by J D Stones
Erin produced a copy of a utility bill to sign us up as members, and Christina produced her membership card. Bryn paid for the entrance, although I offered to pay our share. The generous cuckold dismissed my offer with a wave of the hand. "You can give me a blowjob later," he teased.
"Was going to do that anyway!"
The welcoming hall was full of risqué outfits as women openly flaunted their desirable charms and men tried to interest the sexy swingers. I returned from the cloakroom to see a dozen pairs of eyes follow our wives into the room.
There was no need to mentally undress them; they were already advertising their infectious charms to everyone. Erin's nipples protruded through the soft, flimsy material as their carnal gazes enjoyed the salacious exhibition of sexuality.
Erin ran her tongue over her lip, and winked at me. She took her drink from Bryn. Her smile was controlled, the tension unbearable as I waited for someone to move towards her. A short pause before she elegantly supped from the glass, rolling her eyes around the room before moving gracefully away from my fellow cuckold.
Erin was in control. Every inch of my wife oozed bravura authority. I had never witnessed my partner find another lover, and while I had been with them when she played with other men, the thrill of the chase was unfolding before my very eyes.
A man put his hand on the buttocks of my wife and squeezed it through the fabric. She turned to face him, invading his personal space as he took liberties with hers. Her fingers swept up his shirt, undoing the buttons as they flirted.
My wife coquettishly teased and prepositioned him, as I leant against the wall, watching discreetly from afar. Never taking my attention away from the leering gentleman, touching my wife through her delicate material.
Other women walked past me: some naked, some under-dressed and a few with fetish gear. All of them sexy, winking or smiling at me as they glided into my eyeline and then out through a door behind me. All of them wondering for a split second what I was upto.
But I would be with no woman tonight: I would fluff and I would play with men no doubt. I may get to eat some cunt or some female ass, pushing my face into damp crotches to excite powerful women but my cock wouldn't touch a cunt. That I knew, because my wife had told me.
I was there to chaperone, to assist, to fluff and to be humiliated. I wasn't present to have my cock stimulated or to orgasm. No-one wanted to see my cum, Erin reminded me. Nobody wanted to have me fuck them; I was there for Erin's sadistic enjoyment only.
The way of a cuckold.
I watched my wife being edged through a door; Christina and Bryn had already departed the foyer and I stepped into the dark corridor and followed them to a giant playroom. The music, a slow humming beat, was quieter in the mattress-lined room and was just audible over the unmistakeable cries of sexual ecstasy.
The half-light illuminated two dozen shapes of excited people frantically slamming bodies into each other; the squeals and cries, the squelches and thrusts of women getting well fucked by horny men. It filled my cock with blood as I saw the lips of my wife press against those of the her new-found stranger.
Hands wandered; frantically clawing at his clothes as their mouths remained locked together. I watched, staring at the two in union along with a handful of other swingers. Each one ogling the sinful displays from the exhibitionists.
My wife was one of a dozen women at various stages of sex; some were giving head, some were receiving it, some had one partner fucking them and others had two. And some were passionately tearing off clothes, eager to have their cunts filled by a hard cock belonging to a person I'm not even sure they knew the name of.
Erin's curves were admired; her ass grabbed by the aroused gentleman as he kneaded my wife's bum through her sheer outfit. He pressed her downwards and she smiled, kneeling on the floor to take his cock in her mouth.
I felt a pang of regret; it was my job to fluff and yet she didn't need me. He grunted as she fellated him, bringing long licks onto his cock and swirling her mouth over the head of his prick. His eyes filled with pleasure; a deep relief that I rarely experienced from my wife.
Giving blowjobs was submissive and Erin didn't do that with me. She was a dominant and I was a sub, but she gleefully sank to her knees to prostrate herself before the cock of this stranger.
And she enjoyed it. I could see by the frantic motions of her head, bobbing on the cock, she was enjoying being taken by this man. He held the back of her head, thrusting into her mouth as she brought him edging towards the pleasure he sought.
