10 comments/ 118528 views/ 65 favorites The Cuckold Journal of Jane & Mark Ch. 01 By: angieseroticpen Jane: I suppose my starting point was when I googled the word 'Cuckold' that fateful morning. I don't know why I did it and I wasn't sure what it really meant; all I knew was that it was a term used for husbands whose wives were unfaithful to them. I had never been unfaithful to Mark and had never really considered it seriously. Sure, like most women my age who are married and have young children, it is nice to flirt occasionally. It is good to know that men still find you are attractive even if you are spoken for. I have had a few opportunities to take things further but I had always left them at the 'fantasy' stage. I knew a few friends who had gone down that road and got tangled up in affairs; they had all ended in disasters and broken relationships. Mark may not be a Johnny Depp or Brad Pitt but he is my love; a good husband and father and a friend too. To me a quick thrill was not worth the sacrifice. I did know however that Mark had a thing about me with other men, which subconsciously is probably why I went looking. I didn't mind, in fact it made sex quite exciting sometimes, laying there and touching each other while talking about me with another man. I liked to lay back and listen to him talking about a man with a much bigger cock taking me. It made for some quite earth shattering orgasms for me as well as Mark. Although I had to be careful as far as he was concerned; he could cum very quickly with me stroking his cock and talking about sex with another man. So why did I Google it? I suppose out of curiosity because of the situation with Mark. Mark: I had always had a thing about Jane with another man right from the start of our relationship. She was, and still is, very attractive and had had a few relationships before she met me. I had had only two serious relationships so she was more sexually experienced than me. Like most guys you like to know about your girlfriend's previous relationships and the inevitable manly pride comes in with the questions "Were they bigger than me?" and "Were they better?" Of course, most girls are careful to spare your feelings and reply "No." Jane was pretty honest as far as size was concerned! It took a while for her to open up, but I enjoyed hearing about her exploits with previous boyfriends and I think that after a while she used to get quite excited reliving some of those moments. Up to that point it has always been fantasy though; enjoyable as it was, I doubted whether I could actually go through with it and I felt certain that Jane wouldn't. Yes, I had gone on certain websites and read stories and accounts of cuckolding but I knew that ninety percent of it was pure fantasy. There were lots of guys like me out there who got a kick out thinking about it. I had also seen videos as well of cuckolding acts and exciting as they were; I knew that they were actors and actresses filming in a hotel room. Like the stories they made exciting fantasy. Jane: What surprised me about the whole cuckolding thing was the amount of interest in it. Page after page of website listings filled my laptop screen. I got to about the twentieth page and stopped; there were still thousands of more pages still to view. Scrolling back to the first page I clicked on a site and ended up in a Cuckold forum. Page after page and member after member either asking questions or giving an account of their experiences. Married men talking about their wives with another man and what it was like for them. Some things actually shocked me; I mean, I would never say that I was prudish but reading about how some men liked to 'clean' their wives up after their lover had cum inside them; and not only that, clean the lover as well! Moving on from the cuckolds themselves I found a 'Bull's' forum; a 'Bull' being the wife's lover. Bigger and better than the husband, obviously, these were the males that enjoyed humiliating the husband with displays of their superiority in the bedroom. I found myself getting quite excited not just reading their accounts but also their adverts. One advert in particular caught my attention and I found myself emailing a reply. Mark: When Jane told me one night that she wanted to cuckold me I was pretty taken aback. We were lying in bed and she was stroking my cock and talking to me about a guy at work that had been asking her out. It excited me, as such talk always did, but it was when she used the word cuckold and said that she wanted to cuckold me that stopped me in my tracks. Jane had never used such expressions like that before. It kind of put me off my stride for a few moments but Jane persisted; sweet talking, filthy talk, telling me how she would love to fuck another man in front of me. It didn't take me long to get back into the flow of things and before I knew it I was covering her hand with my free flowing cum. Afterwards I lay back aware that something had changed; Jane had changed. I lay for a few minutes looking at the thirty-two year old woman lying by my side. My wife of 8 years and mother of my two children somehow seemed different. Looking back on that moment later I would come to realise that it was a defining moment in our lives. Jane: My heart skipped a beat when I saw Alex's email in my inbox a couple of days later. I hadn't really expected a response to my exploratory email. I rifled one back to him and within a few days we were in regular correspondence. I gave him very little information about myself at first; just telling him that I was married and that my husband had a thing about me with another man. Alex was a divorced male of 42 and he described himself as an experienced 'Bull'. He has helped many wives like me to get into cuckolding, so he said. Although I took what he said with a pinch of salt at first it did excite me that another man wanted to help me cuckold my husband. He told me over and over again that he would love to help me become a Cuckoldress. Within a couple of weeks we were opening up to each other; Alex told me that he had cuckolded many husbands over the years. "There was," he said. "No greater turn on than fucking another man's wife and knowing that he was aware of it." His greatest thrill was spending the night in the marital bed with a woman while her husband slept in the spare room. His wife had found out about his exploits a few years ago and had sent him packing. Chatting to him gave me a great insight in the mind of a cuckold. He told me that he had seen grown men cry seeing him with their wives and yet it excited them as well. I could not fully understand how a man could love his wife, be very jealous of the whole situation, and yet get enormous sexual release from it. But as Alex said "Why should I try to understand it. Just enjoy the sexual freedom that it allowed." As time went on Alex became very helpful in 'conditioning' Mark, as he called it. He would tell me to play on it; masturbate Mark as I told him things I would like to do with another man. From that I would be able to gauge just how far I could get Mark to go and how fast I could do it. Alex emphasised the importance of taking things slowly. "Lead him by his cock slowly yet firmly," he would tell me. "Once the noose was around his neck he would be yours!" I followed his advice and soon became surprised how easy Mark was not only taking to the idea but also confessing things that he would be prepared to do. Alex had also told me how enjoyable it was to have a husband clean up after him after he had finished with his wife. "And if he is prepared to clean me up as well all the better!" He added. I never got as far as bringing that particular aspect into our fantasy but the thought of seeing Mark with another man's cock in his mouth was very appealing, more so if it was covered in my juices as well! Mark: To be honest I never saw it coming; I should have, I know, but Jane had subtly reeled me in, so subtly that I hadn't realised that I had swallowed hook, line and sinker until I had been landed on the river bank! Although I had noticed a change in her I had never realised where it was all leading to, I just thought that it was her opening up sexually with age. In hindsight, the change in the bedroom talk; the change in the way she dressed; change of hair colour and the sudden sexier outlook should have flagged itself on my radar a long time ago but it's always easier with hindsight isn't it? The saying that a way to man's heart is through is stomach is a load of rubbish. The way to a man's heart is through his cock! Jane had taken hold of mine and led me like a lamb to the slaughter. When she had got me into the hotel room on that fateful night I was a cuckold waiting to happen. Jane: It was inevitable that Alex and I would get together eventually. I knew after a few weeks that I wanted to take things further with him and that if I was going to cuckold Mark then he would be the man to do it with. To be fair on Alex he was never pushy even though he was clearly interested. In Alex's favour was the fact that he lived just over an hour away. From email chats we gradually got round to talking on the telephone. Alex gave me his number with the promise that he would never call me first. The agreement was that I would call him when I wanted to chat and he would call me back. He did not to want to compromise my marriage. When he did ask if we could meet up for a coffee sometime I was quite hesitant at first. Even though we were chatting and emailing each other regularly it was a big step to take and I knew that if we did meet it would change things. One night, during one of our 'fantasy' talks in bed I told Mark that I was going to have a coffee with an admirer from work and then expanded on what I might do with him afterwards. Mark prematurely ejaculated in my hand. I knew then that it was time to make a move. Two days later Alex and I met up in our local shopping centre for a coffee. I didn't dress up; I just wore jeans and a top. I didn't want to look as though I was on a date. Alex too dressed casually. I knew the moment I set eyes on him that I wanted him. He was no Adonis or muscle bound hunk; he was just your average middle aged male but there was a smile and a sparkle in his eyes, a sparkle that said "I want to bed you!" After getting the mundane chat out of the way Alex tried to get on topic but it was hopeless because of people milling around us. Alex suggested that we go somewhere where we could have privacy. I knew what he was hinting at; there was only one place and that was my home. He saw my hesitancy and told me "I won't try anything on, I promise. I just want to chat." Meeting another man to talk sex excited me; more than that, it was making me wet. I thought about his suggestion for a few moments, pretending to be seriously considering his proposition, and then I agreed to it. Mark: When Jane suggested a night in a hotel, alone, without the children, I was somewhat surprised. Apart from a friend's wedding we had never spent a night apart from them. "It would be nice to have some quality time together." She told me. "You can buy me some nice lingerie and we can have a nice meal, some wine and then......." She added. Jane knew how to play me! That Saturday morning we dropped the girls off with her Mum and Dad and then went shopping before going to the hotel. As I put the cases down on the large double bed little did I realise just what was in store for me. Jane: Alex came to visit me three days later. I knew that Mark would be out of the area visiting clients and I told him that I need the day off to do some spring cleaning and do some shopping. As wonderful a husband as he is he has no idea about house cleaning. My lie would be undetectable to his naked eye! I didn't dress up particularly for Alex but I did wear stockings and suspenders. I had no intention of doing anything with him but I like to feel sexy and you do get a special thrill about being among men wearing some sex lingerie. When he arrived I made us both a coffee and then we went into the lounge to talk. I felt quite nervous sitting next to him on the settee; felt a bit like a schoolgirl on her first date. Alex though seemed so calm and assured. We started talking about Mark and my cuckolding him and he asked me if he could be the one to cuckold him. It had been the first time that he had ever made such a direct request. Of course, I wanted him to be first. I wanted to cuckold Mark right there and then with Alex. I sat there finding it hard to stay in control of my emotions. All I could say though was "How will we go about it?" Alex smiled and then went on to suggest a hotel. I listened intently as he explained his plan getting more excited with each passing moment. It was a bold plan but it was a tried and tested one. I hadn't realised it but practically the whole while he talked I was looking down at his crotch. It was only when he asked me if I was sizing him up that I suddenly realised what I was doing. I felt quite embarrassed. He moved his hands to his sides and told me that I was free to inspect the goods if I wanted to. If someone had suggested that to me a few months before I would have either slapped his face or run a mile but that was then. Don't ask me why but I just found myself reaching over with my hand and touching his bulge. I had touched men like that before; boyfriends and Mark of course, but none had given the pleasure I felt at that moment as it stiffened beneath my hand. I already knew that is was bigger than Mark's and was bigger than any previous boyfriend's but I just had to inspect further. As I reached for the buckle of his belt Alex raised his bottom; moments later his trousers and boxers were around his knees. For a few moments I was back in the early days of my sexual awakening; looking at a penis for the first time. I used to like taking my time just looking at them. They might have all looked the same, excluding size, but each was different. Some were circumcised and some were not; some were thick and some were thin; some had large veins showing and some had not, and some were appealing while others were not. Alex's was big, thick, circumcised and with veins at bursting point. It was very appealing and I knew that it would be the next one inside me. It was seemed only natural to lower my head. Taking a cock in my mouth was not something that I would do immediately; I liked to get to know a guy before I got that intimate with him. Alex was different; it gave me great pleasure in taking him in my eager mouth. Within minutes his groans were filling the room and his hands were holding my head tightly in place. It did not take long before his cum was filling my mouth. I swallowed every drop of his tasty cum and then cleaned him up with my tongue and tissue. "That was so beautiful." He told me as he kissed me. "I never expected that." I smiled and told him that I never expected to be doing it. "Can I do anything for you?" He asked me as his hand alighted on my knee. I didn't want sex, I wasn't ready for it and I told him so. "I don't mean penetration." He replied. "I mean reciprocating the favour!" He added as he pushed back the hem of my skirt. Moments later I found myself slumped back with my skirt up around my waist and Alex on his knees on the floor between my open legs. I was already cumming before his tongue had hardly got passed the white flesh above my stocking tops; by the time it started to probe me through my panties I had lost it. He could have done anything that he wanted if he had wished. I wouldn't have stopped him if he had pulled my panties down and took me where I lay. I wouldn't even have resisted if he had dragged me up the stairs to the bedroom but Alex kept to his promise. He gave me oral orgasm after orgasm and then put my panties back in place before pulling up his trousers. I kissed him just before he left and told him that I was looking forward to the pleasure of his cuckolding at the weekend. The Cuckold Journal of Jane & Mark Ch. 02 Mark: Jane seemed quiet that afternoon; her mind was elsewhere as she laid out her clothes to wear that evening. I thought that maybe she was missing the children. My mind was elsewhere as well; I saw the new lingerie she had bought, or rather that I had bought. A red and black lacy Basque with matching panties and black stockings of course. She was going to look super sexy! I ran a bath for her at her request and then had the pleasure of watching as she stripped and got in. Jane still had a trim figure that never failed to excite me. I undressed as well with the intention of having a quick shower after shaving. I wasn't one to spend time in a bath full of water. She was still quiet as she bathed while I shaved. I was about to ask her if anything was the matter when she suddenly stood up and ran a soapy hand over her mound and asked me if I would mind shaving her. Mind! I leapt at the chance. It had been something that I had always wanted to do. I squirted some shaving foam over my hand rubbed it in and then began the joyful task of baring her pussy. "I love you, you know Mark!" She suddenly said. I looked up at her. "I know that." I told her. "I love you too." "Men like a shaved pussy don't they?" She asked me. "Bloody right we do!" I responded. Her hand rested on my shoulder. "Would you like another man to see it shaved?" She asked. It was another stupid question. My cock sprang to attention. "You know I would." I told her. "Seriously?" I looked up at her. "I could make it happen." She told me. The look on her face told me that this wasn't just fantasy talk. With all that had been going on over the last few weeks I knew that she was serious and I began to tremble. "Are......are you serious?" "I have met a man." She said. "A man who wants to cuckold you." I stared at her wanting to see a smile break out on her face. I wanted it to be fantasy talk but it wasn't. Her face kept its serious look. "You're not joking are you Jane." She shook her head. "No Mark I am not. I have met a man called Alex. He wants to fuck me tonight; here in this hotel room. He wants to cuckold you." My knees started to buckle and I had to sit down on the edge of the bath. Jane reached over and kissed me before reaching for my erection. Holding it firmly in her hand she told me all about the man she had been seeing. Jane: The part I was dreading was telling Mark. Telling him about another man while lying beside him in bed was one thing but this was going to be in the cold light of day. When he was horny it was an easy subject to talk about. I knew that he would get even hornier; I knew that he would start to leak pre-cum and I also knew that if I touched his cock for any length of time he would cum in my hand. Alex had reassured me that Mark would be up for it; he was experienced; he knew the signs, he knew how to handle wannabe cuckolds. I was pretty certain that he was right but I couldn't help wondering whether or not he would take a different view. Would he get angry? Would he get upset? Would he really want another man fucking me? I owed it to him to tell him everything and tell him the truth. Alex had told me that a real cuckold relationship had to be built on trust. "Be honest with him." He had told me. "The cuckold has to feel that the relationship with his wife is secure and that no matter how much she enjoys herself with another man, the husband is central to her life." When I told Mark about Alex's visit to the house I sensed his tension and edginess but he remained erect in my hand. "And he is staying here in the hotel?" He asked me. "Yes." I told him. "In the room opposite." He was trembling for a few moments and then stood back up to continue to shave me. "If you want to pull out just say so." I told him. "I won't do anything without your agreement." I assured him. Mark said very little as he finished me off and then showered. He watched me dress as he dressed himself and then when I asked him if I should ask Alex to come to our room he said "Okay." Mark: Meeting the man your wife wants to sleep with was not something that I had ever given much thought to. Yes, all sorts of scenarios go through your mind when you fantasise