Reading notes: I am both flattered and proud to announce that a loyal follower, who is also a regular commentator on my writings has contacted me with an outline of a story she has come up with. I have developed her storyline into the following tale. It is obviously total fiction, but I have included myself and my cuckold in it for dramatic purposes. The character of Isla (not her real name, but not too far off either!) is based on my follower, (with her permission and approval) and her initial storyline. Apart from Isla, myself and my cuckold, all other characters mentioned in the following tale are figments of my imagination. That having been said, it is important to state that all sex described in the following story is consensual and takes place between people aged eighteen or older. Please consider commenting after you've read this tale, and also consider using the star scoring system. Whatever you choose to do, enjoy the story.
It was a Friday night in the Simpson household. Dinner had been eaten, and now Olwen Simpson was enjoying the last of the bottle of wine that had accompanied the meal. She was sitting in the conservatory, sipping her drink and smoking a bowl of her favourite aromatic tobacco in her dainty lady churchwarden pipe. When Richard, her cuckold husband had finished cleaning up in the kitchen, he'd join her in the conservatory and be allowed to watch her smoke whilst Olwen decided how the rest of the evening would be spent.
It was unusual for Olwen and Richard to be at home together on a Friday evening. Normally, Olwen had a date with one of the two men she had been seeing on a regular basis for several months. If she was on a date with Gareth, Richard would drive her to his house and either wait outside in the car whilst his Hot Wife got herself well and truly fucked, or if Olwen was in a mischievous mood, she'd take Richard in with her and make him stand in the corner of the bedroom. He'd either be allowed to watch, or he'd be made to face the wall, where he could hear and smell what his Hot Wife was doing, but not see. Richard loved the latter scenario. It was so utterly thrilling and humiliating.
If Olwen was with Andrew, she'd walk to his house on the next street, leaving her cuckold home alone, to contemplate the fact that she would eventually return with a cunt brimming with cum, which she would then insist that he cleaned up. Richard loved eating cream pie.
But tonight was different. Gareth was away for the weekend, on an outward bound course with a group of pupils from the school where he taught. Andrew was also away, but only for a couple of days. He and his wife, Deb. were swingers, something that Olwen and Richard had been involved in, until Richard's propensity for cumming after about thirty seconds of getting hard, meant that invitations to swinging parties eventually dried up. Following this, Olwen had become a Hot Wife, Richard a cuckold, and it was a lifestyle that both of them enjoyed immensely.
"All done, dear " Richard announced, coming into the conservatory. His nostrils flared and his eyes sparkled when he saw Olwen smoking. A non smoker himself, he had a huge smoking fetish, and he loved watching his Hot Wife smoke. Olwen used cigars as well as her collection of various pipes, and whenever she smoked, Richard's cock reacted as best as it could to the sight. Richard was permanently cock locked.
Olwen drew on her pipe and exhaled through her nostrils. She looked like a pretty, fierce little dragon.
"Show me," she said quietly, and Richard lifted up the skirt he was wearing to display his cock, which as usual was locked away in a heavy metal chastity device. His tiny ball sac bulged. He hadn't been milked for almost a fortnight, thanks to the fact that last Saturday's milking had been cancelled. Richard had forgotten to pick up Olwen's weekly supply of tobacco when he was out shopping. He'd been on his best behaviour since then, and Olwen was looking forward to draining his balls on Saturday afternoon. She nodded to herself, and blew a stream of creamy white pipe smoke over Richard's cock lock and his balls.
"You're going to have quite a load to recycle tomorrow," she teased him. "It'll make up for the lack of cream pie tonight. But don't fret. When I've finished this bowl, we'll go to bed and I'll peg you before we go to sleep."
"Thank you, my dear," replied Richard gratefully. "Would you like me to switch the television on? There's never anything worth watching on a Friday night, but perhaps you might like to look at a few clips on that new Hot Wife and cuckold porn channel?"
"Yes, why not?" replied Olwen. "I particularly liked that clip you found the other night. The one where that Hot Wife verbally humiliates her cuckold whilst he's watching her getting fucked. Put that one on."
Richard set about finding the clip that Olwen had mentioned. Whilst she waited for him to log into the porn channel they subscribed to, she heard the front doorbell ring.
"I'll go," she said, setting her pipe down and getting to her feet. "We're not expecting anyone, are we?"
As she went out of the room, the phone started to ring. Olwen tutted.
"Richard," she called, "get that, will you? I can't answer the phone and open the front door at the same time."
Olwen did a double take when she opened the front door. Standing there was Isla, her colleague from work, and an occasional visitor to the Simpson household. For a moment, the two women stared at one another, and then both spoke at the same time.
"Hello Isla," said Olwen in a puzzled tone. "Have we arranged a play date then? I must have forgotten."
Isla smiled and began speaking at exactly the same time as Olwen.
"Look, I'm really sorry to turn up unannounced and unexpected," she blurted out desperately, "but I think I might have fucked up. Do you think I could come in and explain what's happened? I value your advice, and I want to know how to face things in school on Monday."
Because she'd said less than Isla, Olwen heard the last couple of sentences clearly. She smiled at her friend and colleague.
"Don't stand on the doorstep," she said, moving aside to let Isla in. "Come in. You're lucky to find me at home on a Friday night. Both Gareth and Andrew are away this weekend. Richard and I were just going to watch some porn. But now that you're here, maybe we can have some fun. Richard loves to watch me dominating a submissive."
Isla blushed, and took off her coat in the hallway.
"When you hear what I've gone and done, you'll do more than just spank me," she said nervously, and Olwen was alarmed to see tears in her friend's eyes.
"Come away in," she said, putting her arm around Isla and leading her down the hallway and into the conservatory. Richard got up as the two women entered and smiled warmly at the rotund, petite guest accompanying his wife.
"Hello stranger," he began. "Well, this is a coincidence. I've just been talking about you."
"Not now, Richard," Olwen warned him sternly. "It seems Isla has fucked up somehow. She and I need to talk. Go and make us a pot of coffee, and when we've finished, I might let you watch me spank her. She's going to eat my cunt too."
Isla sat down, seemingly oblivious to the plans that were being made for her. An unmarried woman, she gave the impression of being a typical 'old maid spinster'. The truth could hardly have been further from this impression.
Isla was a submissive bi-sexual, who took every opportunity she could get to be punished, humiliated and fucked. Unfortunately for her, these chances didn't come frequently enough, which was why she sometimes visited Olwen for a good beating, some cunt worship and, if Olwen was in a good mood, a deep strap-on fucking.
Olwen looked to be up for some play tonight, she thought to herself. She wondered how Olwen would be feeling when she'd heard Isla's confession? Time would tell, and now that Richard had been sent to make coffee, it seemed that there was no time like the present to get her guilty feelings out in the open. Isla cleared her throat and began to speak.
"It's Carl," she began, referring to the newly qualified teacher who Isla was mentoring in the school where she, Olwen and the young man all taught. "I think he's got the hots for me, and so just before we left school this afternoon, I gave him the old 'come hither' look.
Olwen sighed. Isla seemed to lurch from one disasterous relationship to another.
"What happened?" she asked, drawing gently on her pipe and exhaling a cloud of aromatic smoke into the air.
"He looked as if he'd shit his pants, and he excused himself without a word," Isla replied, blushing furiously. "How the fuck am I going to mentor him now if he thinks I'm after him, but he finds me so repulsive?"
