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Journey into Cuckoldry

By: JennyGently



This is a 'Cuckold' / 'First Swing' story based on an idea from 'Hardy'. I'm sorry but you withheld your email from the original publication so I couldn't get in touch with you.

The plot is perhaps a little far-fetched but if you suspend your disbelief I think you'll enjoy the idea. 

I have very substantially re-written it but have kept it from the husband's point of view because that's how the original was presented and it seems to work well this way. 

I have also kept it in the 'first person' because so much of the excitement takes place in the husband's mind.

If I have time I would like to explore the whole episode from Alice's point of view too because I believe a lot of girls would love to feel as Alice feels.

This does not pretend to be a true story. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it and that you will forgive any 'girly' angles that have crept in unobserved.

Jenny x

*

We had been looking forward to the concert for months - Elton John in a live open air concert in the amazing grounds of Calke Abbey, a stately home in the English countryside. The tickets had cost a small fortune and Alice had spent many days researching how best to buy them to make sure we had good seats before getting up at 4am to book them online. But at last she had succeeded and there we were on our way to the big event.

There were four of us: my wife Alice, our married friends Carmen and Steve and me. We had decided to make a full day of it and our two kids had been sent to their Grandparents for the weekend so we could stay out as late as we wanted. Carmen and Steve didn't have kids which on occasions made Alice and me envious -- but only sometimes. 

The concert was to be held about three hours' drive from the town in which we live but would be well worth the long journey. And anyway, it gave me a chance to give our brand new seven seat MPV a good run -- in fact, with the back bench seat pushed as far back as it would go, there was almost enough room from us to have our picnic inside if the weather turned against us.

But it hadn't turned against us. It had been a great day with bright sunshine -- something you can't rely on in England at any time of year. It was hot and being midsummer would be warm and light late into the evening. The girls had given Steve and me permission to wear shorts with our T shirts and they themselves were dressed for the sun, Carmen in a short light summer dress, Alice in a short skirt and sleeveless top, both girls showing off their slim bodies and gorgeous legs -- but in an acceptably British manner of course. 

We had arrived mid afternoon after a boisterous but otherwise uneventful drive that had seen us murder most of Elton John's greatest hits with our voices and, after parking up, had had a grand picnic spread out on a rug under a large shady tree in the beautiful grounds surrounding the Abbey - along with several thousand others of course. There had been champagne and smoked salmon and chilled white wine and coronation chicken and party cakes and... you get the idea.

Sadly, I had to watch my drinking because I had to drive us all home later but the others saw no reason to keep me company in my sobriety and were enjoying the day to the full. 

My strikingly pretty, blonde, slim wife Alice in particular was getting quite tipsy and our friends, Carmen and Steve, were not feeling much pain either. Both shorter and darker than us, they had a cheeky, mischievous air to them which was infectious. An unconventional but attractive couple, Carmen as her name suggests, had the dark fiery eyes and full body of a gypsy; her husband Steve was thick-set and powerfully built. There was plenty of laughter and more than a little horse-play as we became kids again for the day and when the time came to go across the fields to take our seats for the concert, we were all a little drunk and giggling, even me!

Despite all that happened later that day, the concert itself must go down as one of the best I've ever seen. From the moment he stepped on the stage, all thoughts of sitting down were forgotten and when his hands hit the piano keys for the opening bars of 'Saturday Night...' the dancing began and continued unbroken for well over an hour.

We were all very thirsty at the interval but the only stall not mobbed out by the crowds only sold cold beer. I bought four and brought them back to our seats where they disappeared within seconds. The girls in particular had been letting themselves go and were hot and sweaty with their exertions. 

The second half of the concert was even better than the first, with more and more energetic dancing in the aisles so that when, over an hour later and after many encores the concert finally ended, we left the field with 'I'm still standing' ringing in our ears and on a real high.

When we got back to the van Steve found nearly full bottle of champagne left which the three of them soon finished. I stuck to Diet Coke -- I wasn't sure I would pass a breath-test even without another drink -- and we piled drunk and giggling, our ears ringing, into the van for the long journey home.

Perhaps the most sober of the three, Carmen had decided that she would keep me company in the front and had told Alice to join Steve in the back seat. I wasn't exactly pleased with the arrangement -- I always prefer to travel with Alice next to me and would have liked her to snuggle against me on the front bench -- but she was beyond proper conversation and it seemed sensible to have the next most sober person somewhere where she could keep me, the driver alert. I fully expected Alice to fall asleep within minutes of hitting the road.

Anyway, our little group was still quite boisterous as we started out and Steve kept it that way by providing even more drinks in the car as we drove home, taunting me that I wasn't allowed any. Despite this I had the odd sip but tried to be careful -- I could not afford to lose my licence or I would lose my job too.

For the first hour or so Carmen talked incessantly, slurring her words quite a bit and using her hands to speak in true Latin style. I barely noticed that while she was talking she had gradually slid across the front bench to sit closer to me. By the time we were travelling at speed on the motorway she had draped one rather inebriated arm over my shoulder with the other patting me on the arm and leg as she chatted away.. 

I looked in the rear view mirror. It was dark outside but by the light of the motorway streetlamps I could see that Steve had moved similarly close to Alice and had an arm around her shoulder too. I suspected she would be asleep shortly and that I would soon be the only person in the car awake. 

A short while later I realised that Carmen's hand had not moved for a while and was resting on my thigh where she was lightly stroking my leg. Amused, I didn't object, even when her hand gradually slid a little higher to my upper thigh and kept on stroking. I turned to her with what I thought was a puzzled expression but she simply looked straight back at me and smiled as her hand moved slowly but deliberately to my cock where she continued to massage me. It of course, responded to her manipulations by swelling and beginning to hurt within my rather tight shorts.

Feeling a little guilty but not quite able to put a stop to things, I glanced guiltily in the mirror to see what was happening in the back seat and whether Alice had noticed what was going on. I could see very little so casually adjusted mirror to give me a better view, fully expecting to see them both fast asleep. What I did see was Steve holding my tired and tipsy wife closely, his hand straying to her thigh as Carmen's had strayed to mine. As I watched, Alice pushed his straying hand away with a giggle, but Steve was persistent and it soon found its way back to her thigh. She pushed it away a second time but within seconds it was back once more, this time sliding up slightly towards her crotch.

The two of them were giggling, and as Carmen was still massaging my cock through my shorts it seemed ridiculous for me to object to what was probably just a bit of harmless fun. I turned back to the road and tried to concentrate on my driving for a while but this was difficult with a tightly constrained erection as well as uncertain activities behind me. After a few minutes I looked back in the mirror to see Steve turning my wife's face towards him and kissing her on the lips as I watched. Alice quietly told him not to and pushed him away and I tried once again to concentrate on the road ahead. Beside me, Carmen cannot possibly have been unaware of what was happening behind her, but when I looked at her she just grinned back and began to stroke my erection more firmly through my shorts.

To my shame, I actually felt relieved that Alice couldn't see what Carmen was doing to keeping me in my highly aroused state. I glanced guiltily in the mirror again and was concerned to see that Steve had pulled Alice against him once more, and was again trying to kiss my inebriated wife. Alice's was now apparently offering only token resistance and Steve's lips were on hers. I started to protect but to my astonishment, Carmen immediately silenced me by pulling my head towards hers and giving me a firm, passionate kiss on the lips while still stroking my cock. 

A car horn blared and I swerved back into the left hand lane. Jesus! That was close! I had better pay more attention to the road.

Sensing my anxiety, Carmen stopped massaging my cock for a while -- although her hand remained on my groin -- and for a few miles I drove carefully, trying hard concentrate on the road and not to think about things that might be happening in the back seat. But after a short while I could not resist having another look in the mirror and saw to my horror that Steve managed to push Alice's skirt up and had managed to get his hand up to mid thigh. He was determinedly ignoring her admittedly half-hearted attempts to fend him off and her face looked flushed -- probably I thought because of her arousal at his stroking of her bare skin. I was about to protect loudly but as if to forestall my protests, Carmen reached over and deliberately flicked open the waistband of my shorts and slowly pulled down the zipper. She plunged her hand into my open shorts and grabbed my cock, quickly freeing it from its painful constraints and letting it rise to its full erect height. 

Leaning close she whispered in my ear 

"Ignore them! They're just having a little fun."

I tried hard to drive as she slowly but firmly stroked me until I was so hard it almost hurt. I fidgeted in the driving seat in an attempt to free my cock properly. Carmen slipped her hands either side of my shorts and, as I raised myself a little in the driving seat, she slid them down and under my buttocks to mid thigh, leaving me fully naked to her amazing touch which she now applied with a vengeance, stroking all down my shaft and toying with my tip.

There was a low muffled sound from the back seat. I looked into the mirror again to see my wife with her skirt and slip now pushed right up to the point where I could see her lacy white panties. Her hands were on Steve's wrist, apparently offering some resistance to his progress, but she was very definitely not resisting when before my eyes he kissed her again, holding her mouth against his for a long time. 

Very much aware of my own increasing pleasure at Carmen's hands, I wondered how far my very aroused wife would let Steve go before calling a halt. I was sure she would stop short of letting him touch between her legs, but the alcohol was clearly making her more pliant than I had expected.

But things in the front took a turn which diverted my attention away from Alice as, close by my side; Carmen brazenly raised the hem of her dress and, taking my free hand, placed it on her bare thighs just as her husband Steve had done to my wife. With my wrist in her hand, she spread her legs wider and eased my willing hand deep between her thighs till my delving fingers encountered the wet crotch of her panties. 

Oh my God! What was going on? 

There were more soft sounds coming from the back seat suggesting things were moving forward there too. My hand still on Carmen's damp crotch, I glanced in the mirror to see that Steve had now unbuttoned Alice's thin blouse and was in the process of pushing up her bra, exposing her breasts. My wife didn't seem to be putting up any real resistance at all as before my eyes he caressed her exposed nipples which rapidly stiffened and her chest rose and fell deeply. 

As I watched, desperately trying to keep one eye on the road, her flushed face lifted and her eyes met mine in the mirror. For a second we just stared at each other; then she lowered her head and leaned back against the seat. I looked across at Carmen, whose knowing smile told me she was very much aware of what was going on behind us. Lifting her hips slightly, she slid her panties down to her thighs, exposing her naked vulva then spread her legs more and pulled my hand firmly up against wet slit. I moved my fingers over her wetness, caressing her hairy lips then sliding my middle finger into her vagina. Carmen moaned softly as with her hand she continued working on the shaft of my cock. Above the road noise I could hear the wet slushy noise of my fingers in her pussy and the smell of her arousal began to fill my nostrils

A minute later, a glance in the mirror showed that things in the back had moved to a new level. Alice's legs were now stretched out along the bench seat, her thighs still exposed right up to her panties, and Steve was perched alongside her, his mouth on her erect nipples. She was still ostensibly resisting his advances, but was obviously becoming more and more aroused as his mouth and tongue did their job. I could hear her moaning softly, as if trying to keep the sound of her arousal from my ears, but she was clearly no longer in full control of her responses.

I was now so distracted that the MPV seemed to be driving itself. In my lap, Carmen continued her amazing ministrations on my cock, carefully keeping me just below the threshold of climax. I had now slipped two fingers deep into her wet pussy and was moving them around inside her. She moaned softly when I finally found her tiny clitoris and stroked the stiff bud with my thumb.

Looking in the mirror I saw that Steve had now pulled Alice's slip and skirt right under her, fully exposing her sheer nylon panties. As I watched helplessly, he gripped the waistband of her panties, urging her to lift up her bottom so he could pull them off. She shook her head at him as if to say that it had gone far enough already and pushed his hands away. But I now understood he wasn't going to stop trying to seduce her. He had already got perilously close to my wife's modesty, but I breathed a sigh of relief at her reaction, hoping and expecting that was as far as she was going to go.

Next to me, Carmen had spread her legs as wide as she could but her panties were stretched tightly around her thighs. She quickly leaned forward and pushed them over her knees, down to her ankles then spread herself grotesquely wide, giving me unimpeded access to her swollen, wet and now slightly gaping pussy. She moaned softly now as my fingers delved deep with her body my hugely swollen cock still in her hand, still just below the point of ejaculation. 

Deep down I knew I should pull over and stop the car, then stop both Carmen and protect my wife's fidelity from Steve's determined assault. But there was no rest stop and no other place to pull off and even deeper down I knew I had to see how far things would go so I tried to concentrate as best I could.

My fingers deeper in Carmen's wet and sticky hole, I looked back in the mirror to see that Steve's hand was now caressing the crotch of Alice's panties as he continued to kiss her lips and work on her firm breasts. A strange feeling came over me and I quietly flicked a switch on the dashboard, turning on the reading lights in the back. My wife's soaking panties were suddenly clearly visible, as was the pink flush in her cheeks. Steve smiled an almost triumphal smile and, as if sensing that Alice's resistance was weakening, and thinking the timing was right, he gripped the waist-band of her panties once again. 

I heard him whisper "Lift up!" 

This time Alice did as she was told and as she raised her hips, Steve deftly pulled her panties from under her, sliding them down her thighs. As they passed her buttocks she apparently had second thoughts and made a futile attempt to grab her vanishing panties, but Steve simply pulled them firmly down her legs over her feet and off, leaving my flushed and aroused wife naked to her waist behind me.

I saw a broad and definitely victorious smile cross Steve's face as he tossed her panties into the front of the car where they landed in Carmen's lap. She giggled as she glanced at them as if proud of the progress that Steve was making with my wife then, to my astonishment she took the lacy panties, wrapped them around my cock, and continued her stroking, seemingly untroubled at her husband's attempt to seduce my trembling wife. 

At the moment he appeared to be succeeding, but I still didn't think Alice would let him go all the way. She did look vulnerable though, lying there, highly aroused with her breasts fully exposed, her skirt and slip pulled up above her waist and stark naked from there downwards. 

Steve, obviously believing she was helpless and his for the taking, slid his trousers and shorts down below his knees, exposing, a very large, very thick and hard cock. I gulped at the sight, thinking that if I didn't do something at this point he really was going to fuck her. 

He moved towards her, his cock in his hand. To my relief I saw my wife shake her head and clearly say:

"No! No more! I can't do this!" She pressed her long and beautiful legs tightly together.

It was now almost impossible to drive safely, my eyes constantly gazing into the rear view mirror to see what they were doing in the back seat and with Carmen controlling my cock while I still had two fingers deep in her. The car wandered in its lane and kept hitting the rumble strip at the side of the road but by now it was well part midnight and there was next to no other traffic.

As if spurred on by her resistance Steve continued his assault on my wife's exposed body, kissing her lips and nipples, stroking her breasts and thighs, and judging by her soft moans and sighs Alice was beginning to respond to his caresses clearly weakened by her obvious sexual arousal, and the alcohol she had consumed. 

While Carmen's attentions to my cock did indeed keep me highly occupied I was still able to see in the mirror Steve's determined attempts to get between Alice's legs. After several half-glimpsed attempts he eventually managed to separate her long legs and get his hand deep between her thighs. I heard a long low familiar groan from my wife and guessed his fingers had straightaway found her sex. Carmen must have heard this too because she glanced into the back seat and, seeing what was taking place, smiled to herself. 

Alice's moaning continued and I watched spellbound as Steve's fingers worked hard on her vulva as mine had done on his own wife's -- indeed were doing at that moment. When I heard Alice gasp aloud in surprise I knew that he had found her clitoris and started hard in the mirror. Alice's eyes met mine again, her chest flushed pink with arousal and a look almost of fear on her face as if imploring me. 

Did she want me to intervene? Was she helpless? Had she completely lost control?

Her eyes widened and she moaned again then a little cry escaped her lips as Steve's muscles contracted and I guessed her had slid a finger deep into her. Alice dropped her gaze from mine, her eyes glazed as she gave herself over to the illicit moment. I could tell that Steve was now completely in control of my wife -- as indeed Carmen seemed to be of me - and that she was perilously close to submitting totally to him.


Journey into Cuckoldry - 7th Heaven



It was quite early on Saturday morning when I woke to find the bed next to me empty. My head ached from the previous night's drinking and dancing so I was somewhat dopey as I entered the kitchen in my boxer shorts and drank two long cool glasses of water.

The sun was gleaming on the surface of the pool and as I stared at its bright reflection, I noticed two familiar shapes low in the water; my lovely wife Alice and our young neighbour Mitch were doing their first hundred lengths of the day.

As I watched, they finished whatever count they were doing, stopped at the pool's shallow end and stood with their backs to the side, chatting enthusiastically. Alice's face was bright and beaming as her young athletic friend kept her amused and impressed.

"They're getting on well," Carmen said coming up silently behind me, a habit she seemed to have developed deliberately to unsettle me, "but not as well as last night if I recall correctly."

I grimaced. She certainly was correct. Apart from a great deal of close, slow dancing at the nearby bar-restaurant, I had watched Mitch - partly following an example set by Carmen herself - fondle my wife's firm buttocks through her dress as they had slow danced in front of me until Alice eventually moved his hands back to her waist. 

Her resistance seemed to have taken much longer that it might and afterwards I had watched her unconsciously rubbing herself against his thigh as they had danced through the last remaining songs of the evening.

They had also briefly kissed with mouths accidentally open and tongues in each other's mouths as we had said our 'Goodnights' later. 

You won't be surprised to hear that it hadn't crossed my mind to intervene at any point to prevent my wife being touched sexually by this young man or to hear that I found it all extremely erotic.

To my surprise, at her instigation and to encourage Mitch, I had fondled Carmen's rounded, curvy bottom for the first time - though of course nothing like to the same degree as my wife's buttocks had been enjoyed.

"When shall we tell her?" I asked, coming out of my reverie and referring to the bad news Carmen had told me the previous afternoon that Steve, her husband and my wife's lover had been so delayed in his business that he would now only arrive in the resort after Alice and I had returned home. 

He had first been delayed for two days, then a third, depriving Alice and me of three of the four days and nights of amazing sex and shuddering orgasms that she had been so looking forward to enjoying and I had been looking forward to watching. 

We had both been very disappointed by this. I suspected that her current cheerfulness because she expected Steve would arrive in a few hours and that if we were both lucky, before the sun went down he would have fucked her beyond sense and rationality before my eyes.

"We'll tell her over breakfast," Carmen insisted, '"let's not spoil her fun now." 

She nodded at the pool where a race was clearly in progress. Alice was half way through a length, swimming quickly with a great deal of splashing and as I watched, Mitch launched himself after her. There was no contest, even with half a length's lead and with a few powerful strokes Mitch caught up with her and grabbed her legs under the water. 

Alice squealed in delight, Mitch grabbed her around the waist, Alice turned towards him, her arms and legs flailing, Mitch pulled her towards him, her legs wrapped themselves around his waist so her bikini bottoms were resting on his swim shorts...

For a moment they froze, staring into each other's eyes, adjusting their positions, Mitch's midriff pressed hard against my wife's bikini clad vulva.

And then Carmen called across the terrace that she and I were starving and that was quite enough exercise for one morning. 

Mitch held my wife in his strong arms while she unwrapped her legs from around his thighs and lowered herself into the water. For a moment they both straightened their swim clothes awkwardly, Mitch's impressive erection impossible to hide under the skin tight material, then climbed the steps out of the pool and crossed to the terrace.

"Will I see you later?" the young man asked as he turned to go into his mother's villa.

"I hope so," I heard my wife reply, smiling sweetly as she joined Carmen and me at the table.

***

Later that morning, the three of us walked slowly through the smart marina a short drive away, staring open mouthed at the lines of sleek, expensive yachts that ostentatiously lined its walkways and their even more ostentatious owners and hangers-on. I loved boats, especially large ocean going yachts and occasionally dreamed of owning one if my lottery numbers ever came up. 

Normally I would be transfixed by the multi-million pound line up before us but that lunchtime my attention was fixed on my lovely wife who had taken the news of her lover's non-arrival in almost total silence -- an unusual state that persisted throughout breakfast and she had exchanged very few words with either me or Carmen since. 

I was sure I had seen tears rising in her pretty blue eyes too and my heart ached for her though she hadn't uttered a single word of complaint, perhaps knowing my own disappointment wasn't far behind hers.

Despite this, she had automatically dressed sexily for the day's excursion -- one that was originally intended to end with the collection of Steve from the airport -- and when she came into the lounge from our bedroom I was gobsmacked! 

My sweet wife and the mother of our two kids was wearing a pair of shorts cut off so high in the leg that, had she possessed any, her pubic hair would have been clearly visible at the crotch - certainly there was no possibility that she was wearing panties underneath. Added to that were a tight vest top cut just under her breasts which showcased her nipples alarmingly and revealed what was now very nearly a six-pack tummy to match Mitch's. On her feet she wore a pair of white trainers and short cotton socks, her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she wore large designer sunglasses.

"Sorry I'm late," she smiled as I closed my gaping mouth, "Will I do?"

"Wow!" was all I could reply. 

Presumably she had intended to arouse Steve from the moment he had arrived and entice him quickly into bed, possibly even enjoying some extremely intimate contact in the back seat of the car as they had when he had first seduced her. 

Dressed like that, she would most certainly have been successful and, given her extreme state of arousal and frustration, I would not have expected to see either of them for at least an hour after we had arrived back at the apartment.

As it was, with no lover to collect, I had ample opportunity to watch and admire my wife's slender body to the full. I wasn't alone in this as the glances and outright stares from most of the men we passed clearly showed. Alice herself was a little subdued, but still the bright, lovely woman I knew. 

"She's taking it well," Carmen said eventually as Alice paused to look into the window of a designer clothing store, "at least we didn't have tears or tantrums."

"She would never do that," I chided, "but I feel so bad for her - she's so frustrated," I said, "after all the build-up we both gave this holiday, for him not to be here at all..." I let the words hang in the air.

We continued along the quay until lunchtime when we enjoyed a few tapas and a long drink in a waterside restaurant. Then Alice and I strolled along the nearby private beach while Carmen went to buy another new sun dress -- there had been a sale in one of the designer shops -- and as we walked by the water's edge I felt my wife slip her arm through mine.

"I'm really sorry about Steve..." I began but she interrupted me.

"No, I'm sorry!" she insisted, "I've been selfish all morning. We're having a great time and I've been... distracted... it's spoiling our last day."

I squeezed her hand.

"No it isn't," I protested, "you're just disappointed, that's all. It's only natural. I'm badly disappointed too. I was looking forward to watching and... afterwards..." 

I ran out of words, embarrassed, but Alice hadn't finished.

"I'm sorry I was mean last night too. I know you only wanted to help. To be honest, in the night I wished you'd given me that orgasm after all. It was such a sweet thought but by then..."

I chuckled. "Well you'd given me what I needed the night before... I just thought..."

"It was a good thought," Alice smiled and squeezed my hand back. "and we might just have to do something about it and about you later tonight, Cucky Boy," 

I beamed at the thought. "I did bring the condoms..."

"The ribbed and studded ones?" she asked. I nodded. "I thought you might," she said softly. "You're a very special person."

"You're pretty hot stuff yourself," I added, a little embarrassed. 

Alice grinned, "Then we're an ideal couple," she laughed, "if not a very conventional one!"

Her fingers entwined with mine and for a few minutes we walked along the waterline, feeling the cool sea between our toes. I felt so proud of the wonderful, sexy woman by my side; proud that so many men wanted her too.

"I suppose we just built it all up too much," she continued pensively, "I just got much too excited..."

There was a long pause.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Well..." she sounded hesitant, "well, to be honest, I'm getting a bit... uneasy... about just how much I needed it... just how desperate I felt last night... what I'm turning into..."

"You're falling in love with Steve?" I asked, worriedly.

"NO!" she replied emphatically, "it's not that at all! I'm not in love with him! In lust with him maybe but you're the only man I've ever loved! The only reason I can enjoy being fucked is because I know you're there for me and happy for me."

I smiled, relieved and took her hands in mine. "So what is it then?" I asked gently.

"It's... it's the way he makes me feel... when he..." she looked around as if seeing if anyone could overhear us and her voice became passionate, "when he... he fucks me... it's just so incredible... so overwhelming... like nothing on earth... I know I just have to have it again... and again! It's not love; it's purely physical but... I don't know...!"

There was a silence.

"Have I shocked you?" she asked anxiously.

"Of course not," I insisted, "I've been there! I've seen what it does to you. To be honest it makes me green with envy; I've never had an orgasm like that and probably never will! Maybe men can't feel that way!"

"But it feels like I can't live without it now! What if I've become addicted? Could you live with your wife being addicted to sex?" her voice was low but earnest, "Especially if it's not always with you?"

For some reason the answer came quickly and automatically.

"Our sex life has never been as exciting as it is now and we've seldom been closer," I replied truthfully, "as long as we're honest; as long as you don't fall in love with someone else; as long as our marriage stays strong and we don't hurt the kids, I can live with you and your addiction!"

"You really mean that, don't you?" It was more a statement than a question.

"I want you to be happy," I whispered, "right now, watching you dressing sexily, being seduced and fucked senseless makes me happy too. Very happy in fact. It doesn't matter if that's unconventional, it's our business."

To my surprised delight she kissed me full on the lips, open mouthed, her tongue reaching deep into my mouth. My arms went round her waist and her arms went around my shoulders. For a long time she hung from me, kissing deeply before finally coming up for breath.

"There aren't many men who would say that and mean it," she grinned, "I do love you Cucky Boy!"

***

We returned to the apartment, changed and went back onto the terrace for a last afternoon of sunbathing. Mitch had clearly been waiting for our arrival because within a few minutes of the girls stripping off and lying topless on their sun beds, he joined us dripping water and full of smiles. 

His powerful swimmer's body looked amazing; the water reflecting the sun's early afternoon rays. Unsurprisingly the girls both welcomed him warmly despite his apparent inability to look at anything other than their naked breasts.

Carmen pulled a sun bed between hers and Alice's though he seemed only to have eyes for my wife. For the next few hours his contagious boyish enthusiasm and obvious admiration for her improved the atmosphere still further and the pair of them were soon chatting, giggling and every so often breaking off for sessions in the pool, many of which involved horse-play and a fair amount of shrieking and splashing.

"Kids could always cheer her up," I said cheerily to Carmen as she lay beside me in the sunshine, but she wasn't really listening. Instead she just sipped her gin & tonic and watched the two frolickers in the pool with a strange smile on her face.

***

We had planned a special 'farewell' meal for that evening in a Michelin-Starred restaurant about half an hour's drive away and had booked a table well in advance.

That was when we were expecting Steve to be the fourth person in the party; that he would have spent the evening seducing my wife in front of me and that on our return, the two of them would have had a long and spectacular final mating which Carmen and I would watch and enjoy. 

And then afterwards, while Carmen was being fucked senseless by her husband, I had been looking forward to enjoying the increasingly familiar taste of his semen mixed with my wife's juices - a dish best served fresh from between her lovely sticky thighs.

Of course, now Steve wasn't going to be present but the lure of this restaurant was simply too great for us to cancel the table so Carmen asked Mitch if he would take his place. 

At first, the boy was very anxious about the cost of the meal but she assured him that dinner would be 'on us' (meaning on me) and he accepted the invitation with delight.

The table had been booked for eight o'clock - very early by Spanish standards but it was the only slot available and anyway, as Carmen had said when the two of us had originally booked it, an early finish meant there would be plenty of time afterwards for the 'happy couple to enjoy themselves' -- and of course I had hoped to enjoy myself a great deal too.

For such an event, it was of course necessary for both the girls to spend ages preparing themselves and my job became one of keeping them supplied with the fizzy Cava they both loved for the hour or more they would both need to look their best.

I of course thought they both looked stunning anyway but my opinion didn't seem to count so I happily assumed the role of butler.

Alice seemed a little subdued but even in disappointment, could not bear to go out looking anything but her sexy best.

"You know I'm happy to help if you need... well, a bit of release. There's still time," I offered, placing a refilled glass on the dressing table as she sat in a fluffy white towel and prepared to dry her hair. 

She smiled indulgently. "I know you are. Maybe I'll take you up on the offer later. Have the condoms ready just in case!" the humour in her voice was very sexy. 

"Well at least we've got a great dinner tonight," I said enthusiastically, "from what I've seen, you've been looking forward to the restaurant almost as much as you were looking forward to spending time with Steve..."

She grinned at my obvious exaggeration.

"Nice try, Cucky boy, but I had planned on having both!"

"Having your cake and eating it too?" 

"That's about it!" she chuckled.

I smiled; at least I could still make her laugh.

"And Mitch is coming too, now. He seems to make you smile easily enough," I hazarded. To my surprise, Alice went a little quiet and blushed.

"He's funny and he's good company, but he's just a boy." 

"He doesn't look like one or swim like one," I challenged, "he's got an incredible physique... and he's very keen on you."

"Don't embarrass me," she said, her voice telling me she wasn't really cross, "He's just being polite. I'm old enough to be his mother."

"You've seen his mother. You're not a bit like her, my little Hotwife!"

"Isn't it time to phone the kids?" she frowned pulling a face at me, "You talk to them while I dry my hair."

Five minutes later my father put the first of our kids on the phone. From the tone of all their voices, it was obvious that both Grandparents and Grandchildren had been having a great week with visits to museums, the seaside, arcades, cinemas, theme parks and more. It was also obvious that our kids would be handed back to us exhausted and utterly spoilt.

*** 

It was well past eight o'clock when I paid off the taxi outside the restaurant as the girls chatted happily with Mitch, straightening their dresses and hair before passing through tall wrought iron gates and into the large, white-walled lobby.

We looked good, though I say so myself, and after several drinks at the apartment, were feeling good too. Alice's good mood had returned and Carmen was positively glowing with energy. 

The She-Devil had reverted to the short black figure-hugging dress that showed off her womanly curves to best effect and suited her mischievous personality to a tee. She had tied a thin red sash around her waist, wore high black and red heels on her feet and a red ribbon in her thick black hair. Add some simple but expensive gold jewellery and she just oozed sexuality.

The effect was not lost on our young friend Mitch who had dressed simply if a little old for his years in chinos and a tight polo shirt that seemed designed to show off his muscular build.

If this was his intention then it had certainly worked. Since Alice's descent into Hotwife status, I had spent many more hours in the gym and had 'beefed up' to a physique I hadn't possessed since my rugby-playing days. But in my tailored white shirt and dark trousers I couldn't come close to the body Mitch was displaying and which was attracting the attention of both Alice and Carmen and indeed most of the women in the restaurant. I felt a little out-classed.

Alice herself had really made an effort. Dressed again in the simple short red dress that I adored and which had featured before in her infidelities, her newly tanned figure was perfectly if modestly displayed. Framed by a high hemline above and red patent heels below, her tanned legs seemed impossibly slim and improbably long and simply merged into the smooth lines of her slender, boyish hips and waist as the dress' smooth lines hugged her flat, athletic tummy and equally flat chest, which as usual was unencumbered by a bra. 

Her long blonde hair had been curled for a change, hanging loose over the unbroken tan of her shoulders and she wore a red Alice band which matched her dress, shoes and handbag. Though far less overtly sexual than Carmen, my lovely wife looked simply stunning! For that evening at least, we were 'the beautiful people'.

The night was warm but not oppressive and we were ushered through to the restaurant's courtyard and sat alongside a shallow pool with a soft fountain. The table was rectangular rather than square or round and for a few moments the English dilemma about who should sit where kept us giggling but eventually Carmen and I sat next to each other on one side of the table while Alice and Mitch sat side by side facing us. No Englishman would expect to sit next to his wife at table; I sat opposite Alice which wasn't quite 'de rigeur' but I couldn't have asked for a more attractive vista.

And the food was extraordinary, very much living up to the place's Michelin starred status in both quality and price! Fortunately by the dinner arrived we were all feeling mellow and the fabulous gin and tonics and equally wonderful wines helped cushion the shock when the check eventually arrived - at my place. 




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Aided by this tipsiness, the conversation flowed freely and Carmen, to my surprise, became extraordinarily flirty, directing her attentions a little towards Mitch but to my surprise mostly in my direction. Before the starters had been served, her chair was so close to mine that our thighs were touching and at many times during the meal I felt her hand on my thigh or even higher, squeezing gently -- or not so gently -- as the mood took her.

Across the table, Mitch was quiet, as if rather over-awed by his surroundings and his older but stunning female companions, making him appear younger even than his twenty years. This seemed to bring out something of the mothering instinct in both Carmen and Alice who began to try and draw him out of his reticence by asking bolder and bolder questions about himself.

Well, Carmen asked the questions in her rather forceful manner and after a while I noticed my wife was holding his hand under the table in a reassuring, almost protective way.

Once the food had been ordered and the excellent if over-priced wine had been poured, the Carmen Inquisition discovered a great deal about our young friend. 

Yes, he enjoyed being at University; Yes, he found the academic side hard work; No, he wasn't sure what he wanted to do afterwards but it would be something to do with sport; Yes, he had a girlfriend at University; Yes, he missed her; No, she wasn't a swimmer; Yes, he was excited about the prospect of swimming for England!

There was a pause in the interrogation as we ate our starters, which apart from being excellent gave Mitch a chance to draw breath. I noticed Alice smiling indulgently at him and squeezing his hand -- having suffered Carmen's interrogations ourselves on many occasions, she and I could sympathise with his discomfort but in truth were interested too.

Between courses, and as the second bottle of wine was drained into our glasses, our inhibitions loosened a little more and Carmen managed to discover that: 

Yes, he was upset at his parents' separation; No, he didn't like his mother's young boyfriend; Yes, they did have a lot of loud sex; Yes, it did embarrass him terribly; Yes, it did make him miss his girlfriend more; Yes, they did sleep together (he blushed visibly at this confession); Yes, he thought having a strong fit body was very important; Yes, he enjoyed training and helping others to train better; Yes, he had thought of becoming a coach; Yes, he thought Alice was really sexy and had an amazing body!

As Carmen extracted this last piece of information, Mitch's face froze when he realised what he had said and who he had said it in front of! There was a sudden icy pause in the conversation during which he didn't seem able to look either Alice or me in the eye.

But then Carmen laughed that, if he fancied with Alice, he'd better take his place in the queue with all the other men she had met this week and we all broke out laughing, including Alice who I noticed slipped her arm through his and rested her blonde head playfully on his strong shoulder. Through the glass table top I saw her rub her bare thigh against his leg and his hand slipped silently downwards onto her knee. 

She didn't move it away.

The light hearted atmosphere continued throughout the main course and dessert, all of which were superb; a little over-fancy for my tastes but the girls loved it all. By the time coffee was served and a third bottle of wine finished, Carmen's chair was pressed so close to mine that she might almost have been sitting on my lap. Certainly her bare thigh was pressed full length against mine and her hand kept straying from my knee to my groin and back as she chatted animatedly.

Across the table, Alice and Mitch were being more reserved despite both being noticeably 'squiffy' as Alice put it, but even their chairs were very close together and I could see their legs touching through the glass table top. I could also see the way in which they held hands under the table from time to time, especially when Carmen's questioning of Mitch became intense or personal. 

I also noticed how in response, Mitch had begun to stroke my wife's thigh and that far from removing his hand, she had perhaps unconsciously allowed her knees to part slightly giving him better access.

Our taxi arrived a little late so after paying the alarmingly large bill, I joined Mitch and the girls for a brief walk around the garden in the cooling night air. Carmen immediately slipped her arm through mine and steered me firmly along the pathway towards the fountain, leaving Alice and Mitch to follow, slightly awkwardly.

"If you're going to be my date, you might look as if you're enjoying it," Carmen whispered, her words slurred. 

"I am enjoying it," I insisted, "but I think you're up to no good!"

"Then just go with the flow, Mister C," she replied, "I think you and I can make something of the evening yet!"

She slipped her arm around my waist and we strolled for a few minutes then, reaching the end of the path, turned to re-trace our steps. As we turned, there was a sudden movement in front of us and I noticed Mitch rapidly removing his arm from around my wife's shoulders then pretending to be pointing at something in the sky.

I smiled inwardly as I escorted Carmen to the waiting taxi. 

It was a tight squeeze for Mitch and the two girls in the back seat but interestingly, none of them complained as the taxi drove rather too quickly along the coast road back to the apartment. From my position in the front I could direct the driver to the right block, but was amused to see my wife's slightly tipsy head resting on Mitch's shoulder, her eyes closing. I was also surprised to see his hand on her bare thigh, stroking it up and down. The boy was getting bolder.

When we arrived at the apartment block, I paid off the taxi while Mitch and the girls unfolded themselves from the back seat and straightened their clothes once again. 

"Well, goodnight and thanks for a really great evening..." I heard Mitch beginning to say behind me. I turned.

"You can't just leave us now," Carmen insisted. "It's only eleven thirty. I'm not nearly ready for my own bed yet!"

I'm not sure whether Mitch caught or understood her use of the word 'own' but he smiled.

"Are you sure it's ok? I don't want to overstay my welcome... "

"Certain!" Alice insisted, "We can't let our last night fizzle out this early!"

I smiled. My wife's good mood was evident, even if a little alcohol-assistance had been needed. The four of us meandered and wobbled our unsteady way into the apartment and while I opened a bottle of Spanish brandy and passed round the bowl-shaped goblets, Carmen slid the glass terrace doors wide open, letting the refreshing night air into the room.

"Cheers!" she smiled, raising her glass to mine. "To a great meal and... to new friends!"

The four of us clinked our goblets together and sipped the strong coarse liquor. Surprised by its burning, Alice began to cough, her eyes wide and laughing as she bent over. In response, Mitch came instantly to the rescue, patting her unconvincingly on the back then putting his arm around her waist to steady her as she gradually stopped choking and giggling.

"Water!" Carmen commanded, waving me away to the kitchen, "and we'd better get the coffee on too," she added, following me so closely that she almost pushed me out of the room.

"Don't worry about that," she said as I began filling a glass at the kitchen tap, "let's get the coffee on." I reached for the tin of ground beans but before I could touch it, Carmen's hand was on mine. "There's no hurry, Mister Cuckold," she said, looking me straight in the eyes, "let's give them a little bit of privacy."

The wine and brandy must have taken a bit of a toll on me because it was a good few moments before the implication of what she had said reached the front of my brain.

"Carmen!" I gasped in amazement, "You're trying to get Alice and Mitch to..." but I couldn't finish the sentence.

Carmen said nothing but her dark brown eyes sparkled and gleamed in the low kitchen light.

"But he's so young!" I protested, "Jesus Carmen, he's almost young enough to be..."

"To be by far the best bet she's seen in a month!" she cut right across me, "he's young, fit, gorgeous, quite experienced and, in case you haven't noticed, the two of them are completely smitten with each other!"

Could it really be true? They had certainly been getting on well but had it meant anything more? Alice had dismissed the idea because of his age but then what about the dancing, and all that holding hands beneath the table at dinner tonight?

Suddenly the idea wasn't crazy. I picked up my brandy and sipped it deep in thought while Carmen slowly began to make coffee. When she had assembled four small cups and the coffee pot on a tray, she turned to me and whispered.

"You can carry this through to the lounge but go quietly. If things are going well, I don't want to put him off. He's still young and might not have the confidence to make love to an older woman. He doesn't know what a pushover your sweet wife actually is."

She opened the door and we crossed the hallway in near silence, our feet padding softly on the marble floor. The lounge door stood open and I could see the two potential lovers framed against the large glass windows. They were talking animatedly, facing each other as if to exclude the rest of the world, their bodies so close that their arms and occasionally legs kept brushing against one another. My wife's face was raised towards Mitch's, her eyes bright and gleaming with attraction and interest and she kept touching his strong forearm as they chatted.

"For God's sake... can't he see she's desperate for it?" Carmen whispered impatiently in my ear. "Come on, Mister Cuckold!"

She led me into the lounge, still carrying the tray which I placed on the low table. Alice and Mitch paused in their conversation as we arrived and accepted a cup of coffee each from Carmen and a refill of their brandy from me. I noticed Mitch looked a little unhappy at the interruption and that they were careful not to move any further apart but their hands were no longer actually touching.

"I think that brandy has gone to my head a little," Carmen suddenly announced, taking my arm as if for support, "will you bring my coffee out on the terrace?" she asked me, "I need a bit of fresh air."

My eyebrows rose sharply, Carmen was quite obviously inventing this but I felt compelled to go along with her plan, whatever it was.

"Of course," I smiled, "here, take my arm -- it's all right, I can carry that!" I quickly said to Mitch who was about to pick up Carmen's coffee for her, "she'll be fine in a while."

And with that, I led the slightly unstable Carmen through the large glass windows and onto the terrace, leaving my wife and the boy together in the lounge. As we reached the open end of the terrace, Carmen casually directed me to one side as if following the path to the pool but once out of sight, she turned back on her tracks and drew me to a spot hidden from the secluded end of the terrace by the large, aromatic bougainvillea hedge. 

"Look!" she hissed, pointing through the hedge. 

I looked and realised that the whole of the secluded terrace, the lounge and its occupants, though hidden from prying eyes in other apartments and the pool, were clearly visible to us but that we ourselves were completely hidden from them.

"Wow!" I gasped, surveying the scene, my eyes fixed on Mitch and my wife still standing talking in the lounge. I couldn't hear their conversation because they had nearly closed the large glass windows but their body language was still as it was before, close but not yet intimate.

"He's awkward," Carmen whispered, "she's telegraphing that she's available but he hasn't got the message yet," she grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet, "Come on, Mister Cuckold!" 

I followed her obediently back onto the terrace, puzzled. As we set foot on the tiles, her arm was through mine and her body pressed close as she steered me carefully into a pool of light where Alice and Mitch couldn't fail to see us then turned to face me and pressed her body full on against mine. 

I looked at her, puzzled but before I could open my mouth she slipped her arms around my neck and hissed, 

"Kiss me!" 

"Wha...?" I stammered.

"For fuck's sake, Kiss me!" she hissed, pulling my head down to meet her rising lips, "He's watching!"

In an instant Carmen's lips were on mine, her mouth open, her tongue forcing my teeth apart and plunging into my mouth seeking mine. At first, this assault shocked me but my body responded instinctively and within a few seconds I had thrown myself into the embrace. 

Carmen's arms gripped my neck more tightly and she pressed her body hard against mine as she sucked on my tongue. I felt my rapidly growing erection pressing hard into her upper belly and my hands fell to her lower back, where they pulled her body hard against mine.

"That's better, Mister Cuckold!" She whispered, releasing my tongue and sliding her cheek alongside mine. "Now show me you're not as useless a date as I thought you were. Give me a good groping!"

My hands dropped from her lower back to her buttocks and I obediently began to knead them through her tight black dress, feeling their smooth softness -- so unlike Alice's firm, athletic cheeks that I knew so well. Pressed against mine, Carmen's whole body was different; softer, sexier and with an aroma so distinctively hers. I inhaled deeply, feeling increasingly aroused by this extraordinary woman who had wreaked such pleasurable havoc in our lives.

As we kissed, I felt Carmen guiding me gently but firmly, her body pressed hard against mine as we slowly turned on the terrace's edge. My cock was suddenly very hard indeed and pressed into her shapely belly where she deliberately moved from side to side against it. She felt hot, soft and incredibly sexy.

"Careful!" she whispered into my ear, resting her head on my shoulder, "We don't want any accidents down there, do we?" Her timing was indeed good; I was certainly becoming very aroused. "Let's see if he's taken the hint."

For a second I wondered what she meant and then realised that the She-Devil had simply been manoeuvring me so she could watch Alice and Mitch over my shoulder as wee kissed. I mentally kicked myself for my stupidity but then to my surprise found her lips back on mine and her tongue in my mouth once again. I massaged her buttocks firmly through her dress, feeling their soft femininity under my fingers.

"That's the way..." she whispered, her mouth breaking free of mine. "Look!"

She carefully turned me round until my face was towards the window. Her lips were still on mine but over her shoulder I could see the action now beginning to take place. Mitch had put down his drink and taken Alice's fingers in his. He was leaning towards her and, gradually, she was leaning towards him... closer... closer... 

As if in slow motion, their lips met, very gently at first as if unsure what was happening; their mouths parted for a second and I saw my wife staring downwards at the floor. Mitch looked anxious and said something to her. Alice raised her head suddenly, her eyes open, her face anxious too. 

There was a long pause then their mouths came together again, this time much more passionately. Moments later I saw my wife's jaw drop and realised that the boy's tongue must have entered her mouth or hers entered his and they began to kiss with a passion that built and built, still only holding hands but with mouths deeply united, tongues clearly visible as they came up for breath. 

"Yesss!" Carmen hissed into my ear, then kissed me again as passionately as my wife and Mitch were kissing before pulling me into the shadows at the edge of the terrace and breaking kiss but not our embrace. "Now watch!" she whispered in my ear

Despite the low light in the lounge, I could see that Mitch and Alice were now finally in full embrace, her slim body wrapped in his powerful arms, her small hands between his shoulder blades, her mouth wide open as his tongue delved deeply. She was rubbing herself gently against his groin where I pictured a massive erection growing.

They kissed for a long time, eyes tightly closed, hands stroking each other's arms, shoulders and backs but there was no sign of anything further about to happen.

"This is almost painful," Carmen chuckled, "time for another little nudge!" she said enigmatically, drawing me back onto the terrace and into Mitch's line of sight again, swaying casually as if we had just been for a short stroll, holding my hand playfully as a lover might. 

She paused by the table and turned, placing us in the low light where Mitch couldn't possibly miss us then pulled me to her and, arms around my neck once again, kissed me full on the lips. She tasted wonderful and my hands automatically went to her waist where I stroked her soft curves with my fingers.

"Get your hands on my butt, quickly," she whispered. My fingers quickly found her soft buttocks and began to knead them. "That's right," she sighed, "now fondle me some more... that's nice..."

I began to realise just how much I was enjoying being Carmen's plaything but even now something told me not to take what was happening at face value.

"Lift my dress!" She suddenly hissed in my ear.

"What?" I whispered back.

"He's not going fast enough and she'll go off the boil. Lift my bloody dress for Christ's sake."

My hands quickly worked their way down to the hem of Carmen's tight dress and insinuated themselves underneath. Her bare legs were warm and incredibly soft to my touch. I raised the hem further until I felt the elastic of her panties against my fingertips. A wriggle or two more and suddenly her dress was around her waist, her paper thin panties under my fingertips.

"He's seen us!" she whispered, "Now get your hands in my knickers," she commanded. 

I kissed her more lightly now, my mind struggling to keep up with the fast moving scenario. Obediently I slipped my palms down over her soft buttocks and under the elastic of her panties to cup her bare cheeks. She breathed softly in my ear.

"Mmm that's nice. I think he's getting the idea... Now do you really need me to tell you what to do from here?" she chuckled. 

Remembering the first time Steve and Carmen had conquered us in our own MPV all those months ago, I kneaded Carmen's buttocks for a few moment more then slowly ran a finger along the cleft in between. She moaned softly and pressed herself harder against my erection.

"I can't see..." I protested.

"Mmm that's nice, Mister Cuckold... mmm... he's doing ok... they're still kissing... he's slipping her straps off her shoulders... her top's falling away... mmm that's really nice... he's bared her boobs now.... Christ! She's got tiny tits... my God those nipples are hard... mmm don't stop Mister C... he's got his hand on her left tit... Oh Hell, you might as well see for yourself!"

She turned me slowly round, my hands still deep inside her panties, until I could see into the window once again. There stood my sweet blonde wife, her red dress hanging loosely round her waist, her breasts totally naked and exposed. Mitch's fingers were toying with her dark pointed nipples, her chest was rising and falling and her mouth, firmly pressed to his, opening wider as she became more and more aroused.

"Don't stop!" Carmen growled and I realised my hands had frozen within her panties. I began to knead her again in time with Mitch's massaging of my wife's breasts, my fingertips running along her cleft, over her most private places before delving towards her vulva from behind.

As my long middle finger brushed against the base of Carmen's slit, I saw Mitch's hands drop to my wife's bottom where they gripped her buttocks firmly for a moment making her rise on her tiptoes in pleasure. 




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My hands froze as I watched, dimly aware of low moans coming from Carmen's mouth while her hips gyrated ever so gently against my probing fingers. Then, before my eyes, Mitch's fingers began to travel further down my wife's dress until, like mine, they found its hem. 

As if in slow motion, Mitch began to raise the back of Alice's dress, higher and higher, tentatively as if expecting her to stop him at any moment, until it had almost reached her waist, revealing an impossibly arousing glimpse of her firm, bare buttocks and the red thong panties she was wearing beneath. 

My heart thumped as he exposed her bottom for a surprisingly long time, his palms now pressed against her bare skin squeezing and parting her buttocks so that the red thong stood out clearly against their paleness.

"Has he fingered her yet?" Carmen asked in my ear, her hand now fondling my groin as she continued to rub herself against my hand. I quickly told her and she let out a grunt of exasperation.

"Slip my knickers down," she ordered quietly but positively.

"Are you sure?" I asked stupidly, my palms still inside her panties, her moistness on my fingertips.

"Come on, Cucky Boy! Strip me - before she changes her mind!"

With a deftness I had forgotten I possessed, I flicked my wrists backwards and Carmen's panties slid down the backs of my hands to rest in the crease at the top of her thighs. Her pubic hair was now uncovered but still pressed to my waist.

"Keep my dress high, stupid..."

I scooped her dress high up over her waist then slipped her panties further down her thighs until they rested around her knees. She turned me round so my back was towards the couple, her own bare buttocks now exposed to the night air.

"He's got the message... he's let her go... kneeling in front of her... he's kissing her tummy... now her boobs... Oh wow! She likes that... his hands are on her bottom... God! He's sucking her tits... Jesus she likes that too!"

The commentary was incredibly arousing and unbelievably frustrating at the same time. I tried to manoeuvre Carmen so that I could see better but she kept kissing me and grinding her slit against my fingers as she continued, my brain trying to understand which words were about my wife and which were about Carmen herself:

"She's got her fingers in his hair... his hands are under her dress... Christ! That feels good... she's staring at the ceiling... looks like he's trying to finger her now... Oooh, she loves that... she's opened her legs a bit... now he's ... Yes, down come her knickers... and up go his fingers... mmm don't stop... he's fingering her... deep inside her cunt... she really likes that... she's rubbing against his fingers... he's lifting her dress right up... his face is on her cunt... Hell, she's shaved herself... he's licking her..."

I couldn't bear not seeing any longer and roughly span the pair of us round until I could see the performance for myself. There they were, exactly as Carmen had described; Alice's dress was nothing more than a thick red band around her waist now, her small boobs with their hard, pointed nipples totally exposed. Her panties were around her ankles, her legs were slightly parted and to my amazement, Mitch, still fully dressed, was kneeling in front of her, his handsome face pressed firmly against her hairless vulva as his fingers thrust upwards into her vagina.

Alice's head was thrown back and her fingers were tightly entwined in his hair as he tongued and lapped at her bare slit, the sound of low moaning was clearly audible through the small gap in the large glass windows and her knees were wobbling visibly. 

I stared open mouthed, my fingers slipping away from Carmen's damp slit. For a second, she seemed to object then I felt her take me by the hand and lead me back across the terrace to our hiding place behind the bougainvillea where she stood directly in front of me, her dress raised around her waist, her bare buttocks pressed against my midriff. Automatically my arms slipped round her waist until my hands were in her groin, my fingertips were placed on her damp slit again, and I began to stroke. 

In the lounge, Alice's wobbly knees had folded beneath her and I watched Mitch's strong arms guide her trembling body to the edge of the couch, laying her back against its cushion. He swiftly slipped her red thong over her heels and away, then placed a hand on each of her slender knees and parted her unresisting legs. For a moment, my lovely wife lay grotesquely displayed, her legs wide apart, her hairless vulva almost obscenely offered, its puffy outer lips parted, the red slit at it its core wide open.

I saw Mitch unfasten his belt and lower his zipper. I watched his trousers fall to his ankles, revealing his long, athletic legs then his hands went to his waist and he wriggled his shorts down over the huge bulge between his legs, which sprang forcefully free.

"Jesus!" Carmen gasped and I concurred. The boy was simply huge!

He dropped to his knees between my wife's thighs, temporarily unsighting us. Alice stared at his groin, her eyes wide, her mouth half open while he fumbled his way into position.

I saw her face grimace as if he had missed his target, then she reached down between her thighs as if guiding him. A second later her head flopped back on the cushion, her eyes closed and a strange half drunk look came over her.

And then it happened! Mitch's slim, athletic buttocks tightened suddenly, his body thrust powerfully forward and Alice's eyes burst open wide as right in front of me, the boy drove his huge erect penis hard into my wife's eagerly waiting vagina. 

"Yes!" Carmen hissed triumphantly by my side, her voice hard and clearly aroused, "Yes, Yes, Yes!"

Mitch had penetrated her! His young, almost teenage cock was now deep in my wife's body. My sweet, pretty wife was about to be fucked by a boy almost young enough to be her son and there was nothing I wanted to do about it other than watch! 

My fingers fell from Carmen's vulva as I stared at the scene before me. She took my hand in hers and pressed it back between her thighs as together we watched Mitch's tight, naked buttocks rise slowly back before being driven forcefully forward, thrusting his young cock deep into my wife's vagina again. 

There was a faint gasp. Alice's head rose sharply as the shock of the penetration hit her and I watched amazed, wondering just how big Mitch's cock actually was. Alice was used to Steve's monster cock by now but this, only the second adulterous cock to fill her vagina seemed to have taken her by surprise.

"Ohhhh! That looks good!" Carmen growled aggressively, pressing my fingers hard against her hot vulva.

Once again his buttocks rose then slammed forwards. This time my wife yelped loud enough to be heard through the almost-closed window.

"That's some cock he's got," Carmen whispered in awe, "I've seen it through his trunks but now... Jesus! She'll remember this fucking for a long time!"

I felt Carmen's hot labia swell under my fingers as Mitch began to thrust in and out of my wife's vagina in slow, measured thrusts, long and deep, each one driving her hard into the couch. Alice's head turned sharply from side to side in time with his thrusts as he fucked her, her hands first on his shoulders, then on his waist, then reaching for his buttocks as if to pull him still deeper into her body.

"Look at her! She wants him so badly, the little Slut!"

Carmen was right; the last few weeks of near-abstinence were clearly paying off for both of them. Alice's hands were grabbing at her young lover's toned body as if in a desperate effort to draw him even deeper into hers and he was trying his hardest to penetrate her.

"Aaah! Aaah!" we could hear Alice panting through the glass, along with the knocking sound of the couch being thrust inch by inch across the marble floor.

The pace of thrusting grew faster and harder, Mitch's tight buttocks clenching with every stroke, his thighs muscles bunching as he drove himself into my wife's body. Alice's legs were flailing as his muscular hips hammered into her bare mound, forcing her thighs as wide apart as I had ever seen them, even under Steve's expert ministrations. 

"Fuck her, boy. Fuck her!"

My fingers were crudely shoved away from Carmen;s vulva and I was dimly aware of some frantic activity taking place in her crotch. 

"Oooooooohhhhhh!" Alice's voice rose in pitch and volume as a small orgasm washed over her, drowning out the soft wet sound coming from between Carmen's thighs.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhyyyyeeesssssss!" Alice's moaning grew louder as a second, more intense climax overtook the first. Her hands were clenching and unclenching now, grasping the air as Mitch pummelled her vulva in rapid but deep thrusts.

"Nnnn! Nnnn! Nnnn!" a third shattering orgasm wracked her body. 

Even with Steve, I had never known my wife reach orgasm so quickly or so intensely. Her sexual frustration had been almost unbearably high but even so, Mitch's cock must have been something very special -- its effect on Alice was profound and as a fourth wave of orgasm surged through her, I saw her eyes lose focus and her head roll as if she was about to pass out.

Mitch appeared to have noticed this too because he slowed his thrusts to a halt, then paused, his cock still buried right to the hilt.

Carmen paused in her masturbation too as, before our eyes, Mitch's drew himself out of Alice's vagina then turned her easily round so that she was on her knees, her upper body resting on the couch and her vulva, already red and puffy, presented towards the window where we sat. 

Alice's body was like a rag doll in his strong hands as Mitch slid around behind her, forcing her knees apart and positioning himself between her legs. His bottom obscured our view a little but we were very soon treated to the sight of a huge contraction in his athletic buttocks as he rammed his cock deep into my wife's vagina from behind.

"Fuck yes!" Carmen exclaimed.

Despite her dizziness, Alice gasped and her hands shot forwards in shock at the violent penetration, then flew back as if to try and push Mitch away; as if he had taken her too roughly or too deeply. 

Mitch simply swept her arms aside and continued to thrust powerfully into her from behind and after a few seconds of half-protest, I saw her arms relax and her fingers sink deeply into the sofa's cushion again as his body slammed into hers. 

Mitch truly was giving her a fucking to remember! Alice's voice rose in a muffled wail and he pulled her head roughly back by her hair, arching her back as he drove himself into her faster and faster.

"Oh God!" I heard Carmen moan alongside me, her fingers merely a blur between her thighs.

I turned back to the window where Mitch had now drawn my wife's arms back and was holding one hand in each of his, pulling her into an arch, lifting her head from the cushion and forcing her bodily even harder onto his thrusting cock. 

Alice's head was thrown back too, her mouth wide open in an orgasm so noisy and powerful we could hear it echo off the apartment block opposite; a wail of agony, or ecstasy, or both! I had never seen her cum as hard as this before and despite myself, envied her the incredible pleasure she was enjoying at Mitch's hands.

Now his hips were almost a blur, the slapping sounds of his waist against her battered buttocks clearly audible above her moans; the pained, wide-eyed expression on my wife's usually sweet face showing just how hard he was making her cum. 

"It looks like... you're married... to a real Slut now." Carmen growled at me as her own passion rose, "I reckon... your sweet Alice... will take... any cock on offer... from now on."

I stared at the mating couple open mouthed, my cock now rock hard but no match for Mitch's youthful monster as my wife's devastating multiple orgasms made abundantly clear. Her head was sagging from her repeated climaxes, her legs trembling as Mitch's thrusts grew faster and faster. 

Carmen was right! She really had become a Slut; remarkably easy to seduce once again and now merely putty in this young man's hands, letting him take her any way he wanted.

"Look...at her... cumming," Carmen growled, the fingers of her right hand between her thighs, her left hand suddenly gripping my groin, "How does that... make you feel... Mister Cuckold?"

I couldn't respond because at that point Mitch's thrusts became wild and random as almost without warning, his own orgasm began; his body barely under control as he climaxed inside her. Dropping Alice's hands, he grasped her roughly by the waist, his fingers digging deep into her skinny flesh, and hammered himself repeatedly into her body, driving her head hard against the sofa cushion, her hair a disorganised blonde fan over her sweaty back and face as his very obvious ejaculation began.

"Yes..!" 

I heard Carmen hiss under her breath in triumph, one hand between her thighs, the other suddenly digging sharply into my bulge making me yelp in surprise. "She's taking his load! And begging for it. Listen!"

Alice's cries were clear and loud as she came massively, one final time. I stared wide eyed at the fornicating couple; the boy continuing to inseminate my wife; his body still in spasm; his buttocks tightly clenched and twitching. 

Carmen's grip on my erection became so tight I had to stifle a cry of pain.

"Jesus! He's... he's filling her," she gasped in admiration, "your sweet wife's cunt's taking a real hammering this time, Mister Cuckold!"

She was right. For an extraordinary amount of time I stood frozen to the spot, pressed close to Carmen's hot, sexy body, totally incapable of intervening while Mitch pumped his semen into my wife's unresisting, entirely compliant body. 

Alice let out a new, low moan and I pictured his pale sticky seed cascading into her, spattering her cervix, filling her vagina then -- I hoped -- dripping slowly down her inner thighs ready for me to...

"Christ! That boy can cum!" Carmen gasped. 

After a longer ejaculation than I had imagined possible, Mitch's thrusts finally ceased and he knelt panting, trying to catch his breath, his cock still embedded in my wife's vagina, his hands still gripping her hips. Alice's head lay flat on the couch's cushion, her face bright pink with the intensity of her orgasms, her arms hanging limp, her back heaving with laboured breaths. 

I had never seen her so thoroughly fucked, not even by Steve; certainly not by me.

Mitch's fingers began to gently stroke the skin of her back then he drew her limp body towards him. Alice was like a rag doll, completely pliable in his hands as he slid her from the couch until she sat back on his strong thighs, her back leaning against his chest. I saw his softening cock slip silently from her spent body and a wet trickle of fluid followed it onto the marble floor, pooling beneath her swollen vulva. 

In sharp contrast to the violence of their mating, Mitch then began showering the back of her blonde head, her neck and her shoulders with small soft kisses. Alice stirred in her stupor and automatically turned her head until his lips could reach hers. 

They kissed lovingly and deeply for a long time, his hands stroking her slender arms and thighs in gestures of adoration. 

Carmen and I stood motionless in behind the hedge for what seemed a long time, our breathing loud and heavy, my head full of the smell of her perfume and the aroma of her well-masturbated vulva. It was incredibly erotic.

Then Mitch rose to his feet rather clumsily and quickly and kicked off his trousers, pants and shoes before dropping to his knees and slipping his arms underneath my helpless wife's limp body. He lifted her effortlessly and carried her across the lounge to the door behind which lay the hallway and bedrooms. 

He opened it, carried her carefully through and I watched it close slowly behind them.

Please continue straight on to Chapter Eight -- if it has been approved yet! 



Journey into Cuckoldry - After Eight



This story follows straight on from Chapter 7.

First a brief reminder...

After the longest ejaculation I had ever imagined, Mitch's thrusts finally slowed to a halt and he knelt panting, his cock still embedded in my wife's vagina, his hands still gripping her hips, trying to catch his breath. Alice's head was flat on the couch's cushion, her face bright pink with the intensity of her orgasms, her arms hanging limp, her back heaving with laboured breaths. 

I had never seen her so thoroughly fucked, even by Steve and certainly not by me.

After a moment, Mitch leaned forward and pulled her waist into his. Alice was still like a rag doll, completely pliable in his hands. He lifted her face and chest from the cushion, so that she sat back on his strong thighs, her back to his chest while between his knees, his flaccid cock slipped from her spent body and a wet trickle of fluid followed it onto the marble floor, forming a small pool beneath her swollen vulva. 

To my surprise after the violence of their mating, Mitch then began showering the back of her blonde head, her neck and her shoulders with small soft kisses. Alice stirred in her stupor and automatically turned her head until his lips could reach hers. 

