Cuckolding for Beginners

by J D Stones

  It meant nothing to us apart from a few extra vehicles on the small, residential street. But it did give Christina and Erin license to find new cock, and the day after the burly men started work the two ladies made several cups of tea and walked over to the workmen, while dressed in bikinis that left little to the imagination.

  This became a regular event: my wife returned home at lunchtime solely to engage with the builders erecting a property at the end of the road, and the men loved the attention they got from the sex-crazed wives.

  They said nothing when I arrived home in the early evening; I think they guessed that I didn't know that my wife has hankering for their cocks and was openly flirting. They assumed I had an unfaithful wife and I didn't know about it – and they weren't going to tell me!

  They didn't need to: Erin did.

  The first day, they were in too much shock to say or do much as the two women carried hot drinks in cheap mugs from Christina's kitchen.

  They expected them a bit more the following day, with a few hands, touching and brushing against the exposed skin. My wife had selected an even more risqué outfit to seduce and ensnare the lustful thoughts emanating from the well-built tradesmen working on the foundations of the new family homes.

  She smiled sweetly and innocently, allowing the rough hands to slide over her flesh, as they happily took the drinks from her floral tray. She had no hands to defend herself, feeling a firm grip around her waist as she navigated uneven ground. "Careful there, love," the gruff voice muttered, pretending he was helping my wife with her balance.

  She shimmied as his touch caused her short dress to ride up, displaying the curve of her buttocks as she leant over the ramshackle garden table to put the tray on the outdoor furniture. Many eyes ogled her backside.

  Christina and Erin salivated at the young men on the building site; many of them were topless except for a high-visibility jacket. In the summer heat, their glistening muscles seized the attentions of the underdressed women.

  The foreman was not too keen on the oversexed wives providing distractions to his young workforce but the drinks were gratefully received and the two ladies ensured that they did not eat up too much building time.

  The following day was a mixture of bright sunshine and intense showers; the ever-changing British weather providing fertile possibilities for the female opportunists. The obscenely dressed couple returned to the building site, smiling broadly and pouting seductively as scorching sunshine turned to a ferocious downpour in seconds. They shrieked as the muscle-bound men watched, scampering for the shelter of the large Oak tree that would dominate the front garden of the new house.

  But their flimsy clothes became soaked; the thin material translucent as the builders smiled and licked their lips at the obscene sight. Ladies, clearly knickerless in the sunshine, smoothing out their sodden clothing with faux-distress as the leering men savouring the beauties on display.

  And Erin loved being on display; as she recounted her activities, I felt her cunt moisten under my delicate touch. Her mind revisited the firm hands touching her from the young tradesmen in her memories, savouring the lewd advances made by inexperienced men earning little more than minimum wage.

  But one of the fresh-faced eighteen-year-olds offered the soaked women a towel; his body language lacking confidence as his voice wavered. He gestured towards the "Site Office" portakabin in the corner of the site.

  Other eyes watched as Erin and Christina gratefully accepted his generous offer and were escorted to the rickety large box by the lucky apprentice. The faded blue towel was passed to Christina first: she rubbed her clothes, deliberately causing her short dress to bunch to her waist and display her hairless cunt to the drooling young man, unable to stop his cock tenting his dirty trousers.

  Erin made eye contact with Christina; they chatted and my wife took the towel from her friend, pulling down fiercely on her thin, fragile dress with the towel to rip the sodden clothing in two with a shocked squeak. The material fell to the floor, her escort's eyes widened as her hands covered her crotch in a false and vain attempt to protect her modesty. She flashed her enticing breasts at the disbelieving apprentice.

  He spluttered as she grabbed hold of the remnants of her wet clothes, holding it to her body with a snort. "It's ruined," she mused and looked at the young builder, clad in muscles. "You haven't got a spare pair of clothes I can borrow?" My wife asked, and he shrugged; his ogling gaze barely left the naked writhing woman.

