Cucked on Vacation – 01

This Story is part of Cucked on Vacation Series

I immediately noticed what excellent shape he was in for his age. His torso was chiseled and large, and he seemed to be even taller than he appeared the previous evening – but perhaps that was due the vantage point that lying down offered.

“Nice.” Hazel replied, continuing, “Yeah we’ve had a beautifully lazy day.” She looked towards me, smiling and stretching. I noticed a blush appearing on her face. At first I thought she was feeling some mild embarrassment about James seeing her in a bikini, in which she looked impossibly attractive. However I glanced back at James and immediately realized that wasn’t the case.

James was wearing snugly fitted bathing trunks, not quite as showy as a speedo, but certainly within the realm. Men typically only wear the sort when they are proud of something, and it was obvious that James was proud of what he was packing. There was an immense outline of manhood bulging outwards and downwards within the blue trunks. It was almost obscene, and I quickly averted my eyes.

“Doing nothing is part of the appeal of a vacation.” James replied, smiling wide. He continued, “Well, I don’t want to intrude, maybe I’ll catch you guys at the bar later.”

“Yeah man, for sure. We’ll probably be down there later tonight.” I replied. James nodded kindly, and walked off towards a secluded portion of the beach.

Once he was out of ear shot Hazel turned to me, smiling, “Was I imagining that?” She blushed.

“Dude is packing.” I said, in a matter of fact tone. I wasn’t the jealous type, even though the size of his junk did bruise my ego somewhat.

“How can his wife even handle that thing?” she wondered aloud.

Her comment caught me by surprise, but the uninhibited comment aroused me – which was another surprise. I had certainly never heard her openly discuss another man’s size before, and I decided to have some fun with her lewd pondering. “Don’t be jealous, I’m sure you could handle it too babe.” I quipped. It wasn’t the first time I had joked with her about taking a bigger man, sometimes comments slipped out during sex – especially when my fantasies were rushing through my mind.

Her blush deepened “Oliver stop… Don’t tease me.” her voice was sweet and tinged with embarrassment.

“I’m just joking around.” I replied.

The oceanaire had lowered my inhibitions, and I was feeling comfortable discussing the idea of Hazel bedding another man – even if it was just in a joking manner.

“I have seen the way he’s been looking at you though. I’m sure he’d kill for a tussle with you.” I prodded her some more.

Her blush persisted, but she spoke in a joking manner – flipping her hair back flirtatiously in the process. “Who wouldn’t?” She replied. I laughed, amused by her mock confidence. Hazel reached for a beer from our beach pouch, popped it, and took a large sip. She seemed to be full of thought, and a smirk flashed across her face. She spoke in an exaggerated tone. “Well, I have never been with a black man before.” shooting me a teasing look as the words escaped her lips. I guess the oceanaire was doing wonders to lower her inhibitors as well. My dick instinctively twitched in arousal.

As we walked to the bar that night I couldn’t help but think about Hazel’s comment on the beach. If she didn’t find James attractive she wouldn’t have even gone along with the joke. My wife had never really openly admitted to finding another man attractive, but it was clear she fancied him, and I’m sure his impressive manhood did nothing but intrigue her.

We had been sitting alone for nearly an hour and I was strangely disappointed at the thought that we might have missed James. I couldn’t help but notice Hazel looking around for a sight of him as well. We were a few cocktails deep, snuggled against each other and riffing with the bartender when he finally arrived.

“Evening folks.” he said as he pulled up a chair next to me.

“Hey there.” I replied, oddly happy to see him.

The three of us immediately dove into friendly conversation, and the drinks continued to flow. I noticed that he was a tad more flirtatious with Hazel than he had been the previous evening, and I also noticed that my wife was willing to reciprocate. It was harmless really, lingering smiles, gentle touches of the arm during laughs, but they both were certainly enjoying the interaction.

About an hour had passed when James received a phone call, he picked it up, still sitting at the bar. “Hey love.”

“Oh nothing, just down here at the bar.”

