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Coquette and her Cuckold Ch. 01

By: Clayton Long



I had already experienced a number of threesomes in the past with my wife, about four I think. They had always excited me, I'd always got harder and lasted longer than at any other time we had sex together. I never analysed it very much at the time, about why it turned me on so much. I just knew it was going to be one of the most arousing nights of sex I was likely to enjoy – apart from one time when Julie seemed to be interested only in the guy we were with and I felt very much like an outsider which wasn't especially pleasant, although that was the exception.

But nothing had happened in that area for some time, maybe three years or more. So it was unexpected, at least by me, when Julie began to flirt outrageously with a Canadian guy we met while we were on holiday in Queensland. He and his girlfriend were staying at the same hotel as us. It was nothing special, just the usual simple villas gathered around a swimming pool and spa and only a short walk from the beach. Each villa was isolated from the pool by an abundance of the semi-tropical plants so common to that part of the world, which gave the pool area quite a private feel if there were only a few people there.

The four of us had got to drinking together at the bar next to the pool after yet another exhausting day lying in the sun, sliding into the pool for a lazy lap or two and dining on seafood and fresh mango.

We made a connection right from the start – more with Dave than with Claudia it must be said but even her slight distance seemed of no consequence after that constant stream of Margaritas we consumed during the day.

I noticed Dave's appreciative attention to Julie throughout the afternoon. It seemed like whenever she felt like cooling off in the pool, so did he. Each time she went to the bar for another round of drinks, he was there to help her carry them.

Julie responded to the attention of course, I caught her on more than one occasion, turning away from us to put her hand inside her one-piece swimming costume and lifting her breasts up so that they formed a more visible cleavage.

After she and Dave raced each other for a couple of laps of the pool together, I watched as they stood against the far wall together, breathing heavily and talking in hushed tones. Claudia had gone to their villa for something and I was lying on a lounge with a magazine over my face. I had made sure I could still see them though, under the edge of the page and that curious sense of excitement started to make itself felt again as I watched them talking quietly, secretively.

Dave was facing the wall, his hands on the edge and Julie was standing right up next to him, her breasts noticeably pressing against his arm. Her face was closer to his now, whispering in his ear. I could only guess what she was saying but I had no doubt that it was something sexual, she had that look on her face I'd seen so often when she was excited by a man.

I felt relieved that I had draped a towel over myself earlier (had I subconsciously guessed what would happen?) as my penis started to respond to the sight of my wife's surreptitious flirting with another man. It was such a strange sensation, almost like it was me who was the interloper, the transgressor, for secretly watching the illicit episode playing out in front of me.

Certainly it was Julie who was making all the moves, her mouth so close she was almost licking his ear, standing with her body right up against his, I could imagine her pressing her mound against his thigh under the water. Of course, Dave wasn't protesting. Who would, with some highly charged woman rubbing up against you in an erotic, tropical setting and a bellyful of booze? Even with the husband only a few metres away (fortunately asleep apparently), it would be a tasty temptation for any man.

It was at that moment I heard Claudia's shoes tip-tapping on the tiles (she was the type who wore heels at the pool) and instantly but without seeming to hurry, Julie leaned back and started a languorous back-stroke down the pool, calm as you like. Claudia called Dave and said they should get ready for dinner. 

Once I'd heard them leave I lifted the magazine off my face. Julie was sitting on the other side of the pool, directly opposite and was just gazing at me. Now, normally, I have no trouble at all knowing what Julie's thinking because she tells me. A refreshingly open and direct woman is my wife. But I just couldn't decipher the look she had trained on me at that moment. It seemed to be a mix of accusation (or was that my imagination?), amusement and something else. What? ... Challenge? ... Defiance? Whatever, I was hungry and told Julie I was going to shower and get dressed for dinner.

The dining room was full of mostly couples, some families, each party having its own table. We ate a delicious meal and chatted amiably from what I remember. I do recall that Julie ordered oysters "to go with the champagne" she said. I, of course, brought up the subject of oysters supposedly being aphrodisiacs and told my usual, lame joke that I didn't believe the rumour, as I'd had a dozen one night and only eight of them worked. It was at that very moment I noticed Julie take the briefest of glances in the direction of where Dave was sitting.

After we'd finished the champagne and the dessert, Julie pushed her plate away like she was totally stuffed, leaned back in her chair and spread her legs wide. Now, in a man, this would have been the posture of some overweight couch potato after one too many beers but in a woman who exuded sex like Julie did at this moment, it clearly said 'ready and willing'. I suppose she had already noticed the waiter was approaching our table to collect the plates and had struck her pose in preparation. All the while he was clearing the table, Julie stayed with her legs apart, staring silently at me and the moment he turned and started to walk away she said, "I'm not wearing any underwear you know."

My God, I can still clearly remember the instant sensation in my cock. It didn't suddenly get hard, it was just like a fiendishly aggressive call girl had run her teeth and tongue along the length of it from tip to balls – and then some. But it wasn't the fact that my wife had said she wasn't wearing underwear – well, not entirely anyway. It was the fact that the waiter almost definitely heard her.

"And what if he did?" Julie challenged, with a smirk on her face. And it wasn't just a simple, rhetorical question either. I knew ... we both knew, she was seriously questioning where things would lead if it happened that the waiter followed up on his intimate knowledge of my wife somehow.

So, by this stage, I was looking forward to a night of sexual abandon with my woman who now seemed to be ready to suck my balls out through my eye sockets. The short walk back to our villa seemed to be painfully long that night. My hand was sliding up and down the back of Julie's satin dress, my fingers joyously confirming the earlier statement about her lack of underwear.

I didn't really want to stop but at one point Julie turned me around to face her and pulled my face down to her breasts. With one hand she pulled the top of her dress down and to the side until one breast was completely exposed. She lifted the nipple to my mouth and gasped when I rolled it between my lips. At the same time, I felt her other hand moving rhythmically between us. At first, I thought she was trying to rub my cock and was missing the target in her excitement but I soon realised that her hand was exactly where it wanted to be.

She was rubbing herself through her dress. By moving the position of my mouth on Julie's breast, I could see that she was standing with her legs apart and her fingers were moving up and down and pressing hard on her protruding mound.

It was a dark pathway we were on and we would probably have heard anyone coming in plenty of time but the public nature of it and Julie's lewdness served to raise the excitement level for me.

I reached down, grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it up to her waist. She never missed a beat. Julie's hand stayed where it was and continued the rubbing motion but now it was sliding along the exposed lips of her cunt.

I'd asked Julie to shave herself completely for the holiday and now I was glad I had. Even in this dim light, I seemed to be able to see every detail ... the increased wetness on her fingers as she started to delve deeper between her lips, the clitoris enlarging as it responded to Julie's fingers sliding over and around it. I could hear the sweet squelching sounds of the increasing moistness oozing from her.

Then the sudden gasp and moan that burst from her mouth shocked me, there was almost a kind of a violence in it. I took my attention back to between her legs and saw that she had thrust three fingers into herself. Almost immediately, she was sawing her clenched fingers backwards and forwards into her pussy.

She leaned heavily on my shoulder with her left hand as her head fell forwards onto my chest. I would have preferred to have still been able to watch her finger-fuck herself but I still got an indescribable thrill from holding her up (I'm sure she would have collapsed otherwise) as she continued to thrust her hand between her thighs.

