20 comments/ 44754 views/ 25 favorites The Lodger from Hell By: ukresearcher A word of warning before you start reading, this tale is possibly even more strongly cuckold oriented than my previous effort. This story was written about twelve years ago so some of the values mentioned may seem a little low at today's prices. ***** I met Jane just before I got my degree when she too had almost finished with college. We dated for six months, lived together for eighteen and then, on the strength of a marvellous job, got married and bought a house. Jane has blonde curly hair framing her face, I think she is beautiful and many other men seem to concur with my opinion. At just over five feet two inches tall, she has a dream figure and her face can melt my heart but it was really her character that I fell in love with. At times she is very feminine and almost helpless and yet at others can be determined and extremely stubborn. One day in the flat, after a very enjoyable afternoon sex session, I reclined contentedly and asked, "So what was it that first attracted you to me - my high intelligence or these rugged good looks?" "What rugged good looks?" she came back with a laugh, " - and how can a person with supposed high intelligence even consider asking a question like that?" That was the other thing I liked - her healthy sense of humour. "Seriously though - why me?" "If you must know - it was because you were the first guy to really talk to me as a person before trying to get into my pants." These days no guy can really expect to find a girl still pure and unsullied and I had hardly been a monk so, our previous sex lives had been left undefined by mutual agreement but her remark triggered a niggle of curiosity. "How many did get into your pants?" I heard myself asking. "A whole lot less than would have liked to," she said sharply and that was the end of that conversation. I got a job working in electronics on a rather fantastic salary but it meant moving to another city. Jane got transferred within her insurance company and at that time was earning roughly half as much as me. The house we bought was near the limit of the five times combined salary equation but we both had excellent prospect for promotion so the initial hardship was not likely to be of long duration - we thought. I admit that we also ran up some substantial credit furnishing the house but the future looked good. A year went by. I will not name the firm I worked for but can offer a couple of clues - it was named after the inventor of radio and its stock market value famously plunged from over thirty billion to under one billion is less than a year. Inevitably there was major rationalisation and my job was one of the first to go. I was fortunate to quickly find new employment in an office but my wage was now slightly less than my wife was earning and this meant we could only afford two thirds of our mortgage. Although house prices were rising nationally, my ex firm had been a major employer and in consequence there was a glut of houses for sale in my area. The net result was that a year further on we were three months in arrears on our mortgage payments and had already received notification of possible repossession of the house, if the debt remained outstanding. I was regularly working the whole of Saturday's as overtime but this was doing little more than delay the inevitable. It was this dire situation that prompted Jane to come up with her big idea. "In my first year at college I lived with an ordinary family," she said. "Their daughter had recently married so they rented her bedroom to me for £50 per week and I had a very happy year. I don't see why we can't do the same." This seemed the answer to all our problems so we put a card in the local newsagents window that read, 'ROOM TO LET FOR FEMALE STUDENT. £200 PER MONTH.' After a fortnight with no response, the newsagent informed us there had been a complaint that our advert contravened the sex discrimination act and asked that it be rephrased. So we wrote, 'ROOM TO LET £200 PER MONTH. SUIT STUDENT - FEMALE PREFFERED." Jane took the new card down to the shop that Sunday afternoon and she had hardly got back when the doorbell rang. Standing outside was a man and he was holding our card. I heard my wife say, "We really wanted a girl but you had better come in anyway," and the next moment she came back into the room followed by a male figure. I stood and politely offered him my hand. The stranger looked to be aged in his middle to late thirties, was a couple of inches taller than me and appeared to be about twenty pounds heavier. He had a handsome face spoiled by a hardened look and I had the impression that he was ex military of some sort. I didn't like him. It was hard to put my finger on what was wrong because he was smartly dressed, looked intelligent and when he spoke it was with a reasonably cultured voice. On the other hand, he stood kind of loosely, seemed to glide when he walked and had far too much self-assurance for my peace of mind. I think the real reason for my dislike was the way he looked at Jane - but then lots of men look at her that way and I suppose that it is understandable. "I'm sorry but we did specify a girl," I said. "I understand that," he said with an easy smile. "I'm no longer a student and I most certainly not a girl but having no financial constraints I will happily pay £300 per month for the privilege of sharing your lovely home. I'm working in this city for the next six months and would far prefer to be somewhere like this rather than anonymous hotel rooms." Jane was already starting to smile at him so I jumped in quickly to say, "No - I'm sorry. My wife and I did agree that we only wanted to take in a girl." My wife grabbed my arm, begged to be excused and bustled me into the kitchen. "You weren't seriously going turn down £300 a month were you? Whatever is wrong with you Dave - we need that money?" I could give no valid reason for rejecting the man so I resorted to saying lamely, "We did agree right at the start that any lodger would have to be female. Anyway, we only actually need £200." "You really are a selfish bastard," Jane hissed. "You were thinking we might get some dolly bird for you to ogle and hopefully catch wandering about only partly dressed. I was happy to go along with that but now a rather dishy guy turns up and because you think I might fancy him you try to put the block on it - never mind that he is offering one hundred pounds more than we asked for." "There is something not right about him," I mumbled, but then, seeing the look in her eye, I conceded, "- but OK, if that is what you want." "Right or wrong I'll take a chance for that kind of money," Jane stated but then magnanimous in victory she grinned. "We will get a nice bit of crackling for you to pant after next time - I promise." We returned to our prospective lodger and gave him the good news. His smile was for Jane as he said, "I take it that I have you to thank for the change of heart - if so I'm very grateful. I'm Max by the way, Max Flemming." A cup of tea was in order so we sat around while he told us a bit about himself. Max was so friendly, educated and apparently respectable that, by the time he left to fetch his things, I had almost forgotten my initial reservations. Every day he left for work slightly before and returned shortly after we were both home - except for one Thursday when I was delayed and walked in to find them chatting at the bottom of the stairs. He was no trouble, keeping mainly to his room except for two evenings when he came down by invitation to watch TV with us. I still did not like the way he looked at Jane but had to admit that in his position I would have done exactly the same - especially if he had been the hoped for nubile girl student. So the first week passed without incident until the Saturday morning, after I set off alone for my overtime stint. At five o'clock, I came out of the front door of the office building where I work and turned left towards the lot where I always parked my car. Only a few paces along that route there is a small park containing one bench and as I approached a female figure rose from it and started hurrying towards me. It took a second glance to see that it was Jane. Her shoulders were hunched and she a hand just under her chin, clutching her cardigan tightly closed across her chest. It had been a fairly warm day but now with the sun gone it was turning decidedly chilly and my wife looked rather cold. "What are you doing here sweetheart?" I asked, surprised but still very pleased to see her. "I've been waiting for you, I've been waiting a long time," she said unhappily. "Something terrible has happened and I need to tell you about it before you get home. She was trembling so much, either from the cold or what she was about to impart, that I gently shepherded her back to the bench and got her seated with my jacket wrapped around her before asking, "What happened - tell me?" "It's Max," she said, "Not long after you left this morning, I came out of our bedroom and was walking along the landing when, just as I passed his door, it opened and he was standing there facing me. I was so startled that I stopped and looked at him. He looked back at me for quite a long time and then he said, 'I want to fuck you', just like that." "He said, "What?" I shouted, even though I had heard the words used quite clearly. "The worst thing is that he was completely naked," Jane went on. "He was very aroused and he has a simply enormous penis." "That is terrible - you must have been terrified." "The really terribly thing is that I wanted to let him," my lovely young wife told me bluntly. My whole body seized up as I immediately expected to hear a blow by blow account of how he had seduced her. "What did you do?" I asked, unable to keep the tremor from my voice. "I