Cuckolded By My Landlord: Hotwife & Submissive Husband First Time Cuckolding

by Tinto Selvaggio

  ‘Good Morning Nicholas,

  It was good to talk again yesterday.

  I can’t tell you how much I’ve enjoyed looking at the pictures of Kelsey you provided me with. You are indeed a very lucky man. She is a captivating young lady.

  I’m very much hoping you are happy to proceed with the next step in relation to your debt. Assuming this is the case, can you please ensure you arrive at my apartment no later than 1:00 pm today. I have an appointment with some prospective tenants at another of my properties later.

  In addition to the specific item I requested I would appreciate one or two more images to add to my collection of your wife. Ideally, something a little more revealing.

  Finally, I would just confirm that I have again spoken to Rochelle with regard to your tenders for her business and I would remain hopeful of a positive outcome.

  Kind Regards,

  Arthur.’

  I lose count of how many times I have to read and re-read this email trying to comprehend and take-in the content. My heart hammers wildly in my chest and my palms sweat. I feel like I’m going crazy. I can’t do this!

  But soon I’m back in our bedroom and an unsteady hand is picking out the panties Kelsey took off last night. My head spins as I look for her discarded bra, imagining the effect the sight of her huge cups will have on the old man upstairs - a virtual stranger to us both.

  Several times I become aware of the absurdity of what I’m doing, of how plain ‘wrong’ it has to be. But then I remember the numbers, the amounts of money concerned. One whole month's rent for a single pair of someone’s panties and those photographs! Surely it’s a no-brainer in our situation?

  Dazed I’m scrolling through the photographs on my PC. My fingers quite literally tremble over the mouse. There’s no way I’m letting him have nudes of my wife so I search for and find two of my favourites of my wife taken in our bedroom. In one she’s smiling sexily into the camera in a very short white baby doll night dress while she holds her hair up over her ears and gold hoop earrings. In another taken from behind, a black lace teddy shows off her wonderful round ass and sculpted legs. She looks too good to eat.

  I decide to print these off rather than risk giving Arthur more digital images which could obviously be shared around.

  An hour and a half later I’m tense with nerves at Arthur’s door. I’ve talked myself out of coming here at least three times over the last 90 minutes. Each was after finishing jerking off at the thought of what I was about to do. But here I am in any case.

  “Come in boy, do come in” Arthur stands with his shoulders back and a gleam in his eye. He motions for me to follow him to his living room. I’m invited to sit and he turns off his wall-mounted TV.

  “So Nicholas, what do you have for me?” He eyes the thick padded envelope in one of my hands. He’s on the leather sofa opposite mine and rubs his hands together as he watches me. I push the envelope across the glass coffee table which separates us. I sit on the edge of the seat with my pulse racing and mouth as dry as papyrus.

  “I’ll make us a nice drink in a moment but first..” One of his hands disappears into the envelope. I see his eyes widen and a lewd grin spreads across his face as his hand emerges with Kelsey’s black lace bra straps trailing over it.

  “You brought her bra for me as well.” His lips have parted. He holds up one of the straps so that her bra hangs swinging from his fingers. “Good heavens! What size bust is she?”

  “I think she’s a 36” but I’m not sure of the cup Arthur.” My voice croaks as I reply.

  “You ‘think?’ If I had a wife with a chest like she obviously has I would know precisely what her proportions were.” He snorts as his fingers tenderly stroke along the insides of each of the bra cups. “Find out for me. I want to know her exact size.”

  I feel like someone is standing on my chest.

  Arthur carefully lays my wife’s bra down on the arm of his chair and goes back to the envelope.

  “Oh my.” Slowly his fingers withdraw Kelsey’s tiny lace panties. “Look how delicate these are.” he says, almost to himself.

  It doesn’t seem real that the underwear this old man in front of me is examining and so very obviously enjoying, actually belongs to my wife. My cock stiffens in my pants so much that I fear Arthur might even notice it.

