by E. B. Wood
I wanted nothing more than to just walk away but a part of me was remembering the look of ecstasy on Bea’s face as Rob ploughed his cock into her and I knew that I desperately wanted to see that again. I reached forward and picked the card from Rob’s outstretched fingers expecting at any moment to hear some sarcastic comment. Instead Rob just nodded and winked, ‘Guess I’ll see you later…’
Bea was awake when I got back and, throwing on a bathrobe, she joined me in the sun out on our balcony. While I watched her eat I played with Rob’s card, turning it over in my hands until Bea asked, ‘What’s that?’
I handed it to her and while she read it I told her about my encounter with Rob and his friends. Her initial reaction was to say fuck him but to my surprise I found myself defending Rob and we talked about it for a while before I asked the question that had been at the front of my mind since the meeting. ‘Do you want to see him again?’
Bea didn’t hesitate. ‘Not if it’s going to make you uncomfortable.’
‘What if I was okay with it?’
‘Seriously? After what happened this morning?’
‘Yeah, I mean he was a bit of a dick at first but I honestly think he was just playing up to his mates. And he did apologize.’
‘I’m not sure...’
I reached over and took Bea’s hand. ‘I saw the way he made you feel. Tell me honestly, if I wasn’t in the question would you want to sleep with him again?’
‘Honestly?’
‘Yeah.’
Bea put her hand over mine and grinned wickedly. ‘Honestly, I would ride that black fucker through the bed.’
I grinned as well. ‘I bet you would. Do you want to call him?’
‘No.’
‘But I thought you said…’
‘I want you to call him…’
The phone felt like a bomb in my hand as I slowly dialled Rob’s number. Across from me Bea had put her feet up on the balcony rail, letting her robe fall open to expose her long shapely legs to the sun’s rays. She had her head back and her eyes closed like she wasn’t in the least interested in what I was about to do.
The phone rang for so long I thought for a moment Rob might have given me the wrong number and to my surprise felt a sharp pang of disappointment. I was just about to hang up when Rob answered, ‘Hello?’
‘Hi Rob, it’s Jason here,’ I hesitated. ‘The husband of the woman you fucked last night…’
A soft laugh. ‘Yeah man, I remember.’
‘I spoke to my wife about your offer.’
‘Uh-huh.’
‘And she’d like to see you again.’
‘Fuck him again,’ said Bea without opening her eyes.
‘Fuck you again,’ I amended feeling myself start to blush.
‘Sounds good. When?’
I covered the mouthpiece with my hand. ‘He wants to know when?’
Bea stretched and purred. ‘No time like the present.’
‘Really?’
‘Mmm-huh.’
I uncovered the phone. ‘Hi Rob…er, can you come over now?’
‘Sure, sounds like she really wants it.’
I looked over at Bea who was idly running her hands over her thighs. ‘Yeah,’ I admitted. ‘It really does.’
‘What about you?’
‘Huh?’
‘Do you want it?’
‘Um…sure.’
‘Tell me.’
‘Tell you what?’
‘Tell me you want me to come over and fuck your wife. I want to hear the words from your own mouth.’
‘What’s going on?’ asked Bea.
I covered the handset again. ‘He wants me to ask him to come over and fuck you.’
Bea grinned. ‘Sounds like the polite thing to do. Go on.’
‘Really?’
‘Yeah, I think I’d like to hear you ask as well.’
I took a deep breath and put my mouth back to the receiver. ‘Rob?’
‘Yeah?’
I swallowed. ‘I’d like you to come over here and fuck my wife.’
‘Please.’
‘Please.’
‘Happy to.’ The phone went dead.
I looked over at Bea. ‘That was fun!’ she said. ‘Now why don’t you clean up the room while I jump in the shower?’
Jason
For me there’s a special cuckold thrill in making a bed that I know my wife will soon be getting fucked in. There’s a kind of transition process to changing the bed, messy from Bea and I just sleeping in it, into something which is tidy and fresh for another man. The introduction of chastity into our lives has only made this transition more intense as our bed has become somewhere where I specifically don’t have sex. I sleep with my wife in our bed; fucking her in it is something other people do. I used to love tidying the room and making the bed for Steve and Bea, a task that was only ever enhanced by being able to see and smell the evidence of their fucking on our sheets.
