Hello,
I know it’s been a long LONG time since I’ve written here. We’ve all been through a lot. A pandemic, a change in politics and culture, but some things never change. Case in point, I’m still a cuckold. Please, please, PLEASE do NOT DM me that you’re ‘sorry’ for me or that you think I’m ‘crazy’. I’m not mad, I’m not upset, and the hot-wife/cuckold lifestyle is something both myself and my wife are into and happy with. My wife likes the attention and sex, and I like that awkward jealous, nervous arousal I get from it all.
My wife is NOT going to leave me. You don’t have to DM me that either. This is PART of our sex-life.
That said Bill, my asshole ***** buddy, is STILL very much nuts about my wife and what’s between her legs. The problem is that he’s TOO intense, gets too *****, and we’re pretty sure he’s trying to get her pregnant (with his mother’s help). Dumbass has been caught by us putting holes in condoms and things of that nature. Little does he know my wife has been on birth control since I wrote the last update.
Bill simply gets too *****, and then no matter who he is with, whatever girlfriend he has, he wants to fuck my wife when he’s *****. Hillary REVELS in that actually. She loves how she’s got him upside down far more than the Upton look alike (yes, Bill’s former girlfriend looked like Kate Upton) or my ex-fiancée (whose quite attractive in her own right). She loves when Bill says no one has ever given him “head” (see a blowjob) like her or fucked him like her.
I don’t blame him.
My wife has a magic vagina. She calls it a ‘unicorn’ between her legs. It’s always wet, swollen and tight. She’s still rather young actually. Pushing thirty. She cums vaginally and NOT from clitoral stimulation. That is not a lie. Finger her for a few minutes and that wet pussy will cum all over you. Stick your cock in that pussy for a few minutes and you’re the one cumming. And from the start she knew how to fuck and ride a cock.
And I’m not even talking about her blowjobs.
Any man who’s ever been with my wife has lost his mind. Right from the beginning of her sex life. She waited a long time to lose her virginity. Many men wanted it. But my wife had her eyes on ONE man. Her ‘hot’ high-school teacher all the girls fantasized about marrying. A man with kids and a wife who was in his thirties. And one thing about my wife…she will not be denied.
When she was eighteen, she graduated from high-school. She had the decency not to fuck with the guy’s job I guess, the whole ‘duty of care’ thing. However, she didn’t wait very long. Literally, in her graduation gown (again she’s eighteen remember) she found herself in the hot teacher’s classroom with her friends taking pictures. Three girls doing selfies with that teacher in his chair. I guess Hillary found herself on his lap during these pictures. While her two friends danced around taking pics and celebrating my wife stayed in his lap. Her big ass RIGHT on his crotch. She said she felt “soooo bad” for him, since she felt his cock literally get hard in her ass crack. Right there in the school. Again, she’s eighteen and no longer his student. She said each time she moved in his lap (which she made sure she did A LOT) he groaned in stimulated pain.
Her friends asked if the ‘hot teacher’ was “coming to the party tonight”.
My future wife, ever the tease, turned from her friends and in a sultry tone and with a seductive face they couldn’t see she asked. “Are you gonna cum?” She squeezed her ass on his bulge and she told me he had this look…as if to say ‘stop…please stop….but don’t.’
But she did stop. She picked up his phone and took a selfie with him, and as her friends talked she casually entered her number in his cell phone and then sent herself a ‘test’ text. She said she uttered, “I don’t think he’s cumming tonight but…maybe later.” She looked back and smiled at the thirty something married teacher who looked utterly lost.
Her friends had no idea then, and they still don’t, but a night later, one day after graduation, Hillary was in the marital bed of the hot teacher. She lost her virginity that night in his house. She said her very first position was ‘reverse’ cowgirl so he could see her tight eighteen year old muscular ass (she played sports) sliding up and down on his cock.
I asked what he did with his wife and kids, and my wife shrugged. “He sent them away so he could fuck me.”
And not only that, but that teacher LOST his mind. I’ve seen the texts. He was ready to leave his wife and kids and date her. I asked what she thought of that, and my wife told me, “I was eighteen and wanted to get laid…this guy LOST it.”
I’ve read the texts, the poor guy talks about how it was the best sex of his life and he wasn’t sure sex could feel that way. Hillary did sleep with him a few more times. But she had plans. She was going to join the military.
A week after meeting her recruiter, she was screwing him in his marital bed. THAT guy actually DID leave his wife for Hillary, but their relationship didn’t last.
Hillary moved on to her older neighbor who left HIS girlfriend. LOST his mind
Then a nineteen year old Hillary found a thirty something year old with a decent job and good house and well….that’s ME. I never planned on much with her, but when we had sex…I…uh…lost my mind.
She has that effect. So I don’t blame Bill. Everyone she fucks LOSES it.
And that brings me to my next point, we have TRIED to get Bill out of our lives, at least when it comes to sex. We have tried to use other people. We have. If you recall we have two people in Florida. A young punk and an older sort of rich guy.
We like Florida because it’s far enough away, and we like Orlando because of the resorts and parks. We go usually sometime between September and November and then sometime between January and March for a week and stay at the same resort.
Both of those guys were obsessed with my wife since October of 2019. We’ve been down there four times since…yes FOUR times.
I’m going to talk about our trip back down in October of 2020, however, two things. First, COVID ruined a LOT of the fun. Masked up cuckolding sucks and I’m not going to go into it too much. Yes, social distancing, and yes limited capacity and some places were closed, and some didn’t allow drinking indoors and some places made it so you HAD to buy food. It was all nuts.
So, I think I last updated in April of 20202, when the Pandemic was nuts. Nothing was open for months. This gave Bill the PERFECT time to fuck my wife when he wanted. That meant he had to make a trip to OUR city or we’d have to be in my hometown. A long commute (several hours) but Bill was MORE than eager.
When we found out about him getting too pushy and wanting more and more, and sort of losing his mind, we sort of tried to distance ourselves, but we both very much liked the lifestyle. My wife liked to be ‘hot-wifed’ and I liked to be cuckolded. So since we’d sort of become addicted, but our main “bull” so to speak was more addicted to my wife’s pussy than crack, we too were losing our minds for an alternative.
Finally, yes, FINALLY, that opportunity presented itself in the elderly man named Jarrod. He was in his mid-fifties (we think 53 at the time) who Hillary sucked off while I was at the lazy river at our resort in 2019, the year prior. Like I’ve said, he’s something of a sugar-daddy to Hillary.
It started with pics of her ass, and then her tits. They communicated via KIK of all things and snapchat, and secretly Facebook. My wife LOVES that this married man is obsessed with her. She admittedly likes older men (daddy issues?). He has gray hair and is sort of handsome I guess. What I could glean from their messages was that the older man was smitten with the “twenty three year old hellcat that seduced him and sucked his cock like a hellcat.”
He calls Hillary his ‘hellcat’. She was NOT twenty three then, but certainly looked it. At that point she was twenty-seven going on twenty-eight. “I may have lied about my age,” Hillary told me laughing. Somewhere along the line Jarrod started paying for her phone and some of her shoes and clothes (dresses and heels that she’d model for him).
Yes, my wife had an online boyfriend, unless you thought of it as a sort of personal ‘cam-girl’ deal. They would masturbate together during periods I was away or we had to quarantine away. I legit walked in on her in the larger tub we have forgetting to lock the door, she had her legs on the sides of the tub and one hand on her pussy, in her other hand was her cellphone. The older man was literally stroking his prick.
My wife saw me standing, gawking and staring. “GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!” She shouted. She can be mean. Make no mistake. It’s kind of hot.
He was BEGGING to meet her all that summer, but COVID, the climate of the culture and every little thing seemed to get in the way. He offered a trip for her fully paid to Disney. NOT for me. He still wasn’t sure how I fit into this. I’m not sure that guy understands cuckolding, but Hillary tried to explain. He told her that I must be nuts to share such a hot young ‘philly’.
So a business trip for Jarrod to Washington DC in September of 2020 presented an opportunity. He offered to pay for her train ride (first class) to stay for a few nights and days. We were apprehensive but were planning on going to Disney once again in October. We agreed this would be a trial run. Hotels in DC had recently reopened. Bars were in a weird space and we’d manage that when we went.
Here is the thing, the fucking guy, this rich fucking guy sent my wife a CREDIT CARD. He set up a fake business for her. HCH consulting LLC. Aka….Hellcat Hillary. He did it as a tax-right off for his business. Hillary was on his books as a ‘stress management consultant.’ No shit. She didn’t have to worry about anything (and nothing has happened since she got that card).
Here is the thing. We VETTED Jarrod through social media. A ****** man, a business man, well off, rich, but apparently normal. So please DO NOT DM me about fucking my wife, because we will VET every post you ever put online. We have done this thing on these sites before where we invited people and it’s always an incel wackjob or stalker claiming to be a Bull. You’re not a Bull if you don’t have sex people.
Jarrod seemed clean. So we got COVID tests, and she shared hers with him and vice versa. We boarded a train nervously for the first time. Both of us in masks. My wife and her pretty young face sadly covered by a mask. Her ass covered by shiny black yoga pants and her tits in a tight black yoga top. On the train she pulled the top over her cleavage, but she said she’d pull the ‘girls’ out when she got to the hotel room.
Here is the thing, we were going on two separate trips in reality. I was not going with Hillary. Jarrod at this point knew my stance, but did not invite me, and Hillary WOULD not use that card for me. She sat in first/business class by herself because she bought two seats (Jarrod insisted). I sat WAY in the back on the train with some fat smelly guy around me. Two masks by the way.
We couldn’t even sit in the lounge area for drinks because it was closed. I got some drinks. Hillary GOT wrecked on her (probably illegal) corporate card. This was all part of her plan.
I was just back up. I was staying at the Hilton near the National Mall. Hillary was going to the Mandarin Oriental, a five star hotel to stay with Jarrod on his business trip. I recall getting texts on the train from Hillary.
“You know you’re not getting laid right? For like a week?” She added with laughing emojis. She said “I’m Jarrod’s until Sunday dude.” She added. “You’re my bestie back-up if shit goes south. LOL!” Which is what I was. I was to be at the hotel within ‘running distance’ if things got weird with…well…a stranger who was trying to fuck my wife.
Hillary had NO plans to even meet with me from Tuesday night until Sunday morning. And right from the moment I got on the train, that arrangement started. I had to get on several trains to make it to my hotel. I couldn’t afford a hotel, a train and cabs. Hillary, on the other hand fucking CHARGED a cab (or Uber maybe?) on the card.
I wasn’t going to see her for about two days. We texted, yes.
I’m going to try and tell a narrative from HER point of view. Sort of. She told me EXACTLY what happened.
While I was in the back with a guy who microwaved his fish somewhere, she was up in business class (or maybe down…I don’t know). She was nervous about everything and trying to get wasted to get past that feeling of the unknown. So she drank White Claws and shots of Vodka. She bought a sandwich and some chips to eat. When we got off, she texted me to ‘wish her luck’ and got into a taxi (or maybe and Uber).
She was messaging Jarrod that they needed to ‘fuck’ to break the ice. Just ‘get it out of the way’. Hillary got to the hotel, and made her way to the pretty ornate elevators. She said the hotel was definitely five-star. She felt out of place with people in suits (and masks…ugh….distancing…remember).
She said she got in the elevator and pulled up her black yoga pants to make her ass ‘pop’ and then pulled her top down so her cleavage was just right. She adjusted her make-up after taking the mask off and made her way to the room. She was *****, real *****. She knocked on the right room and Jarrod answered wearing a nice shirt and slacks, and Hillary said he looked handsome. She just hugged him after a quick ‘hello’ and then the pair began to make-out. He pulled her inside and the two were going at it. He pulled her top down and sucked on her tits, remarking how he’d ‘dreamed’ about all this. She lead him to the couch in the living room (the suite was HUGE) and sat him down.
My wife pulled off her older lovers slacks, pulled them down with his pants and grab his dick while she kissed him. He had shaved, which surprised her. She kind of liked the gray and white pubes. My wife said she turned away from him, pulled her yoga pants and panties down, and gave him a view of her ass and pussy. She brought his hand up to her pussy to show how hot and wet it was. She then did what she does to everyman, and grabbed his cock, and sat on his dick facing away, so he could see her big ass sliding up and down.
When I asked how long it lasted, she laughed and said “Maybe two minutes,” she remarked. “Great sex doesn’t last long.” The old fuck apparently pulled her head back and turned to kiss her as she rode him. She moaned and he groaned and she felt him cum inside her. No mistaking that hot sensation of cum fulling you, she says.
Jarrod must have been embarrassed or nervous because he asked, “Did you cum?”
My wife held up two fingers. “Twice. All over your dick.” She smiled.
Ice…officially….broken.
She swears she left her rolling luggage bag in the hallway outside the room. They were fucking that quickly. Hillary went piss, came back and they chatted with no awkwardness. He got them an amazing and EXPENSIVE top floor suite facing the water. No deck, he apologized. But they had a living room, a huge bedroom and a huge bathroom with a big tub and walk-in shower with a TV in the bathroom. Huge bed, huge TVS in every room, a full wet bar. He’d ordered expensive wine (well, she doesn’t know but the guy usually splurges).
They got wasted even more and Hillary sort of passed out in the tub. She thinks that was for the best as he came a pretty good amount. He was already saying it was the ‘best sex’ of his life.
Hillary woke up with a headache when the sun came up. She was in panties and nothing else. My wife reached over and being a good little slut, she grabbed his dick and got under the covers and sucked him awake. Without even a word, she got on top and again went reverse cowgirl to allow him a view of her ass. Hillary said Jarrod kept saying “you’re so amazing…so amazing.” She didn’t let him cum.
They showered together, since Jarrod had a big meeting that day. She washed him and jerked his cock. They kissed and he soaped up her tits and her thighs and ass. She helped him get into his suit, even helping in the mirror with a tie and cuff-links. He was complaining about his boner, and how he’d never concentrate.
Right before he left, she got on her knees, in a white robe, with her tits showing, opened his suit pants and pulled his dick out. She said she made eye-contact and then sucked his cock slowly. She said he didn’t last long and was whining almost. She tells me she can’t keep her eyes open for some reason when a guy cums and hasn’t met a girl who could. So she closed her eyes and began sucking/eating/swallowing/slurping or whatever you want to call it, moaning as she did. When he was done, she pulled off, opened her eyes and said, “That’s how you start a day with a smile.”
He told her no matter what, he was relaxed and everything was going to be ‘down-hill’ from there.
She told me this days later by the way. I didn’t see her until Friday. Apparently she got bored during the days. I met her at the National Hall or whatever, the museums had staggered openings and space at that point (not all). The monuments were open. We walked around (drinking out of cups secretly and getting *****) and she explained they had sex in the mornings and at night. Mainly staying in the room and getting room service. Occasionally going for late walks. She couldn’t leave the hotel room until ten. She went to the gym and the pool, and the Spa he got her massages. But she had to be back in the room by four.
I thought, with such a strong will as she has she’d be pissed. But she wasn’t. When I asked if she was mad, she laughed. “I’m his sexy young side-piece….obviously he’s hiding me….we’re having an affair.” Hillary LOVED it. She was ecstatic about being his slutty little mistress. She even was Facebook stalking his wife and commenting how ‘ugly’ she was. It was clear, once again, she had feelings despite saying it was all fun. I guess it’s hard not to when you have sex with someone.
We had some lunch and Hillary invited me up to see the suite. We made our way to the hotel and Hillary stopped me before putting the key card to the door. “You’re not getting laid dude,” my wife told me. “Get that shit out of your head.” She then fist bumped me and called me her ‘bestie’.
Jarrod was in his final meeting. Hillary was REALLY REALLY giddy, since Jarrod’s other co-workers/employees were all pretty much leaving. That meant that for the first time, Jarrod was going to take Hillary out to dinner. So she was going to take a shower and do her hair and makeup. I recall going up and being really impressed. What struck me more was the clothes in the corner of the bedroom. I got so nervous and jealous seeing her panties and yoga pants on top of his slacks and mixed in with his own workout clothes. She admitted she did two workouts, one when he was at work, and the other when he got back. She did her cardio in the day and upper body. Jarrod really enjoyed her nightly ‘squat workouts’ and liked to view her from behind. If someone he knew came in, they’d act like they didn’t know each other.
Jarrod apparently told Hillary that some of his coworkers, ahem…all men, were commenting about the young girl who did squats in the black yoga pants in the gym. If they were loyal and close to Jarrod he let them in on a secret…he was fucking that girl. Hillary helped by providing a little proof during the days, of pics of her ass and cleavage. Jarrod PROMISED he didn’t show nudes. Yeah, right. And sure enough this added to Jarrod’s popularity.
I sat drinking from the mini-bar, which Hillary said was fine. She took a shower, and came out. She had a towel and a robe on and was straightening her hair. She wouldn’t even let me see her naked. I was so hard then it hurt. My eyes kept wandering to her panties in that pile.
My wife sighed, annoyed and said. “Just take them dude.” She remarked. “Just do it already. Sniff em…fuck em…just don’t kill my vibe.” She sighed again and sat down on the bed. I watched her straighten her hair, thicken her eye-brows, put on makeup and lipstick, and then she went into the bathroom. She came out in her black mini-dress with the frilly top that covered her cleavage (not really). She then put on her wedge heels and stood in front of me. “How do I look?”
She looked stunning and I told her so.
She then grabbed her used workout panties handed them to me and pulled on my arm. She all but threw me out. “Later dude…have fun with those.” She called to me and pushed me into the hall. Then she was gone and I wouldn’t see her until she came home Sunday, on a different train then me.
If you think she’s being a bitch, well, she is, but on purpose. She’s torturing me. Teasing me by showing me how she did herself up for her lover. Basically saying “I look hot, but I’m not for you…too hot for you.” Which I love.
She shared pics that night of her in that black dress, Jarrod was smart enough NOT to be in them. He took her to a nice rooftop bar somewhere. I masturbated constantly that night. For the next two nights she wasn’t Jarrod’s secret shame, she was his trophy. I’d see plenty of pics of them walking the National Mall (some with him).
When she got home she told me everything, and about how that night in the dress ended with passionate sex on that couch again. Then the next night they sat in the tub all night. In the last morning they had sex again. Hillary said they kissed and kissed goodbye not wanting it to end. She was sticking it to me then.
That Sunday I fucked my wife hard and intensely. Passionately and aggressively. She loved it.
From that day forward, my wife got her car paid, phone paid and clothing allowance from Jarrod. Still to this day. Hell-Cat Hillary’s Stress Management Consulting firm is paid well.
So Orlando in October of 2020 was a go. Even if it wasn’t going to be the same. Horror Night was cancelled. Masks or not? We still were confused. You could take them off when you sat as if that stopped COVID.
Honestly, Jarrod was pissed. His ****** was going to the resort as well. He wasn’t going to get to see her. But Hillary promised she’d ‘make time’.
We got down there, and I’m not going through the COVID nonsense, but we GOT down there mid-October. We requested the SAME suite. We luckily got the same one.
Here is the thing, Jarrod is an owner at this resort. Further, he was sort of pissed that we were coming down when he was with his ****** there. It wasn’t intended. It wasn’t. We had this planned WAY in advance and actually had to cancel and change due to COVID.
We got down there and it was definitely unique. Sort of a ghost town and a lot of restrictions, but luckily our favorite bar was open with limited capacity and you couldn’t wait at the bar. You could sit and stand, to be honest, as no one seemed to be observing rules the rest of the country observed.
The first day we got there we went to the pool. Hillary was texting (messaging really) Jarrod our status and he was insisting she NOT come. She had a plan. We were going to park our car at the front end and leave it ready to go (our suite was a mile away from the pool area). Jarrod still insisted we NOT come. His kids were there, and they were with friends. His wife was there as well.
We went anyways, and it was like 11AM. Hillary and I were already kind of ***** off VERY expensive drinks we bought AT the resort. A big no no. She was on a mission. We made our way to the bar, Hillary in her black wrap around bikini and her wedge heels, hair all fixed up, full makeup, the whole works. And all we were doing was ‘lounging’. Yet, we made a b-line to the bar and who was sitting there, Jarrod and his wife.
The moment she saw him was awkward. Jarrod acknowledged ME of all people and said he recalled me from the previous year. He shook my hand and re-introduced me to his wife, “You remember,” he stopped not knowing my name. He should by now. I told him and he continued, “yeah and his lovely wife Hillary.” He still had the calmness I recalled. He sure as SHIT recalled Hillary’s name and that was not lost on his wife who crossed her arms and stared daggers as Hillary hugged Jarrod and then her after Jarrod shook my hand.
