The truth was that it was nothing of the kind. Food was definitely a secondary consideration; the entire evening had been arranged by the She-Devil Carmen in order to allow me and our new friend Hilary to have an intimate sexual encounter in their house.
For the first time in our Journey into Cuckoldry I, Mister Cuckold, was actually the centre of attention.
Of course, no event organised by Carmen would be complete if it didn’t end with my wife’s vagina and womb being filled with another man’s semen so naturally that was also on the menu for the evening.
Hilary, my partner for the after-dinner activities, had been my dinner companion at the recent New Year Ball. At least twenty-five years older than me she still had a pleasant svelte figure, albeit with suspiciously firm breasts for her age. According to Carmen had been a swinger for many years; she was bright, attractive, entertaining company and the two of us had got on very well indeed.
As well as being interesting, her conversation had also been littered with sexual innuendo which had helped distract me from the groping my wife was receiving alongside me under the table from Peter, the well-built, rugby-playing husband of our host Elaine.
Despite making considerable progress with Alice, Peter had eventually abandoned her and concentrated on our new friend Julie on his other side. This change of attack had proved admirably successful; he had gone on to fuck her brutally and bareback against the wall of an nearby unused room while her husband searched unsuccessfully for her in the bar and I watched, concealed by darkness.
After the ball, to my considerable surprise, Carmen had told me that Hilary had enjoyed my company so much and had heard on the swingers’ grapevine (meaning Carmen herself) such good reports of my cunnilingual skills that she had asked whether the two of us could get together for me to give her a personal, private demonstration.
I had been stunned; the idea of Cucky-Boy becoming a Bull in any way was almost unthinkable but my adored wife had bolstered my confidence and agreed that if I wanted to have a sexual encounter with Hilary, it would only be fair.
My confidence as a cocksman had never been great and being cuckolded so frequently had weakened it further so Carmen had stepped in and arranged the evening’s event. By being part of a larger group, I knew that, should Hilary need more than I could deliver, Carmen’s stud of a husband, Steve, could step in and finish her off.
Having watched Steve in action with my sweet wife, I knew very well what he and his extraordinary cock were capable of delivering.
The guests at this ‘light supper’ were therefore Carmen and Steve, my new admirer Hilary, her soon-to-be-cuckolded husband Clive and of course my Hotwife and me.
The seating plan for supper had required a little thought. After we had drunk a glass or two of wine in their lounge and had the surreal, artificial conversation people have when they expect to be having sex with each other in a short time we were directed by the She-Devil to specific places at table.
Hilary was placed between me and her husband, Alice was on my other side and Steve next to her. This left Carmen between her husband and Clive, directly across the table from me.
Of course, seating a husband and wife together breached the normal conventions of an English dinner party but that evening it allowed Clive and me to watch and enjoy any activity that took place beneath the table between our wives and their soon-to-be-lovers.
For the first time since our Journey into Cuckoldry had begun, that night I, Mister Cuckold had fallen into this latter category. I was to be Hilary’s illicit sex partner for the evening; it was her husband Clive’s turn to wear the cuckold’s horns!
Of course with the She-Devil in charge, it couldn’t be that simple. At the same time as I was to play the unfamiliar role of Bull for Hilary and Clive, my own wife’s body was to be plundered mercilessly by Steve in the room alongside.
I was to be both Bull and Cuckold at the same time. Two sets of horns at once. Carmen’s perverse imagination knew no bounds.
Despite having recently complained about sex with Steve becoming routine, Alice was obviously excited about having another evening with her lover so soon after her last fucking and was bright and giggly from the start.
Though very enjoyable for me, our one attempt at sex during the week had been less than successful as far as my wife was concerned – she had once again failed to reach orgasm – but as usual she had tried to hide the fact to protect my feelings.
Alice looked stunning again, having chosen her favourite short red cocktail dress for the evening along with white stockings, white lingerie and very high red heels. A familiar and favourite combination, it suited her blonde colouring well and she had once confided it was Steve’s favourite too.
She had once again blamed her hormones for a ‘blotchy, teenage’ complexion but as far as I could see, she was as clear-skinned and wildly sexily alluring as she had ever been.
I flatter myself that I understand women better than many men do, but sometimes I despair about them. My wife was without doubt the sexiest, most attractive woman I knew; adored by me, openly desired by most men she met; touched and even possessed by a few of them too. But no matter how much I said, no matter how strong the evidence to the contrary, she still managed to feel insecure in her own body.
Carmen however did not seem to be plagued by such doubts and was wearing the mid-thigh black number I had seen before, a dress that showed off her curves very well indeed; curvier still thanks to her pregnancy. With black tights, black patent shoes and lots of gold jewellery she looked very womanly and very sexy although I knew only one man had a chance with her that evening.
My intended partner for the evening looked simply stunning too despite her age. Hilary had eschewed the usual cocktail dress for a very short black skirt over which she wore a long, low cut top. This combination had the double benefit of showing off her long, if rather skinny legs and displaying her suspiciously firm breasts while leaving the shape of her tummy a mystery.
We three men looked smart but as so often happens, had unconsciously dressed very similarly. Blue striped shirts in various hues were much in evidence over jeans and chinos but of course, our appearances counted for very little.
Dinner started well and improved further as the wine flowed. Given all the emotions attached to the evening, the atmosphere had been surprisingly light and there had been a lot of giggling and fondling under the table throughout the meal.
Indeed, Steve had dexterously managed inch, by surreptitious inch, to raise the hem of my wife’s tight red dress above her waist so that by the time the coffee arrived she was sitting at the table with her tiny white satin panties and stocking tops visible to all.
Both Steve and I had quite noticeable erections.
Hilary’s skirt was so short that clever manipulation was not necessary to expose her body; the tight material had ridden up over her tiny black panties of its own accord long before my hand began to stray to her skinny thighs.
When it did so, her legs parted so willingly I found myself at one point with a coffee cup in one hand and my other cupping her silk-encased vulva. Her husband Clive was pretending not to notice but I could tell his eyes were fixed on her groin.
