Cuckolded by an Old Friend

“This may or may not surprise you, but your husband wasn’t exactly smooth with the ladies in college,” Tate said. “I remember many tales of woe. If memory serves, I witnessed quite a few spectacular flameouts, too.” He looked across the table at Russell and asked, “Do you remember that time at the sorority mixer?”

“I certainly do,” Russell said. “That was not my finest moment.”

“I don’t mean this in a bad way, but I’m not surprised that my husband wasn’t smooth in college. He wasn’t particularly smooth when I met him, either. If I remember I didn’t agree to go out with you until the third time you’d asked. Didn’t you end spitting on me by accident the first time?” Margot said.

“Jeez, yes, I remember that. I’d spent weeks working up the courage to talk to you. I’d come up with this little speech and I was so nervous that I forgot just about all of it by the time I got to your cubicle. I started stammering, got flustered, and tried to spit out every word in the span of just a few seconds. Unfortunately, all I did was spit. It landed right on your blouse, if I remember. It was a black blouse, too, so it couldn’t have been more obvious,” Russell explained.

Tate laughed from across the table as he smiled. “Wow, so history repeats itself, I guess.”

“It does?” Margot asked with a smile on her face.

“She doesn’t know the sorority mixer story?” Tate said.

“She does not,” Russell informed his friend.

Tate sipped his beer, swallowed, and flashed the charming smile that had made him so lucky with the ladies in college. “So, we’re at this mixer. They had a keg and Russell and I both had frothy red cups full of beer. We’re talking to these two cute girls and it’s actually going pretty well. Then Russell takes a drink, but ends up sucking a bunch of the foam into his mouth and right into his throat. He immediately coughs it up and all over the two girls we’re talking to. I mean, he covered them in it. They both screamed and stormed off, ending any chance we might have had with them.”

Russell turned to see his wife giggling uncontrollably.

“I have to ask,” Tate said. “How do you go from rejecting a guy for spitting on you to falling in love, getting married, and being together for more than a decade?”

“I found his nervousness cute,” Margot said. “Not cute enough to say yes after he spit on me, but cute enough to listen when he came back again. I also thought it was, in a weird way, courageous of him to try again. I like that quality in a man. He got back up after getting slapped down and he went right back at it. Honestly, that’s the quality I wanted in a husband.”

“A toast to your marriage, then,” Tate said as he raised his glass. They all drank to that and Tate slid out of the booth and said, “I gotta hit the head. I’ll be right back.”

“I’m glad you said yes eventually,” Russell said.

Margot smiled and leaned in to kiss him. “Me too. It was the best decision of my life, without question.”

Her lips remained close to his, so Russell leaned in for another kiss. He turned towards her and his fingers found their way to her thigh as their kiss deepened. Margot always got extra flirty when she drank and he was more than happy to take advantage of his wife’s natural lust.

“Whoa, should I leave you two alone?” Tate said as he returned from the bathroom.

They stopped kissing and Russell smiled sheepishly. “Sorry about that.”

“No, don’t be. Are you kidding me? Your wife is hot, you’re in a bar, you’re feeling good, of course you want to kiss her,” Tate said.

“I’m hot, huh?” Margot said.

Tate sipped his beer and smiled. “You are unquestionably hot, Margot. Russell definitely married up.”

Russell worried that Margot might find Tate’s forward nature offensive. She seemed quite pleased by his compliment, though, at least based on the borderline giddy look on her face.

“Excuse me,” a waitress said as she arrived at the table with a drink in her hand. “This is from the young lady at the bar.” She set the drink down and gestured towards a cute young blonde wearing a skirt and a tank top. She waved at Tate and he lifted the drink as a way of saying thanks.

“Go for it,” Russell said. “Don’t let us stop you.”

“No, no,” Tate said. “I’m not in town for long. I want to hang out with you guys.” He turned to the waitress and said, “Can you express my thanks and tell her that if I weren’t with my friends I would be happy to hang out with her?” He pulled a $20 from his wallet, handed it to the waitress, and said, “And get her a drink if she wants one.”

