25 comments/ 40931 views/ 17 favorites The Joy of Cuckolding Ch. 01 By: poisonedapple7 Kylie was bored. Not just for a minute, or an hour, or even a day; Kylie was bored of her whole life. She'd thought she had everything she wanted: a rich husband who adored her, a nice car, extra money to spend, and the freedom from work. After Steve got the promotion at work, He'd insisted that she stay at home and become a woman of leisure. At first she'd been thrilled, she hated her job. Even now she didn't want to go to work, but she was bored with sitting at home. She idly flicked on the television and browsed through the channels without paying much attention - par for the course in this house, she thought bitterly. Steve was so busy at work now her barely noticed her even when he was home, which wasn't often. They hadn't had sex in months, and while she hadn't missed his pathetic, gasping attempts at sex, at least she'd usually been able to get herself off while his dick was in her. She thought longingly of her college days, when she'd slept with whoever she liked and orgasms were a daily routine. Turning the tv off, she wandered out the pool outside. She pulled off her robe to reveal her toned and tanned bikini-clad body, and lowered herself into the lounge chair, splaying her long blonde hair out behind her head. She might as well work on her tan for a while, she still had hours to go before her pedicure appointment and then scheduled dinner with Steve. She was not looking forward to it. He was soooo boring. All he ever talked about anymore was work, never her. As if she even understood half his work. Bored with tanning already, she rose from the chair and dove into the pool, swimming underwater from one end down to the other. She surfaced near the edge, shoving her wet hair back from her face. "Uh... Mrs. Smithson?" She turned at the sound of the voice, and saw Danny. Oh, right. It was Thursday. Pool cleaning day. "Hey, Danny, don't mind me," she smiled at him, "I'm just getting out." Pulling herself out of the water and rising, she caught him staring at her body. He blushed when she met his eye and turned away. Poor kid, she thought. So young and naïve. Danny had just started his freshman year of college and cleaned pools in the neighborhood to pay for tuition. He wasn't bad to look at either, if you liked that lean look. Privately Kylie preferred bigger muscles, but what did it matter, she was stuck with Steve, whose soft middle section was getting pudgier every day. "Ok, Mrs. Smithson, I'll just start down at this end." He was on his knees checking the ph levels or whatever it was poolboys checked, but Kylie saw him still sneaking glances at her, especially her large breasts. She smiled to herself, feeling slightly foolish but basking in the admiration, and slicked water from her body with her hands, pretending not to notice his gaze. "I think I'm going to stay out and work on my tan a little longer, Danny. Just let me know if I'm in your way." The boy nodded mutely and she smiled to herself again. She started to lie down on her back, but stopped. No reason not to have a little fun. She rolled over onto her stomach, untying the bikini strings in the back. She made a great show of settling in to get comfortable, adjusting her breasts and tossing her head about so they nearly rose up off the towel. Catching Danny staring with an open mouth from the corner of her eye, she laughed a little, and settled down, deciding to behave. Danny went about his work. After she'd been laying under the hot sun for a while, Kylie began to feel thirsty. She sat up to get a cold drink, forgetting about her bare breasts until it was too late. Hastily she covered herself, but Danny had already gotten an eyeful. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Smithson, I didn't mean to!" the boy apologized to the cement in front of him, refusing to look up. Kylie couldn't say what came over her then. Perhaps it was the boredom. Maybe it was her need for attention. She didn't know, but one minute she was covering herself and the next she was striding over to Danny, pulling her bikini top completely off and letting her breasts swing free. The boy looked up, aghast, his eyes never leaving her breasts. She smiled at him. "What do you think, Danny? Not too bad for a woman my age?" She cupped them in her hands to emphasize her point. Danny's mouth dropped open. Pleased with his reaction, she gently ran her thumbs over her nipples, teasing them until they stood up stiff. "Mmm," she moaned. "Do you want to touch them?" The boy looked scared. "It's ok, this isn't a trap." Cautiously he reached out a hand, his finger brushing her pert nipples and then gliding around to the sides. He ran his hands underneath, feeling the weight of her breasts in his hands. His fingers slipped back to the nipples. "Oh, that feels so nice," sighed Kylie. "You're getting me so turned on." Emboldened, she took his hand and slipped it under the bikini, pressing his fingers into her pussy so he could feel how wet she was already. She was spurred to even more lust as his fingers eagerly began to explore her. She hadn't been touched in so long... "Fuck me, Danny," she said. "I want you to fuck me with your cock." * Steve stared in horror out at the scene unfolding at the pool. He'd come home early to surprise Kylie, a bouquet of roses and bottle of champagne in his hand. The roses slipped to the ground as he watched through the sliding glass door, but he had the presence of mind to hang onto the