"Forty-eight minutes!" Alice gasped as she burst through the kitchen door on Sunday morning and grabbed the watch that lay on the counter. She was merely a few feet ahead of me but those few feet were important. She turned to face me, panting, her face sweaty and pink with exertion.
"I've never beaten you before!" she grinned broadly, leaning back against the table's edge, her eyes bright with excitement and glee.
"And you won't beat me again," I frowned then burst out laughing, "when my knee stops hurting you won't see me for dust!"
She stuck her tongue out at me then crossed to the sink and filled two tall glasses with cold water, handed one to me then took a long draft from hers as she began to recover her breath.
"Thanks," I smiled, taking a long cool sip, "you're getting faster every time."
I looked at my lovely sexy wife as her chest rose and fell, recovering her breath. Had she ever looked this good before? I doubted it. In her tight black capri-length running pants and her equally tight pink vest top, her slender, toned body and tiny breasts were displayed to their full, devastating effect. Pink striped running shoes and short white socks showed off her remaining Mediterranean tan beautifully, as did her long blonde hair tied back in a pony-tail. Without make-up and with the glow to her face and chest that the fresh air of our thrice-weekly run had brought, she was without a doubt the most attractive and sexy woman I knew.
And she was my wife and the mother of our two children! I was a lucky man.
It was true that she needed more and better sex than I was able to provide on my own but with the help of the She-Devil Carmen, we had found a way to provide what she needed.
It was nearly three weeks since our return from Spain and my wife's incredible multiple fucking by her new young lover Mitch; weeks in which our sex life had never been better. Alice and I had made love almost every day for the first two weeks, something that hadn't happened since we were first married and which was wonderful, if exhausting.
The physical evidence of her infidelity - the bite marks, hickeys and swollen vulva - had had taken well over a week to disappear but for that amazing ten days my arousal had been taken to new heights. Each tiny piece of evidence of Mitch's onslaught on her body reminded me every day of all I had seen, heard, smelled and tasted that incredible night. The idea of strangers, or even our friends seeing that evidence and maybe - just maybe - having an inkling what it meant drove me to wilder and more passionate sex with her - with better results for us both.
On one occasion, aided by our favourite ribbed and studded condoms, I had even brought her to a full-blown orgasm with my cock alone; a rare event for me and rarer still since Steve had first introduced her to the pleasures of other lovers with bigger, more expertly wielded erections than mine. As she had cuddled in my arms afterwards, her body trembling gently in the afterglow, I had touched her fading bite marks with my fingertips and kissed the line of hickeys on her soft smooth neck.
It had been a whole week in Cuckold Heaven.
Since then, the intensity of our lovemaking had moderated quite a lot to the extent that it had been three whole days since our last proper copulation and two weeks since Alice's last orgasm of any kind. There were already faint signs of her becoming dissatisfied with our sex life but she was probably not aware of it, unlike me who watched her every reaction carefully, wondering how long it would be before she needed to be comprehensively fucked by a lover once again.
Of course since the holiday, I also wondered who she would want that lover to be. Steve? Mitch? Or would she perhaps want someone new? And how would I know what to do to give her what she needed?
I supposed time would tell but right now she wanted me and that wasn't an opportunity to waste!
"I'm going for a shower," she announced, grinning meaningfully, "care to join me?"
My heart thumped. That invitation could only mean one, very welcome thing. Instinctively my eyes flicked up at the kitchen clock. Alice must have had the same thought.
"The kids won't be home until twelve," she insisted, "come on, Cucky Boy, you don't usually last THAT long... or will you surprise me today?
She raised her eyebrows playfully then turned and left the room. I watched her slender, athletic body as she went through the door then heard her wet trainers being dumped on the wooden floor of the hallway followed by her dainty sock-covered feet padding up the stairs. My own tight shorts were now painfully entangled around a respectable if not enormous erection.
I kicked off my own shoes and followed my sexy wife upstairs.
***
Later that afternoon, the kitchen was busy, noisy and happy as we got the family meal ready.
