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My wife Linda has always been very close to her older sister, Stacey. There isn't much the two of them wouldn't discuss, and quite recently Linda has begun to include details of our sex-life in their discussions - with what turned out to be very interesting and erotic consequences. This account will be quite long, so please bear with me.

Linda is a voluptuous 32-year-old green-eyed blonde, standing about 5'6". She is of medium build, with shapely legs and a very delectable 36D pair of breasts. She has one of those soft, beautiful faces that can be angelic one minute, and lewdly licentious the next. We have been married seven wonderful years, and we have a very hot sex life that has recently come to include Hot wife themes and fantasies.

Her elder sister Stacey is a dazzling 35-year-old brunette, and is taller than my wife Linda by about three inches. Stacy, I have to admit, is stunning to look at; she exercises regularly and keeps her body in great shape, possessing incredibly long legs that she is fond of displaying to perfection. Picture Sandra Bullock with a slightly leaner face, and that pretty much describes Stacey.

Now - some brief history: In early 2003, Stacey separated from her husband (citing various issues), and moved into an apartment of her own. A divorce duly followed. My sister-in-law, as I have stated, is a very attractive lady, and her newfound freedom seemed to awaken both her sexuality and her libido. Linda confided to me that Stacey had told her that her ex-husband wasn't so great in the sack, and Stacey, at the peak of her womanhood, was apparently keen to alleviate years of sexual neglect.

Stacey worked for a big company, with maybe five hundred or more employees, and once word got out that she was 'available', she had numerous guys wooing her. She began going out a lot, and from what she told Linda she was soon 'getting all the great sex she could handle'. I hasten to add that Stacey wasn't promiscuous in the true sense of the word, but she would certainly 'play' under the right circumstances and if she felt so inclined.

I actually get on really well with Stacey - but I have to admit, however, that she could be a cock tease (I would presently learn just how much Stacey did like to tease - but more on that later).

Stacey lives in the major city in our state, and every three or four weeks she would make the two-hour trip to visit her hometown (where Linda and I still lived) on weekends. Every Saturday that Stacey visited, she and my wife would sit chatting for hours, or head out shopping for the afternoon. Stacey would either sleep at her parent's house across town, or she would sleep in our spare room during her visits.

For the last year or so Linda and I had made use of hot wife and cuckold fantasies to enliven our boudoir, and Linda was always keen to verbally explore my boundaries. I'm not hugely endowed - 5 inches, to be exact - and Linda learned early on that I had a strangely dark kink for having her deride and taunt me about my rather meager penis. She could get me extremely hot by teasing me about my small size, and telling me that she would sooner or later find a well-hung lover to make up for my "shortcoming". We had talked about turning fantasy into reality - but Linda was reluctant for several reasons, one of which is that we live in a small rural community, and any dalliance would soon be the talk of the town. So we simply role-played, which worked out great for us both.

One night during a hot lovemaking session about eight months ago, Linda was in the middle of vocalizing one of her verbal cuckold fantasies.

"Maybe I should be doing like Stacey, huh?" she lewdly announced. "Going out on the weekend, and picking up a hot, horny guy, and getting him to fuck me with a real cock."

To hear Linda introduce Stacey's name into this particular fantasy excited me immensely, and several seconds later I climaxed. I should mention here that I found the notion of some of my wife's female friends or family members knowing that Linda was 'cucking' me to be a huge turn-on. Linda was well aware of this, and I think that her elder sister's new burst of libido simply gave Linda extra ammunition - which she always used very well.

During the next three months, Linda often used her older sister's new liberated lifestyle in her wicked monologues as we fucked - hinting that "If one sister can do it, then why not the other sister?" She also once came out with this little gem: "Maybe I should ask Stacey to find me a hot guy, huh? One of those sexy guys where she works... She seems to have tons of studs hoping to get into her panties! I should tell her that your weedy little cock just can't cut it anymore, and that I need a real man to fill me! How would you like that, Little one? My big sister knowing that I'm desperate for another cock, and helping me to cuckold you?" Needless to say, her licentious words quickly drove me to climax almost at once.

Linda was extremely perceptive, and she quickly sensed that using Stacey in this fantasy was a very powerful stimulant for me - possibly because I was easily able to imagine the traits of her sister readily coming to the fore in Linda (as she had intimated).

One Saturday morning when Stacey was down for the weekend, the sisters were sat at the kitchen table chatting, and I was sat on a couch off to one side watching TV. I could overhear little snatches of quiet conversation between them, and Stacey was apparently discussing her latest lover (who was apparently very well endowed), and Linda ventured a giggle, and said rather loudly: "It must be so nice to find a guy with a decent-sized cock."

I looked up from the TV to see Linda dart a brief cheeky glance at me. Stacey, who is no fool, noticed her side-glance, and she too risked a brief quizzical peek at me before turning back to Linda and continuing their conversation, sotto voice. Linda, I was sure, was heavily hinting to her sister that I was not exactly the largest guy in the world, and I could feel my face turning red, and my cock hardening. Soon after I had to leave for a while, leaving the siblings alone.

When I got back, Stacey had left to visit her parents. I sat down with Linda and we made small talk for a while. I then quietly I asked her: "Um, were you dropping a hint to Stacey today about... err... my size?"

Linda smiled. "I wondered when you would mention that. Of course I was. Is that a problem, Little one?" She laughed, using one of her 'pet' names for me, and then added: "In fact, after you left, Stacey actually asked me if you were lacking in the cock department - so she definitely got the hint!"

"Jesus! She really asked you that?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes. Naturally, I didn't want to embarrass you, Honey... but I couldn't lie to my big sister now, could I?" Linda smiled her wide, wicked smile again. She had taken on her 'teasing little bitch' demeanor, and was relishing it.

I gulped: "What did you tell her?" The topic of the conversation - my cock - seemed to sense where the conversation was heading, and was cheerfully arising.

"I told her you were a little..." she left the statement hang for a meaningful few seconds, "...small, honey".

My heart thumped. "Actually?" Linda added softly. "Stacey said that she'd seen you at the beach last year in those tight swimming trunks, and she kinda noticed that you were a little... ahem... underpowered." Linda's eyes sparkled as she reached for her drink.

"Oh my God!" I groaned. My cock, however, reacted joyously to the lewd news that its status was under attack, and was - conversely - standing at full mast inside of my shorts. Linda sipped her drink and giggled, and smiled her wicked teasing little smile. God, she was loving this!

"It's okay, Baby", she said. "I told Stacey that four inches was enough for me..."

"Four inches?" I barked. "Jesus, I'm a little over five inches, Linda!"

"Oh! Are you? Hmm, I told Stacey you were four inches... whoops! Anyway - what difference does an inch make?"

"In this case, it makes a twenty-five percent difference!"