champagne. The pool boy was fingering his wife, and what's more, she seemed to like it! This was no rape. He'd been ready to call the police, certain she was being assaulted, until he'd noticed her arms hanging loose and free by her sides, her head thrown back with her eyes closed, the way she seemed to be smiling at him. She wanted this. She was pulling down her bikini bottoms and bending over the chair, her ass temptingly displayed. The pool boy was behind her instantly, slipping down his swimming trunks and plunging into Steve's wife. It was obvious from the way she threw her head back and thrust her ass against him she was loving it. Steve had never seen his wife while she was fucking like this. It was kind of hot, actually. He felt himself growing hard as he watched her tits jiggle every time the pool boy shoved himself back into her. He should be going out there, punching the pool boy, screaming at his wife. But instead, Steve pulled out his hard-on and started to rub himself. Kylie's hands were busy between her legs now, and even though he loved the feeling in the bedroom, it was even hotter to watch her from a distance. He could practically feel her warm pussy around his cock as the pool boy fucked her. It was amazing to watch her like this. Steve pumped himself harder. God, his wife was so fucking sexy this way. How had he never known? Kylie suddenly yelled and her back arched back as her legs clamped together and Steve knew she was cumming. The sight was too much for him, and he spilled over into his hands, groaning as he watched the pool boy continue his fuck. He was close now, you could see it in his eyes. In a minute, the pool boy was pumping his wife full of semen, and Steve thought with lust about eating her out later and tasting it. He'd never felt so invigorated sexually before. He was almost hard again already thinking about it. He picked up the roses, took the champagne and left the house, but not before he called a few other pool cleaning companies to set up new times. Sure, their pool would be the cleanest in the neighborhood, but he couldn't wait to watch his wife fuck again, so he would be there. Steve smiled. This was going to be fun. The Joy of Cuckolding Ch. 02 Kylie got off as much on the secrecy of her private sex life as she did from the sex itself. Ever since she'd started fucking with the hired help she'd felt young and beautiful again. Her husband Steve had been obsessed with pool maintenance lately and a constant string of young, hot, taut bodies had been parading through her backyard on a regular basis. Kylie had sampled them all. The sex was usually fair, occasionally good, but the thought of fucking over her husband was enough to make if feel fantastic to her. She thought of pathetic Steve, balding and chubby, working hard at the office all day and coming home expecting to find her lonely and missing him. Ha! She was getting almost as much sex as she had in college, with college age kids, mostly. Every time one of their young cocks exploded inside her she would smile and think about poor, oblivious Steve. Yesterday she'd sucked the poolboy off, letting him cum in her throat and swallowing it down, something she'd never once allowed Steve to do. She felt naughty and good and bad and free, for the first time in years. She'd almost cum herself right there, thinking of the look on Steve's face if he could have seen her. He probably wouldn't even have done anything even if he did catch her. He was such a wimp. So far as she knew, there was no poolboy coming today. Kylie wondered how she'd pass the time. Maybe she'd go get her hair done. Bbrt. Her phone vibrated and she picked it up. It was a text from Steve. "Hunny, the maid said the washer has been acting up so there will be a maytag repairman coming around 2. can you sign for me xoxo steve" Kylie rolled her eyes. Typical. Just when she wanted to go out and get something done, Steve saddled her with some ridiculous household chore. Still... She wondered if the maytag repairman would be attractive. She snickered to herself. She was becoming positively slutty with all this sex! Once she'd started to have it again she wanted more, more, more. She looked at the clock. 1:45. Well, that would give her just enough time to touch up her makeup and slip into something more... comfortable. She put on a sheer negligee, appropriately colored scarlet, and some high high heels. Reapplying her lipstick and mascara, she studied herself in the mirror. Yes, she still had it. Blowing a kiss at herself, she strutted to the living room to wait. Before long there was a knock at the door, and Kylie was taken aback when she opened it. The man was wearing the proper uniform, yes, but he looked more like he belonged on a stage than under a washing machine. He was tall, well over six feet, and his blonde hair was clearly natural, thick and glinting in the sunlight. It had a slight wave to it, and he wore it short and styled fashionably. His handsome face was enhanced by his piercing ice-blue eyes, ringed with thick brown lashes, hovering above a perfect aquiline nose and a slightly thinner top lip that sat above a plump lower one. Kylie wanted to bite it. He resembled a young Brad Pitt, but with even more muscles. The sleeves of his uniform were stretched tight over his bulging biceps, his forearms the size of an ordinary man's biceps. His chest was large and solid looking, his stomach clearly chiseled and firm, the uniform again stretched to its limits as it lovingly caressed his