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The Cuckold

By: English Bob



Yes, that's me. A member of that ever growing group of men whose wives stray on a regular basis. Helen and I have been married for several years and, right from the start, I knew that there was never going to be a way to stop her going with other Men. A strong woman, my wife, she knows what she wants and usually gets it. A little younger than myself, her 5ft 10 height and voluptuous figure make her an imposing sight. Her blonde hair, deep blue eyes and pretty face ensure that she is never short of male admirers. 

Of course, I knew all this when I married her and so there would be no point in complaining even had I wanted to. But really I don't want to. The situation suits me just fine! At least, the situation did suit me just fine - recently, that situation has changed a little.

Ordinarily, I would be quite happy to wait for Helen to return from a night out on the town and then relate to me all the details of the man (or sometimes men) she'd picked up. I'd lie there in bed enthralled as she spared me no detail: the size of his manhood; where they had done it; the type of intercourse they had enjoyed - oral, anal, vaginal etc. - these were just some of my unasked questions that were so graphically answered.

But then one afternoon we had a huge row. I called her a slut and a whore (nasty, I know, but I thought a fair assessment!) And she inevitable retaliated citing my inaptitude in the bedroom.

"I know how to fuck!" I exclaimed, my pride stung painfully. "It's just difficult with a slut like you!"

"Don't you dare call me a slut!" She retaliated, "only men that can make me cum can call me a slut! When was the last time you performed well enough to give me an orgasm, you pathetic wimp?"

I was crushed. She'd hit the button that she knew would cause me the most pain. It was true of course, apart from me being "under average" in the size department, Helen had never climaxed with me. I doubted if any of the very few women I had been with had either. Helen could see she'd won the argument. Her voice became softer, more compassionate

"Look, I know its not entirely your fault, but you don't have to have a big dick to make a woman cum, you know?" As I looked at Helen, her face seemed to light up with an idea.

"I know," she continued, "what you need is to be shown how to fuck properly. And I think I know just the man!"

I was still mortified and didn't much like the direction in which this conversation was heading.

"I'm not about to go to a sex education class for anyone!" I yelled

"Phil, you're missing the point. Don't you want to make me happy?"

"Yes, of course I do, but -"

"No buts, no excuses. Let me organise this for us," Helen was calm and serene, almost whispering. "You already know I go with other men, I've never made a secret of it, have I? All I'm proposing is that, instead of me telling you what happened, you see for yourself and learn from it!"

There it was. Her idea laid out plain and simple: Watch her have sex with another man. Helen could see my hesitation and once again her voice returned to that of a harsh orator.

"You must do this, Philip. It's the only way to save our marriage. If you refuse, then I'm gone."

By the time that I realised my lack of choices, Helen was already dialling her latest lover's number.

The situation had been explained to Carl as clearly and succinctly as it had been explained to me and he was already on his way over. The butterflies in the pit of my stomach fluttered as I waited in the spare room, with Helen, for his arrival. To say that I was nervous would have been understating my feelings hugely. I found it difficult to keep still and kept crossing and uncrossing my legs as I sat in the high backed chair that had been arranged for me close to the bed. Helen, of course, was as calm and collected as always. She had prepared herself for Carl with a long, luxurious bath followed by the careful application of her make-up and the adornment of an expensive perfume. This completed, wearing only a pair of thong panties, she lay on the bed awaiting Carl's arrival.

"That's okay, Phil, you can look at my tits." she said as she noticed me staring at her heavy breasts. She had been idly circling the nipples with her fingers, leaving them perky and a little swollen

My heart nearly missed a beat when I heard the front door open and close. It seemed that Carl had his own key. A brief stab of jealousy stung me as I briefly wondered how many times my wife and her lover had made love in my house; in my home; probably in my bed!

Panic and bile rose in my throat as I listened to the heavy footfalls enter the lounge downstairs and the tinkle of glass as Carl obviously helped himself to my drinks cabinet.

"Undress down there, Carl," Helen called breaking the eerie silence, "Come to me naked, honey!"

There was no response from Helen's lover but only another few minutes of still silence. The apprehension was almost driving me insane and, as I once again heard footsteps, this time padding on the stair carpet, my panic returned. On several occasions I thought about calling a halt to the whole thing, but the thought of losing Helen caused me to bite my lip and remain reticent.

