Hi everyone! If this is your first time reading my stories, please stop and read the earlier ones. They will help you understand how we got to the events that I'm going to share today ... and, I think, they will help to make this one even better.



Each one is just another piece of the puzzle that is our marriage. Every piece has it's one perfect hole to fill. Without one or two of the pieces, the picture is incomplete and so the whole of it will be less enjoyable than when you see it complete.



But to give a bird's eye view recap:



I'm Lexi and my cuckold/husband is Steve.



We started this journey towards a happy and fulfilling, but alternative marriage when I finally acted on years of sexual frustration. My husband, as great as he is in every other area as my husband, lacked the aggression and the equipment to fully satisfy me. That led me to make the somewhat spontaneous mistake of having an affair with my black neighbor. This Adonis of a man was Robert. He opened my eyes to the wonders of sex with a man who is built like a man and possesses an equally manly drive to thoroughly please a woman. But as amazing as the sex was, it could not cover the guilt of cheating on my husband and best friend. So I confessed. Over time, Steve came to understand that it really was just about sex. He also came to learn that he had some pretty blatant cuckold turn ons. I think men with small penises are predisposed to being a cuckold because they can never truly bring their wife the kind of satisfaction she brings him. That was Steve. Once I learned more about him and what was going on inside his pervy, little cuckold mind, I used it to slowly free those cuckold desires through conditioning. It hasn't been easy because he has resisted every step of his development. But I'm happy to say, I've been rather successful!



But where we are to this point, is that Steve has agreed to let me continue seeing Robert. He's allowed Robert to fuck me in our own bed while he's at work and he has admitted that it would be hot to see me and Robert together.



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On the Saturday following the Thursday that Steve admitted to me that he fantasized about watching Robert fuck me, we were doing our normal Saturday stuff.



As most Saturdays, we started at our local Farmer's Market. Its one of our favorite things to do. We walk around holding hands and goofing on each other and buying yummy foods and vegetables. Then we came home and worked a bit in the yard. Recently, we had some new baby chicks and I wanted to clear out a spot for a new chicken coop and run. The chickens aren't Steve's favorite but I am and he likes working in the yard, so we got most of that done. After that, we showered and cleaned up and laid around the house for a few hours and then like most weekends ... we went out to one of our favorite Mexican food places for an early dinner.



We found this gem of a restaurant several years ago and fell in love with it immediately. Its a bit of a whole-in-the-wall kind of place with a long narrow space with tables running down the middle that are all set really close together. I guess they do that to maximize the amount of people who can eat there at one time, but the way that people are packed in there kind of makes for an intimate atmosphere that I really enjoy. Its super cute and quaint and besides that... the queso is amazing!



On this particular day we were seated in the middle of the seating area with a really, sweet, older couple on one side of us and two 40-something women on the other side. The space between the tables is just barely enough for a waitress to squeeze through so conversations are less than private. I could hear the older couple talking about their last weekend with their grandkids and the two ladies talking about work ... I gathered that they were both nurses. Yeah, the tables are that close!



While we were eating our chips and queso, before the food arrived, I was starting to feel a little daring. Since Thursday's admission, I had sweetly and almost incessantly teased Steve about what its going to be like for him to watch me and Robert. The cuck anxiousness (not angst yet) was building at a pretty steady pace, but, until that moment in the restaurant, I hadn't spoken about when or how or where it would be.



For some reason, I thought this was the perfect time for that.



Whenever these thoughts enter my mind, a rush of adrenaline surges through me to the point that all I can think about is exerting my sweet dominance over Steve. I'm not sure what it is, but when sex or any subject surrounding sex comes up — when I look at Steve now all I can see is the cuckold side of him. And when that happens, its virtually impossible for me to be dissuaded from what I want to do. This was one of those times — but because this "out in the open stuff" was kind of new territory for me and for us, I was able to temper it a little.



Anyway, back to the restaurant!



"Sooooooo ..."



Dipping my chip in the queso and then munching it ...



"God I love their queso! Isn't it so yummy! —— Oh and I was thinking that Robert could come over tomorrow."



