First-Time Cuckold

by Vivi King

  “What’s her fiancé like?” I pressed her.

  “I’ve never met him,” she replied. “He works somewhere in town. From the pictures she’s posted they’re both very good looking and sporty but I don’t think either of them did well at school. Why do you ask?”

  I ignored the question, instead asking one of my own.

  “What’s his name?”

  “Hold on.”

  There was a pause as if she was checking something.

  “William. Wonderful William according to her,” came the bitter reply.

  My heart raced as an idea began to form in my mind.

  “Thanks Izzy. I’ll call you tomorrow morning to make sure you’re okay.”

  “I’ll be okay,” she sighed. “What kind of reputation I’ll have is another question.”

  And whether that reputation was deserved would be another still, I thought silently.

  “Bye Mum. Thanks for being there for me.”

  “Goodnight,” I said. “Love you.”

  I lay awake in bed for a long time, my mind racing. When it came to the consequences of making bad decisions about sex, there but for the grace of God went Dr. Penny Barker.

  My life was a complicated mess worthy of a TV Soap. Who would have believed all that had happened in less than a year?

  Still, as the fuddle of thoughts in my mind became more organised, a possible route out of at least one of those problems started to take shape.

  It was bold, but it might just work.

  ***

  “It’s going okay,” my China-doll pretty friend told “I had a meeting with the lawyers at lunchtime yesterday. He’s arguing but we’re going to get it sorted.”

  Julie and I were sitting in a coffee shop drinking diet Cokes. It was the following Saturday morning and I had gone straight to the sports club after breakfast for an hour’s cardio class. Pete was on his way for a round of golf with a few colleagues. I felt content; everything appeared normal – and with all that was happening in my life, I needed to do as many normal things as possible.

  I hoped and prayed Will wouldn’t be at the club; being on the evening shift, I doubted he worked on Saturday mornings but even so I approached the building apprehensively.

  It hadn’t felt as strange as I had expected walking through the main entrance door and lobby, despite it being only ten days since my latest sexual encounter in the changing rooms. Perhaps the sheer familiar ordinariness of the place in daytime overcame my memories of entering the spookily empty half-lit building the night before.

  The same couldn’t be said of the changing room where I had actually been fucked. As I entered, my tummy had filled to the brim with butterflies, especially when I saw a rather overweight woman bending over the counter to fix her make-up in exactly the place where Will’s pleasantly large cock had entered my bent-over body.

  I had watched my own penetration in the mirror in which the woman was now staring intently. When that young man had ejaculated deep within my body, my face must have been merely inches away from where the fat woman’s unsuspecting face was then. It was ridiculous but I couldn’t help wondering how my own skinny body had looked bent over in the way the fat woman’s was now.

  I could feel my face and chest flushing pink with the memory so quickly shut my bag in a locker and rushed into the gym to let the exercise take the memories away. It worked to some extent and when I emerged from the studio all hot and sweaty, retrieved my bag from the locker and pulled out my phone, my anxiety was much reduced.

  But when I looked at the phone’s screen and saw that I had missed a call the anxiety returned with a

  vengeance. My heart missed a beat when I saw it had been from Julie, more so when I listened to her message asking to meet soon.

  I still wasn’t sure how I felt towards Julie, the soon-to-be-ex-wife of my first lover, Tony. Julie had walked out on her husband over a year ago and launched into a very public affair with her Personal Trainer, Darren; the boy who a year later had fathered the baby currently growing in my belly during a one night stand in his squalid shared house.

  It had been Julie who had warned me that, having made me fall in love with him and almost destroyed my marriage, her estranged husband was about to drop me like a stone as he had done with so many married conquests before. I had that to be grateful for; without her telling both me and my husband about Tony’s past history, I might well have been paying expensive visits to divorce lawyers too.

  Unfortunately, the chain of events that led up to Pete learning about Tony’s plans to dump me had also included Julie spending a night in bed with my husband.

  I had learned several things about that night, the first being that my husband’s sexual performance had apparently been impressive. I had also learned that Julie had an extraordinarily strong and adventurous sex drive; that during a full, exhausting night of passion, she and my husband had tried many exciting new things together, including introducing Pete to the world of anal sex.

  This was something he and I had never succeeded in doing in over twenty-five years of lovemaking. The fact that he had enjoyed it during the only infidelity he had committed during our entire marriage made me feel extraordinarily jealous.

  But the thing that surprised me most was the discovery that, however often I had been unfaithful to Pete with Julie’s husband, the thought of him being in bed with another woman – especially her - was intensely painful.In some physical way, it felt as if Julie had become even more intimate with my husband than I had been. The thought could be almost unbearable; I tried hard not to think about it but Julie’s presence made that impossible.

  It was hypocrisy of the highest order on my part but I promised myself I would be honest in my narrative, so there it is.

  Despite my misgivings I had agreed to meet her in town in a couple of hours’ time. My mind and tummy were in turmoil as I walked up the shop’s main aisle towards the woman who, even then, was probably my closest friend.