Much quicker than I expected, Julie lifted her head off my chest – a look of tortured passion on her face. Her hand a blur of motion now as she demanded her body to delight her with an orgasm. It was almost as if her hand was beating her pussy, a hard, aggressive, masculine masturbation.

Then it hit her – yes, more like a truck than the romance novel crashing waves. Her whole body seemed to convulse, her breath was forced out of her and I held her up as her knees buckled. But she didn't stop moving, her hips jerked forwards against her fingers that were still embedded inside her. Thighs that should have been collapsing, suddenly found the strength to push forwards in a simulation of fucking that gradually diminished into little, sporadic jerks.

I knew there was still more there and quickly brought my hand down to stop her removing the fingers she had started to slide from between her slick pussy lips. I pressed my hand against hers and held her fingers inside her.

"No need to stop," I whispered in her ear "I bet you could take more." With my open palm pressing against her hand, I could feel her fingers start to carefully curl and twist inside her. "I bet three fingers aren't enough for you right now, I bet you could easily take a long, thick cock."

Julie's head was on my shoulder now, her breath ragged against my neck, "Hmm, yesss."

"You'd love your pussy lips to be spread wide by a big, hard dick, wouldn't you?"

"Ooh mm." Julie murmured. Wrapped up in her erotic thoughts, she continued to squirm her fingers inside her.

My own, dark visions were becoming more real now as I started to lose myself in the images I hoped I was conjuring up for my wife. Even in my heightened sense of arousal though, I was still aware enough to make my suggestions non-specific so that I could later claim they were all about me.

But I had painted a picture in my head – and I wasn't in it.

"You can feel the power of this engorged penis inside you, can't you? You can feel it sliding all the way in. You're so wet, you want this cock so much. You can feel the massive hardness inside you but your juices are flowing so easily now that your cunt just wraps itself around it."

Julie panting, "Yes ... cock inside me ... a nice big cock."

"Your pussy is so hot, you're burning, you're itching. Your cunt is itching and it needs to be fucked, needs to be fucked by that long, thick cock." I pressed Julie's hand hard against her now and could feel her fingers working urgently, reaching far up inside her.

"Yes, yes ... I need it, got to have that huge dick rammed into me. Harder and harder ... "

"You're pushing hard against the cock now, driving it deeper into your cunt."

"Mmm ... oh God it's big."

"Yes, it is big isn't it? But you can take it. You love fucking so much, you can take any cock. You love cock." I was losing control, didn't care what I was saying, didn't know where I was going.

Julie just went with it though, "Yes, yes ... any cock, all cocks. I love to get fucked ... get fucked hard by huge dicks. I love to get fucked and suck cock."

"A thick, hard cock fucking your cunt and a cock in your mouth ..."

"Yes, I'm sucking on a big cock and licking the balls until it shoots into my mouth..."

"On your hands and knees, getting fucked from behind like an animal. Can you see it Julie, can you see yourself getting fucked?"

Once again her hand was thrusting inside her, plunging into her sodden pussy up to her knuckles.

"Oh God, oh yes ... he's fucking me now ..." Ah yes, here it comes. 

"Can you see that monster cock pumping into you Julie? 

"Yes, yes, he's ramming it into me ... so fast, he's so strong. His balls bouncing against me... fuck me hard baby."

Her dirty talk making me hard as a board, "Suck another cock for me."

"Yes ... want that hard prick in my mouth ... mmm, mmm, oh I love the taste of a new cock in my mouth ... oh God, I'm gonna cum."

"That's it baby, cum for me. Hump that cock."

"Oh yess ... I want their cum inside me so much. I'm sucking hard on his cock now ... he's fucking my face ... ohh ... I'm pushing my finger into his ass ... yes, yes, it's all hot and salty in my mouth. Should I swallow his cum?"

"Yesss."

"I'm swallowing all the hot cum he's shooting into my mouth. Oh God ... I'm cumming ... he's ramming that huge cock into me from behind ... love it so much ... give me all your cock ... you're so ... unnh ... fuck me harder ... unnnh ...yes, yes that's it baby cum inside me ... oh, oh yes, fill my cunt ... ooooh oooh yessss.

The intensity of Julie's orgasm almost frightened me, it was like she was having a seizure - her whole body vibrating uncontrollably and deep, animal sounds escaping from her gaping mouth.

I held her up for as long as my arms could stand it, then lowered her dress, smoothed it out and suggested we head back to our villa. Julie's breathing was a little heavier than normal but other than that, she regained her composure remarkably quickly. After five years of marriage, I was still learning things about this amazing woman.

As we were leaving, I noticed a surprisingly large patch of dampness on the concrete where we had been standing. It could only have come from Julie.

The odd thing was, even in Queensland's sub-tropical heat, the patch never completely dried while we were there. I pointed it out to Julie a couple of days later and she laughed of course, saying I was responsible for defacing the resort's property. I suggested that I could make out the shape of the Virgin Mary in it and we should cut it out and take it home to sell on e-bay. Of course, I got a stinging slap on the shoulder and a rebuke that I was now surely going to go to Hell for that remark.

But considering what happened later that night, I thought that it was my wife who was in more urgent need of redemption ...

Coquette and her Cuckold Ch. 02



By the time we returned to our holiday villa, it was well past 11 o'clock. 

The combination of a late dinner and Julie's desire for an extended masturbation on the walk back had taken us into the quieter part of the evening.

We could hear the local band playing some easy rhythms in the bar but I didn't intend doing much dancing tonight -- unless it was the horizontal kind.

Watching my wife brazenly finger-fuck herself on the walk back from the dining room had aroused me to an almost painful level. 

Sure, I was more than happy to know that she'd had so much pleasure from it but I wasn't so selfless that I didn't expect something for myself too.

As soon as we entered our one-bedroom bungalow, my hands were reaching for Julie.

My fingers brushed the silky back of her dress and had slid around to the side of her left breast when she made a move for the bathroom.

"I'll only be a minute." She whispered over her shoulder, as she went in and closed the door.

I poured myself a straight vodka from the mini-bar and watched the liquid shake in the glass before I slugged it all down and enjoyed the slow burning as it entered my chest.

But it was the burning in my groin that was bothering me at the moment. 

Julie's lewd antics on the semi--public pathway earlier had got me harder than I'd been in weeks and I was thinking it would be a real shame to waste it. 

A shame for Julie, of course.

Just as I was preparing to rush into the bathroom and drag my wife out, throw her onto the bed and unceremoniously fuck her brains out, the door opened.

I don't know what emotion ran through me the strongest at that point; the disbelief, the disappointment, the sense of injustice, the frustration.

Julie came out of the bathroom wearing her one--piece swimsuit and doing some adjustment to one of the straps like she was getting ready for a couple of laps of the pool.

No, this couldn't be, surely she knew what I was expecting?

But she didn't even look at me, just went straight to the full-length mirror on the wall and checked herself out.

I could feel the anger rising inside me as I registered her lack of interest in me.

"Go ahead," I was thinking, "satisfy your own urges and forget all about me."

Then she looked at her watch. I couldn't believe it!

Here I was, looking forward to an endless night of passion and she was checking the time!?

"Come on, put your swimmers on and let's go for a moonlight swim."

Oh, what was this? Maybe I was going to get lucky after all.

They say that women are changeable, that they are subject to wild mood swings. 

