Reluctant Cuckold
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“We’d love to,” Ashley said, turning to me, like, “right?”
I wasn’t sure if she was serious or yes-manning him.
“Yeah, sure,” I said.
Ashley encouraged Jay to join her in getting into the pool and the three of us sipped our drinks in the shallow end.
“I like your tat,” Ashley told him, looking to me for comment.
It was a tattoo of an angry bald eagle with the inscription, ‘Live to ride, ride to live.’ ”
“Yeah, it’s nice,” I said, thinking what-the-fuck-ever.
“Harley Davidson,” Jay said, “You ride, Dave?”
“Motorcycles? No, I never have,” I replied.
“Never?” he said. “You should try it sometime. There’s nothing like it. Have you, Ashley?”
“Oh sure,” Ashley said, “I love ripping it up with a good pasta rocket.”
“Oh yeah, you like the Italian bikes, do you? I have a black Ducati in my garage.”
“I’m just kidding,” Ashley replied. “It was just a fun thing to say. I’ve been a passenger a few times but I was too scared to try it myself.”
“So you’ve ridden, but just as a passenger?”
“Yeah.”
“Cool. I’m sure you made a cute little fender bunny.”
Jay shot me a look—to note my reaction—then turned back to Ashley. I was still processing his comment.
“Thanks,” Ashley said, smiling, “but I was glad when it was time to take the helmet off.”
****
I was a bit self-conscious when we got out of the pool.
Ashley was sitting in her bikini, her big tits on parade, and Jay was shirtless in a nearby chair, looking tan and muscled.
The rest of the men put their shirts back on quickly, and their wives wore towels.
I’m typically not shy about going shirtless—I’m a thin guy—but at that moment, I felt pale and under-muscled. So I lay on the recliner, closed my eyes, and let the sun dry me off.
What the fuck, I thought, who is this character?
He’s inviting my wife to his fiftieth birthday party and telling her she’d make a “cute little fender bunny”? And she’s admiring how ripped he is? What’s next? Is she going to ask him to rub suntan lotion on her back?
If he knew about what Ashley had done with Jim Murta—how easily he’d taken Ashley—Jay would consider my wife a fuck-prospect. Maybe he already did.
Maybe he was getting a vibe. Perhaps he could sense that Ashley was capable of bold, risky cheating; after all, she’d done it once before.
Could she be attracted to this guy? This one-track Mr. blue-collar construction worker asshole? He was old enough to be her father. She might have complimented him just to be social and friendly. She might find the idea of a fifty-year-old guy scamming on her revolting. Or then again, she might be intrigued by his looks, confidence, and experience. I couldn’t get a read.
I put my sunglasses on and lay there thinking.
****
I pictured Ashley saying she was going inside to use the bathroom. A few minutes later Jay would casually make his way inside himself.
I pictured him waiting for Ashley by the bathroom door. She would know he wasn’t simply waiting to take a piss. His eyes would say exactly why he was there.
Ashley would give him a look, like, “Are you suggesting what I think you are?”
And that’s when Jay would strike, leading her back into the bathroom, passionately kissing my wife against the wall.
I suddenly popped a boner.
I told everyone I had to make a work phone call, and that I had to go inside for a few minutes.
I was in the upstairs bathroom, watching through the trees as Ashley and Jay talked by the pool below. If he thought there was an opening, Jay would no doubt take it. He wouldn’t care about this being his neighbors’ house or that he was hitting on his neighbors’ son’s wife.
He probably thinks I’m some elitist, privileged wimp who doesn’t deserve my wife.
I yanked off my swim trunks and sat on the sink. I began to imagine Jay and Ashley upstairs in the bathroom I was in now. I would be outside, vaguely wondering what was taking Ashley so long as I tried to entertain the guests by the pool below.
They would be making out against the bathroom wall.
“Do you feel what’s rubbing against you, Ashley?
“Yeah.”
“What’s rubbing up against you, Ashley?”
“Your cock is, Jay.”
“That’s right Ashley. It’s my cock. How does my cock feel up against you?”
“It feels big and hard.”
“What feels big and hard, Ashley?”
“Your cock, Jay.”
“You’ve been thinking about my cock, haven’t you, Ashley, since the moment I walked through the backyard gate today?”
“I have?” Ashley might say, ambivalently.
“Yes, you have, Ashley, we both know it. I’ve seen you staring at my crotch. I’ve seen you sneaking peeks when your husband wasn’t looking. You’ve been staring at my cock, Ashley, hoping it might poke out.”
“I have?”
