Loving a Cuck by bummerbeau,bummerbeau

“Lily’s had nine or ten of these hook-ups. She gets what she needs physically, a good fucking, and she gives him what he wants, anything he wants. But she says it makes her feel cheap, like a whore, but unpaid.”

I paused to gather courage, then went on. “Lily wants more, she wants physical sex, yes, but she wants a man with feelings, desires, she wants to feel special, even to feel loved. The way I always made her feel. We’ve discussed this at length, and I’ve made clear that it is her decision, and I will help her anyway I can. That’s why I’m here. She has decided, we have decided, that the man she wants in her, in her life, in her bed, our bed, is you.”

Flabbergasted, Rick sat there silent, his mouth open. To fill the silence, I went on to make clear that we both recognized the danger that Lily might fall in love, might wish to cleave to a new lover, might want to divorce me. “If that happens, I won’t contest a divorce. I love Lily, it would tear me apart, but all I want is for her to be happy! Fulfilled!”

“That-that-that”s a lot to take in!” exclaimed Rick, obviously trying to understand all this. He continued to think, silent, for several more minutes. “I–I think Lily–I think your wife Lily is a fabulous person! And so beautiful. I’ve thought so from the first time I met her, met her with you, last year. And then at your pool barbecue last week, I was just blown away by her in her wonderful bikini — sexy, gutsy, full of fun, courageous. I won’t deny for a second that I got really turned on when I was massaging her thigh, and I was so happy that I was able to help her. Your situation is a real bummer and nothing to be done about it…” Rick seemed to recognize that he was babbling, and he paused.

“You’re damn right it’s a bummer!” I replied. “And I, we, obviously don’t want an answer right now. You and Lily need to talk. We three need to talk. This is Wednesday. How about you come for dinner tomorrow night at our house? I’ll barbecue, and I’ll leave you and Lily alone for as long as you need to have a good long talk. Then, over dinner, you two can tell me the details of whatever you’ve decided, and we can go from there. And, as I’m sure you agree, a gentleman shouldn’t kiss and tell…”

Lily was elated that Rick had not turned her down flat, and she busied herself with preparations for our dinner on Thursday. I concerned myself over the food and drinks, while Lily prepared herself, choosing an attractive sexy black dress with a slit up one side that revealed a lot of her thigh. A thigh that Rick had been palpating, massaging just recently. A black thong. No bra. Delicate perfume. Freshly washed lustrous dark hair. She looked so enticing — I remembered that she used to look like that when she had plans to seduce me, plans that were always successful!

The door chimes rang right on the appointed hour. Lily opened the door and Rick greeted her with a huge bouquet of lilies whose wonderful scent filled our home. “Lilies for the most wonderful Lily of them all!” exclaimed Rick. I thought my Lily would faint with excitement.

I took the flowers. “Let me get everyone a drink,” I suggested, took orders, and in no time I had prepared them. “Now, I know you two have to talk, privately, so I will carry on with dinner prep while you continue in the living room. I won’t interrupt unless you call me. Tell me when you’re ready and I will barbecue. Then we’ll eat and discuss things.” I left them, seated close together on the sofa.

Twenty of the longest minutes of my life. Lily had agreed that she would tell me everything afterwards, but that didn’t quell my curiosity! We had long ago agreed that there would be no cameras or hidden mics in our house, respecting each other’s privacy. But boy, I was wishing that I was a fly on the wall! I prepped the sides and prepared the steaks for the barbecue. Poured myself another.

Finally they said they were ready, so I refreshed everyone’s drinks, cooked the steaks and got the table ready. Dinner in our dining room, formal. Everything dished up.

“So?” I queried.

Rick motioned to Lily, who took the floor, as we ate. “I realize, David, that we agreed no secrets, and I will always honour that pledge. Rick and I have agreed, with enthusiasm, that he will become my lover — I told Rick that he has to get tested for STDs — that I always go bareback, never with a condom. Condoms take away feeling, and especially the thrill of having splurts of hot semen splashing up inside me. That’s why we’re waiting until he gets tested and receives his results.”

“Wow!” I exclaimed, “that’s wonderful!”

“Again, full disclosure, no secrets!” said Lily. “We’d agreed to this within ten minutes, and then my saviour (‘cos that’s what he was, in the swimming pool) asked if he could examine my right thigh — make sure it had recovered completely. So I lifted my skirt up to my waist, so he could examine and feel my thigh, which he did. Very thoroughly. Everywhere! And compared it to the other thigh. Very thoroughly. Everywhere! And do you know his verdict?”

“Wonderful thighs! I can’t wait to get between them! As soon as possible!” sighed Rick.

“So,” I said, “we have an interim period until we have Rick’s test result, but that’s not an interval when we can’t see you, welcome you in our home. And I hope you two will get well-acquainted, with lots of kissing and cuddling. And we can go on dates, like to the movies or mini-golfing or whatever. We want you here a lot of times, Rick. And please keep us updated about your test.”

“Just to start things off,” Rick asked, “would you please come to my condo for dinner tomorrow evening? I have to show you that I can cook!”

And we did, for a lovely dinner of ‘Lasagna Provence,’ a dish that Rick had obviously spent hours preparing. And it was absolutely superb! With a nice bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon alongside, the evening went splendidly. He lived in a compact little one-bedroom condo which he showed us through. Neat. Lined with books. Interesting art on his walls, both art photographs and paintings. We were very impressed. But it was obvious, he needed a woman in his life. And he was eager — he told us that he’d been tested that morning.

We hadn’t really had time to get to know Rick, and his dinner (and the evenings that followed) let Lily and I see what a wonderful man he was (and is!). He came over several nights for swimming, hot-tubbing, dinner, always accompanied by caresses, hugs, handholding, kisses. We went out for several ‘dates’ to the movies, for drinks and dinner, for mini-golf — for all the kinds of activities that a courting couple would enjoy while getting to know each other. And like any courting male, Rick’s hands were often busy exploring, caressing my very willing Lily. But she would not allow him to undress her — as she said, “that’s for when we can be totally together.”

The days didn’t drag on, but at the same time we were all acutely aware that the moment of being ‘totally together’ couldn’t come fast enough for any of us. Particularly Lily. On a Wednesday I came home from work, greeted by an over-excited Lily, who had been making plans.

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