender, beautiful blondes, each possessed of that youthful vitality and unique combination of innocence and burgeoning sexuality that moves men's souls. Watching the young men clumsily flirting with them was amusing.

In addition to being amusing, it helped to distract me from what I had dreaded most about the day; being stared at, talked about, and humiliated because of Steffany's very public display of...well, let's just call it holy water-induced bad judgment. I realized after a couple of minutes that few were giving me more than a passing glance, if that, and my trepidation eased somewhat - until it dawned on me that until Steffany joined me almost nobody there would have any idea that we were together! After all it was she that was famous, or perhaps notorious. Absent her I was blissfully unremarkable, wrapped in a protective shell of anonymity.

For the first time in my life I began to dread seeing Steffany, wishing instead to remain alone and anonymous. The idea of bolting back to my car, or perhaps taking a seat in the church and hoping that, not finding me waiting, she would sit alone crossed my mind, and I was ashamed of myself for even considering it. This was my wife I was thinking of abandoning, the woman I loved more than anything on earth! Since the day we'd first met my heart had always swelled when she entered a room, and it still did. I had always taken pride in being seen with her, pride to the point of vanity that she was with me, knowing she was way above my pay grade, that my own value was increased many fold because of her beautiful and radiant presence. And now, when she needed me, I was going to be ashamed to be seen with her?

No! I resolved to not do that - I'd told her that we would face whatever came together, as a couple, and we would. Fortunately the mind, being the amazing organ that it is, was able to process these thoughts and reach that decision in milliseconds, and my resolve only strengthened over the remaining moments until she joined me, so much so that I was able to greet her with a genuine smile and a kiss.

She gave me a timid smile in return. "Hi. I wasn't sure you'd come."

"I wouldn't have missed it for the world." I felt her squeeze my arm in gratitude. "How's Katie doing, did everything go OK?"

She chuckled. "You won't believe this, but she's very nervous. She looks gorgeous though, just beautiful."

One of the young female ushers led us to our seats - 'friends of the bride' side of the church - and I couldn't help but notice that the looks had begun, the nudges and winks and quick whispers. The pattern seemed to be that one permister, the wife or husband, or one of a group of friends, would see and recognize Stef, and would quickly nudge and whisper to the other. We only went in four or five rows from the back, but the stares were plentiful. Stef pretended not to notice, but I felt her grip on my arm tighten, and I put my hand over hers to reassure her.

We were both used to guys looking at her, that was inevitable, but this was different. It felt different. I kept my head up and met some of the staring eyes, and they always quickly looked away, their eyes darting nervously - but not before I saw what was in them. In some there was scorn, some disdain, and that didn't surprise me; it was what I'd expected. What did surprise me was the hunger in the eyes of many of the men, the raw desire, and in the eyes of the women there was often what I took to be resentment, or jealousy, or in many cases envy. I was sure it was envy! I really think that many of the women envied Stef...something. Her beauty, her sensuality, her daring, perhaps, or maybe simply her ability to achieve multiple orgasms, one after another.

Maybe these women just envied her that, her episode of hot, sweaty sex with a big, black, well-built and well-hung stripper. Whatever it was, one thing was abundantly clear: The video was out there, somewhere, and people had seen it. Many of the people right here, at this wedding, had obviously seen the video, and it had shown all anyone needed to see, or needed to know. There could be no other explanation for the amount of attention we had drawn.

Storm

What a wonderfully well conceived scene. Kevin's indecision and then realization of what is happening are wonderful.

Thanks

GH

It just gets better and better. Please keep posting.

Fortunately the ceremony soon started, the groom, Dave, and his brother Daniel taking their places at the front of the church along with the minister. The traditional "Here Comes the Bride" music belted from the organ, and Katherine came up the aisle escorted by her man and her maid-of-honor. Stef had been right, Katie looked stunningly beautiful, but also pale and nervous. She also looked almost innocent and virginal, a miracle pulled off through some sleight-of-hand that I'll never understand. It must have been special effects of some sort. It was all very touching - not that I'm one to cry at weddings - and I was very happy for KatienotKathy and Dave.