turned and ran. I ran right out of the house and then I walked all the way into town. I came to this park. It's a good job that I had just put my shoes on when he appeared like that or else I would have had to spend the day wearing my fluffy mules. I couldn't ring you because of your new firm's rule about personal calls and I daren't risk you losing your job." I can't describe the feeling of relief that flooded over me knowing that my darling had not been molested. Putting the confession about her reaction to one side for the moment, I clutched her shivering body against mine and showered her face with kisses. "Can we go to a café please?" she begged. "I ran out without any money so I haven't had anything to eat or drink all day - that's why I had to walk into town because I hadn't got any bus fare." "I'm taking you to the car," I told her firmly, "It will be far better for you to have a drink and get warm at home - we will be there almost as fast as finding a café." "No," she disagreed urgently. "We have got to talk about it before we get home. I'm frightened of Max now and I'm also frightened of me." Realising that argument was futile, I took her to a café that I sometimes used at lunchtimes and after allowing her a few sips of her hot coffee, I asked, "How do you mean you are frightened of yourself?" "I'm frightened of my reaction. It would have been so easy to let him have what he wanted and I desperately don't want to cheat on you again." "AGAIN? When did you cheat on me before?" I asked loudly, realising too late that we now had the interested attention of all the other café patrons." "Three years ago after our big row," she whispered back holding up a hand to shield her face from curious glances. "I told you all about it." "You told me fuck all about anything like that," I hissed, using coarse language to her for the first time ever in other than a sexual context. "I did tell you," she started to insist but then hesitated. "I started to tell you but you must have cheated on me as well - so you stopped me and said that we should forget all about it." I remembered. It was when we were just living together a year before the wedding. That was our first and only real row but it was a lulu and the sad thing is that for the life of me I can't now remember what it was about. We had both stormed out of the flat shouting that we never wanted to see the other person again. It was a Saturday, so that night I went out to drown my sorrows and somehow got hooked into the stag partly of someone I had known at school. The early hours of Sunday morning had found me bollock naked and balanced on top of the fountain in the town square and pissing an arc of accumulated beer, with the others betting on how far I could reach. Unfortunately, there were a couple of patrol constables among my audience and they were not applauding. I was arrested, kept in a cell overnight and then charged with being drunk and disorderly, exposing myself in a public place, gross indecency and vandalism. The rest of the week I spent with my parents, expecting a custodial sentence but on the Friday was given a conditional discharge with £25 costs. Deeply ashamed, I left the court and went back to the flat intending to take one last look at my loved one's clothes but found Jane already there, her face buried in one of my jackets and weeping heart-brokenly. After a great deal of kissing she pulled away saying that she had a confession to make and that when I knew what she had done, she was sure that I would not take her back. "It's what happened last Saturday night and I'm so ashamed," she said. Nothing could be worse than my shame. I could not bear to tell of my humiliation so instead I said that I did not want to hear any more and that we should both pretend that the previous weekend had not happened. "I know what I said then but I want to know now," I told her. "I was very angry with you," Jane began, already partly excusing her actions. "I rang an old girlfriend to cheer me up and she took me along with her to a party. I started drinking a lot to make me feel better but I only finished up drunk. I was dancing a lot with the guy who's party it was and he managed to get me upstairs without me realising where we were going but when we were in a bedroom I let him fuck me." At that point my wife paused and threw a quick glance to judge my reaction before continuing in a less dramatic tone of voice, "By that time I had persuaded myself that it served you right so I was more of a slut for him that I have ever been with you. We had been doing it for quite a long time when there was knock on the door so he hid me under some coats and things then went to see who it was. Anyway, when he let me out, his best friend was there so I screwed him as well and by the time that was over, the first guy was aroused from watching and wanted to do it again. I was at that house all night and it was not until I woke up that I realised what I had done. After that I felt that I didn't deserve to be in your life any more so I stayed away until the following Friday when I had to have one last look at our lovely little flat - and that's where you found me. I felt terrible until you told me that you had done something similar and then I felt a lot better. What exactly did you do - was it as bad as me?" "It seems trivial now compared to what you did," I said and went on to tell her the details of my misdemeanour as related above. When I had finished she gave a little laugh and asked what the vandalism had been. "I'm not sure," I confessed, "I always assumed that it was polluting the water of the fountain with urine." Jane was acting as if our respective nights of shame were equivalent but in my mind they definitely were not, so with my stomach cramped in jealousy, I pressed for more details about her night of rampant infidelity with two complete strangers but Jane shook her head. Putting her hand on mine she said gently, "I will tell you everything that you want to know but please leave it till later love - the important thing now is to decide what we are going to do about Max." "There is nothing to decide. We go home now and tell him to leave - the bastard can hardly expect to stay after what he has done." Jane was still unsure. "What if he won't go? I'm worried about my reactions because he does have a strong effect on me. Dave, this is all my fault. You were right when you didn't want to let him stay in the first place but I was silly. I could understand exactly why you didn't want him in our home but I found him rather exciting and different and because I was intrigued, I persuaded you to let him take the room." "I'm not sure that I understand what you mean by reaction." "Dave, when he spoke to me, if I had not escaped at that very instant I would have finished up doing everything that he wanted me to do - I know I would. It wasn't hypnotism because he didn't give me any orders but I wanted so much to walk into his bedroom, knowing exactly what would happen if I did. It took every bit of will power I had to break away and run." "You were alone in a house with a naked man who was propositioning you so it's no wonder that you were affected. It will be completely different now - I will be with you for a start," I told her firmly. "I'm not sure that will be enough." "Jane, this is the twenty-first century but you are talking as if the guy had some kind of voodoo power. If it will make you happier we'll take the police with us. We can say that Max has been offensive and ask them to evict him for us." "That won't work. I doubt if the police would go with us in the first place and even if they did he would deny everything. I can even imagine that he would admit that I had accidentally seen him naked and then say that knowing what he's got between his legs I want him out of the house just so I won't be tempted. The police would have a good snigger at my expense and then go off leaving him with us." Jane was digging her fingernails into my hand from the urgency of her argument. "If he has not actually done anything that we can prove, I don't think we can legally get him out of the house until his month is up." "There is another way of looking at this," I suggested, trying a different tack. "He was probably as surprised as you when he opened his door and found you outside. In an embarrassing situation like that, you can either apologise profusely or try to brazen it out. What he said was probably just a bad taste joke. He very possibly feels as badly as you do and we are getting the whole thing way out of proportion." "You don't know what you're talking about, you weren't there," Jane insisted bluntly. "I'm convinced that he opened the door deliberately and that it was all planned. You can't imagine the electricity that was passing between us. He wanted me and I'm terribly afraid that if we go back home now he's going to finish up having me." "So what do you suggest?" I asked, having no idea of my own. My wife shook her head helplessly. "I just know that I don't want to go back there now. Couldn't we go to a hotel for the night - at least it would give us more time to think things through." "Darling you know that we can't afford a hotel room and anyway, it wouldn't do any good because this time tomorrow we will still be in exactly the same boat - only poorer. What happens for the rest of the month?" "We could split up and go to stay with our respective parents for the month." "Even if we stayed with the same parent, the nearest is over a hundred miles from here so how could we possibly get to work without running up massive train or petrol bills?" "If it is going to cost money whatever we do, perhaps he might leave if we gave him his £300 back." That was a good idea - or at least it was an idea and I clutched at it like a drowning man. "I'll stop and get the cash out of the mini bank," I