But let a man know that there's just a hint of the possibility of a fuck and he will fly from a black depression to walking on air in a moment.

I'd changed and grabbed a towel in a heartbeat. 

Maybe Julie did want a romantic, lovemaking session under a full moon. Well, that was ok with me. 

So long as I ended up with my cock buried deep inside this hot, passionate woman at some point, I would recite Byron under the stars for a week.

I was soon out of the door and hurrying down the path towards the pool again when Julie called to me from up ahead, "Don't forget to lock the door."

Damn! Yes, there had been some thefts from one or two of the villas recently and I didn't want us to lose our cameras or money.

It took me a while to locate the keys and I eventually found them in the bathroom. Julie must have left them there when she changed. 

"A bit odd." I thought.

As I was leaving, I saw the vodka bottle and grabbed it as well as a couple of plastic cups. 

I thought, "Julie always warms up a little after a few mouthfuls of the hard stuff." and smiled at the image that popped into my head.

By the time I eventually arrived at the pool, I couldn't even see where Julie was at first.

There were a few miniature, coloured lights in the plants around the pool edge and some underwater lights but it wasn't until I heard her speaking that I caught sight of her at the darker end of the pool.

Well, this evening was turning into a series of shocks.

There was Dave, the guy we had met earlier that day and who'd been so attentive to Julie at every opportunity. 

He and Julie were standing next to each other, their heads and shoulders above the water, seemingly in some private conversation and very much at ease with each other.

I took a swig straight from the vodka bottle. How was I going to get rid of him and get Julie onto this hard-on inside my shorts?

"Hey," Julie called, "don't drink all of that yourself, dive in and bring it over here."

And after a half-second delay ... "And take your shorts off."

What the ...? I looked hard at Julie in the water but couldn't be sure in the dim light, if she was in her suit or not.

Then I saw it at my feet ... not even wet. 

So did that mean that he was...?

I quickly stripped off and took another big gulp of the drink. I lowered myself into the warm water and walked across to them.

When I got to the end of the pool where they were, I could see Julie and Dave silhouetted quite clearly against one of the underwater lights.

He was standing close up against her back and saying something into her ear that was turned away from me.

His right hand was on her shoulder, his thumb steadily massaging the muscle.

I felt like taking another drink, my mouth was so dry and my throat constricted but I couldn't even move.

"Put that on the edge and come over here."

I did as I was told, put the bottle down and moved a couple of paces closer. Julie reached towards me and took hold of my right wrist.

Without saying another word, she put my hand under the water and moved it in towards her crotch.

I was relieved that she obviously wanted me to touch her but was still shaken by the closeness of Dave next to my naked wife.

She had hold of my fingers now, pressing them against her mound, easing them down over the just discernible stubble of her shaved pussy and across the hood of her clitoris.

Then the alien sensation. The feeling of the hard maleness there. 

I must have flinched, maybe I pulled away a little but Julie pushed my hand further down and my fingers felt the fullness of Dave's penis separating my wife's pussy lips.

My mind was in a whirl, I couldn't think, all sorts of emotions were churning my insides.

At that point I gasped something totally stupid and obvious like "He's got his cock inside you."

I looked at Julie's face, only a few inches from mine now. Her eyes were closed and a slight smile played across her lips as she kind of hummed her agreement, "Hmmm."

She now had a grip on all four of my fingers, near the tips, so she knew exactly what they were feeling.

She took them on a slippery journey around her pussy lips, from near her clitoris, down the stretched inner labia of one side, across the thickness of the underneath of his cock where it entered her and up the other side.

I was breathing hard now and I could feel my own cock start to press against Julie's thigh as the eroticism of the moment got a hold of me.

My fingers were being slid along the side of Julie's pussy that was away from me, repeatedly up and down in a smooth, deliberate rhythm.

She started to make odd little mewling noises and I watched her mouth open slightly as she softly bit on her bottom lip.

After a few moments, she opened her eyes, turned to her face to me and smiled. She didn't say a word as she pressed the palm of my hand towards her cunt.

She knew what I would be feeling, knew that I would be touching his cock as it penetrated her.

Then she put her hand over mine and curved it around his prick, pushing my fingers into her alongside him.

"Push him into me." Julie growled in my ear.

I had no will of my own, I couldn't protest. I was caught up in some kind of sexual hypnotism. All the usual restraints and rules didn't exist.

I told myself I was just trying to get my fingers deeper into her and this other man's cock just happened to be in the way. 

I translated the fluttering of Julie's eyes and the opening of her mouth as a response only to my own squirming fingers.

"Push him deeper." She urged. 

I pressed hard against the underneath of his cock, that thick vein against my palm as I felt it enter her another half inch. 

Julie's face was suffused with lust, she wore that smile of complete animal arousal I have only seen on her a few times. 

She reached an arm around my neck, pulled me towards her and gave me a hot, lingering, open-mouthed kiss.

I felt Dave move against my wife's back and she pulled her mouth off mine as a moan of pleasure escaped from her.

Leaning her face towards me again, she whispered, "I've always wanted to do this. I feel so hot, feel so much like a woman."

Then Julie pulled my fingers out of her, so that they lightly brushed the top of her cunt, she breathed in my ear "I want you to lick me right there."

It was the place, just below her clitoris, where Dave's cock disappeared into her. 

Feeling it while delving my fingers into my wife's pussy was one thing but I knew I couldn't do what Julie wanted without touching his cock with my tongue, however briefly.

She must have read the reluctance at once on my face. 

"This may be my only chance, ever." She pleaded.

Then, in the only moment of that night when she gave me any kind of control, put her hand on my cheek and almost begged, "Please."

I took a deep breath and lowered myself into the water.

One of the underwater floodlights was next to where we were standing and cast an eerie glow on the erotic sight in front of me.

Julie's legs were splayed quite far apart and rose up to her smooth, recently shaved pussy.

Even though I knew what to expect, I was still shocked at the vision of my wife's cunt lips being spread apart by another man's cock.

It was totally foreign to me, I was so used to seeing Julie's cunt open and pink and ...well, empty. I just didn't know what to think or feel.

But males are such visual creatures. 

Even though it was another man with his meat inside my wife, I couldn't help but feel highly excited at the sight.

The outer lips, now slightly puffy from Julie's arousal, seemed to mould themselves around Dave's invading cock.

Looking like it wasn't fully hard yet, his penis curved into her from underneath, exaggerating that protruding vein which ran its length.

"He can't have much more than the head inside her." I thought, remembering how difficult it can be to get any penetration in that position. And I realised with a shock, that I wanted to watch as the full length of him slid inside her.

Not knowing if I was going to be able to fulfil her fantasy, I tried to remember the pleading tone in Julie's voice as I put my hands around the back of her thighs and moved my face forward.

I tried to keep any part of my face from touching his penis as I moved carefully closer to Julie's pussy.

I warily extended my tongue and lightly brushed one of her outer lips. She immediately pushed her hips forward to press herself against me. 

Even from down here, I could detect the urgency in her movement.

Trying to keep my tongue in contact with her pussy, I cautiously moved up toward the spot Julie had indicated.

I kept on the outside of her lips, gingerly licking up and down and occasionally reaching up near her clitoris, then moving away again, not wanting to brush against him.

I could tell Julie was getting frustrated, she was jiggling up and down whenever I neared the top of her cunt but didn't go that final half-inch.

I was running out of breath too.

