Pandora's Box (The Cuckold Diaries Book 1)

by Christopher Cooper

  I didn’t have to be asked twice. I was more than willing to join in. I stood up quickly, grabbing the table and making my way over to them as she resumed her sucking. I was barely next to him when her free hand was on my pants, frantically pulling on the waist band. I unbuttoned them, and pushed them down over my hips as her hand stroked the length of my dick, never breaking her established rhythm. I now stood next to him, our cocks almost touching. Not sure what I was feeling, but Sandra didn’t give me any time to assess this situation. Before I knew it, she was alternating between sucking my cock, then his, then mine again. Her affirmation of conquest came through muffled moans as she rolled her eyes in ecstasy, “Oh my fuckin’ God.”

  She made good use of her hands, unbuttoning his trousers and dropping them to the floor. She admired his muscular thighs as she stared at me, massaging his legs as she took him in her mouth. I took the hint, and unbuttoned my shirt and stepped out of my pants. Now I was completely naked and Jason worked on joining me. Sandra once again began alternating between the two of us.

  After a few minutes, she stopped and stood, stepped out of her thongs, and stood up straight, staring at our cocks standing straight out. She stepped completely out of her dress and said, “Mmmm… C’mon boys, let’s take this to the living room.”

  Chapter 4

  She pulled Jason into the living room and said, “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get us some drinks. I was already way ahead of her as I headed out of the kitchen with three beers in hand. She nuzzled up to me, kissing me deeply. I could smell his cock on her face; almost taste him on her lips. She grabbed my cock and gave it a squeeze as she whispered, “Thank you.”

  Sandra joined Jason on the couch, allowing him to push her down onto her back. He threw one of her legs over the back of the couch as he began to devour her. He started with the inside of her thighs, kissing and licking his way up to her waist as his fingers deftly moved in for the kill. Within moments he was sinking two fingers deep inside as he sucked her clit into his mouth.

  “YES!” she screamed. “Take me!”

  I kneeled at the other end of the couch, forcing my cock back in her mouth. She was in heaven, and the movements of her hips to meet his mouth were proof positive she was working on her orgasm. She sucked me harder than ever before, as if her life depended on it. She moaned and groaned as he brought her to the brink of orgasm, and then backed off, never allowing her to quite get there. She sucked my cock even harder, pulling at the base with her hand as she tried to stuff the entire length down her throat.

  Jason moved between her legs, placing her right ankle on his shoulder, positioning the head of his cock at her entrance. She let go of my cock just long enough to scream “YES! Fuck me with that wonderful cock,” as Jason plunged inside, deep and complete, forcing his weight into her to achieve maximum penetration. Her hand slipped to her clit, pressing the tiny little nub as he slowly pulled out, and then plunged deep inside again. I felt the buzzing of her moans through my dick as she mumbled her approval. She moved back and forth, trying to raise her hips as she pulled me deeper in her mouth. This time her moan was strained as my cock began to fill her mouth. The sight of him sliding in and out of her was more than I could take, and I pulled out of her mouth and continued to come on her face, neck, and the tops of her breasts. I slumped down on the end of the couch as she rubbed my come into her, careful not to waste a single drop.

  “Fuck!” yelled Jason as he pounded into her hard and fast, approaching his own orgasm. His own moans now rivaling Sandra’s as the wave of excitement pushed her over the edge.

  Sandra looked up at me, “You like this baby? You like watching him fuck me with that huge cock?”

  “Yes.”

  “Oh my God, it’s so good. So fuckin’ hard.”

  Jason pulled his cock out slowly, allowing it to slide across her clit. Sandra responded the only way she knew how. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her hands reached for my thighs. She used me to push against him, spreading her legs wider. He slipped his cock just inside her pussy, using short and slow strokes. Her juices coated his shaft, providing all the lubrication he would need.

  He sank into her again, over and over as his rhythm increased. “So fuckin’ tight,” he muttered as he shoved his cock back inside. She exploded on his cock, riding the waves of orgasms as her hands squeezed my thigh.

