Chapter 1
I, Harry, love my life. As a executive manager at a large bank, I had earned enough cash to never worry about money again, but I still worked, as it was something to do during the day. Together with my ******, I lived in a large mansion in the mid-west. My lovely wife Ashley was considerably younger than me at 28, but I'd never consider her a trophy wife. In fact, she'd been with me way before he became as rich as he was now. With her blonde hair, blue eyes and nice, voluptuous body, she immediately had caught my eyes at a local bar where I hung out back then. To my surprise, she was approaching me! with the proposition of a beverage. After a drink together, we basically hit it off, first in the sack and soon in relationship. At the time, I just was a standard office-monkey but after a few hard years, I had scored the dream-job I always pined for and made us loads of money.
Now at 45, I'd worked most of my life, but the last six years earned me billions of dollars, making me able to buy everything I wanted, consisting of a giant mansion, a luxurious yacht and still only a small margin of the incoming cashflow was consumed. From the get go, my wife and I had three children. First was Anna, whose angelic face and blonde hair at 10 already entranced all the boys. Next was 8-year-old Jake, who loved playing sports most of all, but was really bad at school. Last was cute 4-year-old Emma, the clingiest of the bunch, always hugging every one in sight.
One day, I came home from work early. My wife was supposed to be at her tennis club by then and I planned on surprising her with a beautiful bouquet of flowers and then some love for her "flower" afterwards. But I was taken aback as I heard moaning from our bedroom when I stepped in to the front door. Immediately thinking about all the different possibilities, my face went pale as my mind raced. Was she having an affair? As silently as possible, I sneaked up the stairs to catch her in the act. Glancing through a gap in the door, I saw her lying on our bed, completely naked. Her left hand kneaded one of her full breasts. Their suppleness both survived three pregnancies and actually they only became fuller in the process. With her right hand, she held a bullet vibe to the little nubbin of pleasure that crowned her perfectly shaved labia. As I stood there, dumbfounded by her beauty, I heard a deep, male voice.
"Now I'm slamming my prick deeply into your married cunt. Take it, you no-good cheating bitch! Take it!"
"Yes Dean," Ashley replied breathlessly, "Fuck me, you stud. Nothing excites me more than another mans cock plowing my perverted pussy."
"Oh yes," the voice replied. "I'm really pounding you now. I'm slamming you so hard that your wimpy husband can hear our hips clap together over in his boring office!"
"Oh yes! Take me, you savage! Do as you want, I'm your playtoy."
"That's right, you're my playtoy. You're mine to take as I please. And I'll do just that, you pretty little whore!"
"Dump it in me, please. I'm your cum-receptacle, your semen-toilet. Cum inside me!"
Her breathing grew heavier and her muscles strained as she used the hand that was currently massaging her breast to pinch her protruding, delicious nipple. Cumming violently, my beautiful wife screamed out:
"Cum inside me! Mark my cheating womb with your seed! Breed me you stud!"
The groans on the other side of the phone also sped up and with a loud, masculine grunt, it suddenly stopped. Seemed like her mysterious lover had reached his peak as well. I was completely shocked and appalled.
With shaking hands, I retreated from the doorway and went downstairs. In my tunnel vision, I didn't know what to do next, so I went outside and went through our large, luscious garden. Sitting down on a bench, I looked on into the sky, thinking. My wife had a lover! At least on the phone, for all I knew. And she fantasized about him impregnating her. My mind went through different friends of ours, comparing their voices to the deep, booming voice I'd heard over the phone...that masculine tone...his commanding manner. And how she squealed as he spoke to her...Then I remembered the name from their tryst: Dean!
I didn't remember a Dean from our close friends or regular party-guests. Seems like she met him somewhere else. As I was lost in thought about their sexy talk, I suddenly realized how hard my cock was. It stuck out, harder than ever before, tenting my silk suit-pants. Without thinking, I had the immediate and instinctive reaction of freeing it from its confines and slowly jerking it. I thought about how he'd look. Was he muscular? Was he handsome? How big was his cock? All those questions raced though my mind as I jerked off. I envisioned them on our bed, plowing each other on my satin sheets, staining the material I slept on, grounding their sweat and love-juices into my pillow. Speeding up, I now saw Ashley's ass right atop the point where I would usually snuggle up to her, falling asleep in the nape of her neck. Only now she was plundered by a virile stud who gave her the fucking she deserved.
Her long legs were wrapped around his huge frame, pulling him deeper and deeper into her core, and while he grunted from exertion, she screamed in continuous orgasm, demanding he should come inside her. As his semen filled her, leaking onto the place where I usually rested my head to fall asleep, I felt the strongest orgasm I had ever had rapidly approach. My hand was a blur as I jerked off to the mental image of my wife's creampied pussy spilling its heavy, virile cargo onto my pillow. With a yelp, I came, shooting a considerable amount of sperm all over my clothes.