“How often does that sort of thing happen to you?” Margot asked.

Tate smiled.

“C’mon, you can answer. You are, if you don’t mind me saying, also hot. So, how often do you get propositioned like that?” she asked.

Tate seemed genuinely shy as he looked down at the drink the waitress had dropped off and said, “It happens from time to time. I think I give something off, like I’m the kind of guy that can provide the kind of night a girl like that is looking for, you know?”

“Are you that guy?” Margot asked.

“He is,” Russell answered. “Or at least he was. I’m not as keyed into his sex life as I was when we were roommates. In college, though, the girls always seemed to leave happy.”

“Okay, well, that’s enough embarrassing your friend,” Margot said. “I want to hear more embarrassing stuff that Russell did while he was in college.”

Tate looked up from his beer and smiled. “That, I can do.”

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Russell spit the toothpaste in the sink, rinsed his brush, and wiped his mouth clean before stepping out of the bathroom. Margot was in the bed, but she’d changed into a beautiful, semi-sheer bodysuit. The light pink color made it seem particularly delicate and the tight fit ensured that her breasts looked exceptionally perky.

“Wow,” was all he managed to say as Margot crawled to the edge of the bed and sat up on her knees.

“Come here,” she said.

Russell crossed the room as his wife smiled. She reached out and grabbed his shirt before swiftly pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. They kissed as Russell’s hands moved down her back and grabbed her ass.

“What’s got you all hot and bothered?” he asked.

“Take a guess,” Margot said as she fell back into the bed.

Russell crawled towards her and she spread her legs. He took his place between them and kissed her neck. “Are you thinking about him?”

“I am,” Margot said. She reached down and pushed her fingers under the waistband of his boxer shorts. She grabbed his cock and stroked him as they kissed.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Russell said.

“I’m thinking about how hot it would be to have him inside me,” Margot said. “I’m thinking of how good it would feel to sit on his cock and ride him until I had a screaming orgasm.”

Russell moaned. “Tell me you want to fuck him. Tell me.”

“I want to fuck Tate,” Margot said. She pulled the bottom of the bodysuit aside and rubbed the head of Russell’s cock over her slippery pussy lips. “I want to fuck your college roommate. I want to spend the night fucking him.”

Russell stopped kissing her and sat back.

“What’s wrong?” Margot asked. “Did I say something?”

“No, no,” he said. “You should do it.”

She looked confused. “Do what?”

“Fuck him. You should fuck Tate. Go downstairs and fuck him,” Russell said.

“Russell, are you crazy?” she asked. “Those aren’t the rules. I only fuck other people on vacation and I never fuck friends. Anything else is too risky. You know that. You know that we fantasize about me fucking people outside the rules but I don’t actually do it.”

“I know, but this is different,” Russell said. “Tate’s going home in a few days. He lives across the country. He’s not going to out us to friends or coworkers or anything. It’s not going to ruin a friendship because we really just text. We see each other once every few years.”

Margot seemed unconvinced, so Russell leaned down and kissed her neck. He reached between her legs and ran his fingers over her pussy lips. “You’re soaked,” he said. “I know you want it. I know you want to fuck him. I know you want to feel Tate’s big cock inside you.”

“Is he big?” Margot asked.

Russell smiled. He had her. “He is. I saw it a few times in college. He’s very big. Like I said, he never failed to make his partners happy.”

Margot moaned as Russell continued to work her pussy. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. He smiled. She was thinking about it. She was dreaming of Tate’s cock inside her.

“Is he better than you?” she asked.

“Much better,” Russell said. “He’s bigger than me and better than me. He’ll make you cum harder than I possibly could. He’ll fuck you like you love to be fucked. He’ll fuck you like you haven’t been fucked since our last vacation six months ago. He’ll give you what you need, Margot. He’ll give you what you crave. He’ll fuck you like you deserve and he’ll leave you satisfied. Trust me.”

Margot opened her eyes. “Are you sure?” she asked. “Are you absolutely certain you want me to do this?”

“Yes,” Russell said. “He’s still watching TV. Go down there. Seduce him. Take what you need. Tell him I’m okay with it. Tell him I let you play with whoever you want.”