form. Dropping her eyes lower, Kylie took in the sizable bulge in his pants, and his powerful, muscular thighs. His calves were also large, his pants noticeably clinging to them. Kylie was overcome with desire almost immediately. The man appeared to show no reaction to her carefully plotted outfit, and just informed her he was there to fix her washer. Pouting a little, Kylie led the way to the laundry room. The man fiddled with the knobs, asking her questions she didn't know the answers to. Determined to seduce him, she opened the washer door and bent over, looking inside, well aware that her ass was prominently displayed. She wiggled it around a little as she shifted her weight from foot to foot, making sure to draw his attention. Drawing back from the washer, she saw it had had the desired effect, and his eyes were fixed on her. Leaning across him, she pretended to examine one of the knobs, making sure her breasts brushed against him. She paused in the middle and looked up. Holding eye contact she slowly raised his hand to her breast and rubbed his palm against her nipples. He began to squeeze them of his own accord and she immediately dove for his pants, undoing his belt and zipper, eager to have his cock in her mouth. She dropped to her knees, wetting her lips as she sucked his cock. She stuck it far back in her mouth and moaned her pleasure. The man drew in his breath sharply and started to face fuck her. Kylie hung on to the back of his legs to steady herself adoring the feeling of being this man's cumslut. Suddenly he stopped and hauled her to her feet. He threw her facedown over the top of the dryer, shoved aside her underwear, and rammed himself into her wet and ready vagina. Kylie's hands shot out to steady herself, accidentally turning on the dryer. The man held her hands down on the sides of the dryer and started fucking her in earnest. Kylie thrust her ass back against him, loving every minute of it. The humming from the dryer was a pleasant vibration against her pussy, and she pushed into it while the man pounded her. "Oh god, I'm going to cum!" Kylie was gyrating herself madly on the vibrating dryer, but it didn't seem to bother the man, he drove in and out of her with a relentless rhythm. Kylie squeezed her pussy muscles around his massive cock and came hard, then collapsed completely on the dryer while the man continued to thrust. After a few more minutes, he pulled out, yanking her off the dryer and shoving her back to her knees. He forced his dick into her mouth and in a few seconds he was cumming. Kylie swallowed it down, thinking of her stupid husband the whole time. The man pulled out of her mouth, zipped up his pants and told Kylie that he'd be back in a week with the proper parts to fix the washer. Kylie grinned to herself as he left, then went to shower and change before Steve came home. * Steve met the 'maytag repairman' at the base of the driveway with an envelope of cash. "It was all in the laundry room, right? That's the only place I had the cameras set up." The man nodded. "Yep, it didn't take a lot, that bitch is hungry for cock!" Steve cleared his throat, giving the man a pointed look. "That 'bitch' is my wife," he reminded the man. "Oh, uh, right, sorry about that. I'll be on my way." Steve barely paid attention as the man left; his mind was on other things. He had some camera footage to watch... The Joy of Cuckolding Ch. 03 Steve finished packing the camper with a sigh, shoving the last of Kylie's suitcases into the storage bin. Why the woman had to bring so much stuff was beyond him, but given his plans for the trip, he was already in a good mood and in no state of mind to complain. They'd borrowed the camper from a friend, and Steve had every intention of returning it absolutely dripping with cum. His, and the special arrangement he'd made for Kylie. She was whining about having to go; camping really wasn't her thing, hence the multiple bags containing all the 'necessities' she claimed to need for her vacation in the middle of nowhere. Personally, Steve thought she was just being stubborn, but he knew she'd change her mind once she got to their destination and saw what was in store. And tonight, oh tonight... he was finally ready to reveal himself to Kylie. "Strap yourself in!" he exclaimed to his wife, as she glared at him and carefully fastened her seatbelt so as not to smudge her nails. "I can't believe you're making me do this," she said. "You know how much I was looking forward to the Grable's party tonight!" Steve merely shrugged. He knew his wife thought very little of him, and had only married him for his money, but she was so hot he didn't care. She spent most of the trip looking out the window, pointedly ignoring him, or fussing over her hair in the sun visor mirror, declaring that the humidity did absolutely nothing for her. Steve ignored all, his sole thoughts on tonight. When they reached the campground, Steve went about the business of getting the camper all plugged in and hooked up, while Kylie sat back and complained some more. Steve set about lighting the campfire, with plenty of help from the flame logs and lighter fluid. He was no master fire-starter, that was for certain. Once he had a nice toasty fire going, he managed to entice Kylie down to it with the promise of S'mores. It must have appealed to her inner child, for she actually seemed to enjoy roasting the marshmallows and making little graham cracker sandwiches out of them. They even shared a few laughs as Steve's marshmallows