by E. B. Wood
I rested one hand on his stomach - I love how a man’s muscles get so tight and hard and then suddenly relax when he cums - wrapped the other around his cock and increased the speed of my sucking. I could feel his body going rigid under my hand and knew he was almost there. I clamped my mouth over the head of his cock and pulled rapidly on his shaft. Steve groaned and convulsed and I felt his cum hitting the back of my throat. I gagged slightly but managed to get through the first spurts and then relaxed and enjoyed the feeling as the rest flowed down my throat. His cum was thick and quite nice tasting, not too salty or strongly flavoured. When I’d swallowed it all I removed Steve’s cock and, mostly for Jason’s benefit, told him how good he tasted and what a huge load he’d shot.
I crawled up into his arms and we kissed and caressed for a while. I looked over at Jason and could see a slow stream of clear liquid coming from his cock, which was swollen red and pulsating visibly. I felt quite sorry for him as he was obviously desperate to cum but at the same time I hadn’t finished with Steve yet and didn’t want a repeat performance of last time. While Steve and I gently recovered Jason’s cock stopped leaking and lost some of its inflamed colour so I figured he’d got through the worst of it.
Making out with Steve got me back in the mood and I quickly lost interest in Jason’s cock when my fondling had the desired effect of bringing Steve’s cock back to life. As soon as he was hard I rolled him over and straddled him. I lined his cock up and slowly lowered my very wet and horny self down on it. I was sure that Jason would recognize my moan as being the one I make when a cock enters me, although I admit I was a little louder than I needed to be just to rub it in. I was really starting to enjoy teasing Jason and got a kick from the way my husband, who is normally bigger and stronger than me, looked so small and helpless tied in his chair. I knew I could do anything I wanted with Steve and Jason would be unable to interfere and that for this time at least I held all the power in our relationship. I could torment him by moaning loudly and describing how good things felt or I could keep as quiet as possible so he could only imagine what was happening. I could even take Steve into another room and leave Jason strapped to his chair alone if I so chose.
My feeling of power was heightened by being on top of Steve and having control of him as well. I swear I was losing the run of myself feeling dominant over two men. Unfortunately my moment of power over Steve was short lived. While I moved on his cock he wet his thumb and started to rub my clit which drove me wild causing me to buck uncontrollably against his groin. After a few minutes Steve moved me off him and maneuvered me into the doggy position. He knelt on the bed behind me and slid his cock back into me. His cock felt really long going in and it was fantastic when he was all the way inside me. Steve wasted no time in pounding me and I found that, perhaps because he had already cum once, he was more demanding than previously. I love everything about being fucked from behind, the depth that a man can reach, the fact that you can’t see who it is, the way a man can thrust so hard and fast, even the way my tits swing turns me on.
I could feel Steve’s balls swinging between my legs and I supported myself on one arm so I could reach down and feel them brush my fingers as he stroked into me. There’s more to a good lover than the size of his cock and I’ve been with big guys who were rubbish in bed. Despite his cuckold leanings and smallish dick Jason’s not bad in bed; I’d never have married him if he couldn’t get me off. But, and it’s a big but, no matter how good a guy with a little cock is he will never be as good as a guy with a big cock who is also a good lover. As far as I am concerned nothing feels as good as being properly pounded and stretched around a big cock that’s being driven by a man who knows what he’s doing. Steve definitely fitted the bill on all accounts.
Steve was alternating his thrusts between long slow strokes and short fast ones and the combination was quickly pushing me towards another orgasm. Without withdrawing Steve moved me over to the side of the bed so he could stand on the floor and with more purchase started to fuck me very hard and very fast. My arms could no longer support me and I had my face pressed into the bed which only partly muffled my continual moaning. I reached one hand between my legs and started to rub my clit while Steve drove into me.
