It was Saturday morning three weeks after the New Year ball. I had already taken our two kids to their regular sporting activities – in this case soccer training for both of them - while my lovely, unfaithful wife Alice was still sleeping the sleep of the not-very-innocent.
The day was beautiful; cold and bright. I had just changed into my running kit for a half hour's chilly trip down the local canal towpath and was looking for my muddy 'outdoor' training shoes when I became aware of a presence in a long, pale gown drifting silently into the room behind me.
I turned to confront the apparition which of course was Alice in her winter bathrobe. She looked pale and very tired but there was a contented glow about her that I recognised only too well.
"M'ng," she mumbled as she crossed the room and flopped onto a hard-backed chair.
"Good morning. How's my Hotwife today?" I smiled back, leaving my shoes for a moment and pouring her a large mug of strong coffee.
"Tired and battered but otherwise okay, CB."
"How's the itch?" I asked.
"Pretty well scratched - for a little while anyway," she replied with a wink, then took a long sip of her hot drink.
After the New Year ball and the public groping she had received at the hands of rather more men than I was quite comfortable with, my wife's sexual frustration had continued to grow despite my own best efforts with my fingers and latex-covered cock.
Even my much-vaunted cunnilingual skills had failed to put anything more than a dent in her overwhelming need for hard, satisfying sex so we had been forced to go back to basics.
And basics meant talking to Carmen.
The She-Devil had responded by arranging emergency therapy with her own husband Steve, the man who had first fingered, fucked and inseminated my wife in our car as I watched in the rear view mirror, thus setting us on the slippery slope into degradation and cuckoldry that seemed to suit us so well.
As a result, Alice had spent the previous evening and half the night with her first and most frequent lover and was feeling, as expected, a little fragile.
Problems with babysitters had meant that, contrary to normal arrangements, the six-month-pregnant Carmen and I had spent the evening together in our house looking after our two kids. Our unfaithful spouses had met for dinner in Alice and my favourite Italian restaurant before going back to Steve and Carmen's house for an evening of undisturbed and uninhibited sex.
As we knew only too well, Alice can get very noisy when climaxing so having any children in the house would have invited trouble. The unfortunate consequence of this was that to my great disappointment, I had not been able to watch or even listen to the two of them as they fucked.
In a more balanced world, Carmen and I would have fucked each other in our house as our spouses fucked in theirs but that was not the world in which Cuckolds and She-Devils live. We had therefore spent the evening eating Chinese food and watching movies on TV.
It had also given Carmen an unmissable opportunity to taunt me playfully over my sexual prowess – or supposed lack of it – and my wife's increasing need to fuck other men while I watched. As that night had proved, although Alice was very happy to be fucked in front of me for my sake, she wasn't averse to surrendering her body without me as an audience too.
Thankfully the presence of our two kids upstairs kept the amount of unseemly conversation to a minimum and in the end it was as pleasant an evening as I could have had, knowing that ten minutes' drive away, my sweet, lovely wife was being fucked half senseless by my friend's husband.
Steve had eventually brought Alice back just before two o'clock and taken Carmen home, presumably for her usual post-cuckolding fuck. My wife had looked tired and dishevelled as so often after her dates with smudged make-up, tousled hair and with a pink-flushed face and chest.
As usual, on her return home I had been allowed full access to the slightly stale creampie between her thighs. Normally this would have resulted in her having at least a small extra orgasm against my face but this time she had been too exhausted to do anything but lie back and let me have my own way with her.
Fortunately, the usual cleaning of Steve's semen from her vulva with my tongue followed by a brief, violent penetration of her loose, well-used vagina had gone some way towards remedying my disappointment at being unable to watch.
The amount of semen still remaining inside her had been surprisingly large and, as I drew the stale, gooey residues into my mouth, the aroma and flavour had been almost narcotic. The heady sensation had still been in my mouth and on my sticky face when I had woken that morning and, as my wife entered the kitchen, its effect remained powerful.
As I kissed her good morning I could immediately tell that, even this long after her date, Alice still smelled strongly of sex. I suspected my breath did too. It was an aroma I knew too well and loved too much, a fact that the state of my bulging running shorts made only too obvious.
Alice had noticed this and was looking straight at my hardening cock with an indulgent smile.
"Like what you see?" she asked ironically, knowing how dishevelled she looked.
"I always do," I told her truthfully, smiling at the woman I adored.
"I don't know why," she grumbled. "My skin's gone terrible." She sighed. "Maybe it's a hormonal thing."
She sighed again and touched her cheeks with the tip of her long, slender fingers. All I could see was a familiar, beautiful face but I knew better than to argue with a woman about her looks.
"Your hormones were working alright last night," I smiled jokingly, completely unable to see any problem with the soft skin of my wife's lovely face.
Alice smiled bashfully.
