Take Your Medicine, Honey

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    Take Your Medicine, Honey

    by Micky D


    A faithful husband working abroad for six months suffers a cruel
    injury. On his return home, he learns that a combination of his debility
    and the resultant medication will prevent him from sexually satisfying
    his equally faithful wife for several months. His inability to perform
    soon fuels his long-standing fantasies about his wife not being so
    faithful. His frustrated wife slowly fulfills his wildest fantasies
    whilst gratifying her own needful cravings. On his recovery he discovers
    a small problem, and his wife suggests an unusual solution that may
    extend his fantasies further than he ever expected...



    *Chapter 1*


    I have always hated hospitals. Loathed them, in fact; the clinical
    aromas, the sterile feel, the gloomy atmosphere, the poker-faced staff.
    I would have given anything to be miles away from the damned place.

    As of this moment, however, I had little choice in the matter. I was
    ensconced in one of the consulting rooms in the labyrinthine hospital
    complex, lying on an examination table with my genitals exposed like a
    horizontal flasher. The pale blue hospital gown that I wore - those
    hideous goddamned things that expose your ass to all and sundry - was
    bunched around my waist like a hula skirt.

    I looked down at the semi-bald pate of the specialist bending over to
    examine me and I stifled a soft curse. What was his name again? Rogers.
    That was it. Dr. Rogers. No - Mister Rogers, I reminded myself.
    Specialists didn't like being referred to as Doctor.

    I felt my pulse quicken. Fucking quacks; I'd had enough of them in the
    last six days. I was not in a good mood.

    Mr. Rogers gently lowered my penis and nodded sagely at my crotch, as if
    my cock had just uttered some nugget of medical wisdom that only he was
    privy to.

    "Whoever did the operation in Vietnam did excellent work," he said. "The
    stitching is very good indeed. Really top-class."

    An irrational flush of annoyance furrowed my brow as I realised that he
    was addressing his remarks to my cock, and not to my face; I suddenly
    knew how women felt when they complained about how some men talked to
    their breasts.

    "I think the surgeon's name was Dr. Sew Mai Kok - something like that."
    I replied dryly.

    He either missed or ignored the sarcasm in my voice. "Well, it really is
    excellent work," he assured me again, as if I should likewise be
    impressed. He straightened and removed his latex gloves, and grandly
    gestured to a vinyl chair in front of his desk in a manner that
    suggested he had conjured the chair into existence. I assumed that he
    wanted me to sit in it. I lowered myself gingerly from the examination
    table, rearranged the irritating hospital gown, and grumpily seated
    myself in the proffered chair.

    Mr. Rogers was a strange looking critter; he was exceedingly tall and
    angular and thin as a reed, but his head was discordantly round and flat
    as a pie plate. Looking at his thin body and large, rotund head, I
    suddenly thought how apt it was that he greatly resembled the dicks that
    he treated. The thought made me grin waspishly, and I wondered if any of
    his other patients had made the same observation. He strode purposefully
    around to his side of the desk and sank into his leather chair like a
    felled giraffe. His leather chair whooshed as air rushed out of it.

    He peered at me over his desk as if he were surprised to see me there.
    He pressed his fingertips together and rested his index fingers under
    his chin, as only medicos seemed to do. "How on earth did it happen?" he
    asked.

    I sighed and briefly closed my eyes; everyone wanted to know how it
    happened
    . It occurred to me that if it had been a two-inch cut in my
    arm, or my leg, or even my face, then people wouldn't really care how it
    happened. But get a deep two-inch slash in your dick, and suddenly every
    bastard wants to know the grisly details. Fucking ghouls, all of them -
    like people slowing down to stare greedily at a car accident, wanting to
    absorb every morbid detail.

    I raised my eyelids and slowly focused on Mr. Roger's round face
    hovering over his desk like a moon looming over the horizon. Maybe he
    wanted to chronicle this one and submit it to the Lancet, I thought
    rancorously.

    I decided to give him the long version. I gritted my teeth and began:
    "Just over five months ago I was contracted to work as the chief
    supervisor on a construction job in Ho Chi Minh City, formerly known as
    Saigon, building a new multi-storey shopping center. It was a six-month
    contract, working six days a week. I didn't really want the job, since
    it would mean I'd be away from my wife and home for half a year - but
    the money they offered was too good to refuse. There's a boom in
    building there right now, and they're offering top dollar for guys with
    my experience in the industry.

    "Anyway - last Friday four of the company big shots fronted up, wanting
    to check out progress on the job. There wasn't anything new for them to
    see, but what the hell - they paid my salary, so I started showing them
    around. We went up to the first floor. You have to understand that since
    it was a commercial building and not a residential one, the first floor
    was a lot higher than normal - maybe twenty-five feet off the ground.

    "There was a section up there that was still accessible only by
    scaffold, and we started to cross it. Whether the scaffold rigging was
    faulty, or the bolts snapped, or whether the weight of five men was too
    much for one weak section to bear, I don't know. But as we crossed it,
    something broke - the scaffold gave way at one end, right under our feet.

    "It all happened so fast - one minute I was just walking, and the next
    minute I was falling. My first reaction was to grab one of the steel
    uprights, the round supports that held the scaffolding up - but I could
    only get my right hand around the tubing, since I was holding a
    clipboard in my other hand and I didn't think to drop it in time.
    Grabbing hold of the support with my right hand swung my body outwards
    slightly, but with the downward momentum that I already had I couldn't
    slow myself up with one hand - not around the smooth steel. All it did
    was slow my fall a little, but I still slid down the pole - fast.

    "It just so happened that there was a sign bolted to the scaffold
    bracing under me, and it overlapped the support that I was sliding down
    by a few inches. The sign was made from cheap tin sheeting, and as you
    can obviously guess, the corner of the tin hadn't been rounded off,
    and it was extremely thin and sharp. Under normal circumstances, this
    didn't matter; the sign was eight feet above the ground, and nobody was
    going to hit their head on it that high up - even if they were wearing a
    safety helmet. What they didn't think of was someone coming down the
    pole, like I was doing.

    "My crotch collided with the sharp edge of the overhanging tin. All I
    felt at the time was a painful sting and then a jolt that basically
    halted my descent and pushed me backwards, and I lost my grip on the
    support. I fell the last six or seven feet or so to the ground and
    landed on my back, knocking the wind out of me. I looked up the see two
    of the company guys hanging from the edge of the scaffold, yelling and
    scrambling to get back up. The other two guys had fallen like I had, and
    they had landed beside me and one of them - the one who ended up with a
    broken pelvis - was screaming. I raised my head to look at him - and
    that's when I saw the blood on my thigh. My blood."

    I paused my account, remembering the hot burning that had started then.
    I had reached down to my crotch and felt the ripped material of my
    trousers, and when I looked at my fingers they were slick with blood.
    Then the pain suddenly tore through me, and I realised that I was
    screaming too.

    The next two hours or so was now a blur of agony and shock and dread.
    Luckily the hospital was close by, and I remembered how the ambulance
    siren had wailed. I was eventually sent to the operating theatre for
    emergency surgery.

    After I awoke from the anaesthetic, the bespectacled surgeon had
    appeared at my bedside. In reasonable English he'd explained what had
    happened; as I slid down the steel pole, the sharp corner of the tin
    sign had effortlessly slashed through my trousers and underwear. It had
    grazed my scrotum, luckily pushing it backwards out of the way. My luck,
    however, was short-lived, and the sharp metal corner then pierced the
    underside of my penis, near the root and slightly to one side,
    half-slicing and half-ripping nearly three-quarters of the way through
    as I continued sliding down the steel support. The jolt that curtailed
    my rapid descent and threw me backwards was my steel belt buckle
    catching the upper edge of the tin sign. The surgeon said that I was
    fortunate - if I hadn't been wearing the belt, then not only would my
    fall have been heavier, but the sharp metal might have continued upward,
    cleaving my glans in two, and carrying on to tear me open from crotch to
    throat. What a happy thought. Just marvelous.

    A total of eighteen stitches had closed the two-inch slice in my cock,
    as well as some internal stitching. Painkillers took the edge off the
    agony.

    I had spent the next three days in hospital for observation. A somber
    delegation of company officials duly paid me a visit, informing me that
    a flight back to Australia had been arranged at my convenience. As far
    as I was concerned, it was convenient for me to leave immediately, and I
    told them to arrange a flight ASAP. I wanted to go home. I gingerly
    boarded a flight from Tan Son Nhut airport the next day, my crotch
    swathed in bandaging under my loose trousers. My frantic wife Angela had
    met me at Tullamarine airport in Melbourne.

    Mr. Rogers shook his head and tutted. "Very nasty," he intoned
    tonelessly. "I assume that you will seek legal recourse for this injury?"

    "You bet I will," I replied. I had made a preliminary phone call to a
    law firm yesterday, and they were already rubbing their greedy little
    hands together in anticipation of the settlement they could demand if I
    wasn't satisfied with the offer of compensation that the company was
    sure to offer me.

    Mr. Rogers nodded curtly. He became suddenly businesslike. "Now for your
    prognosis. Well, the urethra hasn't been severed, as you are probably
    aware. Missed it by a fraction, but it's perfectly intact - so that's
    excellent news. There also appears to be no nerve damage, and the
    underside of your glans was only just nicked. You will also be pleased
    to hear that we expect you will make a full recovery in time. It's a
    very nasty injury, but it will heal just fine."

    I let out a soft breath. Thank Christ!

    "Now for some new that isn't so good," he began. "Wounds of this
    severity are obviously serious no matter where they are on the body. But
    a deep incision in the penis has added complications. You are probably
    aware that the penis is unique in the manner in which it can change size
    and shape, from flaccid to erect, and vice-versa."

    I nodded firmly.

    Mr. Rogers continued: "The stitches that are holding the tissues
    together need time to allow healing to begin. In the worst case
    scenario, an erection can cause enough swelling to rip the stitches out
    completely, and even at best an erection can put undue strain on the
    stitches and interfere with the healing process by causing movement that
    breaks the first tenuous bonding of the tissues. Naturally you won't be
    able to engage in sexual activity for a considerable time anyway, but
    involuntary erections can occur at other times, as we all know -
    especially at night while you're sleeping."

    I nodded again, a little less enthusiastically this time. In fact, I
    did remember laying in the hospital bed and at one point wondering
    what would happen to the stitches if I happened to get a hard on. A
    gruesome vision of my cock slowly peeling apart and bursting like an
    overcooked cocktail frankfurt had made my testicles shrivel.

    Mr. Rogers spoke on. "So until your penis is well on the way to a full
    recovery, it's important that we prevent any erections that you might
    have - nocturnal and otherwise."

    "How is that possible?" I asked. Mr. Rogers reached into a drawer and
    retrieved a plastic-coated diagram showing a cross-section of the male
    reproductive organs. He placed it on the desktop and spun it around so I
    could clearly see it. The picture had enough detail to frighten small
    children.

    Mr. Rogers used his silver pen as a pointer. "These muscles here control
    a kind of valve which holds blood in the spongy tissues of the penis.
    This is what causes an erection. You have probably heard of Viagra,
    which helps to contract these muscles in men with erectile problems."

    "I know about Viagra," I told him. "I think everyone knows what it's for."

    He gave a curt nod and continued. "About ten years ago it was noted that
    a certain type of anti-depressant drug had an unexpected side-effect -
    it relaxed these muscles instead. It therefore had the opposite effect
    of Viagra, hindering and in many cases halting erections altogether. The
    anti-depressant was not popular with many men for this reason."

    "I can see why," I grunted. "They probably had enough to be depressed
    about as it was."

    Mr. Rogers uttered a fruity chuckle. "Indeed. Anyway, one bright
    American researcher decided to isolate the chemical composition that was
    specifically relaxing these muscles. He eventually succeeded, and the
    ADA approved the drug early this year. When taken regularly, it causes
    temporary impotency. As you may well understand, the need for its
    application is rare - but it cases such as yours, it can greatly improve
    the chances of rapid healing and a speedy recovery."

    "So if I start taking this medication, I can't become hard?"

    "Exactly. The penis will remain flaccid no matter how much stimulation
    is applied. And, in fact, right after your surgery last week your
    attending physician there introduced it in tablet form as a
    precautionary measure, according to the records that I was sent by the
    hospital there - so you're already taking it."

    I creased my eyebrows. When I was in hospital in Ho Chi Minh City I
    simply took the pills proffered by the nurses without asking what the
    hell they were - not that many of them could speak English in any event.
    I had assumed they were all antibiotics, and I was issued with a
    seven-day supply of three different tablets when I left the hospital,
    along with instructions on when to take what. Mr. Rogers had already
    asked me about that. It explained why I hadn't gotten an erection
    since the accident, I guess.

    "I see," I replied. "So I just keep taking the pills until everything is
    healed. How long will that take?"

    His smile faded. "Usually in a case such as yours, it will take upwards
    of ten to twelve weeks."

    "Twelve weeks?" I gasped.

    "Possibly even more," he replied dolefully. "Your penis has suffered
    extensive trauma, and it simply takes time to heal. Much will depend on
    everything going smoothly, and this doesn't always happen. It's not
    uncommon for injuries of this nature to take as long as sixteen weeks to
    heal properly."

    That sat me on my ass. Sixteen fucking weeks! Or, more accurately,
    sixteen weeks without fucking! I slumped in the chair. While I was
    working in Vietnam, many of my colleagues had regularly used the cheap
    and easily available whores that infested the area around our tacky
    hotel - but I never did. I had been faithful to Angela. I performed a
    quick calculation; I had already spent five and a half months celibate -
    and now possibly another four months on top of that. Over nine months
    without sex!
    I stifled another groan.

    Mr. Rogers gazed sympathetically at me, and he read my thoughts. "But
    after you are healed, you should be as good as new, sexually and
    otherwise." he informed me cheerfully. "Of course, we'll have to assume
    that scar tissue won't become a factor."

    "A factor in what?" I asked sharply. A sudden chill went through my
    stomach.

    Mr. Rogers cleared his throat. "Well, in some cases scar tissue can
    cause the erect penis to develop a slight curve on the side that the
    scar is located on. This is because some elasticity can be lost when
    scarring occurs. In your case, since the incision was on the underside,
    you may develop a slight downward curve. And you may lose a little
    length when you are fully erect, as well."

    My mouth drooped open; more great fucking news. "How much length?" I asked.

    "Oh, possibly no more than half an inch or so. Negligible, really."

    Negligible. That was easy for him to say - it wasn't his cock we
    were discussing. I glared stonily at him over his desk. I guess I was
    average size in the dick department, but I wasn't exactly John Holmes,
    either - like any man, I wanted all the length I could get.

    "But that's all in the future," he added. "And for the nonce, we'll be
    optimistic and hope that these factors won't affect you at all."

    I heaved a heavy sigh. "Very well."

    The remainder of the consultation involved him telling me the various
    medications I needed to take, and strong advice to keep my penis clean
    and dry and to change the dressing regularly, to refrain from
    intercourse (as if I needed to be told that - the berk!), to take
    care showering, to avoid strenuous exercise, etc. He was typing on a
    keyboard as he spoke, and soon an inkjet printer on the desk whined and
    ejected several sheets of paper like flat white tongues.

    "I'll get you to come back and see me next Thursday at ten o'clock," he
    concluded. "I'll also contact your local GP - a Dr. Douglas, I believe -
    and inform him of your situation. If you notice anything untoward, then
    go and see him immediately."

    He handed me the sheets of paper he had just printed. They were
    prescriptions. "Get these filled, and when you've finished the course of
    medication they issued you in Ho Chi Minh City, just switch over to the
    new batch and follow the instructions for dosage. Use the painkiller as
    needed, but don't exceed the maximum dose of eight pills per day. I'll
    get a nurse to redress the bandages for you, and then you can be on your
    way. See you next week at ten." He must have already pressed a button on
    his intercom, because a nurse entered the room as if summoned by magic.
    Mr. Rogers made his requirements known to her, and she led me back to
    the room where I had first changed into the hospital gown.

    Ten minutes later, with my bruised and sewn member re-swathed, I slowly
    made my way back out to the reception area. Angela arose and walked over
    to me.

    "How did it go?" she anxiously asked.

    "I'll tell you all about it in the car, hun" I said somberly. "Let's get
    out of here."

    As we strode under a large sign that read 'EXIT', I was suddenly
    reminded of the tin sign that had done me so much damage six days ago. I
    had seen the sign bolted to the scaffold support dozens of times in the
    last few months. It had been emblazoned with a caricature of a man from
    the neck upwards, pointing to his safety helmet, and the ironic words
    underneath had read:

    "SAFETY FIRST!"





    *Chapter 2*


    Angela drove as we made our way onto the Monash freeway. At this time of
    day, the traffic was relatively light. It was early spring, and the sun
    beamed with the promise of a hot summer.

    The first thing I told Angela was that I was going to be fine. The
    relief was clearly visible on her face. I then explained exactly what
    the specialist had said, including how long it might take for the wound
    to properly heal. I though I saw the corners of her mouth droop slightly
    when I mentioned it may take sixteen weeks; she had been without sex for
    nearly six months, as well.

    "But everything will be fine after that?" she asked.

    "So Moonface told me," I replied. She gave a quick bark of laughter at
    my unkind description of Mr. Roger's rotund countenance; she had seen
    the man when we arrived. I continued: "He said there's no nerve damage,
    and everything seems to be intact. It's just gonna take time to heal."

    "Thank Christ for that. You were lucky by the sounds of it, Michael."

    I also mentioned the medication that would keep me flaccid, and the
    reason for using it. Angela worked as a highly successful sales
    executive for a major pharmaceutical company, and this engaged her
    professional interest.

    "I vaguely recall reading a memo about that drug," she said when I had
    finished. "But I don't know who's distributing it."

    "You'll find out soon enough." I replied. "I have to get the
    prescriptions filled, so you'll see the packet. We can do that when we
    get back home."

    She nodded. I swiveled my head to look at her. I had forgotten just how
    gorgeous my wife was, and just how proud I was to be her husband. At
    thirty-two years of age, Angela was seven years younger than I was. She
    had wavy, shoulder-length blonde hair that framed a pretty, square-jawed
    face. I was always reminded of Farrah Fawcett's jawline when I looked at
    her - but the similarity ended there; Angela's mouth was broader, and
    her cheekbones were wider, and her eyes were deep green. When she
    smiled, her whole face lit up.

    She stood about five feet, nine inches tall, and diligent workouts on
    our home gym and regular exercise had given her a body that women ten
    years younger would have envied. She worked hard to maintain her body,
    and she was justly proud of her efforts. Her long legs were probably her
    best feature; they were perfectly shaped and well proportioned, with
    tight calf muscles and lean, slender thighs. When she wore a mini-skirt
    she had no shortage of appreciative male glances. She had a flat stomach
    and a tapered waist that flared out into broad, curvaceous hips, and an
    ass that was practically edible. Her firm breasts were of average size,
    but had that delicious cantilevered shape that could take a man's breath
    away. She once told me that her measurements were exactly 36-24-36 - and
    I could easily believe it. When she wore a tight dress, her entire body
    screamed Woman!

    I often wondered how much her success as a sales executive was helped by
    how good she looked in a snug skirt. This was perhaps sexist and unfair
    of me; she was extremely good at her job, but her feminine charms were
    amply evident even when dressed in her relatively tame work attire. I
    would have bet they would have enticed more than one pharmacist to
    purchase the products she proffered. They would have enticed me.

    It was the second marriage for us both; I had divorced my first wife
    five years ago, and Angela's first husband, an up-and-coming barrister,
    had died in a car accident at around the same time.

    "But our marriage was already dead," Angela once told me. "If Carl
    hadn't had the accident, we would've been divorced soon after anyway. I
    already had the papers drawn up."

    She explained that Carl had been fond of other women. He'd started
    having affairs soon after they were married, and Angela had at first
    been forgiving, accepting his promises to stop his dalliances. But he
    didn't stop. Angela's love for him slowly died, and her smoldering rage
    slowly grew with each lie that he told her.

    "So in the end I had a couple of affairs myself," she told me "I know
    two wrongs don't make a right, but at the time maybe I just wanted him
    to see how it felt. Or maybe I just needed the sex - because I sure as
    hell wasn't getting a lot from Carl."

    I had raised my eyebrows at that: Angela was, as I have stated, an
    extremely attractive lady. I had delicately asked why she and her
    husband had not made love more.

    Angela had laughed bitterly: "Because I wouldn't let him fuck me up the
    ass."

    Her reply had startled me. She explained further: "Carl had a major kink
    for anal sex, you see. He'd pestered me about it for years, ever since
    we got married. Back in those days, it just wasn't for me, and we had so
    many arguments over it. The more I resisted, the more he tried to
    persuade me. He became more and more obsessed with it, and he would buy
    magazines and videos and DVD's - all featuring anal sex. He once even
    deliberately tried to get me almost blind drunk by spiking my drinks so
    he could talk me into it. I have a good idea that if I'd passed out, he
    would've done it to me while I was unconscious.

    "The next morning I told him he needed professional help - and of course
    that didn't go down too well. So, since I wouldn't give him anal sex, he
    stopped wanting vaginal sex with me - which told me a lot about how he
    really felt for me and our marriage. It was incredibly hurtful, and it
    was probably the last nail in the coffin. Anyway, his slutty little
    secretary must've been more accommodating, since she was the last little
    trollop he was involved with. Maybe she thought that if she gave up her
    ass, then she'd get a promotion, or Carl would even leave me for her -
    she was such an airhead that she would've believed that. But I bet there
    were a few mornings when she couldn't sit straight on her fucking office
    chair."

    I had heard similar stories in the past; whilst I wasn't into anal sex
    and had never suggested it to Angela, I certainly didn't begrudge those
    men and women who did enjoy it. But to allow disagreements about it to
    corrode your relationship to the point of dissolving was insane.

