<p>Welcome to <a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?tag=romancing%20the%20cuckold"><strong>Romancing the Cuckold</strong></a>, a series of Valentine’s Day themed stories featuring naughty wives treating their husbands to exactly what they crave. There will be five stories to enjoy, each with a different delightful theme sure to thrill you. Come back every day until V-Day for a new story. </p><p><img data-media-id="29790880" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“Henry! You’ve got a couple at table 14 asking specifically for you. Get your ass out there!”</p><p>Henry pushed open the kitchen doors and searched for table 14 as he walked past the bar. He was running through the Valentine’s Day drink specials in his head when he stopped in his tracks.</p><p>“Watch it!” someone called out as they nearly crashed into Henry with a tray full of drinks.</p><p>His wife was sitting at table 14 and she was leaning over to softly kiss her date for the evening. Time slowed as Henry watched their lips press together. He watched his wife’s date reach up and gently caress her face. He saw his wife’s nostrils flare ever so slightly like they do when she’s aroused.</p><p>Carin was supposed to be enjoying a romantic evening at Reese’s house. She was supposed to be enjoying her bull’s cock while he was working one of the busiest, most profitable nights of the year at the restaurant.</p><p>Instead, Carin had booked the most romantic, secluded table at the restaurant, put on a staggeringly sexy red dress, and brought her bull to spend the night teasing Henry.</p><p>“Henry, what the fuck are you doing? You have tables to take care of!” his boss declared, snapping Henry back to reality.</p><p>He took a deep breath and made his way to table 14, checking his other tables along the way to make sure no one was in immediate need of a drink refill.</p><p>“Good evening,” Henry said as he approached his wife’s table. “Happy Valentine’s Day! We’re so thankful you’ve chosen to spend it with us.” He was going to play it like he didn’t know them. He had no interest in his coworkers discovering that he and his wife enjoyed a cuckold marriage.</p><p>“I’m sure it’s going to be our pleasure,” Carin said as she reached under the table and rubbed Reese’s thigh.</p><p>“Can I start you off with something to drink?” Henry asked as he watched his wife come rather close to rubbing her bull’s cock in the middle of the restaurant.</p><p>Reese put down the drink menu and looked at Henry as he smiled. “What would you recommend for a couple looking to celebrate Valentine’s Day?”</p><p>Henry felt his cock stir to life at the implication that his wife and her bull were a couple. They certainly looked like one. They were both exceptionally well-dressed and they’d been all over each other in that lusty kind of way that happens when you’re first falling in love.</p><p>“Well, we have a selection of Valentine’s Day cocktails, and of course you can’t go wrong with champagne,” Henry said.</p><p>“I do like a classic,” Carin said. “Why don’t we get a bottle of champagne?”</p><p>“That sounds excellent,” Reese added.</p><p>“I’ll be right out with that,” Henry said before turning and tending to his other tables.</p><p>He ordered the bottle of champagne at the bar and turned to watch as his wife and her bull kissed at their secluded table.</p><p>They weren’t the kind of quick kisses most couples in the restaurant were enjoying. They were slow, passionate kisses. He wasn’t sure if they were using tongue, but it seemed like it. They were basically making out in public. They were taunting Henry and he hated how much he loved it.</p><p>“Look at those two,” the bartender said as he brought the bottle of champagne along with two glasses. “It looks like they’re going to end up fucking at the table. Have fun with that.”</p><p>If only he knew that Henry was about to serve a bottle of champagne to his wife and the man she’d been fucking for six months.</p><p>Carin and Reese were still kissing when Henry approached the table. He set down the champagne while clearing his throat.</p><p>“Your champagne,” Henry said as he unwrapped the foil top and worked the cork out of the bottle.</p><p>As he did, Henry watched his wife grasp Reese’s hard cock through his pants. She was looking right at him as she stroked her bull’s erection in the middle of his restaurant. She was giving an over-the-pants handjob and she knew her husband was watching.</p><p>“Isn’t Valentine’s Day so…exciting?” Carin said to Reese as she played with his cock.</p><p>“Absolutely,” Reese answered as he turned his attention to Henry. “Though I can’t help but feel bad for our waiter. He’s here working instead of celebrating Valentine’s Day with the woman he loves.”</p><p>“Oh, I’m okay,” Henry said as he poured two glasses of champagne. “This is a good night for a waiter. People tend to tip generously when they’re celebrating their love.”</p><p>Carin squeezed Reese’s cock as she looked at him and said, “There is so much that I love about you.”</p><p>Reese pulled Carin’s lips to his and they kissed again, this time most definitely with tongue. Henry watched and felt an erection stirring. He had to leave.</p><p>“I’ll be back shortly to take your order. Please enjoy your champagne,” he said.