CUCKOLD STORIES

CUCKOLD WARNING STORY 2

Chapter 2

The following Saturday seemed pretty normal in all ways.  I trimmed our side of the hedgerow between our house and Jack's, and when he saw what I was doing, he got his trimmers and joined me.  The conversation we had was difficult for me, since virtually the only thought that I had was about my wife in bed with him.  I'm sure he thought I was very distracted, but he never said anything about it.

We had dinner over with by an hour after I'd come in, and I sat expectantly waiting for her to serve the dessert she'd been baking.  I was sure it was one of her famous pies, although I couldn't identify the type from just the smell.

To my disappointment, the dessert she served was nothing but a small dish of ice cream, but I consoled myself with the thought of maybe having some of the pie later, followed by another wonderful session in bed.  I had come to very much look forward to our time there, and there were some days when I had an erection even when I was trying to work.

As soon as dessert was eaten, Sandie stood from the table.  She said, "I'm going to go take a nice, long bath now.  You can take care of the dishes."  She then walked out of the room, leaving me to start clearing the table, and putting everything in the dishwasher.  There was certainly nothing out of the ordinary about such a thing, since I quite often took care of those chores.  It was just that she usually bathed immediately before we went to bed, so her doing so at that time of day was different.

I was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper when she came back from her bath.  Her appearance just about took away my breath, and it was almost more than I could do to not drag her to the floor and beg her to let me give her pleasure.

She was wearing an older pair of very short shorts, ones that had fit her quite well a few years ago, but were now a size too small.  Other than her sandals, her only other piece of clothing was a very narrow halter that covered about half of her lovely breasts, and was so thin that it showed off her nipples.  It took no more than a glance to see that those two features were quite erect, and I found the sight very stimulating.

She was holding a round metal box that she often used to carry food over to the neighbors, and in answer to my unspoken question, she said, "I baked a pie for Jack, and thought I'd take it over there now.  Guess what kind it is."

I was so distracted by her sexy appearance that I could barely answer her, but finally replied, "Is it coconut?  That's what it smelled like."

She smiled then, saying, "No, honey, but that's close.  It's a banana cream pie.  I thought it was appropriate, since this way both of you will be having cream pie tonight.  But I doubt that yours will taste like bananas."

With that she walked toward the door, leaving me almost dumbfounded.  Her final words to me were, "Now you be a good little boy, and be in bed by 11:00.  Bye."  With that, she left the house, and I sat there with my brain racing.

Over and over I reviewed what she'd said, wondering if it meant she'd decided that the time had come for her to seduce Jack.  When she returned, would she be carrying a little something extra, bringing it home to our bed, where she'd feed it to me? 

I could think of nothing else all evening, and have no recollection at all of what I did while waiting for her.  I'm sure that I tried to watch TV, but have no idea what was on.  I may have tried to read something, but again can't recall doing so.  What I do recall is fighting with my hand to keep it away from my crotch.  The urge to masturbate was almost overwhelming, and it just about drove me crazy.

By 10:00, I was virtually out of my mind with curiosity about what was going on over there.  I thought many times of sneaking through the hedge, and trying to peek in one of Jack's windows.  More than anything else, the thing that prevented me from doing such a thing was the fear that Sandie would catch me.  To have her angry with me was more than I could bear, and I vowed that I'd wait here for her, not matter how anxious I became.

I spent the last half hour before bedtime soaking in the bathtub.  Even then, I could think of nothing else, even to the point that I actually feared washing my genitals, since that would probably put me over the edge.  I wanted more than anything else to save my orgasm for Sandie, knowing that if I would jack off now, it'd take the edge off my lust, and I didn't want anything to do that.

A few minutes before 11:00, I climbed into bed, naked as ordered.  I lay on my back so my hardon wouldn't rub on the sheet, and even threw off the top sheet to avoid that slight stimulation.  I'd never seen the clock move so slow, and when I looked at the digital readout on the nightstand an hour after the previous glance, it tried to tell me that only a minute had passed.

A few minutes after 11:00, I heard the front door close, and my heart started to pound even more.  I lay there in anticipation, and finally heard the top stairstep make its little creak as someone walked on it.  My gaze was fixed on the doorway into the bedroom, and when I saw her dark form appear there, it was almost more than I could do to keep from crying out to her.

