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CDE 36 Cuckold Traveler



Copyright August 2000 By C.D.E. ALL Rights Reserved

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit.
This story may be freely distributed for personal use with
this notice attached.

All Characters And Events Depicted In This story Are Purely
Fictional. There Is No Intention In Any Manner, To
Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons.

Story Content (M+/F, MF, Impreg, Humor)



AUTHOR'S NOTE OF THANKS: This story was inspired by a
Couple's idea. My thanks to both of them.

Story Title: Cuckold Traveler
Author: C.D.E.

ABSTRACT: A newlywed husband returns to his hometown due to
a job relocation. He travels extensively because of his
work. While he's traveling, he's grateful that four of his
old and closest high school buddies volunteer to look after
his new house and new wife. However, the newlywed husband
is a bit dismayed at how accident-prone his buddies are as
they do him this favor.

Carl - Husband
Cindy - wife Husband's Buddies:
My name is Carl and this is my story about my
relationship with my four closest buddies from high school.

They really are great guys and are willing to do
almost anything for me and I for them. In high school we
were called the five musketeers. However, they have become
closer to me and my wife and our kids due to a lot of
unforeseen circumstances over the years. As my story
unfolds, you'll see why.

I went away to college and left my buddies Al, Bill,
Chuck and Dave in our hometown where they managed to make
respectable careers.

We kept in touch and after graduating from the State
University, I got a job and got married to Cindy.

Cindy was not what some might say is a raving beauty,
but she was a knockout to me and a solid "8" by any other

I did good to marry such a pretty girl as Cindy, as I
was never lucky with girls. Even back in high school, my
good buddies teased me about my lack of luck with girls and
my lack of being well endowed enough to please them if I
was lucky enough to get to first base.

My buddies, all well endowed, had no trouble seducing
the girls and delivering the bacon to them, as they use to
say. They were responsible for getting me a date with one
of the high school tramps, my first attempt at sex. The
other was on my own in college.

So when I met Cindy, she and I just naturally sort of
hit it off, first as friends and then lovers. She told me
I had a certain quality that she liked. She said it was a
sort of sweet combination of naiveness and innocence.

She wasn't a virgin, but for all practical purposes I
was. The two incidents where I'd try to have intercourse
with my dates failed miserably. Too nervous to get an
erection one time and the other time, premature

Cindy admitted early in our relationship she was no
virgin. After we started having sex, she quickly pointed
out she'd been with guys who were much more endowed than
me, but said that love was more important than a big cock.
She showed and encouraged me how to use oral sex on her to
make up for what my little prick couldn't do. She caused
me to swell with pride when she told me that I was a quick
learner and that she was proud at how well she'd trained me
to be an excellent pussy sucker for her.

We got married and I was the happiest man in the world
to have her as my wife.

We both had decent jobs and decided to put off kids
for a few years.

A year years later, the company I was working for
moved back to my hometown, but due to a promotion I got in
the process, I had to travel almost every week.

I was glad to be back in the hometown with my family
and my old buddies. They hadn't seen my wife before and
were surprised at how pretty she was.

They came over often to see if we were getting settled
into our new house and in the community. The guys were
really great. They were always stopping by the house to
see if there were things that needed to be done and were
very helpful with all the hassles of relocation into a new

Because of the move, Cindy hadn't found another job
yet and was at home quite a bit while I was working during
the day. She let me know that she thought the guys were
really nice. She was also impressed at their willingness
to stop by and see if she needed anything done. Many times,
all four would take time out of their busy schedules and
stop by for lunch. I was glad to see that my wife got
along so well with my old buddies.

And doing the times I was traveling, Cindy was
concerned about staying home all alone in a new house and
in a new neighborhood. The guys were over when she told me
that. Being the kind of friends you just can't find
everyday, Al and the guys indicated they'd be willing to
take turns sleeping over on the couch so that my wife
wouldn't feel so scared and all alone while I was

Cindy was thrilled at the idea and thought that it was
so nice of them to do that for me.

"Honey, you really have such great friends who'd give
up their bachelor evening to stay over here and keep me
company while you're out of town on business."

I agreed with her and let her know that I felt rather
relieved that they'd be keeping an eye on her while I was

This arrangement worked out rather well. Over the next
three months, I was away from home four nights out of
seven. I usually left for work Monday morning and then on
to the airport, and then returned home Friday evening.

My wife told me that my four buddies took turns
respectively, spending one night each, Monday through
Thursday nights, while I was gone.