As if the excitement of preparing the bed for Bea’s next tryst wasn’t enough for me I could clearly hear the shower running in the en-suite and could picture the warm water running down Bea’s naked form. I knew she’d also be thinking about what was about to happen and imagined that her pussy would already be dripping in anticipation. I desperately wanted to join her, to take the soap from her hand and run it over every part of her naked body, washing and cleaning her for her lover. There is nothing more exciting to me than to see my wife’s naked form and know that the pleasures it promises are only for another to enjoy.
I had the room finished and was about to see if Bea needed anything else when there was a knock at the door. I’d stripped naked while cleaning the room as my cock was pushing painfully against my trousers and I quickly pulled on a pair of loose shorts, the thin material doing little to hide the large bulge made by the swollen cock in my chastity cage. I opened the door and welcomed Rob in. He gave me a nod of acknowledgment and I saw his mouth curl in a slight smirk as he clocked the bulge between my legs. For a moment we stood in an uncomfortable silence and then the bathroom door opened and Bea emerged in a cloud of steam.
She was wrapped in a white bathrobe and still drying her hair with a towel. She smiled widely when she saw Rob and I felt a tear in my heart as she stepped straight past me and wrapped her arms around his neck. I stood there feeling like a complete third-wheel as the two of them kissed long and deep. Rob was running his hands over her arse and back, lifting her robe so he could caress her naked buttocks. I watched with my heart beating wildly as they broke their kiss and Rob reached down to undo the belt of Bea’s robe, pushing it open to expose her naked form to us both.
‘I like that,’ he said running his hands down Bea’s front and cupping her breasts.
‘Mmm,’ Bea moaned as he flicked her nipples. ‘And it likes you.’ She took Rob’s hand and moved it down between her legs. ‘See?’ she asked.
‘You’re so wet,’ Rob breathed softy.
Bea’s head rolled back and she groaned as Rob’s fingers slipped between her lips. ‘I want you to fuck me. Right here, right now.’
‘Don’t worry, I will.’ Rob promised. He nodded his head in my direction. ‘What about him?’
Bea glanced at me. ‘Oh don’t worry about him,’ she said dismissively. ‘He’s not important.’
I understand how most men wouldn’t tolerate being in my position. They’d either punch the guy or tell the woman to go to hell. I get it, I really do. But I’m not most men and I can’t deny the humiliated thrill that I felt in having my wife dismiss me so casually in front of another man who even at that moment had his fingers inside her. I’m a cuckold, I can’t change that even if I wanted to. I want my wife to fuck other men and I want her to put her enjoyment, and theirs, before mine. Therefore when Rob said to me ‘Why don’t you go wait out on the balcony?’ I went without protest. Sure I’d hoped to be able to watch Bea screw him but it was more important to me that they had their fun than I got mine.
I walked out to the ba
lcony and shut the door behind me. Bea had followed me and for a moment we started at each other through the glass. Her robe was still open and I drank in the sight of her body and the delightful knowledge that in a few moments she’d be sharing it all with Rob. Bea noticed the direction of my eyes and when I looked back at her eyes she gave me a mischievous smile and a wink before reaching up and pulling the curtains closed.
I sat on the chair and stared out over the blue waters of the Bahamas. It was a beautiful day and I could see people playing down on the beach and yachts sailing out amongst the waves. I watched the busy people made small by distance and wondered if any of them could see me and if so if they could guess in a million years that I was sitting out there while my wife entertained her black lover in the room behind me. It might sound strange but I wouldn’t have swapped places with any of them in a thousand years.
