Cuckolded: Cheating Wife Stories, Vol. 2 box set #4–6 (Rough one-on-one and group play with a young housewife)

by Anya Aurelie

  Scared, she took his cock into her mouth and licked up and down it, tasting cum and the taste of her own arousal.

  "You dirty fucking whore," he continued. "You fucking slut. Did you fuck all three of them at once? Did they fill all three of your holes at the same time?"

  He pulled out of her mouth and peered down at her. Shame burning her cheeks, Ashley nodded. She could hardly look at him. Was he about to slap her?

  But he didn't. Instead, he said, “Tell me about it. Tell me exactly what they did to you."

  Ashley took a deep breath. “Mike?” she asked hesitantly. "Are you okay?"

  "I ask the questions here, slut," he answered.

  Taken aback, Ashley looked up at him. Alright. If he really wanted to know, she would tell him.

  "Yes, they fucked me. All three of them. They fucked me in my mouth, in my cunt, in my ass. Just like you said. They made me their slut, all three of them at once. They used my body."

  A slow smile spread over Mike's face, and she tried to read what he was thinking. "No," he said. "Start from the beginning. Tell me exactly what happened."

  "The beginning?" Ashley wasn't sure how far back to go. Should she tell him about fucking Dave last week? About the blackmail?

  As though reading her mind, Mike said, “Tell me everything."

  She took a deep breath. "I guess it started last week," she said in a quiet voice. "We were out of sugar when I was baking the cake for your company's charity auction. I went over to ask Dave if I could borrow some —"

  Mike interrupted her. "So you already knew him?”

  "No," she said, looking down. "I met him that day. "

  "And you let him fuck you the first time you met.” Again Ashley felt the shame rise through her body and appear as redness on her cheeks. But Mike was beginning to stroke his cock again, which was already starting to harden for a second time. She’d never seen him recover so quickly after coming.

  "Yes, I let him fuck me. In exchange for sugar."

  Mike groaned as he continued to stroke himself. "You're a cheap whore, too," he said. "Did you like it? Did you like his cock?"

  "I did," she said. "It was so hard." She glanced up at him to see how he was reacting, but he seemed to love this information.

  “Was he bigger than me?" Mike asked.

  "Yes," Ashley told him, looking into his eyes now.

  She saw the shame in his own face now too, but his cock only got harder and harder, looking stiffer than she'd ever seen it in his hands.

  "Tell me more," Mike demanded, beginning to rub his throbbing dick over Ashley's cum-encrusted breasts now.

  "He told me he would give me some sugar, but only if I let him do what he wanted to me. So I did. He fucked my throat on his kitchen floor. He held me down, he shoved his cock into my mouth. It was so big I almost choked on it. He came down my throat. And then I left — but then I went back for more. I wanted more of his cock."

  Mike looked like he could hardly breathe, his cheeks flushed as he continued to rub his engorged cock over her chest. Her nipples were at attention now too, seeing how turned on he was — as well as with her own memories.

  "He took me into his bedroom. He handcuffed me. And then he fucked me. He treated me like the little slut I know I am, and then he came deep inside my pussy."

  “Bare?” Mike asked. "He came inside you without protection?”

  “Bare,” she affirmed. "He filled my cunt up with his cum. He dominated me and made me his."

  Mike took a break from her tits and shoved his cock into her mouth, forcing her to suck and lick him again. This time he was stretched as tight as his cock could go. She’d never felt him so hard. "I bet you loved having that strange man's cock inside of you," Mike spat down at her as she sucked him.

  She nodded up at him, the cock still in her mouth.

  "You fucking cumbag. You dirty fucking slut cum-dumpster.”

  Ashley felt herself prickle with the names. Mike had never called her names before — had never been anything but nice and polite during their lovemaking. But she loved it. She loved all the dirty, degrading words he threw at her, this new side of him that shamed and humiliated her while he too was being humiliated with her infidelity. She knew he was right — anything he called her was right. She was a slutty, dirty girl, a cheating wife, a whore. And she loved it.

  He pulled his cock out of her mouth and prompted her, “So what about this time? Tell me about getting fucked tonight."

  She again felt the thrill of fear run through her, but she obeyed. "When we got there tonight, I wanted him. I wanted to have his cock again. But I knew that I couldn't. Not with you in the next room."

  As she spoke he stroked himself again with the slick moisture from her mouth.

