Pandora's Box (The Cuckold Diaries Book 1)

by Christopher Cooper

  “Yeah, I did…”

  “That’s what I thought,” she said, cutting me off. She took another swallow of her drink and kept right on with her rant. “In fact, I especially loved sucking your cock while he fucked me. I could feel how turned on you got. You wanted a little slut wife, didn’t you. Well now you got one. You gonna be okay with that?”

  I guess I deserved that. She felt guilty for enjoying something, and I made her feel like a worthless loser for being concerned over its implications. So, I guess I really did deserve everything she dished out. But she wasn’t through with me by a long shot.

  “I’ll tell you something else. I loved feeling him shoot his hot come inside me, and kissing you with the smell of his cock on my face. You liked that, didn’t you?”

  “Yeah…”

  “Good. Because we’re gonna do it again. We’ll do it as often as I like. And maybe…”

  Okay, now I was about as nervous about this as I possibly could be. Even still, I was hard as rock. Not only did I enjoy watching her, but I enjoyed the fact that she loved every minute of it.

  “I think maybe I liked you fucking my come filled pussy, and then lick your come mixed with his. So maybe next time…”

  She stopped right there in her tracks. Maybe what? She had me on the edge of my seat. I needed to know.

  “Wait,” she said as she began to calm down. “I have an idea.” She downed the last of her drink and said, “Stand up.”

  I did exactly as I was told. Not sure what had gotten into her, but I think I liked it. I certainly liked this more aggressive approach.

  “What is that?” she asked, pointing at my crotch. I could no longer hide my excitement; it was definitely noticeable. “Are you hard?”

  “Of course I am,” I responded sarcastically.

  “Pull it out, now!”

  I pushed my pants and boxers over my hips, letting them fall to the floor around my feet. She sat up, surveying my cock as if she had never seen it before. It pointed nearly straight up in the air, hard and full, with the first few drops of pre-come dribbling down the head. She sat back, admiring her new found control.

  “Stroke it for me.”

  I wrapped my fingers around the base, sliding it slowly and softly down the length. An almost evil grin spread across her lips as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She slipped her left hand into the top of her bra, pushing it down just far enough to expose her nipple.

  “Faster,” she said as she began to roll the hard nipple between her thumb and forefinger. “Let’s see you jack off for me. I like watching that too, ya’ know.”

  I stroked it a little faster, applying slight more pressure as I felt the hardness just under the skin. My balls began to tighten, and with each stroke I felt closer and closer to coming all over her. Her head leaned back against the couch as she continued to unbutton her blouse, opening it fully to show her breasts to me.

  “You like this, huh baby? You like having a come loving slut for a wife?”

  Her words were like a strong hand in my back, pushing me further and further towards my release. I could feel the swelling deep within. Her hands now unbuttoning her shorts, pulling them open to allow her to touch herself. She held the waistband of her panties out as she slid her fingers inside across her bush. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and with a final stroke I came all over her stomach. I leaned over her now, placing my hand beside her head as I pumped my fist up and down my shaft, releasing the last of my orgasm all over her tits.

  I fell onto the couch next to her as she rubbed my come over her breasts, coating her finger tips and sliding them between her lips. She licked them clean and said, “Kiss me.”

  I once again, did as I was told. She grabbed the back of my head for a deep embrace; my tongue traced the outline of her mouth before sliding past her lips. Her tongue met mine, forcing the remnants of my orgasm into my mouth.

  The salty taste of my come now all over my face, my dick still full and hard, left me more excited than I ever imagined.

  “You like the taste of come, darling?” she asked, grinning from ear to ear. “I like to share!”

  Chapter 8

  For the most part our sex life was pretty much the same. It’s not that it was ever bad, but sometimes it just felt a little stale. The whole threesome experience seemed to empower Sandra to talk about her feelings, wants and desires. She’s been asserting herself a lot more, sort of ‘taking charge’ in the bedroom. She’s even been surfing the internet seeking new ideas while I’ve been at work. And if all that wasn’t enough, there’s Nancy.

