American Dream: Part 11 (Patreon)

Sarah: Friday, 11:42 am

I giggle mischievously as I imagine Alfred reacting to that final heart I texted him and put the unused Rocco back in his home buried in my underwear drawer.  Heaven knows I thought about using him.  I did everything but put him inside of me.  I fondled and kissed and stroked and nuzzled the silicone penis but that was as far as it went.  Even though my pussy ached to be filled I knew that it just wouldn’t be as fun without my hubby there with me.  Besides, if Alfred had to spend the whole rest of the day all horny and frustrated why shouldn’t I?  It would just make the fireworks that much brighter when we did get together.

***

2:13 pm

“My goodness Sarah.  You are positively glowing.”

I look up from my book.  “Oh, hello Crystal.”

In two big strides my neighbor climbs onto our deck.  I set down my book and motion for her to take a chair.

“God it must be nice to be a kept woman.”  She says as she takes a seat across from me.  “What I wouldn’t give to just chill out everyday.”  Leaning back she smooths out her ‘nurses’ uniform, which was little more than jogging pants and a v-neck tee with the symbol of the senior community on it.  Plain as it was though Crystal’s cover girl body made even that style look good.  “I imagine it would get pretty boring after awhile though.”

I button my lips as I knew that if I replied on this subject something not very nice might accidentally slip out.  I had gotten this a lot over the years from my friends and family.  So many subtle and not so subtle jibes at Alfred and I’s decision for me to be a stay at home housewife and mother.  Such comments always made me feel guilty for not bringing enough to Alfred and I’s relationship.  Even Faith, whom I had dedicated the prime years of my life to raising, would sometimes make me feel bad for making Alfred shoulder the entire financial burden of our family.  Some days it felt like the whole world was judging us.  Judging me really.  Like I was letting him down and being selfish.  Yet every time, every single time, I brought the subject up my husband would assure me that everything was okay and that he liked things just the way they were.  I liked them this way too.  I couldn’t understand why other people couldn’t leave us to be happy in peace without their snide little judgments.

“Are you thirsty?”  I ask, hoping to change the subject.  “I made some fresh lemonade.”

“Lemonade?”  She chuckles.  “Adorable.  Does it have vodka?”

“No.”

“I’m good then.”

“Suit yourself.”  I say as I take a long sip of my frosty beverage.  Delicious.

“So?”

“So?  So what?”

“Enjoy the show?”

“Show?”  It takes a second for it to click.  “Oh!”

“Ha ha!”  Crystal claps her hands and points at me as if she’d caught me red handed.

I roll my eyes.  “We didn’t notice honestly.”

“Yeah right.”

I smile as my heart warmed.  “We were busy with other things last night.  We didn’t peep on you Crystal.  We wouldn’t do that on purpose.”

“Uh huh, sure.  Other things, eh?”

I lift my chin.  “None of your bees wax.”

“I know that look”  She points at me.  “You got dicked down last night, didn’t ya?”

“Crystal!”  I laugh despite myself.  “Goodness.  That mouth of yours!”

“Ahhhh, ya did too.  Old Alfred went ham, didn’t he?”

“Ham?”

She swoons back in her seat.  “Isn’t it just awesome?  I told ya.  They like to watch.  Have your guy watch another guy do his thing and look out!  Beast mode activated.”

“Beast mode.”  I giggle as my pussy twinges at the memory of Alfred unchained.  “I keep telling you Crystal, we didn’t watch you and Cody last night.”

“Really?”  She huffs.  “Well damn.  I really put on a show for y’all.”

“You are a bad, bad girl Crystal.”

“Guilty as charged.”  She says proudly.  “I heard you bumped into my guy at Faith’s yesterday.”

“Oh!  Um…yeah.”

“Heard you got an eyeful.  Cody’s something else, huh?”

“Oh!  Uh…golly!”

“That’s my BDC.  A bit empty upstairs but he’s got it where it counts.  Speaking of my guy.”  She says as I blush and bluster.  “What is going on with him and you two?”

“Going on?”

“Since I missed him the other day I popped by for some nosh and nookie at lunch time and the whole time all Cody could talk about was you and Alfred.”

“Oh?”

“Something about vegetable stew and a chess game and kings and queens and knights and standing up for himself and different kinds of love and some pal he’s got in Korea or something.  He was all over the place.”  She says.  “And now we’re having a barbecue with y’all?”

“Tomorrow.  We’re looking forward to it.”

“Do you know how much he’s stressing out about that?”

“Oh no.”

“Cody never stresses!  He was on and on about what kind of beer Alfred drinks and what kind of meat Alfred likes and what kind of sides Alfred might like and what kind of dessert you might like and what he should wear and what he should say.”

“He just wants to make a good impression.  Nothing wrong with that.”

“I guess.  But it’s just you guys.  You’d swear someone famous was coming for dinner.”  She shakes her head.  “I haven’t seen him like this before.  He’s acting really weird.  He went back to work early because ‘boss man’ had him on a project that he really wanted to get done before the weekend.  And with all the talking we didn’t even have our quickie!”