I broke the surface and sucked in the tropical night air.

Julie immediately grabbed my hand again. She very deliberately placed my middle finger at the top of her opening.

"Here. Lick me right there ... and I want you to push your tongue inside." 

And as she said it, she pushed my finger inside her, between herself and the ridge of Dave's cock head to demonstrate.

It was something about the tone of her voice, or her look, or her vicelike grip on my wrist that told me it would be useless to argue. 

She was going to get what she wanted, what she needed.

I took another lungful of air and resumed my previous position. 

I tried to keep the thought of Julie's lusty sexuality in my mind, how much this would arouse her, how horny it would get her for the rest of the holiday.

I tried to think of how much I adored and wanted her, of how much this would please her.

Then my tongue was on her cunt lips again, licking, stroking, searching.

The tip of my tongue was moving in tiny circles but ever upward.

I reached the spot she had shown me, I hardened my tongue and pressed it against her.

Julie's hips were starting to gyrate and I had a hard time keeping my tongue on the right place. 

I was concentrating on the new pleasure my wife was feeling now, thinking only of how much she would be enjoying it.

I put my hands behind her and spread them across the tight globes of her ass to pull her toward me. 

I felt the hard muscles of his stomach against the backs of my hands as he started to move his hips slowly up and back, up and back.

Julie's building excitement had captured my full attention. I wanted her to be taken over by the eroticism of the moment. I wanted her to give herself up completely to her sexuality. I wanted to take her to a level of arousal she had never felt before.

I moved myself closer to Julie's crotch, almost underneath her, so I had to lean my head back to lick her.

I reached out with my tongue and pushed against the spot she had indicated. 

I wasn't cautious any more, I just wanted to excite my wife, I didn't care about what else happened.

Julie's hands came down and gripped the hair on the back of my head. She wanted me to go further and pulled me in toward her.

I straightened my tongue and pushed it inside her, exactly where she'd shown me.

I wasn't prepared for the reaction -- Julie bucked her hips violently, thrusting upwards again and again in an uncontrolled, animal response.

But she had a strong grip on my hair and managed to keep my mouth in place.

I could feel the smoothness of the cock head along the underneath of my tongue as I entered her. The hardness of his penis pressed against my chin and bottom lip as I thrust into my wife again but I didn't care.

Julie's movements were getting wilder. Her whole pelvis was jerking forwards and backwards as though in some kind of spasm.

She started to move my mouth away from her, then pull it hard into her again, trying to use my tongue like a tiny dildo.

She lifted one of her feet and put it on my shoulder to open herself up more. 

She let go of my hair with one hand and reached around behind her to grab Dave's ass, pulling him forwards to get more of his meat inside her.

My wife had never been a silent lover but now I could even hear her from below the surface. Muffled cries of passion penetrated the water.

I tried to stay there until Julie had been completely satisfied but it was no use. I broke the surface gasping for air.

I could tell by the tortured look on her face that Julie would be making me go down again -- and soon.

I stood there, gulping in the oxygen and gazing at the sight in front of me.

Dave was leaning over my wife's shoulder, biting at her neck, while he gyrated his hips against her ass. 

He had both hands on her beautiful, firm breasts, squeezing and rolling the hard nipples between his fingers.

Julie still had one leg slightly raised, hoping to get more of him into her. Her left hand still pulling his ass towards her while her other moved wildly between his cock and her clitoris, rubbing, flicking, squeezing.

And all the time she was moaning and crying out, almost incoherent in her lust.

"Oh yes, oh fuck ... I want it ... want it inside me. Oh God, I want more, my cunt's so hot ... yes, yes, unngh ... yes that's it, hard, do it hard... put more in ... oh God, more... please" she was almost whimpering now.

Then she looked at me as if she was only seeing me for the first time and a smile of pure lust crept over her face.

"Lick me, finish me off. Lick all around my juicy cunt while he fucks me."

Once again I was mesmerised, I was under her control. 

At that moment, I would have done anything she asked -- anything.

Then I was between her legs again. Licking her cunt, flicking at her clitoris, forcing my tongue into her, between her pussy lips and his thrusting cock.

Now both of them were jerking and rocking. 

My mouth was everywhere, pulling at her puffy lips, sliding across his thick cock as it pushed deeper into her, licking everything it touched.

My lips sucked on whatever they met, skin smooth and soft, hard and ridged. It was all one, it was just sex. I wanted it all.

Once more, I drove my stiff tongue between Dave's cock and Julie's clitoris and immediately heard a muffled scream above me.

My face was being buffeted by the combined jerking of both of them. 

His, plunging his cock past my open lips and into my wife's welcoming cunt. 

And Julie's thrusting, impaling herself on whatever she could get into her pussy.

God, I've never been so aroused in my life, as my wife lost all control and rode herself to multiple orgasms. 

Clutching my mouth to her clitoris and wildly rubbing Dave's member all around her cunt, Julie thrashed her body around and yelled uncontrollably. 

Wave after wave of sexual release swept over her as climaxes shook her body like electric shocks.

I caught sight of unusual patterns in the water, picked out by the underwater floods and realised what it was straight away. 

It was the warmer fluid spurting from my wife's cunt -- she was ejaculating stream after stream of her juices into the pool with each spine-arching orgasm that coursed through her.

It looked like she could go on forever as each jerk of Dave's cock against her pussy produced a tremor that shook her body.

He must have said something to her then as Julie gathered herself together, stood more upright and closed her legs together.

Instead of rubbing his member against her pussy, she now had it gripped tightly in her hand as it protruded from between her legs.

It was pressed firmly up against her crotch and as Julie started to move her fist up and down its length, it began to look like she was wanking on her own cock.

I had to, reluctantly, come up for air again.

Julie was still talking dirty, though with a little less urgency now.

"... that your cock makes me so hot. Do you know you just gave me five outrageous orgasms? That's never happened to me before ... but I want you in deeper next time."

I took a deep breath, ready to submerge again and Julie turned her head sharply in my direction. 

She looked startled, like she hadn't known I was there. Maybe she hadn't.

I lowered myself into the water, right next to them.

I was side-on to Julie and gazed at the profile of her shapely, feminine body with a rigid cock standing out from it. 

There was something oddly attractive about it, now it had no balls attached and with the lips of a vagina folding over the base of it.

I was allowing some weird thoughts of Julie being some kind of third gender to drift through my head, when she lifted me up by the arm.

She pulled me next to her as she purred, "Would you like to watch me jerk myself off? You always like that don't you?"

Without waiting for an answer, she looked down at the prick between her legs and, slowly stroking it, said, "Do you like my cock? Do you think it's nice and thick? It isn't that long but it gets nice and hard when I'm pulling myself off."

I felt so strange at that point -- otherworldly. I felt like I'd been dropped into a reality where all the known boundaries had suddenly collapsed and there were no expectations or limits.




Coquette and her Cuckold Ch. 02



With the glow from the underwater lights bringing Julie's ... no ... Dave's cock into relief against the pool floor, I could see every detail, every movement.

"Hmmm, it feels so good when I rub it. I love the way my prick fills up my hand when it's hard like this. 

I like to grip it really hard, as tight as I can and slide my hand all the way up, like this."

Julie was moving her hand steadily forwards until the skin bunched up at the end, then she drew it back, tantalizingly slowly. 