Slowly the bedroom door swung open. I didn't know which way to look; half of me wanted to get up and run out of the house screaming, but the other half wanted to see what this man was like. The second half won through!

As I forced my eyes towards the open door, Carl stood framed in the half light from the thin drape that covered the single window. He was a big man. Standing at least 6ft 6, he seemed to make the whole room look small. The muscles in his arms and legs were well proportioned if not exactly bulging and his flat stomach together with his height gave him the impression of being slim and wiry.

Helen smiled as he entered, standing to greet him. As the two embraced lustfully I suddenly became aware of Carl's cock. Not massive, but again, well proportioned, it hung heavily between his legs and twitched every now and then as the couple kissed deeply.

No words were being spoken by the lovers, but I had the distinct impression that my education had already begun. Carl's hands roamed my wife's body gently and lightly. They sought out her breasts, her nipples and manipulated the hot buds with a lavish adoration. He spent time and effort coaxing them to hard, stiff points of flesh and I heard Helen begin to moan appreciatively. Leaving one hand at her breast, he let the fingers of the other drift over her body tracing idle patterns with his fingernails and causing more moans and shivers to come from my wife. His digits flitted lightly across the flesh of her buttocks and then around to caress her inner thighs. 

I could clearly see that Carl's cock was now hard and throbbing as he continued his exploration of my wife's body, teasing and tempting her with his experienced fingers. Helen's panties now seemed to obstruct him and so, slipping his fingers expertly into the waistband, he eased the garment slowly down her legs until they pooled around her feet. With a deft movement, but still locked to her lovers lips, Helen stepped out of her underwear and stepped astride, opening her legs to encourage further investigation of her most private area.

I heard my wife's voice as she cried out in ecstasy as Carl's thumb began to rotate gently over her clitoris. Again he took his time, holding her close and barely touching the rapidly hardening source of her excitement. His fingers and thumb worked expertly at her pussy while the other hand continued caressing her breasts. I could see her legs begin to tremble and shake and could hear the now almost constant moaning and sighing sounds that passed her lips. Carl could obviously sense her building climax as well, and picked her up in his arms and, still kissing her deeply, laid her gently on the bed.

Immediately she was on the bed, Helen let her legs fall open thus allowing her lover full and uninterrupted access to her vagina.

"Do it, Carl," she breathed huskily, "I'm nearly there, baby!"

Carl responded efficiently and continued to work her clitoris with his thumb rotating a little faster with every moment. I watched fascinated as he slipped two fingers into her open pussy and began to pump slowly. Within a few moments these fingers were joined by a third that slid easily into my wife's anus. The effect was like an electric shock to Helen's system. Her back arched deeply and her hips rose a foot from the bed as she climaxed loudly. I was certain that her cries of ecstasy could be heard for miles around. But Carl kept fingering her mercilessly through the orgasm. Using the copious sex fluid that was oozing from her vagina as a lubricant, he continued to thrust his fingers into both her holes while she thrashed and writhed in her euphoria.

As Helen, now delightfully sated, descended from her massive climax, she looked straight at me. She didn't speak, she didn't need to. I could see the meaning in her expression; the brief lesson was complete.

This part of my education may have finished, but I could see from the highly excited state of Carl's cock that he was far from satisfied. With a crooking of her middle finger, my exhausted wife beckoned him over. She reached out and, firmly but gently, grasped her lover's shaft. I watched his eyes close in bliss and a moan of excitement escape his lips as her fingers closed around the throbbing appendage and squeezed gently. Nearer and nearer he moved towards her until the twitching tip of his penis was almost touching her lips. I watched in awe as her pink tongue darted out and gently licked the underside of his glans causing the tall man to groan deep in his throat. 

Helen's red lips parted slowly as her lover pressed urgently forward. Inch my inch I saw the inflamed flesh slide into her oral cavern accompanied by deep guttural moans from Carl. Deeper and deeper she swallowed him down, her fingers lightly cupping his heavy balls and playing with them, teasing them.

"That's it, my little slut, suck me deep...mmmmm, you feel so good, so hot.....I'm gonna cum real soon baby...oh yeah!"

