Cuckold Wife Watching - Nightclub: Older Woman Younger Guy, Public Humiliation Submissive MILF Wife Spanking & Cuckolding

by Tinto Selvaggio

  Cuckold Wife Watching: Nightclub

  Older Woman younger guy, public humiliation submissive MILF wife spanking & Cuckolding

  By Tinto Selvaggio

  Copyright 2016 by Tinto Selvaggio

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  This is work of fiction contains graphic sexual content and is for mature audiences only. It is intended only for those eighteen years of age or older. All sexually active characters portrayed in this ebook are consenting adults eighteen years of age or older. As a work of fiction, any similarities to any situations or persons living or dead are entirely coincidental.

  Description:

  All his married life Middle-aged Ben has dreamed of Cuckold Wife Watching. Could it finally be about to happen?

  For as long as he can remember, middle-aged Ben has dreamed of being cuckolded by his sexy wife. Over the years she’s become willing to share some of his fantasies with him when they’re in bed together. From time to time when they go out together and when he encourages her, she’ll even indulge him a little by flirting in front of him with younger guys.

  But none of this role-playing has ever gone any further and Ben longs for more.

  The trouble is, Ben’s wife has always seemed a traditional, conservative kind of sexy but older woman. She says she never comes in to contact with any hot younger guys in the small town where they both live and work. She says that even if she did; she would never do anything about it, in case their friends or neighbors found out.

  But now with his wife’s 40th birthday fast approaching and Ben getting desperate; he thinks he has a plan.

  He’s saved up enough money to take his wife to a plush hotel and nightclub out of town. He’s also recruited someone online who’ll try to seduce his wife during their trip away from home.

  But what he hasn’t planned for is his wife’s reaction to this other, younger guy and what she’ll do when she discovers her husband’s devious plan.

  How will Ben deal with finding out that the wife he thought he knew, has sexual depths he never even suspected?

  This 11,800 word+ short story ebook adventure, written from the husband’s point of view, contains very explicit descriptions of sexual action and other activity including an Older Woman younger guy, rough treatment, public humiliation and submissive MILF wife spanking & Cuckolding. Only mature adults who won’t find that offensive should read this.

  Chapter One

  I suppose some people might say that what I’m doing is a betrayal. Or that it’s just plain ‘wrong’. But I know my wife stands to benefit as much, if not more, from tonight than I do.

  I lie back on the bed in our hotel room and stretch my arms behind my head on the duck down pillows. Across the room, in front of the gold-framed, free-standing mirror my wife Karen adjusts one of the straps of her black suspender belt. The flesh of her thighs and curvy hips look so pale in comparison to the lingerie and the tops of her dark stockings. My heart pounds. Lingerie I bought for her because that’s what he wants her to wear.

  She steps into her black cocktail dress and pulls it up, wriggling her hips to get it over her round ass.

  “Can you zip it up for me Ben?” Karen straightens the plunging neckline around her large chest and then adjusts the thin straps on her bare shoulders.

  If I’m honest, I’d have preferred to have bought her something shorter; more slutty. But I didn’t want to run the risk of her refusing to wear it tonight.

  I stand behind her and we face the mirror. I move her chestnut colored hair off her bare shoulders and inhale the creamy vanilla and sandalwood of her perfume.

  At least the neckline of her dress is low-cut enough show off plenty of cleavage and it’s tight. It emphasises the arch of her back and shape of her ass. I move myself up against the soft, cushioned flesh of her behind and I inch the zipper of her dress up her back. No man could deny that Karen’s figure looks incredible in this dress. Especially for a woman who’s nearly 40. It’s bound to be more than enough to seriously whet any young guy’s appetite.

  My stomach shivers again with what may lie ahead tonight.

  Concentration is etched onto Karen’s face as she leans in to the mirror touching up her eyeliner around cinnamon brown eyes.

  I’ve tried every other way I can think of to make this happen. To get Karen the kind of sexual enjoyment a woman with her looks really deserves. I’ve encouraged her to go on nights out with her girlfriends. I’ve told her I’d understand if she felt she ever needed another man to truly satisfy her. Hell, I’ve even pointed guys out to her when we’ve been on a night out together. I’ve suggested she make eyes at them and assured her she could do whatever she wanted with them.

  But she’ll only ever laugh and shake her head at me. She says ‘size isn’t everything’, or that it’s ‘not important’ that she doesn’t orgasm when we have sex. She says she’s read that it’s the same for millions of women the world over. Especially when they’ve been together as long as we have.

  The trouble is; I’ve been obsessing for so long about Karen with another man, that now it’s just about the only thing that gives me the horn.

  Karen pouts in the mirror, twists the silver lipstick applicator and then slowly traces around her luscious lips.

  I mean she does say it might be nice if I could last a little longer in bed sometimes. Or if maybe I could be a bit more what she calls ‘forceful’ with her. But I could never treat her rough. She means too much to me.

  A couple of times after a glass of wine or two, she’s admitted she does occasionally fantasise about other guys. Younger guys. It’s always so hot to hear that.

