Pandora's Box (The Cuckold Diaries Book 1)

by Christopher Cooper

  “Like you have to ask. But rest assured we will have a conversation later about your week with Nancy.”

  “Ooohh, really? I’m not scared,” she said laughing.

  “You should be.” Even I couldn’t keep a straight face as I said it.

  “When we get home, dear, I promise to tell you everything.”

  My cheeks were beginning to hurt from the constant smiling. I just couldn’t get it off my face. The afternoon was incredible, and I had no idea what the night had in store for us, but at this point I was game for just about anything.

  Crossing the street and stepping up on to the curb, Sandra and I walked hand in hand. I felt so close to her on so many levels. Even now, after all these years, I felt the anticipation and intrigue as if we were still teenagers on our second date. She was more beautiful than ever, and her new attitude towards sex had me flying high as a kite. We passed several people on the sidewalk, and the heads she turned were not only from men, but women as well. She seemed to just have a glow about her.

  I ordered our drinks at the bar while Sandra settled into the corner table. I stood there admiring her as I waited, thinking that this evening could not go fast enough. I couldn’t wait to get her home for a question and answer session. The table in the corner gave us a distinct advantage of seeing everyone as they walked in off the street.

  I just wanted to get this over with, so I could hear the dirty details about her week’s adventures with Nancy. The thoughts swam around my head with one central theme in mind: her pleasure. I knew she probably didn’t enjoy the threesome with Nancy like I did, but I didn’t care. She had her way, I should get mine.

  What surprised me the most was how excited everything was; Sandra’s face covered with remnants of orgasms, the smell of not only pussy but cock on her face, and the sweet and salty mixture in our mouths as we kissed. Yes, it was all good. And to top that off, Nancy’s almost dominatrix approach to telling me what to do was especially hot, although I could not put my finger on why.

  Nancy and Rick finally arrived as I stood to greet them. Our table was just a holding place in the bar as we waiting on our reservations. Rick seemed like a nice enough fellow, although he was extremely quiet in the bar. Of course, with Nancy there probably wasn’t much room for him in any conversation.

  Rick stood about 6’4”, with dark curly hair and a meticulously trimmed beard. My guess was he hadn’t seen our side of thirty, but his personality was charming to say the least. Nancy mentioned how they met at work, and the giggling between them as they expanded a little about an intimate affair at an out of town business conference.

  “He works under me,” Nancy said. I couldn’t help but think that she meant it literally. If she was half as dominant with him as she was with me, I’m sure he didn’t mind. Still, I couldn’t get the thought of Nancy in a black leather corset, complete with fishnet stockings and a whip out of my head. The very thought of it brought a wide smile across my face.

  Finally our name was called, and Sandra turned to Nancy and said, “Let’s stop by the ladies’ room while they get us seated.”

  Rick and I followed the waitress into the restaurant. Abruptly, Rick turned and said, “Restroom? I need to wash my hands.” I pointed to the narrow dark hallway just off the bar, thinking to myself that he was just like the women, unable to hold his water.

  Time seemed to drag on as nearly ten minutes passed before Rick showed up. “Where are the girls?”

  “I have no idea. I guess they’re moving in. Probably redecorating the restrooms,” I said, issuing a small laugh. Rick just shook his head, and before he could comment they were back.

  During dinner, Nancy took a particular interest in me; somewhat uncomfortable, but very intriguing as she spent most of the dinner with her hand on my thigh. Rick seemed to be very interested in Sandra, and she responded by blushing and laughing as she placed her hand on his arm several times during dinner.

  After dinner, we parted ways and walked back to our car. It was pretty clear that the dinner and drinks were taking their toll on her, as she seemed extraordinarily giddy. I opened the door for her, and she leaned into me, throwing her hands around my neck as I pulled her close. She whispered, “I love you,” and kissed me deeply.

  There was no mistaking it. I could smell him on her. Her heavy breathing couldn’t mask the smell, but I don’t think she wanted to. “I enjoyed this very much, darling.”