  She wore a high-visibility jacket; it covered her assets perfectly if she didn't move, but as she strode down the steps, her breasts bounced into view and the large garment revealed her pussy to the dozen men. They wolf-whistled and she lapped up the attention, bemoaning her flimsy dress.

  She wriggled her arse as she picked up the tray of empty cups. She placed her damaged dress alongside the empty cups as the men enjoyed the spectacle of the near-naked woman seductively flaunting herself. "Come back with me," she said to her young escort. "I can get changed and let you have your jacket back."

  His mates cheered as she beckoned him over; the wolf-whistles and jeers faded as the inexperienced man took the tray from her to carry and they walked back to our familial home.

  Erin stripped naked in our hallway, closing the front door behind her as he looked on. His innocent expression was wetness to my wife's crotch: she giggled as she teased him, rubbing her hands down his rugged work clothes to his dirty trousers.

  Her lips pouted; she simpered seductively. She said how lucky she was to have a gentleman to help her in her hour of need, and how flimsy her outfit was. She said how sexy he looked and how much he made her pussy flutter when he smiled.

  She teased and she flirted, my naked woman enjoying every inch of his desperation as her fingers fumbled at his trouser fastening and freed the teenager's cock, feeling it harden in her hands.

  Her lips touched the young man's manhood within seconds, her mouth sliding down the shaft of the disbelieving apprentice, groaning and crying as the experienced slut savoured his firm erection.

  But Erin didn't just want to give him a blowjob; her knees ached on our wooden floor and she reached behind her saviour and onto the little hallway table. She pulled a black latex condom from the drawer. His eyes widened as she slipped the dark sheath onto the end of his white cock, smiling as the rubber slipped down his hard prick.

  "Fuck me," she begged. "Fuck me like you fuck all the girls."

  He stumbled over his words; my wife stood and the brunette put her hands on the telephone table, pushing her backside towards the teenager. She reached behind herself to help guide the wide-eyed apprentice into her sopping hole.

  He groaned as her warmth encapsulated his rod, parting her pussy lips with a grunt. He thrust into my Erin, the darkness of his cock contrasting with the alabaster skin of my young wife. She squealed; she admitted to me that he was good: firm, rough hands gripping her naked waist as he pounded her soaking cunt with passionate thrusts. She grunted and groaned, her pussy dancing to the teenager's boundless energy that had her flying towards a powerful climax at the hands and cock of the inexperienced man.

  But he came too quickly; tensing as his cock pulsed and quivered, filling the condom with cum. She smiled as they disentangled their bodies; she watched as he took a tissue from the box on the table and wiped his cock clean, wrapping up the condom in the white paper.

  Their eyes met; she thanked him and kissed him, holding the young man close to her naked skin. And she stood naked in the garden, waving him down our drive, as the conquering hero returned to the building site to recall the tale of the unfaithful wife.

  And from that day, she knew them all. Her first was the young apprentice, Dom. He remained her favourite, often sneaking up to our house after I left for work and had taken the children to school but before my wife had to leave to go to the gym. He loved his blowjobs, and was especially fond of anal.

  There was the other young apprentice, Nick: a stout, muscular man who adored quic
k handjobs my wife and our neighbour would offer in the bushes over tea.

  The experienced cheeky runt, Errol, fucked the wives in the Site Office whenever he could slip away, rodgering the women who longed for the cock of the alpha men. Erin recalled several occasions with the dirty hands on her ankles, holding her legs high as cock after cock pounded her pussy to a fiery explosion of lust and filled her body with sated desire.

  They became the pass-around girls: men taking their turns with one of the women every day. Erin visited the family planning clinic to get a stock of condoms, and the nurse, on hearing about a small fraction of her antics, gave her boxes and boxes of the latex contraceptive.

  This activity with rough workmen continued for weeks; what Erin had a couple of times a week, Christina had many more. The builders enjoyed their regular sexual satisfaction, and both Bryn and I got used to hearing the tales every evening of our wives being fucked by the workmen building the houses at the end of our drive.