  But she says she doesn’t know any ‘suitable’ ones in the town where we live. I guess she’s not likely to meet any either working in a ladies hairdressing salon. Even if she did; she says she could never do anything about it. Not in a small town like ours where everyone knows everyone else’s business.

  “How do I look?” Karen attaches her second earring and twirls in front of me in her dress and matching heels. “The dress doesn’t make me look fat does it?” her brow crinkles.

  “Don’t be ridiculous. You never look fat; you’re gorgeous.” I take her in my arms and my eyes slide to her pearl necklace and over her breasts.

  Is what I’m doing really so bad?

  I try to block out the nagging sense of guilt about the guy I’ve met online. The one I’ve set up to meet and try to seduce my wife later tonight. The young guy Leo, who at this moment is probably putting the finishing touches to whatever he’s going to wear to try and impress the ‘MILF’ (his words), that I’m married to.

  Karen knows nothing about him. But he seems like he could be exactly the kind of person to make my cuckolding a reality.

  I want to see my wife happy, sexually fulfilled. Surely it has to be better this way than to risk her someday cheating behind my back?

  Well, Leo should be her type. Tall, dark-haired, good-looking and 10 years younger than the both of us. He says he has a ‘way with the ladies’. He’s confident that with what I’ve told him about her, he’ll be able to seduce my wife. Confi
dence is big thing for Karen. She always says she finds that attractive in a man.

  Leo’s confidence isn’t the only ‘big thing’ he potentially has for my wife. Not judging by one of the images he’s shared with me. From what I saw there, he’s bigger than me in more than one department.

  My stomach tightens at the memory.

  He’s the reason I’ve brought Karen to this particular town for a special night away, two days before her 40th birthday. Well, him and the two free VIP guest passes for the big nightclub in town that one of my customers has given me.

  “You are going to flirt with any guys that approach you tonight aren’t you babe? You know what the thought of that does to me” I pull Karen more tightly in to my arms and nuzzle my nose in to her neck. My lips brush up against the creamy flesh of her throat and I inhale her freshly shampooed hair.

  “It is nearly your birthday after all.” I say, kissing her throat.

  “No-one’s going to seriously approach a married woman when she’s out with her husband are they?” Karen rolls her eyes and pushes at my chest with lacquered fingertips.

  “I might leave you alone for a spell or two in the club,” I whisper in to her ear and move my groin slowly up against hers.

  “I don’t want to be left alone all night in a place I’ve never been before,” she says, moving away from me and inspecting her own ass in the mirror.

  Maybe she has put on a few pounds over the years, but it’s in all the right places. No wonder Leo was so enthusiastic when he saw her picture.

  ‘Fuck me; beautiful face and what a body. I’d love to get inside her.’ he’d said at the sight of her in a bikini and my heart had been in my throat.

  “But that’s one of the reasons for coming all the way out here Karen,” my chest has tightened at the memory of Leo’s comments. “No-one knows us here. Which means you’re free to do exactly what you want. For one night only. So you’d better make the most of it,” I move myself up against her ass. I’m stiffening in my pants. The thought of how Leo might react when he sets eyes on my wife’s butt in this dress.

  “Really? That’s the reason you brought me out here?” Karen raises her eyebrows and tilts her head, “and there was me thinking it was because that property developer you did some work for had given you a couple of free VIP passes to one his nightclubs.” She laughs into the mirror.

  “OK; that as well,” I shrug. The truth is; I wanted to take Karen somewhere really special for her birthday. This is a real luxury hotel. By far the best I could find anywhere at a price we could afford. It also happens to be in a town close to where Leo lives.

  All we need now is for this young guy to be as good at seduction as he claims. That reminds me, he should have texted me by now.

  “How long does it take to get into town?” I glance through to the cab driver from the back seat next to Karen.

  “Shouldn’t be more than around ten minutes,” a plump hand moves upwards and thick fingers adjust his reversing mirror as he speaks.

  I think his eyes were on Karen’s chest when he was talking to me.

  “You really sure this dress doesn’t make me look fat?” Karen whispers into my ear, her hand resting on top of one of my thighs.

  “I told you before: you look beautiful. You always do.” I rest my hand on top of hers on my leg.

  The country music station crackles some bluegrass tune out of the speakers and my mind returns to the numerous conversations I’ve had with Leo about his approach tonight.

  Whether or not anything ultimately happens obviously depends on whether Karen finds him at all attractive. If she doesn’t; then no amount of encouragement from me once they’ve met will make any difference. In the end, it will all come down to chemistry. No matter how suitable for her he might seem to me.

  I force away another wave at guilt at having arranged this behind Karen’s back.

  Leo married very young but he’s divorced. His wife left him, which he says women usually find endearing. I’ve warned him that nothing more than a little flirting might happen and he seemed OK with that. ‘I’ll take my time if that’s what’s needed. Because she’s so hot’ he said.

  I guess I’d be happy if somehow he managed to persuade Karen to go outside with him and they just kissed or maybe even groped each other. The front of my pants is tightening at the thought.

