Three ideals

We’re three young married girls who have recently discovered this blog. I’m Natalie & I’m thinking of going with a very handsome bull at work. My husband Jeff works overseas a lot- in some dodgy places shall we say, so it would be effortless to have an affair if I want one. I’m Tricia & I work as an air hostess. I have had a few one flight stands with pilots that my husband Ian knows approximately & has decided to accept as part of the work that I do. I’m Greta & I work in healthcare, whilst my husband Stewart works as a teacher. We have actively started looking for a stud to service me.
We appreciate that most of your correspondents are more experienced than us, yet still hope that our post, the ideal stud, the ideal cuckold & the ideal social scene will still interest readers. If we seem a bit radical, it’s perhaps because we’re all college educated, we expect a lot out of life as our husbands will find out.
The ideal cuck
We’ll start with what we know best, our husbands. As all of us like the idea of extra marital sex, we have been slowly positioning hubbies to become cucks.
1. He is ready to be ruled by our lover. You could ask goodness, why don’t you want him to be malleable to you? But from our point of view, why bother with managing someone, as long as he does what your beau wants? Truth is, a sexy stud will have him submit to you anyway, treat you as a princess, & all without you having to think more than approximately where the next huge cock shafting is coming from. We differ a bit on how far that goes, him dressing up & such like, sucking stud cock. I (Greta) quite like the idea of Stewart sucking bull cock, just as long as my cum is all over it.
2. He has huge humility. If he’s insecure as well, then that’s his look out. But we want the cuck to accept that other guys are better hung then he is, that they know how to fuck harder, better & longer & that in consequence he should stand aside. Of course the humility is directed to us too. He should feel utterly inferior to you, & probably that you have married down in some way, that you tolerate his shortfalls, no more. As Tricia puts it, ‘Ian ideally accepts that I fuck with other men not just because of opportunity yet because he’s not fit to service me’.
3. He’s generous. We think its sexy to be rewarded for being a bitch- it shows that this is a turn on for him too. So nice clothes, raunchy lingerie, should be part of the scene. One it accentuates your status over him, two it just increases the lust between you & Mr right & three it helps you become accustomed to the best of everything- not just cock.

4. He knows his own mind. Surprising right, yet if he floats around & doesn’t quite know what thrills him, you obtain complications after on. For example he should feel envious of what a stud does with you, yet not lose his composure. If he says he’s ready for you to breed with your stud, then he better mean that! I’ve been working on that with Stewart from the off as I suspect that at some time I will want to come off the pill for my future lover (Greta).
5. He’s flexible- he knows that sometimes you want him there in the act & sometimes he should piss off & wank somewhere. Women obtain bored with the same old voyeur thing.

The ideal stud
6. He’s black, well built & handsomely hung. If you’re male & white then just obtain over it. Charming you may be, yet you don’t have the same appeal. None of us would look at a white lover now. You can analyse as much as you want, yet black cock is unquestionably best.
7. He’s very direct & very raw approximately sex. He will seem arrogant, yet that is moreover the hottest, sexiest thing for a woman to find in a man. He knows what he wants & it’s between your legs. He’s approximately to teach you to become obsessed with your cunny & the sensations that it can provide. Natalie observes that her husband is too refined, too genteel, too smoothed out approximately sex like most other things. Frankly the sensual has been bred out of the man & has left him seeming weak.
8. He’s ready to rule your cuck husband. You may think that this is the same as 1 above yet it’s not. We’ve heard of lots of horny bulls who like to stoke white cunny, yet it’s a different matter managing that so it’s his alone & the cuck is assigned another role. We feel sexiest when the right man is utterly in charge & to our benefit. So if that means sending cuck out for the night, having him drive us to our dirty weekend away, sleeping & wanking in another room, so be it. Natalie said that the sexiest letter she ever read was approximately a bull servicing a bride on her wedding night whilst the groom smoked a fag outside. The sheer arrogance of it, made her touch herself!
9. He’s a teacher as well as a stud. Educated we may be yet when it comes to sex there is still more to discover. Becoming a bitch isn’t an overnight thing & it has lots of nuances, cuck put downs, hedonistic pleasures & lifestyle adjustments. We want our studs to teach us the ‘dark side’.
10. If he rides bareback (and we’d prefer that) he’s ours alone. Greta promised no health lectures, yet we’d be fools to do this any other way. So Mr right must want this a tremendous deal, to make it a lifestyle thing, rather than just a conquest!