“Told you we’d be back,” I said trying to smooth it over. I was ***** and nervous, but we sat on the other end of the bar to distance and talk somewhat. Jarrod spoke with me, asking about my job and life and I reciprocated. While he talked, his eyes wandered to my wife’s ample cleavage (I have a pic in my profile to show you that bikini). I ordered her a bucket which contains a fuckton of alcohol, and then ordered a beer.
Jarrod asked how my wife was and what she does. “You used to be a nurse right?”
Hillary had NEVER told him this last year an obvious mistake. “I actually do stress management consulting,” Hillary took a shot at him and sipped her drink. I swear he almost swallowed the bottle.
“What does that entail,” his wife chuckled in disbelief.
Hillary shrugged. “Its difficult to explain but it pays well.” The tension between Jarrod’s wife and my wife was palpable. I mean, Jarrod, for all his ‘don’t come’ nonsense couldn’t stop staring at my wife. Hillary sipped her drink and looked at her phone quietly, while Jarrod and I caught up on work, COVID, the weather, sports and whatever else.
When my wife got up to use the bathroom, Jarrod stupidly followed her ass with his eyes. It didn’t help my wife had her wedges on. Made her ass ‘pop’. She always said a girl who wears heels and a bikini is looking to get fucked. His wife grumbled, “Are you serious that girl is HALF your age Jarrod.” She seemed annoyed. She seemed *****.
My wife remarked, “I’m going to lay out by the pool.” She stood up and all but SAUNTERED out the open bar area waving her ass on purpose. Jarrod’s eyes kept following. Five minutes later, he broke off his conversation with me and excused himself.
“I’m going to find the kids,” he chimed.
His wife rolled her eyes and sipped her mixed drink. “I’ll bet you are.”
Jarrod at LEAST went the opposite direction of my wife. I’ll give him that credit.
That was part of the plan. I was part of the plan. I knew my part. Distraction. Which I did and offered his wife a drink. I was repeatedly told by Hillary that she is NOT into swinging and I will NOT get laid. So just do my part.
She accepted but we didn’t really chat. After ten minutes she remarked. “You know he’s probably found a spot to stare at your wife’s ass don’t you?” She then went into a diatribe about how he thinks he’s thirty and can score with young chicks. “I kid of course, I trust him”. But she continued her rant about how he’s always flirting with some young girl. “It’s harmless,” she said but annoying. “A young girl like your wife wouldn’t give my husband the time of day without his money.” She laughed.
Well, she was giving him WAY more than the time of day and he was sort of staring at her ass…sort of.
I would hear how the plan was executed perfectly. A reluctant Jarrod met my waiting wife at the car. He got in and drove it, the keys were in the car. He was complaining about her coming down there and ‘ruining everything’ and shit like that.
My wife grabbed his chin, told him to ‘shut up’ and kissed him. She said he sure as shit stopped complaining when she put her hand on his crotch. He just groaned. They drove kissing and driving sloppily around the corner to our suite.
They made it inside, and right in the front hall, Jarrod showed my wife some dominance and anger when he bent her over, smacked her ass, and pulled down her bikini bottoms. My wife LOVES that. She said he kept spanking her calling her a ‘bad little slut’ and she was pretty much cumming before he even entered her. From the spanking alone. My wife cums VERY easily. I told you. She said when he slid it in her she held on to the wall and just screamed “OH GOD! OH GOD! OH FUCK!” She claims she shouted. “FUCK YOUR NAUGHTY SLUT!” Again, as she says great sex doesn’t last long. She came all over his dick and was dripping down her leg, and then he came inside her.
When they were done, Jarrod returned to being sort of angry. The car ride back was telling her not to fuck with his ******. Hillary insisted it wasn’t intentional and we had planned this WAY in advance. I guess Jarrod said she was ‘pissing him off’.
“You looked REAL pissed a minute ago,” she laughed. My wife, ever the trouble maker remarked. “What if you got me pregnant?” She turned to him as he drove back. “Wouldn’t that be crazy?”
Jarrod slammed the breaks. “You better be on fucking BIRTH control.”
Hillary insisted she was. When they got back to the bar and pool area she got out and walked away stating, “do you have to take birth control like…everyday….I mean…like EVERYDAY! Cause I don’t like do that.”
She left him utterly floored. She was fucking with him, and I would watch her message him all day telling him she was fucking with him.
Either way, Jarrod made it back to the bar in about fifteen minutes give or take. Not even twenty minutes had passed. He bought me a round. If he had just been upset (according to my wife later) he didn’t seem it to me. He seemed on cloud nine. Even hugged and kissed his own wife.
“Did you find the kids?” His wife asked.
Jarrod shrugged and shook his head but his wife wasn’t buying it. She stated, “Did you even look?” He nodded. “I’ll bet you did.” She grumbled, “Probably followed his wife and ogled her butt is what you did.” His wife remarked looking at her phone. “I doubt you’d find them up that young girl’s ass Jarrod.”
My wife came back five minutes after on her phone. Jarrod offered her another ‘bucket’, and she acted like an oblivious twit. She texted me to ‘look between her legs’ as she sat on the stool. I did and was shocked to see white fucking sticky substance oozing through. Jarrod’s cum. Her legs were wide open and pointed at Jarrod’s wife, and the stain was growing. Hillary loved it.
I watched her message Jarrod. She had made a plan to fuck with him hard while his wife was right there. She showed me as she messaged him privately on Facebook. To be honest, they were sloppy on hiding their contacts. They were friends on Facebook, and Jarrod followed her on Instagram. Further, she had him on Snapchat as a friend. Maybe it’s his wife who is oblivious.
“I want to suck your cock at the bar !! ” She messaged.
Jarrod’s wife was now into her own phone. His phone buzzed almost immediately after Hillary typed. He picked it up and read his phone. I could see the visible stress on his face. Jarrod had a problem with Hillary’s openness. In DC, she got ***** when they went to the dinner and put her hand down his pants. I saw the messaging battle they had when she returned from DC.
I saw her message after he told her she needed to calm down. She wrote him, “So sorry you’re twenty seven year old loves your cock so much that she wants to play with it all the time. Tough life you got
Hillary had a way of sticking it to every guy, from me and Bill, and now to Jarrod.
She kept messaging and showing me. “Does your wife even know the girl you’re fucking is like 5 feet from her.”
Jarrod was audibly sighing in annoyance as he had to pick up the phone with each message. It buzzed on the table in front of him. She messaged him a bunch about sucking his dick with her right there. His phone buzzed as she typed. His wife sipped her drink and asked who was texting him. “No one.” Jarrod responded. “It’s not important.”
This caused a seemingly playfully annoyed Hillary to gasp silently with an open mouth not five feet from them. She began to message him again. I saw her send a video with “Dis you?” as the message. She showed me and pressed play. She didn’t even cut the sound. I’d seen the video dozens of times. They’d practically made it for me. Sort of. Jarrod is sitting on a couch. You can see his crotch. Suddenly my wife’s face comes into view and Jarrod’s dick is pulled from his pants. In her sexy black glasses she begins sucking his cock. Jarrod is audibly moaning as she sucks his cock. He pans down her body to sneak in shots of her ass. She stands up and they debate why he’s filming her ass. There is some WEIRD movie they’re watching in the background. For me, it’s like the Zapruder film. My wife making a porno of her sucking an old man’s cock. Its 32 seconds and I’ve watched it over 400 times. Probably.
It’s pretty amazing. The thumbnail makes it look harmless. Like a home video of something completely benign. Jarrod’s sweatpants are on. There is a Budweiser and a mango Natural Light seltzer on the table. And something on the bottom part of the table I can’t make out. Hit ‘play’ and within one second, literally one second my wife has his cock out and in her mouth. I’ve timed it. Lightning fast.
We have debated WHY Jarrod filmed her ass. I said he did that to ‘show her off’ to me. Hillary laughed. She told me he didn’t film that for me at all. “It’s a recruitment video.” She explained. Hillary firmly believes Jarrod shows that video to clients or investors or whatever as if to say, ‘get on board with me and get your dick sucked by hot girls.’ She might be right.
She legit played it with sound on. Jarrod’s clear voice talking and the sound of dick sucking. Then my wife’s voice. The normal din of the bar must have blocked most of it out. But I heard it. Jarrod was watching TV and his wife still clicked on her phone. An oblivious world we live in.
I’m not sure Jarrod was prepared either. He finally picked up his phone clearly annoyed. He stupidly hit play with the phone facing his wife. I’ve never seen a man slam a phone down so hard. My wife laughed. His wife paid no attention. Had she lifted her eyes from her own phone for a mere millisecond she would have seen Jarrod getting his cock sucked. Confirming a growing rumor that Hillary told me Jarrod had mentioned. A rumor that Jarrod was having an affair with a younger woman. That young girl was now less than five feet from his wife.
My wife messaged him, “You’re no fun. Boo. .”
He finally picked the phone up to respond. “STOP!” In all caps. He slammed it down again.
Hillary finally left him alone and we all kind of sat quietly on the phone sipping our drinks. I’d gotten into drinking Hillary’s THIRD bucket with her. Just a mess of alcohol in those things. Hillary eventually couldn’t leave well enough alone. She opened her legs wide, she had her hands on the seat cushion in front of her. Her sort of cameltoe was showing in that bikini, as well as a white fucking stain. My wife picked her phone up and messaged Jarrod. “Can you look between my legs please….just do me a favor.”
Jarrod eventually grabbed his phone and looked at the message. He then almost instinctively glanced at my wife’s crotch in that open legged stance. He seemed confused as he stared. My wife messaged him as he did. “That’s your cum stud.” When he looked at that message a wide grin cut across his face. The pride of a man who’d fucked a young hot girl, and the evidence laid bare. It was shit ass grin and his demeanor changed. He offered us another bucket. Which we accepted.
Jarrod’s wife stood up and walked towards the bathroom. Hillary got up and followed.
She stopped behind Jarrod. There is a hallway that separates the bar, restaurant and other parts of the hotel that leads to the bathroom. When Jarrod’s wife entered the hallway and shut the door, Hillary remarked to Jarrod. “I’m going to go sit in the bathroom and piss out your cum in the stall next to your wife.” She said rubbing his back.
At this moment I was sort of petrified. I was alone with Jarrod, who was fucking my wife. The older man wasn’t intimidating but I wasn’t EXACTLY sure what he thought of me or what he thought of me being well…a willing cuckold.
But there was no awkwardness thanks to the gray haired older man. “That one’s a handful isn’t she.” He shook his head with a wistful smile. “That little wife of yours is like a bad drug habit.” He added. “You know you shouldn’t, but you just can’t stop.” He sighed. “I don’t know if it’s her ass or them tits,” he continued in his slight southern accent. I wasn’t sure where he was from but it wasn’t Florida, I don’t think.
“Both,” I chimed in and we actually both laughed. “She’s pretty too.” I added chuckling.
“Right,” Jarrod nodded. “Got that young face.” He shook his head. “This bitch…she gets under your skin and in your head until you ain’t thinking of nothing but her.” He looked right at me. “Has anyone ever said no to her?” He asked and his phone chimed and buzzed.
“Nope.” I answered in the most honest answer I’d ever given. No guy had EVER said no to my wife. If she wants you….you’re hers. He actually cheers’d me with his beer. The man who fucks my wife toasting her with me.
“She’s gonna shave a decade off my life,” he laughed and showed me his phone.
My wife had messaged him. “Come fuck me while your wife shits. ! She’s taking a dump I swear! !!”
Despite this message, his wife came out of the hallway about thirty seconds later. Jarrod got up and went towards the hall. I saw my wife coming out. As Jarrod passed her my wife literally reached down and grabbed his package and rolled it around. I was shocked and a little scared when Jarrod forcefully grabbed her arm, pulled her into the hallway and shut the door. His wife was back on her phone. Jarrod glanced over to make sure and then he grabbed the back of my wife’s head….and he kissed her. I mean, they were sucking face right behind his wife about twenty feet. I lost them when they moved to the left of the door towards the bathroom doors.
Suddenly, I heard a loud SMACK almost like someone hitting a slab of meat. If you know that sound. I heard a ‘yelp’. It was loud enough to cause several people to look around. Even his wife. With no answer as to what caused the noise, the bar went back to normal.
My wife had a look of shock, awe, and amazement. She grabbed my arm and her bucket. I picked up her phone and purse. She seemed eager to leave. We made our way out of the deck and down the alley of sunbathing chairs outside the long lazy river. “He spanked me.” She finally blurted out. She pushed her ass up and I could see the red welt on it.
“Did it hurt,” I asked nervously. “Should we tell someone?” I didn’t want her to get hurt. We have a safe ‘question and answer’ if these things get out of hand. We always seem to use them when we meet people from sights like these.
She looked like a deer in headlights. “It hurt like hell.” She said. But she was also smiling. “I fucking loved it…I’m so wet right now.”
We’re a weird couple.
My horny wife took me back to our suite, and we were kissing. My wife was putting my hand on her crotch, but his cum was still there. I don’t really play that way. I’m not into other guys cum. I’m not. We made it to the bathroom, and my wife pulled off her bikini bottom and got into the tub. She began massaging her pussy. “You’re such a baby,” she reminded me when I refused to play with her fucked pussy. His cum still leaked from her pussy into the tub. But she was already close, and she dipped fingers into her pussy. “Ohhhhh,” she moaned and I watched her cum on her fingers, causing more cum to come out. My now self-satisfied wife all but writhed in the tub. I didn’t even get in the tub as Jarrod’s cum swirled around her. “You’re such a wimp.” She said and picked up a gob of it from her fingers and licked it off. “It’s just cum…my stuff is on there too.” She then laughed. “You eat cum…and sit in it. You can’t just join me?”
“I don’t eat cum!” I sternly spoke. It’s something I did NOT do. I wasn’t one of those guys who likes the humiliation videos where the wife/girlfriend/ hot girl makes their man eat cum or instructs them to do so. “CE” I believe the videos are called. My wife and I had both now dove into the cuckold realm.
My wife laughed. We’d had this debate before. “You think you’re SO much better than those guys in those films.” She told me flopping over in the water. “You’re not…you’re a CE cuckold just like them.”
I insisted she was wrong. She let out the water and cleaned her vagina the best she could. I got in with her finally, my hard-on was almost tingling from need. She laid her back upon it and we relaxed in the tub. Well, I didn’t relax, as I was hard as a diamond. She was laughing and I asked why. “We landed at like 8AM hon,” she told me. “We been her for four hours and I already got laid,” she added and moved off me and got on her hands and knees facing away, showing me her big ass and her dark pussy lips up close. “You…” she joked. “I don’t know if you’re getting laid.” She then sat down and turned around. This tub is actually a hot-tub and it’s huge. One of the MAIN reasons we got the timeshare at this place. We could LIVE in that tub. She put her legs on the sides of mine, facing me. It is big enough where we can legit both sit up like this facing each other. She grabbed my dick and began rubbing it with her wet hands. “I don’t know if this thing goes in my pussy at all.” She laughed. “I don’t even think I’ll have time to fit you in.” She began stroking me harder now. I leaned back as she teased. “What is our itinerary today?”
“Dinner with [Redneck’s unique name…so redacted] at Raglans.” I added looking up at the ceiling loving the stimulation.
“You’re not even my husband down here are you?” She taunted and grabbed some soap with her left hand. She squeezed some body gel from my travel pack on my cock. She began pumping me HARD then. “You’re just my itinerary boy aren’t you?” She said in a sultry tone. “Just helping me get laid like a good cucked lil bitch.” She had me so close I could feel it. “Say it!” She demanded pumping my prick. The fact that my dick was facing towards my own body and face was lost on me. I was in heaven looking up at the ceiling waiting for that ultimate release.
“I’m just the itinerary boy.” I all but shouted, and my cock exploded. It was a magnitude seven on the orgasm scale, and I was leaning back against the back of the tub. The TV above my head. I felt the cum hit my face and some went over my shoulder. My mouth was open and some inevitably got in splashing down onto my tongue. It was a pretty common occurrence now so I didn’t even flinch anymore. My cuckold orgasms were like fire-hydrants, especially after all I’d already seen. I let myself get lost in the intense orgasm as more shots hit my chest and chin. My wife kept pumping. When I was done I began breathing heavy.
With my dick still in her hand, Hillary pointed a finger on her other hand at my face. “You legit just ate your own shit,” she told me. “You’re not better than the ‘CE’ guys. You do that shit ALL the time. You legit facial yourself and eat your own shit. ALL THE TIME!” She waved her hand to accentuate her point. She then handed me a towel. “Its fine…but you’re a CE loser just like those guys so don’t get it sideways.” She helped me clean and laid on-top of me. “My little cum eater.” She joked. “It’s not THAT bad.” We took a nap in the tub.
I don’t think I’m into CE just to be clear. Some just gets in my mouth.
We got woken up around 4PM by Hillary’s phone. It was someone trying to video-call her. She checked her phone. It was Jarrod. She messaged him back. Apparently he wanted to see her. Apparently it was now Hillary’s turn to be reluctant. Then we heard a knock. My wife grabbed a robe and told me to stay in the bathroom. I was worried, but she said she’ll be fine.
I heard them talking but not much could be heard. I kept the water on, and the TV in the bathroom was on. To be honest, I’m still to this day EMBARASSED about being in the room with Jarrod, Bill or anyone so I still to this day hide. I mean, with Bill I see them just doing shit in front of me now, like she’ll just BLOW Bill while watching a movie on the couch. Literally blow him with her eyes on the movie and me on the other couch or loveseat. I wasn’t there with Jarrod. I am now…but we have to get there first.
I heard nothing and then that SMACK. That sound like hitting meat again. I heard it again and heard my wife whine and yelp. “Ahhhhh,” sort of shouting from the other room. More of that SMACKING sound. But no more yelps. It went on for about two minutes. Then it was over. I waited and heard the door close. And my wife made her way back to the bathroom. She was scratching her head in abject confusion that same look of awe and wonder on her face. “He kind of just spanked the shit out of me on the couch.” My wife moved the robe and I could see her tan lines wear her darker ass met the area of whiter ass she covered with her bikini. It was red all over, with hand prints no less. “He brought me to the couch and started spanking me and telling me I was a ‘BAD BAD GIRL…and that I needed punishment and shit’.”
“What did you do?” I asked concerned.
She laughed. “I kinda said ‘sorry daddy’ and uh…sucked his cock while he spanked me.” She told me she was on all fours on the couch, and he was sitting there spanking her ass. She knew what he wanted. So she gave it to him. As he spanked her bottom, she fished out his cock (she can do it LIGHTENING fast…trust me) and sucked his cock. “I was actually cumming from getting spanked.” She told me. “I guess I’m fucking nuts,” she laughed, and took the robe off. She joined me again, and was a little raw down there so she kept saying “ouch”.
My wife laid on my chest and burped. Not once but twice. Indigestion from the elder man’s cum no less. “This is too much,” she admitted, and I was thinking the same thing. We hadn’t been there a day. Jarrod wasn’t factoring in until later, if that. He just happened to be there with his ****** since he’s an owner himself. He’s there all the time really.
We were already kind of overwhelmed. It was day one.
My wife, drifting off to a nap in the tub with me, kissed my cheek. “Having fun my little cum-eater”.
I’m not really a cum-eater. It just happens when she jerks me off after cuckolding me.
But Jarrod was right….this bitch gets under your skin.
Like I said, we’re a weird couple. If you’re keeping score we were there less than six hours and my wife got fucked and sucked a guy’s cock while she got spanked. So apparently she likes being spanked (and uh...choked) and I like hearing about it all and watching her fuck people.
We’re a weird couple.
There’s more but I have to write it out. I didn’t plan on this much. This was supposed to be a Bill and Hill story…ugh.
I know it’s been a long LONG time since I’ve written here. We’ve all been through a lot. A pandemic, a change in politics and culture, but some things never change. Case in point, I’m still a cuckold. Please, please, PLEASE do NOT DM me that you’re ‘sorry’ for me or that you think I’m ‘crazy’. I’m not mad, I’m not upset, and the hot-wife/cuckold lifestyle is something both myself and my wife are into and happy with. My wife likes the attention and sex, and I like that awkward jealous, nervous arousal I get from it all.
My wife is NOT going to leave me. You don’t have to DM me that either. This is PART of our sex-life.
That said Bill, my asshole ***** buddy, is STILL very much nuts about my wife and what’s between her legs. The problem is that he’s TOO intense, gets too *****, and we’re pretty sure he’s trying to get her pregnant (with his mother’s help). Dumbass has been caught by us putting holes in condoms and things of that nature. Little does he know my wife has been on birth control since I wrote the last update.
