“I know,” she said, “but it bothers me. I married you. I like being with you. I like making love to you. You’ve never said you don’t like that.”
“I know, it’s just that the other thought is so erotic.”
“You’ve watched too many of those movies. I’m not like those women. I’m not sex starved or sex mad. I like sex with you.”
“I don’t have a big cock,” he said. “I’d really like to see you fucked by a big cock. All those women that you talk about, they love it. I want you to have the best.”
She sighed, a tiny, exasperated escape of air. “I’m happy with what I have, Peter. Yours is plenty big enough. Wanting the best of everything is ridiculous.”
“No,” he said, walking up and down in an agitated manner. “Of course, the best of everything is ridiculous, we couldn’t afford that – wer’e not rich – we’re not aristocrats; but you could have better sex. I could give you that, Sandra.”
“So long as you could find some super stud to fuck me. This stud, of course, could have any woman he wanted, so why would he want me?”
At that point, Peter became more excited. “There are these guys who like lots of sex. They like married women because there’s no strings. They get a kick out of stealing someone else’s woman. It has all the thrill of transgression without any risk.”
She stared at him for a minute, one thought after another flittering across her mind, playing out through the muscles of her face. Her forehead wrinkled for a moment, then a half smile made a fleeting impression on her lips before the frown deepened.
“It’s not exactly stealing if you’re pushing me at them. It might be risk free for them, but not for us.” she said. “You and me, us, we’d be taking a risk.” She looked at the floor for a second and then back to him. “I might like it, I might want more. I might fall for him.”
“Well, yes, but that’s not the deal. That’s not part of the deal.”
“There aren’t any deals with sex, Peter. Anyway, you might not like it. You might feel jealous. You might hate it. I might lose you, you might lose me.”
“That’s not going to happen,” he said.
“So, I’m too ugly for someone to fall for me? Is that it?” An edge of spite crept into her voice.
“I didn’t say that. How could you imagine I’d think that?”
“See,” she said. “All it takes is a tiny spark and, the next thing you’d know, we’d be trading insults.”
“You’re teasing me, aren’t you?”
“Yes darling. But I am nothing like as excited by this idea as you are.”
“So you’re not saying no?”
“Tell me how it goes?” she said wearily “Just this once, how would it happen? Does he come here? Do we go to a hotel? Do you watch? Do you join in?”
“I guess it depends on the guy we find.”
“No,” she said. “Don’t be stupid. We make the rules. It’s my body and our marriage, so our rules. Right?”
“Okay. Why don’t you decide.”
“I think,” she said; slowly, almost trying the words out in her head as she spoke. “I think it ought to be just him and me.”
“Why?”
“See, already you’re anxious. Relax. I don’t know how I’d be. I might be useless. I wouldn’t want to embarrass you. I don’t know what I’d be like, I don’t know what he’d be like. I might hate it, I might scream the place down. If I am going to do this, I have to do it on my own.”
She watched his face. Caught somewhere between a wicked grin and a frown; she could see that a lot was going on in his mind. She put a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him towards her. She didn’t kiss him but nuzzled his nose and pressed against him, forehead to forehead.
“It’s all in the mind, Peter darling. All in your mind. You’ll be able to sit at home with all your wicked thoughts and wait for me. You’ll be able to imagine all the great sex I’ll be having. In fact, you’ll probably imagine better sex than I’ll get. Me and this stud will be fumbling like teenagers in some strange hotel and you’ll be back home imagining me being fucked silly by a giant cock. You’ll be excited and frustrated until I get home. All your fantasies will be fulfilled.”
She pulled back a little to see his face, putting a finger under his chin and lifting his face towards her.
“One other thing love. I want you to do three things for me on the night, three special things. We’ll do all the getting ready together – you’ll shave my pussy and help me bath and dress but we’ll go in two cars and there’s three things you have to do for me before you come home. Will you promise to do them?”
“You haven’t said what they are.”
“I know, but I want you to promise anyway. This is all about trust. You’re trusting me to have sex with some super stud and then stay married to you. So do three things for me.”
“But I may not want to do them.”
“You’re making me do something I didn’t want to do. Three things, that’s all I’m asking.”
“What are they?”
“Promise first.”
He sighed, stared at her face, trying to read something in her enigmatic smile.
“I promise.”
