June 19, 2021
My wife has toyed with the idea of cuckolding me for some time, which I wrote about for this blog nine months ago, when my wife texted me “would you be my cuckold?” and quickly followed up with a second question “both men and women?” I responded “yes”, without a clear understanding of what that single-syllable word meant in the context of her questions. The pandemic generally muted the conversation, except for some flirtatious texts between my wife and her future lesbian lover, but vaccination has recently created opportunities. With the exception of a few close relatives, no one had been inside of our house since the pandemic began. When my wife told me, she was planning to have her sexting partner over for a visit, it seemed like a natural progression toward reopening our home to guests.
She told me her girlfriend would have to leave 5:30 and she asked me to come home to prepare a snack for the two of them at 4:30. It is not unusual for my wife to ask me to cook for her and her girlfriends. In fact, it is generally expected, so I thought nothing more of the request until the day of the get-together. At 1:23 she texted “Don’t forget your cage.” She told me she was talking with one of her other girlfriends, the only other person who knows my wife keeps me caged, and they agreed that I had been uncaged for too long, about a month of freedom to recover from an injury. The mercy-release had been a welcome respite following six months of captivity. At 1:51 I texted her “Do You want the food ready at 4:30 or do You want me to arrive at 4:30?” She made it clear she wanted me to arrive at 4:30. I did not realize at the time that her girlfriend was already there. At 3:58 I texted “Anything besides the food.” She replied “Still 4:30, right?” I did not know at that moment they were sitting on the couch touching each other. At 4:15 she texted “We might be making out.” As I began to load the car with the food I had prepared. I arrived at the house at 4:25 and sat in the car for five minutes, because my wife had been clear I was not to arrive early.
As I unlocked the door precisely at 4:30, I heard laughter from the bedroom. The rooms were dark and I was blinded by the bright sunlight, but I could make out the outlines of my wife and her lover laying prone on the bed. I diverted my eyes and walked directly to the kitchen to begin preparing the meal. As I began unloading the groceries, my wife entered the kitchen wearing only thigh-high yoga pants. She smiled broadly as she asked, “Is it alright?” I could not even manage to spit out the inadequate single-syllable word, and instead simply nodded my head “yes.” He lover entered the kitchen at that moment wearing only a pair of panties and asked the same question with the same broad smile, one that would be asked a dozen times during the next hour, and always with the same non-verbal response from me. The two of them returned to the bedroom and I sat the table.
About 4:45 I went to the bedroom to tell them the meal was ready. I stood in the doorway and before I could force myself to become unmuted, my wife looked up from kissing her now-naked lover to ask me the oft-repeated question, to which I replied silently. As she rubbed her lover’s clit, she asked me a new question “Do you want to watch?” and I returned a silent response. In that moment, my wife became a cuckoldress and her girlfriend became her lesbian lover. I stood silently as they kissed one another on the lips and breasts, until I had a sense of embarrassment, like I was intruding. I began to leave the room and my wife asked me “Are you leaving?”, but I left silently. I returned a few minutes later to see my wife being straddled by her lover while they rubbed their genitals together. My wife looked at me and stated, “You like to watch.” There was a hint of a question in her statement, and I could tell she was fishing for affirmation, but I did not yet understand my role, only it was clear to me that role was not one of voyeur. Her lover looked and me and smiled as my wife started sucking the nipples of her lover’s dangling breasts, but her glance at me did not leave me with the impression she was playing the role of an exhibitionist. As her lover rolled over to her side, my wife asked her if she needed to get ready to leave. Her lover asked me what time it was, and I spoke my first words, 5:00, to which she responded, “there is time.” That seemed to be a signal, and my wife asked her if she wanted her to use a toy. Her lover laid on her back and presented herself and my wife reached for her favorite vibrator, a toy I has seen her use hundreds of times on herself and a few times on me. I stepped around to the side of the bed, and I stood over my wife’s lover as she was penetrated. Her lover’s orgasm punctuated the transition from “making out” to full-on sex.
It was the first time I had witnessed two women having sex and the first time I had watched one of my lovers have sex with someone else. As they began to dress, my wife looked at me and said “We might want to do this again.” And I heard her lover whisper “Yes, we have unfinished business.”, which I interpreted as a reference to the fact my wife did not have an orgasm. Later, my wife would ask me if I was sexually aroused while watching. I was not. I was flaccid. Later that evening, my wife explained she did not “fully participate” because of her heavy period. Soon after that my wife insisted that I go down on her. Once, more than a year ago, my wife asked if it was okay if she fucked her girlfriend. At that time, I texted “What would my role be?” She thought I was asking her that question, but I was really asking myself. In the past twelve hours I have processed my complex feelings, which I now know can be approximated with a single word, humiliation. Upon reflection, the three of us seemed to organically adopt our natural roles. During sex, my wife was dominant, her lover was submissive, and I was a cuckold. After sex, the personality of my wife’s lover toward me morphed into the domineering woman I know outside the bedroom. At the end of the day, we were two powerful, beautiful women and a cuckold.