Shuddering and spent, I lay on the bench and closed my eyes. How should I react to this? Should I leave her? No, that would be bad for the kids. Maybe I'll confront her about it right now.
But at the same time, I felt like this was the best thing I've ever felt. The burning humiliation made me cum like never before. Ashley and I always explored more than the usual vanilla sex, we were adventurous before, her dominating and belittling me just to make me get off. But it never had been as extreme as this... Maybe we could explore this further, I thought and suddenly realized the compromising position I was in.
Just as I hurried to get up and clean myself, I heard Ashley gasp. She stood right in front of my bench, dressed in a lovely flowery dress, walking completely barefoot.
"Harry," she said, "what's wrong? Are you hurt?"
By then she noticed the cum-stain on my clothes and my still dribbling, flaccid dick. Ashamed of myself, I covered up my crotch and stuttered weakly, as if to explain myself. Yet no coherent word came out of my mouth and, expecting the worst, I looked up at Ashley's beautiful face. To my utter surprise, I saw her mischievously smile down at me.
"Did you just get here or have you been around, for, say, a little longer?"
"W-well dear...I was just...I just came from the house, I.."
"You saw me." she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "And you heard me talking to Dean."
I nodded, blushing profusely, clutching my hands tighter to my crotch.
"And then, upon knowing that your wife his having phone-sex with another man, you did not have an outrage, or confronted her, but ran away and stroked your little cock." Now, her grin grew more lusty, her eyes twinkling with delight.
"Yes dear, I did. It really aroused me," I confessed. "I imagined you, being plowed by a strong, athletic man on our bed, having him empty his balls deep into your cunt. And I came harder than ever. Even harder than when I was with you the first time right after we met."
We looked at each other, a silence falling between the two of us. I removed my hand from my crotch and zipped back up, got up from the bench, hugged my pretty wife and gave her a hot kiss on the mouth. She returned it with equal fervor, and soon we were making out right there in our garden. Just as we started undressing, I heard the chauffeur pull up to the house. He surely brought home our smallest one from daycare. We broke our kiss and hurried back into the house, Ashley went to the front to welcome them, as I ran to our room to change.
Soon after, Anna and Jake came home from school, and thus, there was no time to talk to my wife. We ate our lunch and then first helped the kids with their homework, while Emma was allowed to watch TV. Soon, it was time for Jake's football practice and Anna's ballets-classes. As they were brought there by Ernest, our trusted chauffeur, we played with little Emma, who eventually grew tired and had a small nap. At this late time, we'd usually keep her awake, as it would be easier to get her to sleep in the night without the nap, but today, I was glad for the opportunity to talk.
"Dear," I said, as we sat on the sofa, Emma's head in Ashley's lap,"I thought about this situation. I think, you should at least tell me about your lover. You owe me that much"
"Yes," she admitted, "I think so, too. I met him at the pool a few weeks ago. I was there in the morning, alone, to swim some laps and maybe get a tan on. His towel was next to mine and he commented on the book I was reading. We got to talk and I was really attracted to him. It felt like the day we met. We had a lovely chat and afterward, when I turned to leave, he gave me his phone number. As I got home, suddenly the guilt hit me. It felt as if I was betraying you! But that thought, not even close to real infidelity yet, really aroused me. I started to fantasize about being with other men, but soon, the fantasies were not enough. So one day, I called Dean and we soon started dirty talking. We've been doing that for the last few weeks now..." Suddenly, she started sobbing: "Oh my darling, I've been a terrible wife! I'm so sorry. But I can't help it, I'm just hooked."
Shaking from her sobs, my dear wife curled up and pressed her face into her bare knees.
"There, there," I said and embraced her small frame. "Don't cry, sweetie. You should've told me."
"S-so you could break up and take the kids?" she cried back.
"No," I replied with a shaky but earnest tone, "so I could have you go further."
The sobbing stopped. Looking up at me through teary eyes, I could see a glimmer of hope and lust in Ashley's beautiful face.
Chapter 2
The following weeks, I had to work full days as there was a important deal I had to negotiate. I really felt bad for my kids. They were used to spend as much time with me as possible and every day I had to spend at work seemed like a lost day. Maybe I should quit soon, just live off of my money... But those thoughts and regrets were way overshadowed by my newly found lust towards my wife. We'd watch porn together in the evenings, while she told me about the phone-call she'd made that day, explaining in great detail, what the two of them told each other and how hard she'd cum from it. Then I'd get between her legs and eat her perfect pussy out while she watched the screen and sometimes absentmindedly stroked my hair. Afterward, she'd either jerk me off or give me a blowjob. I never lasted long enough to fuck her, as all of this brought me into a highly-aroused state.This fed into the whole dominating/cuckolding-kink we were developing, so I was more than fine with it. Due to my workload, I never got to listen to their calls firsthand regretably, but at the same time, I wasn't really sure if I wanted to do that again so soon. We had agreed on taking it slow in introducing the cuckold lifestyle to our shared love-life.