  In my wildest fantasies of course, Leo would push a willing Karen down on all fours in some alleyway behind the club. She’d whine in ecstasy as he pounded her, bringing her off like she’d never known before.

  But I’m not naive enough to think any of that’s likely. I’ve been disappointed with my dreaming too many times before. Even if the very thought of Karen not being able to resist him has driven me crazy since I arranged tonight.

  Karen squeezes my thigh and smiles at me. Then her silver hoop earrings swing as she turns her head to the taxi window and night sky outside.

  I know it’s more realistic to hope that she might simply take Leo’s phone number when he offers it. Then, at the very least maybe once we’re back home over the next few nights I can coax her to call him. We could fantasise in bed together about him and who knows where that might eventually lead?

  I check my phone again. Shit, he really should have left me a message by now.

  With Karen still gazing out of her window I swipe my phone screen and silently tap out a message.

  ‘On way. All still OK your end?’

  My guilt is slowly seeping away and being replaced with a sense of inevitability. Leo doesn’t actually have the confidence to carry this off. He’s not coming.

  Chapter Two

  Outside the club there’s a small queue which we join as the cab pulls away.

  “Everyone looks a bit young don’t they?” Karen’s hand slides in to mine as we wait in line. I’ve been so preoccupied with whether Leo is going to show or not that I haven’t really been paying attention to the other people around us here.

  There are girls in tiny miniskirts and heels, chewing gum and playing with their bleached blonde hair. Groups of loud young guys in pressed shirts and chinos checking the girls or their phones. We don’t exactly look like we could be their parents, but I guess I can understand why Karen might feel a little uncomfortable. I need her to relax.

  “They’re not all juveniles,” I nod further up the line to two gray-haired guys in floral Hawaiian shirts. “How about a sugar daddy?” I whisper into her ear. Karen laughs and pinches my arm.

  I check my phone again. 10:05. Leo swore he’d leave me a message by 9:30 latest to say where he was. Either something’s happened to him, or he really doesn’t have the balls to go through with this after all.

  “VIPs!” a tall guy in a gold-colored shirt barges in to my shoulder. Without apology or pause, he and two grinning male companions swagger past us to the head of the queue. They look like they’re in their twenties. They each wave something in front of the shaven-headed doorman. He unfastens the purple rope barrier in front of the club entrance and waves them inside.

  What a bunch of arrogant pricks.

  “Hang on; we can do that too Karen,” I fumble in the pocket of my sports jacket for the two passes I was given for tonight. “Come on,” I grab her by the arm, “I didn’t realize these passes would let us jump the queue.”

  “VIP,” I hold the twin passes up to one of the doormen. His palm rises in my face.

  “Sorry Sir, those are VIP Guest passes not memberships. They only apply inside the club. I’m afraid you’ll need to stand in line with everyone else.” He turns his attention to a guy being ejected from the club by one of his colleagues.

  My face is flushing as we walk back down the queue. We’re going to have to join the back of the line.

  “It doesn’t matter,” Karen squeezes my arm once we’re back in the queue, “Why don’t we just go somewhere else instead?”

  She’s probably right. This Leo guy is obviously not going to show. Maybe we should move on before the whole night becom
es a disaster.

  The vibration of my phone in my back pocket startles me. Text. I slip the phone out and move back away from Karen to check the message.

  “Sorry held up. Only just got signal and ur message. Inside club now. L.” My stomach tightens. I slip the phone back inside my pocket.

  “Let’s at least give this place a go now we’re here shall we?” I say.

  Once finally inside, whatever look the owners have tried to give the club with its chrome, red walls and velvet seating; it’s obvious that the place itself was once a theatre. What must have been a stage is now part of a huge raised dance floor.

  There seem to be at least three bars on this floor. There’s a plush, carpeted staircase up to a second level with a balcony that must overlook both the dance floor and part of this ground floor level.

  It’s still fairly quiet inside, but I’m scanning every face I see in case it’s him.

  “That must be the VIP area,” I yell at Karen above the pounding bass. I nod up the stairs. The top floor is cordoned-off half-way up by another purple rope barrier and a couple of burly, dinner-suited security guys.

  My stomach is clenching. I can’t help wondering whether we’re being watched as I order a JD and Cola for us both. Maybe he already has his eyes on Karen’s ass in that dress.

  I know he doesn’t have a pass for upstairs, but that balcony up there looks like it would be the best place to get a view of the whole club. I might be able to spot Leo from there. Then I could work out where to stand or sit with Karen to give him the best opportunity to approach her.

  Karen smiles at me and it hits me again. What the hell am I doing?

  Our passes are good inside the club. On the top floor in the VIP room there are deep, curved-backed leather sofas and armchairs. The sound system seems a little quieter up here. Buckets and bottles of champagne sit on illuminated tables and what few people there are, look older than downstairs. All except those three guys who pushed past the line outside earlier. They’re on a sofa as first Karen, then I pass the back of it. The guy in the gold shirt lowers his champagne flute and his fingers move through his sandy hair, his eyes following Karen’s ass.