This is a cuckold story, so be prepared. At the end, the husband doesn't hit his wife, or shoot her, or beat her lover with a baseball bat. In fact, at the end of the story, she is sitting on an airplane, with her insides full of her lover's ejaculate, while her husband sits at home contemplating his breakfast routine.
A cuckold is a man whose wife has sex with another man, with or without his knowledge, with or without his consent. A cuckold story is any in which the wife is fooling around with somebody other than her husband. I thought I would try my hand at writing one of these, just to see what happens.
This is pretty much just a discussion between two girlfriends about an extra marital affair, with little actual sex described. You can love it, hate it, tell me weren't impressed, or even comment that it's the best thing since sliced bread. Let me know. That's what the comments section is for.
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The airport in Jacksonville is warm and inviting, and not nearly as big as you would think it needs to be. There are palm trees everywhere, and the overall effect is that it is more the lobby of a resort hotel as opposed to the central hub of a dozen different airlines. Despite the small-town feel, it isn't unusual when a limousine pulls up in the drop off area, and two people get out. Their kiss ended a moment too soon for them to be husband and wife, but lasted a moment too long for them to be 'just friends'. He put his few bags of a baggage trolley and heads down towards a flight leaving for Dallas, his next stop before going home to Oakland. The limo driver put her luggage on a different cart, and the attendant follows her as she heads for the plane to San Francisco. For the long trip home she will sit on the plane with a bit more than a kiss from her lover to keep her company.
Stacey flipped open her cel phone as soon as the flight attendant let the passengers know that it was okay to use electronic devices, and clicked the speed dial for her co-worker Vicky. She knew it was early, but she just was just bursting with excitement. There was no way she could sit still for five hours with nobody to talk to.
Vicky's voice was groggy and heavy with sleep when she answered, "Hello?"
"Vick, I'm sorry that I had to wake you, but I had to tell somebody!"
"Hey, Stacey. It's six a.m. on a Friday, for crying out loud. I took the day off to get some rest, and you wake me up?" Vicky stifled a yawn. "You better make it worth my while. I haven't heard hide nor hair from you since you left, except for that one message. I take it your week long 'conference' went well?"
"That's the fucking understatement of the century! I almost stayed another week."
"I'm sure that would have gone over well with Geoff. You remember Geoff, don't you? Your husband?"
"Oh, don't be such a downer. Yes, I remember my husband. Geoff's a good guy; he's just not that exciting. Besides, an 'I love you and miss you' phone call every night was more than enough to keep him in the dark."
"And keep the dark inside you, too, right?"
Stacey let out a laugh at her friend's joke. Her voice was giddy with excitement, and she said in a conspiratorial tone, "I've got a bit of Malcolm inside me right now, in fact. Geoff surprised me with a limo ride to and from the airport to show me how much he loved me, and I took full advantage and had one last ride on Malcolm to finish off the week. It was better than the limo from the airport to the hotel on the first day; back then I had dry mouth from trying to lubricate that monster of his, and it still took a while to work him inside me! The driver thought we were nuts; five hours on a plane, and we wanted to go for a tour of the city before going to the hotel." Stacey smiled at the memory, and squirmed in her seat a little. "The trip this morning was fantastic. Hell, it's amazing how much you can during a forty minute car ride if you put your mind to it. Good thing I had some pads with me, or my skirt would have a stain that even dry cleaning couldn't get out!" she laughed.
There was some muffled noise on Vicky's end of the connection as she shifted in bed. "Hang a sec, Stace. I'm gonna put you on speaker. As long as I am up, I might as well get the day started. It may be nine in Jacksonville, but the sun hasn't made an appearance yet this morning, and I'm a bit groggy. Let me grab something to eat, and you can tell me all about it." Stacey heard the phone click over to the hollow echo she knew was the speaker phone.
"There. Now, give me the dirty details! Was he worth it, or wasn't he? Have you scratched your itch? Are you going to leave your faithful but ignorant husband for your new lover, or are you going to see if Geoff is into being the wimp husband?"
Stacey's emotional damn broke open. "Oh-my-god, Vicky, it was incredible. I mean, he was incredible. It wasn't like those rushed little hand quickies back home. He fucked me royally for the past week."
"Really?" Vicky sounded a little distracted, or at least still sleepy. "What are we talking, four, five times? Surely not more than that. You had to work sometime,"
"You gotta be kidding me, Vick! Once I got used to the monster cock, I figure I drained it twenty times at least -- I lost count after that. By yesterday, Malcolm could hardly walk, and I wasn't much better."
"Drained? Did you, ahem, do more than just fuck him? Did you make it to any of the conference sessions, or did you just fuck?"
"Hell yes, I drained him, every way I could think of! By Wednesday, I could get almost half that monster in my mouth and throat. You saw the pictures I sent, didn't you? He's huge!"
"If they hadn't been from your phone, I never would have believed that was you. It looked like you were just using that meat of his to pleasure yourself. Stace, you give a whole new meaning to the phrase, 'human resources', you know that? All this time in the same department and it takes a trip to Florida for you two to hook up."
"We weren't exactly strangers, Vicky. There were a few other times when I got my hands on that cock. Just never like this."
"Did you give him your ass?"
