Trisha’s Treasure Box - Part 1: The Hunt Begins: A Cuckold Hotwife Novel (Cuckold, Hotwife, Cockold Erotica, Cuckold Stories)
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As Trisha recovered from her orgasmic upheaval and her heightened senses had calmed after a few moments, she looked ahead at Thomas still sitting behind the kitchen table. Her gaze shifted harply downward, underneath the counter, where she noticed, Thomas’ now unzipped with his cock in his hand. As he looked at her - his wife - spent and drenched in her own cum – sitting there on his friend’s lap, with her panties moved to the side, her naked gash open for him to use, he stroked his tool. His eyes were hazy with a strange look of satisfaction. Trisha now twisted around and gave Mark a deep kiss on his lips. As she did, she said,
“Love you for making me cum so hard, baby.”
She said it loud, so that Thomas could hear. She noticed Thomas’ stroking increase in speed as soon as she had uttered the words. She got off Mark’s lap and got on the sofa on all fours with her hands and legs on either side of Mark. In this position, she faced Thomas and her ass was almost in Mark’s face, who was still sitting as he had been. Trisha lowered herself down to rest on her elbows and her face came down to Mark’s crotch. She unzipped him and reached inside. Though she had held his girth many times before, she couldn’t help but smile to herself at its sheer size as her hands touched the warm skin. As she pulled out his huge shaft, she could immediately smell the sex on it. It turned her on again. She looked back once at him and gave a coy smile. Mark raised his eyebrows with a crooked smile on his face. Because of her reverse posture, her naked ass cheeks were right in front of him and he gave it a hard slap, sending ripples down the flesh of her big protruding rump. Turning back, Trisha eyed the huge meaty rod in her hands. It looked powerful, just like the rest of Mark’s body. She pulled back the foreskin to reveal the red tip. Then with her tongue she flicked Mark’s cock hole, using it to just work on his sensitive tip. Mark let out a guttural groan and threw his head back. His hands instinctively grabbed Trisha by the meat of her hips, clutching the fleshy curves tight. Trisha slowly lowered her lips on to the already moist head of Mark’s cock. As she did she looked up, locking her gaze with her husband’s.
Thomas stroked his cock hard as he took in the view in front of him. With Trisha looking straight at him she could see her lips encircle Mark’s deep red cock head. As if mocking him, she kissed the tip of it’s huge bulbous head. Thomas beat his rod harder. Trisha now took Marks’ cock fully into her mouth, not breaking her gaze from Thomas’. He understood that she wanted him to see her, while she sucked on another man’s cock. Not his. But his friend’s. His best friend’s. When all this had started a few years back Thomas’ didn’t know what to make of it. Did he enjoy the humiliation or did it hurt him? Did it delight him or did it pain him when he saw the lust in his wife’s eyes when other men clawed and played with her nude body? As their tryst with this taboo had progressed and as the barriers had fallen, Thomas didn’t know where the hurt had blurred into pleasure. All he knew now was he relished the quivering feeling crawling up from his toes, up through his legs as he jerked of to the sight of his wife suckling on Mark’s cock.
And she was at it now, vehemently thrusting her mouth up and down his glistening shaft, her lips traveling the length of his wet tool. Mark clutched the meat on his wife’s big ass with one hand, as she serviced him. He could only imagine what Mark was doing to her naked snatch as his other hand moved back and forth. He could hear his friend groaning with pleasure as his wife blew him. His body was not in his control anymore, as the epicenter of all his senses converged to the sensations that Trisha gave him with her mouth and tongue. In the frenzy of it all, her big tits had come out of her blouse and now moved with the motion as she sucked hard on his cock. Mark let out a huge cry of final exaltation and Thomas could see his friend’s copious thick load shoot into his wife’s open mouth. It disappeared into her throat as she licked the small drops of cum from his cock. The sight of all this was too much for him to bear , specially since Trisha had all the while been looking straight at him with her beautiful mischievous horny look, Mark’s wetness still visible on her mouth. Thomas surrendered himself to the unbearable feeling and shot his load. He felt his body go limp on the kitchen stool.
As Thomas, Trisha and Mark gathered round the living room sofa after their session of adultery, their discussion veered back to its original purpose. Trisha sat amongst them, with her blouse still hanging loosely from her shoulders, her tits still unabashedly visible to the two men. She felt suddenly rejuvenated, from the heightened blood flow resulting from the explosive orgasm she just had. The tiredness was gone. She asked,
“So, what about the Tithean monks?”
“As I said nobody has heard about them or their lost secrets since,” said Mark. He stressed on the words since.
“See amongst the many treasures held by the Tithean Monks was a certain object, which was considered more valuable then all the secrets put together. It was two gold dics, shaped about this big.”
Mark made a circular shape with his fingers about three inches in diameter.