The word "slut" rang through my mind as I watched Carl begin to face-fuck my wife. Sawing his cock in and out of her mouth, I could see him trying to push at the entrance to her throat. His cock looked way to big to be able to fit into her windpipe but, with a quick adjustment to her position, Helen swallowed hard and I could clearly see the shape of her lover's tool outlined in her throat.

Another few more moments of this extreme pleasure was obviously all Carl could withstand and, with a bellow of triumph, he jerked his cock from the confines of my wife's oesophagus and released the contents of his testicles in several explosive eruptions. Within a few short seconds, Helen's face was awash with semen. The sticky fluid dripped from the corners of her mouth, from her nose and from her chin. Streaks of cum adorned her blonde tresses and droplets were collecting on her breasts and nipples.

"Clean me up, Phil" she gasped, while Carl stood back proudly admiring his work.

At first I was uncertain as to her meaning, but then the light dawned. I was ready and willing. The sight that I had just witnessed was the single most erotic sight of my life and, at that point, I would have done anything to thank my wife for sharing it with me.

I was up from my chair immediately and crouching over my wife's stained body. Her lover's cum was trickling down her belly towards her still open and wet pussy and this was where I started. Extending my tongue I began to lap gingerly at the manly liquid. The taste surprised me: a little salty but really quite pleasant. I licked up more and worked my way down Helen's body to where her legs were still well spread. Her clitoris continued to protrude like a small penis and I sucked on it happily rotating my tongue as I had seen Carl rotate his fingers. The effect was immediate and explosive. Helen's legs clamped shut around my head and her pussy seemed to drag me in further and further until I feared I might suffocate. Her orgasm seemed to last for ever as she writhed in ecstasy above me and forced me to lick her until my jaw ached painfully.

Finally, Helen's climax abated and her legs relaxed. I gasped in great lungfuls of air as I surfaced from between her legs to see the smiling faces of my wife and her lover looking down at me. Carl was now fully dressed and ready to leave.

"He may not know how to fuck, but he can sure eat pussy!" the tall man exclaimed as he left the room laughing.

But he was right, I thought to myself. We must each play to our strengths - and mine was obviously eating pussy. 

At least now I can give my wife the orgasms that she so often craves. I feel more like a man for this new-found ability but, even though this may be where my few talents lie, nothing now turns me on more than to watch my wife fucking another man. A true Cuckold!

The Cuckold



I met Roxanne in college. We were lovers for years, and when it became obvious that we could find no mates that were equal—we married. We have always been experimental, but we never actually entered into the swinging lifestyle. Being educated, we have read works like the Kama Sutra and it has enhanced our lovemaking. Recently we read Molière's "L'École des femmes" and the diaries of Leopold von Sacher-Masoch and I became intrigued with the idea of cuckoldry as a fetish. My role was not as a submissive, but more as an alpha male crafting and directing our fantasy.

After talking about it at length, we decided to seduce a younger man together. It took several nights of touring clubs, but eventually we found the perfect playmate. He was young, intelligent, broad minded, and my wife winked at me after dancing slow with him a number of times, confirming that he was apparently well endowed. After several drinks and a late dinner, I became convinced this was the perfect man for our fantasy. Roxanne was a constant tease, and it was obvious he was both aroused, but appropriately cautious. We both tortured him at the table with innuendo and suggestive glances. Finally, I decide it was time to really get things moving. At one point Roxanne was practically sitting in his lap, and he kept looking at me as if asking for permission. I leaned over and stared him in the eye for a moment. "Mark, would you like to fuck my wife?"

He cleared his throat and looked away. Roxanne grabbed a hold of his chin and forced his face back into my gaze. She leaned into him and nibbled his ear. "I want to fuck you, Mark, but you have to ask my husband for permission first."

Mark paused for a moment. I could see him trying to fight through the fog and struggle with the situation. He wasn't sure how to proceed. His lack of control was arousing me. Roxie knew exactly what I wanted and I watched as her hand snaked down into his lap and began stroking his cock through his pants under the table. "Please, Mark. I need you to fuck me, really hard, but you have to get his permission first."

