Wife Tries Flashing and More (First Cuckolding Book 10)

by Matt Coolomon

  “Hmm – like to be dating one hot guy and getting screwed at home by an old neighbour?” Hana leans in to kiss her husband. “Is that what you imagine?”

  “Yes, that’s what I imagine,” Robert answers. “I’m pretty sure I’m okay with it now.”

  “Me too,” Hana tells him. “I can’t wait to get with another guy now…. I’m going to have a quick shower and take this book back to Vince.”

  “Alright. I’m going to mow the back lawn. Don’t come and see me okay, sweetheart? Just get ready and go – no looking back – no second thoughts, okay?”

  5

  Robert leaves his wife there on their bed and doesn’t look back himself. He goes outside and starts the mower. The noise melding with the thumping of his heart to fill his head. He just mows robotically and soon sees Hana’s car drive up the street. She has a phone of course, so he can still stop this. He keeps mowing then starts on the edges with his brush cutter – even louder than the mower.

  Almost an hour passes. He goes into the kitchen and gets a drink. Robert considers the drive to the guy’s house would have taken no more than five minutes. Of course, if Hana wasn’t asked in or if there was no one home, she would have gone to the shop anyway, so she wouldn’t be back yet either way.

  Robert strips off and takes a shower. Thinking about Hana being fucked makes his skin tingle, his chest tight and his cock hard. He squeezes but doesn’t stroke it. He finishes in the shower and gets dressed to go for a drive later. He then makes the move to the spare bedroom, leaving his clothing in the wardrobe but taking what he needs for daily use and work.

  By the time two hours have passed, Robert is sitting on the front step watching the street for Hana’s car. The shop would only take this long. She will be back any minute if she’s not with the guy.

  Another slow, excruciating hour passes. It’s getting late with the sun setting. Robert decides to go for the drive. He gets in the car and within a few minutes is turning onto the street Hana’s friend lives. He drives along slowly, his heart thumping and his chest tightening as the back of Hana’s car comes into view, parked in the guy’s driveway.

  Robert doesn’t stop, just driving past and looking at the house, knowing for certain that his wife’s in there with another man. He turns into a parking lot and stops. He can still see the back of Hana’s car. He turns off his engine and settles to wait and watch for her to come out.

  The sun sets fully. Robert is continually checking his watch, another hour passing. He decides to drive by again and sees a dim light from what he imagines would be a bedroom. The section of the house either side of the front door is in darkness. He imagines that’s the living area. He pulls up across the street and along a bit, still with a view of the front of the house. He waits there a long while before another light comes on. A few minutes later that light is extinguished, though.

  It’s a little after eight when Robert drives home. He’s too anxious to eat but forces down a sandwich. He then sits in the lounge room with the television on but he’s constantly checking out the curtain. He waits and watches for several more hours, still with no sign of Hana’s car.

  It’s almost midnight when Robert does the drive again. He crawls along the silent streets and pulls up across from the guy’s house again. Hana’s car is still there but the house is in total darkness. There can be only two possibilities, Robert realizes – either they’re out somewhere or sleeping together.

  Still clinging to hope that they’re not even there, Robert waits another hour. A light then comes on and the silhouette of a man passes a window near the front door. The figure returns after a moment and a light comes on at the end of the house. This must be the bedroom, Robert decides. He watches intently but there is no noticeable movement beyond the closed blinds. The light then extinguishes and the house is in darkness again.

  Robert starts his car and slowly rolls past the house and turns to drive back past again and on towards home. He feels numb. In spite of it being his idea, the thought of Hana with the other man is intense and unsettling. He goes to bed but lies awake staring at the ceiling and listening for Hana’s car. He sees the display on his clock tick past 4:00 before he loses consciousness at all.

  The sound of a car pulling up outside wakes him. It’s 5:30. He sits up and peeps out the window to see Hana disappear under the front awning. The door then opens and Robert sits listening to his wife sneak up the stairs. He’s still sitting when her head pokes around the open door of his room.