  Until one of the men aggressively suggested to Christina that she should leave her husband – he was "weak" and a "faggot." He smugly opined that the millionaire's wife should abandon Bryn and seek a divorce, bagging half of his fortune, and move in with the bodybuilding tradesman.

  Erin encountered similar pressure from another of the men, eager to ensnare the young nymphomaniac as their own. The response was swift although I never knew exactly what was said. I know my masculinity was defended and the two women spelt out that the only reason they had been getting sex was due to the loving trust their husbands had, and that we were far from “weak” but “strong” and “secure”

  The verbal exchange soured relations enough for the two women not to return to the site the following day. My wife bagged two corporate businessmen at her gym as she began to see her place of work as the primary hunting ground for her illicit liaisons once again.

  All except Dom; he was her first catch from the building site and, unbeknownst to his colleagues, he still got his cock sucked and his share of anal action early in the morning as our wives still hankered for "decent cock" from "decent men."

  But, for the first time, my wife was forced to defend our lifestyle from someone who didn't know or understand.

  And unfortunately, it would not be the last.

  Chapter XIV

  A wee slut

  By the end of August, the new houses were more than a shell and many of the builders had been replaced by other tradesmen: roofers, joiners, electricians, and people proficient in other such building trades. I had spent most of the last month beholden to my wife's sexual wishes and barely a night went past without my lips bringing my Erin to a shuddering orgasm, or Bryn's cock to a squirting climax.

  I adored giving oral sex, but whereas my wife was getting a wide variety of sexual partners, I was experiencing just three: Erin and Bryn regularly, and Christina occasionally. Not since Jason had I been an active participant in Erin's cuckolding of me, and I longed for a little diversity in the genitals my mouth was savouring.

  I voiced this thought to my wife as we settled under our duvet, snuggled up together to watch a film. "You'll be happy soon enough," she said cryptically before adding. "We're getting a new neighbour."

  "But the houses aren't anywhere near ready." My wife's face lit up as she teased my cock with her right hand, dancing over my naked crotch with feint, delicate touches.

  For the first time in a fortnight, we had sex that night; I adored sating her lust with my lips and tongue, flicking her clit as my fingers rocked against her G-Spot until my hands grew tired and her cunt became hypersensitive. And then we fucked; my bare cock sliding into her slippery cunt and pounding my loving wife.

  Our eyes met as we screwed; lips entwined as our love expressed with squealing cries and copious wetness streaming from her crotch and soaking the bedsheets.

  With a final grunt, I filled her cunt with my cum; several waves of relief jettisoned into my wife that she insisted that my lips clean as I sucked my juices from her well-fucked pussy.

  "One day, it'll be someone else's cum that your sucking from me.” Her suggestion caused my flagging prick to rise again. "Bet you'd like that?"

  How well she knew me!

  Erin's proposition that there would be new people to play with moving into the neighbourhood was confirmed three days later: Erin sent me to Christina's house to help unpack for their new arrival and I met Yvonne, moving into one of the more isolated spare bedrooms in the large, expansive property.

  She was gorgeous: a 19 year-old University student with long brunette hair and the most infectiously beautiful smile I had ever seen. She bounced into the room, carrying a small box up the flights of stairs: her bra-less breasts bouncing under her thin red T-Shirt as she placed the heavy carton of books on her desk.

  "Thanks," she whispered as the heaviest of her suitcases was carried into her room by myself. "Thanks guys." Her eyes flitted over Bryn's topless attire and her grin became larger.

  There was a naivety about her: a fresh innocence that was hard to define but impossible to ignore. She bit her bottom lip as we hesitated in the expansive bedroom. "Do you want any help unpacking?" Yvonne gushed thankfully, squeezing his buttock with her left hand as she harmlessly touched her host.

  Yvonne flung open her three suitcases: one was full of sex toys and erotic paraphernalia that made my eyes bulge. "I had to leave half of my stuff behind," she moaned. "So I've just bought my favourites," she winked as she pulled the case onto the floor next to her bedside table and began emptying the dildos, buttplugs, vibrators, ropes, gags, paddles and more into the four drawers.