The service seemed to go quickly, the minister keeping the mood light-hearted and celebratory, as it should be, and before we knew it they were leaving the altar to what I think is called the recessional music. At my own wedding to Steffany my brother had referred to this music as the death march. For awhile then everyone milled about aimlessly and talked, the photographer occupying the wedding party and the families with taking many, many photos.

Stef and I - but mostly her - continued to get an inordinate amount of attention. The men, in particular, seemed to want to meet her, and we were introduced to more people that either of us could hope to remember as we waited around. The reception was to take place at a nearby country club, of which Katherine's parents were members, and gradually people began to filter out of the church to their cars, maps in hand, in order to head there. Stef and I did likewise, breaking away from the stares and whispers long enough to get into our car, alone. We took mine and left hers at the church to pick up later.

Stef took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Well. That was worse that I expected."

I glanced at her as I drove. "You think? I actually thought it would be worse than it was."

She stared at me for a moment. "Kevin, it was like everyone knew!"

"Mmm-hmm. You're a movie star."

She gasped. "What? Oh cuckolds brownie, do you think that's it? How could that get around so fast, to everyone?"

"Are you kidding? We live in the information age - people in Tibet are probably watching you get laid even as we speak!"

"No - I mean, I know that, but how could so many of the people at this one wedding have seen it so soon?"

I shook my head. "Obviously Stef, one of your so-called friends took great pains to be sure this got out to everyone they could get it to. The question is, why?"

"I don't know. Let's just go home, OK?"

"You want to cut and run? That's not like you. Besides, I think the majority of the women were looking at you like they wished they could do what you did, and the guys like they wished they could do you."

She stared at me for a second or two, then laughed. "That's awful - and they were not!" She paused. "Katherine is counting on me to be there. I told her I would."

"Uh-huh. And so? Where am I going?"

She sighed. "To the reception, I guess. But stay with me, OK?" I nodded. "And how come now you're OK with it when earlier you were the one that didn't want to come to all this, to be seen with me?"

I touched her leg. "I changed my mind. I'll always want to be seen with you. And besides, we're adults, we can do what we want as long as we're both OK with it, right? I mean, most of these people have secrets too, it's just that our secret is...well, you know, not so secret."

"Kevin, I'm confused. Are you OK with it?"

I shrugged as I turned into the driveway of the club. "Still not entirely sure. I'm more OK than I was. I talked it over with a friend."

I stopped at the valet stand just as she said "A friend? Who?"

"I'll explain later." I took my ticket from the valet and we walked up the covered walk to the front door. It was a beautiful club, an historic old building of red brick with shake shingles on the roof and thick Ivy covering some of the walls. The golf pro shop, club, and locker rooms were in a smaller building of the same architecture, about a quarter mile down the hill near the lake. The main clubhouse housed a couple of fine restaurants, banquet rooms, a massive, beautiful lobby, and on the lower level at the rear, squash, raquet- and handball courts. The tennis courts and pool were adjacent, on the south side, and they had recently added a spa.

It smelled of old money - well, old money, leather, fine cigar smoke, brandy, and incredibly good food. At that moment, I felt my cell phone vibrate in my pocket. I glanced at it quickly and surreptitiously, only to see that I had a message waiting. "Hey Stef, I need to make a quick trip to the little boy's room. Meet back here?"

"Fine. I should probably do that too, before we go in. See you in a couple of minutes."

We went our separate ways. Once in the men's room I chose a stall rather than stand at the urinal. I did have to go, that had not been a lie, and I proceeded to do so, fumbling with my phone wth my other hand. When I brought up the message screen it displayed the emblem for a video, and I had a sick feeling that I knew what it was. Nonetheless, I made it play.