Linda grinned. "Well, no matter. Stacey won't treat you any different just because she now knows you have a little four-inch cock - five-inch cock, I mean! Speaking of which..." she added with a grinning downward glance at my crotch. "The lil' fella doesn't seem to mind!" I looked down to see a tent in my shorts. Linda giggled.

I groaned softly again. "Did you talk about anything else?" I asked, half fearful, and half expectant.

Linda tilted her head quizzically. "Well... I shouldn't tell you this - but Stacey was kinda shocked. She told me that she'd never slept with a guy who was that small. She kept on asking me how you could satisfy me..." Linda leaned over and began stroking my upper thigh - maddeningly close to my throbbing cock, but not close enough to touch it through my shorts.

"And what did you tell her?" I asked breathlessly.

"I told her that you are very good with your hot little tongue." Linda purred. "I also told her that we have a very imaginative sex life." She finished enigmatically, and sipped her drink again.

I uttered a mental groan and rose to the bait. "What do you mean?" I asked. Her fingertips slid briefly over the head of my cock through my shorts before retreating again, and I gasped softly.

"Well," she began. "I just let Stacey know that we fantasize a lot in the bedroom - fantasies where your...err... shortage doesn't really matter."

"Like what?"

"Umm... well, I may have hinted that you get off on the thought of another guy fucking me." She grinned again, and her fingernails returned to the outline of my cock, and stayed there, softly swirling and rubbing.

"Jesus Christ, Linda!" I gasped. "How can you 'hint' that?"

"Umm... well - 'hinted' might not be the right word..." she left the sentence unfinished and flickered a sexy glance at me.

I again rose to the wickedly dangling bait. "What would be the right word?" I asked.

"Well... 'implied'... No... maybe 'mentioned' would be a better word."

My cock throbbed anew. "You told her about that fantasy?" I asked.

"Well, yes," she admitted with her sexy grin. "Told her would be more accurate, I suppose." Her fingertips sped in small circles over the head of my cock, and I could feel pre-cum starting to ooze.

"What did she say?"

"She thought it was quite hot and sexy, actually! She said 'Ahhh! He has a cuckold fetish, huh?' See? She even knows the 'C' word!"

All I could do was gasp. Linda's fingers were working their magic, and she began to undo the button on my shorts.

"Speaking of 'C' words," Linda added with a sexy smirk. "You know I have always called you 'Tee-cee'..."

I nodded. T.C. were my initials, and several people, including Linda, often called me "Tee-cee" for short. "Well Stacey actually asked me something about that too..." Her slim fingers finished unbuttoning me, and were now reaching inside my shorts.

"What did she say?" I gasped as her warm palm engulfed me and draw my hard cock out of my shorts.

Linda giggled. "She laughed, and asked me if 'T.C.' stood for... Tiny Cock!"

I moaned softly. "What did you tell her?" I was panting as Linda began jerking me.

"Aww, I was naughty, Little one, and told her a little fib... I told her YES - T.C. is short for Tiny Cock, and that's why I call you Tee-cee!" Linda giggled again, and added: "So don't be surprised when you next see her if she smiles at you and says 'Hi Tee-cee!' - while all the time she is chuckling to herself, knowing that she's referring to your... umm... little package!"

A second later Linda giggled as my semen erupted all over her fingers...

*****

The next morning Stacey phoned Linda from their parent's house, and they chatted for almost an hour. At one point during the call, Linda looked pointedly at me from the kitchen and giggled, and lowered her voice beyond my hearing as she spoke into the receiver. Later, when I asked what the giggling was about during their phone conversation, Linda smiled enigmatically and replied: "Oh, just a few little things..." You can perhaps see why this woman drives me insane!

When Stacey later arrived just after lunch, I covertly observed her behavior to see if there were any overt signs that she had taken note of the conversation between Linda and herself regarding my "small" size and my apparent "wannabe-cuckold" status. But I saw no changes, and she and Linda just chilled for a while in the front room.

When it came time for Stacey to leave, however, she said goodbye to Linda, and then turned to me and said: "See you later, Tee-cee!" She deliberately placed emphasis on 'Tee-cee', and smiled. I felt my face flush. I mumbled a farewell, and I noticed that Linda was looking at me with her head slightly tilted, a thin smirk on her face as if to say: "See? She knows about your little cock!"

Three weeks later Stacey was back visiting again. I was anticipating her visit with a mixture of anxiety and excitement. The Saturday morning scene of three weeks earlier was repeated: Linda and Stacey were sat in the kitchen just shooting the shit, and I was watching TV in the front room. My attention was soon engaged when I overheard Stacey again discussing Stephen, her latest lover, with my wife. This time it seemed to me that their conversation was far less muted than last time - almost as if Linda and Stacey were deliberately ensuring that I overheard their chat.

Stacey was presently describing a lovemaking technique apparently favored by her new beau: "...and Stephen places a pillow under me and puts my ankles up on his shoulders, so high that he is almost lifting my butt upwards when he leans forward - and boy, does that position ever work well!"

I saw Linda dart a quick side-glance towards me. "Mmm - so I guess he slides inside nice and deep?"

Stacey smiled: "Oh yes - very deep. Of course, as you know he isn't lacking in size anyway."

Linda almost leered. "Yep - you said he has a nice, big cock. That's a real bonus, you lucky bitch!" They both laughed. I could feel a slight, almost sensual wave of humiliation surge through me.

Stacey tilted her head to one side, ostensibly to scratch her ear, and she made direct eye contact with me and said: "Yeah. Some guys got it - and some guys don't." She grinned slightly before turning back to Linda, and the pair smiled at each other and carried on their conversation.

My heart gave a heavy few thumps. Stacey had obviously aimed the jibe at me, and was the first time I knew without doubt that Linda's sister had indeed been informed about my inferior size. The slight wave of humiliation turned into a surge, and I could feel my cock twitching inside my jeans.

Later that night in bed, Linda asked me if Stacey's little dig had turned me on. I foolishly told her it did, and she smiled. I tried unsuccessfully to elicit more information from her, but Linda simply grinned and refused to comment further, except to say: "You always fantasized about one of my friends knowing about your little kinks, Lover. Now Stacey knows - so sit back and enjoy!"

I am unsure how much of this wickedly erotic mind-game between the two was planned, but I had no doubt that Stacey would eagerly participate in teasing and taunting me if Linda asked her. My sister-in-law, as I have said, could be a cock tease when it suited her, and this was just the sort of titillating game that Stacey relished - sexual innuendo, subtle nuances, double-speak, and hidden meanings. Stacey had at times in the past tested her skills on me - not in any serious way, mind you - but if she now had Linda egging her on, I had no doubt that she would readily join in the fun.

The wicked little jibes and taunts between the pair became more common and intense as time went on. During the next three months Stacey visited four more times, and the pair never missed an opportunity to work penis size (or lack thereof) into their conversation, and Linda, in fact, went out of her way to steer the banter in that direction.