They kissed lovingly and deeply for a long time, his hands stroking her slender arms and thighs in gestures almost of adoration. 

Carmen and I stood motionless in behind the hedge, our breathing loud and heavy for what seemed like a long time, my head full of the smell of her perfume and a slight trace of aroma from her well-masturbated vulva. It was suddenly incredibly erotic.

Then Mitch rose to his feet rather clumsily and quickly and kicked off his trousers, pants and shoes before dropping to his knees and slipping his arms underneath my helpless wife's limp body. He lifted her effortlessly and carried her across the lounge to the inside door behind which were the hallway and bedrooms. 

He opened the door, carried her carefully through it and it closed slowly behind them.

Then on to Chapter Eight...

"Jesus!" I sighed gazing into the empty lounge open mouthed. "That was awesome!"

"And I don't think he's finished with her yet..." Carmen added, "Come on, Mister Cuckold, time for bed!"

Straightening up and releasing my groin, she quickly led me round the outside of the apartment and back into her and Steve's bedroom through the open French windows.

"He's taken her to your bedroom next door," she hissed as we entered, "keep quiet and listen!"

The bedroom was in darkness as she led me across to the bed where we sat side by side, listening. After a short while, noises soon began to filter through the thin internal wall. 

First there was giggling then the low tones of Mitch's masculine voice followed by the familiar higher notes of Alice's. Her words were indecipherable but she sounded happy and excited. There were more words from them both, then a long period of silence.

"They must have fallen asleep." I eventually whispered, but Carmen shushed me.

"Wait," she said, "it won't be long now."

She was right. After less than two more minutes of silence, we heard it; the slow, quiet knock, knock, knocking of the bed head striking the wall as in the next room, Mitch began to fuck my sweet wife for a second time. 

"Christ! That was quick!" I hissed, amazed at his speed of recovery.

"The blessings of having a young lover!" Carmen grinned and squeezed my hand to her lower belly. I could feel her softness, heat and considerable dampness clearly. "Lie by me," she said softly.

I did as I was told and for a long time we lay in silence, listening to the sound of the bed head knocking against the wall; an impressive testament to Mitch's stamina -- or perhaps because he had ejaculated so recently. But then as the knocking gradually grew faster, the sound of creaking springs broke through followed quickly by a woman's voice moaning loudly.

"She's going to cum again!" Carmen hissed excitedly. "Already! He's amazing!" she said and I felt my fingers being forced down into her groin, her panties now soaking wet with arousal. 

As if on cue, the knocking on the wall grew faster and faster and my wife's cries louder and more frantic until her words were clearly audible. Instinctively I began to finger Carmen's slit again, this time from the front and with much better access. She began to moan along with Alice's cries filtering through the wall.

"Oh God! Oh Christ! Oh fuck me, Mitch, fuck meeeeeee!" 

The voice was Alice's but the words were those of a Slut as a loud but low-pitched grunting joined my wife's orgasmic wailing and the knocking grew even faster. 

"Ohhh yes!!!"

I was dimly aware of Carmen's thighs parting and my fingers being rammed hard against her vulva as if she was masturbating using my hand. I felt the unmistakeable shape of a large, firm and very swollen clitoris under my fingertips. She moaned louder as I slipped my middle finger along her slit and fingered her nub directly.

"Nnnnnnnnn! Ohhhhhh Goddddddd!" 

Alice's voice, wild and crazed came loudly through the thin wall now. She was clearly out of control as Mitch brought her to yet another intense, noisy orgasm next door.

"Cum-in-me-cum-in-me-cum-in-meeeee!" 

The muffled voice was hardly recognisable as belonging to the woman I had married. My mind filled with images of Mitch's face inches above my hers, his sweat dripping onto her face, his own body in spasm as he ejaculated in her for a second time, fresh new seed cascading into her to join the pool already swimming eagerly, trying to impregnate her as Steve's seed had done only a few weeks ago.

My own finger was now merely a blur on Carmen's huge, engorged clitoris and she bucked against my hand, her voice now little but grunts and groans.

Then suddenly through the wall, a loud male voice uttered a half-animal cry and after half a dozen loud bangs, all the noises faded to silence.

My fingers, still between Carmen's thighs and now wet and sticky, slowed and stopped.

"Carmen, what have you done to us...?" I asked, turning to look at her face. 

I froze, my anxious eyes meeting her deep brown, wide-open pupils. There was a look of desperation on her face and I realised that for the first time, the She-Devil had been caught up in her own scheming. She looked wild, her chest heaving, her large breasts rising and falling, her body trembling. 

I realised to my amazement that cool, calculating Carmen was on the brink of a massive orgasm!

"Please... Please finish me..." she gasped. "Don't... don't leave me... like this!"

"But Steve..." I began.

"Fuck Steve!" she yelled, "I've got to cum nowwww!"

Without a word, I knelt alongside her legs and pulled her soaking wet panties quickly down and over her feet, throwing them away quickly. Her legs fell open instantly revealing for the first time her own vulva nestling at the top of her soft full thighs. The dark triangle of tightly knotted pubic hair glistened with the wetness of her arousal and her large, engorged clitoris protruded almost grotesquely from her puffy outer lips.

"Quickly!" she hissed. "Don't fuck me... but make me cum... Please...!"

The idea of actually putting my little cock inside a vagina so used to Steve's massive member would have terrified me if I had thought of it. Instead I shuffled between her thighs and in an instant her legs were parted, her ankles on my back and my face was buried in her pubic hair as I lapped her slit with long strokes of my tongue.

"Jesus!" she exclaimed and I felt her thighs close tightly on the sides of my head, gripping me painfully between her cool, smooth thighs. I lapped again, from her puckered anus, across the entrance to her vagina and up to the large protruding clit above. 

"Nnnngh!

Carmen's body convulsed on the bed, driving her vulva hard against my face as her hands gripped my hair and head tightly. I lapped again, and again, and again and heard the characteristic moans of a woman about to orgasm coming from above me.

"That's it... yessss!" she gasped.

Very excited now, I ran the tip of my tongue in small circles around the tip of her huge clitoris, under its hood, over its swollen end, then underneath on its most sensitive side.

"Jees... Jesus!"

My mouth filled with the lubrication that simply poured from her body, intense in smell and taste and quite unlike anything I had encountered between my own wife's thighs. She was very near a shattering orgasm and needed very little to push her over the edge.

I dipped the tip of my tongue deeply into her vagina, feeling its heat and the metallic taste of her extreme arousal. Carmen convulsed again, pulling a small handful of hair from my head that would have made me cry out if my mouth hadn't been pressed against her large inner lips, which I sucked between my teeth eagerly.

"Please..." she begged me in a voice almost unrecognisable as hers. I glowed with pleasure before preparing to deliver the final delight that I hoped would bring her what she desperately needed.

Raising my mouth very slightly I abandoned her weeping vagina and carefully, gently, sucked her engorged clitoris between my lips, drawing it out of its hood until it protruded into my mouth. 

I held it between my lips, running my tongue over its tip, feeling Carmen's body trembling with anticipation. Then I gently nipped her clitoris with my front teeth, showering its sensitive sides with many, many tiny nibbles and bites while my tongue flicked over its end.

The effect was immediate! Carmen's legs closed hard on my head, almost making me choke, her breathing all but stopped, her body convulsing. Her strong hands pulled me violently into her vulva, then pushed me away, then pulled me back while my mouth, head and lungs filled with the potent aroma of a full bodied immensely sexy woman in helpless orgasm.

***

I don't know how long we lay there in silence afterwards, side by side, my face and neck sticky with her juices but she held me close while her trembling slowed to a halt and her breathing became silent once again. I kissed her face and her chest reassuringly and received a few kisses in return but she was exhausted.

I had actually made Carmen cum! After all she had done to Alice and to me, I had actually given her a real orgasm in return! I hadn't needed to try and fuck her, risking having my performance compared unfavourably with Steve's. No, I had stuck to what I did best -- and it had worked.

Carmen had actually cum and I had made her!

***

We slept side by side in her bed, a simple sheet pulled over our two bodies. In her sleep, Carmen unconsciously cuddled close to me and I stroked her hair and shoulders in reassurance before falling intermittently to sleep myself.

I was woken twice more in the night by the sound of the bed head next door thumping against the wall as Mitch fucked the life out of my poor Slut wife for a third and then an incredible fourth time.

During their third mating I could hear the exhaustion in her voice but she certainly reached orgasm again, albeit slowly and for a short time.

When the knocking started for the fourth and last time, I heard only the bed head and, at the very end, Mitch's climactic grunts. Alice had been silent throughout and I dimly wondered whether he had actually fucked her in her sleep, using my lovely wife merely as a cunt for his gratification.

I dozed a little longer.

***

It was pitch dark when I finally heard footsteps in the corridor outside and the apartment's front door closing softly. 

"What time is it?" The dreamy voice came from behind me as I struggled to orientate myself.

"Half past four!" I replied automatically, switching on the bedside nightlight, then noticed that the voice was not the one I was used to hearing in my bed. 

I turned round quickly to see a rather dishevelled Carmen in bed alongside me. Her long dark hair was tousled, her make-up smudged. She was naked, as was I, both of us covered in a thin white sheet.

"Is that any way to greet your new lover, Mister Cuckold?" she said archly, clearly amused by my confusion.

"I'm sorry..." I mumbled, "I'm a bit... you know..."

"Not as much 'You Know' as your Slutwife next door, I'll bet!" She replied, smiling broadly. "I thought Steve had stamina," she laughed, "but that boy's unstoppable."

"Oh God!"

"You'd better go and see her," Carmen advised, "if it's anything like the last time she'll be in a state and need you now."

I gulped with a mixture of nerves and excited anticipation.

"Are you sure you're..."

"Don't worry about me, Mister Cuckold," she said knowingly, "go and see if your wife has a little present for you between her legs."

My cock immediately sprang to life at the thought. I rose to my feet, still naked, and crossed to the bedroom door.

"Have fun!" Carmen whispered and rolled onto her side as if to sleep longer.

I left the room and padded silently to the next bedroom, behind whose door my freshly fucked wife lay. My tummy alive with butterflies, I turned the handle as quietly as I could and pushed it open. It creaked a little, causing the merest motion in the bed which then settled into stillness again.

The room was hot and reeked of sex. Alice lay alone on her side in the bed. She was naked, one leg straightened, the other bent at the knee providing a tiny glimpse of what I could already see was a very well-used vulva. I stared for a moment in admiration; her body looked slim and athletic, half tanned and very, very attractive. 

It wasn't hard to understand how Mitch had felt so drawn to my sweet, sexy, unfaithful Slut of a wife, despite their age difference!

I padded silently across the marble floor to where she lay and looked at the scene before me. I had expected devastation but at first in the low light there was little to see. It was only when I looked much closer that I saw the real evidence of my wife's total submission to her newest lover.

Her puffy vulva was mostly hidden from my sight and touch, so my eyes were drawn to the line of her slim, toned tummy and upwards towards her tiny firm breasts. I bent closer; her left nipple looked sore and there were bite marks on the darkening globe but as yet, no hickeys on her breast or neck, a fact that made me oddly disappointed as I inspected her in the low light. 

As my gaze finally lighted on her beautiful face, I saw it was relaxed and serene in sleep, almost as if it belonged to a different body; a body that hadn't been through the rigours that Carmen and I had just seen and heard. True, there were tiny salt marks on her forehead where she had sweated as she had been fucked but I saw no unhappiness in my wife's face despite -- perhaps because of - having experienced the longest, most energetic and possibly the most violent sex of her life.

Taking care not to disturb her, I lowered myself onto the rumpled sheet and lay alongside her for a moment in the bed where she had just been fucked. I could feel the heat from her body so close to mine and to my delight found the mattress beneath me still warm from where Mitch's body had lain. 

Alice stirred slightly in her sleep then lay motionless again. Emboldened, I carefully placed my right hand on her shoulder and gently teased her towards me. For a second she resisted, then rolled silently onto her back where she lay awkwardly as if in missionary position, her legs grotesquely spread apart, knees bent, her vulva fully exposed, for all the world as if she had been overcome by sleep the moment his cock had left her body. 

I stared at the familiar crotch so brazenly displayed. Not in all our years of marriage or after any of her dates with Steve had I ever seen her vulva so well used, so red, so puffy or so obviously sore. Her outer lips were swollen, their puffiness making them part and in the long opening between was the angry purple-red gash of her abused slit. It looked dark and painful, her inner lips and clitoris protruding way beyond the usual safety of her outer labia. 

Jesus! She had been well fucked!

There were small bruises beginning to form on both sides of her vulva and in the creases at the top of her thighs and above this scene of devastation, her hairless mound and lower belly were encrusted with dried semen - which had been churned to frothy foam by the energy of Mitch's thrusts. Indeed a thin layer of stickiness seemed to cover her entire vulva, her upper thighs and was streaked over the sheet beneath her buttocks.

I let out a low breathless whistle in amazement and shock then, unable to resist, reached across and ran my index finger very gently along her gaping slit, scooping up a little of the sticky wet residue that lined its sore, red sides. 

"Please Mitch... No more... Please...I can't..."

Alice's voice was sleepy and very distant. I watched her chest rising and falling as her slow, regular breathing returned and then, without thinking began to lick my sticky, strong-smelling fingers clean. 

My mouth filled with the powerful flavour of sex; the familiar taste of my wife's slightly stale juices now combined with the smoothness of that young man's copious semen, the whole permeated with the saltiness of their combined sweat. It was a heady mixture that took my breath away.

I was in Cuckold heaven once again and knew that I had to lick more of the incredible mixture directly from her lovely used body! Moving as carefully as I could, I slid down the bed until my knees were on the floor rug between her spread legs. I leaned lightly over the edge of the bed, my shoulders between her open thighs and bent forward. 

My face was now barely an inch away from her abused vulva. The smell of sex and sweat was awesome! I put out my tongue and tentatively licked the sticky crease at the top of her thigh. Alice's breathing didn't change, though her legs moved slightly.

I lowered my face to her gaping slit and inhaled deeply. The powerful aroma made me slightly dizzy with lust and I shivered in anticipation before boldly drawing my tongue, its surface wide and flat, in a single long stroke from her gaping vagina to her protruding clitoris, scooping up a generous portion of white foamy semen and lubrication into my mouth.

The flavour, taking in all my senses, overwhelmed me and as I ran the fluids around my mouth I felt tears of pleasure rising in my eyes. Mitch's semen tasted different from both Steve's and my own, and there was the slightly stale, slightly fishy taste of my wife's orgasmic juices, churned over and over by Mitch's relentless cock. 

"Mmmmm!" she moaned as my tongue took a second, long lick of her slit, her voice muffled and dopey through lack of sleep and post-orgasmic disorientation. 

I took a third, then a fourth and fifth mouthful of juices directly from her slit, my tongue diving deep into her loose, red vagina seeking her lover's sperm before raising my head and running the pungent, sticky fluids around my mouth, feeling the aroma of their illicit fucking filling my head, making it half dizzy with arousal.

I wanted to jump on the bed between her spread legs, to mount her violently, to fuck her hard as I had done after she had been fucked by Steve in a futile Cuckold's attempt to reclaim that which was already so obviously lost.

"I need you... please..."

I felt a light touch on my arm as my over-fucked wife reached out towards me. Her voice was low and dreamy, almost drunk but she was looking straight at me in the low light and smiling. 

"Are you sure? You look pretty sore already?" I whispered, taking her stroking fingers in mine.

"I need you make love to me... just be gentle..."

Without another word, I climbed onto the bed and knelt between her still-spread legs, my cock fully erect. I leaned over her, my weight on my left arm while my right hand steered my cock towards the scene of devastation at the top of my wife's thighs.




Journey into Cuckoldry - After Eight



My swollen, rounded head brushed against her slit and she winced.

"Still sure?" I asked. She bit her lower lip and nodded.

I carefully rubbed my smooth end up and down her red, puffy, angry slit until I found the entrance to her vagina then pressed gently forwards. Her inner lips parted astonishingly easily and in a single slow stroke I slid smoothly my full length into my wife's vagina, halting only when my curly pubic hair ground against her newly hairless pubic mound. 

There was a soft squelching sound from below. I looked down to see that my incoming shaft had forced some of Mitch's copious semen out of her body where it had formed a pale sticky ring around the base of my shaft. 

"Is that ok?" I asked, looking into my wife's eyes. She nodded then closed her eyes and I saw her fists grasp the sheet at if bracing herself.

I pulled myself back and thrust into her again, still carefully but with a little more force. I slipped easily in, her vagina practically gaping, the flood of her juices and Mitch's semen the best possible lubrication. 

I had never felt her body this loose around my shaft - even after the kids had been born her vagina had been tighter and drier around me. 

Again there was a wet slapping sound as I thrust into her and another spray of semen spattered across my upper thighs and belly - add to that the taste of their coupling in my mouth, the smell of recent sex in my nostrils, the sight of teeth marks on her tiny breasts and my head could do nothing but spin.

I began to thrust harder, passion rising within me as it had the first time my wife had been unfaithful, my cock churning the juices within her into a foam around its base. Faster and faster I thrust, feeling her hands on my chest, then my sides, then my back. 

"Please... no more..." she begged and I felt her clamp down on my cock as hard as her exhausted, stretched vagina would allow as if desperately trying to bring me to a climax quickly.

There was a look of pain on her lovely face and I knew I had to end it soon -- but that was a foregone conclusion anyway. I lowered my mouth to her pretty face and kissed her hard on the lips, thrusting my tongue between her teeth; seeing her eyes widen at the unfamiliar taste of her own copulation passing from my mouth to hers.

It was enough. A knot appeared in the small of my back and fire burned my inner thighs as my own orgasm overtook me and I began to ejaculate in my wife's wet, slimy, gaping vagina, adding my own contribution to the pool of semen that was still inside her vagina and by now had probably seeped into her womb too where I silently prayed this time no egg would be waiting.

For a minute or two, my cock throbbed as it delivered its hot, sticky cargo into her flaccid, spent body then seeing her exhaustion, I withdrew, kneeling between her limp thighs, above which an angry red gash now throbbed and glowed.

I kissed her once on the tummy, then once on each battered breast, then on her forehead before rolling onto the sticky, semen-encrusted sheet alongside her and enfolding her in my arms.

Alice's eyes were closed.

"Thank you..." she began but her voice trailed away.

I hugged her tightly, feeling her fit, athletic body lying limply against mine, her legs against my legs, her tummy against my flaccid, sticky cock.

"I love you, Hotwife Alice," I whispered into her blonde hair.

Then I fell asleep.

***

There was very little traffic on the road that morning as Carmen drove us back to the airport. Alice dozed in the back seat, her pretty head leaning against the window, her eyes closed. I had washed, dressed and packed as quickly and quietly as I could so as to let my exhausted wife sleep as long as possible. There had simply been no time for most-mortem discussions about the incredible fucking Mitch had given her but no doubt she would be more forthcoming when we had returned home and both her mind and her body had recovered a little.

When I had finally woken her with a cup of tea, Alice had been tired and dreamy but had greeted me with a pained smile.

"Thank you," she said, taking the hot mug from me.

"How do you feel?" I asked lamely.

"I'm not sure yet," she said blinking, "very, very tired and very, very stiff."

I took her hands and helped her sit up in bed then swivel until she was perched on the edge of the mattress with her feet on the floor. She yelped under her breath as the rough edge of the divan rasped against her sore vulva.

"Jesus!" she exclaimed, holding her bottom away from the sheet with her hands "just how many times did I get fucked last night?"

She was grinning and I suspected the question was rhetorical but answered it anyway.

"At least four times to my knowledge -- five including me." I smiled, "who needs Steve?"

"Oh my God!" she flushed with embarrassment, "And Carmen...?"

"She's fine. She's in the kitchen making us a bit of breakfast, but we don't have a lot of time to catch the plane. I've packed most of our stuff but..."

Alice took my hand and rose unsteadily to her feet.

"I'll be as quick as I can," she said then to my surprise kissed me directly on the lips, "I think we just moved into a new phase of our life, don't you?"

"If it's as exciting as the last phase then I'm all for it!" I said only half jokingly.

I watched her stumble across to the en suite bathroom. As she took off the remnants of her red dress - which now surely would have to go in the bin - I could clearly see the marks on her sweet body of the comprehensive fucking that she had enjoyed.

There were dark rings around her pretty eyes and several dark hickeys were beginning to develop on her neck and breasts as well as on and around her badly bruised vulva, from which her inner lips and clitoris still protruded obscenely. Both were an angry red colour and I noticed her wince when she dried herself down there after her shower. 

I couldn't help but wonder what her body would look like when we went to bed at home that night, and what signs of her latest infidelity would be visible to me -- and possibly to anyone else with an imagination -- over the coming week.

During our brief breakfast, Alice had said little and eaten less, still completely exhausted. Despite being so very tired and achy, she had still automatically dressed sexily in a short sun dress and heels. 

Unsurprisingly, Carmen mentioned nothing at all about her and my encounter in her bedroom and the climax I had given her. Was she ashamed of what we did? Afraid Steve might find out? Pretending it hadn't happened? I couldn't tell but only half an hour late, we drew out of the apartment's gateway and headed off towards the airport.

As the hard, dry landscape flashed past us I saw her looked at my wife in the rear view mirror as if checking she was asleep. I smiled at Alice's innocent-looking face.

"It's really good of you to take us to the airport," I said, "we could easily have caught a taxi."

"With Slutwife Alice in this state?" she asked, "I need to see you both safely to your plane."

"Are you going straight back home afterwards?" I asked Carmen.

"I'll go for a coffee or two then Steve's plane is due in," she smiled.

I looked at her. Something wasn't quite right. When I had booked in on line and checked the flight time had I noticed that the only arrival within the next two hours was a transatlantic flight from Chicago. There weren't any other flights from the UK until late afternoon which was why it was so important we didn't miss ours. 

"Steve... never was... going to be here, was he?" I asked slowly and quietly as realisation gradually dawned on me. "He's not been at home at all. He's been in the US on business..."

Carmen smiled, her eyes as bright and full of mischief as I had ever seen them.

"His plane was always due now, right?" I stated, "You made up those delays, didn't you?"

"When did you work that out, Mister Cuckold?" She replied archly.

"Um... recently..." I hesitated, unwilling to show the She-Devil just how thoroughly she had fooled us with her little scheme.

"I bet it was!" She laughed out loud in the darkness.

"Why did you do it?" I asked, again quietly.

"You're not complaining?" she asked, "Your lovely wife seemed happy enough last night."

Indeed she had; the images of Alice being fucked senseless by Mitch were still vivid in my mind.

"I wanted to know if she was ready..." Carmen continued, "and as you can see, she was!" she laughed.

"Ready for what?" I asked stupidly.

"Ready to be more than just my favourite Hotwife," she continued, checking once again that my wife was still asleep behind us. "Ready to be a Real Slut."

"You mean..." I began to ask, unsure of myself.

"I mean that up to now she's just been an unfaithful wife with a Cuckold for a husband and a boyfriend with a huge cock," Carmen continued.

This was certainly true but I hadn't understood there to be a distinction. As far as I was concerned, I was a Cuckold married to a Hotwife -- and loving every minute of it.

But she went on. "I wanted to see if I could make her a Real Slut; I wanted to know if I could get her to fuck a stranger just for the pleasure of it. Any decent sized cock would have done, but when I knew Mitch was going to be out here without his girlfriend, well I knew I had to set you both up."

"How did you know it would work?" I asked, aghast at how we had been fooled yet again.

"Alice and I talk, you know that," she said, "I had a pretty idea she would go for it, especially if I could make her desperate enough." She paused then looked at me. 

"Your sweet, innocent wife has really changed, you know? More than you think or she realises. She thinks she's 'in lust' with Steve to use her words, but in reality she's addicted to fucking now." 

After what I had witnessed the previous night it was hard to deny any of what Carmen was saying.

"She's hooked!" she added.

"What was all that nonsense about Mitch being shy?" I asked, "He knew exactly what he was doing. He didn't need any help from the two of us!"

Carmen laughed wickedly.

"Steve isn't here so I thought, why should Alice have all the fun?" I stared at her in astonishment. She really had fooled us completely. "Besides, Mitch knows Steve is my husband and would have been afraid to try it on with your wife in front of you unless we gave him a clear message that it would be ok."

It made sense and had certainly worked if the enthusiasm of Mitch's fucking had been anything to go by. But Carmen still hadn't finished.

"And as for Mitch, well I've heard him fucking his girlfriend out here several times. She's so loud -- or he's so good -- that when she cums you can hear it inside our bedroom! When she's not there, he's tried it on casually with a few of us -- me included -- so I was fairly sure he'd try and seduce your pushover of a wife."

Once again I couldn't argue. Alice had been an easy and enthusiastic conquest for the youngster, once he'd had the confidence to try.

"How does it feel to be married to a Real Slut, Mister Cuckold?" 

Although her words were harsh there was a twinkle in her eye and I understood it was her way of teasing me. I couldn't lie to her.

"Even better than I imagined," I replied, meaning it. "Thank you for... Well, for tricking us once again! You're a kind of She-Devil, you know that?"

Carmen laughed aloud and I heard Alice stirring in the back seat.

"Is that how you think of me?" she asked, grinning broadly. "I think I like it!" 

"Well you've certainly had your fun with the two of us this weekend, haven't you?" 

"I'm not the only one who had fun though," she replied. "Not by a long way, from what I saw. I suspect you'll be having a lot more fun very soon - and not just with us!"

We drove on in silence for a while.

"What will Mitch think when he finds out his new girlfriend isn't around anymore?" I wondered.

"He'll be fine," Carmen smiled, "he's just had the best sex of his life with an older, mystery woman. He's leaving the villa with his Mum today for the last time. He won't ask many questions."

A thought crossed my mind but Carmen was obviously a mind reader.

"Yes, I can get you his mobile number if you really want it," she added, amused at my predictability. I felt pleased and, turning round to look at my sleeping wife once again, smiled.

"Take good care of her," Carmen said, nodding towards the back of the car, "she's had an amazing night and it will take a while for her to get back to normal -- whatever 'normal' means for you two now."

I nodded again. "I will. I do love her, you know."

"I know you do, it's obvious. And she loves you too, but once she's got over the guilty feelings about last night, she's not going to be satisfied with just Steve any more. She's going to want more cocks and bigger cocks and you'll have to help her find them." she smiled wickedly. "I'll help as well of course!"

"That's the least you could do after what you've turned her into..." I chided, hoping she wasn't joking.

"You'll need to make sure she doesn't do anything -- or anyone -- that she shouldn't!" Carmen carried on, ignoring me.

"I'm sure she..." I began.

"She didn't even think about using a condom last night, did she?" Carmen cut in, making me shiver, "And neither did you Mister Cuckold! If she's going to be a Slut -- and believe me she IS going to be one - there's a lot more to worry about than just getting knocked up!"

I stared at her. 

"Yes I know what happened. Your 'Sweet Innocent Alice' might not have put two and two together yet, but you and I both know she was carrying Steve's baby for a few weeks!"

I was dumbfounded. Carmen was absolutely right again; condoms hadn't crossed either of our minds last night, there was no mystery about that, but how on earth had the She-Devil found out about Alice's maybe-pregnancy? 

There was no point asking so I sat in contemplation for a while feeling the rumbling of the tyres on the motorway. 

My wife was going to be a Real Slut! No question! Over the past few months, under my nose and with my compliance, Carmen had turned her from a sweet innocent housewife and mother of two into a cock-hungry Slut! Our lives were about to change yet again! 

But there was one final surprise to come. As we turned off the motorway and onto the airport slip road, Carmen looked into the mirror again as if checking Alice really was asleep before glancing briefly towards me.

"Last night..." she began, "you were very... understanding." I smiled in response, unable to think what to say. "I needed an orgasm badly and you gave it to me without thinking about yourself."

I was about to speak but she carried on.

"The way I was feeling... well, if you had pushed it, I probably would have let you fuck me. But then we would both have regretted it afterwards. As it is, it was a perfect end to the day. You're a very perceptive man, Mister Cuckold!"

There was a short pause and she lowered her voice even further.

"You really are very good with your tongue, you know?" she said quietly. "It seems little Alice isn't the only one who's full of surprises." I glowed with pleasure at this unexpected compliment. "I'll have to remember that when the four of us next get together, but for the moment let's keep it as our little secret, ok?"

I nodded. That was all she had to say on the matter, but it was more than enough for me.

***

"Come on, Sleepyhead," I whispered into her ear as I woke my stiff, aching wife and helped her out of the car at the terminal, "we're here now". 

Alice slowly surfaced, then unfolded herself from the rear seat before tottering a little unstably on her slender legs in the bright sunshine. She pulled the hem of her dress down over her tiny panties and I noticed three small bruises on her pale buttocks which hadn't been there the night before. Their darkness and the knowledge of how she had acquired them thrilled me. I looked at my watch.

"We'd better get moving," I said, "there's not that much time."

We kissed Carmen our Goodbyes. It had been a great break after all. 

"Thank you for... for everything," Alice said in a slightly dopey voice but one that meant every word as she kissed her best friend on the cheek, "will you be at the gym next weekend?"

"Of course," Carmen replied, "I want to hear all about last night, straight from the horse's mouth!"

Alice blushed and smiled. "Give my love to Steve," she added turned towards the terminal's sliding doors.

I stared after her, amused to think that the man who had first seduced her and even impregnated her might already have become something of an afterthought. 

"Does he know about... all this?" I asked Carmen, waving my hand at my wife's slim, sexy, if rather stiff figure as she passed into the hall. "Steve, I mean. If Alice is so special to him..."

"Then he'll just have to concentrate on me for a while, won't he?" she replied firmly. "Besides, it will do him good to have a bit of competition for your wife's cunt. After all, it's done you the world of good, hasn't it?" 

And with those coarse words, she gave me a long, deep kiss on the lips, squeezed my crotch one more time then walked calmly out into the sunshine.

***

"Feeling better?" I asked as Alice's eyes slowly opened and she stiffly sat up in her seat.

"Mmmm," she replied, stretching her arms forward and rolling her head from left to right. "Have I missed the coffee?"

Alice had slept through most of the flight home, her pretty blonde head resting on my shoulder, my right hand on her long, bare thigh. The flight wasn't busy and we had managed to find a row of three seats to ourselves.

She had looked so sweet and innocent as she slept it had been hard to believe that the past twenty four hours had happened and that even now, traces of another man's sperm were probably still inside her womb.

I bought two coffees from the trolley as it passed on its final run down the aisle.

"Oh my God!" Alice croaked as she sipped the hot liquid, "that's disgusting!"

"You're just spoiled by the Spanish coff... Jesus that's horrible!" 

We both burst out laughing excessively as if all we had needed was an excuse to release any remaining tensions between us, though to be honest there were very few. The family in the row behind us must have wondered what the joke could possibly be.

I put my arm around her shoulders and she raised her lips to mine. We kissed briefly, aware of the audience but it was a good, light-hearted kiss.

"So," I asked once we had settled back in our seats, "was the holiday all you wanted it to be? In the end?"

She thought for a minute before replying and when she did reply, her words were carefully chosen.

"It didn't start so well but the end was better than I imagined possible."

"You enjoyed it?" I asked, pleased.

"More than I've ever enjoyed a... holiday... before," she paused then looked directly at me, "I think... for me at least... I feel as if I've gone through a kind of barrier... started something now..." her eyes were a little dreamy and I'm sure it wasn't just tiredness, "are you sure you're happy with the way things worked out? I'm only happy if you're happy too," she asked.

It was my turn to think carefully.

"It wasn't... what I thought would happen but to be honest, it was even more... exciting than I had imagined possible too... in the end."

We sat in silence for a few minutes, her hand in mine.

"Would you... would you want to go there again?" I eventually asked.

The look on my wife's face told a thousand words.

"I need a while to recover," she laughed, looking round to make sure no-one was listening, "but if you wanted to show me other... new things, I would be very pleased to go with you."

By now my trousers were bulging painfully.

"With the same friends?" I added. Alice seemed to think for a long time.




Journey into Cuckoldry - After Eight



"I really enjoy going on holiday with them, and it would be good to see them again... but it might be good to make some new friends now and again too."

Carmen was right. She had changed!

***

It was raining when we landed back in the UK -- no surprise there -- and I watched my sexy, unfaithful Slutwife as she weaved her unconsciously sexy way through the queues in passport control and on to collect our bags. 

Her short dress showed off her long, slim, newly tanned legs to perfection, attracting the close attention of almost every man she passed.

I silently followed, wondering whether any of them could guess the cause of her slightly stiff walk or the dark patches of skin just visible around the neckline. 

Deep down I hoped they could. 

What on earth had we both become?



Journey into Cuckoldry - Cloud Nine



"Forty-eight minutes!" Alice gasped as she burst through the kitchen door on Sunday morning and grabbed the watch that lay on the counter. She was merely a few feet ahead of me but those few feet were important. She turned to face me, panting, her face sweaty and pink with exertion.

"I've never beaten you before!" she grinned broadly, leaning back against the table's edge, her eyes bright with excitement and glee.

"And you won't beat me again," I frowned then burst out laughing, "when my knee stops hurting you won't see me for dust!"

She stuck her tongue out at me then crossed to the sink and filled two tall glasses with cold water, handed one to me then took a long draft from hers as she began to recover her breath. 

"Thanks," I smiled, taking a long cool sip, "you're getting faster every time."

I looked at my lovely sexy wife as her chest rose and fell, recovering her breath. Had she ever looked this good before? I doubted it. In her tight black capri-length running pants and her equally tight pink vest top, her slender, toned body and tiny breasts were displayed to their full, devastating effect. Pink striped running shoes and short white socks showed off her remaining Mediterranean tan beautifully, as did her long blonde hair tied back in a pony-tail. Without make-up and with the glow to her face and chest that the fresh air of our thrice-weekly run had brought, she was without a doubt the most attractive and sexy woman I knew.

And she was my wife and the mother of our two children! I was a lucky man.

It was true that she needed more and better sex than I was able to provide on my own but with the help of the She-Devil Carmen, we had found a way to provide what she needed.

It was nearly three weeks since our return from Spain and my wife's incredible multiple fucking by her new young lover Mitch; weeks in which our sex life had never been better. Alice and I had made love almost every day for the first two weeks, something that hadn't happened since we were first married and which was wonderful, if exhausting. 

The physical evidence of her infidelity - the bite marks, hickeys and swollen vulva - had had taken well over a week to disappear but for that amazing ten days my arousal had been taken to new heights. Each tiny piece of evidence of Mitch's onslaught on her body reminded me every day of all I had seen, heard, smelled and tasted that incredible night. The idea of strangers, or even our friends seeing that evidence and maybe - just maybe - having an inkling what it meant drove me to wilder and more passionate sex with her - with better results for us both.

On one occasion, aided by our favourite ribbed and studded condoms, I had even brought her to a full-blown orgasm with my cock alone; a rare event for me and rarer still since Steve had first introduced her to the pleasures of other lovers with bigger, more expertly wielded erections than mine. As she had cuddled in my arms afterwards, her body trembling gently in the afterglow, I had touched her fading bite marks with my fingertips and kissed the line of hickeys on her soft smooth neck.

It had been a whole week in Cuckold Heaven.

Since then, the intensity of our lovemaking had moderated quite a lot to the extent that it had been three whole days since our last proper copulation and two weeks since Alice's last orgasm of any kind. There were already faint signs of her becoming dissatisfied with our sex life but she was probably not aware of it, unlike me who watched her every reaction carefully, wondering how long it would be before she needed to be comprehensively fucked by a lover once again. 

Of course since the holiday, I also wondered who she would want that lover to be. Steve? Mitch? Or would she perhaps want someone new? And how would I know what to do to give her what she needed? 

I supposed time would tell but right now she wanted me and that wasn't an opportunity to waste!

"I'm going for a shower," she announced, grinning meaningfully, "care to join me?"

My heart thumped. That invitation could only mean one, very welcome thing. Instinctively my eyes flicked up at the kitchen clock. Alice must have had the same thought.

"The kids won't be home until twelve," she insisted, "come on, Cucky Boy, you don't usually last THAT long... or will you surprise me today?

She raised her eyebrows playfully then turned and left the room. I watched her slender, athletic body as she went through the door then heard her wet trainers being dumped on the wooden floor of the hallway followed by her dainty sock-covered feet padding up the stairs. My own tight shorts were now painfully entangled around a respectable if not enormous erection.

I kicked off my own shoes and followed my sexy wife upstairs. 

***

Later that afternoon, the kitchen was busy, noisy and happy as we got the family meal ready. 

Sunday morning sex was unusual for us and we had both been in a good mood all afternoon. The actual sex hadn't lasted long and Alice hadn't come anywhere near orgasm despite using the ribbed and studded condoms but it hadn't mattered too much. Instead it been a close and loving experience and for me at least, very enjoyable. Indeed we had lain together afterwards for a long time, kissing and cuddling as I surreptitiously tried to find any last remaining evidence on my wife's lovely, firm body of Mitch's incredible fucking. 

Sadly, to my disappointment, there was none. 

When the kids had returned from their football training (yes, our daughter plays soccer too), we had made them shower and change then embark on whatever homework they had to finish. It took both of us to get this process started but eventually they were settled at the kitchen table and I started one of my other favourite activities; cooking Sunday lunch while supervising their work.

Alice as usual took the opportunity to go to the gym for her second class of the weekend and, also as usual, I admired her wonderful athletic body in its tight-fitting clothes as she smiled and departed.

When she returned two hours later, lunch was all but ready, the kids' homework was complete and after showering for the third time that day, she joined us to set the table and eat. I could tell she had something on her mind but from her slightly distracted demeanour I guessed it was a topic that couldn't be discussed in front of the kids. 

My mind raced; the only really taboo subject in front of the kids was sex. I also knew that she often had coffee with Carmen after spinning classes and her late return probably meant today had been no exception.

The meal went down well accompanied by our usual boisterous conversation; that day revolving around our daughter's alleged and hotly disputed superiority to her brother in the soccer match they had played that morning. There was lots of laughter but several times I could see Alice looking straight at me with an odd expression on her face.

Normally after lunch we would insist that the kids helped clear away but to my surprise, Alice told them to go and play which astonished and delighted them but of course left the two of us alone in the kitchen. This could only mean she wanted to talk privately and I wondered anxiously what the news was.

"So was the class good?" I asked, using a safe opening gambit as I cleared the dessert plates.

"Very hard work today," she said, "I can't imagine why I was so tired."

The broad, almost lascivious grin on her face brought back the joy of that morning's wonderful sex and I grinned back. She bent over the dishwasher, her tight jeans accentuating her incredible figure and making me catch my breath. Was this gorgeous, sexy woman really my wife? Had I really made love to her only hours earlier?

"Did you have coffee afterwards?" I asked in an attempt to distract both myself and my growing erection.

"Mmmm," she nodded, finishing the one glass of wine she had allowed herself, "Carmen was there as usual."

"And how was the She-Devil," I wondered, "still plotting our degradation?"

I hadn't seen Carmen properly since our return from Spain where over four days she had manipulated the pair of us into allowing Alice to receive the longest and most comprehensive fucking of her entire life from a twenty year old junior Olympic swimmer with the largest cock I had ever seen. 

"I don't remember you objecting to anything at the time, Cucky-Boy," Alice replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "and yes, I do know what happened between you and Carmen in the bedroom next door."

I blushed despite myself. While Mitch had been fucking my wife for the second or third time in a single evening, I had brought Carmen to orgasm in the room next door as we listened to their illicit copulation through the thin wall. I had only used my mouth but it had worked to an unexpectedly spectacular degree. 

"Don't look so worried," Alice said, sidling up to me, "I'm hardly going to object, am I? And you really are very good with that tongue of yours!" she added under her breath.

I glowed with pleasure at the compliment before she dropped the bombshell.

"Oh, and did you know your best friend's pregnant!" she said in an unconvincingly casual manner.

"What?" I exclaimed in astonishment, stopping dead in my tracks. I must have misheard her.

"Carmen," she continued, speaking slowly as if to an imbecile, "she's having a baby; up the duff; in the club!"

"You're kidding!" I said, unable to believe my ears.

"No, I'm not kidding. She told me they've been trying for a baby for a few months," Alice continued as my mouth dropped open in astonishment, "and she thinks she might just be pregnant already."

My head span. Carmen pregnant? That extraordinary, womanly body might actually have a baby growing inside it? Oh my God!

"Wow!" was all I could say, "um... how pregnant is she? How many weeks?"

"Well she thinks she's about a month gone so she's keeping it quiet. Not even Steve knows yet, but she said she had to tell someone and she thought I would understand!"

"Wow!" I mumbled a second time.

"She said it was ok to tell you because she knows you can keep a secret."

My mind was buzzing; the simplest of mental arithmetic told me that if Carmen was right, then she must have conceived around or during our long weekend in Spain. Suddenly a few things began to fall into place; her extraordinarily high state of arousal on that holiday; her desperate need for an orgasm that night; her uncharacteristic gratitude that I hadn't fucked her properly even though she would probably have let me; all these made a lot more sense now. Carmen must have been off birth control for months and would have been fertile all that week! 

"Is... is she happy about it?" I asked.

"Deliriously happy by the look of her," Alice replied, "though she's not looking forward to getting bigger."

"I'll bet!" I agreed, remembering how important her appearance was to her. "I can't imagine her as a mother, she's so, well, sexual."

Alice smiled knowingly. "People are surprising, Cucky-Boy. It's not that long since you could only imagine me as a housewife and mother. Now look at us!" 

I watched my lovely wife as she finished the washing up and helped me put the clean pots away before we joined the kids in the lounge.

She was, as usual, quite right.

***

The coffee shop was very busy for a Monday morning and it took me a few minutes to locate Carmen in the crowd. On hearing Alice's news I had immediately sent a text message to congratulate her on her good luck and she had immediately suggested that she and I had coffee the following morning, something I was always pleased to do. I finally noticed her in a small booth against the quiet back wall and waved from the queue. She waved back, smiled then continued her conversation with a young mother who was sitting opposite her, the push chair next to the bench seat almost blocking the aisle. Five minutes later as I carried two foaming cups towards the booth, the young woman stood up and began to bring their chat to an end.

"Hi," Carmen greeted me with a brief peck on the cheek and a broad grin, "this is Julie, and that's Ryan asleep in the buggy. Julie, this is Alice's husband." 

She introduced me by name to the young woman who turned to greet me with a slightly embarrassed smile. I was immediately struck by her sweet prettiness. Dressed in tight black leggings and a long, close fitting jumper that came modestly below her bottom, she was the very picture of a modern young mother. Her short dark hair was fashionably if sensibly cut and her make-up almost non-existent but what I noticed most was the small but obvious swelling in her tummy which announced her current state of pregnancy to the world.

"Congratulations," I smiled back and saw her hands automatically move to her baby bump.

"Thanks," she replied, "still a good few months to go, I'm afraid." She started to manoeuvre the buggy around in the narrow aisle. "I'll see you on Friday then," she said to Carmen who nodded her agreement.

"We're really looking forward to it," she replied.

"Bye then," the young woman said then turned briefly to me, "It's nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you two. It's good to put a face to a name. See you sometime." 

And with that she began the tortuous journey with her loaded buggy through the crowds to the door. I watched her slim, pretty, pregnant body weave its awkward way then turned to Carmen.

"So what is it with you and babies?" I asked grinning broadly. To my amazement, Carmen blushed pink.

"She's lovely, isn't she?" Carmen asked as if trying to divert the subject.

"Very lovely," I replied impatiently, "but I didn't come here to talk about Julie, however pretty she undoubtedly is. What's this news about you?"

To my astonishment, Carmen lowered her eyes as if embarrassed. "It's true," she said, her dark eyes flicking left and right as if making sure nobody she knew could hear, "I'm pregnant!"

"But not too far gone," I stated, pretending to inspect her bumpless tummy, "and you're happy about it?"

She smiled broadly and coyly. This was a new side of the She-Devil I hadn't suspected existed.

"It was planned, not an accident. I... we wanted to have a baby," she raised her eyes to meet mine full-on. "We're not getting any younger and well, it seemed... the right time for me... for us both," she paused, "so I thought I should take steps to make it happen." She leaned closer towards me and whispered earnestly, "It's far too soon to tell anyone else, ok? A lot could go wrong at this stage, you know."

"Carmen, we've had two kids of our own. I know all this," I chided playfully, "and your secret is safe with me." There was a brief pause before I continued. "Are you really sure? Have you been to the Doctor yet? When would you be due?"

"So many questions! You're worse than my mother!" she laughed. "Well, Mister C, I've done three home tests and they're all positive. I've an appointment in two weeks time to get the process started at the Doctor's and it'll be due in May if all goes well. Happy now?"

I nodded, smiling. It was difficult to imagine the She-Devil opposite me as a mother; this dark, fiery-tempered, sexy woman who had plotted Alice and my initial seduction and who had drawn us inexorably along the surprisingly short and incredibly satisfying journey from faithful monogamy to rampant cuckoldry, turning my lovely, pretty wife into a cock-hungry slut on the way.

A thought occurred to me. "So were you already pregnant in Spain when we... when I..." my words ran out but Carmen must have understood because her hands fell involuntarily into her lap, covering her groin. Vivid memories filled my mind; of how she had looked felt, smelled and tasted that amazing night only weeks ago when I had brought her to a full orgasm with my mouth alone. To my delight, she blushed scarlet before replying.

"I think it happened straight after you left, when Steve arrived but I'm not certain. We were... trying quite hard before he went to the US and I made sure he made up for lost time when he joined me at the apartment!"

I tried to picture how this extraordinary, sexy woman would look in a few months' time with a swollen belly; and how she would look afterwards, pushing a baby in a buggy. My mind could barely imagine it. 

"Well I'm very pleased for you," I said truthfully, "both of you." We sipped our coffees. They were rich and strong with a good caffeine hit. I savoured the taste for a moment then sat back in my chair.

"It certainly explains why you wanted Steve to yourself in Spain," I said smiling knowingly then, making sure no-one was too close nearby, added, "you wouldn't have wanted him wasting his seed on anyone else." Carmen just smiled in reply but her eyes were sparkling. "He does seem to have an awful lot of it though, and an amazingly quick recovery time," I added.

She seemed to glow with pride at this praise of her husband's prowess and not for the first time I imagined her as the proud owner of a thoroughbred racehorse being admired by an expert. Having seen him in action myself, I could understand how she must feel. 

A thought occurred to me. "Does this mean Steve's off the menu now as far as Alice is concerned?" I asked, though I wasn't sure how disappointed my wife would be if he was.

"Far from it!" Carmen chuckled, "as long as he does his bit for me too, he's still very much available. Although I have an idea little Alice has moved on a bit now."

She might be right, I mused. I wasn't sure myself and was fairly certain Alice didn't know her own mind properly yet.

"So where are you going on Friday with the yummy mummy?" I asked, changing the subject and nodding towards the door Julie had left by.

"Oh, nowhere much," she replied casually, "the four of us are going for an early meal then on to a movie. If there's time then we'll go back to their house for a drink. They can't get a late-night babysitter." There was something in the tone of her voice that should have alerted me but I didn't quite pick up on it.

"Where did you meet her," I asked, "she's not your usual type?"

"We worked together before she had the baby. We kept in touch. I really like them both."

"Both?"

"Her husband Gary too. He's an architect in town."

I was surprised, but then Carmen seldom mentioned her other friends. Given my own career, it was possible that I had come across him professionally but I didn't pry.

"What movie are you going to?" I asked, surprised that she and Steve would choose such an uneventful Friday night activity. It didn't sound their kind of thing at all, unless of course, Carmen's pregnancy had already had a calming effect on her.

"I'm not sure, Julie's choosing this time," she replied, then after checking left and right, added in a whisper, "but it doesn't really matter," I saw her eyes flash brightly with mischief, "as long as it's dark!"

"Carmen!" I hissed, aghast, leaning forwards until my head was merely inches from hers. "What the hell are you up to?" She grinned her evil, manipulative grin.

"Never you mind, Mister Cuckold," she teased outrageously, "let's just say that now little Alice has apparently acquired a taste for other cocks, a certain husband and father-to-be will have a few vacant slots in his bedtime diary that need filling."

My mouth dropped open. "You mean Steve's going to..." Now it was my turn to look left and right before mouthing the words, "to try and fuck Julie? On Friday?"

Carmen nodded slowly. "That's the plan; she's certainly ready for it." I must have looked puzzled because she continued very quietly, "Oh, she doesn't know it yet, neither does her husband, but I reckon there's a better than fifty-fifty chance her cunt will be full of Steve's cum by midnight."

I sat back in my chair, horrified but mesmerised. She looked at my face then burst out laughing. 




Journey into Cuckoldry - Cloud Nine



"Don't look so shocked! You're hardly an angel yourself and neither is your lovely wife!"

That was certainly true, but I was sure our descent into the cuckold lifestyle wouldn't have happened without Carmen's interference - interference we were now glad of having had, of course."

"How... how on earth can you tell she's up for it?" I asked, stunned.

I had never understood how Carmen had known so clearly that the cuckold lifestyle would suit Alice and me as well as it obviously now did and I could see nothing in Julie to even hint that she might be a potential slut. As far as I could see, she was a simple, sweet young mother; pretty but not overtly sexy, taking care of her small child and, of course, expecting another.

"Let's just say it's She-Devil's intuition," Carmen replied in a low, wicked voice. "That's what you call me, isn't it?" I leaned further back, amazed as she continued. "She was a virgin when they married and hasn't ever had sex with anyone but her husband. He's a nice guy but from what little she's said when she's been a bit drunk, I reckon he's got a very small cock and she has never had an orgasm. When she finally feels Steve's monster inside her..." she left the words hanging in the air.

"But what about her husband?" I asked, "Gary, how do you know he'll be happy too? How do you know he'll go along with it?"

Carmen laughed aloud. "Let's just say he reminds me a lot of you, Mister Cuckold," she tapped me on the hand, "in the nicest possible way, of course." 

I had no idea what she meant by that but I knew better than to ask at that moment because a couple more young Mums complete with buggies arrived and sat at the table right next to ours. Further intimate conversation would now be impossible. Carmen frowned at them then giggled at my obvious unease while rummaging in her handbag.

"Here," she slid a small piece of old envelope across the table towards me. I looked puzzled. "It's that number you wanted. I suspect you might need it soon."

I picked up the paper and saw the single word 'Mitch' followed by a mobile phone number. I could feel myself blushing as I thanked her and offered to buy us both another round of coffee.

***

It was Friday evening and 'Movie Night' in our household. Once a month Alice and I would take the kids to whatever movie they wanted, if and only if they could decide what it should be without fighting. 

The week had passed quite quickly thanks to a very busy time at work. Unfortunately our sex life had reduced still further, but at least it gave me time in bed at night to think about what to do about Alice and her potential lovers. Predictably, I hadn't come to anything like a conclusion other than realising that her need was growing by the day and I was unlikely to satisfy it as we hadn't had sex since the Sunday morning, a full five days ago. 

Apart from this, our relationship was as sound as ever and the atmosphere in the family was warm and close as we discussed the evening's activities. For a rare treat for the kids, we had taken then for pizza in a chain restaurant nearby before going to the multi-screen complex for our movie.

This time there had been no argument from anyone about our choice. A new Pixar animated comedy had just been released which even Alice and I wanted to see so we had booked tickets days in advance to be sure of getting seats. To make doubly sure, we had eaten dinner early and arrived forty minutes before the start to get to the front of the queue and secure a good position in the auditorium.

The downside of this was that we had a long wait in line which the kids were finding difficult and were helping the time pass by arguing about absolutely everything. All the screens in the theatre were busy, it seemed, and for a while, Alice and I watched the families and couples as they wandered in, making comments under our breath about the inadvisability of some people's choice of attire. It was childish and catty but we were bored and at least it gave us a break from the kids' squabbling.

Eventually our queue began to move and I turned to herd the kids forward when Alice put her hand on my arm and pulled me round.

"Hey," she suddenly whispered hoarsely, "isn't that Carmen and Steve?"

"Where?"

"Over there with that pregnant couple." She indicated subtly with her hand. 

I looked across the concourse and sure enough, there were our friends about to enter the cinema complex. Steve looked his usual gorgeous self in tight black trousers and a close fitting white shirt. If anything he must have spent yet more time in the gym. He was chatting animatedly to Julie, the pregnant girl I had met in the cafe earlier in the week. 

"That's Julie and that must be her husband Gary," I said as the four of us filed slowly in our queue towards the entrance door, "you remember I met her in the cafe earlier in the week, with Carmen?"

"Oh yes," Alice replied blandly, but I could see her watching the group carefully, "she's pretty, isn't she?"

It wasn't a real question so I didn't make the mistake of answering it. Instead I watched the happy foursome as they made their way through the foyer. Julie did indeed look very pretty and as innocent as she had looked when I had first met her. From a distance I could tell she still wore only a minimum of make-up although her short hair had tonight been carefully styled. She still wore leggings but now had on a long dark T-shirt which gave the impression that she was perhaps a little ashamed of the small, firm baby bump half hidden by the light summer jacket under her arm. 

She was clearly flattered by Steve's attention and occasionally touched him excitedly on the arm as they talked. Steve's hand in return flittered over her lower back. They were evidently getting on well.

In front of them, Carmen and Julie's husband were equally animated. Carmen herself had chosen the close fitting white dress she wore rarely but which to my mind highlighted her full, womanly figure to my mind even better than the black she habitually wore. Its clean innocence contrasted sharply with her dark hair and the mischievous sparkle in her eye. In my imagination, it made her look like even more like a She-Devil than usual - a dangerous trap for those who didn't know her as I did.

I suspected Julie and her husband fell into that vulnerable category and at that moment, Gary was definitely under the She-Devil's spell, hanging on her every word; his hand on her arm a little more than mere politeness and acquaintance would expect, his face beaming with interest.

It suddenly struck me that he looked to all intents like a reverse copy of Steve. He was clearly fit and healthy himself and dressed in pale jeans and a black shirt looked strong and handsome. Carmen obviously found him attractive and was flirting with him as the four of them entered the auditorium.

I wondered what the atmosphere would be like when they left in a couple of hours' time; and whether Carmen's prediction about the likely state of Julie's vagina by midnight would come true. Something perverse within me hoped it would and I studied her as carefully as I could without making it obvious to Alice and the kids.

"Come on, Mummy!" The voice of our son, slightly annoyed, broke through my reverie as a hand pulled me forward. A large gap had opened in front of us in the queue which we had not noticed. 

"Sorry, Darling," Alice said softly then looked across at me as if expecting me to remonstrate with her. I smiled and said nothing.

"What were you both staring at?" my daughter eventually asked as we moved forward and handed over our tickets.

Alice and I both jumped guiltily and I realised she had been just as fixated on the foursome as I had been.

"Um... I was wondering if we needed popcorn," she quickly replied. I smiled at her conspiratorially but her expression was still one of guilt, "I'll just go and get some."

Alice hated popcorn so it was an unconvincing excuse but all the same, moments later she returned with a large bucket and we made our way into the theatre.

In the darkness, I fondled her bare leg underneath the jacket on her lap, my hand occasionally brushing up against her panties. She didn't push me away, and as I gently caressed her loveliness, my mind was filled with images of what might be happening in the theatre above us, what might happen later; and whether Carmen and Steve would conquer Julie and her husband as totally as they had conquered Alice and me.

***

"Did it upset you, seeing Steve with Julie?" I asked Alice later that evening as she came into the bedroom from the shower, her slender body wrapped in a large white towel. 

The movie had been great and we had all laughed heartily but there was no denying the change in atmosphere that seeing Carmen and Steve with another couple had cast over our enjoyment. Both Alice and I had been slightly distracted all evening. Fortunately neither of the kids had noticed.

She seemed to think a long time before replying.

"Not upset really, more unsettled," she eventually said. I raised my eyebrows in silent question. "I thought I would feel jealous but I'm not," she explained, "I always knew Steve would have other girlfriends."

I waited while she assembled her thoughts before continuing, "It's more, well, envy I suppose."

"Envy?" I asked. She gave an embarrassed laugh as she crossed to the full length mirror and unconsciously examined her reflection, frowning. I thought she looked simply incredible but doubted she would see herself that way. My lovely wife was not a vain person.

"I'm envious of Julie, I guess," she explained with a sigh, "she's about to discover for the first time what you and I discovered last year and, well, I suppose I envy her that incredible discovery." 

Alice was looking wistfully into the middle distance; clearly the memories of her first seduction at Steve's hands and the spectacular orgasms she had enjoyed since, first with him and then with Mitch were still vivid. They were certainly vivid in my mind and I had only been an onlooker.

"It was sort of like losing my virginity all over again," she continued dreamily, "to feel that attractive and that sexual... and after Mitch too..." her voice faded. 

"And you're thinking that Julie might be feeling that way right now?" I asked. She nodded sheepishly. "And you'd like to feel that way again soon?" There was another nod. 

"It makes me worry when I realise how dependent on sex I've become," she said anxiously. It was by no means the first time she had expressed this concern. "I can't imagine how it must make you feel, having a Slut for a wife. I love you so much but I just can't help it."

I crossed to her and took her in my arms, kissing the top of her sweet blonde head as I hugged her.

"You know how much I love you too. I'd do anything to make you happy and so far your little... addiction... has been good for both of us, hasn't it?" She smiled up at me, her face, devoid of make-up making her seem ten years younger.

"I think it's time you had another date, don't you?" I stated, my chest tight with excitement at the thought, "and as soon as we can arrange it." I squeezed her again.

"It would be... nice," she said softly, squeezing me back, "as long as you're still ok about it."

"Do you know who you'd like to... fuck you?" I asked, revelling in the deliberate coarseness of the last two words. I felt her tense in my arms as she heard them.

"Who would you like to see... fucking me, Cucky-Boy?" she replied, clearly beginning to play the game. I felt her body pressing against mine.

"Which of them has the biggest cock, my little Slutwife?" I continued, escalating the fantasy.

"I can't remember, perhaps I'd better try them both again and find out!" her eyes were gleaming now, "Or maybe I need someone new...someone even bigger..." 

The cheeky, lascivious look on my wife's face told me clearly she was enjoying this little interchange.

"It's certainly not you, Cucky-Boy!" she added. "I need a real man's cock in... my... cunt!"

There! The 'c' word told me she was getting seriously aroused. 

"In your what?" I demanded.

"In... my... cunt... making... me... cum..." she replied and I felt her rubbing herself on my thigh. I pressed it forwards to make it easier for her.

"Big?"

"Fucking... huge..." her rubbing was growing faster and harder now.

"Deep inside you?" I asked, "Making you cum? Filling you with his seed?"

"Oh yes!" she croaked, "hot, wet and sticky, ready for you to..."

And then to my delight, her lips were hard on mine, kissing me with a passion I hadn't felt in a long while. Her tongue practically forced my lips apart then dived into my mouth as her arms rose around my neck. It took a second or two to realise what was happening before I responded eagerly, returning the passion of her kiss with my own equally strong embrace. The towel fell to the floor as her body rocked against mine, pulling me firmly into a full-on embrace, our mouths pressed so firmly together that our teeth collided clumsily. 

My hands flew to her lower back, pressing her naked body against mine as her hands pulled my lips even harder against hers. Our mouths opened impossibly wide, teeth clashing, tongues writing over and around each other as she hung from me. My hands slipped downwards to her small, tight, firm buttocks and gripped them firmly, my middle finger sliding with difficulty into her cleft, over her tight, puckered anus and down towards her hot, moistening slit.

"Mmmmm!" she moaned into my mouth, her chest heaving against mine, crushing her tiny breasts, their nipples rubbing against the sparse hair on my chest.

"Ohhhh Alice," I hissed into her ear as we came up for breath, "my little slut of a wife, you are amazing..."

She smiled broadly, her long damp hair falling in a curtain over her sweet face, then released my neck and, taking my hands from her bottom, led me to the bed.

"Lie down, Cucky-Boy," she whispered, pushing me backwards until my calves pressed against the side of the mattress, "it's time you had a little attention for a change."

Intrigued and excited, I lowered myself to the bed and lay back, my eyes fixed on my lovely, sexy wife. Without breaking eye contact, she knelt alongside me then sat back on her heels.

"How's my little friend doing?" she asked, taking my already hard cock in her right hand, "is he feeling strong today?"

"Mmmm!" 

This time it was my turn to moan as she began to stroke my erection; first with her fingertips, then her fingers, then taking it into her fist and squeezing it hard. I could feel myself growing harder still in her grasp. At first her strokes were long and tantalisingly slow along my shaft, from the sensitive furrow behind my glans, down to the tightening sack at its base.

"Ohhh Alice..."

With a broad smile, she lowered her head to my waist. Her long blonde hair fell forward like a damp curtain, cool against the heat of my belly and obscuring her sweet mouth from view as it descended closer and closer to my cock. I felt the heat of her breath on its swollen head, then the lightest touch of her tongue on its tiny lips, then around its smooth dome, then along its ridge.

And then the whole head of my cock was engulfed in the warm, wet cavern of my wife's mouth, her tongue wide, smooth and active all over me. I felt her fingers on its base and her other hand grasp my sack, squeezing it firmly as she began to raise and lower her head.

"Oh Jesus!" 

My head flew back on the sheets, my legs parting involuntarily as to my amazement and still hidden by her long blonde hair, my sexy wife began to fuck me with her sweet mouth. Up and down her head rose and fell, each stroke a new sensation; her tongue on my tip, then on the side of my shaft, then her teeth drawn sharply against my lower ridge, then gently biting my painfully swollen head. 

Still kneeling, her slim hips swivelled around as she worked my cock until her bottom was towards me, her hairless vulva peeking out between parted buttocks. I could see the damp darkness of her slit merely inches from my face as if taunting me. I reached out with my fingers to touch her, craning my neck in an attempt to touch her swelling lips with my tongue. She moved herself away.

"Relax, Cucky-Boy," she croaked, her mouth releasing my erection for a moment and rising on her knees. Her hair fell away and I could see the dampness around her mouth, her lips slightly puffy from the incredible job they had just performed on my cock.

Grinning knowingly, she leaned across my chest and tugged open the top drawer of the bedside cabinet. Her breasts were merely inches from my face and I kissed her nipples, feeling the hard nibs between my lips and smoothing their dark surrounds with my tongue. She gasped and giggled then reached into the open drawer and pulled out a small, square, purple packet. I smiled as she sat back on her heels, her lovely thighs spread wide and tore it open, extracting its soft rubber contents which she placed carefully over the end of my dangerously sensitive, erect cock.