  “He’s not making it difficult?” I asked, meaning the impending divorce.

  “Most things are owned fifty-fifty,” she replied. “And the kids are grown up so there’ll be no custody issues to fall out over. It should be okay.”

  I was sure no divorce was ever that simple or amicable but it wasn’t my place to say so.

  “How is he?” I asked, reluctant even to think about my affair and the terrible way it had ended.

  “He’s okay,” Julie replied. “He’s seeing yet another woman now. I’m pretty sure she’s married but it’s not my problem anymore.”

  We exchanged meaningful glances. When he had seduced me, Tony’s penchant for married women had come too close to home for his wife to ignore.

  “Have you found a new man?” I asked, keen to move the subject away from myself.

  “No-one serious,” Julie smiled then leaned closer and whispered. “I’ve been doing online dating!”

  She grinned, blushing a little.

  “Jules!” I gasped.

  She blushed.

  “Is it as wild as I’ve read?” I asked eagerly.

  “No it isn’t,” she replied bitterly.

  “Why?”

  She took a sip of her drink before replying.

  “Well, I suppose it depends what you’re looking for,” she began. “If you just want sex then there’s no shortage of men out there who are happy to provide it. Well, something approximating to sex.”

  From the look on her face, I wondered whether she had taken advantage of this considerably before becoming disillusioned. I also wondered whether her year with twenty-nine-year-old Personal Trainer Darren had spoiled her for other, older men. I had to admit that my own night with him had been

  unforgettable.

  My hands fell automatically to my lower belly where his child was now growing.

  “But then you find that a lot of them are married,” Julie continued. “Or that there’s a good reason why they’re single at this stage of their lives.”

 
“What sort of reason?” I asked, becoming interested.

  “Well personal hygiene for one!”

  Julie’s face was a picture; she most definitely had taken advantage. I smiled inwardly.

  “Then there’s personality, being too boring; being too mean; being useless in bed. The list is endless.”

  “And yet you’re sticking with it?” I laughed.

  “A girl has needs,” she grinned in return.

  If anyone knew about a girl’s needs in that direction, it was me but of course I said nothing to give my secret away. I wasn’t completely sure if Julie knew about my evening with Darren; I was reasonably sure she didn’t know about my encounter with Will but she certainly knew about my affair with her soon-to-be-ex-husband, Tony.

  “How are things with Pete?” she asked casually.

  A bolt of anger and unease flashed through me but I steeled myself not to let it show.

  “We’re good,” I told her truthfully.

  “He’s not holding any grudges about you and Tony?”

  ‘Not as much as I’m holding them about him and you,’I thought but did not say out loud.

  “We’re trying to look to the future rather than the past,” I told her instead.

  “I’m pleased,” she smiled.

  Something within me mistrusted that smile. Was it possible that my friend hoped Pete and I would split up over my affair with her husband? Having spent one full night in bed with him, was Julie keen to repeat the performance? Maybe even have Pete fill the vacant place alongside her in bed full time?

  Or was I just a jealous woman judging people by my own low standards?

  “Well give him my love,” Julie said.

  The look on her face was unintended but told me very clearly that she would dearly love to spend more time with my husband – at all possible, without me being present. The surge of jealousy that washed over me was worryingly strong.

  “I will,” I smiled.

  Both the smile and the promise were lies. I did not want this insatiable blonde anywhere near my husband. Having tasted forbidden fruit and satisfied her for one full passion-filled night, who knows how Pete might react if given the opportunity again?

  And as for the thought of Julie on all fours with Pete’s cock in her rectum; that was almost more than I could bear.

  She looked at her watch and stood up hurriedly. “Oh my God, the time! I’ve got to go.”

  We kissed each other on the cheek.

  “See you soon!”

  ***

  Does pregnancy always lead to insecurity and paranoia? My last pregnancies were so long ago that I couldn’t remember but there was no doubting the way I was beginning to feel. What I do know is that the thought of losing Pete became more and more distressing and more and more prominent in my thoughts.

  One night even my dreams were haunted by images of Julie, naked on her hands and knees with her blonde hair loose and hanging across her pale shoulders. Her head was thrown back and her eyes tightly closed as behind her, over and over again my handsome husband passionately thrust an erect cock that had magically become huge and intimidating over and over again into her rectum.

  Though I knew it was only a dream, try as I might I could not drag my eyes away from her stretched, distorted sphincter, the thick pole of meat that penetrated it or the expression on her pretty face somewhere between agony and ecstasy as the depths of her bowels were plumbed by my husband’s cock.

  Pete’s face in the dream was wild with arousal, his tummy miraculously turned into a six-pack, his shoulders as muscular and strong as Will’s. My husband’s powerful hips were slamming into Julie’s rounded buttocks with a loud, slapping sound unlike any I had heard before while she wailed and moaned in the throes of a monstrous anal orgasm.