“Yes, even your husband noticed your wandering eyes, but you didn’t care. Instead you flirted with me in front of him, jiggling your nice, big tits, trying to get my cock hard, like the cock tease that you are. Well you’ve teased my cock, Ashley, and now you’ve got it big and hard.”
“I know. I can feel it.”
“And now you’re curious about my cock. Admit to me you’re curious, Ashley.”
“I’m curious, Jay,” she’d say as he licked her neck.
“What are you curious about, Ashley?”
“But it’s my in-laws’ bathroom. My husband’s right outside.”
“We both know that’s not going to stop you, right, Ashley?”
“I don’t know, Jay.”
“Tell me what you’re curious about, Ashley.”
“I guess I’m wondering how big your cock is.”
“You want to know just how much bigger I am than your husband right?”
“Well, yeah.”
“And what it would feel like inside that tight, young pussy of yours. I bet you haven’t been properly fucked in a long time, isn’t that right, Ashley?”
“Kind of.”
“I can tell—your husband’s cock doesn’t satisfy you, right?”
“Um, I guess not so much.”
“Not so much what?”
“My husband doesn’t satisfy me, Jay.”
“I know, how could a wimp like him satisfy you? Your pussy’s craving a real man’s cock, the one that’s rubbing up against you, isn’t it, Ashley?”
“I guess, kind of.”
“No guess kind of’s, Ashley. I want you to say ‘Yes, I’ve been craving a real man’s cock.’ ”
“Yes Jay, I’ve been craving a real man’s cock.”
“I’m old enough to be your father. I want you to say ‘Yes, daddy, I’m craving daddy’s cock.’ ”
“This is so crazy, Jay—”
“Ashley, I’m feeling how wet that bikini bottom of yours is. You’re all horny for this. Now say what you want to see, baby.”
“Please show me your cock, daddy.”
“Oh yeah, that’s a good girl, now daddy wants you on your knees.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this. OK, is this good? I’m on knees for you, daddy.”
“You have a body that was made to be on its knees. I love looking down at your cleavage and you looking so innocently back up at me. You ready to see a nice big cock, girl?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“I’m ready to see your big cock, daddy.”
“Get your face up there real close as you pull my swimsuit down.”
“OK, I’m like an inch away now.”
“Yank them down, Ashley.”
“Oh my God, Jay.”
“Yeah, Ashley, my cock just slapped your face.”
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��It’s so freaking big.”
“You like big cocks, Ashley?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“I like big cocks, Jay, I mean daddy.”
“Well you’ve got a big fat hard one, right in front of you as you kneel for me in your in-laws’ upstairs bathroom. Stare at it. You want to be fucked by it, don’t you?”
“I can’t say the thought hasn’t crossed my mind.”
“Say it, Ashley.”
“What?”
“Look at my cock and say what you want from it.”
“This is so crazy, but I guess, Jay, I want to be fucked by it.”
“You will, baby, but I think you know what you’re gonna do first.”
“Suck it?”
“You ever suck a cock this big, Ashley?”
“No.”
“Well, let’s start off easy, stick out your tongue and give it a friendly kiss. See? It likes you,” I imagined him saying.
“I like it as well.”
“Then show me how much you like it. Open that pretty mouth of yours wide. Oh yeah, that’s it, lick my shaft. Now suck my balls, mmm yeah. Now start really taking it into your mouth.”
I imagined Jay looking out the window I had just looked out of, watching me.
“Now, no hands, Ashley, I want them wrapped around my ass. Oh yeah, that’s it, you can take more. Slobber on it, yes, feast on it, oh fuck yeah, you’ve got most of my cock in your mouth now girl. I bet if your husband knew I was up here getting a blowjob from his wife right now, he’d be too meek and timid to come up and stop it, even knowing I was about to fuck you. He’d do nothing. You know that’s about to happen, don’t you?”
“Mmm hmm,” she’d mumble as Jay’s cock pumped her mouth.
“Take my cock out of your mouth and tell me, Ashley. What do you want to happen now?”
“I want you to fuck me, Jay.”
“Let me help you up. That’s it, now off with that bikini bottom, before I rip it off.”
“Yes, Jay,” she’d say as she untied the straps and they fell to the floor.
“Beautifully trimmed pussy, baby. Now the top. Oh yeah, as big, firm and lush as I imagined. Beautiful nipples. Now turn around and open the window, Ashley.”
“Yes Jay.”
“Yeah lift that window all the way up, that’s good, now stick your head out—that’s it—do you see your husband?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s he doing?”
“Talking to the Seevers.”