But one evening, she told me that she was ready to have me listen to them. She'd told Dean about me knowing about them and he was more than eager to go on further, when he heard about me enjoying it so far. Thus, they had waited the entire day for me to come home. After going to each of my children's rooms and kissing them good-night, I stepped into the master bedroom, only to see my gorgeous wife dressed in a flimsy, see-through teddy. Her breasts towered over her tight and fit frame, the painfully hard nipples sticking out for attention. My gaze wandered down over her flat, perfect belly to her completely shaved mound which already glistened invitingly.
"Dean's calling soon," she told me, giddy with excitement.
My heart skipped a beat, and my blood raced. "Today's the day, huh?" I said with a creaky, husky voice.
"Yes dear. Get ready, please? Or have you changed your mind?" The uncertainty and doubt in her voice, paired with the pleading look in her puppy-eyes gave me shivers.
"Honey, I've never been as certain of anything as I am right now of listening to you having phone-sex with your lover. I want this." With these words, I undressed slowly, uncovering my slim, still-fit body to my wife. She nodded approvingly and as I was done, motioned me onto the bed. I crawled up to her and we started kissing. Our tongues danced in each others mouths as my hands explored her perfectly-built body. Soon, the phone rang. We separated and I waited for her to pick up the phone.
"Hey Dean. Right on time. I'm putting you on speaker for the hubby. Wait a sec."
Then, as she tapped on the phone and then lay it down, I heard Deans voice coming from the surround-system we'd had installed in the bedroom. "Hello Harry. I'm Dean, the guy your wife is lusting after."
"Yes, so I heard. Just to be clear, you're not weirded out by me?"
He laughed: "Not at all Harry. In fact, I enjoy having the husbands of my affairs be participants in our trysts. You can be sure that I'm very discreet and that everything between us will stay consensual. If you want me out, I'm out."
"Glad to hear that, Dean. But please, ignore me from now on. I just want to watch and listen, and please my wife."
That brought another chuckle from Dean. "Good little hubby. Well then, my little minx, how are you?"
"Very fine, thank you Dean. Even better, my husband is massaging my breasts right now."
"That's good. Those mammaries can use some loving. I really had to force myself from staring at those beautiful boobs when me met. Describe to me what you're wearing."
"Charmer. Currently, all I'm wearing is a small, see-through teddy. My large nipples really stick out beneath it and the fabric feels so good on my sensitive skin."
"Very good. I'm caressing your breasts with my mouth, through the cloth." Taking the cue, I put my mouth on Ashley's right nipple, while tweaking the other one. The fabric felt weird on my tongue , but I paid it no mind and continued my task.
"Yes, that feels nice. Please, suck them harder. Work them real good." Doing so, I reveled in the soft flesh of my wife's breasts. Each nibble and bite elicited a cute moan from Ashley, who really enjoyed my caresses.
"That teddy is in the way. I rip it off to expose you completely!" I nodded and ripped the thin, frail fabric apart. Ashley yelped in surprise and then in arousal, as my mad breast-worship continued, now without the hindering lingerie in the way.
“Yes, that's it!” Dean groaned as he seemingly heard the cloth being ripped apart. “As I switch to sucking on your left breast, I tweak your other nipple.”
Without hesitation, I obliged, lavishing her neglected nipple with nibbles and kisses, while I caressed the other, primed one with my hand, eliciting groans and moans of pleasure from my pretty wife.
After having me alternate between Ashley's nipples a few times, Dean spoke up again, his voice fully controlled and without a hint of embarrassment or hesitation. “Alright, now that you're all hot and bothered, I'll go on with the show. As I go lower and lower, I trail your beautiful body with kisses until I reach your hot, married pussy.”
Ashley squealed in relief at his words after being teased for so long. I decided to prolong her arousal a bit and took my sweet time on kissing and licking her bellybutton, lavishing it with my tongue. “Dean, don't make me wait. Get down there!” Ashley suddenly groaned and as I heard her say that, I felt her hand on my head, urgently pushing me down.
I obliged and went further, now face to face with the beautiful pussy-lips that had birthed our three children. Just as I started on her engorged outer lips, Deans voice once again commanded me. “Now I start licking your pussy. First, your lips.”
I complied, alternating between left and right, kissing, licking and even lightly nibbling. Groans from above.
“Now, I stick my tongue down your pussy, letting it feel a mere taste of what's to come.”