"Must put his little knobbly jacket on..." she teased as she began to roll the condom down over my shaft, "somebody's unusually big today. I wonder what brought that on."

The sexiness of her words and the soft, warm touch of her slender fingers on my erection as the condom slowly covered its tingling sides were almost unbearable. I watched in slow motion as the rubber sheath descended until it reached the base of my cock which she held at right angles to my body, making it look as big as it ever could. 

"There we are!" she whispered, "all ready to be fucked by your slut of a wife."

I smiled broadly at this new, lascivious side to Alice's behaviour, something I knew only I ever got to see. Even with her lovers she was shy, reserved, almost demure right up until they brought her to orgasm. This slutty side was a performance for me and me alone and I loved it so much.

Her eyes fixed firmly on mine, she rose on her knees then lifted her left leg over my body until she straddled my waist. Her face beamed with mischief as she reached behind and took the head of my latex-covered cock in her hand before directing it towards her opening.

"Mmmm. I think you're ready for this Cucky-Boy," she said and slowly lowered herself onto me. 

I felt the heat of her splayed lips as her vulva descended onto my erection followed by a little pain when my tip missed her opening and bent awkwardly. I grimaced; she grinned then quickly adjusted the angle of my erection until I felt her inner lips part and my sensitive head being smothered in wet warmth.

"Better?" she asked huskily. I nodded eagerly.

My shaft now correctly aligned, my lovely wife released it and brought both hands round to her front where she cupped her tiny breasts before, teasingly lowering herself tantalisingly onto my shaft. I felt the heat of her vagina slowly swallowing my erection as millimetre by millimetre, her slender, fit body was lowered onto mine. Her chest heaved as the studs and ridges dragged against her stretched entrance and along the sensitive first few inches of her passage. Her nipples grew visibly harder and strangely darker under her fingertips and I stroked the length of her athletic thighs as she slowly impaled herself on my shaft. 

"Mmmm," she breathed out heavily as my cock stretched her inner passage and the warmth of her body engulfed me, "I'll swear you've grown thicker since Spain."

I felt the heat of her thighs approaching mine as my latex covered head began to press against her cervix and the thicker base of my cock stretched her inner lips still further.

"As thick as Steve? As thick as Mitch?" I demanded, my voice as breathy as hers in arousal, the masochist within me hoping for and expecting the right answer.




Journey into Cuckoldry - Cloud Nine



In response, Alice began to raise herself on my shaft, her body lifting on her knees until just the head of my cock was within her. She looked me in the eyes, smiled then lowered herself again, breathing out heavily as the condom's rough surface once again stimulated her hot, dampening insides.

"You really want to know, Cucky-Boy?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "right now with your tiny cock in my cunt?"

The 'C' word again! I felt great, encouraged that she might be really enjoying our lovemaking this time too. I nodded my reply before playing the game further.

"Please, Alice! Tell me how it feels to have their cocks inside you."

Again she rose high on her knees before falling back onto me. Her buttocks striking my upper thighs made a soft slapping sound and I felt myself swelling within her body. Alice must have felt it too because she gasped quietly before whispering. 

"Steve is amazing! My first proper cock... stretching me sooo tightly... sooo deep inside me... makes me feel... sooo sooo good!" 

A shudder passed through her body and I felt her vagina tighten briefly around my shaft then loosen again.

The bed rocked gently as she rose and fell again, this time accompanied by a soft wet smack as her rapidly-lubricating body descended more forcefully upon mine, driving me deeper into her. She gasped and I realised her words were having at least as arousing an effect on her as they were on me.

"But no-one... has ever fucked me... like Mitch fucked me," she hissed as once again my head was rammed against her cervix and her hairless vulva ground against my pubic hair. She wriggled on the shaft buried deep within her, as if rubbing her inner lips and clitoris against its thick base.

"Christ... that boy fucked me... so hard... I thought I was... was going to die!" she croaked, her hips gyrating, forcing her swelling clitoris against the top of my shaft and my short, wiry pubic hair.

I reached up to stroke her tummy and breasts but she grabbed my hands in hers, inter-twining our fingers, leaning forwards on my arms for support as she thrust her hips back and forth, her face reddening with arousal.

"Making love with you... is fun... and I love you," she said, slowing her gyrations then raising her body high on her knees. I looked down and for a moment saw our two bodies united by the condom-covered shaft that spouted from my groin and disappeared into hers. Then she lowered herself slowly onto me once again, her vagina loosening with every penetration.

"But you can't make me feel... like I need to feel," she continued, "sometimes I need... to feel more..."

Then with a high pitched sigh she began to fuck herself hard on my erection, her hands gripping mine tightly as she rose higher and higher then fell faster and harder onto my body, the wet sounds of our mating growing louder, filling the room, making the bed beneath me bounce.

"Who are you fucking, Alice?" I asked hoarsely as her face grew pinker and her movements less controlled. 

I could feel my erection swelling further and silently prayed that the latex of the condom would reduce the sensations and my arousal enough to make me last within her; long enough for her to reach orgasm again for the first time in weeks.

"Is it Steve? Is it Mitch?" I demanded, watching her face for confirmation, then added hopefully, "Is it me?"

Above me, my lovely wife's eyes were closed as if every cell in her brain was concentrating on her vulva, trying to extract every last ounce of sensation from the union of our two bodies. I could feel her deliberately tightening her vagina on my shaft and saw her face contort as the studs and ridges bit into her aroused membranes.

"MmmmmMMM! Oh that's good!" she gasped as the speed of her strokes increased. 

Suddenly the room was full of another, earthier smell and when I stared at the place where our bodies were joined, I could see my shaft now covered in a thicker, whiter half-churned foam as my wife's arousal rose and rose.

"Aaah! Aaah! Aaah!" 

The exclamations escaped her open mouth in time with her gyrations but these seemed to be slowing despite her undoubted physical fitness. Desperate to give her the orgasm she clearly craved, I began to thrust upwards hard, clenching my buttocks, contracting my legs and abs so that my rising cock met her descending body on each stroke.

We both gasped as the head of my cock was driven violently into her cervix and my pubic hair ground hard against her stretched inner lips and clitoris. Over and over she drove herself onto my cock but as her vagina loosened she seemed to be slipping away from orgasm rather than getting closer.

Taking unaccustomed control of our lovemaking, I gripped her hands tightly and rolled her off my body and onto the bed where before she could object, I flipped her onto her back and spreading her thighs, mounted her quickly, my erect cock slipping very easily back into her well lubricated vagina.

"Oh yes..." she mouthed, apparently enjoying the loss of control, "Fuck me, Cucky-boy! Fuck me if you can!"

And then I began to fuck her for all I was worth, desperate to bring her the orgasm she craved, slamming my body into hers with as much force as I dared. The bed began to creak loudly, making us both giggle despite ourselves and I reduced the force of my thrusts in case the banging woke the kids.

"Ooops!" I whispered and felt her tighten herself around my latex-covered shaft. 

Encouraged, I began to fuck her more slowly but in as long, deep thrusts as I could manage, drawing back until I almost left her body, then driving forcefully forwards until my wiry pubic hair ground against her shaven mound and my smooth head reached out for her cervix again. 

She grunted in response and I continued, thrusting in and out, feeling her body all around mine, my arousal increasing with every stroke. Beneath me, Alice tiled her pelvis in an attempt to increase the sensation and stimulate her clitoris but it didn't seem to be working.

I quickened my pace, thrusting harder and faster in desperation. The bed began to thump again but I ignored it, lifting her knees and pressing her legs to her chest as I had seen Steve do just before bringing her to a massive orgasm. But again, despite massively increasing my own arousal as well as hers, it just wouldn't tip her over the brink and into orgasm.

In a final effort, I pressed her knees firmly together, tightening her vagina even more around my shaft before forcing her knees hard against her breasts, crushing them cruelly. 

The effect was instant but not what I had intended; the new and powerful sensations around my shaft were overwhelming; my own climax began in a vengeance and I began to ejaculate immediately, filling the loose condom with spermless semen as my cock throbbed and pulsated in her hot, firm, beautiful body.

The intense pleasure of a wild and wonderful orgasm gripped my chest tightly, threw my spine into spasm and made my toes curl as a massive wave of uncontrolled heat washed over me. Over and over again I felt the spasms hit me as if desperate to rid my body of the ocean of semen that my sexless week had allowed to build, sending it cascading into the condom buried in my lovely wife's vagina. 

But the look of almost desperate disappointment on the lovely face beneath mine robbed me of true pleasure and I knew I couldn't leave her so unsatisfied. Pulling my rapidly softening erection from her wonderful body, I slipped backwards on the bed between her obscenely spread thighs. My cock drooped, weighed down by the balloon of semen that hung from its flaccid end. Ignoring this, I slipped my hands under her knees then quickly lifted her legs and spread them wide with a forcefulness that surprised me.  

Her slit, now grotesquely exposed, was puffy, red and gaping with a rim of churned white foam around her inner lips. In a moment I had lowered my mouth to her slit, feeling her legs close around my head and her heels against my bare back. The heat from the aroused vulva next to my face was extraordinary but I had no time to enjoy it if I was so bring my lovely, sexy wife to the climax she needed so badly.

Sliding my hands, palms up under her buttocks, I drew the flat of my tongue in a single long stroke from the base of her slit, across her hot, wet inner lips towards the hard, engorged nub of her clitoris where I lapped firmly against its tender underside - made even more tender by being rubbed so hard against my shaft. The taste of her encrusted vulva was overpowering, strong and sharp, filling my head with its arousing aroma.

She gasped. I drew my tongue across her slit again, this time dipping briefly into her gaping vagina before slowly rasping across her swollen clitoris once again. 

"OhmyGodOhmyGod!"

Giving her no time to recover or relax, I began to tongue her vagina eagerly and messily. One moment my nose was pressed against her slit, the next my tongue was deep inside her hot passage. I lifted her hood firmly, exposing the full length of her clitoris before sucking it between my teeth and nibbling it gently.

I felt her body shake, her legs tighten around my head and a powerful, earthy aroma and flavour join the sweetness of her secretions as my lovely slut of a wife finally began to cum.

"Nnnnnnnggghhh"

Despite the spasms that wracked her body, instinct drove me onwards and I tongued her relentlessly through her orgasm, forcing her writhing buttocks against my mouth, my middle finger, slimy with her juices, slipping along her cleft until it found her puckered anus. 

What possessed me then I can't explain even to this day but without a thought, I worked my fingertip into the tight little sphincter and pressed myself up to the second knuckle into her rectum.

"What the... Ohhhhhhhhhhh "

The effect was incredible. A new and massive wave of climax struck her slender body, robbing her of all remaining control. Her back and legs went into spasm, her thighs clamped down hard on the sides of my head and my mouth filled with a new cascade of her free-flowing juices. Twisting my finger in her lovely ass from left to right then bending it upwards towards my mouth, I tongued her wildly as she continued to cum. Her fingers grabbed my hair, pulling it painfully, at first pushing my head away from her vulva, then pulling it back against her hard before finally pushing me away.

"Please... please... enough..." she eventually gasped, her body beginning to flag; exhausted from the immense orgasm that I, her husband had given her, not her one of her well-endowed lovers . 

Sensing her exhaustion, I slowed my tonguing then gradually brought it to an end. I rested my messy face against her hot, sticky vulva as her trembling began to subside, feeling her pulsating hips against my mouth as her orgasm died away. Realising that my middle finger was still deep in her rectum, I slowly withdrew it, feeling her sphincter closing less tightly as it left her body. Above me, she began to relax.

I kissed her lovingly on her sticky mound then slid up the bed to lie alongside her, the semen-filled condom slipping noiselessly from my flaccid cock. My exhausted, spent wife was breathing heavily, her eyes dreamy and half closed as I took her in my arms and hugged her.

"Are you ok?" I asked in a whisper. I kissed her gently on the forehead, "Was it alright for you?"

She snuggled against me, tiny spasms still making her tremble.

"That was... oh my God... amazing... Cucky-Boy... where did you... learn to do that...?"

Her voice sounded drunk and her eyes were closing so I just held her to me as she drifted off to sleep. Deep inside I glowed with pride; despite her lovers and infidelities, when it mattered, she could still be mine.

***

The bedroom clock glowed in the darkness of the room as I watched the flickering numbers counting up to midnight. Lying in the darkness next to my lovely wife, sleep was impossible as my head filled with thoughts and images. Our earlier lovemaking had been some of the most passionate and exciting I could remember; the soreness of my body and face were clear physical proof, if any were needed. 

Against all probabilities, Alice's infidelities had actually brought us closer together both emotionally and physically. Whether I was making passionate love to her myself or watching another man fuck her almost into unconsciousness, this new sexual dimension to our lives was indeed bringing incredible satisfaction to us both.

It seemed strangely appropriate that Alice should be unsettled by Steve's planned seduction of Julie. She must have guessed Carmen's devilish scheme without my telling her but I had expected my wife to feel almost betrayed by her lover Steve, rather than envious of Julie, his intended conquest. 

And what about Steve? Had he successfully made Julie his latest conquest by now? Had Carmen's prediction been correct; that at this very moment across town, Julie's vagina would be full of Steve's semen, the only semen other than her husband's ever to enter her soft, innocent body? Had Julie been brought to new heights of arousal and orgasm in the way my own sweet wife had? Had that sweet, pretty, pregnant mother already embarked on the journey into cuckoldry that Alice and I had followed so smoothly and so rewardingly?

And of course, had her husband Gary sat back, frozen as I had been; unable to intervene, capable only of watching as his lovely pregnant wife was seduced, bedded and inseminated by another man? And if so, did I envy him this discovery of his true nature as Alice envied Julie? There were no answers to be found in the darkness.

But above all there was the question of Alice herself. Despite our wonderful lovemaking that evening, it was clear she still needed another lover. How best could I bring her the excitement in bed that she so clearly needed and craved? Would Steve be enough for her now? Would Mitch? Or must I find a new lover, a man with new ideas to bring her new sensations and new delights?

One thing I knew; I would do anything for the beautiful, sexy woman beside me that I so loved and totally adored.



Journey into Cuckoldry - Dirty Dozen



"I don't think I can bear it any longer!"

The pain in Gary's voice was clear as we stood in the kitchen of Steve and Carmen's house, listening to the unmistakeable sounds of hot, passionate sex tasking place in the lounge across the hallway. I had gone downstairs to fetch my freshly-fucked wife and her lover a long drink maybe get another strong one for myself. Alice lay upstairs in bed with Mitch having been all-too-easily seduced over dinner, stripped, taken upstairs and comprehensively fucked in the guest room. 

I had watched the beginning of their copulation and its noisy, messy climax but had missed the whole of the main course, having been dragged back downstairs by Carmen for my 'treat'.

This 'treat' had indeed been special; nothing less than the introduction to the world of cunnilingus of Julie, the woman currently and noisily being fucked in the lounge nearby and whose husband Gary I had found hiding in the kitchen as I entered.

Young, pretty Julie was the female half of Carmen and Steve's latest conquest couple. Highly pregnant with their second child, Julie and her handsome husband Gary had been virgins when they married and had remained entirely faithful until Carmen had arranged for Julie to be seduced, fucked and inseminated by Steve right in front of her tiny-cocked husband. Up till then, Julie hadn't experienced an orgasm of any kind and neither of them had even tried oral sex.

Steve had provided Julie with the former in spadefuls and was providing even more orgasms as we stood listening. But after a brief incident Carmen and I had unexpectedly enjoyed in bed together in Spain, the She-Devil had chosen me to provide Julie with the latter. This had meant missing most of my own wife's encounter with her young lover Mitch but it had been an amazing experience.

At my hands - or rather my mouth and tongue - Julie had responded spectacularly well to her first oral sex, reaching orgasm almost the instant my tongue had touched her overly-hooded clitoris. In front of her cuckold husband, she had climaxed loudly and messily onto my face as I had tongued and fingered her on the sofa. 

Stunned by her first clitoral orgasms, Steve had immediately mounted her and begun the formidable fucking that to my amazement was still taking place. I had missed most of this as I ran back upstairs just in time to see my own wife receive yet another load of semen from her own illicit inseminator.

Alice was now dozing in her young lover's arms so, believing the evening to be coming to an end, I had taken the opportunity to get some refreshment for all of us upstairs. As I had descended the stairs I could hear the familiar creak-creak-creak of the sofa in the lounge and the high pitched female squeals that told of Julie and Steve's continued fornication. I had glanced into the room to see Julie on all fours on the rug, her pregnant belly hanging low while Steve took her from behind in long, deep, controlled strokes.

And then I had found her husband cowering in the kitchen.

Earlier in the evening Gary, a cuckold of only a few weeks, had watched anxiously as his lovely, highly pregnant wife had been seduced and undressed before performing her first ever fellatio on her lover Steve then had finally reached orgasm under my own ministrations. Steve had been mounting her as I left and I had assumed that Gary had continued to watch the remarkable spectacle.

But it seems he had reached his limit.

"It's hard to bear at first," I reassured him, "but you'll get there."

He scowled at me, downed half a glass of wine in one gulp then looked at his watch.

"We've got to take the babysitter home in ten minutes," he said helplessly, "how can I leave her here... like that?"

As if on cue, another ecstatic wailing sound came across the hallway as Steve brought his latest conquest to yet another climax.

Shit! I thought. I had completely forgotten about our own childcare. Fortunately the local girl we were using that evening could usually sleep over in the spare room but...

I excused myself, went out into the hallway and made a quick call home on Carmen's landline. After extorting a huge bonus, our sitter finally agreed to stay overnight and I thanked her profusely. When I returned to the kitchen, Gary had straightened out his clothes and was pulling on his jacket.

"It's no use," he said in a highly distressed voice, "I can't stay here any longer..." 

Whether he meant he couldn't stay and listen to his wife's rampant infidelity any longer of whether their babysitter had to leave would remain unknown because the next thing I knew, he had half run out of the front door and their car was revving up in the driveway.

Julies' next orgasmic moan was accompanied by the squeal of tyres on concrete, then she fell silent.

I tiptoed out of the kitchen and carried three glasses upstairs. The lovers were still lying together in the hot, messy bed, Alice's eyes closed in a post-climax glow. I moved towards her hoping for my usual post-fucking treat but before I could even begin to think about my much-needed creampie, I heard slow, soft footsteps on the stairs then Steve appeared in the bedroom doorway with Carmen a short way behind him. He was naked, his well-toned chest bare and slightly sweaty from his exertions downstairs, his legs strong and athletic in the candlelight. 

His cock, though not as intimidating as Mitch's was still impressive despite being only half-erect, hanging dark and angry between his thighs. For a moment I wondered what Julie's vulva looked like and felt like after her noisy intimate encounter with this monster organ.

Steve's eyes were fixed on the bed where my wife lay, eyes closed, exhausted next to her young lover. Her head was on his chest, her arm draped across his midriff in adoration.

"Very sweet," Carmen said quietly then looked at me and smiled, "is everything ok?"

I gulped and nodded, ridiculously embarrassed after all this woman had seen and done with us and to us.

"Yes. Thank you," for a split second I realised what I was thanking her for and my stomach churned.

At the sound of my voice, Alice opened an eye and smiled at me.

"Are you ok?" I asked. She beamed dreamily and murmured.

"I'm wonderful..."

"But the evening isn't over yet," Carmen said enigmatically and crossing to the bed, she bent over and whispered something in Mitch's ear. He looked at Alice, then at me, then back at Carmen and I saw him ask her something.

Carmen burst out laughing.

"You're a noble young man but trust me; she couldn't be in better hands," she said, kissing him on the forehead affectionately. "Besides you're in for a treat yourself."

Reluctantly, Mitch rose to his feet, his young, Olympic trained swimmer's body, the toned, well-defined muscles of his chest and arms looking awesome in the candlelight. He bent over and whispered something in my wife's ear. She looked puzzled then disappointed. They kissed full on the lips, mouths wide open, tongues active and eager then Carmen took him by the hand and led him naked towards the landing.

As he passed through the door he turned and mouthed something to the lovely woman he had just comprehensively possessed. I could have sworn it was 'I love you' but can't be sure. What I can be sure is that my pretty, rather dishevelled wife merely smiled broadly and indulgently back at him and that a moment later I could hear his and Carmen's voices and footsteps going downstairs. 

This left my recently fucked wife, her original seducer Steve and of course me, the cuckold husband in the bedroom together. Alice was looking at Steve with an expression somewhere between admiration, adoration and apprehension as he slowly crossed to the bed where she lay.

He perched on the edge of the mattress, his semi erect cock still dark and threatening and began to stroke my wife's stocking clad legs and flat, toned tummy. Obviously still tired, Alice ran her fingers over his strong arms and chest and a moment later had raised her lips to his. They kissed slowly and lovingly, Steve's hands moving all over her svelte body from her smooth shoulders to her slightly bony hips. 

Then, with barely a break to their embrace, Steve swivelled his body around until he was lying full length alongside my lovely wife, sliding close up against her, his muscular chest against her long smooth back. I guessed she could feel his semi-erect cock against her back of her legs because she murmured softly. 

"Please Steve... I'm so sore..." she protested softly but without conviction.

"Shhh! Don't worry; I'll be gentle," he murmured, snuggling close behind her, his chest now pressed lightly against her back, his mouth on her shoulders, neck and ears.

They cuddled for a while, all the time Steve rubbing his body gently against hers, his cock against her slender, toned buttocks.

"How is it now...?" he asked in a whisper.

"Mmmm. It's niiiiiice," my wife replied, wriggling her bottom back against his groin.

Steve's left hand began to stroke Alice's side, from her knee, along the back of her thigh to her waist, then up to her tiny breasts before returning to her hips.

"Mmmmm," she moaned again.

Then, gently but firmly, Steve placed the fingers of his left hand under her knee and raised her leg slightly, opening up her groin. His cock, now almost fully erect, slipped high between her thighs. Alice took a deep breath as his shaft rubbed up against her angry vulva.

"Still ok, Ali?" Steve whispered again, lowering her leg to trap his erection hard against her slit.

"Mmmm yesss," she replied, "it's lovely..."

Very slowly and gently, Steve began to rock back and forth, dragging his shaft along her slit. Alice began to breathe deeply and noisily, her arousal increasing despite her previous exhaustion. A thrill flashed through me as I imagined that, for the first time, I might witness my wife being fucked by both her lovers in a single evening. 

This would truly be a night to remember! But the action on the bed was continuing and I watched spellbound.

"how does it make you feel?" Steve asked her softly.

In response, Alice turned her head and kissed him full on the lips. The angle was strange and they kissed awkwardly for a while, Steve's cock still sliding back and forth against her body until eventually Alice broke the kiss.

"Maybe... maybe... maybe it would be ok..." she said under her breath.

It was a clear invitation and Steve took his cue instantly. With a huge smile, he lifted her upper leg once again and wriggled closer against her.

"Oooh!" 

The surprised exclamation from my wife's lips told me that despite the awkward angle, Steve had managed to penetrate her from behind. A thrill shot through me; for the first time I had seen my lovely innocent wife take two men's cocks in a single evening! 

But Steve was pressing his advantage. He leaned back a little then began to move back and forth again in tiny, careful thrusts, his time his cock inside my wife's well-used vagina.

"Ohhhhh!" she breathed, "Ohhh that's nice..."

He sawed back and forth a little faster, his hips moving steadily and with determination, his arms reaching round her torso to cup her tiny breasts then stroke her tummy on their descent to her groin. Alice responded by bending forward slightly, exposing more of her vulva to his attention and making access easier.

"OhhhHHH!" she gasped again as his cock slipped a little deeper into her body.

I looked closely to see what was happening; Steve's fingers had slipped deep between my wife's thighs; he appeared to be fingering the top of her slit as his cock moved in and out of her vagina from below. Alice's breathing grew deeper and noisier, her chest rising and falling as Steve worked wonders on her arousal.

"Mmmmmyyyyeeeesssss!"

Her moans grew louder and louder and, from what I could see of the bunched muscles on his forearm, Steve's fingers were working overtime on my wife's clitoris. It was only a matter of a minute or so before the first minor climax rippled through her body.

"Oooooowwwwwwwyyyeeessss!"

Alice was clearly lubricating wildly if the wet noises filling the room and the stronger, familiar smell emanating from her groin were anything to go by. Sensing this, Steve begin to thrust harder and faster, fingering her more and more energetically until her whole body shook against him, a precursor to a massive orgasm...

Which didn't happen! 

Confidently expecting my sweet wife to climax at Steve's expert hands as surely as sweet, pregnant Julie was even then shrieking out her orgasms with Mitch downstairs, I was completely wrong footed when, instead of bringing her to her first proper orgasm, Steve held my wife's conquered body close in his arms, his cock motionless within her.

A wave of disappointment washed over me. Surely the evening couldn't stop now. True, I had enjoyed my treat between Julie's thighs but the disappointment of ending the evening without the heady mixture of a lover's semen and my wife's juices in my mouth and lungs was hard top bear.

"Keep watching," 

Carmen's voice at my side was low and conspiratorial, almost drowned out by the wails and howls now coming up the stairs from the lounge. Presumably Julie had now discovered that Steve's wasn't the only cock in the world worth having inside her; it wasn't even the biggest or wielded by the most energetic lover.

But my attention was fixed on my wife, who lay on her side as Steve pulled his still-hard erection out of her vagina. There was a look of puzzled disappointment on her face too but I could see how tired she was. Mitch's fucking had been so comprehensive that I had expected Steve's contribution to barely register and in a perverse, masochistic way I had felt proud when she had indicated she could take him on too. 

His cock still huge and hard against his lower belly, Steve rolled onto his back and reached into the bedside cabinet, pulling out two small items. As I stood against the wall watching, I saw him tear open a small square packet, extract the contents and roll the small flexible item over the length of his erect penis.

A condom? Steve had never used a condom before when he had been fucking my wife, hence my love for creampies. A condom meant there would be none for me to enjoy! 

A perverse wave of disappointment flowed through me but was cut short when Steve then took the other item, a small plastic bottle in his right hand and squirted some of its contents into onto the fingers of his left. Alice's eyes were closed, her breathing heavy. She was exhausted and paid no attention to what Steve was doing behind her.

But I was watching him closely! Something unusual was going on.

Steve began to stroke my wife's slender back with his right hand, from her shoulders, down her spine to her slim, athletic hips, then across her tight, toned buttocks. I heard her sigh contentedly and raise her knees slightly. His hand began to stroke the soft smooth flesh at the back of her thighs, from just behind her knees up towards her vulva. From where I stood, I couldn't see how her tender parts looked but after such a violent session with Mitch and a brief penetration by Steve, she could only be red and raw.

Steve's right hand moved smoothly over her flesh as if seeking her sorest parts. She winced briefly and I imagined his fingers had found his target. I expected him to pause or to try and take her again from behind but instead he began to rub her bottom with his left hand; the hand covered with whatever it was in the plastic bottle. 

I watched spellbound. At first Steve's actions seemed to soothe my sex-battered wife's soreness. Alice sighed and moaned softly at his touch, her hips writhing against the fingers that caressed her private parts. Steve quickly squirted more of the substance onto his fingers and returned to whatever his task was. Alice moaned again and wriggled, this time a little uncomfortably.

Then a frown crossed her brow.

"What... what... are you doing...?" she murmured, more puzzled than concerned.

"Shhhh... it's ok... just relax..." I heard Steve whisper into the back of her head.

"But that's... that's my... you're... Oh! Oh! What... OhhhWWW!"

Alice's body jumped on the bed, her hips moving forwards as Steve's hand did its job. 

"Shhhh... relax Ali... you'll enjoy it..." Steve's voice was soft and seductive but I could see my wife was unsure.

His hand was invisible behind her hips but I could see the muscles on his arm rippling as his fingers did their job out of sight - whatever that job was.

"Oh! Please... Please... I don't know... I've never..."

Alice's voice sounded anxious but her body was betraying her, complying willingly with her lover's wishes. Steve reached over waist and raised her upper leg, bending her knee towards her chest and exposing the cleft in her athletic bottom further. For a moment I was ridiculously reminded of the 'recovery position' I had been taught in first Aid at school, but there had been no gorgeous, sexy, naked girls to practice on then.

"Move closer, Mister C!"

Carmen's voice in my ear made me jump. I turned to see the She-Devil at my shoulder, on her face an expression of mischief so profound it looked almost evil.

"What's going on?" I hissed as she literally pushed me closer to the bed.

"Move closer; you'll see!"

I shuffled silently forward until I had reached the foot of the bed. My back was still against the bedroom wall but I could just about make out what was going on in the shadows. I stared, blinked then stared again in disbelief.

The long middle finger of Steve's left hand was deep in my wife's anus, being gently but firmly swivelled from left to right and back. Alice's body was tense, I could tell and she was clearly uncertain about what was being done to her but was in no serious pain and in her exhausted, orgasm-denied-still-aroused state was offering no real resistance.

"See?" Carmen, whispered, "I told you I'd think of something."

"You mean he's going to..." but I couldn't finish the sentence.

"Bugger her? Oh yes... unless she resists. But she's not good at resisting, is she?"

"Oh my God!"

It was true; my lovely wife had become a pushover when it came to sex with other men and there was no sign of any real resistance being offered now. Before my eyes, Steve wriggled awkwardly into position behind Alice's exposed cleft, both still lying on their sides, my wife's upper knee raised high, her leg bent as his finger worked its way around and in and out of her anus. 

She gasped and winced as a second finger joined the first, stretching her anus. A soft whimpering sound emanated from her throat as Steve worked his fingers in and out and round and round my wife's hidden prize.

His cock was mostly in shadow but I had already seen its large size, intimidating dark colour and knew what effect it could have on my wife's body. I could just about make out his hand guiding the head of his shaft closer to where his fingers penetrated my wife's sphincter.

He raised his head and looked straight into my eye. There was a twinkle in his expression, a sudden withdrawal of his hand, a surge from his hips...

"OoooowwwWWWW!"

Alice's eyes and mouth burst wide open and a yowl escaped her lips.

"Yes!" Carmen hissed triumphantly.

I stared at the bed, stunned at the thought that I had just watched another man's cock really, actually penetrate my sweet wife's anus. Another man's erection was at that moment inside her rectum; a place where not even I had ever been!

"Oh my GODDDDD!"

The high-pitched squeal that escaped her lips was quickly choked off as if her chest had been robbed of air. She squirmed and wriggled but Steve's hands held her hips firmly, keeping his cock inside her body.

"Ooooowww!"

"It's ok, Ali," Steve reassured her.

"Hurts... it hurts... takeitouttakeitout.."




Journey into Cuckoldry - Dirty Dozen



She moved her bottom forward as if to escape but his hips pursued her, keeping his cock within her rectum, refusing to withdraw.

"Shhh! It's ok. The worst part is over. Try and relax... you're going to love it..."

"It's so big..."

"So we'll take it very slooowlyyyyy!"

Alice was gasping for breath as her body tried to adjust to the invading shaft that I could see had barely penetrated her. I saw Steve squirt another dollop of lube onto his fingers then his hand disappeared from sight between their two bodies.

A moment later his hands were on her hips and he had started to thrust forward and backward in tiny, tightly controlled movements, each time penetrating my wife's body a little deeper.

Alice's face was a picture of surprise, discomfort and puzzlement as her rectum was slowly filled by Steve's cock. Her eyes went from wide open to tightly closed in a split-second, as did her mouth until she began to bite her lower lip.

"There... that's better, Ali..."

Steve's voice was reassuring but Alice's body was still tense. She brought her knees up higher almost into a foetal position then squealed as this new exposure allowed Steve to slip his cock deeper still into her body. 

"Good girl, Ali! Nearly there now... try and relax... there!"

"It's so big... so full..."

"That's because you've got all of me in your ass, Ali. All of me! That's my girl! It will start to feel good soon!"

He rested, his lower belly pressed against my wife's back, his invisible cock buried deep in her rectum, his fingers gently stroking her arms, sides and back then her belly and buttocks.

"Can you feel yourself loosening?" he whispered into her ear. She gulped then nodded, her teeth still biting her lower lip. "That's good. I can feel it too. Now we'll take it very easily."

Slowly and carefully, Steve began to draw his cock back from her rectum, then equally slowly thrust it in. He did it again, then a third time and I saw the look on my wife's face begin to soften, the lines of pain fading rapidly.

"That's really good. You're getting looser and looser. Does it feel nice yet?" 

The answer was beginning to be obvious as Alice's face changed again. Her body began to twist and stretch slowly as if adjusting to this new sensation, learning to find first the most comfortable, then the most pleasurable position.

Steve's thrusting grew a little faster and more forceful; I could hear the sound of his lower belly slapping against my wife's slender buttocks with each slightly awkward stroke.

"mmmmmm"

The low sound emanating from Alice's tightly closed lips was one of surprise mixed with unexpected pleasure. In response, Steve increased his pace, his efforts rewarded by another long, low moan over the strange new sound of an ass being fucked.

'Slup... slup... slup... slup!'

"Ohhh Steeeve!"

'Slup... slup... slup... slup!' the pace was a little faster now.

"Hhhhhhhhhhh" she croaked, her eyes once again wide open, staring into the blankness of the candle-lit bedroom.

'Sulp-slup... Slup-slup...' a little faster still.

"Does it still hurt?" I heard Steve whisper. Alice was unable to speak but first nodded then shook her head decisively.

"I don't know," she moaned, "it's soooo..."

'Slup-slup-slup-slup...'

"OhhhhhhooowwwwwohhhhhmyyyyGooodddd!"

I will never forget the look on my wife's face as the first anal orgasm of her life began to take hold. Building much more slowly than her many vaginal climaxes, it appeared to begin in her chest rather than her loins but when it struck, it spread like lightning. 

Her wailing stopped as if choked off and she fell silent though her mouth gaped open wide; her eyes were wider than a child's at Christmas and her face and neck were twisted in an extraordinary grimace as Steve thrust himself over and over into her rectum.

"Chrrriiisssttt!"

Alice's legs bent up to her chest, then straightened out in slow motion as her fingers stretched claw-like across the rumpled sheet in front of her. This was like nothing I had seen before!

Steve's thrusting was smooth and controlled but relentless. Seconds later my wife's body began to flex and she rolled slowly onto her front, Steve following closely, his cock never leaving her anus until she lay face first on the white cotton with her lover on her back. As I watched, he deftly slipped his knees between hers and forced her legs grotesquely wide.

"Nnnnngh!"

Alice moaned into the mattress as this new position let Steve's cock slip a few precious millimetres deeper into her rectum. Steve's weight was fully on her, pressing hard against her toned buttocks, driving her lower belly into the mattress as his thrusting grew faster and deeper. For the second time in a single evening I was watching my wife lying face down on the bed as a man fucked her hard from behind. But this time the man's cock was somewhere completely new!

"How does it feel, Mister Cuckold?" 

My eyes had been fixed so firmly on my wife's anal defloration that I had all but forgotten Carmen was close by.

"W... What?"

"Watching you wife lose her last cherry? How does it feel watching my husband fucking your sweet, innocent wife in the ass? She's never let you do that, has she, Mister Cuckold!"

No reply was needed or could possibly be adequate. 

"And she's really getting into it now. Look!"

Carmen was certainly right. Any resistance my wife had been offering had now disappeared completely; Steve was fucking her exactly as he wanted. Alice's legs were spread wide apart, giving her lover free access to her private parts and he was taking full if careful advantage of her.

"Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!"

Alice's moans, muffled by the mattress, showed only too clearly how pleasure and pain had merged together; I could see her sweet face grimacing as waves of both washed over her.

How long could this last? I knew how strong her appetite for 'normal' sex could be with the right man but had no idea how her body could endure this new, unfamiliar onslaught.

Then, as I watched, Steve paused in his thrusting. For a moment he pulled back, his monstrous condom-covered cock slipping from my wife's anus. I gasped as I saw it gaping open, a dark circle against the paleness of her bottom. Confused grimaces crossed my pretty wife's face as if she couldn't understand whether his absence was a relief or a disappointment. Certainly I felt disappointed if this was how it was all to end.

But I needn't have worried; a moment later, Steve had slipped his arm beneath her waist, raised her torso from the bed and with his other hand, stuffed two pillows under her hips. When he lowered her back down, my wife's buttocks were raised obscenely towards both her lover and her audience; her legs spread wide, her body totally exposed to his whims, her newly violated anus still gaping.

Steve moved quickly back into place, his cock in his hand. Alice squealed as, out of my line of sight, his cock was thrust back into her rectum.

"Oh God! Please..." she moaned, her eyes tightly closed.

This time once his cock was fully inside, Steve didn't hold back; taking his weight on his hands either side of her head, he rammed himself into her body hard and fast.

'Slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup...'

"AaahhhhhhooooowwwwwWWWWW!"

'Slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup...'

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

Alice's orgasm was like nothing I had seen before; her whole body convulsing beneath Steve's powerful frame. The hollow, slapping sounds of their violent union filled the room and made my head spin. My cock was now so hard it was protruding stupidly from my shorts but I didn't care as I stared and stared at the incredible action on the bed.

'Slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup...'

"Jeeeeesssuuuussss heeelllpppp mmmeee!!"

Alice's body throbbed and pulsed as another unfamiliar wave of this new kind of orgasm hit her, cutting off her voice after this last exclamation, her face was twisted and ugly as she came one final time...

'Slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup...'

And then with a loud, bull-like bellow, Steve reached his own climax and began to cum. His rhythm broke, his back arched, his own face contorted as he began to fill the condom in my wife's rectum with his semen.

"Nnngh! Nnngh! Nnngh!"

His voice was hard and crude as his body slammed into hers, forcefully, deliberately but with a slowing pace until eventually the thrusting stopped and the room went still.

"Oh my fucking God!" I whispered.

"You said it, Mister Cuckold," Carmen replied quietly alongside me.

Small beads of sweat dripped from Steve's forehead onto my wife's slender back and buttocks as he softened inside her, panting. Alice was simply spent; her energy completely drained; she had been fucked almost literally into unconsciousness. I, her husband had seen only part of her ordeal and that had been shocking enough; who could blame her for falling asleep now?

Steve stroked her back and hips caringly with his fingertips - there was no doubting the genuine affection he had for his lover - before taking the base of his cock in his fingers and carefully withdrawing both his flaccid member and its semen-filed sheath from her anus. He stroked her back and buttocks gently for a moment longer, then carefully inverted the condom and squeezed all its sticky creamy contents onto Alice's inert back where it lay in tiny pools on her skin. 

I watched as Steve rose slowly to his feet, bent over and kissed Alice on one of her raised buttocks then crossed the bedroom floor to where his own wife Carmen was waiting for him. I felt his hand patting me on the back as he passed without saying anything; actions speak louder than words and Steve's actions that evening had spoken volumes. 

"It's over to you now," Carmen said quietly, taking her husband's hand in hers as they left the room leaving my spent wife and me together; very soon I expected to hear the two of them making love in their own room next door, Steve still unaware than his She-Devil of a wife was in fact already pregnant.

The silence in the room was strange after all that had happened. I sat quietly on the bed alongside my exhausted, heavily breathing wife whose violated bottom was still propped on the pillows, her red, sore and slowly closing anus obscenely presented to me.

"Are you ok?" I asked her softly. She mumbled something which sounded like 'tired'.

I ran my fingers along her slender back and spine, then over the slightly bony mounds of her athletic buttocks, my eyes fixed on the pools of semen lying on her soft skin. Eventually and inevitably I dipped my fingers into the gooey mess, rubbing it between my fingertips before raising them to my face.

I sniffed then licked Steve's thick, seed from my hand, savouring the taste. Something was different! I scooped up another pool, sniffed and licked it, running it around my mouth. And then I realised that, having been in a condom, there were none of my wife's juices mixed in with her lover's seed. The strong, slightly acrid secretions from my orgasming wife were missing, and how badly I wanted to smell and taste them. 

A strange feeling of disappointment passed through me, but I bent over anyway, kissed her back and bottom and lapped up the few reaming puddles of semen from her back and cheeks. There wasn't very much; Steve must have ejaculated at least once before taking Alice's last virginity; I knew from experience how much semen he would usually leave in my sweet wife's vagina and wished there was more to see now. 

I imagined Julie downstairs, taking Steve's first huge ejaculation in her vagina before being inseminated multiple times by her new young lover Mitch. Now that the noises downstairs had stopped, was she lying there imagining all that sperm wriggling inside her though search for a fertile womb would be fruitless?

"Was it.. ok... for you?" Alice's sleepy voice broke my reverie.

"It was amazing; YOU were amazing," I smiled, leaning over to kiss her on the lips.

"You taste of Steve," she smiled sheepishly.

I kissed her again.

"Do you need anything?" I asked softly, stroking her sweet face.

"Just sleep!"

I gently raised her hips and slipped the pillows out from underneath. She sank to the bed, the cleft between her buttocks closing, depriving me of the sight of her battered anus. It was probably best that way.

I stripped off my clothes, retrieved the duvet from its chair next to the wall and climbed naked onto the bed, pulling it over the pair of us. My wife snuggled up to me, her blonde hair in my face. I inhaled her sweet scent, a wonderful, intoxicating mixture of perfume, shampoo and recent sex.

I held her trembling body in my arms and hugged her close, listening to her breathing growing deeper and slower until she fell asleep in my arms.

The candles flickered but I let them burn; I was not going to leave my lovely, sweet wife alone now, not after all she had been through and clearly enjoyed that night. I lay quietly listening to the sounds of mating; Steve and Carmen's apparently passionate copulation coming from the room next door and from downstairs where Mitch had apparently rested enough to do an even more comprehensive job on Julie than he had on Alice. 

God alone knew how many times he had fucked that poor, pregnant girl, with and without her cuckold husband present. What would she be like in the morning?

What an evening! I thought, my head spinning. In a single dinner party, Carmen had arranged the loss of no less than three virginities, turned sweet, innocent Julie into a real Slut and of course moved Alice and me another big step along our Journey into Cuckoldry.

The sounds of sex faded, first from downstairs then from the room next door. Eventually I joined my exhausted wife in slumber.

***

I rose just after dawn the next morning after very little sleep, my peace broken once again by the 'thump thump' sounds that periodically came from the bedroom alongside ours and the less frequent wailing and moaning from the spare room where Mitch had apparently carried Julie to spend the rest of the night. 

Alice was sound asleep alongside me, her poor body shattered and showing the familiar signs of having spent most of the night in abandoned copulation; wildly dishevelled hair; dark eyes with smudged make-up; absent lipstick and the beginnings of a new crop of hickeys on her neck and shoulders. 

I went quietly downstairs to the kitchen dressed only in my jeans and one of Steve's old T-shirts then made myself a mug of tea and sipped it, staring out of the window at the sunny day just beginning outside. 

The familiar 'morning after' feeling that had followed most of Alice's infidelities washed over me, a strange mixture of sadness that once again I had been cuckolded, satisfaction at the pleasure it had brought the woman I adored, relief that it was over at least for a while and, as the vivid memories flooded in, a rush of jealous pain combined with extraordinary arousal as witnessed by the large erection tenting my trousers.

For a moment I wondered whether Gary was in his kitchen too, feeling all the same feelings; learning what it felt like to be a cuckold and know it. Given all that had happened even before he had left, he couldn't possibly have slept much either.

'Creak-creak, creak-creak!'

The sound was slow and smooth but still recognisably one of lovemaking. I listened hard trying to work out which room it was coming from and which of the three women was being fucked one last time: Alice and Steve? Julie and Mitch? Carmen and Steve? Alice and Mitch? The only combination I knew it couldn't be was Carmen and Mitch. Even when she wasn't pregnant, Carmen would never let another man's cock enter her womanly body.

I strained my ears but it was too quiet to tell and after a few minutes, the creaking ceased. Frustrated, I sat at the kitchen table, drank my tea and read the previous day's newspaper for a few minutes, until a dark shape loomed in the doorway.

"Good... Good morning..." Mitch stammered as he shuffled into the room. 

He was fully dressed with a kit bag in his hand but looked exhausted, his hair tousled and his clothes dishevelled. Moreover, he was looking at me with a worried, almost fearful expression on his face; the kind of expression you might well bear when meeting in person a man whose wife you had fucked and inseminated only hours before.

"Good morning," I replied, "did you sleep well?"

"Yes... Um... OK, thanks... um... sorry I..."

"Don't worry," I interrupted, but only after letting him stammer and mumble for a good minute, "I'm not going to attack you. Not as long as you take good care of my wife, ok?" 

"Ok. Thanks," he nodded sheepishly, looking more like the young man he really was than the stud he had been last night.

"If you can keep a secret, so can I," I added meaningfully. Mitch blushed and wriggled awkwardly. I assumed he was thinking of his lovely girlfriend; one who would unquestionably dump him if she learned of his sexual escapades with Alice and Julie.

I glowed slightly inside. After all I had watched him do to my wife it seemed a childish, meaningless thing to do but I felt the need to show him I wasn't a pushover in all things; I had become a cuckold for my wife's sake, not for his!

"Um... I'm sorry but... but I've got training today and... um... Carmen said she'd take me to the station..." he looked at his watch almost in panic, "but she's not up and..."

"You need to catch a train? When?" He told me.

"Jesus, Mitch! I'd better run you down now! Can you see my shoes?"

Less than a minute later we were in our MPV driving too quickly down the road towards the station, my feet jammed uncomfortably into a pair of Steve's trainers.

There was an awkward silence in the car along with a powerful smell of sex that could only have come from Mitch. His body language told me clearly how tense and uptight he was, as if still afraid of me despite my assurances.

"Mitch," I eventually broke the silence, "you don't need to worry. You haven't done anything Alice and I didn't want you to do."

The look of relief on his face was extraordinary.

"You don't have to be afraid," I continued, "you just have to be discreet, ok? I'm sure you understand that. You wouldn't want your lovely girlfriend to find out what happened here or in Spain, would you?"

"Christ no! Please don't ever tell her..."

"Then you'll understand that you must be completely discreet about the rest of us. There are kids involved too. I know it's not what married couples normally get up to but it's what we enjoy."

"I understand."

My voice was unusually stern for me but I finished with a smile.

"I hope so. I think you enjoy being part of it too. If you keep it to yourself; if it all remains secret, you never know when the opportunity might arise again, do you?"

This time the broad smile on his face told me all I needed to know. As I swung the car into the station forecourt I realised that the boy was going to be ok and so were we. Mitch stepped out of the car, grabbed his kit bag from the back seat then leaned in towards me again.

"Thanks for the lift," he said, for a moment awkward again, "and for... you know!"

I shook his hand, the hand that only hours ago had been on my wife's body.

"You should probably have a shower before getting close to anyone... important," I told him quietly.

He looked thunderstruck as he mumbled.

"Yeah... um... yeah of course... thanks a lot..."

"Good luck in your training," I said, looking him straight in the eye, "and thank you for... for all you've done for us!"

He beamed at me, his smile making him look five years younger, then closed the door, waved and ran into the station.

When I returned to Carmen and Steve's house, Julie and Gary's car was in the driveway again. I parked alongside but as I approached the front door, key in hand I noticed Gary sitting in the front seat. He looked pale and his eyes were big and red as if he'd been awake all night.




Journey into Cuckoldry - Dirty Dozen



I smiled and waved to him and received a pained smile in return then he stepped out of the car and fell in step alongside me as we entered the house. I felt him tense up as he crossed the threshold and when we entered the empty kitchen and I began to make strong coffee I knew his first question wouldn't be far away.

"I'm not sure I can stand it!" he said quietly but directly, wrong-footing me for a moment.

"Now you're a cuckold?" I replied, trying to be direct myself and keep emotion out of my voice.

"Yes! No! I don't know," his voice sounded strained, "I suppose that IS what I am now but..."

His voice faded and I thought for a moment.

"It's not easy, that's true but... you love your wife, don't you?" I eventually asked.

"Of course! I'm crazy about her! I adore her!"

"That's good and it shows. I love Alice too. And you want to make her happy?"

"More than anything else in the world."

"And that shows too! Think of it this way; you're a good husband, you care for your wife, take care of all her needs, support her in her career, with your new family, you do all you can for her. You find you can make her happy in every respect but one. You can't make her truly happy in bed, can you?"

He looked at the floor.

"We are... were... quite a naïve couple. Neither of us had slept with anyone else before... before..."

"Before Carmen happened?" I finished his sentence. Gary nodded and I chuckled. "She's a force of nature, isn't she? I suppose the two of us should think of our lives as clearly divided between BC and AC."

"Before Carmen and After Carmen?" he grinned sheepishly and I nodded, for a moment wondering where all this wisdom I was professing had come from.

"Now, thanks to her, both of us have learned how great sex can be for our wives in the right circumstances and with the right lover. It just turns out that the right lover isn't either of us."

He laughed mirthlessly, "That's one way of looking at it I suppose."

"Then accept it, Gary. I'd guess that you get incredibly aroused watching her being seduced and then fucked. Then you feel dirty and guilty afterwards; partly for letting it happen at all - even though you know it's what she really wants - partly for enjoying seeing someone else's cock where only yours should be, but mostly because for men like us, watching our wives have incredible multiple orgasms is the most erotic thing on earth!"

He was nodding so I continued:

"And of course there's the whole Alpha Male issue. Being a cuckold means accepting you're not the Alpha Male in your wife's bed any more. In one way that's a disgrace, a cause of shame, in another it's truly liberating. In both cases it's arousing as hell and you feel guilty about that too."

"You do understand," Gary smiled again wanly.

"I've been a cuckold for longer than you, that's all," I reassured him though hearing my voice say these things out loud was a strange experience. I was amazed at my own words and realised that I was probably expressing my own deep feelings for the first time.

"It's true what you say," Gary replied, a look of real relief on his face, "and on top of that I'm worried she'll leave me for a better lover. Now I've seen what a real orgasm looks like I can't see why she would stay with a man who can't give her one. She's already changed so much I'm worried I won't be able to keep her!"

"But you ARE giving her orgasms Gary," I insisted, "it's just not your cock or your mouth that's providing them. You love her enough and care for her enough to let her have what she needs even if it means being submissive sometimes and letting another man fuck her. In a way it's the ultimate in love and adoration." 

"Don't you worry you'll lose Alice? I could hear how much she was enjoying it last night. Aren't you worried she'll want it all the time and leave you?"

"Yes! Of course I worry! There IS always that risk, I suppose, but there's a risk in any relationship. What if she got so frustrated with my performance in bed that she found a lover on her own? That's a much greater risk to a marriage than what we do and what you've started to do. You're making sure she can have what she needs in a safe and caring environment; she'll love you even more for it.

"Besides, pretty much every other aspect of our marriage is really strong, and now Alice is getting such amazing sex too it's become even stronger in many ways." I thought for a moment. "But you do have to keep on your toes; try and spot the signs that she's getting frustrated early and make arrangements yourself before she gets unhappy."

Gary sighed and sat down at the table. There was a sound from upstairs like the movement of feet and we both raised our eyes to the ceiling.

"How long did it go on for after I left," he asked quietly as if not wanting to know the answer.

"Most of the night," I replied honestly, "I heard them through the wall."

"Julie and Steve?"

"Only Mitch after you left; they spent the whole night together," I saw him wince at the news. "Carmen took Steve away after he'd finished with Alice. She gets a bit... territorial afterwards," I shrugged. "I didn't get much sleep."

Gary pulled a face. "Neither did I; none at all. I've just dropped the baby off with my parents for a few hours to come and collect Julie. She'll want to get home and clean herself up before she sees anyone."

"Is there any coffee left?"

A voice came from behind me and I span round to see my lovely wife standing in the doorway dressed in nothing but Steve's blue bath robe. Although she had removed the remains of her make-up and tried to tidy her hair, there was no mistaking what that familiar, tired look on her face meant; she had been thoroughly and comprehensively fucked once again and was feeling the after-effects big-time.

Springing to my feet, I poured a large mug of the strong black liquid and handed it to her, kissing her briefly on her lips which were a little swollen and puffy. I could only imagine what the rest of her felt like and looked like.

"How are you feeling?" I asked. Alice looked meaningfully at Gary as if embarrassed to speak in front of him then sighed as if remembering she had little left to hide.

"I'm shattered," she confessed then whispered so only I could hear, "and really, really sore... down there!"

"Is there anything I can do to help? Anything I can get?"

"Can we stop at the pharmacy on the way home?"

"Of course."

"Thanks. And thanks for... for last night. Thanks for... for everything. You're a very special man, you know? I love you so much!"

She kissed me on the lips again. She tasted salty and there was a powerful aroma of stale sex on her body.

"I need a bath. See you later Gary!"

She kissed me once again, squeezing my fingers in her free hand then glided silently from the room. I heard soft footsteps on the stairs followed a few moments later by the sound of running water. Slightly dazed, I turned to where Gary was standing, stunned.

"Jesus! Now I think I understand," he said, astounded.

***

A short time later, Carmen entered the kitchen fully dressed in jeans and a tight dark blue top which if anything exaggerated her womanly curves compared with my wife's skinny, almost androgynous figure. She looked tired but was bright, happy and full of mischief.

"How are my two favourite cuckolds this morning?" she asked, helping herself to orange juice from the fridge.

Gary and I exchanged glances before he smiled resignedly and replied.

"We're good thanks but it seems I've got a lot to learn and get used to if we're going to do more of... of this kind of thing."

Carmen grinned wickedly. "From what I saw last night, your sweet Julie isn't going to make do with just any old cock in future. You'll be doing a lot more of 'this kind of thing'. Still, you've got a good teacher there," she squeezed my upper arm, "I've never known a couple take to the lifestyle like these two - though you and Julie come a close second!"

I noticed Gary blush and lower his eyes but Carmen hadn't finished.

"But you'll find out yourself soon. I heard movement in her room as I came past," she continued, "I'd better warn you though; Mitch is quite an athlete as well as having a huge cock. She's probably worn out, poor thing."

"Oh... well... I'd better... I'd better go up and see if she's all right," he bumbled, pushing past Carmen and me and almost running upstairs.

For a few moments there was silence in the kitchen; the sort of silence that occurs between two friends who are relaxed together and have a shared history; a silence broken only by the sounds of Carmen making tea.

"Was it what you wanted?" I eventually asked as she poured two cups and turned towards me.

The smile on her face told me all I needed to know.

"Nearly perfect! I told you we'd remind her why she became a slut in the first place. I don't think your lovely wife will fall in love with Mitch now, do you? The only disappointment was Gary missing the finale when he had to leave, apart from that..."

"Did you arrange with Steve for Alice to..."

"Be buggered for the first time?"

I nodded though the word was horrible. Carmen laughed.

"No, that just came to him at the time. I think you credit me with more power than I really have. I can set the scene, get the players into position but once the action starts, it's in the hands of the Gods."

"More like the hands of the She-Devils!" I said. Carmen laughed out loud half choking on a mouthful of tea.

"The Gods made a good call as far as sweet goody-two-shoes Alice was concerned. She really got into it in the end, didn't she? Is she sore this morning?" she eventually asked.

"Very sore, she says," I smiled, remembering the astonished look on my wife's as Steve's cock entered her rectum for the first time.

"Well you can tell her from me that the more she does it, the easier it gets - and the better it gets too!"

So I had just learned something new about Carmen and her little secrets, hadn't I?

"If you don't mind, I think I'll wait a while before trying again though," came a familiar voice from behind me.

Once again, Alice had entered the room without me noticing. Both Carmen and I span round to see her standing in the doorway. Freshly showered but without make-up and in the white dress she had worn last night, my lovely wife still looked gorgeous. True, her hair was more tousled, the dress very much more rumpled than she would have preferred and her slim legs were now bare but she was still recognisably the drop-dead gorgeous woman who wore my ring and had arrived with me little more than a dozen hours ago.

She crossed to my side and I felt her take my hand, squeezing my fingers between hers.

"We'd better go and relieve the babysitter, don't you think?"

I looked quickly at my watch.

"Goodness, you're right. An overnight like this will cost us a fortune!" I joked.

We kissed and hugged Carmen our goodbyes before going outside to the car, still hand in hand. As Alice bent to peck her friend on the cheek, I saw Carmen whisper something in her ear and for a moment felt jealous. Then the absurdity of it hit me; if watching my own wife being fucked by Steve didn't make me jealous, why should Carmen and Alice sharing a secret have that effect?

We drove for a while in companionable silence before Alice first spoke.

"Did you know it would happen?"

"I knew no more than you," I replied truthfully.

"Did it upset you when he..."

"Fucked you in the ass?" I finished her sentence. Alice winced.

"It sounds so nasty when you say it that way."

"Sorry. It didn't look like you thought it was nasty though. At least not all the time. Was it good for you?"

"It hurt like hell to start with," she said pensively, "I couldn't believe how big it felt inside me but then I seemed to loosen up and... wow!"

"I know, it looked like you were feeling wow!" I grinned, "but you're paying a price this morning?"

"I can handle it," she grinned back, "in a way it feels like I've... reached a new stage... grown up or something." 

"Like lost your cherry all over again?" I suggested.

"I suppose so," she grinned and blushed. I grinned back at her, still amazed that this lovely, sexy woman really was my wife.

"Would you want to do it again?" I asked, hoping for the right answer. It came instantly.

"It depends," she replied her eyes on me, "partly on how you feel about it. I mean I wouldn't want to do anything that you couldn't live with. I need to know you would still love and respect me... afterwards."

I turned to her in astonishment. "Alice! There's nothing you could ever do that would stop me loving you, and as for respect? Well if anything this lifestyle has made me admire and respect you more than ever. I adore you, my little Hotwife. I want you to have all you need - and I mean ALL - even if it means I have to watch you being fucked by other men."

I'm not normally one to make speeches but as I spoke them I knew my words were nothing but the truth and for a moment my lovely wife was stunned into silence.

"Even... like that?" she eventually asked.

"Even... 'like that'!" I mimicked her voice quite accurately and she laughed as I added, "was it as good as it looked? You looked like you were far, far away."

"It was... amazing," she confessed, "I've never felt anything like that before. It was much more intense; huge pleasure and real pain all mixed together; so much more powerful than any orgasm I can remember, it really caught me by surprise..."

Her eyes had gone dreamy and her hand had unconsciously moved to her breast as she continued:

"But I couldn't do it again for a while and certainly not with anyone bigger than Steve. God knows how I'd be feeling now if it had been Mitch's monster in my ass."

These unusually crude words coming from so sweet and lovely a woman made me shiver with a strange mixture of arousal, excitement and revulsion.

There was another pause.

"How did Julie get on?" she asked, breaking the tension.

"She's another natural according to Carmen and from what I saw she's right."

"You did more than watch her though," she said in mock-chastisement then added, "was her... body... very different from mine? Down there?"

"Very different," I replied honestly, "in look, smell and taste. And you both look, smell and taste quite different from Carmen too. It's amazing really."

Alice seemed to contemplate this for a moment before continuing.

"Did you make her cum?" I paused then decided honestly was the best policy.

"Yes I did!"

"Hard?"

"I think so. It looked like it."

"I thought you would," Alice said almost triumphantly, leaning back in her seat and patting my thigh as if she was patting a beloved dog that had just performed a trick for her friends. In a strange way I understood; she was proud of me and I glowed with pleasure!

"How did Gary handle it?" she asked.

"He's not sure yet. He's still in the guilt-wracked denial phase but I think he'll get used to the idea."

My lovely wife squeezed my thigh as I drove.

"Well he'd better get used to it; from what I saw and heard, Julie's not going to be happy with that little cock of his any longer. Anyway, you got used to it and look how happy we are now!" 

There was another, longer pause before she continued, "I meant what I said, you know. You're a very special person. I know I'm lucky to have you."

We were indeed happy. I positively glowed with pleasure at this praise from the woman I adored. Then she put the icing on the cake with five wonderful words.

"I do love you, Cucky-Boy!"



Journey into Cuckoldry - Double Six



I woke early the next morning as usual, leaving Alice fast asleep in our double bed. The sun was shining, the morning was still not too hot and I felt hungry so I showered, dressed and walked the mile or so into the nearest village and bought bread, milk and croissants for our breakfast. 

As I returned to the apartment with my purchases in a paper bag, my mind was full of plans for the coming evening. In less than twelve hours Steve would be here with a full day and, more importantly, two full nights to spend with my lovely wife.

Alice had been very disappointed when Steve hadn't been here to greet her though she had tried to hide the fact; we had both been really looking forward to the prospect of Steve taking my place in her bed and body for maybe a full four days. To find out he was stuck in business meetings and would be arriving two full days late had disappointed her still further - though she still wouldn't let me touch her sexually in case it 'spoiled her' for her lover when he did arrive. 

I tried to be positive, pointing out that we still had the remaining two days and nights for the two of them to be together and she had rewarded my attention with one of the best hand jobs I had ever enjoyed.

We had made the most of the previous two days and nights, with plenty of exercise, good food and sunbathing - including Alice's first topless sunbathing, which she had taken to remarkably easily despite the presence of several young male spectators.

One in particular, Mitch, the athletic, muscular, twenty-year-old Junior Olympic swimming son of our soon-to-be-divorced neighbours, had been especially persistent, using the unique vantage point of their upstairs balcony from which to watch my wife and Carmen sunbathing bare breasted.

I suspected there would be a lot more topless sunbathing today as the beach we planned to visit was close to the local nudist beach. I also suspected there would be more voyeurism from our friend next door and smiled as I realised how good it made me feel to have a wife that men wanted to watch so badly and probably also wished they could fuck!

I was still in this sexual daze as I entered the security code and opened the high gate to the development. The pathway to the apartment passed the long swimming pool and as I came close, I became aware of two shapes low in the water, both moving quickly.

A few steps nearer and I realised that the smaller of the two shapes had long blonde hair, darkened by dampness and in fact was my wife Alice making an early start to her daily hundred lengths of the pool. She waved to me briefly, hardly breaking her stroke as I showed her the bag of breakfast goodies. 

The second shape was moving much, much faster and as I approached closer I saw it was Mitch, obviously doing a little training himself. I stopped dead in my tracks. The boy was a machine; low and sleek in the water, he moved at least twice as fast as my wife, apparently effortlessly, his rippling muscles parting the water as if he had been born into it, turning silently and with barely a ripple at each end of the pool. 

I was amazed. I knew he had been a Junior Olympian swimmer but hadn't appreciated just how fast or how strong that would make him. Wow!

I was about to take the pathway to the pool to greet Alice properly when a voice sounded from the apartment's large glass doors. I looked round to see Carmen standing there in her bikini with a towel wrapped around her waist, waving me over anxiously with something in her hand.

