I’ve been part of enough cuckolding arrangements that I’m used to the husband watching. But every woman has her own little ways of reinforcing exactly who is who.

This particular night was pretty straightforward. His wife and I had their bedroom to ourselves, except he was there watching from the sidelines. We spent a good couple of hours enjoying each other while she kept him as an audience. He wasn’t allowed to join us, and he definitely wasn’t allowed to interrupt.

Eventually we were finished and I got up to shower. When I came back out, she handed me a robe.

“Put this on.”

It was a nice robe. Comfortable. Clearly not hers.

I slipped it on and noticed her husband staring at me.

Then I figured it out.

It was his.

I started laughing. “Seriously?”

She just smiled.

What made it even better was that he wasn’t wearing anything. Apparently that was another part of her plan. I got to walk around their bedroom afterward wearing his robe while he remained completely naked because she hadn’t given him permission to put anything on.

I almost felt bad for the guy.

Almost.

We hung around like that for a while, talking and winding down, with me comfortably wrapped in his robe and him still exposed. Every once in a while I’d catch him looking at me in it, and I could tell the robe bothered him in a completely different way than everything he’d already watched.

Then she decided the evening wasn’t quite finished.

She had me lay back on the bed, still wearing her husband’s robe, and climbed on top of me. She took control again right there in front of him, making sure he had a perfect view of his wife enjoying another man who was wearing his robe!

I have to admit, that was a new one for me.

That made me appreciate her attention to detail. She’d already spent the evening reminding him that she could invite another man into their bedroom and make him watch. Apparently that wasn’t quite enough.

I got his wife.

I got his side of the bed.

And afterward, I got his robe.

He didn’t even get underwear. (He did get the robe back when I got dressed – complete with a wet-spot…)