One afternoon, their dialog about cock size became so brazen that I felt obliged to make a feeble protest: "Well, size isn't everything." I ventured.

Linda and Stacey shared an amused glance. Stacey leaned back and replied sweetly: "That's what guys with little cocks say just so they wont feel inferior, Tee-cee" Stacey, by the way, had started calling me Tee-cee almost exclusively.

I silently cursed myself for opening my mouth. "Well, I dunno if that's true..." I began. Both sisters shared another smirk. Stacey crossed her long legs and looked up at me.

"Well, Tee-cee," she purred cheerfully. "I've been with guys recently who were average size, and some who were big - like Stephen. I definitely know which I prefer - the bigger the better!" She turned to Linda and wickedly added: "What about you, s*s'? Do you prefer bigger ones?"

Linda grinned: "Well, I wouldn't know." The pair shared another amused glance.

"Ohhh, I see." Stacey said. "Say no more!"

The little exchange left me shaking with a mixture of humiliation and incredible excitement. I feebly excused myself to take a shower before either of them could see the growing bulge in my jeans. It was all I could do not to jerk off as I showered.

In bed that night, Linda reached over and caressed me. I immediately hardened, and Linda giggled. "I see the lil' fella is keen for action!" she chuckled.

I moaned softly, and we kissed deeply for several minutes (which always aroused Linda and made her wet). Linda soon slid her panties off, and eased back on the bed and motioned for me to mount her. I eagerly placed myself between her delicious legs, and stifled a gasp as I drove into her warm, wet pussy. Linda ran her nails down my back and raised her legs, locking her ankles over my back as I begun thrusting into her. I could feel her hot thighs gripping my hips.

She looked up at me and I could see her wide, sensual, teasing smile, and I knew that the fun was about to begin...

"Do you think I need a bigger cock, honey?" she purred softly. It was one of her standard opening statements when she was in 'teasing cuckoldress' mode. I gasped, and replied in the affirmative.

"So you think Stacey is right? Bigger is better?" she whispered.

"Mmm-Hmm!" I hummed.

"Hmm, well that's a coincidence. Stacey wants me to go up and spend a weekend with her at her apartment. Maybe she can find me one of her sexy playmates, hmm?"

"Oh my God!" I moaned. Her wicked words were speedily pulling me to climax far more rapidly than usual, and I was still incredibly hot from the wickedly humiliating verbal exchange earlier that day. I knew I wouldn't last long. I humped her faster, feeling her nails zip up and down my back.

Linda continued her licentious dialog: "And, of course, that would solve the problem of me being seen here, wouldn't it? I could go to the city and play - and nobody would know who I was! Stacey has that spare room in her apartment, so I'd have a nice, quiet place to go if I found a guy I liked. That would be okay, wouldn't it, baby?"

"Jesus, Yes, Yes!" I virtually screamed. Linda's pussy felt like molten honey around my throbbing cock, and climax was nibbling at my toes, rapidly working its way up my ankles. I thrust into her in desperation!

Linda continued: "Actually Stacey has already told me that Stephen has a single friend, and she wants me to meet him. She says he's a hottie, and she's heard he's also got a very big cock! s*s' wants me to go up there next weekend because Stephen's hunky friend has the weekend off work. Isn't that nice of her to be thinking about my needs? She's concerned that your little needle-dick just isn't satisfying me, honey! Isn't that sweet? My big sister's concerned about my needs! You want me to be satisfied, don't you?"

"Christ, YES!" I moaned. My loins tingled as orgasm began its long, delicious sweep upwards.

Linda delivered the coup de grâce in a teasing voice: "Then it's okay for me to go up to Stacey's apartment next weekend, baby? Up to the city, where I'll be free to play? Do you want me to see if Stephen's sexy friend wants to slide his big, hard cock into my tight, creamy pussy?"

"Do it!... DO IT!" I cried as orgasm finally tore through me! My hips slammed down onto her thighs as my cream joyously erupted inside of my wife's warm, dripping honeypot. I could feel her juicy pussy pulsing, almost milking me as I collapsed onto her, panting as my orgasm rippled through me, jerking and contorting my body like a puppet.

Linda cooed to me, and her legs disengaged. She looked up at me and her face was flushed with excitement.

"Aww, did the lil' fella cum too fast?" she giggled. "I didn't cum, baby... Never mind - you know what to do..."

I did indeed. Still shaking and panting, I raised myself off her and slid downwards.

Linda giggled, and whispered: "Lick me, Baby. Suck me clean, and then lick me 'til I cum!"

Of course, I obliged her...

*****

The next morning Linda and I were sat in the kitchen eating breakfast. The carnal eroticism of last night had ostensibly faded - but several times Linda flickered a quick glance towards me, and her soft green eyes and slanted smile brought it all back. It wasn't long before she pushed back her plate, sat back and gave me an appraising look and asked: "So - do you really want me to go up and stay with Stacey this coming weekend?"

I gulped. My most lascivious fantasy - to be cuckolded by my sexy wife - was so close to becoming reality. I trembled slightly. I had heard of "cucky angst" before, and now I was beginning to get my first little taste. In many ways the situation would be as close to ideal as it would ever get to actually experience my most wild fantasy - Linda could take a lover who lived far away, and who would essentially be no threat to our relationship, and she would indeed be free to 'play' up in the city with no prying hometown eyes.

We had discussed the emotional aspects of her "getting some on the side" many times in the past, and we felt that we were both mature and secure enough to handle it, provided that we were totally honest with each other. For years I had fervently imagined just what it would be like if Linda had a lover, and now the possibility seemed so very close - facilitated by my own sister-in-law, no less! Strange times, indeed. My stomach gave a slight flutter as I formulated my response.

"It would be very hot for me to be here at home, and know that you are up there at Stacey's place when I know that she has a lot of attractive and obviously horny male friends." I replied in a soft voice. "Perhaps because I have seen a side of your sister that I never knew existed."

Linda raised an eyebrow. "Stacey has always had a wild, sexy and very kinky side to her, honey. It's just that she has never shown it to many people. God, some of the kinky things she has told me..."

"Eh? What kinky things?" I asked expectantly, leaning towards her with an expression of mock interest.

Linda chuckled and waved me off. "Never mind her kinks, nosey! We're discussing our kinks right now - my trip to the city to become a potential adulteress for the weekend, in fact."

"Well," I began, feeling a familiar tingle begin in my loins. "Like I said - It makes me very hot to know that you'd be up there, and that Stacey knows that you are basically free to 'play'. Jesus, from what you've told me she is practically dying to get you into bed with one of her male entourage!"

