Chapter 7: Matthew and Buck

Buck meets Matthew

Mary contacted Matthew, using the dating app, to meet up for the following weekend. He said he was happy to meet again and that they could meet as many times as she wanted. He said he had really enjoyed meeting her and would like to continue dating.

Once the date was confirmed, Mary and I had a conversation about how to introduce myself to Matthew and what changes needed to be made to the meetings.

“Mary, we need to agree on how to introduce me to Matthew and what to say to him. He thinks you are a single woman. He needs to be told that you’re married, that your husband knows you’ve had sex with him, and, besides, that I’d rather be present than not know what’s going on.”

“Yes, of course, Charley. How do you think we should do it?”

“Maybe talk to him at the bar about the fact that I exist; reassure him that I’m aware and not mad at him, and that it was a fantasy of yours to fulfill; that we want to continue the game, but now with me present.”

“He won’t be angry? Maybe he’d rather not continue.”

“It’s possible, but what else can we do? Keep seeing him on your own?”

“No; certainly not. I would like it to be something for both of us. Once I’ve tried it on my own, it would seem selfish to go on like that. I’ve already satisfied my fantasy. Besides, I want to share the experience with you.”

“Maybe he’ll agree to continue but impose conditions or limitations of some kind.”

“If there aren’t too many, I think we can accept that. Better that than to look for someone else now who we don’t know what he will be like. In his case, he’s attractive and very different from you, and having sex with him is very satisfying.”

Mary’s words caused me to be unable to stop myself from replying to her, slightly wounded in my self-love, “I don’t know if he is too attractive and satisfying for my peace of mind as your husband.”

She responded with an understanding smile and a caress on my cheek, saying, “Well, if I buy a vibrator, I want it to be a good one. It wouldn’t make sense to go on this adventure with someone unsatisfactory. How many times do I have to tell you that I am not interested in him, nor will I ever be interested in him as a man? I love you with all my heart, and I enjoy sex with you very much. This is just a game with someone who is very different from you. I would never give up my ‘apple pie’ for anything in the world,” after which she hugged and kissed me.

“Another thing, shall we tell him our real names?”

“I don’t think so. This is just a one-off relationship; we’re not going to be friends. If we get tired or something ‘goes wrong’, we break up, and that’s it. We won’t have to see him ever again or interact with him.”

“OK then. Next Friday, we both go, and I can wait at the bar at another table. You tell him about me, explain the situation, and then I’ll come over and the three of us can talk,” I concluded.

During the week, we continued our tease and denial games, and, as before, Mary was not referring to Matthew to provoke me but to what she and I were going to enjoy with the ‘reunion’ afterwards.

As Friday approached, I wondered if I had been right to accept Mary’s continuing to date Matthew. I couldn’t help but dislike seeing her with another man, despite the arguments in favour, such as Mary’s satisfaction, the rationalisation that it shouldn’t be considered so important, or the pleasure and excitement we both experienced afterwards. At times, I thought I would almost prefer Matthew to say he was no longer willing to continue on those terms. At other times, I reconsidered that it was just a game, and for a limited time, that we were having a good time, and better that than the risk of falling back into monotony.

Friday came, and, like the previous Friday, we headed to Matthew’s town, to the same bar as last time, next to the motel. We both disguised ourselves as Molly and Buck, she with her ginger hair and green eyes, and I with my wig and beard. Since I wasn’t going to be in bed with Matthew, there didn’t seem to be any danger of him finding out that I was wearing the wig and beard.

She headed to the bar and went in first. I followed shortly after, to go in separately so that Matthew wouldn’t see us together before she explained the situation to him.

She had sat down at a table and was alone. I sat at a nearby table, where I could see her and respond to any gestures she made to me.

Almost immediately, Matthew arrived, walked over to Mary’s table, gave her a hug and a kiss, and sat down next to her.

Mary started talking, and I could tell he was looking surprised and worried. At one point, he even looked like he was about to get up completely, but he sat back down again. Shortly after, he stood up and began to look around.

Mary then beckoned to me, and I stood up and walked over to her table. Matthew then noticed me and followed me with his gaze until I sat down at the table, in the vacant chair next to Matthew and opposite Mary.

I introduced myself: “I’m Buck, Molly’s husband.”

“I’m Matthew. Molly was just explaining your game to me. So you knew last Friday that she was fucking me, and now you both want us to keep doing it but have you present.”

“Yes, that’s right,” I replied, “we want to add a little ‘spice’ to our sexuality and are exploring different games and experiences.”

“From what I’ve read in erotic stories, you’re a cuckold. I guess she’s not sexually satisfied with you and needs someone to fuck her ‘for real’.”

“No,” replied Molly. “I’m very satisfied with Buck; it’s just that we want to seek out new experiences.”

“Yeah, I get it,” Matthew said, although I clearly sensed that he was convinced that Molly was sexually dissatisfied and that she needed him to fuck her.

“Well,” Matthew continued, “I don’t mind him being present, but I don’t want Buck involved; it’s not a threesome. Buck has to be totally out of the way so that he can see, but we don’t see him, hear him, or distract me.”