Steve's eyes got very big as he was about to agree with me about the queso. But with the follow up statement, he started to squirm a bit in his chair. He looked to the older couple, kind of side-eyed, and then to the two ladies on the other side ... trying to determine if they were listening.



I smiled my cute little mischievous smile that he knows so well and reached over to grab his hand ...



In a low voice, I said ...



"Its okay. We're just talking baby."



Under the table, I slipped my sandal off and lightly ran my cute little foot up the inside of his leg. The tables don't have tablecloths, so even subtlety wouldn't hide it. But my sexy move had the opposite effect on him. It put him even more on edge.



He tried to hush me.



"Lexi, we can talk about this later."



There was a certain amount of adorable pleading in his voice.



"I know baby. I'm just thinking that it would be a good time for you to meet him ... you know ... before ..."



Leaning closer to him across the little table I whispered ...



"...before the real thing."



Steve just stared. He was stiff and uncomfortable. I think sitting in that chair at that moment was the last place he wanted to be! But I knew this would be a good time to get him to agree to meeting Robert.



Now to give some context: Steve has obviously seen Robert around the neighborhood. I mean, we're neighbors, right? Before the affair, he had actually talked to Robert on a few occasions at neighborhood social gatherings. But since the affair — as far as I knew — they had never spoken to each other.



Because of that, for both Steve's and Robert's sake, I really wanted them to meet. For one, it would make it more comfortable for Steve if he'd already hung out with Robert in our house in a more informal setting. And Robert needed this casual setting too. He had never been involved with a cuckold couple, which means he had never had sex with a man's wife in front of her husband.



That little tidbit will come into play in later stories.



Soooooo ...



"I'd really rather talk about this at home, Lex."



Gripping his hand tighter,



"I know. But you won't want to ... you never want to ... so I'd like to talk about it now."



He stared ... knowing I wasn't going to stop.



I leaned back, letting go of his hand and sliding my foot between his legs again. He put his hand down to stop me from going any higher and tried to push it down. I relented and pulled my foot back.



"So I was thinking he could come for lunch. Nothing big. I could make some sandwiches or something or maybe you could grill hamburgers or something. Nothing big. You like grilling."



Steve just kept looking side to side hoping for the ceiling to cave in and kill us all.



"But it would give us chance to just hang out together. You know, before things get more ... ummmm ... intimate."



He was growing more impatient and anxious and I was growing bolder.



I reached for my unsweet tea, wrapped my lips and the straw and drew a sip watching him squirm ... I think he even started to sweat a little .



"You did say you'd want that ... right?"



He wasn't going to answer and I was positively glowing now.



"Right, Cu— I mean Steve?"



Finally he spoke, knowing that I was going to push this until I got him to answer me.



"Yes, Lex. Now can we just eat or talk about something else."



He was starting to get a little mad at me ... I could hear it.



"Yes, of course baby. But just to be clear — do you mean yes, I can invite Robert over for lunch tomorrow before the real thing? Or, yes you said you wanted that, generally speaking?"



"Yes, Lex ... just drop it for now."



I reached under the table and into my purse for my phone and started texting ...



"Ok, I'll just tell him now. Ok? Is 2 o'clock okay?"



"Lexi!" he whispered loudly, with some urgency in his voice.



Still staring down at my phone while I texted Robert...



"This will make us all more comfortable for when you know the real thing happens and you get to watch him ..."



I looked up just then ...



"... and me —"



I looked him dead in the eyes and then I mouthed the word



"... fuck ..."



I hit send, put my phone down on the table, leaned forward again and held his hand, smiled and quietly said ...



"Thanks cuck."



I slid my foot higher and this time he let me. I ran it all the up his leg to his crotch and pressed to feel if he was hard. He was!



I giggled,



"I think you like this. Tell me you like this."



"If I say yes will you stop?"



I nodded with a huge, knowing grin on my face, "If you mean it when you say it."



"Fine. Yes. Now stop."



I didn't want to. The two women next to us were trying not to make it obvious that they were listening, but they weren't doing a very good job of it and that was not lost on either Steve or myself. Steve's reaction went into my memory vault to use at a later date. The older couple heard nothing, as far as I could tell.