about your wife fucking another man but not this. That first time when all that you have fantasised about suddenly hits you in the face is very sobering. Despite all that had gone on I still thought, or perhaps hoped, that it was all fantasy play. I was still somehow expecting Jane to suddenly break into a smile and tell me that it was all a joke; even when she picked up the hotel phone and dialled a number; even though she spoke into the receiver I still expected it all to be a joke. But when the knock came to the door and Jane stepped forward to open it I knew that it was all real. This was no joke; this was no fantasy play. Jane had found another man to fuck her and he was standing right in front of me with outstretched hand. "I'm Alex." He said. What was I supposed to do? Hit him? Run? I reached for his hand "Mark." I told him. His grip was firm and warm. He then turned to Jane and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "You look stunning." He told her. Jane seemed edgy. "Shall we go to the bar for a drink first?" She said. I reached for my jacket. It was a good idea. I was desperate for a drink. I reached for Jane's hand and led her out of the room. Perhaps I was subconsciously making a statement in taking her by the hand. Whatever their relationship was I was still her husband. Jane: I heaved a sigh of relief as we all stepped out into the hotel corridor. Mark was quiet, very quiet as he squeezed my hand but at least he was still with it. Alex moved up close behind us and gave me a sly pat on the bottom as we neared the lift. I felt good; felt sexy; felt very horny and felt excitedly filthy. Why shouldn't I? I was holding my husband's hand and my lover was patting my bottom. What more could a girl wish for? I knew that the hardest part was still to come. We may have overcome the first stage with Mark but we still had to get into bed. Alex and I had already planned that he would do most of the talking over dinner. He told me that it was best if we did not have any overt displays of affection but take things slowly. "Those things would come later." He told me. "I always like the cuckold relaxed with the acceptance of the situation first before thrusting things in his face." I agreed with him but as we rode in the life down to the bar I did reach for his hand and held it for a few moments. It was hard holding back. Mark noticed but I gave his hand a squeeze of reassurance; I wanted him to know that even though I ached for Alex's cock he was still my man. Mark: It is hard to put down in words how I felt as we all left the room. I felt a dread in the pit of my stomach; I felt wave after wave of jealousy and yet I felt so incredibly horny. My erection was so bad that I felt embarrassed with it. Seeing them holding hands made it even worse; the sudden realisation that your wife wants another man hits hard and it hurts, believe me. Yet seeing their flesh touch in such an innocent but intimate way aroused me even more. Sitting down at a table in a quiet corner with them was nerve wracking; what should I say? What should I talk about? Jane started to talk about the hotel saying that it was the first time she had seen inside it since the renovation and then left us to go the ladies room. "How's it going Mark?" Alex asked. I opened my mouth to speak. "I know the first time is not easy." He cut in. "You have been there then?" I told him. "Not from the position you are in, no." He replied. "But I have been in this position with many like you." "You have f.................. a lot of married women?" I asked him. "Yes." He replied. I said nothing for a few moments. "And what usually happens then?" I asked. "Whatever you want to happen." He replied. "And if I don't want anything to happen?" He smiled. "I think we both know that it will happen. " He replied. "I will be ending up in bed with your wife tonight it's just a question of how the journey will proceed." "Journey?" I asked. "Yes Mark, journey." He responded. "The destination ends with me fucking your wife, it's just a case now of how we get there?" I said nothing. Alex seemed so self assured; so confident and so certain that he was going to be fucking my wife tonight. "Talking of which." He said. "Here comes the beautiful destination!" I looked up to see Jane approaching. Yes, she looked stunning. I had never seen her looking more beautiful and yet it was all for another man. Jane: It took a couple glasses of wine to settle me down and Mark as well. I was glad to see him becoming less tense. Alex on the other hand was as relaxed and cool as ever. He was also very bold and filthy at one point. I had to get passed him to go the ladies room at one point over dinner and as I stepped over him he quickly managed to get his hand under my dress. It was so quick that no one else noticed but his fingers pressed against my pussy through my panties. Afterwards he leaned over and quietly told me that I was quite damp. Mark and Alex seemed to get on, which was good. I already knew that Mark was a man's man as they say, but in the circumstances it was going exceptionally well. I knew that Mark was feeling insecure and a few times over dinner I gave his hand a squeeze to reassure him. Alex did try to touch my hand at one stage but I pulled away. I didn't want to flaunt things in front of Mark. As the restaurant started to empty and the drinks flowed Alex suddenly asked quietly "So where do we go from here then?" I said nothing but looked at Mark. "W.....what had you both planned?" He asked. I started to speak but Alex interrupted. "Well we were thinking that you and I change rooms for the night." Mark said nothing for a few moments. "I....I....I was hoping to be in the same room." He said. "Personally Mark I would like nothing better but I think Jane would prefer to be away from you." He said. "A wife can be quite inhibited at first with her husband looking on and it would be unfair on Jane if she wasn't enjoying it as much as she could. Also Mark we don't know how you will respond. I think it better if you are not around the first few times." Mark: "First few times!" He had said. He had said the words 'first few times'. They were planning more than just this one night. I suddenly realised how naive I was; how stupid I had been. In my fantasy it was always a one off; a onetime sexual adventure but no, that was stupid thinking. Of course once a couple does it once and it goes well they would both want more. He would certainly want more and so would Jane. She had already told me that he had a big one; she had held it in her hand; had it fill her mouth; she had masturbated and sucked him into a climax. Jane had yet to tell me outright that she wanted to feel his cock inside her but I didn't need to hear her actual words to know it. Alex had already tasted her as well. I knew exactly what it was like between her thighs working your tongue inside and around her pussy. I knew the fragrance of her; I knew the feeling of her wetness on your cheeks; I knew the sounds of her cries of pleasure. I was only surprised that Alex had left it at that. Me? I would have fucked her there and then. I would have had taken her on her on floor; on her knees from behind. No way would I have let her off with just an oral climax. I would have fucked her hard and planted my seed deep inside her womb. I didn't argue the point anymore. When Jane suggested we go back to the room I stood up with them and followed on behind. I had to turn quickly to adjust myself because my erection was uncontrollable and by the time I caught up with them they were walking together; side by side; hand in hand. She may have been my woman coming in but she was most definitely his leaving! When we reached the room Alex took his room key card from his pocket and handed it to me. For a moment I just stood there looking at his outstretched hand. I knew that once I took it that was it. I would be handing my wife over to him for the night; there would be no turning back. I looked at Jane for a moment as she stood next to him, her hand in his. She said nothing. What was there to say anyway? She was already making her statement! I took the card from his hand and turned towards the door. "Would you give me a hand please Mark?" Alex said. I turned to see him standing behind Jane with his hands fumbling at the zip of her dress. "Can't seem to unhook this." He said. Like I fool I moved to him and watched him momentarily trying to unhook the catch above the zipper on her dress before taking over. There was nothing wrong with it; it came undone without any problem. It suddenly dawned on me that he wanted me to take her dress off for him. He was humiliating me. I should have been offended but I wasn't; far from it. I just felt a surge of sexual excitement undressing my wife for another man. When the dress hit the floor Jane stepped out of it and I bent down and picked it up before hanging it up for her. When I turned around they were kissing and I knew that it was time to leave them to it but as I heading for the door again Alex called me back. "Can you take off Jane's panties for me please Mark?" It was a further act of degrading humiliation that I should have baulked at but I did as he said. I knelt in front of her and slid her panties down over her hips and down to her ankles. I felt their wetness as I untangled them from her feet. For a few fleeting moments I looked up at her pussy and realised that it was no longer solely my domain. As I stood up Jane pulled me to her and kissed me. "I really appreciate what you are doing Mark." She told me. "I do love you." Her words rang through my ears as I left the room. The Cuckold Journal of Jane & Mark Ch. 03 Jane: Our first coupling was over quite quickly; too quickly some might think. As the door closed behind Mark we were already tearing at Alex's clothes. Our hands got tangled up on his belt buckle as we both feverishly tried to undo it. Alex pulled away and left me too it while he stripped off his jacket and shirt. I was already naked, well naked enough for sex. I wore just my Basque and stockings; my panties lying on the floor where Mark had dropped them. Some might have thought that after untangling Alex's trousers and boxers from around his feet I should spent some time enjoying his manhood. I did glance up at it momentarily; it was stretched to its limit; veins bulging from its tautness. I did take it in my hand for a few moments and ran the tip of my tongue across its tip to clean it of its precum but that was all the foreplay I gave him. Some might also have thought that he would have guided me back on to the bed and spent some time giving me oral foreplay but what was the point. I was as wet as I was ever going to be. We stood together kissing for a moments; Alex's cock pressing into my stomach. I reached down for it and pushed it downwards to my pussy. "Fuck me please Alex." I said. A grunt of pleasure escaped his lips before he guided me backwards to the edge of the bed. As I fell back he reached under my thighs with his arms and lifted them upwards. I reached down with my hand and took hold of his cock and guided it to my pussy lips. Our lips met again as he gave a gentle thrust and it became my turn to grunt as its full length slipped inside me. It was fast; it was furious; and it was satisfying. What I loved the most was the way he talked as we fucked. Mark was a quiet fucker, if you get my meaning. Unless he was talking fantasy, words rarely escaped his lips as he fucked me but Alex was different. He kept telling me how good my cunt felt; how tight it felt around his cock; how wet I was. He also kept telling me that he was going to make my pussy his; told me that he was going to own it. I responded by telling him that it was to take anytime time he wanted. I told him how good his cock felt; told him how much bigger and better it felt than Mark's cock. I told him how satisfying he was. Afterwards we climbed under the bed covers and held each tightly; kissing and touching; fondling and exploring, arousing and refreshing each other with words and fingers. When he started to stiffen again in my hand I moved down the bed and took him in my mouth. By the time I had cleaned both our juices from his cock he was hard and ready again. This time when I climbed on top of him it was to start a long and very satisfying fuck. Mark: How can you explain how it feels to be lying alone in a bed in a hotel room while your wife lies in a bed in a room across the hallway with another man? I felt lost; hurt; jealous and yet I felt so horny. I climbed into Alex's bed naked, feeling all those emotions and yet I had an uncontrollable erection. I began to stroke myself slowly thinking about what they were doing. I didn't need to wonder very hard about what Alex would be doing; he's a man. He would be at her pussy; fucking it; pounding it; screwing it, enjoying it. Enjoying her shaved, tight pussy; enjoying MY wife's shaved, tight pussy! While he had the pleasure of satisfying himself with a nice wet pussy I was satisfying myself with a hand, my hand! I masturbated four times that night, a feat I had never accomplished before. It might have said a lot about the state of my sexual excitement; it might have spoke volumes about the pleasure I was getting from another man fucking my wife but underneath the surface was also pain and anguish. To say my sleep was fitful was an understatement. I would fall asleep for a while after each bout of self pleasure but then I would wake up feeling jealous and insecure. What were they doing I would wonder? Were they kissing and cuddling? Whispering endearments to one another? Declaring undying love for each other? Or were they fucking? Was Alex taking full advantage of my absence and generosity by fucking Jane every which way he could? It was that last thought that kept me sane; that last thought that kept me pumping my manhood every time I awoke. The final time I awoke was to the sound of the telephone ringing. It was 8am and it was Alex. "Sleep well?" He asked after I picked up the receiver. "Not really." I replied. "First time is always the worst." He responded. I said nothing. "When you come over can you bring my bag with you? It's by the side of the bed." He told me. I knew that already. "Shall I come now?" I asked him. "Give it fifteen minutes." He told me. "I want to fuck your wife one more time." As I put down the receiver I glanced down and noticed that I was hard again. Once again the thought of Alex fucking my wife was exciting me. Jane: I was sore next morning when I awoke; sore but satisfied. I was sore from Alex's fucking; sore from his long, hard pussy poundings. The first fuck might have been quick but the subsequent ones were not, far from it. He took his time with each one of them. I knew that he had set out to impress me; I knew he wanted me and was determined to show off his prowess as well as his abilities. I did not complain though; why should I? I had never had a man take control of my pussy before. I had known a few take their time with it but never one who had made it his own. I watched him each time we fucked; looked at him every time he got his cock inside me; studied him as he gazed down and watched his cock going in and out of me. I also noticed the way he would constantly change positions; change the angles of his thrusts; change his attack. Yes it was an attack; an assault; a forced penetration for his pleasure. Even though he made it very pleasurable for me I knew that his intent was his own pleasure. As I say, I was very sore next morning but also very satisfied. I heard him tell Mark that he wanted to fuck me one more time and watched him as he walked back to the bed with his enormous erection pointing in my direction. I was still sore but I gladly lay back and spread my legs wide for him to allow his manhood full and uninhibited access to my pussy. Or should I say his cunt because that was exactly what he said when he had woke me an hour or so beforehand. "I want some more of my cunt." He had said. Who was I to argue with that? Mark: I was outside their hotel room door fifteen minutes later but I had to back go back to my room. As I raised my hand to knock on the door I could hear Jane's cries of pleasure; I could hear her cumming. Alex was still fucking her. I heard the sound of the catch from a nearby room door and so I quickly turned and went back to my room. I just managed to get in as they came out of the room. As I heaved a sigh of relief I suddenly realised that if I could hear her cries of ecstasy so could others and I wondered who else had heard them. I waited another ten minutes and then tried again. This time there was no noise and my knock on the door brought Alex to it. He was naked and I couldn't help but notice his still erect and glistening cock. Jane was in bed with the duvet pulled it over her breasts. For a few moments we just looked at each other. What was there to say that was logical? Alex went into the bathroom, telling us that he was going to take a shower, so it gave us some privacy. Jane patted the bed beside her and I went and sat down. "How did it go?" I asked her as her hand alighted on my thigh. "Okay." She replied. "Just okay?" I asked. "It was very good actually." She responded looking guiltily at me. The question on my lips was "Was he better than me?" but I said nothing. I knew the answer already. I leant over and kissed her and she responded by putting her arm around me and telling me that she loved me. It made me feel a lot better. "Thank you for letting Alex fuck me." She said There was something else I wanted to do as well. I had seen pictures of it and I seen it on video but I wanted to see for real. I reached for the duvet covering her breasts and gave it a tug. Jane was holding it close around her but as I tugged she lifted her hand away. It was almost as if she knew what I wanted to do. She was naked: her Basque and stockings had long since gone. As I pulled it down all the way to her feet she opened her legs. The bed was already wet beneath her; her thighs were also wet and sticky and slowly oozing from her pussy lips was a thick white creamy liquid. It was cum. Alex's cum. For a moment I just stared at it; swollen red pussy lips with a creamy substance seeping from them. Suddenly I found myself lowering my head. I had seen it done on video and I had seen pictures as well; I had seen other males enjoy the phenomena knows as creampie; now it was my turn to enjoy the pleasure for myself. Jane opened her thighs wider and held my head tightly against her as I began to feast on her. What should have been something abhorrent to even contemplate, I was enjoying; enjoying another man's cum inside my wife's pussy. Jane began to moan softly and stroke my hair as I aroused her with my feasting tongue. I had not noticed Alex come from the bathroom but when I saw her leg being raised into the air I looked up to see him kneeling on the bed holding it up for me. "That's it Mark clean Jane's pussy for her." He said. Jane gave a groan and I could feel an uncomfortable erection in my pants. "It was a real pleasure fucking her do you know that Mark? A real pleasure!" He said. I found myself groaning as well. Jane was cumming and her own release seemed to be bringing more of Alex's cum with it. "You are going to be doing that on a regular basis Mark don't you worry!" I glanced up him momentarily. He was now leaning over and kissing Jane and she was holding his erection with her free hand. Suddenly her hips started to buck and writhe; she started to scream and her nails dug into my scalp. A few moments later a surge of wetness flooded against my cheeks. I had made her cum. Jane: For me that was perhaps the defining moment of my first cuckolding of Mark. When he came into the room I was afraid again; afraid of his reaction, just like I had been when I had told him the day before about Alex. Once again Alex's experience as a 'Bull' had come to the fore. Allowing the newly cuckolded husband a few minutes of privacy with his wife was an essential part of the process. I already knew a little about cuckolds and creampies and Alex and I had discussed getting Mark eat one from me. I never realised that it