Cucked on Vacation

“Are you having a good time?” I asked, implying more, somehow.

She nodded.

“She wants to talk to you.” Mark suddenly reappeared, phone in hand – directed towards Vanessa.

“Huh?… Me?” My wife awkwardly replied.

“She probably wants to embarrass me. Here, talk to her.” He handed the phone to my wife, and took a seat, this time next to her.

My wife’s face began to turn red, “Hi! This is Vanessa.”

Her answers were all rather short, as if she was answering a session of rapid fire questions from Marks wife.

“Yeah.” A laugh. “Yeah.” Another laugh. The appearance of a deep blush, and a quiet gasp.

Her voice became rather hushed on occasion. “No.” “Yeah.” “I can’t believe you’re asking me that!” More laughing.

She glanced up at me, “He does, actually.”

I was dying to know what they were talking about. I glanced down to noticed my wife adjusting her legs in her chair, her eyes now appeared somehow aroused, and my confusion was at an all time high.

“I don’t know.” A nod. “Yeah I know.” “Alright, well – It was really nice to talk to you!”

“I will. Thank you.”

Her face was beet red as she handed the phone back to Mark.

“Well, did she embarrass me?” Mark inquired quietly, joking.

Vanessa was stammering to find the words, “Um… Not exactly. She was actually very complimentary of you.” She took a sip of her drink as she said it.

Mark laughed, pulling the phone up to his ear and began pacing again, finishing up his conversation with her.

“What did she say?” I asked of my wife in a hushed voice.

“You don’t wanna know.” She replied.

“I do, actually.”

She looked right at me, “She was bragging about him, his endowment. She was trying to encourage us to go back to his room tonight. She was trying to encourage me to cuckold you.”

I nearly dropped my glass, time freezing, fantasy further creeping into the reality of this vacation – and right when I was about to reply Mark sat back down next to Vanessa.

“Sorry about her, she’s a loose cannon that one.” He offered.

“No, she was very nice.” Vanessa’s tone was innocent in her reply.

Mark looked across at me this time, excitement in his eyes. “Is it true that you’re actually keen on the idea, Mike?”

The earth seemed to stop spinning as I pieced together what was discussed on the phone a moment ago. I glanced at Vanessa who’s face was bright red and eyes wide.

I didn’t know how to reply, so I took a deep breath, and a long sip of wine, really searching for the right words.

“In theory.” I managed.

Mark smiled, “Most men are, really. Most are also afraid to admit it – to themselves, to their wives.”

Vanessa was nearly shaking with nervous excitement, and Mark decided to help her relax by placing his hand on her thigh.

“Here.” He adjusted his seated position, moving slightly to face more towards Vanessa. “This is a little test I do with new couples. May I?” Mark gently reached for Vanessa’s hand.

Vanessa’s face was crimson, but she delicately laid her palm into his. I later learned that Vanessa already knew what he was going to attempt, his wife having told her during their bizarre conversation. I was locked in a trance, a strange feeling present in my stomach, an aroused one in my loins.

Please wait…

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