This story is the continuation of a cuckold couple's journey. I would advise that the reader starts at Chapter 1 to grasp the ongoing journey of a cuckold couple.
A quick reminder, if extra marital sex offends you, or as I expect it's not something for you, there are plenty more stories on this site that will suit your taste.
I have read many negative comments on my own stories and others who have similar cuckold, hotwife themes.
I'm trying to prevent this from becoming a blog, but I seem to be failing miserably. I had a reminder that my last writings were two years ago and I have decided to put pen to paper once again, so to speak.
After our involvement with Ben there was no slowing of the cuckolding. A few regular guy's and subsequent meetings with their friends followed. The ongoing situation with Pete the 'boyfriend' and a crazy New Years Eve party in 2019 proved we were not showing signs of ever slowing down. In fact Angela's appetite for different sex encounters was growing as she hooked up with more men.
The time has passed very quickly and therefore it feels appropriate to write a short piece to reaffirm a few things about my wife and me.
I am a sterotypical cuckold, I have a younger wife who enjoys good sex. Also I'm a considerate loving, average looking husband with a submissive nature. I'm 5'8" in height and 150lb, and yes, before the haters start, I am truly not very well endowed. When we want to play Angela always selects bigger, fitter, often younger, well endowed men and that's the plain truth. There would be little point in having fun with other guys who mirror image me.
I like the fact she has her own mind and she chooses the type of man she finds sexually attractive. Angela will on occasions, play alone with a boyfriend/bull. Sometimes I will be in the next room or downstairs and I will be able to hear them. The perfect time however, is when I watch her having sex and I may or may not join in, my wife has had experiences with two or three guys at the same time. Angela is a female who enjoys sex, and lots of it. I simply love to hear and see her fully pleasured in a way I am unable to match.
The restrictions during the pandemic are extremely difficult for everyone and I understand why we need to follow them. I realise we have been very fortunate. It is nowhere near such an important issue, but it does put our lifestyle on hold somewhat. In between the lockdowns we opened our home to a lodger, it was partly for company after the first lockdown as we have no children. It was also partly for additional male company for Angela, if anything happened in the bedroom it was a bonus but if not, that was fine too.
The search for an attractive lodger took a while, but we made contact with a guy called Paul. Angela said she found him very attractive, he is 6'2" weighing around 200lb and of muscular, large build. Paul was born in the UK and both his parents originate from Jamaica.
He lives about one hundred and fifty miles away from us and is a construction project manager. Paul is in a relationship with Becky and speaks to her a couple of times in the week and goes home every other weekend. The contract he was working on lasted for two months, during which time we got to know him quite well, in fact very well.
Angela wanted him to be aware of our relaxed lifestyle and mostly wore short pyjamas around the house in the hope of getting Paul's attention. It was her standard loungewear as she works from home at the moment. Paul would definitely have noticed that she never wore a bra or panties underneath and often brushed past him or she would bend over very suggestively to reveal enough to tease.
After the first two weeks we were all comfortable in each others company, Paul said he felt at home and jokingly mentioned Angela's 'casual' working clothes as very different. The first weekend Paul spent with us was interesting to say the least.
This is Angela's account of how it unfolded.
I have the weekend off to a perfect start, Alan is out cycling and Paul was out jogging. The perfect time to have a long soak in a hot bath, I didn't expect Paul to come back so soon and he didn't realise (apparently) that anyone was at home.
I was stretched out in the tub when the door suddenly opened and who should walk in on me. Paul stood in the doorway to the bathroom in just his boxers, I did not have time to cover up.
He stared at me, and not with any eye contact, his gaze fixed on my naked body, he looked so confused and did not know what to say. Eventually he stammered out, "I'm err, errm, I'm sorry," but he still didn't move and just continued staring at me. I had to stare back too, his fit body was sweaty from his run and he looked so hot, I couldn't help but notice how he perfectly filled out his boxers.
"I'm so sorry," he apologised again. I teased him by suggestively rubbing soap on my boobs.
"So Paul, are you going to join me or would you please close the door on your way out," I said with lots of giggling, his reply was short and apologetic.