As she stepped into the bedroom, she placed her hands behind her back and untied the halter.  She let it drop to the floor, and I wished with all my heart that the light were on so I could see her magnificent breasts.  She had never stopped walking toward the bed, and by then had reached its side.  I saw her hands drop to her side, and then could tell she was pushing down her shorts.

I couldn't contain myself any longer, and whispered in a voice made rough with emotion, "Did you do it?"

She didn't say a word, but just climbed into the bed on her knees.  She swung one leg over my head, pulled something white from between her legs, and then whispered, in a voice as husky as my own, "See for yourself."

I couldn't even wait until she lowered her crotch to my mouth, but placed my hands on her hips and drew her downward.  I knew then why she had so carefully trained me in the proper way to orally service her, for without those instructions, I would have failed to do it properly, in my frenzy.

My question was answered by the first swirling lick of my tongue.  The taste buds there simply exploded with the sensation of tangy salt, and the musky scent of her pussy told me she had been having sex.  The taste was different than my own, although not greatly so.  The smell was also slightly different, although again, not greatly so.

What was very noticeably different, though, was the heat in her crotch, and the swollen condition of her pussy lips.  When I ran my tongue over it, I could also tell that her clit was much larger than it'd ever been, at least in my experience.  I was sure that all those clues were evidence of her arousal being at least as great as my own, and that in turn seemed to drive me to greater heights of excitement.

I tried to contain my raging impatience, and service her in the way I'd been trained to do.  Even she must have been much more excited than usual, because after I'd made a couple of slow licks around her outer pussy, she whispered hoarsely, "Faster!  Lick it faster, damn you!"  That drove me to even greater heights of lust, and my tongue began to work as fast as my heart was beating.

I licked as fast as possible, bringing the treasures I found into my mouth, and then sending them to their rightful home in my stomach.  Over and over I swallowed what I found, until there was no more to be had.  She must have realized there was no more cum there for me, for she quickly moved forward a slight amount, placing her rock-hard clit over my nose and her delicious pussy hole over my mouth.

Her impassioned plea to, "Suck it!  Now, God damn you!", hadn't even left her lips before my lips were fastened around her opening, and I was drawing in gobbet after gobbet of their mixed juices.

Her wordless cry then sprang from her throat, and I felt her thighs lock tightly around my head.  Her crotch pressed against my face with so much force that I could no longer breathe, but that was completely unimportant to me.  When she growled, more than said, "Eat it, damn you!  Eat his cum out of me!", it was all that was needed to start my own so-long-delayed climax.  I don't know if I'd ever shot my wad with nothing whatsoever touching my cock or balls, but that's exactly what happened at that moment.

I didn't care if I suffocated or drowned at that point, and both were possible.  The tightness of her crotch to my face, and the overflowing mouthful of mixed cream, were just the way things were meant to be.  I didn't need to die to go to Heaven, for I was already there.

There is no way for me to know if Sandie raised up, or my body simply reacted instinctively.  Whatever, my next clear recollection is of my head being turned slightly to the side, and my lungs gasping for air.  I was trying to breathe at the same time as I was trying to swallow the load in my mouth, and the end result was that I almost choked.  It took several seconds for me to finally accomplish both goals, and by then Sandie was lying beside me, hugging me tightly.

As her breathing evened, she whispered in my ear, "Was it as good as you thought it would be?"  The word "good" had no meaning in that context, and I struggled with putting into words what I had felt.  Finally I answered, "I can't tell you how wonderful it was.  I've been reading about it for so long, but what you just did to me is so far above the stories that there's just no comparison.  It was the best thing that ever happened to me, by far."

We hugged again after I had rolled to my side to face her, and she said, "Feels like you're ready for more."  She laughed softly then, and it took me a second or two to realize that she was feeling my erection pressing against her body.  Until she had said that, I hadn't realized that I still had a hardon.  It had happened before, of course, but that had been in my younger days.  That it was happening now simply demonstrated how very arousing this entire evening had been.

She then asked the simple question that I was dying to ask, but couldn't bring myself to put into words.  She asked quietly, "Do you want to hear about it?"  I knew immediately what she meant, and replied simply, "Please."

She began, "Well, I took the pie over to Jack, as you know.  When he answered the door, and saw me standing there dressed like that, his poor eyes just about popped out of his head.  He didn't say anything, so I finally asked him if I could come in.  He apologized for being so distracted, then held the door open while I walked in."