But she wanted more; she wriggled her head free of his cock and leant back, landing on the mattress and beckoning the man onto her.
A club-branded condom rolled down his cock and slipped between her legs with effortless ease, filling her hole with his fat prick and drawing sighs and groans of pleasure from them both.
Long, hard thrusts pounded my wife's cunt as I watched helpless and horny. Watching the delicate frame of my lover bouncing as he rammed his cock into her and feeling the urge to slide my hand into my trousers.
It was a delicate torture; an intimate experience that was as bittersweet. My hormones were in overdrive; my cock strained my lacy panties as I couldn't take my eyes away from my wife, squealing and crying as he rhythmically impaled my Erin onto his meat.
It was over in a few minutes; he held my wife's ankles above his shoulder and her slippery cunt forced a climax into his condom. I stood motionless as they disengaged and they kissed, before her flirting began again.
Three men enjoyed her; I fluffed one of them, sucking his bare cock as she stood over me. My cock strained my feminine underwear, desperate for some attention as my clothing, bar my humiliating knickers, were discarded.
Some men laughed; a few women did too. My wife smiled at every dry comment I got and barb I received. It wasn't nasty, but it did make my cheeks burn.
As the cock slid past my lips, my cock rose, pressed against the delicate lace that Erin loved seeing me wear. I felt submissive; humiliated by the woman I love and fellating the man she wanted to fuck. My lust soared, my hormones radiated.
And then they fucked; I was licking my wife to orgasm as his condom-covered cock penetrated her. His spear parted her lips effortlessly, slamming his balls against my face as his prick took pleasure from my gorgeous wife.
She came; her cunt quivering as he fucked her and my tongue danced over her clit. She squealed into the room, crying as his rhythmic motions continued to pound her cunt.
We were the centre of attention; the orgasming woman, the naked adonis fucking the beautiful woman and the pathetic cuckold dressed in panties. We were a talking point in the centre of the room as scores of swingers watched the exhibitionists fuck.
And they continued to fuck. He had stamina, my wife had orgasms. Continually squealing and climaxing as his cock smashed into her cunt and his balls slid over my face.
I pushed my tounge against her crack, pressing against the prick sliding into my wife and flicking them where they both met. The bisexual swinger went faster, enjoying the feeling of my warm mouth against his cock.
And then he came; he buried his cock deep into my wife as his balls emptied and he sat back on his haunches, feeling every last pang of aftershock flood into his loins.
I hugged my near-naked wife afterwards; she said nothing as I found my trousers and added my clothes to the cloakroom ticket. I bought us both a drink and we sat in the foyer watching the couples pair off and chatting.
We were a married couple and I loved her more than ever; her cheeky playfulness came out as she ran her hands over my lacy prick. "Are we all horny?"
"Yeah!" I muttered. "What do you expect?"
"How is being a cuckold. Seeing but not being touched. Heaven, or hell?"
"Both! I could find Bryn."
"We are being a cuckold, aren't we? Given up on pussy?"
"No, just that you told me I wouldn't get any tonight." Her eyes fluttered, her smile returned.
"And so you shan
’t!" We stared for a few moments into each other's eyes and smiled; the long, lustful understanding broken a few moments later with a startled squeal. "Peter."
My blood ran cold instantly. I knew that voice. For 30 years I had known that distinctive tone of my blood-kin. When we used to play fight and actually fight, I knew the excited tone of my brother.
Split-seconds felt like hours, fear and reticence flooded my insides as my leaden head turned to face the topless man in just a smart pair of boxer shorts.
Joe Blackwell: the man who seduced my first girlfriend stared straight at me and my near naked wife. Erin did nothing. She didn't shriek, cover up or offer a smile. She waited for me; Joe did.
"Joe," I replied warmly, mostly because my brain couldn't work out what else to way.
He glanced under the glass table at my lacy underwear. "Nice fashion. Do you have the matching bra too?" His teasing made me smile, Erin giggled.