  "But then Dave told me that if I didn't fuck him again, he would tell you." She took in a sharp breath and again looked down in shame, though she caught his body language — he seemed to be leaning into her story, hanging on her every word.

  "He told me that not only did I have to let him fuck me tonight, but that I had to let his friends use me too. That they could do whatever they wanted to me, and if I obeyed they would not tell you what I’d done."

  "So you fucked them."

  "Yes, I fucked them. I let Dave take my panties off in his office and lean me up against the desk with my cunt and ass exposed. Then he brought Eric and Stephen in and they all touched my pussy and pushed inside of me."

  "Show me," Mike said simply, his voice thick.

  Ashley stood up and leaned over the bed the way she’d leaned over the desk earlier that night. "Then I pulled my ass cheeks apart like this to show them."

  Mike got up and stood behind her, examining her as the other three men had done. "And then they touched you?" he repeated, trailing his fingers around her pussy lips and then pushing inside of her without warning.

  "Yes," Ashley said. "Then Marjorie called us all for the meal. Afterward we went into Dave's bedroom again, and they made me suck all three of their cocks."

  "Show me," Mike said again. She loved this dominant side of him, could not believe she had never seen it before. She got down on her knees and took his cock into her mouth, sucking at it greedily. She remembered the three men's cocks being shoved down her throat earlier, how she’d gone back and forth between them, all those hands all over her body.

  "Did you like sucking them?" Mike asked. "Were they all huge and hard?"

  "Yes," she said. "I loved it. And they were all huge and hard. I loved having all three of their cocks to myself, and I loved that you were right there in the same house and didn't know. Or at least —" she added uncertainly, "— I thought you didn't know."

  "I was starting to suspect at that point," Mike said. "Suck me. Show me how you sucked them."

  He shoved his cock down her throat, and she demonstrated how she had sucked the three others. She grabbed his balls, tickled her tongue up and down his shaft, took the head of his cock into her mouth. He moaned and threw his head back.

  "I bet you loved doing that," he said. "A little slut like you."

  She looked up at him and nodded around his cock.

  "Then what?" he asked her.

  "Then after dessert they took me out in the backyard. They stripped me naked and they all fucked me at once. One of them fucked my mouth while another fucked my cunt. They had me on all fours, like you did just a moment ago."

  Mike smiled at this, and his cheeks burned a little redder.

  "Get back on all fours," he demanded. "Show me what you did for them."

  Ashley obligingly got back on the bed and got on all fours. Mike started at her face, fucking her mouth from the front while on his knees. Then he moved around to the other end of her while she stayed still, and he inserted himself into her sore, stretched pussy.

  "Keep talking," he demanded.

  Ashley tried to think of what else to tell him. "They took me, they used me exactly like they wanted to. They shoved me full of cock. And they made me come. "
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  "Men other than me made you come," he repeated. "Was it better than with me?"

  Ashley considered. She decided on honesty. "Yes, it was better. It was amazing. I loved the way they fucked me."

  His dick was hard as steel inside of her, feeling as though it was about to burst. His thick, meaty rod fucked in and out of her.

  “Come for me, slut,” he commanded, and it didn’t take much. She pushed back into him, thinking of the strange cocks that had been inside of her, thinking of her husband’s cock covered in their cum, and soon she was spasming a second time.

  “You’re thinking about them, aren’t you?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she groaned. He continued to thrust into her as her cunt tightened and released around him and she moaned uncontrollably.

  "And then they fucked your ass," he continued for her.

  In a whisper, Ashley confirmed, “Yes.”

  Mike pulled out of her cunt and held her firm, round ass cheeks apart, then rubbed the lube of her pussy juice mixed with leftover cum onto her asshole with the tip of his cock. He had never done anything like this to her before. They had never even experimented with fingers on or in the asshole. Her heart fluttered in anticipation. Her whole body felt flushed as she waited, excited.

  Then he pushed into her, her gaping asshole showing much less resistance than it had earlier, his wife already used up and stretched. Still, she could tell that she was tight around him as he went deeper, and he groaned as as he began fucking into her ass.

  "I can't believe you slutty whore let other men fuck you here before me, your husband," he said.

  "And I loved it, too," Ashley said.

  He fucked her harder and faster, and she felt that she was under his complete control. For the first time, her husband was fucking her the way she wanted to be fucked.

  "Tell me about them coming," he demanded.

  "They came all over me," she said. "I was covered in their cum. I still am. They came in my mouth, in my unprotected cunt, and deep up inside my ass." And she said it, she felt Mike begin to spasm behind her.