  “Hey….” she says sweetly. “You’re awake….”

  “Yeah – I didn’t sleep much.” Robert’s throat is dry, his voice hoarse.

  Hana comes in and approaches, wringing her hands in front. “Well, it’s done,” she says.

  “It’s done…?” Robert echoes stupidly.

  “Uh huh…. He had sex with me…. He was all over me as soon as I got there, so I didn’t need to explain or anything.”

  Robert claims a hand. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine. He wasn’t rough or anything. He’s really huge but he gave me time to get used to it.” She fiddles with the hem of her little white tube dress, stretching it down a bit. “I need to have a shower. He had me quite a lot. He came inside me three times.”

  “Oh really? Unprotected?”

  “Uh huh…. He wanted to without a condom and I let him.” Hana releases Robert’s hand and rakes back her hair. Robert looks at her thighs – at the hem of her dress inching up. “It’s amazing how deep he was when he was unloading, though. I’ve definitely never had a man cum in me that deep before.”

  “But was it safe, sweetheart? How would you know?”

  “Well, he wouldn’t normally go unprotected for his own safety. He said he wanted to because I’m married and we’re not sleeping around…. He was excited to have a chance to be natural. And I really wanted to let him. Plus I should be fine at the moment as far as falling pregnant goes. I should be safe with that until next month.”

  “Oh shit. Are you sure, sweetheart?”

  “Uh oh,” Hana says with a giggle and squirms her thighs together. “His cum’s running down my leg…. He just had me again before I left.”

  “It’s leaking out of you?” Robert asks, dumbfounded.

  “Yes – gravity,” his wife tells him. “Plus he left me stretched open and he has these massive balls. He left me dripping each time.”

  “But where are your panties?”

  “I couldn’t find them. He took them off me in the lounge room, and after that I was in his bed the whole time.”

  “Oh….”

  “Would you like to do anything before I go and clean up, Robert? Would you like to touch me or have me?” She leans close and touches Robert’s shoulder, lifting the front of her dress with her other hand. “Would you like to go down on me while I’m still wet from him like this?”

  Robert can see a trickle of semen down Hana’s inner thigh as far as her knee. He peers up from it to meet her eyes. “I don’t think I want to go that far, sweetheart. I don’t really want to taste it.”

  She nods a little. “Okay – I just thought I’d ask. I wasn’t sure….” She looks down at herself and wipes her leg, collecting a thick glob with her fingers. She then sucks them and swallows softly. “Mmm – that’s definitely from him. That’s straight semen,” she says, wiping again and licking some more from her fingers.

  Robert touches her pussy, feeling it smoothly shaven. She keeps her dress hiked up and watches him. “What else happened, sweetheart? Was it just straight sex?”

  “He licked me out first. He liked that I was shaved and did that for a while with my legs spread really wide while he forced his tongue in me. He made me cum doing that and using his fingers. Then he was playing with my face, with his cock – slapping me and making me suck on the huge head. And he made me kiss and suck his balls, telling me how full they were getting and talking about fucking me naturally – asking if I’d be safe from falling pregnant to him…. Then when I s
aid it would be fine, he fucked me…. And that was still in the lounge room, but then he took me to bed and was just kissing and cuddling me – which was really nice.”

  “So, he kissed you a lot?” Robert croaks, peering up and still rubbing Hana’s slit, his fingers cutting into her wetness. She nods, biting her lip, and he inserts two fingers up her.

  “Mmm – that’s nice,” she moans. “Can you feel how wet I am?”

  “Yeah – wet and hot too.”

  “Uh huh…. Thanks to Vince’s big balls,” she says with a giggle. “He had me again in the middle of the night and then just before I left. But he gave me lots more kisses after each time.”

  Robert extracts his fingers, and his wife claims his hand and sucks and licks them clean. “Mmm – that’s a mixture of him and me,” she says, leaning close. “Are you sure you don’t want to kiss me at least? I can feel his scent all over my skin – all over my neck and my breasts. He kept me nude all night, often just looking at me and stroking softly, playing with my nipples….”