The ideal situation
Our dirty little minds ran riot here, yet ideally…
11.There’s a new elite & its considered the most natural thing in the world for girls such as us to couple with raunchy black guys. Its choice come of age & the right man is….(see immediately above)
12. Girls happily have their kids fathered by one guy, the right guy, & have other men, cucks, to do other softer, less masculine things they’re satisfactory at. Greta laughs & says that Stewart will be like a cook & nanny, yet we know what she means. He will have a role where he doesn’t try & compete with what can’t be competed against.
13. There are clubs & pubs specifically for our sort of dating. You can find the right bull, with the right physique, the right attitude & the right success profile to ensure that you really do want to catch with him. You can’t wait to obtain a bulging tum & as only one man has stoked the fire, you know what that means!
14. There are classes for cucks- at present the training is all at home & it can be tedious for us. So perhaps he goes to night school, to understand his pathetic need to submit to another man & let him do the fucking in your household.
How are we doing then? We haven’t ‘done it’ yet. We will ready our husbands first. But we hope you agree that we have potential!

Natalie, Tricia & Greta

The glass coffee table

Inevitably there’s a lot of angst for some of the cuck husbands who are just getting used to another man doing the business with their wife, yet let me reassure all, things do settle down & become the hornier for that. For four years now Jenny has been cucking me, going with our best friend Lance (I know, too stupidly apt a name, yet true nonetheless). We are a folk trio that tour the circuit & play some very minor festivals & I used to watch them singing raunchy duets in front of me. I realised that Jenny wanted to open her legs for Lance. All the women who saw him on stage did too- he is very physical & has this growly voice that sounds very masculine indeed. It was just a matter of time until he fucked her & I searched for ways to say go ahead. I was ready to share, ready to even stand aside, if that was what it took to save my marriage & keep us all doing gigs together. Before I could broach that conversation though, it happened. Outside some pub in Somerset, in the dark, I found them in our car, Jenny with her boot covered feet up on the dashboard, her folksy skirt up around her waist. Lance’s bare ass was driving his prick in & out of her cunny, making her whimper under the pounding force of it. Given what I heard her say, she had clearly been wanting this for ages. It was a massive relief, & she screamed when he made her climax. Lance grunted something very raw, very gravelly in that dark voice of his. He was going to fuck her silly, regular as clockwork & he didn’t donate a shit approximately what I thought!
They didn’t see me & I slipped away, feeling oddly content that it had happened. It’s like when a thunder storm breaks- the tension is eased. My beautiful, long flaxen haired young wife came back to where I was supping ale & blushed. She needed to tell me. ‘Lance just fucked me’ she whispered, perhaps dreading my reaction. I said as steadily as I could, ‘bout time too…it was difficult watching the pair of you on heat.’
I received the warmest, most enthusiastic kiss ever & so we started the shares stage of the relationship. We both fucked Jenny & eventually openly in a ménage a trios. It was a free wheeling few months I can tell you. But the comparisons eroded that. Lance is bigger than me, more physical & powerful. He has a huge gnarled cock, almost a brutal looking love machine. Jenny was faking orgasms on me & I testily complained that this wasn’t fair. She should be honest. ‘Alright,’ she returned equally angry, ‘I prefer Lance…your prick’s not satisfactory enough to obtain me off.’ It was a deflating moment- a bloody kick in the crutch. ‘Thank you’ I said, ‘I’ll support you in any way that seems acceptable. It’s obvious that you’re his woman.’
Jenny must have worked with some guilt for a while then. She seemed uncertain. Then though, she started quizzing me approximately watching, approximately playing second fiddle in the non stage sense. I assured that I accepted that Lance had won, that he & she were so attractive together. It was natural for them to fuck & fuck hard. There were loads of songs approximately wives cuckolding their old man, so I was prepared to live that lifestyle.
That’s where the glass coffee topped table came in. It was huge & it was heavy & it rested in the living room space of a very large mobile home on this site where we had just finished a gig. A girlfriend of Jenny’s had been watching us & said calmly to her in front of me, ‘Lance is fucking you isn’t he- you two are so together on stage!’ Jenny said simply, ‘yes…and it’s so good.’ Lance, Jenny & I went back to the van & decided that we needed to mark this transition somehow.
As I take pics at the gigs, I said that I would film Lance fucking my wife. It was time to bring this into the lifestyle. ‘Get beneath that table then,’ Lance barked, ‘that way you can obtain a close up of my meat working Jenny’s cunt.’ I lay on the floor beneath the table then & readied the camera. It took them a while, with all the snogging & the petting. They weren’t hurrying this for anyone, least of all the cuck husband.
Eventually though Jenny dropped her knickers, hitched up her skirt & using the smallest possible cushion, positioned her sweet rear immediately above my lens. Her cunt was dripping wet, little dribbles of lady cum slid down onto the glass. From this angle, Lance’s prick looked fucking huge & his balls hung beneath it like a pair of boule. Jenny pulled back his foreskin to reveal a bulging crown, one that jerked & juddered in her pretty hand. She led it to her cunt hole, & when it was readied there, Lance pushed on in, causing her to gasp noisily. The fit was very snug- as I say the bloke is well equipped to service women. It ground inside her, causing her buttocks to slide approximately a bit. Once she was taking it to the hilt though, one his shaft was properly lubricated, he started to stroke with ease. Back & forth it went, in & out, Lance’s balls bouncing & then dragging across the glass top of the table.
‘Take lots of pictures mate…I want to see Jen’s fanny all wet & creamy at the end.’
There were lots of pics, it’s effortless with a digital camera. Occasionally he popped out & I then received shots of Jenny’s engorged slit trembling. She wanted it back up her. In it went again, causing more gasps & this time to the ultimate end. They climaxed together, Lance’s balls clenching & Jenny’s buttocks rock tight with the force of her orgasm. He was gasping as he fucked the seed satisfactory & deep inside her. It was a massive mount, a masterful display & he paused for effect. She kissed him greedily, pleading for him not to take it out yet, so he just repositioned himself.
‘I’ll fuck the next load shallow…so it seeps out of your hole for the camera’ he announced arrogantly.
My wife said that she adored him,worshipped him. She would donate head later, swallow his spunk, it didn’t matter that I watched anymore. I was just the roadie- the hired help. They were the star act.
His stamina was amazing- he really had it. Another crescendo of pumping was built up to & this time his balls fairly bounced on the glass as they delivered what must have been an aching second load into her quim. They were locked together, bucking against each other in this rugged, greedy fashion. Out his cock dragged, & there was my wife’s sex, dribbling spunk, shivering with excitement & her clit as complex as a ball bearing.