would be so easy. I also never realised just how pleasurable it would be either. That final orgasm with Mark eating my lover's cum from me while my lover and I kissed as I held his erection was for me, the icing on the cake. I felt the most complete woman on the planet having a husband and a lover together in that way. Mark: Jane suggested we get showered as I got off the bed. She was hungry and wanted breakfast. Those few moments in the shower together were priceless. At last I had my wife to myself; naked, close and all to myself. I was still erect but I was also sore from all my masturbating. I touched Jane; touched her pussy lips with my fingers but she pulled back. "I am quite sore." She told me. I found myself apologising to her. Absurd I know; a husband apologising for touching his wife's pussy because it was sore from her lover's fucking! Back in the bedroom a few minutes later Alex was sat in the chair he was changed and dressed. Jane stood close to him drying herself. Another absurdity; your wife standing naked in a bedroom with another male present. Alex reached for the towel and suddenly started to dry her bottom. I felt my knees weaken. Alex glanced up at me and then looked at her bottom again. "Your wife has a fantastic bottom Mark." He said. "Best I have seen in ages....well at least the last twenty four hours!" He laughed. Jane gave him a playful slap on the head. "Oi!" She told him. "Seriously." He said as he continued to dry her. "It is a beauty." Watching their playful intimacy hurt but there was worse to come. Alex glanced up at me and asked me how it felt to be a cuckold, staring at my erect cock as he spoke. I felt intimidated. "I'm not sure yet." I told him nervously. Alex looked at me again. "Cuckolding experts say that a Cuckoldress and her lover should set out to quickly establish their relationship." He said. "You know, meet often and regularly. Get to know each other. It also helps in the process of getting the cuckold to accept the relationship between his wife and her lover." I said nothing. There was a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. I knew what was coming next. "So you are okay with me and Jane seeing a lot of each other over the next while?" He asked. "What do you mean by a lot?" I asked him. Jane's hand was on his shoulder and she was looking down at him. "Well we were planning a couple of mornings together next week." He said. "You won't mind giving her the time off work will you?" I was aghast. "And we need at least one whole night together at the weekends." He said. "It will be at your house, in your bed, of course!" It was like a punch in the stomach and yet my cock was straining. Suddenly Alex's hand moved to Jane's groin and he began to stroke her pussy. "They also say that while the relationship is being cemented it is best if the husband does not have sex with his wife." He said. "No sex?" I blurted out. "No penetrative sex that is Mark." Jane suddenly said as she looked up at me with her arm now around Alex. "I will still take care of your needs but it will only be orally or by hand." I was completely stunned. Jane came over to me and kissed me as she took my cock in her hand. "I am sorry Mark but for the next while I just want it to be Alex's cock that enters my pussy." It hurt. Mentally, it was a like a kick in the balls yet I was really horny, so horny that my cock was beginning to leak precum. Jane noticed it and pounced. Dropping to her knees to ran her tongue over the tip and reached for the towel that hung limply in my hand. With the towel now in her hand she began to masturbate me. "You don't mind it just being Alex's cock inside me do you?" She said softly. All I could do was groan. "It is such a beautiful, thick cock." She said. "It really fills and satisfies me." I groaned again. "Tell him." Jane told me. "Tell him that it is his cunt from now on." She said, stroking harder and faster. I just groaned. "I want to hear you say it darling." She told me. "Tell him that my cunt belongs to him from now on." I just managed to get out the words "Her cunt belongs to you now." Before I came. Jane: I had no idea where all that came from. No idea what made me say it or even think it. Maybe it was just seeing him standing there weak and helpless as Alex humiliated him. Maybe it was sensing his submissive vulnerability that brought out my dominating side, but making him say those words while I masturbated him in front of my lover made me feel quite wet. It also had an effect on Alex as well; his slacks displayed a huge bulge. I found myself getting up and reaching for him. With my hand on Alex's bulge I told Mark to get dressed quickly and go and order breakfast for us. "We would be down as soon as I had taken care of this." I told him as I squeezed Alex's cock. Mark was stunned but still quickly dressed and left us. Alex smiled and told me that I was learning fast as I unbuckled the belt of his slacks. I just smiled back at him as I climbed on top of him on the bed. I was still a little sore; still a little tender from all his poundings but I didn't care. I wanted his cock; my lover's cock; my new found joy, inside me once again. Ten minutes later with one hunger satisfied we headed down to breakfast. Hand in hand we walked into the dining room together. I didn't care if there was anyone there that knew me; didn't even care what anyone else thought. I was a satisfied and happy woman enjoying my new found freedom as a Cuckoldress. The Cuckold Journal of Jane & Mark Ch. 04 Mark: The house Jane and I owned had been our home since we first married so going back to it after breakfast that morning was somewhat strange. We had left it the day before as a normal married couple but we were not the same people coming back to it. That bond of fidelity that unites a married couple was now broken, admittedly by mutual consent, but broken all the same. Jane and I were two different people now; we had both changed. Whether for the better or not was still to be seen. That night as Jane slipped on a short nightdress and slipped into bed beside me I reached over to cuddle her. My hand automatically slipped under the short hem to feel her nakedness underneath. I touched her breasts first and then brought my hand down to between her legs; Jane responded by gripping my erection. "That's Alex's property you are touching Mark." She said softly. Her tone made it sound like a rebuke and it brought my rubbing of her naked pussy lips to a halt. "Thank you." She told me. "Now please take your hand away!" I moved it away. "That's better." She said with a smile. "You have to realise that my pussy belongs to Alex and you should respect that. I can't stop you looking at it because you will see me naked around you but I expect you to be respectful and not touch me, okay?" She chastised. Somehow the rebuke excited me. "How long do I have to wait?" I asked her. "That's down to Alex." She told me. "It is his property and he will say when you can touch it again. But I do know that if and when he does let you he will expect you to wear a condom." "Wear a condom, why?" She kissed me. "Because in a cuckold relationship only the Alpha male should be allowed to cum unrestricted inside the wife. You are not the Alpha male." Her words were so exciting that i was not only hard but also wet with precum. Jane rubbed the tip of her finger over my cock. "If you hadn't have been so disrespectful I would have taken care of you." She told me. "Please?" I begged. Jane shook her head. "Maybe tomorrow if you make amends now?" "Amends?" I asked her. "Yes, amends!" She said. "You can touch my pussy but with your tongue and only with your tongue." Moments later I was between her thighs still tasting the Alex's remnants from their hotel coupling. Jane: Alex had told me that most women did not realise the power they had over their men; didn't understand the sexual power they held. I was beginning to see it for myself now. Mark had a weakness; a weakness for wanting his wife to fuck other men. Most women would turn away either in disgust or with a feeling of rejection. Why? It was neither rejection nor anything to be disgusted about in fact it was something to welcome. Yes, I had been one to be surprised with his revelation and I had to admit that I had been slow off the mark as well but after my night with Alex everything changed. I had enjoyed the time of my life; had the best sex that I had ever experienced and I had a husband who was so excited with it all that I had carte blanche to fuck who I wanted and when I wanted. What fool would throw all that away? So, I had Alex; a man who even just thinking about made my knickers feel loose at the waist and I had a husband who would take down my knickers for any man I told him too. Mark: Tuesday morning soon came round. For me the day started with mixed emotions. I was sexually charged yet I also felt insecure and jealous. I took the girls to school and then came back to the house. Jane asked me to change the sheets on the bed while she bathed and then called me into the bathroom to shave her pussy. There was little stubble anyway but she made the point that she wanted it as smooth as possible for Alex. It was only the second time I had touched her since Saturday night; the first time being when she made me give her oral sex. I had seen it many times though. Jane had suddenly taken to going round the bedroom naked from the waist down for longer periods than usual. I knew that it was just to tease me; just to taunt me with what now belonged to Alex. As I picked up the razor Jane warned me about any inappropriate touching. The day before Jane had asked me to buy her a nightie and panty set. She had seen one she liked in a shop and had it put by for her to come back and pay for it later. She did go back to the shop for it but took me with her to pay for it. "I will be wearing it for Alex." She made a point of saying. Alex arrived at ten o'clock and while I let him in Jane waited in the kitchen for him wearing her new white nightie set. Alex's eyes nearly pooped out of his head when he saw her. I watched them kiss; watched him grip her bottom tightly with both hands pulled her against him. I also watched her reaching down and fondling his groin. They broke off a few minutes later and Alex turned to me and said "You had better go now Mark, I need to fuck your wife." I turned to leave just as his hand slipped down the front of her panties. Jane: Just like our first meeting, our first fuck was fast and furious. It was also in the kitchen. It was my fault, I was impatient. I had Alex's cock in my hand even before the front door closed behind Mark. I kept telling him that I wanted his cock. He guided me backwards to the kitchen table, dropped his trousers and pulled my panties to one side. Seconds later he was deep inside me. It was all over in five minutes but it was only a starter. I took him upstairs and into my bed. It was longer and more passionate this time and I came harder than even in the hotel room. This was not just any ordinary bed it was the marital bed. The bed that I had been faithfully sleeping in with my husband for all those years. I was with another man now; it seemed that I was being unfaithful in the marital bed and I just kept cumming and cumming. Afterwards we lay there talking and sharing intimacies for a while and then we fucked again. Long, slow and passionate that had me screaming with my final climax. It was then time for some lunch; we had both worked up an appetite. I automatically reached for my knickers to put them one but Alex took them from my hand. "I prefer you not to wear knickers when you are around me." He told me. "Makes it easier to get at you!" He added. I didn't put up a fight. Nothing gave me more pleasure than being around a man like Alex ready and available for his pleasure. It worked as well, lunch was quickly over with and he had me back upstairs on the marital bed soon afterwards, on my knees and elbows being fucked mercilessly from behind. Afterwards we lay there again kissing, caressing and talking. We started talking about children; my children because I would have to go soon and collect them from school but Alex suggested that we get Mark to pick them up to give us some more time together. Ringing Mark to tell him was quite exciting. Lying there naked with another man talking to my husband gave me quite a thrill. But what gave me an even greater thrill was when Alex asked me if I intended having another baby. It had been talked about. We had two girls eight and six and both of us wanted a boy at some stage. Alex lay there propped up on his elbow stroking my pussy as we spoke and his hand rose up and gently tapped my tummy. "It would give me a lot of pleasure getting you pregnant." He said. I felt a surge of sexual excitement run through me. The idea was sexually stimulating but it was a big step to take especially as I hardly knew him. "Maybe if you are still fucking me in six months time I might seriously consider it." I told him as I reached for hard cock. Alex rolled me on my back and I opened my legs wide for him. His hands reached under my bottom as he rammed his cock inside me and pulled me tightly into him. "Three months." He told me. "Three months and you are the off the pill." He said. I was already cumming even before he got into his stride. Mark: It was hard concentrating at work. It was hard leaving the both of them alone in the house together. The marital home was my domain or at least it was supposed to be. Knowing Alex he would be fucking her in as many rooms as he could. I had half expected him to fuck her in the kitchen so it came as no surprise to read about it in Jane's portion of the journal we had agreed to keep. I would have done the same in his position. Seeing her dressed the way she was I would have had her knickers off very quickly. Reading about his impatience and his settling for pulling her panties over her crotch had me leaking cum. It was reading about their baby talk that really got me excited though. Did I want her to get pregnant by another man? Of course not. That was my domain as well. But the excitement was in the being told that she would seriously consider it as the relationship with Alex grew. "I will seriously consider it." Jane had firmly told me. But the real excitement of that day happened just after I arrived home with the children. Alex was still there but in the bedroom. Jane was in the kitchen in her dressing gown and she had prepared tea for the girls. She fed them and then put them in the garden to play while we went upstairs. The bedroom overlooked the back garden so we could keep an eye on them. Alex stripped Jane of her dressing gown and told me that he wanted me to clean her up but first he wanted me to put on her panties, the ones she had worn earlier. I did feel quite embarrassed undressing and putting them on but the biggest embarrassment was the fact that I had an uncontrollable erection that barely contained itself in them. Even so, I lay on the bed as ordered and Jane mounted me. With her body facing downwards she squatted over my face and rubbed her wet pussy against me. It didn't take long for Alex's cum to start flowing from her. Now and again Jane would touch my erection through the panties and a couple of times she almost made me cum. All the time that this was going one Alex sat naked in a chair watching. When Jane reached her climax she climbed off and stood next to them. I noticed that Alex's belt was in his hand; folded double and gripped by his large fist. "Jane tells me that you have been trying to touch her pussy in bed." He said as he stood up. "Yes." I told him nervously. Alex reached out and stroked her pussy with his fingers. "This is my pussy Mark." He said. "You gave it to me didn't you?" I nodded. "I don't like you touching you it Alex; don't like you touching my property at all." He said sternly. "Sorry." I found myself saying as he approached me. "Bend over!" He ordered. "Bend over?" I asked. "Yes bend over!" "Do as you are told Mark." Jane said as she walked over to me. I suddenly found myself leaning over the bed. Jane moved behind me and pulled down the panties I was wearing. "The only time you are allowed to touch it is either to shave it for me, clean it for me or give Jane oral relief. Do you understand?" "Yes." I replied. I turned to see the belt coming down but it was too late to avoid it. I yelled out as it struck the cheeks of my bottom. I automatically stood up and put my hands behind me. "Bend over again Mark." Jane said. I found myself bending over the bed again. "One more please Alex." She told him. I cried out again. This time as I stood up I noticed that my cock was dribbling with precum. Jane took my hand and guided it to my cock. "You can relieve yourself Mark." I looked at her in disbelief for a few moments and as Alex stretched out the belt I found myself masturbating before them. Jane stood next to me as I stroked myself urging me on, telling me how good the sex had been with Alex. I came quickly and minutes later cleaned myself up and dressed. "I'll be downstairs after Alex has fucked me." Jane said as she guided me out of the bedroom. Jane: Watching Alex hit Mark with the belt was exciting. They were not very hard slaps, although they did leave red marks, but it was seeing Alex's domination and Mark's submission that did it for me. Having him bend over to be punished by my lover for touching me inappropriately really made me wet. But what made me wetter was the thought of Alex hitting me like that. I enjoyed the fact that Mark was sexually submissive to me but it was the opposite way round with Alex. When Mark left the bedroom to tend to the girls I picked up the belt and playfully said to Alex "I had better watch myself with you hey!" I teased. "Better make sure I am always a good girl." Alex picked up quickly on it and took the belt from my hand. His cock was hard and glistening around the tip. "Yes you had better be a good girl or else." I smiled at him. "It is probably my fault as much as Mark's," I told him. "I have been walking around a lot with no knickers on." "Well that could be classed as teasing him." He replied. "Maybe you deserve a slap too." He added as he doubled the belt up. "Shall I bend over?" I could see from the look on his face that it excited him and I swore that his cock twitched. I walked to the bottom of the bed and bent over as I held on to the frame. Alex duly obliged me with two swift and sharp lashes. It stung; it hurt but it brought wetness between my thighs. Then Alex obliged me again when he dropped the belt and took me as I remained bent over the end of the bed. Our day's foray ended it as it had begun with a hard, fast, furious fuck. The Cuckold Journal of Jane & Mark Ch. 05 I don't like Non Human stories. Aliens; ghosts; androids etc. just do nothing for me. I don't like them and so I don't read them. I know that some people do like them and enjoy them; that is their freedom of choice. I respect their views and their choices and in doing so I do not go to these stories and post derogatory or hateful messages. I write Cuckold stories. If you do not like them then do not read them and please don't let other readers know how silly and narrow minded you are by posting derogatory and stupid comments. * Mark: Alex didn't make it on Thursday; work commitments meant that he had to cancel. He called Jane on Wednesday evening and told her. I thought that she would be disappointed but she told me that she was a little tired anyway, adding that she had had more orgasms this week than she had normally got in a whole month. He was still coming over on Saturday though and staying the night with her so it was no big deal. When he called her she went up the bedroom with her phone so at the time I couldn't hear what they spoke about but she did spend over half an hour on the phone with him. Later I would read from her journal later exactly what they had discussed but I knew that they had been talking about me because the following day Jane and I had sex. I had not expected it. I had resigned myself to waiting at least a month so when Jane told me next morning to get some condoms from the