The combination soon brought me to the brink and despite wanting to cum the feeling was so intense I would have pulled away if Steve hadn’t been gripping me tightly by the hips. My orgasm came in stages, starting as short sharp waves that made me gasp for breath but offered no relief. Each wave built on the last until it felt like my blood was on fire throughout my whole body. I had no thought at all about how Jason was coping with hearing me being fucked like this but even if he had begged me to stop I wouldn’t have been able to. I needed to cum so badly but couldn’t seem to push myself over the top; I felt like I had been on the brink forever and was only vaguely aware that I was screaming into the mattress. I ground my fingers into my clit and finally found the release I craved. I could feel my pussy gush as I came and my world greyed slightly as my body trembled and shook with the force of my orgasm. I would have collapsed completely if Steve hadn’t kept supporting my hips. I felt utterly drained but Steve wasn’t giving me a break and he continued to slam into me hard and fast. I felt completely powerless and could only try to keep breathing while he pounded me. I was aware that Steve was also close to cumming but felt strangely detached from my own body as he quickened his pace and then thrust hard into me, his body shuddering all over as he came. As soon as he released me I collapsed forward on to the bed, Steve doing the same at my side. I was covered in sweat and my pussy felt sadly empty and pulsated continually as if it was still trying to grasp the cock which had so suddenly disappeared.
When we’d recovered our breathing I became aware that Jason was talking softy and with a great effort of will raised myself up to look at him. His cock was leaking again and looked ready to explode. His head was hanging down and he was muttering “please, please, please” over and over. I dragged myself up and despite my shaking hands managed to unlock one of his handcuffs. As soon as his hand was free he grabbed his cock and almost instantly came, shooting a huge spurt a respectable height into the air. After his initial spurt, cum continued to stream out of his cock like a tap and I actually felt quite proud of how much he’d cum.
Leaving Jason to his orgasm I collapsed back on the bed with Steve. Eventually we moved up so we were lying on the bed properly and I cuddled into Steve’s arms with my head against his chest. It felt great to be wrapped in his strong arms and I was almost purring with contentment from the mixture of two orgasms, Steve’s gently caressing hands on my back and arse and the musky smell of Steve’s skin. I had my back to Jason so I didn’t see him take his blindfold off but I heard his gasp and guessed that he’d just got his first look at his wife in the arms of her lover. I was concerned about how he would react now that he had cum but I also felt very content in Steve’s arms and was just a bit mad that Jason might spoil the moment for me. If I was to carry on cucking Jason then he’d have to get used to the fact that I was going to enjoy the whole experience of being with another man and not just the sex. I felt a bit spiteful and so Jason would clearly understand his place I pulled Steve’s head down to mine and kissed him slowly and deeply.
When we’d finished kissing I rolled over in Steve’s arms so I could look at Jason. He looked a bit pale which I could understand as it can’t have been easy for him to see me lying naked and post-coital on our bed in the embrace of another man. I don’t know if Steve was also sending a message to Jason or not but his hand that had been on my belly moved slowly up until he was cupping my breast. I held eyes with Jason while Steve slowly stroked my breasts and gently rolled my nipples. I didn’t feel at all embarrassed that Jason was watching another man caress me and hoped that he was getting the message. If Jason wanted me to bring a lover into my life, then my body belonged to that man and not to him. I would not restrict or curtail the things that my lover did to me to suit Jason and if he could no
t handle it then I would do them without him present.
It was only later I realized that the thought of not sleeping with Steve again never even entered my mind.
Jason
I was mesmerized by the sight of Bea lying, naked and content, in Steve’s arms. Although I hadn’t actually witnessed their coupling from what I had heard I was in no doubt that my wife had experienced a sexual experience well beyond anything I had ever given her. I could see that knowledge reflected in her eyes and something more, something deeper and fundamentally different about her. Despite being naked her gaze was calm and level, unashamed and proud and I realized that while I was tied and blindfolded a change had occurred in my wife, the consequences of which I couldn’t begin to imagine at that time. I dropped my eyes first and muttered that I needed to go to the bathroom, a truth but also I found that suddenly I felt like the outsider, an interloper in the intimacy between them. With one hand free I was able to release myself. As I left the room Bea turned her back to me, cuddling into Steve’s chest while they continued to softly caress each other.