  She talked incessantly as I was given four dozen coat hangers from the wardrobe and her "going out" suitcase; each garment looked skimpier than the last: she giggled as I held a yellow dress in front of me and eyed it suspiciously. "I've had some fun times in that," she laughed. “Fun times out of it too!” I could almost see through the material, cut dramatically down the sides and the front, to leave little to the imagination.

  "Really?"

  "Oh yes," she added. "So much fun. It was this dress that caused the problems with my old flatmates." Her eyes lowered to her denim shorts that she was wearing and unbuttoned them. "I'll show you, I think it looks lovely."

  My eyes were torn to the slender girl allowing her shorts to fall to the floor, displaying her bare cunt. The knickerless student happily undressed in front of two near-strangers, possessing little inhibitions.

  But she had no issue with her nudity; sliding her top off without pausing for breath and replacing her clothes with the delicate yellow fabric over her head until it came down to a few inches below her crotch.

  Everything was covered … just. It was not obscene, but it left nothing to the imagination. I could see the delicate outlines of her nipples and the curve of her bosom. I could see the smoothness of her mons and the sheer beauty of her contours. It made my dick swell: a veritable feast for the eyes as she twirled in front of us causing the dress to flare.

  "Wow!" I muttered; Bryn swore in admiration as the nubile beauty smiled appreciatively. She flicked her hair behind her ears as she sexily posed for us.

  Christina interrupted the flirtatious actions of the lady by entering through the open door with a wide grin. "Teasing men again?" She asked, as Yvonne removed the enticing outfit, and stood nude in the room with two very horny guys. "Naughty girl; there's time for that later!"

  Yvonne explained her situation after dinner: the Scottish student at the large University ten miles away had found her sexual drive to be incompatible with her flatmates: having slept with them, all of their boyfriends and ex-boyfriends, as well as dozens of her own.

  She had gained a reputation and the young Edinburgh student became the victim of some hateful abuse. One girl became physically violent and Yvonne became scared. Her plight came to the ears of the chairwoman of the local kink-friendly rope group and when Yvonne said she was planning to transfer University because of the ire of her now ex-flatmates, Ch
ristina had met her and discussed with Bryn.

  The result of that chat was that Yvonne had moved in to our cul-de-sac and our neighbours were hosting the gorgeous lady with a voracious sexual appetite until she could return to student accommodation in September. She was working over the summer break as a researcher but would be gone at the start of the next term, inside eight weeks.

  And as Erin promised me, I could fuck, suck and enjoy "the wee slut" often. "Make her scream," my wife teased as we settled in bed. "She's a nice lass but show her a nice time and she'll be happy!"

  Yvonne wasted little time; Christina adopted a loose dominant role with her guest and she wandered around the house and gardens with little or nothing on as if she was on holiday at a nudist beach. I never tired of seeing the young lady sunning herself on the East-facing garden drive, soaking up the sun's rays early in the morning.

  Our friends on the building site wolf-whistled at the scantily-clad woman whenever she walked past them and the Scottish beauty adored the attention she received. She was cheekily invited by several of the tradesmen for some fun in the new houses. She said "yes" and replaced my wife and Christina as a sexual outlet for the builders.

  In fact, as I soon found out, Yvonne rarely said "no." It was not in her nature, and the little slut regularly had over a dozen cocks in an afternoon in wild gangbangs in the half-finished properties; filling endless numbers of condoms with tradesmen's cum.

  She spoke with a twinkle in her eye as she recounted one afternoon over a glass of wine; the softly spoken lass was almost embarrassed by her proclivities of emotionless sexual satisfaction yet driven to seek more adventures. It was a heady mix.

  If I was being analytical, I might have detected a slight lack of confidence in Yvonne, especially in those early days. She sat half-naked on the fringes of our sofa and the conversation, taking in her new surroundings as a tenant of our friends and neighbours, and a guest in our house.