Average – that's how you would describe 99% of my life. An auditor senior with PWC, 2 bed home in the 'burbs, silver 3 series in the drive. Married for a little over 3 years – cuckolded for nearly a year.
A cuckold, for the un-initiated, is a man who allows his wife to 'be' with other men. Thereafter the number of permutations is almost limitless from a knowing acceptance of her excuses (sick relation etc) to full submissive, watching, arranging, participation etc.
Until now my wife had always gone out to meet her fella, her stud, known as 'bulls'. His wife worked shifts and I am often away so it was convenient. It progressed to the point where I was often at home and she would go out then tell me all about it. I always liked to hear the sordid details, I'm a little masochistic that way.
Today would be different. A first for both of us. And a new aspect to our relationship.
I came home a little after 1pm. Caroline was in the bathroom fixing her make-up – she looked fabulous. Dressed like she was going out clubbing or on one of her dates. She had a tight white blouse unbuttoned just enough to show the top of the breasts an indecently short black skirt and her bright red, fuck me now, 4" stilettoes.
"You're home early" She said clearly surprised at my afternoon arrival.
"Yes" with a questioning tone that signaled the change of subject "are you going out?". Caroline always dressed sexy but conservatively. Even when she was out on a date she was business like (even though she would normally be concealing slutty underwear).
"No – you are" She fired back "Dave's coming over and you cannot be here".
"What's he coming over for?" I asked inviting her to play.
She played "Dave, my boyfriend – you know the one with the nice fat cock? Is stopping by on his way to work (he also works shifts) and he is going to use his little whore – your wife – fuck her good, maybe even let me suck on his nice FAT cock" She was in domineering mode now standing legs wide apart so the hem of her skirt was taught. She pulled on my tie so I moved into her, lowered her voice and iterated each nasty word as she described what was about to happen.
We kissed passionately, the thought alone was turning me on. My hand came up her thigh and began massaging to soft, already damp, pussy. She broke off. "Seriously you can't be here when he arrives".
A mischievous thought entered my head "Do you mean I can't be here or he mustn't know I'm here?" I asked "there is a difference you know?" She pondered for a minute.
"Ok" She replied "You want to hang around?" with that She turned back to the mirror and reapplied her lipstick. "He'd better not know you here – promise me".
"Promise" I said "I'll stay in the main bathroom – quiet as a mouse.
She disappeared downstairs removing any trace of my entrance as I closed the door and waited for our guest. Then waited some more. A good twenty minutes had passed before finally the door bell rang. I could only hear muffled sounds before he was ordered inside. Apologizing he was late – an accident on the motorway meant he would have to be away sharp.
"That's fine" She said "but you're not going anywhere until I've had you – I am so horny" as she headed up the stairs before crashing into the spare bedroom. "God I need some cock" was followed by the unmistakable sound of a zipper coming down.
He groaned as she began sucking on his cock. "You are horny today aren't you?" he told rather than asked "we'll you just suck on that then your master will give you what you need".
Master! – What the fuck!! My dominant mistress was some-else's slave.
A few minutes later "Enough" he exclaimed "Let me see it – did you do as I instructed?".
"Yes master" she replied meekly.
I had to see. Opening the door just a fraction first I noticed their bedroom door open – good the bed was on the back wall. But I could see them, from behind, in the mirror.
She pulled her skirt up and climbed onto the bed as if ready for doggy style. Her sweet ass so inviting, so suckulant, so fuckable and alas so unavailable.
"Then tell me what you have done" he instructed.