Although over sixty and technically old enough to be my mother, Hilary was like no mother I had ever met. Surprisingly tall and extraordinarily slim, she was bright and friendly and managed to work some kind of sexual reference into almost everything she said. Her skin was clear and bright if a little wrinkled, her greying hair coloured expensively.
The ‘life less monogamous’ had clearly served her well.
For a moment, I wondered what thirty more years of infidelity might do to my lovely wife. When we were both over sixty, would I still be bringing her to Carmen’s house for a thorough fucking? And how many partners might she have had in all that time? My mind boggled!
“Penny for them?” Hilary asked softly, her hand on my thigh.
“Hmmm?”
“Your thoughts. You were miles away,” she explained.
“Nothing. I was just wondering…”
“Wondering what?” Her eyes were bright and mischievous as she cupped my cock under the table.
I looked her in the eye and grinned meaningfully.
“It doesn’t matter,” I said. “We’re not here to think!”
“That’s certainly right,” she grinned back. “I was wondering too!”
“And what was on your mind, Hilary?” I asked. “What were you wondering?”
The lascivious smile on her face was infectious as she said in a loud voice.
“I was wondering how long we have to wait before you and I can get started!”
As soon as Hilary’s words had been spoken Steve looked at Carmen who smiled in an almost queenly way, nodding as if giving her consent to the activities that would soon follow as if she were a Roman Emperor starting the proceedings in the arena.
It was an indication of the way this extraordinary woman had us all in her enchantment that at the time, it seemed only natural.
Steve slowly rose from the table and casually moved behind my wife’s back where he started to massage her shoulders under her long blonde hair. Taking her cue, Hilary started to massage my groin beneath the table.
A minute or two later and with surprising ease, the shoulder straps of my wife’s dress slipped smoothly forward and down her upper arms, leaving her tiny, satin-covered breasts clearly visible. At first she gasped in surprise, then instinctively tried to cover her breasts with her hands, then abandoned the idea and raised her pretty face to Steve.
“I’ve been desperate to do that all evening,” he whispered in a voice we could all hear.
“Then why didn’t you?” Alice asked smiling up at him.
She rose to her high-heeled feet and stepped back from the table, holding her dress up with one hand; taking Steve’s arm with the other then looked across at his wife, Carmen who raised a knowing eyebrow.
“When you’ve got to go, you’ve got to go!” the She-Devil said with a smile.
My unfaithful wife then looked at me as she held her lover’s hand tightly.
“Enjoy yourself,” I smiled.
The familiar tightness in my chest and stomach that is the cuckold’s living agony returned, along with a tightly constrained erection as the mother of my children led her lover away from the table towards the door.
As the two of them were about to leave the room, Alice turned to me one last time.
“Have fun yourself, CB,” she smiled.
I watched as my lovely, sexy wife left the dining room. There were footsteps on the stairs and the familiar low nausea in my stomach made its awful presence felt.
I was about to be cuckolded again; in a short time, another man’s erect cock would enter my wife’s skinny body and bring her the pleasures of the flesh that I could not provide alone. Another man’s seed would enter the womb that should only have known mine.
In a short time, her body would be violated; defiled by a man who was not her husband.
And I would do nothing to stop it. Worse; I would love every moment of it.
A brief sensation of self-disgust washed over me. I gulped then, as the footsteps faded, became aware of an insistent pressure in my groin. I turned to look into the bright, pretty, expectant face of Hilary.
“Shall we go too?” a soft, pleasant voice asked.
It was time for me to perform! The realisation made me feel even more nervous; even more anxious but excited at the same time. Instinctively I looked across at Carmen for her reaction. She smiled indulgently.
“Clive and I will have another coffee down here,” she said as if reading my mind. “It’ll give you two a chance to get to know each other. He’ll come up quietly once things have moved on a bit.”
Smiling, Hilary’s rose to her feet too. I took her offered hand and for the second time in a few minutes, an eager, expectant, unfaithful wife led a man who was not her husband upstairs.
As we crossed the landing I glanced through the half-open door of the master bedroom. My sweet wife and her lover were standing face to face, their mouths pressed together in a long, passionate kiss. Alice’s arms were around Steve’s muscular neck; her back towards to door; her long blonde hair cascading down over the tight redness of her short dress. She looked tall, slender, almost boyish and so, so desirable.
As they kissed, Steve’s eyelids flicked open, his gaze met mine and for a second we stared into each other’s eyes, mine nervous and uncertain, his sparkling and triumphant. Then, slowly and deliberately, his expert hands slipped my wife’s red dress to the floor where it pooled around her high-heeled feet.
She stood, her back still towards me, in her tiny white lingerie; stockings, suspenders, microscopic panties and unnecessary bra, her mouth open wide to receive her lover’s tongue. Steve’s hands slipped around her waist then down to cup her bottom.
For a moment I watched as my wife ground her hips against Steve’s groin, her tight, muscular buttocks flexing as she wantonly pressed her well-used vulva against his bulge then rubbed herself brazenly against his upper thigh.
Steve’s hands had just slipped inside her panties when a soft voice alongside me brought me back.
“She’s lovely, isn’t she?” a soft voice at my aide asked.
I felt my hand being squeezed.
“Very,” I sighed.
“And he’s very good.”
“So I’ve seen.”
Steve’s dextrous fingers had eased my wife’s tiny panties down over her buttocks so the waistband lay in the crease at the top of her thighs. His hidden hand had moved to her groin; from the way her hips and bottom were writhing and squirming, he had to be fingering her and doing it well.
“Has he fucked her many times?”
“Quite a few. He was her first… our first, I should say.”
Hilary chuckled knowingly as my wife pressed her vulva hard against Steve’s fingers, her head falling backward, her blonde hair flowing over her smooth shoulders.
“Does it hurt to watch?” she asked.
“Always!”
“But you have to do it? Need to?”
I sighed.
“Oh God, yes!”
Alice’s tiny bra was stripped away and a moment later Steve had picked her bodily from the floor and carried her over to the big bed. My lovely, pretty wife lay nearly naked on her back in full view of the doorway and as I watched, she raised her hips to ease the removals of her panties then spread her thighs wide for her lover, her shaven vulva on full display and a broad, lustful smile on her sweet face.
Steve moved out of sight. The door slowly closed. My wife was now his.