Linda laughed softly. "Not quite, honey! Actually, she's very fond of you, and as you know she's aware that you'd love to be 'cuckolded', and I think this intrigues and fascinates her. She actually told me that she would've loved to have been able to 'legally' cuckold her ex-hubby. So? What's it to be, Lover? Do you need a little longer to really think about it? You were kind of under strain" - here Linda smiled broadly - "when you agreed to me going last night."

My face flushed slightly, remembering her impious little monologue last night. "No... I really want you to go... I want to live this fantasy, at least once... Jesus, you know it has been my biggest fantasy for years! I'll be a shaking, quivering wreck waiting here, wondering what you are doing up there!"

Linda grinned again and tilted her head. "Wont you just! Okay - If you are sure, I'll call Stacey later today and let her know that I am coming up to her place this weekend."

"Okay, babe," I replied. It suddenly struck me what I was agreeing to, and my cock twitched inside my pants. Linda arose, and then leaned down to kiss me.

"Okay, honey," she said softly. "I'll make sure that by next Sunday you'll have a lot more to think about than football!" She slid her tip of her tongue around my earlobe, giggled, and then evaded my mock lunge for her.

Linda duly phoned Stacey that afternoon, and Stacey was apparently delighted that Linda would be coming to the city for the weekend.

I am sure many of you can understand the intense state of growing arousal that welled up in me as the working week passed. Linda was due to leave early on Friday evening, and she refused all of my attempts to sleep with her in the interim: "No, honey! You'll wait 'till I get back!" she teasingly told me, wickedly adding: "Anyway - I want to keep myself all hot and fresh for a sexy, new stud!"

At about 6.00pm on Friday, Linda showered and dressed for her trip, and then I watched her pack. Into her small suitcase she placed a couple of changes of casual clothes (jeans, tee-shorts, that sort of thing). But she also packed several other items - some sexy underwear, two mini-skirts, some tight tops and blouses with plunging necklines, a slinky white "fuck-me" dress (which she looked stunning in), and several pairs of high-heels. She even packed black stockings and suspenders!

I must have gasped when I saw her packing this last item, because she looked at me sidelong with her soft, sexy smile. "I don't know if I'll wear these... maybe I'll ask Stacey if she knows if Stephen's friend likes nylons, hmm?" I took a deep breath as the implication sunk in, and Linda giggled, and kissed me quickly before snapping her suitcase shut.

Almost in a trance I was soon carrying her suitcase outside and loading it into the trunk of her car. She gave me a deep, passionate kiss, and told me she loved me, and to take care of myself. She then slid into the driver's seat, and drove off with two fruity horn blasts. I went back into the house with an uncanny tingle flowing through me. I busied myself around the now empty house as best I could.

Just over two hours later the phone trilled.

"Hello, honey!" Linda beamed through the receiver. "I just thought I would let you know that I got here safe and sound. Stacey and I are going out soon to get something to eat, and then we are going to come back here and sit and chill for the night, okay?"

I gulped, a weird mixture of both relief and disappointment flooding through me as I realized that tonight, at least, Linda wouldn't be out partying.

"Okay, honey," I replied. "So you're not going anywhere else tonight?"

"No - Stacey and I are gonna be stay-at-homes tonight!" she chuckled. "And by ourselves, just in case you are wondering! Tomorrow is another matter, though! Tomorrow night Stacey, Stephen and I are going to see a movie, and then maybe head to a bar for a while." Linda let a two or three seconds pass before adding: "OH! And Stephen's friend Adam will be coming too..." Her tinkling giggle echoed down the phone line.

"Oh my God!" I managed to choke. "So Stacey fixed you up a date with him? His name is Adam?" I asked - somewhat redundantly.

"Well, not a date exactly," Linda replied. "Let's just say that Adam has been told I'm off the leash for the weekend, and that I need... companionship." Again her soft chuckle echoed down the line. My cock arose like a hound sensing quarry.

"Okay, honey," I managed to croak. She reminded me to take care of myself, and to "behave", and then rang off.

She called again at about 11.30pm, and we chatted for a few minutes. She said that she was going to bed, and we exchanged endearments and she again rang off.

The night passed slowly, and my dreams were carnally interwoven with what might happen during the weekend - swirling images of Linda's angelic face clenched ecstatically in climax; imagined echoes of her sensual moans and cries of passion. I awoke in a sweat (and with a hard-on), and immediately showered. Saturday morning presented a cloudy visage, and rain fell - although Linda rang early and reported no bad weather in the city thus far. Morning grudgingly became afternoon. My nervous anticipation of what the evening would bring grew steadily.

The afternoon dragged on, and the sun finally appeared from under the clouds, beaming down happily on me before sinking reluctantly, as if it too wanted to enjoy my growing angst. Late afternoon settled in.

The phone trilled at 5:30pm. Linda's voice drifted down the receiver:

"Hello, honey!" she said. I could immediately hear a rumble of conversation in the background. Male voices. I gulped heavily and my pulse quickened.

"Hi, sweets," I replied.

"I just called to let you know we are about to head off to see a flick. After that we're probably going to a local bar for a while, and then go back to Stacey's." To my ears, her voice sounded taut with what was possibly excitement.

"Okay," I said. "Umm, is Adam there?" I asked, my voice somehow not cracking.

Linda giggled softly. "Yes."

My breath caught in my throat. "Is he good-looking?"

"Oh, yes! Extremely, in fact!" came Linda's teasing, tinkling voice.

"Oh Jesus! Are you attracted to him?"

"Definitely! And vice-versa, I think!" I could hear male voices in the background again, and also Stacey calling out to Linda. "I have to go, babe! Call me at Stacey's at about eleven o'clock, ok? We should be back by then, so I'm told!" She blew a quick kiss, and the line clicked off.

I realized I was gripping the receiver tightly, softly panting. My cock had somehow arisen to full potency without me realizing it, and it twitched petulantly, demanding attention. I looked at the clock. Over five hours until 11:00pm.

I wondered how I was going to make it for five long hours, knowing that my very attractive wife was going out with a handsome man in a strange city, and also in the company of a sibling who would, at the very least, turn a blind-eye to any extramarital dalliance that Linda decided to indulge in. Actually, deep down I knew that Stacey would be quite likely to egg Linda on, and eagerly provide Linda and her partner with a private room and a convenient bed! I stopped my train of thought... I would just drive myself insane if I kept it up!

The evening dragged on longer than the day. I sat watching TV, but was unable to concentrate on it. Time seemed to congeal and almost stop. I half-heartedly watched a movie, fiddled with the X-Box, and tried reading a magazine (thankfully not Playboy). The clock eventually ticked over to 10:00pm.