Without abandon, I shoved my tongue down her vagina, plundering her hot love-tunnel and licking like a madman. My wriggling tongue seemed to bring Ashley great pleasure, who shouted: “Yes, lick me out you stud. Tongue-fuck my cunt, you big bastard!”
Her dirty talk spurred me on and I lost myself in worshiping the pussy I married ten years ago. My neglected dick was rock-hard and throbbing in tune with my speeding pulse. I felt like I was floating, my head spinning with arousal and lust while I effectively played the stand-in for my wife's lover.
“Now, your clit. Cum, you little bitch. Cum like the cheating slut you are!”
As I retreated from Ashley's love canal, I took a few seconds to catch my breath and look at her. Her twitching pussy gushed with arousal, a river of juices running down to her winking rosebud. Her face was deeply flushed, her mouth hanging open in mindless arousal, unable to utter a word. Her eyes meanwhile told me everything I needed to now. “Get in there!” they seemed to scream.
And in there I got. Sucking her entire nubbin into my mouth while penetrating her cunt with my middle- and ring-finger, I brought her to a quick and strong orgasm.
“YYYESS!” She screamed as her twat tried to milk my fingers. I felt a wet sensation on my chin and chest and realized that she had squirted! That was a first for me and it aroused me to no end that I was only able to bring my wife to a squirting orgasm with the help of her lover.
“Nice job, cuck!” Dean addressed me directly for the first time since we had started our kinky little game.
“Thank you, Dean. That sure was something! She squirted all over me.”
“Well done. Seems like you've earned your fucking rights for today.” With a twinge of sudden arousal, I felt elated to be allowed such a privilege.
“Thank you so much! I'll fuck her just like you would.”
“I seriously doubt that. Well, we'll see about me fucking her soon enough. But only if you're nice and do what I tell you to do!”
The nerve of him! After allowing me to fuck my own wife, he now dangled the prospect of him fucking me above my head, not as a punishment but as a reward. The throbbing arousal that this indignity caused in me was yet another sign that I was doing the right thing, playing along with this perversion.
“Yes, sir.” I eagerly complied. There was no doubt in my mind that this man would continue to dominate me and my wife to both our utter enjoyment.
With a chuckle, Dean disconnected, leaving us to our privacy. I looked down at Ashley, who had somewhat recovered from her orgasm. With a smirk, she stared at my face and I felt her total satisfaction in this moment.
I suddenly remembered that I could fuck her now, and without a second thought, I straddled Ashley and rubbed my dick on her pussy, humping her while feeling around for her opening. Suddenly, I felt her hands reach around to my butt-cheeks, caressing and fondling them, before suddenly spreading them apart. As I felt the cool air of the air-conditioned room hit my anus, my arousal peaked yet again.
“Let's see if you like getting fucked just as much as I do” Ashley whispered into my ear, before slowly sticking her middle finger into my ass! The feeling was weird and alien to me and in instinctively trying to pull away, I penetrated her with my dick. Now trapped between pussy and a hard place, I couldn't make up my mind about how to go about this.
“Come on, little sissy” Ashley whispered with an evil grin. “You'll have to fuck yourself to earn fucking me.”
Her belittling me yet again with that word pushed me over the edge. I fucked her in quick and hard bursts, forcing her slender middle-finger up my ass with every stroke until her long fingernail was pushed into my prostate. My vision went white with pleasure. I came so hard, it almost hurt, as Ashley actively rubbed and caressed my G-Spot.
When I regained my vision, I looked down and saw her belly streaked with semen. Seemed like my dick had slipped out and spilled its payload all over her flat tummy, wasting my precious life-giving fluid.
"Harry, for god's sake! You'll have to aim better if you ever want to please me again." Ashley blurtedout with a cruel laugh. Before I could contemplate this new humiliation, she doubled down on it.
“Oh what a mess you've made, my little cuckold-hubby!” Ashley exclaimed. Her voice sounded quite happy in contrast to the disappointment I felt at spilling all over her. “Now you'll have to clean it up.”
I don't feel ashamed of my actions in this moment. In fact, right now, I feel aroused from the pure thought of my initiation into the pleasures of eating cum.
There was no hesitation, no second thoughts. I dove in and licked every spot, every bit that was stained with my thick cumshot, devouring my own semen and actively enjoying it. I slurped it up and swallowed every drop, actively participating in this further degradation to the extent that I even stuck out my tongue to show Ashley how dutiful I've been.
“Very nice, dear. A minus.” As I questioned where the minus came from, Ashley held up her middle finger. There was no big trace of poop on it but I could smell that it just had been in my rectum. “Wanna earn your plus?” Ashley grinned, now fully embracing her inner dominatrix.
I earned my A plus that day. The next time we called Dean, I thoroughly cleaned my asshole beforehand with three water enemas. I was eager to please and be pleased, after all.
