<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/posts/36756015">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="38113452" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>After sharing that she’d fallen in love with Derek, Naomi was wonderfully sensitive towards my potential feelings on the matter. She checked in almost daily to make sure I was still okay with everything and I got the impression that she would break it off with him if I felt as though things had gone too far.</p><p>The truth was, I couldn’t help but feel an almost constant sense of desire. I knew that there was a certain kind of danger at the core of my desire. After all, the thing that thrilled me was that my wife had fallen in love with another man. She still slept in our bed most nights and she and I still shared physical intimacy, so it wasn’t like she was leaving me for him. There was just something about the notion that she’d developed deep emotional feelings for him that I really liked.</p><p>It was a few weeks after she’d told me of her love for Derek that I began a line of inquiry that led to a rather delightful evening for me.</p><p>It began with a simple question. “Have you ever considered inviting Derek to spend the night here?” I asked as Naomi and I laid in bed one evening.</p><p>“At our house?” Naomi said as she rolled over and draped her arm across my chest. “I’ve considered it, yes. I haven’t asked, though. He hasn’t brought it up either. I kind of figured it was something we were both leaving unsaid.”</p><p>“Would you like him to spend the night here?” I asked her as I ran my fingers up the soft skin of her arm.</p><p>“Would you?” Naomi shot back with a sense of genuine surprise in her voice.</p><p>I rolled onto my side and took a moment to marvel at how beautiful my wife was before gathering my thoughts.</p><p>“I’ve thought about it quite a bit, to be honest, and yes, I’d love it if you asked Derek to spend the night with you in our bed. I don’t know that I could fully explain it, but the idea of being in the guest bedroom while your boyfriend is in here with you is really hot to me.”</p><p>Naomi smiled and caressed my cheek. Her touch felt exquisite.</p><p>“Derek doesn’t seem to have any problem with the fact that I’m married, but he’s not really into participating in turning you on, if you know what I mean. I don’t think he’d be okay with you watching us have sex, for instance.”</p><p>That didn’t come as a surprise to me, but it wasn’t what I wanted. To me, the thrill was in simply knowing that Naomi was sleeping in our bed with another man.</p><p>“I know,” I said. “I’m totally okay with that. In fact, there’s a chance I’d find it even more thrilling if I didn’t get to watch. I feel like there would be something so irresistibly sexy in knowing that you’re making love to another man in the next room and I just have to lie in the guest bed and listen.”</p><p>Naomi smiled. I wasn’t sure if she fully understood what I found so arousing about her having a boyfriend, but I loved that she never seemed to judge my desires. If anything, she happily went along with them.</p><p>“So, would you be okay with mostly staying out of our way if I invited Derek to spend the night? I see us cuddling up on the couch and watching a movie together, maybe with some food and wine. Kind of like a date night at home before we adjourn to the bedroom. I don’t know if he’d stay for breakfast in the morning, but he might.”</p><p>“So, would you want me to just stay in the guest bedroom as soon as he came over?” I asked.</p><p>“No, you wouldn’t need to be invisible. Think of it like you’re my roommate instead of my husband. If we were roommates and my boyfriend was coming over, you might shake his hand real quick and then you’d probably just go about your business while he and I spent the night together, right? It’s not like you’d sit down and have dinner with us when you know we’re trying to have a little romantic time together, right?”</p><p>It struck me as the perfect way to explain it. I also found it kind of thrilling. I didn’t want to actually become her roommate, but the idea of being relegated to that status for a night while Derek became the man that enjoyed all of her romantic affection was actually pretty hot.</p><p>“I can definitely do that,” I said.</p><p>Naomi kissed me softly and smiled. “It would be perfectly normal for a roommate to take a few trips to the kitchen for a snack, and maybe you’d happen to see us snuggled up on the couch or indulging in a bit of kissing. That would be fun, wouldn’t it?”</p><p>The whole idea was exciting to me. I loved the idea of catching a glimpse of Naomi making out with her boyfriend as I strolled by the living room. Even seeing her snuggled with him on our couch seemed impossibly hot.</p><p>I kissed her and let my lips linger against hers for a spell. It felt so good. “That would be more fun than you can possibly know,” I whispered.</p><p>Naomi’s hand disappeared under the covers and between my legs. She found my hard cock and rubbed it through my underwear.</p><p>“I think I have some idea of how much this excites you,” she said.</p><p>I kissed her again and Naomi freed my cock to stroke me. Her grip was soft and her fingers felt utterly perfect as she offered me pleasure.