Even thought she said she slept well each night with
each of them over, she still appeared to be tired on Friday
night when I got home. It seemed to take her the whole
weekend to get rested. By the time she was fully rested
and refreshed, it was Monday again and it was time for me
to start traveling again.

I asked my buddies to see if she seemed sick or
anything, since she seemed to be worn out. I thought maybe
it was her allergies or working in the yard and her garden
too much.

One time I had the opportunity to cut my trip short by
one day and I came home on a Thursday night about 11:30PM.

I thought about calling, but I was too anxious to get
home, so I didn't.

When I got there, it was my good buddy Chuck's night
to sleep over at my place. When I let myself in, he was
coming from the master bedroom wearing only his shorts and
holding his robe in front of him.

"I thought I heard a strange noise. It was you.
That's a relief. I got up and went to check on Cindy to
make sure she was alright." He said. He also let me know
she appeared to be asleep as he returned to the couch. He
still walked with his robe draped over his arm, but yet
carefully positioned in front of him.

I chuckled mentally at his attempt to hide a probable
nocturnal erection. Yet I thought that was very
gentlemanly of him to carry the robe to keep from exposing
himself from Cindy if she should be awake.

I was thinking how I couldn't do better than having
such a trustworthy friend who would get up, without any
regard of being embarrassed at how skimpy he was dressed,
just to see if my wife was okay, after hearing a strange

I guess my wife heard Chuck and I talking, for she
stuck her head through the bedroom door and greeted me.

She said she decided to change the bed because in the
process of getting up she'd knocked a glass of water over
on the nightstand and some of it spilled on the bed.

"Cindy darling, isn't it a bit cool to have the window
open so wide." I asked.

"Oh, I'll close it later, I just got the urge for some
fresh air. I had spilled two of my favorite perfumes
earlier tonight. You know how terrible mixed perfumes can
stink up the place."

She was right, there appeared to be a fine odor of
musty funkiness in the air of the bedroom.

I showered and got ready for bed. By then the sheets
were changed and the room aired out.

I sought to be close to my wife, but she kissed me on
the cheek and bid me good night as she turned her back to

I sought to have sex, but since it was so late, she
begged off and asked me to wait until Friday night, our
usual sexing night. I was horny, but I persevered and
rested as best I could with my throbbing prick.

The next night was worth the wait. My wife was sexy
as usual, even if her pussy seemed to be somewhat looser.
She attributed it to my sucking her so much.

"It's nothing to worry about darling, it's from all
that strong, exquisite sucking you do to my pussy. I don't
want you to stop. It feels too good for you to stop, so
don't even think about it." I heeded my wife's words.

Two months later I came home to find my wife in tears.
She was pregnant.

"B-But how can that be? I guess one of the condoms I
wore had a leak." I replied at her revelation. I let her
know that although we didn't plan on starting our family as
yet, we would make the best of the good news.

Recently, for the last few months, Cindy had been off
birth control. During this time, we agreed the best thing
was for me to use condoms until her doctor put her back on
the pill.

"After all, darling even though you didn't want to
become a mom so soon, this is a joyous moment and not a
time to be sad." I said beaming a broad smile in an
attempt to cheer her up.

"There is something else you ought to know honey. I
may be the mom, but you, well, if there was no pin hole
leak, you may not be the real father."

I was stunned and puzzled simultaneously at her words.
After her explanation I was even more dumbfounded.

Her story was that about two months ago, our furnace
went out one night while I was out of town. Dave was
staying over. Well it got so cold in the house, that my
wife invited Dave in the bed with her so that neither would
get any colder.

You see we had moved from a much warmer climate than
my hometown and we didn't have but two blankets and the
quilt comforter on the master bed.

Since they both were wrapped in blankets, neither one
made physical contact with the other than to share the
warmth of the comforter, which covered them both.

Well it appeared that while they were lying in close
proximity to each other, Dave had a nocturnal seminal
emission. Apparently his semen soaked through the blanket
wrapped around him, and the blanket wrapped around her, as
well as through her flannel full-length gown, and
apparently right into her vagina.

"He really shot off a lot of jism and made a big mess.
I didn't notice the extensive dampness until the next
morning when we woke up. He was really embarrassed. He
wanted to tell you when you came home, but I asked him not
to. After all, it was very embarrassing for me too and I
wasn't sure you'd fully understand or forgive me for being
concerned about his comfort, which led to this unfortunate
event." My wife revealed in a sad remorseful tone.

