This is a cuckolding/hot-wife themed story. Please be aware of that. This story features humiliation and husband domination in an erotic form. It features erotic cruelty. It is a fantasy for a select group of readers. Please be warned. Please be aware.
This tale has the below characters.
Kirstin: an attractive housewife/hot-wife and mother
Darren: Kirstin's cuckolded husband
Kyle: a hopeless guy, who finally gets some
As always, I will delete any rude and useless comments. I will routinely discard any nasty and worthless email. I hope those who enjoy cuckolding/hot-wife stories enjoy this.
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PART ONE -- ONE MAN'S HUNGER FOR ANOTHER MAN'S WIFE
Kirstin just couldn't help herself: she liked stirring Kyle up. Kyle was a socially awkward and inept sort of guy. He was an annoying know it all at times. He was arrogant sometimes. He was depressed sometimes. He brooded unnecessarily sometimes. He was a pushover. He was a simp. He wasn't very successful with women.
Kyle had to be the most sexually frustrated male, Kirstin had ever come across. He always looked desperate. He was always asking some girl out and always receiving rejections. He leered at all the females without trying to hide his interest at all. Kyle liked to stare. Kyle liked to lick his lips. Kyle was a sleazy creep, according to the ladies.
And what made matters worse, from the female point of view was Kyle's general lack of effort when it came to his appearance. Kyle was a tall skinny male. He looked gawky. He was usually unshaven and his hair was constantly un-brushed. He dressed badly in ill fitting t-shirts, droopy jeans and soiled runners.
Kirstin wondered about Kyle: she often asked her husband, Darren, who was Kyle's closest friend, whether Kyle would ever get the plot, find a woman and settle down? The inevitable response from Darren was a shrug.
"I don't know if he ever will," Darren commonly answered, "Kyle's 31 now and he hasn't had a girlfriend in years. I don't know how he's going to get on. All the girls run the other way, whenever he approaches them."
Kirstin always smiled sadly. She always nibbled her upper lip thoughtfully.
"I did try to set him up with my mate, Karen," Kirstin commonly said, "but she ran a mile, when she first met him."
"I know, Kirstin," Darren commonly said, "I remember. It was a painful thing to watch. He just leers at women. He's so obvious. He's so desperate."
"I've never met a hornier guy," Kirstin softly said, her eyes growing wide. "Oh my God, he's just so horny!"
Kirstin couldn't help herself: she liked stirring Kyle up. She was the perfect woman to do it as well. Kirstin was 31 years old. She was married to Darren and was the mother of 2 young children. She was an attractive female with a quick mind and a sense of humor. Kyle definitely leered at Kirstin and made his desire for her obvious whenever they all got together.
It was a sort of in-joke between Darren and his wife. Both of them knew Kyle had a crush on Kirstin. Darren knew his gawky clueless buddy had a thing for Darren's wife. It was no big deal. Darren wasn't offended. Kirstin thought it was funny. She loved the attention. She liked playing with her husband's desperate friend. She was always fussing over him and talking about him. Darren knew what Kirstin was up to and he really didn't mind at all. Kirstin was married to Darren. Kirstin loved Darren. Kirstin was the mother of Darren's kids. Any fun Kirstin had with Kyle was just fun, as far as Darren was concerned.
But why not, Darren thought. It was only natural that a gawky leering guy like Kyle would get super gawky and leering when spending any amount of time around Darren's woman. Kirstin was a beautiful little wife and mother. She was 5 foot, 3 inches tall. She had long fine brown hair. She had light grey eyes. She had a brilliant smile. She had sensitive, exquisitely rendered facial features. Her skin was tanned. Her body was hourglass shaped. She was physically perfect, in the opinion of many men.
Kyle was surely smitten with Kirstin. He was in love with the physical Kirstin, but Darren and his wife were sure Kyle was infatuated with her bubbly, but strong personality, and her willingness to flirt with Kyle, and not get offended by the way Kyle constantly stared at her. There weren't many women who were happy to receive Kyle's leers and poorly worded innuendos. Kirstin didn't mind. She liked playing with him. She liked stirring him up. She really, really liked her husband's friend.
Again it was a private joke between Darren and his wife. Both of them knew Kyle loved and desperately wanted Kirstin, but neither of them felt a need to set Kyle straight. Darren's friend was just really horny, they thought and neither Darren nor Kirstin took offence. Stirring Kyle up was a game. Kirstin liked playing games. She enjoyed Kyle's crude attention and Darren liked watching his wife flirt with his friends.
The situation was illustrated so perfectly by a memory. Darren remembered a moment, a few years ago, when a drunken Kyle had made an inappropriate confession to Darren. The two of them were having a drink or three together in a bar. They were by themselves. They were discussing their favorite topic -- Kirstin. Kyle loved discussing Darren's wife and Darren enjoyed it as well. The two of them could talk about Kirstin for hours on end.
"I really want to fuck, Kirstin," Kyle had suddenly blurted out at one point. "I want her so bad, dude. I just want to fuck her senseless, dude."
"Yeah, I know," Darren had responded, with a smile.
"I would love to take her away somewhere for a week," Kyle had said, with a hopeful expression on his face. "We would never leave the hotel bedroom."
"Ah yeah, I would say so," Darren commented, aware that his friend was silently pressuring him to make his wife available to Kyle.
Darren remembered sitting there on his bar stool, feeling intoxicated, while smiling and nodding at his horny friend as Kyle went on and on, verbalizing his need for Kirstin. Darren realized most men would have found Kyle's comments completely out of line and a good reason to end a friendship. Some guys might have even gotten into an argument or even a fist fight over those sorts of words.
Maybe Darren was unusual, but watching his friend express his desire for Kirstin made him excited. Kyle's hunger for Kirstin made Darren's dick hard. Darren always smiled. Darren never told Kyle he was being out of line. Darren never set any boundaries and Kyle always overstepped the mark.
"What's she like in bed, man," Darren remembered Kyle asking him with a desperate expression.
"Fantastic," Darren had admitted with a grin, before the two of them had actually talked about Kirstin's sexual performance. "She's amazing in bed."
"Man, I'm so jealous," Kyle said with a desperate whine, his watery eyes leering, actually adjusting the obvious bulge in his pants in front of Kirstin's husband.
Darren had smiled and then he picked up his glass of beer and drank.
"Oh boy," Kyle had continued, while Darren drank his glass of beer, "one of these days I'm going to fuck her, dude. I'm going to do your hot wife. I could do her in front of you, if you want, dude."
Darren remembered. He had arrived home drunk, later that night, by himself. He had actually told Kirstin about his conversation with Kyle. He told Kirstin that his friend wanted to take her to bed. Kirstin had asked him to recount Kyle's every word and Darren did so as best as he could. Kirstin had asked Darren to tell her how he felt and what he had said in response to Kyle's words and he did so. Kirstin had softly smiled and her eyes lit up again and again as she listened and learnt more.
"Oh wow really? He used those words? That's so crude," Kirstin had softly said, before her smile grew wider and her facial features flushed. "I knew he wanted to go to bed with me, but I didn't realize he was that desperate for me - awww, what a horny guy!"