The bulbous head looked dark and threatening in the dim light as the skin was gradually pulled back to reveal the raised ridge around it.

"God, I feel so powerful with my thick, stiff cock in my hand. I just want to fuck anything when it feels like this."

"I'll tell you what I like to do when I'm jerking off," whispered Julie, "this ..." and she raised the cock to a 45 degree angle, squeezed as tight as she could and gave it four or five rapid jerks, then slowed her movements again.

Another thrill shot through me as I saw my wife in total control of the sexuality that was happening. She had me enthralled and she knew it. 

"Mmm, oh yes, it feels so good, I love to wank myself. I love to rub my big, hard cock. 

And I like it when you watch me too. I want you to watch me shoot my load."

Julie continued to slide her hand along the shaft, from base to tip, stretching the skin tight over the cock head with each backward stroke.

She was gaining some urgency in her voice now, talking quicker as her speech kept pace with the jerking of her arm between us.

" Oh God, that feels so good." Julie growled, 

"I just want to fuck something now, I feel like ramming my cock into some slut's cunt. 

Would you like to see that? Would you like to watch me slam my hard prick into a hot blonde's pussy? 

Here, put your hand on mine, help me jerk myself off."

In a daze, I wrapped my hand around hers and followed her movements along the length of her cock. She was gripping herself so tightly, I could feel the muscles bunched in her hand.

"Yes, that's it, keep that rhythm going. You know just how to make me cum. Just a little faster, that's right."

Julie was leaning against my shoulder now and her legs were starting to shake as she got nearer to another orgasm.

Her voice began to tremble and the urgency rose in her once again as both our hands pumped her.

"Oh, yes, yes, you do it for me. You do it just right. I love your hand on my cock. 

That's it, you hold it, wrap your hand around my cock, grip it tight. 

Oh God, oh God, it feels so good against my skin. Jerk me hard baby, that's it."

Julie's arms around my neck now, holding herself up as I pump faster and faster on her huge cock.

"My God that feels so good, oh yes, you're gonna make me cum. 

Oh God, I want to ram my prick into some slut's mouth. I want to shoot all my cum into a woman's mouth until she swallows it. 

Can I do that? Will you help me do that?"

An urgent nod of my head as I continued to jerk her, not knowing what was happening.

"That's it baby. Now make me cum, make me shoot my load. Oh yes, like that. 

Whose mouth should I shoot into? Who's going to take my hot load of cum and drink it all down? Who do you want it to be -- Julie? 

Do you want your sweet wife to take my big cock into her mouth and swallow it all?"

Confusion ... jerking Julie off ... yes, want to see her swallow her cum.

"Yes ... grip my cock ... tighter ... faster ... oh, I'm cumming!"

In one swift move, Julie spun herself off my neck and crouched down in front of me, her head level with my waist.

The moment she was down, I felt the cock jerk and pulsate in my hand. 

I continued pumping, transfixed by the sight of my beautiful wife opening her mouth to accept the streams of creamy liquid as they spurted between her lips.

Seeing Julie's face now under the water somehow brought a vague sense of reality back to me. 

I let go of Dave's softening prick and stood there watching as he eased the end of it into my wife's mouth, kneading and squeezing it to get the last few drops into her.

She was looking up through the few inches of water that covered her face and she was smiling.

She rolled her head around the end of his cock, her cheeks concaving as she sucked hungrily on this other man's meat.

He must have been getting softer all the time as Julie soon had all of him inside her mouth, her face pressed up against his dark pubic hairs.

She pulled her head back and stretched out his penis with the suction in her mouth until it sprung out. 

Then she nuzzled around his ball sac with her face until she had to come up for air.

I didn't know what to do, what to say. 

Sure, I'd been to the most erotic place I'd ever been in my life but Julie had scammed me or cheated me in the process -- hadn't she?

Then she was walking between us, her face expressionless. 

She reached the edge of the pool and picked up the vodka.

Unscrewing the cap, Julie looked at me and grinned.

"Well I don't know about you boys but I could do with a drink!"



Coquette and her Cuckold Ch. 03



Julie handed Dave and me a plastic cup each and filled them with vodka. Then she leaned back against the edge of the pool and took a drink straight from the bottle.

What little glow there was from the string of coloured lights that surrounded the pool, was just enough to highlight the silhouette of my wife's breasts. The surface of the warm water lapped against her dark, puckered nipples, still stiff from her orgasms of a few moments before.

Standing there with her elbows leaning on the pool-edge, her firm breasts jutting out, with such an aura of commanding sexuality about her, Julie could have got me to do anything for her at that moment, just with a look.

She had not the slightest sense of embarrassment about her -- a bit late for that I suppose. She seemed so totally at ease with the situation, standing naked and obviously aroused, next to two men who were ready to do anything with her body.

After a second or two of contemplation, Julie quickly took another mouthful of vodka, put the bottle down on the pool edge and moved between us.

"Come on, you two," she ordered and grabbed both of us, a penis in each hand, "follow me."

What else would we do? My wife pulled us both along behind her as she moved us towards the wide steps that were moulded into the end of the pool. "Sit down there." she commanded, leading me to the place she wanted me by my cock.

I sat down on one of the steps, my legs still in the water. Julie stood facing me, then bent forwards at the hips, leaning her arms on my shoulders and hooked her hands around my neck.

It was obvious that Dave was already eager to go at my wife again, I could see his penis beginning to thicken again, just below the surface. I wondered if she had seen it too. He was standing at her side and quickly had her right breast cupped in his hand, pressing and kneading the flesh and tugging at the nipple like it was the most natural thing for him to do.

Knowing how horny my wife was at that moment, in fact, how hot she had been all night, it surprised me when she pushed Dave away from her. And was that disappointment I felt?

But I quickly realised I had mistaken her movement -- she wasn't pushing him away, she was moving him behind her.

Again, she had both hands behind my neck, and then leaned close to my ear, "Are you comfortable there? I may need to lean against you for a while."

She had that lustful smile on her lips again and I felt a burst of adrenaline shoot through me, instantly tugging at my stomach. I had a wild mix of emotions sweep through me as I could see the desire in her eyes, how the anticipation was taking over her again.

I began to feel resentful of the pleasure she had felt from having this other man use her body. Julie's face was only a couple of inches in front of mine now and I could feel the heavy breathing of her heightened excitement on my lips. Her eyes were looking to the side, as if trying to see his movements, anticipate his touch.

I realised then, that I hadn't even been inside my wife that night. I started to think about the unusual level of arousal Julie had felt, being with this other man, the intensity of her passion. What was it I'd heard her saying to him -- she'd had five orgasms? She'd never had that many with me, I was sure of it.

Yes, maybe I was starting to feel jealous, I wanted to get my wife away from this stud. I'd now seen his penis outside of her and even only semi-hard, it looked like it could grow into something that would only make me feel inadequate. I didn't want to be compared unfavourably, either in size or technique or in just plain, masculine appeal.

I was just about to get up and drag Julie away from there, when her mouth began to gape open and she let out the strangest kind of gasp -- like she was trying to force out the very last mouthful of air from her body. Her eyes opened wide, the whites showing all around her pupils for a second, before the eyelids drooped and half-closed. And I knew he had started touching her.

"Oh my, this is going to feel so good."

Then to me, as though she had read my thoughts, could sense my growing reticence, "Please let me do this, please. Just this once, so I can remember it forever."