The Beginning

I do not know if I am a cuckhold or a submissive. Both terms certainly apply. Before we married, my wife went out with a lot of men. She never tried to hide the fact that while we were engaged she continued to have sex with other men. It was just part of who she was & I knew that I could either accept it or find someone else to be with.
After we married Anna stopped seeing other men. Perhaps as compensation, she began wanting to experiment & we tried a lot of different themes. We quickly gravitated to BDSM & discovered that while I was a “switch”, she was 100 percent a Dom. After a while I was pretty much her full time sex slave. Anna really enjoyed the dominatrix role & was very imaginative & creative when it came to devising new bondage techniques & ways of inflicting painful pleasures. I came to relish our sessions & appreciate the freedom & eroticism of giving total control to my lover. I wanted more, wanted to be made to go beyond what I would have thought were my limits. Anna, likewise wanted to push the boundaries. Often I wanted desperately for her to stop, only to find afterward that I was pleased to have submitted to her torments.
Eventually Anna asserted her control completely. She told me that I was hers to use in any way she wanted. I agreed & honestly told her that I wanted to be used by her. “Then you agree that what you want does not matter. You are mine to use & you submit to me in every way.” Again, I emphatically agreed.
She then told me to strip, gag myself with a ball gag, handcuff my hands behind my back & stand by the bed until she returned. She left the room & I heard the door close & her car leave the garage. So far, this was nothing out of the ordinary.
After more than an hour, Anna returned, yet she was not alone. With her was a man I had never seen before. I was embarrassed to be seen by this stranger standing naked, handcuffed, & gagged with saliva dripping from my chin. Anna smiled at me & said “Stand there & watch.”
I did as I was told & watched as my wife undressed herself & the stranger. I suppose it would make a better story to say that he had a gigantic cock, yet he was of of average proportions, although in very satisfactory shape. He certainly was not lacking in stamina & they engaged in energetic & enthusiastic sex for quite awhile. It began with Anna on her knees sucking his cock, clearly enjoying taking it deep into her mouth until she gagged on it, then licking his balls & working her tongue up his shaft before taking it in her mouth again. I was humiliated by the stiffness of my own cock as I just stood there & watched my wife sucking the cock of another man. At the same time, I was gratified by my submission to Anna & pleased that I was being made to do this.
Anna laid back on the bed & the stranger kneeled between her legs, rubbing the head of his cock on her clit & between the lips of her sex. Then he slowly entered her, pausing when fully inside her before withdrawing & entering again. There it was – my wife being fucked by another man. To say that I was a willing participant would not be entirely accurate. Whether I was willing or not was not a consideration. I had given control to Anna & what I was made to witness was her will, not mine. It was this surrender to her will that I wanted. So there I stood with a huge hard-on watching my wife fucking a stranger. I watched as straddled him & rode up & down on his shaft. She made sure that I saw everything.
Her excitement & pleasure were obvious. I knew that she had missed sex with other men & I saw that this was how things would be in the future. It surprised me that I accepted this so easily & it seemed to be the way we were meant to be. As I watched my wife lost in pleasure each time she climaxed, my acceptance & excitement grew.
Eventually the stranger came as well, spraying his semen on my wife’s breasts, her face & in her mouth. Anna sighed with contentment & asked her lover to unlock my handcuffs before he left. He dressed, released my hands & quickly left without saying a word.
“Thank you,” Anna said. “Now come here & lick me clean before you come inside me. And so it began. My wife & I have both found freedom in our arrangement – she in having complete control & I in having no control.