  “Enjoyed what?”

  “Take me home, darling. I’ll tell you everything.”

  We weren’t even out of the parking garage when she reached over in my lap, feeling my hard on. “Still horny, are we?” she asked.

  “You have no idea. Enjoy yourself?”

  “Ohhh yeah. I certainly did.”

  “What happened?” I felt like I already knew, but I wanted to hear it come from her own lips.

  “I blew him,” she blurted out. “Right in the ladies room.”

  “What?”

  “That’s right. Nancy and I were in there, and he just came in and grabbed her. I didn’t know what to do.”

  “So you just dropped to your knees and sucked him off?”

  “Not exactly. It’s all Nancy’s fault,” she protested, waving her hand in front of her face.

  I knew that Nancy might have set it up, but I also knew that my horny little wife was really enjoying herself lately. Besides, between the drinks and her new found freedom, I doubted it was very hard for Nancy to convince her of anything.

  Sandra began removing her earrings, and continued, “I was standing in front of the mirror when he walked in. He grabbed her arm, and she just dropped to her knees and unzipped him. She pulled him out and said, “Lock the door, Sandra, and get over here. I barely got it locked when she started licking his cock right there in front of me. What was I supposed to do?”

  “Hmmm,” I said, shaking my head. “Heaven’s sake, what were you supposed to do? I wonder…” I said as sarcastically as I could. “So you just left me at the table to blow a young stud?”

  “I know,” she said. “I wasn’t sure what to do. Nancy seems to have some kind of power over me lately.”

  “So she told you to suck him off, and you just did it?”

  “Yeah,” she said with a chuckle. “You’re not mad, are you?” She asked the question as if that would make it all better. Then she reached back into my lap, rubbing my cock through my pants. “You’re not, are you?”

  “No. I guess not.” It’s not like I could say anything else at this point. Besides, it was very clear that she was going to do whatever she wanted, no matter what I said.

  The thing is I really wasn’t mad. Instead, I was very excited. For some reason, the thought of her blowing a guy she had known for less than ten minutes and the fact that she was telling me all about it was even more exciting than I could imagine. Couple that with kissing her, and being able to smell him on her, had my cock begging for release. In fact, every time I thought of her come covered face my libido seemed to shoot through the roof. I had a cock hungry wife, and I was enjoying every second of it.

  Chapter 10

  We barely made it into our home before we were all over each other. I chased her down the hall to our bedroom, stripping off my clothes as fast as I could. As soon as we hit the bed, our naked bodies were pressed up against one another and I kissed her deeply, her hands reaching down for my cock, squeezing and pulling on it as I licked her sweet lips.

  “Yes baby,” she said in a throaty voice, “give me that big cock.”

  So much for foreplay I thought as her legs wrapped around my waist. I leaned over her, my hands on either side of her face as I descended into her. She was wet, very wet. The folds of her shaven pussy now slick with her excitement offered no resistance as I plunged deep and hard into her. Her hips reached up for me with every stroke, her enthusiasm matching our pace. It was as if we had never fucked before. It all seemed new; some untapped reservoir of lust enhanced each and every moment.

  I p
ressed my cheek to her lips, smelling the remnants of Rick’s cock still present on her face. That turned me on even more. I licked her cheek, trying to determine if I could taste him as well. I have no idea why, but for some reason I wanted to taste it, and badly.

  “Fuck me, baby. That’s it. Give me that hot cock!” she screamed.

  Her words were like icing on the cake. Too much for me to handle, as if I needed any further encouragement. But now I wanted to know more. “Tell me about his cock,” I whispered in her ear.

  “It was huge,” she said, “slightly bent to the side. That what you want to hear?”

  “Yes baby, yes. Tell me more.”

  “It was so hot and soft in my hands, but it grew to the point I couldn’t even wrap my fingers around it. I could barely get my lips around the head alone.”

  “You liked it?”