I, Harry, love my life. As a executive manager at a large bank, I had earned enough cash to never worry about money again, but I still worked, as it was something to do during the day. Together with my ******, I lived in a large mansion in the mid-west. My lovely wife Ashley was considerably younger than me at 28, but I'd never consider her a trophy wife. In fact, she'd been with me way before he became as rich as he was now. With her blonde hair, blue eyes and nice, voluptuous body, she immediately had caught my eyes at a local bar where I hung out back then. To my surprise, she was approaching me! with the proposition of a beverage. After a drink together, we basically hit it off, first in the sack and soon in relationship. At the time, I just was a standard office-monkey but after a few hard years, I had scored the dream-job I always pined for and made us loads of money.
Now at 45, I'd worked most of my life, but the last six years earned me billions of dollars, making me able to buy everything I wanted, consisting of a giant mansion, a luxurious yacht and still only a small margin of the incoming cashflow was consumed. From the get go, my wife and I had three children. First was Anna, whose angelic face and blonde hair at 10 already entranced all the boys. Next was 8-year-old Jake, who loved playing sports most of all, but was really bad at school. Last was cute 4-year-old Emma, the clingiest of the bunch, always hugging every one in sight.
One day, I came home from work early. My wife was supposed to be at her tennis club by then and I planned on surprising her with a beautiful bouquet of flowers and then some love for her "flower" afterwards. But I was taken aback as I heard moaning from our bedroom when I stepped in to the front door. Immediately thinking about all the different possibilities, my face went pale as my mind raced. Was she having an affair? As silently as possible, I sneaked up the stairs to catch her in the act. Glancing through a gap in the door, I saw her lying on our bed, completely naked. Her left hand kneaded one of her full breasts. Their suppleness both survived three pregnancies and actually they only became fuller in the process. With her right hand, she held a bullet vibe to the little nubbin of pleasure that crowned her perfectly shaved labia. As I stood there, dumbfounded by her beauty, I heard a deep, male voice.
"Now I'm slamming my prick deeply into your married cunt. Take it, you no-good cheating bitch! Take it!"
"Yes Dean," Ashley replied breathlessly, "Fuck me, you stud. Nothing excites me more than another mans cock plowing my perverted pussy."
"Oh yes," the voice replied. "I'm really pounding you now. I'm slamming you so hard that your wimpy husband can hear our hips clap together over in his boring office!"
"Oh yes! Take me, you savage! Do as you want, I'm your playtoy."
"That's right, you're my playtoy. You're mine to take as I please. And I'll do just that, you pretty little whore!"
"Dump it in me, please. I'm your cum-receptacle, your semen-toilet. Cum inside me!"
Her breathing grew heavier and her muscles strained as she used the hand that was currently massaging her breast to pinch her protruding, delicious nipple. Cumming violently, my beautiful wife screamed out:
"Cum inside me! Mark my cheating womb with your seed! Breed me you stud!"
The groans on the other side of the phone also sped up and with a loud, masculine grunt, it suddenly stopped. Seemed like her mysterious lover had reached his peak as well. I was completely shocked and appalled.
With shaking hands, I retreated from the doorway and went downstairs. In my tunnel vision, I didn't know what to do next, so I went outside and went through our large, luscious garden. Sitting down on a bench, I looked on into the sky, thinking. My wife had a lover! At least on the phone, for all I knew. And she fantasized about him impregnating her. My mind went through different friends of ours, comparing their voices to the deep, booming voice I'd heard over the phone...that masculine tone...his commanding manner. And how she squealed as he spoke to her...Then I remembered the name from their tryst: Dean!
I didn't remember a Dean from our close friends or regular party-guests. Seems like she met him somewhere else. As I was lost in thought about their sexy talk, I suddenly realized how hard my cock was. It stuck out, harder than ever before, tenting my silk suit-pants. Without thinking, I had the immediate and instinctive reaction of freeing it from its confines and slowly jerking it. I thought about how he'd look. Was he muscular? Was he handsome? How big was his cock? All those questions raced though my mind as I jerked off. I envisioned them on our bed, plowing each other on my satin sheets, staining the material I slept on, grounding their sweat and love-juices into my pillow. Speeding up, I now saw Ashley's ass right atop the point where I would usually snuggle up to her, falling asleep in the nape of her neck. Only now she was plundered by a virile stud who gave her the fucking she deserved.
Her long legs were wrapped around his huge frame, pulling him deeper and deeper into her core, and while he grunted from exertion, she screamed in continuous orgasm, demanding he should come inside her. As his semen filled her, leaking onto the place where I usually rested my head to fall asleep, I felt the strongest orgasm I had ever had rapidly approach. My hand was a blur as I jerked off to the mental image of my wife's creampied pussy spilling its heavy, virile cargo onto my pillow. With a yelp, I came, shooting a considerable amount of sperm all over my clothes.