My mind soon began visualizing again. I kept picturing Linda and the mysterious Adam, her apparently handsome and allegedly well hung date, and I wondered if she was sat next to him right now... Was she wearing that oh-so-sexy white "fuck-me" dress? Or a slinky Miniskirt? Were her shapely legs encased in those black stockings? Was she talking intimately with him? Was she kissing him? Were his hands cupping her full breasts? Was she in Stacey's spare room, disrobing for him? Was he at this very moment lowering himself between Linda's parted thighs? Was my wife arching her back as his meaty cock slithered into her tight, creamy pussy?

The wicked, teasing, sensual thrill seeped through me like a heavy d**g, numbing me to almost everything else. My cock alternately arose in expectation, and then reluctantly deflated. Several times I was tempted to lower my jeans, and stroke myself. I somehow overcame the urge... barely.

The clock dribbled around to 10:59pm, and I lifted the phone with shaking hands, and dialed Stacey's number. I waited, and my trembling increased as the phone at Stacey's apartment rang and rang.

At last the line picked up.

"Hello?" said Stacey.

"Hi Stacey" My voice sounded tight even to my own ears.

"Oh! Umm, Hi Tee-cee!... Umm, you want Linda?"

"Yes, please."

"Ummm..." Stacey said slowly. "Well... she's... umm....she's just in the bathroom right now..."

"Oh?" I gasped. I instantly knew that Stacey was stalling, and there could only be one conclusion. My stomach did flip-flops and my heart thumped in my chest. A curious warmth flooded my groin.

Stacey continued. "Errr... I'll get her to call you when... When she gets out, okay? Yeah, when she's done in the bathroom..."

"Ok!" I kind of shrieked my reply, and I thought I heard Stacey stifle a giggle! I struggled on almost in a mechanical daze. "Umm, did you have a good night?"

Stacey chuckled. "A very good night, actually. Linda really enjoyed herself..."

"Ahhh... that's good." My throat felt dry and tight.

"She'll probably tell you all about it when she calls you later, I guess." Stacey's voice had taken on that teasing tone that I knew so well in her younger sister!

"Okay then. Talk to you later, Stacey."

"Okay - Bye Tee-cee!" I heard her giggle, and the line went dead.

I sat there panting in earnest now. Stacey was, at the very least, being economical with the truth - Linda was obviously not in the bathroom... oh my God, was she in Stacey's spare room with Adam? Is that why Stacey had attempted so dismally to cover for her? Was Stacey herself in bed with the well-hung Stephen whilst Linda and Adam were similarly engaged in another bedroom? Was that why it took her so long for her to answer the phone? My stomach again fluttered, and my cock strained against my jeans. My hand drifted down towards it, but with a Herculean effort I restrained myself.

I peered at the clock: 11:02pm ... I waited...

I flicked on the late news and gazed blankly at the images. My heartbeat continually raced, and my head felt light. That strange warmth crept back up into my loins. Minutes ticked past like hours...

The phone trilled suddenly, and in my tense state I jumped. I glanced up at the clock as I reached for the headset: 11:23pm. I raised the receiver to my ear.

"Hello, honey," breathed Linda softly.

"Hi, sweets," I choked. My heart thumped in my chest, and just the sound of her voice caused my cock to harden almost instantly.

"Sorry I couldn't call you back earlier... I was kind of... busy." Her voice was slow and soft, with a husky overtone - just like it always was after sex!

"Oh my God!" I replied in a gasping voice. "Busy? Were you with Adam?"

Linda's sexy giggle flowed thru the line. "Well, let's just say that Adam was here, yes..."

"Did he fuck you?" My cock felt like it was going to explode.

Linda gave another sensuous giggle. "My, my! So eager to know, aren't you? Before I answer that? Tell me - are you hard, honey? Is your little cock all stiff for me?"

"Jesus, yes!" I croaked.

"Are you still fully clothed, Lover?"

"Yes," I answered.

"Then undo your pants and slide them down... your briefs, too...slide them off..."

I hastened to obey her, rising and wriggling in the chair to slide the denim and cotton off, my pulse rushing in my ears. My jeans and briefs slid down past my thighs, and my cock triumphantly sprang free. My balls felt suddenly hot in the cool night air.

"My jeans are off." I muttered hoarsely into the receiver.

"Good! Now - wrap your hand around your little cock, but don't stroke just yet..." Linda's voice was soft and rhythmic, hypnotizing me. I did as she asked, and I moaned softly as my fingers closed firmly around my cock. It was very hot, and very firm.

"Mmm, so you are holding it for me? Does your little dick feel so very hard?"

"Yes!" I gasped. It was ALL I could do not to stroke it, to jerk it rapidly...

"Ok... now... Start stroking... Slowly... Gently... Softly... and ask me that naughty little question again..."

"Jesus Christ! Did he fuck you, Linda? Please!"

Her teasing giggle seemed to go on forever before her answer drifted through the line:

"Stroke a little faster, Baby... but don't cum... not yet... Are you sure you really want to know the answer to that delicious little question?"

"Yes, Yes! I need to know if he fucked you, Linda! Please! Please!"

She answered softly: "Don't you want to know if he kissed me first? Or if he stood behind me and kissed my neck? You know how much that turns me on, don't you? Or if he unbuttoned that white dress you love me wearing so much? Or if he slid his warm hand into my panties and cupped my pussy? Or if he unhooked my bra, and licked my tits allllll over? Or if I went down on my knees for him - and sucked his lonnnng, thick, juicy cock?"

All I could do was expel a moan of sheer carnal passion into the receiver. I was now shaking so much that I almost dropped the headset.

"Are you close to shooting your little load, baby? Are you close to exploding for your ever, ever so naughty little wife?"

"Yes! Oh my God, I'm so close, Linda! Please tell me!" In fact, I could feel my orgasm hovering deep under my pelvis, dancing just out of reach, but so eager to spring and overcome me. I yearned for its sweet release!

"Stroke it hard and fast now, Baby... I want to hear you moan for me... I want to hear you panting for me as you wonder what Adam did to me tonight... I want you to imagine that even as you were talking to Stacey on the phone, he might have been fucking me... That just as you dialed here, he may have been on top of me, my legs spread wide for him, me begging him to give it to me... Stroke your tiny cock hard and fast for me now, lover..."

I jerked myself rapidly, sending waves of pure ecstasy through me. Thin strings of pre-cum and semen began trickling from the eye of my tormented cock, my jerking hand causing the rivulets to flick onto the coffee table, and onto my thighs and wrist. Climax smoothly slithered up my legs and into my groin, growing stronger with each hard, fast, delicious stroke! "Oh, Jesus! Oh, fuck! Linda? I'm gonna cum! I'M GONNA CUM!" I wailed softly, almost a desperate cry of anguish, and felt a stronger spurt of pre-cum flick wetly against my leg.

Her voice flowed over me like molten silk: "You're gonna cum now, are you? Okay then - here's your answer... Did Adam FUCK me?" She giggled sensuously. "YESSSSS... Adam FUCKED me, Little one!... Hard... Long... and so, SO DEEP! Satisfied with the answer? Because I sure was! Mmmmmm! His long, thick cock reached deeper inside me than yours ever will!"