Maybe I still looked unconvinced, I don't know, but Julie obviously decided to take a different approach at that point. She leaned her cheek against mine and whispered, "Should I tell you what he's doing to me?"

"Ah, you like that idea then?" and I realised she was looking down between my legs. My cock had suddenly grown hard and had risen out of the water until it was pointing directly at my wife's breasts.

Now she was back in control, the sexual predator once more, just how she liked it. Her mouth was against my ear, breathing her lust into me.

"He's moving his fingers between my pussy lips, three of them. One on each lip and one in the centre. Oh, you wouldn't believe how wet I feel, he just slides between them so easily. He's rubbing them all around now... mmm ... so slowly, from up near my ass, now lower -- oh God, I want him inside me -- now he's moving down toward my clit."

Louder now, half to him and half to me, "I want those fingers inside me so much ... got to have something in my pussy soon."

But it seemed like Dave wasn't quite ready to oblige her. From the dreamy look on Julie's face and her half-smile, I could tell that he hadn't entered her yet. She was leaning heavily on me with her arms, her face moving away from mine, and then coming up close again as her hips rotated in unison with his hand movements.

"Oh my, look how hard you've got." It was true, I'd never felt my cock stiffer than it was right now and Julie didn't miss the opportunity to take advantage.

"This is for you too baby, I want you to feel hot and excited and crazy for me. You like to watch me do this don't you? You love to see me cum with another man's cock inside me?" I think I opened my mouth but what could I say? My cock did all the talking for me.

"No, don't stop!" she suddenly looked so desperate, "Keep rubbing me ... please!" The whimpering noise that had started to escape from Julie soon turned to sighs of lust as Dave removed his hand from my wife's pussy and his head lowered out of sight behind her.

"Oh. Oh yes, that feels so good." Julie's tone changed, became more animalistic, more aggressive.

"God, yes ... right there, keep licking me there." Her body swayed backwards and forwards in response to the sweep of his tongue around her rapidly juicing vulva.

I could tell it was getting difficult for her to speak to me now as her level of excitement rose again. "He's ... running ... his tongue up and down my ... cunt lips. Ahhh, now he's ... using his fingers to ... spread me wide open. Mmmm ... love that feeling. Yes, that's it ... putting his tongue inside me."

"Oh Jesus, my clit is so sensitive now. Oh ... ungh ... he's putting his fingers inside me again ... and licking my clit. Oh my God, he knows just how to get me hot!"

Julie's head was thrown back now and her long, dark hair lay wet along her deeply arched spine. Her ass was raised out of the water, presenting Dave's mouth with the soft, welcoming core of her sex. Hard, protruding nipples rubbed against my chest as my wife writhed and squirmed her body in response to this onslaught of tongue and fingers.

I reached down between my legs to grab my cock and start rubbing it wildly, I couldn't stand it any longer. It looked like Julie was going to be cumming again soon and I wanted to join her in her passion.

But she had other ideas of course ... as soon as she saw my movement, she slapped my hand away from my cock. "Not just yet, I have other plans for you."

She pulled her rear end away from Dave's mouth without any apparent regret or sense of loss, turned around and lay on her back on top of me. Now my erect penis was jammed between Julie's back and my own stomach as she settled her ass in my lap. She placed her long, tanned legs along the tops of mine and gripped the backs of my wrists with her hands.

I felt like my body was a mirror of hers (or hers of mine) as I realised that she would be copying every move I made. 

Now Dave stood facing us, standing between our legs, his insanely erect cock standing straight up and almost touching his muscled torso. I could understand then, why some women became overwhelmed in the presence of such a well-toned masculine body and such an obvious and aggressive sign of arousal.

I can't say for sure if it was a conscious move or not but my drawn-up knees (and, of course, Julie's) moved ever-so-slightly apart. It wasn't much but it was enough.

Julie raised our arms in invitation to him and our knees spread further apart. 

"Come here and fuck me, lover." Julie's voice seemed to be trembling in her urgency and need.

Dave took a step closer and grabbed his erect member, holding it down so that it pointed directly at my wife's pussy. As he leaned his body towards us, I could feel his muscular thighs pressing against the inside of mine and pushing them apart.

I tried to look over Julie's shoulder to see just where his cock was but I was too far behind her. There was no need though, to see when he was entering her. That long, breathy moan that escaped her shuddering lips left me in no doubt. I knew the exact moment when his cock was forcing apart her hot, welcoming lips.

I felt her legs rise in response to his invasion of her and mine followed. I wanted to be with her in the passion she was experiencing, like another part of the same body. I wanted to feel her arousal and follow wherever she went in this wild, erotic journey she was on.

As Dave leaned further forwards and pressed his chest against my wife's breasts, we both lifted our knees further so that they were eventually up by his shoulders. I knew from experience that, when Julie felt especially aroused, she loved to be in this position of openness and submission, it seemed to take her to another level of sexual excitement.

Dave had set up a steady rhythm of fucking my wife now and was unhurriedly, almost casually, raising and lowering his ass, easily driving his rod deeply into her with each thrust.

Julie seemed unusually quiet, like she was in a trance or something, or (here was a thought) maybe not even enjoying it very much. I wondered for a moment if she'd had too much sex that night -- even for her but that thought didn't last long.

Gradually, I felt my hands being moved down her lover's back as my wife slid them under the water, to rest on his undulating ass. With her pressing against the backs of my hands, she pulled him in towards us. Each forward movement of his hips was now accentuated by our combined efforts in getting him in deeper.

I felt the beginnings of responsive movements in Julie's hips as Dave's penetrations became longer and deeper. I tried to supplement her gyrations by lifting my own body in unison, helping her to meet his thrusts with movements of her own.

It took a little while to time the rocking of our bodies against each other but soon, all three of us were rising and falling in perfect unison. I started to feel closer to Julie then, like I was almost inside her skin and knowing exactly what she was experiencing and what she desired most. 

I could sense the euphoria she was feeling as she wilfully, joyfully allowed this invasion of her being. Not like a joining of two people but a relinquishing of herself to something much more powerful and irresistible. A total submission.

I was jerking my hips up now, faster to keep up with his increasing tempo. I gripped his ass cheeks and tugged him in towards us, pushing up with my back to ram Julie's mound against him.

She wasn't silent any more as her lust began to pour out of her mouth again.

"Mmm, yes, that's it baby, ram that hard meat of yours into me. Oh, God I love the feel of your cock inside me. Not too fast, I want to feel it all sliding in, all the way, right up to your balls."

Our fucking motions was creating waves between our bodies and I could hear the water splashing against Julie's breasts that were pressed hard against Dave's chest. The sound reminded me of when she gets really wet.

"That's right ... oh Jesus, you know how to fuck me. I love the way your thick cock stretches my cunt lips apart ... oh, oh God you're the best fuck, the best. Oh yes, it feels incredible, just keep fucking me."

I was starting to get lost in a maelstrom of emotions and passion. I lost the sense of where I was, of who I was. One moment I was making love to my wife as she urged me on to arouse her further, the next, I was listening to her talking like a slut to a stranger who was slamming his cock into her.

I had my eyes closed as I responded to the hard, male jerking of his pelvis. I felt the strong, muscular thrusting between my thighs and moved my legs around behind his back. I started to use my legs to force him into us, pulling him closer to her cunt until I could feel his balls bouncing against mine.

