by Anya Aurelie
Cuckolded: Cheating Wife Stories
Vol. 2 box set, #4–6
(Rough one-on-one and group sex with a young housewife)
#4: The Cuckold’s Wife
#5: Cuckolded by the Boss
#6: Serving the Group
By
Anya Aurelie
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#4: The Cuckold’s Wife
After the dinner party, Ashley and Mike walked across the street toward their house, Ashley still feeling the jizz of the three strangers oozing out of her cunt and dripping down her inner thighs as they walked. Her panties were still at Dave’s house, in his office where he had taken them off her and refused to let her put them back on. She hoped Mike wouldn't notice the wet trickle on her legs below where her dress ended.
Though frankly, by this point she wasn't sure Mike noticed much of anything. She’d cheated on him three times now — once with two frat guys at a party, once with their neighbor Dave in exchange for some sugar, and third time just now, with Dave and his two friends at his dinner party, with her husband in the very next room. If she could do all of this right under Mike’s nose without Mike noticing, the trickle down her thighs was no worry at all.
"That was a very nice party," Mike said as he unlocked the door to their house and the couple stepped inside. "It's a shame we don't get to see our neighbors more often."
"It sure is," Ashley agreed, heading toward the bathroom. She hoped Dave's wife, Marjorie, would not find her panties, and wondered what would happen if she did. Ashley didn't have Dave's phone number, and for an instant she imagined running back across the street to grab the underwear — but of course she couldn’t do that.
"Hey, where you going?" Mike asked her.
"To take a shower," Ashley said, ducking without meaning to as he reached out for her.
"Why not wait a little while?" Mike asked. He stroked her arm, and this time she fought the urge to pull away. "I thought maybe we could spend some time alone together…" he trailed off suggestively.
Ashley almost rolled her eyes. Compared to the men she had fucked recently, Mike was so soft and tender, treated her like she was fragile, when what she really wanted was to be pounded hard. She knew that now — the men she’d met in the past few weeks had taught her that. They required complete submission from her, and ironically now it was becoming more and more difficult for her to submit to Mike, with his tender embraces and gentle lovemaking.
Ashley sighed. "I feel really dirty. I just want to take a quick shower first," she said.
"I don't mind if you're dirty," he said. "Actually, I think it's kind of sexy."
"No," she protested, more firmly now. "Really, I'd like to take a shower." She continued into the bathroom and was opening the cabinet to take out a fresh towel when she felt a strong hand pulling her back. "Oh!" she said in surprise.
"Ashley, I am your husband. You are my wife. I said that I would like to spend some alone time with you right now."
Ashley was shocked. Mike had never spoken to her this way before, had never implied that she was his property and that she had to do what he demanded. It sounded much more like something one of her recent playthings would have said than something she was accustomed to hearing from Mike’s lips.
"What?" Ashley asked.
"You heard me," Mike said. "Come to the bedroom with me. Just for a few minutes. You can shower afterward."
Her heart pounded. If she followed him to the bedroom, he would discover that she was full of cum — and that she had no underwear on. But if she said no… what would happen then? They had never had a dispute of this sort in the relationship before. Ashley was typically the one who wanted sex more often, and she was used to Mike turning her down, not the other way around.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her into their bedroom. She was struck once again at how similar it looked to Dave’s. "Just a quick snuggle," she agreed tentatively. "And then I really have to shower." She hoped she was misinterpreting the vibe here and that a snuggle would be enough to satisfy him.
They lay down on their marital bed, and everything felt normal again. Mike spooned her from behind and draped his arm across her. She snuggled back into him, thinking of the three men filling her holes just minutes before.
But then Mike began stroking her body, his hand wandering up and down over her dress, feeling the outline of her curves, finding her nipple through the dress and bra and rubbing it lightly. It was quite a contrast to the rough pinches she had been subjected to earlier, but still she felt her nipples stiffening under his touch.
The rest of her body was stiffening too, worried.
Mike's hand drifted down to her thigh and began caressing the bare skin below her dress.
"Mike…" she protested weakly.
He didn't respond, but continued to stroke her body, feeling down her legs as far as he could reach, then back up over her hips and waist, over the gentle slope of her breast, then began venturing back down.
"Mike," Ashley started again, "just let me take a shower first." Her voice had an edge of irritation now, and she began shifting away from him on the bed, hoisting herself up on her elbow to start to leave.