She also let me know that my other buddy, Al, who is
into air conditioning and heater repair, repaired our
furnace and did so for free. Hence the reason, I never
heard of the matter. Good friends are priceless.

I assured my wife that even though this had happened
and that she was concerned that I wouldn't understand, I
told her I did. Also, she seemed adamant about not having
an abortion, which I'd suggested.

We talked for a long time about the matter, in fact
over a whole weekend. She had concerns about whether I had
any feelings about her emotional state of mind in this

"After all Carl, half of this baby is part of me, my
flesh and blood."

It became apparent after some time I was going to be
looked at as the terrible one in this matter and that my
ego was driving my abortion desire rather than concern for
the child, who was totally innocent in this matter.

Dave, even though utterly apologetic at every turn,
also seemed to weigh in on the side of my wife carrying his
child to term. Every time I started to express my anger at
him for the slick, carefully crafted words and manner he
subtlety insinuated his desire for my first born to be by
him, my other buddies would chide me for being so

You see, Dave has this gift-to-gab talent, and is a
very skilled debater. He could easily be a politician.

Between my wife's obvious displeasure with me and the
increasing disfavor I was finding in the eyes of my
buddies, I capitulated.

She hugged me after I told her that if she still
wanted to have the baby, no matter if it were Dave's, I
would treat the child as my own. She hugged me gleefully
and let me know how good it made her feel that I was so
forgiving and understanding.

My wife delivered a strapping baby boy. After a day
or so, it was rather apparent that Dave's semen had soaked
through to its natural mark and hence, Dave had given us
our first born.

My wife and my buddies wanted to name the baby David.
I didn't, but it was them and my wife against me. After
them yelling our old high school slogan "All for one. One
for all." I again capitulated.

I was back out on the road again and all seemed to be
going well. Our son David was growing up and looked more
like his real father, my buddy David, every day.

My buddies were still staying over while I traveled.
I had to agree with them that since the baby came along, it
was more important now than ever to have a man in the house
with my wife and "my" son. It maybe my imagination but
whenever David refers to my son as "your son", I can't help
but sense there's a bit of a smirking tone in his voice.

Our son David was about 14 months old when another
situation occurred that caused me some concern about the
accident-prone nature of my buddies.

This time, my wife had gotten up in the middle of the
night to get our son a bottle. The lights were dim. My
buddy Chuck was awakened from his sleep by the noise of my
wife in the kitchen. He went to investigate.

As a result of both being half sleep, skimpily
dressed, and with Chuck sporting an involuntary hard on,
they collided. Chuck's erection pushed right through my
wife's open robe and split crotch panties. By the time
they got untangled, awaken fully, and regained their
senses, Chuck and my wife realized that Chuck had unleashed
a torrent of his hot semen into her juicy, but unprotected
pussy. She just happened to be ovulating and was not on
the pill, as she'd told me her doctor wanted her off them
for some tests.

"Honey, I know I should've told you sooner, b-but I
was just afraid this would've been another incident that
would increase the tension between you and your friends if
I hadn't become pregnant." My wife said tearfully.

"Well you are. So since it's pretty much of a sure
thing it's not mine, since none of my condoms ruptured, I
guess abor..."

"Honey please, lets not even go there. You know I
don't believe in that. Why don't we consider adoption
instead?" My wife interjected cutting me off.

"B-But..." I tried to reply.

"DING! DONG!" The doorbell rang and my wife went to
get the door.

It was the guys -my four buddies. I wasn't feeling
the same degree of camaraderie they were at the moment. I
was the only one with a sour expression on my face.

Chuck, who always had a happy go lucky outlook, was no
different than always. If anything, he seemed even

We six soon got into a serious discussion about this
second addition to my family, for which I played no role in
the insemination process.

"Carl, I have to say first of all, I'm truly sorry for
the pain and problem of the accident happening, but that's
what it was, an accident. I was just trying to see that
everything was all right, nothing more, when this
unfortunate incident happened. However, now that it's
occurred and she's pregnant, I think I have a bit to say,
since I put the baby in her." Chuck spoke in a way I'd
never heard him before. But I had to reply and let him
know that he was out of place.

"But Chuck, its..."

"Honey, please let Chuck finish, after all, he's
right. He did inseminate me. He does have a say." My wife
said cutting me off. I was speechless at her actions in
front of my friends.

Chuck took the opportunity to finish talking. I
sulked. My face turned red.