    The final irony was that on the night a drunk driver ploughed into the
    side of his car and killed him, Carl was on his way back from a tryst
    with his secretary. He had told Angela he was working late - but the
    accident occurred just two blocks from his secretary's house on the
    other side of town.

    "If he hadn't always been thinking with his dick, he'd still be alive
    today. Probably divorced - but alive." Angela had dryly stated.

    I had met Angela about six months after my own divorce. Some buddies of
    mine had invited me to join their regular Wednesday night bowling team,
    and apparently some of Angela's friends had inveigled her to do the
    same. The first time I saw her at the bowling alley, she was wearing a
    red dress that hugged every curve of her body. When she sent a ball down
    the laneway, I'm sure that every male eye in visual range was glued to
    her gorgeous ass pulling the material of her dress tautly across her
    behind. It wasn't exactly a come-fuck-me dress - but it was certainly
    dropping some heavy hints.

    I took instant note of the hints, and by chance the next Wednesday night
    my team was drawn to bowl against hers. I flirted with her, and after
    learning that she was single I asked her out to dinner, and she accepted
    my invitation. To cut a long story short, we became a couple, fell
    deeply in love, and got married two years later.

    I found Angela to be a very sensual lady, and her enthusiasm and
    inventiveness in bed was a pleasant and very welcome surprise after my
    passionless first marriage. She was one of those women who exuded an
    almost understated sexuality, as though she kept her passions in check
    by exerting only sufficient restraint; you sensed that behind her veneer
    of propriety there lurked a fervent libido. To say that she had animal
    magnetism was an apt description. I could see flashes of this in her
    spontaneous knack for bringing out the eroticism in normally mundane
    situations.

    For example, we once went to a restaurant with two other couples. Angela
    had slipped her shoes off under the table, and I suddenly felt the toes
    of her left foot slip up under the cuff of my trousers. I turned my head
    towards her, and she sent me a soft, teasing smile before returning her
    attention back to the conversation at the table.

    All through the main course her toes had slid sensually up and down my
    instep. Angela was well aware that this turned me on. As she ate, she
    carried on conversing and laughing with the other guests as though
    nothing was happening under the table. When the main course was
    finished, she leaned over and whispered in my ear: "I need to use the
    bathroom in a few minutes. So do you. Follow me when I go."

    I gave her a perplexed nod. Several minutes later, she excused herself
    and arose from the table. I also bemusedly excused myself as she had
    instructed, and followed her into the dim hallway where the toilets were
    located. The women's toilet was unoccupied (I found out later that
    Angela knew it was empty, since she had been watching the hallway
    entrance). She took my hand and quickly drew me inside and locked the door.

    Without another word, she sat down on the toilet seat, unzipped me, and
    - despite my initial (and feeble) protests - she proceeded to give me a
    blowjob as I stood trembling in front of her. She is extremely good at
    this particular sexual act, and in less than two minutes I was
    struggling to remain on my feet and stifling my moans of pleasure as I
    exploded in her mouth. She winked up at me as she swallowed every drop
    of my cream.

    She then re-zipped me, and checked that the hallway was clear, and with
    a soft giggle of finality she quickly ushered me out. I dazedly crossed
    to the male toilet, also fortunately unoccupied, and then shakily made
    my way back to our table, the warm afterglow of climax making my legs
    wobbly. Angela returned a few minutes later, and as she began breezily
    chatting with our fellow diners I admired her aplomb. A waiter shortly
    materialised to take dessert orders. As I raised my glass to my lips,
    Angela looked at me with the slightest of smiles and demurely announced:
    "I think I'll get the vanilla pudding. I really fancy something warm and
    creamy after gobbling all that meat just now."

    I had nearly spat a mouthful of wine all over the table. To make matters
    worse, a woman seated to her left peered over her menu and whinnied:
    "Mmm, that sounds yummy! I think I'll have that, too."

    Angela had rolled right along: "It's delicious! Michael often gives it
    to me for dessert," She turned her radiant face toward me. "You serve
    yours with nuts, don't you, honey?" Her eyes twinkled, and I had been
    lucky to quell the hysterical giggled that fluttered in my stomach.

    On another occasion, we went shopping in the local mall one Saturday
    morning. Just after we had arrived, we strolled into a women's clothing
    store so Angela could look for a new skirt. She found one to her liking
    - a slinky black number - and she went into the shop change room to try
    it on. She modeled it for me, and after getting my approval for it, she
    decided to buy it and wear it immediately. Just after we left the shop,
    she smiled impishly and reached into her jacket, and passed me a wadded
    ball of black material. It took me a few seconds to realise it was her
    panties.

    "Put those in your pocket for me please, babe," she quietly told me. My
    eyes must have widened, because she laughed softly and leaned forward to
    whisper: "That's right, honey. I'm not wearing anything under my new
    skirt."

    For the next two hours we strolled around the mall, and she would make
    oblique references to the fact that she was naked under her new
    purchase. I am not sure if this type of fetish turns all men on, but it
    sure as hell turned me on. Angela could see the effect it was having
    on me, and that just made her sly remarks about it all the more blatant.
    As we sat drinking coffee in one of the cafes inside the mall, she
    whispered in my ear: "Just think - if it wasn't for all these people
    here, you could slide you hand up my thighs and feel just how wet I am
    for you, honey." She had pronounced it in a slow, sexy drawl -
    whettttt. My coffee cup had rattled sharply against the saucer when I
    put it down.

    The moment we arrived back home, I practically dragged her into the
    bedroom, and within a minute we were making passionate love.

    After, as we lay spent and panting in afterglow, she asked me how much
    it had turned me on knowing she was walking around with no panties under
    her skirt. I answered honestly, and I told her it made me very hot -
    which she already knew.

    She propped herself up on her elbow and rested her head on her hand.
    "Why does it turn you on?" she asked.

    I thought for a few seconds. "To know you're naked underneath just makes
    me hot, I guess. Especially out in public with other guys around."

    Her eyes twinkled in sudden comprehension. "Ahh," she said. "I guess it
    would remind you of that little fantasy."

    I smiled softly and nodded. That little fantasy, as she referred to
    it, was a kink I had developed in my early twenties - a voyeuristic
    craving to watch my partner have sex with another man. Angela, who did a
    lot of reading and surfed the Internet regularly, had once told me that
    it was commonly known as a cuckold fantasy.

    During my brief and dispassionate previous marriage, I had never even
    mentioned this fantasy to my first wife. She hadn't been the sort in
    whom you would confide anything that smacked of sexual deviance -
    otherwise it was likely to be thrown into your face during the next
    argument. I had learned this the hard way.

    Angela, however, was completely different; she had an openness that was
    totally refreshing. She loved to explore the steamier boundaries of
    sexuality, and discussing fantasies during pillowtalk was a favorite
    post-coital pastime of hers. I came to trust her completely, and I told
    her things that I had never told another living soul - my cuckold
    fantasy being one of them.

    When I first, and somewhat shyly, told her about this little kink, I was
    slightly fearful of her reaction; would she be shocked? Outraged?
    Disgusted? To my relief, she had simply raised an eyebrow, and told me
    that she had read that it was a very common fantasy for a lot of men,
    and that it didn't upset her at all. She stated that it was one fantasy
    that we would probably never act out for real, but she added that she
    would make use of the fact that it aroused me.

    That was another thing; it had been difficult to imagine my shrewish
    former wife with a lover; her frigid nature and indifferent attitude
    towards sex had somewhat dampened the erotic appeal of the fantasy. By
    contrast, Angela's sensual personality and alluring body made it all too
    easy for me to imagine her ardently coupling with another man. In fact,
    Angela's latent eroticism combined with the fact that her job brought
    her into contact with many different men on a daily basis had made this
    fantasy blossom like a weed in fertile soil; I found myself thinking
    about it more and more.

    In fact, the next Friday night after I had confessed my little kink to
    her, I arrived home from work first. Angela came home about twenty
    minutes later, and I could immediately tell that she was feeling frisky.
    She kissed me passionately as soon as she walked in the door. She was a
    great kisser, and her soft lips and warm, moist tongue soon had me
    hardening in my jeans. She guided my hand up her skirt, and when my
    fingers slid up her smooth thigh to her pussy I drew a sharp breath;
    once again she wasn't wearing panties. She broke our kiss.

    "Oh!" she drawled softly. "I must have left them in the motel room -
    after I was with my lover."

    If I had been totally hard at that moment, I swear I would have nearly
    creamed my jeans.

    Within two minutes we were naked in the bedroom. I shook as I mounted
    her. She gasped softly as I slid into her, and she wrapped her legs
    around my hips as they began pumping. Her eyes glittered as she looked
    up at me.

    "Mmm, fuck me baby," she urged softly. "Give it to me. And as you fuck
    me, think about where I left my panties!"

    I had always prided myself on being able to last for at least ten
    minutes or longer when we made love. But upon hearing these teasing,
    carnal words from her, the unthinkable happened; orgasm suddenly boiled
    up inside me like an overheated radiator that suddenly had its cap
    removed. A few seconds later I moaned loudly and exploded inside her. I
    had not climaxed so rapidly since I was a teenager - if even then.

    I dazedly collapsed onto her, shaking and panting. She sighed warmly
    under me and wrapped her arms around my back.

    "Mmm, you came so fast, baby!" she said quietly. "I haven't ever seen
    you cum so quick."

    I gasped that I hadn't seen myself cum so quick, either.

    She chuckled softly. "Mmm! It's a good thing that my panties are in my
    handbag then, hmm?"

    From that moment on, Angela started employing this form of tease on a
    regular basis. Naturally it didn't become the sole focus of our sex
    life, but she quickly realised that she could use this kink to instantly
    heighten my desire and arousal. Over the next few months she used
    numerous ploys to discover what new buttons she could create using this
    fantasy, and she had no hesitation in pushing them - hard. The
    intensity varied, depending upon the circumstances - from teasingly
    subtle to blatantly pornographic.

    For example, one subtle change involved her work attire; she naturally
    dressed as her executive position dictated - usually a plain skirt with
    a hemline a respectable two or three inches above the knee, pantyhose, a
    modest blouse and business jacket. The underwear that she usually wore
    was correspondingly tame and sensible. One morning she called me into
    the bedroom just as she began dressing for work. Instead of finding her
    in her usual staid undergarments and pantyhose, I was stunned to see
    that she had dressed in a sheer set of matching black bra and panties,
    and as a finishing touch she had donned a black suspender belt and
    stockings. She naturally saw my expression of surprise, and she smiled
    mischievously: "I just thought this might give you something to think
    about all day, honey," she told me.

    And think about it I did. At work my mind often played with images of
    Angela talking business with a male client, knowing that underneath her
    staid attire she was encased in skimpy lingerie and stockings. After
    Angela got home that evening I was naturally frisky, just as she had
    planned. She teased me for a while - making small-talk, but sitting with
    her delicious legs entwined and contriving it so that her skirt rode up,
    exposing the tops of her stockings. She finally deigned to notice my
    excited glances at her nylon-encased legs.

    "Like what you see, honey?" she asked. Of course, I nodded, and she
    demurely added: "I'm sure a few other men might have had a good, long
    look today, as well. So, are you just going sit there and drool at me
    all night - or are you going to take me into that bedroom and fuck me?"

    Naturally, I chose the latter option.

    She didn't wear lingerie under her weekday attire a lot - but just often
    enough to make the tactic extremely effective.

    On the more blatant side, she would occasionally launch into a wickedly
    salacious narrative as we made love. For example, she would start by
    telling me that one of her major clients had been indecisive about a
    large purchase, but that he had suggested he would sign the contract in
    Angela offered him an extra incentive. The 'incentive' was, of course,
    sex - and Angela would then tell me that he was such a hunk that she
    had eagerly agreed, and that the pair of them had then gone to a motel
    and spent the afternoon fucking. Angela would pitch her sweet, sultry
    voice so that her lewd story had a tone of almost apologetic but
    unabashed glee - like she was aware she had done something extremely
    'naughty', but that she had been unable to stop herself from relishing it.

    She had dozens of variations on this theme, and naturally these
    deliciously wicked stories would drive me absolutely insane with
    excitement. I am sure that Angela sometimes did it just to see how fast
    she could make me explode, and at other times she would teasingly start
    and stop her lurid tale, halting me on the brink numerous times before
    winding me up yet again until I was a shaking, trembling wreck. With
    each story she told she learned something more about what turned my
    crank, and even I was surprised at the lascivious and carnal thoughts
    and desires that she was able to uncover in the murky depths of my
    sexual psyche. It was like riding on an erotic roller coaster, with each
    new crest offering a new thrill, and Angela not only rode it with me,
    but she kept cranking up the speed.

    She did, however, ensure that I was aware that her titillating stories
    were just figments of her imagination. After one torrid lovemaking
    session in which she had alluded to a phantom lover with more kinky zeal
    than usual, she may have felt that I needed reassurance. We were laying
    naked in bed during the early evening, and we had been making soft,
    post-coital conversation for twenty minutes or so. She was curled up
    next to me with her head resting on my chest, softly running her nails
    over my stomach.

    "When I tell you those things about another guy, you know I'm only
    teasing you, right, honey?" she had asked.

    "Yeah, I know that, babe," I relied. "It works, by the way."

    She chuckled softly. "Oh, I know it does! But I just wanted you to
    know that I would never sleep around behind your back. After having
    Carl do it to me so many times, I know how much damage it can do and how
    much it hurts, and I love you too much to ever risk letting that happen."

    I kissed the top of her head. "I know that, too. Thank you. And ditto."

    "So just know that when I tell you the wicked little stories that I do,
    it's just done to excite you. If we ever did take that fantasy to the
    ultimate level, we'd talk about it first - a lot. I would never just
    go and sleep with someone else."

    This was the first time I had ever heard her mention the possibility of
    her cuckolding me for real. A tingle of excitement rippled through me,
    and I felt my cock twitch. "Do you think we ever will take it to the
    ultimate level?" I tentatively asked her.

    She tilted her face up at me and smiled softly. "Not right now, honey,
    but in the future? You never know. It's a very, very big step to take,
    and once you open the box, it can't be shut again. I would need to be
    totally sure it's what you wanted. If I ever did decide to bring it to
    life for you, it would just be to drive you absolutely insane," Her
    smile and her tone took on a teasing edge. "And maybe for me to have a
    little 'fun'."

    Her last statement sent another erotic ripple through me. "You would
    enjoy doing it?" I asked. My cock began to harden.

    "If I knew that it was driving you out of your mind with arousal and
    lust? Then sure I would. If I found a guy who I really fancied, and
    knowing what it would do to you, then sure I'd enjoy it." She glanced
    down to see that my cock had arisen to almost half-mast. She turned her
    face upward to me again. "Is that turning you on, honey? Imagining me
    not only really doing it, but enjoying it as another guy fucks me?"

    "Yes," I answered softly.

    Angela smiled softly again. She slid her hand down and wrapped her
    fingers around my growing member. She began firmly stroking me, and I
    quickly became totally hard.

    She pressed her face close to mine, and kissed me. "Well, maybe one day
    if the circumstances were right, I would do it - but we would discuss
    it a lot first, honey. It's not on my 'to do' list right now, but let's
    just say that one day it might be."

    She released my cock and arose to her knees and swung her right leg over
    my stomach, straddling me. She reached down and grasped my hard shaft
    again, her thighs warm and soft against my hips. She guided the head of
    my cock between her pussy lips and grinned down at me: "There is one
    thing on my 'to do' list that I need to do right now, though - and
    that's for me to fuck you."

    She slowly sank down, and my cock gratefully slid into her moist heat.
    She carried out her pledge - and the bedroom was soon ringing to our
    combined grunts and moans of pleasure as we made love for the second
    time that night.

    Her disclosure about being at least open to the possibility of
    cuckolding me in the future had naturally increased my excitement. I
    knew better than to try and force the issue; Angela was not a lady to be
    pushed around by anyone, including me. It wasn't my style to push
    anyway, and Angela was well aware of that. She did, however,
    subsequently discuss it with me on several occasions, but only in
    hypothetical terms, and to further broaden her own understanding of my
    little kink. She once summed it up beautifully: "You know that I
    probably won't sleep with another man, but I haven't ruled it out
    completely - and it drives you wild to know that I could if I
    wanted to."

    The status quo remained this way until I went to work abroad. Angela
    continued to refine her methods of tease and her story-telling skills,
    and to be perfect honest I was quite happy with that. As she had stated
    - bringing this fantasy to life would be a very large step to take. But
    at the same time, I did continue to entertain visions of Angela truly
    taking this ultimate plunge, and writhing naked under some hot stud, her
    back arching and her long legs slithering over his back as he took her.

    When I had reluctantly taken the lucrative six-month contract in
    Vietnam, it naturally meant that my wife and I would be apart for half a
    year. I was obviously not looking forward to this for several reasons.
    One of them was a vague sense of niggling insecurity. Angela had sensed
    my fears right away, and she made it very clear that she would remain
    faithful whilst I was away working, and once again telling me that she
    loved me very deeply. I appreciated her reassurance, and I lightly added
    that our time apart could make that little fantasy a lot more intense.
    She had smiled softly, and said that if I still wanted to play with it
    whist we were apart, then she would make sure that she spun me some
    mind-blowing tales.

    Before I departed, I had purchased a laptop PC and I made sure that I
    got broadband access in the crummy hotel room where I was lodged. Angela
    had our desktop PC at home, and although we often spoke by telephone,
    the bulk of our communication was through email and over IRC and MSN.
    This was a cheap and convenient form of contact for us, and we used this
    electronic method to chat almost each night after I got back from the site.

    One of the reasons that I wasn't tempted by the local prostitutes in Ho
    Chi Minh City - apart from deeply loving my wife and wanting to remain
    faithful - was that Angela had learned that text messaging could have
    its own delicious erotic nuances. She quickly became adept at composing
    erotic emails and turning her writing skills to cybersex. In all modesty
    I got quite good at it as well, and many times my lascivious words were
    able to make Angela caress herself to climax thousands of miles away; I
    wanted to keep my lady as happy as I could.

    In turn, she also learned that a written form of my cuckold fantasy
    could drive me just as wild as a spoken version. Once again, this wasn't
    an everyday thing, but Angela would spin a different tale involving an
    imaginary lover maybe once a week. The combination of being so far apart
    and from seeing it in written form actually made her stories more
    plausible. Of course, her teasing was just that - teasing. But it had
    a scintillating affect on me no matter how many times she played with
    variations of this theme.

    In fact, on the night before my unfortunate accident she had told me a
    titillating story about a colleague inviting her out to dinner a few
    days hence, and how she was planning on serving him up a hot, creamy
    dessert
    later that night.

    Now - as we coasted along the freeway in brilliant sunshine - I looked
    at her pretty face gazing ahead through the windscreen, and I thought
    about the possibility of sixteen long weeks without being able to make
    love to her, and I sighed heavily. Fate had not been kind in recent
    days. I dropped my gaze to her bare left leg; I had forgotten how
    gorgeous her legs were.

    Suddenly, an unexpected thought popped into my mind - a thought so
    darkly lascivious and carnal that I drew a sharp breath. Angela must
    have heard my soft gasp, because she turned to face me for a second, and
    she slid her hand into mine and smiled softly. The warmth of her touch
    flushed the thought back into the dark recesses of my mind.

    But I knew that in the coming weeks, and possibly months, the thought
    would return.

    Many times.





    *Chapter 3*


    A week later I was once again confronted with the round countenance of
    Mr. Rogers as I sat in the consulting room. My swollen and bruised
    member had returned to some semblance of normalcy - if one was able to
    ignore the seam of sutures on the underside - and Mr. Rogers told me
    that he was very pleased with progress.

    He asked me if there were any problems - any unusual pain or difficulty
    urinating, and so forth. I told him that under the circumstances
    everything seemed to be about as good as I could expect, apart from some
    itchiness.

    "The itching is a good sign," he said. "It means that the wound is
    beginning to heal, and that nerve functions are normal. No problems with
    involuntary erections?" he asked.

    "No," I replied dryly. "Or even with voluntary ones."

    He nodded. "The medication should eliminate any problems in that area."

    It apparently did. I had obviously not attempted to stimulate myself to
    hardness, but like most men I was occasionally awakened at night by the
    need to urinate and the subsequent 'woody' that it caused. I had been
    aroused from slumber several times in the last week by a need to take a
    leak - but there had been no sign whatsoever of the usual accompanying
    hard-on. The innocuous little tablets that I was required to take twice
    daily seemed to doing their job. Angela had noted that the pills were,
    in fact, being distributed by the pharmaceutical company she worked for.

    The consultation with Mr. Rogers came to an end, and I was to return
    next week to have the stitches removed. I was encased in a lot less
    bandaging now - just a light layer that mainly served to keep my
    underwear from chaffing against the stitches.

    Angela had returned to work on Monday, and today I had driven myself to
    my appointment with Mr. Rogers. I grabbed a meal at our local takeaway
    shop on the way home, and as I sat munching my fish and chips I took
    stock of recent events.

    I was currently on paid leave with the company I worked for, and they
    had begun to make pleasing overtures about compensation for my injury.
    The overtures had become more pleasing still after I had idly told the
    squeaky-voiced company spokesman that I would discuss their offer with
    my legal counsel. I was further cheered after checking my bank account;
    the six-month stint working abroad had added a considerable sum to the
    balance - enough, in fact, to finalise the loan on the house. Very soon
    Angela and I would own the place - lock, stock and barrel. The thought
    made me smile.

    Angela and I had bought the place just after we were married. It was a
    two storey, four bedroom cedar-clad, located in a leafy bayside suburb.
    We wanted a fairly large house because we planned on starting a family
    in two or three years. Angela had sold the house that she and Carl had
    been paying off, and my ex-wife had bought out my stake in the home that
    we had shared. This luckily meant that between us, Angela and I had a
    very sizable deposit for our own home, and we'd needed only a modest
    home loan.

