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The Sunday before my wife and her boyfriend went on their summer holiday / honeymoon to Italy my wife’s best friend Hannah came over for a catch up with her. Hannah had been my wife’s BBF for years and they had a lot of history together. She and I have never really got on and she has always enjoyed hearing about my wife cuckolding me (she knew from very early on, years before we went public). I have already written a post on her friendship with my wife here .
That Sunday morning they were having a coffee and a smoke in our living room and enjoying a gossip. The boyfriend had gone out for a bit, so it was just the 3 of us in the house. I was tidying up after breakfast and doing a bit of housework. My wife was enjoying bossing me around in front of Hannah. I made them a coffee from the posh coffee maker and placed it on the table in front of them.
“Did you put sweetener in???” my scolded me, “I can’t taste any”.
I assured her that I had, “you have not stirred it properly then”. So I returned with a spoon and stirred the coffee again in both cups in front of them, whilst they both smiled.
I listened as I tidied up around them, they were discussing the holiday to Italy, outfits she had bought, the anticipation of going on holiday with boyfriend, sex, romance going to Rome etc. Hannah was off loading about the latest man who had ‘gas lit’ her on the dating sites.
“It does not seem fair, I can’t find anyone and you have 2 men! One to fuck you and the other to make you coffee!”, they both laughed out loud, “I am gagging for a cock, it’s not fair”.
They spoke like I was not there, whilst I wiped down surfaces around the kitchen and tidied the living room. “XXX does have a gorgeous cock I am not going to lie and YYY is a great house husband, I do feel privileged sometimes”
As lunchtime was getting near my wife asked Hannah if she fancied lunch at our local pub. “Better call them and book a table in case it’s busy” my wife told me, I did as she asked.
So an hour later after boyfriend had returned the 4 of us were walking the short distance to our local pub. My wife and boyfriend walked ahead holding hands. My wife was wearing a nice blue summer dress and wedge heels. Watching her bum in that dress filled me with cuck jealousy. I walked with Hannah (who lived close by as well, so she had walked to ours), Hannah was moaning that if she had known we were going out she would have dressed up more. I tried to reassure her she looked nice, trying to get on her good side. It struck me this was an interesting dynamic and I could not help but think Hannah had said yes because the offer of going for Sunday lunch with her bestie, bestie’s boyfriend and cuckold husband was too good an experience to miss out on.
We arrived and the pub was very busy, luckily we had booked the table. An attractive waitress served us. To her we must of looked like just another pair of couples having lunch, my wife and boyfriend sat next to each other on one side and Hannah and I on the other. I was looking around the pub sure that we would see someone we knew, boyfriend and my wife were sat very close together and from their body language it was obvious they were a couple.
We ordered drinks and started to chat. Obviously the holiday was a big talking point. I was worried that they would describe it as their honeymoon which would inevitably lead to telling Hannah about the wedding dress. When they did not use the word honeymoon I was part relieved and part disappointed. Boyfriend was boasting about how well travelled he was and telling us amusing anecdotes about this country or that. I was conscious that my wife had told me that I had to show him more respect so I put on a show and laughed along. I tried to tell about some of my travel (I have been very well travelled through my work) but boyfriend had moved the conversation on. Hannah was clearly flirting a bit with boyfriend laughing too much at his jokes. I noticed my wife had paced her hand on his thigh next to her. My wife talked up her boyfriend making it easy for him to take centre stage. We ordered our food but it was taking a while and when we had finished our drinks instead of waiting for the waitress my wife told me to get a round in from the bar. I became the ‘cuck drinks runner’. When I returned boyfriend now had his arm around my wife as they sat, his long arm reaching around and touching the side of her breast.
After the meal, I was drinks runner a couple more times. As the alcohol flowed so did the conversation. Hannah was taking centre stage asking questions, “So don’t you get jealous?” she asked me.
“Well I do, but I know that her pleasure is the most important thing, XXXX can give her so much that I can’t”, I replied, wife laughed out loud. “I’ll say!” She interjected.
“But you must get frustrated, don’t you want a connection with a woman”, Hannah was getting quite loud, enjoying embarrassing me.
“Obviously I do miss the physical connection but I am happy with what I have, I still love my wife even though my role has changed”, I was choosing my words carefully not wanting to upset my wife or boyfriend.
Hannah turned to boyfriend “What’s it like having another man’s wife???”
Boyfriend grinned “I love it! The best women are always taken and I will be honest I love taking her to places she was never been to, I have to admit it’s an ego boost and a thrill, I mean look at her what man could say no! I often think YYYY must be crazy for letting another man take his wife but I am not complaining”
So the conversation continued as my personal life was dissected in a noisy pub on a Sunday afternoon. When the waitress came to clear some glasses my wife asked her to take a picture of all of us, Hannah and I moved around to my wife and boyfriend’s side of the table so we were all in shot. The photo showed boyfriend large and dominating with his arm around my wife in the centre, with Hannah and I either side. From the photo it was obvious my wife and boyfriend were lovers. My wife posted it on her social media straight away tagging each of us in and describing it as a perfect Sunday lunch! She may as well added the tag #cuckold.
The bill arrived and my wife’s eyes directed me to pay. I noticed being the alpha male did not necessarily make boyfriend want to pay for the meal.
We walked back to our and Hannah got a taxi from ours even though it was a short journey to her home. My wife and boyfriend went to bed early evening to sleep off the drink. It did not stop them having sex, I heard their love making through the bedroom wall as I was reading the comments on the photo she posted earlier. Most comments were from her friends who were clearly as fascinated with our dynamic as Hannah was.