</p><p>Henry did his best to concentrate on his other tables as his cock softened. He couldn’t get caught with a boner. He’d most definitely get fired.</p><p>Back in the kitchen, another waiter sidled up next to Henry and said, “Did I see that insanely hot chick at your table jerking off her boyfriend under the table?”</p><p>Henry shook his head. “I don’t think so. That would be insane.”</p><p>The waiter laughed. “I don’t know what you were looking at man. She was definitely playing with her boyfriend’s cock. Dude was huge, too.”</p><p>Henry’s phone buzzed. He stepped away and pulled it out. A text from Carin had come in:</p><blockquote>Carin: I’m so wet for him. I wish I could suck his cock right here in the restaurant. I wish I could bend over the table and let him fuck me doggystyle while everyone else watches.</blockquote><p>Henry tried his best to ignore the increasing arousal between his legs and walked back out to the dining room. He saw Carin and Reese in close conversation as they sipped champagne. It really looked like they were a young couple in love. He felt a moment of intense jealousy and wondered if his wife’s relationship with her bull had turned into something more than sex.</p><p>“What can I get you two lovebirds?” Henry asked as he reached the table.</p><p>Carin smiled as she took another sip of her drink. She set the glass down and leaned back as Reese’s hand disappeared under the table.</p><p>The look of pleasure that washed over Carin’s face made it clear Reese was playing with her pussy. She tried to hide how good it felt, but there was only so much she could do when someone was rubbing her clit.</p><p>Reese looked at Henry and smiled. It was the confident smile of a man that had taken possession of someone else’s wife. It thrilled and annoyed Henry in equal parts.</p><p>“We’ll both start with a bowl of the lobster bisque,” Reese said as he continued to pleasure Carin’s pussy under the table.</p><p>“Excellent choice,” Henry said as he stared at his wife’s beautiful face while it contorted with pleasure.</p><p>“For the main course I’ll have the truffle risotto and she’ll have the halibut,” Reese continued.</p><p>It genuinely looked like Carin couldn’t have ordered for herself if she wanted to. She was too lost in pleasure. Reese was going to make Henry’s wife cum in the middle of the restaurant where he worked. It was humiliating in a way he hadn’t ever contemplated.</p><p>Carin closed her eyes, grasped the edge of the table, and climaxed as Henry stood there and watched. When she opened her eyes again they were looking right at him.</p><p>“That was incredible,” Carin said as she looked at her husband. “There’s something so nice about finally being with a man that knows what I want, and the Halibut is exactly what I want.”</p><p>“Your lobster bisque will be out shortly,” Henry said before turning and swiftly walking across the restaurant to punch their order into the computer.</p><p>A waitress came up to him as he was finishing and said, “Did that guy just make his girlfriend cum at the table? Are they exhibitionists or something? Were they putting on a show for you? Also, damn, I wish I was with someone skilled enough to make me cum under the table at a crowded restaurant. Lucky girl.”</p><p>Henry knew Carin felt the same way. She’d told him dozens of times since she and Reese started fucking. She told him about how good he was in bed, how skilled his fingers were, how often he made her cum. He’d given her orgasms in public places, in the car, and all over their house. Henry relived some of those tales at the computer until someone pushed him aside to put in their own order.</p><p>Henry pushed through the kitchen doors to retrieve the two bowls of lobster bisque and carefully carried them across the restaurant to Carin’s table.</p><p>He spotted his wife returning from the bathroom and couldn’t help but admire how the red dress clung tightly to her perfect ass and how she walked with an exaggerated sway in her hips because she wanted every man in the restaurant staring at her.</p><p>“Your bisque,” Henry said as she set the bowls down in front of them. “Is there anything else I can get you?”</p><p>Carin handed him a bunched up napkin and said, “Would you mind getting me a new napkin? I’m afraid I made a bit of a mess in this one.”</p><p>“Of course,” Henry said as he took the napkin from his wife’s hand. She let her fingers linger on his for a few moments and smiled before he turned and left.</p><p>As he walked towards the kitchen, Henry unwrapped the napkin to see what kind of mess she’d made. He was surprised to discover a pair of red lace panties inside it. It didn’t take much examination to notice that the gusset was completely soaked.</p><p>Henry’s phone buzzed. He pulled it out to see another text from Carin:</p><blockquote>Carin: He makes me so wet, Henry. He makes me so much wetter than you ever have. I wasn’t kidding before. It’s nice to finally be with a man that knows what I want, that knows how to make me cum in the middle of a restaurant with just his fingers.</blockquote><p>Another text came in:</p><blockquote>Carin: It’s okay if you want to play with my messy panties. Why don’t you go to the bathroom and taste them? Lick my juices out of them. Be a naughty cuckold and have a little fun on Valentine’s Day.