    A massive garage had originally taken up much of the ground floor of the
    house. Soon after we had bought it, Angela had suggested that we
    partition off the rear section of the garage so that she could have a
    dedicated area for her gym equipment. I thought it was a great idea, as
    we had no need for such a cavernous garage anyway, and it would
    immediately add value to the property. I had done the renovations
    myself, and the new partitioned section was actually so large that we
    ended up splitting it into two rooms - a dedicated gym for her Angela's
    treadmill, exercise bike, bench press, and various other instruments of
    self-inflicted torture, and a smaller room that we now used as a
    guestroom / study.

    The home loan was our only remaining debt, and I was looking forward to
    strolling into the bank and paying it out in full. With the exception of
    my unfortunate accident, things were falling into place very nicely.

    For the remainder of the day I watched some TV and did what little
    housework that needed doing. As evening approached I prepared dinner for
    Angela and myself. When she arrived home she anxiously asked about my
    visit to the specialist. I told her that all was as well as could be
    expected, and that he was happy with progress. She expressed relief, and
    smiled warmly and kissed me.

    Her kiss sent a sharp pang of desire through me. While the pills I was
    taking to prevent erections did their job effectively, they certainly
    didn't stop the underlying sexual hunger. During the first week after my
    accident, my ardor had naturally been dampened. But as I started
    mending, my libido gradually began asserting its presence. It had been
    two weeks now since I had last climaxed, and I found that I was eyeing
    Angela a little more lustfully each day.

    I came to think of it as a 'buzz' - a constant sexual tension, both
    physical and psychological, that never really ceased - it simply varied
    in intensity. One thing was certain; it grew a little more each day. I
    was startled to discover that my gaze would linger a little longer than
    usual if I saw a good-looking lady walking down the street, or if I
    happened to see an alluring woman on TV. It had been many years since I
    had not climaxed for such a long period, and the consequences were
    beginning to show. In essence, I had the same burning desire for sex -
    especially after being away from Angela for so long - but I now lacked
    the means to do so. I was starting to learn what the term 'sexual
    frustration' really meant.

    Angela, always an intuitive lady, seemed to be mindful of my growing
    internal battle with my own libido, and she subtly tried to avoid
    arousing me. She would normally sleep naked, or with just a pair of
    panties on. I had often told her just how much I loved being able to
    feel her bare breasts against my chest, and how the simple fact that she
    was naked beside me always turned me on. Since I had arrived home,
    however, she had started wearing a light pajama set consisting of a
    cotton tee shirt and a matching pair of shorts. When she kissed me now,
    her kisses were still warm and loving, but they lacked her usual
    passion. She knew that a long, deep, wet kiss could make me hard - and
    so she refrained from doing it.

    We retired to bed at about 11:00pm. I wore a pair of briefs over my
    bandaged member, and Angela was again wearing her pajamas. I slid my arm
    around her as we lay together, and a light waft of her perfume drifted
    over me. We began to kiss softly, and Angela responded hesitantly but
    warmly. I opened my lips, and when her warm, moist tongue slid into my
    mouth it was like a delicious electric shock.

    Normally I would have begun to harden right at that point, but there was
    no stirring in my loins whatsoever. The buzz, however, suddenly
    tingled urgently like alarm bell, and an almost tangible vibration began
    in the pit of my stomach. I started trembling. I needed to taste her
    lips, her skin, her body... I needed to taste her cunt - now!

    I slid my hand under her tee shirt and began to caress her breast as our
    kiss deepened. Her nipple instantly hardened as I rolled it softly
    between my forefinger and thumb. I felt her shudder softly, and she
    stifled a moan.

    I began to lift her tee shirt, and she broke our kiss.

    "Baby?" she whispered huskily. "What about your... your stitches. I
    don't want to make you hard."

    "It's okay," I replied. "I won't get hard, hun. The pills I'm taking
    won't let me."

    "But I can't please you," she protested softly.

    "That may be true," I told her in a voice that shook slightly. "But
    since when does that mean that I can't please you? I want to please
    you, Angie. I need to please you!"

    I had continued lifting her tee shirt during the exchange, and she
    suddenly raised her arms so that I could lift it completely off over her
    head. At last I gazed upon her magnificent breasts; they were as
    gorgeous as I had remembered them to be. I lowered my lips to her
    nipple, and she tilted her head back and sighed in pleasure as I sucked
    it. I began to kiss and lick every inch of her beautiful tits, slowly
    working my way down her body. My lips trailed down to her stomach, and I
    relished the taste of her soft, warm skin. I gently hooked my fingers
    under the waistband of her shorts and panties and began easing them down
    her long legs. Angela was now trembling softly, her right hand resting
    gently on back of my neck.

    I slid her shorts and panties down to her ankles, and she drew her legs
    up so that I could remove them completely. I moved lower on the bed,
    maneuvering myself between her thighs. She parted her legs, and I gazed
    hungrily at the sight below me; she had opened before me like an exotic
    hothouse flower. I lowered my head down to her pubic mound and kissed
    it, feeling her neatly trimmed pubic hair tickling my nose and lips.
    Angela's hips rose upwards as my tongue slithered further down, and she
    lifted and parted her legs further.

    "Oh, Michael," she breathed. "It's been so long... so long..."

    Her scent filled my nostrils, and I extended my tongue and burrowed it
    gently between her pussy lips. Her juices welled up from within, and for
    the first time in over six months I tasted her delicious nectar. I drank
    greedily, savoring her, sliding my tongue deeper inside to scoop out
    more of her warm, creamy essence.

    Angela uttered a long, almost painful moan. "Oh, Michael... Lick me...
    Please! It's been so, so long!"

    I lifted slightly, locating her clit and softly spiraling my tongue
    around it. I glanced up over her mons pubis. Her pretty face was clouded
    with pleasure as my tongue teased and tickled her hard button. Her
    hooded eyes met mine, and I winked at her and then placed my lips over
    her clit and sucked it. Angela's whole body jolted on the bed.

    "Oh, FUCK!" she gasped. "Oooh, Jesus! Do it, Baby! Please! Suck it!"

    Her little button seemed to throb joyfully in my mouth, and I slid my
    left hand up between her thighs. Her cunt was soft and warm and slick
    with her juices as my index and middle fingers slid inside of her. She
    moaned and drew her legs back even further. The contractions of her
    vaginal muscles gripped my fingers tightly as I suckled her clit, my
    tongue rapidly swirling. She was going to cum - and soon.

    I deliberately started to make slurping sounds, and added little moans
    of my own. This had always driven her wild, and it did so now. I felt
    her tense and her thighs started trembling. The fingers of her right
    hand slid down through my hair, and she gripped me firmly. I began to
    gently finger-fuck her.

    "Yes! Oh, Baby, YES!" she implored. "DON'T STOP!"

    I didn't stop. I sucked her clit a little harder, and flattened my
    tongue over it, gently rasping and sliding it against that incredible
    sensitive part of her. I could feel her whole body tense. I uttered
    another sensual moan from the back of my throat, and this pushed her
    over the edge. She tightened her grip on my hair, pulling my face harder
    onto her cunt.

    "Oh, Michael... Oh, MICHAEL!... NOW!... NOW!... FUCK, YES!... I'M GONNA
    CUM!... AHHHHHHHH!"

    Her cunt suddenly clenched tightly around my fingers like a vice,
    pulsing like a living heart. Her cream erupted from the depths of her
    pussy like lava as she climaxed, her legs twitching and jerking as
    orgasm flowed through her like a syrupy torrent. I released my suction
    on her clit, but kept my tongue gently swirling and dancing around it,
    maximising the waves of ecstasy rippling trough her body.

    She uttered a final moan, and her whole body slumped, trembling and
    twitching. I very gradually slowed my spiraling tongue and eased my
    finger from her molten pussy. I slid my tongue down, sinking it deep
    inside her, feeling it stirring a molten well of her delicious juices. I
    briefly lifted my mouth from her.

    "I want to suck you dry," I whispered huskily. "I want to drink you, to
    feel every drop of you sliding down my throat."

    She gazed down into my face with eyes half-closed. "Then do it," she
    panted.

    *****

    Later, after I had eventually surfaced and slid back up to lay alongside
    her, she turned and wrapped her arms around me. She gave a satisfied
    stretch, like a cat awakening from a long nap.

    "Enjoy that, baby?" I softly asked.

    She smiled weakly. "Oh, honey, you have no idea - no idea - how good
    that was. It's been so long, baby. So, so, so long. And do you have
    any idea of how good you are at doing that?"

    I grinned at her. "I ate a lot of tacos while I was away, just to keep
    in practice."

    She giggled. "In that case, I think I'll start serving tacos here more
    often." Her face suddenly showed apprehension. "You're not hard or
    anything, are you?" she asked softly.

    "No, hun. Everything's just fine." My cock had, in fact, remained
    disconcertingly flaccid the whole time I had eaten her.

    Her smile slowly returned. "Okay, baby. I was really worried about
    making you hard."

    "Is that why you've started wearing pajamas?"

    A slightly guilty look clouded her face. "Yes. Well, it's one reason,
    anyway. I didn't want to excite you just in case those pills don't work.
    I know that it's very important that you don't get an erection right now."

    "What are the other reasons," I asked.

    She pondered for a few seconds. "I guess I felt it would've been
    insensitive and cruel of me to sleep naked beside you."

    "Because we can't make love, you mean?"

    "Yes."

    "Baby," I replied. "Just because I can't make love to you right now or
    climax myself, it doesn't mean I don't want you to. In fact, it makes
    me want to please you even more. I need to please you."

    She seemed to understand the latent message, and she nodded softly. "I
    guess I just didn't want to appear selfish, and I didn't know if you
    wanted to do anything right now. I know it must be so very difficult for
    you, especially after being away for so long. What happened to you is so
    unfair."

    I smiled ruefully. "Yes - it is. But until it's all fixed, you know that
    I've always loved eating your pussy, and the accident hasn't affected my
    tongue, baby." I playfully licked my lips.

    She sent me an impish grin. "So you don't mind eating a lot of tacos,
    then?"

    I laughed. "The more, the better. You got any hot sauce to go with them?"

    "You know I have," she replied cheekily. "As long as you're hungry, I'll
    keep serving them up, honey - with as much sauce as you can handle."

    "Yum," I replied, licking my lips again.

    Angela giggled again. "So I can ditch the pajamas?"

    "Oh, yeah," I quickly agreed.

    "Good - I hate the goddamned things!"

    We spent the next fifteen minutes or so curled up together, softly
    talking about this and that. She had remained naked, and I took the
    opportunity to drink in the sight of her exquisite body. The buzz in
    my loins had strangely subsided slightly, as if Angela's climax had
    somehow soothed my own ardent yearnings. She eventually rolled over and
    lit a cigarette from the pack on her bedside dresser. She only ever
    smoked in bed after we had sex, and for some weird reason I always found
    it incredibly sexy when she smoked naked. This probably wouldn't have
    pleased the anti-smoking lobby, but they had no business interfering in
    my sex life, anyway.

    Angela blew a thin stream of smoke out through her lips. She noticed my
    lustful gaze, and she turned to me and slowly smiled. "After I've had
    this smoke, I might go and cook something."

    I blinked in sudden confusion. "Eh? Cook? Cook what?"

    Her smile turned into a leer as she took another drag on her cigarette
    and winked at me. "Tacos."

    A tingle rippled through me. "Why wait 'til you're finished smoking?" I
    asked softly.

    Angela's leer broadened even more. She slowly drew her shapely legs up
    and parted them slightly, and her pussy winked invitingly out at me from
    the apex of her thighs.

    "Good idea, honey. Come and get it, then - you don't mind if I smoke
    while you eat, do you?"

    I sure as hell didn't, and I soon proved it to her.





    *Chapter 4*


    Another four weeks drifted by.

    I'd had the stitches removed from my manhood at my next consultation
    with Mr. Rogers, and he announced that he was pleased at how everything
    was going. There was still an angry red scar where the incision had
    been, but he told me that in time this would lessen. Always the
    harbinger of glad tidings, he instructed to keep taking the medication
    that kept me flaccid so that everything would continue to heal internally.

    I spent most of my time just pottering around the house, or watching TV,
    or playing games on the PC. Angela, of course, was working during the
    day and she wasn't due to take her holidays for another six weeks or so,
    and I found that my biggest problem was boredom - but I occupied myself
    as best I could whilst I was recuperating.

    As the weeks had rolled past, the ever-present and frustrating sexual
    buzz had asserted itself more and more. The feeling reminded me of
    when I was a 15-year-old; I'm sure that most men can remember the time
    when hormones first ran rampant in their teenaged bodies, quickly
    transforming a usually placid and normal adolescent male into a
    seething, panting hulk of pent-up sexual lust. This is how I was
    starting to feel - I was constantly frisky, but with the medication
    keeping my penis limp there was no real way to gratify my libido. I was
    horny, but without the horn with which to do anything about it.

    The only thing that I could do to slake the lust was to orally please
    Angela. This seemed to act as some kind of vicarious relief valve for
    me, and Angela was more than willing - and even eager - to indulge me.
    In fact, one day last week she had been working in a neighboring suburb
    and she had popped home unexpectedly for lunch. After I had made her a
    bite to eat, she had offered me something to snack on - and it
    definitely was not anything from the major food groups. Suffice to say
    that she had gone back to work that afternoon with a contented smile on
    her face.

    Just over a couple of weeks ago we had been laying cuddled up in bed
    after I had pleased her. For some reason my thoughts had turned to adult
    toys, and I had offhandedly asked Angela why she hadn't gotten a dildo
    or vibrator whilst I was working abroad.

    She pondered for a few seconds. "To be honest, I don't know. I never
    really thought about it. I haven't ever really used one, and I guess
    that I just didn't need it. Anytime we played on the phone or online, it
    was enough for me to just use my fingers, and imagine you were there."

    I nodded, and she continued: "Besides - now that I think about it, it
    would've been almost an admission of defeat, maybe. You were only going
    to be gone six months, for chrissake, and I'd like to think that I could
    wait at least that long." She turned to look at me sharply. "Why do you
    ask? Would you have wanted me to use one?"

    "Maybe," I answered. "It's kind of hot to imagine you using one."

    I now had Angela's full attention; this was the kind of pillowtalk she
    relished. "Ah, really now?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "Would you
    like to watch me use one now?"

    I nodded slowly. "I think that would be mind-blowing."

    "Would you want to watch me using it on myself, or would you want to
    use it on me?"

    I could see what she was thinking; in my permanently flaccid state, a
    dildo would become a surrogate for my own cock. She was both right and
    wrong.

    "Both," I answered. "I'd love to watch you use it on yourself, but I'd
    also love to do it for you, as I licked you."

    Angela smiled softly. "Well, like I said - I've never used one, honey.
    But there's always a first time for everything, isn't there?"

    "You want to get one?" I asked in sudden surprise.

    "Why not?" she replied. Her face narrowed in thought for a few seconds.
    "We have to go to Kerry's big day this Saturday, don't we?"

    I nodded. Kerry was Angela's cousin, and she was getting married this
    weekend. The venue was nearly an hour's drive away.

    "Well," Angela continued. "How about we leave early, honey? If I
    remember correctly, there's an adult shop opposite a pharmacy that I
    deal with, not far away from the church where the wedding will be. We
    can drop in on the way up there if you like?"

    The irony of visiting an adult toy store on the way to a wedding wasn't
    lost on me. "Sounds good," I replied. "Maybe we can grab the blushing
    bride a wedding gift for her honeymoon while we're there?"

    Angela laughed. "Knowing Kerry, she'd already have two of whatever we
    bought her," she said cattily; Kerry was not known for either her
    virtuous behaviour or her chaste conduct.

    We did visit the adult store on the way to the wedding, and both Angela
    and I were stunned by some of the products on offer. We found the dildo
    and vibrator section - if you could call it that - and after some muted
    discussion between us Angela selected a largish realistic-type silicon
    vibrator.

    On the way to the wedding, we discussed some of the more kinky and
    bizarre adult toys that we had seen. Angela shook her head. "You know,
    I'm as broadminded as the next person - but Jesus Christ, who the hell
    wants to go to bed with a blow-up farm animal?" We had seen rubber
    blow-up sheep and pigs for sale in the shop.

    I shook my head. "Horses for courses." I grunted. "Or even horses for
    intercourses - there was a blow-up pony for sale, too."

    Angela bellowed with laughter. "Oh, my God! Well, I actually feel very
    innocent and staid just buying a dildo, then!"

    Because I was still taking medication and also to allow Angela have a
    few drinks, I stuck to non-alcoholic beverages during the wedding
    reception so that I could drive us home. Angela was still tipsy when we
    arrived home, and maybe friskier than usual. We both had a nightcap and
    shortly went to bed. Angela had already placed the dildo on her bedside
    dresser, and after she had undressed down to her panties she smiled
    softly at me as she unwrapped the box.

    She eased the fake cock out of its plastic cocoon; it was just over
    eight inches long, and I was startled at how closely it resembled the
    real thing. With a sudden tingle I realised that it was considerably
    larger than I was when erect. Even to see Angela handling it sent a
    lascivious shiver up my spine.

    Angela slid the two 'AA' batteries into the appropriate slot, and she
    then rotated the round switch on the base; the dildo responded with an
    eager whir. She turned it off and then looked at me.

    "You want to watch me use it, honey?" she purred.

    I could only nod. I realised I was panting softly as I slid to the end
    of the bed so I could observe her more clearly.

    Angela smiled, and slowly slid her panties off. She then lay back on the
    bed, spreading her thighs. She held the dildo in her hand, her small
    palm making the large fake cock look even larger than it was.

    She guided the broad head of the dildo down to her pussy lips and gently
    worked the fake glans between her labia. I realised that my heart rate
    had just skyrocketed. The soft, rubbery head flexed slightly, and then
    slowly slithered just inside her lips. Angela closed her eyes and drew
    it back out, smearing her pussy lips with her secretions. She then
    rolled the head and shaft of the dildo along her slit, moistening the
    silicon.

    Angela drew her knees further back, tilting her hips upward. The thick
    head of the fake cock was poised just over her juicy pussy, dipping
    downward slightly as if it were eager to explore what lay just below.
    Angela opened her eyes slightly.

    "Watch me, baby." she whispered.

    She grasped the dildo at base, and lowered the glans back to rest
    between her pussy lips. She then drew it gently forward, and the shaft
    bowed slightly as she applied more force. My heart thumped as I first
    watched the thick pink head disappear inside her, soon followed by the
    thick silicon shaft - inch by inch. Angela uttered a syrupy moan.

    "Mmm, it's so big, honey," she breathed.

    She paused when there was at least a good six inches inside of her. She
    slowly drew it back out, and I could see the shaft glistening with her
    juices. Then she slid it back in, even deeper this time. My eyes were
    riveted to how her pussy lips seem to almost suck at the silicon
    shaft, moving inwards as she inserted it into her, and clinging
    desperately when she slid it back out, as if her cunt was reluctant for
    it to depart. She slid it home again and uttered a sharp moan, and I
    realised that almost the whole eight inches was inside her.

    "Does it feel good?" I heard someone utter. I suddenly realised that it
    was my voice.

    "Mmm, yeah, baby," Angela murmured. "It's so fucking big... it's been
    so long since I've had anything inside me... Jesus, it's inside me so
    tight, honey!"

    She now began to slowly fuck herself with it, sliding it in and out in a
    steady carnal rhythm. Wet slurping sounds began to issue from her pussy
    as the large dildo began pistoning into her creamy cleft. I glanced up
    to see that her nipples were hardening. A rivulet of her juice suddenly
    trickled from the base of her slit, and it ran with almost teasing
    slowness down over her puckered rosette. I licked my lips.

    All of a sudden I realised that if she ever did cuckold me for real,
    then this is how it would look - her long, sexy legs spread wide as
    his large, meaty cock slithered deep into her juicy pussy, pumping
    inside of her over and over again. His balls would be slapping wetly
    against her asshole, becoming coated with her secretions. Her pussy lips
    would cling to his cock with just as much relish as they were clinging
    to the silicon imitation. I stifled a gasp at the thought.

    She suddenly eased her pumping motion, and she reached down with her
    other hand to turn the circular switch. A soft buzz emanated from the
    dildo, followed immediately by Angela's sudden gasp of pleasure.

    "Oooh, my GOD!" Angela panted. "Fuck, that feels so good!" She quickly
    readjusted her grip on the very end of the dildo, and she once more
    began rapidly sliding it in and out of her steamy cunt. The slippery
    sounds of its urgent passage added to the electric whir.

    I had never seen a woman use a vibrator on herself before - and now I
    realised what I had been missing. It was one of the most erotic,
    sensual and carnal things I had ever seen - so much so that almost of
    its own accord my hand drifted down to stroke myself. I actually located
    the head of my cock through my briefs before I felt the bandaging. I
    forced myself to stop.

    Angela was now truly fucking herself. Her back arched and she began to
    shake and buck. Her pretty face was clouded with ecstasy as the large
    cock repeatedly plunged into her, over and over. Another stream of her
    creamy secretions rolled sensually down into the crack of her ass. She
    was now panting hard, moaning and shaking. She pulled the shaft upwards
    so that the rubber vibrated against her clit.

    "Oh, Jesus FUCK!... It's so fucking BIG!... Aaaahhhh!... AAAAHHHHHH!"

    I could see her climax approaching. Her legs began jerking and trembling
    in earnest, and I could actually see her cunt firmly squeezing the thick
    pink silicon shaft. She arched her back, and her beautiful face tilted
    upwards. The buzz of the dildo echoed the buzz in my own loins.