Bill simply gets too *****, and then no matter who he is with, whatever girlfriend he has, he wants to fuck my wife when he’s *****. Hillary REVELS in that actually. She loves how she’s got him upside down far more than the Upton look alike (yes, Bill’s former girlfriend looked like Kate Upton) or my ex-fiancée (whose quite attractive in her own right). She loves when Bill says no one has ever given him “head” (see a blowjob) like her or fucked him like her.
I don’t blame him.
My wife has a magic vagina. She calls it a ‘unicorn’ between her legs. It’s always wet, swollen and tight. She’s still rather young actually. Pushing thirty. She cums vaginally and NOT from clitoral stimulation. That is not a lie. Finger her for a few minutes and that wet pussy will cum all over you. Stick your cock in that pussy for a few minutes and you’re the one cumming. And from the start she knew how to fuck and ride a cock.
And I’m not even talking about her blowjobs.
Any man who’s ever been with my wife has lost his mind. Right from the beginning of her sex life. She waited a long time to lose her virginity. Many men wanted it. But my wife had her eyes on ONE man. Her ‘hot’ high-school teacher all the girls fantasized about marrying. A man with kids and a wife who was in his thirties. And one thing about my wife…she will not be denied.
When she was eighteen, she graduated from high-school. She had the decency not to fuck with the guy’s job I guess, the whole ‘duty of care’ thing. However, she didn’t wait very long. Literally, in her graduation gown (again she’s eighteen remember) she found herself in the hot teacher’s classroom with her friends taking pictures. Three girls doing selfies with that teacher in his chair. I guess Hillary found herself on his lap during these pictures. While her two friends danced around taking pics and celebrating my wife stayed in his lap. Her big ass RIGHT on his crotch. She said she felt “soooo bad” for him, since she felt his cock literally get hard in her ass crack. Right there in the school. Again, she’s eighteen and no longer his student. She said each time she moved in his lap (which she made sure she did A LOT) he groaned in stimulated pain.
Her friends asked if the ‘hot teacher’ was “coming to the party tonight”.
My future wife, ever the tease, turned from her friends and in a sultry tone and with a seductive face they couldn’t see she asked. “Are you gonna cum?” She squeezed her ass on his bulge and she told me he had this look…as if to say ‘stop…please stop….but don’t.’
But she did stop. She picked up his phone and took a selfie with him, and as her friends talked she casually entered her number in his cell phone and then sent herself a ‘test’ text. She said she uttered, “I don’t think he’s cumming tonight but…maybe later.” She looked back and smiled at the thirty something married teacher who looked utterly lost.
Her friends had no idea then, and they still don’t, but a night later, one day after graduation, Hillary was in the marital bed of the hot teacher. She lost her virginity that night in his house. She said her very first position was ‘reverse’ cowgirl so he could see her tight eighteen year old muscular ass (she played sports) sliding up and down on his cock.
I asked what he did with his wife and kids, and my wife shrugged. “He sent them away so he could fuck me.”
And not only that, but that teacher LOST his mind. I’ve seen the texts. He was ready to leave his wife and kids and date her. I asked what she thought of that, and my wife told me, “I was eighteen and wanted to get laid…this guy LOST it.”
I’ve read the texts, the poor guy talks about how it was the best sex of his life and he wasn’t sure sex could feel that way. Hillary did sleep with him a few more times. But she had plans. She was going to join the military.
A week after meeting her recruiter, she was screwing him in his marital bed. THAT guy actually DID leave his wife for Hillary, but their relationship didn’t last.
Hillary moved on to her older neighbor who left HIS girlfriend. LOST his mind
Then a nineteen year old Hillary found a thirty something year old with a decent job and good house and well….that’s ME. I never planned on much with her, but when we had sex…I…uh…lost my mind.
She has that effect. So I don’t blame Bill. Everyone she fucks LOSES it.
And that brings me to my next point, we have TRIED to get Bill out of our lives, at least when it comes to sex. We have tried to use other people. We have. If you recall we have two people in Florida. A young punk and an older sort of rich guy.
We like Florida because it’s far enough away, and we like Orlando because of the resorts and parks. We go usually sometime between September and November and then sometime between January and March for a week and stay at the same resort.
Both of those guys were obsessed with my wife since October of 2019. We’ve been down there four times since…yes FOUR times.
I’m going to talk about our trip back down in October of 2020, however, two things. First, COVID ruined a LOT of the fun. Masked up cuckolding sucks and I’m not going to go into it too much. Yes, social distancing, and yes limited capacity and some places were closed, and some didn’t allow drinking indoors and some places made it so you HAD to buy food. It was all nuts.
So, I think I last updated in April of 20202, when the Pandemic was nuts. Nothing was open for months. This gave Bill the PERFECT time to fuck my wife when he wanted. That meant he had to make a trip to OUR city or we’d have to be in my hometown. A long commute (several hours) but Bill was MORE than eager.
When we found out about him getting too pushy and wanting more and more, and sort of losing his mind, we sort of tried to distance ourselves, but we both very much liked the lifestyle. My wife liked to be ‘hot-wifed’ and I liked to be cuckolded. So since we’d sort of become addicted, but our main “bull” so to speak was more addicted to my wife’s pussy than crack, we too were losing our minds for an alternative.
Finally, yes, FINALLY, that opportunity presented itself in the elderly man named Jarrod. He was in his mid-fifties (we think 53 at the time) who Hillary sucked off while I was at the lazy river at our resort in 2019, the year prior. Like I’ve said, he’s something of a sugar-daddy to Hillary.
It started with pics of her ass, and then her tits. They communicated via KIK of all things and snapchat, and secretly Facebook. My wife LOVES that this married man is obsessed with her. She admittedly likes older men (daddy issues?). He has gray hair and is sort of handsome I guess. What I could glean from their messages was that the older man was smitten with the “twenty three year old hellcat that seduced him and sucked his cock like a hellcat.”
He calls Hillary his ‘hellcat’. She was NOT twenty three then, but certainly looked it. At that point she was twenty-seven going on twenty-eight. “I may have lied about my age,” Hillary told me laughing. Somewhere along the line Jarrod started paying for her phone and some of her shoes and clothes (dresses and heels that she’d model for him).
Yes, my wife had an online boyfriend, unless you thought of it as a sort of personal ‘cam-girl’ deal. They would masturbate together during periods I was away or we had to quarantine away. I legit walked in on her in the larger tub we have forgetting to lock the door, she had her legs on the sides of the tub and one hand on her pussy, in her other hand was her cellphone. The older man was literally stroking his prick.
My wife saw me standing, gawking and staring. “GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!” She shouted. She can be mean. Make no mistake. It’s kind of hot.
He was BEGGING to meet her all that summer, but COVID, the climate of the culture and every little thing seemed to get in the way. He offered a trip for her fully paid to Disney. NOT for me. He still wasn’t sure how I fit into this. I’m not sure that guy understands cuckolding, but Hillary tried to explain. He told her that I must be nuts to share such a hot young ‘philly’.
So a business trip for Jarrod to Washington DC in September of 2020 presented an opportunity. He offered to pay for her train ride (first class) to stay for a few nights and days. We were apprehensive but were planning on going to Disney once again in October. We agreed this would be a trial run. Hotels in DC had recently reopened. Bars were in a weird space and we’d manage that when we went.
Here is the thing, the fucking guy, this rich fucking guy sent my wife a CREDIT CARD. He set up a fake business for her. HCH consulting LLC. Aka….Hellcat Hillary. He did it as a tax-right off for his business. Hillary was on his books as a ‘stress management consultant.’ No shit. She didn’t have to worry about anything (and nothing has happened since she got that card).
Here is the thing. We VETTED Jarrod through social media. A ****** man, a business man, well off, rich, but apparently normal. So please DO NOT DM me about fucking my wife, because we will VET every post you ever put online. We have done this thing on these sites before where we invited people and it’s always an incel wackjob or stalker claiming to be a Bull. You’re not a Bull if you don’t have sex people.
Jarrod seemed clean. So we got COVID tests, and she shared hers with him and vice versa. We boarded a train nervously for the first time. Both of us in masks. My wife and her pretty young face sadly covered by a mask. Her ass covered by shiny black yoga pants and her tits in a tight black yoga top. On the train she pulled the top over her cleavage, but she said she’d pull the ‘girls’ out when she got to the hotel room.
Here is the thing, we were going on two separate trips in reality. I was not going with Hillary. Jarrod at this point knew my stance, but did not invite me, and Hillary WOULD not use that card for me. She sat in first/business class by herself because she bought two seats (Jarrod insisted). I sat WAY in the back on the train with some fat smelly guy around me. Two masks by the way.
We couldn’t even sit in the lounge area for drinks because it was closed. I got some drinks. Hillary GOT wrecked on her (probably illegal) corporate card. This was all part of her plan.
I was just back up. I was staying at the Hilton near the National Mall. Hillary was going to the Mandarin Oriental, a five star hotel to stay with Jarrod on his business trip. I recall getting texts on the train from Hillary.
“You know you’re not getting laid right? For like a week?” She added with laughing emojis. She said “I’m Jarrod’s until Sunday dude.” She added. “You’re my bestie back-up if shit goes south. LOL!” Which is what I was. I was to be at the hotel within ‘running distance’ if things got weird with…well…a stranger who was trying to fuck my wife.
Hillary had NO plans to even meet with me from Tuesday night until Sunday morning. And right from the moment I got on the train, that arrangement started. I had to get on several trains to make it to my hotel. I couldn’t afford a hotel, a train and cabs. Hillary, on the other hand fucking CHARGED a cab (or Uber maybe?) on the card.
I wasn’t going to see her for about two days. We texted, yes.
I’m going to try and tell a narrative from HER point of view. Sort of. She told me EXACTLY what happened.
While I was in the back with a guy who microwaved his fish somewhere, she was up in business class (or maybe down…I don’t know). She was nervous about everything and trying to get wasted to get past that feeling of the unknown. So she drank White Claws and shots of Vodka. She bought a sandwich and some chips to eat. When we got off, she texted me to ‘wish her luck’ and got into a taxi (or maybe and Uber).
She was messaging Jarrod that they needed to ‘fuck’ to break the ice. Just ‘get it out of the way’. Hillary got to the hotel, and made her way to the pretty ornate elevators. She said the hotel was definitely five-star. She felt out of place with people in suits (and masks…ugh….distancing…remember).
She said she got in the elevator and pulled up her black yoga pants to make her ass ‘pop’ and then pulled her top down so her cleavage was just right. She adjusted her make-up after taking the mask off and made her way to the room. She was *****, real *****. She knocked on the right room and Jarrod answered wearing a nice shirt and slacks, and Hillary said he looked handsome. She just hugged him after a quick ‘hello’ and then the pair began to make-out. He pulled her inside and the two were going at it. He pulled her top down and sucked on her tits, remarking how he’d ‘dreamed’ about all this. She lead him to the couch in the living room (the suite was HUGE) and sat him down.
My wife pulled off her older lovers slacks, pulled them down with his pants and grab his dick while she kissed him. He had shaved, which surprised her. She kind of liked the gray and white pubes. My wife said she turned away from him, pulled her yoga pants and panties down, and gave him a view of her ass and pussy. She brought his hand up to her pussy to show how hot and wet it was. She then did what she does to everyman, and grabbed his cock, and sat on his dick facing away, so he could see her big ass sliding up and down.
When I asked how long it lasted, she laughed and said “Maybe two minutes,” she remarked. “Great sex doesn’t last long.” The old fuck apparently pulled her head back and turned to kiss her as she rode him. She moaned and he groaned and she felt him cum inside her. No mistaking that hot sensation of cum fulling you, she says.
Jarrod must have been embarrassed or nervous because he asked, “Did you cum?”
My wife held up two fingers. “Twice. All over your dick.” She smiled.
Ice…officially….broken.
She swears she left her rolling luggage bag in the hallway outside the room. They were fucking that quickly. Hillary went piss, came back and they chatted with no awkwardness. He got them an amazing and EXPENSIVE top floor suite facing the water. No deck, he apologized. But they had a living room, a huge bedroom and a huge bathroom with a big tub and walk-in shower with a TV in the bathroom. Huge bed, huge TVS in every room, a full wet bar. He’d ordered expensive wine (well, she doesn’t know but the guy usually splurges).
They got wasted even more and Hillary sort of passed out in the tub. She thinks that was for the best as he came a pretty good amount. He was already saying it was the ‘best sex’ of his life.
Hillary woke up with a headache when the sun came up. She was in panties and nothing else. My wife reached over and being a good little slut, she grabbed his dick and got under the covers and sucked him awake. Without even a word, she got on top and again went reverse cowgirl to allow him a view of her ass. Hillary said Jarrod kept saying “you’re so amazing…so amazing.” She didn’t let him cum.
They showered together, since Jarrod had a big meeting that day. She washed him and jerked his cock. They kissed and he soaped up her tits and her thighs and ass. She helped him get into his suit, even helping in the mirror with a tie and cuff-links. He was complaining about his boner, and how he’d never concentrate.
Right before he left, she got on her knees, in a white robe, with her tits showing, opened his suit pants and pulled his dick out. She said she made eye-contact and then sucked his cock slowly. She said he didn’t last long and was whining almost. She tells me she can’t keep her eyes open for some reason when a guy cums and hasn’t met a girl who could. So she closed her eyes and began sucking/eating/swallowing/slurping or whatever you want to call it, moaning as she did. When he was done, she pulled off, opened her eyes and said, “That’s how you start a day with a smile.”
He told her no matter what, he was relaxed and everything was going to be ‘down-hill’ from there.
She told me this days later by the way. I didn’t see her until Friday. Apparently she got bored during the days. I met her at the National Hall or whatever, the museums had staggered openings and space at that point (not all). The monuments were open. We walked around (drinking out of cups secretly and getting *****) and she explained they had sex in the mornings and at night. Mainly staying in the room and getting room service. Occasionally going for late walks. She couldn’t leave the hotel room until ten. She went to the gym and the pool, and the Spa he got her massages. But she had to be back in the room by four.
I thought, with such a strong will as she has she’d be pissed. But she wasn’t. When I asked if she was mad, she laughed. “I’m his sexy young side-piece….obviously he’s hiding me….we’re having an affair.” Hillary LOVED it. She was ecstatic about being his slutty little mistress. She even was Facebook stalking his wife and commenting how ‘ugly’ she was. It was clear, once again, she had feelings despite saying it was all fun. I guess it’s hard not to when you have sex with someone.
We had some lunch and Hillary invited me up to see the suite. We made our way to the hotel and Hillary stopped me before putting the key card to the door. “You’re not getting laid dude,” my wife told me. “Get that shit out of your head.” She then fist bumped me and called me her ‘bestie’.
Jarrod was in his final meeting. Hillary was REALLY REALLY giddy, since Jarrod’s other co-workers/employees were all pretty much leaving. That meant that for the first time, Jarrod was going to take Hillary out to dinner. So she was going to take a shower and do her hair and makeup. I recall going up and being really impressed. What struck me more was the clothes in the corner of the bedroom. I got so nervous and jealous seeing her panties and yoga pants on top of his slacks and mixed in with his own workout clothes. She admitted she did two workouts, one when he was at work, and the other when he got back. She did her cardio in the day and upper body. Jarrod really enjoyed her nightly ‘squat workouts’ and liked to view her from behind. If someone he knew came in, they’d act like they didn’t know each other.
Jarrod apparently told Hillary that some of his coworkers, ahem…all men, were commenting about the young girl who did squats in the black yoga pants in the gym. If they were loyal and close to Jarrod he let them in on a secret…he was fucking that girl. Hillary helped by providing a little proof during the days, of pics of her ass and cleavage. Jarrod PROMISED he didn’t show nudes. Yeah, right. And sure enough this added to Jarrod’s popularity.
I sat drinking from the mini-bar, which Hillary said was fine. She took a shower, and came out. She had a towel and a robe on and was straightening her hair. She wouldn’t even let me see her naked. I was so hard then it hurt. My eyes kept wandering to her panties in that pile.
My wife sighed, annoyed and said. “Just take them dude.” She remarked. “Just do it already. Sniff em…fuck em…just don’t kill my vibe.” She sighed again and sat down on the bed. I watched her straighten her hair, thicken her eye-brows, put on makeup and lipstick, and then she went into the bathroom. She came out in her black mini-dress with the frilly top that covered her cleavage (not really). She then put on her wedge heels and stood in front of me. “How do I look?”
She looked stunning and I told her so.
She then grabbed her used workout panties handed them to me and pulled on my arm. She all but threw me out. “Later dude…have fun with those.” She called to me and pushed me into the hall. Then she was gone and I wouldn’t see her until she came home Sunday, on a different train then me.
If you think she’s being a bitch, well, she is, but on purpose. She’s torturing me. Teasing me by showing me how she did herself up for her lover. Basically saying “I look hot, but I’m not for you…too hot for you.” Which I love.
She shared pics that night of her in that black dress, Jarrod was smart enough NOT to be in them. He took her to a nice rooftop bar somewhere. I masturbated constantly that night. For the next two nights she wasn’t Jarrod’s secret shame, she was his trophy. I’d see plenty of pics of them walking the National Mall (some with him).
When she got home she told me everything, and about how that night in the dress ended with passionate sex on that couch again. Then the next night they sat in the tub all night. In the last morning they had sex again. Hillary said they kissed and kissed goodbye not wanting it to end. She was sticking it to me then.
That Sunday I fucked my wife hard and intensely. Passionately and aggressively. She loved it.
From that day forward, my wife got her car paid, phone paid and clothing allowance from Jarrod. Still to this day. Hell-Cat Hillary’s Stress Management Consulting firm is paid well.
So Orlando in October of 2020 was a go. Even if it wasn’t going to be the same. Horror Night was cancelled. Masks or not? We still were confused. You could take them off when you sat as if that stopped COVID.
Honestly, Jarrod was pissed. His ****** was going to the resort as well. He wasn’t going to get to see her. But Hillary promised she’d ‘make time’.
We got down there, and I’m not going through the COVID nonsense, but we GOT down there mid-October. We requested the SAME suite. We luckily got the same one.
Here is the thing, Jarrod is an owner at this resort. Further, he was sort of pissed that we were coming down when he was with his ****** there. It wasn’t intended. It wasn’t. We had this planned WAY in advance and actually had to cancel and change due to COVID.
We got down there and it was definitely unique. Sort of a ghost town and a lot of restrictions, but luckily our favorite bar was open with limited capacity and you couldn’t wait at the bar. You could sit and stand, to be honest, as no one seemed to be observing rules the rest of the country observed.
The first day we got there we went to the pool. Hillary was texting (messaging really) Jarrod our status and he was insisting she NOT come. She had a plan. We were going to park our car at the front end and leave it ready to go (our suite was a mile away from the pool area). Jarrod still insisted we NOT come. His kids were there, and they were with friends. His wife was there as well.
We went anyways, and it was like 11AM. Hillary and I were already kind of ***** off VERY expensive drinks we bought AT the resort. A big no no. She was on a mission. We made our way to the bar, Hillary in her black wrap around bikini and her wedge heels, hair all fixed up, full makeup, the whole works. And all we were doing was ‘lounging’. Yet, we made a b-line to the bar and who was sitting there, Jarrod and his wife.
The moment she saw him was awkward. Jarrod acknowledged ME of all people and said he recalled me from the previous year. He shook my hand and re-introduced me to his wife, “You remember,” he stopped not knowing my name. He should by now. I told him and he continued, “yeah and his lovely wife Hillary.” He still had the calmness I recalled. He sure as SHIT recalled Hillary’s name and that was not lost on his wife who crossed her arms and stared daggers as Hillary hugged Jarrod and then her after Jarrod shook my hand.
“Told you we’d be back,” I said trying to smooth it over. I was ***** and nervous, but we sat on the other end of the bar to distance and talk somewhat. Jarrod spoke with me, asking about my job and life and I reciprocated. While he talked, his eyes wandered to my wife’s ample cleavage (I have a pic in my profile to show you that bikini). I ordered her a bucket which contains a fuckton of alcohol, and then ordered a beer.
Jarrod asked how my wife was and what she does. “You used to be a nurse right?”
Hillary had NEVER told him this last year an obvious mistake. “I actually do stress management consulting,” Hillary took a shot at him and sipped her drink. I swear he almost swallowed the bottle.
“What does that entail,” his wife chuckled in disbelief.
Hillary shrugged. “Its difficult to explain but it pays well.” The tension between Jarrod’s wife and my wife was palpable. I mean, Jarrod, for all his ‘don’t come’ nonsense couldn’t stop staring at my wife. Hillary sipped her drink and looked at her phone quietly, while Jarrod and I caught up on work, COVID, the weather, sports and whatever else.