</blockquote><p>“Hey,” Henry said to a waiter, “I need to go to the bathroom. Can you cover my tables for a few minutes?”</p><p>“Sure, man.”</p><p>Henry looked at his wife as he rushed to the bathroom and saw a devilish, victorious smile on her face. She clearly loved that he was following her instructions.</p><p>Once in the bathroom Henry rushed into a stall and locked the door behind him. He pulled Carin’s wet panties out of his pocket and brought them to his nose. He breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of her pussy.</p><p>Just as he was about to lick her panties, the bathroom door opened and Henry froze. He couldn’t have someone catching him like this so he shoved the panties in his pocket and lifted the toilet seat.</p><p>Henry was about to pee when he heard his wife’s voice, “Henry, my love. Are you in here?”</p><p>“Carin? Is that you?” Henry asked.</p><p>“Open the door, my love,” Carin said.</p><p>Henry unlocked the bathroom door and Carin entered the stall. She closed and locked the door behind her, leaned against it, and pulled up her dress.</p><p>“On your knees,” she said.</p><p>Henry fell to his knees without hesitation. Carin’s pulled his head to her pussy and Henry tasted her wetness.</p><p>“Eat my pussy, cuckold,” she demanded. “Eat the pussy that Reese is going to pound all night long. We’re going to enjoy our dinner and then he’s going to take me back to his place and fill me with his cock over and over. He’s going to use his talents to make your wife cum on Valentine’s Day.”</p><p>Henry’s cock throbbed as he licked his wife’s wet pussy. His tongue moved feverishly over her clit as she held his head between her legs with surprising strength.</p><p>“That’s enough,” Carin said as she pushed his head away. She lowered her dress and her pussy disappeared from his view.</p><p>Henry was disappointed for a moment before Carin pulled him to his feet and pressed her lips against his. Her tongue pushed into his mouth and her fingers grasped his cock through his pants.</p><p>With just a little more stimulation Henry might have cum, but Carin released his erection just in time.</p><p>“You’re such a good cuckold,” she said. “I hope you enjoy the rest of your Valentine’s Day gift from me. I suspect Reese and I are going to have even more fun at the table. Now finish up in here, because we need our waiter to bring out our entrees,” she added with a smile before unlocking the stall door and leaving the bathroom.</p><p>Henry’s heart pounded and his cock throbbed as he tried to wrap his head around what had just happened. His wife had just fed him her wet pussy in the bathroom while her bull waited at the table. She’d given him enough of a taste to tease him like crazy before walking out again. She’d made sure to let him know she wasn’t coming home tonight, that the rest of his Valentine’s Day would be spent alone as she enjoyed Reese’s big cock.</p><p>When his erection subsided Henry left the bathroom and headed to the kitchen to pick up their entrees.</p><p>He overheard two busboys talking in the kitchen. “I swear I saw her giving that guy a handjob under the table,” one said. “She flashed her pussy when she sat down. She wasn’t wearing any panties!” the other replied.</p><p>Henry’s wife and her bull had become the source of delighted chatter among his coworkers and he was deeply thankful that none of them knew the truth of their relationship. The humiliation would have been too much to bear.</p><p>“Your entrees,” Henry said as he placed the plates in front of Carin and Reese.</p><p>“This looks delicious,” Carin said. “And it smells heavenly.”</p><p>“It really does,” Reese said.</p><p>Henry refilled their champagne glasses as they both tasted their entrees. “Does the food meet your expectations?” he asked.</p><p>“This whole evening has far surpassed my expectations,” Carin said. “How about a toast?” she asked while turning to Reese.</p><p>“To love,” Reese said as he raised his glass and clinked it with Carin’s.</p><p>They each sipped their champagne and then leaned in for another slow, sensual kiss.</p><p>Henry turned and saw to his other tables. Had he stayed another second he would have sprouted a boner. While he refilled drinks and cleared plates he couldn’t help but wonder about Reese’s toast. Was he just playing with Henry, or was he announcing that he and Carin were in love? It drove him crazy, though not in an entirely unpleasant way.</p><p>After they’d finished their entrees Henry cleared the plates away and returned to inquire about dessert.</p><p>“Would you care for anything sweet this evening?” he asked.</p><p>“Do you have any chocolate? It’s an aphrodisiac, you know,” Carin said as she reached between Reese’s legs and blatantly grasped his cock.</p><p>“We have an exquisite chocolate cake,” Henry informed them.</p><p>“That would be excellent,” Reese said. He turned to Carin and pulled her lips to his for a long, slow kiss. Henry watched, though his eyes were drawn downward as his wife gave an over-the-pants handjob. She wasn’t trying to hide it anymore.</p><p>Henry placed the dessert order and tried his best not to get hard. A few minutes later he brought a piece of decadent chocolate cake to his wife and her bull.</p><p>“That looks incredible,” Carin said gleefully as Henry placed the plate and two forks in front of them.