caught fire. Before long, two men approached their fire. "Mind if we sit and warm ourselves?" asked the first one. Kylie stiffened, no doubt nervous, but Steve nodded his assent. "Make yourselves comfortable, gentlemen!" he exclaimed. "Steve!" hissed Kylie. "What are you doing? We don't know them! They could be... Axe-murderers or something!" Steve laughed at her concern. "Now Kylie," he said quietly, "Calm down, these men clearly just want to warm themselves." "That's right, missus," said the first of the men. "We're innocent-like. All we want is a nice warm spot t'pass the night." "Aye," said the second, "And I wager she's got a nice warm spot!" They both laughed, and so did Steve. Kylie stared at him aghast. "Steve!" she said. "Are you going to let him talk that way to me?" "Kylie, my love," said Steve, "I'm going to let him do a lot more than that to you." he grinned wickedly as Kylie's jaw dropped and the men moved forward. "Now that's what we like t'see," said the first man, pointing at Kylie's open mouth. "A dame ready and waitin' fer it!" He grasped at his crotch so there was no mistaking his meaning. Kylie's eyes blazed. "Fuck you!" she exclaimed. "Ah, Love," said the second man. "You've read my mind!" Both men guffawed and began to undress. Kylie tried to get up and make a run for it, but she wasn't fast enough, and they caught her and pinned her to the ground. "Now don't be like that," said the first man. "An' after all the good things we was told about you!" "Tell you what, Love," said the second man. "How about we give you a little warm up, and then you decide, hmm?" Without another word, he dove between Kylie's legs, yanking up her little frilly skirt and pulling down her panties. His mouth was on her pussy, his fingers working in and out of it as his tongue lashed against her clit. Unable to help herself, Kylie moaned her pleasure and spread her legs wider. The first man was working up her top, shoving her bra up and above her boobs. "Let's see them titties," he said, and then his mouth was there, latched on to her nipples as Kylie screamed in pleasure. Steve unfastened his pants and brought out his cock. He started jerking himself up and down as he watched Kylie struggle between her conscious and the unbearable pleasure she was receiving. Evidently the fist man knew right when the pleasure won, for he abandoned her breasts, and released his cock from his jeans, waving it in front of Kylie's face even while the second man lapped hungrily at her pussy. "Suck it, girl," He said, and to Steve's pleasure, she obeyed. The sight of another man's cock being pumped in and out of his haughty wife's lips was so incredibly erotic, he came right then and there, his jizz shooting out of his cock and into the fire, where it sizzled and sputtered. "Oh, yeah, Love," said the first man, "You're a natural born cock-sucker!" He was fucking her face now, his cock ramming into the back of her throat. Kylie looked like she was loving it. Steve, though still flaccid, was enjoying the sight. "I reckon she's ready for a good fucking, now" said the second man, lifting his head from Kylie's pussy. "Now then, George," said the first man, "We promised we'd let her decide. So you tell us Love, are you ready for a proper fucking now?" He withdrew his cock from Kylie's mouth, and she nodded vigorously, the lust apparent in her eyes. "Well you can't expect us t'do all the work Love, go climb on George's cock!" George laid down on the ground, and Kylie eagerly impaled herself on top of him, moving herself up and down while her face was rapt with pleasure. Steve felt the stirrings of a new erection. The first man stood over George, crouching above him with bent knees so his cock was level with Kylie's face. "You're not done yet," he said. "Suck it." Kylie eagerly obeyed, taking his hard cock deep into her throat. Steve took his own cock in hand and began to pump it, entranced by the sight of his wife being held at the whim of these two men. "Seems t'me we're missing a hole," said the first man after a few minutes of her slobbery blow job. He withdrew himself with a * pop * from her mouth and walked around behind her. He pressed a finger against her tight little asshole and rubbed it. "This looks like prime territory t'me!" he exclaimed. "What do you think?" he kneeled down behind Kylie, his dick rubbing against her back door. "Do you want me to fuck you up the ass?" With every word his cock pressed against her slightly, ready to dive in. "Oh god, yes!" exclaimed Kylie, and Steve felt for a moment pure jealousy, because she had never, ever, let him fuck her there. Then his jealousy was replaced with excitement as the first man spat on his cock, and then on her asshole, and rammed his cock deep inside her. Kylie screamed at first, but then began to work her hips in tandem with his, moaning aloud her pleasure at the two cocks that were stuffing her full. The first man was really pumping her ass, and Steve tried to match his pace as he jerked himself off again. George seemed to just be benefitting from the fucking happening above him, and close to cumming. It was Kylie who came first, screaming aloud her pleasure as she threw her head back towards the ass-fucker, who continued his relentless assault. The sight was too much for Steve, and he jizzed into the fire again, swiftly followed by George and then the first man. They all collapsed to the ground, sitting or laying down. After a few moments Steve recovered. "Gentlemen," he said. "Shall we move this inside?"