Cucked So Good

by Catey Redd

  "And then you reached in his pants and played with his cock, and then you sucked his dick, and then you got in the back of his truck and he fucked you, right?" I interrupted.

  My wife's eyes almost came out of her head, and her jaw hit the floor.

  I had never, ever seen her look so utterly stunned.

  "W-what, how...how did you—”

  "I saw you," I said, interrupting her again.

  "What do you mean, you saw me?" she said, her voice still full of shock.

  I reached out and took both of her hands in mine as we stared into each other's eyes.

  "I went looking for you when I couldn't find you," I said. "I saw you kissing him, I saw him kissing you. I followed you to his truck. I saw everything. I mean, it was dark, but I saw pretty much everything. I was right there."

  "You were there? At the truck?" she said in near disbelief were it not for me describing to her exactly what she had done with Clark.

  "Yes," I said.

  "Why didn't you...if you saw us, why...why didn't....," my wife started to say, seemingly at a loss for words.

  "Stop you from fucking him?" I said helpfully.

  "Yes," Sloane whispered, squeezing my hands tightly with hers.

  "I don't know," I said, then quickly I said, "No, that's not true. I know why. At first I was so mad and so upset, but I could see that you wanted to do it, with him, and I didn't want to confront you. I didn't want our marriage to be over."

  Sloane's chin started to quiver again and her eyes filled with tears. "Oh honey," she said in barely even a whisper.

  "But then something else happened, something I never expected," I said.

  My wife's head tilted a little as she searched my eyes, trying to figure out what I was going to say next.

  "What happened?" she said.

  "You're not going to believe it," I said.

  "Tell me!" my wife said.

  "I...this is crazy, but, I suddenly felt...horny," I said. "My cock got so hard, like, harder than it's been in so long."

  "What?" she whispered, obviously finding what I was saying so hard to believe.

  "It's true, I was so turned on, turned on like crazy," I said. "I couldn't believe it myself, but it was so powerful, such a powerful feeling, it took me over."

  "You were turned on watching me...with...Clark?" Sloane said, repeating it out loud in an obvious effort to make sense of it.

  "You know how turned on I was?" I said.

  "How turned on?" she whispered.

  "I jerked off," I said, an embarrassed little smile coming across my face.

  "You what?!" my wife whispered, looking at me like I was completely nuts.

  "I jerked off, right there, right next to the truck, while I watched Clark on top of you, fucking you," I said. "Don't ask me to explain it. I just felt...it was just something I wanted to do, needed to do. Seeing you having sex with him, it...it got me so fucking horny I had to jerk off."

  Sloane just stood there staring at me. Her mouth moved like she was about to say something, but no words came out. I had made her completely speechless.

  "I know," I laughed softly, "it's...crazy."

  "Wow, I...I just....." my wife said, her words trailing off.

  "I guess you learn something new about yourself once in a while," I smiled at her.

  "You got off watching me get fucked," Sloane said.

  "Was that a question or a statement?" I said.

  That made her laugh a little. "I guess it was a question, but you already answered it, so, I just needed to say it," she said.

  "Yeah," I said.

  "I thought this was going to be the end for us," she sighed, moving closer to me. "I knew I had to tell you, and I thought you were going to tell me to fuck off, and then you were going to divorce me."

  "No!" I exclaimed. "Never. I love you so much. I feel so close to you right now. Even knowing his cum is inside your pussy right now, the thought of that makes me want you right here, right now, more than ever."

  "Oh Nicholas!" Sloane said, and she fell down into my arms as I caught her and we began to kiss passionately, even more passionately and intensely than we had in a very long time.

  "I love you!" she said. "I love you, I love you so much!"

  "I love you!" I said as we kissed and kissed, our tongues sliding into one another's mouths.

  We tore off each other's clothes.

  My cock was so hard. Sloane got down and sucked it like a woman possessed. It felt incredible.

  She climbed on me and slid her messy pussy down on my dick and, as promised, rode me so fucking hard until she started to scream and shake with orgasm.

  Feeling her cunt tightening around my shaft, and feeling the sticky wetness of Clark's semen inside my wife, I groaned and blasted a massive load all the way up inside her.

  My wife collapsed on top of me, and we started to kiss again.

  Tears started to roll down her face as she smiled at me and told me over and over, "I love you, honey I love you, I love you."

  "I love you, too, honey, more than anything in the world," I smiled, wiping the tears from her face.

  I rolled her over onto her back and started to kiss down her body.

  "Honey, what are you doing," she exclaimed, her voice full of surprise and worry, when I kissed past her bellybutton and my mouth reached her cunt. "It's so messy, it's...it's yours and his!" she whispered.

  I looked up at her and smiled, and then I shoved my tongue into her cunt, tasting her and myself and Clark all mixed together.

  "Ohhhhh my Godddddddd," she groaned, thrusting her hips upward and mashing her pussy into my face as she grabbed my head and pushed me down into her.

  I ate her out so fucking good, licking up all that sperm and cunt juice, making her come several times in the process.