chemist it came as quite a shock. When the girls had gone down for the night Jane and I went to our bedroom and she asked me to undress and lie on the bed. I lay there excited and ready and watched as Jane slipped her hands under her short skirt and took down her white panties. As she sat down on the edge of the bed beside me she took a condom packet out of the box and held it in her hand. "Would you like me to unwrap it?" She asked. I nodded. Of course I did but I had a strange feeling that it was going to come at a price. "Alex is pleased with the way that you coming along and has said it is okay if I let you use HIS pussy for just this once." She said waiving the packet in her fingers. With her free hand she reached for my erection and ran a finger up its shaft and over its tip. It made she tremble with excitement. "Are you pleased with your journey as a cuckold so far?" She asked me. I nodded. "Very." I told her. "I am not sure yet." She said. "I think we need to take this much further before any real assessment can be made" "Further?" I asked. "Further." She repeated. "Much further." She added. "How?" I asked her. "Well you see Alex was someone that I found; someone who you had never met before. I think that you need to prove yourself by finding someone to fuck me as well. Someone who knows you and knows you well!" She said as she rubbed a finger over the tip of my cock. "Someone I know?" I asked her. Jane nodded as she wrapped her whole hand around my cock. "Someone you know very well." She added. "I.......I......I just can't go up to someone I know and ask them to fuck you." I told her. "Oh no you don't have to ask them." She replied. "You just have to give me a name and I will do the rest. But it has to be someone fuckable and someone who's carnal knowledge of me would be very humiliating for you." I was stunned. I was horrified in one sense as well but Jane had hold of my cock and she held a condom in her hand. She was also sat on the bed in such a way that I could see right up her skirt. I could see her pussy; I could see her open cunt lips; her pink, wet, open cunt lips. I could see.........I could see nothing but lust. "I.....I.....I'm not sure who to name." I found myself telling her. She suddenly lifted her hand from my cock to tear the condom packet open. "That's okay." She replied. "You can give me a name later." She said as she took the condom out of its wrapper. For the first time in almost twelve years she rolled a condom down the shaft of my cock. Reaching over to kiss me she straddled me and positioned herself above my erection before reaching down with her hand and guiding it to her cunt lips. "You are going to enjoy me fucking someone who knows you aren't you?" She said as she sank down. I didn't last long. I was pathetic I know, lasting less than two minutes. It felt strange as well not feeling my cum spurting inside. It filled the small teat of the condom but after that it was just blockage. Jane did not cum but I did make up for it with my tongue right afterwards. Jane took the condom off my cock and after rolling on her back poured the contents over her pussy and told me to lick her clean. That was a first for me, licking my own cum from her and I had to admit that Alex's tasted much better. Jane: When Alex called and told me his news he asked me take the phone to the bedroom so that we could speak privately. I lay back on the bad with the phone to my ear listening to him speak. It was his suggestion that I fuck someone that Mark knew. Although I was quite happy to have a cuckold relationship with just him he reminded me that he was training me to be a Cuckoldress. I would always have more than one lover. Alex told me that fucking someone close to the cuckold not only increases his humiliation but also increases his entrapment into the cuckold lifestyle. I had some ideas of my own who I would like to fuck that knew both of us. There were friends and work colleagues, even family but leaving Mark to make the choice or rather make suggestions, increased the excitement. I was surprised when Alex told me it was time to let Mark fuck me as well but it proved the right thing to do. Alex said that once a cuckold gets started in the lifestyle they find it difficult to maintain any longetivity when having sex. They get so excited knowing that another man has had his cock inside his wife that they cum very quickly. The fact that the cuckold can no longer satisfy his wife serves to drive her to seek lover(s) as well as making the cuckold amenable to her having extra marital sex. It becomes ingrained in the cuckold's mind that he is incapable of sexually satisfying his wife and that she has no option but to seek out other males to satisfy her. We spoke a little about the coming Saturday night and then Alex asked me to describe what I was wearing. I told him that I had on a top with no bra, a denim skirt and a pair of knickers. "What colour?" He asked. "White." I told him. "I want you to touch yourself." He told me. "Play with your nipples first." I did. Touching them through the material of my top I soon found them erect and jutting out. Alex then asked me to start touching myself through my knickers. While I stroked my clitty Alex spoke softly to me telling me about some of the future plans he had for me. When he told me about a couple of friends of his that he would like to share me with I got really excited; I had often fantasised about having a couple of guys at the same time. I finally brought myself off when he told me that he would organise a gang bang for me and get me down to stay with him for a weekend. The thought of having a group of guys using me for their pleasure for a whole weekend gave my one hell of an orgasm. Mark: Alex arrived on Saturday afternoon. Jane wore a dress for him with nothing on underneath except for a pair of black stockings and a suspender belt. The plan was that he and Jane would spend the night in the spare room. The girl's bedroom was right next to our bedroom and Jane was worried that they might wake up if she got too noisy having sex. The spare bedroom was at the end of the hallway and the sounds from their noisy lovemaking would not carry. Unfortunately, it also meant that I wouldn't be able to hear either. They did intend to fuck in the marital bed though. Jane had told me that once he arrived I should take the girls into town for a couple of hours so that they could be alone together. As was becoming customary now, I shaved her pussy for him after she had bathed. Afterwards she stood in front of me drying herself as I sat on the edge of bed. My eyes were transfixed on her mound. "I hope you are not thinking of touching Alex's property!" She said. I knew that she was teasing me. "Perhaps you want to touch me so that you will get spanked again." I said nothing. Jane took a step closer. "You know you want to don't you?" She teased. "You would like him to spank you again wouldn't you?" I looked up at her. She knew me so well but I kept my hands firmly at my side. "Have you decided who you want me to fuck yet?" She asked. I had completely forgotten about our conversation on the matter. I shook my head. "No." I told her. "Shall I make the choice for you?" She asked. "Who would be your choice?" I found myself asking her, still fixated by her pussy. "Hmmm there are two or three I quite fancy fucking." She replied. "Maybe I will try them." "Who are they?" I asked her. "Best if I tell you afterwards." She told me. "Tell you after it has happened." I looked up at her again. I was getting to know her well too. She would probably do that; fuck all three of them and then tell me after the event. She might even fuck them and not even tell me their names just to make my cuckolding even more humiliating. I watched her put her stockings on and then helped her zip up her dress. Just before I turned to go though she lifted the hem of her dress above her waist. "Come on touch me Mark you know you want to!" I couldn't help myself. I reached out and started to fondle her pussy lips. "You are so going to get punished for that Mark!" She smiled. I turned away with my erection bulging in my trousers. Jane: We introduced Alex to the girls as one of Mark's business clients who would be staying overnight to discuss business with us. It satisfied their curiosity. As soon as Mark took them out Alex and I were kissing and his hands were busy under my dress. I was excited but I wanted more; I wanted something different than just wild sex. Maybe it was because the time of the month was approaching, I don't know. I told Alex that I wanted him to make love to me. "I don't want fucking I want making love to." He understood. He pulled his hands from under my skirt and continued with his kissing. It felt good to be just held and kissed. Yes, a woman likes to be fucked; taken; balled; humped; shagged or whatever else you want to call it but sometimes she likes to be romantically seduced. Led into sex; cajoled; teased and toyed with. We kissed a while in the kitchen and then I took him up to the bedroom. We lay on the bed for a while kissing and caressing. At first I kept my legs closed tightly. It was a bit like my early days of sexual exploration; keeping them tightly closed not letting a man's hand get between them; force would not part them, only tender kissing and caressing. It took Alex a while before I succumbed to his gentle caressing of my breasts, groin and thighs with his fingers, lips and tongue. When I finally gave in and raised my knees and opened my thighs wide for him he teased me further with his tongue and fingers inside my pussy. In the end I had to beg him for his cock. Afterwards I took him down the hallway to show him the bedroom we would be sleeping in, explaining the reason why we would we be sleeping there instead. "You should turn this into your boudoir." He suggested. "Make this your bedroom to have sex with your lovers." It was an interesting suggestion. "I thought you 'Bulls' preferred to fuck us wives in the marital bed?" I asked him. "We do yes but I was thinking of you; maybe you would like a place of privacy; a place that your husband is not allowed in; a place for you and your lover of the moment." I kissed him. "You know you are right!" I told him. "It would be nice just having my own bedroom. I would need to make it en-suite though." Alex looked around. "It's large enough. Get a builder in to look at it and give you some ideas." It was another good idea. I knew just the man too, Mick. He was a friend of Mark's with his own building business. He was also a womaniser; chasing anything in a skirt! "Two birds killed with one stone." I thought! Mark: Once the children were in bed I went out to get a Chinese takeaway for us all and we sat having dinner together and a few glasses of wine. Alex reminded us that it was this time last week when we first met and dined together. It seemed much longer; so much had happened in just a week. He asked me how I felt about it all now and whether I would not have allowed it all to happen if I could turn the clocks back. I told him that it would be a hard decision to make. Jane surprised me by saying that she would change things and that if she had known what it would be like she would have cuckolded me a long time ago. I asked her why. "It's just so nice having both a husband and a lover. I love the sexual freedom. I think women were never meant to be monogamous." She replied. Alex agreed. "Most women aren't anyway." He said. "How do you work that out?" I asked him. "Experience for starters." He replied. "You take a look at the amount of dating websites there are and then see how many of the adverts are from married females looking for no strings fun." "I've seen them too." Jane said. "You are one of the lucky ones Mark." He told me. "You know you are being cuckolded and can enjoy it your own way. Most married men out there are going home of an evening and have no idea that their wives have been fucked by someone else that day." I could see that he was probably right. "And how do you see things progressing from here Jane?" Alex asked her. "Hmmm." She smiled. "I am going to enjoy my new found freedom over the next few months with as many men as I can and then I would like to find one, maybe, two regular lovers. Perhaps make a baby with one of them as well." I was stunned by her bluntness. Alex reached across and kissed her. "I hope that I will be in the running for making a baby with you." He said. Jane openly reached for his groin and fondled him as she kissed him. "I think you are in with a good chance." She told him. I watched as Alex responded by slipping his hand under the hem of her dress. Her legs parted to allow him access. Watching them openly kissing and caressing aroused me. I suddenly became aware of just how far I had come in such a short space of time. I was also quickly to find that I was about to take another leap forward. Jane broke away and called me around the table. As I stood in front of her she began to rub my bulge. "Alex and I are going into the lounge to fuck cucky boy." She said. "Once we are finished you will be coming in to get your spanking from Alex for touching me and then you will clean me up. Do you understand?" "Yes." I replied softly. "And while Alex is fucking me I am going to try and persuade him to allow you to clean his cock as well." She told me. I gulped. "There is no need to ask Jane." He responded. "Cuck boy can suck my cock anytime you want him to." He added. I gulped again and then watched in horror as Jane told him to stand up and then began to unzip his trousers. The Cuckold Journal of Jane & Mark Ch. 06 Jane: It had always been something that I wanted to see; a man sucking another man's cock. I knew that Mark would be easy to persuade to do it. I knew that I had him in a position where I could do anything I wanted with him. I also guessed that Alex could be cajoled into it as well. One thing that I was also learning was that a Cuckoldress also has a lot of power over the 'Bull' as well. They want your pussy as well as wanting to control and humiliate the cuckold, both belong to you! I unzipped Alex's pants and took out his huge cock. I stroked him first, watching the reaction on his face and then took his manhood to my lips. Mark was looking down watching me; watching me kissing it; watching me lick it and watching me suck it. Pointing to the floor, I motioned him to get down on his knees and then put my hand to the back of his head. It was then just a simple case of pulling him forward; pulling his head to Alex's cock. As his lips touched the tip Mark closed his eyes and opened his mouth wide. I pulled until his mouth was completely full; pulled until he gagged and then stopped. "See how easy it is." I told him. "Now lick and suck him like a good cucky boy." Mark: Did I really want to suck Alex's cock? I don't know. I knew that I was enjoying being under Jane's control. I wanted to do anything that she asked me to do. That was the effect that being cuckolded was having on me. I was under her control; I was letting her fuck another man; not just letting but participating as well. Dressing her; shaving her; buying sexy clothes for her; letting another man take my place in my bed for her. I was doing things that no normal husband would do for his wife or allow her to do. Sucking Alex's cock was no biggy in that context. Jane reached down and began stroking my bulge as she urged me on. "Use your tongue." She said. "All over the tip of his cock, down his shaft and then around his balls." I just obeyed her as she rubbed me. "Is it nice?" She asked. I was gagging on it but I still nodded. "I would love to see him cum in your mouth but I want his cum inside me." She said. She kept me sucking him for a few minutes and then she pulled me away. I knew that she was taking him away for sex and I expected her to take him straight upstairs to the bedroom but she took into the lounge instead. I stood and watched them go in. I hadn't expected to be invited along as well but Jane came back out and waived me in. "Come on Cuck Boy." I went in and closed the door. "I've changed my mind." She said. "You can get your punishment now. Get your pants off." I quickly unbuckled my trousers and pulled them off along with my boxers. My cock was obviously erect but it was also very wet with pre-cum. Jane made me bend over the arm of the settee and put her arm around as Alex hit me. She told him four strokes and counted each one as it struck. They were hard; they hurt and I yelped with each one. "Now go and stand outside the door and wait until Alex has fucked me." She told me. I went to pick up my trousers and boxers but Jane told me to not only leave them but strip off my top as well. The extent of my humiliation and submission seemed almost total now. Ashamedly I stood completely naked outside the lounge door with my head bowed listening to Jane's cries and moans of pleasure as Alex fucked her. Jane: I was now finding new depths to my humiliation of Mark; depths that I never realised existed. Knowing that he was stood outside the door as Alex fucked me pushed me into orbit and what made it even more exciting was the fact that Alex was fucking me in Mark's armchair. I was naked; legs spread apart over the arms of his recliner chair with Alex ramming his huge cock into me. When we had finished I shouted for Mark to come back in. I hadn't moved from my position and I could see the look of shock on his face as he saw me lying there. I didn't need to tell him what to do next; he was already starting to kneel down between my legs but I decided to humiliate him even more first by making him clean Alex's cock before cleaning me up. I made him clean not just his cock but also his scrotum and when he finished I made him crawl over to me and get to work on my pussy. Mark completed his task with excellence. I knew that as a cuckold he deserved a reward and I allowed him to sit in his armchair while I masturbated him. I told him of my plans for the spare bedroom. It excited him. I also told him that he had to contact Mick first thing on Monday morning to get him to come round and give us a quote for the job. He looked at me as I told him. I could see the pain on his face mingled with the pleasure my hand was giving. "Please don't tell me you are going to fuck him?" He groaned. I smiled. "No Jane. Not him, please. Please don't fuck him, anyone but him." He cried out. I smiled again. "Nooooooooo." He cried out as his cum filled my hand. Mark: I sincerely didn't want Jane to fuck Mick. Yes, he was a friend in the sense that we knew each other and had known each other since teenagers but we had history as far as girls were concerned. He once dated a girl that I was going out with the time. It was never very serious on her part but I had quite a crush on her and was upset for a while when I learned that he had gone out with her. I asked him why he had gone with her when we were supposed to be friends and his reply was. "I am sorry but friend or no friend if I get a chance to fuck another man's wife or girlfriend I will." Mick had a reputation as far as women were concerned. He had never married but there had been a few relationships that had produced children. He has cuckolded a few husbands in the area and I didn't want my name added to the list. But as much as I hated the idea I knew that there was little I could do about it if Jane decided to have a relationship with him. After we all got our clothes back on we went back into the dining room to finish off the wine. We spoke about Jane's proposed boudoir. She spoke about the last time she had her own room at home before she married. I remember then that it was out of bounds to me; well until we became engaged anyway, and even then she had to leave the door open. Jane made it quite clear that this room would be out of bounds to me and that she even planned to put a lock on the door. It seemed absurd; we were a married couple but we were no ordinary married couple. Ours was a cuckold relationship where the wife, though married, could live like a single woman. A little later I watched as Jane took Alex up to bed. She held his hand going up the stairs; it was hard to