I took my time in the bathroom, partly from a desire to give them a little privacy and partly because I needed to clean myself from the sticky and cooling remains of my orgasm. I stared at myself in the mirror for a long time, looking for a hint of the self-loathing or even embarrassment that society has told us that we should experience as men if our wives take another man as their lover. Search as I might I couldn’t find a trace of shame on my face, instead I was filled with a deep feeling of satisfaction, as if, for the first time in my life, things were as they should be.
I returned to our bedroom to find both Steve and Bea had fallen asleep. For a while I just stood there and drank in the amazing sight of my wife wrapped naked around her lover. Her nakedness was both comfortingly familiar and startlingly fresh as I looked at her with new eyes. I let my gaze wander over every inch of her body, knowing as I did so that it no longer belonged just to me alone, a fact clearly brought home by Steve’s soft cock pressed gently against her belly. She had never looked more beautiful to me and I was filled with a great feeling of love and tenderness as I gently covered them with a blanket.
Leaving them to sleep I went into the lounge to reflect on all that had happened. Unlike the first time Steve had fucked Bea, I’d felt relief but no dip in arousal from cumming and thinking about what I had heard and the fact that my wife was still wrapped in his arms soon had me horny again. I turned the porno back on and, keeping the volume down so as not to disturb them, imagined that the couple on screen was Steve and Bea fucking.
So engrossed was I in the film that I didn’t hear Bea come in and jumped guiltily when she laughed softly at catching me wanking. She was dressed in a robe and sat down beside me, reached over and grasped my cock and started to slowly stroke me. We sat in silence watching the porno until eventually Bea asked me if I’d had enjoyed listening to them fuck. I said that although at times it was hard I was so happy that we’d done it again as I’d been very excited listening to her being fucked. Bea asked what I’d enjoyed the most and I said that it was her being so loud when she came. I said that I’d had never made her cum like that and even though I couldn’t see anything I knew she must have looked beautiful when Steve made her cum so hard.
Bea seemed pleased with my response and continued wanking me while she said there were a few things she needed to explain and that she thought it would be best to do that while I was still hard. She slowed her hand down and told me that she’d also enjoyed fucking Steve and that she intended to continue to enjoy it. She said that I was right, that I’d never made her cum like Steve did and that she wasn’t about to give that up, so she hoped that I was prepared to be in this for the long haul.
She then surprised me by saying that although the bondage thing had worked well she’d decided that she didn’t always want me present when she was with Steve. Bea acknowledged that this was about both of us, so she would only play with Steve in our home, but in future she would decide my level of involvement. Lastly she said that she still loved me, I was still her husband and she would continue to sleep with me, but as far as she was concerned Steve had first rights to her body, and that from now on I would only get sex when Bea decided she wanted it from me.
All this was delivered in a straight forward, no-nonsense tone. Bea wasn’t asking me, she was telling me and I found this intensely erotic. Perhaps it was simply the left over excitement from earlier in the night or the fact that Bea’s hand on my cock was moving me rapidly towards the brink that made me so pliable to her view. Looking back though I think it was more than that, I think Bea, knowingly or not, tapped into a part deep in my mind that craved sexual denial. This is what cuckolding was about to me, not just another man in my wife’s cunt but another man in her head as well.
Bea’s robe had gaped open allowing me a view of a breast and hard nipple moving as she continued to stroke me. Bea noticed the direction of my eyes and smiled mischievously as she pulled her robe shut, hiding her breast from my view. Still smiling she told me that as her body belongs to Steve now she didn’t really think that I should get to see her naked anymore unless it was when she was with Steve. After all why should she bother turning me on if I couldn’t do anything about it? I was stunned at this but the thought that Bea’s body would be solely for Steve’s pleasure in future excited me so much that I groaned in delight as I started to cum. Bea stroked me until I was spent then stood up and went to leave the room. At the door she paused and, with a devilish grin, walked back and ran her hand, still coated in my cum, down my face, smearing the thick goo across my nose and mouth. She looked at me for a moment then shrugged, said she was going back to bed with Steve and didn’t want to see me again unless she called for me.