“Not a problem,” Molly replied, “he would only have sex with me when you were done. Besides, he couldn’t; one of the games we play is that he wears a cock cage all week, and I only take it off when you’re done, so I can have sex with him.”

Matthew said, with a smirk, “You’re ‘dirtier’ than I thought. And it certainly confirms to me that you’re a real cuckold. All week without being able to fuck, waiting for a real man to fuck your wife.”

Again, I didn’t try to explain any of the nuances or bring him out of the clichés he had read.

Matthew continued, “Well, that also solves another of my concerns. If I wasn’t going to be fucking another woman during the week, I didn’t want Molly to be fucking another man. If you’ve got your dick under lock and key, there’s no longer that problem. In addition, since Buck is going to watch me fuck Molly, I want to be able to watch him fuck Molly.”

I replied, “Fair enough, I can’t say no.”

“I guess that’s no problem then,” Matthew said. “Furthermore, since you two want to seek out new experiences, I’d like to be the ‘master of ceremonies’. When we get together, I can propose new activities or games. Only Molly will be able to decide whether or not to accept, since Buck is as good as gone. And if Molly decides she doesn’t want to participate, we’ll stop seeing each other on Fridays and end the meetings, okay?”

Mary and I looked at each other, confirmed with our eyes that we agreed with Matthew, and we both said, “Okay.”

“Finally, if Molly learns any sexual techniques or tricks to increase her or my pleasure, while we are seeing each other she will only use them on me, never on Buck. Promise?” added Matthew.

Again, we said yes.

Matthew got up, saying, “Well, let’s go to the motel; I’ve booked a room like last time.”

Molly and I got up, and the three of us headed for the motel, with Molly between us. Matthew had put his hand on her shoulder and adopted a possessive attitude. I was thinking that ‘the time of truth’ had come and how I would react to seeing her fucking another man, no longer just hearing them.

As we entered the room, I took a closer look at the layout. To the far right, just below a window, was a table with a chair, where you could write or put a computer; to the left, a large wardrobe or dresser, with slatted doors; in the middle of the room, attached to the left wall, the bed, where Mary and I had enjoyed ourselves, and where shortly, I thought, I would see Mary and Matthew; in front of the bed, a shelf with a TV set; to the left of the entrance, creating a corridor at the entrance, was the bathroom, with a door facing into the room.

I walked into the room and stood waiting.

Matthew said, “The dressing room is big. If we put the chair in, I think Buck could see everything from inside through the slats. And by closing the doors, he wouldn’t be seen.”

Without waiting for a reply, he moved the chair inside the dressing room and pointed to a place for me to sit.

I sat in the chair, and Matthew closed the doors. I checked that I could see the whole room through the slats in the doors. I realised that the door could not be opened from the inside, but, if necessary, with a few strong pushes, I thought I could get out. It was a fairly large space that even contained a folding bed, surely designed to be able to be opened and sleep a child accompanying his or her parents on a trip.

I paid attention to what was going on inside the room. Matthew walked over to Mary, who had put down her bag, hugged her tightly, and kissed her intensely. Mary kissed him back, but she seemed a little reluctant. I couldn’t decide if it was because she knew I was watching the whole thing or because the kiss seemed like an act of love and they were not.

He began to run his hands all over her body, groping her breasts and ass. After a while, he began to take off her clothes, and she responded by taking them off him. Before long, they were both totally naked.

I have never been attracted to men, but seeing Matthew naked, I could understand Mary feeling a physical, instinctive, animal attraction to him.

It has always been said that swimming is one of the most complete and body-shaping exercises, as it works a lot of muscles in the torso and limbs, and it was certainly true in his case. He had a very muscular body, with broad shoulders, without a drop of fat, and strong legs and arms, but without that almost deformity that you see in those athletes who stuff themselves with steroids. He reminded me of images from a series I’d seen on TV about Vikings, with strong, lithe bodies shaped by hard work, life in the open, and life-and-death struggles. Equally, his hands were big and strong, hands that had already caressed Mary’s naked body and would enjoy it again soon. Perhaps the only thing that was different from that image of the Viking warriors was the hair and beard, for Matthew had no beard and very short hair.

She was as beautiful as ever. Her body did not detract from his.

Matthew directed Mary to the bed, where she lay down. He positioned himself on top of her and began to lick her breasts, moving from one to the other and lingering on each one, nibbling on the nipples. She closed her eyes and let herself be carried away by the sensations and the pleasure it gave her.

I imagined my mouth on her breasts, their soft touch, and the pleasure I always got from licking them, and quickly my cock tried to get erect, to hit the firm limits of the cock cage. Not being able to lick them and not even being able to get an erection made me want her even more and feel a huge envy for this man who was enjoying, in front of me, Mary’s body.

He kept caressing her body, his hands going over her shoulders, her thighs, and her breasts, pinching her nipples hard. She was getting more and more excited, her mouth ajar and panting, her breasts and cheeks flushed, and her nipples erect.