Shuddering and spent, I lay on the bench and closed my eyes. How should I react to this? Should I leave her? No, that would be bad for the kids. Maybe I'll confront her about it right now.
But at the same time, I felt like this was the best thing I've ever felt. The burning humiliation made me cum like never before. Ashley and I always explored more than the usual vanilla sex, we were adventurous before, her dominating and belittling me just to make me get off. But it never had been as extreme as this... Maybe we could explore this further, I thought and suddenly realized the compromising position I was in.
Just as I hurried to get up and clean myself, I heard Ashley gasp. She stood right in front of my bench, dressed in a lovely flowery dress, walking completely barefoot.
"Harry," she said, "what's wrong? Are you hurt?"
By then she noticed the cum-stain on my clothes and my still dribbling, flaccid dick. Ashamed of myself, I covered up my crotch and stuttered weakly, as if to explain myself. Yet no coherent word came out of my mouth and, expecting the worst, I looked up at Ashley's beautiful face. To my utter surprise, I saw her mischievously smile down at me.
"Did you just get here or have you been around, for, say, a little longer?"
"W-well dear...I was just...I just came from the house, I.."
"You saw me." she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "And you heard me talking to Dean."
I nodded, blushing profusely, clutching my hands tighter to my crotch.
"And then, upon knowing that your wife his having phone-sex with another man, you did not have an outrage, or confronted her, but ran away and stroked your little cock." Now, her grin grew more lusty, her eyes twinkling with delight.
"Yes dear, I did. It really aroused me," I confessed. "I imagined you, being plowed by a strong, athletic man on our bed, having him empty his balls deep into your cunt. And I came harder than ever. Even harder than when I was with you the first time right after we met."
We looked at each other, a silence falling between the two of us. I removed my hand from my crotch and zipped back up, got up from the bench, hugged my pretty wife and gave her a hot kiss on the mouth. She returned it with equal fervor, and soon we were making out right there in our garden. Just as we started undressing, I heard the chauffeur pull up to the house. He surely brought home our smallest one from daycare. We broke our kiss and hurried back into the house, Ashley went to the front to welcome them, as I ran to our room to change.
Soon after, Anna and Jake came home from school, and thus, there was no time to talk to my wife. We ate our lunch and then first helped the kids with their homework, while Emma was allowed to watch TV. Soon, it was time for Jake's football practice and Anna's ballets-classes. As they were brought there by Ernest, our trusted chauffeur, we played with little Emma, who eventually grew tired and had a small nap. At this late time, we'd usually keep her awake, as it would be easier to get her to sleep in the night without the nap, but today, I was glad for the opportunity to talk.
"Dear," I said, as we sat on the sofa, Emma's head in Ashley's lap,"I thought about this situation. I think, you should at least tell me about your lover. You owe me that much"
"Yes," she admitted, "I think so, too. I met him at the pool a few weeks ago. I was there in the morning, alone, to swim some laps and maybe get a tan on. His towel was next to mine and he commented on the book I was reading. We got to talk and I was really attracted to him. It felt like the day we met. We had a lovely chat and afterward, when I turned to leave, he gave me his phone number. As I got home, suddenly the guilt hit me. It felt as if I was betraying you! But that thought, not even close to real infidelity yet, really aroused me. I started to fantasize about being with other men, but soon, the fantasies were not enough. So one day, I called Dean and we soon started dirty talking. We've been doing that for the last few weeks now..." Suddenly, she started sobbing: "Oh my darling, I've been a terrible wife! I'm so sorry. But I can't help it, I'm just hooked."
Shaking from her sobs, my dear wife curled up and pressed her face into her bare knees.
"There, there," I said and embraced her small frame. "Don't cry, sweetie. You should've told me."
"S-so you could break up and take the kids?" she cried back.
"No," I replied with a shaky but earnest tone, "so I could have you go further."
The sobbing stopped. Looking up at me through teary eyes, I could see a glimmer of hope and lust in Ashley's beautiful face.
Chapter 2
The following weeks, I had to work full days as there was a important deal I had to negotiate. I really felt bad for my kids. They were used to spend as much time with me as possible and every day I had to spend at work seemed like a lost day. Maybe I should quit soon, just live off of my money... But those thoughts and regrets were way overshadowed by my newly found lust towards my wife. We'd watch porn together in the evenings, while she told me about the phone-call she'd made that day, explaining in great detail, what the two of them told each other and how hard she'd cum from it. Then I'd get between her legs and eat her perfect pussy out while she watched the screen and sometimes absentmindedly stroked my hair. Afterward, she'd either jerk me off or give me a blowjob. I never lasted long enough to fuck her, as all of this brought me into a highly-aroused state.This fed into the whole dominating/cuckolding-kink we were developing, so I was more than fine with it. Due to my workload, I never got to listen to their calls firsthand regretably, but at the same time, I wasn't really sure if I wanted to do that again so soon. We had agreed on taking it slow in introducing the cuckold lifestyle to our shared love-life.