  Nancy always seemed to be much more open minded than Sandra, especially since they shared their one night of alcohol induced indiscretion. And now with Sandra telling Nancy everything, she seemed to have taken an unusually different approach when she was around. Nancy always looked as if she was sitting on a secret; one that was about to burst out at any moment. She had been unusually kind to me of late, something that made me more than a little nervous. Even her talking to me seemed more suggestive than normal.

  I didn’t trust Nancy, not at all. And she had made no bones in the past about how she felt about me. Given the opportunity, she’d probably tie me up and beat me within an inch of my life. The woman flat scared me. Still, she seemed to be the one keeping this unusual fire burning in Sandra. They’d sit in the kitchen in the evenings giggling and whispering like teenagers. When I inquired, I’d just get the same response. ‘Nothin!’ Then I’d walk out the door and the giggling would commence again.

  Even with this new found freedom and confidence, I was completely unprepared when Sandra called my office. “You busy?” she asked.

  “Not really. Typical Friday afternoon. Just wrapping things up, and should be headed out soon. Something on your mind?”

  “I was wondering how you might feel about meeting Nancy and her new boyfriend for dinner and drinks tonight?”

  Wow, every fiber of my being wanted to avoid that particular scenario at all cost. Sure, I was more than content replaying Nancy and Sandra’s drunken kissing session, but having to break bread with her and her boyfriend was just not on my ‘to do’ list. I racked my brain for an excuse, but came up with nothing. At that moment I thought I could actually hear the ticking of the clock clear across my office. ‘Tick, Tick, Tick…’ The sound was deafening.

  “Tom?” she asked, bringing me back to reality.

  “Geez… okay?” I guess that’s what she wanted to hear.

  “Great! Now, can you come home a little early?”

  “I dunno, maybe. Why?”

  “Just be here at four, okay? I’ve got a little surprise for you.”

  “Alright. I’ll try.”

  I cleared my schedule, eager to get home and find out what Sandra was up to now. I barely got inside the door when she grabbed me. “Great! You’re here. Now strip!”

  “What?”

  “Don’t argue, strip.” Kicking off my shoes was about as far as I got when Sandra dropped to her knees, pulling off my belt and dropping my pants to the floor. She slipped the first sock off my foot, nearly knocking me over. My balance was not the only thing that was off as I pulled my tie off and tried to unbutton my shirt.

  As she pulled the other sock, the words just came flying out of my mouth. “What the…”

  “Shh!” she said, “do as you’re told!”

  I have to admit I rather liked this side of her. She grabbed my tie and wrapped it around my head, making sure I couldn’t see a thing. The thought of me bumping into everything around our house naked seemed like a good way for me to get hurt, but she grabbed me by the hand and said, “Your instructions are very simple. I’m going to help you to your chair, and you are not to say anything or do anything until I tell you. Understood?”

  “Okay, I guess.”

  “No guessing. Just follow my instructions.”

  My cock was already growing with anticipation as she helped me into my recliner. I could hear her undressing, and I have to admit th
e loss of sight made every sound seem so much more appetizing. I could hear her moving the coffee table, and her falling onto the couch.

  “Alright Tom, you ready?”

  “For what?”

  “Just listen to me. In a moment, you may remove your blindfold, but not until I tell you. Okay?”

  “Alright.”

  “Good. The first thing you need to know is that we are not alone.” Fear and excitement were now battling for top position in my emotional priority list. I began to reach for my blindfold when she said, “Stop! Do not touch that until I tell you. Understood?”

  “Yes.”

  I put my hands in my lap, trying to cover myself. I could now hear another person in the room, and could only imagine Jason back here to fuck her again.

  “Right now, my darling husband, I am having my neck kissed. Their hands are slowly caressing my breasts, and I am growing wetter by the moment.”

  I really wasn’t sure what to do, but my prick was beginning to throb under the palms of my hand.

  “Please stroke your cock, Tom. You know I like to watch you.”

  I began to slowly stroke the length, holding the base of my cock with my left hand as my right slid slowly up and down. As I approached the head, I squeezed a little harder, coaxing the familiar dribble of pre-come out the head and using the lubrication as I stroked it up and down.