“Thank you darling. The first thing is that we are going to get to the room early and you are going to fuck me. I want to be well lubricated before I take this giant cock and I want you to provide the lubrication.”
“But that’s not the way it’s usually done.”
“It’s how I want it done. He is going to be wearing a condom, so I will need lubrication. He’s getting seconds not you. You will still be my number one man. I’ve read about these bull types; they like to usurp the husband. I want him to know who is number one in this, so if he sees you dribbling out of me, then I’m fine with that.”
“But what if he leaves.”
“Then he leaves. That’s the beauty of it, darling. You will already have left, so you won’t know and I won’t tell you. It doesn’t spoil anything.”
She held a finger to his lips to stop him saying anything. “The second thing is that once you have fucked me, I am going to put you in a cock cage. I don’t want you going home and jerking off while you think about what’s happening to me.”
“Oh God,” he said.
She smiled and stroked his hair. “You want the full experience don’t you? I want you to save up what you have left for when I get back.”
“What’s the third thing?”
“I want you to inspect him. I want to be sure I’m getting the genuine article before I let him near me. It’s simple enough, you can both go to the men’s room and you can check him out. I’ll be in the hotel room, naked, pre-fucked and perfumed, waiting for both of you to appear.”
She grinned. “That way you’ll know what I’m getting fucked by without having to see me being fucked. Of course, you’ll be in your cage by then, so it may be a little humiliating for you, but you’ll know that your spunk is sitting in the cunt he’s going to fuck. So, you’ll have a little secret to cheer you up while you’re finding out how big he is.”
“Did you just think all that up tonight?’
“No darling. You have been going on about this, wearing me down for months. I’ve had plenty of time to think.”
“You’re amazing.”
“I know,” she said. “Now I want you to fuck me, seeing as this is bound to have made you excited, and then I have a surprise for you.”
She took his hand and led him to the bedroom. She stripped quickly and lay on the bed.
“Now let’s rehearse. I’m lying in the bed in the hotel room. You bring him in and introduce me. Then you help him undress so that he is standing there naked.”
“Do I undress as well?”
“What do you think? Do you want to be standing next to him with your cock in a cage? How fast can you strip? You wouldn’t want to keep him waiting.”
“I think I ought to be naked.”
“Hmmm, then we’ll have to find the right hotel room. We need one where the bathroom is right by the door so you can go in there to dress afterwards. So, here’s how it goes. You inspect him downstairs and give him your room key and tell him to come in five minutes. You come upstairs and strip, putting your clothes in the bathroom and you wait by the door. Are you imagining that?”
“Yes,” he whispered.
“When he comes in, you introduce him and then help him strip. I will then get off the bed and kneel in front of him. You will take hold of his cock, which will probably be a little hard by then, and you will put it in my mouth. You will then take one minute of film of me with his cock in my mouth and then you go to the bathroom, dress and leave. Does that work for you. Will it fulfil this fantasy of yours?”
“I really wish I could stay to watch.”
“We’re not going back over it, love. You’ll have a little film and I’ll tell you all about it when I get home. Now, start by going down on me and make the most of it as though it was the real thing.”
She slowly spread her legs. “Come on, I want your tongue in here where that big cock is going to go.”
Over the next half hour she made him work, first with his tongue until she almost came and then she took his cock in her mouth, bringing him up to the most aroused she could get him and keeping herself right on the edge with her own fingers. Finally, she shoved him down the bed and pulled him into her as deep as her could go.
After they’d both come and he was gradually subsiding she eased him off.
“Now for your surprises,” she said. “Stay there.” She ran to a cupboard, holding her cunt lips together to keep his load inside. and pulled out two packages. She lay back on the bed.
“This one’s for me,” she said, pulling a huge dildo out of one bag. “I bet you can’t find a guy as big as this for me.”
She rummaged in the second bag. “This is for you.” She grinned, holding a shiny steel cock cage. “I’m going to put it on you now, while you’re all spent, so it will go on easily and then you can fuck me with this monster.”
“Put it on now?”
“Yes,” she said, “right now. It goes like this — one part is like a regular cock ring, so we thread your cock and balls though it like this. The other part is the cage and they lock together.” She worked the cock ring into place and then teased his cock into the cage. “See,” she said, “like that, and then the two parts lock together and the little lock goes here and we do it up like this.” There was a solid click as the lock shut.
“Stand up. I want to see.” He rolled himself to the side of the bed and got to his feet.