Semen and the Seaman

It was Kevin’s choice to join the merchant navy- he must be one of the few Brit nationals on some of the boats he sails. He knew that I resented the time that he would spend away. I’m 22 & have what I consider to be a normal healthy appetite for sex. It’s just the way things are at this time of life. Kevin was older, in his early thirties, so perhaps sex wasn’t so urgent for him. Feeling a bit unloved I appreciate that I was effortless prey for Kevin’s younger brother Euan. But the chemistry was there & Euan knew exactly what he wanted. He used to pertain to his huge brother as the ambition runt of the litter, someone moreover who didn’t think or act very macho. Euan was running his own business at 26 & was already being very successful. He told me calmly one day at this restaurant on the river, ‘I want to fuck you…and if you want that too, I can make Kevin accept things.’
I can’t easily explain the thrill of hearing such a raw yet incisive proposal from a man. It was crude I know, yet somehow sexier for all that. Do women like the idea of being fought over? I’d say that some do & that was what I felt now, that I was a prize, a discerning & demanding madam who looked on & made her choice. I was intrigued too by whether Euan could really pull that off, getting Kevin to stand aside so that his younger, sexier, & more successful brother could bed me. I decided to play what I thought was a teasing game with Euan. I said, ‘if you can make Kevin accept things, I’ll go with you.’
The next evening Euan took me out to a club & introduced me to a group of his friends, all sexy, swarthy, physical men & their adoring girlfriends. It was a very different scene & I felt very raunchy being there with Euan. One of them asked where my husband was, & feeling oh so turned on, I said in front of my partner, ‘my runt’s at sea right now’. The electric look of pleasure on Euan’s face was plain to see. He loved me being bitchy & we danced suggestively for the rest of the evening. I let him pet my sex, teasing & fingering. It was delicious & I wanted him to fuck me, yet held out, saying that I had to have proof that he had made Kevin accept that he would handle all the servicing from now on.
The proof came in the form of an old fashioned letter three weeks after & after I’d driven myself crazy fantasizing approximately Euan & dating with him in the most audacious fashion. It was the most astonishing letter ever, & penned my husband said, because he wanted me to have physical proof of how he felt. He apologised for choosing a selfish career, for utterly letting me down & asked me to go with his brother. It was a complete capitulation. ‘Euan’s better at this than I, I’m all mechanics & engineering, I’m terrible with people & crap with women. Euan has always wanted you & back at our wedding he told me he would take you off me if he had a chance. Going this way at least, I hope to keep some part in your life.’
I composed three, no four versions of the email that I sent back. One version was all pathos & soothing, yet in the end I was screaming with frustration & wrote cruelly, ‘alright, good. I’ve always preferred Euan …but don’t think the fucking will be limited to whilst you’re away.’
Euan & I met at the pub that night & I wore a little black dress that clung to every contour. I was feeling very sexy indeed yet still hadn’t quite believed what I was approximately to do. I showed Euan the letter over cold lagers & he chuckled. It was awfully cruel, awfully direct. He said that he’d taken a girlfriend off Kevin before, yet the thing with me was serious & not a game. He had always wanted me. We didn’t stay long at the pub, going back to our house & taking malt whiskies up to the master bedroom.
‘Are you OK with this…’ he asked surprisingly sensitively as his hand went up beneath my dress & fondled my now bulging clitty.
‘Yes..’ I whispered, ‘remember, he’s the runt of the litter’.
It was an incredibly bitchy thing to say, yet I couldn’t bear the thought of Euan losing his resolve now. I wanted direct & dirty sex. I wanted to cross the line, to do it & full on. I was so angry with Kevin for being such a weakling & so hungry for Euan, it blew me away. I lay back on the bed, in my stockings & suspenders, spread my legs & pulled open my sex lips so that Euan could see the moist interior as he dropped his pants. Euan took pics on his mobile phone & I knew where the triumphant snaps were going. It was just too bad, Kevin should have made an effort. He should have fought for me!
Euan’s member was immense- a weapon from a different gene pool. Can willies be so different within one family? He started to unwrap a sheath, yet I stayed his hand. ‘No rubber’ I murmured, ‘I want you properly….’ He pushed his prick inside me, gradually, firmly, inevitably. It wasn’t a nervous jag, an urgent & furtive fuck, it was a considered conquest. To enjoy me full shaft, he hooked my legs up over his chunky shoulders & started to bury his manhood inside me. Each pump made me gasp & I panicked when I realised what a huge prick could do. It could work my G spot so easily & so quickly that I would lose myself on this guy. Too late though… Euan was running the show.
‘How does it feel to be bitch?’ Euan asked, working his member inside me, causing the crown to glide back & over all the right places.
I was breathless…my heart was racing & the sensations in my head were incredible.
‘Its OK…I love it…I accept it’ I managed in short verbal spurts.
‘Was he ever satisfactory enough for you?’ Euan continued, his arrogant voice rasping with emotion.
‘No….not really’ I conceded.
The climax swamped me. One minute I was trying to be refined approximately this, to consider what Euan said, & the next I had lost it. My whole body shook & shuddered, & my nipples tingled.
‘For god’s sake, oh please, spunk me!’ I blurted.
Euan obliged. He obliged hungrily. I actually felt his balls tensing, felt them jolting against my bare buttocks & then there was the belch, belch, belch of semen into my cunt. It was delivered in vigorous bucks so that the seed gushed everywhere! I knew from nurse training days that you shouldn’t be able to feel that sort of thing. But I could! I could feel the insistent gush of his spunk, thick & ebullient, bursting inside me.