I sighed as the cuckold’s familiar swell of nausea slowly passed through me.
“We’d better leave them to it!”
Hilary’s words broke through my reverie, reminding me that this evening was different. This evening I too had a job to do.
“Of course. I’m sorry,” I mumbled, looking at my pretty companion.
“It’s okay; I understand,” she said and I instantly knew it was true; Hilary really did understand what it meant to share the most precious thing in your life.
“You will… be gentle with me, won’t you?” she added.
To my surprise, now that the bedroom was in sight and our encounter imminent, the confident innuendo had gone from Hilary’s voice. I looked again into her pretty face and to my surprise saw hesitation, perhaps even fear.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I’m not… as pretty as your wife,” she said. “And not as young.”
“You’re very attractive,” I insisted truthfully. “Very sexy indeed.”
“And I’m not as experienced as you might have been told either,” she added anxiously.
“I thought Carmen said…” I began.
“Carmen doesn’t know everything,” Hilary said quietly. “But she does speak highly of you.”
“I hope I live up to expectations,” I said genuinely nervously.
I squeezed her hand gently then led the lovely lady into the guest room and part closed the door, leaving a small opening between it and the frame.
“Goodness!” Hilary whispered behind me.
I turned towards her and looked around.
Carmen had clearly wanted to set a romantic scene; the room glowed orange-red with the light of a half-dozen candles that sat on the dresser and bedside tables. The room was warm, the bedclothes already pulled back and welcoming.
A large cheval mirror stood at the foot of the bed, clearly not angled to allow the occupant to address their clothing; it would however provide anyone lying on the mattress with an excellent view of anything taking place between their legs.
“It’s ridiculous but I feel very nervous,” Hilary said.
She looked it too as we stood together at the edge of the mattress, her face angled up towards mine.
“I do too,” I confessed. “I’m not used to… to this kind of thing.”
“Well let’s try and help each other, shall we?”
Hilary closed her eyes and raised her lips. Instinctively, I lowered my mouth to hers. Our lips touched and for the first time in many years I found myself in a sexual embrace with a woman who was not my wife.
It felt electric; strange and unfamiliar but exciting. Hilary was a first class kisser too, her lips active on mine, her tongue instantly in my mouth. I sucked on it, thrusting back with my own tongue in response and a moment later our arms were around each other’s bodies, mouths wide open, fully engrossed as if we were teens.
Hilary’s arms rose around my neck and my hands fell to her buttocks, kneading the tight muscles firmly, pressing her vulva against my upper thigh as I had just watched my wife do with her own lover only minutes before.
I have to admit, it felt good; good to have an attractive woman in my arms; good to feel attractive again myself.
We kissed with increasing passion, my hands mimicking Steve’s as they fell to Hilary’s waist and fumbled with the zipper on her skirt. I was relieved to find that my teenage skills hadn’t abandoned me; the short fabric band that passed for Hilary’s skirt was soon bunched around her ankles leaving my hands free to caress her taut buttocks beneath their black satin covering.
Encouraged by my exploring fingers, Hilary pressed her groin hard against my upper thigh, rubbing herself slowly up and down. I moved my leg forward a little and felt the pace of rubbing increase as her tongue plunged deep into my mouth.
My hands released her buttocks and began to raise her long top up and over her tummy then her breasts. Hilary released my neck and held her arms upright like a child as I peeled the top from her slim body to reveal her full, over-firm breasts supported by a low-cut black lace bra.
Without hesitating, she reached behind her back and released the clasp of her bra then slipped the garment down her slender arms and cast it aside. Her breasts stood firm, hard and rounded on her skinny chest.
“Do you like them?” she asked, looking into my eyes with a cheeky grin. “They were very expensive.”
I grinned and reached out to touch them; they felt strange; not obviously unnatural but suspiciously large and firm for a woman her age. I cupped them in my palms then toyed with her firming nipples.
“Mmmm. That’s nice,” Hilary purred.
We kissed slowly and deeply, our tongues entwined, my hands enjoying the feel of her breasts. I twisted and flicked her nipples between my fingertips, the dark circles firm; her teats hard and protruding.
It felt good! Cucky-Boy was enjoying another woman’s body at the same time as his wife was surrendering hers to one of her lovers. I felt attractive, wanted sexually. I began to understand how my wife must feel whenever she gave herself to another man. Hilary’s fingers were active on my shirt buttons, then on my belt buckle and zipper. Before I knew it, my trousers were around my ankles.
My hands slipped from Hilary’s breasts to her sides and hips, then downwards to her bottom. Like Alice, her buttocks were hard and bony but they felt good under my touch. Soon I was kneading them firmly, pulling Hilary’s groin harder against my thigh where, like Alice, her rubbing grew more frantic.
There was a change in the taste of her mouth; she was now seriously aroused. I had noticed this in the past, before my wife ceased to be mine alone; even before Alice and I had been married. The difference arousal could make to a woman’s smell and taste was extraordinary and, for me at least, highly erotic.
It was time to move on!
Breaking our embrace, I kicked off my trousers, shoes and socks then pulled off my shirt and, wearing only my boxer shorts, dropped to my knees in front of the woman I could now call my lover. My face was close to her expensive breasts; I licked them, first one nipple then the other, feeling their hardness under my tongue. Hilary sighed; I felt her fingers in my hair, pulling my head into her bosom as if feeding a child. For a few minutes I suckled on her teats, drawing them one by one into my mouth, nipping them gently with my teeth, hearing the soft sounds of pleasure above me.
My hands caressed her legs, from her ankles to her tiny panties and back. My fingertips explored her calves and thighs, the backs of her knees and the deep crease where her soft flesh merged with her firm buttocks.
Above me, Hilary sighed again and pulled my head closer into her breast.
My active fingers sought and found the elastic waistband of her panties and slowly, carefully, I began to lower them, exposing the vulva that was to be the centre of my attention. As I drew the tight elastic down over her slender thighs, knees and ankles, I could feel Hilary’s body tense in anticipation, and as the panties were finally cast aside and her legs freed, she opened them a little as if to give me better access.
Releasing her teat, I sat back on my heels before her to survey the scene then looked up into my lover’s pretty face. Hilary smiled down at me, happy but anxious.