“That’s the size of the outer disc; the inner disc is smaller. The rings are better known as the Dei Pi Rings. The smaller ring fits exactly into the larger ring and each ring has markings and engravings on it surface. The story goes, that if the rings were fitted into each other and aligned with the proper rotations, they supposedly revealed the location to a great unthinkable treasure. Some say it is the map to the treasure of the Pharaohs while some conjecture that it’s the massive amounts of looted gold collected by the Romans as they went about building their empire. Nobody really knows.”
Mark paused, letting what he had just said sink in. Thomas and Trisha were listening to the fascinating story intently. Mark’s gaze drifted towards Trisha’s open hanging breasts. He put his arm around Trisha’s shoulders and she snuggled in closer to him. He continued.
“Well the ingenious thing about the Dei Pi Rings was this. The two rings are said to have never been in the same hands together. And nobody knew the existence of both. Looking at the rings individually it’s impossible to guess that a counterpart exists. The larger of the two rings is known to have been in the possession of some very private and wealthy art collectors. The larger ring itself holds no real value without the other and because of this it has changed many hands over the recent years, having been sold and resold numerous times.”
He paused again.
“What I came to tell you today,” he kissed Trisha on the cheek, “Is that I know the location of both!”
Thomas and Trisha jumped up from their seats. It was this exact same manner in which Mark was able to entice them into his fantastical world.
“You know the location of both?” asked Thomas incredulously.
“Yes, I do.”
“Well, where are they?”
“The larger ring lies with a man in who lives here, right in this city. He is a private art collector. I do not know him personally, but my contacts have been able to open up a line of communication with him. He has agreed to sell it.”
Trisha sat up.
“He has agreed to sell it, to you?”
“To us,” corrected Mark, winking.
“And how did you get him to do that?” asked Thomas.
“Well let me tell you about our man, first. Luca Silvestri. Italian. Serious art collector. Made most of his money in the smuggling business. Specially buying and selling antiques. A crooked man, really by his reputation. Now, as for how I convinced him? Let’s call it my secret. The important question is - are you interested in the ring?”
Trisha looked at Thomas. The both knew the answer. But, even before they could answer, Mark piped in,
“Tomorrow, 4pm. I have fixed it.”
There was a moment of awkward silence, which Thomas broke.
“Ok, so that’s the large ring. What about the smaller one? You said you know where both the rings are.”
“I do,” said Mark.
“Well the where the fuck is it, Mark?” asked Trisha
Mark smiled at them both. Then reaching with hi
s hands in his trouser pocket, he pulled out a ring, around two inches in diameter and held it up in front of them between his thumb and index finger. The ring dazzled a bright orangish yellow. Around its edges were strange symbols and markings.
“The smaller Dei Pi ring,” said Mark, the glint of gold falling across his face.
Chapter 2
It was late in the afternoon when Trisha, Mark and Thomas glided up slowly along the tree-lined lane to stop in front of the huge iron gate. It was solid metal; very high and there was no way anyone walking along its premises could get a glimpse inside. Thomas rolled down his window, but there were no buttons or call bells anywhere near the gate. But momentarily the gate opened up on its own, telling them immediately that they were already under scrutiny. Thy drove up slightly uphill along a big circular pathway which finally lead to a huge house, more suited to be called a mansion. It was an, old double storied house, but pristinely maintained. The architectural style was turn of the 19th century and something that a connoisseur’s eyes would immediately appreciate the marvel of.
The structure was made of stone and a rich blanket of ivy covered the façade. A valet was waiting for them in the foyer and as they parked the car and got out, he abruptly took the keys and proceeded to take the car away to a parking bay located somewhere else in the premises. The trio found themselves standing in front of a massive front door which almost reached the roof of the foyer. It was a fitting front door to such a grand house, made of polished mahogany wood, embellished with intricate wrought iron designs and paneled with etched glass. As was with the front gate, there was no bell to be found. But they soon learnt they didn’t need one as the door opened and a man stepped out. He was in his mid forties and dressed in a suit. Without displaying any emotion, not even of a welcome, he said in stoic voice,
“Would you please step this way”.
They were certainly expected.
Once inside the house, they immediately understood they were in the midst of affluence and plentitude. The interiors of the house were breathtaking beautiful and the huge living room in front of them was one of the most marvelous they had seen. It was mix of wood and stone and the roof was double height. Exotic Persian carpets lay n the floor covering almost all off the floor revealing the polished oak flooring only in some places. The afternoon light streamed in through high windows placed intermittently along the stone walls. As they were led by the ‘butler’ towards centre of the room, their eyes fell on numerous artifacts that lay around. Strangely there was not a single piece of furniture in the vast space. Once reaching their designated spot, the man bowed slightly,
“Mr. Silvestri will be joining you soon. Please wait here.”
As the butler exited through one of the side doors, Trisha moved forward towards one of the walls. There were glass cases along it. She inspected what lay inside the one directly in front of her.
“Wow, there’s a real collection here, boys.”