"I haven't got him in bras yet. Don't think he'd rock that look." Joe shrugged, as he glanced at the empty chair in front of us. He waited again, my married brother waited for me to offer it to him.
I did. "See Marie and I aren't the only ones who take advantage of grandparents to have a good time. Not seen you before here."
"It's our first time … here." We chatted as if talking to my brother while we both lay in underwear was normal. I felt embarrassed but Erin explained that we had a cuckold relationship and his face broke into a smile.
"But it makes sense. You let your first girlfriend screw everyone. But me."
"I didn't," I snapped instantly and then apologised as he leant back from my vicious tone. "Sorry. I didn't know she was screwing everyone. I didn't know how to handle it then."
"But now, you're OK?" His eyes glanced at Erin as I nodded.
"Bit different." His raised eyebrows demanded an explanation; I gave him one. The honesty in the relationship was crucial and the communication made it different. "The only boundary we have is complete honesty."
"The only boundary?"
"The only boundary," I repeated. A smile crept onto his face and he rose from his chair, extending his hand towards my wife. My heart skipped a beat.
"Sure?"
"Sure."
"Because, you couldn't handle it with Holly. You sure?"
"I don't get a say as to whom my wife fucks." The playroom they choose was private; my humiliation as a cuckold was not broadcast to the sex club, but I watched transfixed as they kissed.
My heart skipped and fluttered as I was tortured; my successful brother kissing and playing with my wife. His fingers found her breasts and I said nothing, forced to watch by the demands of my Erin.
I had to stay; the magnet to their sexual escapade was too intense to leave. I slumped against the wall, nervously watching as his cock was freed. It was bigger than mine; I had always known this. They kissed.
He reached for a condom, she stopped him. "If I can't screw my brother-in-law without a condom, who can I fuck?"
The words punched me in my stomach and stroked my cock simultaneously. Joe smiled at me as my slutty wife lay on the bed and took his meaty prick in her mouth.
Sucking him. Sucking him like she had never sucked a prick before. No man had ever been treated to such a loving blowjob as the fellatio my wife gave to my brother on that evening. She adored it; she adored every last moment of his veiny prick filling her mouth as I stared.
Conflicted. So humiliated. So horny.
And then the bare prick slid into my wife's cunt; she made eye contact with me, I smiled. I couldn't not smile. My insides swirled with the greatest humiliation a man can face; his unfaithful wife taking pleasure from his own brother while he watches.
Forced to watch: by my wife, by my brother and my own kink. This was my kink and this depraved man adored seeing the bare prick slide into his wife as the swinging testicles of his brother sloshed with cum.
My wife would soon be filled with the cum of his balls why I watched with an erection tenting a pair of ladies underwear. His thrusts made her cry and groan, just like he made Holly squeal and cry all those years ago. His hands gripped her thighs like he made red marks on Holly's thighs and his buttocks swung powerfully as his hips drove his prick deep into my wife.
And he was cumming; they both were. A few moments of frantic fucking and he came, grunting as he filled her cunt with his seed. They gulped and panted, looking at me with fulfilled expressions.
"I remember Holly saying that bareback sex should always be followed by her man eating her out," Joe taunted.
Erin giggled.
It may have been my brother's cum.
It may have been the most humiliating and exhilarating five minutes of my life.
But it was my partner, my wife and I am cuckold.
Without questioning it, I knelt down beside my wife and began to clean up.
Chapter XXV
Our New Neighbours
A lot had happened since we'd taken our first steps on the road of sexual liberation. Erin and I were closer than we had ever been and the adventures on our six month celebration were mind-blowing.
Nothing could top that evening; Joe became an occasional lover for my wife. He was the only other man she'd fuck bareback, and the sight of my brother taking Erin while I looked on was a deep, shaming humiliation that excited the very core of my submissive tendencies. However, Joe and his wife were more into wife-swapping, and as I never fucked other women, Erin's playtime with him was on a monthly not a daily basis.