I was still gasping when Euan declared how much he had wanted that, & would crave me again & again! I was ecstatic, it was so hot & dirty. I took his phone & as best I could took a picture of his cock still wedged thick & muscular inside my sex. When it slid out I took more shots of my cum lathered sex & beads of semen on Euan’s slimy head. ‘Send it all…’ I suggested, ‘he needs to understand’.
It must have been three days after that I received an email from Kevin accepting that Euan & I were now an item. He admitted to wanking in the loo on the boat. He had wanked a lot he said & confided in some Phillipino ship mate who didn’t seem especially surprised that a nubile young wife should insist on such an arrangement. If the other man was better hung & available….well. The language was as raw as the sea- it was matter of fact & I wrote back to him saying it was satisfactory that he had stood aside. He had to defer to Euan from now on. Arrogant though my lover was, he was cock of the nest now. ‘Don’t come home unless you’re ready for that’, I wrote icily.
Two months of the remaining voyage passed & I received lots of emails from Kevin. His dick must have been sore, because he was tossing off a lot. I insisted that he produce a pic showing that, one that I could show Euan. When he did that to order, I set up a camcorder & sent Kevin the short film showing how a man should fuck me. It must have completely flummoxed Kevin because when he came home, he said he would move out & live in a bedsit. Euan had won. My lover preferred it that way too & so I divorced Kevin on grounds of abandonment. He didn’t contest it. He couldn’t really, he had begged me to fuck with his brother.