told her with a surge of hope, "It will clean us out but at least we do have the money available to hand over." The Lodger from Hell "What if he won't take it and insists on staying," Jane asked, looking at me with big eyes. "Then we will have to put up with a very unpleasant month but looking at it logically, he can't really do anything because once he does, the law will be on our side and we will be able to get him arrested." With that settled we paid for cups of tea and walked to the car. On the drive home I said, "What I can't understand is how this has happened out of the blue. Did he give any indication earlier in the week that he might be like he is, by something that he either said or did." Jane shook her head. "He was the perfect gentleman all the time, except for his eyes. I admit that I did fantasise about him a bit but everybody does that and he can't possibly have known." The red Peugeot Max drove was still parked outside the house when we drew up, dashing any hope that he might have packed his stuff and left. We quite naturally held hands walking down the path until I stepped forward to open the door. Max was in the sitting room and he stood up as we entered. "I take it that you have come to grab me by the scruff of my neck and hurl me out into the street," he said looking at me. "No, but I want you to leave - we can't tolerate someone who behaves as you do sharing our home. I feel that we have extended hospitality to you but it has been abused," I said coldly, standing square on to him and trying to make myself look determined. "What happens if I refuse to go - do you plan to physically eject me?" he asked with a smirk on his face. "It shouldn't come to that. I have the money that you gave us, all of it - so take it and please leave. I'll forget that you have already been here for nearly a week. Surely you don't want to stay where you are no longer wanted." I held out my hand holding the money but he brushed aside the proffered cash. "I don't want your bribe and I don't intend to go, so it is either the physical stuff or I stay," he stated smiling confidently at me. "For one thing you haven't convinced me that I'm not wanted and for another, I don't think that my having simply stated a quite natural desire is sufficient grounds to terminate my contract with you. I will admit that due to pressure of circumstance I did express myself rather crudely but the sentiment was honestly intended. Phrasing it more politely, I told the lovely Jane that I would like us to put our private parts together and move our bodies with a greater of lesser expenditure of energy. Although I could tell that she wanted exactly the same thing, some mistaken loyalty to you caused your wife to overcome her natural inclinations and run from the house in fright." "I don't understand you," I said. "Perhaps I do need to put it bluntly after all," he grinned. "In simple terms, I still want to fuck your wife and that is exactly what I intend to do. The only point at issue is whether you and I have a quick fight beforehand. One thing is certain, Jane and I will be copulating like rabbits on this settee within the hour. We may of course seek greater comfort upstairs later on but that is where it is going to start - under your watchful eye." "So you are talking rape," I sneered back, trying to hide how very frightened I felt. "I don't think there will be any need for rape - just take a look at your wife's face if you don't believe me." Automatically I turned my head and could hardly recognise Jane as the loyal wife I knew and loved. Her eyes were glittering in a way that I had never seen before and through her parted lips I could see her small pink tongue flicking back and forth along the rim of her teeth. The next moment my left shoulder exploded in agony. My knees buckled and I would have gone down had not Max stepped forward quickly to give support with his hands under my arms. "Come on Dave, get a grip - we don't want you grovelling on the floor too soon," he crowed. Pushing him roughly away I said contemptuously, "So that's how you hope to win - by hitting me when I'm not looking." "Dave, Dave," he murmured pityingly, "If I had really hit you then you would be stretched out on the floor with no further interest in the proceedings. That was little more than a gentle tap - a small sample to let you realise exactly what you are up against. To make that up to you, when the fight starts I will give you a free poke at me, I'll even close my eyes or wear a blindfold if you prefer. With a bit of luck you might get two blows in - but you had better make them count because I will then hurt you rather badly." His sheer confidence was intimidating. With my chest still aching badly from his 'gentle tap', I am ashamed to say, I involuntarily took a step backward away from him. Max was quick to capitalise on this sign of his ascendancy. With an almost friendly tone to his voice he suggested, "There is no need for any unpleasantness at all if we can overcome our cave man instincts and deal with this like civilised people. Tell you what, Jane can make us a nice cup of tea to drink while we discuss it - it can be the first of many things that she is going to do for me." Obeying his orders already, Jane moved from somewhere near my side, heading towards the kitchen. Max turned to watch her progress across the room, his eyes riveted on her swaying hips - so, with his back partially towards me and his attention elsewhere, I took my chance. Despite having berated him for a sneaky blow, I flooded power to my right arm and sent my fist hurtling towards the tempting patch of skin just below his ear. Had I connected then there would have been no more to tell but my vengeful knuckles made contact with nothing more substantial than air and as my momentum carried me forward he turned with incredible speed to grasp my upper arm. That arm, from bicep down to wrist, immediately felt both completely numb and consumed by fire. "Naughty, naughty," he said, reprovingly as if I was a child. "I'm glad you tried it though because it shows you do have some spirit. But be warned, it's your last chance - another trick like that then I will inflict pain on you that will be in a different dimension to anything you might have experienced in your life." The certainty in his voice told me that Max had the knowledge to do exactly what he promised and my fear of the man grew. Not knowing what else to do with myself I sat in an armchair. He followed suit and from the relaxed way he spread himself on the settee anyone would think that he was the one on his home ground and not me. "I was very surprised when Jane ran out on me this morning," Max stated quite pleasantly, "I thought she was a stone cold certainty and I'm not often wrong. Never mind - the waiting will increase the pleasure." I had no meaningful contribution to this conversation so I held my peace. After a pause Max continued thoughtfully, "It might have been better all round if she had capitulated when I expected her to because then you would have returned home to a fait accompli, just finding yourself a new situation, where instead you face the distressing prospect of watching your wife being seduced for the first time." Once again I said nothing and after a few more moments of silence he went on, "I could be wrong saying 'seduced for the first time' -looking at your lovely wife I think it likely that she has enjoyed at least one other extra marital dabble since you two first met." With the memory of Jane's infidelity confession, of only an hour before, still niggling in my mind, this statement almost provoked me into a retaliatory remark but at that moment my wife returned with three mugs on a tray. She offered one to Max, gave me the next and then went to sit in a chair, symbolically equidistant from both of us men. There followed a quite unnatural silence as all three became preoccupied with sipping the hot beverage. As mentioned, the interloper in our home was extremely relaxed where in contrast I was very tense, feeling all knotted up inside. Jane was neither. While not relaxed she was still a far cry from the fraught anxious woman I had brought home with me. Her eyes seemed to have an unnatural brilliance and I could half imagine that she was trembling with anticipation of what she thought was to come. On that evidence my battle was already lost. All my life I have conscientiously avoided chance of pain and this has often led to backing down when faced with confrontation - but then I had never before been in the position of having to defend the chastity of my wife. Now I could see only one way out of the situation and that was to fight. If I won, I won but if I lost then I had to lose so badly that it would be inconceivable Max would dare to proceed with his planned seduction. Before my inherent cowardice could take over, I jumped up shouting, "Enough of this civilised crap, if you want a fight I'll give you a fight. I want you out of this house - you pollute the atmosphere." Max got to his feet, as did Jane. He moved round to face me with his hands dangling loosely by his sides. There was a broad smile on his face and he was shaking his head. "It won't work you know," he said. "You've got guts, I'll give you that but it's not going to work. You are going for the sympathy vote, hoping I will damage you so badly that Jane will rush to you're side. It won't work because you are discounting millions of years of evolution, countless generation after countless generation of genetic programming over all species. Out of all the occasions then two males have fought over a female, how many times do you think the female has then denied the victor his spoils - hardly any I think because it would be going directly against an evolutionary imperative." "Don't fight him Dave," Jane jumped in with her own plea. "It's only sex