“You poor thing.”  I quip.

“Indeed!”  She smirks.  “He’ll make up for it tonight.  I’ll be sure of that.”  Her smirk grows.  “Should we keep the lights on?”

“You are a silly girl Crystal.”

“And that wasn’t an answer.”  She winks.  “I’ll leave’em on.  Just in case.”

“You don’t need to.”

“And feel free to come knockin.” She says.  “Offer still stands.”

“Offer?”

“To swing pretty lady, to swing.”  She says.  “You and Cody.  Me and Alfred. Could be fun.”

My heart is seized by the razor sharp claws of jealousy.   Alfred had told me about one half of that offer but not the other.  My breath catches before I let out a gasp.  “You and Alfred?”

“I swear to God I won’t tell Faith.  Or anybody.  Just a sly bit of fun between neighbors.  The secrecy will make it spicy, mm?”

“You and…Alfred?”

“Not a fair trade I realize, but I know my guy will make it worthwhile on the other end.  Ha ha!”  She stretches.  “Besides.  Alfred’s got a certain nerdy charm to him.  Plus he’s got that whole Daddy older man thing going for him.  Hell, you and I could put on a show for the boys if you’re up for it.”

As she speaks all I could see was my husband…in the arms of this young, sexy girl.  His hands cupping her full, perfect breasts and grabbing her round, firm ass.  His naked body against her long, lean nubile flesh.  His lips…kissing hers!

“I-I-I have to go!”

“Oh?”

“I-I just remembered something.”  I stand up.  Leaving my book, my drink, and my neighbor on the patio I walk straight into the house and shut the sliding door behind me.

***

Alfred: 2:41pm

My cell rings.  I grin as I see it was my wife calling.  I’d had no contact with her since those titillating hearts this morning.  I had barely thought about anything else since then.  I wonder what she’s up to now.  Phone in hand I hurry to my door to close it then answer the call.

“Hello beautiful.”

“Hello handsome.”

Silence.

I was just about to talk when Sarah suddenly blurts out.  “I love you Alfred!”

“I love you too baby.”  I reply.  “Is everything okay?”

“Everything is great.  I just…wanted to hear your voice.  I miss you.”

I chuckle.  “Rocco not enough for you?”

“Never.  Rocco’s just a toy.  He can never replace my King.  Not ever.”

I sit back in my chair.  “Those hearts you sent today…oh my GAWD!”

She giggles.  “You liked that?”

“I am burnin up down here!”

“Jealousy really turns you on, huh?”

“Something about it does.  So hot!”

“Were you thinking about Rocco making hot, passionate love to your wife?”

“YES!  All I’ve been thinking about is getting home to reclaim you again.”

“Reclaim!?  Ohhhh Alfred!”  She swoons.  “I would like that very much.”

“Where did you ever get such an idea you naughty, naughty thing.”

She titters.  “I was reading all about swinging and wife swapping and that stuff.  I read that some men get a thrill from jealousy.  After last night I thought you might be one of those men.  They’re called…hold on…um, kookholds.”

“Cuckolds?”

“Is that how you say it?”  She says, as pure as a spring lamb.  “Well I think you might be a cuckold.  I guess cuckold husbands like to watch their wives with other men and getting teased about it.  Especially if the other guy is bigger or can perform better than the cuckold.  The size and the teasing seems to be a big part of it.  I found out it’s a surprisingly common kink.  There are tons of cuckolds like you Alfred.  They’re everywhere!”

Hearing my sweet wife say ‘cuckold’ and call me a cuckold over and over had, surprisingly, awoken my loins once more.  She hadn’t a clue as to just how derogatory that term was and it was just that innocence that made it sound so damned nasty.  “I’m not sure I’m a…er…”  I lower my voice.  “…cuckold.”

“Oh I think so!”  She says most earnestly.  “Do you like the fact that Rocco is bigger than you?”

“Is he bigger than me?”

“Obviously!”  She laughs.  My dick surges at her enthusiastic response.  “Couldn’t you tell?  I mean it’s pretty obvious.”

“I might have.”

“And you liked that?”

“Well…maybe a little.”

“Do you like how he can do me faster and longer than you?”

“Oh geez, Sarah.  I mean…I guess it’s kinda…hot.”

“You liked how he made me cum?”

“Ohhh baby, you’re killin me here.”

“See!  I’m pretty sure you’re a cuckold dear.  Isn’t that wonderful!”

“You’re okay with that?”

“Oh yeah!  I think it’s exciting.  It’s something new.  Something to play with.  I’m all abuzz about it.”

“Do you want to…cuckold me Sarah?”

“Oh silly!  I already am.”

“What!?”

“With Rocco.”  I let out a gasp.  She continues.  “You are a cuckold husband and I am your hot wife and Rocco is our bull.”