  “You’ll have to excuse an old man his peculiarities” he raises the underwear to his face and holds them over his nose and mouth like a handkerchief. His eyes never leave mine as he inhales loudly. Then he lets his eyes fall shut and he groans loudly.

  “Lovely scent.”

  My fingers claw at the arms of my chair and I turn my head, unable to watch him.

  “Tell me Nicholas,” he says eventually. “How does it feel to have another man share your wife’s most personal fragrance?” His eyes are blazing with excitement and I want this sofa to somehow open up and swallow me whole.

  “I’m not sure Arthur” I say, unable to meet his eyes.

  “Has Kelsey been with any other man since you married Nicholas?”

  “Of course not!” I almost shout, before I realize that feeling indignant about his question is almost laughable given this situation.

  “Mmm, then I alone have shared her very essence.” He raises her panties to his face once more.

  “Did you bring more pictures for me?” he asks and it’s all I can do to nod towards the envelope.

  “Fuck me!” he mumbles as he withdraws the photographs, shocking me with the kind of language I’ve never heard from him before.

  “What a body this one really has...”

  I try to adjust my rock-solid cock at the front of my pants and to my horror Arthur is staring between my legs. A smile curls around his lips.

  “Well, well Nicholas. I half-suspected as much.”

  “What do you mean?” I ask, crossing my legs and feigning confusion.

  “It takes a certain kind of husband to succumb to this sort of pressure, to reveal and share his wife this way with me Nicholas. Even with a financial predicament like yours. I mean, I don’t even remember asking for one of Kelsey’s bras – and yet you bring me one.” He holds the item up again and shakes it.

  “Not that I don’t appreciate it of course.”

  “Look, if you’ve got everything you want from me please just make sure I get them back.” I start to get up.

  “Sit down Nicholas. We haven’t finished here yet.”

  I freeze at the sudden firmness in his voice.

  “We both know I’m not the only one clearly getting excited by our little arrangement don’t we? “ He’s ginning at me, expecting me to answer.

  “How long have you had these cuckold fantasies?”

  “I don’t know what you mean Arthur.” My voice is unrecognisable as my own.

  “The time for games is over boy. You want this as much as I do.” He sneers at me and leans forward to slide the A4 image of my wife in her baby doll across the coffee table towards me.

  “Hold this up for me.”

  Kelsey smiles back at me from our bedroom drenching me with guilt.

  “Turn it so I can see her” he says flatly.

  “When you’re with her tonight Nicholas, examine every inch of her just the way I’m doing now. The tapering of her legs…” his voice is muffled and it’s only when I look back across at him that I see Kelsey’s panties are back over his face. His hand is moving over the front of his pants unbuttoning his flies. I can hardly believe what I’m seeing.

  “The round smoothness of her bare behind…even her long slender fingers,” He murmurs, “they look created for the sole purpose of holding cock” he adds and shock courses through me. How closely he must have studied her to have spotted what are indeed the shapeliest female hands and fingers I’ve ever known.

  “Look at what your wife does to me” he’s stopped inhaling Kelsey’s underwear and is actually tugging his stiffened cock from his pants.

  Tell me this is some sort of crazy dream. I’ve
never even seen another man’s erection in real life before.

  I can’t stop looking at what he’s has in his fist. The thought of what the landlord’s penis might be like never once crossed my mind. Why would it? But if I’d had to guess, I’d have expected an old guy like him to have some sort gray, shrivelled little dick. That is not what I’m looking at now.

  His fist can hardly reach right around the thick, veiny pillar which stands upright like some purple monolith, pointing menacingly towards his chest.

  “Hold her picture up for me Nicholas!” he barks at me in between inhalations and without stopping stroking himself. My arms shake uncontrollably as I stretch them out holding the image of my wife towards the landlord. I try to position the image so that the back of the paper obstructs my view of him.

  “Hold her still!” he shouts but my hands are shaking.