and means nothing - it's certainly not worth getting hurt over." "I concur with your wife that it would be foolhardy for you to fight me but I disagree with her statement that it means nothing," Max spoke again, his tone that of an academic discussion. "On the contrary I think this is the most vital moment of your life because, as you are about to see, it does mean a great deal and I don't want you to concede under false pretences. Apart from that, once she has enjoyed a good taste, Jane will have an insatiable craving for bigger cocks than yours and for the rest of your lives together she will be constantly seeking out men who can give her what she needs. The bottom line is this Dave, one way or another you are going to suffer the mental pain of watching me fuck your wife better than you ever could, so whether you wish to suffer a great deal of physical pain in addition is entirely up to you. As a final disincentive to combat, I have to point out that I will not finish you off quickly and nor will there be the blood or broken bones that would allow you to play the wounded soldier. All that fighting will gain you is a great deal of agony and more than a modicum of humiliation." Had I been able to consider this with an objective frame of mind, this great effort of dissuasion suggested that the outcome of a fight might not be the forgone conclusion that Max pretended but by then my initial small store of confidence had been severely eroded. I was quite frankly terrified. Max took advantage of my indecision by throwing in the clincher. "You don't have to decide right at this moment. I will get the show on the road and if at any time it gets too much for you just shout out and we will have the fight - you still get the free shot that I promised. There is one proviso. At the moment I am quite calm but if you decide to interrupt when I am concentrating on other things then I might not be able to control my annoyance. On the other hand, if you remain acquiescent then I have something that will make it far easier for you to watch." The implication that my decision would not be irrevocable was enough to overcome my last remnant of resistance so I shrugged my shoulders and returned to my chair. "Good man," Max said with palpable relief. With a good-natured expression on his face he then said, "It's not that I don't trust you Dave but I have to impose a small safeguard for myself. You can still call out 'Stop' at any time and we will fight but apart from that I need to prevent you leaping up suddenly and catching me at a complete disadvantage. So if you don't mind I would like you to drop both your trousers and underwear and arrange them tightly round your ankles. Just so that you will not feel a berk being the only one partly dressed, I will set the example." With that he released the drawstring at the top of his jogging bottoms and let them fall to the ground. He was wearing nothing underneath. Due entirely to the situation my prick had shrivelled to almost non-existence but there were no such adverse factors affecting Max. His cock was hanging down; nowhere near erect but far from quiescent and even in that state it was impressive. In the past, no matter how much I dug the tape measure into myself, I could not persuade myself that my penis was any longer than average but drew consolation from finding that its circumference was marginally more than the given mean. Now I realised what thickness meant. "Shall I get undressed too," Jane asked, already tentatively undoing the top two buttons of her blouse. "Yes please, but do it slowly," Max ordered winking at her. "Put on a bit of a show for us - a nice build-up will make it all seem less cold-blooded." As if she had been waiting for this cue, Jane immediately adopted a sensuous stance and began to move round in a tight circle swaying her hips. Facing the front again, she partly undid the third button, changed her mind, pouted provocatively and then when into another Hawaiian girl circuit. As the routine progressed I could not believe my eyes because she had all the moves off pat, only needing a pole to have earned a good living anywhere. Perhaps stripping like this is a natural talent born into every woman. One thing was very obvious and it hurt, Max had said dance for 'us' but my wife was performing for only one man and it wasn't me. The early stages had been erotic and teasing but in the later stages, when down to only bra and pants, Jane edged markedly into the lewd with her most sexually inviting pose being to squat on her heels with thighs spread wide. When the bra went there was a prolonged session of her passionately making love to her tits and then she removed her panties in the slow, time honoured fashion. This could have been the end of the show but instead Jane went once more into the squat and every man knows or can imagine what a naked vulva looks like in that position. Suppressing my hurt, I made excuses thinking, 'OK, she needed a finale', only to find that she had one more trick in her repertoire. Turning her back, Jane spread her legs, bent down with a hand grasping each ankle and then gave her butt a provocative wiggle. Had I applauded at that point it might have stopped her for still more was to come. My 'loving' wife then moved her hands side by side, slow and tantalising, up the insides of her thighs and on reaching the top reached through and spread the cheeks of her arse so that everything was exposed - and on offer. I could not show appreciation of her exhibition and I suspect that Max too was both surprised and overwhelmed, for the pair of us continued to stare without word or movement. Jane stood facing him. She was breathing heavily, either from exertion or some other reason and I think I was holding my breath as the moment of truth arrived. At this critical point, Max held up his hand saying, "I want to give the lie to any accusations of rape or even coercion, so I'm going to allow Jane to call the whole thing off. She can get dressed now and leave the house. Once she is out of the garden, you can follow, completely unmolested. I will move out tomorrow and you can keep the rent I paid you. You have until I count to ten to make your decision." My wife stared at him in amazement. Then she looked in my direction to see me making urgent movement gestures towards the door. She looked back at him and then at me. As the count reached ten she said softly, "I'm sorry Dave. You know I didn't want to come back - I did warn you about the effect he has on me." Then she walked forward to kneel before her new master. Max turned to face her, his cock moving from horizontal to a forty-five degree angle in salute. Looking at the relative postures of the two participants in the charade, I was reminded that phallic worship provided the primary ingredient of most primitive religions, stretching from ancient monoliths to the totems of American Indians. Did that fact alone make this current situation inevitable? In accordance with my line of thought, Jane reached out almost reverently for her first touch of his tumescent organ. That excited column of rigid flesh jerked even further upwards in response and this was enough to break through my wife's remaining barriers of restraint for she grabbed hold firmly round the base of his shaft and hungrily brought both her mouth and tongue hungrily into play. What can I say that you can't imagine except to mention that in her desire to please she let saliva slaver down her chin unchecked. In actual time this oral extravaganza was not of long duration but to me it represented an eternity of pain. The distress was not simply from seeing another man's penis in my wife's soft mouth but rather from the fact that throughout, she gazed up at Max with a look akin to adoration in her eyes. It ended not unexpectedly with him ejaculating far more creamy spunk than she could comfortably swallow but it was the effect on Jane that was incredible, for her whole body started to shake violently. It took several moments for me to realise that she was having a massive orgasm, purely from the pleasure of what she was doing to him. As Jane crawled back to wipe her face using her panties, Max strolled over to stand looking down at me, his deflated cock still large but no longer erect. "What do you think of it so far?" he asked, as if I were a paying customer at a live sex show. I chose not to answer, instead sending him a look of pure hatred. Unabashed he removed a small wooden box from his jacket pocket, flicked it open and held it out to me. The box contained two fat roll-up cigarettes. "A few drags on these and everything will seem a lot better," he promised. "You'll feel more mellow with everything fuzzy round the edges." "I don't smoke," I told him shaking my head. "It's hardly tobacco. A lot of men in your position depend on this stuff to get through." "You're too late - after what I have just had to watch I can get through without your help." He shrugged. "Your privilege but that was nothing - a great many men would not even rate it as serious sex. I once knew a guy who bragged that he was marrying the last twenty-three year old virgin left in the world. Now she may have been a pukka 100% virgin but over the years she'd swallowed enough cum to float a battleship - the guy knew that but for him it didn't count." Still looking at me Max removed his jacket, tossed it into the other armchair and then did the same with his shirt. With a tight smile on his face he called out, "Right Jane, my love - are you ready to help me make your hubbies eyes pop out?" "Where do you want me?" she asked. He arranged her lying on the seat of the settee with her bottom overhanging the edge - in her eagerness I felt that my wife had spread her legs unnecessarily wide. I had a brief glimpse of Jane's sex in all its nubile glory but then Max moved in to block my