  “Yeah, I can smell him on you,” Robert tells his wife. “You feel so sticky.”

  “Mmm – I might not actually have a shower yet. I might stay like this for a while, but I need to get some sleep.”

  “Me too. I only just closed my eyes.”

  Hana kisses Robert’s lips. Hers are sticky and taste like semen. Robert closes his eyes and opens to caress her tongue with his. She moans softly and he deepens the kiss. “Mmm – that’s how he was kissing me all through the night,” she says into his mouth. “I want to swallow a full load of his cum next time. I bet he’d like that. Then he could slow fuck me to get off again. He was so nice from behind in bed – feeling my breasts and spearing so deep inside of me down there.”

  Robert forces fingers up his wife again and bangs her until she cums on his hand. He then pulls her head into his lap, and she takes him in her mouth, gagging a little as he shoots his load down her throat.

  6

  Hana wakes just after midday. She’s nude in bed, all sticky and sweaty, her mouth dry and yucky. The house is in silence but Robert would be at work, she reasons. She feels relaxed and well rested, not sore at all. Vince had been almost too big for her but had taken her gently each time until she had gotten used to his size. She can still sort of feel him inside of her – just the tingling memory of unusually deep penetration.

  She turns on the shower and soaks for half an hour, washing her hair and cleaning her naughty body. She’s curious about how her husband will be when he gets home later – in the light of day. The idea that she has had another man between her legs for the first time since well before her wedding is still thrilling her.

  “I can’t believe I did that,” she tells her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Up until just the other day she had been resigned to the notion that she was to be with only her husband for the rest of her life. It hadn’t even registered as a serious question or consideration. It was just the way it was.

  Hana dresses in her new red satin chemise. She remains bare beneath it, enjoying the feel of being shaved down below – fully exposed to the breeze. The garment is long enough to cover her. The satin feels nice against her nipples, her deep cleavage feeling sexy too. This is how she intends to dress while at home, she decides right then.

  Hana opens the blinds and curtains across the back living area of her house. That exposes her kitchen and dining area to the back yard and allows her to see into Mr Watson’s back deck. His house is raised, giving him a full view into Hana’s home with it all open. She also has a back deck and an in-ground swimming pool. The neighbours either side are unable to see over the fencing. Mr Watson is a divorced man who lives alone. Hana has only ever seen a few different mature men visiting him, never any young families.

  While Hana is having her breakfast, Mr Watson comes outside and sits with a newspaper. It feels strange that he’s able to see her inside her house. He keeps glancing. She puts on a load of washing then dares herself to go outside in her chemise. She opens the large glass doors to her living room and walks out onto the deck, quickly grabbing the hose and starting to wash away a build-up of leaves.

  “Good day there, Hana!” Mr Watson calls over.

  “Hi, Mr Watson. How are you today?”

  “Fine, love. How was your weekend over the coast?”

  “It was wonderful,” Hana says, feeling his eyes as she bends over to shift a deck chair. She brushes off the cushioned seat, her breasts wobbling, her tiny shoulder strap slipping a little. She’s blushing fully as she checks and can see her nipple. The satin is gaping enough to reveal her. She continues brushing the next chair and glances to see the old neighbour watching. He says nothing more until she stands and fixes her shoulder strap.

  “You know, love, I’d be happy to help out now that our pool service has closed down. I’ve plenty of time on my hands these days. I’m going to be looking after the Robertson’s and Marge Wheaton’s pools as well as mine. I’d be happy to do yours as well.”

  “Oh really? We were going to look for a new service…. We’d be able to pay.”

  “Sure. Of course. The small income will be useful for me, which is why I wanted to do this. I’m hoping to get a few more customers too.”

  Hana rakes her hair back while the man looks at her body. “In that case the job’s yours, Mr Watson. I’ll leave it for my husband to sort out the money side of it.” She feels how bare her thighs are, the hem of her chemise almost exposing her.