“No too old for you?” she asked.
“You could never be too old for anything,” I replied with a smile, then returned my gaze to her freshly exposed vulva level with my face.
Hilary’s body was skinny, her legs toned and her belly flat. True, there were a few stretch marks on her lower belly and a fair amount of grey in the small patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair above her slit. Her outer lips were already puffy and lubrication glistened in the dark cleft between them.
She was very aroused; very ready.
For a moment I wondered whether this was what my lovely wife’s body would be like after thirty years of cuckolding; after a lifetime of lovers but the immediate need to bring pleasure to Hilary brought me back to the job in hand.
With a hand on each of her thighs, I lowered my face to her vulva, inhaled once again the sweet aroma of a woman’s aroused body then in a bold, smooth movement, drew the flat of my tongue the full length of her slit.
“Oh Jesus!”
Hilary’s hands gripped my shoulders tightly for balance, her legs shaking at the touch of my tongue. Encouraged, I repeated the stroke; then did it again, feeling her long fingernails digging hard into the muscles of my neck.
“Oh God!”
Two more deliberate strokes of my tongue on her slit and her knees buckled, her legs folded and my lover was on her back on the mattress. Still on my knees, I spread her legs wide. Hilary’s slit was already opening, her skinny legs trembling.
For a moment I gazed at the obscenely displayed female flesh before me and the woman of which it was so important a part.
But I knew better than to give her body any chance of respite; I lowered my head firmly to Hilary’s groin and began to tongue her comprehensively, from the base of her slit, over the hot, weeping entrance to her vagina and up to her heavily-hooded clitoris.
“Oh yes! Yes! Yes!”
A dozen strokes with the flat of my tongue was enough to bring about her first minor climax, her juices flowing freely into my open mouth. Once again I was amazed how different each of my oral conquests had tasted; from the sweet, mild nectar that flowed from Julie’s inexperienced slit to Carmen’s powerful musk with my wife’s familiar tang somewhere in between.
Hilary’s secretions were closer to Carmen’s pungent scent and I revelled it their heady aroma, dipping my tongue deep into her vagina then toying with the underside of her clit, raising its heavy hood with my fingers and tongue before diving deep underneath.
“YYYYeeeeSSSSSS!”
A very satisfying climax followed almost immediately, Hilary’s hands in my hair, first pushing my head away then pulling it painfully back onto her engorging slit.
Suddenly I could feel rather than see movement behind me. Without lifting my mouth from Hilary’s groin, out of the corner of my eye I could see the door silently opening and someone softly sneaking into the room. I relaxed a little when I realised it was her husband Clive; he was moving along the wall, keeping himself well away from the action on the bed but making sure he had a good view.
I should have been nervous; after all I was flagrantly cuckolding him – orally at least – but my morals had been so twisted by my Journey into Cuckoldry that it seemed only normal for a man to want to watch his wife being brought to orgasm by someone else. When he began to strip off his clothes it seemed even more appropriate.
I returned my full attention to the puffy labia and engorged clitoris pressed against my messy face. Hilary’s vagina was weeping freely now, her juices pungent and unbelievably arousing. Perhaps it was this; perhaps it was her husband’s presence spurring me on but something almost bestial within my subconscious told me it was time to move on and move on fast.
Hilary’s vagina was seeping lubrication into my mouth. I directed my tongue a little higher, its pointed end plunging under her heavy clitoral hood and onto the hard hidden nub within. She gasped and bucked against my face. As her body responded, I carefully slipped the long middle finger of my left hand up, under my chin and into her warm entrance.
It was very loose; Hilary barely seemed to notice its presence compared with the onslaught on her exposed clitoris. I slipped a second finger alongside the first. She was still loose around them but now I could feel her body enjoying their presence.
Moving gently and to my right, I thrust the two central fingers of my right hand deep into her vagina, curling them upwards behind her pelvic bone, feeling with my fingertips for the small, rough patch within her that marked the presence of her G-spot.
In a few short moments I had found it; small, deep within her body but very distinctive. I began to work my fingertips over the rough patch, curling them back and forth in fast, determined movements as my tongue continued its work on her clitoris.
It was a contortion for me and the danger of punching myself in the mouth was high but Hilary’s reactions justified it all. Within a minute her eyes opened wide and her body began to buck against my hand. I abandoned her clitoris and moved my face further away from her groin but redoubled the work of my fingers within her vagina.
“Oh God! Oh GODDD!”
The two active fingers within her vagina were working overtime; again and again they scraped over her rough place, working her G-spot for all they were worth.
Hilary’s eyes closed tightly, her hands in fists, then her mouth flew open, her eyes opened too, the pupils disappeared back into her head leaving two white spheres between her dark lined lids.
“AAAYYYYJJJEEEEEESSSUUUSSSSSSCCCCHHRRRIIISSSTTTTT!!!!”
The jet of spray that sprang from the older woman’s crotch as she squirted hit me full in the face, taking me by complete surprise.
I had never even see a woman squirt before, let alone felt and tasted it, and for a moment I was dumbfounded. What in God’s name had I done? Was she dying?
“Christ almighty!”
The amazed voice of Hilary’s husband Clive from behind me made me pause, but that ‘something’ inside me insisted that mustn’t let it distract me from my task.
“YYYYEEESSSSSSSSSS!!!!”
Don’t stop! Don’t give her a moment’s respite! The hidden voice was firm.
As the first two fingers of my right hand slid back the hood of her clitoris and my tongue firmly stroked along its underside I felt the high heels of Hilary’s shoes digging hard into my back once again, her skinny thighs clamping tightly either side of my head and her fingers grasping handfuls of my hair, driving my face hard into her bucking hips and vulva.
“OOHHHHMMYYYYYFFFUUUUCKKKINNGGGGGOOODDDD!!!”
Over and over again my fingertips ground over that magical place behind her pubic bone; so hard to find but so very, very worth the effort. The effect on Hilary had been profound and almost immediate, her whole body trembling and shaking as climax after climax surged through her slender frame.
“MMMMOOOOOORRREEEEEE! MMMOOORRREEEEPPPPLLLEEEEAAASSSEEEE!”