“There, it looks lovely,” she said, pulling him towards her and beginning to lick the whole thing.
“Naughty me, I should have cleaned you up more. You’re a bit sticky. Never mind,” she said, and took the whole thing in her mouth, licking fondling and cleaning it for a minute. “You can shower and pee with it on, so it should be no trouble, well, apart from the obvious.”
She got of the bed, still naked and led him around the house. “I want you to get used to it.”
“How long is this going to stay on?”
“I though until you fuck me at the hotel. So you have to find the right stud and find the right hotel suit. Keeping this on should give you some motivation to get on with it.”
“Bloody hell woman, have you gone crazy?”
“No, you’re the crazy one. You’ve gone on about this for months. You should be careful what you wish for.”
She dragged him into the living room and sat down, leaving him standing in the middle of the room.
“I like you naked like that. It kind of suits you. Now there’s one other thing. You should probably wear this as well.”
She handed him a gold medallion about the diameter of a golf ball. It came complete with a gold chain.
“What is it?”
“A little something I made for you.”
“It’s just a plastic medallion.”
“Look at it carefully.”
He turned it over in his hand and then laughed.
“It’s a replica of that medal that you won in high school and on the back there’s your signature. Cool. How did you do that?”
“I used one of these new plastics that you can re-melt in hot water. The spare key to your cage is embedded inside. If ever you need it, you can melt the medal in hot water and get the key out. There’s no way you could remake it the same, so I’d know if you used it. I didn’t want to risk me losing the other key or maybe getting robbed, or even running off with the guy you find. This is a game not a punishment. I want you to be safe whatever happens. The whole thing is about winding up what’s in your head to give you a thrill. It’s not really about me being fucked, it’s about what’s in your head. Now, it’s time to fuck me with that big dildo to make sure that your lubrication works.”
She lay on the floor and handed him the dildo.
“Now fuck me,” she said. “Fuck me good and hard and lets’ see if I can take it.”
“Wouldn’t it be better if you did it?”
“No Peter darling. This is about someone fucking me, not me fucking myself. I can do that any time. This is a rehearsal of your fantasy, so fantasise away. Get that thing in me and talk to me while you do it. Tell me what this stud you’re going to find is doing to your wife.”
“You are lying on the bed, um, no you start off with his cock in your mouth and, um, I leave the room. After that you suck him till he’s hard and if he makes any dumb remarks about your wimp of a husband you tell him to stop — well, I hope you do.”
“Does that bother you? Being insulted behind your back. It seems to happen a lot in some of those movies you look at.”
“I won’t know will I? I won’t be there. But, I do worry that he might try to turn you against me.”
“I did warn you that it could go wrong.” She looked at him directly for a moment. “Yes love, I’ll tell him that I don’t want any of that, and if he persists, I’ll tell him to leave.”
“But you’ll be naked and he’ll be bigger than you. He might get angry and, I don’t know… I mean, he could do what he liked couldn’t he?”
“You mean he might try to have me whether I like it or not? The only way to avoid that is for you to find a trustworthy stud for me. It will be your fault if harm comes to me because you will chose him. I’m sorry, love. I know that’s a burden for you but it’s your fantasy. Now, get to work with that dildo, your lubrication will be drying up.”
Peter, now looking distressed, knelt alongside Sandra and began to apply himself, easing the monster dildo into her opening, working it in a little, out a little, until to his astonishment it began to disappear.
“Yes,” she said. “That’s it, gently does it, keep going.”
Peter kept working, seeing another inch and another inch go in.
“Shove it in. Keep going.” Her voice became an insistent moan. “Yes, yes, yes, do it, do it.” There was barely an inch left when she came in a huge convulsing orgasm and lay breathless on the floor, looking at the ceiling with a slow smile creeping across her lips.
“Leave it in,” she said. “I like to feel it, I want to see how much.”
He lay next to her, kissing and cuddling for ten minutes before she struggled to roll on her side and reached between her legs. She carefully eased the thing out, keeping one finger in place to measure the depth.
“Get a ruler please,”
They sat together and measured a full nine inches and a tiny bit more.
“What happens now Peter?”
“I don’t know. I guess you come home.”
“Maybe, but maybe I have a little nap to let my new lover recover and then maybe he fucks me again. The hotel is booked all night. Who knows how many times he might fuck me.”
“Oh God.”
