Mom Cuckolded Me Pt. 02

I was still trying to analyze my feelings. It was good in many ways, but my heart was pounding. Do you know the kind of pounding you get when your wife suddenly tells you she cheated on you? The kind that makes you angry, jealous, and horny all at the same time.

I didn't reply or do anything. But the thought of this thing--knowing I could just make it happen, that my fantasy could come true--was driving me nuts.

Mom was sitting in the living room watching TV when I told her.

"So okay... I'll message that guy, okay?"

Mom just replied with a pale, "Yes. Okay."

I don't know why, but at that moment I felt a weird shiver run through my body, the kind you get with a 104-degree fever. My cock was one of the hardest it had ever been in my life, like it was about to tear through its own skin.

I sat down with the laptop next to her and started typing a message to the guy.

Hi Bullhunger106, I read your profile. My wife and I seem interested. We are a married couple, M28 and F49. We want to experience some swinging lifestyle. Have you done this before? When are you available? Please let us know if you're interested.

I clicked send and turned to her.

"I sent the message. Now we wait for his reply."

Mom said, "Okay," with no real interest, and kept watching TV.

"So Mom... do you have any ground rules?"

She looked at me. "What? What rules?"

"I don't know. Maybe no kissing, or he has to wear a condom... anything like that."

Her tone turned annoyed and angry. "Look. You want me to fuck him. I will fuck him. That will make you happy. You want this. Just tell me what I have to do and I'll do it."

I was a bit pissed at how she was reacting, but I kept cool. If I started a fight she might back out completely.

I spoke softly. "Mom, look... I know you're angry and you're only doing this because you're angry. This is a big fantasy of mine. What will make me happy isn't just watching you have sex. It's watching you enjoy it. The whole idea is to watch my wife being taken by another man. But in the end I know she's still mine. Even if I watch you enjoy him, I know you'll still want me and love me when it's over."

She stayed quiet for a while. Then her voice softened.

"Okay. I'll enjoy it."

"But you're still angry."

"No. I'm not. It's okay. I'm just not completely willing. It's making me feel very cheap."

"No, Mom. It's not like that. I love you. That's why I have these fantasies about you. I'll still love you no matter what. You're my wife. My one and only. You'll still be mine. No matter who gets to touch your body... it will always be for me."

She seemed a little more relaxed. The anger had faded, even if she still wasn't happy about it. I knew she would do it for me.

I refreshed the page. The guy had already replied--only six minutes after my message.

*Hey. Thank you for your reply. I'll be more than willing to help. I promise you both will have a great time with me and we can be friends too. I'm still friends with all the couples I've been with and we hang out like friends. I'm available today. What does your wife like in sex? What positions? Call me, my number is **.

In my head I thought, What a lying dipshit. This is the first time this asshole is going to get near my mom... I mean my wife. But who cared? My long-craved fantasy was finally going to become real.

I told her, "Look, he replied. He's available today. Should we do it today?"

"Are you crazy? I need time to think. Not today. No way."

"What about tomorrow?"

"Not tomorrow. Why so soon? We need more time."

I felt a flash of frustration. It felt like she was pulling back.

"Mom, today or tomorrow, it's going to happen anyway. How long do you want? Days? Months? Years? It seems like you're backing off."

"I'm not backing off. I said I will do it. Just not today."

"Then let's do it tomorrow. Tomorrow is Sunday. If not tomorrow we'll have to wait another week. It won't be nice during the weekdays. Please... let's not wait another week. Today or tomorrow. Please?"

I knew I was pushing her. I was just so excited. I wanted it to happen as soon as possible--preferably right now.

She sighed. "Fine. But not today. Make it tomorrow."

"Yes. Nice. Tomorrow morning?"

"What? Are you crazy? Who has sex in the morning? Make it in the evening."

"Okay. Evening... what time?"

"After eight or nine."

"Okay, Mom. I'll message him now. By the way, he's asking what sex positions you like. What should I tell him?"

"Are you crazy? Just tell him I'll tell him on the bed when we do it."

I turned back to the laptop, excited, and replied:

Hey. Thanks for your reply. We're busy today, but we're available tomorrow after around 8 pm. Is that okay? We'll be happy to be friends with you. If we have a good experience we may call you more. My wife is flexible and enjoys any position, but she'll tell you what she wants tomorrow. I'll message you on WhatsApp now so you can save my number. I'll also give you our address.

In that message I was subtly framing my wife--my mom--as a slutty woman who loved sex with random men. The thought only made me harder.

I told her I'd sent it. Thirty seconds later he replied, like he'd been staring at the screen waiting.

Hey. Sounds great. I'll be available tomorrow. I have WhatsApp. Please message me and send me the address. Can't wait to meet you guys.

This guy was trying to sound smooth. I already knew how much of a horny virgin he really was. Fucking asshole. But the thought of him in bed with Mom made me insane. That was the only thing running through every neuron in my brain.

I couldn't stop talking to her about it, asking question after question. She wasn't angry anymore. She just answered. Her replies were quiet, without much enthusiasm. I still believed she was only doing it to make me happy or to finally stop me from annoying her. I wasn't convinced she had any real interest of her own.

But at that moment I cared the least.

I asked her again about ground rules.

"He must use a condom," she said.

"Anything else?"

"That's the only thing I can think of."

I asked another question. "Would you like it better if I'm watching next to you... or if I leave you both alone in the room and wait outside, and you tell me everything afterward?"

I was sure she would want me right there. Her answer surprised me.

"I prefer if you wait outside."

I was shocked, but I didn't show it. I kept my cool and forced a smile.

"Oh... nice. I love that. But then I'll put a camera so I can watch."

"That's better," she said immediately.

I was curious why she preferred me outside.

"Why do you want me outside instead of watching you?"

"I don't know. Maybe I just won't be comfortable with you watching me have sex with him. You can put a camera and see."

The way she kept surprising me only made me more jealous... and more horny at the same time. I was already counting every second until tomorrow at 8 pm. Every minute felt like an hour. I could almost feel Einstein's time dilation.

I asked her with a kinky smile, "So Mom... what kind of dress do you want to wear for him?"

"What will I wear for him? Same normal home clothes. My salwar kameez."

"But Mom, shouldn't you wear something sexier? Like that nightgown or some lingerie?"

"No. I don't want to dress indecently in front of him."

In my mind I thought, Damn... this woman will get naked for him and have sex with him, but she still wants to dress decently. Honestly, I didn't mind. Watching that boy slowly take off her salwar kameez--or better, a saree--would be candy to my eyes.

"Mom... wear a saree. You know that silky black one. Please wear that."

She just said, "Okay," and went back to what she was doing in the kitchen.