I guess I should get organized, here are the prior posts:

1: https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/comments/1cv3wcb/how_it_started_cuckold_learning_1/

2: https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/comments/1cw3pjo/how_it_started_cuckold_learning_2/

3: https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/comments/1cwkw6w/how_it_started_cuckold_learning_3/

I spent the week trying to play it cool. It was hard when I would see Mallory at the other end of the couch with snapchat open. She may have just been texting her best friend, Kate, but she may have also been talking to Adam. Planning some wild sexcapade while I sat at home.

Thursday she text me from work and asked me to meet her at the mall for dinner. We live near one of the biggest malls in the country and it’s filled with upscale shops, as well as great dinner options so it wasn’t totally unusual for us to grab a bite there and take in the sights. This time was a bit different, though, since I was there to help gift wrap my wife for another man.

We met for sushi and started chatting about work. Eventually, she opened the topic, “I’m so excited for Saturday. Adam really seems like what we’ve been looking for.” There was a surprising stress on that we I didn’t fully agree with. “He sent me instructions today, isn’t that hot?”

“Instructions…what do you mean?”

“Well, he wants me in a green maxi dress. Appropriate for dinner and he thinks it’ll look good with my skin. Isn’t that sweet? Also, I had to book an appointment to get my nails done because he’s into that sort of thing.”

“I don’t know—isn’t it weird you have to like…prepare for him?”

“Guys like Adam have a lot of options, babe. It’s the least I can do for him picking us.”

The check came to our table and I put my card up. So many thoughts rushed through my head—she kept using the term ‘us’ and I appreciated that. But she was nearing on a schoolgirl with a crush ‘preparing for him’.

It took a few stores to find the perfect dress and, of course, she picked up a few other pieces too. I enjoyed spending time with her, but there was something a little humiliating about holding her bags while she picked out the dress another man wanted to see her in.

Saturday came quickly and the morning barely gave me time to think—we had errands to run and she wanted to make sure we got to the gym. Then, she left to get her nails done and my situation sank in. I asked for this—or at least Mallory seemed to believe I had, I was still unsure—and soon my wife would be out for drinks with a man we picked out together. A man who had a resume of other wives left pleased in his wake. A man who was already dictating what Mallory would wear and look like to see him. It was a lot to swallow, but I couldn’t stop now without totally ruining everything. Maybe there was still hope as a stag. I didn’t need to be humiliated by any of this—it was good clean fun. I resolved to ask for a hall pass of my own after tonight. I would go out and fuck another woman, and fuck her good at that.

Mallory got home an hour later and rushed about getting a shower, doing her hair and getting dressed. She looked amazing and I told her so. But she was in a hurry so there wasn’t even time to talk. She kissed me quickly and was off to her—fuck—her date.

I found myself wandering around aimlessly—trying to distract by washing dishes or pulling up a movie, but couldn’t focus on anything long. Then my phone buzzed, it was Adam, “Hey bro, one request—message me tonight, not her. I want her to feel as relaxed as possible. Good team work on keeping her happy.”

I wanted to deny his request but I felt held hostage. My wife would soon be seated across from him—what could he do if I said no? So I just said “k” and went back to trying to play a video game.

30 minutes later, I got a snap of my wife smiling at a table, leaning forward toward him. Her breasts were more on display than I would’ve liked, but she looked beautiful. She looked like she was his date and proud of it. But maybe he told her this was for me, maybe she was really smiling and displaying for me?

And then 30 minutes after that, I got another snap. This one was in a car. It was a video—started on Mallory’s face and I heard Adam’s voice in the background, “Tell him, are you having fun babe?” Mallory was smiling and her face a little flushed red. “So—so—” there was something of a moan, “much fun.” The next Snap loaded, it was Adam’s voice again, with her leaning back a little more into the leather seats of the car, “tell him you love him and thank you for tonight.” “I love you babe, thank you so much, I needed thi—mm—needed this.”

And finally a third snap, the camera panned down and a manly hand, finger extended was brushing against my wife’s clit. “About to take care of her at my place, bud. I’ll send more.”