"It's just a game," I thought to myself, as I watched my wife having sex with her lover.
For our 16th anniversary, Sally gave me the present I have wanted for years: she said she would "look into the possibility" of going to bed with another man, while I watched. To make a long story short, we found a great guy - witty, intelligent, good-looking and totally into making Sally feel wonderful. We met him once for lunch and drinks, and four times after that (the last one being last week) for sex. If you'd like the details of our earlier meetings, we have written about them: the stories are called "A Cuckold's Diary" and "Thank You, My Wife."
The "game" we play is cuckolding me. Three weeks out of every month, we treat each other as equals - with love and respect, and with pleasure! But a week before each of her "dates" with Ted, Sally becomes... his. Of course, she is not really his; she doesn't want to run away with him, and she doesn't want to stay with him. But in our "game," she is his; from a week before their date until he says good-bye and leaves the hotel room, my wife gives herself to him, and not to me. No sex, no tongue-kissing, nothing; her body waits in anticipation of him. She will often masturbate during the week, thinking about her "date," but sex between us is out.
Now, a "game" can mean a lot of things. It can be a couple of kids tossing a ball for half an hour, or it can be the Super Bowl, where the "game" is damn serious. As I watched my wife in the hotel room last week, I was pleased to see that she is taking our "game" very, very seriously. And I wondered - at what point of her desire, her excitement, her sex with another man, do we go from playing "the cuckold game" to playing a game with her lover, while she cuckolds me?
For example: Sally had suggested to Ted that she meet him at the door wearing nothing at all. He rejected this idea, saying he did not want to be denied the pleasure of undressing her. But, he suggested that she not wear any panties. She happily complied - as we got everything ready in preparation for his arrival, she slid off her panties, handed them to me, and said, "I won't be needing these today." I folded them and put them away, pausing to savor the scent of her excitement which had soaked through them.