She pushed her groin against Karl’s thigh so that he could feel her sex. “Everything has happened so quickly,” she said to him. “I feel like pinching myself to see if it’s all real.”
Karl put his arm around her. “It’s real alright,” he told her. “It can happen this way. Most times it’s a long slow process but it can happen like this.”
Claire reached and stroked his chest before moving her hand slowly downwards. She was silent for a few moments and then she asked him the question that had been burning inside her. “Will… will you still be seeing that other couple?”
Karl breathed heavily.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean too… “
“It’s okay,” he told her. “I was expecting you to ask. “I… I can’t see me changing my lifestyle at the moment, Claire. You know, there is not much difference between a cuckold and someone like me; bull, alpha male, cuckold maker, whatever you care to call us. We are all the same; just opposite sides of the same coin that’s all. The cuckold gets his kicks from another man fucking his wife and we get our kicks from fucking the wife of another man.”
Claire’s hand reached his groin. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. I wasn’t trying to make myself exclusive.”
Karl turned over to kiss her; Claire automatically spread her legs for him and he found himself between her thighs. “It’s okay,” he told her. You’re a woman and women are different in these relationships. We just give our time and sex but you give your all. A woman gives more of herself than a man and she naturally expects more back in return.”
She kissed him. She knew that he cared.
She could feel his hardness pressing against her tummy as he lay on top of her. “Ring Neil,” he suddenly told her.
She looked puzzled but then he moved slightly and pressed the tip of his cock against her opening. “No,” she said softly, “you’re not…”
Karl smiled as he nodded. Claire reached out for her mobile that lay in the bedside table beside her. She pressed a key and after a short ring time Neil answered. Karl’s cock slipped into her as she spoke. “I… I was wondering if everything is okay.”
“It’s fine,” he told her, “Just having a glass of wine before bed. And you?”
“Fine,” she sighed.
“Has he… has he fucked you yet?”
Claire gasped. Karl had her knees pushed back against her breasts and he was slowly fucking her.
“What’s wrong?” Neil asked.
Karl thrust harder.
Claire gasped again, “It’s… it’s Karl. He’s fucking me.”
“What, right this minute?”
Claire cried out. Karl reached for her hand and took the phone from her. “I’m fucking Claire now, Neil,” he told him. “I’m fucking your wife.”
He heard Neil’s gasp at the other end of the line.
“God, what a fuck she is Neil,” Karl told him. “Your wife is one hell of a fuck.”
Neil was silent at the other end now.
“I’m going to put the phone down on the pillow now, Neil, so that you can hear us fuck.”
Again there was silence at the other end.
Karl placed it down and then reached down under Claire’s buttocks with his large, strong hands and pulled her to him. Claire cried out as his first hard thrust pressed against her cervix. She opened her eyes momentarily and looked at him; there was a look on his face that she hadn’t seen before. A wilder look of lust. Neil was listening to him fuck his wife and it was exciting him. He was thrusting harder and faster causing Claire to cry out in ecstasy even louder. She couldn’t stop herself; she didn’t want to stop herself either. She wanted her husband to hear her getting fucked by another man.
He came quickly inside her and she lay there for a few minutes moaning softly as she her final orgasm subsided. She turned and noticed the phone was connected and she picked it up.
“Are you still there, darling?”
Neil gave a faint “Yes.”
“Sorry,” she said apologetically.
“It’s okay,” he told her. “You were enjoying yourself, nothing wrong in that.”
“Thank you,” she told him.
“I’m… I’m glad that Karl fucks you well.”
“Me too,” she told him.
“Pass him the phone,” Neil asked. “I want to speak to him.”
Karl took the phone from her. “Hi Neil.”
“Thanks,” he told him. “Thanks for giving Claire a good, hard fucking.”
“It was a pleasure Neil. It really was.”
“I… I hope you will be fucking her again later.”
“You can take it to the bank, Neil,” Karl told him. “Claire is going to get fucked regularly throughout the night.”
Neil hung up and Karl put the phone on the bedside table.
“You’re terrible,” Claire said to him as she kissed him.
Karl smiled. “You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he said as he got out of bed. “Champagne?”
“Mmmm, I love champagne,” she told him. “What’s the celebration?”
Karl reached over and slipped his hand under the duvet and patted her tummy.
“What, you mean?”
“I don’t think it will be long before Neil hands me your contraceptive pills.”
“You wouldn’t?”
Karl smiled. “Watch this space.”
Claire was awoken next morning by Karl climbing back into bed. It was almost ten o’clock. It took her a few moments to gather her thoughts. On her bedside table was a bottle of champagne, still a quarter full and an empty flute. She remembered how they had sat up drinking champagne and talking in between bouts of sex. Karl had told her about the couple who managed one of his hotels. He was cuckolding the husband. They lived in the hotel management suite and when Karl went to visit the husband slept on the couch.
It was his preference. There was a spare room available but he preferred being banished to the couch by his wife while she took her lover to her bed. They had always had a Femdom relationship even before Karl came on the scene. He told her how, shortly after they had started having sex together, she had caned her husband in front of him. It wasn’t exactly his sort of scene but these things went on in cuckold relationships.
Her bottom still stung a little as he cuddled up beside her. His huge erection pressed into her and she automatically turned onto her back and opened her legs.