    "Oh, Michael! It's gonna make me CREAM! OH JESUS!... YES!... YES!...
    NOWWWWWWW!"

    She literally screamed as climax tore through her, holding the large
    vibrating rubber cock deep inside her as her body jolted and shook. Her
    pussy was clenching the silicon shaft so tightly that the tone of the
    vibrator actually altered with every climactic spasm of her vaginal
    muscles: Whirr... Wharr... Whirr... Wharr... Whirr... Wharr... She
    kept moaning, over and over...

    I realised that I was panting almost as hard as she was. I shook, and it
    felt like there were a million butterflies in my stomach.

    Angela finally let her body go limp. Her fingers drifted to the circular
    switch and the hum of the vibrator abruptly ceased. She slid the massive
    fake cock slowly out of her pussy, and as it exited her love tunnel it
    made a soft shlop! My eyes were glued to how slick and shiny it was
    with her cream.

    She opened her eyes to slits, and she smiled groggily at me.

    "Was that okay, honey?"

    I was bereft of speech for several seconds. "Holy FUCK!" I finally
    gasped.

    She smiled, and held the dildo up. She took note of how slick it was
    with her cum, and she giggled. "Look at alllll my cream, baby!"

    I swallowed. Her smile curled further. "Why don't you lick it all off
    for me, honey. You don't want me to waste my cream, do you?" She held it
    out towards me.

    Mesmerised, I came closer.

    "After you lick it clean for me?" she added in a soft drawl. "Why don't
    you lick the rest of me clean, too. Will you do that for me, honey?"

    Of course I would - and of course, I did.

    Twice.

    *****

    Later she wanted to know what my feelings were as I watched her using
    the dildo. I softly told her that it was truly one of the most erotic
    things I have ever seen, and just how much seeing her cum using the toy
    had turned me on. Angela listened intently to me.

    "Did you think of that little fantasy as you watched, honey?" she
    asked softly.

    "Yes," I softly admitted. "I kept imagining it was a real cock - and
    not mine."

    She nodded and smiled gently. "I knew the idea it might pop into your
    head as you were watching. How did it make you feel?"

    "Hot," I told her. "Very hot."

    "Do you still often think about me with another man?"

    "Yeah," I replied. "I guess more so now because of what happened -
    because I can't do it right now, maybe."

    "Because you can't fuck me," Angela stated candidly.

    "Yes," I replied softly.

    "I can understand that, honey, and I can understand why," she said
    gently. "I had an idea that it might've been on your mind a lot more,
    but I wasn't sure how you'd react right now - you know?"

    I smiled faintly. "Well, the idea of you doing it is still as exciting
    as ever to me."

    She slowly nodded, and I could see that she was mentally filing the
    information.

    "Did you enjoy feeling something inside you again?" I gently asked.

    "Honestly? Yes," she replied. "As you might know, honey, for a woman
    there's two types of orgasm - vaginal and clitoral. When I am 'filled',
    it's a lot easier to have a vaginal orgasm, which for me are a lot
    stronger."

    "Do you miss having intercourse?" I inquired.

    "Yes - yes, I do, very much," she admitted. "A lot, in fact. I can't
    wait until you're healed, honey, and everything's all working properly
    again," She glanced at me, and an impish grin appeared on her face.
    "You'd best prepare yourself, 'cause once you're ready to rock'n'roll,
    then we'll be rocking and rolling a lot!"

    And so for the last two weeks the dildo has played a big role in our
    bedroom. Angela loves me to slide it inside her, and then for me to lick
    her clit at the same time. This makes her have incredibly powerful
    orgasms, and I was in many ways glad that our house was some distance
    away from our neighbors - because her cries of ecstasy were long and loud.

    We had also begun to have a little fun outside of the bedroom; one night
    we were sat on the couch watching the TV. Angela turned her head to me
    and smiled mischievously.

    "You hungry, honey?" she asked.

    Not being on the ball, I replied: "Nah, hun. We had dinner not long ago."

    She sent me a mock-pout. "Oooh, okay then. I just thought you might
    fancy a taco."

    I blinked. "Right here?" I asked in delighted surprise.

    Angela grinned. "Right here - right now."

    Suffice to say that her panties were removed and tossed to the floor in
    very short order, and I was soon on my knees, kneeling between her legs
    as I licked and sucked her to climax as the TV twittered in the background.

    On another occasion, we were sat at our breakfast bar one Sunday
    morning, just finishing fried eggs and bacon. We had long ago bought
    four very tall stools for use at the breakfast bar, and we were perched
    atop two of them as we ate. Being a lazy Sunday morning, we were both
    still clothed in just our dressing gowns, and Angela's hair was still
    damp after her morning shower. I had reached for my coffee mug, and my
    elbow had knocked a plate of toast to the floor.

    "Dammit!" I grunted, arising from the stool and kneeling down to gather
    the plate and the scattered toast. I was kneeling almost at Angela's
    feet with my face almost brushing her right thigh, and she swiveled
    around on her high stool, and she looked down at me.

    Her broad, cheeky grin crept suggestively over her face. "While you're
    down there, honey..."

    I laughed. I had never heard this classically lewd solicitation for oral
    sex from a woman before.

    "Actually, these stools are just at the right height for that, aren't
    they?" Angela remarked. From my kneeling position, I could see that she
    was right - her pelvic region sat just above my eye level.

    "In fact," Angela continued. "They'd be a great way for you to be able
    to lick me - from behind."

    She uttered a short giggle, and then swiveled her body to face the
    breakfast bar again. She slid backward on the high stool so that her
    sexy ass protruded far over the leather seat whilst her lower thighs
    bore her weight. She then reached down to pull my stool closer to her,
    and she slid her right thigh sideways over onto it. This meant that her
    legs were now broadly parted with each thigh resting on different
    stools. She wriggled a few times to consolidate her position, and then
    lowered her upper body down onto the breakfast bar; her backside jutted
    outward and upwards even further. She looked down at me over her shoulder.

    "What do you think, honey?" she asked sweetly. "You think this would be
    a great position for you to please me?"

    It certainly was! The overall effect was that her whole pelvic region
    now practically hung in mid air, and her widely parted thighs meant that
    her pussy and ass were deliciously exposed and accessible from
    underneath. Her contortions had caused her dressing gown to ride up, and
    from where I was kneeling I had a perfect view of her inverted pussy
    peeking out from between her buttocks under the hem of the material.

    "It's a great position," I agreed excitedly, feeling the buzz
    intensify in my loins and lower stomach.

    She giggled again, and asked in a teasing voice: "Then what's stopping
    you, honey? Not hungry anymore?"

    I was always hungry for what she was offering. I quickly shuffled
    sideways on my knees until I was directly behind her and almost between
    the two stools that she was now perched upon. She reached back and
    lifted her dressing gown up over her back.

    "Lick me, baby," she murmured softly.

    I needed no further urging; I steadied myself by placing a hand on each
    of the stool uprights to either side of me, and I tilted my head back
    and pressed my upturned face into her crotch from behind. My tongue
    flicked forth, teasing that sensitive spot between her pussy and her
    asshole.

    "Mmm, up a little higher please, honey," she told me. "You know where..."

    I knew where, alright; I slid my flattened tongue up to her puckered
    rosette, licking and rimming her. She had always loved this kind of anal
    play, and her current spread-eagled posture on the stools made it
    extremely easy to perform this lecherous sexual act.

    The lasciviousness of the situation was intensified when I realised that
    Angela had actually resumed eating her breakfast as I was rimming her.
    For some crazy reason, this kinky little twist really turned me on;
    here I was, with my face pressed to her naked protruding backside and my
    tongue devotedly licking her asshole as she sprawled wantonly at the
    breakfast bar - and she simply carried on consuming her breakfast as if
    this were all perfectly normal.

    In fact, she said: "Mmm! Maybe we should do this every Sunday morning,
    honey? - me eating bacon and eggs and toast while you're dining on some
    fresh rump," She uttered a soft, teasing giggle. "Or maybe a tossed
    salad
    ."

    Her wicked double-meanings simply added to my ardor. I kept
    enthusiastically rimming her until she had finished her repast. She then
    gave a soft groan, and shifted her thighs back further on the stools,
    and her delicious nether regions became even more accessible to my eager
    little tongue.

    "Now - lick my pussy please, baby," she softly requested.

    The kitchen walls were soon echoing to the soft, wet sounds of my lips
    and tongue hungrily slurping her pussy, and to Angela's urgent gasps of
    pleasure.

    Well, they do say that breakfast is the most important meal of the day...





    *Chapter 5*


    Mr. Roger's round face beamed at me over his desk. I was still amazed at
    how rotund it was.

    "Everything is coming along nicely," he told me.

    I wanted to contradict him and say that everything wasn't cuming along
    nicely - I wasn't cuming at all. But I bit my tongue.

    It was a week later, and I was again back in the consulting room.

    "So how's the prognosis now?" I asked him.

    "Very good indeed. You're healing extremely well, and now it's just a
    matter of time until you're back to your old self."

    "So I can stop taking those goddamned impotence pills, then?" I asked
    hopefully.

    He shook his head dolefully. "Not yet. I want to be sure that everything
    is healing internally, and that nothing interferes with that. We can't
    risk a premature erection undoing all our good work thus far - otherwise
    we would have to go through this whole process again, and we don't want
    that," He paused and added: "I know it must be very frustrating for
    you." If he'd seen Angela, then he would know how frustrating it was.

    I grunted. I hadn't expected any better, but it didn't hurt to ask. So -
    the soft-dick pills would continue.

    He looked at me intently. "You haven't tried to have intercourse, or
    masturbated have you?"

    I sent him a sour stare. "Of course not."

    He nodded. "Good. Any undue stimulation or rough handling of the shaft
    can be detrimental as well. But without an erection, the risks are
    greatly reduced."

    A little bell went off in my head. "Just to the shaft? My glans wasn't
    affected, was it?"

    He nodded. "Yes, just to the shaft. That, naturally, is where the major
    trauma was, and thus the reason why we want to keep it as stable as
    possible for another few weeks. Your glans received relatively little
    damage."

    "I see," I said thoughtfully.

    "Well, since all seems to be going according to plan, I will schedule
    you in for two weeks time instead. Say, two-thirty in the afternoon next
    Monday week?"

    I was glad to flee the place, and I headed home.

    *****

    It can be strange how just one relatively minor occurrence can lead to
    major changes in life, and I was shortly to experience the phenomenon
    first-hand.

    For the last three days Angela had been of her 'time of the month', and
    this meant that I was unable to even orally please her during her
    period. As a result, my already rampant libido skyrocketed yet further
    into almost incandescence. My neglected balls had sometimes ached softly
    in the last four weeks, but in the last three days they had started to
    ache almost constantly. It was not truly painful - just irritating.

    So when Angela and I retired to bed that night, I wasn't surprised when
    they began aching yet again. I prayed that Angela's period would soon be
    over, and I could at least deflect some of the constant sexual tension
    that made my nerves snap like a loose sail in a high wind by burying my
    tongue deep in her creamy pussy. This didn't say a lot for my
    sensitivity to feminine issues - but ladies, please forgive me; as you
    may well know, a standing dick - or in my case a sitting one - has no
    conscience. I was horny as hell.

    I drifted off to sleep with my arm around Angela, the soft waft of her
    perfume leading my dreams to a place from which I would never really
    return. A lot of people have lucid dreams, I guess - but maybe my
    frustrated predicament had my subconscious working overtime.

    In any event, the dream I had that night changed my life forever...

    *****

    I found myself involved in a poker game. The setting could have been
    lifted straight from Hollywood; the room was dark and smoky, and I was
    sat at a round table that was covered in green felt. A circular ceiling
    lamp dangled low over the table, and the face of the other player at the
    table was hidden in shadow. I was perplexed at my reason for being here,
    since I didn't gamble a hell of a lot. But I felt an overwhelming
    urgency, almost a need, to beat my adversary.

    This was apparently proving to be difficult; when my luck was bad, my
    opponent seemed to sense my ill fortune, and he upped the ante, and I
    lost. When I was dealt a good hand, he eerily seemed to know this as
    well, and he quickly folded. I subsequently lost far more than I gained.
    I could feel a strange sense of desperation inside me.

    I suddenly realised I was out of cash.

    "I don't have any more money," I said to the shadowy figure across the
    table. The man was silent for so long that I wondered if he had heard me.

    "What about your wife?" he finally asked in a strangely deep voice. It
    was the first time he had spoken a full sentence.

    "You want me to bet my wife?" I asked in surprise. His answering
    silence simply confirmed my question.

    A sudden flitter of motion to my left attracted my eye. I was startled
    to discover Angela sitting in a chair against the wall with her long
    legs crossed, serenely smoking a cigarette. I wondered if she had been
    here all the time. The question of how it was that she was bathed in
    light when the rest of the room was so dark didn't occur to me - but in
    dreams, things don't have to make sense.

    I noted that she was wearing a red dress very similar to the one she had
    worn when I had first seen her in the bowling alley so long ago. But
    this one was a come-fuck-me dress; it was so short that it revealed
    not only the full sweep of her smooth thigh, but also a hint of her
    right buttock. The plunging neckline dipped half way to her navel, and
    the soft swell of her breasts lay exposed almost to her nipples. I
    instinctively knew that she was naked underneath the dress.

    I looked at her face. She gazed back at me with what was a detached,
    almost aloof half-smile, as if she either had full confidence in my
    ability to win if I bet her in the game, or she simply didn't care. She
    unfolded her legs and crossed them to the opposite side. I noticed that
    she wore her red high-heels with a four-inch stiletto.

    "How much?" I asked the shadowy figure opposite me. He slowly pushed the
    pile of bills that he had in front of him to the center of the table; he
    wanted to wager all that he had in exchange for me wagering my wife. I
    licked my lips.

    "Okay," I said. "I'll bet my wife. Deal the cards."

    As he slowly dealt the cards, I glanced back at Angela; her indifferent
    half-smile had widened, almost as if she was amused and even pleased at
    the notion of becoming the prize in a poker game.

    I picked up my cards to discover that I had a high straight. I felt a
    glow of elation, and I looked at Angela and winked. Her smile became
    almost a leer. The shadowy man across the table was totally silent, and
    all I could see was his hand holding the back of his cards to me. He
    elected to take two, and I held. Since the bet was fixed - here I
    glanced at Angela butting her cigarette - there was no further betting.

    He laid down his cards: a single pair of aces. "Let's see what you got,"
    he said.

    I laid down my hand in triumph.

    "You lose," the man said.

    "Lose?" I barked. "How the fuck can I lose? My straight beats your pair!"

    "Take a look at your cards," he intoned.

    I glanced down at my cards; the faces were blank. Plain white. Empty.
    I stared down in shock. As I watched, the five cards that I'd placed
    onto the green felt almost seemed to shrivel and wither.

    "You lose," the man repeated.

    "That can't be!" I yelled.

    "You lose, honey," Angela interjected softly. "You shouldn't have bet me
    if you didn't have anything to back it up with." Her leering smile had
    become a lusty smirk. She rose to her feet, and I now saw that the
    hemline of her dress barely covered her pubic region.

    I went to rise to my own feet - only to discover I couldn't move. I was
    paralyzed. The harder I tried to rise, the more I became immobile.

    Angela walked over to the victor sitting opposite me. He slid his chair
    back to allow her to stand in front of him with her back to me.

    "Are you going to take me now?" I heard her ask him.

    "Yes. Undress yourself." he replied. His words rocked me. Undress
    yourself? Angela?


    The ceiling lamp now started playing weird tricks; the bright cast of
    its light seemed to alter to keep only the face of the mysterious man in
    shadow. When Angela turned to face me I could clearly see her soft,
    drowsy smile, She slowly reached around behind her back to unzip her
    dress, and she slowly peeled it off; her beautiful breasts and her
    neatly-trimmed thatch of pubic hair leapt into view. She contemptuously
    tossed her dress aside, gazing back at me with a teasing smile. I sat
    staring in frozen disbelief as she stood naked in the harsh light of the
    ceiling lamp. My rivals' hands suddenly came from behind to cup her
    hips. He drew her backwards and pulled her down to sit on his lap.

    Their faces were lost in the shadows again, but I could see that Angela
    had swiveled her head sharply to the right because the bottom of her
    golden tresses swept over her upper chest. The smack of lips suddenly
    echoed from the far side of the table, and it was perfectly obvious that
    they were kissing. His hands slid around her waist, reaching up to cup
    her firm breasts.

    I opened my mouth to speak - whether in approval or in protest, I wasn't
    sure - but no sound came out in any event; I was dumbstruck. Again I
    tried to rise from my seat, but I couldn't move. It was like my arms and
    legs had become welded to the chair on which I sat. I realised that I
    was becoming hard - I could feel my cock slowly expanding inside my
    trousers.

    He took each of her nipples between a thumb and forefinger, and he
    rolled them firmly. They instantly hardened, and I heard a smothered
    moan issue from my wife's lips. He tweaked and teased her nipples
    expertly, and her hair dipped sharply to one side. I realised he was
    kissing her neck - which always turned her on. Her body began to writhe
    almost imperceptibly.

    "Do you want me to suck your cock?" I heard Angela whisper to him.

    "Yes," he said in that strangely deep voice. "Get on your knees."

    Angela climbed up off his lap, and he also rose to his feet. Angela's
    pretty face reappeared in the circle of harsh light as she sank to her
    knees. She reached over and undid his trousers, and she soon slid them
    down. His briefs followed next, and I was stunned as his cock sprang
    into view; it was already erect, and at least eight or nine inches long,
    and very thick.

    Angela, in fact, drew a startled breath as she gazed at it. "What a
    beautiful cock," she whispered in adoration.

    "Bigger than your husband's cock, isn't it?" he stated.

    Angela nodded. "Lots bigger. I want to suck it."

    "Then suck it," he told her. "Blow me."

    I sat paralyzed as she did just that; her pouty lips parted and her head
    darted forward, sliding the broad purple head of his massive tool slowly
    into her mouth. She eased further forward, and my eyes widened as she
    engulfed him totally. How she could take all of him inside her mouth I
    didn't know - but she did. Her pert nose was buried in his pubic hair,
    and his balls joyfully kissed her dimpled chin.

    "Mmmmmmmm..." she hummed from the back of the throat.

    She pulled her head back until the glistening crown of his cock withdrew
    to her lips, and then she repeated the process - taking him back into
    her mouth and out again, over and over, getting faster and faster. Her
    long blonde hair swayed hypnotically back and forth, and lewd sucking
    and slurping noises drifted over the table. The faceless man slowly
    reached down and gently pushed her head back so that the underside of
    his glans rested on her bottom lip.

    "Hold your mouth open and keep still," he commanded.

    My wife obeyed him; she opened her mouth a fraction wider and gazed
    adoringly up at him. He then started to fuck her mouth, swinging his
    hips slowly back and forth, and again I watched in disbelief as his long
    cock slid in to the hilt. His full balls slapped against her chin.
    Angela's rapt gaze never left his face.

    "Play with your cunt," he bluntly told her. "I want it soaking wet."

    I saw her right shoulder dip slightly, and although I couldn't see under
    the rim of the table, I knew that Angela was again complying with his
    request. I could imagine her nimble fingers sliding into her moist slit,
    making it slick with her secretions. He continued to face-fuck my wife,
    and she tilted her head slightly back, allowing his cock to slide even
    further down her throat. A glistening stream of her saliva trickled down
    her lips and formed a wet inverted mound under her chin. It quickly grew
    under its own weight and hung for several seconds before it dribbled
    slowly onto her tits.

    He pulled his hips back, and his cock slipped from her mouth, hovering
    over her face like a club. A sticky bridge of saliva hung between her
    lips and his cock for a second or two before it broke.

    "Is your hot little cunt wet yet?" he asked her.

    "Yes - my pussy is so creamy for you," my wife replied. "Are you going
    to fuck me now?" she asked hopefully.

    "Yes. Get up onto the table, on your back."

    Angela quickly rose to her feet and backed up to the table. She levered
    herself up on to it with her hands, and then slowly leaned back until
    her body was flat on the felt surface, with her buttocks slightly
    overhanging the opposite edge. She raised and parted her legs, and I
    could see the she was still wearing her red high-heels. Her inverted
    face was now no further than three feet from me. She tilted her head
    back and looked up at me.

    "He's gonna fuck me, honey!" she told me huskily, following up with what
    appeared to be an involuntary giggle, as though she couldn't help it.
    Her nipples stood proudly erect, like little flagpoles.

    The faceless man moved unhurriedly between her parted thighs, his
    countenance still clad in shadow. He firmly seized the spikes of her
    high-heels, one in each hand, and pushed her legs back and outwards even
    further. This tilted her pelvis upwards, and lifted her pussy lips into
    my line of sight. He then swung his hips forward, and his hard cock
    slithered over her cunt, almost pointing directly at me like the muzzle
    of a canon.

    He settled until his broad swollen glans was resting just under her
    mons pubis. He began rocking his hips slowly back and forth, seesawing
    the underside of his thick shaft between her labia. I realised that it
    was also rubbing against my wife's clitoris, teasing her. I could feel
    my own cock throbbing impotently.

    "Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked her.

    "Mmmmm, yes!" my wife panted. "I want you to fuck me hard."

    "Beg me," he told her

    "Please fuck me. Please!"

    "Why? Why do you want me to fuck you?"

    "Because I need it!" squealed my wife. "Because I need to be fucked!"

    "Doesn't your husband fuck you?"

    "Not anymore! He hasn't fucked me in months!"

    "So that steamy little cunt of yours hasn't had a hard cock up it
    recently?"

    "No!" Angela rasped. "Not for ages!"

    "I'll soon fix that," the man confidently chuckled, rocking his hips a
    little faster. The underside of his glans slithered wetly back and forth
    over her clit.

    "Good!" Angela gasped eagerly. She wriggled her hips. "Please stop
    teasing me! Do it!"