Bea
Steve was still asleep when I got upstairs and I slipped off my robe and snuggled in next to him, enjoying the warmth of his skin against mine. Teasing Jason had made me horny again and I gently ran my hand down Steve’s body until I reached his cock. My touch made him start to wake and I quickly slid down and took his soft cock in my mouth. I’m not sure who enjoyed it the most, Steve waking to find me going down on him, or me feeling him growing hard in my mouth.
I gently sucked on Steve’s cock until he was fully awake and then, once I had his full attention, crawled back up to kiss his soft lips. The urgency that had been present at our first two fucks was gone and without Jason in the room we were able to relax and explore each other’s bodies at a leisurely pace. We made love slowly and experimented with a lot of different positions. It was wonderful to be able to spend time licking and kissing Steve’s body in my own bed and know that my husband was a willing accomplice to our love making. I couldn’t get enough of having Steve inside me and we fucked slowly for over an hour before Steve couldn’t delay himself any longer and came in me while I wrapped my legs tightly around him.
After we’d rested for a while Steve left to go to the bathroom and while he was gone I called for Jason to come in. He arrived so quickly he must have been just outside the door and I realized he had probably been out there the whole time. I figured he must have heard how his wife sounds when she’s being made love too properly and, since I was still naked on the bed, he may as well see what a well satisfied woman looks like as well. I gestured him to his chair and then let my legs fall apart so he could see between them. I could feel Steve’s cum oozing from between my pussy lips and knew that my husband must be able to see the most irrefutable evidence of my unfaithfulness. Jason moaned and moved his head towards me but I stopped him by closing my legs. I didn’t want Steve to come back and find Jason cleaning me up as I was worried it would completely freak him out. Instead I pushed Jason’s head away and, as I heard the toilet flush, pointed to the door. Jason didn’t look happy but went anyway. As Steve walked back in I called to Jason and he turned back with a look of hope in his eyes, which was quickly dashed when I told him to shut the door behind him. As he did so I turned with a smile to gre
et the gorgeous man who had given me so much pleasure and, spreading my arms wide, welcomed him back into what had become our bed.
Jason
Steve ended up staying the night although I didn’t see him again until he left. I bumped into Bea once or twice as she walked between the bedroom and the kitchen but she didn’t speak and avoided my eyes like I wasn’t even there. I wandered around the house and tried, most unsuccessfully, to sleep in the spare room, but to be honest mostly I just wanked. I don’t think I’ve played with myself so continuously since I was a teenager. All I had to do was see the closed door to our bedroom, and know that behind it my wife was being fucked, and no matter how often I’d cum, my cock would rise once again. There were times when I could hear their moans and screams and I discovered that when I was downstairs I could sometimes hear the bed banging and knew Steve must be giving it to Bea hard. By the time Steve left on Sunday afternoon we were all three exhausted wrecks, however this didn’t stop Bea from arranging for him to stay again the next weekend.
On Thursday night Bea told me she wanted to go shopping or, more correctly, she wanted me to take her shopping. Usually I’ll do anything to avoid a shopping trip but my attitude quickly changed when Bea told me that she wanted to pick up some ‘things’ for her weekend with Steve. She said she wanted to look good for her new lover and, since this was all my idea, it seemed only fair that I pick up the bill for her to do so. I guess like a lot of marriages, Bea and I had stopped dressing up for each other over the years, both in and out of the bedroom. Bea has always loved good lingerie and used to have a lot when we first met but over the years it had worn out and was never replaced. Now however she wanted to get some to impress Steve and I found myself going from store to store while she picked out some outfits.