"Uhhm. . .Ron. . .may I. . .may I fuck. . ." He looked down at his lap and closed his eyes for a moment as Roxie was now tugging at his stiff cock through the fabric of his trousers. After a moment, he regained his composure and looked at her with a frantic smile and then at me, "Ron, please let me fuck your wife."

"You may fuck my wife, Mark, but there are conditions. The first of which is that I will be in the room the entire time. I will not be acting. I will only be watching. Secondly . .."

I continued to present the rules for play that Roxanne and I had agreed upon. Mark agreed to all of them. By this time his brain was deprived of the blood that was now surging in his manhood. Roxanne left to go up to our room, and Mark and I remained in the hotel bar for a moment to have a drink and give her time to get ready for us.

When we arrived in the room, she had transformed what was already an elegant hotel room into a lover's lair complete with soft red lamps, candles, and silk. Roxanne was dressed in my favorite lingerie. It was all black lace. She had on thigh-high black stockings and spiked, black heels that showed off her shapely legs. I saw her excitement immediately as her nipples were pushing through the mesh of her bra. Her hair was pulled up in an elegant style that hinted at sexy, but sophisticated. One curled lock dangled suggestively over her left eye. Externally I was as calm as a rock, but my mind was whirling and I was very nervous. I went over to the ice bucket and poured us each a flute of Asti Spumante and made a toast, "To new friends."

Mark barely sipped his, and licked his lips unable to take his eyes of Roxie. She was fixing him with a similar dark and lusty stare and licked the tip of her glass suggestively. I took my seat at the edge of the bed in the ornately carved, wooden dining chair that was placed at the end of the bed. It had a plush, red-velvet cushioned seat and back. It resembled a king's throne. I didn't remember that chair being there before, and knew that Roxanne had phone down and requested it from the concierge. It was her subtle way of acknowledging whom her king was, even though she was about to fuck this young stud.

I made myself comfortable and motioned for them to begin. Roxie glided over to Mark and coolly wrapped around him with a sleek and seductive kiss. It was like she was a different woman. Calm, in control, elegant yet somehow very slutty. She took him by the hand and led him to the bed and began to undress him from the top down taking her time. I could see him looking at her legs as she walked over to the dresser to stack his folded jacket and shirt. "Do you like what you see, Mark?" I leered at him.

He nodded at me, clearing his throat nervously. I teased him some more. "Just remember that she is my wife, and she wouldn't even glance at you unless I permitted it. You are blessed that I consider you worthy enough to fuck her."

That was the last thing I said as I motioned to Roxie to take over the scene and I settled back into the chair to enjoy the show she was putting on just for me.

Roxanne returned to Mark and reached up around his neck and kissed him. I could see her tongue sneaking into his mouth. His hands were stroking her back and then down to her shapely rump. I was already very excited and couldn't wait to see how this went. They continued kissing for a moment. Her hands swirled over his tan and muscular chest and she rested her head against his shoulder looking around him to me and mouthed the words "thank you" at me.

I watched with excitement as her hand drifted down from his bare chest to the belt of his pants. She tugged at it playfully a few times before slipping her hand further south. Soon her fingers were rubbing the rise in his trousers and she began stroking his cock through his pants. I could see the bulge already growing in there. After a short while, she knelt before him and began to unfasten his pants very slowly, fixing him with a wicked smile. He closed his eyes unable to return her look and she turned to me and winked. When his trousers fell to the floor, I could see his stiffening cock protruding from his boxers. She teased him a bit, nibbling on his cock through his boxers, and then looked at me and asked, "Are you enjoying this?" I smiled at her, but when he turned to me he saw only my mask of no placid calm.

She pulled his underwear down and slowly licked his balls with the tip of her tongue. I heard him take a sudden, sharp breath as soon as her tongue touched his balls. Slowly, she ran her tongue upwards to the tip of his cock. She kept her palms on his thighs the whole time, and I watched my beautiful wife worship this stranger's cock. Occasionally, she would sneak a peak at me with those enquiring brown eyes. I smiled at her to let her know how much she was pleasing me, but returned to my stone demeanor whenever Mark would look at me. 