    "You put it in," he told her. "If you want my hard cock inside you so
    much, then you reach down and put it in."

    My wife hastily slid her hand down to his meaty shaft. She wrapped her
    fingers around it, and guided the massive head downwards. I actually saw
    it disappear between her upturned pussy lips.

    "Now fuck me!" my wife hissed to him.

    I watched helplessly as he slowly thrust his hips forward, and his thick
    cock slid wetly into her - inch after inch after inch, until at last his
    huge tool was completely buried in her cunt. Angela uttered a long,
    grateful moan and tilted her head back toward me. I stared at her
    upside-down face, and her green eyes bored into mine.

    "Mmmmm, he's inside me, Michael," she panted to me. "His hard cock is
    so deep inside me! Jesus, it feels so good! He's gonna fuck me hard,
    honey!"

    I heard him laugh softly. He slowly began sliding his cock in and out of
    her pussy, almost in slow motion. "I think Michael likes watching
    someone fuck you," he said.

    Angela grinned and looked towards his face. "I know he does. You
    didn't need to win me in a bet - you could've just asked him if you
    could fuck me. That would have made him hard!"

    The man guffawed. "He's already got a hard-on." I have no idea how he
    knew I had an erection - but he did.

    Angela smirked cattily. "That makes a fucking change! See? He can only
    get it up if someone else fucks me - and you're gonna fuck me hard,
    aren't you?"

    "I sure am. Your sweet little cunt is so tight!"

    Angela smiled. "It's tight because my fucking husband hasn't used it in
    so long!"

    He laughed again. "That wouldn't matter - you'd still be tight for me
    anyway."

    She giggled. "I'm sure I would be! Your cock is so big - and so
    hard!
    I love feeling it inside me!"

    He gave a deep chuckle. "Are you sure you want my cock? Wouldn't you
    rather have your husbands cock inside you instead?"

    "NO!" she cried sharply. "I want yours!"

    "You're a horny little tart, aren't you?" he stated.

    "Yes, I am! - now FUCK ME!"

    He instantly obliged her, slowly speeding his rocking hips, slamming his
    cock deep inside her as I sat in paralyzed silence, watching every
    powerful thrust, watching my wife's body jolt with each firm stroke,
    watching her beautiful tits describe tight, wobbly circles as the rhythm
    of his pumping hips flowed up through hers. He was still holding the
    spiked heels of her shoes, using them almost like a pair of convenient
    handles with which to keep my wife's legs widely parted.

    Angela's moans soon took on a far more urgent and ardent tone. Her body
    tensed as the carnal slap of their flesh became more and more intense.
    With her legs drawn so sharply back, I could see her pussy lips clinging
    to his cock as it slid in and out, slick and shiny with her juices.

    "I'm gonna cum any second!" he grunted.

    "Cum inside me," my wife implored loudly. "Shove it right in and shoot
    it deep inside me! Cream me!"

    He uttered several shuddering moans, and his hips suddenly plunged
    forward and drove his cock inside her to the hilt. I knew at that very
    moment his semen was beginning to erupt deep inside my wife's hot,
    creamy pussy.

    "Oh, yeah!" he moaned loudly. "I'm cuming!"

    Angela arched her back under him, and yelled: "I'm cuming too! Cuming!
    CUMING!"

    *****

    "Cuming."

    The voice caused my eyes to snap open. There was only darkness, and I
    was softly gasping. I could feel myself trembling. Disorientation took
    me for a few seconds.

    I inhaled the familiar aromas of our bedroom. A dream, I realised. A
    goddamned dream!


    I felt Angela in bed beside me; I was pressed snugly against her naked
    back, and she was stirring from slumber.

    "Michael?" she murmured groggily. "Are you okay? I heard you cry out,
    baby."

    I heard her reach up and tap the touch lamp on. I squinted in the sudden
    brightness.

    "I'm okay, hun," I replied. "Just a dream."

    She slowly began to roll over to face me when a look of sudden confusion
    passed over her face.

    "What the hell...?" she muttered. She reached behind her back, sliding
    her right hand down to her panties.

    At the same time, I became aware of a dampness on my briefs. I darted a
    hand down to my groin; my briefs were drenched, and from the smooth,
    sticky consistency I knew that it was semen. The dream had caused me to
    ejaculate - a lot.

    Angela drew her hand from behind her back, rubbing her fingers together
    and staring at them intently. She, too, realised that the fluid was semen.

    "A wet dream?" she softly asked me.

    I sighed in embarrassment. "Apparently so," I replied. My groin had been
    pressed tightly against her backside as I dreamed, and some of the
    watery pre-cum and semen must have soaked through my underwear and onto
    her panties.

    I arose and went to the bathroom to clean up the mess, still stunned by
    what had occurred. I returned to the bedroom and slid a fresh pair of
    briefs on.

    "Is everything okay, baby?" Angela asked as I slid back into bed. I knew
    what she was referring to; she was worried about if I had hurt or
    damaged the healing incision in my penis.

    "Yeah, it's okay, baby," I told her sullenly. "I had a look in the
    bathroom. Everything's fine."

    "You didn't get hard at all, did you?" she asked.

    "No, hun," I replied. "Those fucking pills are still working. I wasn't
    hard at all."

    "What did you dream about?" she inquired.

    "I can't remember," I replied - a little too quickly. Even to me it
    sounded lame, and I inwardly cringed.

    "Don't lie to me, Michael," she said quietly. "Whatever you dreamed
    about made you so aroused that you were able to have a wet dream - even
    though you weren't hard. I want to know what the dream was. It's
    important to me."

    I closed my eyes. "Can I tell you tomorrow?"

    "No - by the morning you will have forgotten most of it. Tell me now."

    I doubted I would forget that dream in a hurry. I sighed again - I was
    cornered. I acceded to her request, and I recounted the dream in soft,
    halting detail, omitting nothing. Angela lay beside me and listened
    intently. When I had finished my account, she smiled softly and kissed me.

    "Thank you, honey," she said. "Okay - well, firstly, I'm not surprised
    that you had a wet dream; it's been six weeks since you last ejaculated,
    and it was bound to happen sooner or later, honey. So don't be
    embarrassed about it, okay?"

    I smiled wanly and nodded.

    "Secondly, I'm very aware that the notion of me screwing another man has
    a huge impact on you, and that it's probably your biggest turn-on. As
    I've always told you, I'm more than fine with that fantasy, honey, and I
    can certainly understand it. Jesus, I use it on you myself, so don't
    be shy about telling me any dreams or thoughts that you have about it,
    no matter how kinky or extreme they are, okay?"

    I nodded again.

    "Thirdly? I'll play amateur psychiatrist, and say that I can see that
    there's a lot of things in that dream that reflect the current situation
    - for example, I'm guessing that the cards going inexplicably blank and
    wilting is perhaps symbolic of how the medication is keeping you soft.
    The same with you not being able to move or speak as you watched me.
    That dream just blended your inability to have a hard-on with your
    cuckold fantasy - very intensely."

    "You're probably right," I said quietly.

    "I'd really like to talk about a lot of the other things that you
    mentioned, but not right now - it's too late and I'm in a coma and can't
    think straight, honey. Can we talk about it tomorrow?"

    "Sure, baby" I replied.

    She gave me an inquiring look. "Did you actually climax?"

    I shrugged. "I don't know. Being asleep, it was kinda hard to tell. But
    I think I did." In fact, I did feel a warm post-climax glow in my loins.

    Angela cocked her head to one side. "Really? That's interesting. Very
    interesting. We just might have to have a chat about that, too. But
    let's get some shut-eye, huh? I have an early start tomorrow, honey."

    I nodded, and she touched the metal base of the lamp and the room was
    plunged back into darkness. She kissed me again, and our faces remained
    pressed gently together on the pillows.

    "I love you, baby" she whispered.

    "I love you, too" I replied.

    There was silence for about twenty seconds, and then she quietly asked:
    "Did you enjoy watching him fuck me?"

    "Yes," I answered softly.

    I felt a soft grin flood her face.

    We drifted back off to sleep in eachother's arms.
     
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  2. ukresearcher

    ukresearcher New Member

    I loved it.

    Brilliant. Beautifully written. I particularly admire the way you have taken the luxury of fully developing your characters. My kind of story.
     
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  3. don_jetman

    don_jetman Well-Known Member Founding Member

    My kind of story as well - I wish I had written it. Although Micky D has been absent for a while, I think his talent makes this a classic in the genre. I'll post another when I get time to reformat it. Thanks, Micky.
     
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  4. peakmb

    peakmb New Member

    I think this story deserves a second airing here Don. I just hope you have managed to secure an ending for it though. Mickey D was always so frustrating in that respect, perhaps he even meant to be so. If not, maybe we should all try to write one when the time comes ...
     
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  5. davey

    davey New Member

    This is a awesome story and one I've loved for a long time. I actually have alot more of it than whats here. Were you planning on posting the rest or did you even have the rest? I don't have the finished product or anything (not sure he ever finished it) but I have a good bit more.
     
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  6. don_jetman

    don_jetman Well-Known Member Founding Member

    Unfortunately, I've never seen more of this story. Davey, if you have more of it, I'd be very grateful if you'd either post it or send me a copy for my collection. If you wish, I'd be glad to post the rest in this thread after receiving it. I do believe I have the complete "Good Things Come in Small Packages". At least the last part ends with "The End". I'll have to reformat it before posting.

    As I recall, there were quite a few readers who became upset when Micky D never completed this one. I can sympathize, but honestly, I've learned to appreciate what I can get from adult-genre cyber-writers, especially when the writing is this good. Many great stories went unfinished on the alt.sex.stories groups when I first found them over ten years ago. But these writers' work is charity - no pay, hard work (to do it well), all for fleeting fame that also includes its share of jeers and anonymous threats, especially in fetish niches like cuckolding and hotwifing. That said, I'm still trying to find Alcibade...

    Don
     
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  7. davey

    davey New Member

    Ok it had been a while since I read it but I looked and found there is alot more to the story. A Lot! That should be good news for some of you fans. Man I'd do almost anything to see him finish this masterpiece! Ok enough of my words, on to the treat that is Micky D!
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    Chapter 6
    Angela and I didn't get a chance to talk about my lascivious dream until the evening after the next. We'd had visitors the night after I'd had my dream, and we had gone to bed very late and very tired. The next evening we were gloriously alone. At around 10:00pm, and after we were sure we wouldn't get any more unexpected guests, Angela suggested that we take a long relaxing soak in the spa. The spa was an extravagance that I'd added to her gym room downstairs.

    We gratefully climbed into the warm water. Angela had retrieved two beers from our refrigerator, and she handed me one as we sat letting the warmth of the spa soak into us.

    We chatted about the usual stuff for about ten minutes, and then she sent me a long appraising stare accompanied by a soft smile. "So, honey," she began. I knew it was time for our little chat about my dream. "Did you really climax the other night?"

    "I think I did," I replied. "Like I said - being asleep it was kinda hard to tell."

    She nodded. "Yeah. Did you know you were actually humping me?"

    That took me by surprise. "No - I wasn't aware that I was."

    "That's what woke me up," she said. "You were moaning in your sleep and softly grinding yourself against my ass. I thought that there was something wrong with the cut."

    I blushed slightly. "Jesus - I'm sorry, baby!"

    Angela brushed my cheek gently with the back of her hand. "Don't be sorry, honey. You were asleep, and I was just worried when I heard you moaning." She took a swig of her beer. "I did some checking on the Internet the other day. It's quite possible for a man to have an orgasm even if his dick isn't hard. It's far more difficult to achieve, and the man has to be extremely aroused - but it's quite possible. So you may very well have actually climaxed as you dreamed."

    I sent her a rueful grimace. "Just my luck to be asleep while it happened," I grunted.

    Angela gave a soft laugh. "True enough! But think of it as a good sign, honey: everything's still working just fine, by the looks."

    "Rogers told me that the head of it - my glans - was hardly damaged at all," I told her. "He said that the nerves are okay. So I guess that if I was grinding it into your backside, then there might have been enough stimulation to make me climax even though I was still soft."

    "And the dream you were having obviously excited you a lot," Angela replied. Her face became thoughtful for a few seconds. "He's just worried about you having an actual erection, isn't he? Mr. Rogers, I mean."

    I nodded. "Yeah. He told me that I needed to avoid any trauma to the shaft - no erections or anything else that would cause the wound to open up, or to screw things up internally."

    "You mean no jerking or pulling it?"

    I shrugged. "So he said."

    "But your glans is essentially fine now? That part's okay, isn't it?"

    I nodded again, wondering what she was driving at. "I guess so. If I was able to cum in my sleep the other night, and everything's still okay, then it seems to be."

    Angela took another swig of her beer and glanced thoughtfully at me for a few seconds. "Why don't we see, honey?"

    "Huh?" I grunted.

    Angela flashed me a smile. "Why don't we try to reproduce what happened during your dream, and see if we can make you climax again?"

    I looked at her. "What do you mean?"

    "Well, are you sure that you can't get a hard-on? I mean, are you sure that no matter what you do, you can't get an erection because you're taking those pills?"

    I gave a perplexed nod. "I haven't even come close to being hard since it happened - no matter how aroused I am, as you probably know, hun." I had, in fact, attempted on several occasions to see if I could at least start to harden in response to stimulation, just to see it I could. But no matter how much I tried, I remained flaccid and limp. The evil little pills were certainly doing their job.

    "So," Angela added. "What about if I was to softly caress and stroke just your glans - no jerking or pulling the shaft. I wonder if that'd be enough to make you climax, honey - especially if I was to tease you a little as I did it."

    A little electric jolt passed through me. The thought of her caressing me after so long without any such contact made me tingle. The ever-present carnal buzz inside me quickly went into high gear.

    "In fact," Angela continued with a suggestive smile. "As I did it, we could play a little game of Questions and Answers. Then we'd really be able to explore your kinky little dream, wouldn't we, hmm?"

    I nodded eagerly. Questions and Answers was a lascivious little word game that Angela and I played every now and again - a little like Truth or Dare, except that there were no dares involved. The rules were simple: One of us asked the other a question, and the other had to answer truthfully, usually with a simple yes or no - although often the questions needed a more open answer. It was almost like a gentle sexual interrogation. Angela loved to play this game in order to explore the darker side of our desires and fantasies. It was one of her favorite post-coital ploys that she used during pillowtalk, and to be honest I loved to play it because it always led to some extremely hot and erotic conversation.

    "I'd love to try that," I replied quietly.

    Angela's smile widened. "When we talk about your dream, I'm gonna ask you some very kinky questions about it, okay? You promise to answer me truthfully?"

    I nodded again. One of the unspoken rules of the game was that nothing was taboo, and that practically any question was allowed, and it had to be answered honestly. "Do you want to do it now?" I asked her.

    She shook her head. "It's too awkward in the tub. We'll wait until we're done in here, hun, and then we'll go and have a nice, long chat about it in the lounge."

    "Okay - I'm ready when you are!" I said in what was only half mock-enthusiasm.

    My wife giggled. "You've waited six weeks, lover! I'm sure you can hold on for another few minutes!"

    Angela craftily changed the subject right then, and we lazed in the spa for another ten minutes or so, talking about this and that. Because it was already late in the evening, we both just put on our dressing gowns rather than getting completely re-dressed. We headed upstairs into the lounge-room and made ourselves comfortable on the couch. The wicked little buzz in my loins was practically screaming. Angela could sense my eager anticipation.

    "Ready to play the game, lover?" she asked me. I nodded hungrily.

    She grinned. "Untie your dressing gown, honey."

    I loosened the cloth strap around my waist, and Angela reached across to peel the gown open; my pubic region became exposed to her gaze. She rose from the couch and sank to her knees in front of me, placing her hands on my knees and parting them.

    She looked up at me. "You're sure that you won't get hard, baby

    "I'm sure, hun," I replied.

    "If you even harden a little, I'll stop, okay? Slide down a bit, honey."

    I pushed my hips down and outward, so that I was almost slumped with my backside was just hanging off the cushion. Excitement fluttered through me.

    "That's it," Angela told me. "Now I can get to you properly..."

    She moved between my knees and reached down with her left hand to gently lift my cock. I uttered a soft gasp; although she had occasionally changed my bandages for me when I'd still had the sutures in, she had obviously not touched or caressed me in a sexual manner. This was the first time that she had actually fondled me in over seven months. As she held my penis upright in her left hand, she extended the forefinger of her right hand and placed it on the incredibly sensitive spot just under my glans. She began to softly massage the tip of her finger underneath me, making rapid little circles. Little sparks went off in my loins.

    Angela looked up at me. "Feel good, baby?"

    "Jesus, yeah!" I softly gasped. Normally I would have begun to get hard long before this, and with the delicious waves that her swirling fingertip was sending through me, I should have hardened instantly. But my cock stayed disconcertingly limp. For some weird reason, I was surprised to find that this in itself was a turn-on.

    "Good," my wife replied softly. "Let's start the game, honey."

    *****

    "Okay," she said. "So in your dream, you said I was very scantily dressed?"

    "Yep." I replied. As I have mentioned, I had told her the main particulars of the dream I'd had right after it happened, but not all of the fine details.

    "How scantily?" she asked.

    "You were wearing a very tight dress - a red one. Very short."

    "How short?" she inquired.

    "I could almost see your pussy when you stood up."

    "Ahh." she intoned. "That short. What else was I wearing?"

    "Your red high-heels - the ones with the stiletto heel."

    "What bra did I have on?"

    "You weren't wearing one."

    "No panties either?"

    "No - no panties either. Nothing underneath." I confirmed.

    "So I was dressed liked a complete little slut?"

    "Yes."

    She smiled and tilted her head slightly. "What about the man you were playing poker with - what was he wearing?"

    "A black shirt, I think. And a pair of casual slacks - something like that. I didn't take much notice."

    "Was he older than you?"

    "No."

    "So he was younger than you, then?"

    "Yes."

    "How much younger?"

    Her question made me think; I suddenly recalled that I had sensed that the shadowy guy in my dream had been younger than I was. "Mid-twenties. Maybe younger."

    Angela smiled. "Ahh... so he was a lot younger than you, then?"

    "Yes."

    "Did that excite you? Imagining a younger man fancying me?"

    "Yes."

    "What about when you bet me in the game. How did I react? Did I tell you not to bet me?"

    "No. You didn't say anything."

    "Was I angry?"

    "No - not at all. You just smiled at me, as if you thought it were funny. Or even that you wanted to be a prize in the game."

    "Ah-hah!" Angela breathed, "And how did that make you feel?"

    "Hot."

    "What did I do when you lost?"

    "You stood up and kinda smirked at me. You told me I shouldn't have bet if I couldn't back it up."

    "And how did I sound?" Angela inquired.

    I again thought for a few seconds. "Bitchy."

    "Bitchy?" she said, raising an eyebrow.

    "Yes."

    "Did that excite you?"

    "Yes, it did - a lot."

    Angela digested this information for a few seconds. "And then I walked over to the guy whose face you couldn't see, and who'd just 'won' me?"

    "Yes."

    "What happened then?"

    "You asked him if he was going to take you."

    "'Take me'? You mean if he was going to fuck me?"

    "Uh-huh." I confirmed. He swirling fingertip was sending continual waves of pleasure through my loins.

    "Did he undress me?"

    "No. You undressed yourself - because he told you to."

    "Ah, I see. So he told me to strip, and I did it?" Angela inquired.

    "Yes."

    "And how did that make you feel? Seeing me undress in front of him because he told me to?"

    "Very hot."

    She continued very gently rubbing and massaging underneath my glans as this deliciously lewd interrogation continued. My member remained paradoxically limp despite the tingling waves of pleasure her fingertip was sending through me. She delicately probed all the events that had occurred in my dream, wanting to know even the minor details. When we got to the part about her kneeling in front of him and her deep-throating him, she seemed especially interested.

    "So I just knelt there as he slid his cock into my mouth?" she asked.

    "Yes," I told her.

    "Was I jerking him off or anything?"

    "No - you just knelt there with your hands at your side as his hips went back and forth." I said.

    Her mischievous grin warned me that she was about to say something very crude. "So I basically let him use my mouth like a cunt?"

    I gasped. "Yes!"

    "Did I lick his cock?"

    "Not really," I replied. "But you drooled a lot."

    "Drooled?"

    "Yes. You had drool trickling down your chin."

    "A little, or a lot?"

    "A lot," I replied. "So much that it dripped onto your tits."

    "Ahh!" Angela said. "And did that turn you on?"

    "Yes, it did - very much," I admitted.

    "See, that's something I didn't know turned you on." Angela said softly. She looked up at me and leaned down so that her face was directly over my flaccid member. She worked her mouth for a second or two, and then extended her tongue. A creamy ball of her saliva slowly rolled down and landed on the head of my cock.

    "Did it look like that, honey," she asked me.

    "Jesus Christ, yes!" I panted loudly. Her saliva tricked slowly down one side of my glans.

    She smiled sweetly at me, and then lowered her mouth to my cock. She sucked the head softly between her lips, and my hips jerked as the creamy warmth of her mouth enveloped me. For the first time in over seven months she was sucking me! I moaned softly.

    She winked at me, and I could feel the tip of her tongue slithering wetly under my glans, zeroing in on that sensitive spot underneath. She did this for maybe ten seconds before she withdrew my cock from her lips - but instead of breaking contact completely, she kept her lower lip seesawing against the underside of my glans, her jaw moving steadily from side to side. This actually enabled her to continue to talk to me even as her soft, warm bottom lip rasped continually against me. I uttered another gasp of pleasure.

    "Did that feel good, honey?" she asked.

    "Christ, yeah!" I answered tightly.

    She giggled. "It's been so long since I took you into my mouth, Lover. Now - what happened next in your dream?"