Pearls and boots and not much more

You can’t watch yourself outside your body right, at least not without using some nifty video work. Obvious though this point seems I think it was at the seat of how shocking & arousing it was to watch Leo shafting my wife. Sure Sue & I had screwed some in our life yet you are just too close in. You can’t concentrate on the entirety of the thing, just how horny & perfect it is. You obtain to the point where the sensations are too much & then you are shut in to your own orgasm. In a sense everything runs towards that one selfish, personal event, that sweet relief. When you are cuckolded you obtain all this differently. The sex isn’t just the petting & the pumping in the bedroom. It is the ritual thing too, something that might last days. You see it from outside as it were, looking in & if you’re bloody honest with yourself, you concede that someone else does it better with your missus than you do. You grudgingly concede that she is happier on his cock than yours.
If the trad lover gets lost in his orgasm then the cuckold gets lost in his emotions. He ponders just who he is & what he’s worth. It’s like going to the movies & not being allowed to leave when the plot of the film doesn’t go the way you wanted it. The truth is though you watch the film anyway. You need to come to terms with the voyeur thing, all those terrible doubts approximately your wife marrying down.
Sue was ready to go with Leo, I knew that. She pouted at him, made bigger efforts with her clothes if we went out to the pub together. She even asked me what I thought would obtain Leo stiff & I told her approximately his penchant for women in boots. So she wore a provocative high heeled pair & suggested that she was just cock teasing the guy, yet we both knew that was a fib. I knew Leo of old, knew that he took women off other men. I’d seen the man in the shower after one of our football matches- with what he packed in his pants, Sue would be utterly addicted to the man.
We were down the pub one afternoon & Sue mentioned that her watch battery had given out & that she needed to be on time to meet up with girlfriends after that night. Gallant Leo unclipped his Cartier chronograph from around his wrist & fixed it around hers. It looked chunky, chic & showy- like the man himself. Sue loved it & asked if she could keep it. The question wasn’t entirely in jest & Leo smiled & said yes, if she was his from now on. ‘OK’ she giggled & gave me this saucy look from beneath her auburn fringe, ‘you don’t mind do you Paul.’ I didn’t answer, just grinning stupidly. Leo took that as a no though, I really didn’t mind…just as long as I could assist out some way.
We had the late afternoon to ourselves & as Leo’s place was just round the corner we went there. I could tell he wanted to test out his dominance & Sue wondered exactly what he would dare to do. She wondered whether I would cave in instantly, letting him fuck her because black guys are best. Her skin shivered with excitement. Leo gave the orders, there in the living room. ‘Take off the lady’s blouse & bra man…don’t make me fucking well have to tell you everything.’ I took her things off, I took down her short skirt, helped her step out of her thong & then she was left there, in the watch, the boots & a string of pearls approximately her throat, nothing more.
I watched Leo’s hand go to her sex. I watched his fingers hook inside her & heard her gasp. He gently drew her to him, in that way & they kissed eagerly. You don’t realise approximately physique until you see a close up comparison. Sue slim & petite & Leo huge chested from the gym. He started to delve inside her, his thumb brushing her clitty & she responded pushing rhythmically against him. ‘Get my snake out man…come on!’ he snapped as though I was some sort of imbecile. I did as he said, I unzipped his fly & pulled out the throbbing, disgusting, engorged manhood that he tucked away down there. I drew Sue’s hand to it & she started to stroke the same, cooing her affection. The spontaneity of it, her lust for him utterly deflated me…in an instant!
‘Make him suck your cock’ Sue whispered. Another thunder bolt. Where did that come from?! Where did she mine those thoughts? We’d never talked like this. We’d never play acted. I thought shit, what have the other girls suggested to her- what did they obtain up to & recommend?
I was close too then & Leo did press my head down to his knob. I resisted for a second or two, appalled at the idea & yet intoxicated by the scent & the excitement.
‘Suck it man…’.
I took just the crown inside my mouth, the bare, quivering bulbous crown. It was bloody massive. I remember dribbling some spittle onto it, pretending that I would just lick that, across the surface. Leo grabbed my mane though & shoved his cock half shaft into my mouth, swearing that if I bit he would knock my head off. As I started to work his erection, they began to pet & snog, his huge hands working across her erect nipples. She was watching me suck the man & pushed my hair back so that she could things clearly.
‘You have complete control don’t you’ she murmured & kissed him again.
The scent & the taste was overwhelming right then. I could smell the expensive leather of Sue’s boots, smell her salty arousal at the thought of him & tasted the wild garlic of his member, working slowly, leisurely in & out of my mouth.
‘I want you…’ she whispered urgently to him, ‘I want you now.’
Leo disengaged from me- his tool dripping spittle. He lay back on the sofa & Sue straddled his member, opening her sex lips in the hope that somehow she would take him whole straight off. It seemed a vain hope, she was tiny by comparison, & practice would surely be required. Watching her lower herself onto him, hearing her wince as she accommodated the snake head, made me yelp. I couldn’t assist it- I just made this noise. It didn’t stop her though, she pushed down onto it mid shaft & that brought her nipples to Leo’s mouth. He lapped them & she screamed. ‘Best obtain this over with babe’ he growled, & dragged her down onto him full shaft. The scream that Sue gave out would lift a roof…suffixed with ‘oh darling…’ as she painfully started to lance herself on his member. ‘No going back babe…let’s obtain you loosened up properly’ he said, pulling her down again & again on his tool.
