Do you ever realize that your mouth has outpaced your brain? Not talking; your mouth, mouth. Your body just does things without your volition. It’s like it has a different mind that it obeys. Well, I have, and it got me into things that surprised me. I wanted it, but I never expected to get it.
It started on April 1st when Stu, Barb, and I decided to take a few days down the California coast from Half Moon Bay down to Santa Barbara. We took the San Mateo Bridge across the bay and over the mountains to Half Moon Bay. From there, we went to Pescadero, where there’s a grocery store that makes wonderful artichoke and herb bread. My parents discovered it about nineteen-eighty, and it's still there.
We got a couple of loaves and dropped back to Highway 1. There I found a place to pull over, and we went down to the ocean to enjoy the sound of the ocean. We found a place tucked in among the rocks out of the wind and had a bite of bread and a glass of wine.
That’s when it happened, I was helping Barb stand up, and I kissed her in front of Stu. As I was doing it, Stu just froze, watching me while I did it. I was tasting her, my tongue played with hers, and my hands, well, my hands were teasing her breasts. Shocked, I whispered, "Sorry, Barb, I'm sorry."
Barb’s hand moved to the back of my head, and she murmured, "Ed, ah, Ed.“ Then she stopped and looked toward Stu.
It was sudden and not like me at all. I’d never just kissed someone out of the blue like that. It was shocking, but enjoyable.
I had to pause for a minute, then I gathered the rest of our things and pretended nothing had happened. My feeling was that I’d stepped way over a line and started something I might not be able to stop. Luckily, Barb and Stu seemed to want to pretend it hadn’t happened too.
Stu did the driving to Santa Cruz, where we’d decided to play tourist for the evening. I was sitting in the back, thinking.
What happened there? I’d enjoyed kissing her and touching her breasts. I especially enjoyed doing it in front of Stu. The strangest thing was that Stu hadn’t stopped me. He stood there the whole time, watching me kiss her and watching as I felt her breasts. Another strange thing was the fact that Barb had been surprised, but she hadn’t stopped me either. Now, that was interesting.
We found a motel near the beach and did some touristy things, looking at shops, galleries, and a bookstore. In the bookstore, I found a book of poems called Sensual Delight that celebrated ‘the first couplings of lovers.’ Wonderful, so I bought it to give to Barb when we’re alone.
That night I was lying in bed, thinking—at least what I call thinking. It’s Stu’s wife I’m lusting after. I want to make love to her; I want Barb to make love to me. Actually, I want to fuck her, put my cock in her, and release a full load of my cum. But there’s no way I could do any of it and still respect myself afterward.
I couldn’t interfere with their marriage, so I had to get away from them. That morning, I got my office manager to call me with a problem I needed to resolve. After a two-minute conversation with Della, I turned to Stu and said, “Hell, I have to get back to the office today. If you can drop me off where I can rent a car to get back, You and Barb can finish our trip."
Barb tried to insist that they could take me back and we could finish our trip when we could.
I insisted; they insisted, but I outlasted them. I ended up at home, and they finished our trip.
Ed, you made it out in time. Kissing Barb, I can apologize for, but how it would have ended up if I stayed, I don’t think so.
Stu and Barb went down to Santa Barbara, spent a few days, and returned the second week. I spent the time working, trying to forget that I was going to have to apologize.
They got back on Wednesday, and Friday evening, Stu called and asked if they could come by. The bell rang at precisely seven p.m. I thought the preciseness of the timing didn’t bode well, but I needed to apologize, so I decided, Let’s get it over with.
When I let them in, Barb was pale and nervous, and Stu looked green, like he was about to get sick. I led them into the living room and started to apologize, “Barb, Stu, uh, what I did at the beach, um, ah, I’m sorry.“
Both Barb and Stu tried to interrupt, and with me raising my voice, it turned into a cacophony of noise. Finally, Barb made us all shut up, “Ed, Stu, one at a time, and let’s start with me.” She looked at Stu and me, daring one of us to say a word. She started, “We need to say something to you, Ed. Uh, Stu and I have been your friends since college, before Stu and I got married. We’ve, me especially, tried to think of a way to...”