    And so the little game continued - me answering her questions as her lower lip steadily sawed at the underside of my glans. Whenever she did stop to ask a long question, or to make a long observation, her index finger instantly took over, gently massaging and sliding wetly under me. We reached the point in my dream where Angela had lowered herself onto the table. My legs were now trembling.

    "So I looked up at you with my face upside-down, and told you that he was gonna fuck me?" she asked.

    "Yes," I replied.

    "Anything else?"

    "You giggled about it."

    "Like this?" She uttered a soft, sexy giggle.

    "Fuck, yes! Just like that."

    "What else did I say?"

    "You begged him to fuck you."

    "Did I just?" Angela replied. "Was I more bitchy, or less bitchy than before?"

    "More bitchy," I panted. "You told him you needed to be fucked."

    "I'm sure I did," My wife replied. "Did it excite you that I was being so mean and bitchy?"

    "Yes."

    "What was he doing?"

    "He was sliding the bottom of his cock along your pussy - kinda teasing you to make you want it. He asked you if I had fucked you recently."

    "And what did I say?"

    "You said that I hadn't fucked you in months."

    "Well, that part's true, honey," she replied with a wink. "How did that make you feel?"

    "It just made me hotter! I could feel myself getting a hard-on."

    "Ah!" Angela said. "So in your dream you got the hard-on that you can't get for real?"

    "Yes."

    "What happened next?"

    I was panting in earnest now. "He made you reach down and guide his cock between your pussy lips."

    Angela giggled. "Mmm, very kinky! And then he slid his cock into me?"

    "Yes!" I replied.

    "And he started fucking me?"

    "Yes! Slowly!" I gasped.

    "Did I keep teasing you as he fucked me?"

    "Yes!"

    "What kind of things did I say?" Angela asked softly. I looked down and watched her lower lip rasping wetly under my glans.

    "You kept telling me how hard he was." I panted.

    "What else?"

    "You told him that he didn't need to 'win' you," I said shakily. "You told him that he could've just asked, and I would have given you to him."

    "Ahh... That was very kinky and bitchy of me! What did he say?"

    "He just kinda laughed. He told you that I liked watching him fuck you. He somehow knew I was hard at that moment, and he told you."

    "And what did I say?" Angela asked, tilting her head slightly to one side.

    "You said I could only get hard if I watched someone else fucking you."

    Angela's eyes lit up, as if in sudden enlightenment. "Ahhh! And how did that make you feel?"

    "It made me shake!"

    "What happened then?"

    "He started fucking you - harder and harder!"

    "What sort of things was I saying as he fucked me?" Angela asked enticingly.

    "You told him how big and hard he was. He asked you if you'd rather have my cock inside you instead..."

    Angela giggled. "And let me guess - I said no?"

    "Yes," I replied shakily, "You told him you wanted his cock"

    "Mmm, that was bitchy of me, wasn't it honey?" Angela grinned wickedly.

    "Jesus, yes it was!"

    "I bet that excited you though, didn't it?"

    "Uh-huh!" I confirmed. Her lower lip rasped wetly under my glans with greater fervor. The combination of her constant but gentle ministrations and her wickedly carnal questions was causing a hot tension at the base of my cock. I thought I felt the first stirrings of climax building deep in my loins. I uttered another soft, almost desperate moan.

    Angela knew that we had come to the part of the dream that had aroused me the most; her sawing lower lip began caressing me a little faster, and her voice became even more sultry, almost teasing.

    She giggled again. "So you sat there, with your poor cock all hard, and you had to listen to me telling another man that I wanted his nice big hard cock instead of yours?"

    "Yes!" I groaned.

    "You do realise that if it happened for real now, you wouldn't even be able to get hard would you, honey? You'd just have to sit there, all soft, and watch as he fucked me with his powerful cock, wouldn't you?"

    "YES!" I almost shrieked. The wickedly kinky image that she'd just outlined slithered through me like a lascivious drug; the hot, urgent tension at the root of my cock tightened even more. Her warm, slippery lower lip chaffed insistently under my glans.

    "Ahh! Is that thought making you hot, baby? Your cock staying soft as someone else fucks me?"

    "Jesus fuck, YES!" I groaned. Another warm flutter rippled through my loins. I looked down to see that front of her dressing gown had parted, and her breasts peeked out at me. Her nipples were hard, and this just aroused me even more.

    Angela slid out her moist pink tongue, and flicked it rapidly under my soft glans for a few seconds. I moaned sharply as new waves of ecstasy rippled down my shaft, watching her beautiful face and her sparkling eyes. She withdrew her hot tongue and immediately continued sawing and rasping me with her lower lip again.

    "I see," she said in that silky, soft voice. "So if I were to go out one night and find myself a playmate, it'd drive you wild to sit here and watch me play with him, lover? Knowing that you couldn't get your little pecker hard for me?"

    "Oh, Christ, yeah!" The phrase little pecker hit me like a lascivious freight train.

    "Ah!" she grinned, zooming right in. "Does it make you hot if I say that you have a little cock, lover?"

    "YES!"

    Angela gave a soft chuckle: "How about a little, useless cock?"

    "FUCK, YES!" I blurted. Hearing her say that made my hips literally buck. Climax swirled distantly in my upper thighs.

    She stifled a giggle. "So you wouldn't mind if I told him that my husband couldn't get his tiny, pathetic little pecker up for me anymore?"

    "No!"

    "Could I tell him that because my tiny-cocked little hubby was always soft, I was desperate for a good, long, hard fucking?"

    "Oh, God, do it!" I exclaimed. I could now definitely feel orgasm hovering nearer, dancing closer, and then skipping teasingly away. The waves of pleasure from Angela's constantly reciprocating lower lip rippled through me.

    She now sensed that I was close. "And how about if I even started making fun of you? Telling him that you were just my 'little softy'..." She uttered another short, wicked giggle.

    I looked down at her and groaned. "Oh my God, yes!"

    Angela carried on. "That wouldn't bother you would it, honey? If me and my sexy playmate had a good, long chuckle about my limp-dick little hubby?"

    "NO! It wouldn't bother me!"

    "Wouldn't that be bitchy of me, lover?" she asked sweetly.

    "Yes!"

    "But you like me being a nasty little bitch, don't you?"

    "Oh, Jesus, YES!" I wailed thinly.

    Angela tried another tack: "Of course, if I was going to be a real bitch, I'd make sure that he was young, honey. Early twenties, maybe. Full of energy! Do you think that some horny young stud would like to get into my knickers, lover?"

    "Yes!"

    "Do you think he'd be able to give me what I need, honey?"

    "Yes, he would!" I almost screamed. I could feel the long-forgotten tightening of muscles in my loins. I was so close!

    Angela winked up at me. "And what do I need, lover?"

    "A good, hard FUCK! A big hard cock deep in your pussy!" I was stunned to hear myself say it.

    "That's exactly what I need!" Angela confirmed lasciviously. "Just imagine, honey - me spreading my legs for some fit and frisky young guy almost half your age. Mmmm! That wouldn't bother you, would it, baby?

    "NO!"

    "I bet he wouldn't have any trouble getting hard for me, would he?"

    "No he wouldn't! Oh, please keep going! PLEASE!"

    "He'd be so young and hot and horny that he'd probably fuck me all night long, over and over and over!"

    "Do it! DO IT!" I yelled. Orgasm fluttered even closer!

    "Do it?" Angela giggled. "I'd let him do me - any way he wanted, honey, and right in front of you!" Angela gleefully continued. "He could do me doggie, or with me sitting on his lap facing him so he could lick and suck my tits." She gave a brief chuckle. "Well, your tits, but I'll share them, honey! And of course I'd let him fuck me as I lay on my back with my soft, smooth legs wrapped around his hips - so he could really drive his rock-hard cock so very deep inside me as you helplessly watch! Yum!"

    "OH JESUS, YES! PLEASE!" I practically screamed. It was going to happen! I was close to tears as climax slowly teetered on the very brink! Angela's sparkling eyes flashed up at me as her bottom lip rasped against me even harder and faster.

    "And as he fucks me?" Angela purred. "You're going to hear me to beg and pant and scream out how big and hard he is! And you'll have to sit and listen and watch with your poor little cock all limp and soft and fucking useless as I finally get the good, hard fucking I deserve! If I was feeling really bitchy, I might even tell you to hold my legs open for him while he's fucking me!"

    Her last two sentences did it! Climax literally tore through me, cutting its heady way through my upper thighs to explode at the base of my cock, sending tendrils of sheer ecstasy though my whole body! Angela felt my climax begin; I didn't squirt - I flowed - and she quickly took my glans between her lips and sucked it. She stared deeply into my eyes as she literally milked me with her soft, warm, sucking mouth. She gave me a slow, teasing wink as her tongue firmly rasped the underside of my glans, spiraling me away beyond the ceiling and up through the roof, faster and faster, ever upwards. I screamed her name, over and over and over...

    *****

    When I came back down to earth, Angela was still softly sucking me. I was literally gasping for breath, and my whole body shook and trembled. She gazed up at me, her eyes alight. She let my cock slide gently from her lips.

    "Mmmm, you taste so yummy, lover," she whispered softly. "Was that good, baby?"

    I went to answer her, but I could only utter a croak. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Never so good," I squeaked.

    "Did you cum hard, baby?"

    I nodded. "It was the most powerful orgasm I've ever had!" I whispered truthfully.

    Angela's face lit up with a smile. "Mmm, good, baby! I know it's been so long since it's happened."

    She rose up from her knees and leaned in to embrace me, kissing me softly but very deeply; I could taste myself on her lips. I was still panting and trembling, and Angela slid back onto the couch beside me. She sat beside me for a few minutes as I slowly caught my breath, and she then arose and got us a drink from the kitchen.

    We spent the next half-hour softly talking about what had just occurred, and about the dream in general. Angela was typically inquisitive, wanting to know how it felt as she had fondled and caressed me to climax, and which of her questions had excited me the most. I held nothing back - I was still floating in the soft haze of afterglow, and it was easy to be candid.

    "So, baby?" she finally said. "The thought of me screwing another guy while you're taking the medication to keep you limp is really making you that hot?"

    I waited a few seconds before answering her. "Yes - it is," I finally told her softly.

    She nodded and gave me a tender smile. "I think that was the part that excited you most - you really began shaking as soon as I mentioned that bit, and your balls tightened, as well."

    "Well, I have no idea why it turns me on so much - but it does," I told her.

    "One thing surprised me," she announced, "And that's how much you enjoyed me being so bitchy."

    I blushed slightly. "I guess it's all to do with the tease, maybe," I replied. "And in a lotta ways it fits in with that whole fantasy. Imagining you being like that and saying things like that is extremely erotic."

    She grinned impishly. "So I see, lover. I'll make good use of that in future, too!"

    I smiled. "Oh, I have no doubt that you will."

    She gave me a long look, and then said: "Do you still think about me doing it for real? Sleeping with someone else, I mean?"

    "All the time," I replied. "A lot more since the accident, I guess."

    "So it'd really excite you if I did do it for real? Even though you're taking those damned pills to keep you soft, I mean?"

    "Yes," I affirmed. "I think that because I can't have real intercourse with you right now that it's even more intense than usual."

    "So what would you say if I told you that Debbie's sister is having her Hen's night next Friday, and that they've invited me to go. I told them that I probably couldn't make it - but I can soon change my mind. Would it drive you wild if I went, honey?"

    A soft quiver of excitement danced through me. "It would drive me absolutely fucking insane," I replied softly.

    My wife sent me a half-smile. "I have absolutely no doubt that it would; after seeing your reaction to some of the things I told you tonight, I am fully aware of what it would do to you."

    "If you did go, I'd be wondering what you're doing - all night," I mused in a trembling voice. "Where's she having her Hen's night?"

    "At a club in town, honey," Angela told me. Her eyes suddenly sparkled. "You do know how wild and uninhibited a bunch of frisky girls can get at a Hen's night, don't you?"

    I nodded. "Yes," My mouth suddenly felt dry.

    "And if I do go, you know that there'll probably be a ton of horny young guys trying to hit on us too, don't you?"

    "I'm sure there would be," I panted.

    Angela's sexy grin widened. "And what about if some hot young guy tried picking me up at the club, lover? Would you want me to be a good girl - or a bad girl?" Angela asked in a silky voice.

    An almost deliciously masochistic quiver slithered through my loins. "Are you asking me if it's okay for you to make this really happen?" I asked, my stomach fluttering.

    Angela smiled sweetly. "I guess I am - yes."

    My stomach suddenly did flip-flops. After playing with the idea of bringing the fantasy to life for so long, it had finally come down to this moment. A lecherous wave of desire and lust pounded through me.

    "You'd really go through with it?" I asked shakily.

    "Oh, yeah, honey," she replied. "I would."

    "Then maybe you should do it," I heard myself tell her softly. My legs had gone shaky.

    She smiled. "Maybe I should. But before I do, have you really thought it through? If I do decide to make it happen, have you thought about later on, after it's actually happened?"

    I paused for a few seconds; Angela was offering to make my most lascivious and hot fantasy become real. I knew that she would never do it if it threatened our relationship in any way. I finally nodded. "Yes - I have."

    "You'll be able to handle it okay?"

    I nodded again and swallowed what little saliva I had left in my mouth. "It won't change how you feel for me, will it?"

    "Of course not, baby!" she replied. "I would be doing it mostly because it's been a fantasy of yours for so long. I would not be doing it because I want out of our marriage. I love you Michael, and if I do decide to make it real for you, it'll be done mainly for that reason."

    "I know that, baby," I told her. "I love you too, and I know what you mean."

    "Well, we'll talk about it a lot more later, okay? If we do go through with it, I want to know that it's really what you want, baby."

    I nodded. "Can I ask you a few questions?" I inquired.

    "Fire away, honey."

    "Are you still missing actual intercourse?"

    "Yes - I miss it a lot." she replied, and then short-circuited me by asking: "Do you want to know if us not being able to have penetrative sex is making me hot for other men?"

    I swallowed. "I guess so, yes."

    She pondered for a few seconds. "It's certainly making me think about intercourse a lot more - but not necessarily with other men."

    "But you have thought about doing it with someone else?"

    "Honestly? Yes - I have." She gave me a long, almost abashed look. "Not very often I might add, but I admit I do think about it if I see a really good-looking guy." She again paused for a moment and sent me a teasing half-smile. "And after tonight, what would you say if I was to think about it a lot more? Do you think I could find myself a hot little playmate at the club next Friday?"

    I swallowed sharply again. "I'm sure you could."

    "Well, as I said," she replied. "We'll talk about it a bit more before Friday - just to give you time to really think it over, honey."

    I nodded again. My heart was pounding.

    She suddenly uttered a low chuckle. "Hmm, I just thought of a sneaky little plan..."

    "What is it?" I eagerly asked.

    She shook her head. "Never mind - it'll be a surprise, lover! Telling you now would spoil it - but just know that if I do go to the Hen's night and if I do happen to hook-up with someone next Friday, then afterwards you'll be sure to know exactly what happened," She finished with a wink.

    I tried to wheedle the plan from her, but Angela refused to budge - except to say that it would excite me a lot. She then gave me a sexy look, and said:

    "And by the way? I finished my period yesterday, honey, as you probably guessed." Her smile turned into a leer and she lifted the hem of her dressing gown suggestively. "Fancy a nice, juicy taco, baby?" she asked.

    After the little chat we'd just had, I sure as hell did! Our previous positions on the couch were reversed - this time with me doing the kneeling and her doing the moaning - and Angela's clenched fingers in my hair soon guided me to exactly where she wanted me.

    As I ate her creamy cunt, my mind was torridly thinking about what Angela could get up to at the Hen's night next Friday - with a lot of justification, as it turned out.

    *****
     
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    Chapter 7
    "How do I look, honey?" my wife asked me.

    I quickly turned my attention from the television show that I had been watching and focused my gaze on Angela as she stood framed in the lounge-room doorway. My hungry eyes slowly floated over her a couple of times, from eye-line to ankle.

    "You look absolutely gorgeous," I finally told her.

    And she did. It was 7:00pm on Friday night, and Angela had just finished dressing in preparation for her night out with the girls. Yes - she had decided to go to the Hen's night.

    She was wearing a slinky cream-colored skirt with a hemline that hovered perhaps six or seven inches above her knees. Her torso was encased in what I can best describe as a lacy red top that resembled a glorified sports singlet; it was almost like a snug fitting corset which had been sewn onto the bottom of a bikini bra, and it hung over her shoulders on spaghetti-thin straps. The neckline wasn't overly deep but it still offered the observer a generous glimpse of cleavage, and the cup of her breasts was amply evident under the swell of the taut, sculpted material. A loose black jacket and black high heels completed the ensemble.

    Angela had also outdone herself in the bathroom; she had blow-waved her long blonde tresses into soft undulating waves. She didn't need a lot of make-up at the best of times, but tonight she had enhanced her dazzling green eyes with mascara and eye-shadow, and her lips gleamed moistly with soft red lipstick. Angela had made the most of the recent late spring sunshine, and her freshly-shaven legs glowed with a modest tan.

    Gazing at her, the overall effect of her alluring attire was sophisticated and classy - but absolutely sexy. Seductive was the first word that sprang to mind. She smiled at me and turned a playful pirouette, and I drank in the sight of her tight calf muscles and her curvaceous backside that resembled an inverted cartoon heart. The wicked little carnal buzz began hammering at me yet again.

    "Do you like my new top, honey?" she asked when she had completed her pirouette.

    "Very nice," I replied truthfully.

    "I picked it up yesterday," she informed me. Her eyes flashed. "I don't need to wear a bra under it," she added, almost playfully. "It has one kinda built in to it."

    I nodded and swallowed involuntarily. My wife sent me a knowing smile and strode over to where I was sitting. She sank down to perch herself on my lap. Her rich perfume enveloped me, and the warmth of her thighs pressed onto mine.

    "Are you still okay with this, baby?" she asked softly, sliding her arm around my neck. "You're okay with me going to the Hen's night?"

    I slowly nodded. "Yeah, hun - I'm perfectly fine with it. If I seem jumpy, it's just because..." I hesitated.

    "Because you're thinking about what I might do tonight, lover?" Angela smoothly added, completing my sentence.

    "Yes."

    "And you're still perfectly okay with me having a little fun if I get the chance, honey?"

    I nodded again. "Yes. Jesus, do you have any idea what the thought is doing to me?"

    Angela's lilting smile widened. "Oh, yes, honey. I know it's been a fantasy of yours for a long time, honey - and I know what it's doing to you to think about it possibly becoming real." She paused for a second. "Especially now," she added. I knew she was referring to my inability to get an erection, and I drew a sharp, excited breath.

    We had, in fact, discussed her jaunt to the Hen's night on several occasions in the last five days. Angela had wanted to be sure that I was ready for this final leap into unknown territory. She had again made it absolutely clear that if she did do anything tonight, then it was because she loved me, and because she wanted to let me experience my fantasy at the ultimate level. She had also told me that she was very pleased and gratified that I had enough faith and confidence in our love to allow her the chance to play outside of our marriage.

    She did, however, also admit that the notion of her engaging in some illicit sex was extremely enticing. This admission naturally augmented my own arousal. I had excitedly asked her several more questions about how much the thought of finding a lover turned her on - but she had coyly deflected my queries, apart from teasingly telling me that it had been seven months since she'd had sexual intercourse, and that my dream had perhaps been right - she just might need it.

    She now squirmed on my lap and her smile became a sexy little leer. "So will you be thinking about me while I'm out tonight, baby?"

    "Oh, yeah - constantly!" I answered. My excited tone underscored my reply

    "Well, just keep thinking about me until I get home, honey," Angela playfully said. "I'm sure you'll wait up for me," She winked and kissed me softly. She arose to her feet. "Well, I suppose I'd better head off."

    I swallowed again and nodded, getting to my feet and following her into the kitchen. She picked up her car keys and large leather purse.

    "You won't drink too much tonight, will you?" I asked her.

    She shook her head. "No, baby - three standard drinks will be my limit tonight. I'm not risking my driver's licence."

    She started to slide her purse into an inner pocket of her jacket. She paused thoughtfully for a few seconds before drawing it back out, sending me a playful smile.

    "I also picked something else up yesterday, too," she said mischievously. She opened the purse, and lifted out a small cardboard box. My heart suddenly pounded.

    "I thought I'd better get some - just in case," she playfully chirped. I glanced down at the small packet of condoms before she slid them back into her purse.

    "Oh my God!" I uttered in a tight voice. The buzz clicked up about ten notches.

    Angela giggled. "I though that might get your attention!" she purred. She tucked her purse into the pocket inside her jacket.

    "You know that I'm going to be a fucking wreck when you get home don't you?" I whispered huskily to her. She leaned in and kissed me. Her warm, moist tongue slithered over my lips.

    "I'll make sure of it, honey," she replied smoothly. "Well, I'm gonna head off, lover. If I run into any problems, I'll give you a quick call to let you know."

    I nodded. My pulse was still racing.

    She embraced me, and kissed me again. "I should be home at around midnight, or even a little later, okay?"

    "Okay."

    "I love you, Michael."

    "I love you too, Angie."

    Her broad grin reappeared. "Have fun tonight, lover."

    "I'll try. You have fun, too," I replied tightly.

    "Oh, I'll certainly try, honey!" she playfully quipped. She gave me a soft final kiss and strode to the front door. She was half way out when she turned back to face me. "Oh! By the way? If I do happen to meet a hot little playmate tonight, I'm still going to go though with that little plan I told you about the other night - so I might have a little surprise for you when I get home. See you later tonight, lover!" With a final teasing wink, she was gone. The front door shut with a thump of finality.

    As I listened to her high-heels clicking down the front steps, I wondered about her last remark. I had previously tried to find out what her mysterious plan was, but she had teasingly stonewalled me. I listened as her car emitted a muffled bark, and then watched as she reversed down the driveway and drove off - giving my two fruity toots of her car horn in farewell.