Dear God! More? The woman was insatiable!
I had to think fast; then the hidden voice guided my hand as, for the first time in my life, I began the difficult task of inserting a third, then a fourth finger into a woman’s weeping vagina. Hilary’s legs flopped helplessly apart, her whole body surrendered to me, accepting anything I chose to do with it.
“Jesus fucking Christ!”
The low, breathless male voice came from behind my head where Hilary’s husband Clive still stood naked, his back against the wall as he watched the two of us on Carmen’s spare room bed. His hand rose and fell at his groin, masturbating as he watched his wife have orgasm after orgasm at my hands.
“MMMMOOOOORRRREEEE!”
Hilary’s voice was desperate; I thrust all four fingers of my right hand into her wire-tight hole as hard as I could, the muscles of my arm bunching with the effort.
“YYYYEEESSSSSSSSSS!!!!”
My fingers sank into her over-stretched body up to the second knuckles before the extreme tightness of her inner lips and constraining pelvis prevented further ingress. My progress halted, I curled all four fingers upwards behind her pubic bone and scraped them rapidly across the inner surface of her vagina.
“OOHHHHMMYYYYYFFFUUUUCKKKINNGGGFFFUUUCCCKKKIIINNNGGGGOOODDDD!!!”
The whole of my lower arm was engulfed in vaginal secretions as a second spray of fluid sho t upward from Hilary’s grossly distorted slit, spattering across my chest, face and into my mouth.
As her naked body bucked on the bed, her eyes opened scarily wide as if about to pop out of her head and I heard a short ripping sound as the nails on her grasping fingers tore through the bed sheet on which she lay.
I had never seen an orgasm like this before, not even Alice at her most abandoned had reached this level of complete surrender.
Hilary had lost all control of her body and was loving every second.
And this time it was me, Mister Cuckold; me, Cucky-Boy delivering the pleasure!
I lowered my mouth to her clitoris again, determined!
***
Fifteen minutes later I rose slowly from the bed. Behind me, Hilary lay splay-legged on her back, her exhausted, inert body in complete surrender, her eyes closed, her badly-abused vagina gaping open. My lips were numb, my tongue too, my neck had a crick in it and my back ached but I was happy; I had done the job expected of me and done it well.
As had happened so often since our first seduction, a man was backing away from a bad, leaving a woman’s spent body behind him for her husband to enjoy.
But this time that man was me; this time is was Cucky-Boy walking slowly to the bedroom door, leaving my conquest helpless on the messy bed sheet, my face and chest sticky with Hilary’s copious, powerful excretions. This time it was another cuckolded husband taking the ‘walk of shame’ to his helpless, unfaithful, well-used wife.
I couldn’t describe myself as a bull; I hadn’t even tried to penetrate her but as I crossed the bedroom floor, I knew it hadn’t been necessary. After the series of climaxes my hands and mouth had provided, there was little a cock like mine could have added.
Even Steve’s ministrations were unnecessary; Carmen, as always, had been right.
Passing the chair, I pulled one of Steve’s bathrobes tightly around my body. As I reached the door I glanced round to see Clive kneeling on the bed between his wife’s open thighs, his head lowered to survey the scene of devastation I had left.
There was a soft whimpering sound followed by a low whisper. I began to cross the landing. As I turned to leave, I heard the creaking of bedsprings as Clive manoeuvred himself between his unfaithful wife’s spread thighs and began to reclaim her body as I had tried to reclaim my own wife’s so many times.
But as I padded across the thick carpet, these sounds were quickly drowned out by the noises coming from Carmen and Steve’s bedroom; the steady pulse of passionate penetration over which a muffled female voice could be heard wailing.
‘Thump-thump-thump-thump’
“Ahhhhhhhhhh!”
I paused. Steve must be giving Alice a real seeing-to.
I listened hard but the bedroom door was frustratingly closed. I wanted to open it, to go inside and see what that man’s mighty cock was doing to my sweet wife but I had to control my urges and leave the two lovers undisturbed.
Instead I pressed my ear to the thin panel and listened hard.
‘THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP’
“Aaaaah! Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaah!”
I was right; behind that closed door, Steve was really giving Alice a hammering. The bedsprings were complaining loudly and my wife’s voice sounded near-hysterical, squealing with a mixture of pleasure and pain that I wished so hard I could see.
I pressed my ear harder against the door.
THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP
“Oh-Yes!-Oh-Yes!-Oh-Yes!-Oh-YESSS!”
Alice’s voice was high and coarse. Despite still having the taste of Hilary’s vagina in my mouth, my stomach churned in agony. This was a much more energetic, more violent fucking than I had seen or heard Steve give her before.
Surely, a hammering like this must finally leave her satisfied!
“Mmm! Mmm!”
Soon the sound of thrusting began to emerge from the bedroom behind me too as Clive finally began to fuck his wife. For a moment I wondered how it must feel to fuck a vagina so severely stretched by my hand as Hilary’s had been, and wondered how badly gaping my own wife’s would be when Steve had finished with her lovely, slender body.
Surrounded by fornication and suddenly feeling alone, I turned away and quietly descended to the kitchen.
“Well?” Carmen asked, her eyebrows raised as I entered. She was sitting on a hard-backed chair with a coffee and a glass of red wine on the table before her.
“Vey’re fucking,” I said, my head still buzzing. “All pour of vem.”
Carmen burst out laughing.
“Jesus Mister C! Just listen to you! It’s like being at a school disco again!”
It was true; without my realising it, all the attention I had given to Hilary’s vulva with my mouth had left me with puffy, numb lips and a swollen tongue. My voice sounded as if I had just broken away from a marathon teenage snogging session behind the church hall.
“Fworry,” I apologised with a sheepish smile, massaging my mouth.
“I don’t need to ask about Hilary, do I?” Carmen stated with a broad grin. “From the state of you and all the noise I heard, I would guess it all went as well as it could!”
“I bon’t fink dere’ll be many compraints,” I grinned, my voice quickly becoming more normal.
“Told you so!” she smiled triumphantly. “And I bet you feel good about it too.”
She was certainly right there. I felt more than a little pleased with myself and my performance, although I would have preferred to have seen my own wife being fucked too.
