Cuckolded By My Landlord: Hotwife & Submissive Husband First Time Cuckolding

by Tinto Selvaggio

  “I guess” I shrug my shoulders.

  “It’s possible I could be persuaded to take a different view on not being paid the last two months rent if you were to help fuel the imagination of an old man.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “When you get to my age you tend not to go in for all those websites such as Facebook or whatever, where I know youngsters like you like to post your pictures.”

  I can feel my face crease up as I try to understand what his point is here.

  “Now there’s no need for you to take what I’m about to suggest the wrong way Nicholas. Remember what I said: I’m trying to help you here.” He sits back in his chair and forms a steeple in front of his face with the fingers of both hands.

  “Just say for example, you were to provide me with something as simple as a small handful of suitable photographs of Kelsey for my own private enjoyment. Nothing indecent, fully-clothed of course. They could probably be enough to persuade me to view your non-payment a little differently.” He’s looking directly into my eyes, holding my startled gaze.

  I can’t respond.

  “There, I’ve said it.” he throws both hands into the air. “Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to even suggest that to you Nicholas? Risk you thinking me a very sad old man? But this is what my solitude and being owed money have reduced me to.”

  “You want some pictures of my wife?”

  “I do and I want you to show willing by bringing them to me.” He nods his head slowly and I become aware my balls have tightened. This is crazy.

  He might indeed be sad and not a little perverted, but are a few pictures of my wife really going to be all it takes to make sure we get to stay in our home?

  “Actually Nicholas, I’ve known some men who positively enjoy the idea of showing their wives to someone else. You never know, it might be just what you need to ‘perk you up’ in the bedroom with Kelsey.” he laughs and studies my face as it burns again.

  “And the two months rent?” I try to compose myself.

  “Well you would hardly expect me to wipe your debt completely clean just for a couple of photographs I’m sure. No matter how exceptional the subject matter might be.” His eyebrows rise at me.

  “But I would be prepared to consider writing a small amount of it off, say 10% and to call the rest of the amount a ‘long-term loan’. Give you favourable terms over which to pay.” he smiles like a patronising bank manager.

  “Neither you nor your wife would need to worry in the short term about losing the property to other interested parties.” He claps his hands together and gets to his feet to show me to the door.

  “Have a think about it Nicholas. But if you do decide to accept I would appreciate good quality pictures. Perhaps of your holidays, bikinis that kind of thing. Not too much to ask I shouldn’t think.”

  Just as I’m about to walk away with my heart still in my mouth I’m tapped me on the back.

  “We all have our little eccentricities Nicholas, so if you did happen to have one of Kelsey in an especially short skirt; I would particularly appreciate seeing that.” He lowers his voice to a whisper, “I have a bit of a ‘thing’ about a young female dressed that way. Like a little slut if you will.”

  “It’s all totally up to you of course Nicholas,” he says louder now, “but I’ll expect to see you back here tomorrow afternoon; whatever you decide.”

  Chapter Five

  I should’ve rounded on the old man as soon as he dared to come out and ask for pictures of Kelsey this afternoon. Any ‘normal husband surely would have wouldn’t they? I think I’ve been in shock about the whole visit since I went up there. The insane thing is that as I lie here in bed now waiting for Kelsey to finish in the bathroom and join me my whole body is on edge with arousal at what happened. My cock throbs.

  To think that somewhere above the ceiling of this room Mr Boseman might be pulling himself off as he imagines receiving pictures of my wife from me tomorrow. A wave of shame washes over me, my conscience trying to overwhelm the feelings of arousal. Surely I couldn’t even contemplate surrendering pictures of my wife for this old man to drool over?

  Kelsey appears in cream lace underwear. She’s taken her make-up off but still looks breathtakingly beautiful. Her arms rise behind her to unclip her bra. Twin orbs of gloriously pale flesh swing free, ripe and heavy in front of her. If only Mr Boseman could see what I see now. She tosses her bra into the linen basket and I pretend not to watch her as she lowers her head and shoulders to peel her panties over her hips and down those long legs. Once naked she beams a smile at me and slips into bed next to me.