</p><p>“Get a condom,” she said.</p><p>I reached into the nightstand and grabbed a condom while Naomi pulled off her panties and tossed aside the sheets.</p><p>“Here, give it to me,” she said.</p><p>I handed Naomi the condom and she carefully tore it open as I crawled closer. She grabbed my cock and gave the head a quick kiss before looking up at me.</p><p>“We’ve got to wrap him up. After all, only one man gets to cum inside me,” she said while covering my stiff cock in the condom. “And you’re not that man, are you?”</p><p>I can’t tell you how erotic I found that little bit of teasing. I felt this incredible sense of desire spread through my loins. It was damn near overpowering.</p><p>“You’re the best wife ever,” I said. It was silly, but it was absolutely true.</p><p>Naomi giggled and rolled onto her back. She spread her legs and said, “Fuck me.”</p><p>I did just that. I fucked my wife as I imagined Derek sleeping in our bed while I was in the guest room. I imagined them having date night at our house. I imagined acting like her roommate. I imagined her and Derek making love in our bed.</p><p>I managed to hold off long enough for Naomi to cum. Moments later I spilled my load into the condom and collapsed on top of my wife.</p><p>“You’re incredible,” I said.</p><p>“So are you,” she replied as her hands moved over my back. “I’ll talk to Derek about coming over this weekend. Maybe it won’t be long before another man spends the night in our bed.”</p><p>The idea was impossibly exciting to me. From the tone of her voice, it sounded like Naomi had come around to it too.</p><p><br></p><p>I know it might sound a little weird, but I liked that Naomi dressed casually for her evening with Derek. She still looked sexy as hell, of course, but she was in a pair of jeans (not the skintight kind) and a loose, off the shoulder sweater that looked both impossibly soft and rather fetching on her.</p><p>To me, it signaled that she felt really comfortable with him. She didn’t need to look like a drop dead gorgeous goddess. She did choose a brand new, exceptionally sexy black lace bra and panty set though. That wasn’t the slightest bit surprising, of course.</p><p>When Derek arrived he and Naomi shared a tight embrace and a long, romantic kiss in our foyer. I loved the way she lifted up onto her toes for the kiss and the way her hands moved to the back of his head as their bodies seemed to meld together while their tongues met.</p><p>“I missed you so much,” Naomi said as she ran her hands over Derek’s arms. It had been just a handful of days since she’d seen him, which only made her comment more arousing.</p><p>“I missed you too,” Derek replied with a smile. He clearly liked knowing that Naomi had such strong feelings for him.</p><p>I was introduced to Derek shortly thereafter, though it wasn’t anything more than a handshake and a quick nod. After that, I was expected to act like Naomi’s roommate, which is exactly what I did. I excused myself after shaking his hand and spent the rest of my night doing my best to be inconspicuous while trying to catch as many glimpses of the happy couple as I could.</p><p>Naomi opened a bottle of wine and set an array of snacks out on the coffee table as they snuggled up on the couch and started a movie.</p><p>I managed to watch from down the hall as Naomi pressed her body against his on the couch. It was romantic, and genuinely so. Every little thing she did was a sign of affection for the other man in her life.</p><p>It’s a little embarrassing to admit, but I couldn’t stop myself from getting hard as I watched it. I found it legitimately enthralling to see her act like his girlfriend. I thought about slipping into the office or the guest bedroom to masturbate, but that only seemed like it would ruin the fun.</p><p>Mostly, I stayed in the office. I didn’t really do any work. I puttered around online, but I couldn’t tell you anything I looked at. Instead, I was listening.</p><p>I couldn’t really make out anything they were saying. It was just laughter – I think they were watching some kind of romantic comedy – and little snippets of conversation that weren’t loud enough for me to make out any of the words.</p><p>I took more trips to the bathroom than were necessary because that allowed me to get a view down the hallway and into the living room.</p><p>The first time I saw Derek’s arm around Naomi. She was curled up on the couch and they were both staring at the TV. They looked impossibly comfortable together and it seemed like they fit really well. I actually got super jealous when I witnessed that.</p><p>The second time I slipped out they were kissing. It wasn’t a friendly kind of peck on the cheek kiss, either. It was a full on make out session. Which made perfect sense. Of course that’s what they were doing. That was the whole point of him coming over.</p><p>I made a point of walking to the kitchen for that one. I did it quietly – I didn’t want to interrupt, after all – but I got a close up view of my wife passionately kissing another man and it was incredible. If she’d have walked into the kitchen at that moment she would have seen a throbbing erection between my legs.</p><p>I gently opened the refrigerator to pull out a beer and it was moments after I shut it that I heard Naomi say, “I love you, Derek.