The glass behind me was tropical single-glazing and with my chair tipped back and my head resting on the sliding door I could hear what was happening in the room fairly clearly. Their voices were muffled and distorted so that I could tell when they were talking but not distinguish the individual words. However there was no mistaking the clear sound of Bea’s laughter and my heart twisted as I pictured her smiling and laughing in Rob’s arms. Soon her sounds of merriment were replaced by another sort of enjoyment and my cock twitched and jerked in sympathy as her moans and groans carried clearly to me through the thin glass. Soon her moans settled into a regular rhythm and I knew that Rob was pounding his fat cock into my wife once again.
I stood up and paced back and forth, trying to release some of the sexual energy coursing through me but in doing so I could no longer hear and so soon returned to my spot leaning back against the glass. From the sounds of it Rob was giving it to Bea hard and fast and I remembered how she had looked when he last fucked her like that. I was surprised Bea was able to take him like that again so soon as I knew she was still a bit sore from their first encounter. I knew she must be incredibly wet for Rob to take her like that and I shivered at the thought of how her pussy must be dripping and leaking for her lover. Soon her moans were joined by Rob’s deeper grunts and I knew he must be getting close. I realized that my own breathing was in sync with their groans and felt a moment of connection with my wife as the three of us breathed together.
Rob’s grunts grew louder and more rapid and I clearly heard Bea’s voice calling out to him to cum inside her. ‘Yes,’ I breathed. ‘Oh god yes, come inside her. Cum inside my wife.’ Rob’s voice rose to a roar and then subsided into a series of croaking grunts before fading out. I knew he’d just painted the insides of Bea’s cunt with his black seed and groaned at the thought of my wife welcoming his cum where mine was so seldom permitted.
For a while I could hear soft voices and the odd giggle from Bea and then nothing but silence for so long that I was startled when the door to the balcony was suddenly opened. Bea stepped out, dressed once again in a robe and with her hair a mess of tangles and twists. She slid the door back and for a while she stood by the balcony rail with her back to me looking over the view. Eventually I broke the silence. ‘That sounded good.’
Bea turned to face me. ‘So you could hear, huh? I wondered if you’d be able to.’
‘I heard him cumming in you,’ I paused. ‘I heard you begging him to…’
Bea came over and bent down so her face was close to mine. ‘And did you like that?’
I nodded. ‘You know I do.’
‘Yes, I know.’ Bea put her hand on my face and looked into my eyes for a long moment. ‘I like it too.’ She whispered. ‘I like men cumming in me and I like knowing that you wish it was you instead. You do want to cum in me, don’t you?’
I nodded again.
‘But you know my pussy’s only for other men, don’t you?’
I shivered as Bea stood back and opened the bottom of her robe so I could see her naked cunt. ‘I bet you want to taste it,’ she purred. In response to my groan she moved forward, hooking a leg over my shoulder and pulling my face between her legs. ‘Lick me,’ she commanded.
Her lips felt swollen and engorged and her pussy was a delicious combination of her own well-known scent and the strange taste of a new man. I could feel thick globs of sweetness mixed in with her juices and knew that I was eating my first load of black cum. I groaned as I lapped at my wife’s full pussy and Bea ground herself down hard on my face so I had no choice but to lick up every drop. A part of me was surprised at her behaviour as she’s usually not that keen on me cleaning her that way but I seized the opportunity to make it as good for her as possible. My efforts were soon rewarded as she began to buck against my mouth. I continued to suck and lick as her movements became more frantic and I redoubled my efforts in time with her moans.
Bea grabbed my head in both hands, forcing my face even deeper into her soaking cunt. ‘Oh god, that’s it. Make me cum!’
I concentrated on her swollen clit and was soon rewarded as Bea bucked and heaved before suddenly shuddering and filling my mouth with a flood of warm juices. I lapped and sucked down as much as possible as she convulsed above me. When Bea finished I licked her inner thighs, trying to ensure I got every drop of her precious fluids.
Bea swung her leg down and pulled her robe closed. She leaned forward and kissed me deeply, her tongue finding mine as we shared the flavour of her juices. Bea broke our kiss and stood back. She smiled at me. ‘You’re a good husband,’ she said before turning and going back inside, closing the door softly but firmly behind her.