watch. Their sexual coupling I could take; it excited me; it made me constantly horny but their intimacy was hard to accept and hard to watch. I could see it slowly developing. This time last week when their relationship started it was all sex and lust; the sex and lust was still there but I could see a closeness and togetherness there as well. Small things like holding hands, touching, sharing a joke and intimate kisses outside of sex were all starting to develop. I did not want them to become a couple but could I stop it? I couldn't I knew. I couldn't expect Jane to allow a man to join with her in the most intimate of acts and not have feelings for him. Jane: I knew that Mark was noticing an intimacy develop between Alex and I. I saw the look on his face a few times when he saw us kissing and touching at the table and I saw the hurt on his face when I turned my back to Alex in the lounge for him to zip up my dress after sex. Normally he would do that but there again he would be the one having sex with me wouldn't he! But yes, we were getting close. It was bound to happen though, I mean, I just couldn't let a man put his penis inside me, fill me with his seed, and in the process get sexual release myself without some kind of feelings developing. Once the lust has been exhausted there is a time of togetherness; bodies touch; naked flesh warms against naked flesh; bodies rest against bodies. Intimacy develops. It was happening with Alex and I. After we made love that night in the spare room bed we cuddled and went to sleep. Our bodies moist from the perspiration released from our coupling; my thighs wet from the seepages of Alex's cum from my vagina and his penis wet and sticky from the juices of my own orgasms. We woke in the night for more sex. His hardness pressing against my bottom woke me from my light sleep. He was also awake. I turned around and cupped his testicles in my hand; they were still moist from our coupling but more importantly they were refilled. They were replenished and ready for use. His cock was rigid and excited with my touch. There was nothing else for it but to kiss him and ease him over onto his back. It was my turn to take control now; my turn to mount; my turn to mount my steed and ride him; ride him late into the night! Part way though he tried to buck me off him; turn me over onto my back so he could take over the thrusting but I wouldn't let him. "No, stay please." I whispered. "You stay and let me make you cum. don't wait for me. This is for your pleasure." Alex groaned and gave one huge thrust into me. I felt his cum surge deep inside me. It was at the expense of my own orgasm but sometimes you don't need an orgasm to make you feel fulfilled. My fulfilment came from knowing that the man under me was satisfied. I kissed him and rolled off him and turned to continue with my sleep. Mark: I awoke early. Like last week I didn't sleep well. Like last week I slept alone while my wife slept with another man. The fact that we slept in separate rooms in our own house made it more unbearable. She would be more relaxed; more at ease with her lover. I was in the marital bed alone. Like last week I masturbated as well but just the once this time. I got the girls washed and dressed and gave them breakfast before settling them in the TV lounge. I then took some tea up to Jane and Alex. I was about to knock on their door but I suddenly heard groaning coming from the room. They were making love. I returned fifteen minutes later. There was silence now so I knocked on the door. Jane asked what I wanted and told her that I had tea for them. "Come in then." She told me. I had taken her tea in bed many times but never when she had been lying there with another man. It was another absurdity. She asked how the girls were and when I told her that they were settled she then told me to go and get a condom from the bedroom and come back. I returned and nervously stood by edge of the bed as Jane sat up and faced me. She reached for my belt and started to unbuckle it. I looked down at her nakedness. I wanted to touch her; I wanted to kiss her; I wanted to make love to her. My trousers hit the floor and she pulled down my boxers. I was erect again. "Did you masturbate last night?" She asked me as she took my cock in her hand. I nodded. "Alex fucked me three times." She told me as she started to stroke me. "Alex says that as you have you have been good about everything you can fuck me if you want." She added as she took the condom wrapper from my hand. I just stood and watched as she opened it and took out the condom. Moments later it had been fully rolled out over my cock. "Do you want to fuck me or would you sooner let Alex do that for you?" She asked. Of course I wanted to fuck her but I was a cuckold wasn't I. Cuckolds prefer other men to fuck our wives don't they. They want their place taken by another male; a male with a bigger cock; a male more able to satisfy their wives. "It's okay Mark." She said softly. "There is no shame in handing the responsibility over to Alex. I know he will fuck me well, you know that he will fuck me well too don't you? She said as she started to slowly masturbate me. I groaned. "Was that a yes Mark?" "Yesssssssss." I told her as her strokes increased. Her other hand cupped my balls as she masturbated me; slow firm strokes mingled with taunting words. "That's it Mark you can fill the condom and Alex can fill my pussy." My knees started to buckle. I reached out and held onto her shoulders. I closed my eyes then a loud groan escaped from my lips as I began to fill the condom. A few minutes later I left the bedroom shamefully satisfied. Jane: As the door closed behind him Alex reached for me and pulled me too him for a kiss. "I don't think I have ever known a woman learn so fast." He told me. "You are going to be one hell of a Cuckoldress. I would hate to be married to you." He added with a smile. I kissed him back. "You make a good teacher." I told him as we moved into a coupling position. After we made love we walked down to the marital bedroom and showered. Mark had taken the girls for a walk to get the papers so we had plenty of free time and privacy. Alex managed to find the strength to fuck me one more time, starting in the shower and finishing up on the bed. By the time Mark returned he had gone and I had tidied everything up. It was now my turn to be wife and mother again, until the next time that is! The Cuckold Journal of Jane & Mark Ch. 07 Mark: There is a case to make that far from cuckolding being a threat to marriage, cuckolding actually enhances a marriage. Yes, giving your wife sexual freedom can be quite risky. There is always the chance that she will fall in love with her lover and want to leave the marital home and be with him. It does happen and will continue to happen but the majority of marital relationships last. What helps strengthen the relationship is the fact that from the man's point of view, there is no room for taking your wife for granted. It had been a long since I had last bought Jane some flowers and chocolates but I made a special point of doing it that Sunday. I may not have been the man that Alex was sexually but I could make up for it in other ways. I also made a point of doing my fair share of the Sunday lunch preparation and the clearing up afterwards. Normally I left it to Jane, preferring to read the papers instead. Jane noticed the change immediately. "I will have to have Alex over more often." She joked. After dinner and with the girls settled Jane and I sat down and talked about our new lifestyle. Lack of communication can be a killer in relationships. Jane and I used to talk a lot about our plans and aspirations years ago but we had got out of the habit. We sat cuddled up together on the settee and talked the events of this last week. We both agreed that we had ventured into something that neither of us wanted to stop. Jane told me frankly that sex had become boring with me. "It's not you personally," she told me. "It's sex with the same person all the time. You get used to the same positions, the same body. I have found things exciting with Alex." She added. "It's not just size and performance it's the excitement of a strange touch; a different body smell and new lust." I knew what she meant. Her words hurt but I had taken her body for granted, now another man was getting the excitement that I used to get seeing her body. Another man was experiencing the charms that I had been experiencing over the years. I asked her if she had been serious about taking a few lovers over the next while before settling down with a couple of regulars and perhaps having a baby with one of them. "Yes." She told me. She stroked my hair as she said, "I am going to be doing lots of things over this next while that you may not like me doing and probably find hard to understand but always remember that I love you and need to do them." We kissed, perhaps with more passion that we had done in years. I wanted to make love to her even if it meant using a condom but Jane said no. "Not until Wednesday, I'm afraid." She told me. "Alex's orders." Alex's influence in our marriage was becoming well and truly established now. Jane: I mentioned in my introduction that I sometimes flirted; I liked to flirt, a woman needs to flirt as well. I had flirted with a few of Mark's friends over the years and a few men associated with our business. Nothing too overt but their again you don't need to be with a male. Just a smile can sometimes get a man thinking that you are interested in him. I have girlfriends who openly admit that if they want something from a man, even the man himself, they are not adverse to undoing an extra button of their blouse and or even flashing a thigh. I had never done anything like that in the past but I had suddenly got the confidence to that now. I had already started to wear skirts more often than trousers or jeans now and I had discarded my tights for stockings. I was learning that it felt good to feel sexy and it also boosted your confidence. A confident, sexy woman can be quite an attraction for men! I had told Mark that I intended sleeping around. It wasn't said with any deliberate intention of hurting him. I loved him and didn't want to deliberately hurt or humiliate him but there was a streak in me that found a vein of pleasure in doing so. I also knew that Mark got enjoyment out of idea as well. A glance down at his crotch gave me all the indication I needed! Why I wanted to sleep around was an easy question to answer and that was because I could. Women have always had a higher sex drive than men but they have always had to rein it in; hold it back. A man can sleep around with ease. They don't get called derogatory names; in fact they get plaudits for it from other men. Women on the other hand get called horrible names and get looked down on. Convention says that a man can go out and a bed a different woman every night and nothing gets said about it but a woman can't. I loved sex and wanted to experience more. Convention may say that I can't but my husband had released me from the bonds of marital fidelity and I intended taking advantage of it. Mark: Mick called by the office on Tuesday morning. Jane had sat with me the morning before and told me to ring him about making her new bedroom en-suite. That morning she wore a pair of tight fitting leggings with a camisole top under a long cream silk blouse. The tail of the blouse covered her bottom but it was see-though and its effect was limited. Mick's eyes were all over her when she came into the office. We talked about what we wanted for a few minutes and then Jane took him off to the house so that he could measure up and give us a quotation. His eyes were fixed on her bottom as he followed her out of the offices. Jane: It was funny in a way with Mick. He was trying to have a conversation with me in the office and his eyes were either on my chest or crotch. He left his pick-up truck at the office and I drove him to the house. He was quite chatty and of course the compliments flowed from him; telling me that I had lost some weight since he had last seen me and that I was looking well. He also asked me if I ever went out on my own at all. I told him no. I knew that as he followed me up the stairs his eyes were fixed on my bottom. I didn't mind; I had chosen the outfit deliberately, I wanted a good price for the job! I took him into 'my' bedroom first and told him what I wanted. On the bed was a nightie and panty set that I had bought the day before. Alex was coming over on Thursday evening and staying for a couple of nights and I wanted something nice to wear for him. I had just folded them up and laid them on top the pillow. I hadn't put them there deliberately but they did grab Mick's attention. I took him into our bedroom to show him the design that I was looking for and then offered him a coffee. I left him for ten minutes while I made him a cup and when I went back upstairs he was back in my room with his notepad out and pencil in hand. I noticed immediately that the panties had been moved; only slightly but I knew that he had picked them up. I didn't say anything. I knew that they would give him an erection; get him excited; get him focused on me. He spent about twenty minutes doing some sketches and then looked around outside before coming back into the kitchen to sit down and go over things. The technical details went over my head but I sat attentively while he explained what needed doing. He mentioned costs and I told him to put everything in writing and sort that out with Mark. My main concern was how long it would it and I did say to him "I hope you are not one of those who start a job and don't finish!" He smiled at me and replied. "Don't worry I do a thorough job and finish on time!" Full of innuendo, I know, but it was nice bantering with him. As I drove him back to the office I told him that I wanted a lock put on the door. He looked a little puzzled. "Nothing too elaborate," I told him. "Just one that I can turn the key from the inside and have some privacy!" Mark: Jane teased me mercilessly about Mick that evening. I told her that I didn't like the idea of her and him together she sat next to me on the settee and ran her finger over the outside of my bulge. "I bet he would like to see me in those panties and the nightdress." She told me. One half of me hated the thought and yet I got excited at the mental picture of her slipping into bed beside him wearing them. She noticed the effect it was having on me. "It excites you doesn't it?" She asked me. I was honest and explained to her how I felt. She unzipped my pants and released my erection from its confines. "I was looking at his bulge earlier and I would imagine that he has quite a big one; probably on the scale of Alex's." She told me. I said nothing for a few moments as she started to stroke me. "Are you going to fuck him?" I asked her. "Hmmmm I'm still undecided." She replied. "If I did it would only be to please you." "It wouldn't please me!" I told her. Her stroking became more vigorous. "I know you want him to fuck me Mark." She said. "I know that you want me to spread my legs for him don't you?" Her filthy talk drove me wild. "W.......when will you do it?" I found myself asking her. She leaned over and ran her tongue over the tip of my cock which was now leaking lots of precum. "Hmmmm not sure." She replied. I closed my eyes as the mental pictures of Jane climbing into bed besides Mick took hold and then I came in her hand. Jane: It was true that I hadn't fully decided on fucking Mick, I knew that the time would come in the next few weeks when he would make a move on me and I would make my mind up then. What excited me more than anything was the fact that I could. I was a married woman and yet I had the freedom of a single one. Another thing that excited me was my new sex life with Mark. It really did excite me to give my husband sexual relief based around my sex life with other men. I knew from holding him; knew from the throbbing of his cock, just how intense his orgasms were. I knew that there was very little he would stop me doing, which was fortunate really, because Alex had asked me if I would spend the following weekend with him at his home. Alex and I had also discussed Mark during our telephone conversation that night. He had reminded me that as well as Alex being my lover he was also my teacher. Alex was teaching me to be a Cuckoldress, not just any Cuckoldress, as he put it but a good woman. "Any married women in a cuckold relationship could go off and do whatever she wanted but I want you to take your husband with you!" He had told me. "Unless you carry him along with you he might just turn around one day and say 'that's it'. You have to get him involved and keep him involved; make your sex life, his sex life." He added. I liked his selfless attitude. I could see the truth in his logic. I didn't tell Mark about my proposed weekend with Alex right away, I kept it to myself for a few days as I wanted to Alex to be there when I asked, or should I say, told him. Mark: It was the next evening when Jane told me that Alex would be coming over on Thursday night and staying two nights. I was a little apprehensive because it was for two nights; one night stay was now turning into two nights, but I also felt sexually excited. Wednesday night was also to be 'my' night; my night for sex with Jane. Alex had told her that I had to wait until Wednesday before I could fuck her. I had been looking forward to it especially as she had been teasing me during the day with some her purchases from the lingerie shop. She had bought herself some new bra and panty sets and another new Basque; she had also bought herself a new blouse and a red silk skirt. "I think Alex will like these." She had told me. "Bet Mick would as well." She added, which was quite poignant as I was reading his quotation for the work when she walked in with her shopping. Jane looked through it. "Hmmm start the job next Wednesday and finished in a week!" Her words sent a chill through me. I could almost see them sharing that shower as soon as it had been built! Jane had also done some other shopping that morning as well; she had bought some new bedding for her bed. Not just any old bedding but some black silk sheets and pillow cases. I got that sinking feeling as I imagined her and Alex curled up together in that bed. It was made worse later when it came to bed time. Jane asked me to help her make the bed up with the new sheets and pillow cases and then told me that she wanted to try the bed for herself that night. For a moment I got excited with the idea of sharing the bed with her but then I realised that she wanted to sleep in the bed alone. A few moments after I climbed into bed alone Jane came in wearing just the nightie part of the set to give me a goodnight kiss. As she leaned over the bed I couldn't resist slipping my hand between her naked thighs and touching her. "It is supposed to be my night for sex." I told her. She kissed me again. "I know but I thought that maybe you would prefer to leave it so that I will be fresh and horny for Alex." I stroked her pussy again feeling extreme disappointment. "You will need a shave tomorrow." I told her, feeling bristles between her pussy lips. "I know. I will also need a bath and your help in dressing me as well." She said after a final kiss. I watched her walk away; watched the movements of her naked bottom cheeks. "Alex will be creaming himself when he sees her like that tomorrow." I thought to myself. Jane: It was nice slipping naked into bed alone that night. I had only put the nightie on to tease Mark. It was Alex's idea. "Increase the teasing and taunting and get him used to the idea of sleeping alone." He had told me. The feel of the silk against my flesh made me feel good. I found myself sliding my fingers between my pussy lips and masturbating myself. I thought of Alex; thought about what we would be doing in this bed tomorrow. I thought about his nice thick cock bringing me to orgasm and I also thought about Mark. Alex had spoken about increasing my domination over him the night before on the telephone; Alex