Sunday morning sex was unusual for us and we had both been in a good mood all afternoon. The actual sex hadn't lasted long and Alice hadn't come anywhere near orgasm despite using the ribbed and studded condoms but it hadn't mattered too much. Instead it been a close and loving experience and for me at least, very enjoyable. Indeed we had lain together afterwards for a long time, kissing and cuddling as I surreptitiously tried to find any last remaining evidence on my wife's lovely, firm body of Mitch's incredible fucking.
Sadly, to my disappointment, there was none.
When the kids had returned from their football training (yes, our daughter plays soccer too), we had made them shower and change then embark on whatever homework they had to finish. It took both of us to get this process started but eventually they were settled at the kitchen table and I started one of my other favourite activities; cooking Sunday lunch while supervising their work.
Alice as usual took the opportunity to go to the gym for her second class of the weekend and, also as usual, I admired her wonderful athletic body in its tight-fitting clothes as she smiled and departed.
When she returned two hours later, lunch was all but ready, the kids' homework was complete and after showering for the third time that day, she joined us to set the table and eat. I could tell she had something on her mind but from her slightly distracted demeanour I guessed it was a topic that couldn't be discussed in front of the kids.
My mind raced; the only really taboo subject in front of the kids was sex. I also knew that she often had coffee with Carmen after spinning classes and her late return probably meant today had been no exception.
The meal went down well accompanied by our usual boisterous conversation; that day revolving around our daughter's alleged and hotly disputed superiority to her brother in the soccer match they had played that morning. There was lots of laughter but several times I could see Alice looking straight at me with an odd expression on her face.
Normally after lunch we would insist that the kids helped clear away but to my surprise, Alice told them to go and play which astonished and delighted them but of course left the two of us alone in the kitchen. This could only mean she wanted to talk privately and I wondered anxiously what the news was.
"So was the class good?" I asked, using a safe opening gambit as I cleared the dessert plates.
"Very hard work today," she said, "I can't imagine why I was so tired."
The broad, almost lascivious grin on her face brought back the joy of that morning's wonderful sex and I grinned back. She bent over the dishwasher, her tight jeans accentuating her incredible figure and making me catch my breath. Was this gorgeous, sexy woman really my wife? Had I really made love to her only hours earlier?
"Did you have coffee afterwards?" I asked in an attempt to distract both myself and my growing erection.
"Mmmm," she nodded, finishing the one glass of wine she had allowed herself, "Carmen was there as usual."
"And how was the She-Devil," I wondered, "still plotting our degradation?"
I hadn't seen Carmen properly since our return from Spain where over four days she had manipulated the pair of us into allowing Alice to receive the longest and most comprehensive fucking of her entire life from a twenty year old junior Olympic swimmer with the largest cock I had ever seen.
"I don't remember you objecting to anything at the time, Cucky-Boy," Alice replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "and yes, I do know what happened between you and Carmen in the bedroom next door."
I blushed despite myself. While Mitch had been fucking my wife for the second or third time in a single evening, I had brought Carmen to orgasm in the room next door as we listened to their illicit copulation through the thin wall. I had only used my mouth but it had worked to an unexpectedly spectacular degree.
"Don't look so worried," Alice said, sidling up to me, "I'm hardly going to object, am I? And you really are very good with that tongue of yours!" she added under her breath.
I glowed with pleasure at the compliment before she dropped the bombshell.
"Oh, and did you know your best friend's pregnant!" she said in an unconvincingly casual manner.
"What?" I exclaimed in astonishment, stopping dead in my tracks. I must have misheard her.
"Carmen," she continued, speaking slowly as if to an imbecile, "she's having a baby; up the duff; in the club!"
"You're kidding!" I said, unable to believe my ears.
"No, I'm not kidding. She told me they've been trying for a baby for a few months," Alice continued as my mouth dropped open in astonishment, "and she thinks she might just be pregnant already."
My head span. Carmen pregnant? That extraordinary, womanly body might actually have a baby growing inside it? Oh my God!
"Wow!" was all I could say, "um... how pregnant is she? How many weeks?"
"Well she thinks she's about a month gone so she's keeping it quiet. Not even Steve knows yet, but she said she had to tell someone and she thought I would understand!"
"Wow!" I mumbled a second time.