I practically screamed as my climax ripped through me! Semen flew in a creamy arc as strong, rhythmic surges of wicked, almost depraved pleasure tore through me! My climax grew and grew until it exploded, dwarfing everything else. All the time Linda's wicked, teasing little giggle drifted through the receiver, sending me on and on...

*****



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sister Act
by Micky_D (Cuck, Wife, T & D, Humil)

Page 2


I awoke on Sunday morning still trembling inside. The realization that only hours ago another man had sampled Linda's delicious body reeled through me. How did I feel? Hot, nervous, jumpy, horny, anxious, excited - all rolled into one. Cucky angst indeed...

Linda had rung off last night as I was still recovering from the mind-blowing climax that she had induced. She told me she loved me, and that she would be home about mid-morning the next day. I heard the phone click off, and somewhat shakily arose from the chair and pulled up my briefs and jeans, and then guiltily wiped clean the strings of pre-cum and semen that decorated the coffee table and the floor - the visual signs that my cuckolding was now a reality. In a daze I made my way to bed.

As I lay in bed, my hand slithered down to my cock, almost of its own accord. I jerked off again, recalling her words, and the overwhelming rush of delicious helplessness, angst and sexual excitement that they caused. I could almost hear her long, sensual, teasing giggle after she had told me that Adam had fucked her. I must have climaxed within thirty seconds.

I spent the morning still tense and excited and I busied myself as best I could as I waited for Linda's arrival. I eventually heard her car pull into the driveway. My heart thumped in my chest.

When Linda walked in through the front door she looked at me for a few seconds, and then embraced me tightly, pressing her lips to mine. Her tongue tasted like nectar as it slid into my mouth, and I sucked on it. She was trembling slightly, or it might have been me.

She broke the kiss, and whispered: "Is everything okay, honey? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, babe - I'm fine, if that's what you mean..."

"You aren't angry, or jealous, or upset in any way?"

"No, baby - you just fulfilled a fantasy that I have had for a very long time... it was the hottest thing that I have ever experienced... I am still shaking, as you can maybe feel..."

Linda smiled softly and took my hand. "Mmmm... come with me, lover..."

She led me to our bedroom, and we kissed passionately once more. Within minutes we had feverishly undressed each other, and I was soon poised above her as she guided my cock to her warm, wet honeypot. Uttering a long, soft moan, I thrust downwards between her outstretched thighs. Her pussy engulfed my cock, it's heat drawing another stifled gasp from me. Linda looked up into my eyes:

"So you don't mind that Adam fucked me, honey?"

"Jesus, no! It's driving me out of my mind!"

"Good! Then fuck me like he did, baby..."

She writhed under me as we made very hot, passionate love. You, the reader, will perhaps understand that with all the erotic stimulation of the previous week or so, I was unable to last long between her soft, silky legs. I was moaning her name within a minute as my seed exploded inside her...

As I lay beside her panting in afterglow, I guiltily realized that Linda hadn't climaxed, of course. I fully expected her to ask me to go down on her (something I was very keen to do, actually). Instead, she lay looking at me.

"Baby?" she began, "I have a very naughty confession to make..."

My heart thumped. "Umm... what, honey?"

She smiled softly. "Well, I kind of told you a little white lie last night..."

"Yeah?" I waited in tense anticipation.

"Well, it's like this. Adam didn't fuck me. He wasn't even there when you called. In fact, after the flick we went to a pub, had one drink, and then the guys - Stephen and Adam - dropped Stacey and I back at her place at about 10 o'clock. They only stayed about fifteen minutes or so because they had to be up at 4.00am for a fishing trip, so they headed off early. When you called me, Stacey and I were totally alone, baby."

I felt stunned, and I must have looked it. What the hell was going on?

"Umm," I stammered. "Then why did you tell me that you and he fucked, Linda?"

"I will explain, baby," she began. "I know this has been a huge fantasy of yours for a long, long time - your biggest fantasy, in fact - and we have talked about it, and we have agreed that we could both handle it. But I guess I wanted to make sure that you wouldn't go insane with jealousy or resentment after it actually happened. Think of last night as one final test - a last chance for us both to see how we would handle it. I wanted you to really believe that I had done it, and experience what it would be like if I did hook up with another guy, and for you to have time to think about it later - a very good think. Do you understand?"

I was flooded with a curious mixture of grateful relief and disappointment - but I could certainly see what my wife was driving at. In her position, I would perhaps feel the same, and I couldn't blame her for wanting to ensure that our relationship wouldn't be damaged if we decided to bring this fantasy to life.

"Yes - I understand," I replied. "And you don't have to worry. Of course, I was a little jealous, but that didn't last long. I was mainly so very hot for you, and you not being here just made it worse... So, umm - Did I pass the test?"

Linda lowered her eyelashes and smiled: "You passed it very well, actually. You had a whole long night to think about me being with another man, and it seems you are - or were - handling it extremely well!"

"Jesus! You wouldn't have said that if you could have seen me last night... I was a nervous, jittery, horny wreck..."

Linda laughed. "I could tell that you were, even over the phone, lover! Even Stacey told me that you sounded like you were panting, and your voice was tight."

I raised an eyebrow. "So Stacey knew about this all along too?" I remembered Stacey's poor job of trying to stall for Linda, and how she seemed to be attempting to hold back her delight during our brief phone conversation, and her wicked little giggle as she hung up.

"Of course!" Linda replied with a smile. "If a girl can't rely on her sister's help in becoming an adulteress, then who can she rely on? It was her, in fact, who suggested that I give you a little 'test' to see how well you handled me being with another guy."

"You're k**ding me!" I gasped.

"No, honey. Stacey and I came up with the little plot last week. She was almost as excited about doing it as I was."

"The kinky bitch!"

Linda chuckled. "I told you she has a kinky side, Lover. We had a good, long chat about you! She came up with a few more kinky ideas over the weekend, too. Ideas that could be put into effect if you handled the last little test..." Linda smiled enigmatically.

I looked at her. "So - you both have decided to cuckold me?"

Linda gave me one of her smoldering, sexy looks: "Maybe we have... Oh! I should tell you that Adam and I did kiss for about two or three minutes before he left, lover... is that ok?"

I drew in a sharp breath. "So you actually kissed him?"

"Yes, lover - I did. It was just a goodbye kiss... but it kinda lasted a bit longer than just a quick peck..." Linda finished with a teasing giggle.

I gulped. "Is that right?"

Linda nodded. "Yes. And after the kiss? He said that he hoped he'd see me again sometime..."

I stifled a soft moan. "What did you tell him?"