"I told him I'd take the pie to the kitchen, as was my usual habit, and started walking that way.  He was right behind me, so I tried to wiggle my butt even more than usual, and it must have worked, because he had to clear his throat a couple of times before he could make any sort of conversation at all."

"When we got to the kitchen, I offered to serve him a slice of 'my' pie, and he got even more flustered.  Finally he got out a plate, asking me if I wanted to have one also.  I said we'd just eaten dinner, so was full up.  I then cut a piece and put it on his plate.  He was sitting at the kitchen table then, and I stood leaning against the countertop, a couple of feet away from him.  This afternoon, I'd stood in front of our big mirror with the shorts on, and practiced different ways of standing until I found the one that would give a tiny peek at my cunt hair."

"I could tell he was trying his best to not look at my crotch, but just couldn't help himself.  After all those years of no pussy, the poor man had to be desperate, and there was no way he could avoid looking at what I was displaying for him."

"When he finished his dessert, I suggested he put the plate in the sink, knowing that would mean he'd have to stand up.  It was almost comical the way he tried to come up with excuses so he wouldn't have to do that, but finally he did it."

"As I'd hoped, his cock was hard.  He was wearing a pair of old lightweight slacks, and the tent in them was absolutely huge.  He tried to hold the plate in front of his crotch, and ended up dropping it on the floor.  Luckily it was plastic, so it didn't break.  Anyway, I got down to pick it up, which put my head just a few inches from his crotch.  I think he was frozen in embarrassment by then, because he didn't even try to move away."

"When I put the plate back on the table, I 'accidentally' brushed his erection with one hand, then said I was sorry.  He put his hands in front of his crotch, but seemed to be too embarrassed to say anything.  When I put my hands over his, and asked if I'd hurt him there, the expression on his face was almost comical."

"That's when I stood up and kissed him.  It took him a few seconds to respond, but when he did he really got into it.  It was pretty obvious it'd been a long time for him, and he was very enthusiastic.  I started rubbing my body against his, and that really set him off."

"I don't even remember walking to the bedroom with him, but somehow that's where we were.  We had been kissing and rubbing all the way, and when we fell on the bed, we kept doing it.  When I told him my halter was too tight, and I couldn't breathe, he untied it for me.  It fell off, and he seemed to have eyes for nothing other than my tits.  I pulled his head down to them, and he really went crazy.  God, I've never had better titty love.  He must absolutely adore boobs, because he spent a long time kissing, licking, sucking, and even biting them."

"He didn't seem to know how to get my shorts off, or maybe he didn't remember how to.  Whatever, I finally had to lift up my butt and tell him to pull them down.  I thought he'd pop a gasket when he did that, and his eyes were riveted to my crotch.  My butt was still up in the air, and I said, 'Don't stop now.'  His hands were actually shaking when he pulled down my panties."

"I spread my legs then, and took one of his hands and put it between them.  He seemed to remember what to do, and started giving me a really good fingering.  I pulled his head back to my tits then, and let him work on both ends.  It felt really good."

"I don't have any idea how long we did that, but it was definitely getting darker outside.  I decided it was time to get him undressed too, and unbuttoned his shirt and took it off.  His pants and undershorts were next, and I have to tell you the size of the wet spot he left in his underwear made me think for a minute that he'd already climaxed.  His cock was still hard as a rock, so I figured he probably hadn't."

"Speaking of his cock, I can tell you it was bigger than I'd hoped.  The bulge I saw in the back yard was about half the size of the real thing.  He has to be twice as big as you."

"There was no way for me to resist what needed to be done, so I lay down on my back and pulled him on top of me.  I guided his monster in me, and then just lay back and let him do the rest.  I could tell he was really anxious, but he still took his time.  If he'd just have rammed it in me, I'd probably have died."

"I lost my cherry when I was 15, and don't really remember much about it, other than it hurt and felt good at the same time.  Now I know what it feels like to lose it again.  His first few strokes got him in as far as you've ever been, and after that it was all unexplored territory.  As far as I'm concerned, I've been a virgin all my life until tonight.  Now I know what it feels like to be fucked by a real cock.  It was great."