  By the time I had cleaned her up completely, my cock was hard again and I got up on top of her and slid it inside her.

  She wrapped her legs around me and grabbed onto me, running her hands up and down my back, moaning, "Ohhh fuck, ohhhhh God, Nicholas!" as I fucked her hard.

  I came inside her once again, just like Clark had in the back of that truck.

  My wife and I were more in love than ever.

  And she didn't even bother going to the reunion the next day. She didn't want to or need to.

  We stayed at the hotel, fucking all day and evening, and then we drove home, back to the city, back to our wonderful life together.

  Will we do it again?

  Will she fuck another man while I watch and get off to it?

  I don't know. But I hope so.

  I know it will only bring my wife and I closer to one another and make our sex life even hotter, like it did during our trip to the countryside.

  FILLED WHILE HE’S AWAY

  Chapter One

  “It sounds very dangerous," Nina said to her husband Eric when he told her about his new assignment.

  "Well, danger is my middle name," Eric replied, not even realizing how ridiculous he sounded.

  Eric thought very highly of himself. Nina knew that, but she married him anyway two years earlier.

  She liked his confidence, even if it was more like arrogance.

  It was part of why her husband had become a star reporter at one of the biggest newspapers in the country.

  "Besides," Eric added with even more self-importance, "how else am I going to win a Pulitzer?"

  "Going into a war zone?" Nina said.

  "Sure, why not?" he said. "I'm too fast for their bullets."

  "What about their landmines and things like that?" Nina said.

  "I'm too smart for those," Eric replied.

  Yes, his newspaper was sending him to central Africa, where government-backed armies were fighting a growing terrorist group.

  It had started to generate headline news, and the paper wanted Eric, one of their best reporters, to go over there for three months to report on the story.

  "This could be my big break," Eric said.
"This could be my ticket to cable news, and then everyone will know who I am."

  "Great," Nina sighed. "If you're not dead."

  "Don't worry," he said, kissing his wife on the cheek. "I'll be just fine. And when I'm a famous cable news reporter and making the big bucks, I won't forget about you, you know."

  "You'll probably have an affair with one of those blonde news bimbos," Nina said.

  Eric gasped with indignation.

  His reaction let Nina know that yes, he would probably do exactly that.

  "I would never!" he said. "And frankly, I am offended that you would even suggest that I would. What kind of a person do you think I am?"

  "You're right, honey, I know you would never cheat on me," Nina smiled.

  "Just like I know you would never cheat on me," Eric smiled as he wrapped his arms around his wife. "You could never find a man as good as me, anyway."

  "Yes, you're so right," Nina replied, rolling her eyes.

  "You're going to miss me so bad for three months," he said.

  "Won't we get to talk once in a while?" Nina said.

  "I doubt it," Eric said. "I'll be in the middle of nowhere, I doubt there will be any phone service or much Internet."

  "Then how are you going to send in your stories to the paper?" she said.

  Eric sighed.

  "They give you special equipment for that," he said. "You know, special satellite stuff, you know, linkups, and things like that."

  Nina smiled at her husband. He may have been a good reporter, but he didn't know jack shit about technical things. He was barely able to hook up the WiFi at home.

  He had no idea what he was talking about with his "special satellite stuff," but Nina didn't really want to call him out on it.

  "Well, can't you use those linkups to call me once in a while, just to let me know you're OK?" she said to him.

  "No!" Eric said. "I can't use important equipment like that for something like that. Don't worry, I will be just fine, you have nothing to worry about."

  "Fine," Nina said. "When do you leave?"

  "Three days," Eric replied.

  "OK," she said. "Oh, by the way, did you see that we have new neighbors?"

  "No," Eric said, walking over to the living room and peering out the window at the house next door. "I didn't even realize Jim and Cindy were selling the place."

  Nina started to laugh.

  "Yeah they're gone, and you didn't even say goodbye," she said.

  "You know I've been so busy with my job," Eric whined. "Writing the kind of articles I write takes a lot of time, a lot of effort. I can't really worry about who comes and who goes around here."

  "Sure, I understand," Nina smiled.

  "So who moved in?" Eric asked.

  "This guy named Jamal," Nina replied. "He's really nice, I talked to him just the other day when the movers came with his stuff while you were at work. He works in the city just like you, I think he works in the entertainment—”

  "What did you say his name was again?" Eric interrupted, his eyes narrowing.

  "Jamal?" Nina said.

  "Jamal," Eric repeated, with a hint of disdain in his voice. "Interesting."

  "What do you mean by that?" Nina said, her eyes narrowing too as she crossed her arms over her chest and stared at her husband.

  "Nothing, nothing at all," he said. "You know, this is a pretty nice neighborhood, I didn't think that...," he continued, then he stopped talking when he saw the look on his wife's face.

  "Come on, it's not like that!" he said.

  "Oh no?" she said. "What's it like?"

  "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" Eric said. "How dare you!"

  "I would never think that, honey," Nina said. "I'm just wondering why you object to a man named Jamal moving next door to us?"