“Yep, I’m actually sitting with the couple I told you about.”

Hazel and I glanced at each other in amusement. I guess we were worth mentioning.

James laughed, “No, no I didn’t. Not everyone is into that lifestyle sugar.”

Hazel and I looked hard at each other this time, and I saw her face contort in intrigue. I had a similar reaction.

“Yes yes, I know.” James chuckled again.

“Alright, okay baby – Alright. Love you too.”

He put the phone down. “Sorry about that.”

Hazel and I must have been staring because he sort of looked at us and said, “Everything okay?”

Hazel was four cocktails in and incredibly free spirited when she was this far down the rabbit hole, “Sorry James, couldn’t help but overhear. What is this lifestyle that we’re not into?” Her face was red but her expression was engaged and her eyes lively.

I chimed in, “Yeah I’m kind of curious as well.” chuckling.

James looked suddenly embarrassed, “Oh, you heard that. Sorry about that.”

Hazel was desperate for a clue, “Well?”

He fidgeted in his bar stool, looking momentarily uncomfortable, but replied. “Look, uh. My wife and I have an open marriage of sorts. We married very young and we don’t really mind the other one sowing some occasional wild oats, if you will. She actually kind of encourages it in my case.”

My expression was blank but my blood pressure had to have risen.

Hazel smiled, blushing, intrigued. “Well that is certainly interesting.. But what does that have to do with us?” She asked, rather naively. I already had more than an idea.

James chuckled, “Well I casually mentioned to Cynthia that I met a couple at my hotel. I told her that you both seemed like well established, good natured people. I also let it be known that the wife was particularly attractive.” He turned to me mid-explaining, “Oliver, I mean no offense.”

“Sounds like you were just being honest.” I quickly offered.

James chuckled again, continuing.

“So naturally my wife asked if I was going to pursue anything. She wondered if you two might be into sharing.” He seemed to look at Hazel as he finished speaking, and I turned to her with a massive smirk on my face.

You could see the realization move across her face as her expression changed. Her skin flushed beet red and she brought her hand up to her mouth to cover a dramatic gasp.

I burst out laughing.

James joined me with another chuckle, and continued, “So yeah, to answer your question. That’s what I meant by lifestyle.”

Hazel quickly took another swig of the cocktail, seemingly terrified.

“Will you relax? You asked the man after all.” I scolded her, mostly jokingly.

She found her voice, “I- I’m a little confused. Your wife lets you sleep with other women?”

James answered candidly, “Yeah, well, I’m only allowed to sleep with married women – she doesn’t trust the single ones.” He took a large swig of his drink, and continued, “I bull regularly for a married couple back home actually, and I’ll occasionally meet a couple when I’m away on business.”

“Bull?” Hazel asked, again rather naively. My wife was a brilliant woman, but this conversation had put her fast on her heels.

“A Bull is a term used in the lifestyle. It basically means that I sleep with married women. I love taking married women to bed.” James replied, bluntly.

There was something bizarrely alluring about James being so forward about the subject, especially considering that it was clear he would love to take Hazel to bed, given the chance. I couldn’t believe that after all my years fantasizing about this particular kink, that someone like James would show up and discuss it so openly with my wife and I.

My wife took another sip of her drink, face still flush. I noticed her breathing was rather heavy, and she seemed to still be mulling over the realization. She spoke, “And the husbands allow it?”

“Encourage it, really. I’ll only partake if the husband knows about it, and wants it to happen. It’s a huge rush for most men to watch their wife cuckold them.”

He paused, and directed a follow-up question towards me.

“What about you Oliver? You seem awfully quiet, and you don’t seem as shocked as your wife here.” James asked.

My mind was racing indeed, and every perverted thought that ran through it somehow ended with Hazel on her back, writhing in pleasure. This was cuckolding that he was speaking about. Another man was sitting here, in front of Hazel and I, laying the prospect of cuckolding right at our feet. I couldn’t believe it, and although I had fantasized about Hazel with another man many times over the years – hearing a real life offer sent my mind into overload.

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