“How’s Little Alice getting on?” she asked as if reading my mind.
“Doisily,” I replied in a voice very nearly my own.
“So I can hear,” Carmen smiled. “Did you watch?”
The ‘thump-thump-thump’ sounds from above were loud and obvious, as was my wife’s continued wailing.
“The door’s shut,” I replied in frustration.
For a moment we listened to the sounds of rampant sex from above. The thumping grew louder and faster, the wailing wilder and higher-pitched. Suddenly it reached a crescendo then slowed and stopped.
“That’s the third time at least,” Carmen said vaguely as she boiled the kettle. “She’s a demanding girl these days.”
I raised an eyebrow but there was no response. The rather less energetic thumping from Hilary and Clive’s room grew faster and more erratic.
“I can’t imagine what she’ll be like when she and Julie are playing ‘whores for the night’,” Carmen added, referring to the upcoming evening when, following one of the She-Devil’s more exciting ideas, my wife and our newly-cuckolding friend Julie would pretend to be prostitutes and meet two strangers in a hotel bar.
“I very much hope to find out,” I smiled
Of course the whole thing was a set-up; the ‘strangers’ were to be two friends from Carmen and Steve’s swinging scene in Islington. They would however be unknown to the two wives who would be well-paid for their services.
This would mean acting as real whores and doing whatever their clients demanded.
I of course would be concealed in the apartment in which all this prostitution was taking place and would be able to hear all that was going on. Julie’s cuckold husband Gary couldn’t face watching his unfaithful wife cheat on him again so I would be playing pimp for both girls.
The thumping sounds coming from Hilary and Clive’s passionate encounter grew louder still before coming to an end.
The house fell silent. Carmen and I looked at each other. She had succeeded yet again.
“Have you been okay down here on your own?” I eventually asked. “You’re not feeling too ‘left-out’?”
“My turn will come later,” she smiled. “At least it will if your little Hotwife hasn’t milked my husband dry.”
She passed me a mug of coffee and I sipped it, feeling Hilary’s remaining juices being washed from my mouth.
I really had enjoyed giving her all those orgasms, even without actually fucking her. Having something sexual to be proud of helped ease the pain of being a cuckold where my own wife was concerned.
It was just as well; as I had just clearly heard and seen, Alice could never be mine alone again; she wouldn’t be Alice if she could.
“I swear she’ll be the death of me!”
The voice behind me made me jump. I turned quickly to see Steve standing in the doorway. His face was pink and sweaty, and there were scratch marks on his shoulders. He was naked apart from a short white towel that he had wrapped around his waist.
Even to my eyes he looked very attractive; strong fit and masculine. Apart from knowing about his exceptional cock and enviable prowess in bed, it wasn’t hard to see why my unfaithful wife preferred sex with him to sex with me.
Carmen looked at her husband, an eyebrow raised in silent question.
“Ali,” her husband replied with mock exasperation then nodded towards me. “His bloody wife; she’s practically insatiable.”
He crossed to the fridge, opened the door, popped a cold can of Diet Coke and took a long swig.
“Have you cum already?” Carmen asked her stud of a husband.
“Three times,” he replied.
Carmen instinctively looked at the kitchen clock. I knew Steve recovered from ejaculations fast but three ejaculations in so short a time was impressive indeed.
“I gave her one in front and one in back but she still wasn’t satisfied. I had to fuck her arse a second time before she’d had enough. I’m shattered.”
My mind was spinning. Steve was normally so discreet about what he and my wife got up to during their dates; hearing him describe in such crude terms how he had filled her vagina and rectum with semen three times should have been distressing.
The fact that my first thought was relief that she had finally been satisfied was testament to how far down the slippery slope to depravity we had sunk.
I looked at the man who had so completely taken my wife from me. He smiled.
“She’s all yours. If I give her any more, I’ll have nothing left for my own wife.”
“Thanks,” I said, though God alone knew why I would thank a man for cuckolding me.
My heart thumping, I slowly mounted the stairs and crossed the landing to the bedroom whose door had been so firmly closed. It stood open now, a low glow streaming out onto the carpet outside. I stood in the doorway and stared at the scene of sexual carnage on the bed before me.
Alice lay on her back, her legs splayed apart, her head resting on pillows. Her long blonde hair was matted with sweat, her face was pink, as was her chest. Her eyes were closed but as I approached the bed she opened them and smiled at me, broadly and dreamily.
“Was it good?” I asked.
“Oh yes,” she replied, her voice slurred in post-orgasmic haze.
“May I…” I asked, nodding towards the scene if the crime between her open thighs.
She nodded. I slipped off the bathrobe, knelt on the foot of the bed then walked up the mattress on my knees. Alice smiled an exhausted smile and spread her legs wider. I lowered myself to the sheet and almost crawled on my elbows until my face was merely inches from her crotch.
“Wow! You look…” I began then ran out of words.
“Sore?” she volunteered dreamily. “Oh yes…”
I stared at the scene of devastation between my wife’s thighs. Her hairless outer lips had been rubbed pink; still engorged and puffy, framing the darkness of her open slit from which copious amounts of thick, sticky fluid oozed. There was foam around her gaping red inner lips where Steve’s thrusting had churned her juices into a strong-smelling froth.
But what stunned me most was the dark circle beneath. Alice’s anus literally gaped open, a pink puckered ring surrounding the dark void of her rectum from which more semen trickled.
I lowered my face closer to her over-used flesh. The smell of sex was powerful and I inhaled it deeply. I pushed her thighs further apart with my hands; she lay further back on the pillow, her eyes fixed on my face, her long blonde hair fanning out over the white sheet.
“Be gentle… I’m sore…” she murmured.
“I promise,” I replied, then let my tongue slip from my lips and lightly touch her battered vulva.
She winced. I ran its tip along her dark, open slit, gathering goo onto its upper surface and scooping it into my mouth. There was so much; thick and rich with the unmistakeable tang of recent orgasm; the deep bitterness that my wife secreted when in the depths of abandon at another man’s hands.
I lapped again and again, my tongue seeking their combined juices in every nook and cranny of her vulva, from along her hot, sore inner lips, from the base of her crack, from underneath the hood of her clitoris; everywhere Steve’s mighty cock might have forced it.