"That's true. I'm sorry you didn't get to watch," she said sympathetically. "I wish you could have been there but..."
"It's okay," I assured her. "As long as you got what you needed."
She gave me a strange look.
"You DID get what you needed, didn't you?" I pressed her.
"I had a really good evening. Thank you for letting me go."
"I wasn't asking for your thanks," I told her, smiling. "You just seem a bit... well, not as content as you usually are after a good fucking."
By now of course we were using the 'f' word between us without embarrassment - when the children weren't there of course. It was after all, what both of us wanted. Alice sighed.
"It was really lovely and yes, I did cum more than once but..."
She sounded almost wistful.
"I thought there was something wrong," I told her. "What's the matter?"
She looked at me, shrugged and sighed before continuing.
"I know it's selfish; you do so much for me but... well if I'm totally honest, it's all become a bit routine. Oh, Steve's lovely, don't get me wrong and he did a really thorough job but..."
"But..." I prompted.
"But I think I need something new. Something a bit... I don't know, edgier. Something a bit more risky; or at least for it to feel more risky."
"That New Year dress-up really got to you didn't it?" I said, amused.
Alice paused, no doubt full of vivid memories of the recent 'Tarts and Vicars' fancy dress party where we and our newly-cuckolding friends Julie and Gary had joined a large table for the night. Julie and Alice had dressed as LA street hookers like the girls in the film Pretty Woman and had looked sexier than I had imagined possible.
The two had actually been mistaken for real prostitutes in a bar before the ball had started which had started the evening with great amusement and a strong sexual frisson.
Both girls had been openly groped by strangers on the dance floor too; Alice had really enjoyed the whole experience and had been a little dissatisfied ever since.
My wife was not yet aware that her friend Julie had also been brutally fucked against the wall of an unused dining room after midnight by Peter, a powerfully built, rugby-playing colleague of mine from work; a man she had met only hours before. The cheeky sod had also fingered Alice briefly under the table but had then abandoned her for richer pickings with Julie – a tactic that had paid off big-time as I had seen with my own eyes.
"Do I need to talk to the She-Devil again?" I asked, raising an amused eyebrow.
"Maybe," she replied. "It seems a bit greedy having just been..."
"Been fucked half senseless last night?" I filled in the words for her.
"Yes," she confessed.
"Leave it with me. I'll give her a call."
***
In the end it wasn't necessary; Carmen herself called us that very afternoon. Alice had gone to the gym so she and I had a brief chat in private.
"Hi Mister Cuckold. How was Little Alice this morning?" she asked, as usual trying to tease me. "Still glowing from her fucking?"
"She enjoyed herself very much, thank you," I answered with a mock formality Carmen ignored.
"Steve tells me she's really getting into this anal thing. I've never really enjoyed it – Steve's cock is a bit too big for me. Maybe your little Alice just has a bigger arse than mine!"
Knowing the difference in size between my wife's skinny, gym-trained, near-androgynous body and Carmen's full, pregnant curves, this could only be a joke so I chuckled.
"You might be right. If you show me your arse again I'll know better."
"You never know your luck, Mister C," she replied, teasing me even more.
We were of course, alluding to the one occasion since our first seduction that I had been given access to Carmen's body. It had been in Spain; while my wife was being fucked noisily by a young Olympic-trained swimmer called Mitch, I had been allowed to give Carmen the benefit of my skills as a cunnilinguist in the room next door.
Although as a cocksman I'm very much in the lower divisions, when it comes to oral sex and fingering I'm Premier League standard – though I say it myself.
It's a bit conceited I know but after being rampantly cuckolded for so long, surely I can allow myself one sexual activity to be proud of?
I'm pleased to say that my oral abilities had taken Carmen rather by surprise and she had reached a loud and rather messy orgasm on my face quite quickly. In fact she had been so impressed that she had later insisted I initiated our friend Julie into the delights of oral sex while her husband Gary watched. This I had done with similarly pleasing results. I remembered vividly how very different from each other the three women had looked, smelled and tasted.
"Anyway I'm glad you called," I said, moving the conversation on.
I checked that the kids were nowhere near then briefly and with as few incriminating words as possible, explained about Alice's recent dissatisfaction with 'routine' sex; even sex with Steve. I also told her what I had seen Julie and my colleague Peter doing against the wall at New Year.
When I had finished, Carmen seemed to think things over for a long while before replying.
"Wow! Well, I suppose did wonder," she eventually said.
"About Alice and Steve?" I asked anxiously, hoping I hadn't offended her over her husband's prowess in bed.
"That's not what I meant, no," she replied pensively. "It is quite a surprise though, I must confess. I don't think I'll tell Steve what she said; you know how sensitive men can be about their performance in bed. Oops! Sorry. For a moment I forgot..."