    I glanced around the lounge-room with my heart still pounding.

    It was going to be a long, slow, tortuous night.

    *****

    What does one do when one's spouse is out gallivanting and carousing with the full knowledge that she is perfectly at liberty to commit sexual misconduct? I'll tell you - one goes slowly insane with arousal and desire.

    And I can assure you that if you don't even have the means to slake your own lust - as I didn't - then the almost deliciously masochistic anticipation is amplified.

    After Angela had been able to stimulate me to climax with a combination of her gentle oral ministrations accompanied by a lascivious narrative a few nights ago, I had surreptitiously tried to repeat the episode myself whilst she was at work. But to my dismay I found that stimulating myself was not the same as having Angela do it for me. Whether this was due to a mixture of the physical and possibly psychological effects of the medication I was taking, I don't know. I had once read that if you tickled yourself, you couldn't get the same involuntary reaction as if someone else was tickling you - something to do with nerve interactions, or some other medical mumbo-jumbo.

    It was perhaps the same with my current situation; I found that no matter how much I was able to emulate what Angela had done a few nights ago, I could not make myself climax in my flaccid state. It became apparent that in order to reach orgasm, I needed her to do it, and to listen to one of her lewd and incredibly erotic narratives as she did so.

    Angela, evincing her shrewd female intuition, had later offhandedly asked me if I had tried to repeat what she had done. I somewhat guiltily admitted that I had, but that I couldn't duplicate what she had been able to achieve. She had been intrigued, but she had also smiled and added that she found it exquisitely delightful that I could climax - but only if she was doing the stimulating. She had actually sent me a teasing leer and said: "Ah! So no cuming for you until I want you to cum, baby! Isn't that bitchy of me?"

    I had actually asked her to try doing it again - but she smilingly shook her head and wickedly told me that we should maybe wait until she got home on Friday night before trying it again. Angela was well aware just how much this would wind me up - and she was right. Wind me up it did, and it actually excited me even more; Angela and I had occasionally played with mild tease and denial games in the past, which I found to be a huge turn-on. The way we had played it was for her to deny me intercourse, but for me to keep her happy by performing cunnilingus on her.

    But when we had played such games, we had only managed to last three or four days because Angela herself usually became so aroused as I orally pleased her that she would say to hell with the game, and urgently tell me to mount her. Now, however, circumstances were far more conducive to tease and denial play; since Angela couldn't have intercourse with me anyway, she was now far more willing and able to extend the game; she knew just how much it would drive me wild to have to await her pleasure - and so the deliciously wicked carnal circle continued.

    So this was my current situation; I was able to climax - but only at a time of Angela's choosing and with her complete co-operation.

    And now I was sat alone on a Friday evening, waiting at home as my gorgeous wife was attending a bachelorette party, knowing that she had my full permission to indulge her libido if the chance presented itself. And with her looking as gorgeous as she did, I knew it was a fair bet that a chance would indeed present itself; she would suffer no shortage of appreciative male glances tonight. Was it any wonder I felt like I had overdosed on a very potent aphrodisiac?

    I heaved a trembling sigh, and sat down to watch the TV - trying to ignore the lascivious little buzz that vibrated through me like a persistent swarm of lecherous bees.

    I watched TV for a couple of hours or so. I would often glance up at the clock mounted on the wall, only to find that time seemed to wade through a pool of treacle. I arose and played a few games on the PC for another hour or two. Little flitting images of Angela dancing with some hot young guy kept filtering through my thoughts.

    I looked at the clock.

    10:37pm.

    I shut down the PC game, and absentmindedly started a web browser. I was instantly confronted with Google's search page. I pondered for a few moments, and then - led by some weird masochistic urge - I typed in:

    'Hens night sex'.

    I hit the enter key, and Google dutifully responded. A list of web sites featuring mainly porn filled the screen. Almost of its own volition, my finger clicked the left mouse button over one of them.

    I was taken to a page that was laced with images of women merrily reveling at bachelorette parties and hen's nights. Male strippers flitted amongst the carousing ladies, and this seemed to be eagerly received by members of both genders. The gaudy slogans on the site proclaimed things like:

    'Hot, Horny Women Go Wild For Strippers!', and 'Is Your Wife or Girlfriend Inside?', and 'Cradle-Snatching MILFs Crave Big-Cocked Strippers!'

    I could usually either take or leave porn, and actually Angela enjoyed it more than I did. But in my current state I sat almost hungrily drinking in the images of fully clothed women gazing lustfully at well-built guys in various states of dress (or, more accurately, undress). Well-oiled torsos seemed to be the order of the day, and the male strippers' lean, shiny bodies seemed to mesmerize many of the ladies, who for the most part displayed expressions varying from delighted shock all the way up to pure lust. In fact, on the next site I visited there were pictures of women actually performing fellatio on some of the strippers, and licking canned whipped cream from their cocks and so forth. My ever-present buzz intensified, and I gazed at the screen with as much rapt attention as a scientist peering down a microscope.

    There were also video samples on this site. I couldn't help myself; I downloaded one of them. I was startled by what I saw.

    The video footage began by showing what looked to be a dim club bar-room. The camera panned abruptly to the left to show a slim, short-haired woman of about forty years of age. She was bending forward at the waist to lean over the bar, and stepping out of her panties as she did so. Behind her, a young male stripper wearing nothing but a g-string reached down and lifted her skirt over her back. The woman parted her legs, leering over her shoulder at the well-oiled hunk behind her. The stripper then proceeded to ease his cock from his g-string, and then slid it into her pussy from behind. Loud music pumped in the background, but it wasn't enough to drown out her delighted squeal of pleasure as he entered her. Just beyond the humping couple was another group of about five dancing women, who simply nudged eachother and pointed, all of them smiling and laughing as they watched the stripper openly fucking the slim woman. Other female patrons drifted in and out of shot - some of them even ordering drinks at the bar alongside the copulating pair, as if a couple screwing in public was all perfectly normal.

    I sat stunned. The video did not seem contrived or fabricated, and it had all the hallmarks of being a real bachelorette party. The quality was good, but lacked the artificial sharpness and scripting of a staged porn flick. The site had stated that the footage was genuine, and I could believe it.

    I downloaded another film. In this episode, the camera panned across a sea of maybe thirty women dancing to the beat of loud music (with the odd male stripper dotted like a well-oiled and practically naked island in their midst). The camera panned further to the right, and it suddenly drifted downwards.

    There, on what looked to be a low, sturdy coffee table, was sprawled a buxom brunette, perhaps Angela's age. She was lying on her back with her short dress lifted high above her hips and her shapely legs spread wide. In fact, I could see her white panties dangling from her left ankle like a dead animal. A completely naked male stripper was enthusiastically mounting her in the missionary position. I could also hear the brunette moaning and imploring him to fuck her. And it wasn't only her voicing encouragement; standing in a ring around the writhing couple were four other fully clothed women - apparently friends of the brunette - and two of them were actually shouting down catcalls and lewd suggestions. The other two ladies clapped and laughed as they watched. The footage also captured other women passing by, clasping drinks in their hands and smiling down at the pair as the stripper's hips rose and fell between the brunette's outstretched thighs. The camera zoomed in to linger on the brunette's hands firmly gripping his tight, pumping buttocks - and my mouth dropped open as I saw the wedding ring on her finger.

    Once again, the film bore all the marks of it being a real Hen's night; some of the women, although not very many, moved quickly out of shot or turned their faces away when they saw the camera. Most of them didn't care, however, and many even yelled enthusiastically into the camera as they cheered and pointed to the fucking couple below them.

    I realised that I was panting as I sat in front of the monitor. I had known that some Hen's nights could be wild - as Angela had stated - but not this wild. The two copulating women in the videos that I had just watched had shown no abashment or embarrassment as dozens of other women gazed at them openly enjoying this brazen sexual act, and the watchers had likewise expressed neither shock or censure - in fact, most of the women seemed to be relishing the free live porn show.

    My thoughts quickly drifted to Angela's current whereabouts. I was almost certain that the function she was attending wouldn't be as debauched and lewd as what I had witnessed on the films - the venue where the risqu‚ videos took place was obviously a private party at a male strip club or somewhere similar. But it did perhaps give me an insight into the mindset of a group of frisky women out for a wild night without their men. The ages of the women in the videos had ranged from their early twenties up to their fifties, and I had noted that many of them - in addition to the horny brunette being pounded on the coffee table - wore wedding bands or engagement rings. They'd cheered, hooted and clapped as ardently as those who weren't wearing rings, and possibly more so.

    My heart pounded a little harder. I forced myself to leave the web site. In fact, I turned the PC off altogether.

    One of the slogans I had seen on the web site - 'Cradle-Snatching MILFs Crave Big-Cocked Strippers!' - lingered in my thoughts. Most of the muscular strippers I had seen in the films were young, and seemed more than willing to be cradle-snatched. In fact, the stripper who had fucked the woman leaning down on the bar looked almost young enough to be her son. I suddenly wondered if my sexy thirty-two-year-old wife would be attracted to one of the handsome young strippers. If she elected to snatch his cradle, then I'm sure that he'd be just as eager to conversely cradle her snatch.

    I glanced at the clock.

    11:49pm.

    Angela had told me she would return home soon after midnight, but I instinctively knew that it might be much later than this. I realised that my hands were now trembling constantly, and that the later it got, the more the sensation of almost masochistic carnality slithered through my veins with greater intensity. I wondered if at this very moment my gorgeous wife was panting underneath some muscular stud, telling him how good his hard cock felt inside of her. I wondered if she would carry out her threat to tell her lover that I was unable to satisfy her. I uttered a frustrated groan and tried to watch TV. My cock was the only thing not tingling - the rest of me slowly fermented in a bubbling cauldron of lascivious anticipation. Many cuckolds might have recognized the nervous fluttering in my stomach.

    The clock ticked as I watched the TV, my mind hardly taking in what my eyes were seeing. Several times I thought I heard a car pulling into the driveway, and my heart raced. They proved to be false alarms. At one point a wooden beam in the roof must have cooled sufficiently to allow it to settle, and it make a sharp crack! This wasn't unusual - the beam often did this, but I was so wound up that I nearly jumped out of my chair at the sudden but familiar noise.

    I looked at the clock again.

    12:48pm

    Several minutes later my heart leapt up to my throat as I heard the soft purr of Angela's car pull up into the driveway. I was now trembling in earnest, and my mouth went dry. I rose to my feet and breathlessly waited, my heart pounding. A minute later, I heard the muffled click, click, click of Angela's high-heels ascending the front stairway, and a few seconds later the front door opened, and my wife walked in.

    Her warm green eyes gazed into mine, and she smiled. "Hiya, baby," she said.

    "Hi, hun," I croaked. I cleared my throat as she approached me. She embraced me and kissed me very softly. A waft of her rich perfume enveloped me, and I hungrily inhaled her aroma. Her warm, tender lips sent trills of pleasure through me. The kiss deepened, and we softly kissed for about three minutes.

    We finally broke the kiss.

    "How was your night?" I asked, forcing myself to keep my voice steady.

    Angela smiled. "It was good, baby. Debbie's sister invited about twenty of us, so we all had a good time," Her eyes glittered. "But that's not what you're asking, is it, lover? You're trembling. You want to know if I enjoyed myself, don't you?"

    "Yes," I replied shakily.

    "Do you want to know if I was a good girl or a bad girl?"

    "Yes!"

    "Then follow me, lover. I have heaps to tell you..."

    *****

    She sent me her teasing little half-smile, and simply took my hand. She led me into the master bedroom at the front of the house. I followed on legs that shook so much that I'm surprised my knees didn't knock together.

    We entered the dark bedroom and reached the side of the bed. Angela tapped one of the bedside touch lamps on, and the room was instantly bathed in soft light. She turned to me. "Why don't you get undressed, baby?" she purred.

    I quickly undid my shirt and almost ripped it off. My jeans and briefs followed, and I sat down on the bed to slide them and my socks and sneakers off. Angela had simply kicked her high-heels off, and then stood watching me with that exciting half-smile as I disrobed.

    "Lay back on the bed, baby," she softly instructed. I did as she asked.

    Angela slowly loosened her skirt, and eased it down her sexy long legs. I stifled a gasp when I saw that she was once again sans panties. I could see her neatly trimmed pubic mound in the dim light. She was still oddly wearing her black jacket and red top, but completely naked from the waist down.

    She giggled at my excited expression. "Yeah - no knickers again, honey. But when did I take them off?"

    With that, she swung herself over me on the bed, straddling me. Her warm thighs clasped my hips, but she kept her pelvis raised. I glanced down to see her pussy hovering an inch above my limp cock.

    "Now, honey?" she began, "Are you really sure that you meant what you said about me being able to play?"

    A carnal ripple of almost staggering proportions tore through me.

    "Yes!" I gasped.

    "So what if I was to tell you that I did hook-up with a sexy playmate tonight?"

    "OH GOD!" I moaned. "Did you?"

    Angela's serene smile deepened.

    "Yes."

    I almost climaxed right then. My whole body shook, and my heart felt like it was going to explode. I moaned aloud and arched my back, wanting to drive my flaccid member upward towards her pussy!

    She reached down and wrapped her fingers around my limp cock. She gently lifted it upright and slowly seesawed the soft head between her labia. I could instantly feel how wet and slippery she was, and I excitedly wondered if she was still moist from recent intercourse. When my glans was nestled fully between her pussy-lips, she delicately lowered her warm thighs fully onto mine; the moist, creamy heat of her cunt enveloped my cock like a slick cocoon. I whimpered softly again as she began rocking her hips gently back and forth, softly massaging my glans within her pussy.

    "Feel good, honey?" she purred.

    "Jesus, YES!" I wailed. "Please tell me, Angie! What happened?"

    Angela smiled down at me. "Okay - right from the start. Well, his name was Jason, and he hit on me almost as soon as I walked in the door of the club, lover,"

    "Did he?" I panted. My lower stomach and thighs felt tense and hot.

    "Mmm, yes he did," my wife replied smoothly. "He was a real cutie, too. About six feet tall, and a really yummy body. He came up to the bar as I was getting my first drink, and he looked at me and said that he thought he'd seen me before. Maybe he had - he might've seen me when I was out making sales, or most likely it was just a bullshit pick-up line. Anyway, he offered to buy me a drink - so I let him."

    I panted underneath her. Her hips seesawed, and enveloping pussy moistly clutched at my cock, sending a lascivious message through my loins.

    "I had a few dances with him, in between raving and shooting the shit with the other girls at the Hen's party. He told me that I had beautiful eyes, honey. I have to tell you that I flirted with him - that was ok, wasn't it?"

    "Yes!" I gasped. Her hips were continuously grinding her molten pussy against my cock.

    "Oh!" Angela suddenly exclaimed. "Take a guess how old he was, lover?"

    "Jesus, how old?" I asked shakily.

    "Twenty-five, honey. Is that young enough for you?" Angela giggled. "Let's see - that's almost fifteen years younger than you, honey! Just like in your kinky little dream!"

    All I could do was moan in reply.

    "Well - to cut a long story short," Angela continued softly. "I danced with him a few more times, and most of the other girls were all doing their own thing - so I asked him if he wanted to go somewhere a little more private."

    "Oh my GOD!" I blurted. "You asked him?" For some reason, the idea that my wife had initiated any subsequent encounter simply added to the wicked eroticism of what she was telling me.

    Angela uttered a sexy chuckle. "Yes, I did, lover. He'd seen my wedding ring, and he asked if I was married. I told him that I was - but that it was okay, because my hubby was in Sydney right now. You don't mind if I told him a little white lie like that, do you, honey?"

    "NO!" I yelled. I could feel my glans settle a touch deeper between her soft labia as her hips continually undulated and rocked.

    "He told me that he was house-sitting for his uncle this month while his uncle was overseas, and we could go back there if I wanted to. Wasn't that handy, honey? That he had a nice, quiet place for us to go to when we left the club?"

    "Yes!" I listened to her words with almost a sense of surrealism - as if she was talking about someone else.

    "I had to be a little sneaky, honey. I didn't want Debbie and her sister and god knows who else seeing me leave with him - so I told him to meet me outside the club in fifteen minutes."

    "And did you?" I quavered.

    "Yes - I did. Ten minutes later I went and told Debbie that I was heading home early. Jason was waiting for me outside. He knew I had my car there, and he told me to follow him back to the house. And follow him I did. I pulled into the driveway behind him, and then we went inside."

    "Did you kiss him, Angie?" I gasped shrilly

    "After we got inside? Yes - I did."

    I choked back another long moan.

    "He made us a drink," my wife continued, "And we sat on the couch for a bit, just talking - and then we just kissed. He was a good kisser, too, lover."

    I could feel a rivulet of her pussy juice trickling warmly down my balls as her pelvis continued to massage my cock inside of her enveloping cunt.

    "Jesus, what happened then?" I screeched.

    "He asked me if I wanted to go up to the bedroom, honey."

    "Did you go?" I gargled.

    "Of course I did!"

    "Did you let him fuck you?" I almost screamed.

    Angela looked down at me, her green eyes sparkling in the low lamplight. "And what if I did let him fuck me? Is that okay, baby?"

    "YES! I want you to!" I blurted

    "Then you're in luck - because he did fuck me, baby. He fucked me hard. So, lover? You're now a cuckold - for real - just like you always wanted!"

    I let out a long, carnal moan! Little waves of almost perverse pleasure darted back and forth inside of me like little electric shocks. She had done it - she had really cucked me!

    I saw Angela reaching into her jacket, and she brought forth her large leather purse; she snapped it open and withdrew the box of condoms. Without another word, she opened it up and pulled out a plastic strip. She smiled down at me and turned it towards me; the rubber rings lay curled snugly next to eachother under their see-through coating - except for one empty socket, where the plastic had been roughly torn open.

    "See, honey? I told you that I might need them," My wife winked at me.

    Another molten wave of almost masochistic pleasure danced through me. I gazed at the packet. "OH JESUS, JESUS!" I almost wailed.

    My wife tossed to packet to the floor, and her eyes glittered. "Do you wanna hear what happened next, baby?"

    "Jesus, yes! Please tell me!"

    Angela giggled again. "Tell you? Oh, no, honey. I won't tell you..."

    She reached into the inside pocket on the other side of her jacket.

    "That's my little surprise, honey - my little plan worked. I won't tell you..." Here she paused for an agonising few seconds. "Instead? You'll hear what happened."

    She withdrew her hand from the inside of her jacket, and she held aloft the silver micro-cassette recorder that she sometimes used at work when she wanted to take spoken notes about an order, or to record a quick memo to herself. It suddenly struck me what she had done.

    She had recorded the sounds of her cuckolding Me.

    I felt another wave of scintillating, almost perverse pleasure tear along my loins.

    Angela flashed her teasing smile and glanced down at me. "Is that okay, baby? I turned the recorder on when I went to use his bathroom, and I just popped it back in my jacket - just before he took me up to the bedroom, lover. I hung my jacket on the handle of the wardrobe beside the bed," She winked down at me. "Do you want to hear him fucking me? I rewound it in the car to exactly the moment when he's just about to slide his cock into me. Want to listen, lover?

    "OH MY GOD - YES!" I screamed. My wife's creamy pussy suddenly clenched a little tighter around my glans, and I could feel a building orgasm begin to flutter in my loins.

    Angela uttered another soft giggle and placed the little recorder on the bed beside me. I turned my head to see her raise the volume up to full. She quickly slipped off her black jacket and tossed it to the floor, and she then pressed the 'Play' button on the silver recorder.

    The tinny hiss of playback leapt forth. The little speaker suddenly rang with a soft feminine sigh. Angela's voice!

    "He's just about to put it inside me, baby - listen." Her pelvis rocked back and forth like a happy boat in a rough swell. My limp cock nestled into her steamy cunt even deeper.

    I listened, shaking and trembling, and then I heard voices.

    Angela: Ahh! Oh, Jesus, yeah! Put it in!
    Jason: Unggh!
    Angela: Oooooh! YEAH! Oh, shit, it's so BIG!
    Jason: God, you're wet!
    Angela: Fuck me! Fuck me, Jason!


    A thin slapping sound issued from the little speaker - the solid, sharp collision of skin against skin.

    "Mmm..." the real Angela softly said. "He's starting to fuck me, honey."

    The tinny slapping sped slightly, and I could hear the thin creaking of bedsprings adding to the rhythmic erotic pulse:

    Angela: Arrrrgh, that's it, Jason! Give it to me!
    Jason: Spread your legs a bit more... YEAH, like that! - wide open for me...


    I could hear the wet smacking of lips adding to the rising tumult; they were kissing passionately as they were coupling: Smack!... Crick!... Smack!... Slurp! The bedsprings chipped in at a slightly higher tone: Squeak!... Squeak!... Squeak!... Squeak! Angela's voice rang from the recorder again:

    Angela: Fuck me!... Fuck me HARD!
    Jason: Christ, you're so fuckin' hot, Angie!
    Angela: Am I nice and tight for you?
    Jason: Yeah! - you're SO tight! Christ, you've got a gorgeous body!
    Angela: Mmm, thank you! And you have such a big, hard cock!


    Angela lifted her hips slightly and took my drenched cock between her fingers. She then started to slide the soft head rapidly back and forth between the lips of her pussy. The sensation literally took my breath away; I glanced up at her beautiful face, and I was stunned to see my own lust reflected in her expression. I realised that not only were her ministrations sending waves of ecstasy through me, but she was also stimulating herself by rubbing my glans against her clit.

    The squeaking bedsprings on the tape got even louder and faster, and Angela's cries of passion rose to match. The slap of flesh against flesh became more resonant.