“We don’t have any condoms,” Margot said.

“Tell him to pull out, or tell him to cum inside you. You’re on the pill and he was always a safe guy. I’m sure he gets tested,” Russell said.

“So if I go down there, fuck your friend, and let him cum inside me you’re not going to be mad?” Margot asked.

“You know I won’t be. You know it’s going to turn me on. You know I’m going to be all over you when you come back.”

Margot smiled and kissed him. Her tongue was active and he played with her pussy in an attempt to build just a little more desire in case she was still on the fence.

“Okay, I’m going,” she said.

Russell watched her get out of bed and walk towards the door. She looked absolutely perfect in her lingerie. He couldn’t imagine Tate turning her down.

“Should I leave the door open?” Margot asked.

Russell nodded. She smiled and walked out.

“Whoa, Margot, what are you doing?” Tate said not long after.

Russell smiled. This was a rare occasion where he was thankful for the poor design of their house that allowed noise from the living room to drift to the bedroom with ease. It wasn’t as if Tate was just outside the door, but with the bedroom door open he could clearly hear what was being said in the living room.

“Russell and I…we play,” Margot said. “Usually we play when we’re out of town and we don’t ever play with friends, but tonight I have special permission to play with you.”

“Margot…I don’t…I don’t know about this,” Tate said.

“Sure you do,” she replied. “I can see it in your eyes. You want me, just like I want you. You want my body. You could have fucked that girl at the bar. She would have taken you back to her place. She probably would have fucked you in the bar’s bathroom if you wanted. You didn’t, though. I saw the way you were looking at me. You want me, Tate, and now you get to have me.”

The couch tended to squeak a little when someone sat on it and Russell smiled as he heard that familiar sound. Margot must have gotten on the couch. He imagined her straddling Tate.

“Go ahead,” she said. “Touch me. Touch the body you crave. Touch your friend’s wife.”

Russell pulled his underwear off and stroked his cock. He didn’t hear anything and he imagined Tate was doing as Margot desired.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” she asked. “I can tell that you like it. I can feel it, Tate. I can feel your desire for me. Touch my pussy. Feel my desire for you.”

Margot moaned and Russell closed his eyes and imagined his friend fingering his wife.

“Can you feel that? Can you feel hot wet I am? That’s for you, Tate. That’s not for Russell. That’s for you. That’s for the man I want tonight. That’s for the man I want to fuck tonight. That’s you.”

A muffled moan made its way to the bedroom. They were kissing. Tate had given in. Margot was in his lap and his hands were all over her as they kissed. At least in Russell’s mind they were.

“Take your pants off,” Margot said. “I want to suck your cock.”

Russell had to stifle a groan. His wife’s passion for new men never ceased to arouse him.

Tate’s unfettered moans hit Russell’s ears. “Fuck, Margot, that feels so good.” He was getting a blowjob. Margot was on her knees between his legs. She was sucking his cock. Russell stroked himself a little faster. He imagined his wife’s head bobbing up and down in Tate’s lap. The vision stoked the flames of his desire.

“You have a gorgeous cock,” Margot said. “I love sucking a gorgeous cock.”

A new round of Tate’s moans reached Russell’s ears. It was Margot’s words that thrilled him the most, though. He loved hearing her admiration for another man’s cock. It triggered the part of him that couldn’t help but get turned on at the idea of his wife being with someone better.

“Do you want me, Tate?” Margot asked. “Do you want to fuck me? Do you want to fuck your friend’s wife?”

“Yes,” Tate said. Even from upstairs Russell could hear the desperation in his friend’s voice.

“Take me,” Margot said. “I’m yours. Take me however you want me.”

Russell heard movement on the couch. They were getting into position. He wasn’t sure which one, though. Then the sounds of sex started. Margot moaned. Tate moaned. The couch squeaked a little. The sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the house. Russell guessed they were having missionary sex. He pictured Margot on her back with her legs spread. He saw her body in the beautiful lingerie. He pictured Tate on top of her with his big cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

“Harder,” Margot said. “Fuck me harder. Fuck…Tate…fuck me!”