“It’s making you hard, isn’t it? All this fantasy, all these dilemmas, all these choices. Scary erotic fantasy, Peter. Think what it will be like for real. You’ll be at home here with your cock in that cage. Will you sleep do you suppose? Will you keep waking up, wondering if I’m at home, wondering if he’s fucking me again?”
She reached over and pulled him to her. “I know I’m torturing you darling, but I have to know you really want this.”
“Will you hate me if I do?”
“No, why should I?”
“I feel as if I’m being unfaithful to you for wanting this.”
“Don’t be silly. I just have to be sure that I’ll have a marriage to come back to, not some shivering wreck of a husband that thinks I don’t want him any more because I’ve had a night of deluxe sex.”
She picked up the dildo again and started to lick the end of it. She ran her tongue around it then opened her mouth and took a few inches in.
“It tastes of you and me,” she said. “Nice.”
She played with her pussy lips for a minute, spreading them with her fingers and then applied the fat dildo to the opening. She pressed, deliberately pushing harder, with less sensitivity than Peter had used. Pushing three or four inches in, pulling out a little and shoving more in. Peter looked on astonished as the giant thing disappeared. She had it buried as deep as before in half the time, and kept it there oscillating to and fro no more than a finger’s breadth. Peter crawled over and started to kiss her.
“No, don’t do that,” she said. “You’re at home, miles away. I’m still at the hotel.”
Peter sank back onto his heels, staring at her, then closed his eyes.
“Go and lie on the bed and wait there.”
“But you may be ages.”
“Your catching on,” she said, her voice now a hoarse whisper. “Bed.”
Peter climbed the stairs like a recalcitrant six year old trying to stay up late. Sandra listened until she heard the door close and then rolled onto her side, drew up her knees and slowly got to her feet, clutching the furniture for support.
She walked with splayed legs, the dildo still in place to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of milk.
“Can I do this?” she mumbled to herself. “He’s not going to be put off.” She glanced at the time. “Half an hour,” she mumbled. “I’ll give him half an hour. What can I do with the time?”
She stood at the kitchen counter, holding her legs together to keep the dildo in place. She flipped open her laptop and dived into Craigslist. After a few minutes she stood back, looking surprised.
“Gee, Peter was right, there are guys with big cocks who advertise.” After a few minutes looking she bookmarked half a dozen entries, all with pictures proudly showing their huge cocks. She had another thought and started hunting around in the machine to see if Peter had ever looked. It didn’t take long before she had discovered another collection.
“Wow,” she breathed. “I wonder which of these he thinks would be best.”
A quarter of an hour went by before she knew. She shuffled across the kitchen and picked up a memory stick, plugged it in and copied her new finds and then deleted her searches. She shut the laptop and shuffled back to the living room. She slowly withdrew the dildo; looking at it with a wry grin before setting off upstairs. Peter was lying on the bed staring at the ceiling.
“Hello lover,” she said. “Time to finish the game.”
She leaned over him and unlocked the cock cage.
“When I get home I’m going to expect my husband to reclaim me,” she said. “You get the first fuck and the last fuck. Now go gently, I’ve had a big cock inside me.”
She descended on him, sucking with enthusiasm, making a good imitation of a wife in need of her husband, until he was hard. She pressed him flat into the bed and straddled him, facing towards the door and dropping herself onto him.
“I think this is called reverse cowgirl,” she said. “Does it do anything for you?”
“I can’t see your face.”
“Do you need to?”
“How will I know if you’re having a good time?”
“Good answer,” she said, climbing off him and lying down on the bed. ‘Fuck me.”
“Yes ma’am.”
As his prick moved inside her, she concentrated on trying to feel it, squeeze it, know that it was there. Not too bad, she thought. I can feel him, so that monster hasn’t made me so big he just disappears.
“Could you be a darling and lick me out to finish off the evening properly.”
“Won’t you be full of his cum when we do it properly?”
“No darling, he is going to use a condom. I don’t want anyone else’s sperms inside me. I’m going to be very insistent about that. Cocks and fingers and tongues are all very well, but little wriggly sperms have a life of their own. They only have one thing on their mind, so I’m very choosy about which ones are allowed to play in there.”
“But you’re on the pill.”
“Shut up Peter. Yours and no one else. That’s final.”