Above me as I lapped, I heard the familiar moaning of my post-orgasmic wife, enjoying or enduring the attentions of her cuckolded husband. Her clitoris still stood erect and I sucked on it, drawing its nub between my teeth, nipping its sides gently as my tongue toyed with its tip.
I felt the satisfying gush of fresh lubrication in my mouth and heard a suppressed squeal of surprise from my wife as her body trembled.
“Sore… sore…” she mumbled above the tremors.
Abandoning her clitoris, I lowered my face further in search of more arousing, aromatic fluids in less familiar places but found her position made access difficult. I rose up the bed and kissed her on the lips.
Alice’s mouth opened, our tongues entwined then she broke the kiss and then a look of puzzlement came over her face.
“Is that what I taste like?”
“I suppose it must be,” I grinned.
“It’s horrible. Why do you like it?” she asked, genuinely puzzled.
“It’s the most amazing flavour in the world,” I smiled back, my eyes showing the truth of my words. “I wouldn’t change it for anything.”
“But…?”
“Trust me. Now roll over, my little Hotwife,” I grinned again.
“Do I have to? I’m so tired…” she protested but rolled over anyway onto her front.
“Just one little adjustment,” I whispered, slipping my arm under her skinny waist.
I raised her hips from the mattress and slipped first one pillow, then the other underneath. When I lowered her again, her bottom was raised, presented towards me as she lay face down.
“Perfect!” I hissed.
At the base of her long, slender back, my wife’s buttocks were small, smooth and taut, the cleft between them partly open. I knelt between her knees and pushed them further apart, opening her cleft further until her most private parts were fully exposed.
I looked hard at my wife’s open body and felt my chest go tight; she was actually, literally gaping. Her anus had been plundered so hard and so often by Steve’s cock that it no longer fully closed. A dark hole was clearly visible within the pink, puckered muscles of her sphincter.
Jesus! What had he done to her? I knew well my wife’s recently acquired love of anal sex but this was truly extraordinary. Gobs of semen were spattered along her cleft, across the tops of her inner thighs and her lower back.
He must have taken her bareback!
The first time Steve had introduced Alice to the joys of her other hole he had used a condom; I had just assumed he would always do so but the evidence was before me; Steve’s semen was simply seeping from her gaping anus.
I lowered my mouth to her cleft, running my tongue upwards from her clitoris, across her inner lips, through the base of her slit, over her perineum and over the dark entrance to her rectum.
Something inside told me a boundary had just been crossed but I was beyond the point of no return.
Alice’s sphincter felt hard and ridged under my tongue as I lapped at her open hole. Familiar tastes and aromas filled my mouth and my head; Steve’s well-remembered semen; Alice’s orgasmic secretions but along with these came a faint but distinctively earthy taste of her anal passage overlaid with the slimy texture of artificial lubrication.
I had seen my sweet, formerly innocent wife after being fucked by other men many times, but I had never seen her body a state of such complete post-coital surrender. Whatever Steve had done, he had done it thoroughly.
I tongued her red raw vagina over and over again, sucking into my mouth every remaining drop of their combined juices that I could find. Alice’s body responded well as her renewed lubrication evidenced but she was far too exhausted to climax so I returned my attention to her gaping anus.
Time and again I lapped at her plundered hole, running the tip of my tongue slowly around the wrinkled, puckered muscles of her sphincter before plunging it as deep into her rectum as I could reach, drawing as much of Steve’s semen as I could find from her body and into my mouth.
It was intoxicating; the smoothness of her buttocks on my cheeks, the softness of her thighs against my shoulders and fingers, the heat of her over-used vulva against my chin.
Most of all, the overpowering aroma of semen, vaginal juices and gaping anus all combined to fill my mouth, nose, chest and eventually my mind, taking me on an erotic journey greater than I had ever experienced before.
Despite all that had happened since that first adulterous night in the back of our SUV; despite all I had seen, heard, smelled and tasted since that night; this was perhaps the most intense, most intimate sexual experience I had ever enjoyed.
I felt stirrings between my thighs as my own erection fought for attention. My wife’s battered body lay helpless before me, open, exposed, used. I rose to my knees and leaned over her raised, well-presented bottom. Taking my cock in my hand I directed its smooth, rounded end towards her open vagina but as I ran its tip up and down her slit, the gaping entrance above that I had never before penetrated drew me inexorably towards itself.
Dare I do it? Would it break the magic if I, Cucky-Boy took my adored wife’s bottom too?
There was only one way to find out! Slowly, deliberately, I pressed the end of my cock against my wife’s loose anus. Unlike every previous failed attempt, this time it parted, opening easily. I pressed a little harder and for the first time in our lives, my cock sank part way into my wife’s rectum.
She winced. I pressed further. She winced again but didn’t try to stop me. I sank another inch into her darkest hole then paused, my mind spinning; for the first time in my life, I was having anal sex.
I have no idea what I expected my wife’s rectum to feel like, but the sensations were amazing. Despite its gape, her anus was tight, but not like a vagina is tight; this felt like a hard ring clamped around my shaft and, as I pulled back and thrust into her, the ring seemed to run the full length of my erection and back.
Inside, her rectum was hot; much hotter than a vagina and the lubrication much less helpful. I pulled back and thrust again.
“Ugh!”
Alice grunted into the bed sheet as I bottomed out in her rectum, my upper thighs slapping against the base of her cheeks.
“Be gentle. Pleaase!” she moaned but still didn’t attempt to stop me.
Relieved, I pulled back again and thrust forwards.
‘Slupp!’
Even the sounds were different; the wet slap of a penis thrusting into her vagina was replaced by a duller, drier, earthier noise as my shaft rasped along her partly-lubricated passage.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned again.
‘Slupp!’
“Mmmm!”
‘Slupp! Slupp! Slupp! Slupp!’
And then I was fucking her bottom, my cock sliding in and out with increasing speed. I looked down at her raised buttocks, pale and skinny, her anus stretched around my shaft, her vulva hidden from view. The firm cheeks of her bottom rippled as my upper thighs struck their bony underside and I ploughed over and over again into her fully-yielding anus.
