Pandora's Box (The Cuckold Diaries Book 1)

by Christopher Cooper

  Pandora’s Box

  By

  Christopher Cooper

  AMAZON EDITION

  Published by: Sea Island Press

  Pandora’s Box

  The Cuckold Diaries Volume 1, Issue 1

  Copyright © 2012 by Christopher Cooper

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental. All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

  This book is for sale to ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers. Please store your files where they cannot be accessed by minors.

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  FIVE STARS

  Fantastic read! Chris has once again given an incredibly erotic yet romantic story from a lustful but loving husband's point of view. I love the way he gives women hope that their husbands think the same as his characters. For a man to write erotica and throw in his love for his wife into it is just incredible. Thank you, Chris.

  ~ Ana Ronning

  FIVE STARS

  Christopher may have been unknown to me before this morning, but I am already a fan. The way he tells the tale of the emotions evolving around a situation a married couple explores is exquisite. Just enough background to set the sex play in motion and then the steamy sex is nothing short of awesome.

  ~ Gerald Dawson

  Table of Contents

  Forward

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  About the Author

  Other Books

  Forward

  It wasn’t my idea; that was for sure. But for any man who’s ever wanted a threesome, who’s ever wanted to watch his wife with another woman, the thought that she might ask for this is always in the back of their mind. And for me, that day had come. It was put up, or shut up time. I chose to put up! And what transpired after that simply changed my life, forever.

  Chapter 1

  Her excitement was hard not to notice, but I did my best to block it out of my mind. She sat there nervously downing her gin and tonics for over an hour as we waited in the dimly lit bar on the corner of East Bay Street. The usual hustle and bustle of Charleston was brimming with life. Still, it seemed somewhat subdued with the thought of this venture in my mind.

  We had had a threesome before, sort of. I guess you could call it that. Really, it was more of a chance encounter that spun incredibly out of control: Sandra and her best friend on the back porch three weeks ago, drinking and losing all their inhibitions. But that didn’t stop me from enjoying it to its fullest. And even if I only got to watch, it was remarkable. And now she has somehow got the idea that it was only fair for her to have her threesome, her way: with another man.

  “This is crazy,” she said sipping her drink, her bright red lipstick leaving the perfect identifying mark on the rim of the glass.

  “Well…” I started to say before she cut me off.

  “I mean, what was I thinking? Let’s get out of here!” she said as she stared out the window.

  She might have suggested putting a halt to this and heading out the door, but she hadn’t budged. It was like she was glued to the potential of incredible ecstasy, and she was not about to miss it. I could have ended the whole proposition right there, but something in my mind said no, let it play out.

  He finally walked to the bar and ordered a drink. I saw him first, not sure if Sandra would even know what he looked like. I had known Jason for several years, and knew he was still single and quite the player. At least that’s what he always told us. Kind of made me laugh every time he bragged about his adventures; but deep down he was genuinely a nice guy. I liked him, and the fact that he was a confirmed bachelor somehow set my mind at ease about the whole thing.

  “He’s here,” I informed her.

  Sandra seemed to retreat back into her drink and shrink down as far as she could in the chair; a futile effort to blend into the background. There was definitely no need to attempt that as she usually stuck out in a crowd. She may not have been a tall blonde, but she had a body that could catch a man’s eye in a crowd. And tonight would be no different. Her low cut dress showed the ‘girls’ as she called them off perfectly.

  “I don’t know,” she began to plead. “Let’s not…”

  It was my turn to cut her off now. “Stop,” I said, raising my hand to get her attention. “Let’s just have a few drinks and let it go from there. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” That statement actually said volumes, and she knew it. My wife never did anything she didn’t want to do.

  I was actually quite proud of myself, thinking that maybe I was being somewhat chivalrous. Really, I was just being an ass. I was quite sure she would never go through with it, but I needed to make an honest effort in order to put this little fantasy to bed.

  I waved Jason over, and stood to greet my old friend. After the formal introductions, we sat around the small table getting to know one another. I could tell Sandra had a lot of questions, but she was just too damn scared to ask. No, I knew how this would have to be handled. Sandra excused herself to visit the ladies room, and I realized that now was the time to find out if this evening was going to develop or not. I watched her walk down the crowded hallway at the back of the bar, having to press her body against people to just to get by.

  “Look Tom,” Jason said, “I don’t think she ready for this. Maybe another time.”

  “Nah, nah,” I said, shaking my head. “She really wants this. The alcohol just gives her the courage to proceed. Sort of a good excuse. Plausible deniability. Tell you what, just head down the hallway. When she comes out of the bathroom, grab her hips from behind, pull her into you, and kiss the back of her neck. If she leans into you, you know it’s on.”