Roxanne continued teasing Mark relentlessly. The poor young man looked like he was about to explode as she picked up the pace, licking, stroking, and nibbling his scrotum. I enjoyed looking at his face, and watching him try to summon his control as my wife had him completely in her power. Mark was shuddering on his feet and his eyes were clamped shut. He was attempting to breath deeply to relax, but with each lick Roxie took of his cock and balls his breath whistled in and out sharply. I doubted that he even remembered that I was in the room at the moment. Roxanne looked over at me for permission to suck his cock and I knew she wanted to deep throat him. I gestured to her to continue and she opened her mouth and took him in. He was very large and at first she struggled with his thick length. He pushed a little and I knew it had finally hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly and he started to apologize and back out of her mouth. I smiled as Roxie slapped his ass and grabbed and pulled him again deep into her mouth gurgling on his thick cock. It actually excited her to choke while giving head. Before long, her jaw opened and gullet accommodated his size and soon she was not only deepthroating him, but doing it in long and rapid drafts. Soon he was rocking on his feet and thrusting into her mouth. He began fucking her face and she moaned with excitement loving every moment of it. She never lost a beat and continued to suck in everything he could give her. A long trail of spit and pre-cum was hanging off of her chin.

She gurgled and hummed around his meat and he finally began to give the tell tale signs of impending orgasm. He was holding his breath, and his face was turning red. Roxanne grabbed his cock at the base and gave one last fierce suck and he came. She knows that my ultimate fantasy includes seeing a guy cum in her mouth and watching a huge load of cum dripping out over her lips and down on her body. Mark did not disappoint us. His load was copious. Ropes and ropes of cum erupted from his cock and her lipstick was streaking from the onslaught. Soon a mixture of make-up, spit and cum was all over her chin and drooping down like exotic jewelry. She continued licking him for a while. I loved watching her dribble and play with the fluids that covered her smiling face. It was better than any pornographic film I have ever watched.

She excused herself to the bathroom and Mark fell to the bed, exhausted. She returned and gently wiped him clean with a steamy towel. I could see that she cleaned herself up before returning as well. I took great pride in seeing him laying there on the bed, completely spent after having the most amazing blow job of his life. I had taught her how to do that, and it gave me great pride.

Playtime had only started. Roxanne finished making him fresh and removed the rest of his clothing. What I found amusing was that this time she didn't undress him gently. She removed a shoe, and tossed it over her back. The other one followed slapping against the wall of the hotel room. His shirt came off next and then his socks were pulled from his feet and flung in different directions, then she stripped her lingerie off and tossed the pile of lace across the room as if they were obstacles to be dashed. She started in kissing him deeply and pushed both of their bodies roughly to the pillows. She broke the kiss abruptly and sprung like a cat to his lap and started stroking and teasing his cock again. Once again she teased him, kissing, sucking, nibbling on his body. It did not take long for him to respond. Roxanne was an accomplished lover and knew how to stoke a man even beyond human limits. After a while, he began to get erect again. Roxanne then returned his stiff cock to her hot mouth. I was seated at the foot of the bed, and she was going down on him, so all I could see was her face framed by her dark wild hair and his cock disappearing into her hungry mouth. She was bent over him, but facing me. Her sexy eyes gazed at me as she sucked his cock and I almost came sitting there in the chair watching her.

It took a while, but he finally got rock hard again. She reached and found a condom and opened it, then gently applied it to him using her mouth. Once it was in place, she slid her leg over him and with a nudge, sat down on his cock. I could see it going into her pussy. She even arched her back so I had a better view. Roxanne does not ride a cock--she dances on it. She does not merely hump up and down, but rather slides, twists, and twirls along the length of a cock in a complicated, lusty tango. While I knew this from personal experience, my knowledge was only tactile. Now I saw it for the visual beauty that it also was. She truly is a work of art in motion. I could tell she was going to cum. She sat straight up and began deeply grinding on him. She rocked back and forth cooing and murmuring and her face grew flushed with excitement and pink blotches rose on skin of her arms as she grabbed onto Mark plunged down and against him.

Watching her cum with this stranger's cock inside her made me erect and I had to stop from muttering about my excitement.