</p><p>Reese reached out and ran his finger through the rich chocolate frosting. He lifted it to Carin’s lips and she took him into her mouth and sucked every bit of the sweet treat off. It looked like a blowjob. Henry was half hard by the time he turned around and walked back to the kitchen.</p><p>“I swear, that dude is going to fuck her in the restaurant,” the bartender said as Henry walked by.</p><p>Henry knew they wouldn’t resort to fucking on the table, but he was certain that Reese’s cock would be inside her soon after they left.</p><p>Reese and Carin fed each other their dessert like a couple deeply lost in lust, or perhaps love. Henry couldn’t tell as he stared at them from across the restaurant. He brought the check when they finished.</p><p>To his surprise, Carin pulled out her credit card. Reese wouldn’t be paying for this dinner. Henry would be.</p><p>The total bill was just under $300 thanks to the cost of the champagne. It was about half of what Henry would make that evening. He smiled at his wife’s final devious treat. He’d been working hard to serve her and to pay for her date with another man.</p><p>After Carin and Reese left, Henry felt a mixture of relief and disappointment. It had been thrilling to watch his wife fool around with her bull in a public restaurant. It had been doubly thrilling to lick her pussy in the bathroom. It was awfully hard to concentrate on his job though.</p><p>He was about to get back to that job when Carin sent another text:</p><blockquote>Carin: Take your break. Come to the parking lot.</blockquote><p>Henry did as he was told. He took his 15 minute break and walked out to the parking lot. He scanned for Carin’s car and spotted it in the corner.</p><p>As he got closer, Henry saw Reese sitting in the driver’s seat. Then he saw his wife’s head bobbing up and down in Reese’s lap. She was giving a blowjob in the parking lot.</p><p>Henry kept walking. He couldn’t resist. It felt like the appropriate end to the evening.</p><p>Reese rolled the window down as Henry approached. “Get in,” he said while motioning to the back seat on the passenger’s side.</p><p>Henry opened the back door and slid across the seat to the passenger’s side. From there he had a perfect view of his wife sucking another man’s cock.</p><p>“Take your cock out, Henry,” Carin said during a brief break from worshiping Reese’s big dick.</p><p>Henry did as he was told. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He was already hard, and as his wife resumed sucking her lover’s dick Henry couldn’t help but masturbate.</p><p>He listened to Reese moaning and the sloppy wet sounds of Carin’s cocksucking. He watched her lips stretch around another man’s insanely thick cock. He watched Carin swallow almost all of Reese’s erection over and over.</p><p>All the teasing in the restaurant must have left Reese primed to cum, because it wasn’t long before he was groaning and releasing his seed into Carin’s mouth.</p><p>Henry’s cock throbbed as he watched someone else cum on his wife’s tongue. It felt like a perfect end to his evening, but Carin had other plans.</p><p>She lifted her head out of Reese’s lap and looked at her husband. She motioned him closer with a finger and Henry leaned towards her.</p><p>Carin’s hand snaked around the back of Henry’s head and pulled his lips to hers. She forced his lips open with her tongue and a thick load of cum followed. Henry didn’t fight it. He accepted Reese’s load from his wife’s mouth. He stroked his stiff cock while sharing a messy cum kiss with his wife.</p><p>Carin’s tongue danced with Henry’s, making a frothy mess out of the cum they were sharing. He swallowed some of it and let the rest mingle between them. Henry groaned into his wife’s mouth as his own orgasm approached. She refused to let go of the back of his head or relent with her aggressive kisses. She wanted him to cum while sharing her bull’s load.</p><p>The thrilling arousal of the evening and this salty finish was too much to resist. Henry couldn’t hold back. He climaxed in the back seat of his wife’s car, spraying his cum on the dark leather.</p><p>Carin finally released her from his grip after he’d climaxed. “Happy Valentine’s Day, honey,” she said with a naughty grin on her face.</p><p>“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Henry said breathlessly.</p><p>Carin waited a few moments as Henry’s cock deflated before saying, “We have to get going, honey, and I think you need to get back to work.”</p><p>“Of course,” Henry said as he snapped back to reality. His break was almost up and he really did need to get back to work or he might get fired.</p><p>“I love that you’re working so hard for us,” Carin said as he stepped out of the back seat.</p><p>Henry wasn’t sure if the “us” was him and Carin or Carin and Reese. He wasn’t sure he cared. He was still floating in a place of pure, perfect arousal.</p><p>“Have fun,” he said before shutting the back door.</p><p>Henry watched his wife and her bull drive away knowing that they were going to spend the rest of the evening fucking while he spent the rest of the evening working.</p><p>As he walked back to the restaurant, Henry savored the taste of cum in his mouth and thought that it might have been his favorite Valentine’s Day ever.</p>