But one evening, she told me that she was ready to have me listen to them. She'd told Dean about me knowing about them and he was more than eager to go on further, when he heard about me enjoying it so far. Thus, they had waited the entire day for me to come home. After going to each of my children's rooms and kissing them good-night, I stepped into the master bedroom, only to see my gorgeous wife dressed in a flimsy, see-through teddy. Her breasts towered over her tight and fit frame, the painfully hard nipples sticking out for attention. My gaze wandered down over her flat, perfect belly to her completely shaved mound which already glistened invitingly.
"Dean's calling soon," she told me, giddy with excitement.
My heart skipped a beat, and my blood raced. "Today's the day, huh?" I said with a creaky, husky voice.
"Yes dear. Get ready, please? Or have you changed your mind?" The uncertainty and doubt in her voice, paired with the pleading look in her puppy-eyes gave me shivers.
"Honey, I've never been as certain of anything as I am right now of listening to you having phone-sex with your lover. I want this." With these words, I undressed slowly, uncovering my slim, still-fit body to my wife. She nodded approvingly and as I was done, motioned me onto the bed. I crawled up to her and we started kissing. Our tongues danced in each others mouths as my hands explored her perfectly-built body. Soon, the phone rang. We separated and I waited for her to pick up the phone.
"Hey Dean. Right on time. I'm putting you on speaker for the hubby. Wait a sec."
Then, as she tapped on the phone and then lay it down, I heard Deans voice coming from the surround-system we'd had installed in the bedroom. "Hello Harry. I'm Dean, the guy your wife is lusting after."
"Yes, so I heard. Just to be clear, you're not weirded out by me?"
He laughed: "Not at all Harry. In fact, I enjoy having the husbands of my affairs be participants in our trysts. You can be sure that I'm very discreet and that everything between us will stay consensual. If you want me out, I'm out."
"Glad to hear that, Dean. But please, ignore me from now on. I just want to watch and listen, and please my wife."
That brought another chuckle from Dean. "Good little hubby. Well then, my little minx, how are you?"
"Very fine, thank you Dean. Even better, my husband is massaging my breasts right now."
"That's good. Those mammaries can use some loving. I really had to force myself from staring at those beautiful boobs when me met. Describe to me what you're wearing."
"Charmer. Currently, all I'm wearing is a small, see-through teddy. My large nipples really stick out beneath it and the fabric feels so good on my sensitive skin."
"Very good. I'm caressing your breasts with my mouth, through the cloth." Taking the cue, I put my mouth on Ashley's right nipple, while tweaking the other one. The fabric felt weird on my tongue , but I paid it no mind and continued my task.
"Yes, that feels nice. Please, suck them harder. Work them real good." Doing so, I reveled in the soft flesh of my wife's breasts. Each nibble and bite elicited a cute moan from Ashley, who really enjoyed my caresses.
"That teddy is in the way. I rip it off to expose you completely!" I nodded and ripped the thin, frail fabric apart. Ashley yelped in surprise and then in arousal, as my mad breast-worship continued, now without the hindering lingerie in the way.
“Yes, that's it!” Dean groaned as he seemingly heard the cloth being ripped apart. “As I switch to sucking on your left breast, I tweak your other nipple.”
Without hesitation, I obliged, lavishing her neglected nipple with nibbles and kisses, while I caressed the other, primed one with my hand, eliciting groans and moans of pleasure from my pretty wife.
After having me alternate between Ashley's nipples a few times, Dean spoke up again, his voice fully controlled and without a hint of embarrassment or hesitation. “Alright, now that you're all hot and bothered, I'll go on with the show. As I go lower and lower, I trail your beautiful body with kisses until I reach your hot, married pussy.”
Ashley squealed in relief at his words after being teased for so long. I decided to prolong her arousal a bit and took my sweet time on kissing and licking her bellybutton, lavishing it with my tongue. “Dean, don't make me wait. Get down there!” Ashley suddenly groaned and as I heard her say that, I felt her hand on my head, urgently pushing me down.
I obliged and went further, now face to face with the beautiful pussy-lips that had birthed our three children. Just as I started on her engorged outer lips, Deans voice once again commanded me. “Now I start licking your pussy. First, your lips.”
I complied, alternating between left and right, kissing, licking and even lightly nibbling. Groans from above.
“Now, I stick my tongue down your pussy, letting it feel a mere taste of what's to come.”