  “What does she like Nicholas” his breathing is heavy.

  “What do you mean Arthur?” my voice is startlingly high.

  “In bed, what does Kelsey like you to do to her?” I wince as I become aware of the slippery clicking rhythm coming from his cock. If I was feeling aroused before at the mind-fucking I was taking from this guy over my wife, this reality is too surreal for my brain to process. My own cock has wilted and shrivelled between my legs.

  “It depends Arthur,” I say, trying to sound calm.

  “Does she like it rough?” his voice is thick.

  “She likes me to hold her hands down sometimes yes.”

  “Mmm, she looks like she might enjoy that.”

  “She like to be slapped around? On that behind or those big breasts of hers?”

  “No Arthur.”

  “She was made for it.”

  “Anal?”

  “No Arthur.”

  “She’s wasted on you boy”

  “Does she suck to completion?”

  “Yes but she doesn’t let me come in her mouth.”

  “You really don’t have a clue do you Nicholas? That mouth of hers was made for sucking men off. Going down on other ladies too I shouldn’t wonder.” The lip-smacking sound of his own coming from between his legs accelerates to a frenzied pace.

  “She likes me to call her names sometimes.” I volunteer and instantly regret my treachery.

  “Like what? Slut? Whore?”

  I can only nod, shame flooding me like a disease.

  “Is she bi curious?” he opens his mouth and lips and teeth suck and lick along the length of Kesley’s gusset. I think I may throw up.

  “Well? Do you think she might fantasise about being used by other women?”

  I can’t speak. I manage to shrug my shoulders.

  “You need to find out for me. My friend Rochelle would appreciate her.”

  What the? But now he’s groaning deeply, exhaling with a deep throaty moan and his head and shoulders slump forward.

  My arms are aching and my face burning as I lower my wife’s image. It’s only then I see he has her bra wrapped tightly around his fading cock. Oh my God he must have come in it.

  “Oh my, I enjoyed that” he says still holding himself in my wife’s bra. I sit speechless in front of him. Pathetically I feel I should be saying something, anything which might be described as ‘defending her honour’ after it’s been so degraded. But I can find no words. I merely watch this man as he squeezes and wipes the remaining remnants of his come from his cock into Kelsey’s bra. He carefully folds the bra and stuffs it back into the padded envelope.

  “I might hold onto these for a little while Nicholas” he smiles at me and dangles my wife’s panties in front of me.

  “Just while matters progress.”

  Chapter Seven

  Did that last visit to Arthur’s apartment really happen?

  I sit in my makeshift office in front of my PC screen doing what I can to keep the landlord out of my head. Maybe somehow I just imagined the whole thing? My mind is all over the place. Plunging up and down between feeling sure I’ll never forgive myself and a ravenous sexual excitement about what I watched Mr Boseman do.

  Part of me feels like I’ve totally ‘betrayed’ (for want of a better word) my wife. But even as I threw her underwear into the shower tray to try to soak away the evidence I was engulfed by the eroticism. The ultimate evidence of another man’s sexual desire for my wife. Undeniable proof that even at his age, this man, our landlord, couldn’t contain a natural ‘hardwired’ urge to procreate with someone like Kelsey - if given the chance.

  Even holding that thought again now I’m aware it’s so perverse that few could ever appreciate it.

  I glance again at the screen front of me. My body tenses. A new email from Arthur. I feel sick. I don’t trust myself now as far as he’s concerned. I have to tell Kelsey. Not ‘everything’ of course, but she needs to know we have financial problems. There has to be some other way to get some more money fast and get out of debt to this disgusting old man.

  Kelsey and I are sat at the table having our evening meal that night by the time I’ve told her.

  “How can we be? We’ve got all that money from your redundancy and you’ve already done some work for one company haven’t you?” Kelsey puts down her knife and fork and looks at me across our dining table.

  “That company did a runner. We never saw any money from them. Kelsey, I’ve put everything I had into marketing this business but it’s taking a lot longer than I ever thought it would. The rent on this place and all the costs of running it are so much more expensive than the last apartment.”