Storm

And now a mystery too. I know you were setting it up earlier, but it now seems to be much more apparent. Great story telling.

Thanks

GH

storm

how is he going to be able to walk out of the bathroom in those pants she made him wear.....excellent set-up and story


sallyann

Stormy:

What a fun story to read! This should be an interesting reception that could turn very hot-n-nasty for our new hotwife.
Cuck who loves a creampie.

the best story i've ever read!!!!!!!!!!!!
everything in life is free

My compliments to you as well, stormy. What a great read! Thank you, priss

Everytime I log-on, I come straight here!

This just keeps getting better & better, love you you set things up, slowly, just like they happen in real life, got a feeling things are going to get nasty

Cuckslut, sallyann, C-4-1, mace43, and priss, thanks to all of you for the comments. The writing is much more rewarding when you know it's being enjoyed!

GH, thanks. You know how much I value your opinion - and also, thanks one more time for Courtesan. Just wow! You know by now that when you render me speechless you must be doing something amazing!
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This video had not come direct to my phone, from another phone, but rather through my email account. Accordingly, when I started it up I had to use a slightly different procedure (and I'm a Luddite when it comes to electronic technology), so when the audio track came blaring out of my phone at top volume I almost dropped it in the toilet - and I did pee on the floor for a moment! The blaring sound of voices, background music and other, unintelligible sounds were overlaid by several female voices chanting 'fuck that cock, fuck that cock', and laughter. And by Steffany's voice repeating 'oh god, oh god, oh,oh,ohhh!', and the combined racket filled the small bathroom stall.

I fumred with the damn phone, trying to clench up and stop pissing before I filled one of my shoes, and finally got the volume muted. It had probably only played for a few seconds, but it had seemed like an eternity, and now the sudden silence - other than water running in one of the sinks - was deafening. On-screen, perfectly framed in the tiny image, was my wife, bent over the bathroom sink, with a tall, muscular, and stark naked black guy pumping his big cock into her from behind. Their left sides were toward the camera, and his left hand was wrapped under her side, crushing her breast where he had freed it from her blouse and bra. His right hand was on her shoulder, pulling her back against his thrusts, and her left hand was behind her, reaching back and scrabbling desperately at his hip, seeking to pull him forward and into her.

I stared at the scene, my heart pounding, adrenaline from the sudden noise and the strangeness of the situation coursing through my body. As the camera zoomed in the first thing I noticed was her ring, her wedding ring, glittering on her finger as her hand clutched at his hip, and his thigh, pulling them together. My stomach clenched in a wave of nausea as it hit home that this was not just some random slut on a porn video; this was my wife! It didn't seem real, but I knew it was.

The other thing that struck me at that moment was how far he withdrew his cock between thrusts, exposing six or seven inches of thick, wet, black cock between his body and hers before again plunging it in balls-deep! It didn't seem right that he could have more inches of cock outside of her body than I had total, and yet he still had part of it inside of her! I won't even go into how much thicker he looked than me, or how astounded I was that Steffany seemed to take his large organ into her not just with ease, but with very obvious pleasure.

I stopped it after probably fifteen or twenty seconds, and broke the connection. I'd seen enough. I stood there just holding my phone, staring at the blank screen, trying to find some way to cope with what I had just seen. I mean, I had pretty much known what had happened, and that there was a video of it out there, but seeing it was just so much more...more real, I guess, somehow even more real than tasting his cum on her had been. In the video I could see - and hear - how much she'd enjoyed it. I had never fully considered that aspect.

I took a slow, deep breath, the tension in my chest making it difficult to do so, and looked down to see my small, slender cock sticking straight out, rigid and tingling, doing its pitiful best to imitate the one that had brought my wife such pleasure. I leaned against the side of the stall, bending to lean my head against the cool, dark wood, and closed my eyes. Gradually I managed to get my breathing regulated, slow and steady, and the pounding in my chest let up a little. I straightened up and opened my eyes, twisting my neck to ease the tense muscles there.

