Chapter 5

I'd worked out for two hours in the hotel gym Sunday morning, and run into a lovely, young lass, named Sharon, who was in town on a business trip. Not as lovely as Laura, but then who was. Work was calling tomorrow and she'd wanted to get some exercise in before the stress of the work week got to her. Since she didn't have a wedding ring on, I'd helped her relieve some stress another way, for a couple hours. She'd been intrigued with my stress relief method, and asked for an encore performance when she got back to the hotel around nine Monday night, after wining and dining a potential client. Since I had nothing better to do, I readily agreed to relieve her stress until she was a limp noodle.

I was watching a pre-season Seattle Seahawks football game, hydrating after my day's exercise, when I got a phone call from an unknown number. I routinely gave my number to women all the time, including this morning's lover, so didn't think much of it.

"Brick here. It's your nickel."

"Brick, it's Laura."

I sat up a little straighter and felt my cock start to stiffen. "Yes, Laura, how can I help you?"

"You wanted to know how my meeting with Phillip went."

"I did. Is he with you now?"

"No, he's in the other room. I asked for some privacy."

"Does he know you're talking to me?"

"He does. I told him you wanted to know if everything was all right between us."

"And how are things between you?"

"Good, I think. Despite listening to everything we did last night, he still had a million questions about what we did, what you were like, how much I enjoyed it. He asked about Saturday morning. You were right. He wouldn't have believed we didn't have sex again. He asked if I still loved him. I told him that I would never love anyone else but him. That sex with you, as good as it was, was no substitute for the emotional connection I had with him. He asked if I wanted to fuck you again."

"What did you tell him?"

"That I wouldn't have sex with you again unless he wanted me to, and only until I was pregnant."

It was time to assess the type of cuckold Phillip was according to all the reading I did yesterday.

"Did Phillip have an erection when you talked about our sex?"

"I think so," she replied.

"Why do you only think so?"

"We were dressed for one thing, but it did seem that he had to adjust his trousers as if he had an erection, but when he tried to make love after our conversation, he couldn't get an erection. He said it was because he'd masturbated so many times Friday night listening to us have sex, he didn't have anything left to give me."

Or that he didn't want to be unfavorably judged in comparison to me.

"What about this morning?"

"He still couldn't get an erection, but we had some great oral sex."

"He did, or you did?"

"I did. He didn't want me sucking his cock because he was embarrassed he couldn't get an erection."

"Is it okay with you if I talk to Phillip now?"

"You're not going to humiliate him, are you?"

"That's not my intent. I just want to see how he's doing. Bros before hos, remember."

Plus I had a lot of questions for him. Laura might guess, but only Phillip would know what kind of a cuckold he was, and now I wanted to know.

"I'll put him on," Laura said.

"Thank you."

About a minute later, I heard a mild voice say, "Hello. Phillip speaking."

"Phillip, my man, how are you today?"

"Okay."

"Are you sure, Phillip? You heard how I made your wife cum Friday night, right? No second thoughts, no concerns she might want more of a man than the one she married?"

"Did Laura say something to you about leaving me?"

"No, nothing of the kind. Your wife loves you, Phillip, but I'm a little concerned you couldn't fuck her last night or this morning. After an evening and morning of wild monkey sex with a big cocked savage such as myself, you should be re-staking your claim to that hot pussy, Phillip. You definitely don't want your wife thinking the only way she's going to get laid from now on is from some other guy. You do realize that don't you?"

"I suppose."

"Suppose nothing. She needs to know you can give her what she needs or she will stray, Phillip. Do you mind answering a few questions for me?"

"I guess."

"You guess? Be assertive, Phillip. Will you answer my questions or not?"

"I'll answer them."

"Good man. How many times did you masturbate while you listened to me fucking Laura on Friday night?"

He was silent, thinking about whether he should or would answer that question. He finally said, "Five times."

"How many times after I told you she was spending the night with me and I'd fuck her again in the morning?"

He didn't take quite as long to answer this time. "Twice."

"How much work did you get done on Saturday thinking I was sticking it to your wife again Saturday morning?"

"Not much."

"Were you nervous about whether she'd come back to you?"

"Yes."

"How did that make you feel?"

"It's the worst feeling I ever had in my life."

"I can imagine that. Laura's a pretty special woman, isn't she?"

"The best. I love her dearly."

"Phillip, the good news is; I have absolutely no desire to take your wife away from you, even if she were so inclined, and I don't believe she is. She was devastated thinking about how you might feel after you heard how wild she became during our fucking. That was just sex, great sex, granted, and I loved fucking her. Laura is a beautiful, beautiful woman, and so fucking passionate. I loved how she climaxed on my big cock. It was special.

"The reason I'm not going to even try to take her away from you, is I'm not the marrying kind. I just ended a short marriage because I fucked around on my wife three times in the less than six weeks I was married to her, once with her best friend. No, as much as I enjoyed fucking Laura, I'd end up cheating on her too, and she's too nice to screw her over like that, so you're safe from me, but if you don't fuck your wife, Phillip, someone else will come along and take her away from you. She knows what good sex is like now, and if you don't give her a little something, something occasionally, she's going to start thinking about it.

"The thing is, Phillip, you masturbated seven times thinking of me fucking her, and you can't fuck her once. That's not good. Are you hard now, thinking of how I made your wife scream?"

"Yes."

"Then as soon as we hang up, you need to give Laura a good fucking. If you start to lose your erection, think of me stretching your wife's cunt while I fucked her. That should keep you hard enough to do your husbandly duties, but I have another suggestion for you if it doesn't."

"I'm listening."

"If you and your wife choose to use me as your sperm donor, I'll happily fuck her as much as it takes, but you know, you won't be able to watch, to see me breed your wife. You'll have to let your imagination go to work, but I'm thinking, you might want to see your wife fuck me; see how much she enjoys herself. How much she can cum when a big dick like mine fucks her. I doubt if Laura would let you tag along when she comes to my place for her breeding. But what if I came to your home for her breeding? She can't kick you out of your own bedroom when I fuck her, can she? You can make that happen."