After she came, he rolled her over and took her from behind. I moved my chair to the side so that I could watch her face as he pounded into her. His cock jumped in and out of her and she fucked him back with reckless abandon telling us how much she loved it. Roxie's lips formed a shuddering "O" as she bent down for leverage and fucked back at his thrusting hips. I could tell they were getting tired from the furious fucking. 

Eventually, his pace quickened, his thrusts grew shorter, and he closed his eyes, and his body shuddered. Roxie sensed it too and pulled away from him. She wrapped her fingers around his thick cock and ripped the condom from his throbbing penis. She gripped his cock tightly in both hands and rubbed the tip against her lips, chin and cheek. She licked it several times and Mark shouted that he couldn't take anymore and she released his red cock from her tight fingers and cum exploded out in a lava river that splashed on her neck and chest. She caught the second and third ropes inside her mouth and O stood and commanded her to give him a snowball. Before he could object, I watched as Roxie enveloped him with a deep, lusty french kiss and deposited his own cum back into his mouth, twirling his tongue with hers so he could not spit it out, then she sucked the slurry back into her own mouth. She turned to me and showed me what was left and then threw her head back and swallowed it. Then she turned back to us both and showed us that she had taken it all. I stood and handed Mark his clothes and told him to get dressed and get the hell out, because he had only gotten my wife started and that she needed to now be fucked by a real man. Roxie blew him a kiss and led me into the bathroom where we showered together and made love for hours.



The Cuckold



I love my job. I'm one of those lucky ones who gets paid for something they enjoy doing. Nice work if you can get it... and believe me... I can.

Take this as a case in point...

It was just a neat, respectable suburban street, neatly lined with acacia trees, but nothing out the ordinary in stockbroker belt land. The cars in the drives of the mainly detached houses were Beamers, Mercs, the odd Lexus and the ubiquitous 4x4.

The couple let me in. After a few pleasantries and a brief chat about what they wanted and what I did and what it was going to cost them, we had a drink to loosen us all up. I didn't come cheap neither -- or maybe that should be "cum" cheap. Well I've got one of those nice little Porsche Boxter jobs to maintain. Well, I'm a good-looking guy on the up, so I like to treat myself now and again. I'm only 28 so I've got time on my side, you know, like I figured on making a few bob at this lark then maybe move into property (yeah, I know it's a fucking pun!) in a couple of years.

Perhaps I ought to explain. I suppose you might call me a gigolo of sorts, but my speciality is cuckolding the husband. Don't ask me? Why this should get the rocks off some couples and blokes in particular beats me. The bloke seems to enjoy being humiliated, seeing some other guy fuck his wife, and the wife seems to enjoy ramming it right down his throat (yeah, I know), you know, like they seem to be really turned on by being fucked in front of their pathetic little hubbies.

Anyways up, there was nothing spectacular about these two, other than that they were loaded. But then everyone in this street was. The guy was a bit of a mouse, kind of scared of his own bleedin' shadow. His missus was taller than he was, good-looking, blonde, nice legs too. Bit on the flat side, but hey..! I was getting paid, right? A job's a job. She had class though, what you might call sophisticated. But I kind of got the impression she was more up for it than he was. Well, it happens occasionally.

"So Mrs Hunt, you'd like to be ravished in front of your husband, would you?"

"Please, call me Melanie."

They looked at each other and smiled. Well, that was okay then. I reckon we were on for a good night.

Now what they were after was dressing hubby up in women's clothes and tying him to a chair. Then me and his missus was meant to humiliate him, you know, like calling him 'limp dick', 'useless fucking wanker', that sort of thing. Then I was to fuck the arse off his beloved right in front of him. As I said, don't ask me, right? I'm only here to do the job. 

So we dressed him up in ladies clothes - hers, including her frilly underwear, all bleedin' Janet Raeger stuff too. We made him wear a bra complete with falsies. Once we'd put the lippy on and the make-up and the blonde wig he looked quite fetching, a nice-looking sissy. I tell you, he looked real good once we finished with him, almost gave me a hard-on. No... only joking. We tied him to a straight-back chair in the centre of the room using some old pairs of tights. Then Melanie took her drawers off, stepping out of them with a nice little shimmy, and started teasing him, making him sniff them (that really made me laugh) and then gagging him with them. We gave him some shit about his little cock, not that he was too badly off in that department, it's just that he wanted us to. So we told him his useless little dick was only good for pee-holes, plus we start making fun of his crap performances in the bedroom. Melanie really lays into him... "You useless prick, Mike. You can never get it right up and when you do, I can't feel anything. You've never made me cum. I always have to do it myself."