Suddenly Ashley would feel Jay’s hand smacking her ass, going back and forth against each cheek.
“Oh God,” she would moan.
“Now hold onto these, Ashley, I want you holding them out the window. Your bikini bottom in your left hand and your top in your right—that’s it—now tell me you want to feel daddy’s cock—”
“I want to feel daddy’s cock, Jay—”
“Say, ‘Fuck me, daddy’ as you look out at your husband.”
“Fuck me, daddy.”
“It’s going inside, Ashley. You’re about to take a real man’s cock.”
“Oh my God, Jay.”
“Oh yeah Ashley, it’s tight, but I’m easing into it, trust daddy, you’re gonna take this whole fucking thing.”
“Oh my God.”
“Another inch, in it goes.”
“Oh my fucking God.”
“C’mon keep going girl, you can take it.”
“Holy fuck, Jay.”
“Oh fuck, yeah, it’s fucking in you now Ashley, you’re taking daddy’s big cock, I am full on fucking you now. That’s it, pump back on it, oh yeah, nice Ashley, grind back on it.”
“Oh my God, it’s so freaking big, Jay.”
“Trust me Ashley, this is the kind of real man’s cock that pussy of yours needs. You’re gonna crave it after this. It feels good, doesn’t it, Ashley?”
“It feels fucking great, Jay, I think I’m about to cum, oh my God, I am going to cum.”
“Keep looking at your husband. I want you looking at him as you cum.”
“Oh my God, oh fuck, Jay I’m cumming.”
“That’s it, you just came on my fucking cock. How did it feel, baby?”
“Wow, Jay, it felt freaking amazing!”
“Well, we’re not done yet. You’re gonna cum again, Ashley. Now you’re really going to get fucked.”
“Oh my God.”
“Arch your legs, tilt that ass up, oh yeah, how do you like it now, Ashley?”
“Oh my fucking God Jay.”
“Just keep staring at your husband. Imagine if he looked up and saw you now, his newlywed wife getting fucked bare by his parent’s blue collar neighbor in the house he grew up in—”
“Oh my God.”
“Do you love your husband, Ashley?”
“Yes.”
“Look at him and tell me you love him.”
“I love my … husband … I love … David.”
“I want to hear that again as I fuck you hard, Ashley.”
“I love my—oh God, Jay—my husband.”
“How about your in-laws? Do you love them, the Martens—”
“Yeah … I love them … oh God.”
“Say ‘I love my husband and my in-laws’ as you take my fat fucking cock.”
“I love my husband and … my in-laws.”
“Again.”
“Oh fuck, Jay, your cock … I’m going to cum again.”
“Say it, Ashley.”
“I love my … husband … and my … in-laws.”
“Keep staring at Dave and hold onto your bikini, girl. Don’t let it slip from your hands. It would be tough to explain to hubby why your bikini’s sitting in the grass below.”
“I’m … holding it … oh God … firmly.”
“You’re getting fucked in your in-laws’ home, in their upstairs bathroom, looking at their friends and son—and your own fucking husband. Now say it again … tell me you love them.”
“I … oh God … I love … I love … oh God.”
“Say it, Ashley.”
“I’m going to … cum again, Jay.”
“Let me hear you say it.”
“I love … my in-laws … and I … I love my husband.”
“You’re a slutty daughter-in-law, fucking another man in their house.”
“I’m a slutty … daughter-in-law … Oh God, I’m gonna cum.”
“They invited their blue collar neighbor over to use their pool, and an hour later, I’m using their son’s wife. I’m going to blow right up in your Ivy League pussy ... and then we’re going to walk back out together with my cum filling up in your bikini.”
“I’m cumming, Jay, oh my fucking God, oh God.”
“Here comes my sperm baby, I want you looking right at your husband as I blast inside you … hold on to that bikini … oh fuck, yeah, oh yeah, right up in you, you Ivy League slut!”
Suddenly I came incredibly hard.
****
I was in a daze.
“What the fuck,” I whispered to myself.
Then I felt wobbly and weak in the knees. I had tears in my eyes and a pit in my stomach.
I could rationalize that masturbating was the only way to lose the hard-on, but there was no way to rationalize thinking about blue-collar Jay pulling his own Jim Murta on my ass.
I looked back out the window. He was still talking up Ashley.
I had just masturbated thinking of this blue-collar a-hole brazenly taking my wife in my parent’s house—fucking her in the bathroom I’d just jerked off in—while he flirted with my wife, in her bikini, outside, unattended.
He was making moves on her in my parents’ backyard as I sat bare-assed on the sink with my boner in my hand.