Linda's eyelids dropped slightly and she smiled sweetly. "I told him I hoped so, too"

A soft, warm tremor slithered through my loins, and this time I couldn't stifle a soft moan.

"Aww, did that excite you, Little one?" Linda purred.

"Yes!"

"Good," Linda arched her back, and her thighs parted slightly. "Now, lover... The last few days have made me extremely frisky, too, so why don't you show me what else you can do with your tongue apart from talking, hmm?" She drew her knees upwards, and spread her legs wide: "Lick me, lover... Make me scream and make me cream..."

The bedroom was shortly ringing with her soft moan and cries as I enthusiastically obliged her.

*****

Over the next several days we discussed the episode in a lot more detail. Linda told me that Adam was a very good-looking guy of 28, and who did seem to find her attractive - a point later confirmed by Stacey during a phone call to Linda. Stacey told my wife that Adam thought she was "hot", had "great legs and a gorgeous butt", and had told Stacey that if Linda was ever up in the city again then he would be more than happy to tag along. The information made my stomach flutter.

Linda was flattered: "I told Stacey to tell him I would be very pleased to see him again... that's okay, isn't it, honey?" Linda asked me with a coy, teasing smile. My heart thumped in my chest, and my cock - possibly sensing more games to its liking - arose cheerfully inside my pants.

Linda and Stacey spoke several more times on the phone during the next few days, including a couple of times when I wasn't at home. I always wondered what the pair discussed whilst I was absent. On the day of the pair's most recent phone conversation, Linda engaged me in some interesting erotic banter as we lay in bed that night.

"Baby? I have a question for you..." she began as she leaned up on her elbow. "If I take a lover, where do you think the hottest place would be for me to sleep with him? Location wise, I mean?"

The question took me aback. "Jesus - Well... I guess you know that I have always loved the thought of seeing you with a guy on our couch while I watched from the kitchen..." My cock, with an almost Pavlovian response, began to harden.

Linda nodded. "Okay - So you love the thought of me playing here at home?"

"Yes... Very much..."

"What about if some guy fucked me in our bedroom... in our bed?"

I had at times played out that kinky little scenario in my mind, too. There was almost an extra-added 'sting' to the thought of some well-hung guy banging Linda in our very own bed - almost a final symbol of her total sexual surrender to another man.

I nodded again. "That would be hot, too... very hot..."

Linda smiled her teasingly enigmatic smile again. "It would be, wouldn't it?" She reached down towards me, and found me hard inside my briefs.

"Oh! The lil' fella likes the idea, too!" she giggled. "Slide your briefs off..."

I did as she asked, she did likewise, and soon we were kissing deeply, our naked bodies pressing together. She rolled onto her back, and motioned for me to mount her. I quickly obliged, and as soon as I entered her warm wetness she gasped and returned to the previous topic.

"So the thought of me being fucked in this very bed excites you, lover?"

"Yes!" I moaned, thrusting myself deeply inside her.

"Would it drive you crazy to know that some hot stud was driving his big cock deep inside me while you waited in the front room, baby?"

"Jesus, yes! I'd love it!"

"Or maybe that while you were out for an hour or two, I was making very good use of our bedroom to screw him? Would it get you all hard, Lover? Would it make your little dick all stiff for your wicked little wife?"

"Oh my God! Jesus, Jesus yes!" The carnal imagery was driving me insane, actually. I plunged into her with greater fervor

"Mmm... What if I told you that Adam was coming down this way soon..."

"Oh, Jesus!" I moaned, feeling a poignant throb of delicious angst sweep through me. "Is he really coming here? Is he?"

"He might be, lover..." Linda teased softly, her own voice shaking with arousal. "If he does, then maybe I should ask Stacey to see if he wants to hook up with me again, hmm? Would that be okay, lover?"

"Ooooh, yes!"

"So you really want me to ask Stacey to arrange an evening out for us all? Remember, this isn't a test anymore, Little one!"

"Do it!... Do it!"

"Mmmm... Then I'd better tell you that he is coming around this way next weekend, lover. Stacey is coming next weekend too - want me to tell Stacey to see if she can hook us up?"

"OH, Jesus... Yes!... YES!... DO IT!... PLEASE!"

Linda wrapped her legs around my back, arching her back to match my thrusts into her. "Okay, lover," she gasped, her own voice shaking with her own excitement, rising in volume in time with my thrusts into her. "Then next weekend, expect your fantasy to finally become real - in the most kinky, wicked little way... 'Cause if he comes down, and we hook up? I'll make sure he does FUCK ME - in this bed." She looked into my eyes, and hissed: "And I'll make you fuckin' WAIT as we do it!"

Her fervent deep kisses that followed weren't enough to stop my moans from escaping as a powerful orgasm shook me...

*****

The next day Linda and I arose rather late in the morning. Being a Sunday, we had nothing much planned, and just chilled for a while. Well, Linda chilled - I, on the other hand, was in a state of soft, bubbling ferment. Linda sensed this of course, and knew exactly why. She gently fended off most of my questions about Adam's visit to the locality, except to say that her plan would involve all four of us going out for the evening. I knew she was evilly stalling just to raise the teasing ante.

"I will call Stacey a bit later today," she finally told me. "And I will see what she says about sexy Adam joining us for a while..."

I ventured another indirect question: "Why is Adam coming down this way for, anyway?"

"From what I understand, his uncle owns a farm somewhere around here, and he is going there over the weekend to help out, or something. I don't know the full details, honey." She flickered her sexy grin at me. "Maybe he will spend some of his weekend sowing some wild oats, hmm?" My stomach fluttered. My God, this woman knew how to drive me nuts!

Just after 1.00pm I had to leave for an hour or two in order to help a friend of mine with repairs on his car.

At the front door, Linda kissed me as I left. "Take care, sweetie. By the way, I'll call Stacey while you're gone, and see what I can find out about next weekend, okay?" She smiled sweetly at me, giggled, and closed the front door.

I arrived home about three hours later. Linda greeted me with a kiss, and I saw a trace of a coy smile on her lips.

"So," I began nonchalantly, feeling anything but nonchalant on the inside. "Did you get in contact with Stacey?"

"Why, yes - I did," Linda replied, her smile now broadening. "Wanna know the full details?"

"Yes," I replied in a tight voice.

"Okay - in a nutshell, here's what happened. I called Stacey, who then called Adam. Stacey called me back about 30 minutes later. Adam is going to his uncle's farm early next Saturday morning, and he told Stacey that he would love to meet us later that night in town, or wherever. So is that okay, Lover?" She grinned coyly at me.

I swallowed: "Yes." My cock twitched. "It's driving me crazy, as you probably know..."

"Oh, I know it is!" Linda laughed softly. "One other thing?" she added with another teasing grin. "When Stacey was talking to him, she dropped a very naughty and very subtle little hint that I sometimes 'played', honey - even though I'm married. She wants to know that when she talks to him again if she can drop a few less subtle hints..."