I gave her a little clap, cos it was such a good performance. I tell you, she was a right little actress, old Melanie. Poor chap, it was such a shame. But it kind of turned me on as well hearing her give him shit while he squirmed about in that chair.

I started undressing Melanie slowly and methodically in front of him. This was one thing I was really good at, undressing a woman. No fumble fingers. No way! I made sure he watched me taking liberties with her body, feeling her tits and arse, fingering her lovely cunny which was all lovely and sticky by now, starting to get nice and slick. I made her lie back on the floor in front of him, and to draw her knees up towards her waist with her legs apart. I arranged a cushion under her arse so that with the extra angle of elevation we could both see her lovely hairy pussy (not a real blonde though) and arsehole at the same time. Lovely! I parted her lips and moved to the side so that her husband could get a good view of me fingering her wet pussy. He squirmed around again and I felt my knob twitch. I swear it.

Then it was my turn to undress and show him what a real cock was like... eight and a half inches of blue-veined, ivory gristle. I posed in front of him, tormenting him with it, squeezing it to make it look bigger.

After a while I tucked my hand inside his panties and played with his cock, teasing him, continually ridiculing him about his lack of manhood. He became fully erect in my hand. He was visibly embarrassed about it, but he couldn't help his hard-on while I played with him. That pleased me greatly. I considered wanking him off in front of Melanie, but after only a couple of playful strokes, decided to leave him to his own devices and invention, which wasn't much.

If I'm in the right mood and I like the look of a bloke I sometimes suck him off in front of his missus, particularly if he's got an aversion to gays, just to increase his humiliation. The ladies love it. You'd be amazed how many women fantasize about their husband getting blown by another man. No matter how much the man is against it, I can always make him cum in the end. Sometimes I'll share his cum with his missus in a big French kiss. But as I said, I got to be in the right mood.

She laughed and started fingering herself. I ordered her to kneel in front of me and suck me off. She didn't need any encouragement to come to heel.

"You see, Mr Hunt," I taunted, cruelly, "how your wife prefers a real man, not a sissy with a tiny prick like yours. She loves my cock, don't you, honey?" She looked at me, all wide-eyed and cheeks bulging and nodded her approval."

I would love to have cum in her mouth but I really wanted to save myself for her slippery pussy and her snug arsehole, so I stopped her and ordered her onto all fours facing hubby. Now I gave her a real good ball-slapping fuck, alternating between her cunt and arsehole.

"Look at us, Mr Hunt," I gasped, trying to get my breath. "We're having such a lovely time at your expense (money out of his wallet). Aren't you pleased for us? Huff! I guess we feel sorry for you, but not enough to ruin our enjoyment. Your wife is a (puff!) sumptuous fuck, I promise you. It's a shame for you, you can't do (huff!) anything to stop us. Ah well, I suppose you'll just have to grin and bare it. Watch carefully, though, you still might learn something. (huff, fucking puff!)"

And soon I was shooting my white pearls right up her arse while I masturbated her to a superb climax and hubby looked on. You know, something, I swear I saw tears in his eyes. Either that, or he was a bleedin' good actor.

When it was all over he thanked me for giving Melanie such a good fucking... well, he did after Melanie squeezed his balls to remind him. Then we untied him. 

"Let that be a lesson to you, old chum." I said. "That's how you should treat a lady. Now you really must try to be a good little sissy-boy in future, or we'll have to do this all over again! Next time I may have to cane you. Six of the best if you don't buck up!"

It never ceases to amaze me what a husband/wife will pay me to humiliate and cuckold him in his own home. What is it with these guys? Lucky I enjoy my work. I love fucking their wives in front of them, that's the best part, while they look on all helpless and pathetic, it such a turn-on. And they always pay up, that's another best part. Actually that's even better than the other best part. "I've fucked your missus, now pay up, you bastard!" Be seeing you. Ho-hum!