"No," Mike said firmly, shoving her back down against the bed. Ashley was again shocked. This was completely out of character for him.
His hand caressed her thigh still, and he moved now toward her inner thigh, toward the stickiness that had seeped out of her.
Shit, she thought. He was about to discover her secret. This could not happen.
Again she shifted on the bed, more forcefully pulling away from him to stand up. And again he snapped to attention and shoved her back down against him. He pried her legs apart, and his hand moved over the stickiness between her inner thighs.
If he noticed anything out of the ordinary, he didn't say it. But his hands slowly, tortuously, moved up her inner thigh toward her bare pussy. Ashley's heart thumped louder in her chest. Her mind raced. What explanation could she give for her lack of panties? Could she pass off the cum inside of her for her own lubrication? And even if he bought it, why would she be wet right now to begin with?
His fingers continued to dance up her inner thigh, and soon they reached the point where her underwear should have been.
"What's this?" he asked gruffly. "Why aren’t you wearing panties?”
Ashley felt beads of sweat break out across her for head. "I… Sometimes I don't wear any. I didn't have any clean. It feels sexy to be bare.” She grasped at excuses, flinging them all toward him together, hoping one would stick.
"Is that so," he said, and Ashley tried to look back at his face, his body still behind hers on the bed, to discern what he was thinking, but she couldn't turn her head far enough.
Mike's fin
gers began to explore the outer lips of her sex. His fingers probed her, exploring her wetness. Ashley’s stomach churned. There was no way he wouldn't know what she’d been up to. He pushed a finger inside of her, and she felt more cum ooze out from within.
"You're very wet," he observed.
"Yes… I was… thinking about you."
"Oh, were you?" he asked, and she thought she heard an edge to his voice.
All of a sudden, Mike pushed her onto her back and sat up in the bed. He towered over her, and she knew it was too late. He was about to discover her secret, if he hadn’t already. She almost couldn't breathe. She lay still and waited for what was to come. Yelling and screaming? Throwing her out of the house? Separation, and possibly divorce? Her face burned in shame.
Positioning himself between her legs and opening them up wide, Mike peered down at her stretched, full cunt.
Calmly, he said again, “You’re very, very wet indeed."
She nodded almost imperceptibly, still frozen in fear.
“Take your dress off,” he commanded, and she wiggled out of it.
“Bra,” he ordered gruffly, and she took that off too, knowing that there was dried cum on her tits.
Then to her surprise, Mike leaned down and flicked the tip of his tongue across her clit. Then he licked around it in a circle, and the feeling of the wet tongue against her skin was almost too much to bear. Despite the thorough fucking she'd gotten earlier, she found herself getting aroused again now. Was it possible he didn't know? Was it possible he believed her that her wetness was for him?
Still, though, when he moved his tongue further down her slippery pussy, toward her hot opening, she stiffened again, worried that this was now the moment everything would come crashing down on them. Mike did not usually lick her pussy — this was a rare treat for her — but he nonetheless knew how it tasted. He would definitely notice that something was different.
With his hands, he pulled the opening to her cunt wider apart, thrusting his tongue deep inside of her. He took her cunt with his mouth with a force and roughness she was unaccustomed to, and that she loved. She wondered briefly whether she ever would have strayed, if he had fucked her like this from the start. She felt guilty.
Mike lapped at her stretched, recently fucked pussy, licking the other three men’s cum out of her, and it gave her a thrill to think of him doing this unknowingly, even while she felt shameful about it. She thought of the gangbang she had participated in that evening, how they’d covered her skin with their cum inside and out, and she wondered now whether it would be her ass, rather than her cunt, that would give her away. Extra juices oozing from her pussy, even if it looked and smelled and tasted different from her own juices, could much more easily be passed off as hers than could cum dripping out of her stretched asshole. She had to keep Mike from turning her over.
Mike continued to ram his tongue into her pussy, licking up and down the length of her, massaging her clit with his tongue and fingers in turn. Then he traced the opening to her cunt, rubbing his finger around and around the hole before inserting the finger deep inside of her. His finger was now covered with other men’s cum, she knew, and she got a little thrill at the idea. This was so wrong. So naughty.
But so fun.
