Being Cuckolded #57 Preparation is everything.
.I arrived home from work at 5:27pm, a look through today's mail while I put the kettle on for tea. My wife will be home later, she has finished work but is off to get her hair done at the salon. Time to get started....
I go upstairs and begin changing the bedding, clean sheets, fresh smelling with the new fabric softener my wife likes. Once complete I do a quick dust around the bedroom and then check the bathroom, cleaning as required. At the end I place some scented candles around the bathtub and across the tiled counter. Not going to light them yet but the smell still fills the room even unlit.
I vacuum through the house, it doesn't take long and then it's into the kitchen to make dinner. I get a text message from the missus, she is on her way home. I pour out a glass of wine and leave the dinner slowly cooking in the oven, while I go upstairs to run the bath. Sprinkling some glittering crystals into the hot foaming water, I sit on the edge of the bath and proceed to light all of the scented candles.
Going back into the bedroom I open my wife's underwear drawer and pull out a selection from her sexiest lingerie and leave them neatly on the bed. Next I pick a blouse and skirt combination from her wardrobe and leave them hanging on the curtain rail, finally I pick out a set of earrings and a necklace to match.
I can hear my wife's car pulling into the drive, quickly checking the bath and shutting off the taps I run downstairs and grab the glass of wine to meet her at the door. We sit and chat on the sofa for a few minutes while she drinks, discussing her day and mine. I pop into the kitchen to pour her another glass and check on the dinner.
Afterward I go upstairs with my wife and help her undress, a long lazy soak in the bath with another glass of wine. I gently soap and shave her intimately while my wife relaxes, Sneakily playing with her pretending to be checking for stubble... at least until she realizes and slaps me away with a snigger. Afterward helping dry her body with a large soft fluffy towel.
At this point I leave my wife to put on clothes and makeup, finishing off preparations for dinner, setting the table etc. When she is done and comes back downstairs we sit down together in front of the tv for whatever time we have left. Magnus will be here soon, we haven't talked about it, we both know he is coming.
I'm not allowed to kiss my wife now, she has her makeup on and looks just right. Glancing into her glazed sparkling big eyes I wink and sink down from the sofa onto my knees.Gently sliding my hands up her skirt and over her stocking legs, my wife knows the ritual now, her legs parting in welcome. Carefully I kiss and lick my wife, teasing, arousing but never finishing, it's not my place to make my wife cum. I prepare her for the man that will be taking her.
The sound of another car pulling onto the driveway is the indicator that my work is done, time to step aside. I sit away from my wife, I watch as he kisses and touches my wife, I watch as they talk. I'm invisible to him, insignificant, what was mine is now his for the night.
We all eat dinner and after the dishes are piled up in the dishwasher, Magnus and my wife are back sitting on the sofa, I make sure they have drinks as required and then I kiss my wife on the cheek goodnight. Heading upstairs to the spare room, I am not needed anymore, I won't be watching tonight. With the door closed I quietly undress and lay in bed listening to the muffled conversation downstairs, as it goes quiet I know what that means.
After some time passes I hear my wife and Magnus climbing the stairs and walking past my closed door to the marital bed. Now I lay motionless, silent as I try to detect every sound and picture every act. Magnus will take my wife in our bed now, he will take her and satisfy her in ways I never will. She will express her happiness and he will declare his triumph through the walls, the sounds of the bed creaking and the thump of the headboard hitting the wall.
I will listen and I will shrivel in my cage, frustrated, humiliated and believing I am not the man I should be. To a cuckold this is the most glorious humiliation, it's a mental switch that only triggers within a cuckold, the wonderful happiness you can provide your wife, by becoming what you were meant to be.
A lesser male.
I go upstairs and begin changing the bedding, clean sheets, fresh smelling with the new fabric softener my wife likes. Once complete I do a quick dust around the bedroom and then check the bathroom, cleaning as required. At the end I place some scented candles around the bathtub and across the tiled counter. Not going to light them yet but the smell still fills the room even unlit.
I vacuum through the house, it doesn't take long and then it's into the kitchen to make dinner. I get a text message from the missus, she is on her way home. I pour out a glass of wine and leave the dinner slowly cooking in the oven, while I go upstairs to run the bath. Sprinkling some glittering crystals into the hot foaming water, I sit on the edge of the bath and proceed to light all of the scented candles.
Going back into the bedroom I open my wife's underwear drawer and pull out a selection from her sexiest lingerie and leave them neatly on the bed. Next I pick a blouse and skirt combination from her wardrobe and leave them hanging on the curtain rail, finally I pick out a set of earrings and a necklace to match.
I can hear my wife's car pulling into the drive, quickly checking the bath and shutting off the taps I run downstairs and grab the glass of wine to meet her at the door. We sit and chat on the sofa for a few minutes while she drinks, discussing her day and mine. I pop into the kitchen to pour her another glass and check on the dinner.
Afterward I go upstairs with my wife and help her undress, a long lazy soak in the bath with another glass of wine. I gently soap and shave her intimately while my wife relaxes, Sneakily playing with her pretending to be checking for stubble... at least until she realizes and slaps me away with a snigger. Afterward helping dry her body with a large soft fluffy towel.
At this point I leave my wife to put on clothes and makeup, finishing off preparations for dinner, setting the table etc. When she is done and comes back downstairs we sit down together in front of the tv for whatever time we have left. Magnus will be here soon, we haven't talked about it, we both know he is coming.
I'm not allowed to kiss my wife now, she has her makeup on and looks just right. Glancing into her glazed sparkling big eyes I wink and sink down from the sofa onto my knees.Gently sliding my hands up her skirt and over her stocking legs, my wife knows the ritual now, her legs parting in welcome. Carefully I kiss and lick my wife, teasing, arousing but never finishing, it's not my place to make my wife cum. I prepare her for the man that will be taking her.
The sound of another car pulling onto the driveway is the indicator that my work is done, time to step aside. I sit away from my wife, I watch as he kisses and touches my wife, I watch as they talk. I'm invisible to him, insignificant, what was mine is now his for the night.
We all eat dinner and after the dishes are piled up in the dishwasher, Magnus and my wife are back sitting on the sofa, I make sure they have drinks as required and then I kiss my wife on the cheek goodnight. Heading upstairs to the spare room, I am not needed anymore, I won't be watching tonight. With the door closed I quietly undress and lay in bed listening to the muffled conversation downstairs, as it goes quiet I know what that means.
After some time passes I hear my wife and Magnus climbing the stairs and walking past my closed door to the marital bed. Now I lay motionless, silent as I try to detect every sound and picture every act. Magnus will take my wife in our bed now, he will take her and satisfy her in ways I never will. She will express her happiness and he will declare his triumph through the walls, the sounds of the bed creaking and the thump of the headboard hitting the wall.
I will listen and I will shrivel in my cage, frustrated, humiliated and believing I am not the man I should be. To a cuckold this is the most glorious humiliation, it's a mental switch that only triggers within a cuckold, the wonderful happiness you can provide your wife, by becoming what you were meant to be.
A lesser male.
9 years ago