  She could feel his balls contract as he neared his own orgasm. “I’m gonna come!”

  “Ohh yes,” she said. “Come for me. Come deep inside my pussy!” He drove it home, holding it inside he unloaded into her. Her convulsions completed her own achievement as she reached for my hands, her ankle locked in behind his head. “Yeeessssss!

  We barely moved for what seemed an eternity. But when it was over, Jason leaned over her and kissed her softly on her mouth. “Thank you, Sandra.” He stood up and quietly gathered his clothes as we laid there, scared to move. Any movement at that moment would stop the incredible high we were both experiencing.

  Chapter 5

  I sat in complete amazement. I couldn’t believe how hot the encounter was. Sandra rolled over onto her side, laying her head next to my cock. “That was incredible,” she said as she reached over to stroke me.

  “Yeah it was.”

  “Did you like it?”

  “Yes. I enjoyed it more than you’ll ever know. How ‘bout you?”

  “It was incredible. I never thought I would do something like that, let alone enjoy it that much. But Damn!” she said. “You must have liked it too.”

  “Why do you say that?”

  “Because of this,” she said, holding my cock up.

  I was hard again. I’m not sure what part excited me the most: watching her suck cock, watching her come, or just the fact that she let herself enjoy it all. I’ve never heard her so vocal during sex. It was very much out of character for her. And I loved every minute of it.

  “Get inside me,” she whispered.

  I climbed between her legs and pushed my cock into her well used pussy. I could feel his come mixed with her juices, lubricating my cock. I leaned over to kiss her, his smell heavy on her face. It was more than intoxicating, and the fact that my cock was hard and pounding away at her was living proof.

  “Yes,” she moaned. “Fuck me hard. You know I want it. C’mon baby. Fuck me!”

  Her urging only brought me closer and closer to my second orgasm, a feat which I hadn’t accomplished in several years. I pushed into her pussy deeper and deeper, faster and faster. She gritted her teeth and continued, “Fuck your little slut wife. You liked watching him fuck me?”

  “YES!” I said it. I couldn’t believe it, but I said it. And it was true. I loved watching her getting fucked.

  “You like fuckin’ my cum filled pussy?” she said, her teeth clenched tightly.

  “YES.”

  “You like having a slut whore wife?”

  “YES.”

  There was no way she could not feel how excited I was. My cock seemed to swell way past its normal size. The feeling was indeed incredible.

  “Then fuck me hard!”

  “I’m gonna come,” I screamed.

  “In my mouth!” she said. “Gimme that fuckin’ come. Let me taste it!”

  I pulled out of her pussy and slapped my cock on her clit. As I stepped over her outstretched leg, I squeezed the base of my shaft to try and hold off the come. I couldn’t stop it, and I erupted across her tits as the first stream cam barreling down my shaft. As I got closer to her open mouth, the second stream landed squarely between her bright red lips. She grabbed my cock and stuffed it in her mouth. “Mmmm,” she mumbled as she devoured me. I could not only feel his come mixed with mine, I could see it on my dick. She greedily took it all, licking me completely clean.

  Chapter 6

  The morning had passed just like any other Saturday. I was so tempted to wake her up and ask the million and one questions that were rambling around in my head, but I just didn’t want to ruin it. Besides, S
andra was still fast asleep when I walked out the door to mow the lawn.

  I replayed the event over and over in my head as I mindlessly worked around the house. The thought of her on her knees, taking another man’s cock in her mouth over and over again right in front of me kept me hard the entire morning. Watching her spread her legs wide and take him inside her, wrapping her legs around him. And then, fucking her come filled pussy when he left. There were so many things that excited me about it, and I wondered if this was something she would ever want to do again.

  After finishing the lawn and cleaning up, I stepped inside to grab a quick shower and headed into the living room. That’s when I heard her on the phone with Nancy.

  “No Nancy, it wasn’t like that,” she said. “It was my idea. I created this problem.”

  I could only imagine what that witch had to say. She had an opinion about everything, and she was usually wrong. That part didn’t escape Sandra, but she was her best friend. Nevertheless, we all knew what Nancy thought of me.