Inserting a second finger inside of her, Mike began to massage Ashley's G-spot. He took her clit into his mouth and rolled it around on his tongue, licking and sucking it. She ground her hips up into his face, losing herself in the moment, no longer wanting to pull away, but wanting just to shove forward, to move into him, to be taken by him.
Then, just as she was on the edge of orgasm and about to fall off the cliff, he pulled both fingers out of her and climbed on top of her. Turned on immeasurably, Ashley opened her legs to him as he guided his cock inside of her. Missionary position was their standard, but this felt different, somehow. She was opening herself up wider to him, he was thrusting into her more deeply, harder, more lustfully. He was fucking her less like his loving wife and more like a piece-of-meat whore. She had no idea what had caused his change of heart, but she loved it.
Ashley wrapped her legs around him and allowed him to ride her, to stretch her out with her fourth cock of the day. Soon she felt the orgasm mounting inside of her again, and she grabbed his ass and shoved him deeper into her cunt. But when he noticed her pleasure, she pulled all the way out of her again, denying her orgasm.
"Not so fast," he said. "I'm the one calling the shots here." He had a strange look on his face, an unusual glint in his eyes, and Ashley looked up at him, trying to discern what it was.
Then Mike roughly shoved her over onto her stomach — exactly what she wanted to avoid.
"Get on all fours," he demanded.
“Not right now —" she said, but he cut her off.
"Now," he growled. She followed his orders, dreading the moment that he finally realized what was going on. She knew cum was still oozing out of her asshole, that it was dried on her back. She knew that even if he had somehow not noticed her full pussy and the cum dried on her tits and stomach, that this would be impossible to ignore.
But Mike thrust roughly into her cunt from behind, spreading her ass cheeks wide with both hands as he did so, and fucking her with that same intensity.
"Reach down and rub your clit,” he demanded, and Ashley's eyebrows shot up. She’d never heard Mike talk to her this way. Their sex life had always been unadventurous, and any hands-on action was hands on the other person's body, not on Ashley’s or Mike's own body. But his tone was firm, and her desire was strong, so she reached down between her legs as he fucked her from behind, and began rubbing her wet, engorged clit.
He thrust into her with long, hard strokes, pulling almost all the way out of her body before sliding back in to the hilt, such a change of pace from his normal approach.
As she continued to rub herself, Mike reached around with one hand and grabbed one tit, pushing all the way into her body and holding himself there for a moment. He was controlling her, she realized with surprise and a little thrill. His thrusts shoved her forward with each motion, and between his fucking her, his sudden roughness, her own finger on her sensitive clit, and the way he grabbed her tits, she soon found her pleasure mounting for a third time. Not sure whether he would try to stop her again, she kept quiet. Behind her, Mike’s thrusting was getting more intense as well, and she knew that he was close to orgasm himself.
The thought of him depositing his load inside of her pussy, displacing the cum that been left there by the three strangers from earlier in the night, sent her over the edge. She began writhing into him, no longer able to stay quiet. Her whole body was wracked with waves of pleasure, and soon he began screaming his own release as well.
She could feel the first spurt of his cum fill her sore, used pussy when as he continued thrusting into her he gasped, “You fucking slut! You fucked all those men tonight."
With her orgasm already at its peak, the revelation only heightened her pleasure. He knew — her husband knew she had been gangbanged by strangers. As stars burst in front of her eyes with the sensation and as Mike continued to thrust roughly into her cunt and let out his streams of cum, he continued to gasp, “You let all those men fuck your pussy, your throat, and your ass at dinner tonight, didn't you? Didn't you? That's where you went when you disappeared.”
His comment ended with a scream of pleasure from him, more intense than any she’d ever heard from him before. His cock was so hard as he came inside of her, her pussy quivering around it.
As her orgasm subsided and Mike's last spurts of cum quieted, he pulled out of her thoroughly used cunt and she felt the shiver of fear return. Now that their orgasms were over, she wasn't sure what to expect. She wasn't sure what he was capable of.
He had fucked all of these men’s cum into his wife and had seemed to enjoy it — but perhaps he was only taking his perverse pleasure one last time.
Ashley collapsed on the bed and rolled back over to her back, looking up at him. M
ike crawled up her body and shoved his softening cock into her mouth. "Clean it up," he demanded. "Lick my dick clean. Suck off the cum from all those men you fucked tonight."