As Mark and Thomas joined her, they looked in awe at the objects in front of them. Ancient Samoan woodwork dolls, Polynesian stone statues, old parchments from the Balkans, authentic and visibly dated papyrus scrolls from Egypt, jewelry belonging to the Edwardian era, there was no end.
The fantastic and unbelievable displays all around led them almost hypnotically along the showcases which lined the walls. Trisha knew that while she and Thomas had an enviable collection of ancient art, which would make any serious art collector gawk, what she saw here was of different stock and standard. She could never dream of possessing such treasures and being a history scholar she could easily understand the value of this unthinkable collection. There were things kept, which were definitely smuggled art, illegal to possess. She immediately understood that once seen, this could never be unseen. They all understood that immediately.
“Aah I see you have taken an interest to my collection. I hope you find it to your satisfaction?”
The smooth, deep silk like voice almost startled the three visitors out of their trance. They turned around abruptly in unison to see a man walking towards them from the other corner of the room. As he approached, Trisha could make out his figure; he was quite tall and his physique was lean. She guessed he would be in his early fifties. Though his hairline had receded slightly he kept his slick black hair combed stylishly in a back brush. His features were extremely sharp, especially his nose and his glossy tanned skin was a testament to his Italian lineage. On the left ear he wore a small sparkling diamond stud. Dressed in a dark pink silk shirt he kept the top buttons opened, revealing a dense mix of chest hair. His trousers were white and clung tightly to his hip but were flared in the bottom. He wore a gold watch. There was a polished yet sleazy air about him and Trisha couldn’t quite put her finger on which trait dominated the other. To her, she resembled something of a South American drug-lord. As he reached within distance of engagement, he raised his hand and shook Thomas’ and then Mark’s. Then turning to Trisha he took her hand, placing it gently in his and said with a smile,
“And you must be Trisha.”
Trisha nodded. Wonder how he knew. Mark must have…
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Silvestri.”
“Oh, call me Luca.”
“Well, Luca let me just introduce my colleagues, here,” said Trisha.
Luca Silvestri raised his hand, stopping Trisha to say anything further. Then pointing to Thomas and then to Mark he said,
“Thomas Spencer, your husband and Mark Doyle”, then making a circle with his forefinger, indicating their trio,
“Friends. Art Collectors. Scholars of the Ancient. Mrs. Trisha Spencer, Associate Professor of Ancient History, City University. Mr. Thomas Spencer, Professor of Archeology. Specialization in the Orients. Mr. Mark Doyle, Maverick, very popular amongst the underground art circles, treasure-hunter.”
He smiled at the raised eyebrows of the all three. With a deep chuckle he continued,
“You don’t expect me to not do my homework before I invite people into my home,” he pointed to the antiquities that lines the walls. “You can agree that not everyone can appreciate what you see here and I am sure you can imagine the trouble it takes to acquire such treasures. Sometimes one must use, how do you say...” here he paused for a moment, then continued, “the ‘crooked path” to acquire such beauties.” He had a smirk on his face. It quickly changed into a toothy grin.
“I know that I can trust you. Moreover, I am aware that the painting of Jacque Pierre Durrant in the Royal Art Gallery is a fake.”
Trisha almost choked. Silvestri had obviously alluded to the painting in their living room. A polite warning. Only the three of them – Mark, Thomas and her - knew the secret about the painting. They hadn’t told a soul. And now this man… How could he know about this? This guy was the real deal. Trisha was a woman who had her share of experiences. Collecting valuable objects of art was not an easy thing and sometimes one had to overstep the boundaries of the law. She knew that all too well herself. Information was the most powerful thing, and in their line of interest it came usually from dark, seedy places. Thomas, Mark and she had, throughout the years, as ‘partners in crime’, been subject to many exciting as well as dangerous situations. But something about the man standing in front of her told her that this time they were swimming in very deep waters. In same strange way, which even she couldn’t fathom, the sense of danger excited her.
Luca Silvestri smiled a broad smile. He took Trisha’s hand once again.
“Worry not! I have more to lose here than you. And let us talk of more pleasant things.” Leading Trisha by the hand, he gestured Thomas and Mark to follow as he walked with her toward the eastern corner of the room, where there was a staircase leading to the upper floor. As the group ascended the stone steps, Luca Silvestri continued, “You have come here to purchase the Dei Pi Ring, am I not correct? “
Mark spoke. “Yes, our common contact assured us that you were the man, who was its current owner - as a part of your collection. I did not believe h
im at first, but seeing what I saw today in the gallery downstairs, I am sure I was wrong.”
Luca Silvestri became suddenly serious.
“May I ask what you intend to do with the Ring. I hope you do not believe in the stupid myth about treasure which surrounds it? Do you, Mr. Doyle?” With that he gave a deep hollow laugh. Then suddenly becoming somber once more he said on a low voice,
“Or have you come across some new information about the Dei Pi Ring?”
Thomas replied this time. “Not at all. It’s a special interest of mine, in my area of study. It would be a great addition to my private collection.”