Going Full Cuck

I take a moment to clean my face with a tissue then continue on to our closet. My resurgent cock only got harder as I went through her wardrobe outfit by outfit. In my imagination I picture Jane showing up to Micheal's door wearing each of them. Would Mike be dressed up for her? Or maybe just wearing a robe?

FUCK! How I wished I could be there! Me and my foolish disobedience. There was uneasiness and jealousy as well, of course there was, but all these feelings blended so seamlessly with my unquenchable fetish that it was impossible to distinguish these feelings apart from my lust.

In the end I pull out the tight short red dress that she wore the first time we met her. That first night at the bar...when she had approached Micheal first before her and I had hit it off. He had commented on how hot she looked that night in this dress so I knew he liked it. The figure hugging garment showed off her soft curvy body just right. I wondered if Micheal would remember the dress and its significance. I suspected he would, I suspect she would as well. I lay the skimpy thing over the back of the chair in the room for her.

I slip on a clean pair of boxer's and wait. The erection tenting the shorts hadn't gone down one iota when she walks back into the room fifteen minutes later.

“Oh, the red one! Good choice.” She says approvingly. She is still naked but now her smokin hot body is clean and smells fresh as a daisy. She goes to a mirror we had set up in the corner of the room and wastes no time getting ready. She is positively ebullient as she puts on her earrings.

I sit on the edge of our bed and watch her. “Um...If you give me another chance I'd, um, I'd like to come along.”

She shakes her head. “No hun, you blew it. Besides, Micheal isn't comfortable with you watching just yet.” She says. “What do you think? This necklace...or this one?”

“That one.” I reply honestly. The little jade pendant would contrast well with the red dress. “Babe, I promise I'll be quiet and...”

“Stop it cuck. Be a good boy.” She warns me.

I sit quietly and continue to watch as she puts on her makeup. Prettying herself up for another man, for my best friend. I watch her apply her glossy red lipstick and my imagination runs wild thinking about where those lips would be and what they'll be doing an hour from now. My eyes run up and down her hourglass body and I wonder the same thing. God, Mike's gonna love her. How could he not?

She gives me an amused look through the mirror. I see her eyes look at the tent in my shorts. “Don't touch yourself until I get home. Remember, your little pecker is mine now.”

“Okay.” I reply. “We'll do something when you get home?”

She smirks. “We'll see.” She lets out a little giggle. “John, tell me you're a cuck.”

I swallow. “I'm...a cuckold.” As true a statement as the sky being blue now.

“Tell me you like it when I fuck your friends.”

“I like it.” I nod.

“Like what?”

“I like it when you fuck my friends.”

“Even though they have big cocks? Bigger and better than yours?”

I nod. “Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I like when you fuck my friends. I like you fucking their bigger and better cocks.”

“Tell me you're happy.”

I let out a nasal breath. “I'm...happy.”

“Good boy.” She beams. “You make me so happy too baby.”

I smile back at her. I liked seeing her happy.

She slips on the dress and smooths it out over her sexy body. She straightens it out, running her hands over her front and sides. Soon there would be other hands running over my girlfriend's body. With no underwear on there was no visible pantie line and the lack of a bra made her nipples just barely visible through the fabric if you knew what to look for. GAH! God damn did she look good.

She quickly does her hair. Nothing too extravagant, probably knowing she'd be messing it up soon anyway.

“How do I look baby?”

“Beautiful.” I respond with a proud smile. “Mike...Mike's gonna love it.”

“You think so?” She asks with that twinkle in her eye. “I've seen the type of girl he dates. He's a handsome man. You think I'm pretty enough for him?”

“I know you are. You are gorgeous Jane.”

“Thanks hun. I hope he likes me.”

“He will.”

She collects her phone and a small purse. She gathers a few things. I follow her around the house like a lost puppy as she does so. Finally she makes her way to the front door. She slips on a light jacket and some red pumps. She turns to me.

“Kiss me, just a little peck, you stink. And don't mess up my make up.” She says.

I step forward and slip my arms around her narrow waist and kiss her very lightly on her glossy red lips. She smelled so damn good. “Love you.”

“Love you too baby.” She pauses a moment to stroke my cheek and peer deeply into my eyes. She smiles a radiant grin. “See you tonight. I'll probably be late. Make sure you wait up for me.”

“I will.” I say, as if I could sleep while she was out doing this anyway.

“Good.” She pulls away and spins toward the door. “Have a good evening hun, I know I will.”

With that she is out the door. I listen to her car start up and after a few moments pull away.

I stand in my boxer shorts, my face still smelling of pussy and jizz, alone in my house. I head for the bathroom to clean up. I walk in a daze, my mind elsewhere. How would he greet her? How would they start? Would they kiss and tease or get straight to the fucking? So many questions. Oh how I wish I could have been there.

All I could do now is wait as my imagination ran rampant. This was going to be a loooonnnng evening!