  And when he finally came, his semen spurting deep into her bowels, his face twisted and contorted into something close to Tony’s expression when he had cum in me, the look on Julie’s face as she stared straight into my watching eyes was one of pure, unadulterated triumph.

  I woke in a sweat in the small hours, my breath coming in short gasps to find my husband blissfully asleep next to me and my upper thighs sticky.

  ***

  As a result, the next few days were a strange mix of fear, concern and romance.

  The concern I suffered was about our daughter. Izzy’s continued poor judgement when it came to boys and her probably rocky future kept me awake at night. I told myself she was young and robust but as her mother this did not ease my worries much.

  Not being able to talk to Pete about this made it all the more difficult as did my new realisation of just how extraordinarily foolish Izzy could be when it came to sex.

  To my surprise, half an hour on the internet confirmed what she had told me; that making homemade sex videos was indeed very common, or at least had been until the idea of revenge porn had reared its ugly head. From what I read, many girls’ lives had been ruined by the release of video and photographs showing them in compromising or humiliating situations. The problem had become so bad that legislation was being discussed to outlaw it as a form of abuse, defamation or even assault.

  I remembered the item on the news. At the time I had wondered how stupid a girl must be to make such things and put herself at the mercy of any man, boyfriend or otherwise. Now of course I had a bright, intelligent daughter who had done just that.

  And my own sexual record was not completely free of bad decisions, was it?

  The fear came from our continued inability to decide what to do about my pregnancy. Unwilling to put me under pressure in any direction, Pete appeared to be leaving the decision to me, even if that decision was to do nothing and let nature take its course. While I was pleased that he respected my independence and the fact that it was my body in which the baby was growing, there were times when I would have welcomed a little more clarity about what he really believed we should do.

  If I was to have the unmentionable and unthinkable termination, the sooner it happened, the better it was for everyone. I had to make my mind up quickly on that, but long before the deadline for a termination arrived, my pregnancy would be almost impossible to hide.

  Most of our friends and all our colleagues were from the medical world and would very quickly spot the signs I so badly wanted to hide. Two close friends were gynaecologists for God’s sake! Indeed I was beginning to believe some of my colleagues at work had already guessed and were looking at me strangely.

  I was even more concerned about how Izzy and her older brothers would react if my pregnancy became known or, far worse, the way in which it had occurred. Like most kids, our three didn’t want to imagine that their parents had a sex life at all, let alone an adventurous one involving other people.

  That needed to be kept secret at all costs.

  It was just all just paranoia but it worried me. The consequences could be severe; if my pregnancy became common knowledge, the vast majority of damage to our careers and family would already have been done whether I had the child or not.

  The ‘obvious’ solution of termination was simply horrific to think about. At the very least, the damage it could do to my husband’s career if it became known his wife had had an abortion was immense. His international reputation would be in tatters which would have a profound effect on his career and our financial stability.

  But the effect on me could be much worse. From my medical background and especially from my husband’s specialism I knew what an abortion involved. I knew what it inflicted physically on a woman’s body let alone the unborn child’s and that was bad enough.

  What really worried me though was the effect it could have on a woman’s mind. One of my closest friends had accidentally become pregnant following an unplanned night of wife-swapping on holiday with friends. As far as I knew, apart from those actually involved, I was the only person to know this.

  She had chosen the ‘obvious’ solution and had a termination, hoping her life could return to normal.

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nbsp; It had not.

  My friend had been haunted and tormented by it ever since, believing that she had murdered her baby. This had all emerged one evening when she had broken down in front of me after our conversation had turned to a pregnant friend of ours. No matter how many times I had tried to reassure her over the past years; despite now being remarried and having had two more children she had never got over the abortion. On the anniversary of the procedure each year she still claims to get cramps in her belly and I know she has recurring nightmares even now.

  It seems that however educated, experienced and objective a woman is in her normal life, the deliberate destruction of an unborn child can cause permanent psychological damage.The prospect seemed to paralyse my normally-clear thought process whenever I tried to make a decision. As a result my pregnancy was advancing; with every week that passed, the risks and potential consequences of exposure increased.

  Fortunately, the fears and concerns were balanced by the extraordinary amount of romance in my life, provided by my wonderful husband. Once again I understood just how lucky I was to have him.

  To my relief, there were as yet no unpleasant consequences of my decision to use my body to try and eliminate the threat Will had presented. At any event, there were none from my husband; Pete had treated me like a princess ever since he had arrived home on Friday night and comprehensively reclaimed my body once again.

  Reassuming the Alpha Male role he had temporarily put aside, Pete had taken firm control of our relationship once again in every respect except my pregnancy. He brought me flowers, took me to dinner in a fabulous restaurant; and at his insistence, we had spent all Sunday walking in bright sunshine in the Peak District, something we both loved and which brought us closer together.

  In between we had made love more times than I could remember, Pete leading me into each passionate copulation, taking control, sometimes demanding a blow-by-blow description either of my evening with Will in the sports club changing room or a re-run of my full night with Darren in their shared house, sometimes merely taking me with a passion that surprised and delighted me.