"Your husband... he trailed off, I'm sorry, I will shower when you're done," he said and looked so sheepish as he closed the door behind him. Bless him I thought I was soon out of the tub with a towel wrapped around me and I knocked on the spare bedroom door. Paul apologised again, I told him it was no big deal. Then I thought I would keep teasing him some more.
"Did you like seeing me in the bath Paul?"
He was so uncomfortable, "it was accidental, you should have locked the door." he said in a raised voice.
"Why? You knew I was in there Paul, I think you wanted to see me naked," I was trying to keep a straight face while I teased him.
"I'm so sorry, I will knock first next time," he said.
I persisted, "it's too late now, you have seen me, you had a long enough look. Tell me what do you think, did you like what you saw?"
"Err no I didn't, oh shit, errr, I mean of course I did, you look lovely, I mean hot."
He was so embarrassed.
"It's okay Paul, we won't tell my husband, will we?"
"Err no, good idea," at that point we could hear the garage door, Alan had just got back so Paul went down for a drink of water. I could hear them chatting so I got dressed.
I did of course tell Alan all about it, he was more than happy. He fantasised about Paul ogling me in the bath and what it could lead on to.
The weekend after Paul returned home before coming back to us on the Monday. We chatted about our weekend and Paul was telling us about his weekend at home. Apparently he and Becky argued, which was common when he was away from home for long periods. When he was he would call her most evenings and at the weekends in between.
We all had a busy week workwise, Paul seemed stressed out, he had to get his sleeves rolled up and help his team on the job. When he came home on Friday the manual work and his working clothes made him look so much more rugged, a real alpha male. I couldn't take my eyes off him, he is seriously fit.
It was a giant step forward, Alan was out jogging this evening, Paul was in his bedroom and I had just finished working so I thought I would take a shower in our en-suite. I have thoughts about Paul walking in again and with that in mind I always take a bath or shower when Alan goes out and I never lock the door. I'm probably dreaming but Paul might try to take advantage of me if I'm lucky.
The thing is, a major stroke of coincidence happened which helped me no end.
I had just turned the shower on and stepped into the enclosure when a HUGE spider dropped down from the shower head, I screamed and jumped out of the shower. Paul came rushing to the door to see if I was okay. I was petrified and screamed at him to get rid of a massive spider for me. He was far more cautious this time though and asked if I was decent for him to come in. I grabbed a towel quickly and wrapped it loosely around myself and said it was okay for him to come in. I just wanted that spider gone as soon as possible. To my surprise Paul only had on a pair of white Calvin Klein boxer shorts which clung tightly to his body, he apologised for his dress, but as I screamed so loud he assumed it was a dire emergency.
I pointed up to the beast in the shower, Paul had to step into the enclosure to turn off the shower first, he got soaked as he scooped up the spider in his large hands. He turned to face me and asked me to open the window, I froze on the spot and I could only stare at his fit body. He had to repeat, "the window Angela?" In a daze I opened the fan light window as Paul dropped the spider outside. He turned to face me as he moved towards the door.
"I'm sorry you got so wet Paul, I think you need a towel," I said.
I was staring at his crotch again, the wet white cotton material was pretty much transparent showing his big balls stretching at the base of his underwear. His penis was dead upright and a good size, I could even make out some of the thick veins, his very bulbous head was very prominent. He looked down and realised I could see everything.
"Do you think I need a towel Angela?" he said with a big smile.
I smiled back,"you can have mine if you want it?" I dropped my towel and for the second time Paul stared at my naked body.
This time he didn't leave the room, he took two steps towards me, his big strong arms pulled me in, my boobs squeezed against his bare chest. He was tall and had to bend his neck, his lips locked on to mine, my heart was racing as his tongue explored my mouth. The kissing was deep, passionate and spontaneous, his hands were stroking through my hair before sliding down my back and gripping my bottom. We were both gasping and catching our breath, I whispered in his ear.
"We only have about 15 to 20 minutes before Alan comes home, do you want me to help you out of your wet boxers?"