"Oh my God!" I choked. As I have stated, Stacey loved crafty word games, double-entendre, and suggestive nuances. I could well imagine Stacey working a few lascivious intimations into her chat with Adam. "What did she tell him?"

"She told him something along the lines that 'my little sister can sometimes be a little bit naughty when she's out partying'... something like that. As I said, it was fairly subtle - but just know that Stacey, if I asked her to, would let fly a few more suggestive remarks so that would leave him in no doubt that, under the right circumstances, I am... very available and quite able to 'play', shall we say. Want me to tell Stacey to drop him a few more hints, lover? Like I said last night, this isn't a test anymore, lover - so think about it for a while if you like..."

I felt a faint lascivious warmth slither up my thighs and into my groin. "Yes. Tell her to carry on..." I heard myself say. I could scarcely believe that my sister-in-law was actually helping to steer another man into Linda's hot embrace! I found that the situation aroused in me a delicious mix of intense sexual excitement and wickedly helpless humiliation. In many ways, my little fantasy about one of Linda's female friends being aware that Linda was allowed to 'play' had been reached, and far surpassed. Stacey, it seemed, was now actively engaged in helping Linda to cuckold me!

Linda tilted her head and giggled. "Okay then, Honey. You know what Stacey's like, and I'm sure my big s*s' will have a lot of fun hinting to Adam that I might be more than willing to 'play'..."

The working week began slowly. Linda and I had made love on Sunday night, but from that point on Linda teasingly decided to remain chaste until the weekend. In my increasingly aroused state as the week slowly passed, I was almost begging her by Thursday night. She would simply smile her teasing little smile, and say something like: "No, Baby... I want you all hot and frisky for the weekend... Besides - imagine how tight I will be for you by then, hmm?" She would then giggle, and add something like: "Or maybe not so tight, depending on what happens..."

On Friday, Linda and Stacey spoke on the phone whilst I was out for an hour. When I got back, Linda was eager to tell me the latest news:

"Well, everything's all set. Little one!" she told me. "Stacey called Adam, and he's still going to his uncle's farm tomorrow morning. Stace' will get here in the morning, and Adam is going to call her cell phone when he's all done whatever it is he has to do at the farm. Then he'll drive over here and meet Stacey in town. You still okay with everything?"

I swallowed. "Yeah, babe.... Jesus, do you have any idea what this is doing to me?" I asked.

Linda grinned. "Oooh, yeah - I do, honey! I don't think I've ever seen you so frisky, lover! Well, just to push you a little further along? Stacey did drop a few more 'hints' to him about me during their last call, apparently."

"Jesus, really? What did she say to him?" My throat felt suddenly tight.

"Well... Let's just say that Stace' told Adam that I'm perfectly free to 'play' lover - and with your knowledge and permission." Linda finished with a teasing little smile.

"Oh my God!" I croaked. My cock arose like a rocket on a launch pad. "That's hardly a 'hint', is it?"

Linda grinned. "I guess not, Little one... but it sets the stage rather nicely, don't you think? And I know that you find what Stacey is doing is turning you on a lot! Admit it..."

I took a deep breath. "Ok, I admit it... Having my own sister-in-law help you to 'cuck' me is a turn-on... I can't explain why, but knowing that she's practically setting you up with another guy just adds to it all... it's very powerful..."

Linda giggled. "Stacey had it all planned, Lover... I can assure you that it's going to drive you absolutely insane..."

"What have you planned?"

"Ohh, if I told you then that would spoil it, Little one! Wait 'till Saturday night, and all will be revealed..."

*****

Adam, as it turned out, was a tall, dark-haired guy with a breezy and easygoing manner. I would have taken an instant liking to him if not for the fact that within a few hours he might wind up bedding with my wife.

It was 8.00pm on Saturday night, and Adam, Stacey, Linda and I were ensconced around a semi-circular table set into a wall booth in one of the local watering holes in town. You know the kind, where the seat is one continuous soft-cushioned, high-backed half-moon that follows the contour of the table. We were sat in this precise order - Adam and Linda, followed by Stacey and myself - either by accident, or by Stacey's devious design, as it was she who had ushered us into the booth as though she were herding neatly dressed, well-coiffed chickens.

However - I am getting ahead of myself...

Stacey had arrived at the house just before midday on Saturday morning, and had greeted me warmly, but with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Linda, Stacey and I had spent the afternoon just chilling and shooting the shit about the usual mundane things with rarely a hint of what had been covertly planned for the forthcoming evening, or, in fact, the events of two weeks previously. You, the reader, will of course understand that I was by now aroused to a very high degree, and I did my best to disguise the fact that I was a trembling, frisky basket case.

The only implications of what was planned for tonight came via Stacey's occasional snippets of double-entendre and witty hidden meanings. Despite my obviously aroused state, I was surprised to find that I eagerly joined in the game of subtle oral ping-pong, to which both Linda and Stacey keenly responded. From time to time Stacey would look at me with a curious, almost indiscernible smile - as if to say: "You know what's going down, and I know what's going down, but we aren't gonna say anything about it to each other, are we?" A part of me was impishly tempted to brazenly ask Stacey something like: "Hey, Stace'?... Is Adam gonna fuck my wife tonight, or what?"

But of course, that would spoil the languid, teasing ambience that has nestled comfortably over the whole affair. I discovered that I was relishing the situation - where everything between Linda, Stacey and I seemed sweetly normal; yet just below the surface we all played a subtle little game of verbal hide and seek. We all knew that Linda and Adam would very likely to 'hook-up' tonight - but the knowledge was kept latent, hidden just out of reach, with Stacey playing the role of ringmaster and seemingly loving every minute of it. I was still trying to puzzle out what Linda and Stacey had planned; It was a mind fuck - but oh, how deliciously sweet it was...

Of course, I was also scared that if I mischievously asked Stacey the crude question mentioned above, then she would simply offer me a sweet smile, and reply: "Why, of course he is!"

The agenda for the evening, so I learned, was thus: Stacey would meet Adam at a local bar at about 6.30, and then Linda and I would join them a little later. Why we couldn't all meet up at once, I didn't know - but I suspect that Stacey wanted a final quiet chat with Adam before Linda and I joined them. We would then dine at the pub, have a few drinks, and retire back here to watch a DVD. Sounds simple enough...

As the afternoon drifted toward evening, o, by 6.00pm, the three of us had showered and dressed in readiness for our jaunt into town. Just before 6.30pm, Stacey's cell phone trilled, and she soon announced to Linda and I that Adam was waiting at the bar in town for her, and she presently left to meet him.

In the meantime, Linda busied herself by retouching her makeup, and then she kissed me, and asked: "Honey? You are sure you want this?"

I gulped and somehow found my voice. "Yeah, baby... I have want