</p><p>“I love you too, Naomi,” he replied.</p><p>That was an incredible moment. I’ve never felt so much in one short span of time. I’ll admit to feeling nearly overwhelmed with jealousy and that kind of anxiety that I know is so common amongst cuckolds.</p><p>Of course, it was tempered by a significant sense of arousal. It was intense to hear Naomi say it to a man sitting in our living room, to a man she was going to take to our bed that night. I really think that’s what made it so different than when I’d heard her say it on the phone. She wasn’t just saying it, she was acting on it. She’d invited Derek to our home. She was enjoying a casual evening with him. She was making out with him. She was going to sleep with him in our bed.</p><p>It’s hard to describe just how intense the feelings were, but it bordered on overwhelming. For a few moments I couldn’t move. I just stood in the kitchen trying not to topple over. Eventually, I took my beer and walked back to the office.</p><p>It was a little while later that the beer had run through me and prompted a trip to the bathroom. I looked down the hallway and happened to catch a glimpse of Naomi’s head moving up and down in Derek’s lap. It was astonishing. My wife was blowing another man in our living room.</p><p>All I could see was the look of pleasure on his face and the back of her head moving up and down. It struck me as hotter than if I’d been able to see her lips around his cock. I think it’s because it made me focus on the fact that Naomi was eagerly giving him pleasure. Derek was sitting on our couch with my wife’s lips around his cock. She wasn’t thinking about me. She was thinking about him and how badly she wanted to make him feel good.</p><p>I couldn’t just stand there and watch. I knew that wasn’t allowed. I had to pull myself away from it, though. My cock was hard as I stepped into the bathroom and stood over the toilet. I couldn’t stop thinking about Naomi’s head moving up and down and the look of pure, overwhelming joy on Derek’s face.</p><p>Anticipating that Naomi and Derek would soon move to our bedroom, I went to the guest bedroom and left the door open a crack. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to hear them making love, but I wanted to give myself every chance.</p><p>It wasn’t long after that I heard their footsteps. “I want you to make love me,” Naomi said as she walked past the guest bedroom door. I was absolutely certain she timed it purposefully. She wanted me to hear her. I saw it as a kindness, as her giving me a delightfully arousing gift.</p><p>While I certainly would have preferred to watch, I found it thrilling to have to put my imagination to use. At first, I didn’t hear much of anything. Then, I heard the low rumble of Derek’s moans. I assumed Naomi was going down on him again.</p><p>Then her moans, which were a little louder than usual. She was putting on a show for me. I imagined Derek between her legs, licking and fingering Naomi’s pussy to get her all hot and bothered.</p><p>Soon I heard the unmistakable, rhythmic moans of sex. I heard Naomi cry out, “Yes!” numerous times. I heard her absolute, overwhelming desire to have Derek inside her, to have him making love to her in our bed.</p><p>I actually didn’t masturbate much, mostly because I knew that the moment I gave my cock a good stroking I’d cum. I’d never been so turned on in my life. It was a combination of a dozen different things, all of which had concentrated between my legs to drive me absolutely wild.</p><p>As Naomi’s moans grew louder, I knew she was close to cumming. I knew she was letting me know. Then I heard her say, “Cum inside me!” That’s when I grabbed hold of my cock and stroked. I closed my eyes and imagined Derek’s cock pushing in and out of my wife’s pussy. I imagined her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him. I imagined them both lost in their lust.</p><p>When I heard Derek groan and Naomi moan joyfully, I came. I came right along with them. In the immediate aftermath, I couldn’t help but smile at the notion that my wife had just cum on her boyfriend’s cock, he’d just cum inside her, and I’d just cum into a towel in the guest bedroom. I’d truly never felt more like a cuckold.</p><p>It wasn’t my alarm or sunlight streaming through the windows that woke me up in the morning. It was the sound of Naomi making love to her boyfriend once more. It was just as beautiful as the night before.</p><p>Once again lust flooded my body. The simple notion that another man was having sex with my wife in our bed was arousing enough. It wasn’t just another man though. It was her boyfriend. It was someone she was in love with. That made it so much hotter. In fact, I came long before she and Derek finished that morning. I couldn’t hold back. I was far too aroused.</p><p>It was less than an hour later that Naomi popped her head into the guest bedroom and said, “Derek and I are going out for breakfast. I’ll be back in a little while.”</p><p>“See you then,” I said.</p><p>I honestly couldn’t wait for her to get home. It didn’t take long for me to find my desire once more. It thrilled me that they’d woken up, made love, showered together, and headed out for breakfast. It was like they were a real couple. I loved it.</p>