Chapter 8 - Cuck-a-doodle-do
I woke up with a massive hangover. I'd probably had a few more bourbons than I should have the previous night, on top of copious amounts of wine during dinner and cocktails before.
I looked over at my wife, who was still dead to the world. I'd grown accustomed to her wake-up blowjobs, but it was highly doubtful that it was going to happen again that morning. Just as well.....I was in desperate need of a shower, and Stephanie would likely demand to have one too. Her body had been abused...inside and out...particularly during the after-dinner activities.
I popped a couple of Advils for my headache, took a quick shower and threw on a bathing suit and long-sleeve T-shirt, as it was still a bit cool out. Maybe this was the morning I'd be able to go for a quiet paddle on the lake, and not get distracted by a masturbating vixen down on the dock.
The cottage was silent when I went downstairs. It seemed everyone was sleeping off the previous night's debauchery. I grabbed an orange juice and made myself an espresso, then ventured down to the dock.
I slipped the canoe into the water at the beach and paddled out into the lake. It was like glass, and the only activity was a loon near the far shore, which was diving for its breakfast.
I hadn't had any alone time all weekend, so it was a rare opportunity to contemplate the events of the weekend, and of the past two weeks. It seemed hard to believe how I'd gone from a state of extreme sexual frustration to constant sexual exhilaration in such a short period of time, and how my wife, whom I'd always adored, was at the centre of it.
I knew that the swapping and group sex Stephanie and I had been loving wasn't going to be a regular thing, even if it had jump-started our sex lives back in the city after our first visit here. I also knew I might eventually be playing with fire if I let my relationship with Erin, or my burgeoning affair with her alluring mother, get too serious.
Conversely, Stephanie had hooked up with Aaron the first chance she had the previous day, and that could cause strains in our marriage. Even though Stephanie was a good 10 years older than the celebrated chef, she looked much younger than her actual age, and the two of them would come across as a more natural couple than he would with Gigi.
In no time, I was circling the island where I'd taken Cassandra a couple of weeks ago, and Lisa the previous day. Why hadn't I spent some quality time here with my own wife? I made a mental note to suggest coming over here later for the anal adventure she'd been teasing me with all weekend.
Lacking any female companionship, I decided not to stop at the island, and turned back to the cottage. Lisa's reminder that Erin would be arriving that morning might have had something to do with that. I swore to myself not to distract her from her new boyfriend. While she said she was bringing him with her to introduce him to her parents, I knew she wanted me to meet him too.
I pulled the canoe onto the beach and climbed the steps to the cottage. There was still no activity in the kitchen, and the living room was littered with empty glasses and bottles, wet towels and the well-used mattress.
When I reached the door of our room, I could hear Stephanie moaning. I opened the door, only to see Aaron fucking my wife from behind. They were so into it that they didn't even notice me until I closed the door behind me, a bit more loudly than I might have otherwise. Stephanie looked up, but she was far from flustered.
"Oh good, there you are. I was hoping you'd catch me in the act," she said. "Maybe this will teach you not to abandon your horny wife."
"Ummm, you were sleeping, and I didn't want to wake you," I replied. Aaron continued to drive his long dick into her pussy.
"Yeah, well I really needed some cock. So I texted both of the other guys. No reply from Tyler, but Aaron said he'd be over in five minutes, just in time for me to grab a quick shower and wash last night off me!"
"I had the same problem," Aaron said, finally acknowledging my presence. "You know when you wake up with morning wood and your partner is out of it? There was no waking Gigi, so Stephanie's message came at the perfect time."
"Well, don't let me interrupt you," I said, grabbing the door handle as I prepared to leave.
"You're not going anywhere, Michael," Stephanie commanded. "You're going to sit down and watch me get fucked."
"I feel like I'm the odd man out in one of those cuck videos we watched last week," I protested.
"That's where I got the idea. Plus I really love Aaron's cock. So sit down, shut up and enjoy the show!"
As uncomfortable as it was to watch my loving wife getting fucked by another guy, it was pretty hot. She was rubbing her clit while Aaron continued his assault on her pussy.
"Right there! That's it! Keep fucking me like this."
At times, it seemed she'd forgotten I was in the room, but every once in a while, she'd open her eyes and give me a wicked smile.
Suddenly her lover pulled out and threw her on her back. He mounted her and drove his cock back in as she wrapped her long legs around his back.
"Okay, give it to me. Give it to me hard. Make me cum!" she cried.
I'd been with Stephanie enough to know that she would be squeezing his cock as hard as she could, to encourage him to finish and to give her a massive orgasm. After a couple more minutes of wanton fucking, the two of them came simultaneously, with my wife squirting all over the sheets.
"Oh my fucking God. I've never done that before. See how you need to fuck me, cuck? I'm glad I made you watch."
I was now feeling more than a little inadequate, knowing full well it wouldn't take another trip to the cottage for these two to get together again. It was one thing dealing with Tyler and his big cock being in her on occasion, but I didn't get the sense that the two of them would make it a regular thing. Aaron would be different.
He'd barely pulled out of my wife's swollen pussy before he excused himself and left our room, grabbing a pair of boxer shorts on the way out. Stephanie was lying on her back, with her eyes closed, still savouring the experience.
"Well, that was weird," I began. "I mean, I'm not going to tell you you can't have fun, but I'm not sure I really wanted to watch."
"But now I don't have to give you a play-by-play of my morning," Stephanie joked. "Okay, I get it. That was a bit cruel of me. Let's not watch any more of those videos."
"Hard to believe that there's porn out there that's too out there for us," I replied, "especially lately."
"I promise I'll make it up to you later," Stephanie said, raising herself from the bed. "I still have a headache from last night, and I'm famished. Let me grab another quick shower and we'll go downstairs."
I wandered out onto the deck while she was showering. It was warming up, so I decided to change into a short-sleeve shirt and shorts. Then I remembered the photos from Friday night, and started scrolling through them.
Stephanie had been right. The light from the candelabra made our room was perfect for our photo shoot. As amazing as she looked naked, the ones when she was still wearing the blouse and thong were equally erotic. I decided to wait until we got home to do any edits; I always find it better to do that on a desktop screen than on my phone.
Stephanie emerged naked from the bathroom and went over to choose some clothes.
"Are you trying to seduce me already?" I asked. Truth be told, I hadn't fully lost the erection I got watching her getting destroyed by Aaron, and now I was rock-hard after looking at the photos of her.
"We still have plenty of time. And I know that island is where you take the other sluts to fuck them. What about going with your wife for a change?"