  “That’s it Tom, stroke that big cock for me. My nipples are being licked and sucked, and hands are pushing my legs apart. My freshly shaved pussy is open wide as they’re kissing their way down my stomach. Their fingers are now opening me up, allowing their tongue to lick and caress my clit. Mmmmm.”

  I could just see Jason now, kneeling in front of her, sliding his tongue around her clit as his massive hands spread her wide. Dipping his fingers inside her; that would be next, or at least I hoped so.

  “Fingers are now travelling around my pussy, Tom, sliding down towards my ass. Do you like what you hear?”

  “Yes,” I said as my breathing became faster, matching the rhythm of my strokes. “Tell me more.”

  Their tongue is on my clit now, sucking it into their mouth. My leg is now across their back as they slide two fingers inside me. I’m so wet, Tom. It feels so fuckin’ good! You’d be proud of your slut wife, wouldn’t you Tom. Oh my God, I’m about to come!”

  My cock was rock hard, aching for release. I stroked faster and faster, pulling on my balls with my free hand. I leaned even further back in my chair causing the foot rest to fly up. Pulling harder and harder on my cock as my own orgasm was beginning to build. The swelling in my balls making my cock harder and harder by the second, as I moaned myself, “Mmmm.”

  “Don’t you dare come!” she screamed. “Not yet. You haven’t gotten your surprise.”

  My surprise? Is she fucking kidding? I come home; she strips me, blindfolds me, and tells me to jerk myself while she’s having sex in front of me? What’s the fucking surprise? I stopped stroking my cock, squeezing it hard to stop myself from coming.

  “My hands are now wrapped around their head, and I’m grinding my clit against their face. It’s so fucking good. I love having my pussy eaten. Are you ready for your surprise?”

  “Yes, Sandra. Please.”

  “Okay, just one thing before you remove your blind fold.”

  “Anything,” I pleaded.

  “No matter what you see, don’t budge out of that fuckin’ chair. Understand?”

  “Sure, sure. Just let me see.”

  “Alright, keep stroking that beautiful cock while you remove your blindfold.”

  I resumed stroking the length, and slipped the blindfold over my head. “Holy shit!” I said, unable to stop the words from flying out of my mouth. I fully expected to see Jason eating away at my wife. But it was not Jason. It was a woman.

  “Fuckin’ yeah!” I said, stroking my cock even harder. Apparently it was my turn for a threesome. I thought watching Sandra fuck and suck Jason was hot, but her with a woman was the ultimate dream. The only thing better would be if… Nah, it couldn’t be. It was Nancy! I almost came on the spot.

  “You like that, huh baby? You like watching your slut wife being eaten out by another woman?”

  She knew I did. It was a stupid question, but it didn’t distract me or my hard on from the incredible scene before me. I didn’t like Nancy, but I certainly didn’t mind looking at her. At barely a touch above five feet, she was incredibly beautiful. Rather small breasts, but long auburn hair that nearly touched her ass, and oh my, what an ass. It was one of the most perfect asses on the face of the earth. And right now, it was pointed straight up in the air as she devoured my wife.

  “Oh yeah, it feels so good, baby,” Sandra moaned. “Jerk that cock for me!”

  I stroked faster and faster, my mind still reeling from all of this. I knew Nancy was bi, I just knew it. Although Sandra swore she wasn’t. But she looked like she’d done this before. I watched Sandra’s toes curl as she screamed out her orgasm. “YEESSSS!!!”

  I nearly came. Not sure exactly what I was supposed to do, I slowed my stroking, savoring the moment as Nancy scrambled to her feet. Turning her attention to me she said, “My my, It is a nice cock Sandra. May I?”

  “Sure,” Sandra said, “whatever.” She waved us off as she drifted through her orgasm.

  Nancy walked around the table as I lowered the foot rest of my chair. “My goodness, Tom. I never realized. You likes watching us? Well, do you?”

  “I, uh…”

  “Shut up, asshole,” she said. “I’m not doing this for you. This is for me. Spread your fuckin’ legs!”