“You’ve got this all figured out, huh?”

“Not really but I’m willing to learn.  For you.  For us.”  Her voice turns serious.  “If it makes you happy I would be glad to cuckold you.  I love you so much Alfred that…that…well, I’d do anything for you baby.  Anything.  Whatever makes you happy my King.”  Her tone brightens again.  “Plus…Rocco’s big penis feels REALLY good!”

“Oh my God.”  I snort, my manhood suddenly at full mast.

“My pussy is still all warm and happy from him.  Maybe I should see what he’s up to, hmm?”

“Jesus Sarah.”

“Okay.  Gotta go.  Sorry to bother you at work.”

“You’re just gonna say that and hang up!?”

She giggles.  “You have work to do.”

“You are so cruel.”  I whisper.  “I’m so hard right now.”

“Mmm.  You could always masturbate.”  She croons.  “Surely you can spare a minute or two.”

“A minute or two!?”

“A few seconds?”

“Seconds!  Sarah!”

“Yessss?”

“Er…uh…mm…grrr!  Nothing.”

“Tee hee hee hee!”  She titters.  “Just save some of that energy for me, huh?”

“I’ll have something for ya alright!”

“Is it five inches of fury?”

“Five…!?”  Holy hell.  Sarah’s uncharacteristic teasing was driving me wild!  My own wife was mocking my sexual performance…and I LOVED IT!  God this was weird.  “You little…mmmm!  I’m gonna fuck you so hard!  You want beast mode?  I’ll show ya beast mode!”

“Ooooo!”  She trills.  “I just hope you can get it of your pants this time.”

“Sarah!”

“Too much?”  She peeps.

“Pff, bah, grrr, GAH!”  I let out a hard breath and shake my head.  “I want you so fucking bad right now!”

“Come home to me baby.  Come home as quick as you can.  I’m waiting for you.”

“I will.”  I huff.  “I love you so much Sarah.”

There is a pause before her voice, all warm and sweet, replies.  “I love you too Alfred.”  She sighs. “Enjoy the rest of your day my love.”

“I’ll see you soon.”

I hang up the phone and stare at it for close to a minute.  I’d barely been concentrating after the texts, now with that call all hope was lost at productivity.  To heck with it.  The weekend starts now!

I make for the door.  Opening it I say to Cody.  “I’m heading home early today.  Can you hold down the fort?”

“You can count on me boss man.  I won’t let ya down.”  He says, his tone full of that newfound enthusiasm.  “Plans?”

“Plans?”  I smile as I take my suit jacket from the hanger and fold it over my arm to hide my boner.  “I think I’m going to take Sarah out somewhere nice tonight.”  I say, my imagination already swirling with what I was going to do with her before we left.  “She deserves it.”

“Total alpha move, my King.  Go treat her like the Queen that she is.”

***

Sarah: 2:49 pm

I sit cross-legged on our bed staring down at my phone.  I felt so much better after having heard his voice.  That poor man.  Having to keep a roof over our heads while still putting up with such a high maintenance wife like me.  I hated to pester him but today I couldn’t help it.  Something about what Crystal said had touched a raw nerve.  And I KNEW I was being a hypocrite about it.  Here I was teasing my man with Rocco and having these shameful little fantasies about Cody and fanning the red hot embers of his masculine jealousy but the moment the stocking was rolled up the other leg I couldn’t handle it.

In my imagination I had almost gotten used to the image of Alfred, me and another man.  It was so wildly arousing and nourished my insecure ego like few other things ever had.  My daydreams had me in the center.  The beautiful object of desire.  The focus of my husband’s every passion.  But the thought of my Alfred with another woman…hurt.  It hurt.  It hurt all the way down.  Especially with a woman like Crystal.  She was funnier than me, more outgoing than me, prettier than me, sexier than me, more sexually dynamic and experienced than me.  And she was a lot younger too.  Why would any man ever want a mousy little thing like me again after a smoking hot blond goddess like Crystal?  With her pinup good looks she could have any man she wanted.  Why oh why did she have to go and mention my Alfred?  He’d just be another notch on that floozy’s bedpost but he was MY King!  Mine!  MINE!  SHE CAN’T HAVE HIM!!!  SHE CAN’T TOUCH HIM!!!  I will fight for my man if I have to!

“No, no, no, no.”  I whisper.  “No Sarah.  No.  Let it go.  Let it go.  This isn’t healthy.”

I close my eyes and take a deep breath.  The intensity of these new feelings were hard to contain.  Having just settled down I had worked myself up all over again.  I wasn’t going to call him again.  I wasn’t THAT needy.  Instead I lay back and place the phone over my heart and remember the fun conversation we’d just had.  I smile.  That had been fun.  The teasing and the banter along with the lust and love that I could hear in his voice.  We were having so much fun lately exploring these new kinky things together.  What an adventure!

He was my King.  My cuckold King.  And when he got home to his castle…I would treat him like the king that he is.

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