  I listened in from the hallway, trying to gain a little insight as to where she was with this. Did she regret it? Did shame blame me? It was her idea, but maybe I was supposed to be the voice of reason. I tiptoed down the hall towards the living room, carefully positioning myself just out of view. I had to know.

  “It was incredible,” she said in a low voice. “I just don’t want to ruin my marriage.”

  Now I knew for sure that I wasn’t the only one who found it exciting. I thought my jealousy would get the better of me, but watching my wife being devoured, being fucked, wow. I was getting hard just thinking about it.

  “He was fantastic. Not as big as Tom, but very nice.” My chest was bowing up all on its own, my ego being fed the nourishment I thought it needed. My mind replayed the event from last night as she continued. “It filled me completely. At one point I even had them both.” It’s just that…

  I was literally hanging on every word now. What was it? Did she want more? Did she want something else? Did she feel pressured? The suspense was literally killing me. I peeked around the corner, seeing her still in her bathrobe, talking on the phone and sipping hazelnut coffee. I held my breath, trying hard not to let her know I was there.

  “No, no, Nancy. I couldn’t. I don’t want him to get the wrong idea. I don’t want to ruin my marriage.”

  I could only imagine what the ‘ice princess’ was telling her at this point. I heard a few ‘yeahs’ and ‘uh huhs’ as Sandra was confirming whatever she was telling her. Then, as clear as day, Sandra piped up, “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I should tell him. I dunno.”

  Wow. The lump in my throat was slowly making its way down to my stomach. And the feeling was not so good. Excitement and worry all rolled up into one. Not even sure what to think at all.

  Chapter 7

  She was quiet all through dinner and I wondered if she was going to tell me what was on her mind or not. She sipped her red wine as I finished my plate. Pushing back my chair, she finally began to speak. “Tom…”

  “Yeah, babe. What’s up?” I asked as I stood to clear the table.

  “Never mind,” she said, shaking her head. I could see that she was still studying this whole situation. I could almost hear the thoughts I imagined her having. Still, I knew for sure that she really needed to bring it up to me, not the other way around. She had to find her comfort zone before she could fully process this, and be honest and open. “It’s nothing,” she said.

  “C’mon, babe, what’s going on?” I slid behind the counter top bar and placed the dishes in the sink.

  “It’s just that…” She stopped in mid sentence. It was like she was frozen; unable to speak, move, or think. She was being so careful in choosing her words that she ended up not saying anything.

  “Alright,” I said, shaking my head up and down. My frustration was beginning to get the better of me, so I decided we’d take another approach. “Why don’t I fix a couple of drinks and meet you in the den?”

  Grabbing two crystal glasses off the small butler, I opened the bottle of FoxDenton 48 for her gin and tonic. That would certainly settle her nerves better than the cheap grocery store Merlot she’s been drinking. I poured her a stiff drink, complete with a small lime wedge and we settled onto our couch. She took a big gulp, trying to get past the nerves. I sat back, stretching my legs over the coffee table, took a sip of my drink and asked, “What’s going on, Sandra?”

  “It’s about last night. I…”

  “Didn’t you enjoy yourself?”

  She took another drink, her eyes closing slightly as she mustered up the courage to tell me what was bothering her. “I did; a lot. And it’s got me a little worried.”

  “Why?”

  “I don’t know how to say this, but here it is.” Finally I was going to hear what was going through her head. “I didn’t think you’d actually go through with it, and at this point I just don’t want anything to happen to our relationship…”

  Oh my God, the ‘R’ word. “Our relationship?”

  “Yeah,” she said, waving me off. “Just let me get it out. I really enjoyed it. I mean, really.”

  “Let me guess, you want to do it again.”

  “Is that bad?” she said, looking down at her drink.

  “No baby, it’s fine. I wasn’t sure you enjoyed it as much as I did.” I set my drink on the table next to the couch and settled in for one of our hot sex talks. “Why don’t you tell me what you liked most?”