  “You sure?”

  “Positive. No matter how she reacts, just tell her you’re taking off.”

  “Taking off?” he looked at me, his confusion clearly evident.

  “If she leans into you, meet me at the house. If she doesn’t, we’ll know she’s not ready.”

  The plan was actually perfect for me; either way I was getting laid. I waved the waitress over and paid my bill and waited on Sandra.

  It wasn’t long before she was standing next to me, sliding her arm around my shoulder and pointing toward the restrooms. “Jason said he was taking off. Guess this won’t happen after all.”

  I’m not sure if it was disappointment or relief, but Sandra was very quiet on the way home. I didn’t dare a
sk how the encounter went. Of course that’s when I realized that I had no idea if Jason was coming over or not. I still wasn’t sure if I dodged this bullet, or there was more in store for the evening.

  Chapter 2

  I dropped my keys in the bowl, locked the front door and turned off the lights. Sandra kicked off her shoes, crawling up on the end of the couch. At this point it was very clear that the plan had not worked. Still, I felt somewhat confident that I had at least tried. I took my usual spot next to her and sipped my drink. “Disappointed?” I asked.

  “A little. I mean, it’s kinda stupid, right?”

  Here was my chance to be her knight in shining armor. “Not at all. I’m sorry that it didn’t work out. But, if you’re still interested…”

  That was all it took for her to climb in my arms for a hot make out session. I was already as excited as I could be, and her sluggish overture was probably a mixture of alcohol induced stupor and naughty desires. Her hand slid over my lap as she kissed me deeply, encouraging me to explore her mouth. She pressed her gin flavored lips to mine, the smell of her perfume and soft skin were extremely intoxicating. I massaged her breast with my free hand, slipping it just over the top and in between the silk fabric of her dress and her skin. I ran my fingertips across her thin bra, admiring her nipples as the hardened under my touch. Down her neck I trailed my kisses, hoping to mount my assault on her beautiful breasts.

  Her hands were all over me, first unbuttoning my shirt and sliding the inside. Weaving her fingertips through the hair on my chest, she broke our kiss only to bury her head into my neck. I knew her body, inside and out. And I knew her movements; something that only comes with experience and familiarity. And this was her way of leaping head first into lust. It was her first step in losing her inhibitions. She unbuttoned all but the last two buttons on my shirt, and then took a deep breath as she nuzzled her face into me. Her hands sliding down my sides as her mouth sought out my nipple. She sucked it furiously. It wasn’t so much her tongue and lips, but every time she sucked my nipple the sight of her with another woman flashed through my head, causing my cock to beg for relief.

  She knew the affect she was having on me, and straddled my leg pressing her clit against my thigh. Her hands now tracing the outline of my cock through my pants, first very lightly, then firmer and firmer as her intensity matched my need. She rubbed herself on my thigh, sliding down to my knees and grinding, her kisses now trailing down my stomach.

  And then… BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ. My cell phone began to vibrate on the table, breaking our attention. I grabbed the phone and read the text. Looking up from my crotch she asked, “Who’s texting you now?”

  “Umm… Jason.” I said as I read the text.

  “What?”

  “Says he’s enjoyed meeting you, and...”

  Sandra pushed herself back to a seating position, leaving my cock to just throb uncontrollably. “And what?” she asked.

  “And he’s here.”

  She sat up straight, pulling her hair behind her ears and straightening her dress. “Oh my God,” she said, “Wait, umm...”

  I could tell this was not what she was expecting, but I watched her gathering her bearings, searching for her heels. “You ready for this?” I asked; a devilish grin plastered on my face as I stood and buttoned my shirt before walking to the door.

  “No. I can’t,” she said.

  “Yes you can, and you will,” I said emphatically as I opened the door.

  “Tom, wait. This was a mistake. I don’t think I can do this.”

  “You said this is what you wanted,” I said as I stood in the open doorway.

  Jason walked in just as Sandra was coming to her feet. Sandra ran into the kitchen.

  “You sure this is this okay?” he asked.

  What was I gonna say now? “Sure, sure. C’mon in.”

  “Man, I’m not sure she wants to do this,” Jason said, giving me that last opportunity to squash this little experiment.

  No, we had come too far, and I was not going to watch her mope around and wonder ‘what ifs.’ I shook my head in the affirmative, “She does.” It was true. I knew this was just one of those things she just had to try. “Just go on in the kitchen, and do the same thing you did at the bar.”

  “Hands on her hips, right?”

  “Right.”