  Her flesh is cool against mine. I turn to her immediately and my erection brushes one of her thighs.

  “Mmmm, somebody’s pleased to see me” she says in soft sing-song voice and I feel her long fingers encircle my shaft. Gently she works my foreskin down and then back.

  “It looks like he’s well and truly back to his old self.” She gives my erection a squeeze and I close my eyes as I feel her work her way down under the duvet to take me in her mouth.

  Guilt trickles through me as I’m sucked, but not enough to make me stop imagining Arthur’s reaction if he did get to see her pictures.

  “Stop babe, I’m going to come. Let me put it in.” I pull her off me and up the bed, pushing her onto her back. She spreads then raises her long legs. Frantically I shove myself into her moist slitted entrance. Her legs tighten around my back and I stab myself deep into her furnace. She groans loudly, her tight pussy walls gripping my cock like a vice. She throws back her arms on the mattress and I know what she wants. I fall forward, tightly pinning her wrists to the bed with my hands. She groans loudly. Almost immediately I’m on my finishing strokes and gasping my fluid deep into her.

  “I’m sorry Kels, I got too excited.”

  “Again!” she smiles, her eyes still closed. I pull myself out of her, kiss one of her flushed cheeks and sit up so I can gently stroke her clit with a fingertip. She moans and slowly undulates her hips. Guilt and shame overwhelm me as I look down at her and I vow to tell Arthur first thing tomorrow that he can ‘Go to hell’.

  By the time Kelsey has left for work I’ve already tweaked my internet search marketing campaign for the business and even found and emailed a handful of local companies looking for someone to work night shifts. I’ve got no choice but to do something like that as well until things improve.

  It doesn’t take long before I’m fantasising again about showing Kelsey’s pictures to Arthur. Just a few ‘everyday’ images maybe? Shit I know this is so wrong. My chest is tight, my breathing shallow. Maybe if I loaded a handful of photos onto my tablet I could just let the old guy take a quick peek. It wouldn’t be the same as leaving something with him which could then fall into the wrong hands would it? That might be enough to appease him and there’d be no real harm done would there?

  The telephone disturbs my fantasy.

  “Nicholas? Good afternoon. My name’s Rochella Hardy.” Says the female voice, “Art Boseman said you might be able to help my company with some logo designs.”

  For a moment I don’t even recognize who the name ‘Art’ Boseman, let alone realize that this could be a potential client calling.

  “Hello? Do I have the right number? This is the design solutions company I’m speaking to isn’t it?” says the caller.

  “Oh, er yes, of course sorry. How can I help you?”

  When the conversation has ended I’ve received an email detailing design briefs for 3 different projects the lady wants me to tender for. I still have to quote successfully to win the business but excitement sears through me. Maybe Arthur really is trying to help Kelsey and me, not just himself? Maybe he even had second thoughts and realized what he’d asked me for wasn’t ‘right’?

  Then I remember and check the time on my mobile. He’s expecting me at his place to discuss the rent right about now. I grab my tablet just in case and head outside to the elevator.

  “W
ell I’m glad Rochelle from my drawing class group was as good as her word. If you’re prices and timings are competitive enough Nicholas, I’m sure you’ll have a reliable new client on your books with her.” Arthur leans back on his leather sofa next to me.

  “Well, I really do appreciate it Arthur. Thanks.”

  “Don’t mention it.” he smiles without opening his mouth and he holds my gaze.

  “Now Nicholas, don’t you have something for me?”

  My heart is in my neck and my breathing so labored I fear he may hear it. He’s still expecting to see the photos of Kelsey. I try to calm myself down.

  Surely if he had seriously bad intentions he wouldn’t have bothered getting one of his friends to consider my design services and call me up for a quote would he? And honestly in the grand scheme of things, given how we could benefit, how much would showing him a couple of photos of Kelsey really matter?