I watched Leo’s huge hands superintend her up & down, up & down. Now when she sank full shaft on him she ground there, wriggling her hips to sense the stretching girth of the guy. ‘I’m going to come…I can’t stop it’ she confessed, & Leo said, ‘sure..let it ride babe, you’ll learn to love it.’
That was it wasn’t it. You can’t see this if you’re doing it yourself. You can’t see the pert bottom rise & fall. You can’t appreciate the black leather of her boots against the coffee colour of his skin. You can’t watch her tits bounce like that, you can’t really see her eyes close & her mouth open as the orgasm sweeps over her. Sue threw back her head & groaned with the force of it, her buttocks spasming as she tried to siphon up any spunk that exploded out of that master member. When he growled through his own orgasm, pinning her to him, she arched her back, clenching onto him welcoming everything. ‘You hot fucking little vixen!’ he exclaimed, feeling his balls start to jolt. I could picture it, spunk exploding upwards, fountain like into her hot little sex & her muscles working to draw it in deeper. She wanted it right up inside her belly, washing around everywhere inside her. He seemed to shoot seed for minutes on end, jerking up into her. She was taking it proud now & glanced back at me as if to say, ‘look what I’m getting’.
I bloody loathed & loved it all at once. She was a different woman, a vamp, someone I had never known. It was as if she was the firework waiting for his match- she only needed the right man to be utterly different. ‘Keep spunking darling…fill my belly’ she begged & he obliged. His balls were still jerking away. It must have been a hell of a load because when she lifted off, her sex was dripping with the stuff. ‘Suck his cock again’ she ordered & I returned to my slimy ministrations, all the time my wife watching me dispassionately as I tasted her on him.
I’d read somewhere that cucks licked their wives out at this stage. But that wasn’t how Sue saw things. Only one thing went near her pussy. I had to take my pleasures indirectly, lathering her pleasure organ. Leo didn’t seem to mind, just as long as I sucked nice & kept him complex for her. Whilst I was giving head Sue smoked a cigarette & watched me, zipping & unzipping one of her boots so the sound played in my head. She was aroused you could see it. She touched her own sex, & licked her fingers afterwards.
Ready for more action Sue reached forward over the back of the sofa. The Cartier slipped down onto her wrist, her neck flushed puce red & she spread her legs for him. Like some bloody regal ocean liner he docked back inside her & started stroking away. It was easier this time, she was lubricated, stretched a fair bit too, & he took her vigorously from the off.
‘Will you tell those other babes that I’m fucking you now’ he asked gripping her hips & banging deep.
She nodded. Perhaps she had already told then what she fancied, what she wanted. This would just be a confirmation that it had happened. Would she say though, ‘oh & my hubby sucked his cock.’ I bloody well hoped not! What were the chances? She’d given in hadn’t she, become a slave to her pussy desires, decided to do anything to satiate that. The only thing mattered was that she received it again & again, deeper & deeper, harder & harder. He received her to the edge of her climax this time & held there, in suspension. His cock was shuddering inside her yet he wasn’t stroking.
‘Take your fucking togs out of the lady’s wardrobe you hear man’ he gasped, using the moment to tease her crazily, gyrating with his hips.
‘Yes….of course’ I agreed.
Stroke, stroke, more teasing of my wife.
‘Just keep that fucking wiener willy of yours clear too, do you hear…Sue is mine, right?’
I nodded.
‘Say it man, so the lady can hear!’ he snarled.
‘Sue is yours Leo…she’s too fine for me’ I conceded.
‘Good …good man, that’s right. She’s hot for my cock. She’s Always looking for the best fuck’ he announced.
It must have been driving Sue mad, the imagery of it, his dirty words, the situation that we were in. ‘oh please darling’ she gasped.
Leo said ‘alright’ & they rode to another orgasm together.
I had a headache afterwards, a pounding tremendous headache. It was too much. Sue admired her new watch again & then pulled up her thong. I went to the john before we left & couldn’t assist yet touch myself in there. It was a shock when Sue appeared immediately behind me, her eyes searching. Perhaps she thought that I would blow my top or something. When I didn’t, she reached forward & took my erection. ‘I’m going to bring you off’ she whispered in my ear, ‘and I’m going to do this whenever I want. If I tell you to obtain your dick out, you do that, do you hear?’
Well I did hear & it didn’t take a moment. I was ripe & she was deft.
‘There’s not much of it is there…’ she giggled as she milked me.
I couldn’t answer- I was in that other selfish place.
‘There will be less too over time…when you realise just how inadequate you really are.’
Put it away I thought, back in your pants & then walk Sue to the station where she would catch the train into town. We walked along silent at first & strange in each other’s company. Trust me, you’re not the same after that. You think any minute now & she will rescind the event, apologise for a wild fling. But she didn’t. She was playful like a kitten & began asking things.
‘What was it like watching him fuck me?’
I mumbled something approximately terrible & fantastic, there weren’t really words.
‘How long have you been wanting this to happen Paul’ she continued nonchalantly.
I lied saying no time at all, & we both knew the truth.
‘I want you to move to the spare bedroom OK, so that Leo can come round whenever he wants’ she ventured.
Another nod- I was speechless by now.