  I spread them as wide as I could. She leaned over, placing a hand on each thigh as her breasts dangled in front of me. “Keep stroking that cock, you pathetic piece of shit.”

  Oddly, I was turned on. I guess the love affair was over, but she was still going to have her way first. She dropped to her knees, and lowered her mouth on my dick, slamming the entire length inside in one fail swoop. She deep throated me; moaning and groaning each time her mouth hit my balls. I thought I was going to explode.

  I looked over at Sandra to see she was having a glass of wine, slowly rubbing her pussy as she watched her friend blow me. “Ohh, yes,” I said. “Suck my dick!”

  She grabbed my balls, pulling them hard to the side. “Shut up!”

  Climbing on top of me, she leaned in and forced her tit in my mouth as she impaled herself on my cock. Up and down she rode me, faster and faster. Her pussy was so hot it felt like it was on fire. She grabbed my hair and pulled it back, forcing my face towards the ceiling. “You like that? Fuckin’ my wet pussy? Do you have any idea what that little slut wife of yours has been up to?”

  “No.” I managed to get the words out of my mouth, but I don’t think she cared what I had to say.

  “Fuck me, asshole. Fuckin’ come in my pussy!”

  I couldn’t hold back any longer, and my come shot through my shaft and into her, flooding tight little cunt. She continued to ride up and down, faster and faster as my own come dribbled down the sides of my shaft. She ground her clit into me, holding me deep within her. After a couple of moments she rolled off my cock and headed back to the couch.

  She sat on the edge, spreading her legs wide as she motioned for Sandra to come near. She looked me right in the eyes and said, “Lemme show you what your little slut wife has been doing all week!”

  Sandra positioned herself between her legs, her mouth reaching out for her pussy. Nancy grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in. “Eat me, bitch! Eat that fucking come out of me.”

  She ground herself against Sandra’s face. My cock, still semi hard, was begging for more attention. I couldn’t believe my wife was on her hands and knees, licking her friend’s pussy. Her tongue ran up and down her slit, her face now coated with my come. Nancy’s head fell back. “Yeesss. I’m coming! Oh fuck!” She grabbed Sandra’s hair and pulled her close, holding on with both hands as she rode her orgasm to the very end.


  It was the most incredible thing I had ever seen. I was already stroking my cock as Nancy climbed down off the couch. Sandra rolled over onto her back, her fingers furiously rubbing her clit. Her face covered with Nancy’s juices, and remnants of my come clung to her cheek.

  “Look asshole,” she said as she turned to me. “Quit rubbing that pathetic cock and kiss your slut wife! Make sure you clean her up proper!”

  I scrambled to my feet and covered the distance between my chair and the couch in record time. I knelt beside her, kissing her deeply. Our tongues intertwined as I ran my tongue over her cheeks. I could smell Nancy’s pussy on her face, and just as instructed, licked her clean.

  Nancy leaned over and slapped my bare ass, grabbing a handful of flesh in the process. “Now you two go get cleaned up. We still have dinner to do with Rick!”

  Chapter 9

  Sandra and I exchanged devilish grins and glances the entire time we got ready for dinner. For the first time since I met Nancy I was actually excited about seeing her again. I purposely didn’t ask any questions, as most of the time it was just a mood killer for Sandra. I was on a complete high, and the moments seemed to fly by.

  I still had a perpetual hard on that looked like it was never going to go down. Sandra even joked about whether to call the doctor. “You know what they say, if you have an erection for more than four hours, consult a physician.”

  “If I had taken a Viagra, I’d be the first one on the phone.”

  She laughed. It was a silly little laugh. Just like the way she used to laugh before we were married. And I couldn’t stop staring at her. I’m sure she thought I was being a little creepy, but I just couldn’t get enough of being with her.

  Bending over on to slide on her strap on heels, I marveled at just how beautiful her body was. Her long thin legs, the firm ass, and those breasts; I was seriously in love.

  On the way to the restaurant, Sandra placed a hand on my thigh and said, “So you liked your surprise?”