As that became easier, I dropped my phone into my pocket, flushed the toilet, and pushed my ridiculously hard little cock back into my pants and boxers, presssing it up against my lower belly as I carefully zipped up. I checked for trouser tracks, expecting to find the worst after the clumsy bobble with the phone, and was relieved to find myslf dry and presentable - if a bit tented-out in the front. I buttoned the lower button of my blazer in an attempt to hide my mini-bump, and exited the stall.

I was extremely pleased to find the bathroom empty, and crossed quickly to the sink to wash my hands. As I turned on the water I heard another flush, and the door of a stall two down from mine opened, the occupant, a small, slender guy with thin brown hair surrounding a central bald spot, stopping at the sink next to mine. He pushed his glasses up on his nose and looked at me as he reached for the faucet. "Was that the video of that hot little dark-haired bimbo getting laid?"

"Uh, what?" I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, noting his cheap suit and crooked tie, and the fact that his white shirt looked wrinkled and un-ironed

"The noise, man, were you looking at the video of that little babe getting drilled by that big black dude?"

"Um, yeah, I guess. I didn't know what it was, I started it by accident."

He laughed. "Yeah, me too! All twelve times! Fuck, is that hot or what?! My wife got that in her email this morning and showed it to me, I fucking had to jerk off three times before we could come to this damn wedding!"

"Uh, yeah, thanks for sharing. A lot of people don't even bother to tell me that kind of stuff before I know their name."

He laughed again. "Sorry. It's Rodney - and you are?"

"Kevin, I'm Kevin. Good to meet you Rodney." Fortunately we both had soapy hands at that moment, so we didn't try to shake. I know, soap and hot water and all, but it still would have seemed weird to shake hands with a guy that had just finished telling me had spent the morning spanking the monkey.

He shook his head and ramred on. "I heard that that video was from the bachelorette party these gals had last night. Can you believe that? Fuck, I'm sure glad my wife wasn't invited to that!"

"Yeah. Yeah, I know what you mean." I wished he'd just get done and go away. I wanted another minute to myself before I had to rejoin Stef. No such luck.

"Someone told me that she's here, at the reception - can you believe that?" That seemed to be a favored expression of his. When I didn't respond to the rhetorical, he went on. "I gotta meet her if she's really here! Fuck, do you think she'd give me her autograph? Or even better, a blowjob?"

"Doubtful, I'd guess."

He laughed yet again. I usually enjoy the sound of people having fun, but his laugh was starting to grate on me. "She is one fucking hot little fuck, that's for sure. She was loving that, those big ol' titties bouncing, her moaning and swearing and screaming for more...lovin' that big black snake. Hey, did you see the end?"

I shook my head. "No, not yet."

"Oooh, cuckolds brownie, he comes in her and then slides that big black cock out, and cum drips out of her onto the floor - makes me squirt every time! I get hard just thinking about it!"

I looked at him, pretty much hating his guts and wishing I could rationalize breaking his nose, but he had no way of knowing that he was talking about my wife. "Thanks Rodney, you just gave away the ending. Completely ruins it for me."

He laughed again, and I clenched my fists at the sound. "Sorry! It's all good though."

"All? How long is it?" I hadn't considered that Stef might star in a feature length film.

He frowned. "I don't know. Maybe twenty five or thirty minutes all told. The part with her in it though, the good part, that's maybe only seven or eight minutes. Maybe a little more - I wasn't watching the clock, you know what I mean?" He finished drying his hands and shot the paper towel at the basket, missing badly. He didn't attempt to pick it up.

Spunk all over the floor, and off to bed wearing a grin; thanks!

Brilliant instalment Stormy. I love the combination of arousal and angst.

Great segment, Fantastic so far

Whoa, several updates the last couple days. Going great, but surely nothing could happen at the reception. I mean, really, not at the reception.

Still, I better check back later and make sure.