I wanted him all the way in, I locked my legs behind his ass and pulled tighter as I pushed Julie up against him as hard as I could.

"Oh fuck yes, oh my cunt's so full ... oh Jesus ... oh ... yes just keep fucking me ... harder ... harder, fuck you"

Julie moved her hands under his arms and gripped his shoulders, the fingers digging deeply into his skin, her knuckles turning white.

I pumped my hips up more urgently against Julie's ass, trying to keep pace with Dave's thrusting. Her legs were wrapped completely around him now, almost trying to get his whole body inside her. Her breathing was turning to uneven panting and gasps as Dave's cock slammed into her faster.

"Come on baby, give me that big, hard cock. Yes ... fuck me hard, I want you to cum inside me now ... give me all your cum ... unnngh ... make me cum ...that's it ... harder ... oh Christ ... oh baby I'm cumming ... ohhh, oh yesss."

I could feel the weight of Dave's body on mine as he continued fucking us at a furious pace. Julie's almost incoherent shouts, pleading to have her cunt filled by his gigantic cock filled my ears. I was part of Julie's body, thrusting and writhing against him, spreading my legs wide, pleading to be filled up by him.

My legs pressed against his ass, pulling him deeply inside me again and again until I heard myself scream as if in the distance. A never-ending release of lust that seemed to emanate from some other reality and broke into my consciousness like a remembered dream.

But I didn't recognise my voice.

No, it wasn't me who was screaming, it was Julie. Her mouth moved like she was trying to form words but couldn't, almost as if she was in some kind of religious rapture. She released her pent up lust in a series of diminishing whines and yelps as Dave finally jerked himself to completion and forced his body deeper into my wife as cum spurted from his erect cock into Julie's gaping pussy.

My face was next to hers as she sunk her teeth into his shoulder, muffling her screams as she continued to react to the reverberations that shook her lover's body. Each grunt between clenched teeth signalled another spurt of his cum entering my wife's cunt and she slid her hips backwards and forwards like she was sucking it out of him.

My head was buzzing, my limbs shook, I could hardly think as I felt my muscles locked in place, pressing my wife and her lover against each other.

The next few moments were a blur. I remember getting out of the pool and helping Julie out (she was on the point of collapse) but not much else. We somehow stumbled back to our cabin and then I remember suggesting that Julie take a soak in the bath.

As the water noisily plunged into the bath and gradually filled the room with steam, my head began to clear and I remembered two things.

One: The fact that I (amazingly) hadn't cum at any time during that night.

Two: The real reason why I was filling that bath...



Coquette and her Cuckold Ch. 04



The bathroom became a sauna as the steam rose from the hot tub, making my vision as cloudy and indistinct as my thoughts. 

Julie sank lower in the water, like a crocodile slinking back into the river after consuming its prey.

The water wrapped itself around her breasts, the surface taking the shape of her stiffly protruding nipples and dark areola.

I stood at the door, gazing at her naked body and going over in my mind, all that I had seen her experience in the last few hours.

My thoughts were awash with fleeting images of the night's passion and my wife's erotic experimentations.

As my eyes breathed in her lithe femininity, my memory played with visions of her plunging fingers inside herself, of her standing in the pool, legs splayed, as she had welcomed a stranger's cock into her.

I saw the look of pain on her face, that had so quickly turned to ecstasy when her lover had penetrated her. 

I was only wearing a towel round my waist now and my hardening penis had pushed it aside. I was feeling the effects of hours of arousal without release. I held my cock in my hand, languidly sliding up and down its length.

I took in the gently curving outline of my wife's thighs that had been around her lover's back only minutes earlier and recalled how his hips had forced them apart.

I watched her fingers tug at her hardening nipples the way his had done, as she drifted her other hand down her stomach to linger at her shaved mound.

With an effort, I let go of my penis and leaned over the bath to turn off the water. There was no way Julie was going to interrupt herself now, I thought.

As I was above her, I caught sight of smears of creamy fluid as it eased from between the cunt lips that she held apart, and blended with the bathwater.

Julie saw it too and scooped up a trail of it in her cupped hand. Leaning her head back against the bath, she opened her mouth as she let the mixture of water and Dave's cum slide down onto her outstretched tongue.

Once again, I had my cock in my hand as I watched my wife savour her lover's juice, the muscles in her throat contracting as she swallowed.

It may have been the movement of my hand as it slid along my full stiffness that drew Julie's attention, I don't know, but she looked at me then for the first time since we'd got back to the room.

"Tonight has been something very special, ..." I think I just nodded,

"for both of us it seems." as her gaze dropped to my unusually erect penis.

Julie was slowly sliding curved fingers between her pussy lips as she continued, "I never knew how fantastically erotic it could be. Never knew how hot and aroused I could get about fucking someone."

She seemed reticent then, as if this was leading somewhere uncomfortable for her.

"You've seen how he excites me, haven't you, how hard he makes me cum ... over and over? You know how much I want him, don't you? How much I need him to fuck me?"

Yes, it was difficult for her but she was going to say it anyway.

" I just can't stop at tonight. I've got to have him inside me again, fucking me with that beautiful cock of his, I've got to."

I suppose that my continued pulling at my cock and the pre-cum smearing itself over the shiny head encouraged her to go on.

"I've never experienced anything like it, anywhere he touched me just tingled. I thought I was going to cum every time his tongue or his cock brushed against me." Julie had her eyes closed now as she relived the evening.

"I've never felt such a need to be fucked by one man before, just the thought of his cock makes my nipples and clitoris stiffen up."



I didn't say a word. I just continued to look at her as I gripped harder on my penis.

"There's no way I can stop at tonight, I'm going to continue fucking him for as long as I possibly can. You can complain if you want, or watch if you want, it makes no difference. All I care about is feeling his huge prick ramming into my juicy cunt."

Julie turned to me, with that look of defiance on her face that had such a sense of finality about it.

Getting bolder, she purred, "And if I'm going to be fucking him anyway, I may as well take it all the way."

So, what did this mean?

"Next time, I'm going to let him fuck my ass."

In our five years of marriage, Julie had never once let me put anything into her there. Not a vibrator, not a finger, not even allowed me to rub around her tight anus with oil – let alone slide my penis in. 

Now here she was, getting excited at the thought of a stranger's cock pumping into her ass.

"Tomorrow morning, I'm going to meet him at the pool and bring him here. I'm going to strip him off and lead him to our bed by his cock."

Julie's eyes were closed again as her fingers rotated on her mound, just above her clitoris.

"I'm going to get on all fours and raise my ass in the air for him. Do you think you'd like to watch? Oh, I'll tell you what – my ass will need to be really well oiled. How would you like it if I let you rub that massage oil around my hole for me? Would you like that baby? If I let you get my ass ready for him?"

I don't think she expected me to reply. I couldn't have anyway, my throat was constricted, my mouth dry. But my prick was wet; pre-cum was seeping out of the slit constantly.

"Yes, that's it, you can prepare me for my very first ass-fucking, I think you'd like that." 

Julie's fingers had penetrated herself now, sliding up and down her engorged clitoris.

"Dave will need to be prepared too, he will need to be oiled and be extra hard to squeeze into my tight, virgin ass. You could spread the oil over his magnificent cock and balls, sliding your hand up and down to get him really stiff. I'd love to watch that in the mirror, watch you stroking my lover's cock to get it hard for me."