view. This should have been a blessing because my rational mind did not want to see what was to occur but another part of my psyche desperately did. So, when Max pointed imperiously to the floor near my wife's legs and ordered, "Park yourself there Dave - you'll see a lot more," it was my own needs rather than his command that caused me to move to the better vantage point. The Lodger from Hell That massive penis looked far too large to enter that dainty slit but it slid in amazingly easily. I had heard that a woman's vagina was capable of changing size depending on the cock that it had to accommodate but had always believed that this was a physical thing. It now seemed to be a mental process because Jane's twat undoubtedly adjusted in size before his great weapon got anywhere near. Watching another man's prick entering for the first time what I had believed to be my private place should have been the worst moment of my life but it wasn't and it was my wife's confession that helped. When Jane had told me about her night with two strangers, a shaft of pure anguish had struck straight at my heart but now, the knowledge that other cocks had been up her since we first met somehow reduced the significance of the current trauma. That sexual exclusivity between us that I thought of as precious had already been lost. If the mechanics of the act failed to hurt me deeply, Jane's reaction to that thrusting organ certainly did. She was no longer the woman I knew and loved, cumming so much that I could not tell if it was a long succession of separate orgasms or one long continuing event. It was possibly the vocal accompaniment that I felt worst for she used words of encouragement never spoken to me and the way that she kept saying his name showed that I no longer figured in her mind. The ordeal just went on and on and on - and I had to reluctantly admire both his self-control and stamina. For the concluding quarter of this mammoth shag, she just clung to him begging, "Fill me, fill me, fill me please, fill me, fill me, fill me please," repeating it over and over again like some kind of mantra. Eventually he did just that and this provoked fresh paroxysms of ecstatic reaction in my wife's body, causing her to smother his face with kisses and whisper endearments I never thought to hear her say to another man. After one final thrust, Max pulled out, sat back on his heels and then stood up with an expression of animal satisfaction on his face. Looking down at me he said, "OK Dave, time for you to get involved." During the long fuck, Jane's legs had either been over his shoulders or locked around his waist but now she was lying with her head against the back of the settee and upper torso resting on the seat. Her legs remained spread but her feet were on the floor supporting the rest of her body and that tiny twat that I had believed belonged only to me now gaped wide. Within the depths I could plainly see large quantities of pearly-grey semen and, despite my aching need, I doubted if I could poke my penis into that mess. Despite this mental abhorrence, my cock must have given an anticipatory twitch because Max laughed and said, "No, not that - possibly later if you behave. For now I've nominated you as clean-up man. Have you come across the expression 'Cream pie' Dave? - it doesn't matter because you are going to become very familiar with the practice. I see that you do know - so don't you think you had better start slurping?" The prospect that he was forcing upon me triggered my last rebellion against his domination. "Kiss my arse," I said. Max laughed again but this time there was a humourless undertone. He took a step towards me and I expected to be hit but instead he crouched down with one hand resting lightly on the back of my neck. Leaning down to my ear he whispered, "I'm sorry you said that Dave because now I feel honour bound to make you kiss mine - in fact, before I leave, I intend to make you into an accomplished arse licker. But first things first." As Max said those last words I felt an intense pain in the back of my neck - it was agony more than pain and felt as if every muscle in my neck had been atrophied. Automatically I moved away from the source of the pain and although his hand remained in contact, going in the direction he wanted meant a lessening of the hurt. When I was standing, he changed his grip into a light circular motion that dissipated the residual effects of the nerve hold but the trouble was he required me to continue moving forward and when I resisted, the pain returned. So, in fits and starts, I progressed until I was on my knees in front of my wife who laid waiting with eyes closed, her body still in an inverted Y shape. With no alternative, I tentatively reached out my tongue to touch where, only moments before, I had been reluctant to poke my prick. The strange thing was that once I had overcome the revulsion of the mind, the actual flavour was not unpleasant - I suppose that the same effect can be applied to several exotic foods. I will reluctantly admit that I actually enjoyed the taste but whether this enjoyment applied that first time or was only acquired during the course of many subsequent repetitions, I cannot now say. Though, creamy, slightly acrid and something else, I tell myself that it is the combination with Jane's profuse vaginal juices that made it so palatable. While I was fulfilling the 'cuckold's function' that first time, it made Jane cum yet again and I felt that to be a bit of a triumph after having witnessed her being given all those multiple orgasms immediately before. Actually I was to find that while I could invariably bring her off with my mouth in those circumstances it became progressively more difficult to achieve the same effect with my cock. Following my oral ministrations, Max gave her another energetic fuck and after this came to an explosive climax I sat poised on the edge of the chair unsure if a repetition would be called for or whether I was to be given my promised turn. It was neither. "You and I need to switch beds," Max announced looking at me, " - but I think you two need time alone to get things straight in your heads, so we will have a hot drink now and I will take mine upstairs. We can sort out the other stuff tomorrow." The moment we were alone, Jane said, "You must think that I'm a real slut." "You did seem rather willing," was the harshest condemnation that I would allow myself to say. "That was just an act," she lied, her face a picture of abused innocence. "I know I said that I fancied him but it had nothing to do with that. I thought that if I appeared at all reluctant you were bound to fight him to protect me and I was afraid that he might hurt you really badly - so that is why I played along. Dave, he is going to be here for a whole month and there is nothing we can do about it. Until it is over, you will have to switch off your mind and do whatever he says, just the same as I am going to do." That was the last time she even tried to pretend that she wasn't an eager participant. Although my tortured cock and balls were aching for release, I could not face doing it in the same place where he had ravaged her. I waited until we were in our bed, (I for the last time for a long time) but when I tried to get on top of her Jane pushed me away. "Darling," she said seductively, "You made it feel so nice last time that I want you to suck me again before you have me." Next morning being Sunday we stayed in bed late and came down to Max cooking bacon and eggs, surprisingly for three. While we were eating he declared, "While I was waiting yesterday I have to admit that I poked about a bit and it seems that you two are rather desperately short of cash. Well I think I can help - or at least do my bit. I had intended to use here just as a base but in view of the, shall we say 'home entertainment, I'm now going to be around more, so as I will most likely be eating with you more often than anticipated, I'm going to pay £400 a month instead of £300. I addition, as I have decided to stay until my work in this area is finished, here is five months rent in advance." With a sinking heat I took the cheque for £2100 that he proffered to me but it was almost knocked out of my hand as Jane hurtled past. Throwing her arms round him and smothering his face with kisses, she gushed, "Oh Max, you've saved our lives - how can we possibly thank you." A short time later Max said, "Look, I don't want to disrupt your lives any more than is necessary so just carry on as I usually do. Dave, if you pop down to the newsagents and get me the Sunday Times and Observer, I'll just curl up in a corner for the rest of the day and you won't notice I'm here." Already obeying his commands without question I took the £10 note held out to me and went out to the car. Tucked away with his papers, Max was as good as his promise and I went through the motions of doing the things I usually did. About an hour before lunch when Max was on his feet for some reason, he and Jane exchanged words out of my earshot and then they both disappeared into the kitchen. With growing curiosity I waited for either to reappear and when several minutes had elapsed I was unable to stop myself from creeping to quietly peer through the serving hatch. He was leaning against the fridge with my wife knelt before him, her head bobbing at his groin. I don't know why but I had the impression that this was a completely voluntary act on her part. Completely disheartened I returned to my seat and some ten minutes later, Jane came back looking like the cat that had got the cream. The reappearance of Max was brief because he immediately headed upstairs to the bathroom and this gave me chance to ask Jane, "What went on in the kitchen - you were in there with him for quite a while." "We were just chatting," she said looking me straight in