Wow, getting hotter stormydog.

OH MY!!

Wonder how these two are going to deal with all the attention??


Thanks for posting....... I'm looking forward to reading the next segment.
Cuck who loves a creampie.

I missed a week worth of stories while traveling and checked for your updates as soon as i fired up the computer. I should have waited until I had some alone time to read all this- damn!! Awesome stuff Stormy- Thanks!!

Thanks randy, but much like Rodney in the story, you might have shared too much information

Baron, Nifty, Cuckslut, C-4-1, and lkit, thanks for the comments, glad you are still enjoying it. I never know if I put in too much detail or not - don't want to bore you!
Sillyoldman, no, I'm sure nothing could ever happen at a wedding reception, that would be crazy. But you'd better check back just to be sure! thanks for commenting.
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He glanced at me as I finished washing my hands. "Be sure you watch the rest of that video, you'll see what I mean about how hot that little bitch is. I'll be jerking to her for weeks! Man, if my wife loved to fuck like that I'd never let her out of the house! Well, later Kevin - enjoy the reception, and watch out for that little sex toy, just in case she really is here."

"Um, yeah, sure. Thanks. See you later." He left as I stood there, hands dripping, wondering what I was thanking him for. I sighed and shook my head, then bent over the sink to splash a little cold water in my face, as though it might wake me up from a bad dream. It didn't. I dried my hands and face, then bent over and used my paper towels to pick up his, depositing the bundle in the trash. I remembered that I had pissed a bit on the floor while fumbling my cell phone, and so pulled several additional towels, walking back to the stall and cleaning up after myself. I picked them up carefully, by one corner, threw them away, and walked out to find my wife.

I didn't have to look very far. She was waiting for me outside the men's room, in the hall, talking to none other than my new friend Rodney, whom I recognized by his short stature, cheap suit, and the gleaming bald spot on the back of his head. Knowing how embarrassing this would be for all involved, I hung back, hoping he would move along. Unfortunately, my plan was foiled when Steffany, looking over his shoulder, spotted me standing there. "Kevin, there you are! What took you so long? Come on, they're setting up a receiving line, we have to go make nice with everyone."

As she spoke, Rodney turned around to look at me. I could see the realization of what he had done - and said - slowly dawning on him, and his face colored a deep shade of red. Completely flustered, he stammered "You...you...this is your wife?" He looked at Stef "...and you..you're his husband?"

She laughed. "Not exactly, although you're close. Kevin, have you met Rodney?"

"Mmm-hmm, we met."

He looked horrified. "I...I'm so sorry man, I had no idea!"

I shrugged, trying to feign a casual nonchalance that I did not feel. "How could you? So did you get that autograph you wanted - or that other thing - what was it again?"

His face went from bright red to quite pale, very quickly. "Um, no, just kidding - you know how it is. Hey, listen it was nice meeting you - both of you - but I have to go, my wife is waiting for me." He beat a hasty retreat as Stef loooked at me, clearly puzzled.

"What was that all about?" She pulled at my arm, guiding me toward where the wedding party and families had formed a traditional receiving line.

I glanced at her, seeing her puzzled look. "Oh, nothing. You just met the president of your fan club."

"What? And anyhow, I thought you were the president of my fan club."

"Oh. That's true, I am - so you just met the treasurer. What did he say to you."

She frowned. "Not much, just that he was hoping he'd meet me, and how glad he was...it was really kind of weird. Do we know him?"

I shook my head. "No, but he knows you. He loved your video."

She stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes widening. "Oh my god! So it is out there, for sure?"

I nodded. "Oh yes. For sure."

"Oh Kevin - let's just go home!"

I looked at her. "And do what Stef, board up all the doors and windows and never come out again? We have to face up to it, like we talked about. We might as well start right now."

