Chapter 20. Duncan. (June 2000)
Hubby's first humiliation.
I have no idea how hubby met Duncan but think it might have been during a business trip. Anyway the plan was this. On the Friday we would drive to Duncan's house, a journey of approximately fifty miles, where hubby would watch Duncan making love to me. After a restaurant meal hubby would then drive home leaving me to spend the night with Duncan, returning to collect me sometime during Saturday. The plan worked to perfection, despite an unexpected refinement made to it by Duncan. But more of that at the appropriate place.
I felt a bit nervous during the drive knowing next to nothing about the guy I was to spend the night with. I'd seen a couple of photos of Duncan but that was it and when he opened the door to us I was surprised to see his flaming red hair. It looked a far brighter red than the ginger haired guy in the photos and I was subsequently surprised to find the same flaming red hair covering his body. Duncan was a very hirsute guy!
Much older than us, Duncan was a twice married and divorced guy of fifty four.
Quietly confident from the beginning Duncan told hubby to close the door while taking me in his arms for a kiss.
"Hmm yes, you're as attractive as J said. I think we're going to have fun." Duncan smiled, still holding me in his arms.
"So, you want to watch me seduce your wife do you?" he smiled at hubby now.
"Yes." J's voice sounded strained as he added, "Yes please."
"Good, you've remembered your instruction to treat me with respect. Never forget I'm doing you a favour."
"No of course not, I'm very grateful to you."
Duncan eyed hubby speculatively, a wry smile on his face, while slowly caressing the back of my ears. My body was already tingling under his delicate touch and I knew that the encounter was going to be something special, for both hubby and myself.
In the lounge Duncan asked if I'd like a drink, not including J in his invitation, and I said I'd have a sparkling water if he one.
"Of course, I'll have the same." Duncan said before instructing hubby to fetch them from the fridge.
J promptly scuttled off to the kitchen, and I mean scuttled, Duncan commenting that he liked to see a well trained husband. We were kissing again when J returned with the drinks on a tray, his hands seeming to shake a little.
"Good boy." Duncan said in a patronising tone. "No alcohol for me tonight, I want to keep a clear head to give this lovely girl my full attention. I want to return your wife to you fully satisfied and satiated by my love making, or to put it more crudely, well and truly fucked."
His hands were moving slowly over my body then and he smiled to feel my nipples hardening beneath my clothing. I wore a belted skirt, the buckle of which Duncan undid to ease my blouse free from the waistband. Looking into my eyes, a half-smile on his face, Duncan slowly undid all the buttons and opened my blouse. Then he slid it over my shoulders, down my arms, and finally tossed it across to hubby standing nearby. Next he did the same with my bra, deftly unclipping it, and once off again tossing it to hubby.
"You can hold your wife's clothes while I strip her," he grinned at hubby who was beginning to look flushed. "Perhaps it's one of the few things you're fit for!"
Before continuing though Duncan took my breasts in his hands to raise them one at a time to his lips. While he licked and kissed my nipples I couldn't resist a quick grope of his crotch and was rewarded by feeling a promisingly large bulge!
"Like the feel of it Sandi?"
"Oh yes, very nice."
"Bigger than hubby's?"
"Possibly, I'm not sure."
"Actually I know it is because I've seen J's pathetic little dick during our transactions. Isn't that right?"
Hubby's affirmative reply was barely audible and with a laugh Duncan deftly removed my skirt and handed it to J. before standing back to look me over.
"Very very nice, you're a lucky man." Duncan remarked to hubby as I stood before him in just panties, stockings and suspender belt. "But wasted on a wimp like you, a confessed cuckold. You're pathetic."
Duncan contempt was palpable now but I knew that this was exactly the sort of treatment hubby was hoping for, though admittedly I found it difficult to comprehend.
Moving quicker now, Duncan began undressing; pausing to tell J that there was something he could do for him.
"What's that?"
"Take your wife's panties off ready for me and escort her up to my bedroom." Duncan said, staring into hubby's face.
Was this a test, a sort of battle of wills? If so Duncan won because hubby lowered his face, his voice sounding strained as he said, "Of course, as you wish."
Duncan's triumph was plain to see as he continued undressing while watching hubby drawing my panties down and off.