It was a chore moving clothes that night, moving out any photos of me so she could enjoy her lover in the master bedroom. One of her god dreadful bitchy little maiden friends received on Sue’s phone, rang me & laughed at what had happened. ‘You can speak to Adam..’ she said more earnestly, ‘get him to accept that I want better too.’ There was a pause, & then she added, ‘you’re pathetic!’
Sue didn’t make it home that night, she went to Leo’s & slept over. The next day they went up to London together & spent the day there, looking round trendy neighbourhoods. She came home mid evening, I cooked her dinner & then served her a brandy.
‘Do you want to lick me?’ she asked coquettishly.
I said I did, yet she laughed & I had to make do with her boots. She just watched me lap away & everything was irreparably different.

Really Likes Him

I had invited a friend from work over for dinner one Friday night; my wife was wearing a stunning white silk blouse & no bra. Her tits are huge & they bounce & sway back & forth when she moves. My friend couldn’t keep his eyes off her. She was clearly loving the attention & openly flirted with him through out dinner. After dinner she started clearing away the dishes & he helped her bring some into the kitchen, they were doing the dishes together & my wife accidentally sprayed the water up on the front of her blouse. With the blouse soaked through he could clearly see everything & she didn’t do a thing to try to cover up. After a few minutes of this she said that maybe she should go alter her top & they both walked past me into the living room. The lights were low in the living room & they sat next to each other on the couch. I after learned that my wife had opened the front of her blouse & my friend who had an arm around her had his other hand on her breast gently fondling them & squeezing them. Then my wife lifted up & pulled her skirt up to her waist & pulled her panties to one side. My friend stuck two fingers in her & she started moaning & squirming around on the couch. A few more minutes of this & she cried out that she was coming. She came right on his hands as he held her close.

She received up, glanced my way as she pulled her skirt back down & tried to pull her top closed. She held her blouse closed with on hand & with the other she pulled my friend towards our bedroom. Just before she led him into our room she looked back at me & just said “Dishes”. I nodded & watched them go into our room & close the door. I sat there wondering what I should do. I could hear them on the side of the door going at it & making out in our bed. I thought it may be easier on me if I wasn’t right there where I could here them so I went back into the kitchen & started doing the dishes. That plan seemed to work for a few minutes until he entered her & I could hear her cry out & moan & whimper as he pushed further into my wife. My hands were shaking & I was having a complex time holding the dishes yet did my best. After a while, & a lot of noise they both quieted down a bit & I tip toed back over to the door of our room wondering what I should do now. I stood there for a while just thinking & then I softly knocked on the door. I heard my wife say “yes”. I opened the door & will never forget what I saw. They were both naked & they were cuddling, he had wrapped his arms around her & was gently holding & cuddling with her. I just stared, not knowing what to say. She looked up & asked if it was ok for him to stay the night. I just stammered, “Uh, Um well, I guess so”. And I left them alone like that. I went to the guest bedroom & tried to obtain some sleep yet all I could think approximately was what I saw in my bed, how they lay there looking satisfactory together so natural. I didn’t sleep much.

I received up in the morning to go use the bathroom & as I was coming out I met my wife in the hall way. She looked a little concerned & asked if I was OK. I told her sure, I was fine. She said are you sure? Ya I’m fine. She reached down & took my hands in hers & they were trembling. She looked up at me & said are you sure because I ah, well. I asked what, what is it. She well, I think I like him. I said what; she said I think I like him. I asked how much. She just said, I think I really, really like him. I want to see him; you know I want to be seeing him. But I won’t if you are not OK with it. No, no, go on, its fine. She said really, I said ya, really. She walked with me back into the guest room & said that she was going to go wake him & that she was going to seduce him again. She asked if I wanted her to leave the door open. I said ya. She said are you sure, are you sure you will be OK, can you handle that alright. I said sure, leave the door open. I would like to see you two together. She just kinda looked at me a said Ok, yet stay in here. The guest room is opposite the master bedroom down the hall, with both doors open you can look right into the room.

She walked back towards her lover in our bed & opened the door. She left it open & walked around to other side of the bed were he was. She looked me right in the eye & slid off the night gown she was wearing. It fell to the floor & there was my lovely wife naked in our room standing over her new lover. Another site I will never forget. She lowers her huge breast down to him & woke him with them. He smiled & took her tits in his hands & began squeezing them & sucking on them. I could see everything. She looked right into my eyes as he feasted on her enormous breast. She moved her head down & took his cock in her mouth & started to bob up & down sucking him in deeper & deeper. He was loving it & getting very hard; she looked up at him & said you cum in my mouth if you want.

He then lifted her up until her large breast hung over his face & started squeezing & sucking on them. She parted her legs & slid down until she was just over his cock. She looked me right in the eye as she slid down onto him & took a few inches at a time until he was all the way in. She started bucking & rocking up & down & throwing her head back & forth as he squeezed harder & harder on her breast. She looked at me again & started moaning & almost crying & when she started shaking I knew that she was Cumming on his cock. Soon after that he shoots his load right into her. I received up to take a shower while they snuggled together so that I could make them breakfast.