had given me some suggestions and I was excited about it. I fell asleep a little while later. My inner thighs were quite wet, in fact I couldn't remember ever being as wet as this from my own fingers. When Mark woke me next morning with a cup of tea I was still horny. I reached for him as he leant over me in his boxers and kissed me. "Five minutes please." I said. Mark thought for a moment that I wanted him to have penetrative sex with me and started to push his boxers down but I gripped the back of his head and guided his head downwards as I moved the covers off me. I could see the disappointment on his face but like a good cuckold he set aside his own needs and gave me satisfaction with his tongue. The Cuckold Journal of Jane & Mark Ch. 08 Mark: Jane looked good in her new blouse and skirt; no, not just good, absolutely stunning and sexy. I stood back for a few moments and looked at her while she leant over her dressing table looking into the mirror as she applied her lippy. She had changed over these few two weeks; there was no doubt about it. I couldn't put my finger exactly on one specific thing but she was more confident; more self assured and more self aware. I wouldn't exactly say that before embarking on my cuckolding that she was insecure or timid and I certainly wouldn't say that she was frumpy or had let herself go but there was a complete change in character. Compared to the Jane I was married to a month ago this Jane was a complete transformation. I have often heard it said that a husband can tell when his wife is having an affair when she suddenly takes more care of her appearance and changes her style of underwear. Well Jane had certainly done both. Of course, Jane was not having an affair. She had a lover; she had another man in her life; she had another man taking care of her sexual needs and it was all with my blessing. Yes, I know some might say I was stupid; sick even but I was happy and enjoying it. Tonight I had helped her bathe; shaved her pubic mound; massaged her with scented body oils and then helped her dress in a pink and black Basque and black, fishnet stockings. There were matching panties but she declined when I knelt at her feet with them in my hands. I had also helped her with putting her blouse on and then zipped up her skirt afterwards. All done for the pleasure of another man. Am I sick? Am I stupid? Think what you want. I am a cuckold and that is what is cuckolds do. Yes I know that it's degrading; I know that it's humiliating but that is what is exciting about the all. Am I jealous? Of course I am. I am torn inside with the thought of her being in the arms of another man; the thought of their kissing; the thought of their caressing and the thought of their copulating. The thought of her touching another man's cock; caressing it; kissing it; making it spurt forth its release had me churning inside but I was also excited. I had spent all that time preparing her for another man, naked. My cock was in such an excited state that it leaked constantly. Jane had to keep wiping me to stop it getting on her clothes. Just before I had helped her with her skirt I was in such an excited state as she wiped me that I came. I leant on her shoulders with my hands telling her how sorry I was as started to cum. She didn't chide me; she didn't stop; she had no intention of denying me pleasure. Jane just continued to stroke me as she held the tissue against the tip of my cock. "It's ok darling you can cum. I know that you are excited about Alex filling my pussy for the next couple of days." She told me. I came, not just in the tissue but also over her hand. Afterwards she washed her hand and wiped my cock clean. I was fully satisfied; not just fully satisfied but satisfied to an extent that I had not experienced in years. Jane had masturbated me many times over the course of the years I had known her. They had been satisfying of course but my orgasms had never been as fulfilling as the ones now. Having her do it while she teased me about her lover was absolutely mind blowing. Jane: When Alex greeted me at the front door he immediately took me in his arms and pulled me close. As we kissed his hands slid over the silk material covering my bottom. "You look so fucking good!" He told me as his hand ventured under the hem. "No fucking panties!" He groaned. "Is there any point in wearing them when you are around?" I responded. He kissed me as his hand made its way to the front and touched my mound. It is so exciting having another man's hand touching you; so different to the one you are used to touching you. His fingers were getting surer now. At first they were hesitant as if they would be brushed away; as if their touch would be spurned, but he knew now that there would be no rejection; his fingers were free to roam wherever they wanted; free to touch any part of my body he desired, free to do whatever they wished. His fingers slid down the grove between my cunt lips and back up again; reaching up to the hood of my clitty and then down to my opening. I parted my legs slightly; opened my thighs a little wider for him. I knew what I wanted from him; he knew what I wanted from him. His fingers slipped inside me; one finger at first, followed by another. I was wet, not just wet but soaking. "You're so fucking wet." He whispered. I moved my hand down from his shoulder to his groin. "This is what I want." I told him as I gripped his hardness. He started to move towards the lounge doorway. Mark was stood by the kitchen door watching us. There was a bulge in his trousers too; I was surrounded by an abundance of bulging cocks; hard, eager cocks wanting my pussy but there was only one that would be penetrating me tonight. "Don't disturb us please Mark." Alex said as he closed the door behind us. Alex dropped down to his knees and lifted my skirt. With his head under my skirt and his hands firmly gripping my bottom he pulled me tight against him and buried his face into my mound. I groaned loudly as his tongue penetrated me. For a few minutes I stood there with the hem of my skirt in my hands. I had them lifted high, high enough to uncover his head but I could not keep it up for long. I was cumming; my knees were starting to tremble and I need to support myself. Alex brought me to a shattering orgasm as I leant on his shoulders; my skirt fully around his head. When he pulled away I kissed him; kissed his lips; kissed his cheeks; kissed his chin; I kissed his wet, pussy scented face. His hands then began to frantically tear at his belt. I looked down and watched him free himself; watching him loosen his trousers; watched him push them down and then step out of them; watched him push his boxers down as well and step out of them. I watched him bare himself; bare his throbbing cock. He wanted me; he was rampant and I trembled again at the thought of him penetrating me. He pulled me over to the settee and twisted me around. I didn't get the chance to bend over voluntarily; he grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me down. Moments later my skirt had been lifted around my waist and his cock was pushing against my pussy lips from behind. It was fast; it was furious and it was violent. He gripped my long dark hair and pulled; he slapped my thigh hard and he called me names; wonderful filthy names. He didn't need to call me a fuck whore; he didn't to tell something that I didn't know already. I was a fuck whore and his fuck whore. Mark: It hurt seeing that passion; it hurt watching them kiss; it hurt watching his hand under her skirt. I could understand things from his point of view; he was a man; that's what men do if they get the chance. I remembered the times at the start of our relationship when I tried that and got my hand slapped away. Jane did not slap his hands away; in fact she actually parted her legs wider to give him greater access. When the door closed behind them I moved down the corridor and stood outside. I wanted to hear them; I wanted to hear them fuck; I wanted to hear her moans and cries as he fucked her; I wanted to hear his groans too as he emptied himself inside her. I wanted to experience their coupling. I did hear her cries; I heard her groans; I heard the slaps too and heard the names he called her. I heard her tell him that she was his fuck whore. I heard him groan and as I did I could almost feel his emptying of himself inside her. There was silence for a few minutes and then I heard them talk. Suddenly I heard her call out. "You can come in now Mark." I walked in like an errant schoolboy. They were stood next to each other by the settee with their arms around one another's waist. Alex was completely naked but Jane was in her Basque and stockings. I had had a feeling that they had something in store for me that night. I wasn't wrong. I knew instinctively to drop to my knees before them. I knelt before Jane first but as I reached to hold her thighs she said, "Alex first." I obeyed. He was wet and sticky; his thighs were wet with her juices; his cock was sticky and covered with both his cum and her juices. He wanted cleaning up. Alex, my wife's lover required my services. I was a cuckold and that is what we do. Part way through Jane moved closer and reached for his cock to lift it. "His balls too cucky." She told me. My tongue obeyed. After a few minutes she grabbed me by the hair and guided me too her own thighs. She was wet and sticky too; her pussy was covered with Alex's cum, not just her pussy either. His cum was running down the inside of her thighs to her stocking tops. To some the whole thing might have been degrading and humiliating but to me it was exciting and pleasurable. My wife was filthy with another man's cum and I delighted in cleaning her. Jane: It wasn't just the freedom to fuck other men that excited me about cuckolding; it was also the participation of Mark. I had friends who were having affairs; I knew that they were doing the things with their lovers that I was probably doing with Alex; I knew that they were having the excitement that I was having but there was a huge difference. They had to sneak around and snatch moments here and their; I did not. My husband would be sleeping in his bed or standing outside the door while I was enjoying my lover. I could relax. I had freedom. I am sure that my orgasms were so much better than theirs. Having Mark clean us like that after we had fucked was stimulating for both of us. I knew that at the end of it I was very wet again and I could see Alex's cock beginning to stiffen again. Standing next to your lover, with your arms around each other, watching while the husband cleans you both is incredibly exciting. Alex and I had talked about Mark's further participation in our relationship and we had ideas of things we would like to try out. Alex, of course, had done it all. He had been around for a long time. Having a husband kneel and clean him up after he had fucked his wife was part and parcel of it all for him. He had even fucked men before; fucked them in front of their wives. He wasn't gay; it was all part of the domination of the cuckold. I knew that he wanted to fuck Mark, and he would eventually do it, but he wasn't ready just yet. I knew that Alex was strongly into discipline as well. Making a husband do as he was told and getting him to be totally obedient was another stimulating experience that Alex wanted us both to explore with Mark. I wasn't sure how to proceed in this area with Mark but Alex, as I have said, was experienced. I was filled with nervous excitement after Mark had finished and Alex sent him to get his bags from the car. Mark: I washed my face after taking one of Alex's bags into the lounge and then taking the other upstairs to Jane's bedroom. When I went back downstairs Jane told me to go up to our bedroom and take off all my clothes and come back downstairs to them. As I said, I had a feeling that they had things planned for me that evening. When I returned Jane was looking at some t-shirts draped over the arm of my chair. She held one up. It was a pure white t-shirt with the words in black saying "Proud to Be Jane's Cuckold." She placed it down and picked up another one saying "I am a Cuckold." to show me before putting it down and picking up the last one. It said,"My Wife Cuckolds Me." "Alex had these printed." She told me. "Choose one to wear for us please." I moved over and picked each one up before choosing the first one and putting it on. "Proud to be my cuckold are you?" She said. I nodded and then looked on nervously as she delved into the Alex's bag. I gasped as she pulled out a riding crop. I had never seen her with such an instrument before. I had never even imagined seeing her with one. Jane looked foreboding as she stood looking at me with the crop gripped tightly in her hand. Not only did she look foreboding she looked incredibly sexy; she looked the part; she looked like a dominatrix. I trembled as I looked at her but my cock also stiffened to full erection. Jane looked down at it and smiled. I stood rigid on the spot as she stepped up close to me. "Do you like being cuckolded Mark?" I nodded. My mouth felt dry. "Do you?" "Y...yes." I said quietly. "If I am to cuckold you properly you have to be fully willing." She told me. "I....I....I am." I told her. Jane raised the crop up and touched my rigid cock. "But you tell me that you don't want Mick fucking me." She told me. "You shouldn't be telling me who I can and can't fuck. I fuck who I want, when I want and how I want." I was trembling now. I had never seen her like this. This wasn't the woman I knew and yet I was so horny I was dribbling again; my cock was leaking precum like never before. "Is that clear Mark?" "Y...y....y....yes." I replied. She steeped closed and kissed me. "That's better my cucky." She said as she stepped back. "Now hold out your hands." I held out my hands as if to accept a stroke of the crop but she placed it gently in my hands. "I want you to turn to Alex and apologise for being a disobedient cuckold and ask him to punish you." She told me. My jaw dropped. I stood for a few seconds with the crop resting in my outstretched hands and then turned to Alex. I stuttered out an apology and asked him to punish me. Jane moved back and sat in my chair and told me to come to her. "Rest your hands on my thighs." She told me. As she sat back, I bent over facing her, hands resting on her thighs. I heard Alex step up behind me and Jane suddenly grabbed my hands and pressed them tightly against her thighs. There were four strokes in all; four sharp and painful strokes of which I yelped with at each one. Jane kept her tight grip with each one and looked at me directly in the eyes. "Now thank him for punishing you and then go and turn back the bedclothes for Alex and I, we are off to bed." She told me. I did as she ordered and then walked away with my bottom stinging and my cock dripping cum from the excitement. I was truly proud to be Jane's cuckold. The Cuckold Journal of Jane & Mark Ch. 09 Due to the circle of Trolls here who make it their pastime to put people off from writing, all Feedback has been turned off. Please don't bother emailing me either - it will all be directed to spam and deleted without viewing. Apologies to those genuine critics/viewers who like to encourage writers. Jane: I sat back in Mark's armchair after he had left the room, legs wide open, looking at Alex standing there naked with his riding crop in his hand. He looked so masterful, threatening, but masterful. His cock was hard as well. After a few moments I got up and knelt at his feet and then took his cock in my hand and began to lick his shaft. He stood there looking down at me as I licked and sucked him. "Does this please you?" I asked him. He tapped my thigh with the crop. "It would please me more to be fucking you in your bed." He told me. I didn't need telling twice. I picked up all our clothes and belongings and took him upstairs to my bedroom. As he slipped into bed I took off my Basque and stockings and slipped on my new nightie. I picked up the panties as well and held them in the air "Shall I bother with these?" I asked him. "What do you think?" He replied. I tossed them on the floor and slipped in beside him. It felt good; it felt so sexy slipping in beside him in those nice silk sheets. It added to the eroticism; made me feel wetter; made me feel hornier. I kissed him and then lay on my back and opened my legs for him. He accepted the invitation and slipped between them and kissed me. I could feel his cock pressing against my mound and I thrust against him hoping to make it slip inside me. It didn't because he held back. "Beg me to fuck you!" He told me. "Please fuck me Alex." I responded with another thrust at him. Again he held back. "Please Alex. Please Alex I need your cock." I told him. He guided his cock to my opening. "Lie still." He told me. "Lie still." I lay still feeling the head of his cock poking the edge of my pussy lips. "I want you as my whore." He told me. "I am your whore." I told him. He pushed his cock deep inside me and then pulled out again. "No I mean a real whore." He said. "Fuck not just me but fuck other men I bring to you. I want to watch other men fuck you as well." He explained, before thrusting his cock inside me again and then withdrawing. "I will fuck anyone for you Alex." I told him as I reached up and pulled his face to mine. As we kissed he thrust again and then began a slow rhythmic fucking. "I want to see you open your legs for other men Jane." He told me as he slowly fucked me. "Especially black men Jane. I want to see black men fuck you." I thrust against him trying to quicken his stride. "I will fuck anyone you ask me to Alex. Anyone!" I told him as I felt the stirrings of a new orgasm. He responded with increased thrust and I responded by clawing at his back and telling him what a great fuck he was. It did not take long for him to empty his seed inside me. Mark: I didn't know what was coming over me. If you had asked me a month or so ago would I have let anyone use a riding crop on me I would have given you an emphatic 'NO'. Mind you, if you asked me a month ago if I would suck another man's cock I would have been just as adamant. Jane was not the only one who had changed dramatically. I heard them walk past my bedroom door and took my cock in my hand. I wondered for a moment about just how many other households this scenario was being played out in. Just how many men were lying alone in bed just as I was while their wife or girlfriend was getting into bed with another man? I wanted to go and tuck them in. I had already turned down the bedclothes for her; I had even laid out her nightie set. I would have gladly helped her into it and then tucked her into bed. I would even have given her a good night kiss as she cuddled up close to Alex. I wondered about their fucking too. I wanted so much to see them couple together. I had heard them; I could imagine what they were doing; I could imagine what his cock looked like as it moved in and out of her; I could imagine how her pussy lips would look as his cock slid in and out of her. It was all easy to imagine but what was it like in reality. What would it be like to stand there silently in the corner of the room and what them? I masturbated to my imaginings and then fell asleep. A while later I awoke again. It was cold without her; I wanted her beside me but she was asleep beside another man. My imaginings took hold once again and I masturbated. Jane: We lay for a little while afterwards talking as we cuddled. I asked Alex about what he had said as he fucked me; he was serious; he did want to share me with other men, not in a cuckolding way, but share me just the same. He told me that he had seen it before, wives and girlfriends starting out in a cuckolding lifestyle and experiencing their new found freedom with a flourish. They didn't want to tie themselves down with just one lover; they didn't want to settle into another relationship, they wanted freedom. He had helped other wives before and he wanted to help me. I could see where he was coming from. I too was enjoying my new found sexual freedom and I wanted to explore as