* * *
Sandra lay naked on the bed, waiting. So far, Peter had played his part. It had been hard to keep him in the cage for almost a week but it certainly made him get on with things. Releasing him and fucking him when they arrived at the hotel had been huge fun. The poor man had obviously suffered in the week that he’d been locked up. There had been times when she had almost relented, but, it was his idea, his fantasy that she should be with a well-endowed stud, so he could hardly complain. He had the medallion, so every minute that he didn’t melt it and use the spare key amounted to his consent to stay in the cage.
She had lain on the bed with a pillow under her bum, watching rubbish on the TV while Peter went and found Alex. How had the inspection gone? She wished she had been able to see that, but her script had taken a long time to work out; sifting through the possibilities in her mind. It had to be this way. The pillow was there to keep Peter’s semen in place. She wanted nothing to leak out. She had played with a dildo a little to spread the lubrication around.
There was a knock on the door followed by Peter looking like he’d just eaten the best chocolate in the box.
“Strip,” she said, and in a few seconds he was naked.
“He’ll be here in a minute,” he said.
“Does he come up to specification?”
“Oh yes.”
“Said with enthusiasm; this bodes well.”
There was a knock and then the door opened. And a tall slim man with a confident air and an engaging smile walked in.
“This is Alex, love. Alex meet Sandra.”
“Hello Alex,” said Sandra. “Alex, please forgive my little games but I’ve asked Peter to undress you. I guess he may have told you, but this is a special treat for me. If I’m naked, I like my attendants to be naked. You are going to attend to me aren’t you Alex.”
“Yes ma’am,” he said, a calm melodius voice. She thought, I wonder if he sings.
Peter, managing somehow to look confident in his cage as though it was nothing, helped Alex out of his jacket and shirt and picked up the trousers that dropped to the floor. Now for the interesting part she thought as Peter stood behind Alex and started to pull his pants down. Why did he stand there, she thought. Ah, but of course, he’s seen it already and he wants me to have a clear view.
Alex, standing in all his glory with a soft but really quite large cock, kicked off his shoes and socks and began to stroll towards the bed.
“Peter, you can take your movie now.” Alex stopped moving towards her as Peter pointed the camera.
“Here first,” she said spreading her legs and pointing between them. “Get a close up Peter dear, because the next time you see this cunt it won’t be the same.”
She slid off the bed onto her knees and beckoned to Alex. “Bring me his cock Peter,” she said, waiting as Peter moved forward to take Alex’s member in one hand as he filmed with the other. Taking his balls in one hand she gently licked the head, ran her tongue around it and opened her lips. She drew the slowly stiffening member into her mouth, sliding it in and out. Two inches in, one inch out as gradually more and more disappeared. Taking a deep breath and loosening her throat she took the whole length. She held it there for a moment and then eased it out. Holding it on her bottom lip with a few strands of saliva hanging across her mouth she turned to the camera.
“That’s the end of this trailer,” she said. “The rest is for your imagination only. Go home now Peter and wait for me. I may be some while.”
Sandra continued to suck as Peter retreated out of sight and a minute or so later they heard the door open and close. She sat back, releasing Alex and motioned him to sit on the bed. She stood up and ran to the door..
“I just want to be sure he’s gone,” she said taking a quick look in the bathroom. After a deep breath she opened the room door. There was no one in sight, so she stepped into the corridor and looked one way and then the other. Peter had definitely gone. Back inside, she shut the door and returned to Alex.
“Sorry about that. He wanted to stay, but I said no.”
“Always wise the first time,” he said.
“Have you done this with lots of couples?”
“Let’s just say it’s not my first time.”
“Good to know I’m in the hands of someone with experience.”
“You look delightful. I see you’ve been well prepared.”
She stood by the bed, her pussy almost in his face. “Peter did a good job,” she said.
“Is this his fantasy or yours?”
“You have done this before,” she said. “What do you think?”
“So his then.”
She nodded.
“So why did you send him away?”
“It’s all in his mind. If you left now he would still think his wife had sex with someone else. I could go home and spin him a story and he’d have had what he wanted.”
“Are you still not sure? Do you want me to go?”
“Not sure.” She turned and sat on his lap and put her arm around his shoulders. “You must wonder what you’ve come to.”
He stroked a hand down her back. “You are a beautiful woman. No man would regret a moment with you.”
She laughed. “Well that settles one thing,” she said. “You’re not short of charm.”