  “That’ll be fine. I’ll talk to Robert,” the older man says. “Looks like you need a vacuum right away. I could fix that up shortly if you like?”

  “Okay,” Hana agrees, smiling through her blush. “It will be nice having you take care of our pool, instead of that grumpy old guy. I’m not surprised he quit. He never seemed happy.”

  Mr Watson chuckles. “Well, I can guarantee service with a smile, love.”

  “Oh really?” Hana returns with a giggle. “Service with a smile, huh? Are you being bad?”

  He winks. “Little bit….”

  “Hmm – well, as long as you admit it, bad isn’t so bad. There’s nothing wrong with naughty and fun.”

  “I agree,” the older man says, smiling. “And that’s a naughty yet very pretty dress, by the way. Looks great on you, love.”

  Hana’s blush rises. “Thank you. I’m glad you like it…. It’s only supposed to be for inside but you’re the only one who can see.”

  “Yes – that’s a good spot. It’s quite secluded. My pool’s open to the view of anyone passing.”

  “Yeah, I like that next door can’t see in here, and that there’s only yourself there – no young kids or anything…. Robert and I actually got some new ideas this weekend while we were away.”

  “Oh yeah? What kind of new ideas, love?”

  Hana wrings her hands in front. “Um – can I confide in you?”

  “Of course. Between you and me…. I don’t gossip.”

  “Well – sexy ideas, I guess…. To spice up our marriage a bit.”

  “Excellent! Should have done that myself years ago and maybe I wouldn’t be up here all alone.”

  “Yeah, that’s what we thought. To try for a bit of excitement.” Hana stops there, not wanting to give too much away. She feels comfortable enough so far.

  “Like with your new little outfit there?” the old neighbour asks mildly.

  Hana looks down at herself then back up. “Uh huh…. Do you really like it?”

  “Oh I do, love. Very much.”

  Hana’s blush rises again. She bites a smile. “I’m glad you do…. It feels quite revealing.” She plucks at her shoulder strings. Her nipples are firm, the open air against her shaved pussy.

  “It’s nice how revealing it is,” Mr Watson says, again mildly.

  “Hmm – well I have a few other new outfits to try out, so I hope you’ll like them as well.” Hana rolls the hose away then pushes the deck chairs back into place. She remains facing Mr Watson and bends
to straighten a cushion.

  “Yes – very nice, love,” the older man comments.

  Hana is tying the cushion down. She checks her exposed breasts and peers up from them, smiling through her blush. Mr Watson just looks at them. Hana finishes with the cushion string and stands, tugging her shoulder straps back into place and meeting the gaze of the older man. She feels removed from her own mind – from reality. “You can enjoy watching me if you like…. I hope you will because I’m going to keep my blinds open.”

  “I’ll definitely be watching, love. You can count on it.”

  Hana smiles. “Good.” She turns and leaves the guy with a glance over her shoulder.

  7

  After clearing away breakfast, Hana goes upstairs and picks out panties and a top and shorts to wear to the mall. She needs to shop for groceries. She steps into her panties and removes the chemise. She then keeps an arm across her breasts and flings open the curtain of the window facing the back of the house. Mr Watson is still there reading his paper. He looks up. Hana opens the window, still with her arm in place.

  “I might come over and do that vacuuming in a minute, love. I’ll check your chemicals too.”

  “Okay. I’m going to the shop but the gate’s not locked.”

  Hana moves away from the window and finishes dressing then hurries to the mall. She sees Vince’s car is at his house, her heart racing as she passes by. Half an hour later she’s returning home and sees the car has gone but down the street she pulls up at a traffic light two car lengths behind. She watches Vince drive off around that corner and turns the other way, her heart thumping again.

  Mr Watson is still working on the pool when she gets home. She waves from her kitchen and he smiles and waves back. She quickly puts away her groceries then goes up to her room. She takes off her shorts and removes her bra, pulling her tee-shirt back on. She checks in the mirror to see the crotch of her panties is visible. They’re white mesh and almost transparent. Her pussy is easily viewed through them.