  “Oh yes right. Of course Arthur.” My unsteady hands betray my real emotions as I depress the button on my tablet and the screen brightens. Arthur’s brow furrows.

  “I thought this would be the best format Arthur. The resolution will be much better on the tablet than printed on paper.” I scroll through the photo gallery to the four pictures of my wife I’ve loaded up especially.

  “Very nice,” he murmurs as I show him a simple portrait of Kelsey in a flowery summer dress. He moves closer to me as my fingers swipe the screen. A holiday image of my wife tanned in tight white shorts and t-shirt with her hair up in a bar is revealed.

  “Nicholas, I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but she is indeed a real beauty.”

  “Not at all Mr Boseman, er Arthur.” I’m quite warming to what I’m doing and this isn’t actually as uncomfortable as I’d been expecting.

  Kelsey is dressed the same in the third picture but is standing sideways-on emphasising the dramatic curves of both her prominent chest and full, rounded behind.

  “Oh my!” Arthur’s breathing deepens. “I suspected as much.”

  “Suspected what Arthur?”

  “Kelsey normally dresses quite conservatively Nicholas. One could never be absolutely certain she had such a body beneath. But there’s the proof.” His face is a little flushed. I swipe to the fourth and final picture of my wife.

  “Mmmm, swimsuit…” Arthur’s voice is slow and it trails away until he falls silent. I feel the tablet being taken from my hands. Arthur closely scrutinizes the image of my wife lounging on her back on the beach in an all-in-one black swimsuit.

  “She was asleep and didn’t know I’d taken it.”

  “Covert photography Nicholas. I like your style.”

  His comment makes me feel a little awkward and I shift uncomfortably on the leather sofa.

  “I hope you don’t mind me being blunt Nicholas, but your wife has an incredible body. Such big breasts, shapely hips and those legs of hers are almost never-ending.”

  My chest and stomach clench and my cock surges with his words. His eyes move from the screen to study my face and it’s my turn to flush.

  “Lovely, lovely pictures Nicholas and yet I’m left disappointed.” He sighs heavily and hands me back the tablet.

  “I don’t have any of her in short skirts or any more revealing outfits really Arthur.”

  “I was referring more to the method you’re using to show her to me. I don’t expect you’ll be leaving your gadget with me will you? Therefore, how will I be able to examine Kelsey in private? At ‘my leisure’, so to speak?”

  “I didn’t realize…” I mumble, but am interrupted.

  “I was rather hoping you might email the pictures to me so that I could look at her whenever I chose to. Let me give you my email address Nicholas and then we can talk about where you are with regard to your indebtedness.”

  This is probably the point where I should put a stop this madness. But I don’t, I’m drunk on the eroticism of displaying my lovely young wife to this dirty old man. So when he dictates his email address I type it in to my tablet and hesitate only a second or two before attaching the images and pressing send.

  “Now, about our financial problem Nicholas.” He leans back on the sofa and touches his fingertips together. “What would be your latest estimation of when I’ll receive the outstanding rent or your ‘loan’ as we agreed to call the balance of the two missed payments?”

  “Well now there’s the potential business from your friend Rochella, I should hopefully be able to pay as soon as work’s completed.”

  “Yes but Nicholas this is exactly the kind of mistake you made in committing to this apartment in the first place isn’t it? You don’t know you’re going to win Rochella’s business do you? You might of course, and certainly I can attempt to influence that on your behalf if it seems the right thing to do. But even if you are successful with this and other quotes elsewhere, you’ll presumably need to perform the work before you get paid won’t you? That could take months.”

  In my excitement at the ladies phone call I hadn’t actually considered exactly when I might potentially receive any money for the job. My shoulders stiffen.

  “I don’t feel it fair for you to make me wait that long for what is rightfully mine Nicholas. Do you?”