In the early months of our adventures my wife sought more and more lovers as the reins were unleashed and the shackles were off. She longed for sex with more and more people as she fed from Christina's libido and they egged each other on.
But after that night at the sex club my gorgeous wife settled a bit more. She had done the rampant promiscuity and I had watched, heard, fluffed and even videoed her sex with scores of men, and been told about hundreds more.
The novelty of her freedom was waning slightly, and although she still had plenty of nights out and trips away, she longed for some more stability. She sought fewer, and more engaged partnerships for her regular sex. That came from Greg, a bald-headed estate agent in an adjacent town, and Samuel, a regular gym bunny. I liked them both; Greg was older and he loved to have my lips around his cock before he fucked Erin. He loved emphasising his dominance over me, and enjoyed seeing me prostrate myself before him.
But outside the bedroom he was a nice, genuine guy. He was married, but in an open relationship, and after fucking he enjoying sitting and watching television, or discussing politics. We met him in pubs and restaurants and were good friends with him, and later his wife. It was like having Jason back, only with less hair and fewer muscles.
Her other partner was Samuel and he was more insular; he bounced from girlfriend to girlfriend but his Thursday dates with Erin at the local cinema were the only constant in his love life. It started every evening: he'd meet her from work, go to his apartment and have sex, then dinner. Then have sex again and get changed, go to the cinema, have sex again on his double bed and he would bring her home. Occasionally, she would stay the night.
He avoided my eye contact when he brought my wife home, and he never engaged with me at all. I can't remember more than ten words said between us, and Erin laughed when I suggested he might be a little scared of me.
My sex life settled also: I had a regular lover in Bryn, an irregular lover in my wife and a once or twice monthly visit with a local naked men's group I joined to the local “open minded male spa and sauna.”
It was a fucking shop; secluded corners and playrooms, beds and hot tubs: all full of copulating men performing unbiblical acts in public. I loved my visits; not a trip went past without my mouth sating several gentlemen and I normally got a couple back in return. It allowed me to release my sexual steam without breaking our dynamic.
Although, I still gave my wife plenty of oral; I adored the taste of her cunt on my tongue and the feelin
g of her orgasming pussy squeezing my fingers as I massaged her G-Spot. I loved the wetness coating my face and the gentle run of her hands through my short hair as she tried to resist another climax.
And I was promised full intercourse on my birthday and our anniversary; a fair trade for a panty-wearing cuckold.
I had a full sex life: we all did.
It felt as though nothing would change. We didn't want it too, but events beyond our control were about to cause problems
And it probably would have been far worse, if it wasn't for Greg. The properties being constructed at the end of our drive were nearing completion. I returned home one day to find that a number of the hedges and trees that marked the original boundary and shielded the newly-built end property from the filthy antics of my house and Bryn's property had been removed. They had been replaced with short picket fences.
We complained to the site manager; it was a deviation from the plan, and his junior subcontractor had removed the wrong hedges. His manager returned my calls and I made a complaint to the Council. I wanted them replanted.
The building contractors eventually planted several new hedges but they were young saplings, and the end house was angled so it would have a spectacular vista over our driveway and Bryn's gardens.
There was little more we could do, but wait and see who bought the house. Bryn explored erecting a large fence or wall, and we spoke to an uncompromising and unhelpful man from the council planning team.
Bryn and Christina valued their privacy more than anything and their lifestyle was under threat. The multi-millionaires viewed other properties in the local area and our friendly, bisexual, cuckold neighbours were seeking a house move.
Things were about to change and if it wasn't for Greg, they would have. His estate agency sold the problematic property to a young professional couple: a delightful young lady who worked in public relations and a wiry fiancé who worked in IT.
I chatted to them briefly as they moved in; helped them carry some boxes into their stylish new residence and they seemed friendly and “normal.” While I had nothing against them, I worried for the carefree nature of our existence, where the only people we had to shield from our sexual adventures was our children.