the eye. "You weren't, I saw you through the hatch," I accused. Jane had the grace to blush. "Why ask if you knew? I sucked him off - it's no big deal." "Did he order you to?" "Ye... No he didn't - I was just showing my gratitude for him giving us the money - we can pay off a lot of our debts and the house will be safe." "Maybe but it also means that we are going to be stuck with him for half a year instead of just the end of the month," I said, unable to keep the deep despair out of my voice." "My wife gave me a bright smile and said, "Come on Dave, it's not going to be that bad. I mean, look at today, it is all so civilised. There is no reason at all that the three of us can't manage very well together." Max rejoining us prevented any response I might have made and his first words killed the pleasant picture my wife had painted. "Dave, I want you upstairs to get this bedroom switch over and done with. Remember to take pyjamas, clothes, shoes and anything else you are going to need." I have to say that out of everything that occurred with Max, one of my lowest moments was having to transfer my things under the confident gaze of the man who was replacing me. After an evening meal we sat watching TV with Max and I both in armchairs and Jane alone on the settee. This was a relief because I had half expected him to be pawing her all the time. By nine o'clock, I was beginning to think that Max was saving sexual activity until he had my wife alone upstairs but then he suddenly waved his hand in dismissive fashion at the screen and said, "This is crap - what say we have some fun instead." Jane was on her feet and pulling off clothes almost before he had finished speaking. The sex session that ensued was worse than the night before and severely damaged any hope I had of surviving this intrusion into our lives. Jane was eager to get her mouth round his dick but he waved her aside, indicating that he wanted her on her back straight away. It was a more or less straight shag but Jane reacted like an addict being given a much needed fix and the words she called out in passion far exceeded in crudity any she had ever used to urge me on. After ejaculation he stood and waved me forward to perform my oral duty, grinning as if granting me a favour. I complied, not through fear of pain, but because the act no longer held the horror of that first time. Duty done I made to return to sit down and wait until my services were required again but Max stopped me and stood with his hand resting ominously on the back of my neck. "Last night you insulted me and I mentioned then what I was going to require of you," he said softly. "Now are you going to do what I want or will I need to persuade you?" My mind shrivelled at the thought of the agony he could so easily inflict and yet what he demanded was unthinkable. "I can't," I said, "I just can't." "But you will," he contradicted, "You are going to do everything that you have to." I don't know what he did because there was not even actual discomfort but I could feel all the neural pathways of my body opening to accept the surge of pain that was to follow. "I'll do it - please don't hurt me," I begged. After THAT they fucked again, this time with her straddling his lap and bouncing herself up and down. I have to say that from an observer's point of view, that position is the most visual of them all because every nuance of his thick member disappearing up my wife's hungry cunt could be clearly seen. Maintaining the 'woman on top' theme, I had to perform the cunnilingus bit lying on the floor with Jane sitting on my mouth, thus bringing the gravity factor into play but after that Max sat back and graciously allowed me a turn. Sadly I wasted it, exploding almost the moment I was in, squirting what felt like a gallon up inside her, only to find that there was a sting in the tale. As Max put it, "I am never going to completely stop you enjoying your conjugal rights Dave so you need not worry about that - but the rule of the game is that you must always clean up after yourself." I will never understand why I was to consistently find eating my own cum to be a lot more distasteful than swallowing his. While I am mentioning unpleasant matters, I might as well describe the demeaning act that Max was to regularly force me to perform on him. There were three different ways and manner of execution, with the particular one for each occasion chosen at his whim. In one he leaned back in an armchair with his legs spread over the arms, with me crouched before him and Jane close to one side watching (or supervising). I hated that position the worst because I couldn't escape the triumphal look on his face. A better position was when he lay face down, with Jane straddling the small of his back, holding apart the meaty ass cheeks to expose his anus for my attentions. The final position was when he was actually in the process of fucking my wife, with me being obliged to join in orally from the rear, A warm drink all round closed the evening and I went to my solitary bed thinking that was it but soon sounds issuing from my old bedroom signalled that what had gone before was only the preliminaries. If anyone wonders whether it is worse to watch or only listen to a wife being well fucked by another man I can state categorically that listening is far worse. When watching, you are at least nominally included in the action if only in the role of voyeur but reduced to listening the overall feeling is one of total exclusion. That evening established a pattern that was followed thereafter with little variation except in the positions used. It was strange going to work as usual and acting as if everything was still normal when the foundation of my marriage had changed so drastically. While not fully comprehending how I had got into the situation so rapidly, I berated myself for not having done a single thing to end it. In rational moments I made excuses by asking myself what exactly I could have done, for, even had I gone to the police, my wife was so enamoured by her new 'dominant male' that I believed her capable of supporting his story over mine. Nature has a knack of putting in place mechanisms to ameliorate the stresses of life. A good example is the shock factor of prey animals that causes them to die quickly and not suffer the trauma of being eaten alive. Another is the well-known syndrome of hostages building a rapport with their captors. Possibly similar is the way that cuckolds start to take a kind of masochistic pleasure from their situation - I know that I did. At the end of the first week, I found the Saturday overtime extremely stressful, constantly thinking of them alone and then Sunday was an exact replica of the first, even down to Jane giving Max a gratuitous blow-job half way through the day. Then it was back to the weekday routine. That first week at the office, I spent a lot of brooding about my situation and in consequence got very little work done but then I changed tack. Deciding that I needed to keep my mind occupied, I threw myself whole heartedly into my work and things did feel better. Until it got round to five o'clock I was far more relaxed and it was only when getting into my car for the return journey that my stomach cramps returned. You could say that the office had become my refuge from the humiliations of home. A couple of weeks later, during the Friday evening, Max put his arms round my shoulder in friendly fashion and said, "I'm going away for the weekend first thing tomorrow Dave and won't be back till late Sunday. So if you want to take real advantage of my absence, why don't you ring in sick tomorrow morning and give the overtime a miss?" I did actually work the Saturday morning but then took the rest of the day off. You may assume that we spent the afternoon humping and I admit that I had that expectation but Jane had other ideas. "I love you most when we are just doing normal things together," she told me. "The sex stuff just confuses things so if you don't mind Dave, I would rather we saved making love until tonight. I promise that you won't regret it." So the day was spent doing mundane things but I have to agree that it was very relaxing. Somewhat earlier than usual, we went to bed with our arms entwined - sadly this romantic gesture was not one we had practised before. For most of the day Max had been out of my head but when we reached the top of the stairs, Jane almost ruined the mood by saying, "I think we had better go in your room - Max might not like it if..." Passing the open main bedroom door I glanced in to see what was once my marital bed but was now the altar to their nocturnal passions but even this could not really disturb my rare sense of peace. We undressed without preliminaries and got into to bed. I am not going to describe how we made love except to say that she made it good for me - so good in fact that after the second time I could not stop myself from saying, "I still love you." "I love you too," Jane dutifully murmured back but then she suddenly sat up and perched looking down at me with her ripe breasts only inches from my face. "You don't believe that though, do you?" she asked in a different tone of voice. "I do still love you; I love you just as much as I have ever done. What I feel for Max is not love, it's more the opposite - I don't mean hate but I certainly don't feel at all tender towards him. So knowing that I don't love him I want you to accept things as they are. When you think about it, apart from the sex and you having to sleep here in the spare room, life is not so terribly different from before Max came - and we are a lot better off financially now. If you really think about it you are actually getting more sex than before he arrived, even though that is mostly licking." I thought she had finished speaking and I was about to respond but she had