  “But I thought the pictures of Kelsey might…”

  “Don’t get me wrong Nicholas I appreciate what you’ve done so far. I’m sure it wasn’t easy for you. But you’re asking for an non-specific loan over an uncertain length of time. One which, when rent from future months falls due, is likely to increase by 33% or even 50% before you’re able to repay it. And that’s without any interest being added – if I were to do that.”

  “I’m not sure what you’re saying Arthur.” Now I’m squirming.

  “I’m saying Nicholas, that in the absence of any money from you at all now I’m going to need something more.”

  “But like what?” I shift uncomfortably in my seat. He asks me what I’d like to drink and even though my mouth feels like parchment; I decline. I just want an end to this discussion and fast.

  “Well, it’s late enough in the day to be decent. I’m having a scotch and soda even if you won’t join me.”

  What the hell does he want from me?

  “Let me be frank with you Nicholas. Those pictures of Kelsey were quite a good start. “

  My stomach churns at his words and the reminder that the landlord now effectively owns pictures of my wife –albeit relatively harmless ones. But there’s a curious sensation lower down as I find myself imagining what he may do with my wife’s images once he’s downloaded them and is alone.

  “This worlds a strange place Nicholas,” Arthur shakes his head at me and his thick fingers grip the crystal tumbler. His tight lips sip slowly from the glass.

  “There are undoubtedly some men of means who would pay good money for intimate clothing once worn by a woman like your wife.”

  Oh my God.

  “Indeed, at the risk of offending you Nicholas, I myself might be one of those very men." He swirls his glass making the ice cube clink off the side.

  His words have paralysed me and I sit next to him incredulous.

  “Don’t get on your high horse young man” he chuckles. “I’d be happy to erase at least some more of your outstanding debt, let’s say to a total 50%, all for one pair of Kelsey’s worn panties. I think that’s a more than generous offer Nicholas don’t you? “

  Chapter Six

  I was up very early this morning. I couldn’t sleep for thinking about what Arthur asked me for yesterday. No matter how much of a perverted kick I get from the prospect of what he suggested - there has to be some other way.

  I’ve had no responses so far even from those night shift positions I applied for but a couple more ads have appeared online this morning so I’ve just fired my resumes off to them.

  I got a nasty shock when I logged onto to the bank earlier. I really need to talk to Kelsey. Our gym memberships are going to have to be suspended, we’ve got to stop eating out so muc
h, even cable TV and Netflix are going to have to go and she might even have to cut back on her trips to the spa and nail bars. Otherwise we’re going to need yet another bank loan.

  My thoughts return to the landlord and yesterday. I can still hardly believe an old guy, a pensioner, could come out with something like that. Seriously asking me, a married man, and one of his tenants, to take him some of my wife’s underwear. I’m so angry. My blood boils with feeling so helpless and inadequate about getting myself into this situation. What kind of a husband and ‘provider’ has to resort to entertaining some dirty old bastard like Arthur’s perverted demands because of his financial position?

  I always felt deep down that Kelsey was worthy of something, someone so much more than me and this is the proof.

  But there’s something else deeply troubling me too. It’s shameful to face. There’s an intense sexual excitement soaking me about the whole idea of this other man sharing something as intimate of my wife’s worn underwear. His sordid intrusion on our marriage as he examines and presumably gets off on something that should be so private. I hate myself for this, but try as I might, I can’t shake the feeling. Just watching Kelsey dress for work this morning when she pulled on her black underwear all I could think of was Arthur with his hands all over them.

  What kind of husband am I?

  When I’ve managed to clear my thinking and return to the PC screen there’s some good news. A couple of emails which must be in response to either my online ad campaign for the design business or the flyers.

  Reading through the responses they’re only for potentially small pieces of work, a couple of hundred even if I won them. Hardly enough to make a dent in our problems but along with Rochelle’s business; – it’s a start.

  I feel in brighter spirits as I pour myself a coffee then return to my desk in the back bedroom. My brow furrows on spotting the latest arrival to my inbox. The sender is ‘A.Boseman’ and the subject line blank. I take a deep breath and click into the email.