When my wife got up to use the bathroom, Jarrod stupidly followed her ass with his eyes. It didn’t help my wife had her wedges on. Made her ass ‘pop’. She always said a girl who wears heels and a bikini is looking to get fucked. His wife grumbled, “Are you serious that girl is HALF your age Jarrod.” She seemed annoyed. She seemed *****.
My wife remarked, “I’m going to lay out by the pool.” She stood up and all but SAUNTERED out the open bar area waving her ass on purpose. Jarrod’s eyes kept following. Five minutes later, he broke off his conversation with me and excused himself.
“I’m going to find the kids,” he chimed.
His wife rolled her eyes and sipped her mixed drink. “I’ll bet you are.”
Jarrod at LEAST went the opposite direction of my wife. I’ll give him that credit.
That was part of the plan. I was part of the plan. I knew my part. Distraction. Which I did and offered his wife a drink. I was repeatedly told by Hillary that she is NOT into swinging and I will NOT get laid. So just do my part.
She accepted but we didn’t really chat. After ten minutes she remarked. “You know he’s probably found a spot to stare at your wife’s ass don’t you?” She then went into a diatribe about how he thinks he’s thirty and can score with young chicks. “I kid of course, I trust him”. But she continued her rant about how he’s always flirting with some young girl. “It’s harmless,” she said but annoying. “A young girl like your wife wouldn’t give my husband the time of day without his money.” She laughed.
Well, she was giving him WAY more than the time of day and he was sort of staring at her ass…sort of.
I would hear how the plan was executed perfectly. A reluctant Jarrod met my waiting wife at the car. He got in and drove it, the keys were in the car. He was complaining about her coming down there and ‘ruining everything’ and shit like that.
My wife grabbed his chin, told him to ‘shut up’ and kissed him. She said he sure as shit stopped complaining when she put her hand on his crotch. He just groaned. They drove kissing and driving sloppily around the corner to our suite.
They made it inside, and right in the front hall, Jarrod showed my wife some dominance and anger when he bent her over, smacked her ass, and pulled down her bikini bottoms. My wife LOVES that. She said he kept spanking her calling her a ‘bad little slut’ and she was pretty much cumming before he even entered her. From the spanking alone. My wife cums VERY easily. I told you. She said when he slid it in her she held on to the wall and just screamed “OH GOD! OH GOD! OH FUCK!” She claims she shouted. “FUCK YOUR NAUGHTY SLUT!” Again, as she says great sex doesn’t last long. She came all over his dick and was dripping down her leg, and then he came inside her.
When they were done, Jarrod returned to being sort of angry. The car ride back was telling her not to fuck with his ******. Hillary insisted it wasn’t intentional and we had planned this WAY in advance. I guess Jarrod said she was ‘pissing him off’.
“You looked REAL pissed a minute ago,” she laughed. My wife, ever the trouble maker remarked. “What if you got me pregnant?” She turned to him as he drove back. “Wouldn’t that be crazy?”
Jarrod slammed the breaks. “You better be on fucking BIRTH control.”
Hillary insisted she was. When they got back to the bar and pool area she got out and walked away stating, “do you have to take birth control like…everyday….I mean…like EVERYDAY! Cause I don’t like do that.”
She left him utterly floored. She was fucking with him, and I would watch her message him all day telling him she was fucking with him.
Either way, Jarrod made it back to the bar in about fifteen minutes give or take. Not even twenty minutes had passed. He bought me a round. If he had just been upset (according to my wife later) he didn’t seem it to me. He seemed on cloud nine. Even hugged and kissed his own wife.
“Did you find the kids?” His wife asked.
Jarrod shrugged and shook his head but his wife wasn’t buying it. She stated, “Did you even look?” He nodded. “I’ll bet you did.” She grumbled, “Probably followed his wife and ogled her butt is what you did.” His wife remarked looking at her phone. “I doubt you’d find them up that young girl’s ass Jarrod.”
My wife came back five minutes after on her phone. Jarrod offered her another ‘bucket’, and she acted like an oblivious twit. She texted me to ‘look between her legs’ as she sat on the stool. I did and was shocked to see white fucking sticky substance oozing through. Jarrod’s cum. Her legs were wide open and pointed at Jarrod’s wife, and the stain was growing. Hillary loved it.
I watched her message Jarrod. She had made a plan to fuck with him hard while his wife was right there. She showed me as she messaged him privately on Facebook. To be honest, they were sloppy on hiding their contacts. They were friends on Facebook, and Jarrod followed her on Instagram. Further, she had him on Snapchat as a friend. Maybe it’s his wife who is oblivious.
“I want to suck your cock at the bar !! ” She messaged.
Jarrod’s wife was now into her own phone. His phone buzzed almost immediately after Hillary typed. He picked it up and read his phone. I could see the visible stress on his face. Jarrod had a problem with Hillary’s openness. In DC, she got ***** when they went to the dinner and put her hand down his pants. I saw the messaging battle they had when she returned from DC.
I saw her message after he told her she needed to calm down. She wrote him, “So sorry you’re twenty seven year old loves your cock so much that she wants to play with it all the time. Tough life you got
Hillary had a way of sticking it to every guy, from me and Bill, and now to Jarrod.
She kept messaging and showing me. “Does your wife even know the girl you’re fucking is like 5 feet from her.”
Jarrod was audibly sighing in annoyance as he had to pick up the phone with each message. It buzzed on the table in front of him. She messaged him a bunch about sucking his dick with her right there. His phone buzzed as she typed. His wife sipped her drink and asked who was texting him. “No one.” Jarrod responded. “It’s not important.”
This caused a seemingly playfully annoyed Hillary to gasp silently with an open mouth not five feet from them. She began to message him again. I saw her send a video with “Dis you?” as the message. She showed me and pressed play. She didn’t even cut the sound. I’d seen the video dozens of times. They’d practically made it for me. Sort of. Jarrod is sitting on a couch. You can see his crotch. Suddenly my wife’s face comes into view and Jarrod’s dick is pulled from his pants. In her sexy black glasses she begins sucking his cock. Jarrod is audibly moaning as she sucks his cock. He pans down her body to sneak in shots of her ass. She stands up and they debate why he’s filming her ass. There is some WEIRD movie they’re watching in the background. For me, it’s like the Zapruder film. My wife making a porno of her sucking an old man’s cock. Its 32 seconds and I’ve watched it over 400 times. Probably.
It’s pretty amazing. The thumbnail makes it look harmless. Like a home video of something completely benign. Jarrod’s sweatpants are on. There is a Budweiser and a mango Natural Light seltzer on the table. And something on the bottom part of the table I can’t make out. Hit ‘play’ and within one second, literally one second my wife has his cock out and in her mouth. I’ve timed it. Lightning fast.
We have debated WHY Jarrod filmed her ass. I said he did that to ‘show her off’ to me. Hillary laughed. She told me he didn’t film that for me at all. “It’s a recruitment video.” She explained. Hillary firmly believes Jarrod shows that video to clients or investors or whatever as if to say, ‘get on board with me and get your dick sucked by hot girls.’ She might be right.
She legit played it with sound on. Jarrod’s clear voice talking and the sound of dick sucking. Then my wife’s voice. The normal din of the bar must have blocked most of it out. But I heard it. Jarrod was watching TV and his wife still clicked on her phone. An oblivious world we live in.
I’m not sure Jarrod was prepared either. He finally picked up his phone clearly annoyed. He stupidly hit play with the phone facing his wife. I’ve never seen a man slam a phone down so hard. My wife laughed. His wife paid no attention. Had she lifted her eyes from her own phone for a mere millisecond she would have seen Jarrod getting his cock sucked. Confirming a growing rumor that Hillary told me Jarrod had mentioned. A rumor that Jarrod was having an affair with a younger woman. That young girl was now less than five feet from his wife.
My wife messaged him, “You’re no fun. Boo. .”
He finally picked the phone up to respond. “STOP!” In all caps. He slammed it down again.
Hillary finally left him alone and we all kind of sat quietly on the phone sipping our drinks. I’d gotten into drinking Hillary’s THIRD bucket with her. Just a mess of alcohol in those things. Hillary eventually couldn’t leave well enough alone. She opened her legs wide, she had her hands on the seat cushion in front of her. Her sort of cameltoe was showing in that bikini, as well as a white fucking stain. My wife picked her phone up and messaged Jarrod. “Can you look between my legs please….just do me a favor.”
Jarrod eventually grabbed his phone and looked at the message. He then almost instinctively glanced at my wife’s crotch in that open legged stance. He seemed confused as he stared. My wife messaged him as he did. “That’s your cum stud.” When he looked at that message a wide grin cut across his face. The pride of a man who’d fucked a young hot girl, and the evidence laid bare. It was shit ass grin and his demeanor changed. He offered us another bucket. Which we accepted.
Jarrod’s wife stood up and walked towards the bathroom. Hillary got up and followed.
She stopped behind Jarrod. There is a hallway that separates the bar, restaurant and other parts of the hotel that leads to the bathroom. When Jarrod’s wife entered the hallway and shut the door, Hillary remarked to Jarrod. “I’m going to go sit in the bathroom and piss out your cum in the stall next to your wife.” She said rubbing his back.
At this moment I was sort of petrified. I was alone with Jarrod, who was fucking my wife. The older man wasn’t intimidating but I wasn’t EXACTLY sure what he thought of me or what he thought of me being well…a willing cuckold.
But there was no awkwardness thanks to the gray haired older man. “That one’s a handful isn’t she.” He shook his head with a wistful smile. “That little wife of yours is like a bad drug habit.” He added. “You know you shouldn’t, but you just can’t stop.” He sighed. “I don’t know if it’s her ass or them tits,” he continued in his slight southern accent. I wasn’t sure where he was from but it wasn’t Florida, I don’t think.
“Both,” I chimed in and we actually both laughed. “She’s pretty too.” I added chuckling.
“Right,” Jarrod nodded. “Got that young face.” He shook his head. “This bitch…she gets under your skin and in your head until you ain’t thinking of nothing but her.” He looked right at me. “Has anyone ever said no to her?” He asked and his phone chimed and buzzed.
“Nope.” I answered in the most honest answer I’d ever given. No guy had EVER said no to my wife. If she wants you….you’re hers. He actually cheers’d me with his beer. The man who fucks my wife toasting her with me.
“She’s gonna shave a decade off my life,” he laughed and showed me his phone.
My wife had messaged him. “Come fuck me while your wife shits. ! She’s taking a dump I swear! !!”
Despite this message, his wife came out of the hallway about thirty seconds later. Jarrod got up and went towards the hall. I saw my wife coming out. As Jarrod passed her my wife literally reached down and grabbed his package and rolled it around. I was shocked and a little scared when Jarrod forcefully grabbed her arm, pulled her into the hallway and shut the door. His wife was back on her phone. Jarrod glanced over to make sure and then he grabbed the back of my wife’s head….and he kissed her. I mean, they were sucking face right behind his wife about twenty feet. I lost them when they moved to the left of the door towards the bathroom doors.
Suddenly, I heard a loud SMACK almost like someone hitting a slab of meat. If you know that sound. I heard a ‘yelp’. It was loud enough to cause several people to look around. Even his wife. With no answer as to what caused the noise, the bar went back to normal.
My wife had a look of shock, awe, and amazement. She grabbed my arm and her bucket. I picked up her phone and purse. She seemed eager to leave. We made our way out of the deck and down the alley of sunbathing chairs outside the long lazy river. “He spanked me.” She finally blurted out. She pushed her ass up and I could see the red welt on it.
“Did it hurt,” I asked nervously. “Should we tell someone?” I didn’t want her to get hurt. We have a safe ‘question and answer’ if these things get out of hand. We always seem to use them when we meet people from sights like these.
She looked like a deer in headlights. “It hurt like hell.” She said. But she was also smiling. “I fucking loved it…I’m so wet right now.”
We’re a weird couple.
My horny wife took me back to our suite, and we were kissing. My wife was putting my hand on her crotch, but his cum was still there. I don’t really play that way. I’m not into other guys cum. I’m not. We made it to the bathroom, and my wife pulled off her bikini bottom and got into the tub. She began massaging her pussy. “You’re such a baby,” she reminded me when I refused to play with her fucked pussy. His cum still leaked from her pussy into the tub. But she was already close, and she dipped fingers into her pussy. “Ohhhhh,” she moaned and I watched her cum on her fingers, causing more cum to come out. My now self-satisfied wife all but writhed in the tub. I didn’t even get in the tub as Jarrod’s cum swirled around her. “You’re such a wimp.” She said and picked up a gob of it from her fingers and licked it off. “It’s just cum…my stuff is on there too.” She then laughed. “You eat cum…and sit in it. You can’t just join me?”
“I don’t eat cum!” I sternly spoke. It’s something I did NOT do. I wasn’t one of those guys who likes the humiliation videos where the wife/girlfriend/ hot girl makes their man eat cum or instructs them to do so. “CE” I believe the videos are called. My wife and I had both now dove into the cuckold realm.
My wife laughed. We’d had this debate before. “You think you’re SO much better than those guys in those films.” She told me flopping over in the water. “You’re not…you’re a CE cuckold just like them.”
I insisted she was wrong. She let out the water and cleaned her vagina the best she could. I got in with her finally, my hard-on was almost tingling from need. She laid her back upon it and we relaxed in the tub. Well, I didn’t relax, as I was hard as a diamond. She was laughing and I asked why. “We landed at like 8AM hon,” she told me. “We been her for four hours and I already got laid,” she added and moved off me and got on her hands and knees facing away, showing me her big ass and her dark pussy lips up close. “You…” she joked. “I don’t know if you’re getting laid.” She then sat down and turned around. This tub is actually a hot-tub and it’s huge. One of the MAIN reasons we got the timeshare at this place. We could LIVE in that tub. She put her legs on the sides of mine, facing me. It is big enough where we can legit both sit up like this facing each other. She grabbed my dick and began rubbing it with her wet hands. “I don’t know if this thing goes in my pussy at all.” She laughed. “I don’t even think I’ll have time to fit you in.” She began stroking me harder now. I leaned back as she teased. “What is our itinerary today?”
“Dinner with [Redneck’s unique name…so redacted] at Raglans.” I added looking up at the ceiling loving the stimulation.
“You’re not even my husband down here are you?” She taunted and grabbed some soap with her left hand. She squeezed some body gel from my travel pack on my cock. She began pumping me HARD then. “You’re just my itinerary boy aren’t you?” She said in a sultry tone. “Just helping me get laid like a good cucked lil bitch.” She had me so close I could feel it. “Say it!” She demanded pumping my prick. The fact that my dick was facing towards my own body and face was lost on me. I was in heaven looking up at the ceiling waiting for that ultimate release.
“I’m just the itinerary boy.” I all but shouted, and my cock exploded. It was a magnitude seven on the orgasm scale, and I was leaning back against the back of the tub. The TV above my head. I felt the cum hit my face and some went over my shoulder. My mouth was open and some inevitably got in splashing down onto my tongue. It was a pretty common occurrence now so I didn’t even flinch anymore. My cuckold orgasms were like fire-hydrants, especially after all I’d already seen. I let myself get lost in the intense orgasm as more shots hit my chest and chin. My wife kept pumping. When I was done I began breathing heavy.
With my dick still in her hand, Hillary pointed a finger on her other hand at my face. “You legit just ate your own shit,” she told me. “You’re not better than the ‘CE’ guys. You do that shit ALL the time. You legit facial yourself and eat your own shit. ALL THE TIME!” She waved her hand to accentuate her point. She then handed me a towel. “Its fine…but you’re a CE loser just like those guys so don’t get it sideways.” She helped me clean and laid on-top of me. “My little cum eater.” She joked. “It’s not THAT bad.” We took a nap in the tub.
I don’t think I’m into CE just to be clear. Some just gets in my mouth.
We got woken up around 4PM by Hillary’s phone. It was someone trying to video-call her. She checked her phone. It was Jarrod. She messaged him back. Apparently he wanted to see her. Apparently it was now Hillary’s turn to be reluctant. Then we heard a knock. My wife grabbed a robe and told me to stay in the bathroom. I was worried, but she said she’ll be fine.
I heard them talking but not much could be heard. I kept the water on, and the TV in the bathroom was on. To be honest, I’m still to this day EMBARASSED about being in the room with Jarrod, Bill or anyone so I still to this day hide. I mean, with Bill I see them just doing shit in front of me now, like she’ll just BLOW Bill while watching a movie on the couch. Literally blow him with her eyes on the movie and me on the other couch or loveseat. I wasn’t there with Jarrod. I am now…but we have to get there first.
I heard nothing and then that SMACK. That sound like hitting meat again. I heard it again and heard my wife whine and yelp. “Ahhhhh,” sort of shouting from the other room. More of that SMACKING sound. But no more yelps. It went on for about two minutes. Then it was over. I waited and heard the door close. And my wife made her way back to the bathroom. She was scratching her head in abject confusion that same look of awe and wonder on her face. “He kind of just spanked the shit out of me on the couch.” My wife moved the robe and I could see her tan lines wear her darker ass met the area of whiter ass she covered with her bikini. It was red all over, with hand prints no less. “He brought me to the couch and started spanking me and telling me I was a ‘BAD BAD GIRL…and that I needed punishment and shit’.”
“What did you do?” I asked concerned.
She laughed. “I kinda said ‘sorry daddy’ and uh…sucked his cock while he spanked me.” She told me she was on all fours on the couch, and he was sitting there spanking her ass. She knew what he wanted. So she gave it to him. As he spanked her bottom, she fished out his cock (she can do it LIGHTENING fast…trust me) and sucked his cock. “I was actually cumming from getting spanked.” She told me. “I guess I’m fucking nuts,” she laughed, and took the robe off. She joined me again, and was a little raw down there so she kept saying “ouch”.
My wife laid on my chest and burped. Not once but twice. Indigestion from the elder man’s cum no less. “This is too much,” she admitted, and I was thinking the same thing. We hadn’t been there a day. Jarrod wasn’t factoring in until later, if that. He just happened to be there with his ****** since he’s an owner himself. He’s there all the time really.
We were already kind of overwhelmed. It was day one.
My wife, drifting off to a nap in the tub with me, kissed my cheek. “Having fun my little cum-eater”.
I’m not really a cum-eater. It just happens when she jerks me off after cuckolding me.
But Jarrod was right….this bitch gets under your skin.
Like I said, we’re a weird couple. If you’re keeping score we were there less than six hours and my wife got fucked and sucked a guy’s cock while she got spanked. So apparently she likes being spanked (and uh...choked) and I like hearing about it all and watching her fuck people.
We’re a weird couple.
There’s more but I have to write it out. I didn’t plan on this much. This was supposed to be a Bill and Hill story…ugh.
HillBilly Cuckold: Back to Orlando Part 2
I know this has been a while. I wrote this out long ago, and decided to now finish...hopefully.
Where were we. My wife had just fucked around with her older ‘boyfriend’ and sugar-daddy Jarrod. We’re back in Orlando for a two week vacation at our time-share resort.
The reality was though, we weren’t REALLY there for Jarrod. He was just in the right place at the right time. We were there for her other Florida lover…that young bald tattooed punk kid (not really…he was twenty two but I’ll say kid compared to me).
She didn’t want to do “two boyfriends” in one trip. We use that term since its better than ‘suitor’ or ‘lover’ or ‘bull’. That shits kind of dumb to us. This was supposed to be the ‘punk kid’s’ birthday present….my wife.
If you forget, the punk was a guy who shaves his head, sort of really skinny but fit, about my height and has tattoos on his legs and arms. I think I used the term hillbilly or redneck in the other update, but its just a typical Florida guy. We found out in the year since we last visited that the dude was YOUNG. I mean Hillary met him on his twenty-first birthday.
I recall that day well. It was the afternoon, Hillary was in that black floral romper with her wedge heels. It was the year prior almost to the week. Bill was still with us but largely oblivious to the world around him. We were at The Hole in the Wall in the back alley behind Raglans pub at Disney Springs.
Note: This is our watering hole. Hillary loves the Bailey’s Shake with a shot of either rum or vodka. It’s a mix of Ice Cream, Coffee Liqueur and Bailey’s…duh. She’ll drink three in the sun and be wrecked. So if you’re in Disney Springs between September and December before sunset, stop by the back alley bar “Hole in the Wall” between Raglans and Cookes of Dublin. And if you see a loud, confident round assed pretty young girl with big tits in a sexy floral black romper/sundress and wedge heels who looks like she’ll ride you silly….buy her a drink and she just might.
There were two rednecks ogling my wife at the bar. ***** off their asses. My wife was seated away from them and acting like she didn’t notice. When Bill got up to piss, she turned to them, crossed her legs in that romper towards them and gave them a good shot of her legs and cleavage. And despite being Bill’s ‘girlfriend’ she was checking the bald guy out. Looking at him up from her phone. A lot.