Stu interrupted, “What she’s trying to say is that the kiss on the beach wasn’t, ah, Barb tried to...“
Barb interrupted Stu back, saying, “Look, we’ve been trying to start a conversation about this, and we thought a trip with the three of us might be a chance to start. When you kissed me in front of Stu, we both thought that if you’d continued, I’d have let you take me right there.
“We want, we’re inviting you.” She paused and said, “I want you to, uh, I want you. To fuck me. How the hell does a married couple tell a friend they want him to, yes, fuck the wife? Stu, uh, wants you to cuckold him. He wants to see you fuck me. God, I want it too. Ah, even before I knew Stu wanted to watch us fuck, I was attracted to you.
“We’ve thought about it, Stu especially, for some time. It’s not just a spur-of-the-moment thing.”
I just stood there, trying to rearrange things in my head. I don’t know what I looked like to them—probably dazed. I led them to the living room and sat in my chair with them on the couch. They were close together, holding hands. It was obvious that they were still a couple; they both wanted this.
Hell, I’d made plans about seducing Barb; I even bought that book of poetry for her to help me. They wanted it. I wanted it. Should I fuck, no, make love to her? Could I do it?
“Um, this is a surprise—a huge surprise.” I paused for a bit before trying again, “The reason I left and came back here was because I was going to t-try to seduce you, Barb. That kiss? I planned it. I bought a book of poetry in Santa Cruz.”
I reached over to the table by my chair, retrieved the book, and gave it to Barb. “It says it celebrates the first coupling of lovers. I was going to give it to you secretly, hoping it might help me seduce you. In the end, I couldn’t do it, so I left.“
I smiled at them ruefully and said, “Talk about missed signals; we all wanted the same thing and didn’t know it.”
Barb smiled at me, looking hopeful, “So, there’s a chance? A chance you’ll say yes?”
“No, there’s not a chance I’ll say yes. I’ll say hell yes. Uh, I can see one problem, though, I don’t know if I can make love to Barb in front of you, Stu, for the first time at least. I’d never thought about what would come next.
“You’ve talked about it together. Right?” I paused, and they both nodded, so I continued, “How are you picturing it happening, not just the first few times but later?"
Both of them tried to respond, but Stu held his hand to stop her. Then he answered, “This is up to me to answer, so let me do it.” He paused, “I want to watch, but I know that at first, sometimes it doesn’t happen that way.
“I want it to happen now if it can. Soon if it can’t. Uh, could we go out for dinner somewhere, with me as the cuckold and you as lovers?”
I answered, “No, I’ve eaten, so no dinner. If you’ve not eaten, You can get something and bring Barb back. But you still haven’t answered my question about how you pictured it going later. For example, you used the word cuckold, what would that look like? You want to watch; does that mean you want to participate too? Don’t fob me off with generalities, okay?"
“I changed my mind because I didn’t want to damage your marriage or our friendship. We need to start by agreeing on how it’s going to begin. If we can’t, I’m going to change my mind and say hell no! So, who goes first?” I stopped talking and waited.
Stu and Barb looked at each other, then Stu started, “I guess that’s me again; I get to go first.” He paused, thinking, “What I was picturing, I guess, was mostly the two of you having sex and making love to each other. I’ve read cuckold stories that go beyond what I’m comfortable with. The ones that focus on demeaning and degrading the cuckold.
“I’m seeing you making love but also fucking. Doing things I’ve never been comfortable doing to Barb. I guess.” His voice trailed off.
I interrupted, “Taking her ass? Coming in her mouth, coming on her face and tits, restraint, spanking? Maybe stronger than spanking? Bring in other men to fuck her? Me fucking you, is that possible?” I hesitated there. "Even breeding Barb? Getting her pregnant with my child? That happens, doesn't it?"
Barb interjected, saying, “Stu, when we were talking, we went over this same thing. I remember what you said; that’s what Ed is talking about. Don’t hold back because you’re embarrassed. If you can’t tell him what you told me, I can, and I will.”
Stu looked discomforted and embarrassed when he restarted, “You’re right, Barb. Ed, yes, we talked about it, what I was looking for. I want to be your complete cuckold—everything you said plus anything you were unable to say. Do you know what a complete cuckold means? You can do, or demand anything. I want to be Barb’s complete cuckold, and yes, we talked about what a complete cuckold can mean. God, yes, Ed, it means you can breed her. That's the ultimate submission, isn't it?"