Russell closed his eyes and gathered the precum leaking from the tip of his cock. He stroked slowly and groaned at how good it felt. His whole body was alive with pleasure. Knowing that his friend was fucking his wife made it hotter than fucking a stranger on vacation. Much hotter.

“Tate…I’m cumming…I’m cumming!” Margot screamed. The sounds of her orgasm filled the house as Russell slowed his strokes. He didn’t want to cum too quickly.

“Fuck, that was incredible,” Margot said.

Then there was silence. Russell imagined his wife and his friend kissing on the couch. He imagined Tate’s cock still inside her.

“Let me ride you,” she said. “Let me make you cum. Let me milk you with my tight pussy.”

There were sounds of movement as they changed positions. Tate’s moans followed. Margot was riding him. Russell had witnessed such pleasures before. He’d seen the way Margot worked a cock when she was on top and determined to make the man inside her cum.

“Does that feel good?” she asked.

“It feels incredible,” Tate answered.

“Yeah, you like my married pussy?” Margot asked.

“I fucking love it,” Tate said. He was lost in his pleasure. Russell loved it when Margot’s partners were that way. He loved that she was able to drive a man to the edge of desire and push him right over to a place that bordered on desperation for his orgasm.

“You like fucking your friend’s wife?” Margot asked. “You like fucking Russell’s wife?”

“Yes,” Tate said.

“I want you to cum inside me,” Margot said. “I want you to cum in your friend’s wife. I want you to fill my pussy.”

Tate groaned and the sounds of sex reached Russell’s ears. She was riding him harder and faster. She was working him for his load and she was probably rocketing towards a second orgasm.

“You fuck me better than he does,” Margot said. “Your cock feels so much better inside me than he does. Give me your fucking load. Cum in your friend’s wife!”

Russell lost it. He released his cock but it didn’t matter. He was too far gone. He came all over his stomach as he listened to his wife tell his friend that she preferred his cock. He came as he thought of Tate exploding in Margot’s pussy. Cum spilled onto his stomach, chest, and a little got on his arms.

Tate’s loud moans filled the house. “That’s it,” Margot said. “Cum inside me. Give me your load. Cum in my tight pussy. Fill me.”

Margot climaxed a second time as Russell rode out his orgasm. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply as pleasure bounced from head to toe. Part of him wished he could have held out until Margot returned to him, but it was all too arousing.

“That was incredible,” Margot said. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you,” Tate said. “And, you were being honest, about Russell, I mean?”

“He was listening,” she said. “And I guarantee he was enjoying himself. And now I’m going to go upstairs and make sure he had a great orgasm, so you have nothing to worry about.”

Russell looked down at his chest and wondered if Margot would be disappointed that she didn’t get to make him cum. She always seemed to take such pleasure in it.

She walked into the bedroom not long after. She surveyed his chest and stomach and frowned, though it seemed more playful than genuinely disappointed.

“I guess you had a good time,” she said.

“I did. Sorry,” Russell replied.

Margot walked to the edge of the bed and ran her fingers through one of the thick streaks of cum. She took the finger in her mouth and sucked it clean before smiling. “Was it a good orgasm?”

“It was great,” he said.

“Since you already came, would you mind terribly if I went back downstairs to have a little more fun with Tate? Like you said, he’s not going to be here long and now that I’ve fucked him it sees like I might as well take advantage,” Margot asked.

“Have all the fun you want,” Russell said.

Margot leaned down and kissed him. “I think I’ll spend the night with him, if that’s okay.”

“Of course,” Russell said. He was suddenly thankful that Tate was leaving in a few days. That meant he’d get his wife back quickly. “Have fun.”

“I will,” Margot said as she turned and headed for the door. “Would you like me to leave the door open?”

“Yes, please,” Russell said. He wasn’t feeling particularly horny, but he knew his desire would return before long and he’d want to take advantage.

Margot blew him a kiss and said, “Sleep well.”

Russell laughed. He knew he wouldn’t be getting much sleep, but he was just fine with that.