He knew it too. I’d learn over a year of Hillary talking to him via Facebook that the day he saw her, he saw the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. He told Hillary he could tell her friends (aka me and Bill) were losers. The thing was, he must have missed PDA between Bill and Hillary. I am pretty sure Bill had an arm LOCKED around her.
If you’re wondering why my hometown former high-school associates and these people DO NOT know I’m married to Hillary (and this redneck does not, but Jarrod does), it’s because I don’t have social media. At all. She does. Not me.
Hillary and this redneck (just a Florida resident…sorry) have continuous conversations about that first meeting. Just like Jarrod, Bill, the ‘hot teacher’ and well…ME, we all have that first time we met my wife story.
In looking at the conversations, which Hillary likes to show me, she admitted to ‘eye-fucking the shit’ out of him that first meeting at Raglans in 2019. He isn’t her type, since he’s rather skinny, but she does like tattoos. Plus he is young, which she doesn’t like.
It was the Punk who told his buddy they needed to go back to Raglans for the next few days, because he was certain that the ‘smokeshow’ would show up again. Sure enough, Hillary, me and Bill went back the next day (I think) around lunch after a park. That’s when she was in her biker shorts and the crop top gray shirt she ties on hot days. When she walked in the young Punk held the gate and they stared at each other. This, I saw up close, even if Bill didn’t. Hillary smiled and whipped her hair back like a school girl on a crush.
And the day after Bill left Orlando in 2019, and Hill and I stayed, I remember Hillary being OBSESSED with going back to Raglans around the same time we saw those ***** guys the previous times. I think we went to Universal the night after Bill left, and she sucked Jarrod’s cock. The next night we went BACK to Raglans, less than forty eight hours after seeing the rednecks.
Hillary put on the SAME romper she wore that first meeting. She did her hair and makeup and seemed on a mission. I told her they probably wouldn’t be there, but my wife insisted on going back, certain that young punk would come back.
“Did you see the way he looked at me,” she told me getting ready. “He wants to fuck me so bad it hurts. I bet he’s been KILLING his dick at night thinking of me.” She said he looked at her like he was starving and she was a piece of steak. “I bet that kid didn’t even fuck that fatty, because,” Hillary pointed to her body in the romper. “After seeing me WHY would he want to.”
You know what? She was one hundred percent correct. First, she knew he was young (again 21). That punk told Hillary that he became obsessed with going back there. He even said he didn’t fuck the fatty, and just got a blowjob imaging my wife between his legs. He was so confident he’d bang my wife, he kept telling his friends he was going to fuck ‘the hot girl in the dress’ on his birthday. Yes, we were there in 2019 when he TURNED 21. How he got into the bar before that is anyone’s guess.
We went to Raglans (in 2019) the day AFTER his birthday. I recall my wife sitting at the end of that small four seat bar, and she made me sit to her left, where there wasn’t really space. An open seat was next to her as she sat on the corner of the bar. The bar cut right to the wall after my wife and I sat on the side perpendicular to my wife. She kept looking at the alley area. She seemed SO nervous, and I guess a cuckoldress has her own weird gut feelings. Hillary was already ***** too. So when we saw those ***** young punks, I don’t think I’d ever seen her so nervous.
Sure as shit, the guy sat RIGHT next to my wife. He admitted to seeing her in the dress and getting a boner and his hopes right the fuck up. She’d done that for him, and he knew it. Before even talking she turned her body language all the way to him, legs crossed towards him, bobbing heels, stolen glances and her entire body turned to him. Her knees pretty close to his.
And he looked at my wife’s ice cream drink. “What’s that?” he asked. And if you're taking notes on scoring with my wife, this is what you do.
“It’s a Bailey’s Shake,” my wife added. “Wanna try?” She asked him and held out the drink with her straw towards him. He didn’t waste a minute sucking on the straw my wife used, which was subtly intimacy between strangers.
“That’s good,” he said and ordered one. “And one more for her,” he added (again….smooth). His buddy insulted him, but my wife defended her new friend. She introduced me, and he introduced his buddy, but neither of us really talked. Hillary and the young Punk began to chat, the usual “where you from” and “What do you do” and so on and so forth. He began taking my wife’s round of drinks. She can only drink so much ice-cream shit. So she did White Claws and tequila shots with him.
I remember getting phased out of the conversation with my wife, and so did his buddy. His fatter buddy was staring at my wife’s thighs and legs in the romper, and so was I. Beta males relegated to gawking while the alpha courted the female. And court they did. My wife laughed at the stupidest jokes. She has this way of morphing into whatever a guy wants; for Jarrod a conniving side-girlfriend, for Bill a confident cuckoldress, for the teacher a seductive student, and for this guy…a ditz.
The guy mentioned something about Ripley’s museum being around here and cheap, weird and fun. “Oh my god I’ve heard of that,” my wife said sipping a drink. “But like, where is it? Like I don’t know this area.” The amount of ‘likes’ was not um…like my wife.
There were sports on and they chatted about Orlando Magic games and my wife remarked, “Oh my god, I don’t know ANYTHING about sports.” Which is weird, because she does. I was kind of getting turned on by this new unique metamorphosis into a ditzy girl.
I have to admit, the ***** fool was smooth (take notes from this guy if you find yourself at Raglan’s and you think you’re talking to my wife), he touched her necklace getting close asking about it, and put his arm on her chair, getting closer. They began whispering and my wife was laughing. Suddenly, he asked her something and waited. She nodded and then he leaned in and kissed her lips. Nothing intense but quick and full. It was highly erotic for me. They continued close talking and he slipped another kiss which she allowed, more tongue.
The drinks flowed. I went piss and came back and my wife and the young punk were sucking face. Raglan’s is NOT that place. We were all pretty banged up at that point. We kind of did a crawl down Disney Springs towards the UBER area. Our new friend was intimately close with my wife now.
And yes, as I said I was sort of the butt of the jokes. How I’d been SUPER friendzoned by this smoking hot girl. We went back to our suite at the resort, all four of us. Hillary was helping them diss me now. She said she wasn’t sure ‘when I’d been laid last” and sometimes she throws me a bone by leaving used panties out.
We all smoked a joint on the deck with the mesh windows to keep the bugs out. Hillary sat in the young punks lap. They kissed and smoked, and Hillary showed the punk Bill’s ‘kissing shotgun’ move. She got up to use the bathroom (I think) and then he got up and followed.
I remember his friend stopping me with his hand when I stood up and shaking his head. “Wait for it!” The fatter punk told me.
Sure as shit, a few minutes later I heard my wife start moaning “OH FUCK! OH MY FUCKING GOD! OH FUCK!” Over and over as the bed creaked loudly.
In that bedroom he pretty much threw my wife on the bed and moved the romper bottoms covering her pussy to the side and slid his cock in. She said he’s HUGE. She was cumming quick and he had the stamina to stop after she came a few times. She then bent over for him, romper still on and he moved the cape piece to the side and fucked her from behind. She was shouting “OH FUCK!” The entire time. She ended up on top next. Finally he had her down, with those wedge heels up by her head, romper STILL on.
She said it felt like they fucked for hours, but it was like ten to fifteen minutes. She came a BUNCH of times and they finished together and kissed. She said she thinks she made noises like a pig when he plunged his whole cock up in her to cum.
I just remember the sounds and then that look on her face when she came out. She had on jeans at that point. She looked….well fucked. That glow, tossed hair and a dazed smile, almost hanging on the young punk. He left after a big kiss.
By the way, he made the claim he was born at 1145PM on his birthday, so he TECHNICALLY banged my wife on his birthday. Within that 24 hour span.
And they had sex a few times that trip.
Now it was 2020 and the world was different. We weren’t sure if going to the parks was something we really wanted to do. But we started at Disney Springs that first night. Why, because it was that young punks birthday. Now, he hadn’t seen my wife in a year. But she promised him pussy on his birthday, and she promised that romper.
So after Jarrod’s ‘attack’ Hillary did her hair (lighter this year than last years dark hair) and makeup, heavy eyebrows, red lips, looking wonderful. She’d fucked Jarrod earlier that day, but the young punk didn’t need to know that. She put on the romper and her wedge heels completing the same look from the year before. Her ‘Diva’ look. Her confidence was evident from the start, and we got ***** at the hotel bar near our suite (not the pool area) and then took a cab to Disney Springs. Hillary and I did another bar crawl, and notice that Florida really didn’t care about COVID. Sorry…it was like the Wild West down there.
She was building confidence drinking in all the looks from men, walking in those heels with her head high.
And if you’re wondering, YES, her ass hurt like hell. But we got wasted. As per usual.
We made our way to Raglans expecting like other places no stools at the bar. Except when we got there, the stools were sort of at the bar, sort of not, kind of like a table AGAINST the bar almost. It was weird. We sat at a table. When I sat next to my wife at the corner, she laughed. “FUCK NO!” She pointed across from her where two seats were. “Hon,” she looked at me. “If you get laid on this trip…consider yourself lucky.” Her stance that I wasn’t getting laid was new. I thought I was having a lot of sex. I liked the teasing though.
She had that same eagerness as she watched the alley checking her phone. I swear, when my wife saw the young punk and two of his friends she got up and sprinted out the little walkway/gate and hugged him. Then, she kissed him, and they were off to the races with the ‘ice broken’ so to speak. And oh man, did they kiss. Long, tongue filled, head moving kissing, with the dude’s hands on her back and then to her firm ass. They must have kissed for several minutes at least. Even his buddies, the fat one from the previous time and a new short guy who had the same vibe as Hillary’s young punk. He came over and sat with her. She handed him his gift bag. Inside was whiskey, a trucker hat ome cigars, and some suggestive lingerie with a bottle of whipped cream. Alcoholic whipped cream.
When the confused young dude asked. “What’s the whipped cream for?”
My wife laughed, as even I was confused. She laughed and said “Your birthday pie!”I was confused. I hadn’t even seen her buys these gifts, other than about $300 worth of cigars (my money) at the Disney cigar place. She held the metal bottle up and shrugged at a bunch of confused guys. “I put this on my shit and you put it on yours.” She could still sense the confusion. My wife, ever the brazen and open sexual woman grabbed the young studs dick. “I’m gonna put this on your dick and suck your cock.” She said and then pointed between her legs. “You’re gonna eat it out of my pussy.”
This made the gang of young punks laugh and cat call. The punk laughed “Told you guys she’s amazing.” He then looked at her, and I was shocked when my wife spoke at the same time. “Bailey’s shake?” They both said and they then laughed.
“FUCK YEAH…let’s go.” My wife said and the two walked over to the standing portion of the bar. You could hang out there and people didn’t bother you. I watched her and him get one of those shakes and two shots. Hillary began asking him questons as if they were old friends. They had been talking via social media for a year I guess. “Are you still dating what’s her name?” She was referring to the girl we saw them with last time. Sort of a meth-head version of Hillary herself, but much much fatter. When the guy nodded, Hillary sighed. “You got to get a better girlfriend.” She shook her head.
The young punk insisted Hillary move down and date him.
My wife shot the idea down. “I don’t have a reason to move down hon.” She then reached for his crotch. “It sucks having a guy with such a nice cock, but he lives too far away.” She kissed him. “I hate being single.” This along with the kissing was intoxicating to me. She openly pronounced that down here, she wasn’t married, wasn’t dating and was just a hot girl looking to get fucked.
It was rather awkward getting to know the two dudes. They asked how I knew her, and I had the canned and planned response. She was a friend I met through another friend, and she dated one of my other friends. We tried talking sports, but these young punks didn’t want to talk with me, maybe sensing I was WAY older. They let me in on the idea that none of their friends believed Hillary existed and only saw pictures. But now, here she was in all her sexpot glory in that same romper.
I heard her remark that she ‘wore it for him so he’d remember her’. As if he’d forget. The two stayed on their own for two rounds and two shots. Then they came back, my wife wrecked and he was *****. They bought another round of shots (he did…again…smooth) and paid their tab. Hillary was introduced to the others FINALLY. But suddenly, the others took off. It was just me, my wife and the punk. I ordered a flight of the beers they had and ordered the punk one. But it was as if my wife and he waited for me to get my drinks.
“I think we’re gonna take off,” my wife said standing up.
The guy paid for my tab, which was nice. The pair then left me. I got my sixty dollar tab paid, and he got my wife.
I got a text moments later. “Sorry hon,” my wife wrote. “It’s his birthday…let the kid enjoy some sex.”
That was it for me. Hillary insisted I relax and have beers at the place where the sun goes down. Then I should go back to resort and hit up those bars. She allowed me to come back at midnight, and I’d have her used yoga pants waiting to smell in the guest bathroom. No tub, but a shower only. Bad jerk off spots, those standing showers.
What you all want to hear is about my wife, I know. She told me. Here it goes.
Her and her young lover went to the sports bar in Disney Springs near the UBER pick up area. They got another drink, another shot and waited for an Uber.
They got back to our room, and the young punk showed some strength when he out my wife up against the wall. He was telling her he loved that outfit, the flowing romper She told him, “I wore it because I know you like to fuck me in it,” she said as they kissed. And that is what the punk did. He put her up against the wall, moved the romper’s crotch area and her wet panties aside and fucked her against the wall. Her legs wrapped around him and she was cumming in a minute. She was apologizing for cumming so much all over his dick as she always does. Apologizing for her pussy sucking on his dick and getting it wet. And my wife is a gusher and a squirter. Her shit was on that floor when I got back. But that was later.
After sex against the wall, he bent her over and fucked her over the loveseat in the living room. She said she was cumming all over the rug and screaming “You’re cock is so big.” Exactly what a young stud wants to hear fucking an older lady.
They made their way to the bed, and he had her legs up by her head, still in the romper.
Here is where fantasies in our head meet reality. Hillary had already cum a few times. This punk wasn’t cumming. They had been fucking over ten minutes with no breaks. So my wife was getting annoyed. She is adamant that you can’t keep poking your shit in her shit for that long. It will start to get raw, especially a big cock like this dudes.
She managed to get him to break, have a smoke and get naked and get the tub ready. My wife, ready to stop sex (remember she’d already been fucked by Jarrod) got on her hands and knees, put on her black glasses and put his dick between her huge tits. She fucked his cock with her tits using her own pussy juice as lubricant staring up at him the whole time. She sucked his tip, and I know that her tit-job/BJ combo will get any man cumming. And it worked like a charm. The guy got a pretty good twenty-second birthday present as he came all over my wife’s tits and her face.
Normally, my wife wants to have a few drinks and relax after sex. Which she had a LOT that day. Her ass hurt, her pussy hurt, her fucking feet hurt. This young punk wanted to go BACK out drinking. So she told him to meet his friends. They could ‘hook-up’ later. She had plans. Which she did not.
She took an hour to herself and then texted me to come back. I was at the bar by the pool. By myself. I went back and Hillary bitched and moaned. “That dude is TOO horny even for me,” she added and shower me her phone. He was texting about “more fun”. His cock was too big, she said, her ass hurt like hell, her pussy was raw. She was done. She said my dick was more fun than his. He kind of just ‘shoves’ it in you, she told me. No rhyme or reason.
Poor young stud fucked my wife TOO much.
We sat in the tub and watched TV.
That was day fucking one.
Where were we. My wife had just fucked around with her older ‘boyfriend’ and sugar-daddy Jarrod. We’re back in Orlando for a two week vacation at our time-share resort.
The reality was though, we weren’t REALLY there for Jarrod. He was just in the right place at the right time. We were there for her other Florida lover…that young bald tattooed punk kid (not really…he was twenty two but I’ll say kid compared to me).
She didn’t want to do “two boyfriends” in one trip. We use that term since its better than ‘suitor’ or ‘lover’ or ‘bull’. That shits kind of dumb to us. This was supposed to be the ‘punk kid’s’ birthday present….my wife.
If you forget, the punk was a guy who shaves his head, sort of really skinny but fit, about my height and has tattoos on his legs and arms. I think I used the term hillbilly or redneck in the other update, but its just a typical Florida guy. We found out in the year since we last visited that the dude was YOUNG. I mean Hillary met him on his twenty-first birthday.
I recall that day well. It was the afternoon, Hillary was in that black floral romper with her wedge heels. It was the year prior almost to the week. Bill was still with us but largely oblivious to the world around him. We were at The Hole in the Wall in the back alley behind Raglans pub at Disney Springs.
Note: This is our watering hole. Hillary loves the Bailey’s Shake with a shot of either rum or vodka. It’s a mix of Ice Cream, Coffee Liqueur and Bailey’s…duh. She’ll drink three in the sun and be wrecked. So if you’re in Disney Springs between September and December before sunset, stop by the back alley bar “Hole in the Wall” between Raglans and Cookes of Dublin. And if you see a loud, confident round assed pretty young girl with big tits in a sexy floral black romper/sundress and wedge heels who looks like she’ll ride you silly….buy her a drink and she just might.
There were two rednecks ogling my wife at the bar. ***** off their asses. My wife was seated away from them and acting like she didn’t notice. When Bill got up to piss, she turned to them, crossed her legs in that romper towards them and gave them a good shot of her legs and cleavage. And despite being Bill’s ‘girlfriend’ she was checking the bald guy out. Looking at him up from her phone. A lot.
He knew it too. I’d learn over a year of Hillary talking to him via Facebook that the day he saw her, he saw the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. He told Hillary he could tell her friends (aka me and Bill) were losers. The thing was, he must have missed PDA between Bill and Hillary. I am pretty sure Bill had an arm LOCKED around her.
If you’re wondering why my hometown former high-school associates and these people DO NOT know I’m married to Hillary (and this redneck does not, but Jarrod does), it’s because I don’t have social media. At all. She does. Not me.
Hillary and this redneck (just a Florida resident…sorry) have continuous conversations about that first meeting. Just like Jarrod, Bill, the ‘hot teacher’ and well…ME, we all have that first time we met my wife story.
In looking at the conversations, which Hillary likes to show me, she admitted to ‘eye-fucking the shit’ out of him that first meeting at Raglans in 2019. He isn’t her type, since he’s rather skinny, but she does like tattoos. Plus he is young, which she doesn’t like.
It was the Punk who told his buddy they needed to go back to Raglans for the next few days, because he was certain that the ‘smokeshow’ would show up again. Sure enough, Hillary, me and Bill went back the next day (I think) around lunch after a park. That’s when she was in her biker shorts and the crop top gray shirt she ties on hot days. When she walked in the young Punk held the gate and they stared at each other. This, I saw up close, even if Bill didn’t. Hillary smiled and whipped her hair back like a school girl on a crush.
And the day after Bill left Orlando in 2019, and Hill and I stayed, I remember Hillary being OBSESSED with going back to Raglans around the same time we saw those ***** guys the previous times. I think we went to Universal the night after Bill left, and she sucked Jarrod’s cock. The next night we went BACK to Raglans, less than forty eight hours after seeing the rednecks.
Hillary put on the SAME romper she wore that first meeting. She did her hair and makeup and seemed on a mission. I told her they probably wouldn’t be there, but my wife insisted on going back, certain that young punk would come back.
“Did you see the way he looked at me,” she told me getting ready. “He wants to fuck me so bad it hurts. I bet he’s been KILLING his dick at night thinking of me.” She said he looked at her like he was starving and she was a piece of steak. “I bet that kid didn’t even fuck that fatty, because,” Hillary pointed to her body in the romper. “After seeing me WHY would he want to.”
You know what? She was one hundred percent correct. First, she knew he was young (again 21). That punk told Hillary that he became obsessed with going back there. He even said he didn’t fuck the fatty, and just got a blowjob imaging my wife between his legs. He was so confident he’d bang my wife, he kept telling his friends he was going to fuck ‘the hot girl in the dress’ on his birthday. Yes, we were there in 2019 when he TURNED 21. How he got into the bar before that is anyone’s guess.
We went to Raglans (in 2019) the day AFTER his birthday. I recall my wife sitting at the end of that small four seat bar, and she made me sit to her left, where there wasn’t really space. An open seat was next to her as she sat on the corner of the bar. The bar cut right to the wall after my wife and I sat on the side perpendicular to my wife. She kept looking at the alley area. She seemed SO nervous, and I guess a cuckoldress has her own weird gut feelings. Hillary was already ***** too. So when we saw those ***** young punks, I don’t think I’d ever seen her so nervous.
Sure as shit, the guy sat RIGHT next to my wife. He admitted to seeing her in the dress and getting a boner and his hopes right the fuck up. She’d done that for him, and he knew it. Before even talking she turned her body language all the way to him, legs crossed towards him, bobbing heels, stolen glances and her entire body turned to him. Her knees pretty close to his.