‘Slupp! Slupp! Slupp! Slupp!’
“Nnnnnn! Please…” she moaned into the bedsheet.
‘Slupp! Slupp! Slupp! Slupp!’
“Please… finish soon… hurts…”
I increased my speed, feeling my cock beginning to burn as what little lubrication that remained began to break down and the friction began to build.
‘Slupp-Slupp-Slupp-Slupp! Slupp-Slupp-Slupp-Slupp!’
“MMMMMMM!”
‘Slupp-Slupp-Slupp-Slupp! Slupp-Slupp-Slupp-Slupp!’
“OhhhhGodddddPLeeeaseeeeFinishhhhh!”
‘Slupp-Slupp-Slupp-Slupp-Slupp-Slupp-Slupp-Slupp!’
“AaaaaHHHHHHH!”
“OhhhyyessssSSSSSS!”
My body convulsed as my climax struck, boiling out from my inner thighs, down my legs and up into my belly. My toes curled and flexed as I began to ejaculate deep inside Alice’s rectum, my cock pulsing and throbbing in its unfamiliar cavern.
My shaft burned as it pulsed, sending rope after rope of semen into her darkest passage to join that of her lover. My whole body seemed to convulse as I came and came hard, my fingers digging deep into the flesh of her hips, my eyes and mouth open wide in ecstasy as my body emptied itself into hers.
In my heady state, my climax seemed to last forever, my chest tight, my thighs tingling, my back in spasm but eventually it came to an end and I paused, my throbbing erection buried deep in my wife’s loose bottom, my head spinning from the night’s amazing and unexpected events.
A moment later, I pulled my flaccid cock out of my wife stared as our bodies parted. My shaft was red and angry with a sheen of lubrication mixed with semen along its curved length. Alice’s anus gaped open even wider, the pink ring angrier, the dark hole within even darker.
I rose on my knees as she rolled onto her side then onto her back, wincing as her buttocks came together. I lowered myself to her side and looked at her pretty, exhausted face, her blonde hair matted with sweat, the nipples on her tiny breasts still hard and pointed.
“Wow!” I exclaimed, panting. My cock was red and very sore. “Are you okay?”
Alice had rolled onto her side and was facing me, here violated bottom invisible.
“Hold me,” she whispered, her eyes soft and dreamy.
I reached across and pulled her towards me. We cuddled in shocked silence, listening to the renewed noises of copulation coming from Clive and Hilary in the next room.
***
“Go and brush your teeth. Your lift will be here soon,” Alice ordered our two kids the following morning as she and I hurriedly cleared the breakfast table.
We had arrived home much later than planned to find that our babysitters, the Grandparents had given up on us and gone to sleep in our spare room.
It was just as well; had we met them in the small hours, there would have been no hiding from her parents the fact that Alice had been fucked within an inch of her life. My own face was puffy and numb too which most certainly have raised a Grand-parental eyebrow.
We had enjoyed only a few hours’ sleep and were both looking tired and disreputable despite having showered and carefully removed any last traces and aromas of the night’s sexual adventures.
Now of course, we had to get the kids to school as if everything was normal.
I stood guard over the tooth-brushing and escorted the two children on their round of goodbye kisses then escorted them to our friends’ car for the lift to school that we took turns to provide.
On my return to the kitchen I found Alice standing at the sink with a large mug of coffee in her hands.
“We’re getting too old for this,” she grinned. “I need more than four hours’ sleep these days.”
“Are your Mum and Dad up?” I asked. She shook her head.
“They’ve gone back to bed for an hour.”
“How do you feel?” I asked, happy we couldn’t be overheard. Alice pulled a face.
“Battered, tired and very sore,” she frowned.
“Steve said he really had to work last night; that you were insatiable,” I grinned.
“Well he certainly was thorough. My tummy feels like it’s been punched and stamped on.”
“I wonder why?” I grinned, looking her straight in the eye. “You’ve really got into this anal sex, haven’t you?”
To my surprise, my wife blushed.
“It’s new and exciting right now,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “I used to think it would be disgusting and dirty but it’s not like that at all. It’s amazing!”
She looked at me again.
“But then you know all about that now, don’t you?”
This time it was my turn to blush as I nodded.
“So how did it feel when you finally got to fuck my arse?” she asked, her words deliberately provocative.
The question had been bothering me ever since I had ejaculated inside her rectum. Physically it had undoubtedly been an amazing, arousing and satisfying experience but there had been something else about it that had troubled me throughout our short night and had been on my mind since the alarm had woken us.
“I did enjoy it,” I eventually said. “I enjoyed it very much. I love anything to do with you and your amazing body.”
“I’m pleased,” she smiled.
“But…”
“But what? You’re not going to tell me I have a fat bum are you?”
I chuckled. Alice’s bottom was one of the slimmest I knew; almost androgynous in fact and, as I now knew, very tight.
“Of course not. It’s just… would you… would you mind if…” I asked tentatively.
“If what, Cucky-Boy?” she replied, her eyes on mine.
“Would you mind if… if we didn’t do it again?”
“Why?” she asked anxiously. “I thought it was what you wanted.”
“It was,” I agreed. “I liked it a lot.”
“Then what’s the problem? Do you feel disgusted now it’s daylight?” she asked anxiously.
“God no,” I replied. “Not at all; I’m really pleased you enjoy it. I really enjoyed it too. I’m very happy for you to keep doing with your lovers. It’s just…”
“Just what?”
“I would do anything to make you happy, you know that. I’ll do it again any time you want but…”
“But it’s not for you?”
“Maybe not. If I’m honest, it was a bit too much like fucking. I don’t want to just fuck you; let your lovers do that; they’re much better at it than me anyway. I’m your husband; it should be different with me.”
She was staring at me open mouthed. My tummy felt full of butterflies, my heart thumped and tears were beginning to form in my eyes as the truth dawned on me.
“I want to make love with you, not just fuck you. I love and respect you too much to feel comfortable doing that again.”
There were tears in my wife’s eyes too as she hugged me tightly. We kissed long and deeply, our bodies pressed together.
“You’re an amazing man, Cucky-Boy,” she said. “That’s why I love you! I must be the luckiest Hotwife in the world!”