  “Oh yes, baby. I loved it. I wanted to taste it, to feel it in my mouth, on my tongue. My pussy just started dripping the moment I held it in my hands.”

  “Oh fuck!” I screamed, leaning my head back. I picked up my pace, slamming my cock harder and deeper into her. “You dirty little slut! Sucking a man off while your husband waits for you in another room.”

  Even my words excited me at this point. I couldn’t help but think that I was never going to get enough of it. She rolled her head to the side, licking my forearm as she held on tight. I looked down, watching her breasts moving up and down with every stroke.

  “The thought of you waiting on me was incredible. And sitting through a meal knowing I had his taste on my lips was damn near unbearable. I just wanted to share that experience with you. Yes, baby, fuck me. Fuck me harder!”

  I increased the pace to a point probably not seen by us in several years. Her pussy clenched around my cock, her hand furiously rubbing her clit between us. I was about to come. About to explode all over her, and she knew it.

  “I’m coming!” she screamed as her orgasm ripped through her body. Her jaw locked down tight as she continued to moan. “YYYEEESSSS!!!” she said. “Oh fuckin’ yeah!”

  As her orgasm subsided, she took a deep breath and looked into my eyes. “Come for me baby. Come in my mouth!”

  I pulled out of her and moved next to her on the bed. “Shoot it on my face!”

  I couldn’t stop it now, my come showering her open mouth, dripping down her cheek towards her chin. She cupped her breasts, holding them high as her fingers pressed against her nipples. I came all over her face and neck, and for good measure, pulled my cock through the come across her tits.

  Chapter 11

  Sandra sat at the breakfast table pouring my cup of coffee. The smell of hot sex still on our bodies mixed with the hazelnut was warming to the senses. I sat across from her, my paper already folded to the sports section in front of me. “Good morning, dear.”

  “Morning,” I muttered, still feeling like a zombie. I sipped my coffee and poured over the news. I still wasn’t awake, and I didn’t want to ruin the feeling of satisfaction that I had from our latest sexual adventure.

  “I trust you enjoyed yourself last night,” she began. “I know I did.”

  “Yeah, baby, sure.” I didn’t even look up at her. In fact, I was still too tired to talk about anything. “How long have you been up?”

  “Couple of hours.”

  From the looks of the kitchen, she’d been busy preparing for the day. I was sure at any moment I was about to be handed a ‘honey do’ list for the weekend. Still, she sat quietly texting on her phone.

  “Nancy?” I asked. It was a dumb question as I knew it was her; couldn’t go more than a few hours without the two of them comparing notes and such.

  “Yeah, Nancy. She said Rick enjoyed meeting us last night.”

  “I bet he did,” I shot back, trying to hide my frustration.

  “Said he wants us all to get together next Saturday night.”

  “I dunno, Sandra. Maybe I need a little break, here.”

  “Well, I already told her that was fine. I’m sure you’ll be up to it by then.”

  Okay, now I was feeling a little pushed around, and my anger was beginning to rise. Without even thinking, I just blurted out, “I’m not going anywhere with anyone until you tell me all about what you and Nancy have been up to.” I felt that either that would shut her up, or I would finally be told the truth, which I was pretty sure I already knew.

  “You’re right, Tom. You’ve been very patient and understanding and I promised to tell you everything. So, let’s get this over with. What do you want to know?”

  “Well, for starters, what the hell was all that yesterday with Nancy. I thought she didn’t even like me.”

  “It’s not that she doesn’t like you, it’s just the way she is. She has a very dominant personality.”

  “I know that, so why does she hate me so?”

  “She actually likes you a lot. In fact, she has a lot of respect for you.”

  “Really? Wow, not sure I can handle that kind of respect.”

  “She’s just got a strong personality. And, with her being bisexual, she just tries to keep a lot of people at arms length. But, after I told her what we did with Jason, she just couldn’t get enough. She quizzed me until I told her everything. And then she suggested, for your benefit, that we have a threesome so you didn’t feel left out. And...”

  “And what?”