And he looked at my wife’s ice cream drink. “What’s that?” he asked. And if you're taking notes on scoring with my wife, this is what you do.
“It’s a Bailey’s Shake,” my wife added. “Wanna try?” She asked him and held out the drink with her straw towards him. He didn’t waste a minute sucking on the straw my wife used, which was subtly intimacy between strangers.
“That’s good,” he said and ordered one. “And one more for her,” he added (again….smooth). His buddy insulted him, but my wife defended her new friend. She introduced me, and he introduced his buddy, but neither of us really talked. Hillary and the young Punk began to chat, the usual “where you from” and “What do you do” and so on and so forth. He began taking my wife’s round of drinks. She can only drink so much ice-cream shit. So she did White Claws and tequila shots with him.
I remember getting phased out of the conversation with my wife, and so did his buddy. His fatter buddy was staring at my wife’s thighs and legs in the romper, and so was I. Beta males relegated to gawking while the alpha courted the female. And court they did. My wife laughed at the stupidest jokes. She has this way of morphing into whatever a guy wants; for Jarrod a conniving side-girlfriend, for Bill a confident cuckoldress, for the teacher a seductive student, and for this guy…a ditz.
The guy mentioned something about Ripley’s museum being around here and cheap, weird and fun. “Oh my god I’ve heard of that,” my wife said sipping a drink. “But like, where is it? Like I don’t know this area.” The amount of ‘likes’ was not um…like my wife.
There were sports on and they chatted about Orlando Magic games and my wife remarked, “Oh my god, I don’t know ANYTHING about sports.” Which is weird, because she does. I was kind of getting turned on by this new unique metamorphosis into a ditzy girl.
I have to admit, the ***** fool was smooth (take notes from this guy if you find yourself at Raglan’s and you think you’re talking to my wife), he touched her necklace getting close asking about it, and put his arm on her chair, getting closer. They began whispering and my wife was laughing. Suddenly, he asked her something and waited. She nodded and then he leaned in and kissed her lips. Nothing intense but quick and full. It was highly erotic for me. They continued close talking and he slipped another kiss which she allowed, more tongue.
The drinks flowed. I went piss and came back and my wife and the young punk were sucking face. Raglan’s is NOT that place. We were all pretty banged up at that point. We kind of did a crawl down Disney Springs towards the UBER area. Our new friend was intimately close with my wife now.
And yes, as I said I was sort of the butt of the jokes. How I’d been SUPER friendzoned by this smoking hot girl. We went back to our suite at the resort, all four of us. Hillary was helping them diss me now. She said she wasn’t sure ‘when I’d been laid last” and sometimes she throws me a bone by leaving used panties out.
We all smoked a joint on the deck with the mesh windows to keep the bugs out. Hillary sat in the young punks lap. They kissed and smoked, and Hillary showed the punk Bill’s ‘kissing shotgun’ move. She got up to use the bathroom (I think) and then he got up and followed.
I remember his friend stopping me with his hand when I stood up and shaking his head. “Wait for it!” The fatter punk told me.
Sure as shit, a few minutes later I heard my wife start moaning “OH FUCK! OH MY FUCKING GOD! OH FUCK!” Over and over as the bed creaked loudly.
In that bedroom he pretty much threw my wife on the bed and moved the romper bottoms covering her pussy to the side and slid his cock in. She said he’s HUGE. She was cumming quick and he had the stamina to stop after she came a few times. She then bent over for him, romper still on and he moved the cape piece to the side and fucked her from behind. She was shouting “OH FUCK!” The entire time. She ended up on top next. Finally he had her down, with those wedge heels up by her head, romper STILL on.
She said it felt like they fucked for hours, but it was like ten to fifteen minutes. She came a BUNCH of times and they finished together and kissed. She said she thinks she made noises like a pig when he plunged his whole cock up in her to cum.
I just remember the sounds and then that look on her face when she came out. She had on jeans at that point. She looked….well fucked. That glow, tossed hair and a dazed smile, almost hanging on the young punk. He left after a big kiss.
By the way, he made the claim he was born at 1145PM on his birthday, so he TECHNICALLY banged my wife on his birthday. Within that 24 hour span.
And they had sex a few times that trip.
Now it was 2020 and the world was different. We weren’t sure if going to the parks was something we really wanted to do. But we started at Disney Springs that first night. Why, because it was that young punks birthday. Now, he hadn’t seen my wife in a year. But she promised him pussy on his birthday, and she promised that romper.
So after Jarrod’s ‘attack’ Hillary did her hair (lighter this year than last years dark hair) and makeup, heavy eyebrows, red lips, looking wonderful. She’d fucked Jarrod earlier that day, but the young punk didn’t need to know that. She put on the romper and her wedge heels completing the same look from the year before. Her ‘Diva’ look. Her confidence was evident from the start, and we got ***** at the hotel bar near our suite (not the pool area) and then took a cab to Disney Springs. Hillary and I did another bar crawl, and notice that Florida really didn’t care about COVID. Sorry…it was like the Wild West down there.
She was building confidence drinking in all the looks from men, walking in those heels with her head high.
And if you’re wondering, YES, her ass hurt like hell. But we got wasted. As per usual.
We made our way to Raglans expecting like other places no stools at the bar. Except when we got there, the stools were sort of at the bar, sort of not, kind of like a table AGAINST the bar almost. It was weird. We sat at a table. When I sat next to my wife at the corner, she laughed. “FUCK NO!” She pointed across from her where two seats were. “Hon,” she looked at me. “If you get laid on this trip…consider yourself lucky.” Her stance that I wasn’t getting laid was new. I thought I was having a lot of sex. I liked the teasing though.
She had that same eagerness as she watched the alley checking her phone. I swear, when my wife saw the young punk and two of his friends she got up and sprinted out the little walkway/gate and hugged him. Then, she kissed him, and they were off to the races with the ‘ice broken’ so to speak. And oh man, did they kiss. Long, tongue filled, head moving kissing, with the dude’s hands on her back and then to her firm ass. They must have kissed for several minutes at least. Even his buddies, the fat one from the previous time and a new short guy who had the same vibe as Hillary’s young punk. He came over and sat with her. She handed him his gift bag. Inside was whiskey, a trucker hat ome cigars, and some suggestive lingerie with a bottle of whipped cream. Alcoholic whipped cream.
When the confused young dude asked. “What’s the whipped cream for?”
My wife laughed, as even I was confused. She laughed and said “Your birthday pie!”I was confused. I hadn’t even seen her buys these gifts, other than about $300 worth of cigars (my money) at the Disney cigar place. She held the metal bottle up and shrugged at a bunch of confused guys. “I put this on my shit and you put it on yours.” She could still sense the confusion. My wife, ever the brazen and open sexual woman grabbed the young studs dick. “I’m gonna put this on your dick and suck your cock.” She said and then pointed between her legs. “You’re gonna eat it out of my pussy.”
This made the gang of young punks laugh and cat call. The punk laughed “Told you guys she’s amazing.” He then looked at her, and I was shocked when my wife spoke at the same time. “Bailey’s shake?” They both said and they then laughed.
“FUCK YEAH…let’s go.” My wife said and the two walked over to the standing portion of the bar. You could hang out there and people didn’t bother you. I watched her and him get one of those shakes and two shots. Hillary began asking him questons as if they were old friends. They had been talking via social media for a year I guess. “Are you still dating what’s her name?” She was referring to the girl we saw them with last time. Sort of a meth-head version of Hillary herself, but much much fatter. When the guy nodded, Hillary sighed. “You got to get a better girlfriend.” She shook her head.
The young punk insisted Hillary move down and date him.
My wife shot the idea down. “I don’t have a reason to move down hon.” She then reached for his crotch. “It sucks having a guy with such a nice cock, but he lives too far away.” She kissed him. “I hate being single.” This along with the kissing was intoxicating to me. She openly pronounced that down here, she wasn’t married, wasn’t dating and was just a hot girl looking to get fucked.
It was rather awkward getting to know the two dudes. They asked how I knew her, and I had the canned and planned response. She was a friend I met through another friend, and she dated one of my other friends. We tried talking sports, but these young punks didn’t want to talk with me, maybe sensing I was WAY older. They let me in on the idea that none of their friends believed Hillary existed and only saw pictures. But now, here she was in all her sexpot glory in that same romper.
I heard her remark that she ‘wore it for him so he’d remember her’. As if he’d forget. The two stayed on their own for two rounds and two shots. Then they came back, my wife wrecked and he was *****. They bought another round of shots (he did…again…smooth) and paid their tab. Hillary was introduced to the others FINALLY. But suddenly, the others took off. It was just me, my wife and the punk. I ordered a flight of the beers they had and ordered the punk one. But it was as if my wife and he waited for me to get my drinks.
“I think we’re gonna take off,” my wife said standing up.
The guy paid for my tab, which was nice. The pair then left me. I got my sixty dollar tab paid, and he got my wife.
I got a text moments later. “Sorry hon,” my wife wrote. “It’s his birthday…let the kid enjoy some sex.”
That was it for me. Hillary insisted I relax and have beers at the place where the sun goes down. Then I should go back to resort and hit up those bars. She allowed me to come back at midnight, and I’d have her used yoga pants waiting to smell in the guest bathroom. No tub, but a shower only. Bad jerk off spots, those standing showers.
What you all want to hear is about my wife, I know. She told me. Here it goes.
Her and her young lover went to the sports bar in Disney Springs near the UBER pick up area. They got another drink, another shot and waited for an Uber.
They got back to our room, and the young punk showed some strength when he out my wife up against the wall. He was telling her he loved that outfit, the flowing romper She told him, “I wore it because I know you like to fuck me in it,” she said as they kissed. And that is what the punk did. He put her up against the wall, moved the romper’s crotch area and her wet panties aside and fucked her against the wall. Her legs wrapped around him and she was cumming in a minute. She was apologizing for cumming so much all over his dick as she always does. Apologizing for her pussy sucking on his dick and getting it wet. And my wife is a gusher and a squirter. Her shit was on that floor when I got back. But that was later.
After sex against the wall, he bent her over and fucked her over the loveseat in the living room. She said she was cumming all over the rug and screaming “You’re cock is so big.” Exactly what a young stud wants to hear fucking an older lady.
They made their way to the bed, and he had her legs up by her head, still in the romper.
Here is where fantasies in our head meet reality. Hillary had already cum a few times. This punk wasn’t cumming. They had been fucking over ten minutes with no breaks. So my wife was getting annoyed. She is adamant that you can’t keep poking your shit in her shit for that long. It will start to get raw, especially a big cock like this dudes.
She managed to get him to break, have a smoke and get naked and get the tub ready. My wife, ready to stop sex (remember she’d already been fucked by Jarrod) got on her hands and knees, put on her black glasses and put his dick between her huge tits. She fucked his cock with her tits using her own pussy juice as lubricant staring up at him the whole time. She sucked his tip, and I know that her tit-job/BJ combo will get any man cumming. And it worked like a charm. The guy got a pretty good twenty-second birthday present as he came all over my wife’s tits and her face.
Normally, my wife wants to have a few drinks and relax after sex. Which she had a LOT that day. Her ass hurt, her pussy hurt, her fucking feet hurt. This young punk wanted to go BACK out drinking. So she told him to meet his friends. They could ‘hook-up’ later. She had plans. Which she did not.
She took an hour to herself and then texted me to come back. I was at the bar by the pool. By myself. I went back and Hillary bitched and moaned. “That dude is TOO horny even for me,” she added and shower me her phone. He was texting about “more fun”. His cock was too big, she said, her ass hurt like hell, her pussy was raw. She was done. She said my dick was more fun than his. He kind of just ‘shoves’ it in you, she told me. No rhyme or reason.
Poor young stud fucked my wife TOO much.
We sat in the tub and watched TV.
That was day fucking one.
HillBilly Cuckold: Back To Orlando Part 3
If you’re wondering, we did not bring anyone into our life the next day. Park days were for me and Hillary. To enjoy ourselves and for Hillary to unwind and decompress. She was already a little burnt out. We both blamed Jarrod. He wasn’t supposed to be there.
So the next day my wife and I got up and went to gym. The gym is outside the golf area, so many carts passed by. I noticed quite a few stopped to gaze at my wife in her yoga pants. Older men.
We got ready and my wife put on a white top she tied around her waist and her camouflage biker shorts. She looked good, but she wasn’t REALLY trying. We made our way to our FAVORITE park. We will say Islands of Adventure but we LOVE Epcot. Adult fun.
We have a plan of attack going around the world. We always eat at the Italian place and get the most AMAZING pizza on the planet. Also, we hit up the drinks in most of the countries. We love those frozen drinks. There is a Coca-Cola one, a wine one near Frozen, a German one that’s my wife’s favorite and the Japanese from Kirin which I recommend. We joke that Epcot is like the most expensive bar to enter and then you STILL pay for drinks. There are enough rides to keep us entertained, but DO NOT do that Space one after drinking. A ride with a literal puking area is a BAD idea.
If you’re wondering, yes, we do look for potential partners for Hillary. She always goes with older men. It’s her thing. Problem is, COVID kind of changed that, as there were limited people that could be in certain spaces. Everyone just seems afraid and going up to someone and saying “you wanna fuck my wife” during a pandemic is hard. People don’t do strangers in this COVID world.
Again…this is not an invitation to DM about fucking my wife. It’s never worked meeting people from these sites. Being a “bull” doesn’t mean being unnecessarily mean and aggressive.
That said, we did meet a couple at the pizza place. That place usually sits people close to get them communicating in some sort of open European like vibe. Normally, my wife and I ask to be alone. This time we threw the dice for a gamble. We still got seated AWAY from people. Oh well. We did get to meet a couple at the table to our right. It was a REALLY fit couple. I know the guys name, but like the young punk its sort of unique. I just call him “tall guy” or “fit guy” because he was tall and fit and had shorter hair than even me, sort of military. My wife inquired what they do and where they are from. I chimed in and so did ‘fit guy’s’ wife, but it seemed the fit guy was talking to my wife, and I have to say, even though his wife was rather fit and skinny and pretty, the dude checked my wife out. Hillary has those tits and that ass. Tough to ignore.
He said his name and introduced his wife, which my wife responded with “I’m Hillary and this is my husband CE!” Yes, she started what would be this trips ‘running joke’ so to speak.
I responded with my real name and that ‘no one call me CE’.
“Everyone calls you that,” Hillary laughed. “Or they will now.”
He asked my wife what was good, and we gave them a lesson on the place. “What do you recommend for Pizza CE?” The guy asked which got a really good laughing rise out of my lovely young wife. Get the white pizza, just cheese and then finish with Sambuca for desert we both told them. Just like us, they didn’t get it, but apparently in Italy a double shot of Sambuca with chocolate is considered desert?
My wife got the plate of meats, cheeses and breads for us all. She actually offered a piece of bread to the guy and leaned over to legit feed him right there. He HAD to taste it with sauce and oil. This is where body language is big, because my wife’s body language showed she was moving her entire form fit guy’s way. The ‘feeding’ caused visible tension from his wife.
By the time the Sambuca came out, my wife’s body was TOTALLY turned towards this new fit guy’s. Legs crossed towards him, her whole frame pointed his way. Strangely, his whole body language was towards my wife. Sorry fit girl, when my wife WANTS someone she gets them. The two toasted their shots and didn’t really offer a toast to us beyond moving their glasses towards us. They clinked their own and drank. I’m used to my wife phasing me out of conversations, but the fit guy’s fit wife was noticeably irked about being phased out of conversation with her own husband.
So with our new best friends in tow we got more frozen drinks from the German place my wife loves and insists on going to. Then we chatted more light-heartedly and made our way to Japan for the frozen beers. We each bought one, and the fit guy, naturally loved it. His wife (or maybe girlfriend) was getting more and more antsy and seemingly annoyed. Fit guy and myself watched my wife sort of exaggeratingly lick frozen foam from her lip with her tongue. That seemed to do it for fit wife. She wanted to head in the opposite direction. So they left. The guy said it was good to meet Hillary and I, and used the name “CE” once more. In fact, he used it the whole time to refer to me.
“Too bad,” I laughed when they were far enough away, “I think we could have swung with them.”
I recall my wife stopping in her tracks and laughing with white foam on her upper lip from the frozen beer (she hates beer unless its frozen?). “You think that girl would fuck YOU?” She kept laughing licking the foam with her tongue in that exaggerated way. Maybe it wasn’t exaggeration, but it looked to be so. She rubbed my arm. “Oh hon.”
“Too bad we didn’t get their information, maybe he’d be into you.” I told her looking back at the now distant couple.
Hillary was still laughing. “Tall guy wants to fuck my brains out hon.” She added using her term for him. Then she showed me her phone. It was his personal training website. But the guy was from middle America, so it would be hard, my wife said. While we waited for the frozen German beers (I think it was Germany but I feel I might be wrong where those dark frozen drinks my wife likes are) he informed her he was a personal trainer. I hadn’t even heard this. I must have gone piss. My wife said she wanted to do workouts but the gym was close. He had told her how to contact him for personal training and that he’d help her do online or via skype or teams or whatever. “She was pissed about that..” She said as we walked.
“Why?” I said. Sort of knowing my own answer.
Hillary shook her head. “Hon, we’re probably gonna end up just getting naked and jerking off each other. Like Jarrod.” She said moving to another kiosk for more drinks. “You know how this works.” She explained that she wasn’t just cuckolding me, she was cuckolding Jarrod’s wife, Punk Guy’s fat girlfriend, and even the girl she was hooking Bill up with. We weren’t REALLY sure if woman were supposed to be called cuckolds or if there was another name.
“He just wants to fuck me.” She said confidently, even though the fit guy’s wife was TECHNICALLY hotter. I was shocked. But she told me his girl was obviously “no fun”. That everyone could see that. “I’m fun,” Hillary said. We made our way back to the frozen wine place (Epcot is a lot of walking in the sun). She explained that the girl was ‘too skinny’ and fit guys like him wanted thicker girls to grope, grab and pick up. Which I don’t ‘really think is true but I didn’t correct her. She stated, “that girl can’t suck cock even if she wanted to, which she doesn’t.” My wife kept going. “He knows I’m fun, and I’ll suck and fuck him so good he’d leave her in a heartbeat.” My wife did a little dance. “Dat MAGIC pussy. I got dat UNICORN.” She joked. “Just like I know he got dat big dick. All tall guys do.”
“How does he know any of that?” I asked.
My wife sighed. “He does. Trust me. We practically said it to each other in the Italian pizza place.” She laughed. “It could not have BEEN more obvious we wanted to fuck.” She smiled. She saw my confusion and rubbed my arm. “How have you EVER gotten pussy hon?” It’s all body language she informed me. Which I kind of already knew. In fact, she actually ‘followed’ him on some of his social media already somehow.
We were pretty wasted and it was pretty hot as balls. Still early though. It’s hard to keep drinking at EPCOT. You got to dig in, my wife and I say. But we were getting burnt and tired. So we made our way back to the resort. In the UBER ride, I was shocked to see that Hillary and “fit guy” were already following each other on Instagram and friends on Facebook. Sort of, since my wife thinks his account was ‘fucking fake as hell’.
We sat at the bar nearest our suite. Hillary did NOT want to see Jarrod. We were going to dinner, just the two of us. As we slowly sipped our drinks preparing to nap by the pool my wife showed me the fit dude was ALREADY liking old pictures of my wife when she did a ‘lipstick try-on haul’ of green, maroon, blue, gold and black. You want to see old dudes, co-workers, friends and ****** members creep out on your wife on social media have her do a try on haul.
A guy came up to offer my wife a drink, and she refused it. I asked why, and she told me there were ‘too many cooks in the kitchen’ already, and the guy wasn’t her type. I was shocked how brazen the guy was, but Hillary remarked, “they know I’m down to fuck and you’re a lame lil duck,” she joked grabbing my…well…hard cock.
We slept on two lawn chairs by the pool. I watched guys walk by and stare at my wife’s tits and then ass when she rolled over. She didn’t USUALLY get that much attention but I guess she isn’t always in a revealing bikini. She was getting pretty dark too with her tan.
After the nap, we made our way back to the suite, for a tub, and another nap. Before getting in, my wife began jerking me off, and slipping her mouth over my cock. “I want you to lie down CE.” She teased looking up at me. I shook my head. “Then no blowjob.” She said and sort of swam away in the large tub. “You’re not getting off unless its in your face and in your mouth.” She was adamant.
I really really don’t want that. I can’t explain that enough. But I was scared…no one says no to my wife.
We napped. Then it was time to get ready to go for pizza, wings and beers (or mixed drinks/seltzers) which is our favorite. It’s not all cuckolding. Still, my wife go sexy in her ‘boob’ window shirt, tight jeans and dark maroon lipstick. While she got ready, she decided to fuck with Jarrod. She sent him a pic with a banana between her tits and her black polka-dotted bra.