Frowning, I abandoned the two swimmers to their exercise and went over to her, wondering what the matter could be. As I reached the doorway she went back inside but as she turned I could see the mobile phone in her hand.

"Hi Carmen," I said cheerfully, the morning's short walk having put me in a great mood, "what's up?"

"Morning Mister Cuckold," she replied but without her usual 'knowing' attitude, "you're going to need to be at your most diplomatic today with your little Hotwife."

"What do you mean?" I asked, putting the bag down on the kitchen worktop, she's having a great time swimming and..."

"That was Steve on the phone," she broke in, "he's still stuck on the project and won't get here until tomorrow at the earliest."

"Oh no!" I said, understanding immediately. "That's terrible news! Alice will be desperately disappointed." 

That was an understatement. The original four days and nights of fucking by Steve that we had been looking forward to so much, now looked like being one day and one night at the most. "She'll be heartbroken."

"I know," Carmen said sincerely, "and Steve's really upset too. You know how special he thinks Alice is. I've never seen him as excited with a fuck buddy before. If I didn't know you two so well I'd almost be jealous!"

"We'd better tell her soon and get it over with." I said, looking out of the window at the pool where things had changed somewhat. Instead of the multiple length swimming that had been taking place before, both Alice and Mitch were at the shallow end, talking animatedly. As I watched, Alice leaned forward in the water and Mitch put his arms underneath her belly to support her and she began to move her arms and legs.

"He's giving her a swimming lesson," I observed. Carmen joined me at the window.

"So he is," she grinned, "I bet she's enjoying having those young, strong arms around her body like that. I wouldn't mind a lesson or two myself!" She laughed. "Let her have a bit of fun. We'll tell her after breakfast."

Carmen and laid breakfast on the table on the terrace, by which time, Alice and Mitch were sitting on the pool's edge, still talking animatedly, their faces beaming as Carmen and I crossed the grass to meet them.

"Hi Mitch," Carmen said as we came close, "I see you've met Alice."

"Hi Carmen," he replied, rising to greet us, "We've been training."

I stifled a gasp. From a distance I could tell the boy was an athlete, but close up his body was simply amazing. An inch or two taller than me, from his powerful swimmers' shoulders and arms, down past a tight six-pack of a tummy to long, muscular legs, I couldn't remember ever having seen such an extraordinary physique. Mitch was clearly aware of his attractions though and appeared to stand in just the right position to show himself off to best effect.

He turned to me and offered his hand.

"Hi, I'm Mitch."

"Um... Hi Mitch," I mumbled, "I'm Alice's..."

"Friend!" Carmen cut me short, introducing me by name and totally ignoring the fact that Alice and I were married -- through our matching wedding rings might have given him a clue. I wondered what she was up to but said nothing; experience had taught me that it was best to go along with Carmen's schemes -- at least as far as Alice and I were concerned.

"Would you like to join us for breakfast?" she asked.

"Thanks," he replied, "but I've got to go to the lawyers with Mum and... him...now," he was clearly referring to his mother's new and unwelcome boyfriend, "I'll be back around lunchtime for more training though," he added, looked at Alice enquiringly.

"I'll look forward to it!" she agreed eagerly.

"Great! See you later!" he called as he crossed the grass to the villa, "See you all later!"

Over breakfast, Alice was bright and bouncy and told us all about her new acquaintance. It appeared that Mitch was studying Sports Science at University while he trained for the coming European Championships in Rome. He wasn't really academic but worked hard and trained hard and was happy to give her tips on how to improve her style and maybe go for a run with her and...

Carmen and I exchanged glances as she chatted away happily about Mitch then moved on to how much she was looking forward to seeing Steve alter and how hard the poor man had to work. She didn't mention sex directly but there was a bright sparkle in her eyes that both Carmen and I had come to recognise. 

She was desperate to be fucked! How on earth could we break the news about Steve's delay by yet another day?

In the end the question was taken out of our hands. Alice asked straight out when we were going to pick him up from the airport that morning and Carmen was forced to tell her the unwanted news that for the third night in a row, my wife would have to do without the thorough fucking that she and I had been so eagerly looking forward to and, frankly, had travelled all the way to Spain to obtain.

Alice went very quiet and I thought I saw tiny tears forming in the corner of her eyes. Her body trembled a little too but she said almost nothing while we ate then cleared the breakfast dishes.

***

We spent the rest of the morning visiting a local market and buying a few souvenirs. Alice was still subdued but had automatically dressed sexily for the outing in very short tight shorts, flip flops and a tight tube top that showed a good few inches of her flat tummy. It highlighted her slim, fit, almost boyish figure but also displayed the fact that, as a result of her work regime, she now barely had any breasts at all and was obviously both braless and pantyless -- something she would never have dreamed of being before Steve first seduced her in our MPV barely a year ago. 

This contrasted with Carmen whose large breasts were barely contained by the tight, short, dark blue sun dress she wore and whose curves it highlighted to great effect.

As we shopped, both girls attracted a lot of attention from locals and tourists alike, especially when they realised - as I eventually discovered - that the outlines of Alice's nipples were clearly discernible through her tight top. To my shame, the knowledge my wife's sexy body was so clearly on display to complete strangers as we walked through the market filled me with an illicit thrill.

Alice remained rather subdued all morning, but her mood improved after a light tapas lunch by the waterside before we returned to the apartment for another afternoon by the pool. Mitch had clearly been waiting for her to reappear because he was ploughing up and down the water with impressive speed as we arrived. Her mood improved further when she saw him and a few minutes later she had donned her smallest bikini and was swimming lengths alongside him. I sat on a chair nearby and read my book.

"She's taken it well but I can tell she's upset," Carmen said at my elbow. "I know how badly Steve wanted to fuck her too," she continued, "she's bound to be a bit out of sorts."

We watched the two swimmers who had stopped at the pool's end while Mitch showed Alice a particular aspect of a stroke by moving her arms for her. She was giggling and smiling.

"I think she's enjoying the attention right now. Let's not crowd her. She'll cheer up soon."

For the next hour or so, Carmen and I sunbathed on the secluded part of the terrace. Carmen was unashamedly topless and again and asked me to help apply sun cream to her tummy and breasts as before. If anything, I enjoyed the experience even more than the previous day and lingered over the task, though I did feel a little awkward massaging my wife's best friend's breasts without her being there. I was amused to see there was another dark damp patch on Carmen's bikini bottoms between her thighs when I had finished and wondered whether she was human after all.

Alice however seemed untroubled by this when she and Mitch joined us half an hour later. The boy seemed thunderstruck to find Carmen bare-breasted and for a moment couldn't drag his eyes away from her browning boobs. 

To my amazement, my wife immediately took off her bikini top too and asked me to rub her with sun cream again right in front of Mitch who, judging from his astonished expression, apparently couldn't believe his eyes. This I did, though I felt more than a little awkward about rubbing her breasts in public, but when all was finished the girls lay back topless on their sun beds. 

My job done, I went into the house for a round of drinks before rejoining the group and for another hour or more we all soaked up the sun - and a couple more drinks - before we heard Mitch's mother calling him from the balcony of their villa. I looked up to where the voice had come from and took in the woman who stood there calling. Mitch's mother was probably a little older than me but still in great shape. She did however look very dishevelled and from the deep frown of disapproval on her son's face, I guessed that she and her new boyfriend had been having wild afternoon sex; that this was a routine thing; and that he clearly disapproved of it. 

That would explain his constant presence in the pool, I reasoned. It couldn't be easy being a young man sharing a house with a sexed-up middle aged couple, especially if one of them was your own mother!

Carmen had clearly come to the same conclusion.

"We're having a barbecue tonight," she told him as he made his apologies and began to leave, "you're welcome to join us."

His face lit up almost in relief and a smile shone out. He glanced up at the balcony next door where his mother had been joined by her much younger boyfriend. His arms were around her waist and he was kissing the back of her neck.

"Really? That would be great!" he said, meaning it sincerely, "When should I come round?"

"Any time!" Alice immediately replied then, as if realising she had been a bit precipitous, "after nine." 

"See you later then!" he smiled ironically as he ambled back next door.

"See you... and thanks for the tips!" my wife called after him.

***

"Are you very disappointed?" I asked Alice a little later in our bedroom. She had just come out of the shower after our nightly telephone call with my parents and the kids and was about to get ready for the evening's barbecue.

"Of course," she replied, towelling her hair dry, a second towel was wrapped around her slim body. It occurred to me that I hadn't actually seen her naked for nearly three weeks but I assumed it was all part of her plan to 'keep keen and clean for Steve'. "I would have though you would be too after we've come all this way," she added.

Irritability was becoming an increasingly familiar sign of her sexual frustration, which after a sexless couple of weeks at home and the prospect of a third sexless night here must be reaching new heights.

"I know," I replied, not rising to the bait, "I've been looking forward to it and fantasising about it for weeks. The thought of seeing you with your legs spread again and Steve's cock inside you had been driving me crazy!"

"Please don't talk like that," she pleased, "it only makes it more difficult to do without him." 

"Sorry," I said guiltily, "perhaps if I used a condom you could at least let me try to help..."I began but she cut me off short.

"Don't!" she paused, breathing heavily, putting the towel on the bed and taking my hands in hers. 

She forced out a smile. "You're a wonderful husband. I love you madly and don't want to hurt you, but..." she seemed to be searching for the right words, "but when it comes to fucking me, well your cock just isn't big enough for me anymore and you're nowhere near good enough at using it for me. I'd rather wait another day and be fucked properly than have to put up with second rate sex now and risk ruining it when Steve does get here!"

The words were harsh but I had seen for myself the difference she felt between having sex with Steve and doing it with me. There really was no comparison and I knew it.

"I'm sorry CB but you know it's the truth," she added, shrugging, "I suppose Steve's spoilt me now."

The erection stirring in my shorts seemed a pathetic waste of time now. I tried a different tactic.

"What about your toys?" I asked. "They usually help."

"I didn't expect to need them," she replied, "so I didn't bring them." I looked at her surprised. These days she seldom travelled without at least a slim clitoral stimulator in her handbag. "Well we both expected me to be getting fucked senseless by Steve every day, didn't we?" she continued, "Why on earth would I want an electric cock when I thought I was going to be getting a lot of the real thing?"

She was actually shaking with sexual frustration. I couldn't bear to see her like this. I took her in my arms and kissed her on the forehead. She put her arms around my waist and nuzzled my chest.

"I've turned into a real Slut, haven't I?" she asked softly. "Who'd have thought I'd be in this state just because I can't get fucked for a few more days?"

"It's the expectation," I replied, "we built it up too much. Besides, I wouldn't have you any other way." 

"You are good to me." she murmured into my armpit.

"I love you, Alice," I told her truthfully, wishing there must be some way I could help her.

***

Later that evening I stood on the terrace at the barbecue, momentarily alone. It was still warm but the intense heat of the day had passed and it felt very pleasant indeed.

Steve's absence meant that, for the next few hours at least, the Alpha Male badge had been pinned on my unlikely chest. Given my Cuckold status within our foursome, it wasn't a position I had been expecting but as the main, possibly only duty was to cook the meat on the barbecue I rose to the challenge, donned an apron over my summer trousers and polo shirt and picked up the tongs.

Though I say it myself, I'm a great barbecue cook and was in the early stages of cooking the chicken when Mitch came across from his mother's villa and joined me on the terrace. Even I could tell see how very attractive the girls would find him in his close fitting trousers and short sleeved, open-necked white shirt.

He had brought a six pack of cold beers, one of which he opened and gave to me and for a short time we talked in a manly way about the cricket test match that was taking place. I could tell he was a nice polite boy, but could also tell had a lot more 'street wisdom' about him than Carmen had suggested.

Alice joined us a few minutes later and I'm sure I heard Mitch take a sharp intake of breath. I took a small one myself. My lovely wife had dressed simply and naturally in a short red cocktail dress and almost nothing else. Her long blonde straight hair was loose and had been brushed until it shone, cascading over her tanned shoulders like a golden curtain and she wore mid height red heels at the end of her long, bare legs. From the absence of visible lines, I guessed that, as usual, she was not wearing a bra and had chosen either thong panties or none at all.

Mitch came over all tongue-tied as she kissed him and then me on the cheek.

"I'm so pleased you made it," she said, beaming at him, "Carmen needs more olive oil so I'm going to the shop," she told Mitch and me, laughing. "I think she's just sending me out of the kitchen so I don't get in the way." She looked at me and grinned. "It looks like she's got you working hard too," she said then turned back to Mitch. "Care for a quick walk?"

Mitch, still apparently deprived of the power of speech, allowed Alice to take his arm and direct him down the paving path, past the pool and out of sight on their way to the development's small grocery store. As I watched them go I noticed Alice's arm slipping further through his and her body rubbing lightly against his side as they manoeuvred their way through the sun beds and out of sight.

"She's finding it hard, isn't she?" Carmen's voice made me turn sharply to see the She-Devil close by my side.

"Is it that obvious?" I asked.

Unusually for her, Carmen was dressed in a short white cotton dress with a red belt instead of her usual dark blue or black attire. Once again it hugged her womanly figure, highlighting her almost voluptuous curves and showing the real woman that she was. Her dark hair had been curled then pulled back into a pony tail revealing large gold hoop earrings underneath that matched her gold necklace and bracelet. Her finger and toenails were a full, rich red colour not unlike blood giving her the 'gypsy' look that was so attractive.




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"To a close friend, it is obvious," she replied, "though I doubt Mitch will realise she's nearly desperate to be fucked." She thought for a moment. "She wouldn't let you help..."

"No!" I interrupted, "she said the way she was feeling, I just wasn't up to the job."

"Well we'd better keep my news for the morning then," she said cryptically.

"What news?"

She sighed. "Steve just called to say he can't get away until Sunday after all. By the time his flight arrives you will have gone and he'll probably not get to fuck her here at all." 

"Carmen!" I almost shouted, "that's terrible. She'll be so upset!"

"I know! Steve's gutted about it too. Your little Alice is his favourite fuck buddy by far and he had some new and interesting ideas about what to do with her too!"

"We can't tell her tonight," I insisted, "she's so excited about him coming tomorrow. I couldn't bear to ruin her evening."

"So let's tell her over breakfast and have a great time tonight!"

When Alice and Mitch returned from the shop accompanied by much giggling, I wondered just how many glasses of sparkling Spanish Cava my wife had drunk while getting changed because she seemed to find the pathway through the sun beds difficult to negotiate again and had to hold Mitch's hand for almost the whole journey, their bodies colliding every time she slipped on the wet tiles.

The two of them sat at the table with freshly filled glasses and chatted while I cooked the meat and Carmen made preparations in the kitchen. 

Well that was the plan at least. What actually happened was that Carmen called me into the kitchen to help her so many times that I had to ask Mitch and Alice to watch the grill and by the time we sat down to eat, they had in effect cooked it all themselves with much giggling, teasing and licking of fingers.

So much for my brief position as Alpha Male!

When we went to the table, Carmen insisted that she and I sat some distance apart to serve the food which forced Alice and Mitch's chairs so close together that their arms and thighs were practically touching throughout the meal, resulting in yet more giggling but no complaints from either of them. 

At one point I thought I saw Mitch's hand briefly stroke my wife's thigh under the glass-topped table but then Carmen asked me to get more chicken from the barbecue and I couldn't be sure.

The food was good and an hour later we were all feeling replete but oddly not too tired sitting on the terrace in the night air. As the conversation quietened, from behind the nearby apartment block the sound of music began to make itself felt.

"How about a bit of dancing?" Carmen suggested, nodding in the direction of the sound.

"I don't know," I replied, "it's late and..."

"Come on CB," my wife smiled across the table at me, "it'll do us good. Take our minds off... things!"

Her use of my Cuckold nickname clearly puzzled Mitch but the combination of her last statement and the knowledge of the news we had to break the following morning left me no choice.

"Ok! Let's go!" I said as enthusiastically as I could manage.

We locked the apartment doors and the four of us walked the short distance to the development's plush restaurant and bar. As we rounded the corner, the sound of live music hit us in the face. A real live five-piece band was playing in the corner of the dining area and a large group of residents were dancing happily under the colourful, flashing lights on a dance floor surrounded by tables. Most had clearly been used for dinner guests but several were empty now and available for partygoers like us.

"Over here!" Carmen called, ushering us to a free table by the edge of the dance floor then abandoning Mitch and me to our seats while the two girls began to dance eagerly among the crowd straight away.

Once the waiter had arrived and taken our order, we joined the girls and for a long time danced together as a group, enjoying some tunes, enduring others, becoming hot, sweaty and tired before the music slowed and became more suited to couples.

For a while, Alice and I danced together while Carmen let Mitch take her by the hand. My lovely wife pressed close to me, her light, almost flower-like perfume as sweet in my nostrils as the feel of her fit, athletic figure was, so close to mine.

A short while later a slow, romantic tune filled the room and to my surprise, Carmen tapped me on the shoulder and reminded me I had promised to dance this one with her. This was news to me but I obediently swapped partners and as one slow tune was replaced with another slower, even more romantic one, Carmen was in my arms, swaying to the rhythm of the music, pressed close together, my head full of the rich aroma of her perfume and the softness of her full body against mine.

Close by, Mitch and Alice were dancing close together too, but although their bodies were pressed tightly against each other, there was a clumsy awkwardness about their movement.

"Put your hands on my bottom!" Carmen hissed in my ear as we swayed.

"What?" I asked, astonished.

"Fondle my ass!" she insisted, "now!"

"But what about...?"

"Just do it!" she growled.

Like a teenager at a school disco, I tentatively slid my hands down from the small of Carmen's back and onto her soft, full buttocks. It felt good and incredibly wicked -- apart from occasional incidents with Alice, I hadn't fondled a girl on the dance floor since I was at college. 

"That's better," she hissed in my ear, "now give me a good groping!"

Bemused but strangely excited, I began to knead Carmen's buttocks through her thin white dress, the softness of her flesh under my fingers incredibly erotic and producing a large, awkwardly-twisted erection on my shorts. 

For a while we swayed in circles as my fingers slipped slowly down her cheeks until I felt the tantalising touch of bare skin at its hem. I slid my fingers underneath her hem, feeling the soft, sexy flesh of her thigh against my hand as I raised the hem slightly.

"Hold it right there, Tiger!" she chuckled and my hands froze. "That's high enough. Now look over my shoulder."

I raised my eyes to see my wife and the tall, fit, good looking young Mitch tightly in each other's arms. Their awkwardness was now a thing of the past; her arms were around his waist, her hands between his shoulder blades and her head resting on his powerful chest. 

In return, Mitch's hands had fallen to my wife's slim, firm buttocks and he was clearly pressing her hips firmly against his midriff where I had to assume an erection at least as large and noticeable as mine would be developing.

"See?" Carmen asked softly, "he just needed a bit of encouragement!"

As I watched, his fingers travelled further down her dress until, like mine, they found its hem and he slowly began to stroke the top of her thigh just below, squeezing and fondling my wife's taut buttocks though the tight material, sliding his fingers lower and lower, then working them carefully under her dress where her bare, firm buttocks were waiting... 

My heart thumped in my chest as I watched his fingertips very tentatively sliding along the back of her thigh, raising the dress a tantalising inch, then another, his fingers finding the bare crease just below her buttocks... and then my wife gently placed her hand on his and drew his searching fingers back onto the small of her back, letting her dress fall back to cover her bottom completely once again. 

She gave him a playful frown that made my tummy turn to jelly.

"Did you enjoy that, Mister Cuckold?" Carmen hissed in my ear as my own hands stopped massaging her buttocks for a moment. "She enjoyed it too but she's still saving herself for Steve, isn't she?" I felt Carmen's body even more tightly held against mine, her hips gyrating against my bulging groin.

My wife might have been saving herself for her lover in bed, and was being proper on the dance floor, but I noticed it didn't stop her from surreptitiously rubbing herself against Mitch's body for the next few slow dances. After the first, I saw him press his knee slightly forward giving her just enough of a ridge to subtly press her groin against and to my surprise found Carmen doing something remarkably similar to my own left thigh, though always keeping an eye on Alice and her new dance partner. 

As a result, we were all rather disappointed half an hour later when the music ended, the bar closed and we walked reluctantly back to the apartment together. Carmen's arm was through mine, Alice and Mitch were holding hands until we reached the entrance to his mother's villa.

"I'd better go in now," he said in a low voice, still holding her hand in his, "Mum and... him ... will be wondering where I've got to."

I seriously doubted whether his mother and her lover would be upset about having another evening together without her son being there to interfere with their fun, but didn't say anything.

"Goodnight!" he said to us all in general, then turned to Alice. "Thanks for a really lovely evening. See you tomorrow for training?"

"Of course!" she replied then rose on her toes to kiss him goodnight. Her arms went around his neck as they had when they were dancing and his hands automatically returned to her buttocks. It looked like she was aiming for a quick his cheek but at the last moment she wobbled a little on her heels a little and ended up kissing him on the lips. 

For a split second I was sure I saw their mouths open and their tongues meet but then they quickly parted and Mitch reluctantly shuffled up the pathway to his villa. The rest of us went into the apartment where Alice and I kissed Carmen goodnight and went into our room.

***

"Did you enjoy the evening?" I asked as Alice came out of the en-suite bathroom in her sleep shorts and tight top.

"Of course," she smiled a little sadly, "he's a sweetheart, isn't he?" she added, meaning of course, Mitch.

"He's very smitten with you, HA," I said with a knowing smile, deliberately using her Hotwife nickname. "and he's a very good looking boy!"

"Don't be silly," she scolded, a frown on her face, "He's just a boy! I'm nearly old enough to be his mother!"

"I doubt he touches his mother that way," I teased, "or kisses her goodnight like that either."

She sighed deeply.

"I doubt his mother rubs herself against his leg that way, either." I added, smiling knowingly.

"Please don't make it worse for me," she said, her head lowered, "it's hard enough not having Steve here without you reminding me what I'm missing all the time." 

For the first time I could see her fingers actually trembling. The sexual frisson in the air earlier must have raised her already sky high sexual frustration to new astronomic levels.

"I'm sorry," I apologised sincerely, "is it very bad tonight?"

She nodded and I saw her eyes water a little. "It's silly I know, but I've been looking forward to it so much and for so long..." she shook a little more, becoming agitated, "I just need him to be here, fucking me, now -- not tomorrow, now!"

I couldn't bear to hear this, especially knowing the news she would get in the morning but couldn't bear to break it to her now. Instead I crossed to her and held her close to my chest.

"I sound desperate, don't I?" she asked laughing humourlessly, "I'm a real Slut for him now, he's really got under my skin as well as inside my cunt."

For Alice to use the 'C' word about herself was so unusual, I really began to understand how desperate she must be feeling.

And then it came to me. There was a way I could help without spoiling her cleanliness!

Planting another kiss on her forehead, I began to lower myself in front of her, leaving a trail of kisses as I descended to my knees - on her cheeks, her nose, her lips, her slender neck, her shoulders, her arms, her breasts through her pyjama top, her bare belly button and her hips before finally planting a kiss on her covered pubic mound.

Alice had clearly understood my idea. Her fingers stroked my arms as I knelt then began to tangle in my hair and as I planted a second kiss on her mound, she pressed my head hard into her pyjama shorts.

"Mmmm," she moaned, "that's nice but I really shouldn't...." 

I breathed my hot breath through the tight material of her shorts onto the skin beneath, a faint aroma of bath oil mixed with and my wife's very early arousal filling my nostrils. I rose to my feet and took her hands in mine. She leaned back and lowered herself backwards to the bed, legs apart.

"No sex though..." she cautioned me, smiling.

"No sex," I agreed, "we'll just get you a little more ready for him shall we?"

I leaned over her long slim legs and slipped a finger under the elastic of her pyjama shorts on each side of her hips.

"Lift up!" I said, echoing once again the way Steve had commanded her to bare her vulva that first amazing night in our MPV. She complied and the tiny garment slipped easily down her slim thighs, over her knees and was discarded.

Her vulva now naked, Alice at first clamped her knees together as if ashamed, which surprised me after so many years of marriage and her recent descent into the Hotwife lifestyle. I placed my palms on her knees, pressed them upwards so that they reached her chest and her vulva was exposed from below, then forced her thighs apart. 

I froze.

"Alice you're... shaved! Wow!" I exclaimed, staring at the totally unfamiliar, completely hairless groin beneath my face.

"Waxed," she corrected me as if slightly defensive, "I... I wanted this holiday to be perfect. I wanted to do something special for him, to please him."

To please him, not me! It hurt but the pain felt strangely good and my erection grew in my shorts as I saw the smooth lines of her freshly bared outer lips and the softness of the creases at the top of her thighs.

"When did you...?"

"Wednesday morning after the gym."

"Wow! It looks... amazing!"

"Steve loves bare cunts, Carmen told me, so I had it done to make this weekend special."

Wow! She actually used the 'C' word again! Poor Alice; her sexual frustration must be almost unbearable. At least now her refusal to let me anywhere near her groin for the last few days made even more sense.

"Is it sore?" I asked.

"No but it's really sensitive."

"Well let's see..." I said, dropping to my knees between her open thighs, more excited than I could remember. I lowered my face to her groin.

"CB? What are you doing down there?"

"Shhh. I just want to help," I purred, extending my tongue in the way I knew she enjoyed.

"But I've got to stay clean, CB. I've got to... Oooooh that's nice!"

And with that I began to tongue her newly hairless vulva, amazed at its soft smoothness, the knowledge that she had made this change herself to please her lover Steve merely adding to my own massive arousal.

Beginning with long, slow strokes the length of her slit which elicited gasps from above, I moved on to her thicker outer lips, feeling their new, unfamiliar smoothness under the flat of my tongue. A few bold strokes from her anus right to her clitoris brought more bodily tension and moaning. I dipped my tongue deep between her thighs, seeking all the places her pubic hair used to be and to my delight, found none -- all I could feel was her new smoothness against my chin and cheeks. I lapped eagerly at the small stream of lubrication that had begun to flow.

"Mmmmm!" she moaned softly, "that's... Oh, so good but... but..."

I lowered my head to press my mouth more firmly against her, feeling her outer lips swelling and her slit opening, yielding its hot, wet contents to my searching tongue. I traced a line around her inner lips, up one side and down the other, the metallic taste in my mouth a clear indication of her rapidly increasing arousal.

"What do you want, Alice?" I hissed over my tonguing.

"Oh God! I want to be fucked... but..."

"Who do you want to fuck you?" I interrupted, delving deep into her vagina with the tip of my tongue.

"Mmmm Steve... I need Steve..."

"What do you need from him, Alice?"

"Please... Oh God! I need his cock..."

"Say it again..." I mumbled into her dark slit, my face now plastered with her juices.

"I need... his cock... his massive cock..."

"Where do you need it?" I immediately continued.

"In... In my... my cunt...in my cunt..."

Once again her use of the 'C' word sent a thrill through me. This was going to work! She was getting more and more aroused.

"That's right," I pressed on, tonguing the smooth insides of her inner lips as I spoke, "why... do you need it... my little Hotwife?" 

My fingers were now stretching her vulva wide open, her clit fully accessible to my tongue, her vagina fully exposed, her legs splayed over my shoulders and her feet on my back.

"I want him... to fuck me... make me cum... I want to cum...but...but I musn't..."

"But nothing Alice... you need it! ... And you know... why you need it, don't you? ... You know what you are?" I hissed as my tongue played hardball with her swollen nub of a clit.

"Yes... Oh Yes"

"What are you, Alice?" 

"Oh God!... I'm a... I'm a Slut..."

"Say it again, Alice."

"I'm a Slut... a whore..."

"And what do Sluts need, Alice?"

"Oh God! I need to be fucked. Oh God I need Steve! Steve! Oh God Steve! Oh God, fuck me Steve!" 

Though her slender thighs pressed against my head muffled my ears, Alice's cries must have been clearly audible in Carmen's room through the thin while wall but she didn't even try to stifle them -- or pretend she wanted anyone but Steve inside her body.

The tip of my tongue was working overtime, at one moment smothering her hard nub with wetness, then moving in rapid circles around its tiny shaft, then in strong upwards strokes along its underside.

"Oh Jesus Christ! Oh No!"

Her vagina was weeping freely now, the pungent fluids running into my mouth and down my chin as I tongued and tongued her towards orgasm, my head full of her amazing aroma and vivid images of the scene she was picturing in her own mind as she came closer and closer to the release she so badly needed. 

Her body twisted and turned on the bed as I licked and sucked eagerly, her legs gripping and releasing my head painfully but I didn't care as long as my lovely wife was getting what her mind and body needed at that moment -- or as close as I could get to it without Steve actually being there.

And she WAS getting there. I could feel the tension building in her body; her juices were thickening, their taste and smell changing quickly, becoming stronger and more pungent as a first climax rose rapidly in her slender body. 

She was about to cum -- hard - at my hands!

"NOOOOOOOO!!!" she suddenly screamed. "NO! STOPPPP!"

Alice's body froze above me then shook, but this wasn't the cry of ecstasy I had wanted to hear. She really did want me to stop before the orgasm that was rushing in upon her actually struck and overwhelmed her.

"Please! Noooo!"

She pushed my face away from her smooth, sticky vulva just far enough to let me speak.

"Mwhatth mwrong?" I mumbled into her labia.

"Please... Please stop... I can't... I mustn't... Please...!" Her hands were firmly on my face now, holding my mouth away from her vulva.

"What's the matter." I asked anxiously, pulling back properly this time, "did I hurt you? I thought you liked..."

"I do, I do," she half cried, "I just can't... I mustn't... Not now!"

"But I thought you needed some relief... from the frustration." I asked, genuinely nonplussed.

"I did! I do!" she moaned, her face a picture of anguish. "But I can't let myself cum with you now. Not when he's coming tomorrow... It feels... wrong... like... like I'm cheating on him!"

I sat back on my heels, amazed. Had my own wife really just told me that she couldn't cum with me, her husband because it felt like cheating on her fuck buddy?




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She surely was a lost cause as far as sex was concerned -- and so was I!

"Cheating on Steve?" I asked as softly as I could manage. She nodded.

"I know it sounds wrong but... but I can't help how I feel. Please try and understand, CB."

"Wasn't I helping?" I asked as her breathing slowly began to return to normal and her body stopped trembling.

"You WERE helping!" she said in a choked voice. "That's the problem. You're not the real thing anymore. I need to save myself for him, you know this! I can't give in now and spoil myself for him when he'll be here in a few hours."

She was shaking bodily from frustrated and the denied orgasm. Keeping the truth from her was almost unbearably difficult but if I had told her in that condition God knows what would have happened.

"I'm sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing for you." I said, disappointed.

"You were Cucky Boy and I love you for it," she said, "it's just... I don't know... it's like I'm not in charge of my body any more -- or my mind when it comes to being fucked. It's like my body's in control of me and... it sounds stupid, I know... but I only want him!"

"But you're trembling," I protested, "I've never seen you so turned on or so frustrated before. Surely..."

"I'll just have to live with it. I've waited so long already, I must be able to hold on another day."

"Not even a small orgasm?" I suggested, accepting defeat.

She smiled.

"Thanks CB. I'm so pleased you understand," she said, calming down and kissing me on the cheek, "I know you were trying to do the best for me but..." she paused running out of words, then continuing. "Just think how much better it will be for both of us tomorrow when he arrives and fucks me properly!"

She chuckled.

"The way I feel right now he probably won't even have to touch me to make me cum!"

***

Half an hour later I lay in the darkness next to my sleeping wife. I had washed my hands and face but the smell and taste of her juices still pervaded my mouth and nose and I revelled in it for the moment, my hand sliding gently up and down the erection that just wouldn't budge.

It had been a strange day. I was deeply disappointed too about the prospect, after so much anticipation and build-up, of not seeing my wife having orgasm after orgasm at Steve's hands. It only now dawned on me just how much I had been looking forward to it and how very big a let down his absence was.

True, I had enjoyed a flash of Cuckold joy when Mitch had fondled my wife's bottom on the dance floor and when they had kissed goodnight using tongues, but this only made me desire seeing her being thoroughly fucked all the more. 

But what was really preventing me sleeping was the dread I felt knowing the bad news Carmen and I had to break to her in the morning. I had never seen my wife so aroused; so desperate to be fucked yet so very determined to remain faithful to her lover rather than me, her husband.

I wondered how on earth she would react to the news that he wasn't going to be there for her at all!

Suddenly I realised the magnitude of what I was saying. I had brought my sweet, loving wife two thousand miles specifically to watch her being unfaithful and now was disappointed that it wouldn't happen and heartbroken that I would have to tell her that her lover wasn't coming.

I truly was the natural Cuckold that Carmen had always known.

Chapter 7 -- Seventh Heaven -- will be published very soon 



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The morning after Alice's first 'official' Hotwife date dawned bright, sunny and cheerful, with bright sunlight streaming into the room and waking me - early as usual. For a while I lay awake on my back listening to the birds singing and my wife Alice's slow, deep breathing as she slept 'the sleep of the angels' as my Grandmother used to say, alongside me.

I smiled ironically when I thought just how far from angelic she had been the previous night when my beautiful and increasingly sexy wife had cuckolded me for a third time in our own lounge, in our own house right in front of me with her lover.

And I had helped and encouraged her to do so as his wife Carmen and I had watched and, for the first time, had actually taken a small part in Alice's willing and total submission.

I stared upwards at the plain white ceiling, my mind filled once again with vivid images of my wife's Total Conquest by Steve. How he had expertly seduced her, first weakening her resistance over dinner before efficiently stripping her on the sofa while Carmen and I chatted in the kitchen to give him privacy to bring his extraordinary persuasive powers to bear.

As I ran over the events of the previous evening in my mind, I became aware of a stirring between my thighs and felt a growing erection lying on my belly. My right hand automatically rose to meet it and began to stroke as I recalled how at one point I myself had removed my own wife's underwear, preparing her unresisting and probably unprotected body for merciless penetration by another man. 

I had even held her legs apart for Steve to get in a better position to take her – a new submission which had seemed natural at the time but which I now realised was simply a further manifestation of our Total Conquest.

And afterwards, when the mating was complete, my wife's final orgasm at his hands had subsided and her vagina was filled with his semen, I had given her a last, unexpected climax as I had lapped the sticky fluid from her pink, swollen vulva instead of fucking her myself as I had before.

I licked my lips involuntarily and to my delight found that a faint taste still lingered in and around my mouth of the heady mixture of Alice's pungent juices and Steve's salty semen. I ran my tongue around in search of any tiny traces that might remain but there was sadly little left to enjoy.

Turning my head, I looked at my sweet wife as she lay on her side, her face towards me, her eyes closed, her body relaxed in deep sleep. Her lovely, familiar features were a picture of innocence in stark contrast to the cock-hungry slut she had become at Steve's hands only hours before. 

My stroking hand grasped my hardening shaft more firmly and began to gently slide up and down its length. As the strokes became longer and faster I studied the girl I had married all those years ago carefully in the half light. 

To my delight, there were still small but distinct signs of her recent infidelity; traces of smudged eye make-up; tiny remnants of lipstick in the corner of her mouth; a slight pink flush in her cheeks that was still there nearly six hours after her last powerful orgasm. I felt butterflies in my tummy as I remembered this final orgasm of the night had been achieved at my hands – or at least with my mouth. 

My hand was now moving rapidly up and down under the duvet, pumping my cock as I recalled how amazingly good it had felt to have her smooth, slim legs either side of my face, her ankles resting on my back as I buried my face into her hot, sticky vulva; how my mouth, nose, lungs and finally my whole head had seemed to fill with the overwhelming odour of recent illicit sex; how incredible her juices had tasted as I sucked them eagerly into my mouth; how the smooth sensation of Steve's semen on my tongue had felt. 

My hand was now a blur over my lower belly, my cock swollen, hard, eager to release its cargo as I stared at my sleeping wife's sweet face, remembering that only hours ago as I had licked, sucked and tongued her puffy red vulva, barely inches away from my face, Steve's semen had been smeared over her open, pulsing, orgasming cervix, his sperm squirming, wriggling, seeking entrance to her womb; seeking the egg within that despite her recent return to 'the pill', might actually have been there... waiting...

Suddenly, with an explosion of pent-up lust and desire, my own spermless semen erupted from the swollen head of my cock and sprayed messily over my belly. I gasped aloud with the almost painful intensity of my climax as spurt after spurt splashed over my tummy and lower chest, releasing the wire-tight tension of arousal that had reached such incredible heights in my mind, chest and belly, leaving me breathless and panting as my own orgasm gripped me.

Her slumber disturbed somewhat by my movements, Alice stirred slightly in her sleep, making an incoherent sound before rolling over until the back of her sleek blonde head was towards me. Within seconds her long, slow breathing resumed.

I stared vacantly at the bedroom ceiling as my orgasm subsided and the powerful images faded from my mind. My body still tingled, my cock was still hard, my scrotum tiny and almost painfully tight as I wondered once again what strange quirk of genetics made me want so badly to see my wife being fucked by another man; what made me feel so much more alive as a Cuckold than I ever had before. 

The answer lay far beyond my understanding that morning. After a few fruitless minutes of contemplation I quickly cleaned myself up with a tissue from the box next to the bed before slipping out from under the duvet, pulling on my bathrobe and quietly leaving my pretty, unfaithful wife alone to sleep.

***

Minutes later I was in our kitchen, the kettle filled and warming while I tidied up the house after the previous evening's activities. The dishwasher filled, the ovenware cleaned, I went from room to room on what was to become a familiar routine – the removal of any evidence of my wife's seduction and insemination before our kids or parents could see it.

I swiftly located her rumpled cast-off dress and bra, but it took several minutes to find her discarded panties. I turned them over in my fingers, feeling their delicate lightness, remembering the dark, damp patch at the base of their triangle before raising them to my nose. I inhaled slowly and deeply, the familiar and wonderful aroma of my wife in heat making my cock stir again despite my very recent ejaculation. 

I slipped the panties into my pocket and took Alice's used clothes through to the laundry room before returning to the lounge for one last deep, wonderful inhalation of the sex-infused air. 

Then with a sigh I opened the windows to let the fresh new day into the house.

***

It was a full two hours later when Alice finally came downstairs in her white fluffy robe. She had removed the last traces of her make-up and looked pretty, sweet, innocent – if still rather flushed - and impossible to imagine as the same woman I had watched beg her lover to impregnate her the previous evening. 

I had just returned from a forty-minute run and was making tea, still hot and sweaty in my running vest and shorts when the kitchen door swung open.

"Oh Hi Darling!" I called cheerfully. "How are you feeling?" I asked, slightly breathlessly.

"Like I've been run over... again!" She smiled sweetly, crossing to the counter where I stood and giving me a peck on the cheek. "Thanks for... Well just thanks for being so... for being you!"

I kissed her back. "You enjoyed it then?" I asked disingenuously.

Alice pulled a mock frown. "You know very well that it was just wonderful! And you were wonderful too!"

I glowed with pleasure as she took the tea I offered her and sipped hesitantly. Evidently finding it too hot she placed the mug on the worktop and stood in front of me by the fridge where I was putting away the milk. She looked up into my face, her pupils dilated, and her eyes soft and loving. 

"I do love you!" She said softly.

I slipped my arms around her and cuddled her – I couldn't help notice that her soft feminine body still smelled pungently of not-so-recent sex as I pressed her against my own tall, strong but distinctly sweaty frame. 

I felt wonderful – she felt wonderful! How could such rampant infidelity result in such a warm and loving relationship – after all, Steve's sperm and semen must still be within her body even as we hugged!

I smiled – love had so many different manifestations!

"You were amazing..." I began. "Unbelievable!"

She said nothing but rested her head against my chest.

"Was it... what you wanted?" I asked.

"It was perfect." She replied quietly. "Just perfect! Thank you so, so much!"

"It was good for me too." I confessed. "It just seems to get better each time. You're one in a million..."

"You're not so bad yourself!" She smiled. "Where did you learn to do that... down there?" She nodded towards her crotch, sounding a bit embarrassed. "I mean you've always been good... down there, but it's never felt... quite that good before?" Her body seemed to tremble a little as the memories of her multiple orgasms washed over her. "After all these years you can still surprise me!" She said and I glowed again with pleasure at this praise.

"I'm pleased you enjoyed it... I think we're both finding new sides to ourselves, aren't we? I mean who would have thought a sweet pretty mother like you... Jeez, Alice! Look at your neck!"

Her bathrobe had fallen open revealing half a dozen blotchy patches of darkening skin the size of fifty-pence pieces on her chest and neck. I stepped back and opened the robe's collar a little wider. At first Alice resisted but then yielded and let me have a better look. A chain of large hickeys ran from half way down the left side of her neck and across her chest. Both her small breasts showed clear evidence of teeth marks and bore more dark patches that stood out alarmingly clearly against the pale flesh of her globes. 

"Darling...!" I gasped.

"I know." She said softly, clearly embarrassed. "I saw them in the mirror. Are you angry?"

"Christ, No!" I exclaimed without thinking then shut my mouth sharply. "I mean, are you angry he marked you so much? Does it hurt?"

She blushed again. "Not really... ummm... I mean in a weird way it makes me feel really good that I turned him on so much he felt he wants to mark me as his..."

To be honest, very similar thoughts were going through my mind too. And the fact that there were so many marks and they were so dark meant that she would bear the evidence for quite a long time, prolonging my memories and my enjoyment of the whole extraordinary affair. 

I secretly squeezed the panties in my pocket and smiled.

"Why don't you have a nice long soak in the bath while I have a quick shower and fix us some breakfast?" I suggested. 

"That sounds wonderful." She smiled, pulling her robe back around her shoulders. "I do love you, you know!"

I smiled again. What a wonderful start to the day.

"What about... him? Do you love him too?" I had to know.

My wife's response took a minute to come but perhaps because of that, seemed more sincere and totally believable.

"I'm... I'm definitely in lust with him, if there is such a thing." She said in a matter-of-fact way. "The way he makes me feel when he fucks me goes way beyond anything you and I have reached but..." Her use of the 'f' word made my chest ache, but she carried on "... But apart from the kids of course, I only actually love one person. I only ever have."

And with that parting line she left the kitchen and I heard her bare feet on the stairs, leaving me stunned but glowing with happiness.

***

The rest of the day passed very pleasantly with few references to the previous evening. After our usual hour in the gym and a short run together in the nearby woods (my second run in one day – my life really had changed!), Alice and I drove to a major shopping centre in a city an hour's drive away and bought presents for our youngest, whose birthday was a few weeks away.

Alice went shopping dressed in tights, heels and a very short skirt indeed – after so much gym work and running her legs were now so slim and sexy I felt they almost needed a licence – but she still seemed quite unaware of the transformation in herself that was gradually taking place.

At my request, she also wore a low cut top under her jacket which gave other shoppers tantalising glimpses of her hickeys – a public flaunting of her infidelity that few would understand but it gave me a thrill to think of strangers seeing us and maybe - just maybe - realising we were a cuckold couple as we walked hand in hand around the shops.

Unknown to Alice, her used panties were balled up in my jacket pocket and I squeezed them surreptitiously from time to time as we shopped.

I was in Cuckold Heaven!

***

A week later, I picked up the kids from my parents at tea time. Mum and Dad had taken care of them for the weekend to allow Alice and me time to attend a friend's second wedding. The kids had, as usual, been spoiled rotten by their Grandparents and squabbled almost the entire journey home. I had to tell them off several times in the car so when we reached the house they stormed in and up to their bedrooms leaving me to bring in all their bags. 

I dropped the kids' stuff in the hallway and looked around for Alice, hoping to unload my frustrations about their behaviour and maybe have a glass of wine as a reward. When I found her she was in the lounge, sitting on the sofa, a large wine glass already in her hand, talking to someone on the phone. She covered the mouthpiece as I entered, mouthing the word 'Carmen'.

Realising I had walked in on my wife and Steve's wife Carmen enjoying yet another post-mortem of Alice's last seduction, I felt that politeness required me to leave them in privacy although I really, really wanted to hear what they were saying. 

I compromised by going into the kitchen which was close by, but leaving all the doors open – having first checked that the kids were well out of earshot.

"... I know... yes, it was the best yet...you KNOW that!" she whispered in a slightly embarrassed way. "Ok, maybe the best EVER... You ARE lucky, Carmen... No, I didn't see you afterwards but I can imagine what you were like... Oh he's happy alright... Yes, I was surprised he did it too but he says he loved it..." She giggled. "I certainly did!" 

There was a pause as Carmen spoke and Alice listened before replying enthusiatically.

"No, like I said, it sounds really great... Yes of course, we'd love to come... He'll be fine, really... I'll ask him later... OK I'll ask him now... Yes, I'm really keen, it seems ages since Steve..." She looked around the room guiltily before finishing her sentence. "Since Steve fucked me!"

Her voice was very low and I barely caught the last few sentences but within seconds my wife joined me in the kitchen and I had to appear busy in a hurry.

She looked sweet, sexy and yet still very much the Alice I loved, in tight leggings and a long T shirt that showed off her slender, athletic, slightly boyish curves. By now her hickeys and bite marks had faded to a tantalising shadow whose implication only I could understand but which might still have been visible to the guests at the previous day's wedding – a fact that gave me an extra thrill. Apart from this there was no outward sign to suggest that my lovely wife was, in certain circumstances, a cock-crazy slut. 

Apart, that is, from the increasingly sexy but tasteful way she dressed these days, the time she spent exercising and improving her body, and of course the names she called me when she was 'in the mood', which she clearly was now.

"Hi CB!" She said, smiling and refilling her glass. I smiled back – CB stood for Cucky-Boy. She hadn't called me that for over a week. Carmen's call must have made her feel sexy again.

"The kids were a nightmare..." I complained, filling my own glass and giving her a peck on the lips. She raised an eyebrow as if asking me what they had done but I had moved on to a new agenda. 

"What's got you in the Hotwife mood again?" I asked straight out.

She blushed. "Is it that obvious?" 

I grinned and nodded. "To the trained eye - and ear!"

"Well, Cucky-Boy Smartypants..." She grinned, her eyes a picture of mischief. "Carmen and Steve have invited us to spend a long weekend in their new apartment near Marbella next month. Isn't that nice? It sounds amazing." She told me, her voice animated and enthusiastic. I was surprised but pleased too.

"When did she suggest going?" I asked.

"She thought early in June but the kids are still here. I suggested we went that week when they are with Mum and Dad in Yorkshire." She paused. "Carmen says she and Steve will be there all week but we could get cheap flights on the Wednesday and fly back on the Sunday. Mum and Dad wouldn't mind having the kids an extra day – in fact they'd all love it!"

She was right of course. We had heard a great deal about the new Spanish apartment over the last few months and had seen a lot of photographs. It looked fantastic - like something from the movies but because of the property crisis in Spain, Steve and Carmen had been able to buy a really impressive place for a mere song. 

Alice and I loved Spain too and had thought of buying something ourselves but, unlike Steve and Carmen, we had two kids to think about and just didn't have the spare cash – at least not yet. 

I thought for a minute. "We were going to go walking in the Dales... but I reckon this sounds quite a good idea too." My voice trailed off a bit as uncertainty filled my mind.

"What's worrying you?" my wife asked gently. "As if I couldn't guess." She smiled knowingly. "Look, we'd only go if you were happy with the idea and I doubt he'll want to fuck me all the time..."

"But you do want him to fuck you, don't you? You want it quite a lot, I would guess." I asked, hoping I knew the answer.

"Yes of course I do. It will have been five weeks between dates by then..." She had a slightly dreamy look in her eyes as she squeezed my arm playfully. "but we'd only do it if you were happy with the idea." She grinned lasciviously. "But I think I know my Cucky-Boy well enough... You'll be more than happy, right?"

I blushed but she was absolutely right. The idea of being relegated to second place in my wife's bed for several days in a row had a huge appeal to my twisted mind.

"Would Carmen be happy with the two of you together so much of the time?" I wondered. "You know how turned on she gets straight after one of their 'Conquests'"

Alice though for a second then nodded. "She said it was her idea. You know how she likes to make mischief – I suspect this is another of her little schemes in some way."

Alice had a point. I wondered what the she-devil might be up to this time. One thing was certain – it would involve me getting humiliated... again... at least I hoped so!

"We'd just have to set a few ground rules, I suppose, to make sure we're all happy." Alice continued. "But there are bound to be a few... incidents... if we're lucky!" She whispered giggling and looking shiftily round to make sure the kids weren't within earshot.

"Just think what we could get up to! And what you could do too, Cucky-Boy!"

I was thinking just that. I cancelled the booking in the Dales hotel.

***

The next week passed normally, apart from our lovemaking being a lot more exciting. Alice was clearly looking forward to spending time with Steve – well, spending time in bed with him – and this added quite a frisson to our sex which I really enjoyed.

She made me use a condom every time we had sex to 'make sure she was nice and clean for him' but I knew it was mostly to torment me - and I loved the torment!




Journey Into Cuckoldry - Four Square



The following week passed well too, but two weeks before we were due to go to Spain, I noticed my normally lovely, sweet-tempered wife being starting be just a little less lovely in demeanour and behaviour, becoming noticeably more irritable and impatient, not just with me but with the kids too. 

This puzzled me – being short tempered with me was rare, with the kids it was almost unheard of.

Our lovemaking which, after her last fucking by Steve had been almost daily, began to slow quickly too and then stopped altogether. At first I assumed she was saving herself for the longed-for marathon sex sessions with her lover that we both hoped for and expected. Then I wondered whether she was finding the five week gap between her last mating with him and the Spanish holiday too long to stand.

I tried to test the water, asking questions around the subject but to no avail. She simply became less and less patient with us all until one evening after I had put the kids to bed in tears following a dinner in which their mother had twice shouted at them, I challenged her in our bedroom as she undressed.

"I'm not irritable!" She said coldly, her tone of voice giving the lie to her words as she peeled her top up over her head and half threw it onto the bedside chair. 

"Darling it's obvious something's wrong." I insisted. "You've not been yourself all week."

"I don't know what you're talking about..." She insisted. "I'm just tired that's all. Aren't I allowed to be tired, with all the work I do?" 

"Come on... this isn't like you at all."

She scowled at me, sliding out of her skin tight jeans, folding them and hanging them in the closet. She slammed the door loudly intending to close the conversation but I had got the bit between my teeth and pressed on.

"I know the kids can be a pain, but you've been angry with me too, and as for the sex..."

"Why must it always be about sex?" She challenged. "And why would I want your silly little cock inside me every night anyway?"

"Is it Steve?" I persisted, knowing I was on dangerous ground but needing to know why my lovely wife wasn't so lovely right now. "Are you having trouble waiting for him? It's been a long time since he last fucked you."

Alice laughed hollowly, without humour.

"You might say it's something to do with that!" She said enigmatically.

"It's not long now, Darling. I know I'm no substitute for him in bed but..."

She almost snorted, her face angry. "You can say that again..."

Despite her cruel words I couldn't help being amazed at just how incredibly sexy and attractive my sweet wife had become since her affair with Steve had begun. Now clad only in panties and bra, her slim, tanned, fit body looked better than at any time in our life together. Her long blonde hair, her tiny breasts, her long athletic legs, her darkening skin against the white of her underwear – all this made my body ache for her despite her anger – maybe partly because of it. 

She paced up and down the room, ostentatiously taking out her ear rings and removing her necklace. It seemed to be calming her down a little so I undressed down to my boxer shorts and sat on the edge of the bed in silence.

Eventually she seemed to come to some kind of decision and, still standing in her underwear, turned towards me.

"You really want to know?" She asked abruptly.

"Of course..." I said. "There's nothing you can't tell me, you know that."

She paused for a full minute as if gathering her strength before mumbling something I couldn't make out.

"Sorry Darling..." I said. "I couldn't hear you."

"I said I'm late!" She hissed angrily at me as if I was the most stupid man in the world. In truth she might have been right in this assumption because in response I looked at the bedside clock and snapped.

"You're not going out now are you?"

"I... SAID... I'M... FUCKING... LATE!" She hissed half-crazily at me, despite the kids being in their bedrooms next door, supposedly asleep.

"Don't shout at me, Alice I only said... Oh. My. God!" 

The penny finally dropped and realisation rushed in upon me like an ice cold spear passing through my belly. 

"You're late?" My voice was low and anxious.

She nodded, her eyes lowered.

"How late?" I asked, staring involuntarily at my wife's firm, flat belly.

"Nearly two weeks."

"So you think you might be..?" I couldn't bring myself to say the word.

"The word is 'pregnant'." She said coldly.

"But your periods are often a bit... erratic, aren't they?" I asked, grasping at straws in hope.

"Yes." Her reply wasn't encouraging. "But I've never been this late before."

"Oh fuck!"

I took her hand and we sat in silence side by side on the edge of the bed, neither of us knowing what to do or say next. Her body was tense, her knees pressed together tightly, her shoulders hunched as if to keep out the world.

I sat next to her, stunned. In no way had I expected anything like this. How could it have happened? After all, I had had my vasectomy years ago and she had been on the pill since... oh yes, only two days... before... her last incredible fucking... by Steve.

Two days... Not enough time? She had told me she might not be safe and now...

I slowly slid my hand along her thigh. At first, Alice automatically squeezed her knees together even more tightly, then relaxed a little as I stroked her bare skin in what I hoped was a reassuring way. 

Whatever was going on inside her beautiful, sexy body, this was the woman I adored and, if the worst really had occurred, I had played my part in making it happen and had to help her through it, whatever it was. 

After a few minutes' silence, I slipped my arm around her shoulders and drew her towards me.

"Come here..." I whispered, squeezing her in what I hoped was a supportive manner.

She leaned against my chest and I held her tightly, feeling her slender body trembling in my arms, then I kissed her on the forehead and face in tiny, loving pecks, hoping my strong embrace would help reassure her. 

"It's OK sweetheart..." I murmured over and over.

I felt a soft, warm dampness on my arm and realised she was crying in low, quiet sobs. I nuzzled her soft blonde hair and breathed in her sweet familiar aroma as we sat in silence.

"Do you feel... pregnant?" I asked, the word feeling strange and terrible on my tongue.

She nodded. "Yes... Sort of... No... I don't know... I'm sorry... It's not quite like last time but..." She couldn't finish the sentence.

And she began to cry again, tiny tears running silently down her cheeks. I hugged her tightly but after a minute, a thought occurred to me which should of course have been the very first thing to cross my mind.

"Have you done a test yet?" I asked quietly. She looked down and shook her head.

"Then we don't really know if we have a problem at all, do we?" I continued, trying to sound more positive and reassuring.

She shook her head again and reached for a tissue from the bedside table to dab at her tear-stained eyes and streaming nose.

"It might just be a late period – you're doing so much exercise now, after all. You might not actually be...pregnant by Steve." A strange illicit thrill flashed through me as I said the words but I tried to ignore it.

"Have you got a test kit in the house?" I asked after a pause. She nodded.

"I bought one yesterday."

"But you couldn't bring yourself to use it?" She shook her lovely, golden head.

"I didn't want to believe it could have happened."

"Would you like me to go get it now?" I asked. 

"It's no use now..." She said firmly, shaking her head. "You have to do it first thing in the morning, remember?" She squeezed my hand tightly. 

I did indeed remember the last time I had seen her use a pregnancy test. I remembered clearly the look on her face as she came out of the bathroom proudly displaying the slim white device. There were clear blue lines in both its little windows, and seven months later our younger child was born. 

But that was then – this was now and there was no way any child growing in my wife's womb could possibly have been sired by me.

"So we'll do it straight away tomorrow? When we wake up? And try not to worry between now and then, right?" I said encouragingly. "It might be nothing after all!"

"OK." She said, raising her tear-stained face to mine. "Thank you. Thanks for being... well being here..." 

"I love you so much, Alice – whatever happens, you know that don't you?"

She paused then smiled as she looked up into my face.

"Are you sure?" She asked, her voice still tearful and unsteady. I hugged and kissed her again.

"Positive. We started this together – OK, Carmen helped us get there but it was something we both wanted. We'll handle this together, whatever it is!"

I kissed her salty lips, slipping a finger under her chin and raising her pretty face towards mine. We kissed again, first lightly, then more passionately, as if a warm glow was growing rapidly inside each of us. Within seconds our mouths were open, our tongues entwined and we were kissing with a clumsy passion we had hardly known since we were teenagers.

"I'm crazy about you, you know that," I whispered in her ear.

"Really?" She asked.

"Really!" I replied.

I smiled, pleased and to my delight her right arm went automatically around my shoulders. I pulled her to me with my left, the other still on her thigh where my fingers ran up and down her smooth skin. I stroked her slowly from her knee to her panties and back then drew my hands up across her flat, athletic tummy, toying briefly with her belly button before rising to her tiny breasts, which seemed to have grown even smaller and firmer as her fitness regime had taken effect.

"Even if I am pregnant?" She asked softly as my hands travelled over her smooth skin.

"Absolutley!" I replied.

"It could only be Steve's child, you do understand that?"

"I understand!" I replied, my hand cupping her breast through her bra.

"I've only ever... done it... with the two of you!"

"I know," I whispered, feeling her nipples hardening beneath my fingers.

"You're a very special person, you know?" She said softly. "I mean most men..."

I silenced her with a kiss and she moaned softly into my open mouth. I squeezed her left breast firmly and was rewarded by a short squeal followed by a sigh. I reached around her back and flicked open the clasp of her bra, which fell forward along her arms and as I briefly removed my hand, she cast it aside and sat bare-chested.

"You still love me," she asked in a whisper. "Even if I am carrying Steve's baby?"

For a moment I paused to admire my wife's small pale breasts, still firm and almost cone shaped like a young girl's despite having fed two children. Her nipples were dark and very hard, their wrinkled teats very dark against the small pale un-tanned triangles on which they sat. 

"Even if he knocks you up a dozen times," I told her as confidently as I could, at the time meaning every word.

I lowered my lips to her nipple and sucked, first gently then much harder, nipping it delicately with my front teeth. Alice moaned and I felt her arms fold beneath her, lowering us both to the bed, where I turned my attention to her right nipple, cupping her small globe in my palm as my mouth worked on its dark peak. Her fingers were in my hair, pulling me into her small breast which I suckled slowly.

"Mmmm. That feels nice..." She murmured, holding my mouth against her hardening nipple.

A tiny amount of fluid flowed from her teat into my mouth as I suckled. Could this be a minute early sign of pregnancy, I wondered? To my amazement, the idea aroused me instantly and instinctively my right hand slid along the soft skin of her firm, taut belly as if seeking evidence of a baby growing within before sliding further down to her thighs where I stroked from her slender knee to her panties and back. 

As my lips slid from nipple to nipple, sucking and nipping, my middle finger began to probe deeper between her thighs and after instinctively pressing her knees together for a second, I felt her legs part slightly as if to aid my progress. 

Encouraged, I pressed them further apart and as my fingers reached the gusset of her panties I heard my wife moan slightly. There was heat and dampness under my fingertips and I traced the outline of her vulva through the thin cloth. My finger pressed more firmly against her cotton-covered slit and she moaned encouragingly, her legs falling wide apart now, the thin material moistening rapidly at my touch. 

Images of our early days together flashed through my mind; long slow kisses in the darkness; her hands clumsily groping within my pants; my fingers thrusting deep within her vagina. How things had changed since then! So much had happened in such a short time. 

But the way I felt about my beautiful, sexy wife had not changed!

I worked one finger under the elastic between her thighs and quickly found her wet slit, then went to work, sliding my fingertip up and down it dampness, focussing on her clitoris for a second then returning to the hot entrance below. Alice moaned softly and closed her eyes.

"That's so good... Yes please...."

"Lift up!" I whispered, using the words Steve had used that night in the car when he had first exposed my wife's vulva for his use. Alice smiled as if remembering that night too - her first act of infidelity - and exactly as she had done for him on the MPV's back seat, raised her hips just enough for me to slide her panties over her buttocks – now much firmer and athletic than they had been that first time – along her long slender legs and away.

Her knees fell apart again as if her vulva was aching for its freedom and I noticed how swollen and puffy her lips already were, framing the dark gash of her moistening slit with its neatly trimmed patch of fine blonde hair above.

"Shall I..." I asked. Alice smiled sexily and nodded.

"Yes please... Cucky Boy!" 

The pitch of her voice rose as she called me my favourite name, as if asking a question. In reply I shuffled between her thighs and slipped downwards, leaving a trail of tiny kisses across her flat tummy until her my face was inches from her vulva. She smelled of bath oil but there was already a deep musky undertone of arousal and her slit had already started to open, revealing a glistening of lubrication within.

I lowered my mouth to her hotness and began to lick, firstly in long, slow strokes from the open base of her slit upwards across her inner lips to the small but growing nub of her clitoris. 

"Hhhhhhhh" She breathed out noisily, her hips writhing under my tongue. 

I tongued her more firmly, dipping the tip of my tongue into her hot passage, her juices flowing more freely, their slightly sour, slightly metallic taste filling my nostrils and making me half dizzy with lust. I turned my attention to her clitoris, now hard and swollen, protruding between her puffy lips. I sucked it into my mouth, my teeth grating against its tender underside.

"Jesus!" Alice exclaimed, her hips bucking hard against my face, grinding her pubic hair against my cheeks and nose. I could feel the heat of her growing arousal and the juices flowing into my mouth became bitter and more pungent. I lapped them up eagerly, my tongue plunging deep into her deepest passage, the heady aroma making me half dizzy with lust. 

"Oh God!" She gasped and I felt her thighs close tightly against the sides of my head, jamming my face so firmly into her vulva that I could barely breathe before falling helpless apart again. I felt her fluids running down my chin and her body begin to tremble and shake.

"Cumm...I'm Cumm.. Oh Jesus!" 

I returned my attention to her swollen, stiff clitoris, sucking it between my pursed lips, drawing my tongue in short sharp movements across its delicate underside.

And then I smelled and tasted a sudden change in her incredible secretions as my lovely wife suddenly reached a body-shaking orgasm hard against my face. Her back flexed, her legs shook as her vulva was driven violently against my nose and mouth, her fingers pulling clumps of hair from my head as she pulled my face into her body, then pushed it away, then pulled it back again.

Two, three, four waves of orgasm washed through her slender frame before she finally pushed my mouth away from her hot, tender vulva. 

"Enough!" She hissed. "Please... I need you inside me now..."