But I figured that was enough for today. So I removed my foot from his little hard-on, slipped on my sandal and we resumed our lunch.



The drive home was so much fun. I was so turned on by what we did. I just couldn't let it pass. As we got into the car and drove home, I laid my head on his shoulder and reached for his crotch, unzipped his pants and reached inside holding him. He had a little bit of precum already coating the head.



"So what turned you on the most?"



"Lexi ..."



"Just tell me. I'm going to make your little dick cum in my hand but I just want to know. Was it because you really are going to watch a real man with his big black cock fucking me?"



I slowly stroked him. He was squirming and trying to concentrate on the road.



"Or was it that those two women know you're a cuckold?"



"Fuck Lexi ... what are you...."



"Just tell me. Or was it both?"



I started to hold him tighter and sliding my hand a little faster.



"Tell me cuck. Tell me now. Is it watching me with a real man who can make me scream and shake or was it being exposed to two complete strangers?"



He started breathing heavier and heavier and then he just couldn't hold out any longer ... he exploded with 3 or 4 little spurts.



I giggled and wiped my hand on his underwear ... I leaned up and kissed him,



"Thanks baby. I think I have my answer. I love you."



It was such a fun day!



The next day was a little more tense ... for all of us.



Robert had texted me in the morning, wondering about what he was going to be walking into. I reassured him that Steve wasn't angry with him and that this was a necessary step for all of us. He was nervous but he agreed.



Steve was also uneasy. He woke up early, as always, and piddled around outside for a while ... coming in every now and then ... but only to pace around ... he was trying to distract himself. Nothing worked. He was up and down all day. I did my best to calm him and convince him that everything was going to be okay and that Robert was as nervous as he was. It didn't really help.



Compared to them, I was pretty calm. I was nervous too. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't. But I knew that we had to do this and that it would help ease all three of us into the next phase of Steve's cuckolding and our marriage.



2 o'clock came and Steve and I were sitting on the couch when Robert rang the doorbell. I stood up, faced Steve, leaned over him and lightly kissed him,



"Its going to be fine, baby. I promise. Nothing is going to happen today, ok?"



He nodded.



I walked to the door and let Robert in.



I hadn't really planned this (which is rare for me — I plan everything! Steve says I can't even go to bed without making a list). But at that moment, I wanted to kind of jolt everyone past their nerves so I leaned in close to Robert and wrapped my arms around him, put my chin on his chest, smiled and looked up into his shocked face and said,



"Hi lover. Kiss me."



He looked at Steve for a moment, until I squeezed him and said,



"Just kiss me. Please."



He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to mine. It wasn't a passionate kiss in the least. Our tongues never touched. But the setting of that kiss still melted me.



Knowing that my husband was watching another man's lips kissing his wife's for the very first time was sending a thrill through my body that I just can't explain. It was a short kiss, but it is one I will never forget. It took everything I had in me to not exert my dominance over Steve, but I controlled myself.



When the kiss ended, I slid my hands down his back and squeezed his butt and laughed ...then I took Robert's hand and led him into the living room where Steve was sitting. He sat down on one couch and I sat down next to Steve across from him.



Our living room is really big and open with a fireplace at the end of it. The room is so big, that to make it more comfortable for talking, the couches are arranged pretty much around the fireplace. So they are fairly close together with a large coffee table between them.



Anyway, I sat down next to Steve because I really wanted both of them to know that no matter what Robert could do to me sexually, I was still Steve's girl and nothing would ever change that. So as we talked, I just sat there hugging Steve's arm and cuddled up next to him.



Never once did any of us mention sex or the big event that was soon coming. We just talked. Steve talked about his glory days playing college basketball. Robert listened and was genuinely interested, asking him questions. It bored me. I've heard those stories at least a hundred times



We ate and then talked some more until it was time for Robert to leave.



While we didn't talk about sex, sex was constantly on my mind. I mean the only man that ever satisfied me (at that point ) was sitting just a few feet away from where i was sitting with my cuckold — who I desperately wanted to witness how I respond to a man who is properly equipped for pleasure! I was secretly going crazy.