  Chapter 3

  Jason walked in the kitchen, with me following a full five steps behind. There she was, standing with her back to the doorway, trying her best to look busy. She wouldn’t even turn around and face him. I stood in the doorway and watched; my anxiety at an all time high as thoughts of jealousy, intrigue, excitement all coursed through my brain; the true voyeur in me not to be denied.

  He pinned her against the counter in the kitchen, grabbing her firmly by the hips and pushing himself against her. His lips now on her neck as her arms reached up and around his head. “Oh my,” escaped her lips before she could stop it.

  He pressed himself into her, making sure she knew just how excited he was. Her weight shifted onto her left foot as her right shoe left the floor, her hands now firmly planted on the granite countertops in front of her. She wrapped her right foot around his ankle, locking him into place. Yes, there was no doubt she was interested. I could only imagine her pushing that wonderful ass of her against him, just as she has done with me so many times before.

  Jason slid his hands down her ass, gathering the silk material as he pulled the bottom of her skirt up, exposing her black lace thong. His right foot now spreading her legs to give him better access, he continued to kiss her firmly on her neck before moving towards her shoulder. With each passing moment, my own excitement level ramped up, leaving very little room for hiding the ever increasing lump in my shorts.

  With her dress well above her waist now, he released his lip lock on her shoulder and with his left hand firmly planted in the middle of her back, pushed her down across the counter. Running his hands under her dress and over her back, he hooked the thin fabric of the thong and pulled it down over her cheeks. Now her ass was fully exposed, her deep tan lines clearly visible. He pushed the dress up her back, admiring his handy work. She was his for the taking, and there was no doubt about that.

  Jason dropped to his knees and spread her cheeks, kissing and licking his way all over her ass. Small moans and whimpers emanated from her lips, but in no way did she want it to stop. He pushed her right thigh up onto the counter, now fully opening her sex to him. Wasting no time he slid his fingers across her ass, kneading and pulling them apart as he continued his oral assault.

  I stood in utter amazement as I watched him finger her, spreading and pulling at her cheeks as if I were not there. But I was, and as much as I didn’t want to admit it, I was completely turned on. Any thoughts of jealousy I might have had were absolutely no match to the incredible act playing out right before my eyes.

  He pushed his face into her, his nose on her ass as his tongue explored the folds of her pussy. His hands firmly grabbing her hips, pulling her into his face harder and harder. She lifted her head momentarily, leaning her head back as far as possible as she moaned, “Yeeeesssssss!!!!” And just as quickly, she lowered her head to the counter top and grinned.

  I was now fully rubbing the length of my cock through my pants, trying my best to look calm, cool and collected. I took a seat at the kitchen table and sipped my drink, revealing to anyone looking an approving grin. This was indeed much better than I thought it would be.

  Her moans continued as he massaged her ass, licking and caressing every square inch. After several minutes, and I’m quite sure she had at least one orgasm, Jason retreated from his position, standing up and pulling her off the counter. He spun her around and looked at me, “You okay?”

  I could only nod my head. It was sort of his way of asking if he could continue without actually saying the words. My wife was now visibly shaken into another world; a world in which her desires had full control and her inhibitions retreated. Dazed, she stood as Jason
pulled her dress down. She almost looked stoned. He pulled her into him, kissing her deeply as her hands rested on his forearms. And before she could come to her senses, he reached up and grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to her knees in front of him.

  Sandra stared at me as he unzipped his pants, freeing his ever growing hard on from the confines of his jockey shorts. “Suck it,” he said as his cock now waved in her face. He placed his hand on the top of her head, guiding her to him. She reached up and grabbed his cock, wrapping her carefully manicured fingers around the base. Her lips parted ever so slightly as he began to pull her closer. She kissed the side of his shaft, working her way towards the thick dark curly pubic hairs just barely peeking out. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, taking in this stranger’s scent and reveling in the fact that she was now sucking the first cock other than mine in years.

  “Mmmm,” she said. Her guttural groans were confirmation of her enjoyment, as she kissed up and down his shaft, licking and sucking the sides; her saliva now coating the entire length. She opened her mouth and took it inside, taking at first just the head, and pulling it out to run her tongue over the slit. Yes, she was a masterful artist when it came to blow jobs, and Jason would soon find out it was her favorite thing about sex.

  I still couldn’t believe this was all happening. My demure wife, who just recently shared some of her fantasies, was turning into a cock hungry slut right before my eyes. And on top of all that, with each plunge she took on his cock, her growing appetite for more sex was beginning to show.

  She dropped her hand between her legs, dipping her fingers into her pussy as she increased the pace at which she sucked him. She shook her head, taking turns looking into his eyes and then staring at me. Finally, she pulled his cock out of her mouth and said, “I love this cock,” she said. “You just gonna rub yours, or bring it to me?”