And so we did, clinging to each other as we went through the receiving line, pretending we did not see the stares or hear the whispers that followed us. It was humiliating, knowing that everyone knew what a horny little slut my wife had been, and that many had seen and heard her obvious enjoyment and pleasure as she was thoroughly fucked by the big, black, well-equipped stripper. But it was also strangely exciting! I was shocked as I found myself enjoying the stares, enjoying that everyone knew my wife had eagerly cuckolded me, and yet here I was, holding her arm and smiling. It was very exciting, and I suddenly realized that I was profoundly erect, my small penis tingling and hard!

When we reached Dave and Katie he exchanged a quick hug and kiss with Stef, and then she moved on to hug her friend as Dave and I shook hands and I congratulated him. He thanked me, then looked me in the eye. "You OK?"

"Fine, thanks. We're fine."

He smiled. "Good, I'm so glad! Hey, let's be sure we all get together, after we get back from our honeymoon. Maybe we can watch some home movies or something." He had a twinkle in his eye, and I was not quite sure what he meant as I moved on to Katie, my mind puzzled by his cryptic comment.

I stashed it away for later, and smiled at Katie. "Wow Katherine, you look stunningly beautiful, just amazing - and congratulations, I hope you two will be very happy together forever."

She seemed to realize that I had called a truce - at least a momentary one - in the constant teasing and ribbing that she and I usually engaged in, and she gave me a brilliant smile. "You called me Katherine! And thank you Kevin - if he's even half the man that my best friend Steffany got, I'm sure we'll be very happy."

It was far and away the nicest (and most grown-up) exchange that Katie and I had ever had, and I leaned in to kiss her. As I did, she turned so that her lips were pressed to my ear, and whispered "Fortunately he's about twice the man in this department", and grabbed my crotch, her move masked from the sight of others by my body and her gown! I stifled a surprised yelp as she squeezed my balls, knowing she had also gotten a good feel of my stiff cock, and backed away. I heard Dave chuckle, as if he knew exactly what she'd done - and, knowing Katie, he probably did! She was laughing as we moved on, he was grinning - as was my wife - and I was blushing.

We found a spot at one of the tables in the large banquet hall, and sat through a number of champagne toasts and speeches, and then the staff of the country club served a surprisingly good dinner, a choice of Cornish game hens or Chateaubriand. Stef had the Cornish hen, while I had the beef, and we shared bits and pieces so that we could each enjoy both. I stuck with my red wine, a Zinfandel from Sonoma, while Stef enjoyed a tasty Chardonnay from a small winery we'd once visited near Santa Rosa. She'd been very pleased to find it on the club's extensive wine list.

Throughout the meal people kept interrupting the bride and groom, tapping on glasses in order to make them stop eating and kiss each other. They didn't seem to mind. The other thing people kept doing was looking at Stef, the nudges and craning of necks about as subtle as a hurricane. Again, it was exciting, and I wondered how many of the gawking men were as erect as I was - and, for that matter, how many of the women were wet and aroused, wishing they had a well-endowed black stud of their own! But that was probably just me - I'm sure women don't think that way.

As the meal wound down and the plates and debris were cleared by the quietly efficient staff, and the bride and groom cut their cake and watched it served, the open bar and the dance floor quickly became the two most popular points of focus in the room. Dave and Katie went through the traditional ceremonial first dance, then shared dances with various family members before the dance floor really began to fill up.

I hadn't thought this far ahead - and if I had I probably still would not have anticipated what happened next - but soon Steffany became very much in demand as a dance partner! She got an endless string of requests, and rarely made it all the way back to our table before being sidetracked by yet another eager male. Even when I did get up to dance with her someone soon asked to cut in, this time a tall, broad-shouldered blond guy probably five years younger than us. He pulled her close, and whispered something in her ear.

As I walked away, somewhat disconsolate and upset, heading for my seat, KatienotKathy grabbed me. "C'mon Kev, you owe me a dance!" She tugged me out onto the floor.