well. I liked Alex; I wouldn't say that I loved him but I was becoming fond of him. I didn't want to settle into another one on one relationship with him even though I was enjoying every moment of our relationship but I wanted him there. I was glad that he was willing to share me; not just glad but also excited. I wanted his participation. I had often fantasised about a threesome with two males and Alex would be an ideal partner. We fucked again before slipping into a spoon position and falling asleep. We both woke up horny next morning and were eager to fuck but I had to get the girls off to school. Before Mark left to take them I asked him to come back before heading off to work. "I would like you to guide Alex's cock into my pussy." I whispered into his ear as I managed a quick grope of his bulge. I felt his eager response immediately. Mark: She smelt of sex next morning; she even tasted of it. I could smell it and taste it as I kissed her. I knew that if I were to rip open her dressing gown and take off her panties there would be a succulent feast for me but this wasn't the time or place. The thought though made me horny. What made me even hornier was the knowledge of the fact that as soon as I had left she would be heading back to bed where Alex was waiting for her. She told me so after we kissed "Alex is waiting for me with a raging hard on." She whispered. When she told me what she wanted me to do as I left it made me nearly cum in my pants. When I did return she was upstairs in bed waiting for me with Alex resting beside her. She sat up and sat on the edge of the bed and unbuckled my trousers and then took down my boxers. The bedclothes were pushed back and Alex was uncovered. I suddenly found myself looking at his cock. Jane noticed as she stroked my cock. "I think he wants to fuck me don't you?" She said as she started to masturbate me. It was all I could do but nod in agreement. I found myself needing support as I got closer to coming and I leant on her shoulders as she masturbated me. Jane was talking to me as she stroked telling me how they had fucked that night; telling me that she enjoyed sleeping with Alex in her bed; telling that she would soon be spending the night with Alex in his own bed. I opened my eyes in amazement wondering if I had heard right. I had. Jane looked me in the eye and told me that she would soon be spending a weekend alone with Alex. I was beyond the point of no return; her timing was perfect. After I cleaned up I returned to the room to find Jane on her back in the middle of the bed. Alex was kneeling between her thighs; he had her legs in his hands and was lifting them onto his shoulders. His cock was precariously hovering over her pussy. "Guide it in for me Mark." Alex said. I moved closer. I was nervous. It was a moment I had been waiting for. I reached down and took it in my left hand and as Alex moved back I pointed it towards her gaping pussy lips. They were swollen, pink and very wet with juices. Alex moved a little forward again and I held on to him as his thick bulbous head touched her lips. "That's good cuckboy." He told me. "Rub it up and down her cunt lips." I started to move it up and down. Jane groaned as it brushed over her clitty. "She's aching for it isn't she Mark?" He said. I moaned an agreement. "She needs a real man's cock doesn't she Mark?" He taunted Again, I nodded. "Kiss her cunt for me Mark." He told me. I leant over and still holding his cock to her opening I kissed her pussy. As I did so he pushed forward. I watched it slide all the way in. I had seen it now; I had seen his cock inside her pussy; I had seen another man's cock inside my wife's pussy. I wanted to see more. I wanted to see it move in and out of her; I wanted to see him thrusting; I wanted to see him pounding her; I wanted to see him cum inside her. But it was not to be; not this time anyway. Alex held himself inside her and turned and told me to leave. I stood outside the bedroom for a few minutes listening to them fuck. Jane was particularly noisy; screaming and shouting out a she kept cumming. I walked away as the noise started to die down. I left them to rest after their fuck. Jane: I wouldn't have minded Mark staying to watch Alex fuck me; in fact I would have welcomed it. I wanted him to see for himself just how much I enjoyed being fucked by Alex. However Alex was the one setting pace; he was the teacher and I was happy enough to follow his leadings. We rested for a while after we fucked, lying there talking and making plans and then we showered and dressed. As Alex was going to be a regular visitor it I knew that it wouldn't be long before someone would take note of his comings and goings. People can be nosy and put two and two together and make five. I wasn't ashamed of our new found lifestyle; it was no one else's business as far as I was concerned but we had to have a credible reason for his visits and being seen with me. I took him to the office with me. We have a printing business and people are used to seeing visitors and more importantly seeing me with other men. Mark was a bit shocked to see me walk in with him and start showing him around the workshop. "I am just showing our prospective new client our set up here Darling." I said as Mark came up to us. Mark caught on quickly. "Alex wants to discuss prices over lunch with me." I told him. The staff looked completely disinterested as the three of us stood there in conversation. But it wasn't unusual. It was a business and this was nothing out of the ordinary. We went into our office where we had a certain amount of privacy and joked about me showing Alex our set up. Mark kissed me and asked me hadn't he seen enough of my set-up. I told him that there was a lot more of to me see! As we went of to lunch together I told Mark that I would drop Alex back at the office after we had finished and suggested that they go off somewhere and have a couple of beers before bringing him back to the house. I wanted some time with the children and I also wanted to bathe and prepare myself for another night with my lover. Mark: To an outsider the whole thing must seem bizarre, a husband and his wife's lover sat together chatting; drinking; socialising like best buddies. The sexual side apart we did get on and enjoyed one another's company. We managed to go the best part of a couple of hours before Jane came up in the conversation. "How are you finding this new lifestyle now Mark?" He asked quietly. I shrugged my shoulders. "It's hard to explain." I told him honestly. "But you are getting enjoyment from it?" He asked me. "Yes." I told him. "That's good Mark because I certainly am; enjoying Jane, that is." He told me. "She is amazing in bed and she is going to get better and better." I felt a huge bulge in my pants. I had an enormous hard on after hearing another man tell me how good my wife was in bed. We went home soon after that. Jane had changed into a loose fitting dress; she looked radiant. I kissed her in the way a husband greets his wife coming home from a day's work and then Alex kissed her. He kissed her longer and more passionately and rubbed her crotch through her dress. The whole thing was surreal. When I came back down stairs after saying good night to the children they were still kissing; his hand was under her skirt this time. He lifted the hem of her dress as he broke away to shown me that she wasn't wearing any panties. "I think she's ready for another fuck Mark." He said with a smile. "Dinner first." She responded. "Fuck first!" Alex said with a smile. I just looked on as they argued. "What does Mark think?" Jane asked. Alex glanced down at my crotch. "I think he would like to see us fuck first wouldn't you Mark?" I nodded, being unable to speak. "Take her up to her room and strip her for me Mark." Alex ordered. "I'm going to fuck her." I led her out of the room; my bulging erection leading the way. There was little to take off her actually; just the dress because she wore no bra or panties. Only a black suspender belt and black stockings remained. As she stood by the edge of the bed Alex came into the room and closed the door behind him. "You strip too Mark and lie down on the bed." I had no idea what was coming next but I stripped off and then lay down on the bed with my head towards the bottom end of the bed. "Get on top of him Jane." He told her. "Sixty-nine position." Jane straddled my face and after settling down she began to suck my cock as I probed her with my tongue. It had been a long time since we had done a sixty-nine. Jane was wet, very wet. I could also taste the remnants of Alex from this morning's fuck. I got so carried away that I had momentarily forgotten about Alex. It was only when I felt someone getting on the bed close to me that I suddenly became aware of him again. It took me a few moments to realise exactly what was happening but when I felt his balls slap against my forehead I realised just exactly what was about to happen. I had seen it in a video; seen a husband and wife in a sixty-nine position on the bed and another man get up to take her from behind while the husband gave her oral sex at the same time. I was about to experience it for myself. Alex pushed the tip of his cock against my tongue as I licked Jane's clitty and I found myself running my tongue over it. "That's it cucky boy, you just keep on licking her clitty while I fuck her." I groaned. Jane's mouth engulfed my cock and I was close to cumming. Jane groaned loudly as well as Alex's cock buried itself inside her. I had wanted to see him fuck her; I had wanted to see him pound her pussy with his huge cock; I had wanted to see him stretch her pussy with his thick manhood. I was getting what I wanted. I was getting a bird's eye view; more than a bird's eye view, in fact. Alex's balls were slapping against my face; my tongue was in direct contact with his cock and I was tonguing Jane's slit and clitty at the same time. It was hot and sticky underneath them. I could smell their sex; I could taste their sex and I could feel their sex. The bed shook; their groans filled the room; the sounds of slapping thighs filled the room and Jane's pussy squelched above me with his pounding. It was Jane who came first, "I'm cummingggggggggggggggg." She cried out. I felt her juices rush against my lips and cheeks as my own cum filled her mouth. I tried to groan but Alex was also cumming. He was pulling out of her as his first ejaculation sprayed against her cunt lips. His second ejaculation found its target, my mouth. Alex managed to find my lips and force entry as he came. I choked on his cum and his cock slipped out of my mouth causing the rest of his cum to spray against face. I lay there for a few minutes after Jane rolled off me. I was exhausted and my face was plastered with her juices and Alex's cum. I managed to wipe my eyes to see Jane and Alex huddled together and kissing. They were still cuddling a few minutes later after I returned from the bathroom. "Now I am ready for dinner now."Alex said. "How about you Mark?" I smiled. Jane sat up and turned round. "Chinese or Indian?" Minutes later I was dressed and heading out to the Taj Mahal leaving Jane and Alex to have perhaps another fuck before dinner. The Cuckold Journal of Jane & Mark Ch. 10 Due to the circle of Trolls here who make it their pastime to put people off from writing, all Feedback has been turned off. Please don't bother emailing me either - it will all be directed to spam and deleted without viewing. Apologies to those genuine critics/viewers who like to encourage writers. * Jane: It was sad to see Alex go off on Saturday morning but he had things to do and we had to get back to reality as well; family, shopping and visiting relatives beckoned us. I moved back into the marital bed with Mark that night. No sex took place but I did give him a hand job on Sunday morning as a thank you for Alex's visit. I moved back in with him to reassure him as well. I knew that he was not looking forward to the following weekend when I planned to go and stay with Alex. I knew that he was going to miss me. Since we had been married we had hardly spent a night apart and this was going to be a big thing for both of us. I, of course was going to have Alex for company and I also knew that he had plans for me, sexually. He would not go into detail but I knew that I would be getting fucked by someone other than Alex that weekend. Mark: I didn't want Jane to go and stay with Alex the following weekend. We all talked about it before he left on Saturday morning. Alex and I were sat at the kitchen table and Jane was standing next to him. His hand slid up her skirt from behind as we spoke. His open touching of her was both erotic and painful to watch. I knew that his fingers would be probing her; touching her pussy lips; arousing her and exciting her. "I am not going to be doing anything to her while she is on her own with me that I haven't done already in your presence!" He told me. "It's just that she will be more relaxed fucking me there and of course, it will be quite nice for me having her in my own bed." I couldn't argue with that. "You will be able to ring me whenever you want Mark." Jane said. There was nothing more that I could do to stop it happening. All I could do was make the most of my time with her until then and I was glad she moved back into our bedroom. Even though we did not have sex it was nice to feel her close to me. Jane: I had settled down to thinking that my next fuck would be at the weekend when I got to Alex's but I had a pleasant surprise on Tuesday. One of the drawbacks about wearing stockings is that you have to be very careful getting in and out of a car. Preserve your modesty by keeping your legs closed and swinging them round as you get in and out. Sometimes you forget and I did just that on Tuesday morning as I arrived at the office just after nine o'clock. Mark had a meeting with a client out of town so it was me in charge. As I got out of the car I looked up and saw a van driver looking at me. He was parked in the company car park and I had pulled up just yards from him. I thought the van was empty as I drove by it but it wasn't. There was man sat inside waiting for me. I knew that he caught quite an eyeful of my stocking tops and white panties. I saw his jaw drop and his eyes roll! I just pretended that I hadn't noticed and walked past his van. I got a bit of a shock when he followed me into the office; apparently he was the service engineer for the printing equipment and he was there for the annual service. I felt a bit uncomfortable with him around knowing what he had seen. Even though I was a Cuckoldress I was learning and still felt a bit unsure around men. Half an hour later he came into my office with his report. "I expect you are going to tell me that we need a new machine like the last guy that came?" I said to him. He smiled at me. "Actually, no." He told me. "There are a good few years of life left in it yet." "Nice to have an honest engineer." I told him. He smiled again "Thanks." I smiled back at back him. He was quite attractive in a way. I guessed that he was probably around Alex's age as well. He also wore a wedding ring. "Any other printers you want me to look at while I am here?" He asked. I glanced around at the office printers but they were all fairly new. "We have one at home that plays up but otherwise everything is okay." "Want me to take a look at it?" He asked. I suddenly realised that I could be entering dangerous territory here. "Is that part of the contract?" I asked him. He smiled at me. "Probably not but I never follow rules and regulations." I stood there thinking for a moment. 'Was he going to make a pass at me?' I asked myself. "It would be no trouble." He said. "In fact it would be a pleasure." He added looking me in the eye. I may have been new at all this but I knew an opportunist when I saw one. I suddenly felt a surge of excitement. "It.....it's not putting you out of your way is it?" He smiled again. "As I said, it would be a pleasure. A great pleasure in fact." Five minutes later I was getting back in my car and he was in his van ready to follow me home. Mark: It was lunchtime when I had finished my meeting and I decided to call by the house first before going to the office. I hadn't expected to see Jane's car there nor had I expected to see the service engineer's van outside either. A little voice in my head told me that Jane was inside fucking him but I just laughed it off. No, Jane was not like that. I mean, yes she was cuckolding me but this sort of thing was not her. The voice grew louder and louder as I went inside the house and found no sign of them downstairs. I went upstairs; our bedroom door was open and there was no there. I glanced down the corridor at Jane's room. The door was closed. We only closed bedroom doors when we were inside! I walked down the corridor and stood outside listening for a few moments. Should I open it? Should I knock and call out? I didn't know what to do. Suddenly I heard a noise; it sounded like a groan. There was silence for a few moments and then came another sound; a gasp followed by a moan. It was Jane's voice; she was being made love too, I knew it. Then came a louder moan followed by the creaking of the bed. It was definitely Jane; she was in the room; she was in the bed; she was getting fucked by another man. Suddenly I was afraid. I was horny but afraid. This was all unscripted. I had walked in on something that I wasn't meant to. I left the house as quickly as I could; walked quietly down the driveway to my car and drove quickly away. I arrived back at the office in a state of shock and yet I was horny. I had an erection because I knew that Jane was in her bed getting fucked by another man. Jane: I was nervous steeping inside our front door with another man. I had no idea what was going to happen; I didn't even know if anything was going to happen but I was still scared. I took him down to the home office and showed him the printer. He gave it a cursory glance and then looked at me. I suddenly realised that he hadn't even brought his toolbox in with him. "For all it's worth you would be better off chucking it and getting a new one." He said. "They are cheap enough anyway." I stared down at the machine as he moved closer. I just couldn't look at his face. "Is there anything else that needs servicing?" He asked. I could feel his eyes staring at me and I forced myself to look away. "I can't think of anything." I told him shyly. Suddenly his hand was on my shoulder. "Are you sure about that?" He said quietly. I looked up and caught his eyes. His face came down and our lips met. Moments later his hands were cupping my breasts through my blouse. I didn't know what to do. I should be pushing him away; I had only met the man a couple of hours ago. Hell, I didn't even know his name and he was touching me; he was not only touching me, he was also undoing my blouse. His lips broke away from mine and he concentrated on undoing my blouse. I just stood there and let him take it off. His hands then went round my back to my bra fastenings. I had never known a man unhook a bra so quickly! I had hardly had chance to catch my breath when he bent down and started to kiss my breast; not just kiss them but take each nipple in his mouth and gently nibble. I gasped. His hands reached around the back of my skirt and the next thing I knew it was in a heap at my feet. He sank to his knees and then began to kiss my thighs as his hands reached for the waistband of my panties. "You had better show me the way to your bedroom." He said as I stepped out of them. I walked up the stairs clutching my clothing in a daze. I felt such a slut. I was almost naked and taking a man I had met only a short while ago up to my bedroom to fuck me. I knew nothing about him; nothing at all apart from the fact that he knew how to pick a woman up. I climbed into bed and started to shyly pull the clothes around me but he pulled them out of my hand and pushed me back. Moments later his face was buried between my thighs and he was probing me with his tongue. I had to admit he was better than Alex with his tongue; better than any man I had known so far. His tongue explored every crevice; every fold of flesh ever part of my pussy. From the hood of my clitty right down to wet opening his tongue delved and plunged and then it slipped down lower. No man had ever touched my anus with a tongue before; no man had ever ventured in that area before but he did. I had never realised just how erotic it was until he had touched me down there. I screamed in ecstasy. I got so lost in my pleasure that I hardly realised that I was begging him to fuck me. When he finally pulled away I lay there breathlessly watching him strip. His cock was big; big like Alex's but not as thick and it also had a bend in it; turning upwards to his belly. The fact that it had a bend added to my pleasure as it brushed past my g-spot. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I clung on to him while he fucked me through two orgasms. After he had pulled out of me to lie down by my side I finally got round to asking him his name. "Rod." He replied as he laughed. I reached down and held his wet but still hard cock. "A very appropriate name." I said. I held him as we kissed and talked. He told me that he was married but his wife was not all that interested in sex. He also told me that when he saw me getting out of the car earlier he just had to have me. "It is such beautiful sight." He told me. "Seeing stocking tops and crotch." He added. "Bet your husband is always at you?" He said. "Actually he's not as interested in sex as me." I told him. "Fuck." He responded. "If I were your husband you would be getting fucked two or three times a day." "Can you manage two or three times a day?" I asked with a smile. "Fucking right I can." He replied as he rolled me on my back and entered me for a long slow fuck. Mark: Jane came back to the office just after two o'clock. She had been with him at least two hours. It was difficult to talk around staff and with the telephone going most of the afternoon but I did ask her where she had been and she just told me that she had been out. I didn't mention that I had called back at the house; I waited for her to say something first but it was hardly the time or place to have that kind of discussion. I thought maybe that she wanted to keep her liaison to herself. The jealousy was strong and hard to control but she had warned me the other night. She intended sleeping around and there would be times that I would not approve of what she was doing. Perhaps this was one of those moments. At the same time though I was excited; I was horny. I could imagine that her pussy would still be swollen from her fucking; her pussy lips would be redder than usual and of course they would still be wet. It would be a sticky wetness from cum; another man's cum. I wanted to taste it. Jane: I knew that there something wrong with Mark; he was quiet and that was a sign that he was troubled. When he told me that he had dropped by the house I realised that he knew that I had been fucking. I gave him a hug and a kiss and told him that I had been fucking. "Going to tell me about it?" He asked me. I thought about it for a few moments. "It was best he knew all the gory details." I thought, but then I remembered something Alex had told me. "Sometimes it is better having something just for yourself." He had said. "Let the Cuckold know that he has been cuckolded, of course, but keep the details to yourself. Keep him on his toes." I reached down with my hand and held his bulge. "I would sooner keep all the details to myself." I told him. "But you can taste for yourself." I added. Mark dropped to knees and lifted my skirt and reached for the waistband of my panties. My panties had been fresh when I put them on after Rod had left but they weren't now. Mark pulled them down as far as my stocking tops and put his hand under the gusset. "Clean that up as well." I told him. I watched him scoop up the thick, juicy remains with his tongue; watched as he cleaned the crotch of my panties. "That's a good cuck." I told him. "Clean it all up and then clean my pussy." From my panties his tongue moved upwards to my crotch. I pulled his head tight into me as his tongue reached right inside me. I thought about the fucks I had with Rod; recalled feeling his cock throbbing inside me as he released his cum inside me. I came as I stood there. After kissing his cum stained lips I took him upstairs to bed and rolled a condom down his own cum covered shaft. "This is for being a good cuck." I told him as eased myself down on his erection. He didn't last long, a couple of minutes at the most, but he was left satisfied and so was I. Afterwards I slipped the cum filled condom off his cock and held the opening to his lips. Mark drank as if it was nectar from heaven. The Cuckold Journal of Jane & Mark Ch. 11 Mark: Wednesday marked the start of a period of upheaval for me. Apart from it being one day nearer to when Jane would be going away to see Alex, Mick the builder started work on installing the en-suite bathroom. Jane and I had to move a lot of the furniture out into the other spare room and we also had a load of bathroom fittings delivered which we had to find room for and which added to the upheaval. I was also on edge with the prospect of Jane and Mick fucking. He was clearly interested her but she was using it to hers and mine advantage; hounding him about making as little mess as possible as well as getting the job done as quickly as possible. Jane told me that she had mentioned to him that she was having a weekend break on her own and he asked where she was going, hinting that he liked to get away at weekends as well. Jane told him that he would be working this weekend! I knew that it would eventually happen which both excited me and hurt. I knew that someone like him would not normally be her type but she would do it just for the sake of putting me through an emotional roller coaster. On Thursday morning just before I set off to work Jane lifted her skirt in the kitchen to show me that she wasn't wearing any knickers. All she had on under her flared skirt was a pair of black stockings. She gave me a goodbye kiss and told me she would be in later. I had to leave in a state of sexual excitement and jealous pain; I was leaving my wife alone with two builders, both of whom would shag her at the drop of a hat; leaving my wife, who was not wearing any knickers, alone with two men one of whom she had vowed to fuck. The only consolation was that Jane did tell me though that nothing would happen until the work was finished to her satisfaction. "He's not getting into my knickers until it's all finished!" She had told me. Perhaps of little comfort for some but at least I knew that I had a stay of execution. When she did come into work later she was wearing knickers. She reached across me to pick up a faxed message and I slipped my hand up her skirt. "Got some knickers on now hey?" I said to her. She smiled "What sort of a woman do you think I am?" She said. I knew exactly what sort of woman she was and it made it made very hard. Jane: I let Mark off with that little bit of over familiarity as I leant over him. I didn't want him to see Alex's fax just yet but when we got home and had the place to ourselves I did say to him that he shouldn't be taking liberties like that; not without my permission, anyway. Mark looked a little surprised and hurt so I kissed and told him that although I loved him very much he couldn't just touch me like that anymore. "I am not yours to grope whenever you feel like it." I told him as I touched the bulge in his trousers. "Other men can but you can't unless you are invited." All this was part of Alex's training of course. "A good Cuckoldress gets her Cuckold's mindset right as quickly as possible." He told me. "Once a man becomes a cuckold he loses all rights that he had to his wife's body. He should revert to the status he had with her before they became a couple; before they became intimate. If intimacy does take place then it should be as a favour or reward." I told Mark this as I touched him. I knew that he did not like what he was hearing but he was excited all the same. I was learning to handle my husband sternly yet lovingly and with intimacy. There was still a lot to do and a long way to go but we were getting there; slowly but surely we were establishing new foundations. Just to perhaps cement things I asked Mark to shave me. My pussy didn't really need it; there were just a few bristles here and there, but I wanted to feel his touch and more importantly I wanted him to feel me knowing that he would not be able to do anything else. There was also another reason for focusing his mind. When he cleared up I put my skirt back on sat him down at the table with a writing pad and pen and then handed him the fax that Alex had sent earlier that day. Mark: The fax came as a complete shock. I sat and read it over and over again before picking up the pen. "It's just to make things formal and legal." Jane had told me. "I love you very much Mark and I have no intention of ever leaving you and divorcing you but just in case anything goes wrong in the future then I need absolution from any blame because of infidelity." I could see her reasoning. "Why can't I just sign this then?" I asked her. "Because it might not be proper legal evidence." She answered. "It should be in your own handwriting and posted properly to make it legally binding." I had never written a letter to Jane before; sent her lots of emails and texts etc, but never written. With my hand shaking I picked up the pen and began to copy the contents of Alex's fax. "My Darling Jane, We have had a lot of discussions of late about our sexual problems or should I say my sexual problems. I am sorry that I am unable to satisfy you sexually and sorry that it is upsetting for you. I know how much you enjoy and need sex. I do love you very much and know that you feel the same way about me even though I am unable to physically satisfy you. It is unfair that you should continue to suffer in this way and I am therefore writing to you to tell you that I am giving you my permission to seek sexual satisfaction elsewhere. Naturally the thought of thought of you making love with another man is upsetting for me but my inability to give you the sexual satisfaction that you need should not mean that you have to suffer. Of course I understand that this will mean that you will have to date other men and I will not stand in your way. I also understand that you will need privacy as well as your own space and I will also ensure that you get as much of this as you require. If you require me to move out of the marital bedroom on occasions then I will and as well as giving you privacy I will also be courteous to any males that you bring to the marital home. Although I would prefer that the males you seek sexual satisfaction with are neither friends nor business associates, I realise that the choice will be entirely yours. I will therefore not raise any objections to your choice of males neither will I attempt to curtail the frequency of your liaisons with them. You are free to see whom you want and when you want my darling. In allowing you to disregard the fidelity part of our marriage vows I also acknowledge that there may come a time when you might wish to become pregnant with your lover and have his baby. I acknowledge that this is your right. I therefore wish to let you know that should you have a child by another man I will not only allow my name to be put on that child's birth certificate but also help you rear that child as my own. All my Love Mark" I read my letter through and then folded it and put it in the envelope provided by Jane. After addressing the letter I handed it to her post. My hand was still shaking as Jane took it from me and left the room. A few minutes later she returned and kneeled down before me and started to unzip my trousers. I was helpless to stop her as she tugged them down with my boxers and then unwrapped a condom from its packet. For a moment I thought I was going to have a fuck. I wanted to feel the heat from her pussy around my cock; I wanted to feel her tight pussy around me; I wanted that closeness. Jane though had other ideas. "I will have to let Mick use your condoms when he fucks me." She said as she started to move her hand up and down my shaft. "You don't mind do you darling." I was in no position to object. "Are you looking forward to my fucking him?" She asked as her strokes quickened up. I wanted to say no. I wanted to tell her not to fuck him but I couldn't. I was a cuckold, a helpless cuckold. "Was that a 'Yes'? She asked. I groaned. "You know what I would really like don't you?" She asked me. I shook my head. "I would like to see you put the condom on him before he fucks me. Roll it down his big thick shaft and make sure it is on properly" She told me. I felt the first spurt of my cum shoot forth and I looked down and groaned as I saw the teat of the condom filling with white liquid; my white sticky cum. Jane: Friday morning was exciting for me. I was excited that I would be going to see Alex later that day and I was excited that Mark was going to be taking me shopping for some clothes for the weekend. As I had lots of skirts, tops and dresses I would not need much in the way of them but I would need some sexy underwear for the weekend. Yes, I had lots at home too but I wanted something special for Alex, perhaps even to leave a few sets at his place so that they were special to us. Women do have special sets of underwear that they associate with either an occasion or a certain man, I have some for Mark, and I wanted some for Alex. I was also excited to see Mark's letter arrive. Mark met the postman in the driveway as he was leaving for work and he handed it to me. There was a look of foreboding on his face as he handed it over. I did feel a little sorry for him. I knew that in some ways he was handing his life over to me; he was making my cuckolding of him legal and official. I gave him a reassuring kiss and a hug before I hid the letter away. Mark: I suppose that I could have taken the letter to work with me and destroyed it or even hidden it away but I just felt compelled to go back into the house and hand it to her. I knew exactly what I was handing over but I had an enormous erection as I did so. As we kissed Jane pressed herself up against me. She felt it too and I knew that it excited her. Jane followed me into work an hour later and we headed off to the High Street and a particular lingerie shop. The last time we had been there I had walked around with her and she had taken items off the rail and quietly asked me if I thought Alex would like it or not but she didn't this time. She made her choices without consulting me and when she finished she handed me the basket for me to take to the checkout for payment. The young girl was smiling and chatty as she took each item from their hanger and neatly folded and placed then inside a carrier bag. "Having a romantic break?" She asked. "Yes I am." Jane said. "Hmm nice." The girl replied without looking up. It seemed the girl had not heard exactly what Jane had said. Yes, Jane was having a romantic break, a romantic weekend away actually but I wasn't. I would be alone at home with the children and she would be with her lover. I felt quite sad as I walked back to the car with her and carrying the bag was also a little humiliating. Five bra and panties sets; a couple of Basques; two suspender belts and half a dozen pairs of stockings plus two baby doll nightie sets was the haul. This was the part of my cuckolding that I found hard to come to terms with. Having her with me while she cuckolded me was one thing but having her away from home with her lover was something quite different. With having the workmen at the house going back and forth it was difficult to talk but Jane managed to shower and change and supervise my packing of her suitcase. Before we left we kissed and hugged and then I took her to the rail station. There followed more hugs and kisses as she got onto the train and then came the sadness of watching the train slowly disappear from view. Jane: I did feel bad about leaving Mark and the children. I knew that Mark was hurting. I did at one stage nearly change my mind. I knew that I could have rang Alex and got him to come over instead but I also knew that this had to be done. Alex had said "A good Cuckoldress should make her sexual independence a priority very early in the relationship. The Cuckoldress should also establish that she was sleeping with other men for her sexual satisfaction and not for her husband's. The fact that the husband received sexual enjoyment from her infidelity was a by-product of cuckolding. The Cuckoldress must have times alone with her lovers without the presence of her husband and perhaps sometimes without even his knowledge. The Cuckoldress is a free spirit and she should be allowed to flourish as such." As I sat on the train I contemplated this. A few weeks ago would I have been sat on a train journeying to a lover? Would I have been thinking about all the things I would be doing with him? Would I have been thinking about how, once he had closed his door behind us, I would fall to my knees and unbuckle his pants; how I would release his cock and take it in my mouth; how I would show him just how much I had missed his lovely big cock? Of course, I wouldn't have. I would be playing the part of a good wife and mother. I could feel myself getting damp from the erotic thoughts I was having so picked up my magazine. It was as I looked up at it that I noticed a well dressed male looking at me from a few seats down the carriage. We were both on the outer seats so in view of each other. Actually he wasn't looking at me he was looking at my legs or should I say trying to look up my skirt. I wasn't exactly wearing a short one but I did have stockings on and I wondered if, when I had sat down, I might have inadvertently flashed at him. It was easily done. He hadn't noticed me look at him so I looked away and concentrated on my magazine. I decided to have some fun with him and uncrossed my legs. I made it look casual as I kept them slightly apart. I glanced in his direction. His tongue was practically hanging out of his mouth. I watched him shift uncomfortable in his seat and I looked away again. It didn't take a genius to know that he had an erection. I pretended to be engrossed in my magazine and let my thighs part a little more. I guessed that he could now see the crotch of my red panties above my stocking tops, I glanced up in his direction again and the look on his face confirmed this. I wondered about his cock. I wondered what it looked like. Was it big and thick like Alex's or was average like Mark's? I relaxed my legs a little more. I knew that I was behaving like a slut; behaving like some common whore but I couldn't help it. This new found freedom I had; this new found freedom of being a Cuckoldress was changing me. I was free to do as I please, more or less. The part of the freedom I enjoyed most was that freedom to arouse. A few weeks ago I wouldn't have dreamed of thinking this way but I could now. Why shouldn't I arouse another man if I wanted to? Why shouldn't I think about other men's cocks? Men had had the freedom to think about other women's genitals since the start of time and it was acceptable so why wasn't it acceptable for women to think the same way? My thoughts took me to my destination. As we pulled into the station I saw Alex standing there waiting for me. Once the train pulled to a halt he rushed over and opened the door for me and took my case before helping me down. We kissed passionately oblivious to everyone and everything around us. "I need a fuck." I whispered to him. "That's good because you are going to get one anyway whether you wanted one or not!" He replied. I kissed him again and pressed myself against him. He was ready. As we walked away hand in hand I glanced back at the carriage and saw the man I had aroused staring in our direction. It didn't take a genius to know that he was wishing that he was holding my hand instead of Alex and taking me off to give me a good hard fucking.