My hand was moving faster now, gripping tighter as it slid along my full length, from balls to ridge.

"You could kneel between us, separating the cheeks of my ass with your left hand as you grip his slippery cock with your right. And when I beg him to slide his cock into my tight ass, you can guide him into me, putting the tip of his cock at my asshole as he pushes forwards."

We were both jerking our hands now, Julie across her clit and lips and me backwards and forwards on my prick, faster, more urgently.

"Oh, yes, I know it will feel so good. It may hurt at first but I'll take that, just to feel him fucking my ass with his big, hard cock. It will be so special, having my tight, little ass fucked for the very first time ... and you can be there for it baby, watching my lover slam his stiff meat deep into me. God, I'm hot for him already, I know I'm going to love it so much as he reaches around with his hand and rubs my clit at the same time."

Julie hesitated then, like she was conjuring up another image in her fantasy.

"I could even get that gorgeous waiter to help ... oh God yes, I could straddle him and slide my cunt over his cock while Dave fucks my ass. Oh Jesus, I can't wait, I want them both fucking me ... in my cunt, in my ass. I want to feel both their cocks ramming into me side by side ... filling me up, stretching me, splitting me apart. Oh yes, oh yes, the feeling of both men wanting me so much, wanting to just fuck me and slam their cocks into me over and over again. So much man inside my body"

Gripping myself as tight as I can ... watching Julie pump fingers inside herself once more, her hand a blur. 

"That's it, I want so much to get fucked by two hot studs at once, harder and harder. You can watch them stretch me wide open as they both slam into me until they shoot their loads of cum inside me. Oh, I'm going to love the feeling of them jerking inside me, spurting their cream into my holes."

I could feel the pressure building up in my balls as I squeezed my prick as hard as I could, pumping it wildly as my balls bounced around underneath.

Images of my wife being aggressively fucked in both holes by other men's cocks flashed through my head. 

My legs trembled and almost gave way as that glorious feeling of release swept over me and my prick started to become sensitive.

I stood there for a few moments with my eyes closed, my hand moving slower now, my breathing returning to normal.

I could feel the wetness on my other hand and looked down to see that I'd caught a huge pool of my own cum. Not surprising that there was so much, given all the unsatisfied arousal I'd experienced that night.

Julie had slowed her movements too, her fingers now casually tracing the contours of her cunt lips, almost absent-mindedly, like she would stroke a pet as it lay in her lap.

I took a slow, deep breath.

"Hand me that towel, Julie, above your head."

She looked up and reached for the corner of the towel that hung over the side of the shelf above her.

And pulled.

She must have felt the extra weight, I sensed a momentary hesitation, but she had already pulled it too far. 

She saw the shape of the hairdryer as it teetered precariously on the edge for a second, unable to make up its mind, before tumbling over, like a graceful diver.

A memorable image from a Stanley Kubrick film struck me then, of a space station majestically floating and spinning in the void to the sound of Strauss' Blue Danube.

It seemed like I had all the time in the world to watch the train of events as they unfolded. 

My eyes followed Julie's panicked glance at the wall socket where the cable was plugged in. 

I watched her grip the sides of the bath in a vain attempt at lifting herself out of the water in time.

I heard the sizzle and crack as the dryer struck, then sank into the water between those lovely, smooth thighs of hers.

Immediately, there was a hissing and bubbling between her legs, as if the heat that her cunt had generated throughout the night, was somehow now releasing itself into the tub and making the bathwater boil and spit.

Julie's legs gave way and she slipped back into the water, her body jerking and convulsing, back arching, hips thrusting upwards again and again. But they met no resistance this time.

Her hand gripped the side of the bath, fingers curling over the edge and trying to dig in, knuckles turning white with the pressure.

Her head slipped lower, open mouth emitting wet, gurgling sounds until her face was submerged a couple of inches under the water. 

My wife's sweet, red lips gradually pulled back from her teeth in a cruel mockery of a smile of satisfaction as a pearly string of cum gently settled across her mouth.

I retreated from the bathroom step by step, gradually becoming aware of the smell of burnt hair.

In the bedroom, I pulled on a pair of shorts and a Hawaiian shirt – the red one with the big hibiscus flowers, I always feel comfortable in that one, grabbed my keys and a bottle of bourbon and stepped out into the quiet, night air.

The lights were still on around the pool. It seemed like a lifetime ago that I was last there.

His back was towards me as I approached. He was sitting on the edge, dangling his feet in the water. I lowered myself next to him and handed him the bottle of Jack Daniels.

"Is it done?" Dave asked, in that strangely, matter-of-fact manner he has, as he took a gulp of the bourbon.

"It's done. Where's your sister?"

"Claudia?" he said, "Back at the cabin packing. We're leaving tomorrow as planned, remember?"

"You're sure she's safe with this? I can't say I'm one hundred percent about Claudia" 

"As safe as me. Anyway, it's a bit late to be worrying about her now isn't it? Just remember, she'll meet you at the bus station next Tuesday at 7pm. You can give her the money then."

"You sure you trust her with all that cash, Dave?"

"Absolutomundo my friend. Anyway, you have no choice, you won't be seeing me again."

I hesitated before I spoke again, "Dave ... "

"Yeah, what is it?"

"... I wanted to thank you for tonight. You know, for making her last night so ... enjoyable."

"My pleasure, mate."

"Was it? A pleasure, I mean?"

"Sure," he said with a grin, "I always enjoy a good fuck, no matter who it is. But all the time, I knew I was really sticking it to her, about to pay her back for wrecking my sister's marriage. No offence but your wife is ... was, a real bitch, a home wrecker, a selfish cow with no morals and I'm glad to be a part of her timely demise. Sorry to be so blunt but you did ask."

"Yeah, I know. It's just that I thought I should make her last few hours happy ones at least."

"You're much too nice for your own good, buddy." As he playfully slapped my leg. "Well, gotta go, good luck."

I watched Dave leave, then picked up the bottle he'd been drinking from by the neck and strolled back to my cabin.

I found it surprisingly difficult to look at Julie when I was back in the bathroom, so I just placed the bottle on the floor and went to make the call to reception.

It wasn't foolproof, I knew that, but if worse came to worst, Dave's fingerprints on the bottle left next to Julie's bath and the remains of his DNA in her vagina would go a long way towards creating doubt in the mind of police.

My smartest move though, had been to get Dave to check out the hairdryer a couple of days before, on the pretext of checking if it would be lethal if dropped in water.

Sounds stupid, I know, but it was enough to get him to hold it and get his prints on it.

So now, all that was necessary was for me to spend the time until the ambulance arrived in preparing myself. Tears, sobbing, red eyes, I could do all that, I was genuinely upset. 

No, I was, truly. 

And I would miss Julie, her unbridled sexuality, her joy in living life to the full, her uncanny ability to excite me like no other.

Still, some things can never go unpunished.



(Clayton Long is a pseudonym I use for obvious reasons. My wife's death was the subject of a short inquest but the coroner returned a verdict of "death by misadventure" so there have been no legal repercussions. I have not seen Dave since that night but his sister Claudia and I now live together. We enjoy an original and stimulating sex life together. In fact, Claudia has recently taken to inventing and telling little stories during our lovemaking. Mostly fantasies about her meeting romantic strangers in bars or on a beach. Insignificant, harmless stuff really ... but it does excite me ...)