Her body was still shaking but the words were more than enough to make my heart ache. Raising my sticky face from her groin, I wriggled upwards on the bed until my erection was above her vulva. It was then we both realised I was still wearing my boxer shorts, horribly distended by my cock but still a barrier.

Taking my weight on one arm, I reaching down with my free hand and clumsily tugged at the elastic waistband of my shorts until my erection was freed then wriggled them down over my buttocks until they rested in the crease at the top of my legs. Swapping arms, I pushed them down to my knees and positioned myself carefully at my wife's gaping, wet entrance. 

I paused then reached across to the bedside cabinet for the packet of condoms that we kept there but as my hand reached the drawer handle, Alice grabbed my wrist.

"Not tonight..." She said looking up into my eyes, her pupils wide after her first minor climax, her face open and stomach-churningly innocent looking.

"Are you sure?" I asked, remembering what she had said before. "You said you wanted to be clean for him and... Oh yes! That feels good..."

Alice had taken the end of my cock and was moving it slowly up and down her slit, then placed it directly between her inner lips so that the slightest movement on my part would penetrate her. 

"Fuck me, Cucky Boy!" She hissed. 

I squeezed my buttocks. My head popped into her hot, wet body. No condom; my bare skin against her bare skin; her hot juices against my firm shaft. She wasn't tight, her previous orgasm had seen to that but... but it felt... amazing... for the first time in weeks I was going to fuck my wife properly. I thrust myself forwards firmly, my hips parting her thighs, penetrating her quickly, slipping easily into her well-lubricated vagina until my pubic hair ground hard against hers.

She winced.

"Sensitive?" I asked quietly. She nodded. "Shall I stop?"

In reply, I felt her tighten briefly around my shaft as she shook her head.

"Be quick though..." She breathed.

I smiled. I was so aroused it could hardly have been anything other than quick but I began to thrust into her in long deep strokes, slowly at first, then rapidly building speed. Alice's body began to respond instantly, her eyes flew open and her fingers dug into my shoulders.

"Oh yes..." She gasped. "Faster..."

I increased my speed, hearing the wet slapping noises from our groins growing even wetter and louder. I could feel and see my wife's arousal increasing even more and remembered how she had looked, gazing up at Steve as his cock had plunged over and over into her depths.

"Is this how HE fucks you?" I growled, "Is this what his cock feels like inside you?"

"Yesssss!" She hissed almost angrily. "Yessss!"

I thrust faster, my face now sweaty. There were beads of perspiration on Alice's forehead too.

"How did it feel... when he fucked you, Alice?" I growled again, not realising that it was myself I was trying to torment, not her. "Was his cock... bigger than THIS!" I half yelled, using my back and legs to thrust into her as hard as I could.

Alice yelped in pain and surprise and I felt her vagina loosen yet more around my shaft, but I kept on thrusting.

"Much..." She gasped, "much bigger... huge... filled my cu... filled me..."

"Was it good?" I thrust faster if not harder. "Did you... like it?"

"Thought I was going... going to burst..." She moaned, her body beginning to tremble.




Journey Into Cuckoldry - Four Square



By now I could tell that the scenario was having a profound effect on my wife too. The pink flush on her face and chest from her previous orgasm had returned with a vengeance and to my delight I realised that she might - just might - have an orgasm fucking me for the first time in ages. My hips became a blur as passion overtook me and I began to fuck her for all I was worth.

It worked!

"Oh God! Oh God!" Alice croaked, biting hard on her bathrobe to stifle her cries as, for the first time in so long, she began to orgasm beneath me. 

Not beneath Steve, beneath ME! 

The realisation that my lovely wife was about to cum for me, her husband and not for her lover drove me half insane. My thrusts became wilder and I bit my lip to stifle my own cries. Beneath me, Alice's legs were splayed wide open by my frantically thrusting hips and loud slapping sounds emanated from our colliding genitalia as her juices were churned to white froth around the base of my shaft and the room filled with the powerful aroma of passionate sex.

"Oh... Oh God! Harder... Harder..." She gasped under me. "Fuck me... like he fucks me!"

I increased the force of my thrusting until I could feel the head of my cock slamming hard into her cervix with every deep, barely-controlled stroke, the thought that Steve's baby might actually be behind it, growing inside her womb, barely inches from my swollen head drove me crazy.

"Fuck me!" I heard her hiss again, biting on her thumb to stifle the noise. "Fuck your knocked up Slut Wife..." 

I couldn't believe my ears. Was this really my sweet, innocent wife's voice? 

I stared into her face – her eyes were wide open, starting straight back into mine but there was a distance in her look, as if it wasn't me she saw over her, fucking her hard.

I tightened my legs and buttocks, driving my cock into her as hard as I could, almost indifferent to the pain I might be inflicting on her, trying to put myself in Steve's place. 

I closed my eyes and imagined myself watching Steve where I was now, fucking my Slut Wife so hard, crystal clear images appearing before me...

...Of Steve's cock pounding into her vagina on that fateful night ... Of her legs spread grotesquely wide, submitting totally to him ... Of the orgasms he had fucked into her sweet body ... Of her begging him to cum in her as she came herself ... Of his shuddering climax as his sperm spurted into her body ... Of the look on her face as she received his seed ... Of her willing, eager submission, knowing but not caring that she might not be protected. ... Of my delight as all this happened before my eyes...

"Oh God Yes!" Alice croaked. "Yesss!"

Her words drove me crazy and I redoubled my thrusting into her foam-covered vagina. I felt her tighten pelvic floor tighten, gripping my shaft and saw her buck with pleasure at the result, then tilt her pelvis forwards until her clitoris rubbed firmly against the upper ridges on my shaft.

Another massive wave of climax passed through her – something I had not seen in many months, perhaps I had never seen before.

"Oh God! Oh Yes!" She croaked loudly enough for me to worry about her waking the kids. "Cum now! I want your cum in meeee..."

I felt a ball of heat forming and growing in my lower spine, its warmth quickly spreading between my thighs and down my legs as one of the most intense climaxes of my entire life rushed upon me. My cock, already huge by my usual standards seemed to swell even more, its swollen head now tight against the pulsing walls of my wife's vagina. 

My breath caught in my chest, my tummy muscles in spasm as a surge of pain flashed through the base of my erection and I began to cum wildly and violently, the bed bumping against the wall, strange grunting sounds escaping from my throat. 

My sack was tight against my shaft as perhaps the most powerful orgasm I had ever enjoyed overtook me, spattering Alice's pulsing cervix with copious amounts of semen. Short, sharp, uncontrolled thrusts hammered the head of my cock against the entrance to her womb, a womb in which Steve's baby might – just might – already be growing. 

With every pulse of my ejaculation, I felt my body emptying itself into hers. The release of tension, both physical and mental came from deep within me as pulse after pulse wracked my body until I felt there could be nothing left to give her and I was finally released from the spasms that had gripped me so tightly. 

My ejaculation finally complete, I held myself still over her motionless body, both of us panting for breath. My sore and puffy cock softened within her then slipped easily out. 

I sat back on my heels to look at my wife's body on the bed; legs splayed open, hair fanned out over the pillow; breasts rising and falling as she recovered from her orgasm – exactly as she had looked only weeks before when Steve had given her the orgasm of her life and comprehensively inseminated her – maybe even impregnated her, I reminded myself. 

I looked down between her legs. Her vulva was red and swollen again and a trickle of our combined juices had already started to ooze from her slightly gaping inner lips. Automatically I slipped back along the bed and lowered my head to her groin. The smell of fresh sex was sweet and strong. 

I dipped my head further as I had done after her most recent encounter with Steve and without hesitating began to lap up the creampie between her thighs, taking the strongly smelling fluid eagerly into my mouth.

My own semen tasted oddly different from Steve's; paler and runnier but with a clear saltiness his had lacked, it was distinctive. I lapped further, plunging my tongue deeper into her as if to draw every last drop into my mouth. Above me, Alice moaned softly, her fingers once again entangling themselves in my hair.

But before I could try to bring her to a further climax, she drew my face gently but firmly away from her vulva and I rose above her, my face sticky with our juices. I kissed her on the mouth. She licked her lips cautiously, tasting her own juices – perhaps for the first time.

"I love you, Alice." I whispered.

"And the baby...?" She asked, her voice sounding drunk and dreamy.

"Let's worry about that tomorrow... There might be nothing to worry about!"

"But you'd love me, pregnant or not?" She was now obviously exhausted.

"Pregnant or not," I said honestly, making the sign of a cross over my chest. "Cross my heart!" 

She smiled and rolled over. Her eyes closed.

It was time to sleep.

***

Sleep? What was that?

I will remember that night for the rest of my life. Alice, goodness know how, fell silently asleep almost immediately. I rolled back onto my side of the bed, exhausted and lay on my back alongside her, my whole being awash with emotion, feeling the heat of my wife's spent limp body alongside mine. 

I listened to her breathing as it became deeper and steadier and hoped to join her in slumber.

But it was not to be! I was to have no peace myself. Every time I closed my eyes, powerful images filled my head, denying me any peace. The night grew darker as the bedside clock flickered away the hours. It grew colder too and I shivered under the duvet but still sleep wouldn't come.

Could there really be a baby growing in that soft, sweet body lying alongside me even now? I closed my eyes firmly but could only see more images... 

... Of the tiny pink creature that might even now be growing in her womb ... Of her belly swelling, flaunting her infidelity to the world ... Of a child being born, of having to bring it up knowing it wasn't mine ... Or of the dark, unthinkable horror of an abortion 

No! I kept reminding myself, these were just horrors of the night. They were only POSSIBLE consequences, not real hard facts. We didn't actually know she WAS pregnant... At least not yet! 

But no matter how many times I told myself this, I still lay awake, plagued by painful, sleep-denying honesty as next it dawned on me just how much the risk of pregnancy – however small - had added to the intense pleasure and pain I had endured, watching her being fucked senseless before my eyes.

I guiltily remembered the faint stirrings of disappointment I had felt when she had started taking the pill only a few weeks ago, but I hadn't really understood their significance. Now, with pregnancy a real possibility, the thought that I had suffered, endured or enjoyed the ultimate in cuckoldry – the actual impregnation in front of me of my wife by her lover – dominated my thoughts for the next sleepless hour in a roller coaster ride from Cuckold Heaven to Alpha Male hell and back.

... How would she look with her belly swollen? ... Would another man's child make her look different? ... How would I feel walking down the street with her, belly swollen, knowing what I knew? ... What would the kids say about having a baby brother or sister? .. Would she leave me after giving birth to another man's child? ... What in God's name would we tell the family and friends who knew about my vasectomy? ... How would Steve react to the idea of having a love child? 

... And Carmen? I could already imagine the cruelty she could and probably would inflict on me if she found out her manly husband really had knocked up my wife in front of me.

Darkness is no friend to the troubled mind. The glowing alarm clock on the bedside table seemed to taunt me as it flickered away the night... by 2am I was dozing but I saw 3am and 5am clearly on the dial.

And to top it all, throughout all this agony, my cock incredibly remained rock hard, erect - constant, cruel, undeniable evidence that all this was something I had wanted, needed and even now to my disgrace found monstrously arousing.

I tried to masturbate the erection away several times but my cock was already sore from the forceful penetration I had inflicted on Alice and my many manual ministrations made it sorer still. I pumped harder, my fist striking my sack so firmly and frequently that it really hurt, but still I couldn't cum and end the torment. 

Was there to be no release? There it stood, firm and hard, defiant between my thighs, denying me sleep as the night stretched darkly ahead of me.

As morning approached, even Alice's troubled sleep seemed to taunt me, as if her dreams were calling silently for her lover to claim her, to fuck her pregnant body in a way I never could, my persistent erection of no interest to her now she had tasted another man's cock... 

Tossing and turning, I saw how I had brought it all on myself. After all, whatever Carmen's influence had been, I really truly had wanted my wife to be fucked in front of me, whatever the risks, and had gone to some lengths if not to make it happen, then to allow the inevitable to take place.

And now I had my reward... if you could call it that! My head told me nothing was worth this torment but my lust and body overwhelmingly demanded more... 

...More watching my wife submitting to another man's seductive powers ...More of the earth shattering orgasms that I could never give her ...More babies being created in my her sweet womb ...And STILL my erection taunted me mercilessly ...And STILL the morning wouldn't come!

***

But I suppose even the worst nightmares do come to an end and eventually must have fallen into an unsatisfactory sleep because when I opened my eyes, the sun was trying to break through the curtains, the room was lighter and brighter and I heard the kids playing in the lounge, watching TV with the sound much too loud.

It was morning at last!

I felt absolutely terrible but as my eyes focussed and my muddled brain began to clear, things finally began to fall into perspective. 

I turned towards Alice only to find that the bed next to me was empty.

I blinked, still a little dopey, but then heard the en-suit toilet flush. 

The test! The morning's pregnancy test flashed through my mind!

Through the half-ajar door I heard a gasp.

The bathroom door opened...



Journey into Cuckoldry - High Five



Bright afternoon sun beat down on the hot tiles surrounding the deep blue swimming pool making it painful to walk without shoes as I carried our three glasses on a small tray back to the apartment for a refill. The water dripping from my wet swim shorts made slippery puddles around my feet and I stepped carefully the last few yards.

As I reached the apartment's door I turned and smiled at my wife Alice who was completing the last few confidant lengths of her daily exercise routine. She turned at the pool's end, her long blonde hair, pulled back into a pony tail and dark with wetness; fell down her slender back. The water made her skin shine as she nodded and returned my smile before continuing her exercise.

It was Thursday, our first full day in Steve and Carmen's new place in Spain and it was already wonderful. We had arrived late the previous evening to be met at the airport by Carmen and whisked away on a forty minute journey to the extraordinarily high class development in which they had bought a smart two-bedroom apartment.

Pausing only to drop off our bags and freshen up, she had taken us for dinner in a small, traditional restaurant nearby and the three of us had shared a light but delicious meal before returning to the apartment well after midnight for a well earned sleep.

The three of us! Not four!

It appeared that Steve had suffered one of the problems of running your own business in that his biggest customer had demanded his presence at the last minute requiring him to change his schedule. Steve was now due to join us on Friday night having booked another flight at the last minute. Carmen has given us the bad news when she met us at the airport when we arrived and offered us both his profuse apologies -- especially to Alice, of course.

I could see that my wife was badly disappointed and frankly so was I. The thought of Steve taking over my place in her bed for perhaps three whole days and nights had been really exciting for both of us. We had talked about it in coded language ever since it had been booked -- even in front of the kids -- and once they were fully ensconced with their Grandparents, we had been silly and giggly with anticipation all the journey.

It had been a full five weeks since Steve had last comprehensively fucked my lovely wife and, despite our recent 'scare' we were both very ready for another lengthy copulation -- and with luck, a series of them. 

Now our enjoyment was to be shortened. Still, it was only a forty-eight hour delay; they would still have Friday and Saturday nights together, and as much of the daytime as they wanted too, I told myself as I prepared another round of drinks. 

Gazing thoughtfully through the window, I watched Alice as she stepped out of the pool, her exercise over for the morning. The water cascading from her new slim and sexy body made me think inevitably of Ursula Andress in James Bond's Doctor No. She looked simply gorgeous! The fact that she still seemed unaware of the way her body had changed simply added to her attraction for me and, I assumed, the other men who now routinely ogled her.

At least, I thought, offering prayers of thanks to the Gods, she wouldn't be troubled by a bulging pregnant belly -- well, not this time. As I broke fresh ice from the trays, my mind ran over the events of that morning two weeks ago when Alice had come into the bedroom with the used pregnancy test in her hand...

***

"Inconclusive?" I gasped as she entered the bedroom from the en-suite, waving the thin white pen-shaped device in her hand. "What does that mean? Are you pregnant or aren't you?"

"It's what the box says" She replied impatiently. "It means... I think... that I left it too long before checking..." She went on. "I thought it said 'pregnant' for a few seconds then it just went, well, strange."

"Show me!"

I anxiously examined the device then ran into the bathroom for the box and read the leaflet inside hastily.

"You're right!" I confessed eventually. "You're definitely inconclusive."

"Shit!" She hissed.

"How late are you?" I asked, adding the word "Exactly" When I saw her starting to get cross.

She thought for a moment "Fifteen days, maybe more -- you know I'm not very regular."

"Shit!" It was my turn to curse. "Have you got another test?"

She shook her head. "And anyway we'd have to wait until tomorrow morning."

"Shit!"

"How the hell am I supposed to act normally all day, not knowing if I'm pregnant?" She demanded.

My heart ached for her and for myself too. The previous night had been sheer hell and I couldn't face another like it.

"We'll just have to keep busy," I replied, taking her hand in mine, "and stick together, right? We got into this together; we'll deal with it together!"

It was the right thing to say, thank God. Alice came over to me and we hugged for a long time.

"I do love you, Cucky Boy!" she said.

Her use of my Cuckold nickname made my tummy tingle and we kissed lovingly. As she turned to go into the shower, my hand surreptitiously stroked her flat, athletic tummy, wondering how I could possibly handle another 24 hours not knowing if I had suffered the ultimate in Cuckoldry -- watching my wife being made pregnant by another man right in front of me.

I went into the bathroom and began to shave.

In the end neither of us had to suffer much longer because Alice's period began in spectacular form that very afternoon and we realised we had quite undeservedly been lucky for a third time -- she wasn't pregnant. Her period when it came was very heavy indeed, complete with stomach cramps, nausea and repeated rushes to the loo which were not normal for her at all. 

Looking back, I now firmly believe that my wife had indeed conceived by Steve right in front of me that amazing evening, but had then miscarried a few weeks later at a very early stage in her pregnancy. That thought kept me aroused on many of the following nights and to be honest, still does, along with the realisation that it hadn't occurred to either of us to go to the Doctor to check. 

To my surprise, as soon as her bleeding was in full flow, Alice was a woman transformed. Her worries vanished, her demeanour returned to its normal sweet, happy contentedness and, apparently unconcerned by the near-miss we had just had, within 24 hours she was once again looking forward eagerly to our forthcoming long weekend with Carmen and Steve and the thorough fucking we both hoped and expected her to enjoy at his hands. 

Telling her that she had probably actually been pregnant with Steve's child, if only for a few weeks, seemed an unnecessary and heartless thing to do to the woman I loved so I kept my own counsel, not knowing if my wife had realised how close she had come to bearing another man's child.

Now of course she was definitely 'on the pill' which on the positive side meant that she was no longer in danger of getting pregnant by Steve or anyone else. On balance, that was a relief and meant relative safety.

On the other hand there were now at least two other people who had a good idea that my innocent wife had started to stray from the path of fidelity. Our Doctor who prescribed her contraceptive pills knew all about my vasectomy and, although he made it clear he knew full well what she was doing, was constrained by laws of confidentiality. Less comforting was the knowledge that whichever pharmacist she went to when her contraceptive prescription needed filling might know us or know our friends. For this reason Alice had taken her first three months' prescription to a pharmacy forty miles away.

For me, the buzz of knowing that there was a risk of our new lifestyle being discovered helped to offset the slight disappointment that I began to feel, knowing Alice could no longer get pregnant during her 'dates'. It surprised me -- and to some extent made me ashamed - to realise just how much the thrill of possible pregnancy had contributed to the incredible excitement and enjoyment I felt, watching my lovely wife being fucked senseless right in front of me. 

This was something I had hoped and expected to see in large doses during our long weekend with Carmen and Steve. Did that make me a bad person? I hoped not, but suspected otherwise.

***

The sound of soft naked footsteps on the marble kitchen floor brought me gently out of my reverie.

"Doesn't she look amazing?" A voice sounded close by. It was Carmen, looking hot and a little sweaty but very attractive and womanly in her dark blue bikini. Her hips were rounded; her breasts full and firm in contrast to my wife's slender frame and tiny boobs. I turned to face the woman who had brought our new lifestyle about. She was smiling. I smiled back.

"Well I think she is," I replied, "but then I always did. And the best thing of all is she still doesn't realise what's happened to her."

Carmen smiled knowingly, "It's amazing what a really good fucking now and again can do for a girl," she said, her voice low and very suggestive, "Be honest," she continued, "when did your sweet, innocent wife ever look THAT good when all she was getting in her pussy was this?" She reached over and squeezed the bulge in the front of my swimming trunks but there was no malice in her voice. "Just look at her! All the other men are!"

I couldn't deny it. My wife had never looked so good in all the time I had known her. Slim, athletic, shapely with her long golden hair falling over rapidly tanning shoulders and in her skimpy scarlet bikini she had a body most women her age would kill for. But to top it all there was a new, distinct sexual undercurrent about her that most certainly hadn't existed when she was she was my lovely, pretty but otherwise unremarkable, faithful wife and the mother of our children. 

Was that really less than a year ago?

Now she was, well, simply hot! And as Carmen had said, it wasn't going unnoticed. What was most arousing to me was her apparent complete lack of awareness of the effect she was having on those around her. After all her adventures with Steve, could she really still think of herself as the same innocent girl as before?

Surely not! In the short time we had been at the apartment Alice had already acquired a number of admirers, mostly men my own age - the male halves of the other resident couples and families. But there were at least a handful of boys -- young men I should say -- who had noticed her swimming and sunbathing and were making sure they were 'around' whenever she put in an appearance by the large shared pool. One in particular, a boy of around twenty who was staying in the villa next to our block, had been paying her a great deal of attention.

I stared at my lovely, sexy wife and felt myself firming against Carmen's fingers which had remained on my bulge and were massaging my growing erection through my swim shorts. As I watched and hardened, I saw Alice roll slowly over on her sunbed and stretch out, face down, her chin on a folded hand towel. A few seconds later, her hands reached behind her back and unfastened the strap of her bikini top. The strings fell to the sides leaving an unbroken expanse of smooth skin exposed to the warm rays.

"And let's face it, Mister Cuckold," Carmen continued, her hand now deep inside my swimming shorts, firmly grasping the hard shaft within, "you've not done badly out if it either. You've never been so fit or so trim yourself since you had a bit of competition in the bedroom, have you?"

It was strange to hear praise from her lips and I looked straight into her eyes, seeking evidence of mischief. To my surprise I saw none so supposed she was sincere and, maybe, right again. I certainly went to the gym much more often than I used to and ran at least twice a week and was indeed a great deal fitter than I had been in years.

"I could almost fancy you myself," she continued, her hand now pumping my cock slowly but firmly. "but then I'm a bit spoilt by Steve, aren't I? Still...?" She left the wording hanging in the air.

I had no idea Carmen had noticed the change in me; I had barely recognised it myself, being so wrapped up in Alice's descent into the world of the Hotwife.

"How long is it since Steve last fucked her?" she asked softly, her fingers now gently squeezing my tightening sack, "Four weeks?"

"Five!" I corrected her and immediately regretted falling into yet another trap set by the she-devil alongside me, who chuckled and began to pump my erection firmly. I felt a distinct danger of approaching ejaculation if Carmen's manipulation of my cock continued.

"She'll be looking forward to him arriving tomorrow then," she said. "Poor thing! More than a whole month without a proper cock... in her cunt..."

I stared at my wife through the window as Carmen's fingers toyed with my shaft and the tight sack at its base, cupping, stroking then releasing it before returning to their main task along its lower ridge. Alice's legs parted slightly as I watched, as if her body was reading my mind, and I could see her bikini riding up slightly into the crack between her buttocks, exposing a tantalising sliver of pale buttock to the sun's rays and of course to her unknown audience.

"She'll be thinking about him now, probably," Carmen teased, stroking me more firmly, "imagining herself naked... on her back... spreading those long, slim thighs... just for him... feeling that big... strong... cock... stretching... her tight... wet... cunt..."

It was almost unbearable, hearing those words, my heads full of vivid images of exactly the scenario Carmen painted, her long slender fingers wrapped around my cock, pumping it... bringing me so, so close to climax as in my mind, Steve's large, intimidating cock was entering my wife's body... parting her inner lips... penetrating deep within her... stretching her wide... Oh God! I'm so close to climax...

But it was not to be! 

Sensing my imminent orgasm, the cruel temptress contemptuously squeezed my now painfully erect cock one last time before releasing it and pulling her hand away, leaving my erection sticking stupidly upwards through the elastic of my shorts, my body almost painfully unsatisfied as she silently picked up the tall glasses and carried them out to the poolside.

"I could swear even your cock is bigger these days, Mister Cuckold!" she grinned over her shoulder as she picked up two tall glasses and headed for the door, "It's becoming quite impressive! I knew you were born for this lifestyle!" I blushed. "Or am I just missing Steve...?"

With those parting words, she left me alone in the kitchen and I watched her lightly swaying, rounded feminine hips crossing the patio, her tight bikini barely adequate to cover her full breasts and buttocks. As she bent to place the drinks on the low table between her sun bed and Alice's, I noticed a large, distinct damp patch on the crotch of Carmen's dark blue bikini bottoms. The She-Devil had actually turned herself on by playing with me!

"So I'm not the only one with a weakness!" I said aloud before taking my own cloudy glass back out into the sunshine.

***

We spent the rest of the afternoon by the pool and on the long terrace, sunbathing despite the health risks. The terrace had been cleverly designed with a wide open front which opened onto the shared pool, but with a lovely, private bougainvillea-shaded section nearest to the large glass windows of the apartment's lounge. It was sunny but secluded, invisible from the pool and most other areas apart from the balcony of the villa next door where apparently our persistent observer was staying.

My role was joyfully subservient, bringing drinks to both the girls and of coursed helping to rub in sun cream in strategic places at strategic times. I was loving it, especially when I saw the looks both Alice and to a lesser extent, Carmen were getting from the other residents -- envy from the women, blatant admiration from the men.

Several of the younger boys began to play in the water close to where Alice was lying. They were obviously showing off and tired of the game quickly when they realised Alice wasn't going to react to their rather juvenile performances. I found this endearing, but then noticed that two young men, probably in their very late teens or early twenties, had started to swim, sunbathe and pose more discreetly where they believed the girls could see them.

One of them was the boy from next door and I was shocked to see just how well built he was for a young man. Clearly spending a lot longer in the gym than me or even Alice, his body was simply ripped with powerful shoulders and arms above something very close to a six pack. His swim shorts were tight and barely concealed the huge bulge within.

"That's Mitch," Carmen said softly as I poured yet more drinks, "he's a Junior Olympic swimmer. His parents own the villa next door but they're splitting up and it's been sold."

"That's too bad." I replied.

"He's here with his Mum for the last time. She's got a new boyfriend so he gets left on his own a lot. He's a bit awkward with the girls... pity!"

I watched as she went back outside and talked briefly with Alice. The two of them giggled; Carmen was clearly trying to persuade my wife do something. This made me immediately suspicious but at the end of their chat they both drew their sun beds along the terrace until they were in the secluded sun trap near the large glass doors and slightly out of my field of view.

"Mister Cuckold...?" 

I heard Carmen's cheeky sing-song voice calling me and felt a tingle in my tummy. What mischief were they up to? I went through to the lounge and out onto the terrace through the large doors to find the two girls lying full length on their backs on the sun beds.

They were both topless!

I stood stunned. Not since our first pre-kids holidays had I seen my wife go topless in public.

"Alice!" I said in horrified astonishment. She burst out laughing then Carmen did too.

"Honestly! Come ON!" she gasped when her giggling had subsided, "You're happy to watch me being fucked by Steve but you're shocked when I show a bit of bare boob?"

I saw her point and blushed which made them giggle again.

"We're on the private terrace anyway," Carmen joined in, "there's no-one who can see us and it feels so good to lose the top and get brown boobs once in a while."

I smiled, suitably chastised. "So did you call me just to show me your breasts?"

Carmen grinned mischievously. "It was me that called you. Your sexy wife needs sun cream on her front and I thought you might like to rub it on!"

"Carmen!" Alice exclaimed in amused astonishment.

"Give the boy a treat," she insisted, "after all, he's brought you all the way here for... well, you know what for!"

"Well, OK..."

Alice blushed and smiled then lay back on her lounger, her eyes closed in the hot sun, her arms behind her head. Amused, I picked up the bottle of sun cream and knelt next to her, squeezed a goodly portion onto my hands and began to rub it into my wife's smooth skin.

Her body beneath my fingers was simply incredible. Carmen was certainly right; my wife had never looked this good in all the time I had known her. Her long, slim legs seemed even longer as she stretched out on the towel, her tummy toned, athletic and already browning, the pale underside of her arms contrasting beautifully with the darkness of her shoulders and face.

Working in slow, smooth circles and with many pauses for more cream, my hands travelled from her bikini line, over her belly button and along her sides. I paused below her tiny, pointed breasts and rubbed cream into her arms before returning to her wonderful chest.

"What are you waiting for, Mister C?" Carmen asked softly.

I squirted more cream into my hands and began to massage my wife's wonderful breasts. Alice gasped at my first touch, then moaned a little as my fingers first cupped, then kneaded her small pointed globes, working from their pale, tender underside to the darker nipples which immediately hardened. I squeezed them gently, then more firmly, my hands slippery on her smooth pale skin.




Journey into Cuckoldry - High Five



"Is that enough?" I asked after a good few minutes more massaging than was strictly necessary.

"Mmmm," she, sighed, "why didn't I think of this yesterday? Thank you CB."

"My pleasure!" I replied, loving her open use of my Cuckold nickname. I rose to my feet and started to walk back to the apartment.

"Just a minute, Mister C!" Carmen's voice stopped me as my hand touched the sliding door. I turned round, "Do you want me to burn? You're not finished here yet."

Realising what she wanted, I looked towards my wife, my eyebrows raised in a silent request for permission. Alice, who was grinning like a Cheshire cat, just grinned wider at my embarrassment and shrugged then lay back on the sun bed with her sunglasses over her eyes. I noticed her nipples were still erect as I knelt next to Carmen's sun bed and lubricated my hands with cream once again.

Carmen's womanly body was equally wonderful but so different from my wife's. As I worked the cream into her tummy, my fingers sank a little into the softness that formed her sensual curves, and as I worked my way upwards to her arms and shoulders, I was very much aware of the extraordinary sexuality she effortlessly exuded.

Where Alice's body was firm and toned, Carmen's was soft and pliable. Where Alice was bony, fit and almost boyish, Carmen was full figured, almost voluptuous without being at all overweight. The contrast was so marked that by the time I was finally ready to massage her breasts my cock was in full, obvious, undeniable erection and as my palms made first contact with her substantial globes, its head began to peek uncomfortably out of the leg of my swim shorts.

"My, my Alice. It looks like your Cucky Boy needs a bit of release," Carmen said archly, May I...?"

Alice laughed then quickly looked around to see if we were being observed. "Be my guest!"

Carmen reached across with both hands and eased my swim shorts down over my constrained erection and down my thighs to my knees. My erect cock broke free instantly and slapped stupidly against my lower belly.

"That's better," she said, lying back on the sun bed, "now where were we?"

I quickly looked around I case there was anyone to see my naked erection but Carmen had been right. The only place that overlooked the secluded corner of the terrace was the balcony of next door's villa and that was empty. I was safe so, kneeling mostly naked but completely erect, I began to massage the sun cream into Carmen's breasts.

It was an amazing experience. Full chested and overtly sexual, Carmen's breasts made Alice's bare chest look like a boy's. They rolled and squashed incredibly under my fingers before firming to my touch as my slippery hands fought to cover their pale skin with cream, and when I began to apply cream to her large, dark nipples they grew tight and hard, their teats pointed and, compared to Alice's, simply enormous. 

I barely noticed Carmen's hand casually stroking my erection as I rubbed her naked breasts, but when her fingers dived between my thighs and grasped my tightening scrotum, I suddenly realised how incredibly aroused I had become and, almost too late, what was surely about to happen. 

"Excuse me..." I stammered, abandoning the sun cream and leaping to me feet in preparation for making a dash for the lounge doors. Cumming on the terrace with my shorts round my knees would be too humiliating even for a Cuckold like me! I had to make it inside!

But I hadn't bargained for the effect of having my swimming shorts so low however and after two steps I fumbled, staggered and tripped, finally making it to the door, much to the girls' amusement in time to dash into the bathroom and finish myself off messily across the mirror.

How embarrassing!

When I returned to the terrace a few minutes later having cleaned the tell-tale semen smears off the wall and mirror with a tissue, I was somewhat shame faced but at least now had a decidedly flaccid and better behaved penis. Carmen and Alice were still stretched out on their backs, breasts fully exposed to the sun.

"Better now?" Carmen asked. 

I turned and grunted in reply, still pink-faced, but as she grinned at me and lay back on her bed, I couldn't help noticing the large dark moist patch on her bikini panties between her thighs. It most certainly had not been there before I had massaged her.

Wet panties twice in one day! Carmen was a sexy minx indeed.

After refilling their glasses, I joined them on the terrace on my own separate sun bed. As I lay back on the damp towel, I noticed that the balcony next door was no longer empty and that a tall, well-built young man was doing some rather showy exercises there on his own. It was Mitch, the Junior Olympian. He didn't seem able to keep his eyes off the two bare-breasted girls next to me -- though they were both almost old enough to be his mother . 

To my surprise, his gaze seemed especially drawn to my wife's small breasts, the nipples of which were, I noticed, still erect even now. I wondered if she had noticed she had an audience but through her sunglasses it was impossible to see where, if anywhere, she was looking.

Had I been a more 'normal' husband I might have become angry and remonstrated with the Peeping Tom despite his youth and muscles. Instead, as a Cuckold I felt proud -- and more than a little aroused - that a young good-looking lad should find my wife so very sexy.

I looked across at Alice who lay motionless, her breasts darkening almost as I watched, and noticed a small but definitely fast-growing damp patch in the crotch of her red bikini panties too. Like Carmen, she most certainly had not been damp there even after I had massaged her breasts.

She was getting aroused before my eyes. Hmmm.

We swam, sunbathed and read books and magazines for the rest of the day, all three of us tanning noticeably in the warm sun. Both the girls replaced their bikini tops before going to the pool which was a relief because it seemed that whenever they went for a swim, so did Mitch, our secret observer from next door. When they returned to their topless sunbathing, he appeared either on the balcony, or on one occasion 'going for a run' across the end of our terrace.

I had to admit, he did look very fit and strong in his tight fitting running kit. I can't imagine the girls failed to notice it too.

As the day cooled a little, we went into the apartment, showered and changed then, glass in hand, watched the sun go down over the mountains before having dinner together in a small rough-and-ready bar on the beach, a few miles from the apartment. 

I have to admit I felt great, walking barefoot along the sand hand in hand with two gorgeous women. Alice had dressed in a loose white cotton dress which showed off her light healthy tan to perfection and beneath which I could tell she wore no underwear at all -- something she was increasingly doing at home too. 

Carmen wore the equally short but tight black cocktail dress that I had seen her in before. Apart from matching her dark hair and gypsy eyes, it accentuated her curves to perfection. They were both stunning in their different ways and I told them so.

Spanish restaurant hours are late so it was well gone midnight by the time we returned to our bedroom and Alice and I kissed Carmen goodnight. It had been a lovely evening but, as she donned her sleep shorts and loose top, I could tell my wife was preoccupied.

"Are you very disappointed?" I asked as we pulled the light sheet over ourselves and turned off the light.

"Hmmm?"

"I mean I don't think either of us expected bedtime to be like this two nights in a row, did we? Are you finding it difficult without Steve?"

She breathed out heavily. "I suppose I am, yes. I hadn't realised just how much I was looking forward to... you know... to being fucked by him again. It's feels like it's been such a long time. What about you?"

I loved the emphasis she had unconsciously put on the word 'fucked'. It made me tingle inside.

"I'm disappointed too," I told her truthfully, "though I wouldn't want everyone to know I'm disappointed that I can't watch my wife cheating on me with another man."

She laughed. "That's what your Best Friend Carmen has done to us!"

We lay side my side for a few moments before a thought crossed my mind.

"If you're feeling horny I could try and fuck you now," I offered, "with a condom of course, I know you want to stay clean for him and..." 

"Thanks," she interrupted, "but I'd rather save myself for Steve when he comes. I love you very much but it's just not the same with you as when he fucks me." 

There! She had used the 'f' word again. Wonderful! 

"I'd rather wait another day than risk being..."

"Disappointed?" I filled in the word for her.

She nodded. "Sorry, but it's the truth. It will make the fucking better for all three of us -- maybe all four -- if I'm really, really ready."

Another 'f' word! She must be very frustrated indeed!

Alice paused, staring into the darkness, her mind clearly picturing all she wanted to feel when her lover arrived. Mine was too although I didn't say anything.

A moment later she breathed out one long sigh and rolled onto her side. To my surprise, I felt a small delicate hand lowering the front of my shorts and light fingers began to stroke my tummy. 

"If you need a little help though..." she said.

My cock automatically rose to meet her fingers and for a few moments she stroked the sensitive ridge beneath my shaft, then took my erection fully in her fingers and began to pump me in slow, gentle strokes.

"Alice, you don't have tooooo!" I began.

"Shhh! It won't be long..." she whispered, tightening and loosening her grip on my shaft as she would sometimes tighten and loosen her vagina around me when we made love, "...before you get to see me... being fucked... by Steve...again..."

"Ooooh! That's nice!" I sighed. Her hand rose from the very base of my shaft where my scrotum was tightening quickly to my smooth rounded head which was already swelling.

"His cock... deep... in my cunt..."

"Oh God, yes!"

"Thrusting... into me... so, so deep..."

I could picture the scenario in my mind clearly as I had had seen it in real life, three times now.

"Faster and faster," she said, her hand on my cock suiting her actions to her words, moving swiftly up and down my shaft, "making me wetter and wetter..." 

"Mmmmm!" I breathed, feeling the heat of impending climax building between my thighs and spreading down my legs as her voice surrounded me with vivid images.

"Making me hotter... making me cum... and cum... and cum... calling his name... "

Her hand was moving quickly now, the room full of soft slapping noises as her fist struck my pubic hair over and over again as she tormented me. I could picture her with him, her breasts bare, her dress bunched round her waist, her thighs spread wide, his bottom going up and down between them...

"He's fucking me... harder and harder... faster and faster... he's going to cum in me... fill me with his seed... knock me up...!"

"Oh yessss!"

The heat in my belly was running fast down the inside of my thighs and up into my chest as in my mind I saw Steve's thrusting become wild, uncontrolled... Alice screaming at him to cum inside her... to knock her up... his buttocks tightening... her legs grotesquely wide as her body shook in orgasm... his hoarse shout of triumph as he began to ejaculate... his semen cascading into my wife's body... his sperm wriggling and writhing within her... working their way through her pulsing cervix... seeking the egg in her womb... breaking through its surface... fertilising it within her... her belly swelling with his child...

Total Conquest... Total Conquest...

And then my own cock erupted in a cascade of sticky, slimy fluid which spurted over my lower belly and chest, my cock pulsing, throbbing in Alice's increasingly messy hand as she kept on pumping me right through my ejaculation, gripping me hard as if milking every last drop of the precious semen from my body, holding my softening cock tightly in her hand long after my ejaculations had ceased before finally releasing its flaccid shaft to the warm night air.

"Oh my God, Alice!" I croaked, my chest and throat tight with the dying spasms of my orgasm as I lay breathless, panting on the bed. "That was amazing!"

"Feeling better?" She asked as she wiped her hands on a tissue from the box by the bed.

"Much better," I admitted, "You're amazing too."

"Two hand jobs in one in one day," she smiled, "perhaps you're not such a useless lover after all..."

I frowned.

"Yes, I did see what Carmen was doing to you," she added.

There was no malice in her voice and I smiled at the tease.

"Are you sure I can't...do something for you?" I asked again, still panting a little.

"Let's save it for tomorrow and let Steve give me a proper fucking. You'll enjoy it more too."

Another 'f' word. The poor thing must be desperate.

"Ok," I replied, "and thank you, Hotwife Alice."

"Goodnight Cucky-Boy!" she said, kissing me on the forehead and rolling onto her other side, facing away from me, leaving me with a pool of gooey mess on my tummy but a glow in my heart.

"Let's hope tomorrow night is all you want it to be." I whispered before cleaning myself up and falling asleep alongside her.

Chapter 6 -- Six of the Best! -- Will be published very soon. 



Journey into Cuckoldry - Legs Eleven



"You're sure she didn't say who else would be there?" my lovely, unfaithful wife Alice asked as we drove across town towards the house where our friends Carmen and Steve lived.

"All she said was that she was arranging 'a gathering' as she called it and that it wouldn't be complete without us," I replied, "I know it's infuriating but she's as much your friend as mine. You could have asked her!"

We drove on in silence for a few minutes before Alice continued.

"She wouldn't tell me anything about it. When she makes arrangements just with you it usually means she's up to no good. She planning something; take my word for it."

"If you're right then you're going to have a good time, anyway!" I smiled. 

I really didn't know any details about the event to which we had been invited only two weeks ago but, if Carmen's track record was anything to go by, Alice was quite right; the She-Devil had been scheming, a surprise was in store for us both and it was a racing certainty that my sweet innocent wife would finish the evening with another man's sperm swimming around inside her. Just whose sperm it would be that evening was for the moment a mystery but made the prospect all the more exciting.

I could tell Alice was both intrigued and excited at the prospect of a mysterious encounter. Her sexual frustration had been increasing slowly but surely ever since our return from Spain over a month ago and by now my own prowess in that department had become woefully inadequate.

I glanced across at the lovely woman sitting demurely in the front passenger seat of our MPV, the same vehicle in which at Carmen and Steve's hands we had embarked on the Journey into Cuckoldry that had taken us so far and provided so much pleasure.

As I slowed down for traffic lights, I looked in the rear view mirror. There were no vehicles behind but merely looking reminded me vividly of how on that first night I had watched my wife being expertly seduced in that very same back seat by Steve while his scheming wife Carmen kept me occupied in the front with her hand inside my trousers.

Neither Alice nor I had made much effort to resist the assault on her fidelity and within forty-five minutes I had watched my wife go from harmless, giggly tickling with an old friend right through to full scale penetration and insemination by him in front of me.

Since then our so-called friends had manipulated us so successfully that we were now firmly established in a Hotwife & Cuckold lifestyle. So far this had involved my wife being fucked half senseless several times by Steve and, most recently, by a young Olympic swimmer friend of theirs called Mitch.

The evening's dress code was 'casual' but of course no woman would take the risk of being underdressed in any social situation, let alone one in which she might be meeting a new lover. Alice had taken great care over her appearance, starting with a visit to the waxing salon the previous day followed by a lengthy hair stylist appointment and the selection of some new particularly attractive new lingerie to wear underneath one of her current collection of dresses. 

She looked absolutely stunning in a close fitting, short white sleeveless summer dress that she now wore with a soft red belt around her waist, sheer skin-coloured hold-up stockings, the tops of which were tantalisingly just visible under her high hemline and high red killer-heels. Her long blonde hair fell over her shoulders and had been brushed by me until it shone before being secured by a red band that set it off to perfection. Add to that a natural tan and the lightest-looking make-up and her looks could kill! I felt proud to be married to such an amazingly attractive woman, however unfaithful she had already been and, we both hoped, would be unfaithful again in only a few hours' time.

"Are you ready?" I asked smiling.

"Do I look ready?"

"You look stunning," I answered truthfully, "Steve won't know what hit him."

She beamed at me.

"And you're sure you're ok if..."

"If you get fucked again? As long as it's what you want then it's what I want. Just let it happen and enjoy it. You know I will."

"You're a very special person," she whispered, kissing me on the cheek then quickly checking her lipstick in the sun-visor's mirror.

Seconds later I pulled onto the driveway where three cars were already parked. Our friends' cars were there as expected but there was another unfamiliar vehicle too; a grey estate car and as I helped my sexy wife out of the passenger seat, I noticed the unmistakeable paraphernalia that always accompanies a small child in the open rear of the car.

Who did Carmen know with a small baby, I wondered as Alice and I stood nervously on the threshold and rang the doorbell? I felt her hand slip into mine and squeezed it reassuringly.

"Excited?" I asked.

"Very," she replied, "it's been a long time..."

"Alice! Mister C! Come in!"

My wife's words were cut short as the door opened and there stood our devious friend Carmen who greeted us very warmly and ushered us into the house. I entered behind my lovely wife with more than a little trepidation, wondering what wickedness the She-Devil had in store for us this time. 

Carmen herself looked simply stunning in her short, figure-hugging black dress which appeared to highlight the tiny bump that was forming in the region of her tummy. I tried to calculate how many weeks pregnant she must have been and realised it was about time she began to 'show'. Her hair shone and her skin glowed in the way many pregnant mothers seemed to blossom and the sheer sexuality of the woman struck me like a blow.

Taking Alice by the arm, she steered us through the hallway and into a large, airy lounge which opened onto a bright, sunny patio. In the centre of the room stood three people, glasses in hand, chatting in an animated and slightly nervous manner. Steve was immediately recognisable of course but there was another couple too.

I stopped in my tracks. It was Julie and her husband Gary; the lovely pregnant woman I had first met in the coffee shop with Carmen then bumped into again in the supermarket. Alice and I had seen the two of them in the cinema with our friends.

Of course I knew from my conversation with Carmen that Steve had successfully bedded Julie at least once in front of her husband, adding another 'Total Conquest' to their list; a list on which Alice and my names featured prominently.

I stared at the couple with my mouth open; if anything, Julie had grown more confident, more assured and more attractive since I had met her in the supermarket. Dressed in a dark blue cocktail dress even shorter than Carmen's, she had eschewed the tights or stockings that Alice preferred and her long, surprisingly shapely legs were bare and displayed to perfection. The dress was tight as well as short but with a looser, pleated hem that rose tantalisingly high as she moved, but not quite high enough to reveal her panties. It made her distinctive, round baby bump even more obvious although the brightness of her eyes, the sheen on her short dark hair and the way she almost glowed with fecundity would have made her pregnancy obvious to all women and all but the most stupid of men.

I wondered whether this heightened sexuality was the result of any further 'dates' with Steve following her first seduction but of course knew better than to ask.

"You remember Julie, don't you?" the She-Devil smiled impishly.

"Of course I do," I replied, bending to kiss the offered cheek, "how are you?"

The smile on Julie's face was broad and genuine as if delighted to see a familiar face in an unfamiliar situation. There was a twinkle in her eye too as she replied with feeling.

"I'm great thanks. We're great I should say," she added stroking her bump affectionately. "Did you get all you wanted after I left you?"

I grinned back wondering whether the innuendo in her question was deliberate.

"Can anyone ever say that have everything they wanted?" I replied equally ambiguously.

She paused and looked straight into my eyes, her pupils large and her expression mischievous.

"Carmen was right about you."

There was a moment of silence during which it struck me just how extraordinarily attractive this pregnant young woman was. Then Julie grinned and laughed.

"You haven't met my husband, have you?" she indicated the handsome man to her left.

I turned and shook hands with Gary. Despite having seen him in the cinema, I was surprised at just how good-looking he was close-up. Nearly as tall as me and obviously fit, his well-tailored trousers and plain open-necked shirt showed off his toned body remarkably well. It wasn't hard to see how Julie might have fallen for him and for a moment I was relieved that I had been to the gym that afternoon and taken time over my own appearance.

"Hi. Nice to meet you," he smiled a little warily, taking my hand in his.

His grip was surprisingly strong, though why I should have expected the handshake of a new cuckold to be any weaker than my own remains a mystery. For a few seconds we seemed to sum each other up; me wondering how he really felt about his wife's recent infidelity and whether his cock really was as small as Carmen had described. 

Did the two of them have any idea that Alice and I knew so much about their recent downfall? 

Did they know just how far down the road to cuckoldry Alice and I had travelled too?

Was he like me, puzzled about Carmen's plans for the evening and seeing me as a possible lover for his young wife? After all, Steve was already in the room and paying my own wife rather a lot of attention.

Our mutual inspection was brought to an abrupt end by Carmen who brought us both champagne then led Gary away to meet Alice who greeted him politely but clearly resented his intrusion into her conversation with Steve.

"Well Mister Cuckold," the She-Devil asked when she returned to my side, "have I surprised you again?"

I laughed, "I've given up trying to second guess you. It's best just to go with the flow."

" A wise idea," she grinned, "but I think you'll be pleased. Your lovely Alice is in for a real surprise. There might even be a treat for you this time too!"

I watched bemused as she picked up a freshly opened bottle and re-filled our glasses, then announced.

"It's a lovely evening so I thought we'd eat on the patio."

There was a murmur of approval and we all began to drift towards the open patio doors. As she stepped over the threshold I saw Julie stumble a little and heard Gary whisper to her.

"Watch the champagne, Jules." 

She gave him an angry look. 

"I'll be careful," she hissed, "just make sure you look after me, ok?"

I smiled as I realised they had come with the same expectation Alice and I had; Julie wanted to get fucked and Gary would help make it happen. But just what the sexual dynamic was supposed to be was unclear. With Gary a brand new cuckold, me an established one and Steve the only acknowledged Stud present, was he planning to have both our wives in the same evening? Perhaps even in the same room? At the same time? My tummy twisted into knots at all the possible combinations and I felt myself hardening in my pants.

Outside the sun was still shining and the air was warm. The garden was neat and colourful and in the middle of the patio a large glass-topped table was set for... seven? 

"Someone's still to come?" I asked Carmen, my eyebrows raised.

The She-Devil flashed me one of the most mischievous looks I had ever seen.

"Wait and see, Mister Cuckold!" she whispered and went to talk to Gary in a hushed voice.

For a moment I stood alone in the doorway watching the group. Carmen and Gary were head to head in deep meaningful conversation. Carmen was flirting with him and teasing him outrageously, touching his arms and hands and fixing her eyes on his. 

Every so often Gary's eyes would flash guiltily across to his exceptionally pretty pregnant wife who stood with Alice talking to Steve. The two girls were flirting lightly with him as if neither wanted the other to know just how well Steve knew them and their bodies, while at the same time watching each other carefully as if trying to sum up the other's attractiveness and perhaps move that little bit territorially closer to the lover they both knew they had shared.

Steve seemed amused by the whole situation.

"Um...Hi!"

"What? Oh!" I spun quickly round.

The voice behind me was soft, young, masculine, rather nervous and shook me from my reverie with a start.

"Mitch!" I exclaimed in genuine surprise.

The young man standing uncertainly before me was if anything even more impressive than the last time I had seen him in Spain. Tall and powerfully built with a young and handsome face, his trained swimmer's muscles were clearly defined through his tight-fitting polo shirt and his strong legs and tight buttocks displayed to perfection by expensive faded jeans.

For a moment I was taken aback, then remembered how he had looked then, naked from the waist down, leading my freshly seduced wife away from the secluded patio to the bedroom. There he had efficiently fucked her several more times throughout the night leaving me with a sore, exhausted but deeply satisfied spouse to bring back home on the plane the next day.

For a moment both of us realised that we hadn't seen or spoken to each other since he had so spectacularly and successfully cuckolded me and I could see the sudden fear and uncertainty in his eyes.

Had Carmen told him we would be here? Had she reassured him that I had actually wanted him to seduce my wife and take her so comprehensively; that I was happy about it and not now murderously after his blood?

"Mitch, darling..."

I will never know the answer because at that moment Carmen noticed him, left Gary half way through a sentence and moved in, greeting the new arrival enthusiastically.

"I'm sorry, the train was late..." he began but Carmen cut him short.

"You're not late! We've only just come outside and..." she pulled his ear closer to her mouth and I heard her whisper, "well, we couldn't have started without you, could we?"

How very young he looked, I thought as Carmen took him by the arm and steered him slowly around the group, introducing him first to Gary then Julie and finally guiding him towards the corner of the patio where Steve and Alice were still talking and flirting, unaware of the new arrival.

I will never forget the expression on Alice's face when she turned and looked her most recent and most successful seducer straight in the face. Surprise, astonishment and open delight were quickly followed by embarrassment, fear and finally a flash of sheer animal lust. Her knees quite literally went weak and she leaned slightly against Steve before his strong arm steadied her.

I had never seen my lovely wife respond with such utter adoration and desire to anyone or anything either before or after that moment. Whether Steve or Julie noticed it I couldn't tell but Carmen most certainly did because, as Mitch bent to peck my wife on the cheek, she flashed me a look that I can only describe as triumphant, her dark eyes ablaze.

The introductions now made, we enjoyed a few more drinks as we chatted; well, Carmen, Gary and I chatted while Alice fawned over Mitch and Julie hung from Steve's arm in a possessive manner. By the time dinner was ready, Alice had drunk rather more than usual and was decidedly tipsy, as was Julie who, she said, 'wasn't used to alcohol'.

Carmen's plans for the evening became clearer as she sat us at table. I was amused to see that, despite the way the evening was likely to end, she had still stuck to the usual conventions of an English dinner party. Being the hostess - and being Carmen - she insisted on sitting at the head of the rectangular glass table, with Gary and me either side of her. Julie sat next to me; Alice sat next to Gary and Mitch and Steve positioned themselves on the end, each next to the lovely woman he had last fucked.

The food was delicious, the wine was excellent and the next two hours passed in light, amusing conversation. At first glance, an outsider might never have guessed which of the three lovely women was married to which good-looking man but no-one could have missed the strong sexual frisson in the air or Gary's obvious nervousness.

My own concentration was severely distracted by the activities going on at my side and under the glass-topped table throughout the meal as the two studs began what was obviously going to be the easy seduction of their female neighbours right under their husbands' eyes.

Once I had helped serve dessert and Gary had brought the coffee, the light was fading quickly. Steve had turned on the patio lights and heater an hour earlier, and extra candles had been brought to the table. The previously round-table conversation took on a more intense, intimate edge and within a short time, Carmen, Gary and I had been politely but firmly excluded from the four-way seduction that was now taking place alongside us.

Flashes of discomfort passed over Gary's face as his pretty wife's attention became more and more fixed on the two studs, her back now increasingly turned towards her husband. Alice's body language mirrored Julie's but this apparent rejection no longer bothered me. After so long as a cuckold, I saw it for what I hoped it was; the prelude to a wonderful sexual experience for us both.

It wasn't long before brandies were being sipped and the intimate hand-touching that had been taking place above the table throughout the meal became stroking and fondling of thighs below the glass, accompanied by the raising of already-high dress hems until both girls were showing tantalising glimpses of new and expensive lingerie. 

A short while later, the group of four had become two distinct couples. Judging by her body language, Alice was clearly completely smitten by Mitch; the provider of what she had told me was the best sex of her life. Her eyes were on his, their pupils huge and black; her hands brushed against his arms and her partly open thighs rubbed against his legs. Below the glass, his strong young hands caressed her thighs closer and closer to her groin though I noticed he kept shooting me rather nervous sideways glances.

Across the table, Julie was totally entranced by Steve who, thanks to Carmen's storytelling ability, I knew had recently given her the first orgasm she had ever experienced; a certain amount of fascination on her part wasn't hard to understand. Julie's voice was high and giggly, as if hanging on his every word. Much bolder than Mitch, Steve's right arm had long ago snaked around her back and casually fondled her breast and a short while later his left hand became invisible under the pleated hem of her dress. Judging from the change in expression on her face and the sudden silence that descended, I guessed he had started to finger her beneath the table.

Carmen of course had been trying to keep Gary and me occupied with bright, slightly risqué conversation throughout the meal and as the seductions progressed, she redoubled her efforts. 

Gary was clearly still very unsure and kept looking across anxiously at Steve and Julie, visibly trembling but doing nothing to interfere with the seduction taking place alongside him. It was a feeling I knew only too well. Julie by now had completely turned her back on her husband and was breathing slowly, her head resting on Steve's shoulder. Steve was whispering sweet nothings into her ear while his confident hand continued its work beneath her dress with increasing results, if the almost inaudible soft moaning that my ears occasionally caught was anything to go by.

As night began to fall, Carmen took charge once again and after a word or two of firm persuasion, Gary and I stood up and began to clear the table, leaving the four lovers to take things forward with a little more privacy. 




Journey into Cuckoldry - Legs Eleven



The two girls made half-hearted offers to help which Carmen politely but firmly declined and the two 'couples' drifted off, completely engrossed in each other, to different parts of the large, partly illuminated garden. Julie's arm was through Steve's and I saw Alice take Mitch's hand in hers as they disappeared into the shrubbery. 

Julie was so engrossed in Steve's company that she appeared completely unaware that the rest of the world existed but just before Alice and Mitch went out of sight, my wife flashed me a quick look and silently mouthed the words:

'Thank you!'

A warm glow came over me that helped soften the familiar anguish; that unique mixture of pleasure, pain, massive arousal and severe jealousy that brought that bittersweet flavour to the cuckold's life.

"I think we're in for a good evening," Carmen's voice at my elbow was low and conspiratorial. I nodded.

"I think you're right. Are you enjoying seeing your plans working so well?"

"Of course. But I might just have a little surprise left up my sleeve too," she replied enigmatically.

I knew better than to ask what that surprise might be; all I could do was wait and see how the She-Devil planned to torment me this time. Or maybe tonight it was Gary who would feel the full force of her scheming.

"How's Gary taking it?" I asked.

"He's nervous as hell. Doesn't know whether to attack Steve, run away and hide, follow them and masturbate or try and seduce me in revenge. He's in the kitchen making some extra coffee. No one wants any but it's keeping him occupied. If all else fails I'll have to get a bit more... intimate with him"

The feeling was very familiar to me and was in a strange way part of the agonising pleasure of cuckoldry. I had felt it many times; indeed was feeling it now to a lesser extent. The memory of how I had fingered Carmen in our car that first night washed over me, followed quickly by vivid images of the look, smell and taste of her vulva that night in Spain when I had brought her to orgasm with my mouth.

Carmen obviously had similar memories because she gripped my arm tightly and whispered.

"He's not going to get as far as you did, Mister Cuckold. Not while I'm pregnant anyway. I'm a one-man girl, remember?" 

At that moment, the man in question joined us on the patio with a tray of coffees. I noticed his hands were shaking a little as he poured out three large strong cups. Carmen must have noticed too because she made rather a fuss of him, praising his coffee-making skills, his physique and choice of clothes. 

I thought she was a bit over the top, but Gary responded well, probably pleased to have anything distract him from what might be happening in the darkness of the garden. Apparently satisfied with her efforts, Carmen then excused herself to go and 'make things nice for them' leaving we two cuckolds together on the patio in silence. 

"Is this the worst part for you too?" Gary eventually asked anxiously.

"Sometimes it's the most exciting part," I replied after a moment's thought, "especially when you don't know if it's going to happen or not."

He snorted. "I don't think there's any doubt tonight, do you?"

"Perhaps not. But we don't know where or how, or even who for certain," I said with some enthusiasm.

"We know who it won't be though," he grunted. "Don't you ever get jealous?"

"All the time," I answered honestly, taking a long slow sip of my coffee, "but that's all part of the thrill."

"I suppose so..." he replied but there was still uncertainty in his voice.

There was movement to our right and two silhouettes emerged from the darkness. Gary spun round nervously, his nerves on fire but then seemed to relax a little when the powerful, triangular shape of Mitch became visible along with Alice in her distinctive short, white dress. They were holding hands, their bodies so close together that they kept rubbing against each other as they strolled towards us.

They looked a beautiful couple; although my wife was more than a decade older than her soon-to-be lover, her slim, svelte figure easily matched his athletic form in both grace and movement as they stepped onto the patio.

To my amusement, Mitch couldn't look me in the eye as they passed only feet away but Alice had no such problem. Her slim, sexy frame brushed against me as they passed and I saw her mouth the words 'I love you' before slipping something furtively into my hand. She looked happy and excited, glowing with overt sexuality and covert arousal.

"I love you too!" I mouthed in return.

I watched the couple walk slowly through the open French windows and into the house, briefly encounter Carmen in the lounge then pass through into the hallway and out of sight.

So it was beginning, I thought. Alice was back with the best lover she had known and would soon once again be reaching those amazing orgasms that she craved. My tummy churned with the now-familiar mix of jealousy, arousal, anger and fear that made the cuckold's life both heaven and hell.

"Are you ok?" Gary asked quietly.

I nodded then became aware of the little bundle in my hand. I opened it and was amused to see my wife's new panties rolled into a small ball. They were damp. Instinctively, I raised them to my nose and inhaled deeply, filling my head with the strong, musky, slightly acrid smell of the woman I loved, massively aroused. 

"Alice says you can watch if you want to," Carmen's voice at my elbow was low and husky, "she'll leave the door open so you can see but Mitch is nervous about you actually going into the room with them."

"Are they upstairs?" I asked, my heart thumping at the thought of seeing my wife with that well-endowed young man again.

"In the guest room. Remember it?"

I did indeed remember, the bulge in my pants making it obvious to the She-Devil whose hand gently squeezed my swelling groin.

"Enjoy yourself," she murmured, "Mister Cuckold!"

I downed my remaining coffee in one gulp then followed it with what little brandy was left in my glass before turning to the astonished and anxious Gary.

"I hope you... have a good evening," I said softly then turned and went back into the house.

"Good luck!" he called after me.

Although I had tried to sound confident and experienced with Gary, my tummy was full of butterflies as I nervously climbed the stairs. The lights were out on the landing and all but one of the bedroom doors closed, but through that open door a rectangle of soft yellow-orange light was cast onto the carpet. Just beyond the edge of the patch of light stood a single hard-backed chair facing into the room from which the soft murmur of low voices and noises was emerging.

The chair was in darkness; it was unlikely that the occupants of the room could have seen it even if they hadn't been concentrating on 'other things'. There could be no doubt what Carmen's intention was. I crossed to the chair like a zombie, sat down facing into the open doorway and stared into the softly lit room.

It was indeed the guest bedroom. A large double bed stood against the wall opposite the door in a position no home owner would have chosen. There was no privacy; its entire mattress and any activity on the bed would be clearly visible to anyone outside the door. The bed was covered in fresh white sheets with a neatly folded duvet on a chair against the wall. On either side of the bed and on the dresser a series of large, round, heavily-scented candles glowed romantically in the darkness.

Carmen really had set the scene well. Had my wife still been able to offer any vestiges of resistance, the atmosphere in the room would have melted them away in an instant. Her seduction, though always a near-certainty, was now guaranteed; indeed was well in progress as her current state of undress made clear. 

Wasting no time, Alice and Mitch were at the foot of the bed, my wife's sweet face raised to her lover's. Their mouths were pressed together; their hands were active on each other's bodies. Alice was slowly and systematically unfastening the buttons on Mitch's shirt while he fumbled for the zipper on the back of her dress. Finding it, he drew it downwards slowly and lingeringly then slipped the dress forwards, baring her shoulders and exposing her small, satin-covered breasts as she revealed his impressive chest and arms. 

