A Bun in the Oven - purrfectly Cucked!!
I'm in a state of joyful anticipation.
Let me explain. We have been married for 15 years - started out well but time has taken its toll. Bill has been the perfect husband, monogamous, financially successful and, well lets face it - DULL.
In my mind I call him LW, 'Limp Willy', although I'd never say that to his face.
Through a business contact we were introduced to 'pool parties'. Parties by the side of a swimming pool, but with the additional facility of 'private rooms': this was really a front for a swingers group.
We went along several times just to get the feel of the place and become comfortable with very open minded and uninhibited people.
No pressure, no expectations, and for us - no action. But did it raise the level of anticipation in me to see what happened there, knowing it wasn't happening in my own life?
I couldn't stop thinking about it and begged LW to attend the next event. All that flirting, happy smiling faces, and testosterone knee deep on the floor.
Irresistible.
Maybe too I would squeal with delight as I orgasmed in a play room. Such a rare event now, and only with my own fingertips.
We duly received an email giving the location of the next party and instructions to wear imaginative masks as it was to be a totally anonymous evening. I liked the idea of that. It had a sense of excitement and adventure, and I could be anyone but me. For days beforehand I felt rather unsettled. No, my period was not due for a week or more, so I distracted myself by cleaning the house. But I couldn't get a certain image from my mind - and it always terminated with a big cock spurting semen. On the big day I was so aware that my pussy was wet, my labia puffy and my breasts somewhat tender.
On arrival at the secluded venue we were ushered to a banquet table where the wine flowed and people chatted amiably behind the most fantastic masks. Mine was very plain and I was somewhat embarrassed.
I was aware of the preponderance of males, but most were rather younger than me and of little interest. Given that I'm in my 40's I'm attracted to men my age or older. Quality not quantity.
One man however, caught my eye. He may have been late 50's early 60's; his grey hair and neck texture gave him away. It is always the neck for me!
I winked, he winked and I felt myself lifted in anticipation.
How would he approach me?
In the slow waltz of the mating dance we came together, moved apart, turning and swirling in the room full of masked people. Then he was gone. I was deflated, dejected and disappointed. Then I felt a hot breath on the back of my neck, and a deep voice growled "hi gorgeous".
It was a jolt of electricity, a shiver ran down my spine, my vagina contracted involuntarily, pheromones liberated. I was ready to be taken. He kissed the back of my exposed neck and whispered "I want you!"
There was LW to consider. This after all was a swinger's club, so I had to reply apologetically "yes, I want you too, but he will want to be there", pointing to Bill. "That's fine. Do you have a heart big enough for us both" he replied.
"Limp Willy only views from the sidelines" I said with some spite.
Mike, not his real name, approached Bill at the drinks table and asked his indulgence - a polite way of saying he wanted to fuck his wife. That approval was given with alacrity. But first Mike suggested we drink to the prospect, Bill downed another, then a toast to me, Bill downed another, a drink to us all, Bill downed another. Mike barely sipped!!
Off we slunk to find a bedroom.
I shed the robe I was wearing to reveal my Chinese vermillion brocaded silk night attire. I'm Asian and the colouring suits my skin tones.
I should also point out that I'm 4'10" tall, Bill is 5'6", and Mike exceeds 6'.
Bill was already stretched out on the bed, sinking into a state of inebriation. Loyally I slid in beside him and turned to kiss him goodnight. He was already out of it.
A big hand touched my hips, hot breath eddied around my ears; the words accompanying were "At last!" I shuddered with delight, I felt his naked body push up against me as he stroked me. "At last!" I rejoined.
I lay there vaguely aware of the background noise, distant voices, laughter, an occasional creak or groan but I slowly shut that out to concentrate on the wonderful feeling of just being touched by a man who delighted in me.
At first he avoided my breasts and public area; it was me who guided his hand to cover my petite engorged tit. His hand covered it entirely. He was so gentle, played with my nipple to the point where I was begging him to go further. My womb was in spasm, I was experiencing a gentle wavelike contraction in the belly that was calling me to mate.
"Fuck me", I whispered over and over. I am usually rather prim and proper. He didn't, he just kept touching me from behind, from head to toe, always kissing the nape of my neck. How did he know that Japanese consider the triangle from the ears to the cervical spine to be the most erogenous part of the body?
He was so much stronger than I and that aroused me further. If I tried to turn towards him he rolled me back until all resistance in me was gone.
Where was his cock? I began to experience doubt that he found me attractive, whenever I reached back searching for it he moved his hips away. I became more insistent, Bill always took me as soon as he was erect.
Then it happened. Mike's hand slid around to my mound, grazed over it, and pulled my legs apart. In that instant he pushed the most outrageously big manhood up between my legs from behind. It was a monster cock, too big for me.
I have never delivered a baby, and Bill's undersized dick made little impression on me. Fortunately he was only rubbing my lips with the barrel of his shaft.
Oooh, how I liked that? I wanted him, desperately!
Mike guessed I was frightened by his size. He whispered to me to trust him.
I wanted to? He told me that he had faced this before with other women.