"You know how you always cum just a few seconds after you put you pecker in me?  Well, Jack's not like that.  He must have been almost out of his head with excitement, but he still had the willpower to control himself.  He fucked me real slow for a long time, and then when he could tell I was just about ready to cum, he speeded up his strokes.  God, he was good!"

"He seemed to know just when my orgasm started, because he rammed that pole in me as deep as he could and held it there.  It hurt like Hell, but it felt so good that I thought I'd die.  I know he climaxed then, but to tell the truth, I never knew just when he did it.  I was so wrapped up in my own orgasm, that nothing else mattered."

"Finally I came back from wherever I'd been, and realized he was starting to pump me again. 

God, that man was horny!  My cunt was sore in places I never even knew I had.  I thought about asking him to stop, but about then it started to feel good again, so I didn't.  He kept humping away, and I swear to God his cock actually got bigger.  I don't know how long it took that second time, but when he finally got his rocks off again, I thought he'd had a heart attack."

"I didn't have another orgasm the second time, but that was okay.  It just felt so good to have that big dick inside me that I didn't need to cum again to enjoy it.  It really and truly was the best fucking I've ever had.  So far, at least.  Maybe the next one will be even better."

"After he rolled off me, I wadded up my panties and jammed them in my pussy to hold his two loads in there.  I think I could actually feel his cum squishing around in me when I moved.  I didn't know a man could hold so much cum in his balls, even ones as big as Jack's.  Of course, I guess you already know how much there was, don't you?"

"Anyway, I told him I had to get home right away, and got dressed.  We kissed goodbye and I headed for the door.  You know what was really funny about it?  He actually thanked me.  It may sound kind of funny, but I really liked that."

"I hurried home just as fast as I could, because I could feel his cum leaking out of my pussy.  You know the rest."

I did know the rest, and my mind flashed those memories past my eyes time after time.  There is no way to describe how very exciting it was to hear Sandie tell me how she had seduced our neighbor, and then rushed home to me so I could clean her.  No story I'd ever read, or ever would, could compare with the real thing.  Again and again I told her how very much I loved her, and how precious she was to me.

Her only reply to that was to place one hand on my shoulder and push me over on my back.  She said simply, "Prove it," and then again straddled my head.

This time she was facing my crotch, and I knew what was expected of me.  After paying homage to her pussy once again, I felt her move down my face as she'd done almost every night for the past two weeks.  Her clit, which was once again hard as she recalled the fucking Jack had given her, pressed against my clean-shaven chin.  Her pussy hole was over my mouth, and my tongue was buried as deeply in it as possible.  Her puckered opening was over my nose, and I could feel her spread her cheeks in an attempt to push it into her.

She then lowered her hands to my crotch, and began to once again do what she had trained me to enjoy over the past several days.  While one of her hands squeezed my balls, the other pinched every square inch of my cock.  She continued to do that until her breathing once again became ragged.

At that time, she moved even farther down and brought one hand to her now-exposed clit, and began to frig it furiously.  Her movement had centered her asshole over my mouth, and I did my duty by pushing my tongue as deeply inside her as possible.

As we both approached our second orgasms in the past hour, she began to concentrate on punishing my penis with the one hand that remained there.  I had learned to love that sort of attention, and it only made me hotter.  When at last she gasped to signal her orgasm, I lifted my butt off the bed to force my cock against her punishing hand, hoping that would strengthen her efforts.

It did.  She pinched the tender skin right under the head, and began to pull it straight up with all her strength.  At the same time, she said in a husky whisper, "God, I wish you could make it grow as big as Jack's."  That's when my cum began to spurt, and I literally sprained my tongue trying to force it even deeper inside her.

Following her second orgasm in one hour, and her third in a very short space of time, Sandie was obviously exhausted.  She slumped forward on her outstretched arms, and waited as she returned to reality.  After almost two minutes in that position, she moved off and lay beside me, flat on her stomach.  When her breathing evened, she mumbled, "Good night." 

I was certain she had already fallen asleep, but I returned her parting sentiment by saying, "Good night.  I love you very much.  Thank you for what you did today."  She made no indication she'd heard me, but I still felt better for having said it.  Her mention of Jack having said "thank you" as she left told me that it was important to her, and I made a mental note to myself to try to be more courteous to her in the future.  She was the most important person in the world to me, and the least I could do was to tell her so by my words and actions.  With that resolution seated firmly in my brain, I joined her in contented sleep. 

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