only paused to gather her thoughts before saying, "What I am trying to say is that the situation could be a whole lot better all round if you would let it. Whenever Max is doing something especially nice to me, I always look at you hoping you will be happy for me but you just stare back reproachfully, that makes me feel guilty and then I start resenting you. So when Max lets you have a quick shag after he has finished with me, I deliberately spoil it for you to pay you back for spoiling it for me. I ask if you have put it in yet when I know perfectly well that you have and then I tell you how much better Max is at fucking while you are actually doing to me. It is very mean of me but I can't seem to help myself so that's why I'm having this little chat to try and make things better for all of us." The Lodger from Hell She leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on my forehead and then went on, "In the animal kingdom, when a new powerful male challenges and takes over the females in a herd or pack, the deposed leader just adopts to his new role quite naturally. The trouble is that you don't seem able to do that - perhaps it might have been better if you had actually fought for me rather than just giving in. It may be only in thought rather than deed but you do give out a lot of resentment. It's got so bad that I admit I have asked Max to stop letting you watch any more but he didn't agree because he wants you there for the cream-pie stuff - I do rather enjoy that too and not just for the nice way it feels. He also needs you there for the other thing he makes you do that I know you hate. Max says that having a cuckold reluctantly deep rimming him as he shoots his load into the guy's wife is the greatest power trip a man can have. I don't really understand that but it is important to him so you will just have to put up with it." Again I thought Jane had finished but then as if struck by an additional thought, she blurted out, "What I really don't understand is why you make such a big deal out of having to do that. I would love to do it to him but he won't let me, for some reason he has reserved that activity just for you." "I hate the whole situation I'm in and especially that so how do you expect me to act as if it didn't?" I protested, "Darling, you've always got a sullen resentful look on your face. Can't you make a great effort to hide how you feel and at least pretend to be happier? If you were more cheerful about everything, I'm sure that Max would let you fuck me more and I would make you feel so good whenever I got the chance. I have also noticed that when Max knows you feel bad, he gets a kick out of making you feel worse - so if you can manage to get a better attitude it will make everything better all round. Perhaps it would help if you thought of it as doing it for me rather than him. I get so wet watching you and his cock is always even stiffer when he fucks me immediately afterwards. It might be an idea to occasionally do it to him voluntarily without him having to order you." I did take this little pep talk to heart and made a big effort to appear more laid back about my situation. My wife was correct in her prediction because the atmosphere did become far more relaxed and Max also allowed me to enjoy more sex. This was not so much when he was there but he started to occasionally go to bed early saying, "You two can stay down and amuse yourselves for while." I preferred this because it meant not being intimidated by his critical expert eye. He also went away roughly every three weeks, sometimes being absent for the Friday night as well as Saturday. The cream pie thing remained a constant factor for all the time that Max stayed with us but, although I had become partly inured to my other distasteful duty, it thankfully fell into disuse. I think that this was largely due to me taking my wife's advice and pretending actual eagerness to oblige - this earned me taunts about 'turning gay' but the practice ceased not long afterwards. We have a wooden summer house at the bottom of the garden but it was in rather poor condition. I should have done something about it but money was in short supply before and it seemed pointless to try improving the house when there was a great likelihood that we would lose it. One of the Saturdays that Max stayed around, I arrived home from my overtime stint to find that he had made himself scarce as was his practice. Looking out the window I could see that something was different so I asked Jane what had happened to the summer house. With a big smile on her face, Jane told me, "Max fixed it and he paid for all the wood and stuff himself. Don't forget to thank him when he comes downstairs." I wandered outside to inspect it and had to concede that he had done a very good job. However even though Max had saved me a great deal of effort and expense I felt no sense of gratitude. There was a degree of pleasure knowing that the work represented at least part of the day that he hadn't spent screwing my wife. Later when all three of us were sitting round the table eating a meal that Jane had prepared, at her prompting I mumbled my thanks. "Think nothing of it, it's a pleasure to help you two out," Max said generously." It's not quite finished but I'll do that next week weather permitting. What you really need out there is a hot tub. Pity that I won't be here for longer or I would get one put in for you." The following Saturday Max finished the job as promised but I knew that there was very little more work involved and it would have left the rest of his day free. Jane was bubbling with excitement as I walked in, telling me the moment she saw me, "Max says that I am a natural submissive." The odd thing is that she said it proudly, as if telling of a newly realised talent. It is a sign of how I had mellowed in that I felt amusement rather than anger. As the atmosphere became more generally friendly, Max started taking us out for an expensive meal or a show, as well as buying some pretty baubles for my wife to wear. He also stopped humiliating me but that did not apply to severe embarrassment. Now the firm where I worked had a lively evening social scene but before Max impacted on our lives, financial constraints had prevented Jane and me from attending more than one of the functions. One day a pal at work asked if Jane and I would join the crowd to go bowling that evening saying, "The firm is paying so it won't cost you a thing." I made some excuse about a prior engagement but when I got home my orders from Max were to get dolled up because he was taking us out on the town. As luck would have it our restaurant table was adjacent to one where my work pal and his wife were eating. I introduced Max as Jane's cousin and of course the bowling invitation was again offered, now extended to include Max. I tried to quickly decline but Max loudly declared that it sounded like a load of fun and it goes without saying that he proved to be an expert at it and finished with easily the top score of the evening. Afterwards with the whole crowd drinking round a central table, Max was the centre of attention He fielded one or two curious questions and then said, "You deserve to know the truth - I'm not Jane's cousin at all. Dave here can't cut the mustard in the sack so he has hired me on a six month contract to look after his wife's sexual needs." There was a dead silence as everyone stared at him in amazement. Max let the tension grow and then said, "I'm hoping to get the contract renewed, so that means putting in lots of overtime." This time several of the guys had started to grin but Max waited for the right moment before casually providing his punch line, "I'm in the Yellow Pages by the way in case anyone else is interested." There was an explosion of laughter with some pounding the table with mirth but I noticed more than one of the females throwing Max quite speculative looks. Next day at work I said, "Of course he is Jane's cousin but he is also one hell of a joker - that's why I daren't take him anywhere because I never know what he will say next," - only to be told, "Well bring him along again, everybody thinks he's one hell of a guy." During the further months that Max remained a paying guest in our house there is only one other sexual incident worth relating but that came close to disrupting the equilibrium that had been established. One evening we were sitting round drinking in relaxed fashion with no sexual activity either current or imminent as far as I knew. Suddenly, in casual fashion Max said to me, "Jane mentioned last night that she has never indulged in anal intercourse - you really missed out there Dave. I don't usually bother with the back way because my size makes it difficult but I can't miss out on a first like this - and Jane say's she is eager to give it a try. The problem is that this is not a question of just poking it in and hoping for the best - she will need a lot of getting ready and I'm counting on you to do most of the preparation work Dave. You haven't any objections do you?" I did have objections, plenty of them, and I was suddenly as knotted up as I had been on the very first day. I could accept that Max had done to my wife everything that I had ever done (and done it far better than I) but the prospect of him venturing into virgin territory brought back all the old jealousy - and with a vengeance. No matter how I felt I had no choice but to go along with it and there was plenty to do. Under orders I went into the kitchen to put the kettle on while Max disappeared upstairs leaving Jane sitting happily expectant on the settee. On return he joined me in the kitchen carrying a small suitcase from which he produced baby oil, lubricant, a standard candle and a realistic looking dildo that looked about six inches long. Also in the case was a cool bag of the