"I like the idea of putting the baby up for adoption,
since you are justifiably upset about the accident
happening." He said directing his statement at me.

My wife thought a vote of us six should settle the
matter in a fair and democratic fashion. Appalled, I
opposed the very idea of a vote.

"Cindy honey, this is a decision for you and I to
decide, not by a group vote." I cried out.

"Darling, I know what your vote is and it's murderous.
I will not be a party to murder. Needless to say, my wife
and buddies outvoted me.

We had a baby girl, who favored my wife more than
Chuck, even though it was obvious that there was a definite
resemblance to him in her face. The little baby melted my
heart and won me over to my wife wanting to keep her versus
going forth with the adoption process.

As before, I got a bit upset at my wife naming our
daughter Charlene, which was the feminine variation of
Chuck's real name, which is Charles. However, my wife and
my buddies were again on my case about my objection to the
real father not being considered in the naming of "our"
newest family addition. It was them against me. Again I
was browbeaten into accepting my wife's and buddies
position on this matter.

After a few weeks, everything had settled down and our
growing family was back into the routine of being a family
with two young children. I was soon back on the road after
a brief interlude of having taken sometime off to be with
my wife and "our" new daughter.

My buddies, especially, Chuck and David, were back
doing family watching for me while I was back out on the

After our youngest, Charlene was about 18 months old,
I approached my wife about us trying for our own baby,
since even before the wedding, we'd talked about spacing
our future kids apart by about that much time.

I'd just returned from a grueling week of pulling
every trick in the book to get a new client signed up. It
was a very lucrative contract for my company and a big
bonus for me.

It was a big night for us. My wife and I went out on
the town. After a night out at an expensive restaurant and
a stage play and some late night dancing, I could sense
from the radiance on her face that her mood was good for us
to start working on our next baby.

I made love to her twice that night and was sure that
I'd done my duty very well and inseminated my lovely wife
with my seed. I was very proud of my sexual prowess, as
I'd never come twice in the same night before. Even though
I got off twice and used my mouth quite a bit, I only
managed to get my wife off once.

I was floating high the next few days, both from the
large bonus as well as knowing that I'd finally got the
opportunity to knock my own wife up versus my school chums
doing the job for me.

About two weeks later my wife revealed to me that she
was expecting and that we had another bundle of joy on the

"Wow! I knew I was ready to make a baby, but I didn't
think my cum was that potent." I remarked to my wife

"Well honey, actually I'm 5 weeks pregnant. The
doctor informed me this morning. I went in to see him after
my period was late". She said with a less than happy look
on her face.

"F-Five weeks, b-but that c-can't be. W-Why we j-just
made love..."

"It's Al's baby."

My wife went on to tell me the bad news of how she and
my buddy Al collided one morning. He was coming out of the
shower and she was going in, not knowing he was still in
the bathroom.

"It was a v-very brief encounter honey, but again he
had a morning hard-on and his stuff squirted all over
between my legs and must've got sucked up in my cunt. I-
I'm sorry honey. I-I just couldn't tell you about the
possibility of me being pregnant by him, w-when you were so
jubilant a-and upbeat on closing that big deal." My wife's
eyes had tears streaming down her face. She looked so sad.

I sat silent for a moment as I let all that was said
sink in. After about a minute of my silence and my wife's
sobbing as she hugged me, I again raised the issue of
abortion. That went over like a lead balloon. As before,
my wife thought her not carrying the baby to term was an
evil thing to do. I switched to adoption.

"I like adoption better, but I'll think about it. If I
change my mind, we keep the baby. Otherwise, think how
hurt Al will be, and me to for that matter, not knowing
what kind of home our flesh and blood is in. In fact, as
good as he has been to us, it's the least we can do is
raise his child as ours." Her reply, as well as tone of
adamancy shocked me. I also was amazed at how quickly
she'd gotten over her tearful sadness.

Again, Cindy changed her mind time the baby was handed
to her after the delivery. The look on her face told me
that we had our third family addition.

The next time she inadvertently got knocked up was
really the saddest time for me. You see, I was at home
when my buddy Bill accidentally inseminated her.

It occurred one Saturday afternoon at a barbeque we
were having around the pool.

My buddies were over and everyone, including our three
kids, were all outside. The kids and Al, Dave, and Chuck
were in the pool. Cindy and I were taking care of preparing
the food. We were all dressed in our bathing suits, as it
was a very hot day.