Steve and I both walked Robert to the door, and when we said our goodbyes — I hugged Robert again and held him tight. Again, I put my chin on his chest, smiled and said,



"Kiss me. I want my husband to see."



He leaned down to kiss me and when he did, I reached up and held the back of his head ... sliding my tongue between his lips. He surprised me by sliding his hands down my back and grabbing my butt with one of his large, black hands. My kiss grew more urgent as I pressed myself to him and sucked his tongue further into my mouth ... wrapping my lips around them and then swirling my tongue around his again. I wanted to do so much more — but I knew this wasn't the time.



I pulled away — smiled and said "There's more where that came fro—" and he left.



I turned to Steve and held his hand ... pulled him into the living room.



"God I wanted him to fuck me right now."



Steve was clearly turned on ... I had planned on denying Steve until he actually witnessed me with Robert — but I just couldn't.



"Lay down on the floor. Now."



He did and I straddled his face ... sliding my pussy, that Robert had made so wet, all over his face from chin up to his nose ...



"Tell me you're my cuckold."



I pulled up and sat back ... running my fingers through his hair as I looked down into his eyes.



"I'm you're cuckold."



I smiled ... "god I'm so hot right now."



"Tell me you want to see Robert fuck me."



"I want to see him fuck you."



"You're so easy when you're turned on."



"You wanted him to do it now, didn't you?"



"Yes, Lexi."



I kept smiling.



"You liked watching him kiss me, didn't you?"



"Yes."



Still smiling — running my fingers through his hair.



"I'm gonna fuck your face until I cum and then I'll suck your little dick. K?"



I quickly slid up onto his face and grabbed his hair with both hands ... sliding my pussy, slowly but hard over his mouth ...



"Stick your tongue out cuck."



I was losing it — the control — the way he answered me — the way he was submitting to me — I was moaning louder and louder — thrusting over his tongue and mouth and nose harder and harder ... faster ... pulling up into me by his hair.



I could feel it coming — it was going to be big — I started to tense .. falling forward and then back ... my tummy was starting to ball up ... my legs were tightening ..



"Fuck Steve this feels so good ... I'm gonna cum ... oh my god you're making me cum ..."



I lurched forward ... shaking .. quivering ... i was leaning over him toward the floor ... he was holding my hips ... continuing to lick me as I quivered ... I had to climb off him .. I couldn't take any more at that moment.



It was the biggest orgasm he had ever given me.



I laid there for a moment — recovering. I can't ever remember Steve making me cum like that.



I held his little dick, "That was amazing, Steve. It really was."



"It was, Lex. You were so aggressive."



"Did you like it, Steve? How I was?"



"Yes ... I really did."



I climbed between his legs where he was sitting on the couch now. I unzipped and then slid down his pants ... he was already or still hard.



I quickly swallowed him whole and sucked him for about 2 minutes before he came in my mouth.



I swallowed it all — it wasn't much ... and then I quickly slid up his body and kissed him as hard as I ever had. I think that he liked my control made me want to exert it again. I slid my tongue all around his mouth ... my juices were still on his face ... on his lips and it turned me on even more. He didn't even try to stop me — maybe the shock of everything made him forget that he had just cum in my mouth. I mean, I swallowed most of it anyway, but still ... it was there.



I pulled away and gave him a knowing smile —



"I love you, baby."



On Monday morning, Steve got up at his normal time and did his normal thing of coming to my side of the bed and kissing me goodbye. I held on to him as he started to pull away and warned him,



"Tonight could be the night, Steve."



Each morning was a repeat of the one before. He never knew if that was the day that it would all come true or not.



But I was now confident that I had done everything I could to not only prepare him for what he would see, but to also make him want it. I had explained in detail how Robert fucked me and how it felt. I had shown Steve pictures of me holding Robert's cock. I had flooded Steve's phone with pictures of interracial couples fucking. I had watched porn videos of the same with him. I had successfully conditioned Steve to not only want to watch what was coming ... but need it as much as i did. And we had established that he liked me being in control — even dominant with him when it came to sex.



With each day, he wanted it more and more.



At 6 o'clock on Thursday evening, I texted Steve —