  “Well, things got a little out of hand a few days ago. We had too much wine, I sort of, well, sort of let things go too far.”

  “You slept with her.” It wasn’t a question; it was more of a way to get her to confirm for me my suspicion.

  “Yeah. Yeah I did.” She looked embarrassed. Sandra’s face went almost pale white having to tell me about it.

  “I mean, she said that if I wanted another threesome that I should probably give you one with another woman before asking for it again. I told her I had never even been with another woman, and I wasn’t sure how I would feel about another woman sleeping with you. I didn’t like that, at all.”

  “But you went along with it.”

  “You just got so excited. I loved seeing that look on your face.”

  “I understand that. That’s how I felt when you were with Jason.” I wiped my hand over my brow before resting my elbow on the table. Leaning into the palm of my hand, I sipped my coffee and listened intently.

  “And I figured the woman would have to be someone you didn’t like, so you wouldn’t want her more than me.”

  “That’s just stupid, Sandra. I could never want another woman like I want you.”

  “Well, I told her I had never been with a woman, and then it sort of just happened.”

  “Once?”

  Sandra looked out the window, almost wincing as the next few words slipped from her mouth. “Three times.”

  “I see. Must have been pretty good.” I knew I struck a nerve with her, but she was way too deep into this to turn back now. “So, just one question. You did the whole threesome with Nancy, why? Just so you could have another man again?”

  “I can’t explain it, Tom! I’m not sure what’s wrong with me.”

  “Oh, my dear, I can tell you that. There’s nothing wrong with you. You had some fun, you want to have some more, and that’s okay.”

  “But what about our marriage?”

  “What about it? You telling me that we cannot have fun and be married?”

  “It’s just so… bad. Isn’t it?”

  “Honey, it’s not bad if you and I enjoy it. It shouldn’t change our relationship. If it does, I like to think it makes it stronger.”

  “Stronger?”

  “Sure. Look, I loved watching you enjoy yourself with Jason. And the thought of you and Rick in the bathroom is, well, incredible. Can’t we just enjoy that?”

  “I guess. I did like the look on your face when you found out. Why don’t you tell me what you liked the best?”

  “Wow… that’s a lot. I loved watching you fuck another man. And of course I loved
watching you eat Nancy. But maybe most of all, I loved kissing you after you been with another man. I dunno, something about it is… enticing.”

  “You really liked that, huh?”

  “Yeah, I did. What about you?”

  “I loved sucking you while Jason was inside me. And I loved watching you stroke your cock. Kinda like I was performing for you.” She laughed, “I know it sounds stupid.”

  “Not at all.”

  “And I really like Nancy being forceful with you. I dunno, that was awesome.”

  I laughed. “Yeah, it was kind of a turn on. I can’t help but just picture her dressed in leather whipping someone. I bet she’s doing that to Rick right now!”

  Sandra laughed. “Well, she did say that he was going to be tied up all day.” We laughed very hard as I nearly spilled my coffee. “So you’re okay with meeting them for drinks next Saturday? Who knows, maybe we can try a foursome?”

  “Mark me down with at ‘Hell Yes!’”

  Chapter 12

  I thought that Sandra may have cooled on the idea of having a foursome. She’d been quiet all week about our upcoming get together with Nancy and Rick, but our bedroom antics had certainly heated up. Her outright assertiveness was astonishing, given the fact that her personality was so timid. Still, once the door closed she was more than willing to push the envelope of our comfort zone.

  For the most part, I was fine with just about anything that sparked her sexual interest. But she was becoming more and more verbally abusive during our intimate time. There was no denying that I found it a little more than smoking hot.

  We pulled up into the parking lot of the Blue Note bar just off highway 17. A quaint little hole in the wall that was more interested in the forty three different flavors of wings than the thought of cleanliness. Even the Health Department had its doubts about it, as the rating boasted a clear and visible C on the door. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything other than an A.

  Rick was already camped out at the end of the bar when we got there. He stood to offer Sandra the only open stool, and took a position on the other side of her.