Soccer wife [cuckold perspective]
A few years ago, our son was invited to guest play in an out of town soccer tournament. It was our first time traveling with a team. We stayed at the team hotel and quickly met the other parents, who were very welcoming, especially once they realized how well our son could play.
We soon noticed how tight knit the group was. The parents ate most meals together, and the dads drank heavily during and after them. At lunch that first day, one of the moms looked at my wife Mai and asked if she was our son’s older sister. It didn’t surprise me. At 35 years old, Mai could easily pass for 25, especially in the short denim shorts and low-cut tops she liked to wear. I was the opposite, thinning hair and the beginnings of a dad bod.
That night, we were all hanging out in the hotel lobby when the coach announced a 9 pm curfew for the boys. They had an early game and a real shot at the finals.
After the kids went upstairs, a small group of dads stayed behind to keep drinking and invited me to join them. Not wanting to seem standoffish as the new guy, I stayed while Mai took our son up to the room.
Scott quickly took charge of the group. He’d introduced himself that morning, how he owned a liquor store, and how his wife never came to these tournaments because she worked weekends. He had brought three bottles of whiskey and insisted I try each one. I wasn’t much of a whiskey drinker, so the effects hit me fast.
We’d been drinking for about an hour when my phone rang. It was Mai. The men suddenly grew quiet, clearly interested in our conversation.
“When are you coming up?” she asked.
“I’ll be up soon.”
Scott leaned in close, his voice loud enough for her to hear. “It’s still early. Tell her to come join us.”
Mai paused. “Are any of the moms there?”
“No, just the dads,” I said.
Her voice dropped. “Do you think that’s a good idea?”
“Yeah. Come down and have a drink. Scott has some good whiskey you can try.”
“I’m not even dressed,” she said.
I glanced around at the circle of men watching me. The whiskey had loosened my usual caution.
“You don’t have to get dressed.”
I said it casually, but when I looked up, every man was smirking.
“Okay, I’ll be down.”
A few moments later, the elevator chimed. Scott stopped mid-sentence as everyone turned. Mai walked toward us wearing the pajamas she usually sleeps in. Her hair was still damp from a shower, no makeup on, looking fresh and somehow even younger. The sheer fabric clearly showed the lines of her thong underneath, and since she hadn’t put on a bra, her nipples were faintly visible through the thin top.
The men were thrilled to see her. They quickly made room, pouring her a glass and diving into eager small talk, hanging onto her every word. They were looking at her, and then back at me, as if trying to understand how I had ended up with her. But I couldn't help noticing how their eyes kept glancing down, her thin shirt not quite hiding her nipples, which grew more pronounced as she drank. It was undeniably thrilling watching these men completely captivated by my wife's body, and I felt the strange sensation of being envied for something they all wanted.
After a while, the wives started calling and the men left one-by-one. Jose, who had been the loudest of the group, turned towards Mai as he was about to leave. He stepped forward and gave her a hug. But it wasn’t the innocent type of hug with hands high on her shoulder or a polite pat on the back. His arms circled her waist, pulling her flush against his body so the softness of her breasts pressed firmly into his chest. She was wearing what was essentially sleepwear, and this man we'd just met held her like he had the right to.
“So nice to meet you, Mai,” Jose said, as he released her.
Finally, it was just Scott, Mai, and me. A quarter of a bottle remained and Scott insisted we finish it. As he leaned over to pour Mai another glass, his arm draped around her shoulder. He'd clearly seen Jose's boldness, and my lack of response to it.
But Mai didn't pull away. She leaned into him, their bodies touching, while they talked and finished up their last drink.
We'd done this long enough that I knew for anything to happen, I had to make my exit.
“I’m going back to the room to check on Luke.”
“I’ll go with you.” Mai said.
“No, stay with Scott. Finish your drink.”
I gave my wife a kiss on the cheek and looked over at Scott. The understanding between us was clear.
I went back to our room and waited for her. It was nearly an hour before she finally walked in.
I asked right away. “What happened?”
Luke was asleep in the other bed. We held each other in the dark and kept our voices down.
“We went to Scott’s room, but his son was sleeping, so we locked ourselves in the bathroom.”
I was shocked. “Did his son see you?”
“No,” Mai whispered. She pressed closer to me. “Scott wanted to have sex, but he didn't have a condom.” She paused. “So I used my mouth on him.”
For a second, I couldn’t answer. My heart was pounding. “Did you enjoy it?”
She swallowed. “Yeah. He was really big.”