She reached to the side of the bed and opened a condom, smiled at him, placed it on the head of his penis and then used her mouth to roll it down the shaft.
“Nice trick,” he said. “Where did you learn it?”
“I watched a video and practiced on a dildo. I know this is going to sound crazy, but could you just fuck me. No messing around. No seducing, just fuck me so I can see what it’s like. I don’t mean to be cold but Peter has been pestering me with this idea for months. Fuck me and then at least I’ve done it.”
“And if you like it?”
“Maybe I’ll do it again, who knows? I like Christmas pudding but my life wouldn’t be over if I never ate it again.”
She slid off his knee and stretched herself on the bed; grinned at him, and opened her legs.
“Now please.”
He lay on the bed alongside her and ran a hand down her belly, soon disappearing into the folds of her vulva. He eased her open and moved on top, kissed her forehead and began to enter her. There was nothing brutal about it, but it was relentless. Pressure from the tip, a little movement, a pause, retreat a little and then pressure again, over and over, no more than millimetres at a time.
He took his weight on his elbows, watched her face, smiling in an encouraging way as he penetrated deeper and deeper.
“So far so good,” she said. “Do it harder, lets have the whole thing. Keep going. Do it for you, stop thinking about me. I’m a whore that Peter procured for you. Fuck me.”
“Kiss me whore.”
She pulled his face down onto hers, crushed their lips together and began to explore his mouth with her tongue. She bucked her hips into him, forcing the last inch of his cock all the way home, trying not to gasp as she kissed him. She reached a hand down to his arse and tried to delve with her finger, working at him trying to get him to come quickly. Damn it, she thought, he’s experienced, he can probably go on for hours. She pulled her mouth away to catch her breath.
“Come on big boy, work it, make me feel as if I’ve been really fucked.”
It was another ten minutes before he exploded and rolled off a minute later. She slid the condom off his prick and wrapped her lips around it to clean him up. When she was satisfied she sat up and tried to take stock.
“How was it?” he said.
“I’m not sure I know. Big, that’s for sure. Heaven knows if it was what Peter expected. What was I like? I know that’s not a fair question, I wasn’t exactly helping you, but you came, so something worked. I wasn’t a total turn off.”
“You are the most extraordinary woman,” he said. “I’ve never met anyone the least bit like you. You have a great body, you move well. What do you imagine happening now?”
“I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. I’d like to order room service and eat and talk and then, who knows? How does that sound?”
“You don’t want to go home?”
“No Alex. You can go if it’s boring. I plan on getting back late, or even tomorrow morning. I think it’s important that Peter frets for a while. The longer I stay out the more his imagination will run riot. That’s what it’s all about. We could eat in the restaurant if you’d prefer that.”
They settled for the restaurant on the grounds that it was more conventionally romantic. As Alex explained, it shouldn’t be all about Peter’s imagination, she should be getting the full experience as well. Over dinner she found out more about him. Her first guess, from hearing his voice, that he sang turned out to be correct.
“Is that with a band?”
“Oh no, with an amateur choir. We meet once a week, we do occasional concerts for charity and things like that. Performing keeps you on your toes and sharpens things up. I like doing it.”
“I’ve never tried,” she said.
“Maybe you should. The social side is good.”
“More women to seduce?”
“No,” he said. “More camaraderie, doing something that is a little bit difficult with a bunch of other people; supporting each other, giving and getting encouragement. It’s good for the soul.”
There was a long pause before she said, “Time for bed.”
“You had a thought?”
“Yes,” she said. “But not for you. Something to mull over. Are you coming to bed?”
“I wondered if you would ask.”
“The full experience. That’s what you said.”
The second attempt was slower, more sensual and took longer.
“I have somewhere to be tomorrow,” he said as they lay together afterwards. “I’m going to set my alarm for six, if you don’t mind.”
“What time do you have to actually leave, assuming you have a shower and something to eat?”
“I need to be away from here at seven,” he said.
She dialled room service and ordered breakfast for six twenty. “So, time for a quickie in the morning?”
“If you insist.”
“The full experience,” she said as she closed her eyes and dozed off.
She woke him at ten to six, sliding down the bed and beginning to suck his cock. She had a condom on it and was riding him before the alarm went off. Sitting up in a cowgirl pose she worked her clit with one hand, forcing herself to the fastest organ she could manage before rolling him on top and urging him to cum.
