My Cuckold Wife #3: The Raw Deal
TWO COUPLES AND A BULL! My cuckold wife is an insatiable slut, so I always find ways to please her. After dinner, bar-hopping, and dancing with a married couple, I convince them to follow us to a swinger’s club and then back home for more fun. As the party heats up, a knock at the door signals the handsome dealer from the club’s casino. What will happen when two couples add a fifth to the party?
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My Cuckold Wife #3: The Raw Deal (Excerpt)
A few nights ago, my cuckold wife and I invited our friends, Donna and Matt, out for dinner, bar-hopping, and dancing. The evening started out like any other. We ate at a local hipster restaurant. Overpriced food filled our stomachs, but it did the job. Men downed a few craft beers and women drank wine. After dinner, we headed for a nightcap at our favorite local bar. We played darts and foosball, drank more beers and wine, and chatted about our stressful jobs.
An hour later, after a few more cocktails, an idea struck me. My wife and I are swingers, but we’ve invited no friends into the action. I decided we needed a change.
I turned to Donna and Matt. Both attractive and tall, the couple resembled something out of Barbie’s world with blond locks and athletic bodies. I looked at my wife. She stood as a nice contrast to them with her voluptuous figure and auburn hair.
I studied them a moment longer, second thoughts raced through my mind, but I said, “Hey, have you guys ever been to a swinger’s club?”
My words dropped to the floor like a stone.
I glanced at my wife and by her look desire overwhelmed her. I’ve seen her expression before. Although, I could also see offending our friends was far from her mind.
Donna and Matt exchanged glances, shrugged, and then Matt said, “No, we’ve never done it.”
Eyes glued to the ground, my wife blurted out, “You don’t know what you’re missing.”
We all laughed, but we planted the seed.
Feeling a little more confident, I added, “It’s a much-needed stress release. We all have difficult jobs and swinging is a great way to release pent-up frustrations from the forty-hour work week. And it’s sexy and fun too. We wouldn’t have it any other way. Right, honey?”
My wife nodded.
Donna and Matt didn’t seem too sure about it, but they followed us from the bar and into a yellow taxi. We rode in silence but the idea hung in the air.
We exited the taxi and entered Purple Orchid, the hottest swinger’s club with the hottest people. Sporting a huge dance floor and high-stakes casino, it touted the best party around. My wife and I love dancing and the slinky music and blatant debauchery always astounded us.
Before long, we became blitzed drunk and danced senselessly. The tunes blasted funky so the throbbing beats emphasized each dancer’s sex appeal. We became sloshed and sweaty in no time. We discoed in the middle of the dance floor and sometimes exchanged partners. Seeing my wife dance with Matt turned me on. My dance with Donna got me even hotter. When I glanced at my wife pirouetting around Matt, I caught desire on her face. She wanted him as much as I wanted Donna. That was obvious.
After a while, we grew bored with dancing and we headed to the casino.
As we passed the private rooms, we caught glimpses of sex. The temptation to stop and partake overwhelmed me but I waited for the main course.
That’s when we met Joseph. He was a new dealer at the blackjack table. A cute man with a hard body, he gave my wife the once-over as we sat down.
“Hello, ladies and gents,” he said with a wink.
We played poker. Lost money. And all the while Joseph the dealer flirted with our beautiful wives as they gazed at his biceps. After about an hour, we lost enough money, so we retreated from the casino.
In the hall separating the discotheque from the casino, my wife said, “Is the party over already?”
I said, “Let’s not quit yet. We have that bottle of gin at our house. Let’s go back and hang out.”
I looked to my Matt and Donna for confirmation. They mulled it over. It wasn’t a work night, so the only obstacle remained the drive home.
Donna said, “Well, we should sober up before we drive home. Right, Matt?”
He replied, “I’m not sure. I should get up early.”
I said, “Don’t be silly. You can use our spare bedroom if you can’t drive. I’ll set an alarm for you.”
My wife eyed me with a devilish smile.
To Be Continued…
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