kind that is used for picnics, except that this had been modified for the sides to contain warm water instead of ice. After the latter had been filled from the kettle, Max placed the candle and dildo inside and then before we returned to my wife, he explained in detail what my role was to be. Back in the room with my wife, Max sat on the settee with Jane quickly on her knees attending to his splendid cock. She continued with this occupation while I carried out my allotted task but she was really only going through the motions. There was lots of licking and she occasionally lowered her head to nuzzle his balls but she was not fervently sucking in her usual manner. I started by trickling baby oil onto her backside and then with a hand on each buttock, massaged with complimentary circular motions. As Jane responded to the treatment, I let my fingers stray more and more often into the crack until I had one finger continually performing rings round her tight anus. On the occasions that my fingertip actually crossed her hole I could imagine that it was trying to grab my finger and suck it inside. Max had warned me to watch for this sign, so I withdrew one hand and got my middle finger thoroughly coated with lube. Those lush twin white globes with their sheen of oil and that dark pink puckered anus quivering with excitement made possibly the most erotic sight that I have ever seen and in consequence I pushed my finger into her somewhat faster than intended. "Ooooh," Jane gasped from around his penis, which happened to be in her mouth at that moment. Her inside felt hot and squishy (if that is a word). The sphincter muscle closed tightly around my digit and I felt the surrounding tissue quiver in reaction to the intrusion. I began moving my finger in and out with increasing speed and it was easy to see that I was getting a positive reaction to my efforts. "That feels so nice," she sighed in verbal confirmation. On my next visit to the lube jar, I greased up two fingers to my wife's very obvious approval because she started squirming and pushing back against my hand. Three fingers opened her up (as per instructions) but I found that I could not go in so deep because my little finger kept trying to be part of the act and then, when I introduced the candle it was very nearly a disaster. I don't know if it was some kind of suction effect or simply my over-enthusiasm but I almost lost the damn thing on the first push. Very quickly thereafter I resorted to using the candle in combination with two fingers, holding the base of the candle in place with my thumb, and this seemed to be the ideal solution. I was having the time of my life. I loved doing it and the more I enjoyed it the less I seemed to resent the fact that I was merely getting my wife ready for Max to use - and that is perhaps a measure of how far I had travelled since the nightmare began. I felt that I could have made Jane cum with just this manual manipulation and I think that she thought the same thing because she suddenly said, "I want the real thing - please put it in me Max now." He gave the impression that he was going to do what she wanted, getting up and leaving Jane with her knees resting on the settee instead of his legs but having joined me at the business end of my wife's body he gave me a big wink. While I continued with fingers and candle he lubed up the dildo and handed it to me. Choosing my moment, I pushed it in and Jane shrieked, "Oh God that feels good - I knew it would." For two or three minutes she was deceived by the illusion but then she slowed down her enthusiastic reciprocal thrusts and asked suspiciously, "Is that you in me Dave and not Max?" The game was nearly up but neither of us spoke and I continued the fucking motion with my hand while Max crouched down behind me. My wife could not be fooled for long, "I don't think it is even a real prick," she accused, craning her neck round to see what was happening behind her. "Stop buggering me about. If you don't put your cock in me this second Max, I'm not going to play. " Even before Jane issued her ultimatum, Max had been greasing himself up, so as I scrambled out of his of the way, Max moved into position. There was one brief symbolic moment as he paused with his swollen cock head just touching her slightly distended anus and then he pushed. I reckon that he gave her about half his length in one quick thrust. "Oh God, Oh God, it hurts. Take it out please - it's too big," my wife cried out in shock. She froze waiting for Max to comply. He remained perfectly still, he did not push further but neither did he make any move to withdraw. Jane continued to beg for the cause of her pain to be removed, until on realising that nothing was going to happen, she began urgently scrambling forward, trying the escape the thick column of flesh impaled in her rectum. Max tried to pull her back but his greasy hands failed to get a grip on her hips. "Hold her head or something," he snarled at me, referring to Jane as if she were a horse. Obedient as ever, I restrained my wife's flight, only to earn a share of the vitriol as she shouted, "You're a couple of sadistic bastards and I hate the pair of you." Possibly to shut her up, Max slipped in some more inches. This caused another big shriek and some more foul language but with no real alternative, Jane resigned herself to endure. I don't know exactly when the change came but Max did because he started moving, only slowly at first but with a gradually increasing rhythm and within an amazingly short period of time, I witnessed my wife's rapid transition from very reluctant participant into a fervent convert to rectal intercourse. He gave her a couple of quick orgasms (the ones I had primed) but then paused to catch his breath and let Jane regain hers. "I love it," she enthused. "It's so huge - I swear I can feel it coming up my throat." After that he gave her the works and my wife was in another world, shrieking like a cat and frantically throwing her body back in the hope of feeling even greater penetration. I greatly regretted that I was still trapped by her head because the view from the other end must have been spectacular as he slammed into her. Both of their bodies were running with sweat and I have to admit that I felt pretty warm myself. The end when it came was peculiar because, instead of the usual final frenzy, Max suddenly froze and although he remained still for a long time, the twitching of his pelvis showed that he continued to pump cum deep into her bowels. I could easily believe that he had tied with her in the way a dog might. Eventually he pulled out. I was poised for a different flavour of cream pie and although I was to enjoy that dubious pleasure on other occasions, this time he waved me forward, saying, "That was too good not to share - come on, dip your wick before I change my mind." A rabbit down a hole had nothing on me and to parrot my wife's words, 'God it felt good'. It felt like a furnace in there and her whole lower body was dithering, as if in aftershock from her last massive orgasm, the new sensation titillating my nerve ends to an unwelcome extent. I was determined that in this at least I would not be a one shot wonder, so controlled myself to do it slow and easy. Jane I think welcomed the change of pace for she was either crooning or crying with pleasure. It was still sooner than I had hoped that I found myself sitting on the floor by Max with only Jane's legs separating us. That situation did not pertain for long because she suddenly jumped up and made a run for the bathroom. "That was fucking fantastic," Max told me. "Fucking fantastic," I echoed back. "You owe me one," he said. "I owe you one," I agreed. "Tell you what," Max suggested. "While we are waiting, you might as well be sucking me stiff, ready for when she gets back. It is ironic that during the six months I was on a constant sexual high and actually had my dick inside Jane far more frequently than I ever did before Max imposed himself on our lives. When she had a period I drew a blank where Max either enjoyed a blow job or had her roll over but he had the decency to reserve this for when they were alone. Generally, any day he had her I did too (on a ratio of roughly one to three), apart from the admittedly rare times that some malicious whim caused him to decree that Jane was too tired for any more and I had to toss myself off while they watched. Sometimes on those occasions my happily promiscuous wife gave visual inspiration by sitting naked in front of me, with thighs spread, pleasuring herself with a long handled hair brush, On the last day, having carried a pile of luggage out to his car, Max came back to say goodbye. Jane rushed forward to kiss him passionately. "I will miss you," she said simply and that must be about the greatest understatement of all time. He then turned to me and held out his hand, inevitably making me remember the first moment that he had entered our home. With few reservations, I returned the handshake and in doing so effectively condoned everything that had happened. Only at this point did Max remove a fat envelope from an inside pocket. Handing it to me he said, "I have made a nice profit staying with you instead of hotels so it's only fare that you should get a share the bonus - take Jane on a nice holiday, you both deserve one, especially you." With that he was gone. The envelope contained £1200 in notes. "I will never forget him," Jane said sorrowfully. I would never forget him either but perhaps the memory holds less bitterness than had he left earlier in the saga. Postscript. Max proved to be correct in his prediction that large cocks were addictive but so too is the role of cuckold - not to mention that unique amalgam of pain, pleasure and self disgust involved in sucking another man's cum from a much loved wife's well fucked cunt.