He showered but she wrapped herself in a dressing gown and called room service to ask where the breakfast had got to. He ate quickly, gave her a brief kiss and was out of the door by ten before seven. She waved him away and ate the last croissant.
“How will Peter be doing, I wonder?” she said aloud. She rummaged in the waste bin and retrieved the three used condoms each sealed with a neat knot. “That should convince him.”
She opened her laptop and spent ten minutes searching on Google. “Tuesday evenings, that looks good.” She typed a quick email and then happened to catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She rumpled her hair and looked at herself with a wicked grin.
She pushed the breakfast things together on the tray and went to the bathroom. Alex had used one of the small bottles of shampoo. She rinsed it out six times until all the soap had gone, and then dried it. She put two of the condoms inside and then chewed the end off one so that it leaked and then put it in the bottle. She stood in front of the mirror again and dipped her finger in the sticky liquid. She carefully smeared some of the cum into her hair at the front, using it to slick down a few strands across her forehead. She applied another dip to her pussy, spreading it around on her mound and across a little of her belly. She looked at the result for a moment and then secured the cap on the bottle and put it in her handbag.
After that she packed, phoned reception to be sure that nothing else had to be paid and set off for her car. The drive home was uneventful and she made sure to keep her ruffled slut appearance intact. By seven thirty she was opening the front door. Where was Peter? She crept around downstairs and found no sign of him. There was an empty pizza box on the counter.
She crept upstairs and looked into the bedroom. Peter was asleep, naked on top of the covers. She stood for a moment wondering whether to wake him or crawl into bed. She dropped her clothes on the floor and lay naked on the bed beside him. After a minute that seemed pointless, she wasn’t going to sleep and who knows when he would wake up.
She rolled over and gazed at his cock cage. She eased herself off the bed and crept around to his side before kneeling next to the cage. From there it was easy to lean over and carefully wrap her lips around the whole thing. Bringing her mouth down to completely envelope the device she kept an eye on his face, looking for any flicker of awakening. Trying to avoid breathing too hard she started to work with her tongue. How hard could she get him before he awoke? She began to feel the flesh inside the cage pressing out and bulging through the spaces in the metal. Soon it was bound to produce some discomfort. She worked harder and was rewarded with an eye opening.
“Morning Peter, are you happy to see your slut wife?”
He woke with a start and tried to sit up. She pushed him back down.
“This is going to be tricky darling because I want this thing off and you are starting to get bigger inside it.”
She slipped the key chain from her neck and unlocked the small padlock. Working as delicately as she could she eased off the front half of the device.
“The cock ring can stay for now,” she said. “It’ll probably help, don’t you think?”
“How was it?” he said.
“Fuck first, stories later,” she said, starting to climb on top of him. She used one hand to make sure he was entering her and slid down as hard as she could, facing him, riding him, wishing she had a cowboy hat.
“How was it for you?” she asked.
“Terrible, marvellous, frustrating, so many things at once. It was torture and it was brilliant at the same time. I almost went insane. I nearly got in the car to come and get you.”
“Keep working darling. I need your cum in me. The balance has to be restored.”
She dropped down on one elbow brushing her nipples across his chest while working at her clit with her other hand, trying to make herself come as quickly as she could. It didn’t take long and still he hadn’t got there. She grabbed him with both arms and rolled him on top of her, forcing him to plunge as deeply as he could. She made a huge effort to contract her pelvic floor as hard as she could, trying to grip him tightly, to stimulate him as much as she could. One hand crept across his buttock, found his arse, and set about stimulating it while the other held the back of his head so that she could subject him to the fiercest kisses she could manage.
In two minutes she felt the familiar jerking and his moans through her kiss. She let him rest for a while; beginning to wonder whether she deserved a second breakfast. It took a long time before he finally rolled off and, though she was lost in the silence of her thoughts, she could feel him sobbing. She stroked his head, running her fingers through his hair.
“You are a crazy man,” she whispered, “putting yourself through this. You know I love you. I don’t want to be a whore for someone else, I want you.”
When he had calmed, he asked her how it went.
“Darling, it doesn’t really matter. You know enough already. I came home at dawn, there’s spunk in my hair and, if you lick that nice pussy you shaved yesterday, you’ll find more than sweat. I have a souvenir for you,” she said, rising from the bed and removing the little bottle from her handbag.
“That’s probably all you need to know.”
“But how was it? What did he do?”