Without abandon, I shoved my tongue down her vagina, plundering her hot love-tunnel and licking like a madman. My wriggling tongue seemed to bring Ashley great pleasure, who shouted: “Yes, lick me out you stud. Tongue-fuck my cunt, you big bastard!”
Her dirty talk spurred me on and I lost myself in worshiping the pussy I married ten years ago. My neglected dick was rock-hard and throbbing in tune with my speeding pulse. I felt like I was floating, my head spinning with arousal and lust while I effectively played the stand-in for my wife's lover.
“Now, your clit. Cum, you little bitch. Cum like the cheating slut you are!”
As I retreated from Ashley's love canal, I took a few seconds to catch my breath and look at her. Her twitching pussy gushed with arousal, a river of juices running down to her winking rosebud. Her face was deeply flushed, her mouth hanging open in mindless arousal, unable to utter a word. Her eyes meanwhile told me everything I needed to now. “Get in there!” they seemed to scream.
And in there I got. Sucking her entire nubbin into my mouth while penetrating her cunt with my middle- and ring-finger, I brought her to a quick and strong orgasm.
“YYYESS!” She screamed as her twat tried to milk my fingers. I felt a wet sensation on my chin and chest and realized that she had squirted! That was a first for me and it aroused me to no end that I was only able to bring my wife to a squirting orgasm with the help of her lover.
“Nice job, cuck!” Dean addressed me directly for the first time since we had started our kinky little game.
“Thank you, Dean. That sure was something! She squirted all over me.”
“Well done. Seems like you've earned your fucking rights for today.” With a twinge of sudden arousal, I felt elated to be allowed such a privilege.
“Thank you so much! I'll fuck her just like you would.”
“I seriously doubt that. Well, we'll see about me fucking her soon enough. But only if you're nice and do what I tell you to do!”
The nerve of him! After allowing me to fuck my own wife, he now dangled the prospect of him fucking me above my head, not as a punishment but as a reward. The throbbing arousal that this indignity caused in me was yet another sign that I was doing the right thing, playing along with this perversion.
“Yes, sir.” I eagerly complied. There was no doubt in my mind that this man would continue to dominate me and my wife to both our utter enjoyment.
With a chuckle, Dean disconnected, leaving us to our privacy. I looked down at Ashley, who had somewhat recovered from her orgasm. With a smirk, she stared at my face and I felt her total satisfaction in this moment.
I suddenly remembered that I could fuck her now, and without a second thought, I straddled Ashley and rubbed my dick on her pussy, humping her while feeling around for her opening. Suddenly, I felt her hands reach around to my butt-cheeks, caressing and fondling them, before suddenly spreading them apart. As I felt the cool air of the air-conditioned room hit my anus, my arousal peaked yet again.
“Let's see if you like getting fucked just as much as I do” Ashley whispered into my ear, before slowly sticking her middle finger into my ass! The feeling was weird and alien to me and in instinctively trying to pull away, I penetrated her with my dick. Now trapped between pussy and a hard place, I couldn't make up my mind about how to go about this.
“Come on, little sissy” Ashley whispered with an evil grin. “You'll have to fuck yourself to earn fucking me.”
Her belittling me yet again with that word pushed me over the edge. I fucked her in quick and hard bursts, forcing her slender middle-finger up my ass with every stroke until her long fingernail was pushed into my prostate. My vision went white with pleasure. I came so hard, it almost hurt, as Ashley actively rubbed and caressed my G-Spot.
When I regained my vision, I looked down and saw her belly streaked with semen. Seemed like my dick had slipped out and spilled its payload all over her flat tummy, wasting my precious life-giving fluid.
"Harry, for god's sake! You'll have to aim better if you ever want to please me again." Ashley blurtedout with a cruel laugh. Before I could contemplate this new humiliation, she doubled down on it.
“Oh what a mess you've made, my little cuckold-hubby!” Ashley exclaimed. Her voice sounded quite happy in contrast to the disappointment I felt at spilling all over her. “Now you'll have to clean it up.”
I don't feel ashamed of my actions in this moment. In fact, right now, I feel aroused from the pure thought of my initiation into the pleasures of eating cum.
There was no hesitation, no second thoughts. I dove in and licked every spot, every bit that was stained with my thick cumshot, devouring my own semen and actively enjoying it. I slurped it up and swallowed every drop, actively participating in this further degradation to the extent that I even stuck out my tongue to show Ashley how dutiful I've been.
“Very nice, dear. A minus.” As I questioned where the minus came from, Ashley held up her middle finger. There was no big trace of poop on it but I could smell that it just had been in my rectum. “Wanna earn your plus?” Ashley grinned, now fully embracing her inner dominatrix.
I earned my A plus that day. The next time we called Dean, I thoroughly cleaned my asshole beforehand with three water enemas. I was eager to please and be pleased, after all.