Bill had been in the pool, but went into the house to
use the bathroom. On his way back out, he was to bring out
the ice chest of cold beers and sodas that he'd left in the

After he'd been gone for a few moments, Cindy went in
to get the hotdog buns, which she'd forgotten to bring out
twice before.

She was gone a bit longer than I thought it should
take. After taking the last of the meat off the grill, I
went to search for her. As I opened the loud squeaky back
door and walked into our laundry room, which is off the
back hallway and about 20 feet from the kitchen, I heard
Cindy and Bill arguing.

"Bill! Why didn't you watch where you were going!
Now look at what you've done! You've made a mess of me and
the floor. Carl is really going to be upset about this for

"I'm sorry Cindy. I know you're right, especially
with all the other accidents that've been happening around
here." I heard Bill say in a tone that for him was truly

I walked over quickly to where they were, to get some
idea what all the commotion was about. The scene that
unfolded before me was what appeared to be just a spilled
ice chest with ice and water, and of course several cans of
beer and soda strewed all over the kitchen floor.

Also, both Cindy and Bill were wet and I learned that
both had fell to the floor after colliding. Both their
bating suits showed indications of wetness from having been
in contact with the icy watery spill.

"Aw Cindy, these things happen. As long as you two
weren't hurt, it's easy to mop up the ice and water and
pick up the cans. Believe me, there's nothing to get upset
about." I said, trying to be a conciliator between them.

"Honey, I'm worried about what's not quite so obvious,
and will take more that a little moping to clean up."

"What are you talking about?" I asked as I started
picking up some of the canned beer near where I stood.

As she explained, with Bill's help, I dropped the four
cans I'd just picked up. I had to sit down.

It appeared that water and ice and cans of beer and
soda weren't the only things spilled. In addition to those
things, apparently, as the two collided and fell, bill's
big cock was pushed out of his trunks and my wife's bikini
was loosened enough for bill's sizeable prick to contact
the entrance to my wife's pussy lips, which caused him to
involuntary release a wad of his jism. My wife said she
was certain that some got into her muff.

She went on to explain how she'd poured a can of beer
over her sperm soaked snatch in an attempt to neutralize
the potency of my buddy's sperm.

Well, to make a long story short, the beer douche
didn't save the day. A few weeks later my wife was
confirmed pregnant.

I could tell by subtle indications that she and my
buddies were already posturing themselves to battle me in
reference to her carrying this latest accidental
impregnation to term.

I didn't even try to put up a defense or even mention
anything about adoption. I resigned myself to the fact
that it was my fate to be an accidental cuckold and that it
was a foregone conclusion that I had another tax deduction
on the way, courtesy of my buddy Bill.

A little over 7 months later, Cindy delivered a 7
pounds boy that was a spitting image of Bill. The doctor
was amazed that a 7 and a half month old baby was so well
developed, since it had been 7 months and 2 weeks from the
time of the ice chest incident to the delivery of "our"
newest family addition. He repeated that our new son
appeared to be a full term - 9 months- baby.

My wife assured him it was not. I had to agree with
her, after all, I was there when the accident happened.

Anyway, no matter that, we were all thankful that the
baby, even though obviously not mine, was healthy and had
10 finger and 10 toes.

Despite they aren't mine biologically, all the kids
think highly of me as their dad and make me feel good that
they look up to me. That's a great consolation, even if I
didn't have the honor of helping to conceive them.

Cindy and I have decided to not have any more kids as
it's expensive enough raising four kids these days, even
though my buddies chip in regularly toward the care of each
of their respective flesh and blood accidents.

However, it looks like things have stabilized in our
marriage. Cindy is back on the pill at last, as her doctor
has said it's okay for her to do so.

I'm still traveling and my good buddies are still
keeping a firm watch over my family for me while I'm away.
They all seem to find time out of their busy schedules to
spend time over at my house while I'm away.

One of my neighbors indicated to me that on several
occasions, while I was away, more than one, and some times
all four of my buddies have slept over while I was out of
town. It sure is comforting to know that my good friends
are going out of their way to watch out for my wife, the
kids, and the house.

Even though my wife and I only have sex once a week -
on Friday nights - I'm thrilled at how well I satisfy her.
She raves about how good I am at pleasing her sexually with
my weekly efforts. I think she loves my tongue in her
juicy cunt better than my prick, since that's how I always
get her off each time when we make love. However, I still
detect that she seems a bit tired when I get home. But
then again, when you're home with four kids, it does take a
lot of energy out of you.

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