Jarrod texted back that she needed to “STOP”.
Then she upped the ante by taking a video of her sucking the banana down pretty much all the way. She sent it.
Jarrod now responded simply, “Good GOD! DAMN YOU HELLCAT!”
We went out to our favorite place Giordano’s. First, yes, I know it’s a chain, and I know we ate pizza earlier, but seriously, we could eat pizza all day everyday. It’s a vacation. And wings.
Again, if you’re in Orlando between September and March and want the ride of your life, find one of the Giordano’s. If there is a girl in tight jeans, a tight top that shows off her cleavage and wedge heels, buy her a drink. It might not be my wife, but if it is, you got a pretty good shot at getting laid and feeling that magic pussy cum on your cock.
While we ate, I watched her text. Tall guy was already messaging her, but largely harmless and work out related. My wife, ever the shit starter, sent pics and a video of her doing squats taken by a friend. She asked about her form.
“Amazing form. You have a good lower core. You’ve done training before” He responded.
“He likes my ass.” My wife joked.
She was actually texting Jarrod. I could see that she wasn’t really that into the young punk. I get it, he seemed all over the place and immature. Hillary remarked she’d be ‘fucking fit guy’ if it wasn’t for the young punk. She can’t do ‘two big dicks’. Plus, my wife added, I would have to run interference with ‘fit wife’ and my wife was certain that woman wouldn’t give me the time of day.
“Add something to the itinerary, CE.” She added double teasing me now. Which I sort of loved, being relegated to merely the itinerary guy and called CE. As I opened my ‘notes’ app where I kept the ACTUAL itinerary, she informed me that Jarrod was stopping by during his golf outing in the morning….early.
I asked why he wanted to stop by.
“Beers and recruitment,” she chuckled. She showed me his text. He had investors playing with him in his business. He wanted to show them the ‘young tits and ass’ (his EXACT words) you can get by jumping on board with him.
“You’re going to be exhausted again,” I reminded her. She had a party with Young Punk, a Halloween party an hour away. Young punk hadn’t even taken his gifts. I wasn’t invited. In fact, it was recommended by Young Punk that I ‘not come’. My wife was going to be sleeping at his place with all the animals. It was sort of dangerous, but my wife no longer feared her boyfriends.
“Can’t you call him and reschedule for the next night,” my wife jested. Of course this wouldn’t work. He wouldn’t respond to me. Hillary had already informed me I was a ‘freak’ to these guys. Hillary told them that me not going was fine, since she’d leave used panties and I’d sniff, fuck and jerk off with them all night. She wasn’t lying. “Damn, we never see eye to eye on shit.” She remarked.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
Hillary sipped her drink. “I like Jarrod. He’s safe, has a decent cock that he can use and he’s fun.” She pointed to me. “But you’re a cuckold so you want a big dicked dude to have me all…” my wife made the ‘ahe-gao’ face with eyes rolled in her head and the tongue out. I told her that wasn’t true, but she said all cuckolds want their significant others to get ‘wrecked’ by a huge cock. “You’re so weird.” She looked at me. “You claim to not like CE but you do it. You claim you don’t want to watch but you CERTAINLY like to.” She spoke real low. “Every guy in this place would pay to be you, sitting on the couch, getting their cock sucked BY ME while watching someone like Jarrod fucked me.” She sighed. “You’re the worst cuckold I know.” She smiled. “I’m gonna break you down.” She finished.
We ate, and the bartender was all over my wife. But she didn’t quite like him. She certainly has a type. I won’t lie. Older men, married, confident, high energy and sort of fit/*** bod. Almost a certain look.
After dinner we returned to our suite. Once again, we got naked and went into the large tub. We spend a lot of time in that tub. My erection wasn’t exactly inconspicuous. I was horny as all hell and falling down a path to something I didn’t want to do.
“Lie down,” my wife insisted. I did as told nervously. She put lotion on her hand and began stroking me. I kept my mouth shut. My wife pulled up her phone and scrolled up her messages with Jarrod to the blowjob video. She pressed play and began to jerk me off to cuckold porn she’d created with another man. “You love this video,” she told me. Note: I’d never told my wife why I like that video. But she knew and its why I love her. She wasn’t wasting time on jerking me off. “Look how fast I get that cock in my mouth.” We both watched her fish his cock out and gobble it down in under a second. As the video progressed and he panned to my wife’s ass, she giggled. “How much you wanna bet his golf buddies are watching this very video right now. Jerking off to YOUR wife sucking cock”. She licked my ear and pumped my cock. “You like that he uses me as his little slutty recruitment assistant.” She taunted. I did. She knew it. “I’m going to show all those guys my young tits tomo….”
That was it. I was cumming. It is almost instinct to fall back, and groan loudly. My head dropping back and my mouth opening. I got a little help from Hill sort of pushing me down with her free hand. The first blast hit my chin, and I thought I was alright, but then the gush came and landed all over my face and some in my mouth. My wife put a finger on my chin and closed my mouth softly. I just complied. I didn’t fight it. That would ruin the greatness of an orgasm. She brought her fingers to my Adams apple and rubbed it sort of encouraging my swallowing. I didn’t really swallow. She kept pumping me until it merely bubbled.
Hillary quickly grabbed the beer behind my head and all but shoved it in my mouth. I did swallow as she tipped it up. I had to. Instinct.
“CUM EATER!” She jested.
“That doesn’t count,” I coughed in defiance.
Hillary sipped my beer. “How does that NOT count. You legit ate it. Dude….you’re nuts with this holier than thou bullshit.” She laughed. She then brought her cum covered hand up. “My little CE,” she jokingly moved her hand to my face and tried to shove it in my mouth. I fought her, but she got it all over my face. Not that I wasn’t already covered. She then called me a baby, and proceeded to lick her fingers and my face clean with her big flat tongue. She nuzzled into my chest. “Cum eater.” She joked again kissing my chest.
I have to say, despite how gross it was. I was having a great time.
We went to bed rather early that night. Hillary didn’t want anyone touching her after the day before. The reality is, she still felt sore but said she was going to “endure”.
Then my wife upped the ante again when, before bed, she pulled out one of the more painful cock cages we have. The “cock asylum” with the brace plate and the screws. We had went on a cage buying spree recently. Hillary thought the one I had was TOO easy and slightly enjoyable for me. Serves me right for opening my mouth. These new ones added pain. Again, she insisted I liked pain, that all cucks do….but I don’t. She put it on me, with my help. I allowed her to screw the bolts in to a moderate level NOT touching my cock...unless I get hard.
If you’re wondering how we got it on the plane without it being noticed, we checked it with our bags. I don’t think if you separated the pieces people even understand what it is. She wanted to put it in our carry-on. I have to stop her from going TOO overboard with being open about this shit.
Anyone who deals in long term cock caging knows that sleep is a MASSIVE issue. Your body involuntarily yearns to get hard all night. You will NOT sleep. It is painful enough to wake you RIGHT the fuck up. With my older cage I could get used to the feeling. Not this one, with the screws. It sucks. My wife locked me in and literally left the room with the key.
Then she came back and put on a tight sports bra which pushed her tits up. She got in panties and jumped into bed. I was naked. “You’re going to have a shitty night, and tomorrow,” she laughed putting her large muscular legs on my crotch and curling up on me. “If I’m gonna be in pain…so are you.” She chuckled.
To be honest, I can move my dick around in the cock cage just the right way to make me cum. A vibrating egg is good for that too. The old cage wasn’t so bad. And that had to change for Hillary. This one…no cumming.
And then my wife passed the fuck out. Snoring, deep sleep, her body on top of me. Her legs constantly rubbing my caged prick causing pain.
If you’re thinking I was in for a cage filled week, you’re dead wrong. Sorry, again where reality meets fantasy isn’t always so fun. I kept waking the fuck up. Moaning and waking Hillary up. It was really early in the morning, about one when she sighed and unlocked me.
I still had a massive and now red spotted erection. I managed to get to sleep. I should have jerked off, but I didn’t. I don’t remember my dreams, just waking up with an erection that hurt. Plus, it was REALLY early. My wife was already up in tight black yoga pants, the ones that make her legs and ass look REALLY good. She also had on her blue under armor workout bra/top. I call it the ‘electric blue’ workout bra because the design looks like lightening. Further, she had on her tan with orange lined Yeezy’s (again if you’re in Orlando at a park, look for tight yoga pants, big tits, a loud cute girl wearing Yeezy’s…might be her…buy her a drink). She likes her high-fashion. It dawned on me that Hillary had put makeup on and done her hair early, seemingly for the gym.
I asked, “What’s going on?”
She looked at me, and grabbed her stuff, “Going to the gym…are you coming?”
My wife seemed on a mission. She got to the car before I was even ready, and seemed quite annoyed to the point where she honked the horn. We got to the gym at like 710 AM, which for us on a vacation is a big FEAT. She drove like a banshee to get there. She started with squats, facing her ass where golfers drive by. There was something REALLY REALLY wrong with the picture. My wife, of all people is the one to call out girls who get dressed up for the gym. She hates the small gym top, tight shorts/yoga pants and makeup gym girl crowd. And here she was all decked out, with her hair done to boot. Further, these black yoga pants are shiny and tight in a way to accentuate her leg and ass muscles. They are NOT for working out.
But about five minutes into her routine, I watched a group of dudes in two carts role up across the parking lot and step out and walk towards the gym windows. The pro-shop and store wasn’t too far. A group of four men walked up. Two stopped about fifty feet from the window and watched my wife. I got the sneaking suspicion my wife specifically there for these men. They were all older.
As I rode the Elliptical I watched. I know she noticed them since she glanced to the large mirrored wall. She then proceeded to dip REALLY REALLY low. She was doing a circuit of squats and lunges. Normally we work out together, but I wasn’t even asked this time.
Sure as shit, Jarrod of all people appears with the other two men. He was smiling and looked into the gym. He was smiling ear to ear when he saw Hillary, and I shit you not, he pulled his phone out and showed two of the men (the younger of the four) something. I counted and it HAD to be the video of her blowing him. HAD to be. The two dudes kept looking into the gym and then down at his phone in utter disbelief. One of them shook his head and kept walking.
The group went by and went to the pro-shop. Hillary finished suddenly. “Let’s go. We have an hour.” I didn’t understand. There was clearly a plan in place here. One that I was nor privy to. But, again, my wife was on some mission. We raced home, and to be honest we weren’t at that gym long at all. Just long enough for her to do squats and get seen by Jarrod and his golf partners.
We made our way back to our time share suite which looks like a gated community. It surrounds the golf courses, if which there are several. My wife began shaving her legs, and then straitening her hair, as if we were going out to dinner or for drinks. This was 0730 in the morning.
My wife pulled on short Jean shorts that had those designed tears with the inner white pockets hanging low beyond the rip of the shorts. She rarely wore these because she didn’t like her ass in them. But they looked good then, with the bottom or her ass cheeks now on display. My hot wife then pulled on a tight black top, and undid the buttons to ****** her huge cleavage. She wasn’t finished.
I was shocked when my bride began to do her eyebrows dark and thick, and then apply full makeup. She pursed her lips and put dark maroon lipstick on. “Get my wedges!” She ordered seeming rushed. I did as told and watched her put them on. I helped her to her feet.
For this early, we started drinking. My wife crushed two seltzers. Quickly. And a shot of vodka. Then we puffed on a joint. My sexy wife looked like a stripped in the short shorts, tight top and heels with full makeup. She looked in her early twenties again. She seemed nervous and was texting. Her eyes watched out the mesh netted deck towards the course. She suddenly shot up after reading her phone. She clicked her fingers at me. “Get in the guest room and don’t you fucking DARE make a noise or come out.” This was a command and the look of seriousness in my wife’s eyes was shocking.
I did as told. I kept the door open a crack and then I pulled the dark semi-blackout shades closed so the room was dark. I watched the mirror on the wall that showed the living room.
My wife was in the kitchen preparing something. She rushed to the bedroom and passed my view. I could see the master bedroom. She came out with a pack of cigars she’d bought. With my money. Expensive cigars.
I heard a commotion from the deck. An electric sound. I heard a voice, “anyone home.”
“Heeyyyy,” my wife called and walked through the hall, through the living room and then disappeared on the deck.
It was Jarrod and his golf partners. My wife had gotten dressed up for then. To be his arm candy. His recruitment whore. Like she’d mentioned the night before. Showing them her tits, she remarked. It made sense now. There were introductions.
Someone, sounding younger than the others asked, “you must be Jarrod’s friend Hillary!”
My wife, for some unknown reason, answered in a Southern accent. “Friends?” she questioned, “Why, I hope you boys, if you’re his friends, don’t do the things Jarrod and I do together.” That got a huge laugh. I even chuckled. She joked about sex with him. Right away.
Still in a strange southern accent, she asked, “ya’ll need a drink? You look thirsty.” It was a weird thing to do, but in the top, shorts and heels in the South I guess looking back it made sense.
My wife went back to the kitchen, picked up the tray that room service and ice came in, and walked back to the deck holding it like a waitress. She had four beers, and cigars. One of the guys asked about whiskey. Hillary responded, “of course, we got Scotch, do you take it neat or on the rocks?” The twang still there. A little overboard actually.
“Neat…I’m not an animal, and I’d prefer Bourbon but Scotch will work,” the clearly elderly guy spoke. Not only was he insulting what I drank, and how I drank whiskey but he was going to drink MY whiskey. Everyone laughed, including my wife.
The smell of cigar smoke filled my nose. The conversation was light, and more quite. I couldn’t hear much except the laughs from jokes. From what my wife says, they talked about how great it was down here in Orlando. Jarrod and his partners kept yelling for people to “play through”. My wife, who I couldn’t see was apparently right in Jarrod’s lap, sharing a cigar.
I kept having to push back, because people kept using the guest bathroom that was in the hall next to the door I was behind. They didn’t need to come into the guest room. But that bathroom was so close I could hear the guys pissing. All of them.
At some point, my wife said something that I couldn’t hear. She told me later the guys were making fun of Jarrod for sucking, after talking a big game. My wife said to the groups, according to her, “Let’s see if I can get him to focus.”
That’s when I watched my wife pulling her elderly lover by the hand past my view and into the bedroom. The door closed.
One of the guys, who sounded like on of the older ones, commented how great the eleventh hole ‘watering hole’ was. I heard this because he said it loudly wanting laughs, which he got. Note: our suite is by hole 11 of one of the courses. Don’t ask me, cause I don’t know which course. There are three I think. Maybe less.
One of the younger guys (I think), said “and a hot waitress to boot.” Which got more laughs. Then they debated my wife versus the beer cart. My wife’s tits were apparently far better. And my wife was hotter in the face. Not as skinny or young though as the bar cart wench. This is what guys discuss if you wonder. But one did remark that my wife was great “spank bank” material. And that she looked like “She could suck and fuck with the best of em”.
As if on cue, my wife moaned from the master bedroom. “Uhhhhhhhh,” she mewled loud enough for the neighbors to hear. The sound of slapping bodies picked up. Jarrod had apparently bent my wife over, and pulled her shorts down. They were fucking hard and fast.
Laughter and hoots arose from the deck.
“I’m cumming. I’m cumming!” My wife shouted. “Oohhhh baby!” She was cooing like a pornstar with that whine.
Again, laughter and some applause, no fooling applause. They were quite impressed apparently that Jarrod was banging the girl.
The bedroom door opened and Jarrod and my wife were walking out, whispering. My wife was apparently telling him to wait to ‘zip up’. I would learn that this was all a game by my wife and Jarrod to make him look like a stud. Zipping his fly as he walked onto the deck and my wife buttoning her shirt were all part of the game. An emphasis on the implications that Jarrod had fucked the young big titted girl. Which he had.
Before leaving my wife brought the case of Budlight out and gave it to them. So if you’re counting, they got my cigars, the rest of my beer and ample views of my wife’s cleavage.
My wife and Jarrod’s plan apparently worked well. The elderly man would have new partners or investors or whatever.
When I heard them drive off I came out.
“That was awesome,” my wife giggled. She looked at me. “You better not have jerked off!”
I assured her I hadn’t.
She nodded, “Good cause if I gotta suffer with this young punks cock…you’re suffering too. You’re going in your cage.”
Damn.
So the next day my wife and I got up and went to gym. The gym is outside the golf area, so many carts passed by. I noticed quite a few stopped to gaze at my wife in her yoga pants. Older men.
We got ready and my wife put on a white top she tied around her waist and her camouflage biker shorts. She looked good, but she wasn’t REALLY trying. We made our way to our FAVORITE park. We will say Islands of Adventure but we LOVE Epcot. Adult fun.
We have a plan of attack going around the world. We always eat at the Italian place and get the most AMAZING pizza on the planet. Also, we hit up the drinks in most of the countries. We love those frozen drinks. There is a Coca-Cola one, a wine one near Frozen, a German one that’s my wife’s favorite and the Japanese from Kirin which I recommend. We joke that Epcot is like the most expensive bar to enter and then you STILL pay for drinks. There are enough rides to keep us entertained, but DO NOT do that Space one after drinking. A ride with a literal puking area is a BAD idea.
If you’re wondering, yes, we do look for potential partners for Hillary. She always goes with older men. It’s her thing. Problem is, COVID kind of changed that, as there were limited people that could be in certain spaces. Everyone just seems afraid and going up to someone and saying “you wanna fuck my wife” during a pandemic is hard. People don’t do strangers in this COVID world.
Again…this is not an invitation to DM about fucking my wife. It’s never worked meeting people from these sites. Being a “bull” doesn’t mean being unnecessarily mean and aggressive.
That said, we did meet a couple at the pizza place. That place usually sits people close to get them communicating in some sort of open European like vibe. Normally, my wife and I ask to be alone. This time we threw the dice for a gamble. We still got seated AWAY from people. Oh well. We did get to meet a couple at the table to our right. It was a REALLY fit couple. I know the guys name, but like the young punk its sort of unique. I just call him “tall guy” or “fit guy” because he was tall and fit and had shorter hair than even me, sort of military. My wife inquired what they do and where they are from. I chimed in and so did ‘fit guy’s’ wife, but it seemed the fit guy was talking to my wife, and I have to say, even though his wife was rather fit and skinny and pretty, the dude checked my wife out. Hillary has those tits and that ass. Tough to ignore.
He said his name and introduced his wife, which my wife responded with “I’m Hillary and this is my husband CE!” Yes, she started what would be this trips ‘running joke’ so to speak.
I responded with my real name and that ‘no one call me CE’.
“Everyone calls you that,” Hillary laughed. “Or they will now.”
He asked my wife what was good, and we gave them a lesson on the place. “What do you recommend for Pizza CE?” The guy asked which got a really good laughing rise out of my lovely young wife. Get the white pizza, just cheese and then finish with Sambuca for desert we both told them. Just like us, they didn’t get it, but apparently in Italy a double shot of Sambuca with chocolate is considered desert?
My wife got the plate of meats, cheeses and breads for us all. She actually offered a piece of bread to the guy and leaned over to legit feed him right there. He HAD to taste it with sauce and oil. This is where body language is big, because my wife’s body language showed she was moving her entire form fit guy’s way. The ‘feeding’ caused visible tension from his wife.
By the time the Sambuca came out, my wife’s body was TOTALLY turned towards this new fit guy’s. Legs crossed towards him, her whole frame pointed his way. Strangely, his whole body language was towards my wife. Sorry fit girl, when my wife WANTS someone she gets them. The two toasted their shots and didn’t really offer a toast to us beyond moving their glasses towards us. They clinked their own and drank. I’m used to my wife phasing me out of conversations, but the fit guy’s fit wife was noticeably irked about being phased out of conversation with her own husband.
So with our new best friends in tow we got more frozen drinks from the German place my wife loves and insists on going to. Then we chatted more light-heartedly and made our way to Japan for the frozen beers. We each bought one, and the fit guy, naturally loved it. His wife (or maybe girlfriend) was getting more and more antsy and seemingly annoyed. Fit guy and myself watched my wife sort of exaggeratingly lick frozen foam from her lip with her tongue. That seemed to do it for fit wife. She wanted to head in the opposite direction. So they left. The guy said it was good to meet Hillary and I, and used the name “CE” once more. In fact, he used it the whole time to refer to me.
“Too bad,” I laughed when they were far enough away, “I think we could have swung with them.”
I recall my wife stopping in her tracks and laughing with white foam on her upper lip from the frozen beer (she hates beer unless its frozen?). “You think that girl would fuck YOU?” She kept laughing licking the foam with her tongue in that exaggerated way. Maybe it wasn’t exaggeration, but it looked to be so. She rubbed my arm. “Oh hon.”