Their lips still joined, Mitch's hands snaked around Alice's back, fumbling for the clasp of her bra without success. She pulled away giggling, raised her hands to her breasts and opened the clip between the two cups. Mitch grinned and whispered something into her ear as she slipped out of the bra, leaving her tiny breasts to hang free in the warm air of the room. From my chair on the landing I could see her nipples were already dark and erect. 

Mitch stepped back as if to admire her bared breasts, then dropped to his knees in front of her. His head descended and he took each tiny globe one by one into his mouth. The effect on Alice was profound, her head fell backwards, her long blonde hair fanned over her now-naked back and shoulders and she ran her fingers through his hair as he sucked and nibbled at her hardening teats.

His hands stroked her back and her bottom then his fingers slowly lowered my wife's dress from where it bunched at her waist, down her slim legs to the floor, leaving her standing before him dressed only in stockings and high heels.

Alice moaned loudly as her body was finally fully exposed, pulling Mitch's face into her breast with both hands as if feeding him but the expression on her own face was like nothing I had seen as she had fed either of our kids. 

Mitch's lips released her nipples and began to descend across her flat, toned tummy, over her navel and down to her groin. I gasped briefly when I saw the complete absence of hair between my wife's thighs. Clearly the waxing salon had been busy; Alice's vulva had been hairless before but this degree of preparation for her hoped-for seduction made it clear just how desperate to be fucked she had become. 

The thought brought a keener edge to the erection already straining in my pants; my heart thumped in my chest as the young man pressed his face into my wife's groin. For a split second I saw his tongue dart forwards before it disappeared out of sight. A moment later, Alice's head fell back and her knees bent slightly as he found his target between her thighs. Her hands flew to his head, her fingers tangling in his hair and she pulled his mouth firmly against her crotch as she began to moan loudly.

I knew very well how susceptible my wife was to the pleasures of oral sex and that even the clumsiest lover could soon bring her to orgasm with his tongue. Her arousal increased rapidly as Mitch tongued her but before a climax could be reached, she took his head in her hands and lifted his mouth away her groin, drawing him to his feet before dropping to her knees in front of him. Her hands deftly unfastened the boy's belt, flicked open the button on his trousers then lowered his zip before pulling the garment down to his ankles. A moment later his briefs followed and my wife pulled back in surprise as his huge, semi-erect cock burst forth towards her face.

"Oh fuck!" I gasped hoarsely as I saw once again the huge size of the young man's penis.

Alice seemed equally amazed and for a moment just stared spellbound at the monstrous and growing appendage that all three of us expected to shortly invade her body. Her fingers rose slowly and she tentatively touched its end. It twitched and appeared to grow even larger. She touched it again, grasped it in her fist where it looked at thick as her wrist then before I could register what was happening, her mouth closed around the huge, smooth, rounded end and her fingers gripped the monstrous shaft as she began to suck, massage and lick her young lover's cock.

"Impressive, isn't he?"

Carmen's voice at my shoulder took me by surprise.

"She's really up for it tonight. Even I feel tempted by that young man!" she continued. I turned and stared at her.

"But..." I protested.

"Oh don't get me wrong, he's not getting into my knickers. Not tonight! All the same..."

She let the words fade and we watched as Alice's hands slipped round to cup Mitch's firm, athletic buttocks. Her head bobbed back and forth as she fucked him with her mouth in a way I had never seen before and certainly never enjoyed myself. It was clearly something she was good at too because within a minute, Mitch had raised his eyes to the ceiling and was sighing loudly.

"Oh! Ali that's sooo good!"

I saw a broad smile cross my wife's face but her rhythm remained unbroken. Her right hand slipped downward to cup the boy's scrotum while her left gripped his shaft, working its full length as her mouth addressed the tip and sides of his huge, smooth end. 

"She's turned into a first class cocksucker as well as a first class fuck!" Carmen whispered into my ear. "You should be proud of her, Mister Cuckold."

However cruel her words, Carmen was definitely right if the look on Mitch's face was anything to go by. His eyes tightly closed, his hands in her long blonde hair, he swayed gently back and forth, moaning as, still on her knees, my wife expertly worked his youthful erection.

"That boy doesn't know how lucky he is." Carmen said under her breath.

A moment later, the lucky boy must have realised his older lover was bringing him too close to ejaculation because he stilled her head with his strong arms and pulled his erection gently from between her lips. Alice sat back on her heels and smiled up at her seducer who carefully unwrapped her fingers from around his cock, took her hand in his and gently raised her to her feet.

They kissed long and lovingly, mouths wide open. I suddenly wondered if the boy could taste himself on my wife's lips then, as he began to back her to the bed, Carmen spoke to me commandingly. 

"I hate to tear you away," she said softly, "but you're needed downstairs.

"What?" I asked, dumbfounded, my eyes fixed on the bed where my wife was being lowered submissively onto the clean white sheet.

"You have a job to do. A very pleasant job but you need to do it now!"

On the bed, Alice was lying on her back, her hair fanned out over the pillow, her legs opening wide as her young lover stripped off his remaining clothes to reveal an even more impressive physique than I remembered. Her freshly-waxed vulva positively glistened with lubrication, her outer lips already puffy and parted, her fiery red slit clearly visible and inviting.

"But they're about to..." I protested.

"There'll be plenty more to see, trust me. Now remember that treat I promised?"

I nodded.

"Well this is it, Mister C. A fellow cuckold needs your help!" 

Carmen took me firmly by the arm and led me downstairs, looking over my shoulder at the bed where Mitch had now climbed onto the bed and was kneeling between my wife's open thighs, his erection huge, dark and intimidating. Alice's arms reached out to stroke his chest and shoulders as he manoeuvred himself into place. His hips dropped, blocking my view me but from the sudden expression on her face, I guessed he was rubbing his tip up and down her angry slit, searching for her entrance.

But I was to see no more because the turn in the stairs unsighted me and Carmen's firm grip marched me inexorably onwards. 

"Oh my God!"

My wife's astonished voice followed me down the stairs. Mitch must have penetrated her, his massive, intimidating erection entering her sweet body for the first time since he had seduced her in Spain. 

"Oh! Oh Mitch! Gently! Gently! Please!"

Jesus! Just how big was the boy? 

"Yes! Mmmmmmmm! Yes!"

Her voice became fainter as finally we reached the lounge. Presumably above us, my wife's body was adjusting to the monster cock that must now be impaling her. For a moment I felt angry at having missed her final surrender but as Carmen guided me firmly towards the open lounge door, my attention was switched intently to the activity in the room I had so recently left.

The lights had been lowered and more candles had been lit; as a scene for seduction it resembled the bedroom upstairs and could hardly have been better. The room's occupants had clearly wasted no time in taking advantage of this and, as I passed through the open door, the sight before me made me freeze. 

There on the rug, the lovely, sweet, innocent Julie was kneeling on the floor before Steve as my wife had knelt before Mitch. His semi-erect cock was in her mouth and she was sucking on it clumsily as if it was the first time a man's erection had passed her lips - which of course it might well have been. Steve's hands were caressing her sweet head, expertly guiding her mouth as he slowly rocked forwards and backwards, gently fucking her pretty young face.

Her sexy, tight-fitting dress was in a heap on the floor, leaving her naked apart from a set of skimpy, new white silk lingerie which had already received Steve's expert attention. Her bra had been flipped up over her milk-laden breasts, exposing them crudely but effectively. Her thong remained in place, lying tightly between her buttocks; half hidden from view, her naked and obvious baby bump bulged forwards over her bent knees as she inexpertly sucked the cock she so obviously craved.

"It's time to do your stuff, Mister Cuckold," Carmen whispered, gripping my arm even more tightly and steering me towards the sofa.

"You mean..." I whispered, unable to believe my ears.

"I mean it's time to show us just how good you are with that mouth of yours!"

"Now?"

"Right now, she's about ready for you!"

I stared at the couple on the rug. Julie appeared all but oblivious to my presence and to that of her husband who I noticed was standing motionless against the wall. His eyes were fixed on his lovely pregnant wife as she sucked a man's cock for the first time.

"Don't just gawp at her Cucky-Boy, strip off and get licking!" Carmen hissed.

Obeying her command, my eyes still fixed on the sofa, I took off my clothes quickly and clumsily. Sensing movement, Steve turned his head and looked me straight in the eye. He smiled, his eyes twinkling. A moment later he stopped rocking and stilled Julie's head, pulling his huge erection from between her lips. She raised her big, wide, dreamy eyes to his with a look of sheer adoration on her face. 

"That'll do!" Carmen said softly as I stood only in my shorts and socks.

I obeyed again and watched as Steve gently placed his fingertips under Julie's chin and raised her face towards his. Her mouth was open, a little line of dribble running tantalisingly from her lips to the head of his cock. Steve took her hands in his, raised her half way to her feet then turned her to sit in the centre of the sofa. Kneeling before her, he eased her legs apart and moved between them. A moment later his lips were on Julie's, their tongues clearly deep in each other's mouths as his hands deftly unfastened the clip on her bra and slipped it forwards and away. Her full breasts burst free, their nipples large and dark. 

Even from where I stood I could see tiny droplets of milk at the end of her long teats but then Steve's mouth was on them, suckling, licking and teasing as Julie's fingers ran through his hair, clasping him to her breast. Her thighs opened and closed around his waist and her head fell back in pleasure and delight.

I felt Carmen's hand on my upper arm, guiding me closer to the aroused couple and forcing me down until I was kneeling alongside Steve next to Julie's spread thighs. A moment later Steve's mouth had moved from her breasts to her belly and was tracing a line of kisses down her front and across her navel where he suddenly paused.

"Go on," Carmen urged, "it's your turn now!"

I turned to stare at the She-Devil. She grinned wickedly back at me, her eyes overflowing with mischief.




Journey into Cuckoldry - Legs Eleven



"I said I had a treat for you," she whispered, "how often do you get to take a girl's oral virginity, Mister C?"

"But..." I stammered, my cock now painful in my shorts.

"I've told her how good you are. Don't let me down!" she interrupted and pushed me towards the space between Julie's open thighs that Steve was just vacating.

I stared at the beautiful, innocent-looking girl before me, taking in the widely spread slim thighs, the swollen belly, the full breasts still leaking milk, the damp patch across the pale triangle of her thong. 

Nervously I lowered my face to her panty-covered crotch and inhaled. The heat of my breath on her inner thigh made Julie tremble visibly but she didn't seem to have noticed that it wasn't Steve between her legs any more. I inhaled again, feeling the scent of a highly aroused woman fill my head and chest. She smelled sweet; sweeter and cleaner than either Carmen or my lovely wife but with a dark slightly acrid undercurrent that made my heart beat faster. I insinuated the index fingers of both hands under the elastic waistband of her thong; she moaned softly then very gently and slowly I began to ease them down over her soft smooth buttocks.

"Nnnn Noooo!" she moaned, her hands reaching for her groin.

Steve's strong hands took her fingers in his.

"Shhhh!" he sooth, "just relax and enjoy it Jules!"

"But I've never..." she protested weakly.

"Then it's time you did!" 

His voice was low, smooth and sexual; even I could feel his seductive power as she stopped fighting and nervously allowed me to slip her panties along her thighs, over her knees, toes and drop them in a ball on the floor. Her vulva was now fully exposed only inches from my face; she tried one last time to hide her modesty but her legs closed harmlessly on my shoulders.

"Relax Jules," Steve repeated hypnotically, stroking her shoulders, arms and rounded belly as I manoeuvred myself into place. 

"But I'm not clean..."

"All the better," Steve assured her, "you're going to love it!"

He kissed her on the mouth as I looked at the vulva so completely exposed before me; the swollen outer lips, the dark pink gash between them, the soft, smooth dark tangle of pubic hair that had obviously recently been trimmed; the glistening lubrication oozing from between her inner lips.

She was indeed ready!

I lowered my mouth to her slit, pausing to breathe warm air on its dark core before drawing my tongue in a long, slow stroke along the crease at the top of her thigh, between her leg and her puffy outer lips, first along her left side from her buttock to her hip, then the same on her right. I felt her body go tense; rigid as she grabbed Steve's strong, steadying arms.

"Oh my God!" she gasped, her hips writhing in front of me though in truth I had hardly touched her.

My tongue bold and pointed, I licked around her vulva again, along its puffy outer lips and below the base of her slit where the tip of my tongue flicked over the base of the cleft between her buttocks. 

"Hhhhhhhhh" she sighed, wriggling slightly as my tongue retraced its path around her wet red gash.

I gently drew its tip across her slit, feeling the heat of her aroused body and the sharp, slightly metallic taste of the juices that were beginning to flow freely from her.

"MmmMM!" I heard her moan loudly. Her soft thighs closed momentarily on the sides of my head.

"Did I hurt you?" I whispered, breathing hot air on the exposed nub which twitched before my eyes.

"No... No... but please... be gentle..."

"I promise," I mumbled into her pubic hair, inhaling the wonderful growing aroma, so very different from my own wife's.

I licked her again, this time spreading her lips so that the tip of my tongue could find the tiny space between her inner and outer lips and tickle her there. I could feel the coarseness of her pubic hair, several strands of which had entered my mouth but I didn't care. Her pelvis tilted, moving away from my face a little and I leaned forward to follow it, licking and tonguing as we moved together, her vulva pressed against my mouth, her hips rocking slightly from left to right.

"Ohhhh..." she moaned my name softly, "don't stop don't stop..."

I traced the outline of her slit with the tip of my tongue one more time then began to pay special attention to the collection of fleshy parts at its apex. Her hood was large; very large and I toyed with it for a while, circling it with my tongue, lapping its underside before drawing it easily into my mouth and sucking it gently between my lips, taking care to keep my teeth covered. 

She began to whimper softly as I kept on circling and sucking, circling and sucking; the taste of her juices changing, becoming sweeter and more liquid. I closed my eyes, feeling her smooth thighs on either side of my head, rocking me back and forth as I licked and tongued her.

I could hear muffled voices from above and behind me; Julie's dreamy, half-intoxicated murmur; a man's confident tone; a woman laughing; another man half in tears.

A moment later I pulled back a short way and placed my thumbs carefully either side of her reddening hood. The stimulation temporarily paused, Julie's body went still and I gently pulled the flesh of her outsize hood back to expose the hot sensitive hidden nub. She moaned as her tight skin stretched; a second later her precious core was revealed. 

I stared. Without a shadow of doubt she had the tiniest clitoris I had ever seen, either in real life or in pornography. Barely a few millimetres across and very dark pink in colour, it had been completely shrouded by its rather meaty hood and protected from all but the most persistent assault.

In the normal course of penetrative sex, it would have been all but impossible to stimulate. It was no surprise that her husband's attentions in bed had failed to arouse her enough to reach orgasm. It was a tribute to Steve's size, patience and amazing technique that he had delivered her very first climax at all, let alone without oral stimulation to help.

But it was my turn now!

Drawing her hood back with both thumbs, I blew gently on her dark, open slit again then leaned forward and drew the flat of my tongue in a single stroke from beneath the base of her slit, along the full length of its dark dampness and firmly across the tiny exposed nub of her clitoris stimulating it directly for perhaps the first time in her entire life.

"JESUS CHRIST!"

Her voice rose in a shriek and her hips slammed upwards into my face, forcing her slit hard against my teeth. Her thighs clamped hard on my ears as her hands flew to my head where they grabbed handfuls of hair.

"OhmyGod! OhJesusChrist!" she gasped, "What... what... what are you doing?"

Julie's voice was all breath as she gasped the words. The force with which she held my head and hair was painful but I noticed she didn't push me away too hard.

"I told you he was good!" Carmen's voice was low and seductive, "just lie back and let it happen. 

"But..."

"Shhh!" Steve's voice was soft. He held her hand tightly and smiling, nodded to me.

A second later I had repeated the motion, drawing the rough surface of my tongue across her newly exposed and stimulated clitoris a second time. Julie literally shrieked in shock and surprise, her thighs clamping hard on the sides of my head again. I tongued her a third, then a fourth time, dipping my tongue into her weeping vagina and exploring the full length of her slit before returning to the tiny hard nub above.

"OhhhhHHHHHHH!"

The orgasm that hit her robbed her of breath and almost broke my neck as her legs gripped my throat hard enough to choke me, her heels dug sharply into my back and her vulva was rammed hard enough against my mouth to cut my lip against my teeth.

"Yes!" I heard Carmen's triumphant voice close by.

Ignoring the discomfort, I pressed on with my task, raising her hood still higher, insinuating the tip of my tongue underneath then delving deep into her vagina once again. I could feel Julie's juices, hot and sticky, running down my chin and onto my neck, the powerful aroma along with her frantically writhing body making me half dizzy.

I swapped my hands round so that I could hold her hood high using the thumb and forefinger of my right hand then slipped the long middle finger of my left deep into her vagina, curling it upwards in search of her g-spot, all the time, working my tongue on and around her slit. She was tight, but oh so wet and my finger slipped easily into her right up to the third knuckle.

"Nnngh! Nnngh! Nnngh!"

Julie convulsed at my touch, her body thrashing from side to side and up and down, one hand firmly gripping Steve's strong arm, the other tangled in my hair, pulling me hard against her until I was sure she would soon pull out a handful. Inside her body, my finger flexed, seeking the rough patch that I hoped would take her even higher. If it was there, it was tiny. I slipped a second finger alongside the first, feeling her tightness and stretching her around my knuckles as my tongue returned once again to her tiny nub.

"Nnngh! Nnngh! NNNNGH!"

Julie's sweet, pregnant body was tiring, the stream of orgasms taking their toll.

"Please... Please... can't... can't take... any more..."

Carmen's hand was quickly on my shoulder.

"I think she's had enough, Mister C! It's her first time; bring her down gently!"

I slowed my probing fingers to a halt then gently withdrew them from Julie's dripping, red-rimmed vagina and lifted my face from her slit. My lips and nose were numb from so much tonguing and my face was wet and sticky with her juices but I felt so good!  

I, Mister Cuckold; the man whose wife was even now upstairs climaxing at the hands of a younger, better lover ; I had brought a beautiful young woman to climax. It didn't matter that it had been with my mouth and hands, or that I would never have the chance to fuck her with my cock. All that mattered was that I had done what was expected of me and, it appeared, done it well!

I sat back on my heels looking at the spent body on the sofa before me. Julie's legs flopped sideways and her head lolled onto her right shoulder as her full breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing. As I shuffled away on my knees, I noticed a large dark patch on the cushion beneath her bottom where her juices had flowed liberally.

Steve quickly took my place, flipping her left leg onto the sofa, laying her head on a cushion and spreading her thighs wide. He mounted her unresisting body quickly and unceremoniously, entering her with a few short sharp strokes barely three feet from where I knelt. His cock was thick, dark and intimidating but it wasn't until it was buried its full length in her vagina that Julie's body reluctantly began to respond. 

But when it did respond, it responded quickly and a handful of powerful, purposeful strokes later she was panting and moaning with renewed if exhausted passion.

"You did a great job," Carmen whispered in my ear as she crouched next to me, "I'm proud of you!"

I smiled broadly at this praise from the She-Devil, nursing my swollen upper lip where Julie's bucking, orgasming vulva had struck me forcefully.

"I think you've missed most of the performance upstairs though," she said, taking my arm. I rose a little unsteadily to my feet as she added: "If you're lucky you might just catch the finale!"

She nodded towards the ceiling and as my head stopped spinning I understood what she meant. From above us the thump-thump sound of rapid thrusting was clearly audible, along with a woman's voice moaning long and low. Mitch's comprehensive fucking of my wife was clearly building up to the only natural conclusion it could reach. As I listened, the thumping grew faster and faster and Alice's voice rose higher and louder, short sharp squeals emerging with every loud crash.

"Go on," Carmen urged, "Get up there now!"

I looked at the sofa where Steve was thrusting into Julie's exhausted body in long, steady strokes. Her arousal was rising by the second despite her post-climactic state and once again I was amazed at the extraordinary sexual talent of the man; a talent I could barely dream of possessing.

"Do you want to miss it all? Mitch is good but he's inexperienced. He won't last in a cunt like hers forever!" 

Carmen's crude words brought me to my senses and I half ran out of the room just as Julie's rasping, desperate voice announced the arrival of a massive vaginal climax to match the clitoral orgasms I had just given her. 

"Oh God! Oh fuck! Fuck me!"

Her voice followed me as I ran from the room and up the stairs towards the unmistakeable sounds of my own wife reaching a shattering orgasm.

My chair was still in its place on the landing, just out of sight of the lovers. I was panting as I reached it, leaned heavily on its back and stared into the room where the fucking was reaching a crescendo.

In the soft candlelight, my wife Alice was on her hands and knees, still in her stockings, her hair loose and wild hanging over her face like a curtain. As I watched, she threw her head back, her face a picture of wild-eyed ecstatic torment. Kneeling behind her was her young lover Mitch, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he slammed his body into hers hard and fast like a jack-hammer, his pace frenzied and violent. 

Having seen him naked and hard in Spain, I knew just how impressive his erection was and could barely imagine the damage his monstrous cock must be doing within my wife's vagina. From the expression on her face, she couldn't take much more.

"OhmyfuckingGod! OhmyfuckingGod!" 

Alice sounded drunk as another of God knows how many waves of climax pulsed through her body. Her head rose, her eyes rolled up towards the ceiling and an inhuman howl passed her lips.

"Ohhhhhhooooowwwwwww!"

Suddenly her arms gave way underneath her and she fell forward face down on the bed. Mitch's body followed, forcing her legs wide apart and pressing her hard into the bed sheet as he thrust relentlessly into her helpless body. 

"MmmmmNnnnngggghhhhhh"

This new position must have stimulated an even more sensitive part of her vagina because her voice soared even higher. Her eyes flew open wide, her mouth matched them and within seconds all sound was choked off as her body shook uncontrollably in an immense final climax.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" I heard Mitch grunting then my wife's voice crying, begging, 

"Enough! Please! Cum now! Cum nowwwWW!" 

Above her I saw Mitch's face grimace and contort and his body convulse as the first spasm of his own orgasm hit him and a split second later he began to cum deep in my wife's vagina, thrusting himself violently into her body as his spasms began. 

"Oh Fuck! OH Fuck! Oh Ali!" he croaked under his breath, as his body began to twist and jerk. 

I held tightly onto the chair for support as, once again, another man begin to inseminate my sweet, lovely wife, filling her helpless, unresisting body with his live, active sperm. 

Mitch's body seemed to twitch and spasm for an age as his ejaculation continued. I tried to picture the ropes of sticky semen cascading into her, spurting against her cervix but my bewildered mind couldn't cope. I couldn't even find it in me to feel the usual cuckold mix of jealousy, envy and anger as this younger, stronger, more virile man crudely thrust my marital rights aside and claimed my wife's body for his own. All I could do was lean heavily on the chair and watch it happen.

Eventually the thrusting slowed and stopped. Mitch lay on top of my battered wife, sweating, his face pink with exertion as the weight of his body crushed hers into the rumpled sheet. The muscles on his powerful shoulders were bunched and impressive, as were his upper arms. Knowing what I did about the size of the erection that was at that moment softening inside her, it wasn't hard to see why my wife would choose this energetic, youthful lovemaking over a mating with me.

The boy raised his head and stared through the open doorway. I wasn't sure whether he could see me as I stood in the darkness but he showed no sign of recognition as he slowly withdrew his flaccid cock from my wife's well-used vagina and raised himself to his knees between her spread thighs.

Alice remained motionless face down on the bed, the rising and falling of her back as she breathed the only sign of life. His job for the moment done, I watched Mitch run his fingertips lovingly down her long, slim back and small, tight buttocks, the gentleness of his touch in sharp contrast to the violence of their copulation. 

He leaned over her and kissed her between her shoulder blades, then in a line down her spine, mumbling soft nothings under his breath. As his lips reached her lower back, Alice raised her head from the bed and smiled, dazed but contented. She turned her blonde head to the side to meet Mitch's lips as he leaned low over her again. 

They exchanged a few words and kissed again, slowly and lovingly.

"It looks like everyone's happy!"

The low voice alongside startled me; it was Carmen who had sneaked silently up the stairs and who now stood close by me, the only one of us still fully dressed.

"The boy looks happy, your sweet innocent wife is certainly happy and," she slipped her hand into the front of my shorts and squeezed the almost painfully hard erection barely contained within, "and of course, Mister Cuckold is happy too if this is anything to go by!"

"We will have to keep an eye on those two, though," she continued, "we can't have them falling in love, can we?"

I looked back into the bedroom where the two lovers were now lying close together, my wife's golden head resting on Mitch's muscular chest as he stroked her hair and her flat, toned tummy with his fingertips. There was a look of sheer adoration in her eyes which was not unusual after a fucking, but this look went far beyond anything I had seen when she had been fucked by Steve. For the moment at least, my wife was lost and, from the self-satisfied smile on Mitch's young face, he was pleased with the result of his efforts. 

Who could blame him? Who could blame her? For the first time in our new lifestyle, I worried that I really could lose my wife to another man. My stomach churned like never before, I felt sick but also massively aroused at the thought.

As if sensing my unease, Carmen released my erection and slipped her hand in mine.

"Don't worry," she whispered, "you won't lose her. We just have to remind her of what she really, really wants!"

"What... what do you have in mind?" I mumbled.

Carmen's eyes positively twinkled in the darkness.

"Leave it to me, Mister Cuckold. The night isn't over yet; not by a long way!"



Journey into Cuckoldry - Perfect Ten



It was another bright Sunday morning, two days after Alice and I had seen Carmen and Steve going into the cinema with their new potential conquests, Julie and Gary. The kids were at their usual soccer practice so we had taken the opportunity to go to the gym together. Alice had booked her favourite spinning class while I had intended to spend an hour working out in the weight room. 

Since our descent into the Hotwife and Cuckold lifestyle, I had felt driven to at least try and keep pace with my wife's increasing fitness and athleticism. The effect of our new lifestyle on her body had been amazing. Always good looking, she was now simply stunning in a lithe, toned, slightly androgynous way that caught the attention of most men that she passed, though she still seemed oblivious to this. 

At the risk of sounding conceited, the results on me had been satisfying too. Never really overweight, I had toned up and beefed up to the extent that even I noticed the looks I sometimes got from a small but pleasing number of other gym users, to my astonishment both male and female.

Of course far from wanting an affair myself, my motivation was entirely focussed on maintaining the interest and attraction of my lovely and increasingly unfaithful wife but it did me no harm to feel attractive from time to time.

That morning I was looking forward to an hour on the weights while Alice worked up her usual Sunday morning sweat but my plans were thwarted as I left the men's changing room in my gym kit, towel in hand and bumped almost literally into a hot, perspiring Carmen in the corridor.

"Sorry..." I mumbled then suddenly exclaimed, "Carmen!"

"Hi," she replied, smiling broadly then, after looking around to check for anyone nearby added, "Good morning, Mister C. Have you just arrived?"

I nodded. "Alice will be out in a minute. Are you doing the spinning class?"

"Not today; Steve's taking me clothes shopping." She leaned closer. "Not that I can buy anything yet!" 

Her hand lightly touched her tummy and I understood. Carmen was less than two months pregnant and didn't want her husband to know until she had gone through the tricky first twelve week period. Buying clothes now would be foolish, knowing that in a few short weeks they wouldn't fit her any more.

"So what will you do?"

"I'll stick to lingerie, I reckon," she smiled, "that normally makes him happy. Oh look!"

Along the corridor, Alice was rushing out of the ladies' changing room, towel and water bottle in hand, looking a little flustered. Carmen waved and smiled at her but was answered only by a brief wave, a finger pointing to her watch and a hand sign clearly meaning that she would call Carmen later. Carmen replied by grinning and mouthing 'OK' before turning to me.

"Fancy a quick coffee before you go into the gym?"

I looked at my own watch but knew as I did it that there was no way I was going to decline a one-to-one conversation with the She-Devil; certainly when it was less than two days since I had seen her and Steve in the cinema with their latest intended conquests, the sweet, pretty, pregnant Julie and her husband Gary.

I ordered a large Americano for Carmen and a Diet Coke for myself then joined her at a small table by the window, trying to appear casual and relaxed but very eager to hear how the evening had gone.

"Well?" I ploughed in after she had sat down, unable to contain my curiosity, "how did it go?"

She looked at me with a puzzled expression but her twinkling eyes gave the lie to her apparent innocence.

"Julie and Gary," I continued, "we saw you at the movies on Friday." 

"Oh, that!" she replied infuriatingly casually.

"How did you get on? Did you get your Total Conquest?" I dropped my voice to avoid being overheard but there was so much chatter in the coffee bar that we were safe. 

"Well you could say that rain stopped play," she shrugged enigmatically. I looked at her puzzled; she laughed, "Don't look so disappointed!"

"You don't mean that Steve finally met a girl who was immune to his seductive powers," I laughed, remembering how easily he had seduced my own wife.

"Oh no, she's wants him all right; more than ever after Friday. We're going to get there; there's no doubt about it now."

"Then tell me more, She-Devil," I chuckled, leaning forward so make sure I heard every word. Carmen leaned towards me conspiratorially; I don't think I've ever seen such a look of mischief on her face.

"OK, Mister C," she began, "If you saw us you'll know things were going very well by the time we got to the cinema." 

I nodded my agreement. "It looked as if you were all getting quite friendly."

"And so we were," she continued, "I was driving so the others were all a bit tipsy. Not so much with Julie because of the baby, but even she had had a couple of glasses of wine."

"And as predicted was responding well to Steve's attentions?" I asked.

"Oh yes!" Carmen smiled.

It was easy to imagine. My own sweet wife had been something of a pushover for Carmen's good-looking, persuasive husband, taking less than forty-five minutes in the car to go from innocent giggling fun to deep penetration and eager insemination, and all while I had watched her submission in the rear view mirror.

"And her husband seemed to falling under your spell too," I added.

"You men do like a bit of flattery too, don't you?" Carmen grinned. "Anyway we all went into the theatre and sat together. I made sure the boys were on the outside and that Julie was next to Steve."

"Meaning you were between her and her husband," I mused, picturing her 'divide and conquer' technique. "I suppose you were all on the back row like a bunch of teenagers? That's a bit corny, but I like it!" I teased her.

"That's where you're wrong, Mister Cuckold," she countered. "The back row is very over-rated. What you really want is to be in the row closest to the front with fewest people in it."

I looked puzzled again and she continued, "OK, Smartypants, during the movie, where does the light come from."

"From the front; the screen, obviously."

"Right, and where does it fall on you?"

"On your front, again obviously."

"So who can see your front?"

"Someone who's in... front... of... you..." the penny had dropped.

"Right again. All anyone behind you can see, even if they stand up, is a bit of silhouette. No-one can see what's going on at waist level, even if they look. The light from the screen is too bright."

There was no denying her logic.

"And of course you're more likely to get a row to yourself at the front, which is what we did; a full row to ourselves, three rows from the front. Perfect."

I was amazed; Carmen had made seduction more of a science than an art. Alice and I had never stood a chance against the cunning of this extraordinary woman. Thank God! I added silently.

"So how far did you get?" I asked, surprised at my own keenness to learn about another couple's fate.

Carmen leaned forwards to make sure she couldn't be overheard. I could smell the fresh sweat on her hot womanly body.

"Well, if you really must know, after surprisingly few objections, Steve eventually got her leggings down to her knees, her thighs apart and his hand well inside her panties."

"Wow!" I exclaimed under my breath, remembering how sweet and innocent Julie had looked pushing her buggy through the cafe. "Did she stop him? Or even try to?"

"She made a few half-hearted attempts but nothing serious. She didn't seem to know what was happening at first but pretty quickly found out how good it felt and in the end Steve gave her a good, long fingering."

"Oh my God! And all in public?"

"Yes indeed. There wasn't anyone close by though." Carmen thought for a moment before continuing, "I'm pretty sure she had a couple of little orgasms; I could feel her shaking a bit in her seat a couple of times, and there were a few wafts of that distinctive climaxing-cunt smell." My mind was reeling at the images flashing though it. "There's no doubt he would have ended up giving her a fucking to remember when we got them home."

"So why didn't he?" I asked impatiently.

"Hold on, Mister C," she scolded laughingly, "don't you want to know about Gary?"

"I kind of assumed he was receiving your attentions to distract him, like you did with me," I suggested, remembering how on that first evening, Carmen had used her hands on my groin to keep me on the very edge of climax for ages while her husband efficiently dismantled my wife's resistance behind me.

"Well you're right again, Clever Dick," she laughed, "but I didn't let him touch me like you did; not now I'm pregnant. I managed to open his trousers and play with him for quite a while." I must have looked puzzled because she added "Underneath the jacket across his lap." She paused as if considering something, "He really does have a small cock, you know. It's nowhere near as big as Steve's - not even as big as yours now I think of it. He's a really nice guy though and very good looking too but..." she left the words hanging.

"Did he realise what was going on?" I asked, starting to wonder whether she had discussed Alice and my downfall with any of her other friends - and hoping hard that she hadn't.

"Oh yes," she said confidently, "though he's trying to pretend to himself that he didn't. Remember that denial phase? You went through that too, didn't you?"

She was quite right again; for a while I had indeed tried to convince myself that my wife's infidelity had been an accident, beyond my power to control rather than face the truth that I had really wanted to watch her being fucked by another man and had been frozen; quite incapable of intervening in her rather easy seduction.

"So what happened then?" I asked impatiently. Carmen sighed heavily.

"Well it was a bit of an anticlimax," she admitted, "About fifteen minutes from the end of the movie, Julie's phone began to ring and ring and three text message came through from the babysitter. She was panicking, telling them that the baby back home was vomiting. That brought the whole evening to a premature close - in every way!"

It was hard to explain why I found this ending so very disappointing but thinking back, I felt devastated. Carmen must have seen the look on my face because she laughed aloud.

"You're disappointed? Imagine how we felt! We had to drive them home and let them go in alone." She shrugged, "Steve had to make do with me that night!" she grinned broadly then sat back and sipped her drink. I did the same, my eyes fixed on her mischievous face, my mind buzzing for quite a long time before I leaned forward again.

"Have you heard from them since? Was the baby ok?" I asked.

"Yes and yes," Carmen smiled, "babies do vomit as you know too well. There wasn't a problem at all but it did put an end to our evening."

"Will you try again?" I asked. Her eyes gleamed.

"Well, what if I tell you that Julie has invited us for supper tonight 'to say sorry for ruining the evening'. What would you read into that, Mister C?"

I smiled knowingly. "Total Conquest is on the menu once again?"

Carmen didn't reply; she just smiled her wicked, mischievous smile and I was struck once again by the overwhelming sexuality of the woman; like no-one else I had ever met. Alice and I really hadn't stood a chance against her and now, it seemed, neither did Julie and Gary.

***

I spent a rather unsatisfactory half hour in the weight room before Alice came to meet me from her spinning class and as we drove home together I told her about my conversation with Carmen. She went strangely silent and distant again, a condition that lasted throughout our showering and changing and continued until we began to make Sunday lunch together in the kitchen while waiting for our kids to be dropped off after their second soccer training of the weekend.

"Still feeling envious of Julie?" I eventually asked deliberately trying to provoke a response.

"What makes you think that?" she replied a little aggressively. In reply I just pulled a face at her and placed my fists on my hips in mock irritation. It worked; she laughed.

"Well if I'm honest, I suppose I am a bit," she confessed, "In a way I do wish it was me being seduced all over again and if I'm really, really honest, I do resent her getting all his attention."

I made to reply but she stopped me.

"I know, I know; it's not reasonable. I have you and there was Mitch of course but even so..." 

"Do you need Steve again now? Or maybe Mitch? Or someone new?" I asked, desperate for a clue as to what I could do to please the woman I loved so much.

"I don't know," she replied, her voice suddenly distressed, "I just know I really, really need to be fucked properly again, really, really soon!"

There was the sound of a car pulling into the driveway and a few seconds later the front door slammed shut followed by the kitchen door flying open and two dirty, sweaty kids burst into the room.

"Is it nearly ready yet, I'm starving..." the voice was young and male.

Alice gave me a look which was half pleading, half frustration. I smiled back at her and nodded. 

It was time high she had another 'date' and to be honest, I was ready to see her have one too.

But what should it be and how could I arrange it?

***

It had been hectic at work the following Tuesday morning but it had been the right sort of busy and I was feeling happy and positive as I nipped into the nearby supermarket during lunchtime to buy a few things for dinner and a bottle of something really special. I had planned a romantic dinner for two that evening to help cheer my lovely wife up after the kids had been fed and made ready for bed. 

It was now some four weeks since she had been fucked almost unconscious by Mitch in Spain and despite some of the best and most successful efforts I had made in my entire life to pleasure her sexually, she was increasingly unsettled and frustrated. 

Carmen had more than once teased that my wife was now addicted to huge cocks and massive orgasms. At first I had thought this was only a joke at my expense but then Alice herself had repeated the idea and seeing her current state of anxiety, I began to wonder if it was actually physically true. 

Certainly seeing Steve the previous weekend - the man who had first seduced her and started us on our descent into cuckoldry - in the early stages of seducing another young wife had made her even more unsettled though she had tried unsuccessfully to hide it from me.

As I pushed my trolley around the supermarket, my head was full of images of the last time I had watched her with Mitch, legs spread wide, her young lover's buttocks rising and falling so rapidly between her thighs they were merely a blur. Her fingertips were raking his back too as I recalled, and afterwards the sight, smell and taste of his semen oozing from her puffy red lips, her smooth slender thighs either side of my head as I lapped...

"Oh! Sorry!" I exclaimed as I rounded the corner of the aisle and collided with a pretty young woman who was trying to reach a packet from the top shelf while holding a small wriggling toddler in her trolley's child seat.

"It's ok," she replied frowning at the boy, "I don't suppose you could get that box for me I can't... Oh Hi! It's you!" she suddenly exclaimed. For a moment I was taken aback.

"Hi," I replied, my brain buzzing, trying desperately to work out who this lovely young woman was. Eventually I noticed the bump in her tummy and my memory finally saved me. "Hi. It is Julie, isn't it? I asked, relieved, "How are you?"

"I'm great, thanks," she immediately replied with a big friendly smile, "how are you?"

"Great too," I assured her, wondering why on earth it had taken me so long to recognise the girl that had occupied so many of my and my wife's thoughts over the last couple of days.

And then I understood it. Although it was undeniably Julie in front of me, it was a Julie barely recognisable as the Yummy Mummy of only a few days ago. 

Gone were the comfortable but dowdy dark leggings and long T shirt; gone were the sensible flat shoes. Instead she wore heels and a bright summer dress, short but not too short, but which displayed her surprisingly long bare legs perfectly. Her hair was the same short style, but with just that little more care and flair taken over its preparation. She wore more make-up too; only a little more but her eyes and lips were definitely better accentuated and there was a thin gold chain around her neck; a lot of little adjustments rather than one big change but put together, the overall effect was incredible.

But these superficial changes were trivial compared with the extraordinary alteration in her bearing. Despite the trolley, the baby and her bump, Julie now carried herself with a grace and easy confidence that neither of our previous encounters would have suggested existed. Her head was held just that little bit higher; her hips swayed just a little more; her eyes met mine with a new sparkle; her baby bump was carried with a hint of pride rather than self-consciousness.

Though still subdued, there was a new, distinct and clearly sexual aura about her that immediately reminded me of my own wife after her first encounter with Steve. It could only mean one thing; Carmen had been right; Steve had given Julie the fucking of her lifetime and she had loved it. 

"Are you ok?" she asked, puzzled and I realised I was standing with my mouth open. 

I laughed, embarrassed then mumbled something ridiculous and for a few minutes we chatted about the inconsequential things acquaintances use when they like someone but don't know enough about them to have a proper conversation yet.

It was quickly apparent that Julie was indeed a sweet, lovely girl and it took all my self control not to ask her straight out what Steve's fucking had been like. I managed to restrain myself however and when we parted, Julie mentioned that she and Gary had been invited to Carmen and Steve's house party in a few weeks and wondered if they would see Alice and me there.

"We've heard so much about you!" she added.

I blushed before replying that I hoped we would see them too and she pecked me on the cheek before heading towards the cash desks. As her face brushed against mine, she smelled of expensive scent but beneath it there was a faint but distinctive, earthy sexual aroma suggesting strongly that it hadn't been very long since a man's body had been inside hers.

I drifted towards the checkout with my mind spinning.

***

Alice was at her usual Body Pump class when I telephoned Carmen later that evening. The kids were watching television loudly in the lounge so I had the kitchen to myself. My plan had been to ask the She-Devil's advice on how best to arrange my wife's next date as she seemed to know our sexual desires even better than we did ourselves but my encounter with Julie earlier had left me full of questions to which I found myself extraordinarily eager to know the answers.

Knowing Carmen as I did, it was important I asked her 'the right way' so after our usual 'hellos' I tried to direct the conversation casually but without success so I was forced to take a risk and ask her directly.

"From what I saw this morning, I would guess that Sunday evening went well, or at least to plan," I eventually blurted out. Carmen's voice broke into a low laugh.

"Better than I had imagined possible," she told me softly, the tone of her voice sparkling and bright, "how on earth did you know?"

"Steve got as far as you predicted?" I asked in as ambiguous way as I could, deciding to keep at least one secret to myself.

"Oh yes, and much further," she replied. For some reason I still can't explain, this made me feel rather jealous.

"Tell me..." I urged, sitting forward in my chair. 





Journey into Cuckoldry - Perfect Ten



"Well... with all respect to you and your lovely Slut of a wife, I've never seen anything like it," she replied, the tone of her voice making it clear she wasn't exaggerating. "She put up a bit of resistance but Steve's very good at overcoming that as you well know."

Having watched him effortlessly and efficiently seduce my own wife, I did indeed know how persuasive Steve could be.

"Go on," I pleaded then added hastily, "if you're happy to of course!"

There was a pause at the other end of the line then a low chuckle.

"I don't normally kiss and tell," she scolded, "but you two are a bit special to us and I do trust you to keep a secret."

I felt ridiculously pleased at this, partly at her view of my own sincerity, but mostly to think that of all the married women Steve had seduced, he found my wife to be special, different from his other conquests. This filled me with pride at first then I immediately felt ashamed of myself. 

But I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity of hearing a good story so asked Carmen to wait a moment, checked the kids were still glued to the TV, closed the door firmly and listened to Carmen's erotic and hypnotic voice telling me about Julie's fall from grace.

***

It seems that Carmen and Steve had arrived at Julie and Gary's house around eight o'clock to find the baby already fast asleep and their hosts generally relaxed, though there was a certain buzz of anticipation as well as the aroma of cooking in the air. Carmen had dressed in the short black figure-hugging dress that I found so attractive on her. She laughingly told me she wanted to give it a last outing before she began to 'show' and everyone learned about her pregnancy. Steve had chosen the blue jeans and black shirt combination that he had worn to seduce my wife on one occasion and for a moment I wondered if he considered is his 'battle dress.' 

Julie had apparently been wearing a short dark blue dress with shoulder straps; a style Carmen had never seen her wear before and which looked brand new as if bought specially for the occasion. Her husband, though definitely handsome dressed in chinos and white shirt, had looked more than a little nervous but Carmen had found him polite, excited and also very attractive.

They had enjoyed their pre-dinner chat and drinks, talking casually as if the real reason for the evening didn't exist. Carmen noticed that Julie had once again taken one or two more glasses of prosecco than she would normally take; certainly more than usual during her pregnancy and as a result, the dinner that followed had been full of bright, cheerful conversation and light flirting in every direction.

The meal that Gary had cooked had been delicious; light but tasty and well worthy of the occasion. Steve and Julie had been placed next to each other as dinner protocol required and Carmen had noticed Steve fondling Julie's bare leg under the table, his fingers rising higher and higher up her thigh as the flirtatious chat grew more direct. From time to time she would half heartedly move his fingers back down towards her knee but, Carmen noticed, never off her thigh altogether and by the time the desserts arrived, Steve had managed to raise the hem of Julie's dress as high as her tiny white panties and slid his fingertips between her exposed thighs. 

She wasn't sure how much of this Gary had noticed but he had said and done nothing to prevent it and had been at least a little distracted by Carmen's fingers on his own thigh.

The dinner over, in a remarkable reminder of our own second seduction, Carmen told me how she had helped Gary clear the dessert dishes and accompanied him into the kitchen to help make the coffee. She had kept him occupied there for some time as she had done with me, rubbing against him 'accidentally' as she helped load the dishwasher, keeping him aroused but unsure where things were going. I knew only too well how effective Carmen's teasing could be and felt myself hardening as she spoke.

When they returned to the dining room they had found Julie and Steve standing facing each other behind her chair, their bodies close, their eyes apparently locked together in slow conversation. Julie couldn't see they had returned because her back was them but Steve knew clearly he had an audience. He had been holding Julie's hands in his but as Carmen and Gary drew closer, he had slowly and gently reached across to Julie's neck and slipped the thin straps of her dress over her shoulders so that they fell down her arms.

The dress immediately began to slip down too. Julie's hands rose quickly to her breasts to prevent them being exposed but Steve gently but firmly took her fingers in his and lowered them to her waist leaving the dress free to slip silently down to her gently bulging tummy until it bunched around her waist, leaving Julie standing in her tiny white bra. Her hands flew to cover her breasts but Steve gently but firmly lowered them to her sides. 

Julie's head was lowered as if embarrassed but she didn't object; she just stood there nervously, waiting. Then as they watched, Steve had placed a finger under her chin and gently raised her face towards his. A moment later he had bent forward to kiss her lightly on the lips. 

At first, Julie had frozen stiffly at his touch. He pecked her briefly again and her tension relaxed a little. He kissed her a third time, his lips remaining on hers until before their watching eyes, Carmen and Gary saw the tension drain from her slender body and she melted into the adulterous kiss, her bare tense shoulders and back relaxing in front of them.

"What did Gary think of that?" I asked, remembering how I had felt seeing my wife kissing Steve for the first time.

"He just whispered 'Oh my God!'" Carmen replied.

"Did he try and stop them?"

"No. I held his hand in case he lunged at Steve but he didn't. He just watched like you did."

"Did he say anything else?"

"No. I shushed him and told him just to stand still there and enjoy it! It was what he wanted isn't it?"

"It's confusing," I replied, "when it's happening, you don't understand whether you want it or hate it. It's partly why you can't do anything but watch."

"Well it was certainly what Julie wanted!" Carmen laughed down the phone before continuing her story.

Steve's hands had then appeared behind Julie's back and with impressive dexterity, unfastened the clasp of her bra. It fell forward and down her arms to the floor, leaving her bare-breasted, still with her back to her husband.

Sweeping her attempt at modesty aside, Steve hands had risen to her breasts and caressed them as they kissed, their bodies by then pressed tightly together in embrace. Carmen and Gary had been unsighted at this point but my imagination and memory told me that he would be toying with the tips of Julie's hardening nipples as he had with my wife's and I could easily picture how her face would look as she became more and more aroused.

Carmen's next words made me sit bolt upright in my chair.

"What did you say?"

"I said that then Steve turned her around until her back was against his chest and continued fondling her. She was facing straight towards Gary and me. Julie was looking straight into her husband's face as Steve played with her boobs right in front of him."

"Jesus! What did he do?"

"Nothing of course! Just like you did nothing! He froze stiff and gripped my hand so tightly it hurt me!"

"Well, what did Julie do?"

"She just seemed to stare at him helplessly. Her eyes looked sparkly and aroused but in a way she looked pleading, as if she was begging for Gary to step in and stop it all. I felt him tense then squeeze my hand even tighter but he still didn't do anything save her."

I nodded though of course Carmen couldn't see me. I understood Gary's position only too well; the incredible mixture of pain and arousal as a man watched his wife being seduced was dangerously intoxicating.

"When it was obvious he wasn't going to rescue her, Julie seemed to simply give up on him and give in to Steve. She closed her eyes, leaned her head back against Steve's chest and just let herself enjoy being touched."

Carmen paused for a moment then said ponderingly:

"It's amazing how hard and dark a pregnant woman's nipples can get when she's turned on," she paused, "I've seen it before. I wonder if mine will go like that!" 

My mind boggled at the thought of Carmen's large, womanly breasts when aroused but she went straight on with the next part of her story in which, before her husband's watching eyes, Steve's fingers had slowly descended from Julie's hard, pointed nipples, stroked her smoothly swollen belly as if caressing the baby inside, then proceeded down towards her groin, easing her dress gradually downwards as he progressed. 

As his fingertips brushed against her mound, Julie had gasped and involuntarily pressed her bottom backwards into Steve's hips as if to move her vulva away from his searching fingers but it hadn't worked. Steve had simply pressed his fingertips more firmly against her partly-covered mound as if testing her remaining resistance before grasping the sides of her body-hugging dress. 

"Oh God no!" Gary had gasped as Steve slowly slid his wife's dress downwards, stretching it over her baby bump then over her tight buttocks and slender legs down to the floor where it bunched around her high heeled shoes. 

I was amazed at the detail Carmen was putting into the story and realised how much of an impact her husband's latest conquest must have had on her. Could it be her own pregnancy making her more sensitive; more emotional?

"Surely Gary reacted then?" I asked, though I knew I had done little when Steve had first stripped Alice.

"Just listen, Mister Cuckold," she scolded, "play with yourself if you like but be patient and I'll tell you."

The story was still far from over. As he watched his wife being stripped, Gary had at first appeared to want to move towards the highly aroused couple but Carmen had slipped her hand into his groin and started to fondle him firmly through his trousers. The diversion, though crude, had worked and they had watched, Carmen amused, Gary spellbound as Steve's fingertips began to work themselves down Julie's naked front, stroking all around her swollen belly again before descending into the front of her tiny white panties. 

"Please don't..." Julie had hissed but there had been no conviction on her voice, indeed her legs had parted slightly to give his searching fingers easier access and his hands slipped deeper into her panties.

She had gasped as Steve began to touch her most private places and again looked deep into her husband's eyes as another barrier was crossed. But it was clear that no rescue was going to come from that quarter and a moment later Steve's fingers had plunged deep between her thighs and along her slit.

"Oh fuck! Oh Julieeeee!" 

Gary had made a weak attempt to move towards his rapidly yielding wife but his progress was easily halted by Carmen who gripped his hard cock tighter, massaging it in her hand.

Then Steve had calmly and deliberately started to finger Julie in front of her husband. Her soft, low moans and sudden breathy gasps had filled their ears as her seducer's hand explored all her panties had tried to conceal. Carmen had felt Gary's cock growing even harder in her hand as his wife grew more and more aroused, her knees trembling, her body leaning heavily against Steve's as his fingering grew faster and firmer.

A moment later he had lowered her panties the merest few inches until the elastic rested in the crease below her buttocks and her sparse, dark triangle of pubic hair was clearly visible.

"She was so turned on and wet that her panties had gone completely transparent. I could see her pubic hair glistening with all the moisture," Carmen insisted and the picture in my mind grew more and more vivid.

"How did Gary react now?" I asked, imagining how I might behave in his place and half wishing that it had been Alice and me in that room with Steve and the She-Devil.

"I didn't give him a chance to," Carmen replied, her voice full of mischief, "I just unfastened his belt and trousers and slipped them and his shorts down to the floor."

"Jesus! Did he like that?"

"You could say that," Carmen laughed, "he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of them straight away so he was only wearing his white shirt. His cock kept sticking out between the shirt tails. I think he thought I was going to suck it but you know there's no way that was going to happen. I just began to stroke again him as he watched. Remember how well that worked on you?"

I did indeed remember. During the first seduction in our MPV, Carmen's expert fingers had managed to keep me at the very edge of orgasm; within an inch of ejaculation for nearly three quarters of an hour while my wife was being stripped and fucked in the seat behind me. It was the most exquisite frustration in the world.

"He was rock hard from the start," she continued, "so all I had to do was keep him there." She thought for a minute. "His cock really is as tiny as Julie says but it did get incredibly hard."

"What did Steve do next?" I urged her to continue, my own cock now rock hard too.

"Well he kept on fingering her in front of us," she went on, "Gary couldn't keep his eyes off her. As soon as he started working on her clit, she got more and more turned on until her eyes flew wide open and she had a little orgasm right there, standing up in her heels."

"Wow!"

"Wow indeed! She was staring straight into her husbands' eyes as she came too. I could smell her climax it was so strong. It seemed to frighten her; maybe she really hadn't had an orgasm before."

"Jesus! What did Gary do then?"

"He nearly came on the spot. I had to give him the pinch to stop him spurting on the floor."

"Fuck, Carmen! Then what?" 

I was literally on the edge of my seat now as she told me how Steve had held Julie's trembling body upright until her first little orgasm had faded then had taken her in his strong arms and carried her upstairs, placing her on her back on the marriage bed, still in her wet panties and heels. 

Carmen had led Gary upstairs by his hard cock, absurdly naked from the waist down, and had stood beside him against the bedroom wall as Steve quickly undressed then returned to Julie's motionless body on the bed.

Leaning over her, Steve had taken the sides of Julie's panties in his fingers and tried to pull them down her legs. It seems she resisted at first, clamping her knees together and had stared across at her husband as if once again begging him to intervene and save her.

"Did he even try and stop it?" I asked, remembering my own helplessness.

"He just stared back at her as if he couldn't speak. You know, Steve's not a rapist; he'd have stopped straight away if either of them had actually said they couldn't go on but neither of them said a word - at least not to him."

"Did she say anything to Gary? Was she angry?" I asked, eager to know all the details.

"She blinked a few time as if she about to cry, then turned her face away from him almost in disgust."

"And even that didn't make him react?" 

"He just stood there motionless. This time, when Steve tried to take off her panties, she had actually helped him by raising her hips."

I couldn't help remembering how Alice had done the same for him more than once. A thrill of remembrance and anticipation passed through me as Carmen told me how the damp cloth of her panties had looked pathetically small in Steve's strong hands.

"After Steve had pulled them over her heels, he turned and tossed them towards Gary. He caught them and straight away gave them a good sniffing."

"I bet you had something to say about that," I laughed.

"Too right!" she said, "I told him he was a good boy and that he should stand still and watch her get the first proper fucking of her life!"

Julie now laid back on her marriage bed, her baby bump small but obvious, naked apart from her high heels. Steve had loomed over her and parted her legs easily with his strong hands before kneeling between her open thighs. I well remembered how his erection had looked as he had prepared to fuck my own wife and could easily imagine the pain, anguish and incredible arousal Gary must have been going through as he had watched his own innocent wife being prepared for her first rampant infidelity. 

"The moment of truth," I whispered as Carmen paused for breath, "I remember it only too well. No last minute change of mind?"

"Not really. She did make one feeble attempt to stay faithful but she already knew she was on her own. Gary wasn't going to intervene."

It seems that in a final and token attempt to retain her innocence, Julie had tried to close her legs to keep her seducer out but Steve's body was by then firmly positioned between her thighs and her knees had closed uselessly on his waist. Steve's powerful body had then risen over her soft, pregnant frame, his cock in his hand seeking her entrance.

"No last ditch rescue from Gary either?" I asked, knowing what the answer would be.

"He couldn't take his eyes off them. It was all I could do to keep him from cumming!"

"So she just let it happen to her?"

"She just stared at her husband while Steve got ready to take her. I don't know if she wanted him to stop at the last minute or if she just wanted reassurance that Gary was ok about it but the result was the same. As Steve worked the head of his cock between her inner lips she started to protest a bit then as Steve's cock found its mark she called out her husband's name. Steve stopped for a moment before the final thrust, remember how he does that?"

I certainly did remember; that exquisite moment suspended in time when another man is on the very edge of penetrating your wife, taking her fidelity; that moment when you know deep down that even at this last stage you could still assert yourself as a man, reclaim what was yours and in one action save the woman you love from dishonour and yourself from the shame of being a willing Cuckold. 

But it's also the moment when the Devil even deeper inside you tells you to hold your hand; that you are not going to do anything at all to stop it happening; that you are going to stand still and allow your sweet wife's body be violated; penetrated by a stronger, bigger erection than yours, bringing her pleasure you can only dream of giving and inseminating her with his thick, sperm-filled semen instead of yours.

My chest was tight, my cock if possible even harder and I realised I was sweating heavily as Carmen told me that, trapped in that terrible moment, Gary had indeed remained as frozen as I had; his body tense, his eyes bulging; his cock throbbing in Carmen's hand but the rest of him entirely unable to intervene as, almost in slow motion, the head of Steve's cock had begun to part his pregnant wife's inner lips and enter her formerly innocent vagina.

"Gary..." Julie's voice had sounded half drunk. "Gary please... please... help me..."

But there was to be no help and a moment later Steve had pressed himself firmly forwards and thrust his huge cock deep into Julie's wet, waiting vagina. 

"Gary... please... help me... I... I... OH JESUS CHRIST!"

Carmen described vividly how Julie's voice had soared high and loud in shock as Steve's mighty cock sank its full length into her helpless pregnant body, thrusting gently but firmly, moving deeper and deeper, pausing only when his wiry pubic hair ground against her downy triangle. 

It had happened! Julie and freshly-cuckolded Gary had been conquered just as we had been. Her sweet, young, pregnant body had been penetrated by Steve's impressive cock right in front of her husband. Innocence and fidelity were gone; things of the past. Julie, about to receive the fucking of her life from only the second lover in her life, had taken the first step on the smooth, steep path to becoming a slut and her husband Gary had made the short, sharp leap into the life of a Cuckold.




Journey into Cuckoldry - Perfect Ten



As Carmen spoke, the memories in my mind were vivid. It was a road I had walked down myself not so long ago; a road that brought anguish and pain as well as incredible arousal and pleasure.

And, I realised, a strange and unexpected feeling of relief; the worst had now happened for Gary as it had for me. There was now nothing that could be done to save Julie; another man's cock was now deep inside the most private place that only Gary should know; the body meant only for him was opening for another man. There was nothing he could do about it; no decision to be made; no intervention could save Julie now. She had surrendered; he was a cuckold, nothing would be the same again. 

I could feel his pain, grief, arousal, pleasure and relief all mixed together as clearly as when it had first happened to me.

But Carmen was still talking.

"It's a rare privilege to actually be there and watch a girl have her first ever orgasm," she was saying as I returned from my reverie to the telephone at my ear, "but that's what Julie had on Sunday night."

"Wow!"

"She came as hard and fast as I've ever seen anyone come before; in her own bed, with her husband and me watching; one baby asleep in the room next door, the other still in her tummy."

"Wow!" was all I could manage to say again.

"Wow indeed, Mr. C! I'll never forget the look on her face as Steve's cock first slipped into her cunt. She was so wet it was more shock, surprise and astonishment than pain..." Carmen's voice sounded a little dreamy and I pictured her hand unconsciously falling onto her own tummy. "His cock is twice the length of Gary's and much thicker too. It made her actually squeal out loud when he stuck it in her."

"I can imagine," I said and indeed could well remember the effect that mighty cock had first had on Alice.

"Less than a dozen strokes later she was cumming so loudly I was sure she would wake the baby. And he wasn't even fucking her very hard!"

"Amazing!" I mumbled, wishing I could have been there; wishing I could have been Gary watching all this happen to my own wife.

"Five minutes after that she was so lost in her orgasms that she went completely silent. Her face went pink and her body started convulsing and when Steve really began to fuck her properly, for a minute or so I was afraid she'd give birth on the spot."

"And Gary was still ok with all this?"

"He was just frozen, his eyes glued to the bed, and when Steve began to cum..." 

Carmen sounded out of breath as if retelling the tale had either exhausted or aroused her as much as it had me.

"It was all over within ten minutes," she added quietly.

"Did Steve cum inside her?" I need to know.

"Of course," Her voice sounded almost triumphant, "she couldn't get any more pregnant than she already was, could she? And by that time she was well past objecting to anything at all. He could have done anything he wanted with her. But of course you know he's a gentleman."

"What an evening!" I said with envy in my voice. "So what happened next?"

"Well once he'd cum, Steve stayed inside her for a long time. She was trembling and shaking from her orgasms and held on to him tightly. She was crying quite a lot too but from the way she held him I could tell it wasn't regret. Once she let him go a little he slipped out of her and just lay alongside holding her tightly on the bed. Her legs were still splayed open; you could see how red and swollen she was and all Steve's semen was leaking out onto the sheet."

"How did Gary react to that?"

"To be honest, I was worried for a moment. He just walked forwards towards her as if he was in a trance. His cock was sticking out from under his shirt as hard as ever and as he got closer to her I was sure he was either going to fuck her like crazy like you did after Steve had fucked your Alice, or else he was going to lick her out, or maybe even attack Steve."

"Which did he do it in the end?"

"None of them! He stood there between her open legs and masturbated on his own until he came all over her baby bump and her sticky mound, spraying her with even more semen. I was speechless."

I couldn't imagine Carmen ever being speechless but didn't say anything.

"He's not into creampies?" I asked knowing full well what I would have done in his place if my own wife had presented me with a red, swollen, freshly-fucked semen-filled vulva.

"It turns out that neither of them has ever given or received oral sex at all, ever!" she explained.

"You're kidding!"

"No, it's true! We chatted for quite a while afterwards. Steve pulled the duvet over the two of them and Gary and I sat on the bed. Julie was out of it for quite a while but Gary talked quite a lot he was so over-excited. It seems they were virgins when they met at school and have both had rather sheltered upbringings. Up till now neither of them had had sex with anyone else and they both thought oral sex was a bit disgusting. Now Julie's been thoroughly fucked and has cum for the first time, I reckon all previous bets are off but for the moment they're both still oral virgins."

"Well from what I've seen, she's certainly looking good on it," I said with feeling, "How's Gary handling it all in the cold light of day?"

"He's mostly in denial like I said," she replied in a matter-of-fact voice, "but he's a natural Cuckold like you are. He can't deny even to himself how much he enjoyed the whole thing. The horns sit well on his head and as you've already seen, Julie's a changed girl; just like your little Alice in fact, Mister Cuckold!"

"And Steve?" I asked, ignoring the deliberate tease.

"He always enjoys a conquest and is really pleased to have a new girlfriend," she replied, "especially now your sweet Alice has moved on a bit. To find a girl that's actually pregnant with a real baby bump, fuck her to the first orgasm of her life then inseminate her in front of her husband - that's something really special even for him."

"I bet it is. Total Conquest Plus!" I suggested.