“Neil’s downstairs,” he told her, “making coffee for us.”
“Neil’s downstairs?”
Karl nodded. “He’s been here since just after nine o’clock. I was awake and rang him. Your clothes are over there,” he told her pointing to the chair in the corner of the room.
“What’s he been doing all this time?”
“We’ve been chatting,” Karl told. “I like to spend time with my cuckolds, talk to them, find out what they like doing and what boundaries to push against.”
“And what is the outcome?”
Karl smiled as he climbed on top of her. “Well, for now, once he has heard us finished fucking he’s going to be serving us coffee and then he’s going to cleaning you up, after which I am going to teach him how to shave your pussy so he can always have it ready for me.”
“Cleaning me up?”
Karl licked her lips with his tongue. “Not those lips though,” he told her as he pushed the tip of his cock into her.
Claire groaned. “You’re terrible, you know,” she told him.
His hands found their way under her bottom and pulled her hard against him as he thrust at her.
Claire groaned again.
“Come on my little slut, scream nice and loud for your husband to hear.”
Claire cried out as her first orgasm hit her.
Neil knocked on the bedroom door some ten minutes later. Karl told him to come in and he entered carrying a tray with their coffee. He was naked. He took Claire’s cup around to her side of the bed and put it down on the bedside table. Then he walked back to Karl’s side and put down his cup. As he stepped back to walk away Karl reached for him and held on to his erection.
Claire was shocked.
“How big are you Neil?”
His face reddened.
“Just under six inches,” Neil replied looking at Claire.
“Five inches then.”
Neil looked down at the floor.
Karl held onto him for a moment. Claire had never seen a man touch another man like that before. She found it erotic even though she was surprised by both men. Karl pulled his hand away and grabbed the duvet covering Claire. “Claire could do with a good clean up, Neil,” he told him. “She’s been… she’s been fucked quite a lot and is quite messy down there.”
Neil swallowed and moved around to her side of the bed. He sat near the bottom close to her feet and then he moved his hands under her knees. Claire assisted him by raising them and drawing them back. She was fully aware of just how messy she was down there. The cum from Karl’s fuck a few minutes earlier was already making its way from her and there was still plenty more inside her from his prior couplings with her. She remembered the evening that she had finally climbed out of that bed after Jerome and Karl had fucked her, their cum was running down the inside of her thighs. She just managed to make it to the shower in time.
“Start with the inside of the thighs first Neil,” Karl said to him. “Always start with the inner thighs first.”
His tongue had just begun its work as Karl moved closer to her and began to cuddle her. Claire reached across and took hold of Karl’s new erection. Neil glanced up to look at them. She wondered just what was going through his mind as he saw them. What does go through the mind of a husband as he cleans another man’s cum from his wife’s cunt while they lay cuddling and kissing and while his wife holds her lover’s cock?
She didn’t spend too much time thinking about it. Neil’s tongue was teasing and arousing. He was also working on her under Karl’s direction. “That’s it Neil,” he said to him, “get it in nice and deep. There is lots of my cum inside her.”
Neil pushed deeper inside her bringing her even closer to an orgasm. She closed her eyes as Neil slurped away. She could hear him moaning softly as he licked and swallowed and she found herself almost moaning in unison with him. Claire could feel her orgasm building inside her. Karl was now holding her tightly as he continued to direct Neil.
He suddenly reached down and scoped her thighs up by the knees as he directed Neil again. “Round her bum as well Neil,” he told him, “There’s lots of cum down there as well.”
Claire cried out as his tongue flickered down past her labia to her anus. No one had ever touched her there before let alone tongue her there but when Neil’s tongue prodded her there it almost sent her into orbit. Karl held her tighter and directed Neil again. “Get deep inside Neil,” he told him. “Get in as deep as you can.”
Neil did just that and Claire’s whole body began shaking from the ensuing orgasm.
It took her a while to recover and when she had Neil was standing at her bedside with a bath towel and razor. Karl took the towel from him and laid it underneath her before sending Karl off to the bathroom to fetch a warm, wet facecloth.
If nothing else had have happened during her time with Karl she would have counted herself blessed. She had been fucked so many times and had enjoyed so many orgasms that she was more than satisfied with all that she had received but there was more to come. Karl was to shave her while Neil looked on. Her lover was shaving her pubic hair off while her husband looked on; not just looked on but learned how to do it.
She looked up at Neil from time as he stood close to her looking down, watching Karl remove her pubic hair. With jaw dropped and mouth open he watched another man touching his wife’s cunt. His cock was not only hard but dripping precum. Sometimes Neil’s eyes turned to Claire’s and each time Karl would reprimand him. “Pay attention Neil,” Karl would say to him.
Neil looked away liked a chastened schoolboy.
Once Karl had finished he ran his fingers over her one final time and then invited Neil to do the same. “This is the standard I expect, Neil,” he told him.
Neil touched her nervously. Karl ran a finger along the lips of her labia. “Make sure that’s it’s done properly here Neil,” he told him. “I don’t like to feel bristles with my cock.”
Karl told him to take everything away and then leave the room and wait outside the door. Karl stood by the edge of the bed as Neil walked past him; his eyes fixed on his erect manhood. He knew what was going to happen next even before Claire began crawling from her position to where Karl was standing.