  "Oh, fuck!" he cried out, and the first bursts of his cum began shooting into her ass.

  As he filled her with his hot load, she continued, “Then they painted me with it. They pulled out midway through and came all over my back, my tits, my face. All over my whole entire body."

  Mike did the same, pulling out of her ass and covering her with stream after stream of his thick creaminess. Just when she thought it was over, he quickly rolled her onto her stomach and shot the last few spurts over her stomach, tits, and face, marking and covering her entire body as all three men had done earlier.

  Panting, he finally collapsed beside her on the bed. "Wow," he breathed. "I never knew you were such a slut."

  Ashley looked over at him, cum dripping off her chin, and smiled. As Mike reached out and massaged his cum into her tits, she said, "I am such a slut. You have no idea."

  He looked into her eyes and said, "I hope you'll show me. I want to know just how dirty you are."

  "I would love to," Ashley said, surprising herself by how okay she was with this turn of events. More than okay, really. Thrilled. Still shocked at Mike’s reaction to her infidelities, she said, "Maybe next time we’ll have to be the ones to host a dinner party."

  The smile spread over Mike's entire face. "I think that's a great idea,” he said. “I can’t wait.”

  #5: Cuckolded by the Boss

  In the days following Ashley and Mike's intense fuck session upon his realization that she was cheating, things went back to normal much more than she expected. She was relieved that it turned Mike on to know that she been with other men — right under his nose, even — and there was even something very sexy for her about the idea of his fucking other men’s cum into her, coating her with his fluids when she was already coated and filled with others’. It was by far preferable to the alternative, the reaction that she had feared: that he would be furious and divorce her.

  Yet it surprised her that afterward things seemed to go back to normal for them. He went to work, she stayed home and cleaned the house and prepared meals, and their tepid suburban life continued. She hadn’t seen Dave again, and she still wondered about the fate of her silky black panties that had been abandoned in his office. She wondered if all of these experiences were just a little blip in her and Mike’s marriage — whether soon it would feel as though none of it had ever happened.

  Until one day.

  Mike called Ashley at 11:30 one weekday morning and asked her for a favor. He hadn’t brought anything with him to eat at work for lunch, and while he usually went out to grab something, he was in the middle of a big project and couldn't stop.

  "Do you think you could bring me something to eat?" he asked plaintively.

  “Sure,” Ashley said, masking her annoyance at having to go out of her way. She was trying to be extra helpful lately, still somewhat worried that Mike would change his position and explode over her infidelities. She got together a turkey sandwich, an apple, and some chips and hummus, and headed to Mike’s office.

  She’d been to the office before, and thought she knew most of the people who worked there. But he'd only been there himself for a year and a half, since graduating high school, and as luck would have it, when she reached the door to the office the man coming out was one she did not know.

  He was in his mid-40s, and wore a suit and tie. Although many in the office wore suits and ties, Mike included, something about this man told her he was important.

  "Hello," the man said authoritatively as he exited the front door, standing in front of it to block her passage and running a hand through his silvery dark hair. "Can I help you?"

  Ashley fumbled in the face of his confidence. Despite being over twice her age, she found him very attractive: his long, lean muscles, well-defined; his sharp haircut; his crisp suit. All of it suggested that he had money. But more than anything, it was the way he held himself — shoulders back, head held high, self-assuredness almost oozing from his body.

  "Hello, I'm Mike's wife," she said, extending her hand and trying to match his confidence. "I'm bringing him some lunch. May I go find him?"

  A soft smile played on the man's face as he looked at her. "And do you have a name, Mike's wife?" he asked.

  "Oh — yes," she said, looking down in embarrassment. "I'm Ashley."

  "Kenneth," the man said to her, as though he were too busy for a complete sentence, and extended his hand in return. His handshake was firm. "Go on inside."

  It was such a simple interaction, yet something about this man, the way he guarded the door as though he owned it, as though he controlled who went in and who stayed out, was a distinct turn-on. As he stepped aside and allowed her entry to the building, she felt a surge of wetness in her panties. Without meaning to, she felt herself wondering what it would be like to be taken by this man. She wondered whether he had a big cock. She wondered what he would want to do to her.

  Trying to shove these thoughts out of her mind, she continued down the corridor toward Mike's office. Being a manager, albeit a young and new one, Mike had his own office. It was one of the reasons he liked working for this company, despite their many shortcomings, which he often discussed at length, to Ashley's annoyance and boredom.