  “Well, it’s a little embarrassing,” she said, pulling her knees up to her chest. “I mean, I get the whole threesome thing for men. Ya’ know, two women, naked, kissing and stuff. But I’d be so afraid that you wouldn’t want me anymore if we did all that.”

  “Wouldn’t want you? Is that how you feel about me?”

  “Absolutely not!” she said emphatically. “That’s not it at all. In fact, I wanted you even more.”

  “Then, what’s the problem, Sandra?”

  “I dunno… just thought a married woman shouldn’t want anything else but her husband.”

  Finally the fog was beginning to lift, and the whole conundrum was getting clearer by the moment. “I think you making much more out of this than there really is, Sandra. It was just a thing we did. Nothing more involved than having dinner. I mean, you don’t have feelings for Jason, do you?”

  “Certainly not! But I just shouldn’t be having these feelings, these desires.”

  “What feelings? What desires?” I took a larger swallow of my drink this time.

  “Ya’ know, wants. I shouldn’t want this, and I feel guilty for enjoying it.”

  Ahh, there it is. Now we’re getting somewhere. She’s discovered that it felt good; maybe way too good to be alright. “But isn’t that why we did it, because we enjoyed it?”

  “It’s just not right, Tom.”

  “Jesus Christ! It’s just sex. Nothing more, nothing less. You weren’t making love, you were having sex. Get over it.”

  “It’s not that easy.”

  “Yes it is. It’s exactly that easy.”

  I could tell that I struck a nerve with her. She had to tie some kind of emotion into everything she did. She couldn’t just enjoy something without over analyzing it.

  “So you don’t mind me wanting another man?” she said, shaking her head. Her tone was sharp, like she was trying to start a fight with me.

  “I don’t mind you wanting to enjoy sex, enjoy having another cock. In fact, I think it’s probably very normal.” She stared at me with those big green eyes, her mouth slightly open, as if she were hanging on every word. I wasn’t sure where this was going, but I was just going to say it. Just going to put it out there. “Besides, it was just a sexual thing we enjoyed. And I’m not afraid to say I enjoyed it. Just let it go at that.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “What, Sandra? What? You wanna fuck him again?” Now my irritation was really showing. I knew she enjoyed it, and I knew she wanted to do it again. What I didn�
��t know is if she could get past this stupid little hang up.

  “It’s not that at all. This was just a bad idea.”

  “Why because you enjoyed it, or because I did?”

  “That’s not fair, Tom.”

  “Let’s just be honest. You did enjoy it. You want to do it again. You just don’t want to admit it.” I could see that my irritation was now spilling over onto her, but at this point I just didn’t care. “You know, I would love to have you and another woman. Maybe we should try that.”

  Her eyes narrowed as she took another drink. Here is where her being a mood drinker could go south very quickly. “Oh, I see,” she began. “You want to fuck another woman?”

  “It’s not that, really. It’s about the fact that you enjoyed being the center of attention, and quite frankly, I would too. In fact, the night you and Nancy were drinking and playing around was so fuckin’ hot, I nearly came just watching you. I’d love to see that again.”

  “I bet you would!”

  “Ya’ know, if you were being honest with yourself, you’d admit you liked it too.

  “Oh, you want honesty? You really want to hear the truth, huh? Fine! Fix us another drink and I’ll tell you exactly what I think about it!”

  Now she was just plain mad. Personally, I thought she had to be pushed into this corner for her to confront her real feelings about it, and with one more gin and tonic, I was about to get the real truth from her. I made the drinks as fast as I could and practically ran back into the living room to get this conversation started.

  “Okay, big boy. You wanna know the truth? Fine! Here it is. I loved it. I loved feeling desired, feeling wanted, being swept up in emotion that had no boundaries!” She took a big gulp of her ‘liquid courage’ and continued. “And another thing, I loved his cock. Sucking a cock right in front of you, making you hard. You liked it too, didn’t you?”

  I tried to answer, but she was definitely not through telling me off.

  “I saw how hard you got watching him take me on the counter. How big your cock got when you watched him push me to my knees, literally forcing me to suck him. You liked that pretty good, didn’t you? Well? Answer me!”