  "I'm not objecting, don't put words in my mouth," Eric sniffed.

  "I'm glad you don't have a problem with it," Nina said. "I'd hate to be married to a man who had some kind of problem with that."

  "It's...you know...loud parties, loud rap music, things like that,” Eric said. “This is a nice neighborhood."

  "Wow, Eric, stereotype much?!" Nina said. “I thought you were supposed to be tolerant and accepting of others? You sound like anything but that.”

  "Why are you giving me such a hard time?” Eric replied with exasperation in his voice. “I'm going to be gone for three months, and we're not going to be able to talk for pretty much that whole time, and all you want to do is give me shit?”

  "Yes, you're right," Nina said. "Maybe those three months will give you some time to think about your perspective on some things. Maybe you’ll come to some new realizations about yourself, that you’re not quite as open-minded and tolerant and respectful as you think you are. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll even come back a whole new person with better attitudes toward certain things."

  "Whatever," Eric sighed. "I'm going to start getting packed.”

  Chapter Two

  During his three months overseas, Eric wrote several long articles about the war.

  All of his articles were deemed "important" and "must-reads" and were shared on social media by the smartest, most well-informed people around.

  His work was celebrated by the cable news media, and many people on television said that Eric deserved a Pulitzer for the work he'd done.

  During the few times Eric had Internet access, he made sure to find all the tweets, video clips, articles, and blog posts from the people who were saying how incredible of a reporter he was.

  He never used a single second of that brief time online to even send Nina a quick email just to let her know he was OK and that he missed her.

  Triumphantly, Eric returned to the U.S. after his three-month assignment.

  During a layover at an airport in Europe, he had emailed his wife and told her what time his flight was getting in so that she could come and pick him up at the airport.

  His plane landed a little after 11 p.m.

  He didn't see Nina waiting for him at the arrival area with a big happy smile on her face, like he had expected.

  After all, he was almost certain to win awards for his reporting after all the great things people had said about him, and he felt like she would be as happy about it as he was.

  Eric texted Nina asking her where she was, then he went and got his suitcase.

  He wheeled his bag outside the terminal, where other people from his flight were being picked up by their loved ones.

  Still no Nina.

  Sighing angrily, he texted his wife again, demanding to know where she was and why she would just leave him standing there at the airport like an idiot.

  He was this close to becoming a cable news reporter, and his own wife was making him look like an idiot standing there alone outside the terminal.

  Finally, he went over to the taxi stand and took a cab home.

  When the taxi pulled up to his house, Eric saw his wife's car in the driveway.

  Now he was really angry, not understanding why he had to pay for a ride home when she was perfectly able to come pick him up.

  He was wheeling his suitcase up the walkway when he heard some loud music and what sounded like partying going on next door at the house that Jamal had moved into three months earlier.

  Eric looked at his watch.

  It was well after one in the morning.

  As he walked up to the door, he was really looking forward to telling Nina "I told you so" about Jamal, right after he gave her hell for not coming and picking him up at the airport.

  He unlocked the door and walked inside.

  The lights were on, and so was the television.

  Eric didn't see Nina anywhere downstairs.

  He called out his wife's name, but she didn't appear. She must have gone to bed and left the lights and TV on, Eric thought.

  It was one more thing he was going to give her a hard time about.

  He went upstairs and opened the bedroom door. Nina wasn't i
n their bed.

  Eric looked in the bathroom, and the spare room upstairs, then went back downstairs.

  His wife was nowhere to be found.

  Now he was stumped. Her car was there, it was late at night, even the television was on...where in the hell was she?

  Maybe she was out in the backyard for some reason, Eric thought.

  He went outside and around the back of the house, and still Nina was nowhere to be found.

  Then he looked over toward Jamal's house. The music was so irritating to him, especially the thump of the bass.

  Eric was shocked nobody had called the police to get him to turn it off. Eric thought about calling 911, but then he decided to just march over there and tell Jamal himself.

  After all, he was just in a war zone. Why would he be afraid of confronting the neighbor about some music?

  Jamal needed to see that he meant business, Eric was thinking as he walked up to the neighbor's door.

  This was Eric's neighborhood, and nobody was going to come here and ruin everything. He was going to be a Pulitzer-winning journalist and a star cable news reporter soon, and he would need his peace and quiet in order to get a good night's sleep and do his best and most important work.

  Eric knocked on the door. There was no answer.

  Eric pounded on the door again, still no answer.

  He put his ear to the door and heard a number of voices whooping it up inside. Eric shook his head.

  It sounded like quite a party in there, and he wasn't going to stand for this kind of thing. Now he wasn't as worried about where his missing wife had gotten to, than he was about giving his new neighbor Jamal and his friends a piece of his mind.

  Eric knocked once more, then he started to walk around Jamal's house, toward one of the windows.

  Maybe by knocking on the window closer to where they were partying, he would be able to get someone's attention.

  As soon as he got to the window he banged on it with his palm, then he looked inside and his mouth dropped open.

  Eric couldn't believe what he was looking at…