I was having a good time, playing with her pussy as well as getting her open, pausing now and then to have her suck my cock. It wasn’t long before I’d got her so loose I could pop the plug in and out easily, and by then she was getting pretty breathless. She asked me to try and put it in, but insisted I got right up over her, with my cock pushed down as I put it up her bum. I did my best, and it was a good position because it meant I could watch her ring spread as I pushed myself in, and she seemed to be loving it.
She told me to go slow, so I did, but as I pushed in and out of her arsehole I could hear a creaking noise, which I’d have thought was just the bed, only it was to a different rhythm. I tried to ignore it, but it started to get louder and faster, only to suddenly stop and then start again, so it was really putting me off. She didn’t seem to have noticed and was begging me to push in deeper so she could come with me up her bumhole, so I tried to focus.
I meant to spunk up her when she came, which they always like, but the noise was distracting me and I didn’t make it, so when she’d done her bit I told her to stay like she was for me to finish off and pulled out. I’d realised the noise was coming from the big wardrobe, but I thought it was just because we were making the floor shake. I never expected for a moment that when I opened the door I’d find her husband in there, cowering back among the coats and stuff, stark naked, with his weedy little cock in his hand.
I think he thought I was going to hit him or something, but even then I thought he’d caught us and not that I’d caught them. That was what it was. He liked to watch and she liked him watching, which was why whatever we did it always had to be near the wardrobe, and was part of the reason she liked it so dirty. The main reason was that for him, the dirtier I got with her the better. He was the one who’d persuaded her to take it up the bum, and he’d brought all she toys so that I could get her hole open while he watched.
At first I was a bit pissed off, but I had been having a lot of fun with her and in the end agreed to carry on as long as he stayed out of the way. She started to call me her bull after that, which I didn’t mind either, although it was all definitely a bit weird. Now that I knew he was in the wardrobe she’d talk dirty to me, but for his benefit, praising my cock and saying how big it was and how it satisfied her, and again and again calling me her bull. At first that made it hard to enjoy myself, especially when I knew he was watching, but it’s amazing what you can get used to. After a bit him being there didn’t bother me at all, and when she asked if she could let him out of the wardrobe to watch close up I agreed.
It was actually all right. I’d always enjoyed the thought of the guy whose wife I was fucking, and it was quite a kick to having one watching but still be able to do whatever I liked. He wasn’t even allowed to touch, but had to sit on the bed, looking absolutely fucking miserable as he watched his wife suck and fuck, but all the time playing with his little cock. He couldn’t get hard, or at least not while I was around, but he always used to come, often a long time before I did, and when that happened he looked even more miserable, but he’d never try to stop us.
It was the second time she asked me to fuck her bottom that it got really weird. I knew he was going to watch, like he always did, and wank, but what I did not expect was that the moment I’d come up her arse and pulled out she would order him to lick up what I’d done in her hole. He did it, and for the all the disgusted expression on his face I could tell he was enjoying it from the way he was tugging on his cock and he came in a few seconds. That, I think, was the dirtiest thing I’ve ever seen a cuckold do, and that’s what he was, a man who gets off on seeing his wife go with another man, preferably a big man with a big cock.
I had all of that, and I was more than happy to go for it when it meant a plentiful supply of pussy. I even suggested it to one or two of the other girls, because I would love to have seen their husbands’ faces while they watched us fuck. Most of them were horrified, and none of them would go for it, so I contented myself with Vivienne, and I still do, once a week as a regular thing on a Friday night.
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