"It really was quite a turn-on for us both but I had to wait until we got home to get my share." She chuckled, "I've a feeling that Gary and I will be having 'that conversation' soon and we'll be invited to dinner again but don't worry, I'm sure Steve will still be available for your sweet innocent Alice if she needs a good fucking too. She's still one of his favourites."

How had Carmen read my mind again, this time over the telephone?

"That IS what you originally phoned for, isn't it?" she added.

I laughed aloud, "You know me better than anyone! Yes it's true; I did want to arrange another date. Alice has been getting a little... frustrated since Spain... and I hoped you and Steve might be able to... to help out."

"I'm sure we can, Mister Cuckold."

"I'm hoping for something... a bit special for her this time too..." I added.

"Well what a coincidence!" she replied, "I wanted to invite you both to a little... gathering we're having here soon..."

I leaned back in my chair as her seductive voice explained her idea, my smile broadening with every sentence, my cock quickly rock hard and painfully twisted in my jeans. 

Thank God for She-Devils!



Journey into Cuckoldry - Third Time



This story begins the morning after the events told in 'Journey into Cuckoldry - Twice Shy' and will mean a lot more if you have read that story first.

This chapter is dedicated to RF for all his help in understanding some of the subtle and complex intricacies of the Cuckold mind. I hope it does justice to your considerable patience.

Jenny x

I woke suddenly the next morning as bright sunlight found a gap in the bedroom curtains and fell across my face. It was early. I blinked in the semi-darkness as my mind began to assemble all the thoughts, images and emotions that swam around, eventually merging them into something resembling a coherent picture.

I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, then looked across at my wife Alice who was sleeping peacefully by my side. Her sweet face was turned towards me, her eyes closed, her body relaxed, deep in slumber. 

Had it all really happened?

I looked closely at the lovely women I had been married to for so many years and with whom I had sired two equally lovely children. Seen like this it was almost impossible to believe that merely hours ago she had allowed - no, begged another man to fuck her, bringing her to the kind of orgasm I thought only existed in pornography and finally inseminate her unprotected body, all in the knowledge that I, her husband, was watching every step of the way.

There were some small clues to the extraordinary events that had occurred; her pretty face still bore traces of smudged make-up; her hair was still tousled and under the duvet she was naked, as was I. 

And of course the images that were indelibly printed on my mind were a kind of proof in themselves. I closed my eyes and pondered the momentous change in our lives that had taken place. 

I was a Cuckold. There was no point pretending any longer. A willing, happy Cuckold.

Carmen had seen it in me long before I realised it myself but now I understood what I was and what I wanted in life. And what I wanted in life was to watch my sweet, lovely wife being fucked to unbelievable orgasms by another man. 

I played with the word in my mind. Cuck-old... Cuck-old... If you said it enough times it didn't sound like an insult any more. A small thrill passed through me as I felt name beginning to fit me like a glove. Perhaps it always had!

The first time it had happened could have almost been laughed off as a drunken mishap on a hot summer's evening where a little boisterous play between friends had gone a bit too far; awkward to deal with but in the end not marriage-threatening.

But after last night there could be no excuses. Spurred on by the she-devil Carmen, I had deliberately engineered circumstances in which my wife could be seduced by her husband Steve in front of me once again, while at the same time Alice had been trying to tempt me into letting them do exactly the same thing. 

We had both been spectacularly successful. I began to wonder where this new dimension to our lives would lead us.

I slipped carefully out from under the duvet leaving Alice fast asleep slipped on my bathrobe. In the half-light I quietly picked her discarded clothes -- her new suspender belt, a tangle of silk stockings - and placed her heels in the closet before leaving the room, closing the door softly behind me.

As I crossed the landing, I noticed the guest room door standing open and looked inside. The duvet was neatly folded on the chair but the sheet was rumpled and stained where Steve and Carmen had enjoyed their loud, energetic 'victory fuck' while in the lounge below, Alice and I had realised to our amazement how successfully Carmen had played with us and our emotions. 

I pulled the dirty sheet from the bed and took it downstairs with the rest of the washing.

The lounge curtains were still closed and the room dark when I entered. I drew them open to let the morning sunlight flood into what in my mind I called 'the scene of the crime'. There was a distinct odour of stale sex in the room. I inhaled it deeply like a drug and felt a thrill pass through my body as the memories of the previous evening flooded back even more vividly than before.

Alice's rumpled silver dress was draped over the armchair. I added it to my pile of washing then looked around for her new bra, finding it under the edge of the sofa. As I picked it up I felt its silky softness on my fingers and imagined how her breasts must have felt encased in so wonderful a prison and what Steve's fingers must have encountered as they caressed and released them.

It took some time to locate her thong but eventually I found it tucked behind one of the sofa cushions. I held it up before my eyes. It seemed so tiny and insubstantial to have covered so important a place. I raised the small silky triangle to my nose and inhaled. My nostrils filled with the unmistakeable aroma of a woman in heat. 

Oh my God! I slipped them into the pocket of my bathrobe instead of adding them to the washing.

A short while later the washing was in the laundry room, the kettle switched on and I returned to the lounge to seek out any more evidence that should be removed before the children returned. Apart two wine glasses there was nothing untoward but as I passed the sofa I noticed a small but distinct stain on one of the cushions.

My heart pounded. It was the cushion Alice's bottom had been on when Steve had brought her to that incredible orgasm before inseminating her - the same cushion on which I had added my own semen to the pool inside her as I enjoyed 'sloppy seconds', as Carmen put it.

I knelt by the sofa and tentatively touched the mark. It was still slightly damp. I lowered my head and sniffed it. It was unmistakeably the smell of my lovely wife's vulva immediately after her amazing climax. I sat back on my heels and stared at it, my head filling again with images of the previous night before going back into the kitchen and returning with a bowl of hot soapy water and a cloth with which I tried to wash away the evidence of adultery that lay before me. After five minutes the whole cushion seemed to be wet but the dark patch was still clearly visible. I cursed under my breath as I took the bowl away, hoping that all would be well when it eventually dried.

Then a mischievous thought occurred to me. Perhaps a long-lasting souvenir of last night would be a good thing after all. Perhaps it would help bring back memories of that wonderful evening. I chuckled at the wicked thought of our friends -- maybe even Alice's intimidating mother - sitting primly, drinking tea on the same cushion on which her innocent daughter had been thoroughly fucked by her lover and had loved every minute of it.

My reverie was broken by the sound of a lavatory flushing upstairs and I realised that the Alice must be starting to wake. I went back to the kitchen and started to make tea.

A few moments later I felt a movement behind me and turned to see my wife, also in a white bathrobe, standing watching me. I could tell immediately that there was something different about her. She had removed the last traces of smudged make-up from her slightly puffy face and run a brush through her still-tousled blonde hair but seemed somehow taller, stronger, more confident than before. 

"Darling!" I smiled, turning towards her. 

"Good morning to you too." She smiled back at me as she crossed to the breakfast bar. 

We kissed gently on the lips; her mouth soft and warm. "Are you ok today?" She asked me, her question seeming genuine. "Still happy with... with everything that happened?"

I smiled broadly back at her as she looked anxiously for reassurance -- something I was happy to provide. 

"I still can't quite believe it happened but yes, I'm very happy." I said, placing a large mug of tea in her hands. "How... how do you feel... now?"

"I'm soooo sooore..." She sighed, slightly embarrassed. "My body feels like I've been hit by a truck but..." I smiled and nodded encouragingly. "But last night was sooo good. Just amazing... Thank you sooo much, my sweet, sweet Cuckold!" She kissed me on the lips again.

I glowed with pleasure at the sound of my new title and the love in her voice as she used it; a title most men would find deeply insulting but to me felt... just right. Taking the mug in both hands, she took a long sip of tea and a serene expression came over her face.

"I'm pleased you enjoyed it... Ali..." I said, using the pet name I had heard Steve use. "You looked so very, very beautiful -- you always do, but especially so while you were with him... and afterwards... wow!"

A thought crossed my mind.

"Was the whole seduction thing just an act for my benefit?" I asked. Alice paused before replying.

"Not entirely. We really hadn't done it before -- apart from that first time in the car. I've never cheated on you behind your back. I suppose deep down I knew - unless you stopped us -- that I wouldn't put up much of a fight, but it wasn't all a set-up." The dreamy look came over her face once again. 

"And my God! That man knows what to do! I couldn't breathe... I thought I was going to die... I've never felt so incredibly, amazingly..."

I stared open mouthed at the woman I had thought I knew as she sat down on one of the high stools. She even moved more confidently this morning, more sexily, I thought.

"And you played the role of 'Mister Cuckold' so well, Darling." She said, her eyes sparkling despite her tiredness. "That's what Carmen calls you, isn't it?" Her voice was warm and good humoured. "I suppose I'd better get used to it, though it sounds a little harsh."

She paused a moment. "I suppose there are a few things we'll have to get used to now." She added enigmatically.

I waited for her to continue but she just sat looking vaguely in my direction. Then a slightly strange look came over her face; not unhappy but I could tell something important was about to happen.

"Come and sit here..." She said, indicating the stool across the breakfast bar from hers.

I brought my own mug and sat down opposite her. Close up I could see the tiredness on her face and the pink flush on her chest which her incredible orgasm had left - fading quickly but still visible if you knew what it was. Her lips were a little swollen from too much kissing and, as I looked more closely, I saw two large love bites on her lower neck, mostly concealed by the robe's collar but up close, very distinctive. I hadn't noticed them when I had undressed her and put her to bed but now they were very obvious.

I felt another thrill pass through me at the thought that another man had physically marked my sweet wife as his, leaving an obvious sign of her infidelity that would last a good few days at least. I smiled and looked into her eyes, seeing to my delight a new, bright, confident sparkle in them -- not much different from the one I had seen in Carmen's so often.

"What happened last night was wonderful -- you were wonderful..." She began, sounding almost as if she had prepared a speech. "And it's great that it was something we both wanted and needed but..."

She drew in her breath, then placed her hands on mine and squeezed.

"Now I've had a taste of what things could be like, I can't go back to where we were before. I just can't!"

"You're leaving me?" I asked, horrified, instinctively trying to pull my hands away but she held them tightly.

"No!" She almost shouted. "You're a lovely caring husband and a good father. I really value that but..."

"But..."

"But you simply can't give me what I need in bed. You've seen that for yourself now. I never dreamed that such pleasure existed and now I've experienced it, I know it has to be part of my life now. And part of yours too."

"I know you want to see Steve again. You said as much last night and that's alright with me, I told you..."

"I know and that's really good, but there's more to it than that..."

"Go on..." I urged, a strange feeling, part hope, part fear building inside me.

Alice paused, toying with her mug, not quite able to look me in the face.

"Well, it's like this. I need to keep fucking Steve now, whatever it takes." I sat back, amazed. Alice hardly ever swore. I was surprised but not horrified. "Oh, I know he has Carmen and other girlfriends too; I'm not naive enough to think I'm his one true love so the only way I can have him is when he chooses to have me."

"Golly, Ali..." I began but she cut me short.

"Please don't call me Ali..." She said quietly but firmly. "It's Steve's special name for me."

"Ok Darling. I'm sorry..." I mumbled, although the idea of another man having a special name for my sweet wife to use whenever he wanted her body made me shiver with excitement. "What does this mean for us though? How would things change?"

"I'm not entirely sure. Carmen was a bit vague about bits of it but basically I become Steve's girlfriend as well as your wife and you become, well a full time Cuckold." 

"Oh...kay..." I said uncertainly, very interested but a bit bemused. "But what does that mean about the way we live?"

"I guess we go on living together as we do now, except when it comes to sex." She said, apparently unsure. "I think, when it comes to sex, you have to accept that I'm going to keep sleeping with Steve and that sex with him will always take priority over sex with you."

"Will I... Will I still be able... to watch?" I asked hesitantly.

"Of course!" She assured me, smiling. "If you want to, that would be part of the whole Cuckold deal. But Carmen says if you want to be in the same room with us and maybe even take part then there are a few rules." She yawned and stretched. "Perhaps we should take the weekend to think it over before we pick the kids up tomorrow night -- while we have a little time to ourselves."

"Sounds a good idea..." I said. "But I'd need to understand things a bit better. These rules for instance..."

"Why don't we get our New Best Friend to explain it? She seems to know everything! Why don't you give her a call? We're free all weekend now!" 

She stood up and refilled her mug, then turned towards the door.

"I'm going for a bath now." She laughed hollowly, gesturing to her groin. "I've still got 'stuff' all over me!"

The idea of my wife still having Steve and my semen on and in her body was very arousing, but suddenly a serious thought struck me.

"Alice?" I asked urgently. She stopped and turned. "What about... I mean you didn't use protection and..."

"Oh yes..." She interrupted, her voice dreamy again. "That made the whole thing that extra bit more exciting at the time, didn't it? ... The idea that I might actually get pregnant..." She stroked her tummy. "I suppose it was a bit stupid... I might even be pregnant now, I suppose..." 

She looked at me as if expecting a reaction. I felt my cock pressing hard against the tight bathrobe as my mind span. Could she really have conceived already? Certainly she had spent the night on her back with a lot of Steve's sperm inside her. I stared back into her face, then at her tummy. Alice giggled mischievously.

"It's not my most fertile time and I'll douche now. If I'm pregnant after that then I guess we're having another baby, Darling!"

She turned to the door then stopped.

"Seriously though..." She said turning again to face me. "I'll go to the Doctor on Monday and go back on the pill. He knows you've had the snip so he'll wonder why but of course he can't tell anyone, can he?"

And with that, she left the room. A minute later I heard the bath running upstairs.

***

The rest of the day passed in a surprisingly normal way. After breakfast I went for a run and did the laundry while Alice went to the gym as usual -- well, perhaps for a little longer than usual. Around noon, I called Carmen on her mobile.

"Well good morning, Mister Cuckold." She greeted me in a warm and friendly voice. "How's your household this morning? How's Hotwife Alice?"

It hadn't actually occurred to me that, if I had acquired a new title, my formerly faithful wife might have acquired one too. I rather liked the idea -- no, I really liked the idea.

I explained our conversation of that morning and to my delight, Carmen understood quickly and completely.

"It's a big step for you both, but you've made the first moves and you're both still happy, aren't you?"

I had to agree. I certainly felt good about it and Alice had made it clear she wanted to continue.

"So what about the rules?" I asked. "We thought you might be able to help -- if you don't mind..."

Carmen laughed into her phone. "Mind? I'd love to help. After all, I'm kind of responsible for getting you this far." She paused then continued. "How about I come round to see you both tomorrow before lunch? Steve will be playing golf and if you're still making decisions his presence might be a bit... distracting, especially for Alice."

And so it was agreed.

After lunch we went shopping in town, as usual -- well, perhaps things were a little different. I noticed Alice taking just a little longer getting ready, and when we left the house her skirt was perhaps just a little shorter than she would usually wear for the shops, her top just a little tighter, her heels just a little higher? 

As we walked through the crowded streets I found myself feeling unusually proud of the sexy woman by my side. Certainly a few more heads than usual turned to look at her as they passed. She had worn a scarf around her neck, presumably to hide the 'hickeys' but it often slipped, leaving them large and dark in full view -- almost as if she wanted people to glimpse them. I found myself getting a thrill out of this too; complete strangers seeing how Steve had marked my wife as his as he had fucked her.

We split up for an hour and met back at the car with our purchases before going home. Later we telephoned the kids who predictably were being thoroughly spoilt by my parents. Alice made up a story about her mother which didn't sound convincing to me but was easily accepted.

Later we went to the movies. As Alice got ready -- again taking longer than usual -- I noticed half a dozen pairs of her older, larger knickers and a couple of older bras in the rubbish bin. For someone careful with her clothes this was a surprise.

***

The following morning we were both excited about Carmen's visit. Alice hadn't wanted sex the previous evening, claiming still to be too sore from Steve's onslaught on Friday night. Having witnessed it for myself, I could understand this but I did feel a bit frustrated with so much talk of sex 'in the air'. After breakfast she went to the gym again for a full hour -- twice in a weekend was very rare -- and this time I went too. It seemed to be full of body-builder types on a Sunday morning. I'm no couch potato but they made me feel puny and insignificant. 

Alice of course looked simply stunning in her Capri length tights and tight pink top, attracting attention from a large proportion of the men, even the much younger ones. Her whole bearing was sexier, more confident and I felt proud of her, wondering how many of them were imagining what she would be like in bed; wondering what it would be like to watch them finding out.

We returned home just in time for Carmen's visit and were still in our gym clothes when the front doorbell rang. Alice let her in with a broad smile. True to form, Carmen exuded sex even on a Sunday morning, in tight jeans, knee length boots and a tight, low-cut top. 

"So how's the newest Hotwife in town?" She joked, kissing Alice on the cheek and hugging her. To my amusement, I saw Alice blush deeply.

"I'm fine..." She replied in a soft, demure voice as Carmen moved towards me.

"And my favourite Cuckold..." She kissed me too and we went into the kitchen where I made us coffee.

"I wasn't sure how welcome I'd be in this house." She began. "I was so pleased when you called. I didn't want our friendship to be ruined..." She said, looking primarily at me. "It seems I needn't have worried."




Journey into Cuckoldry - Third Time



"I think you did us both a favour." Alice replied on my behalf. "Even if you were a bit... underhand!" She laughed. 

"I just had to do it..." Carmen continued. "I've never seen a couple so obviously born for the lifestyle... I'm so glad I was right."

We sat at the kitchen table, sipping our coffee and chatting for a while. There was a surreal feeling in the air -- all this normality when we all knew we were there to discuss how Carmen's husband could continue to fuck my wife. Eventually the subject imposed itself upon us.

"So you want to know how to build this into your lives?" Carmen stated. We both looked at each other, grinned and nodded. 

"Well every couple is different, but there are a few things most have in common." We sat attentively listening.

"You really have to start by agreeing rules between the two of you. It depends what you both want to get out of it. Obviously you have to take your lover's needs into account too... She said, looking at Alice. "But if it isn't going to break up your marriage then you need to set a few rules and limits that you're both comfortable with."

We were both nodding as she spoke, and watched expectantly, waiting for her to go on. I nipped back into the kitchen, returning with a bottle of white wine and three glasses which I filled generously.

"I suppose a good start is 'No Secrets, No Surprises'. You both tell each other what you want and what you have been doing. No sneaking off on your own..." She looked at Alice with a mock frown. 

"And you have to consider whether Alice is going to try other men too, not just Steve. There are a lot of exciting men out there, Alice. Steve is particularly good but you're going to find other men attractive too. The two of you need to talk that through too."

We looked at each other, surprise on my face, interest on my wife's.

"You hadn't thought of that, had you?" Carmen stated, amused. Automatically, we both shook our heads. 

"Wow! I forgot how naive you two really are..." She continued. "My guess is that you'll soon want to try someone new. And Steve has other... obligations..." he laughed. "Including me!"

We both laughed, a little awkwardly.

"And while you're thinking about that, you've got to ask whether you have to be together every time, or whether Hotwife Alice can go off on her own and tell you all about it afterwards. No, don't answer now..." She said as I made to speak. "Think carefully about it and talk it through. It makes a big difference."

"I bet!" I said half-jokingly.

"You're keen on that, aren't you?" She grinned at me. "OK, Mr Cuckold..." She took a large sip of her wine, thought for a moment then spoke. "If you're going to stay in the room then are usually a few rules. Each couple is different but basically there can only be one alpha male as far as sex with Alice is concerned. If you're going to be there then you have to accept you're number two." She paused for effect. It worked -- I felt excited. "And behave as number two, too!" She smiled at her own words.

"Some men can't bear to watch. They prefer to hear their wives tell them afterwards, never quite knowing if its' all true or not..." She continued, smiling at me. "I think we already know you're not one of them..." I blushed as she carried on. "Other men like to see it all happening because it reinforces their submissive status. That sounds more like you!" I blushed deeper.

"They do other things to be submissive too." I must have looked puzzled because she began to explain. 

"Well, they might help get their wives ready... like helping choosing their clothes, brushing their hair, helping with fake tan, that sort of thing..." A warm feeling went through me as I imagined myself helping Alice get ready for Steve. But Carmen had yet more interesting ideas.

"Others go further" She continued. "They might help undress their wives in front of their lovers or even get them warmed up with a little oral sex and then put them in position for penetration." 

I felt myself getting very aroused at this thought and reached across for Alice's hand. She squeezed mine in return. We looked briefly at each other. We were both smiling.

"Some couples..."

And so it went on for over an hour, Alice apparently hanging on Carmen's every word. After a while I left them to talk in private, merely opening a second bottle of wine and leaving it between the two of them as I showered then made us all a light lunch.

When Carmen eventually returned home it was on foot -- she was in no fit state to drive -- and Alice needed an hour's rest in bed to sober up but appeared very happy.

We collected our exhausted, excited kids from my parents that evening and had an early night. 

***

The following week passed largely uneventfully. On Monday evening as we were getting ready for bed, I noticed a small paper bag in the bathroom cabinet.

"Did you get to the Doctor today?" I asked as casually as I could.

"Yes. I've got the first three months of pills. I've got to start just before my next period and then I won't be safe for a couple of weeks." Alice replied as she pulled a new, very short cotton nightie over her head and smoothed it over her hips. A thrill passed through me again.

"Did he say anything about... About why you needed them?"

Alice smiled, her eyes sparkling in that new, mischievous way I found so arousing.

"He said he wouldn't ask me why I wanted them but that I must remember that they would only protect me against getting pregnant. He said I needed to take other measures to protect myself -- and you -- from STD's.

I looked at her open-mouthed. "What did he mean?"

"He meant he knew exactly why I needed the pills and that I should use condoms whenever I have sex with someone else." 

I had known this full well but felt the need to hear my wife actually say it. There was a pause while images flashed around my head then a thought occurred to me.

"Would you use condoms with Steve?" I asked, hoping for a negative reply. It was bad enough losing the thrill of possible pregnancy without a further disappointment. Her face went soft and dreamy again.

"Not with Steve, no. It's a bit late for that and anyway I could never do anything to spoil the way he makes me feel..." She left the words hanging in the air.

I suddenly remembered that there was still a slight possibility that Steve had impregnated her the previous Friday. It was too early to take a pregnancy test and anyway Alice had said she would wait and let nature take its course. The pain of waiting and not knowing was... exquisite.

"Have you thought about seeing other men yet?" I asked, feeling the familiar excitement building within me.

"I've thought about it but I'm not sure. I suspect, if and when I meet the right man, then I'll know." 

She slipped into bed. I climbed in alongside her and turned out the light.

***

After a few days, Alice's bite marks and hickeys had faded and no outward physical sign of what had happened remained but something inside had certainly changed. She was definitely more confident, definitely dressed more sexily, and was definitely noticed more by men when we were out. The clothes in her wardrobe began to change too and I noticed she shaved her legs and trimmed her bikini line more often.

Although I'm almost embarrassed to mention it, there was another little change that in one way kept her infidelity at the front of our minds, and in another made it more relaxed and acceptable to both of us. 

We began calling each other new pet names based on those Carmen had christened us.

Alice became 'Hotwife Alice' or 'Hottie' to me; I became 'Cucky-Boy' to her. These were shortened to HA and CB when there was any possibility of the kids or anyone else overhearing, and of course in text messages and the like. It led to many secret smiles and furtive looks between us which seemed to bring us closer together in a strange way -- quite the opposite one would expect from infidelity. 

We made love twice during the week too; twice more than was usual for weekdays. Both occasions were good for me -- the images of her orgasms with Steve vivid in my mind as I thrust into her, but there was no escaping the fact that Alice came nowhere near orgasm and made no attempt to fake it. 

***

The following Friday, Alice's period began and we knew that for a second time we had been lucky and she was not pregnant. I felt a wave of relief wash over me but within hours this had changed to a strange feeling of disappointment, as if the possibility she was carrying Steve's baby had been exciting me more than I had realised. My head told me clearly that my wife being pregnant by another man would have been a terrible thing to deal with but my loins told a different story.

And so our lives returned to something that looked from the outside as normal, but from the inside we both knew was anything but...!

***

Ten days later, on a Tuesday morning I was at work when my cellphone beeped. I was at a tricky point in a job so it took me a few minutes to look at the message on the screen. When I did see it, I froze in amazement.

'Hi CB. Carmen called. Steve wants to see me again so I suggested we go out for dinner on Friday. Are you ok with that? HA xx'

Oh my God! It had happened! The first, properly arranged evening with the four of us! And so soon! I could feel my chest tighten with excitement as I replied.

'OMG HA! Are you sure it's what you want? CB xx'

Her reply came almost instantly as if she had been waiting by the phone for my response.

'Really sure CB. Wasn't expecting it so soon but can't pick and choose when he has me and I've just got to feel him inside me again. You saw what he can do to me xx' 

'OK whatever you want. I love you HA.'

'I love you too CB!'

Then an important thought occurred to me.

'Will you be safe by then HA? xx'

'Probably not safe but we've been lucky so far and I'm not in a position to say no am I? xx' 

At this point it truly dawned on me that someone else really did have first call on my wife's body, ahead of me -- possibly ahead of Alice herself. 

If he wanted her on Friday, she would give herself to him on Friday and I would help it happen. If she was still at risk of getting pregnant, then she would run that risk and I would help her run it. 

Unease and arousal fought within me then my phone beeped one more time.

'Hi CB. Carmen says you can stay in the room if you do as you're told. Does that help you? HA xx'

Arousal won! My fingers trembled on the keys of my phone.

'Where shall I book?'

***

During the next three days I found it difficult to think of anything other than our impending Friday 'date' and it was clear that Alice was equally distracted. I tried to concentrate on my work and on choosing a restaurant although food would of course be far from the focal point of the evening.

Alice spoke to her friends and arranged for the kids to be away on sleepovers to give us an empty house and on Thursday evening we went shopping after work to buy her a special outfit for her date with Steve. I found myself especially keen to make sure she looked her best -- which was stunning -- for the man I now confidently hoped and expected to take her to even higher levels of sexual arousal in front of me.

On Friday we were both full of nerves. I made several mistakes at work and had to apologise to clients several times. Alice found it difficult to concentrate too, as our text message exchanges proved.

'Hi HA. Did you put the champagne in the fridge before you left? I forgot -- my brain's turned to mush. CB x'

'Hi CB. Yes but can't think straight either. Very excited and very nervous. You still OK about it all? X'

'Of course -- I can't wait to see how high he takes you tonight xx'

'That's what scares me. I thought I was dying last time what will it be like now? I'm not used to losing control that much x'

'Just let it happen and enjoy it. I'll be there to look after you if you need me. Just go with the flow and let him take you as far as you can go... x'

'CB you are amazing. I love you x'

Then a few moments later.

'I'm still not really safe you do understand that don't you? X'

I wasn't sure whether to tell her that the possibility of her actually getting pregnant by Steve had been a major part of the excitement for me as I knew it had been for her.

'If it happens it happens. We'll deal with it. CB x'

***

Friday afternoon passed at a snail's pace but eventually it reached five o'clock and I packed up to leave work. The house was empty when I arrived home which puzzled me a little. I went into the kitchen and put several more bottles of wine in the fridge, changed into casual clothes then began to tidy the house. 

I had just changed the sheets on both our bed and the guest room bed when I heard a car in the driveway and moments later an excited Alice entered the hallway below.

"Hi CB!" she called cheerfully. "I'm back! They're all settled for their sleepover..."

I quickly descended the stairs to greet her.

"Hi Hottie! How was your afternoon off..?. Wow!" I stopped in my tracks a few stairs up and stared. "Your hair looks amazing! You look amazing!"

And indeed it did. Indeed she did too in her tight jeans, loose shirt and boots. Her long, blonde hair looked positively golden and fell over her shoulders in soft loose waves. I smiled broadly as it struck me just how much sexier she had become since her first encounter with Steve, and how that process had gathered momentum since her second thorough fucking only three weeks ago.

There was no denying it, my wife was hot! She seemed a little unsure. 

"Is it ok? I took a couple of hours and went to the beautician. What do you think?"

"It's amazing Darling. It will knock Steve for six! What will you wear?"

Alice didn't answer my last question. Instead she stated. "I had my legs waxed too." She looked a little awkward at this which surprised me. "It's so much smoother than shaving and I did want to be my best." She continued as if trying to persuade me it was money well spent. 

I already knew this and kissed her quickly on the lips. "Well it's working on me, big time, Hottie..." To my surprise, she blushed.

"You go and get dressed up while I open a bottle." I told her as I watched her slim, firm bottom mounting the stairs.

After much debate, I had booked a table for four at our favourite Italian restaurant in town, the one with the dining terrace where Steve and Alice had 'accidentally' met and Carmen and I had watched from across the street as her plan to have her husband seduce my wife had started -- the highly successful plan that had changed our lives, resulted in tonight's dinner for four and, we hoped, amazing sex for at least two of us straight afterwards. 

As I popped open a bottle of champagne and carefully filled two tall fluted glasses, my mind was filled with excitement and memories of all that had happened in this house barely two weeks ago and before that, the first night in my MPV. Becoming a Cuckold had never been part of my lifeplan, just as being a slut wife hadn't been part of Alice's. But now it had happened, I couldn't remember ever being quite as excited about our sex life since we had first got together. 

I carried the glasses over to the sofa where all the action had taken place. The small but undeniable stain on the cushion from Steve's and Alice's combined juices was still there as a continued reminder of what had occurred and what would probably occur again that night.

Oh God! I hoped it would!

I put some music on the CD player, drew the curtains and turned on the low lighting and placed a little perfume in a saucer, making sure the room was fit for romance later in the evening then slowly climbed the stairs to our bedroom just in time to see my wife come out of the bathroom. I placed her glass in front of her mirror.

As she crossed to the dresser, Alice was still holding her towel against her naked front which was unusual. Despite her normal reserve in public and with the kids, when we were together we never worried about being naked around each other so this coyness was noticeable. I pretended not to watch but kept half an eye on her as she gathered her toiletries together. There was quite an armful so she struggled to keep them from falling and as she turned a large bottle fell to the bed. Alice tried to grab it, failed, two more bottles fell and her towel dropped to the floor.

Her hands flew to her groin then, as if realising it was futile, she turned to face me, fully naked. Her eyes met mine, her expression first horrified, then embarrassed, then challenging. It took me a few seconds to realise then I stared at her open mouthed for the second time that evening.

In the formerly familiar crease at the top of my lovely wife's long, slender legs was a newly exposed, totally hairless vulva.

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "Alice... Wow!"

"I umm...er..." She began "I had it done when they... um... did my legs... I've always wondered what it would be like and..."

"Golly..." I stammered and mover closer to her, my eyes fixed on her pubic area. Alice must have started to feel awkward because she pressed her thighs together firmly.

"Please don't stare..." She said softly. 

"Sorry Darling but... wow!"

"You already said that!" She laughed and I laughed too. "I thought you always wanted me to do it..." She went on. "Aren't you pleased?"

"I'm delighted but... Well, amazed too! I never thought you'd..."

"Haven't I already done a lot of things you never thought I'd do?" She asked, moving closer and closer to me, her body still hot from her bath. "And aren't you hoping I'll do more tonight, Cucky Boy?" She asked, her face merely inches from mine. She kissed me suddenly on the end of my nose.

"You'd better get dressed." I said, smiling broadly. "The table's in less than an hour and we don't want to keep the she-devil waiting!"

After showering and dressing myself, I helped Alice prepare for the evening, bringing first underwear -- after a few changes of mind she eventually chose white stockings, panties, bra and suspender belt - then dresses from the closet for her to select from, then change her mind, then change it back again before finally settling on a tight fitting short red dress that looked simply stunning as I laid it on the bed. 

I watched while she carefully applied her makeup -- slightly heavier than usual? A little more tarty perhaps? Then she carefully brushed her beautiful blonde hair which fell over her soft, smooth shoulders and down her slim, elegant back. 

We were barely five minutes late at the restaurant. I parked the car in the car park, we crossed the terrace and entered the main building, joining Steve and Carmen who were already at our table. Steve as usual looked film-star handsome in a powerful, rugged way in black trousers and shirt. Carmen looked the minx she was, also in black but with bright purple tights and matching necklace and scarf. I was also dressed darkly so Alice in her dazzling red dress positively shone in comparison. This seemed to make her uneasy at first but when both Steve and I told her how amazing she looked (and Carmen shot her a green-eyed glance) she seemed to relaxl and we all began to chat.

Looking back, I can't quite believe that we all behaved so normally for the entire meal, as if none of us had remembered what the plan for the evening actually was. I had shaken hands with Steve and kissed Carmen on the cheek and Alice had kissed both of them as she would have done a year ago before 'all this' happened.

The air of unreality lasted the whole evening. The food was, as usual superb, as was the wine with both Alice and Carmen getting slightly tipsy. There was more than the usual flirting between Steve and Alice, their fingers touching over the table slightly more than usual and I'm sure he was fondling her surreptitiously under it, but discreetly. The conversation was mostly normal too, talking about our kids, holidays, jobs and local issues so much that it wasn't until we had finished our coffees, had paid the bill and were leaving the restaurant that Carmen whispered.




Journey into Cuckoldry - Third Time



"Let's let them go together in our car to get more in the mood. You can drive me, Mister Cuckold!" 

That I realised that I really was about to watch my lovely wife getting fucked for a third time.

Alice smiled almost innocently at me as Steve opened the door of his sports car and she slipped demurely into the front passenger seat, trying unsuccessfully to prevent her short dress riding up and exposing a few tantalising inches of bare flesh of her thigh above her stocking top. 

I held the door open for Carmen whose smile was everything but innocent. She cupped my groin with her right hand as she lowered herself into the front seat of my MPV. 

"Remember the last time I sat in this seat?" She asked as I followed Steve's car out of the car park and onto the main road. Indeed I did -- it had been that first night on our return from Calke Abbey when Carmen had given me a slow hand job in the front seat while her husband had systematically seduced my wife in the back while I watched in the rear view mirror. I could feel myself hardening as the vivid images flooded back into my head.

Carmen reached across, cupped my groin once again and whispered.

"No mirrors for you tonight, Mister Cuckold. You get to see it all first hand -- if you behave yourself! Excited?" She squeezed my hardening cock again. "Yes, I can see you are..."

We followed Steve's car to our house. Traffic was light so for most of the time we were directly behind them and could see their heads in silhouette through their back window. From their eager, energetic movements it was clear that they were enjoying each other's company, laughing and joking and occasionally kissing on the lips, their heads with mouths touching clearly visible through the window in the evening light. I could see Steve's arm reaching over towards my wife's lower body as he drove one-handed and wished hard I could see what his fingers were doing to her.

"They do get on well, don't they?" Carmen observed in her usual meaningful tone, reaching over and squeezing my groin again. "He's more touched by Alice than by any of his other conquests..." She appeared lost in thought for a moment, still massaging the erection growing in my pants. "...Maybe it's because he's the only other man she's ever had... Perhaps the only real man she ever will have, Mister Cuckold!"

I ignored the obvious taunt but deep down wondered if perhaps it might be true -- or whether my lovely wife would eventually need more than just Steve and me. It was an unnerving thought, but exciting at the same time.

"She's always enjoyed being fingered, hasn't she?" Carmen continued as we turned left and onto the bridge over the river, normally a romantic spot for young lovers to walk. "She's probably hitched up her dress and slipped her knickers down to her knees for him." She paused. "His finger is probably sliding up and down her slit right now, Mister Cuckold..." I looked straight ahead at the car in front. Steve' arm was certainly still extended, his hand still in the area of my wife's upper thighs. "She's probably soaking wet by now... Probably can't wait to have him inside her... again... fucking her... Mister... Cuckold!" 

She squeezed my erection again, hard. Carmen's cruelty was perfectly judged and perfectly timed, her last words falling on my tormented ears just as Steve pulled his car up outside our house. I swung my MPV around his sports car and into the driveway as he opened his door and climbed out, running round to the passenger side to open the door for Alice. I watched as she wriggled herself out of the low --riding vehicle then as she surreptitiously adjusted both her knickers and the hem of her dress before crossing the pavement towards our house, her hand in Steve's.

Had Carmen been right? Certainly my wife was looking a little disarranged below the waist. If so, how had Steve reacted when he found her newly waxed vulva instead of the silky sparse pubic hair he now knew so well? My mind raced as I helped Carmen out of her side of the MPV and opened the front door, holding it open as the three of them giggling entered.

The house was warm and romantic as I had intended. We moved quickly through to the lounge where all the action had taken place the last time Steve had seduced my wife and I had watched. The candles still burned, the soft lights glowed and the air was slightly perfumed with Alice's favourite scent. A better atmosphere for seduction I couldn't imagine. 

Something must indeed have happened in the car because Alice stood very close by Steve's side, their fingertips entwined like two teenagers as I poured four tall glasses of champagne and handed them round. Their bodies kept accidentally touching as we clinked our glasses then sipped the bright bubbly liquid and chatted, still unconsciously pretending we didn't all know full well what was supposed to happen next. 

On top of the wine we had drunk during the meal, both girls were quite noticeably tipsy and by the time the first glass had slipped smoothly down, Carmen at least was a little unsteady as we moved over to the sofa and soft chairs. The two lovers were still holding hands in a romantic way that made my chest ache - even Carmen seemed a little fazed by their obvious closeness.

Alice and Steve automatically sat close together on the sofa while Carmen and I chose comfy armchairs. I opened the box of chocolates that stood on the low coffee table and Carmen passed them round while I refilled the glasses and opened another bottle.

As we talked a little longer, I noticed Steve's hand leave Alice's and rest on her thigh. Her first reaction was to look embarrassed and put her hand on his to prevent it, but then she seemed to consciously force herself to let it happen. I smiled inwardly and exchanged glances with Carmen who had also noticed the progress. 

A few minutes later his fingers had lifted her dress higher so that the bare skin between her stocking-tops and panties was visible and he was stroking her skin. This time my wife did put her hand on his. Carmen looked at me and nodded.

"Shall we make some more coffee?" She asked, her eyes bright and meaningful, offering me her hand. 

I took the hint, took her hand and let her lead me into the kitchen where she filled the kettle noisily and plugged it in, leaving the two love-birds alone in the lounge.

"She's feeling awkward in front of you..." Carmen said in a low voice, her hot sexy body close to mine. "She's not sure how to start things off so let's leave them alone for a bit."

"But she did say I could be there and..." I protested.

"Oh don't worry, Mister Cuckold, you'll be 'in at the kill'. They just need a little private time to get warmed up." 

Then she took me by surprise by kissing me lingeringly on the lips, her dark eyes aflame; her hand on my groin.

"I love this part..." She said. "The chase! Like watching a tiger stalking its prey. I love it when he makes a new conquest -- best of all when I watch him turn a reluctant, faithful wife into a sex-crazy slut..." She squeezed my groin hard.

"Of course you two are old conquests now but there's something about sweet innocent little Alice that makes it seem like he's seducing her for the first time all over again!" She mused, stroking my chest with her index finger as she spoke.

"If things were different this would be a good time for you and me to get acquainted too..." She said, teasingly though I knew she wasn't really interested in a sexual liaison with me. "As I recall you were pretty good with your fingers all those months ago in that car of yours..." 

She took my hand and placed my palm on her pubic bone, my fingers pointing down between her thighs. I could feel the heat of her body through the material of her clothes. She pressed my fingers into her body, forcing both my middle finger and her thin dress and panties into her slit before laughing out loud. 

"Don't worry, I won't force you!" She smiled, moving a little back and releasing my hand. "It's coffee not cunt we're in here for!" The crudeness of her words took me by surprise but her unsteadiness as she began to make the coffee -- fumbling for the spoon and the cafetiere made me realise just how tipsy she was.

I let her get on with the coffee in silence; her full, sexy figure making me wonder what it really would be like if she ever followed through on one of her teases. When the drinks were ready I quietly took the tray from her and moved towards the door.

"Do you think they've had long enough on their own?" I asked, pausing in the doorway. Carmen made a show of looking at her watch before replying.

"He's a smooth operator and she's a pushover! I'd say they should be well on the way by now!" and led me through the kitchen door, across the hall and back into the lounge.

However tipsy she might have been, Carmen's prediction was quite right. Left to his own devices Steve had made huge progress with my wife to the extent that, when we entered, they were laying down on the sofa in full passionate embrace. They barely noticed us, still less noticed the tray of drinks I placed on the low table next to them. Carmen returned silently in her armchair while I dimmed the low lights yet further before pulling my chair close to Carmen's and watching the action taking place before us. 

Steve was still fully dressed, though he had kicked off his shoes. In contrast, my wife's dress had been raised until it was bunched around her waist. Her long, slim stocking-clad legs were crudely parted and we returned just in time to see Steve plunge his hand deep inside her tiny panties as his mouth latched firmly on her long smooth neck. She moaned aloud, her eyes closed as he kissed and nibbled her soft skin eagerly, submitting herself totally to the large dark hickey that would unquestionably be left behind, marking as the fallen woman she now was. 

His hand was lithe and active in her panties too and moments later, from the bucking of her body against his palm that resulted, I guessed that at least one of his fingers was buried deep inside her vagina, seeking her g-spot - and close to finding it too, if the noises emanating from her mouth were anything to go by.

The top of her dress had been unfastened and lowered to her waist to meet its lifted hem so the whole expensive creation looked like a thick red belt around her navel. Her bra had simply been flipped up until her breasts were fully exposed and he began to give her mouth, globes and hardening nipples equal attention with his teeth and tongue as his fingers worked her vulva below, sucking the flesh of her breasts into his mouth holding it and releasing it as my wife's fingers stroked his hair and back.

Suddenly I saw Steve's strong forearm flex and he drove his fingers even more firmly into Alice's vagina, lifting her slightly from the cushion, her body writhing under his assault as if he was seeking something within her wet passage. Exactly what his fingers were doing within her was hidden from me but the results were immediate. 

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!

My lovely wife let out a series of surprised short, sharp exclamations in time with the bunching of Steve's arm muscles, building quickly until her head rose, her eyes flew open wide, her tummy contracted in spasm and she had a loud, sudden climax right before my eyes.

Aaaaaaaaaah!

Alice's arms flew up around his neck and her legs flopped sideways as if to give his strong hands easier access to her private places as her orgasm rolled over her. Barely ten feet away, I could hear her ecstatic cries clearly, see the muscles of her body tense and to my surprise and incredible arousal, actually smell her juices flowing onto his expert hand as his fingers on her g-spot kept her at orgasm for what seemed an age.

I looked to my right and saw Carmen staring at me with a knowing grin on her face. She raised a single finger and made a 'tick' gesture as if to mark 'orgasm number one' on a chalkboard.

Eventually satisfied with his handiwork, Steve gently removed his fingers from Alice's vagina and the pulsing of her body waned. He kissed her full on the lips for a long time, the movements of their mouths making it obvious how deeply their tongues were entwined with each other. Alice's arms surrounded him, her hands stroking her lover's back and running through his hair in gestures of both love and lust, while Steve's fingers toyed with her small firm breasts, teasing the hard nipples.

"Blow job next!" Whispered Carmen.

I turned my head to see Steve rising from Alice's prone body, her fingers still in his. He deftly unfastened his belt with one hand, then flicked open the clasp and lowered his zipper. Alice immediately reached up and grabbed his waistband, pulling both his trousers and shorts down to his thighs. His erection burst out of his lowered underwear, thick and strong and merely inches from her face, making her recoil in surprise. Steve stood back and kicked off his clothes, leaving himself naked from the waist down then quickly returned to the sofa and lifted his left leg over Alice's waist to straddle her upper body, leaning forward so that his huge cock was merely inches from her face.

"It'll get even bigger before he sticks it in you, little goody-goody Alice!" Carmen chuckled beside me. 

To my surprise, I saw that Carmen had quietly raised her own dress to her waist and was in the process of wriggling her purple tights down her thighs, along with the black panties beneath. She looked me in the eye.

"He's really big tonight. Just look at it! Little Alice isn't going to know what hit her!"

I stared first at Carmen, then back at my wife who was in the process of opening her mouth wide to receive the huge cock that loomed above her.

"Time to get naked, Mister Cuckold!" Carmen hissed, slipping her tights and panties right off before peeling her dress up and over her head. Seconds later her bra joined her dress on the floor and her rich, full breasts burst free, her large nipples dark in the soft light and hardening. I wriggled out of my trousers, shorts and socks and almost threw my shirt aside, my eyes flitting between my half naked wife who was now sucking hard on Steve's cock and Carmen's voluptuous body so close to mine.

"Strip her!" Carmen hissed.

"What?"

"While she's sucking him, strip her!"

Unsure of myself and now entirely naked, I could only do what the she-devil commanded. Tentatively and on my knees, I crossed from my chair to the sofa where Steve now straddled my wife's chest, his cock deep in her mouth, thrusting slowly and gently in and out of her beautiful face. Her long legs were moving slightly behind his back as she licked and sucked the huge cock that would surely soon penetrate her. 

I looked back at Carmen who made hurried, impatient gestures at me. I nodded and, hoping desperately I was doing the right thing, grasped the sides of my wife's panties, slid them down her legs and over her ankles before tossing them towards where Carmen was now kneeling on the rug. Alice clearly felt something happening because at first she closed her knees to try and prevent me exposing her vulva but then almost immediately gave up all resistance and her panties were mine.

A little careful fumbling later and her heels, stockings and suspender belt joined her panties on the floor, leaving her entirely naked from the waist down. Her newly shaven vulva glistened with her secretions and smelt pungently of her recent climax. I breathed in deeply, my face merely inches from her vagina and felt my erect cock twitch.

Leaning closer, I planted a single slow kiss on her smooth, freshly waxed pubic mound, smelling and tasting the juices that covered it. I heard a muffled sound of surprise over the slurping noises coming from beyond Steve's body and her legs closed momentarily on my head before releasing me.

My tongue passed over my lips as I looked back to where Carmen was waiting, my wife's discarded panties in her hands. She leaned forward and hissed at me.

"Lick her, Mister Cuckold!"

I pulled a puzzled face.

"Lick her cunt! Get her nice and wet for Steve's cock!"

Although I hated her crude language, I really loved the idea and turned my head back to my wife's hairless crotch. Her hips were gyrating gently in time with Steve's slow thrusts into her mouth -- a moving target but an easy one. I lowered my face again to her beautiful vulva and began to lick.

As my tongue took its first long, slow lap from the base of her slit right up to her clitoris, Alice let out a low moan, Steve's cock in her mouth muffling her voice. I lapped again and was rewarded with another moan and Steve's voice whispering.

"That's it Ali! Let him make you cum for me again. I want you hot and wet!"

Hearing him use the pet name only he had for my wife sent a thrill of excitement through my body. I licked her again, this time a bolder, stronger stroke along the inside of her left labia before descending down the right side then thrusting my pointed tongue deep into her vagina. 

The smell and taste were intoxicating, my face surrounded by the heady aroma of a beautiful, sexy woman in increasing heat. I drove my tongue into her again and her hips writhed beneath my touch. Again and again I licked her lips and delved into her body, feeling her lubrication seeping into her vagina and my mouth, lost in arousal as her hips began to gyrate against my face.

Finally I gave her one last long lick from bottom to top before turning my attention to her clitoris, knowing how sensitive it was and how easily it made her cum. I ran the flat of my tongue firmly over her it. It felt unfamiliarly large and swollen, hard under my touch. Alice's gyrations stopped and her legs clamped hard on my head. I ran the tip of my tongue along its underside. 

She gasped, almost choking on Steve's cock as I began a series of firm licks and jabs over, around and especially underneath her clit making her buck hard against my face. Her juices were flowing freely now and her hips ground against me, her newly waxed skin so much softer than her pubic hair used to be. 

Her legs began to thrash, one of them now over my shoulder, the other hanging loosely on the floor. She clamped on my head again, grunting loudly against Steve's cock as a climax shook her body. I licked again and another bolt hit her, the taste of her vulva changing as she came.

"That's enough now..." Came a soft voice from immediately behind me. "It's time she was fucked now! She's ready!"

I slowly pulled my head back from my wife's groin, turned and saw that Carmen had quietly slid on her knees to join me and had been watching my performance closely. Her right hand was deep between her naked thighs and she had clearly been fingering herself.

I nodded obediently and shuffled away as Steve dismounted my wife's chest. His cock, bold and erect was darker in colour and glistened with Alice's saliva.

"You might want these!" Carmen said, taking my wife's discarded panties and wrapping them loosely around my own erection. My hand instinctively went to meet hers in my groin and I grasped the warm damp satin-covered shaft I found there.

Looking back at the lovers, I saw Steve bend over Alice's upper body and, gently taking her by the hands, draw her carefully off the sofa onto the rug and onto her knees. Her arms rested on the seat cushion, her damp puffy vulva was pointing directly towards Carmen and me where we knelt. I could see the pink flush on her chest as she allowed herself to be manipulated by her lover like a doll, her red dress still bunched around her waist, her bra still high above her breasts.

Steve quickly positioned himself behind her, spreading her knees wide with his legs, then with his right hand placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her vagina. Carmen and I shuffled round, one right, one left, to get a better view as he parted my wife's inner lips and pushed his head half way into her opening. 




Journey into Cuckoldry - Third Time



He paused, her labia stretched around his dark, swollen head and I heard my wife's voice almost whimpering.

"Please... don't tease me... Steve.... please..."

"Please what, Ali?" He asked her in a low but commanding voice.

"Please.. do it, Steve... do it..."

"Do what, Ali?" He hissed.

My wife paused slightly then in a choked voice growled back.

"Fuck me, Steve. Fuck me PLEASE!!!"

"That's my girl, Ali!" He said then turned towards his wife Carmen.

"Fuck her, Steve!" Carmen she immediately called. 

Then he turned to me. I suddenly realised I didn't want to be asked the question -- I wanted him to take her whether or not I gave my consent. I wanted him to dominate me the way he was dominating her.

"Please Steve..." I heard Alice's voice pleading and knew what i had to do.

"Fuck her, Steve!" I half shouted.

The room was filled with Alice's squeal as Steve drove himself roughly into her vagina from behind, her voice was loud, surprised, in pain, in pleasure but totally arousing. Steve's body collided with her smooth firm buttocks and drove her head along the sofa cushion as his cock was rammed its full length into her. He paused, buried deep within her body then placed his hands on her slim waist and pulled back.

"How was that, Ali!" He whispered. "The only response was a small whimper.

And then he began to fuck her properly, mounting her from behind like a dog, the room full of wet slapping noises as his upper thighs collided repeatedly with her buttocks. She moaned, panted, squealed some more as he thrust in and out of her increasingly helpless body.

On my knees close by, I began unconsciously to masturbate, my wife's panties wrapped around my extra-hard erection. Beside me, also on her knees, Carmen was fingering herself wildly too, her body bucking against her own hand, soft wet noises reaching my ears.

Then Steve reached forwards, his cock still buried deep in Alice's vagina, and pulled her arms back towards him, swivelling her around and lowering her until she was lying full length on the rug, still impaled on his shaft. He lowered his body onto hers, parted her unresisting legs and began to thrust into her vagina from a new, low angle. Alice immediately began to pant and choke with increasing arousal

"It's an amazing position..." Carmen hissed, her fingers still working between her spread thighs. "He's right on her g-spot. She'll cum for certain now!"

And right on cue, Alice began to make the now familiar sounds of a building climax. The position was clearly awkward for Steve because he began to grunt and his thrusts were erratic but the effect on Alice was fast and thorough. Within a minute unfamiliar short, high pitched yelps were coming from her mouth and her head was thrashing first left, then right as he pounded her buttocks mercilessly, pressing her hips hard into the rug's rough surface.

"Oooooh! Oooooh!" 

A minute later her voice turned into a strange, almost sing-song moan as his thrusting quickened and the first mild wave of orgasm washed over her, making her body shake beneath his.

My hand on my cock was working overtime but I stayed just the right side of ejaculation as I watched, heard and smelled my wife having an orgasm at this amazing man's hands. Beside me, Carmen was just reaching her own first climax in time with Alice's. I could smell her climactic juices too, strong and musky, quite unlike my wife's and my head span further.

"Oh God! Oh God!" Alice's voice, drunk and distorted from the increasing power of her orgasm filled the room.

"Cum for me, Ali!" Steve whispered in her ear, bending low over her back as he his body hammered into hers.

"Yes...yes...yes... Ooooooh Godddddddd!"

Alice's body was racked by a massive wave of pleasure, her head rising backwards, her arms and shoulders tight in spasm. I had never seen her so out of control before, but still Steve had more to offer.

"Shall I cum in you now, Ali!" I heard him ask hoarsely, but Alice was beyond coherent reply. "I think it's time, don't you?"

My eyes half bulged from my head as Steve dexterously manoeuvred her into a position I had only seen in porn films. His thrusts slowed and stopped and he knelt up between my wife's spread legs, pulling his cock from her vagina as he moved. It stood nobly erect still, wet and now an angry dark red in colour. Then he somehow flipped her limp body over onto her back, took one of her legs in each hand and lifted them roughly towards her face so that her buttocks and vulva were totally and utterly exposed.

"Help me!" He hissed at me.

"Go on, quickly!" Carmen urged and I shuffled forward, instinctively knowing what to do. Kneeling next to Steve, I took my wife's left leg in my hands and held it while he positioned his cock at her entrance. My face was no more than twelve inches away from her obscenely exposed vulva as his head parted her lips once again and prepared to penetrate her.

His erection in place, Steve placed his free hand back on Alice's leg, I released my grip and without ceremony he thrust himself violently into her. 

She screamed. Loud. He pulled back and thrust again. She screamed again, her arms thrashing about. I grabbed her hand and she gripped mine as tightly as she had done when giving birth to our first child, partly in pain, partly in fear but now mostly uncontrollable pleasure.

And then Steve began to fuck her again, pressing her knees high up into her shoulders and face, her buttocks and vulva totally exposed and vulnerable as his body slammed into hers. Alice came again and again, her fingernails digging into my skin as her arousal reached new heights. With my free hand I tried to masturbate in time with Steve's thrusts but kept having to keep my balance as my wife's body thrashed about in orgasm. 

"Pleeaaseee.." I finally heard her beg. "Enough.... please.... too much..."

"Ok Ali..." Steve replied. "It's time for me to cum too..."

He began to quicken his pace, his thrusts becoming shorter and sharper. Alice began to whimper and climax again, but this time it seemed almost more painful than pleasurable.

"Please... hurry... so tired...." She slurred her words badly now.

In response Steve began to thrust wildly in rapid short rabbit-thrusts, his hips almost a blur.

"mmmmmMMMMMMM" His moan grew louder and louder.

"ooooooOOOOOOHHHHH Ali I'm cummmmingggg!" He croaked.

And then, barely two feet from my watching eyes, he began to ejaculate inside my wife's spent body, his short erratic thrusts accompanied by low moans and grunts from his own mouth and desperate gasps from Alice as his semen finally began to spurt into her. 

Her hand gripped mine more tightly than ever as her body, legs rocked right back by his weight, knees in her face, began helplessly to receive his seed as I heard the unmistakeable sounds of Carmen bringing herself to another climax close by. 

Then there was silence, broken only by the sound of heavy breathing from at least three of the room's occupants as we slowly recovered our senses.

Panting deeply, beads of sweat of his back, Steve gently pulled his softening cock from Alice's loose, messy vagina and released her legs which she immediately lowered to the floor, her thighs grotesquely spread wide, her vagina gaping open, dark and damp. 

Steve turned to me and smiled.

"I think she needs you now..."

He shuffled back down the rug until he reached his wife Carmen, kissed her, stood up and looked down on his conquest. On my knees, I looked up at the handsome face and masculine body my wife so craved. His thick cock hung limply between his legs, swollen, red and angry and still rather intimidating, level with my face though too far away to reach.

I turned to my wife. Alice's head was lolling back on the rug, her eyes were closed, her blonde hair fanned out like a halo, her arms lifeless on the floor, palms upwards. Her thighs were spread wide open but her heels were close together, knees bent, in almost a frog-like position. Her newly-shaven vulva glistened with her juices and Steve's copious semen.

It was a scene of devastation -- certainly one of Total Conquest. My wife's body had been completely and utterly taken by this man, right in front of me. His rich semen was even now swimming within her probably unprotected vagina and womb. The evidence was before my amazed eyes. I shuffled forwards. Alice half opened her eyes and smiled at me, then closed them again.

I moved closer still, seeing the darkening patches on her breasts where Steve's mouth had bitten and sucked them, her nipples large, dark and still firm. I unfastened her tangled bra and slid it off, then bent over and kissed her left nipple gently, then its right companion, then in the crease between her firm globes. She tasted of salt. 

I wriggled her out of the bunched knot that her red dress had become then planted a long line of tiny kisses down from her breasts towards her belly button, toying with its salty contents with the tip of my tongue and feeling the heat from her spent body against my chest. I moved downwards towards her newly-bared vulva, feeling the strange smoothness where I was used to toying with her sparse pubic hair. 

Small streaks of stickiness criss-crossed her lower belly and spread down into her groin, growing in size and dampness as they got closer to her red, puffy slit. Tentatively, I put out my tongue and reached for the uppermost dampness on her soft, pale skin. 

As my tongue touched the first small sticky patch, Alice gasped. I looked up into her dreamy face.

"It tickles..." she giggled. I breathed hot air deliberately onto her soft, smooth skin and felt her shudder again. Then I licked the stickiness away with one long stroke of my tongue. Alice gasped again and I felt a small wave of warm, sex-infused aroma fill my head. Before it could subside, I found a second patch and licked that, the smell and taste of their sex filling my mouth. I found another, then another before finally taking the plunge and pressing my open mouth hard against my wife's swollen sticky, semen-encrusted vulva and plunged my tongue into her loose vagina.

It was as if I had taken a mind-altering drug, or was drunk for the first time. What felt like a tidal wave, but could only have been a teaspoon of the heady blend of Steve's semen and Alice's secretions filled my mouth. The powerful aroma filled my nostrils, working its way into my chest and of course, my fuddled mind. My head, surrounded by her smooth, tanned thighs rising on either side and her wet, sticky vulva pressed hard against my face, reeling with sexual overload.

Without thinking, I slipped one hand under each soft smooth buttock and raised her flowing cup to my lips as I drove my tongue as deep as it would go into her body. Above me, Alice flinched but I was beyond stopping now. I pressed my nose hard against her clitoris, parting the upper part of her slit with its tip and feeling the stickiness spreading across my face. I lapped firmly, first along her left labia, then her right, as if seeking out every last drop of the precious fluids. I felt something dripping down my chin as Alice's thighs closed on my head, as if trying to control my access but I just kept on licking at her puffy lips, plunging into her vagina and tickling her clitoris with the tip of my tongue until to my astonishment and utter delight she climaxed all around me for one final time and my eager mouth was rewarded with a brand new wave of her juices, fresh from her vulva and powerfully scented. I heard her cry softly.

"No more... please... enough..."

And her thighs simply fell away from my head and her body fell back on the rug, limp and utterly spent.

I sat back on my heels and looked at the woman I loved, now merely a ragdoll draped over the rug on the floor, her arms and legs splayed helplessly apart. I moved between her open thighs, erection in hand, ready to add my semen to the extraordinary mix within her but some reason, paused. After all they had just done and we had just done, forcing my body into hers suddenly seemed unnecessary. My cock stood firm, rigid, erect and ready to do its duty but this time I didn't feel the need to claim her as mine after all.

Was this the ultimate act of submission? Knowing that my wife's sweet body was full of another man's seed, unprotected, unsafe and with pregnancy a real possibility? And yet not feeling driven to try and force my own seed ahead of his? Willing to sit back and let nature take its course?

I felt a strange feeling of serenity pass over me and for a very brief time actually wanted to see Alice's belly swell for a third time in her life, but this time with Steve's baby growing within her, utterly and demonstrably his.

I was brought out of my reverie by a series of loud, fast banging noises from the bedroom above, accompanied by short, sharp squeals of ecstasy from Carmen as, no doubt, Steve was making at least as good a job of fucking her as her had just done to my wife. I shook my head to clear my mind of the absurd picture it had just presented and knelt alongside Alice. Her eyes were closed.

"How are you...?" I whispered.

"Mmmm?" She replied, her voice still sounding drunk.

"Shall I take you to bed...?" I asked softly. She opened her eyes, smiled and nodded.

Feeling very grateful for the time I had spent in the gym, I slipped my arms under her limp body and, lifting her gently, carried her upstairs to our bedroom.

"We'll clean you up in the morning." I whispered, pulling the duvet over her unresponsive frame as she rolled onto her left side and fell soundly asleep as I looked adoringly at her exhausted, well used body.

The banging noises and gasps of ecstasy coming from the guest room reached a loud climax as I knelt alongside the bed and dealt swiftly with my remaining erection alongside my sleeping wife in the silence that followed. It was a surprisingly intense experience with my head full of images -- first of her womb alive with Steve's sperm then of a pregnant Alice walking down the streets, meeting our families and friends with her belly swollen with his child. 

When my spermless semen had left my body in a wave of my own pleasure, I cleaned myself up, pulled my bathrobe around me and went out onto the landing where Steve and Carmen were adjusting their clothes.

"Would you like a shower?" I asked. You're welcome to stay the night..."

Steve smiled and thanked me but politely declined.

"I think someone else needs to get to her own bed too!" He laughed, nodding at Carmen whose face and chest were flushed bright pink and whose eyes were clearly having difficulty focussing as she held his hand tightly, leaning slightly against his strong frame. "There's something about the two of you that really gets to her..." 

I smiled and led them to the front door. I kissed Carmen on the cheek.

"Thank you for... well, for everything, I suppose!" I said, meaning every word. "You've changed our lives."

She kissed me on the lips then Steve and I shook hands with only a small amount of awkwardness. What do you say to the man who has just given your wife the orgasm of her life and might just have knocked her up?

"Thanks for..." Was all I could come out with. It was enough.

"It was a pleasure" Was his brief reply, smiling broadly.

"Goodnight!" I said. "See you soon?"

Steve smiled conspiratorially. "I hope so. You've got a very special girl there!"

"I know." I agreed. "And so do you!" He smiled at Carmen who looked nearly as well-fucked and fuddled as my own wife then smiling, led her out into the night.

The front door closed on an extraordinary evening. As I tidied up in the kitchen and dining room, I felt the stickiness on my face drying, my nose and mouth still very much full of the flavour and aroma of passionate sex. 

Before climbing into bed I reluctantly washed my face in the bathroom then joined Alice under the duvet and fell quickly and happily asleep, wondering what the morning would bring.