“That’s between me and Alex. You wanted me to have sex with another man. You’ve seen the man, you’ve got his cum in your hand. You had me before and after and you must have noticed that you were a looser fit this morning.”
“Are you going to do it again?”
“I might.”
“With Alex?”
“No. He’s charming and an interesting man, but if I do it again, I’ll decide who.”
“But you got me to find him, to inspect him. You put me on the spot to make sure he wasn’t dangerous.”
“Yes, I did, because you wanted this, so you had to be responsible. If I do it again it will be because I want it, and you’ll have to live with the consequences.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, Peter, that if I do it again it will be my secret. I will tell you beforehand. I will expect you to fuck me before and after, like today, and wear the cage while I’m out. I will insist on condoms but no souvenirs in future, it’s too messy. I won’t tell you who or where, but it won’t be all night like yesterday. That’s too expensive and tiring. If I do go out then I’ll take your car keys as well — I don’t want you trying to follow me and peek. You wanted a hot wife. Hot wives decide these things for themselves. I will stick by what we promised each other. You remember — richer or poorer and all that; but ,if you remember clearly, there was nothing in our vows about forsaking all others. I know some churches have that in the vows, but maybe you didn’t notice that we didn’t. To be honest, I only remembered when you started all this.”
There was a long silence.
“So if I wanted another woman, then I could?”
“If you stick to the same rules.”
“You mean?”
“You fuck me before you go, you use a condom with her and you come home and fuck me after. Of course then you won’t be a cuckold with a hot wife, we’ll just be a swinging couple. Is that what you want?”
“No,” he said. “I don’t want that. What we did this time was everything I wanted and more beside.”
She kissed him again. “Darling, that’s what I hoped. I think you need some breakfast. I’m going to shower now; coming home smelling of sex is all very well, but it doesn’t go so well with food.”
Over the next week, they talked on and off, but she kept quiet about details. Now and then she tempted him with the thought that she might go out again. From time to time she worked mysteriously on her laptop but kept what she was doing on a memory stick around her neck. Sex was as good as it had ever been. After two weeks she dropped the bomb.
“I’m going out on Tuesday next week,” she said. “The usual rules apply. I want my first fuck at about six because I’ll be out by seven. I’ll be home later that night but you’ll be caged for the evening with no car. I’ve checked your diary and it’s all clear.”
She came across as business like as she could; making it seem completely matter of fact, as if she was going to the library.
“I thought you hadn’t decided.”
“Well, I have decided. I think once a month is about right, don’t you? Enough to keep your cuckold fantasy alive and keep me in practice, though I must admit I’m hoping to perform on something a little smaller.”
“So it’s not Alex?”
“No, you can call him if you want to check.”
“So that’s it. You’re a hot wife and I’m a cuckold?”
“Do you want a certificate?”
“No,” he said. “I don’t know whether to be excited or sad. I’ve got butterflies in my stomach. The world’s going up and down.”
“If you feel too awful I could stop, but I think we ought to do it at least once more before we decide.”
“You mean before you decide.”
She patted his head. “Yes love ,that’s the way, stick to the script. But, actually, I do mean ‘we decide’. I can’t do this if it hurts you.”
“No,” he said. “You’re right. Do it again.”
“Good,” she said. “Try to keep the third Tuesday each month free, it will make planning so much easier.”
He sank into a chair. “Wow, you are so amazing.”
When the day came she was as good as her word. He shaved her pussy at five; they had vigorous sex at six and the cage was applied by six-thirty. She hung his medallion around his neck and kissed him goodbye.
“Do wait up,” she said. “I don’t plan to be very late.”
“Why are you taking your laptop love?”
“We might want to watch a movie,” she said as she closed the door.
Half an hour later, she was sitting with the computer open looking expectantly at a dozen people sitting around a large table.
“We have a new member this evening,” said a blonde woman. “Sandra, welcome to our writing group. The rules are fairly simple; we write on a topic for half an hour and then read back to each other. After that we have coffee and then people read anything they want feedback on. We’re usually done by ten. Tonight’s topic is ‘All In The Mind’.”
Sandra smiled at everyone in the room and settled down to type. You couldn’t make this up, she thought. Peter thinks he’s a cuckold and he loves it. I’m acting out my writer fantasy with cum leaking out of my panties and I get fucked again by the man I love when I get home. This is the life.