“Too bad we didn’t get their information, maybe he’d be into you.” I told her looking back at the now distant couple.
Hillary was still laughing. “Tall guy wants to fuck my brains out hon.” She added using her term for him. Then she showed me her phone. It was his personal training website. But the guy was from middle America, so it would be hard, my wife said. While we waited for the frozen German beers (I think it was Germany but I feel I might be wrong where those dark frozen drinks my wife likes are) he informed her he was a personal trainer. I hadn’t even heard this. I must have gone piss. My wife said she wanted to do workouts but the gym was close. He had told her how to contact him for personal training and that he’d help her do online or via skype or teams or whatever. “She was pissed about that..” She said as we walked.
“Why?” I said. Sort of knowing my own answer.
Hillary shook her head. “Hon, we’re probably gonna end up just getting naked and jerking off each other. Like Jarrod.” She said moving to another kiosk for more drinks. “You know how this works.” She explained that she wasn’t just cuckolding me, she was cuckolding Jarrod’s wife, Punk Guy’s fat girlfriend, and even the girl she was hooking Bill up with. We weren’t REALLY sure if woman were supposed to be called cuckolds or if there was another name.
“He just wants to fuck me.” She said confidently, even though the fit guy’s wife was TECHNICALLY hotter. I was shocked. But she told me his girl was obviously “no fun”. That everyone could see that. “I’m fun,” Hillary said. We made our way back to the frozen wine place (Epcot is a lot of walking in the sun). She explained that the girl was ‘too skinny’ and fit guys like him wanted thicker girls to grope, grab and pick up. Which I don’t ‘really think is true but I didn’t correct her. She stated, “that girl can’t suck cock even if she wanted to, which she doesn’t.” My wife kept going. “He knows I’m fun, and I’ll suck and fuck him so good he’d leave her in a heartbeat.” My wife did a little dance. “Dat MAGIC pussy. I got dat UNICORN.” She joked. “Just like I know he got dat big dick. All tall guys do.”
“How does he know any of that?” I asked.
My wife sighed. “He does. Trust me. We practically said it to each other in the Italian pizza place.” She laughed. “It could not have BEEN more obvious we wanted to fuck.” She smiled. She saw my confusion and rubbed my arm. “How have you EVER gotten pussy hon?” It’s all body language she informed me. Which I kind of already knew. In fact, she actually ‘followed’ him on some of his social media already somehow.
We were pretty wasted and it was pretty hot as balls. Still early though. It’s hard to keep drinking at EPCOT. You got to dig in, my wife and I say. But we were getting burnt and tired. So we made our way back to the resort. In the UBER ride, I was shocked to see that Hillary and “fit guy” were already following each other on Instagram and friends on Facebook. Sort of, since my wife thinks his account was ‘fucking fake as hell’.
We sat at the bar nearest our suite. Hillary did NOT want to see Jarrod. We were going to dinner, just the two of us. As we slowly sipped our drinks preparing to nap by the pool my wife showed me the fit dude was ALREADY liking old pictures of my wife when she did a ‘lipstick try-on haul’ of green, maroon, blue, gold and black. You want to see old dudes, co-workers, friends and ****** members creep out on your wife on social media have her do a try on haul.
A guy came up to offer my wife a drink, and she refused it. I asked why, and she told me there were ‘too many cooks in the kitchen’ already, and the guy wasn’t her type. I was shocked how brazen the guy was, but Hillary remarked, “they know I’m down to fuck and you’re a lame lil duck,” she joked grabbing my…well…hard cock.
We slept on two lawn chairs by the pool. I watched guys walk by and stare at my wife’s tits and then ass when she rolled over. She didn’t USUALLY get that much attention but I guess she isn’t always in a revealing bikini. She was getting pretty dark too with her tan.
After the nap, we made our way back to the suite, for a tub, and another nap. Before getting in, my wife began jerking me off, and slipping her mouth over my cock. “I want you to lie down CE.” She teased looking up at me. I shook my head. “Then no blowjob.” She said and sort of swam away in the large tub. “You’re not getting off unless its in your face and in your mouth.” She was adamant.
I really really don’t want that. I can’t explain that enough. But I was scared…no one says no to my wife.
We napped. Then it was time to get ready to go for pizza, wings and beers (or mixed drinks/seltzers) which is our favorite. It’s not all cuckolding. Still, my wife go sexy in her ‘boob’ window shirt, tight jeans and dark maroon lipstick. While she got ready, she decided to fuck with Jarrod. She sent him a pic with a banana between her tits and her black polka-dotted bra.
Jarrod texted back that she needed to “STOP”.
Then she upped the ante by taking a video of her sucking the banana down pretty much all the way. She sent it.
Jarrod now responded simply, “Good GOD! DAMN YOU HELLCAT!”
We went out to our favorite place Giordano’s. First, yes, I know it’s a chain, and I know we ate pizza earlier, but seriously, we could eat pizza all day everyday. It’s a vacation. And wings.
Again, if you’re in Orlando between September and March and want the ride of your life, find one of the Giordano’s. If there is a girl in tight jeans, a tight top that shows off her cleavage and wedge heels, buy her a drink. It might not be my wife, but if it is, you got a pretty good shot at getting laid and feeling that magic pussy cum on your cock.
While we ate, I watched her text. Tall guy was already messaging her, but largely harmless and work out related. My wife, ever the shit starter, sent pics and a video of her doing squats taken by a friend. She asked about her form.
“Amazing form. You have a good lower core. You’ve done training before” He responded.
“He likes my ass.” My wife joked.
She was actually texting Jarrod. I could see that she wasn’t really that into the young punk. I get it, he seemed all over the place and immature. Hillary remarked she’d be ‘fucking fit guy’ if it wasn’t for the young punk. She can’t do ‘two big dicks’. Plus, my wife added, I would have to run interference with ‘fit wife’ and my wife was certain that woman wouldn’t give me the time of day.
“Add something to the itinerary, CE.” She added double teasing me now. Which I sort of loved, being relegated to merely the itinerary guy and called CE. As I opened my ‘notes’ app where I kept the ACTUAL itinerary, she informed me that Jarrod was stopping by during his golf outing in the morning….early.
I asked why he wanted to stop by.
“Beers and recruitment,” she chuckled. She showed me his text. He had investors playing with him in his business. He wanted to show them the ‘young tits and ass’ (his EXACT words) you can get by jumping on board with him.
“You’re going to be exhausted again,” I reminded her. She had a party with Young Punk, a Halloween party an hour away. Young punk hadn’t even taken his gifts. I wasn’t invited. In fact, it was recommended by Young Punk that I ‘not come’. My wife was going to be sleeping at his place with all the animals. It was sort of dangerous, but my wife no longer feared her boyfriends.
“Can’t you call him and reschedule for the next night,” my wife jested. Of course this wouldn’t work. He wouldn’t respond to me. Hillary had already informed me I was a ‘freak’ to these guys. Hillary told them that me not going was fine, since she’d leave used panties and I’d sniff, fuck and jerk off with them all night. She wasn’t lying. “Damn, we never see eye to eye on shit.” She remarked.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
Hillary sipped her drink. “I like Jarrod. He’s safe, has a decent cock that he can use and he’s fun.” She pointed to me. “But you’re a cuckold so you want a big dicked dude to have me all…” my wife made the ‘ahe-gao’ face with eyes rolled in her head and the tongue out. I told her that wasn’t true, but she said all cuckolds want their significant others to get ‘wrecked’ by a huge cock. “You’re so weird.” She looked at me. “You claim to not like CE but you do it. You claim you don’t want to watch but you CERTAINLY like to.” She spoke real low. “Every guy in this place would pay to be you, sitting on the couch, getting their cock sucked BY ME while watching someone like Jarrod fucked me.” She sighed. “You’re the worst cuckold I know.” She smiled. “I’m gonna break you down.” She finished.
We ate, and the bartender was all over my wife. But she didn’t quite like him. She certainly has a type. I won’t lie. Older men, married, confident, high energy and sort of fit/*** bod. Almost a certain look.
After dinner we returned to our suite. Once again, we got naked and went into the large tub. We spend a lot of time in that tub. My erection wasn’t exactly inconspicuous. I was horny as all hell and falling down a path to something I didn’t want to do.
“Lie down,” my wife insisted. I did as told nervously. She put lotion on her hand and began stroking me. I kept my mouth shut. My wife pulled up her phone and scrolled up her messages with Jarrod to the blowjob video. She pressed play and began to jerk me off to cuckold porn she’d created with another man. “You love this video,” she told me. Note: I’d never told my wife why I like that video. But she knew and its why I love her. She wasn’t wasting time on jerking me off. “Look how fast I get that cock in my mouth.” We both watched her fish his cock out and gobble it down in under a second. As the video progressed and he panned to my wife’s ass, she giggled. “How much you wanna bet his golf buddies are watching this very video right now. Jerking off to YOUR wife sucking cock”. She licked my ear and pumped my cock. “You like that he uses me as his little slutty recruitment assistant.” She taunted. I did. She knew it. “I’m going to show all those guys my young tits tomo….”
That was it. I was cumming. It is almost instinct to fall back, and groan loudly. My head dropping back and my mouth opening. I got a little help from Hill sort of pushing me down with her free hand. The first blast hit my chin, and I thought I was alright, but then the gush came and landed all over my face and some in my mouth. My wife put a finger on my chin and closed my mouth softly. I just complied. I didn’t fight it. That would ruin the greatness of an orgasm. She brought her fingers to my Adams apple and rubbed it sort of encouraging my swallowing. I didn’t really swallow. She kept pumping me until it merely bubbled.
Hillary quickly grabbed the beer behind my head and all but shoved it in my mouth. I did swallow as she tipped it up. I had to. Instinct.
“CUM EATER!” She jested.
“That doesn’t count,” I coughed in defiance.
Hillary sipped my beer. “How does that NOT count. You legit ate it. Dude….you’re nuts with this holier than thou bullshit.” She laughed. She then brought her cum covered hand up. “My little CE,” she jokingly moved her hand to my face and tried to shove it in my mouth. I fought her, but she got it all over my face. Not that I wasn’t already covered. She then called me a baby, and proceeded to lick her fingers and my face clean with her big flat tongue. She nuzzled into my chest. “Cum eater.” She joked again kissing my chest.
I have to say, despite how gross it was. I was having a great time.
We went to bed rather early that night. Hillary didn’t want anyone touching her after the day before. The reality is, she still felt sore but said she was going to “endure”.
Then my wife upped the ante again when, before bed, she pulled out one of the more painful cock cages we have. The “cock asylum” with the brace plate and the screws. We had went on a cage buying spree recently. Hillary thought the one I had was TOO easy and slightly enjoyable for me. Serves me right for opening my mouth. These new ones added pain. Again, she insisted I liked pain, that all cucks do….but I don’t. She put it on me, with my help. I allowed her to screw the bolts in to a moderate level NOT touching my cock...unless I get hard.
If you’re wondering how we got it on the plane without it being noticed, we checked it with our bags. I don’t think if you separated the pieces people even understand what it is. She wanted to put it in our carry-on. I have to stop her from going TOO overboard with being open about this shit.
Anyone who deals in long term cock caging knows that sleep is a MASSIVE issue. Your body involuntarily yearns to get hard all night. You will NOT sleep. It is painful enough to wake you RIGHT the fuck up. With my older cage I could get used to the feeling. Not this one, with the screws. It sucks. My wife locked me in and literally left the room with the key.
Then she came back and put on a tight sports bra which pushed her tits up. She got in panties and jumped into bed. I was naked. “You’re going to have a shitty night, and tomorrow,” she laughed putting her large muscular legs on my crotch and curling up on me. “If I’m gonna be in pain…so are you.” She chuckled.
To be honest, I can move my dick around in the cock cage just the right way to make me cum. A vibrating egg is good for that too. The old cage wasn’t so bad. And that had to change for Hillary. This one…no cumming.
And then my wife passed the fuck out. Snoring, deep sleep, her body on top of me. Her legs constantly rubbing my caged prick causing pain.
If you’re thinking I was in for a cage filled week, you’re dead wrong. Sorry, again where reality meets fantasy isn’t always so fun. I kept waking the fuck up. Moaning and waking Hillary up. It was really early in the morning, about one when she sighed and unlocked me.
I still had a massive and now red spotted erection. I managed to get to sleep. I should have jerked off, but I didn’t. I don’t remember my dreams, just waking up with an erection that hurt. Plus, it was REALLY early. My wife was already up in tight black yoga pants, the ones that make her legs and ass look REALLY good. She also had on her blue under armor workout bra/top. I call it the ‘electric blue’ workout bra because the design looks like lightening. Further, she had on her tan with orange lined Yeezy’s (again if you’re in Orlando at a park, look for tight yoga pants, big tits, a loud cute girl wearing Yeezy’s…might be her…buy her a drink). She likes her high-fashion. It dawned on me that Hillary had put makeup on and done her hair early, seemingly for the gym.
I asked, “What’s going on?”
She looked at me, and grabbed her stuff, “Going to the gym…are you coming?”
My wife seemed on a mission. She got to the car before I was even ready, and seemed quite annoyed to the point where she honked the horn. We got to the gym at like 710 AM, which for us on a vacation is a big FEAT. She drove like a banshee to get there. She started with squats, facing her ass where golfers drive by. There was something REALLY REALLY wrong with the picture. My wife, of all people is the one to call out girls who get dressed up for the gym. She hates the small gym top, tight shorts/yoga pants and makeup gym girl crowd. And here she was all decked out, with her hair done to boot. Further, these black yoga pants are shiny and tight in a way to accentuate her leg and ass muscles. They are NOT for working out.
But about five minutes into her routine, I watched a group of dudes in two carts role up across the parking lot and step out and walk towards the gym windows. The pro-shop and store wasn’t too far. A group of four men walked up. Two stopped about fifty feet from the window and watched my wife. I got the sneaking suspicion my wife specifically there for these men. They were all older.
As I rode the Elliptical I watched. I know she noticed them since she glanced to the large mirrored wall. She then proceeded to dip REALLY REALLY low. She was doing a circuit of squats and lunges. Normally we work out together, but I wasn’t even asked this time.
Sure as shit, Jarrod of all people appears with the other two men. He was smiling and looked into the gym. He was smiling ear to ear when he saw Hillary, and I shit you not, he pulled his phone out and showed two of the men (the younger of the four) something. I counted and it HAD to be the video of her blowing him. HAD to be. The two dudes kept looking into the gym and then down at his phone in utter disbelief. One of them shook his head and kept walking.
The group went by and went to the pro-shop. Hillary finished suddenly. “Let’s go. We have an hour.” I didn’t understand. There was clearly a plan in place here. One that I was nor privy to. But, again, my wife was on some mission. We raced home, and to be honest we weren’t at that gym long at all. Just long enough for her to do squats and get seen by Jarrod and his golf partners.
We made our way back to our time share suite which looks like a gated community. It surrounds the golf courses, if which there are several. My wife began shaving her legs, and then straitening her hair, as if we were going out to dinner or for drinks. This was 0730 in the morning.
My wife pulled on short Jean shorts that had those designed tears with the inner white pockets hanging low beyond the rip of the shorts. She rarely wore these because she didn’t like her ass in them. But they looked good then, with the bottom or her ass cheeks now on display. My hot wife then pulled on a tight black top, and undid the buttons to ****** her huge cleavage. She wasn’t finished.
I was shocked when my bride began to do her eyebrows dark and thick, and then apply full makeup. She pursed her lips and put dark maroon lipstick on. “Get my wedges!” She ordered seeming rushed. I did as told and watched her put them on. I helped her to her feet.
For this early, we started drinking. My wife crushed two seltzers. Quickly. And a shot of vodka. Then we puffed on a joint. My sexy wife looked like a stripped in the short shorts, tight top and heels with full makeup. She looked in her early twenties again. She seemed nervous and was texting. Her eyes watched out the mesh netted deck towards the course. She suddenly shot up after reading her phone. She clicked her fingers at me. “Get in the guest room and don’t you fucking DARE make a noise or come out.” This was a command and the look of seriousness in my wife’s eyes was shocking.
I did as told. I kept the door open a crack and then I pulled the dark semi-blackout shades closed so the room was dark. I watched the mirror on the wall that showed the living room.
My wife was in the kitchen preparing something. She rushed to the bedroom and passed my view. I could see the master bedroom. She came out with a pack of cigars she’d bought. With my money. Expensive cigars.
I heard a commotion from the deck. An electric sound. I heard a voice, “anyone home.”
“Heeyyyy,” my wife called and walked through the hall, through the living room and then disappeared on the deck.
It was Jarrod and his golf partners. My wife had gotten dressed up for then. To be his arm candy. His recruitment whore. Like she’d mentioned the night before. Showing them her tits, she remarked. It made sense now. There were introductions.
Someone, sounding younger than the others asked, “you must be Jarrod’s friend Hillary!”
My wife, for some unknown reason, answered in a Southern accent. “Friends?” she questioned, “Why, I hope you boys, if you’re his friends, don’t do the things Jarrod and I do together.” That got a huge laugh. I even chuckled. She joked about sex with him. Right away.
Still in a strange southern accent, she asked, “ya’ll need a drink? You look thirsty.” It was a weird thing to do, but in the top, shorts and heels in the South I guess looking back it made sense.
My wife went back to the kitchen, picked up the tray that room service and ice came in, and walked back to the deck holding it like a waitress. She had four beers, and cigars. One of the guys asked about whiskey. Hillary responded, “of course, we got Scotch, do you take it neat or on the rocks?” The twang still there. A little overboard actually.
“Neat…I’m not an animal, and I’d prefer Bourbon but Scotch will work,” the clearly elderly guy spoke. Not only was he insulting what I drank, and how I drank whiskey but he was going to drink MY whiskey. Everyone laughed, including my wife.
The smell of cigar smoke filled my nose. The conversation was light, and more quite. I couldn’t hear much except the laughs from jokes. From what my wife says, they talked about how great it was down here in Orlando. Jarrod and his partners kept yelling for people to “play through”. My wife, who I couldn’t see was apparently right in Jarrod’s lap, sharing a cigar.
I kept having to push back, because people kept using the guest bathroom that was in the hall next to the door I was behind. They didn’t need to come into the guest room. But that bathroom was so close I could hear the guys pissing. All of them.
At some point, my wife said something that I couldn’t hear. She told me later the guys were making fun of Jarrod for sucking, after talking a big game. My wife said to the groups, according to her, “Let’s see if I can get him to focus.”
That’s when I watched my wife pulling her elderly lover by the hand past my view and into the bedroom. The door closed.
One of the guys, who sounded like on of the older ones, commented how great the eleventh hole ‘watering hole’ was. I heard this because he said it loudly wanting laughs, which he got. Note: our suite is by hole 11 of one of the courses. Don’t ask me, cause I don’t know which course. There are three I think. Maybe less.
One of the younger guys (I think), said “and a hot waitress to boot.” Which got more laughs. Then they debated my wife versus the beer cart. My wife’s tits were apparently far better. And my wife was hotter in the face. Not as skinny or young though as the bar cart wench. This is what guys discuss if you wonder. But one did remark that my wife was great “spank bank” material. And that she looked like “She could suck and fuck with the best of em”.
As if on cue, my wife moaned from the master bedroom. “Uhhhhhhhh,” she mewled loud enough for the neighbors to hear. The sound of slapping bodies picked up. Jarrod had apparently bent my wife over, and pulled her shorts down. They were fucking hard and fast.
Laughter and hoots arose from the deck.
“I’m cumming. I’m cumming!” My wife shouted. “Oohhhh baby!” She was cooing like a pornstar with that whine.
Again, laughter and some applause, no fooling applause. They were quite impressed apparently that Jarrod was banging the girl.
The bedroom door opened and Jarrod and my wife were walking out, whispering. My wife was apparently telling him to wait to ‘zip up’. I would learn that this was all a game by my wife and Jarrod to make him look like a stud. Zipping his fly as he walked onto the deck and my wife buttoning her shirt were all part of the game. An emphasis on the implications that Jarrod had fucked the young big titted girl. Which he had.
Before leaving my wife brought the case of Budlight out and gave it to them. So if you’re counting, they got my cigars, the rest of my beer and ample views of my wife’s cleavage.
My wife and Jarrod’s plan apparently worked well. The elderly man would have new partners or investors or whatever.
When I heard them drive off I came out.
“That was awesome,” my wife giggled. She looked at me. “You better not have jerked off!”
I assured her I hadn’t.
She nodded, “Good cause if I gotta suffer with this young punks cock…you’re suffering too. You’re going in your cage.”
Damn.