  Kelsey’s eyebrows knit together as she listens to me.

  “The simple fact is that we’re spending too much, both of us. Acting like we still have two salaries coming in or that all the severance money is still there.”

  “Can’t we get another loan from the bank?” her shoulders have slumped and her eyes started to fill up.

  “I don’t think the bank would give us another. But I’m trying to get some sort of a night shift somewhere. That would work around being here for the business in the day.” I reach out and take her hands across the table.

  “Come on babe don’t be upset. Arthur thinks I’m in with every chance of a couple of contracts from a friend of his and I’ve had some enquiries for other little jobs as well in the last couple of days.”

  “You could ask your Dad for help. I know it might be difficult to go him but…“ Kelsey’s voice is quiet and she’s looking at her hands.

  “And have him and my brother say ‘Told you so’? No, this is something I have to sort out myself.”

  “Maybe I could get a job in the evenings? A bar or something?” she says.

  “We can hardly risk you being tired all day and your work suffering. The last thing we need now is you losing your job. You’d be better off modelling for him.” My voice is louder than I intend and the words about Arthur slip out of my mouth before I realise what I’m saying. My face colors. Kelsey moves back in her chair looks at me with her brow furrowed

  “What do you mean ‘modelling’? For who?” she’s staring at me.

  “Nothing. Forget I said it. It won’t come to that.”

  “Nick you can’t do that. What did you mean?”

  “Forget it Kelsey. Just something Arthur suggested when I went to him about the rent.” My head spins, weighing up how to phrase today’s proposal from the landlord in his email.

  “Mr Boseman?”

  “Obviously I’ve had to tell him about our finances - he’s been waiting for his rent. He’s tried to help me with one of business contacts and now he’s mentioned modelling too that’s all.”

  “Modelling? What modelling? What did he say” her brow is still furrowed and confusion spread across her delicate features.

  “He was probably just kidding you know? He told me he was a member of some kind of art club. Charcoal sketches, that kind of thing. He’s got books about it all over his place. He said if we were interested he might have a way to help us pay down our rental arrears.”
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  “Go on” Kelsey says slowly nodding her head.

  I recite extracts from Arthur’s latest email instructions.

  Kelsey doesn’t say a word.

  “He wants to draw me?”

  “A portrait to help him with his class studies. That’s all he said. Apparently he normally books professional models but he seems to think you have ‘beautiful bone structure’ as he put it. He seems to think you’d probably make be an ideal subject.”

  “Just a portrait?”

  “Head and shoulders I think.”

  “And he said I have a ‘beautiful bone structure’? Kelsey flutters her eye lashes theatrically and smiles at me.

  “It would probably be easier than you working a night shift” she laughs a little nervously.

  “Yeah but…”

  “How much would he reduce the debt by?” she asks.

  “I don’t know exactly. He didn’t say. I didn’t pursue it because I didn’t want to have to ask you. I didn’t think you’d be interested. In any case it’s for me to sort our money problems out. I got us into this mess.”

  “And he really said there’s another couple who want this place?” she twists her wedding and engagement rings around on her finger.

  “Yeah but he wasn’t threatening us or anything.”

  “Would you be there if I did model for Mr. Boseman?”

  “I guess so, yes. If you wanted me to of course.” My heart rate has picked up with what sounds like interest on her part.

  “I suppose it’s not like he asking if he can take some naughty pictures of me is it. She picks up her fork and pushes her pasta around the plate. “It’s ‘Art’ really isn’t it?”

  I shrug my shoulders and half nod my head.

  “As long as you were there with me. We would just be helping some old guy with his hobby while we get ourselves out of debt wouldn’t we? Do you think I should do it?” she looks at me briefly before moving a lock of hair behind an ear.

  “I don’t know. I would never try and force you to. I suppose maybe I could ask how much would be wiped off the debt?”