For a long time I sat in silence reflecting on what had just happened, both between Bea and I and between her and Rob. I knew that just behind me my wife was resting in the embrace of another man. I knew that her limbs would be wrapped around him and her naked body pressed hard to his. Although I couldn’t see or hear them I was sure that they would be sharing soft kisses and caresses while they recovered. I love it when Bea allows another man to fuck her but even their most intense sex doesn’t create the same level of cuckold feelings within me that post-coital cuddling does. I can understand how when she being fucked it’s easy for Bea to lose herself in the moment, to give herself over totally to her new man and forget about me completely in the midst of her passion. Watching her like this makes me feel a mixture of pride in her sexuality and an inadequacy at my own. I love to see her fucked by another man so much better than I can fuck her but the most intense part of cuckolding for me is when the sex is over and Bea still isn’t mine again. She’s no longer ignoring me because she’s forgotten me in the heat of the moment; she’s ignoring me because, for at least that period straight after sex, she still belongs to her lover.
Bea likes to cuddle after sex and I never feel more excluded than witnessing the gentle hugs, kisses and caresses she enjoys with her lovers. These are so much more intimate than the simple mechanics of fucking and to have my wife share such moments with another man makes me squirm with a cuckold angst that is far more intense than anything I feel during the actual act. It’s like the difference between seeing Bea in the arms of her lover while he screws her and finding her asleep and wrapped in his arms in the morning. I know that other couples in cuckold relationships try to keep the contact between the wife and her lover on a sexual level and limit the emotional aspects. It makes perfect sense to try and prevent too great an emotional bond growing between the two lovers which may be detrimental to the future of the marriage. But for me the closeness and intimacy between Bea and her lovers is a fundamental need of my cuckold desires. Is there a risk there? Of course but it’s that risk that drives me. The danger of losing Bea is what makes me desire her more. When she’s with another man I want nothing more than to have her back with me. When she chooses to fuck someone else rather than me it makes me realise that she has options and control over her own life. The greater the pain I feel when she is truly intimate with another man the more I love her. And the more determined I am to show her how much I need her. Cuckolding simply makes me a better and mo
re attentive husband.
As I mused I became aware that I could once again hear the sounds of love-making starting to emerge from behind the glass. I tilted my chair back and listened intently so the sighs and moans that clearly demonstrated the fun my wife was having. There’s something incredibly arousing about being able to hear but not see Bea fucking. To hear the groans and slap of flesh on flesh and only be able to imagine what they are doing at that particular moment. Is she on top of him, riding his big cock or is she on her back, her legs spread wide in welcome while he ploughs her wet cunt? At times the sounds would fade and I could only wonder why, perhaps Bea was sucking his cock, running her lips and tongue over every inch of his stiffness in a way that she hadn’t done to me in ages? Maybe they were locked in a 69, Rob’s mouth licking and sucking at my wife’s pussy in the most intimate of ways. Sometimes I’d wonder if they had finished only to hear their voices raise in passion once again.
It wasn’t long before the glass began to ring with the unmistakeable sounds of Bea approaching an orgasm. Her regular moaning was replaced by wilder screams and demands for Rob to fuck her harder, faster, more. I rested my head against the glass enthralled at my wife’s obvious pleasure and silently willed Rob to greater efforts. It is such a satisfying feeling for me when another man makes Bea cum and I smiled to myself as I heard her grunts and yells as she was pushed over the edge. Not longer afterwards I could clearly hear Rob cumming as well and smiled to myself again knowing how much Bea would be loving having him cum inside her. My own cock was painfully erect but although I tried to wriggle the cage I knew that I wouldn’t be able to make myself cum that way again. I didn’t mind. I could still taste the combined juices of Bea and her lover in my mouth and it felt right to me that they should get to enjoy orgasms together while I was denied mine. Soon there was silence and I knew that they were once again locked in each other’s intimate embrace.
I must have dozed in my chair as the next thing I knew I was jerked awake by the sliding door opening again. I looked up expecting to see Bea again but instead it was Rob who emerged carrying a beer in each hand. He pushed the door closed quietly behind him saying ‘She’s asleep.’