As she pressed her long, lean body against me, I noticed that, in her short heels, she was my height or slightly taller. I also noticed that she felt good, firm and lithe, and she smelled wonderful. My reverie was interrupted as she spoke into my ear. "My god, you're still hard! Are you always hard?"

I was embarrassed that she could so easily feel my little poker pecking her. Or vice-versa. I groaned. "Seems like it."

She giggled. "That's a very admirable quality in a man - shame it's so little!"

"Hey, not everyone has screwed the entire NBA - it's big enough for most women!" We were very much back into our teasing and taunting mode, which was good. It was where we were both most comfortable with each other.

She sniffed. "Not sure where you got that little tidbit of information, but you know how some women say size doesn't matter?" I nodded, knowing what was coming next. Sure enough; "Kevin, old buddy, they lied."

"I know Katie - and it holds true for boobs too." She laughed. Although much smaller busted than Stef, she had a nice figure and was very comfortable with her looks, but it was our familiar routine.

She became suddenly serious. "Kevin, about Stef...you're not mad at her, are you?"

I shrugged, and she felt it against her. "I don't know Katherine. I'm not mad, I'm just...I don't know, confused, I guess."

"Have you seen the video?"

"Mmm, just a few seconds. You?"

"Oh yes! Watch it all Kevin. Watch how much she enjoyed it, and ask yourself if you can deny her that. She's been totally faithful to you up 'til now, but I don't know how she did it. Steffany and me...we're just not one-man women Kev, never have been, never will be."

I looked at her, astounded! "But Dave...you just married Dave!"

She smiled, then kissed my cheek. "That's because I love Dave, just like Steffany loves you, Kevin. But Dave knows. He knows about me, and he's OK with it - but then he likes to play a little too, so we're perfect for each other. You don't do that, do you?"

I shook my head miserably. "No. Not...well, you know. Stef has always been more than enough woman for me."

"That's for sure!" She giggled. "Sorry, I couldn't resist. But Kevin, she'll do whatever you ask her to. If you say quit, she will, because she loves you so much. But think about what you'd be asking of her Kevin, that's all I ask. Think about what you'd be asking her to give up, OK?"

I nodded. "I'll think about it - and thanks Katherine - I think."

She kissed me again. "Good for you Kev, that's all I ask. But you know what? I think you'll find out you like it too, being her horny little cuckold hubby. I know you Kevin, and that's what I always saw you as. You're perfect for her, just perfect - now that you know what you are. You'll see."

We parted ways then, her off to dance with another friend, me to the bar, and then back to my table. As I left the dance floor I looked around for Stef, finally seeing her dancing with a guy that looked vaguely familiar to me, though his back was toward me. As they spun, holding each other tightly, I got a look at his face and realized it was Paul - Pickled Paul, Big Prick Paul, whatever - it was the guy that had so eagerly told me of my wife's sexual appetites and proclivities just last night at the bachelor party!

Now he was dancing with her, their bodies pressed closely together, and his hand - his right one, if it matters - was cupping her buttock, squeezing and fondling, his fingers straying dangerously close to the gap between her legs, the narrow space where I knew she'd be very warm, and very wet - a by-product of all the cocks that had pressed against her this evening, including his - and a spot which I remembered was unencumbered by any underwear of any kind. It was just his hand, that thin dress, and her pussy. Her wet, horny pussy.

Stormy, never to much detail. I hope this store goes on for ever. You are the master when it comes to keeping the readers on the edge of their seat. The first thing I do each night is check to see what you have written today. While I worry about what is happening on the boat this story has developed and peaks my interest. Once again thank you for writing!
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I'm not bored

Now that is an absolutely classic cuckold scene. Nice work Storm. I am always in awe of your s******* and creativity.

GH

P.S. It really is pleasant to just be a reader.

There have been alot of great stories on CP over the years that I have really enjoyed but I think this really is my favorite. You have mad s*******s Stormy. Thank you so much for this epic erotic tale. Fucking awesome!!