Journey into Cuckoldry - Twice Shy



This story follows on from Journey into Cuckoldry. You will enjoy it much more if you have already read the first part before starting this one, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Jenny x



It was over six months since the extraordinary evening described in 'Journey into Cuckoldry' took place - an evening in which my lovely blonde wife Alice and I had both been deliberately seduced by our friends Steve and Carmen in our own MPV as we drove home, slightly drunk, from a late night open air concert. 

Well, to be more precise, Carmen had given me a lingering hand job in the front seat while I tried to drive, finger her pussy and watch the action in the back seat in the rear-view mirror, all at the same time. 

I hadn't done a very good job of any of those things.

In the back seat however, Carmen's husband Steve had done an amazingly good job, systematically seducing my sweet, formerly innocent wife as I watched, starting with giggling and tickling, progressing to kissing and fondling, then on to fingering, fucking and finishing with the final triumph, inseminating her before my eyes. 

And I had watched it all in the mirror, spellbound, unable to intervene, until Carmen's fingers had brought me to a messy climax in the damp panties Steve had stripped from Alice and thrown forwards into the front seat.

Carmen had immediately christened me 'Cuckold' which was unkind if not strictly untrue.

Our marriage had survived this infidelity though – indeed for a while things took a massive turn for the better. For the first few weeks afterwards we made love every day. Alice responded well to the new, passionate me. 

When her period came and we realised with relief that she wasn't pregnant things calmed down a little but for a long time both of us seemed to work much harder at our relationship, especially sexually, as if I now felt I had a competition for her physical affections which hadn't been there before. 

We both exercised much more often too and became fitter, healthier and, in Alice's case, even more sexy and attractive. 

Even the kids noticed an improvement in our relationship, but I hoped they would never guess the cause.

Although we had seen Steve and Carmen a few times since our seduction we had avoided being a group of only four again, preferring to have other friends around us such as at parties. I can't honestly say why – maybe it was subconsciously to protect us from further temptation; maybe I just had difficulty being with a couple who, in their own words, had won a 'Total Conquest' over us.

So it was with more than a little unease that, one morning as I sipped my coffee and ate a sandwich in the large Coffee Shop in the town centre, I saw the door open and Carmen enter on her own. I tried to make myself invisible but she had already spotted me and, once she had collected her hot drink, made her way over to my quiet corner table.

"Hi!" She said, leaning over. We kissed awkwardly but politely on the cheek. "Mind if I join you?"

"I've nearly finished..." I started but she wasn't listening. She put down her handbag and sat in the comfortable chair alongside mine.

Despite my misgivings, she looked fantastic. Curvier than my wife Alice, but without being overweight, Carmen had a fiery personality and looks to match. Shoulder-length wavy hair, so brown it was almost black matched perfectly the sparkling dark eyes around which she wore just the right amount of make-up. Her red dress was figure-hugging, flattering and clearly expensive; her black tights were sheer and her heels high. 

The word sexy didn't come close to describing her! She made me nervous and my mind raced back to the evening in the car when I had fingered her as she had brought me to a messy climax.

For a few minutes we went through the usual routine. How was Steve? How was Alice? How were our kids? How was your holiday? A casual observer wouldn't have guessed that she and I had a dark secret. But we both knew that the subject was going to come up and, after a while, predictably it was Carmen who took the first step down that road. 

"I think you two have been avoiding us, haven't you?" She said softly, leaning towards me with her eyes full of mischief. "There's no need, you know. We're very discreet – your secret's safe with us!"

Carmen just said exactly what she was thinking – and disconcertingly usually knew what you were thinking too.

"It's not that..." I stammered. "We've just been busy..." It sounded weak, even to me.

"Of course you have..." She said, unconvinced. "You've hardly had a chance to think about that night, have you?"

She laughed. I blushed scarlet.

"Steve and I talk about it quite often." She went on. "It was such a good evening – before, during and especially after the concert." Her eyes were fixed on mine. I tried to return her gaze but it was difficult. "We've often thought we should go to another... concert ... with you two."

"I think we've had enough concerts for a while." I said, pretending to make a joke of it. But Carmen could see right through me.

"You two were quite a surprise." She said, her eyes sparkling even more mischievously.

I already knew from Alice that Carmen and Steve had deliberately plotted our seduction but pretended this was a new idea.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean..." She said, moving closer. "That neither Steve nor I expected the pair of you to go anywhere near as far as you did!" I looked at her quizzically, encouraging her to carry on. 

"Steve thought that strong, macho you would step in and stop him as soon as he got his hands on little Alice's knickers. That's why he was pretending it was all playful. To give him a route out if you got angry.

"Me, I had more confidence in him – and I had an idea about you too, even then. I thought he'd at least get to finger her and that she'd be the one to call a halt." 

She looked me straight in the eyes.

"It seems both of us were wrong! Your sweet, innocent Alice turned out to be a bit of a pushover, didn't she?" 

Her words brought a flush of anger to my cheeks. Carmen must have seen it because she immediately put her hand on mine. "I'm sorry to upset you, but she was. She certainly didn't put up much of a fight, you have to admit that." 

Indeed I had admitted it to myself, but was not prepared to say it out loud and effectively call the woman I loved a slut.

"And as for you... Well, you might have been born to be a cuckold. We were amazed." She continued.

"Sorry?" I said, genuinely not understanding her.

"You didn't lift a finger to protect your wife's honour even though you could clearly see what was going on. Not one finger." 

My anger increased, this time with myself. Carmen was telling the truth and I didn't like it one bit. She continued the verbal torture. 

"Not even when it was obvious he was going to cum in her right in front of you!" She laughed hollowly. "No, you nearly killed us all by driving too fast with your eyes fixed on the rear view mirror."

She was right again. Even though I knew Alice hadn't been on the pill since my vasectomy five years previously, I had felt utterly helpless to stop Steve from filling her with his seed. We had been lucky he hadn't made her pregnant.

"And you didn't even try and even things up by screwing me yourself, did you? No, you just loved watching your sweet, innocent wife being thoroughly fucked by my husband. The hand job I gave you was just a little bonus, wasn't it?"

She sat back, her little lecture over for the moment.

"Would you have let me screw you?" I asked in a feeble attempt to defend myself. Carmen smiled.

"As it happens, no I wouldn't. " She said very quietly after making sure no-one was nearby. "Steve and I aren't swingers. I'm a one-cock girl – especially if the cock in question has just cum in another man's wife right in front of him." 

"Total Conquest!" The words were spoken softly but triumphantly. "It's the biggest turn-on I can imagine. I couldn't wait for us to get back home!"

My mind reeled at the thought of Carmen and Steve having triumphant sex in their bed after we had taken them home that night, pleased with their unexpectedly successful conquest.

"What was your sex life like straight after it all happened?" She asked, taking a line I had not expected.

"It was OK." I replied automatically.

"Just OK?" She challenged. I couldn't lie, Carmen was too astute.

"Well actually it was good. No, to be honest it was great. Really great!" I confessed.

"But it's cooled off again now, right?" She stated. I didn't answer. She was right of course; it had been a cause of a little friction between Alice and me recently.

"It felt amazing, didn't it? Screwing her straight after she'd been screwed by Steve." Again I didn't answer, unwilling to admit the truth. "Sloppy seconds for the Cuckold!"

I remembered it had felt, entering my wife's body, knowing that only an hour before it had been filled with another man's semen; seeing her vulva still red and puffy from the penetrations she had received at the hands of that man and his huge cock.

"You'd like to watch her again, wouldn't you?" Carmen's assertion drew me sharply back from my reverie.

"What? Sorry?" I mumbled, the image still strongly in my mind.

"I said I think you'd rather like to do it all over again." She whispered. "Cuckold!"

"Of course I wouldn't!" I answered sharply. "That was a one-off. A mistake!"

"Really?" She asked, the look on her face telling me how little she believed my words. 

I had never seen such a look on a woman's face in my life. It was as if Carmen could see straight through me – and in response I was seeing myself in my true light for the first time. Ashamed, I looked down at the table, unable to meet her penetrating gaze any longer but my body language confessed all.

"Don't be ashamed..." Carmen said, her hand taking mine once again, her voice soft and reassuring. "You're not alone by a long way." I still couldn't look her in the eye. "You'd be surprised just how many men like to see their wives or girlfriends being fucked by someone who really knows what they're doing. And you'd be surprised how many wives and girlfriends enjoy having a really good cock inside them once in a while." 

She paused again. "You'd be even more surprised if I told you who they were!"

This time I did look up. Carmen nodded.

"People you know very well indeed!" She said meaningfully. "Not all were as enthusiastic as you two but all the same, we've had a good few victories!"

I was gobsmacked. Had Steve also seduced some of our good friends? Who could they be? Although I still felt ashamed with myself, I started to feel less alone in my fantasies.

"So you'd like to see Alice and Steve together again, right?" She said for a second time. 

I lowered my eyes and nodded.

"But you don't think she'd go along with it and you're worried about suggesting it in case she thinks you're a pervert. Right again?"

I nodded again, amazed that I could be so honest with this extraordinary woman.

"But you would consider creating the circumstances in which it could happen again? Without her realising what you were doing?"

This was not at all what I had expected, but was too interesting to ignore.

"Maybe..." I ventured, unwilling to commit myself.

"Then the question is, how much effort are you prepared to put into persuading her!" 

I looked up sharply. "What do you mean?"

"Let's get another coffee and talk. I have an idea..." She said.

***

A few days later, Carmen and I were sitting together at different table in different cafe, making our large, strong coffees last as long as we could. Our table was not in the window but was perfectly placed for us both to see clearly whatever was going on across the road.

On the roadside terrace of our favourite Italian restaurant opposite, my lovely wife sat waiting patiently for me to arrive. Every few minutes she looked at her watch and gazed down the road. The wine glass in front of her was already two-thirds empty and as she looked at the menu for the fifth time, she took another sip.

She looked simply stunning in a short, flowery summer dress that flattered her tall, slim figure – so very different from Carmen's voluptuousness. Her long tanned, bare legs seemed to go on forever before ending in bright shiny red heels and her long blonde hair, brushed until it shone, was held back from her pretty face with her favourite red band.

"How long should I wait?" I asked quietly.

"Give her another five minutes." Carmen replied. "I'll text Steve."

Across the road, the attentive waiter approached Alice. I watched as she spoke to him, pointing to her empty glass and then to the top left hand corner of the menu before looking at her watch again. I picked up my mobile phone and dialled. Across the road, Alice answered.

"Hi Darling!" She said. "Where are you? It's getting late." I could see the concern on her face.

"I'm so sorry Sweetheart..." I replied, trying to sound convincing. "There's been a big accident on the ring road and I've been stuck solid for twenty minutes."

"Oh no!" She moaned, genuinely upset.

"I can't see any way I'm going to get out of here for the next hour. I'm really sorry – you'll just have to eat lunch without me..."

"But it was supposed to a special occasion... I've dressed up and everything..."

"I know. I'm so sorry... Another time? Please?"

She wasn't happy of course, but after a minute's chat and a brief 'I love you', we hung up.

I sat forward in my seat and watched her closely. From my vantage point across the road I could see her body language change from sexy and happy to badly disappointed. She put the phone down and was toying with her near-empty glass when the waiter reappeared with two small plates of food, presumably the nibbles she had ordered for the two of us. Alice looked at them then distractedly began to eat.

"Texting now..." Carmen whispered from close by. Her phone beeped and she pulled me around until our heads almost touched as we peered through the window at my wife.

After less than a minute, a familiar handsome figure walked confidently around the corner and made directly for the restaurant terrace. It was Steve, and I have to say that even I thought he looked gorgeous. He had clearly been working out because his powerful upper body was very well presented in a close fitting white polo shirt and the tight buttocks I knew Alice had secretly admired for a long time - and which I had once seen rising and falling between her open thighs - were displayed to great effect by a pair of tailored chinos.

He strode purposely across the terrace as if to go into the main building, then stopped suddenly in the doorway. Retracing his steps, he looked across the busy tables and smiled, then walked straight over to where my wife Alice was sitting. 

I watched their meeting in anxious silence. Steve put his hand on her shoulder; she turned, immediately recognising him; her face registered surprise then unease. He spoke, smiling; they kissed hello on the cheek. There was more talk; Alice looked frustrated; Steve looked at his watch and spoke again; Alice broke into a laugh; Steve laughed too; Alice nodded and he sat down at her table.

Summoning the waiter, Steve placed some kind of order and within minutes two more large glasses of wine appeared. They sipped and chatted and I could tell from her body language that Alice was gradually becoming more relaxed with him, laughing frequently at his words – which of course I could only guess at. 

He began to touch her hand a little as they talked. At first Alice moved it away automatically but as the conversation went on she smiled and laughed more and more and by the time they had finished eating Steve's hand had been resting on my wife's for a good twenty minutes.

Eventually he looked one last time at his watch and, pulling a face, called for the bill. After a short debate, apparently about who should pay, Steve got out his wallet while Alice rummaged in her handbag for something. Eventually she took out a small book I recognised as her pocket diary. They debated a little longer then Alice wrote something in the book before putting it away.

They stood up together – I thought Alice looked a little unsteady on her feet – then kissed goodbye before going their separate ways. This time the kiss, though still very short, was definitely on the lips.

In the cafe opposite, Carmen and I leaned back in our seats.

"Well?" She said, and I realised that her hand had been pressed firmly against my groin under the table throughout the floor show. "It looks like we've started something, doesn't it?"

***

I arrived home well after six o'clock, apologizing half-heartedly for missing our date. Alice seemed a lot less unhappy than she should, which pleased me, although I took care not to let it show. I asked what she had done at the restaurant. She replied that she had simply finished her drink and nibbles, had a coffee and gone shopping in town.

"So you've had a pretty solitary day then?" I ventured. Alice nodded. I smiled inwardly. She was keeping secrets!

When the kids were in bed, Alice went upstairs for a bath, leaving me alone in the kitchen. I quickly opened her handbag, found her diary, turned to today's date and worked forwards in time until I saw the entry I was looking for. It wasn't far in the future.

Thursday 1pm – lunch – S

Alice and Steve had arranged to meet for lunch in three days' time and she wasn't going to tell me about it.

***

It wasn't easy rearranging my schedule at short notice but within a day had made myself free around Thursday lunchtime. All I needed was to know where they were planning to meet so I could look for a place to watch without been observed.

It was Wednesday morning before Carmen called.

"It's the Grange..." She told me, meaning a Garden Centre about twenty miles away. "It's perfect for you. There's a cafe close to the restaurant where you can sit and watch. You'd be hidden by the display but you'd see them really well."

I knew it and it was perfect. Carmen and Steve must have chosen it especially because of the opportunity to watch that it afforded. It was also far enough away from our home for there to be little chance of meeting any friends there, which would probably help Alice relax further and perhaps go a bit further with Steve too.

"Thanks Carmen." I said, pleased. "Are you sure you can't come too?"

"Maybe next time..." She said in her huskiest voice. "Mr. Cuckold!"

***

I arrived half an hour early on Thursday and, after ordering tea and a sandwich, took out my newspaper and waited for Alice and Steve to arrive.

Five minutes before the hour, my wife entered the restaurant and was shown to a table not far from the full length glass partition that separated the restaurant from the cafe in which I sat. 

I have to say she looked stunning again, this time dressed in a short blue sleeveless sun dress that swooshed around her slender body as if she was in an advert. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail and fastened with a dark blue ribbon. She had clearly gone to a lot of trouble to look her best for this lunch date.

At exactly one o'clock, Steve arrived, having obviously made a real effort too. A tight white T shirt and slim-cut jeans showed off his gym-toned body and made my own efforts in the weight room feel insignificant.

They kissed hello full on the lips, which surprised me a little, then sat talked, Steve's hand on hers from the beginning. They ordered and ate and talked brightly and happily and as they talked, he began to stroke Alice's arm from her fingers to her shoulder. As the lunch progressed, his hand found its way to her bare knee where, after a short period of stroking, it progressed up her thigh until it reached the hem of her dress. 




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Alice laughingly tapped him on the cheek and moved his fingers away – but only as far as her knee. My erection strained within my pants as I watched my wife being systematically fondled in public and apparently enjoying every minute of it.

When it was time to depart, they were both obviously reluctant and waited until they had reached the far corner of the car park before kissing goodbye. This time the kiss was longer and on the lips. Steve's hands fell to Alice's buttocks and squeezed them. She didn't resist. 

***

Alice and Steve met again that week, this time for coffee mid morning. It was difficult but I managed to get away from work and watch them from the front seat of my MPV. This time Steve's hand rested on my wife's upper thigh for a long time and although she did nothing to encourage him, she did nothing to stop him either.

Alice was rather impatient with me over the weekend. Our lovemaking was unsatisfactory too; I came much too soon and was left with the clear impression that my size and performance had both been disappointing, which is what I had intended.

They met for lunch at the Grange again the following Tuesday. Carmen tipped me off in advance and I watched from my previous vantage point as they talked, their heads close together. This time, below the table, Steve's hand strayed fully underneath my wife's short skirt. Her eyes closed as his fingers briefly explored her hidden areas and my chest ached – partly through latent jealousy but mostly in frustration at being unable to see clearly what he was doing to her body.

Alice didn't mention her lunch with Steve when I asked her about her day that evening over supper. Instead she wanted to discuss the arrangements for our visit to my parents the coming Friday when we were due to drive north and stay over the weekend. The kids were looking forward to it.

***

It was Wednesday afternoon when I noticed the missed call on my mobile phone from Carmen. I had been working so didn't notice it ringing but called back at the first opportunity.

When she answered, her words were short.

"It's Friday! Steve's taking her out to dinner and then dancing. He thinks he can fuck her in your house afterwards. I think he's right – she's ready for it!"

Oh my God! The devious plan might actually work – and a lot quicker than I had hoped too.

"But we're going to my parents on Friday..." I protested.

"She's going to make an excuse. Trust me, she's ready for it. Now you and I need to talk..."

I could barely contain my excitement...

***

Alice didn't mention anything untoward about our weekend that night or the following day. I felt disappointed that our plan hadn't worked as well as I had believed but consoled myself that there would be other lunch dates in the coming weeks in which Steve could exercise his undoubted powers of persuasion.

On Thursday night, as we were getting ready for bed, Alice suggested that we should make love. This was unusual for her on any night in recent weeks but especially so on a Thursday which was a busy day for her. 

Was this a conscience fuck before her expected adultery the following night? I really hoped so. 

It sounds bad now, but when we made love I deliberately came quite early again - long before she was anywhere near orgasm – so that she would feel frustrated and unsatisfied overnight and the following day if she met Steve. Leaving her unsatisfied had become much more common over the last six months but to do it deliberately was new for me. Alice assured me she had enjoyed the sex but I knew better.

***

On Friday morning I was at work as usual. Alice was to collect the kids after school and get everything packed for the weekend so I could come home and whisk us all immediately away. All seemed to be going to this original plan so I was surprised when my mobile rang just before lunch.

"Hi Darling." I was Alice. "I'm afraid there's a problem!" My heart leapt. The little minx was deliberately leaving her excuses late so I would have no time to think of a way around them. I asked what the problem was.

"It's Mum. She's had a bit of a turn at home. They want me to go and stay with her tonight."

Brilliant! I thought. An apparently unattractive task, described vaguely, that the kids and I couldn't possibly help with, and serious enough to make arguing futile. Perfect!

"But we're due to be at my parents..." I protested weakly.

"I know! I'm really sorry. You'll just have to go without me. I'll try and get away on Sunday but it all depends... I'll be here when you get home tonight but will have to go straight afterwards."

I agreed, apparently reluctantly and wished her mother well.

Then I called my parents and asked them to meet me half way to their house so I could hand over the kids and get back 'to help Alice with her Mum'.

The plan was definitely on!

***

It was early evening when I parked our MPV outside Carmen and Steve's house, well away from anywhere Alice was likely to see it. Despite my excitement at all the evening promised, I had remained calm and, I hope natural when I had picked the kids up from home.

Alice had looked sweet and normal too – well, perhaps her cheeks were a little flushed with excitement – and we had kissed lovingly when we said our goodbyes in the hallway, leaving her alone in the house to 'get a bag ready for Mum.'

After forty-five minutes' drive I met my father at a service station and handed the kids over. I couldn't tell who was more excited, the kids at being seriously spoilt for a weekend or me at the prospect of watching my wife getting fucked by another man! I drove back quickly, noting as I passed our house that Alice's car was still in the driveway and that the lights were on in our bedroom and bathroom. My pulse raced at the thought that she was getting herself ready for her lover.

An hour later, Carmen and I were sitting in a romantic, half hidden booth in the back of the smart, expensive restaurant Steve had chosen for his date with my wife. Our table was round and the bench seat curved around half of its circumference so she and I were pressed close together in the recess. I could feel the warmth of her full figured body against mine which was immediately arousing.

It was, as intended, very private but gave us a first class view of most of the rest of the tables. 

A short while later, Steve arrived looking, if it were possible, even more handsome in an expensively cut dark suit and open neck shirt.

"He's gorgeous, isn't he?" Carmen whispered and took a long sip of her gin and tonic. "She's in for a treat tonight..." Her hand moved across to my groin and squeezed the lump that was forming there, then added "If you're lucky, Cuckold."

And then my eyes nearly popped out of my head as Alice entered the restaurant. My mouth literally fell open at the stunning girl who approached the table opposite and who Steve rose to greet with a kiss full on the mouth.

"It's amazing what a girl will do for the right sort of man..." Carmen said, tightening her grip on my bulge.

Almost unrecognisable as the wife I had left behind only a couple of hours ago, Alice was dressed in a tight fitting, very short silver dress I had never seen before and which showed her figure off to perfection. Shimmering silk covered her long legs down to the silver high heels which again were new to me. Her hair was full and cascaded around her face in long, sexy waves.

For the next ninety minutes Carmen and I sat absently eating our meal while we watched the beautiful couple enjoy their evening. Steve ordered champagne – something we could seldom afford – and Alice made pretence at refusing it before accepting several glasses. 

They laughed and ate, sitting side by side almost as close as Carmen and I were. I could see Steve's expert hands at work first on the table, then underneath it as his fingers casually travelled from Alice's hands to her arms then stroked her neck before taking a bolder position on her silk-covered thigh. 

She made no protest as his fingers reached her knee and made only token objections as they patiently but persistently rose up her leg until they reached the hem of her dress. 

As his fingers slipped underneath, Alice placed her hand on his as if to stop his advances. He paused but his hand remained high on her thigh and she made no attempt to move it away, seemingly content to keep it where it was. 

Their conversation stopped. My wife's eyes close for a few seconds and she seemed to breathe out heavily. Below the table it was hard to tell what was going on but I could see the muscles on Steve's forearm and wrist moving rhythmically.

"He's fingering her..." Carmen whispered in a sing-song voice. "At the table! How do you like that?"

Looking at my wife's face across the room I could tell Carmen was right. Alice's head was leaning slightly backward and her knees were parting in illicit pleasure. I liked it a lot and was annoyed when the tension was suddenly broken as a waiter arrived with their coffee. Steve's hand returned reluctantly to the table and Alice tried to recover her composure, pretending that nothing had happened. 

They looked into each other's eyes. Alice whispered something to Steve and the pair of the stood up. She took his hand and led him to the dance floor where they began to gyrate together along with the many other couples enjoying the evening.

"Time for us to go..." Carmen said, releasing my groin from her grip. "While they can't see us. We've got things to do, right Cuckold?"

Reluctantly I pulled my eyes away from the beautiful couple dancing so well and so sexily together and, leaving cash on the table to cover our bill, followed her into the car park.

***

Ten minutes later Carmen and I entered our house quietly having parked her car several streets away, out of sight. Entering the lounge, Carmen poured us both a long, strong drink while I looked around. Alice had deliberately left the lights on low, giving the room a soft, romantic feeling and there was definitely a smell of perfume or incense in the air. She was clearly hoping for a romantic encounter when she returned home. 

I opened wide the right hand side of the double doors that led from the lounge into the dining room and, turning on the light, went inside. With Carmen's help, I lifted the large picture mirror from its wall mounting and moved it a few feet along to stand upright on the sideboard, closer to the lounge. Using heavy books and a door stop we angled the mirror carefully towards the open door.

Carmen looked at her wristwatch. "Not long to wait now! We'd better check it works."

So saying, she went back into the lounge and stood alongside the large, firm sofa that stood almost in the middle of the room. I retreated back into the dining room and sat on the small two-seat sofa which stood against the wall opposite the mirror and looked at the reflection presented.

The left hand side of the lounge was in full clear view but no sofa was visible. I ran back to the mirror and with a few grunts managed to change its angle slightly before returning to my seat. I checked again. Perfect! The whole of the centre of the lounge, including all the sofa and surroundings, were in full clear view.

"Can you see anything?" Carmen asked.

"Everything!" I called back. What about you?"

"Nothing! I can't see anything unusual at all! They won't have a clue we're there"

In a few moments she joined me on the dining room sofa, turning off all the lights except for those Alice had deliberately left on, and sitting close by me in the darkness.

"Ironic, isn't it?" She said quietly.

"What?" I asked, my tummy fluttering almost unbearably with anticipation.

"I mean you watched her get fucked in a mirror the first time and you're going to see her get fucked in a mirror now – if it all goes to plan!" She chuckled. "At least you don't have a car to crash this time!"

After what seemed like hours but which could only have been thirty minutes at the most, there was the sound of a car pulling up outside. Carmen squeezed my hand hard. There was a rattling of keys in the door, and a mumbling of voices in the hallway. I heard the front door close with a click followed by muffled giggling, footsteps on the hard wooden floor then, as the hopefully adulterous couple entered the lounge, I heard their conversation clearly even though they were out of my field of view.

"Thank you for a wonderful evening..." Alice was saying. "I haven't had so much fun in a long time. And I'm worn out with all that dancing."

"I hope you're not completely spent, Ali..." Steve replied in a meaningful voice.

'Ali' I thought. Steve has a pet name for my wife? Nobody else called her Ali – nobody that I knew of anyway. How long had that being going on?

"Cheeky!" My wife countered. "Would you like some coffee?"

"That would be a good start." Steve laughed.

"I'll go and make..." But her words were cut off short.

Unable to see, my mind raced. Were they kissing? After a while my wife spoke, slightly breathless.

"Wow! Steve... I haven't kissed like that for a long time, I..." Her words were cut off again. This time I could hear the soft wet sounds of two mouths deeply and passionately together, heavy breathing and the sound of clothing being ruffled. Unable to see them, my frustration was terrible.

Then to my relief there was a shuffling of feet and the two of them moved towards the sofa, straight into my field of view, their mouths still pressed firmly together. 

Now I could see clearly, Alice's body tensing as if in an attempt at resistance; Steve's mouth remaining firmly on hers as he wrapped her in his arms; another moment of hesitation on Alice's part; the tension leaving her body as she melted into their embrace, her arms rising around his strong, muscular neck, her mouth opening wide for his tongue. 

In the darkness, Carmen silently squeezed my crotch tightly and kept squeezing as we watched our spouses together.

Their embrace was long and lasting, Alice's hanging helpless from Steve's powerful shoulders while his hands explored her body through her dress, from the nape of her neck down to her silver-covered buttocks, kneading them with his strong fingers. He pulled her hard into his chest and her hips writhed against him, rubbing herself unconsciously on his thigh. 

After what seemed an age, Alice slipped her mouth away from his and leaned back, gulping in fresh air. 

"Mmm Steve... we shouldn't...we..." She weakly protested.

Again he silenced her with a kiss, his time their lips pressing together more tenderly, and as he kissed her, he deftly slipped the narrow straps of her silver dress off her shoulders letting them fall loose down her slender arms. 

The top of her dress fell away revealing a small white satin strapless bra underneath. He cupped her near-naked breasts. She moaned.

"Steve, please..."

But there was no conviction in her voice, indeed she slipped her arms through the fallen straps and the whole upper half of the dress fell to her waist. His arms enfolded her again and behind her back his nimble fingers released the clasp of her bra. It fell forwards, trapped between their bodies as they kissed, then as his hands rose to caress her breasts, dropped unnoticed to the floor leaving her bare-chested in his arms. 

"Beautiful..." He murmured and gently but firmly turned her until her back rested against his chest, her head against his shoulder. His muscular arms encircled her body again, big, strong hands cupping her newly exposed breasts as she stood facing directly towards the mirror – I couldn't have had a better view of the action if they had planned it all. Alice's eyes closed and her head fell back against Steve's chest as he kneaded her boobs, his fingers toying first with the soft pale globes, then the dark pointed nipples, rolling them then squeezing them. 

Knowing Alice, I could predict the effect this would have and I was right. She began to moan and grind her bottom backwards against his groin, her arms reaching back to grab his firm buttocks. His mouth fell to her neck where his kissed her and nibbled her flesh under her long hair.

"He really knows what presses her button, doesn't he...?" Carmen whispered in my ear and I felt a hidden hand at my waist, efficiently unfastening my belt, flicking open my trouser clasp and lowering my zipper. "Let's see if I can do the same for you..." She hissed. 

I felt her move in front of me in the darkness and there was a tug on my pants. Unable to take my eyes off the mirror, I simply lifted my bottom slightly and felt my trousers and pants being pulled down to my knees. My erect cock sprang free as I perched on the edge of the seat, my thighs wide apart.

There was a further rustling and then Carmen was sitting close to me. She must have slipped off her dress in the darkness because I could feel soft, warm skin pressed firmly against mine. I felt a firm hand on my cock and with long, slow strokes she began her expert task.

Looking back in the mirror, I saw that Steve's similarly expert hands had now left my wife's breasts and were on her hips, caressing her sides and buttocks through her new dress. His lips were still on her neck and her eyes still closed, but as his fingers worked their way around towards her groin, I saw them open slightly dreamily. His fingers slid softly down her silk covered thighs to the hem of the dress where for a moment they stroked her soft skin, then boldly slipped under the dress, raising it and exposing the tops of her thighs and her panties.

I gasped. "Stockings..."

Under her dress, my lovely wife was wearing a bright white suspender belt and smooth pale silk stockings. Several tantalising inches of bare flesh were clearly visible between the tops of the stockings and the belt's waistband, and over the straps she wore equally bright, white and new silk thong panties.

"It's amazing what a girl will do for the right man..." Carmen whispered in my ear, stroking my cock firmly.

Before my eyes, Steve's fingers followed the seam of the thong's tiny front triangle deep down into Alice's crease. She moaned and writhed as his fingertip found her slit and traced its outline through the silk.

"Steve, I..." She began to protest, but then her voice faded to a low moan and I realised his fingers must have found a very special place. My wife tensed, her fingers dug into his buttocks, her knees went weak momentarily and she leaned heavily against him, his hand still deep between her thighs, moving back and forth along the white silk. 

"Oh.. Oh Steve..." She moaned. "Please... We mustn't... Not again... perhaps if... if I... do this for you..."

Alice stood a little unsteadily and turned to face Steve again. As I watched, she grasped the hem of her rumpled dress and peeled it upwards over her naked boobs, over her head and off, laying it down on the sofa next to her. Her hair was now tousled making her look even sexier, if that were possible, standing in front of her lover dressed only in heels, stockings, suspenders and her thong.

Then in front of my eyes, she knelt in front of him and began to unfasten the belt around his waist. Steve's fingers lightly stroked her hair as the belt came apart, then with a clumsiness in stark contrast to Carmen's dexterity, she prised open the button beneath and, lowering his zipper, eased his trousers over his hips and all the way down to rest around his ankles.

From my vantage point I could clearly see a huge bulge in the tight shorts that were revealed. Alice could too because I saw an anxious expression cross her face as she tentatively slipped her fingers into the elastic of his waistband and, easing them carefully down over their swelling contents, slowly freed Steve's erection from its captivity. His shorts joined his trousers around his ankles and, despite myself I gasped at the sight of his fully erect cock.




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Alice's almost leapt back in surprise as Steve's erection sprang out and towards her face.

"Oh my God! It's so big! Much bigger than I remember!" She exclaimed in astonishment.

"Bigger than your husband's?" Steve's voice was low but clearly audible.

"Christ yes!" She immediately replied. 

"It will get even bigger soon." His voice went very quiet. 

Taking her cue, Alice wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began to stroke it in long, slow movements not unlike those Carmen was using on my cock as I watched. Her hand could barely close around its girth and it was at least twice as long as her fist as she slowly and sexily pumped.

Steve's fingers entwined in Alice's hair as she stroked him, his hands gently but firmly drawing her face closer and closer towards his cock until its head lightly touched her chin and as I watched wide-eyed, my wife simply opened her lips and took the end of his cock straight into her mouth. It looked simply huge, a thick pink pole of muscle penetrating deep between Alice's red-painted lips, as slowly and tentatively she began to lick and suck his monstrous pole.

In all our marriage, I doubt if Alice had given me more than half a dozen blow jobs, always insisting it was degrading for a woman and unhygienic. And yet there she was, kneeling before Steve, naked from the waist up with her firm breasts bared, nipples obviously erect, taking his full erection into her mouth deeper than I thought was physically possible. Her hands were clasped together behind her back and she was gazing up adoringly into his eyes as she licked and sucked his massive shaft, dipping her head forwards and backwards as he gently rocked his hips as if fucking my wife's pretty face.

"Look at that cock!" Carmen whispered very softly in my ear, my cock in her hand looking tiny in comparison. "It would make any wife a cock-sucker, even sweet little Alice!" She spoke with extraordinary, almost palpable pride in her husband's endowment. "It's not surprising she prefers that amazing erection to... to this!"

She flicked the top of my cock with her index finger. I winced at the sharp pain. In the car the night of the seduction it had been difficult to see Steve's erection in its full glory. I could tell it was big and Alice's reactions when he had entered her had confirmed this but now, fully visible in the lamplight I had to admit that Steve's cock simply dwarfed my own mediocre effort.

"Let's see if we can improve things for you too." Carmen whispered and began to stroke me harder and faster with the steady expert technique I knew only too well she possessed.

Back in the lounge, Alice was amazing me. I had never imagined that she could be so passionate giving blow jobs – certainly I had never encountered it. Her body rocked back and forth, taking Steve in and out of her mouth in time with gentle thrusts from his hips while he moaned softly in pleasure. Deeper and deeper went the thrusts until I was sure she would choke, but my wife was clearly a woman of hidden talents and somehow managed to take almost all of his length, then lick and pump the huge shaft as it slipped back between her teeth.

She began to pump faster and faster, as if to bring Steve to a climax in her mouth and to my amazement I saw her right hand slip away from his tight scrotum and dive between her own thighs where she began to stroke her slit as she licked and sucked his cock.

I thought I must surely climax immediately, my arousal was so strong, but Carmen seemed to understand this and her expert hands kept me just the right side of ejaculation – close enough to feel its presence but never reaching the critical level of arousal.

Alice's hand was moving faster and faster on Steve's cock, her lips around its head as if wanting him to cum between her mouth when he gently but firmly placed his hands on either side of her face and slowed her movements, drawing his erection gently from between her teeth. 

It stood firm and hard, much darker in colour than before Alice's mouth had showered it with attention, but still an awesome sight.

As I watched, Alice sat back on her heels, her mouth wet and sticky, her lipstick all but gone. Steve placed a single finger under her chin and tilted her sweet face towards his. My lovely wife looked adoringly into her lover's eyes. 

"It's time Ali." He said. "I think you always knew it would come to this." His voice was low and very, very persuasive. He slipped of his trousers, shoes and socks as he spoke.

"But Steve we can't..." I could feel the anguish in her voice and felt torn. Did I want her to resist? Did I want her to yield and let him take her again? I knew deep down that there was nothing I could do other than sit and watch...

"Didn't you like it last time? What did you tell me?" He asked calmly, casting aside his shirt and revealing his well-developed chest and arms.

"I know and it's true. It was unbelievably good... the best I've ever had... but..."

"And you want me again, now. Don't you?" Naked in front of her, unobstructed by his clothes, Steve's cock looked huge and intimidating.

"Steve..." She protested.

"Don't you?" He insisted.

"Steve I..."

"Say it, Alice. You know it's true. Tell me you want my cock in you again."

"Oh God!" 

Her hand reached out to his groin. She ran her fingers down the length of his cock, a look of anxiety on her pretty face.

"It's even bigger now than I remember it!"

"That's because of you!" He hissed coarsely. "Your sexy body; your sexy mouth. You made that happen. You're incredible! And you want it, Ali, admit it, you really want it..."

"Steve... you know I want it but... but..."

There was a look almost of anguish on her face as her brain fought against her body's desires... and lost!

"Oh God Steve! I want that cock in me again... please... quickly..."

"That's my girl, Ali!" 

I almost cheered, surprising myself at the strength of my feelings as I watched my wife lay back on the sofa and brazenly spread her long slender legs, her bottom perched on the edge of the seat, staring at Steve's groin.

"Tell me what you want me to do...!"

She reached forward and stroked his massive erection again.

"I need to hear you say it, Ali..."

My wife closed her eyes and her head fell back against the sofa cushion.

"I want you to fuck me again, Steve." 

There! She had said it – in front of me. My wife had almost begged another man to fuck her. But there was more to come.

"Fuck me like before Steve, only better... longer... harder... make me cum... cum hard... again! Please..."

A broad smile crossed Steve's face as he bent over and kissed her full on the lips then roughly pulled her legs until she was lying almost flat on the sofa, her open thighs presented towards him – and thank goodness, towards the mirror too. He took hold of the sides of her panties with both hands.

"Lift up, Ali..." He whispered. My wife did as she was told and within seconds her panties were gone, her vulva naked and fully exposed. 

In the reflection, her slit looked dark and angry red between her pale outer lips as Steve manoeuvred himself into position, his cock at the entrance to my wife's waiting vagina. 

"Steve... Wait a second..." She said suddenly, leaning forward and placing a hand on his flat tummy. 

"What is it, Ali?" He asked, rubbing his smooth head up and down her slit, searching for her entrance.

"Promise me... you'll pull out before... before you cum... I'm not... mmmm... not on the pill and... Oh God, that feels good...! We were... lucky last time and I... I can't... take the risk..."

But her attempt at protest was cut short as Steve's slim buttocks tightened, his hips thrust forward, and the head of his cock was forced past her inner lips, straight into my wife's moist vagina.

"OhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGODDD!" 

Alice squealed in shock and delight as his huge cock broke through all remaining resistance and slipped half its length into her. 

"Yes!" Carmen hissed into my ear in triumph. Her fingers gripped my rigid cock tightly until it actually hurt as her hand rose and fell in my naked lap. "Enjoy it, Cuckold. Enjoy watching my husband fucking your sweet innocent wife's brains out!" 

He drew himself slowly back, his small, tight bottom blocking my view of Alice's vulva, until I guessed his head was just inside her body, then his buttocks clenched hard and he drove himself back into her with an animal grunt.

Alice squealed again. "Jesus Christ!"

He drew back and thrust into her again.

"Oh God! Oh Jesus!"

And then before my eyes he proceeded to thoroughly fuck my helpless, totally compliant wife, first in long, slow thrusts, each one ending in a loud, wonderfully wet slap as his body slammed against hers, then as his speed increased, with shorter, faster strokes.

Beneath him, Alice seemed to be climbing a wall of pleasure, her voice growing louder, higher pitched and less coherent as Steve's pace quickened. Like a machine, he tirelessly thrust himself in and out of her vagina, sometimes fast, sometimes slow but always relentless, bringing my wife to highs of pleasure, backing off, then back closer and closer to what I could tell would soon be a shattering orgasm. 

It seemed to go on forever, my cock in Carmen's hands was now sore with her stroking and rubbing – God alone knew how sore Alice's vagina must be by now. 

But still Steve thrust into her. I could hear my lovely wife panting faster and faster, her voice weaker and weaker until finally it was choked off altogether as a massive tidal wave of orgasm washed over and through her before my eyes. Her body shook, trembling beyond control in a way that had never come close to happening when in bed with me, her eyes widened until they looked like they would pop out of her head, her tongue bulging from her lips, he fingers digging deeply into Steve's biceps as she came wildly.

And still Steve thrust into her, by now in short, sharp, very fast strokes indeed. 

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God Steve! Oh please..." 

Her voice returned, very high now, almost a squeal, her words falling over each other as her head flailed from side to side on the sofa, her arms first on Steve's shoulders, then his waist, then his hips, then grabbing her own boobs, then grabbing her hair as he ploughed in and out of her totally unresisting body.

"Please! No more! Please!" She begged as his thrusts grew faster and faster and the room filled with wet slapping sounds. Alice's head was off the bed now, her eyes wide and staring, her neck stiff, her face directly below Steve's as his body slammed repeatedly into hers.

"Please...! Cum now! I can't... take... any... more..." She pleaded. "Please... cum... in... me... cum... in... me... NOW!"

Carmen gripped my left hand tightly in hers, forcing my fingers against her own crotch as her right hand pumped my erect cock wildly, her eyes like mine glued to the scene on the bed.

"What if...you... you get... get pregnant...?" Steve croaked but it was obvious he had no intention of pulling out.

"I... dontcare I... dontcare I... dontcare" Alice gasped.

There was a grunt, a rapid quickening of his thrusts, another animal cry from Steve, one massive powerful final surge of his body followed by a scream from Alice... 

And then he began to cum. Steve's back hunched, his head was thrown back and his buttocks tightened again as he began to ejaculate in my wife's body. As the semen spurted into her unprotected vagina he let out a cry of ecstasy and triumph as his body went into spasm, ramming the last few millimetres of his cock into her and filling her with every last drop of his seed.

In our darkened room, Carmen's eyes almost glowed as she watched her husband's climax, her nipples hard and erect, her hand a blur on my cock, pumping it wildly until my own cloudy semen spurted from its near-purple head and sprayed over the front of my shirt only seconds after her husband's cock had emptied its own cargo onto my wife's unprotected cervix.

There was a moment of stillness, the silence broken only by the sound of heavy breathing. Carmen's hand released my battered, softening cock and I fell back on the sofa, trying to take stock of all that had just happened.

"You can come in now..." It was Alice's voice, still hoarse and dreamy. What? I froze, listening carefully.

"Come on out." She said again. "I... I need you here with me now..." I looked at Carmen whose face was one huge smile of triumph.

"Go to your wife." She said, her voice no longer a whisper. "She needs you after a fucking like that..."

My head span with confusion as I rose to my feet and walked to the open door, my short messy, cock hanging uselessly between my naked legs, my shirt spattered with semen. I peered through into the lounge.

There, lying back on the sofa was my wife, her stocking-clad legs still splayed apart, her red swollen vulva presented towards me, her face and chest flushed bright pink. She looked exhausted but gestured for me to come closer.

I looked at Steve, sitting naked next to her, his arm around her shoulders. His legs were parted too and between them I could clearly see the dark red, still half erect cock that moments earlier had brought my wife to an orgasm the like of which I had never even imagined. His eyes were closed but I could tell he was well aware of my presence.

I slowly approached my wife's naked, sticky body and looked down on the woman I had been married to for so long. Her left arm was loose on the cushion, her right resting on Steve's left thigh, her long hair spread out over the sofa back like a halo. She was breathing heavily as her body slowly cooled and calmed down. Her eyes were closed.

My eyes were drawn inexorably to her groin where her pubic hair was matted with a mixture of semen and her own juices. Her outer lips were puffy and swollen, her inner lips dark red and protruding in a way I had never seen before. 

"Did you enjoy it?" She asked, without opening her eyes, as if she knew I had been there all along.

"It was... unbelievable darling." I replied, my heart pounding in my chest. "I've never been so aroused in my life!"

She chuckled, opening her eyes. They sparkled as she smiled at me. "I don't think I have either." Her eyes closed again. "I'm soooo tired!"

Alongside her, Steve moved silently, removing his arm from around her before standing up quietly and unobtrusively behind the sofa. He turned and smiled at me, then shrugged his shoulders.

"Better leave you two together." He said. "Carmen will want me now." He stood up and crossed to the doorway. "If it's ok with you, we'll go to the spare room." 

And with that, he left, closing the door behind him.

I knelt on the floor in front of my wife's spent body, my fingers lightly running up and down her flat, sticky tummy and inner thighs, toying with the fluids that now congregated around her groin. 

"You're not... angry, are you?" She asked.

"Angry? No darling. I'm sorry it took us so long to find out how much we enjoyed this."

She smiled contentedly. "I hoped you wouldn't be. I mean if you'd wanted us to stop, we would have. Steve agreed he would stop any time I gave the word." I frowned, a little puzzled but she didn't notice, carrying on. "But you didn't stop us and... Oh my God, it was sooo good! Thank you sooo much. I love you!"

But now I had worked out what was puzzling me.

"You mean you knew all the time that I was in the dark, watching you?"

"Of course! Carmen sent us a text when the two of you were ready."

"She sent you a text?"

"Yes. Oh please don't spoil it all now by getting cross now. I didn't want to deceive you but I didn't think you'd agree to see Carmen and Steve again unless, well, you were introduced to the idea gradually and thought it was all your idea."

She chuckled.

"It was quite fun really. All those meetings with Steve, knowing you were watching us flirting and fondling. Wondering how far we could take it before you stepped in and stopped us." She smiled and stroked my arm lovingly. "But you were wonderful! You let us go all the way, right up to tonight and..." She threw herself back on the bed, arms open wide. "...and the best sex of my whole life..."

I was stunned. All the time I thought Carmen had been helping me persuade Alice to have sex with Steve, in fact she had been helping Alice persuade me to let her do exactly the same thing.

Carmen! 

I realised I hadn't noticed her since I had approached Alice's after her shattering climax. I looked around the room but there was no sign of her or Steve. Suddenly I became aware of a rhythmic, knock, knock, knocking on the ceiling which had to be coming from the spare bedroom above. 

"Total Conquest!" I whispered to myself as a soft moaning came through the wall above the knocking.

I felt a stirring in my groin. Clearly it had been long enough since my ejaculation at Carmen's hands and my cock was firming again. Silently I knelt up between my wife's still-spread thighs and, with a hand on each of her knees, parted her legs wide. She resisted slightly then relaxed as I moved closer to her vulva as if knowing instinctively what I intended to do. 

"Be gentle..." She asked softly. "I'm so sore!"

I lowered my head to her breasts and kissed them gently, first on their still-hard nipples, then on the fading bite marks that surrounded them. I kissed her chest between her boobs then laid a trail of tiny kisses in a straight line down the centre of her belly over her tummy button and towards the dark triangle below.

As my face came closer to her vulva, the smell of recent sex grew stronger and stronger until I could taste on my lips the potent mix of semen and juices which lay spattered over her groin. Realising Alice was watching me, I looked into her eyes then rose to my feet and leaned forward over her, taking my weight on my left hand, my right guiding the end of my rapidly-hardening cock towards her gaping, messy entrance. 

Her lips parted easily and with a single smooth movement I slid my full length into her body making a rude, spattering sound as my entrance forced quantities of Steve's semen back out.

"Sloppy Seconds for the Cuckold!" 

Carmen's words filled my mind as I began to thrust noisily and violently in and out of Alice's well-used vagina, the wet slapping sound getting louder and louder as I increased my pace in time with the increasingly frantic thumping on the ceiling as, above us, Steve was obviously fucking Carmen harder and harder.

Alice bit her lower lip and winced, presumably a result of her soreness but I was beyond stopping, driven by lust and rapidly losing control, I hammered into her messy passage faster and faster until with a toe-curling, back wrenching climax, I cried out aloud and added my own semen to the pool within her belly. 

She hadn't come anywhere near to climax but this time, I didn't care.

My own climax over, I softened very quickly and my cock slipped readily from my wife's stretched passage accompanied by a small stream of milky white fluid which puddled on the cushion beneath her buttocks. I carefully lifted myself off her limp body, kissed her on the forehead and knelt in front of her again, the room silent. 

"Are you and Steve going to... make this a regular thing then?" I asked eventually.

"That's down to whether and when he wants me." She replied dreamily. "I'm not really in a position to refuse now..." 

"Will I be allowed to... to watch" I ventured nervously.

"Of course!" She said, running her fingers through my hair. "That's the whole point isn't it?" 

I stroked her sticky belly, imagining all the sperm swimming round inside her and wondering whether we would be lucky in avoiding pregnancy for a second time. 

As if Alice could read my mind, she said

"I suppose I'd better go back on the pill too..." Her voice was tired and a little woozy. 




Journey into Cuckoldry - Twice Shy



"Is he really that much bigger than me... and better than me?" I asked without malice.

"Oh God! Yes!" She sighed, then seeing my face laughed hollowly. "I'm sorry, but he is. Your cock is ok, without being special. You've seen what Steve's is like and, whatever they say, size does make a difference." 

I had already guessed that the old saying wasn't strictly true but hearing it made my chest ache. 

"When you and I make love it's warm and tender... "She continued. "But when Steve fucks me it's... it's... well, you've seen what it does to me. It's like entering another world." 

Her voice was soft and dreamy now. "I really need some sleep..." Her eyes softly closed.

Standing up I crossed the room to the kitchen and returned with a handful of tissues. Carefully and lovingly I wiped the sticky remains of Steve's and my semen from my wife's sore vulva. I sniffed the soiled paper. Something within me told me that this was an aroma I would be getting used to.

"Thank you darling..." Alice said dreamily. "Thanks for everything!" And with that she fell asleep.

I slipped one arm under her shoulders and the other under her knees, then lifted her slight body from the sofa and, though I was still naked from the waist down, carefully carried her upstairs to our bedroom where I laid her on the bed, unfastened her suspender belt, removed her high heels and carefully rolled her stockings off her long smooth legs.

She rolled onto her side, her sore red bottom pointed towards me and I pulled the duvet up and over her before going downstairs to turn off most of the lights and lock the front door. I returned to our bed and slipped in at Alice's side. 

In the darkness, the house was silent enough for me to clearly hear my wife's slow, steady breathing next to me while in the next room, Steve and Carmen's passionate encounter came to a loud, natural conclusion. Ten minutes later I heard the front door closing on the latch as they left. 

Total Conquest again! I thought, suspecting that there would be many more evenings like this.

I hoped there would. 



Journey into Cuckoldry



If I had been a stronger person I suppose I could have stopped them there and then. Truly I can't explain why I didn't. Perhaps I was too fascinated at seeing my own wife in another man's hands. Perhaps Carmen's ministrations to my own cock had turned my brain. All I know is that I drove and watched, my cock in another woman's hands, my fingers in another woman's pussy, as Steve began inexorably to take my wife's fidelity away.

Alice whimpered as Steve forced her legs further apart, relentless in his attempts to take her, her body now helpless to resist. I watched, also helpless as, sensing the ultimate victory, Steve gripped Alice's knees firmly and pulled her till she was lying prone on the rear seat. He pressed her legs wide open with his hands then moved up, mounting her, directing his swollen cock against the wet lips of her pussy. As I watched dumbstruck, she gasped as she felt his huge cock moving between the lips of her pussy, moistening the head. 

Alice looked me straight in the eye as she felt the pressure of his cock against her entrance. Her face was soft and her eyes dreamy with her arousal. Did she want me to call a halt? Could I defend my wife's honour? Did I want to?

I tried not to meet her gaze in the mirror my eyes firmly fixed on her pussy and the huge cock that was about to penetrate it. I was immobilized, unable to utter a sound as Steve pressed forward and into her yielding flesh.

Alice groaned, giving a hoarse cry as merely feet from me, her helpless husband, Steve's cock entered her body. I watched as, almost in slow motion, her inner lips parted and stretched as he thrust his mighty rigid cock into the depths of my wife's vagina, her resistance to his invasion now completely vanquished. Alice groaned again as he filled her, her knees raised and her legs spread as wide as the van seats would allow, crying out in sheer lust as she was fully impaled. 

A pain flashed through my chest and my blood ran cold. It was done. My wife was on her back with her legs spread, our friend Steve between those legs with his swollen cock fully embedded in her. All semblance of fidelity had gone. I was watching another man fuck my wife!

My eyes barely focussing on the road, I watched as Steve began to fuck her properly, thrusting into her with slow deep strokes, his barely visible cock shiny with her juices in the car's light. I was mesmerized, almost faint with excitement, seeing my pretty, innocent wife with her legs spread wide and another man's bare buttocks rising and falling between them.

Carmen had turned her head to watch too, her face also flushed with arousal as her husband worked away between my wife's legs, fucking her mercilessly. Alice's eyes met mine as she was pounded, moaning almost continuously and getting louder all the time, gasping when he thrust deeply into her, fucking my wife in front of his own. 

Carmen was clearly enjoying the scene on the back seat because she momentarily stopped her activity on my throbbing cock to watch her husband's conquest, her eyes shining with excitement as his cock plunged deep into my trembling wife. Steve increased his thrusting and I knew he was going to cum soon. Despite my dazed condition, the thought of Alice getting pregnant flashed momentarily through my mind. She was not on the pill, that I knew for certain but once again I was paralyzed, unable to do anything but watch.

From the pace of his thrusting I was sure Steve had no intentions on pulling out and would ejaculate deep into the depths of my wife's pussy as if his conquest would only be complete if he could fill her with his semen with me her husband watching as she willingly received his seed. 

For her part, it was clear that Alice had lost all control. She had surrendered completely to him, all her senses focused on the throbbing, pounding cock which was driving her to a shattering climax. But still something prevented me from intervening. Another man was about to inseminate my wife and yet I was unable to register even the slightest protest.

Both of them were rapidly approaching orgasm. Steve's thrusts grew faster and faster until at last he let out a raw animal groan as he pushed himself one last powerful time fully into her, driving Alice's her head hard against the inside of the rear door as he began to cum inside her. Beneath him, Alice cried out as his semen flowed into her body. Her legs gripped his thighs and her hands grasped his hips as her body stiffened in climax then shuddered as she was overwhelmed with her own orgasm. 

Carmen's face took on a strange, satisfied look and, turning back to my painfully hard cock, she increased the pace of her stroking faster and faster until with an intensity I cannot ever remember experiencing before or since, she brought me to a massive, messy climax as the last waves of my wife's climax washed over her, covering Alice's already damp panties with semen and making me shake my own orgasm. The van swerved left then right and very nearly ran off the road as I ejaculated, making both Steve and Alice squeal and giggle behind me.

Once the vehicle was under control, we drove for a while in awkward silence. The smell of sex was overpowering. I could hear noises coming from the back seat. I hardly dare look in the mirror but felt compelled to see it all through to the end. I was just in time to see Steve finally removing his shrinking cock from my wife. Her cunt -- for surely that was the only word for it now -- was open and wet with their juices. He perched on the edge of the seat while Alice, stunned and dizzy, lay where he had left her there with her legs spread and moisture seeping onto the seat from her gaping pussy.

I could hear her whimpering softly, her eyes wide with shock as if she had just realized the full extent of her surrender; step she had been seduced, stripped, thoroughly fucked, and with her husband watching. She began to sob and real tears appeared. 

Steve put am arm around her shoulders but she shrugged him off and hugged herself tightly, pressing her knees hard together like a small child. After a while they began to get dressed clumsily.

In the front, Carmen wiped spattered semen from my legs and shirt with Alice's panties. There were drops on the steering wheel and the dashboard too. She wiped one large glob up with her finger and ostentatiously sucked her finger clean before leaning leaned over and whispering in my ear.

"I think you've just discovered something about yourself you didn't know, haven't you?" I didn't reply. She went on as she wriggled my shorts back under my buttocks and tucked my flaccid cock back into them.

"You were really turned on watching Steve fucking Alice, and cumming in her weren't you?" Again I didn't respond, my head still swimming with images of my lovely, unfaithful wife. 

"You know there are some men who enjoy watching their wives being fucked by another man." She went on. "They're called cuckolds."

I tried not to listen to her words, obviously true though they were. Her voice was hard, almost cruel and with an air of triumph.

"You do realise that Steve stuck it to you as well as sticking it to your pretty, goody-goody wife. How does it feel to be cuckolded? To know your own wife has another man's sperm swimming about inside her? And that she loved having his great big cock in her? How does that make you feel, Cuckold?"

To my amazement and shame, far from making me jealous and angry, I found Carmen's words even more arousing.

"It's going to be a long time before she forgets what it was like to be thoroughly fucked by a real man." 

With that, Carmen wiped her own pussy clean with a tissue and pulled her panties back on, then wriggled her dress back down under her bottom. She stared out of the window with a contented look on her face.

The rest of the journey passed in awkward silence, the van full of the scent of recent sex.

Finally we arrived at Steve and Carmen's home and parted from our smiling partners. They both suggested that we should get together again soon but I didn't think that was likely considering what had just happened. We didn't kiss each other goodbye, just in case...

Just before we drove away, Carmen handed Alice's semen-soaked panties back to her, saying with a knowing smile that she was sorry about their condition but that I was responsible for their sticky contents. 

We drove home in silence, then went into the house and for a while tried to behave as if nothing had happened -- but that was of course impossible. If nothing else we both needed showers to remove the evidence of our sins. We unpacked the day's baggage, still in almost complete silence, the feelings of guilt weighing heavily on both our shoulders, unable to look each other in the eye.

Alice had sobered up by the time she had showered and changed for bed. We had undressed separately and got into bed, lying stiffly as far apart as the mattress would allow. I turned out the light and lay eyes wide open in the darkness listening to my wife's slow breathing.

Eventually I heard what sounded like soft sobs coming from her side of the bed.

"Are you ok?" I whispered.

"I... I... I'm so, so sorry..." She croaked.

I reached across for her hand and squeezed it.

"It was my fault too... "I said softly. "I should have... done something... I don't understand why I didn't..."

"I don't know why I let him do it..." She said, her voice a little stronger. "I know I was drunk but... "

"But you wanted it too..." I finished her sentence for her.

And then it was as if a dam had burst, and we both began talking at once in the darkness. 

"I can't believe that happened!" Alice began. "At first I thought we were just fooling around, sort of a kissing and petting party. I never thought it would go that far... And I kept thinking that you would stop him if he went too far... Before I knew it I was naked and wet and his cock was pressing against my pussy. By then it was too late, and I was too wet and too turned on to stop him from fucking me."

Something had changed. My pretty, innocent wife would never have used the 'f' word before tonight. I looked across at her beautiful face. Her eyes were wide, excited and surprisingly defiant for a woman who had cuckolded her husband as he watched. I felt an unfamiliar excitement within me too. Alice was clearly aroused again and, though feeling guilty, was not prepared to take all the blame.

"And what about you? Cumming in my panties?" She continued. "I suppose Carmen was jerking you off as Steve was screwing me. I guess you were pretty excited watching him fucking me and cumming in me."

She had put extra hard stress on the words 'fucking' and 'cumming'. She appeared to think for a second then said. "My God, he came a lot, he really filled me! "It's still leaking out of my pussy now!"

The thought of my wife's pussy still leaking another man's semen was more erotic than I could comfortably imagine. But with Alice having got it all off her chest I felt able to respond. 

"Baby, I was as helpless as you were! I never believed he would end up fucking you. I thought you would stop him yourself, but when he actually managed to get your panties off you I guess lust took over."

Alice was about to interrupt but I went on.

"I suppose did think there he might try to do get into your panties but with Carmen working so hard on my cock and me fingering her. I just wasn't able to intervene. I felt paralysed. Not even when I knew he was about to fuck you - especially as you seemed to really want him to do it.

"I guess I just had to see how far it would go. When he positioned himself at your pussy and pushed his cock into you, it was too late, and I was caught up in the whole erotic show. Watching Steve fucking you and with Carmen stroking me at the same time I just lost it! And when he started cumming inside you - it was just... just... like nothing on this earth."

There was a moment's silence before Alice continued.

"By the time I realised he wasn't going to pull out it was too late! And the thought that he might make me pregnant made it so much more erotic - even more so knowing you and Carmen were watching me being fucked." She was clearly getting excited again as the fresh memories filled her mind.

"God! It was as if my whole body was centred on his huge cock. And I was helpless - I wanted him to cum inside me, whatever the consequences. When I felt him swelling and spurting into me it was overwhelming. I just came and came! 

"And still you didn't even try and stop it..."

There was silence for a full minute.

"So do you forgive me?" She asked, calmer now. "I've cheated on you! I've never done that before."

"Of course!" I immediately replied. "I'm at least partly to blame. I should have stopped things when I had the chance. Do you forgive me?" 

She burst into tears and rolled into my arms. Before either of us knew what was happening we had torn off our night clothes and were making love more passionately than we had for many years, Alice coming quickly and noisily. 

As I rose above her I saw her vulva was still red and engorged from Steve's penetration. It drove me crazy with desire. As I entered her she was still loose from his fucking and I could imagine the remains of his semen still within her body. 

It was simply unbelievable! As long as I live I will never forget that feeling. I came harder and more passionately than I can ever remember. 

We slept soundly in each other's arms.

The following day Alice went to the pharmacy (in a town about forty miles from where we live to avoid being recognised) and bought the 'morning after' pill. Although the risk of pregnancy had greatly increased both of our passions we did not want another child -- and certainly not one whose fatherhood was in any way in doubt.

About a week later Alice told me she had bumped into Carmen at the grocery store and that they had gone for a coffee together. I said that it must have been awkward for them but Alice said that Carmen had been all smiles and had asked if Alice had recovered from 'her little adventure' as Carmen put it. 

When Alice didn't say anything, Carmen had apparently told her not to worry -- that it would be their secret. Then, with an air almost of pride Carmen had boasted that Alice was by no means the first wife that Steve had fucked. She wasn't even the first wife he had fucked in front of her own husband, and Carmen had often helped in the seduction as she had with Alice and me.

It seems that Carmen is pleased and proud that her husband is attractive enough and masculine enough to take the ultimate prize from other men's wives in front of their eyes. The more he does it, the more Carmen is attracted to him. Of course she would never let another man cum in her though -- they were looking for victory not fair exchange!

Getting a reluctant wife to fuck you willingly is a Good Victory. Inseminating her is a Great Victory. Inseminating her in front of her husband is Total Conquest, and Alice and I had been truly conquered.

Yes, they had planned Alice's seduction and my humiliation. They hadn't expected me to enjoy it as much as I obviously had though, and Carmen had asked if we wanted to get together again for a repeat performance. 

I told Alice that I didn't think we should and to my relief she agreed. We had recovered our relationship quickly and shouldn't take the risk of a repeat threatening our marriage. Of course the real reason was that I didn't want Alice to get used to his cock, and want to get fucked by him on a regular basis.

We both re-lived that experience in our minds many times, and the memory did add a level of excitement to our coupling, but we didn't do that scene again.