    "Listen, lover," Angela huskily whispered down at me. "Can you hear him fucking me,? Can you hear his balls slapping against my ass? Can you hear him slamming his big, thick, hard cock inside me?"

    "Yes!" I screeched. Angela slid my glans back and forth through her labia with even greater fervor. I could feel the orgasm which had been circling for the last few minutes building inside me. I moaned loudly again and listened to my wife cuckolding me!

    Angela's glazed eyes peered down at me again. "Listen, Michael! Very soon, I'm gonna say something very bitchy, and I want you to hear it!"

    I listened intently to the tape; sure enough, a few seconds later I heard Angela's encouraging moans and gasps cease as she spoke again:

    Angela: Oh my GOD, Jason! It feels so good! You're so good... So BIG! You fuck me so much better than my husband!
    Jason: Do I, Sexy?
    Angela: Jesus, yeah! Do you like fucking my married pussy?
    Jason: Fuck, yeah!
    Angela: Give to me!... GIVE IT TO ME! Awww, JESUS!... it's been so long since I had a big, hard cock in me!... Please make me CUM!
    Jason: I'm going to! I'll make you fuckin' cum, alright!


    I tilted my head back and screamed. Hearing Angela say this to her young lover was simply the most carnal, erotic and totally lascivious thing I had ever heard! Climax suddenly jumped closer, and a delicious warmth spread up my thighs. The oily friction of Angela's creamy cunt rippled through me as she rubbed the head of my cock against her clit. I even felt a slither of pre-cum leak from me, adding to her own creamy secretions. The sheer carnality of what was happening tore a path through me.

    I stared up at my wife's beautiful face. She tilted her head back and emitted a soft moan. Her gaze slid down to me again. "It's so hot to hear what he's doing to me, baby!" she gasped. "He's gonna make me cum!"

    My own orgasm rippled and danced even closer as I listened to the grunts and moans and the squeaking bedsprings that issued from the recorder. Tendrils of heat worked their way into my loins as unctuous waves of ecstasy jolted through me like a million needles. Angela's pants and cries of lust pouring from the little speaker filled my mind; I listened to her, silently urging her to cum - I wanted to hear her lustful moans flood the room, to listen to her climax as she cuckolded me!

    On the tape. Angela was beseeching her lover:

    Angela: YEAH!... KEEP GOING, BABY!... OHHH, JASON!... I'M GONNA CUM!... PLEASE KEEP FUCKING ME!... PLEASE!
    Jason: Jesus, your so fuckin' HOT!... CUM for me! Cream my fuckin' cock!
    Angela! Ohhhh!... OHHHHHH!... YES!... YES!... OHHHHH, JESUS, NOW!... NOW!... I'M CUMING!... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!


    I could feel Angela's hips shaking as she listened to herself climax. My loins went white hot as the recorded Angela wailed and moaned. I teetered on the brink, the tension in my lower body almost tightening to snapping point! On the tape, I heard a further exchange that pushed me over the edge!

    Angela: Ahhhhh!
    Jason: Argh, Jesus, I'm gonna blow!
    Angela: DO IT! CUM FOR ME, BABY! CUM!
    Jason: Oh, fuck! OH, FUCK HERE IT COMES! ARRRRRGH!


    I climaxed just as Jason's own orgasmic celebration flooded the room. I could feel my semen trickling out of my soft cock like molten lead, coating Angela's creamy pussy lips and clitoris. I unleashed a moan like I had never done before as climax rippled through me, jerking my body in an uncontrollable convulsion. Angela kept sliding my glans rapidly against her clit, moaning and gasping.

    She looked down at me. "Jesus, Michael! I need to cum! Please lick me! PLEASE!"

    Even through my orgasmic daze, I realised I had never seen her so excited. Without hesitation I slid my hands under her thighs and cupped her ass cheeks, and pulled her up towards me. She hurriedly made her way up my body on her knees until her drenched cunt hovered over my face. She lowered her pelvis with a grateful moan, and the pussy I had licked and worshiped and adored for almost five beautiful years - the pussy that just a couple of hours ago had accommodated another man's hard, throbbing cock, making me a true cuckold, the pussy that I had just coated with my own heady release - that pussy sank wetly onto my eager mouth.

    She unleashed a sharp moan as I quickly found her clit and sucked it. Angela's warm upper thighs clutched at the sides of my face as she ground her cunt firmly down onto me.

    Angela moaned loudly. "OHHH, Yeah!... Suck it!... Suck it!... SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SUCK IT!"

    In seconds her thighs gave a violent shudder, and she let out a long howl of ecstasy as her own orgasm pulsed though her loins. I sucked and sucked and sucked. My hands cupped her ass cheeks and pulled her erupting cunt deeper onto me.

    My only thought as I began to swallow her rich cream was that after tonight, nothing would ever be the same again...

    *****
     
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  9. davey

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    Chapter 8
    'Dear Cuckold,' began the note in Angela's flowing script.

    It was the following Tuesday morning after Angela's jaunt to the hen's night and her subsequent coupling with Jason. I had just made my way down to the garage, and as I opened the car door, I noticed a slip of paper laying on the steering wheel. I felt my stomach flutter as I settled into the driver's seat and pulled the car door closed behind me with a dull thud. The note lay innocuously on the steering wheel before me like a slumbering flounder. The garage was in semi-darkness, illuminated only by two small windows mounted above the closed garage doors behind my car. With fluttering fingers I gingerly picked up the slip of paper and turned on the car's interior light so I could read Angela's message more clearly:

    'I hope that you don't mind me calling you "Cuckold", but I guess it's the truth, isn't it, honey? *sexy giggle* Of course, if "Cuckold" is too formal, I can soon shorten it to "Cuckie", or even just plain ol' "Cuck". Let me know which one you prefer, lover! *grin* For now I'll run with "Cuckie! - think of it as a term of endearment!"

    'Anyway, I just wrote you this brief letter because I wanted to tell you that last Friday night was very erotic, and I'm glad that you enjoyed it so much, and that it was everything that you thought it would be. I know it's been a fantasy of yours for so long to imagine another man taking me, and I loved being able to bring it to life for you. I also loved all the little talks we've had about it since, and I now know a lot more about how it makes you feel when I'm being so deliciously naughty! *sexy grin*

    'Of course I'd be lying if I said that I didn't enjoy it too, Cuckie. As I've told you (and as you heard on the tape), I did enjoy being "unfaithful" to you, and to be able to take a lover - especially one so young and hot as Jason! I'd forgotten just how good it feels to be "filled", lover - to be properly fucked again! And yes, Jason DID have a bigger cock than your lil' soft one! *teasing giggle!*

    'OH! By the way, you didn't see me dress for work this morning - but I have to tell you that I'm wearing stockings and suspenders today, and this morning I also shaved my pussy into that neat little bikini line that you love so much! I'm also wearing those see-through panties that make you drool! So just think about what's underneath my skirt while I'm out working today - I'm sure a lot of other men will be doing the same when they see me! *wink!*

    'Now Cuckie, since last weekend we've talked a lot about what I did with Jason, and you've told me how much you'd have loved to have actually been able to watch me with him - especially if you have to watch while those nasty pills are stopping your poor little pecker from getting hard! *evil grin* Well, being the wicked girl that I am, I've thought of one way that you could sit there and do just that! Would you really like to see some hunky young guy fucking me, Cuckie? Would you really like to watch as some hot stud gives your wife a good seeing-to, and gives me the deep, hard fucking that you can't? *teasing giggle* If so, then turn the page and read on!'


    I felt my balls contract, and my jaw slowly dropped as I flipped the note over and read the next few paragraphs. How long had it taken my wife to dream this up, I wondered. I sat thinking for a few seconds; what Angela was proposing in the note was quite feasible - all too feasible, in fact! The familiar carnal buzz slithered into my loins; I found that I was just as excited by her seeming willingness to once again cuckold me as by her plan to enable me to watch her doing so! My hands began trembling as I turned my attention back to her note.


    'So Cuckie - what do you think of my idea? I know it would take a little work and money to set up, but not too much. Of course,would have to pay for the things needed, but I think it's an exquisitely kinky twist that you would essentially work and pay for the privilege of watching your unfaithful wife getting her horny little ass fucked off, hmm? *wicked grin* Besides - you've already told me that you're getting bored at home, so preparing for my little idea would be one way to occupy your time, huh? *wink!* Just think of it as a way for you not to be bored at home by preparing to watch me get "bored" at home! *teasing laugh*

    'Oh! One thing I forgot to mention... In your kinky little dream where you lost me in a poker game, you had to sit there unable to move as you watched another man have me. I know that the idea of you being immobilised as I let another man take me really turned you on, and there's a way I can make that happen too, if you really want to try it. Just imagine - you not only watching some other hot guy fucking me, but also being unable to STOP him from fucking me, even if you wanted to! Does that turn your crank and make your limp little dickie tingle, honey? *evil grin* Here's how I'd do it...'


    I hungrily read the next few paragraphs, and my heart raced faster. Jesus, even that part was all too feasible! I realised I was panting slightly as I came to the last part of the note. A sympathetic quiver seemed to dart through my cock.

    'Well, lover? I know that you're probably reading this just after breakfast. Give me a call on my mobile phone at around lunchtime today and let me know what you think! In the meantime, take good care and know that I love you very, very much! *cheeky grin* - even if you are my flaccid little Cuckold! *wink*

    Your loving (and very naughty!) Wife!

    Angie XOXOX

    P.S. When I get home from work tonight, you're going to LICK ME! *sexy grin!*'


    I glanced up from the note and stared through the windscreen at the rear wall that separated the garage from Angela's gym - realising as I did so that she had left the note in this particular location as a subtle message. I realised I was shaking as I sat behind the steering wheel, the note in my left hand and the car keys dangling from my right, and my cock sending inquiring tendrils along my loins. This wasn't going to be a regular Tuesday morning

    I began to imagine what it would be like to put Angela's evil little scheme into action; to be able to watch her beautiful face cloud with pleasure as another man's cock slid hungrily into her warm, wet pussy; to see her long, sexy legs wrapped around another man's back as she coupled with him, imploring him to take her, to penetrate her, to fuck her. I imagined it just as she had described in her note, with me immobilised and helpless to interfere or prevent my wife from cuckolding me right before my eyes! I uttered a soft moan, and I realised that my right hand had drifted down to my crotch - the metal car keys clicking softly as my forefinger caressed the head of my flaccid cock through my jeans...

    I blinked and took a deep breath, and shook myself out of the looming erotic daze. The carnal buzz tingled through me like a determined mosquito. I folded Angela's note and placed it in the glove box, and activated the remote control to open the garage door. I started the car as daylight flooded the garage. I made a mental note to drop into the hardware store and the electronics shop after I had finished the grocery shopping this morning.

    *****

    At around lunchtime I dialed Angela's mobile phone. After several rings she answered: "Hello?"

    "Hi, hun," I replied into the telephone receiver. "It's me."

    "Hi baby! How you doing?"

    "Fine, babe," I told her. "Shopping's all done, and I'm back home again. How's work going?"

    "Not too bad at all, sweetie. I'm running ahead of schedule today, which makes a change."

    "Glad to hear it," I replied. I cleared my throat. "I got your note, by the way."

    Angela uttered a soft chuckle. "I figured you would, honey."

    "Can you talk freely about it now, or are you busy?" I asked.

    "No, I can talk, baby - I'm sat in the car. I just pulled up in High street to grab some lunch."

    "Okay, good. Now tell me - how the hell did you think up that plan?"

    Her tinkling laugh echoed down the phone line. "I told you, lover - I'm wicked!" She laughed again. "So - do you like it?"

    "Actually, I do," I said softly. "I guess it would be one way to see you... well, you know."

    "To see me with another man, lover?" Angela gave a low giggle. "It would be - if that's what you really want. I kinda added in everything you told me that would drive you insane, and that's what I came up with."

    "It would drive me insane, alright," I agreed softly. "I went to the hardware store this morning and made a few inquiries about what we would need to put your little scheme into effect."

    "Ah - you are an eager beaver! Can you get everything that we want?"

    "Yeah," I replied. "They told me they have can have everything I need in two or three days - they have to order some of the stuff, but they've got most of it there already. I also talked to the guy in the electronics shop, and he has everything we would need in stock right now." I cleared my throat again. "There's a few other items in your letter that we wont be able to get around here -"

    Angela cut me off. "I know what things you're talking about, honey. Don't worry - I'll pick those up myself while I'm in town, so scratch them off your list." Angela's lewd chuckled floated down the phone line again. "So, lover - there's no reason why my little plan won't work?"

    "No reason at all," I agreed. My pulse quickened.

    I could almost picture Angela's grin as she replied: "Okay, honey - how long will it take you to make the alterations?"

    "Not long. A week maybe, but probably less. There's only two major modifications, and after that it's all minor stuff - as you pointed out in your letter." In some ways I couldn't believe I was having this conversation.

    "So you could have everything ready by the weekend after next?" Angela asked.

    "Yeah," I replied. "Once I get the all the hardware and material, it won't take long at all."

    "Okay, baby," Angela said. She paused for a second or two. "Are you sure that you wanna go through with this?"

    I swallowed. "Yes - I am. It would be incredibly hot to watch you - to me, anyway."

    "Well then, lover? Why don't you order what you need to, and we'll do it." Her voice took on a teasing tone. "How much will it all cost, Michael?"

    "All up? About seventeen hundred dollars. Maybe a little more."

    Angela gave a short giggle, and her voice took on a playful edge. "Aww, that's a lot of money to spend, baby - just so you can watch some frisky young stud slide his hard, throbbing cock deep inside me... Are you sure you wanna spend that much... Cuckie?"

    "Jesus Christ!" I gasped. "Yes!" My grip on the phone tightened. I could hear the click of Angela's cigarette lighter and the intake of her breath.

    "By the way - did you like the tone of my note, lover?" she asked. "Kinda bitchy, wasn't I?"

    "Yeah, you were," I replied shakily.

    "But you don't mind me being a nasty little bitch, do you?"

    "You know I don't!"

    Angela chuckled quietly again and changed tack slightly. "And what name do you prefer, hmm? Cuckold, Cuckie, or Cuck?"

    I gulped. "Cuckie."

    "Mmm, my little Cuckie it is, then! You are my little cuckold, aren't you?"

    "Yes!"

    "You know what? If I were really bitchy, I'd call you my little, soft-dicked cuckold, wouldn't I? Or - even better - if I was parked somewhere a little quieter than this busy street, do you know what I'd do right now? I'd reach down and start fingering myself, and make you listen to me over the phone. I might even start moaning Jason's name as I teased my hard button, Cuckie. Imagine that, Michael - me sat in my car, reaching under my skirt and caressing my warm, juicy pussy and stroking my hard little clit as you listened... hearing me panting and moaning softly, and finally hearing me gasp Jason's name when I cum... Mmm, yummy!"

    I nearly dropped the phone. "Oh... My... God!"

    Angela's sensual giggle caressed my ear. "Aww, I'm sorry baby! I couldn't resist - and I know how much my nasty little bitch mode drives you insane!"

    "Jesus, I want you!" I panted.

    "And I want you!" my wife replied earnestly. "And I meant what I said at the end of that note - tonight you're going to lick me when I get home, aren't you." Her reply was a statement, not a question.

    "For hours!" I affirmed shakily. "I want you to cum in my mouth over and over!"

    Angela's throaty chuckle tinkled. "Then get ready for a long night, honey! Of course, if you aren't up to the job, I bet I could always find someone else who fancies a serving of hot, steamy tacos!"

    I answered with a half-suppressed groan, and Angela laughed.

    "Jesus, I'm sorry baby!" she said. "I really can't help picking at you - you're so cute when you're frisky! I'll behave myself - until I get home at least. Then you'll be in a lot more trouble."

    "I can't wait," I half panted.

    "Me either. Well, baby, I'd better go get some lunch, and then hit the road again. I should be home around the usual time, or hopefully a little earlier. Take good care, okay baby? I love you, Michael."

    "I love you too, Angie. Drive safe, okay?"

    "I will. See you tonight, lover! OH! Before I go?"

    "Yeah?" I asked.

    "In my little letter I kinda told you a little white lie about the panties I'm wearing today. I'm not really wearing the see-through ones, baby..."

    "You aren't?"

    "Nope," Angela confirmed. "I'm not wearing any panties! 'Bye, lover!" With a final giggle, she hung up.

    I gave a light gasp and stared at the receiver. I should have known there'd be a wicked parting shot; I know my wife far too well. I pressed the receiver button until I got a dial tone and punched in a new number. After two rings a nasally voice said: "Good afternoon, Reynolds hardware - Trevor speaking."

    "G'day Trevor," I replied. "I was in there this morning making some inquiries about some material I need for a renovation project, and I would like to confirm the order if I could...?"

    *****

    On Tuesday afternoon of the next week I was putting the penultimate touches to the alterations outlined in Angela's plan. I had always taken pride in my work, and this was no exception, regardless of how bizarre the real purpose of the renovations would seem to an outsider. I had attacked the task with gusto, and as the job approached completion the carnal buzz loitering in my loins intensified. The sole purpose of the work was, after all, to allow me to watch my beautiful wife cuckolding me. I couldn't help but smile at the strange irony of it.

    Angela had watched with interest as the work progressed. She had gently refused to masturbate me for the last week, telling me that it would heighten my arousal to wait until she could enact her lascivious scheme. Her refusal to indulge me didn't dampen her own cravings, however; almost as if her own excitement was rising as the prospect of carrying out her kinky plan approached, she had me perform cunnilingus on her with increasing frequency - something I was only too happy to do.

    To add to my bitter-sweet dilemma, Angela would verbally tease me as I pleased her, looking down at me and telling me things like: "Mmm, lick my pussy slowly, lover. Just think - in a few days some other man is going to slide his hard cock exactly where your eager little tongue is right now - and you won't be able to stop him! You'll just have to helplessly sit there and watch him fuck me! Maybe I'll have to get you to shave me so I'm nice and smooth for him, hmm, Cuckie?"

    You can perhaps guess why the evil little buzz had heightened to new levels in the last week.

    *****

    The next afternoon I finished the last of the painting, and the renovations were finally complete. Angela and I tested my handiwork, and everything worked just as it was supposed to. Angela had even written out a checklist for just about every contingency she could imagine, and I had to admire her devious and thorough planning. When we were finished discussing what would occur, a soft half-smile flooded her face.

    "So, lover - when do you wanna put my little plan into action?"

    I felt my stomach flutter. "As soon as you want."

    "Well, you have you last appointment with Rogers this Friday, don't you?"

    I nodded. "Yeah - at least I hope it's the last damned appointment." With any luck, I was optimistic that Mr. Rogers would give me the all clear to cease taking those fucking pills.

    "Okay," my wife continued. "How about if I was able to set something up this Friday night, lover? Would you like that?"

    I nodded again. I could feel my balls tighten, and that familiar, almost queasy, ripple of masochistic excitement slid warmly into my loins. "So what will you do?" I asked tentatively. "Go out to a club again?"

    My wife grinned. "No, lover - I have a better idea. I told you that Jason gave me his telephone number, didn't I? What if I was to give him a call and tell him that I may be free on Friday night?"

    I swallowed. "You could do that, I guess." I croaked.

    Angela gave a throaty chuckle. "I'm sure I could, lover. So what if I was to call him tonight and see if he'd be free to take me out Friday for dinner, and also tell him that my hubby has gone interstate again, and that I'm all alone and need some company, and maybe a little hot lovin', hmm?"

    "Jesus Christ," was all I could gasp.

    "Of course," Angela continued smoothly. "It'd be very handy if you arranged to take your car in to get the shock absorbers replaced on Friday afternoon, and left it there overnight - just like we talked about. That way Jason wouldn't see your car in the garage, would he? He'd think that your car was parked at the airport, and that you'd be unlikely to intrude on us." My wife flashed me a salacious wink.

    I swallowed again and nodded, almost hypnotized. She slid her arms around my neck and kissed me. I am sure she could feel me trembling.

    "Michael?" she asked. "I'm going to ask you this one last time - you're absolutely sure that you want me to do this?"

    "Yes," I croaked. "I want you to do it - I want to see you..."

    "Okay, sweetie," she replied softly. "I'll give Loverboy a call later tonight. I'll let him know that I'll be free this Friday night, and see if he wants to join me for dinner somewhere. If we hook up, then I'll also let him know that we can come back here for a nightcap, seeing as my hubby won't be disturbing us."

    "Jesus Christ!" I half moaned.

    My wife's smile widened slightly. "Getting hot thinking about what you might see Friday night, lover?"

    "You know I am!"

    "Oh, that I do," she cooed, and then wrinkled her nose. "Now Lover, you'd better go in for a shower - you reek of paint!"

    I sent her a grin, and kissed her, and did as she asked.

    *****
    After I had showered and dressed, I made my way to the lounge room to find my wife sat watching TV. She smiled as I settled onto the couch beside her.

    "I made a phone call while you were showering, baby." she announced suggestively.

    My heart fluttered. "Yeah?" By her soft smile I had an inkling of what was coming.

    "I called Jason. He said that he'd be only too pleased to take me out to dinner this Friday night. He did have other plans, but he said he'd cancel for me."

    I swallowed. "So it's really going to happen at the end of this week?"

    "Yes, lover - in about forty-eight hours, in fact. I told him that hubby wouldn't be home until Saturday, and that we could come back here after dinner - if he wanted."

    "What did he say?" I asked breathlessly.

    "He said that'd be great," replied my wife. Angela's tone became playful. "He sounded very keen, actually. Do you think he wants a repeat of the other Saturday night, lover?"

    "I'm sure he does," I answered in a tight voice. What red-blooded male wouldn't fancy taking Angela to bed again?

    My wife chuckled gently. "Well, it's all arranged, baby. Tomorrow night, I want us to do a dry-run - a kind of rehearsal, just to make sure we haven't forgotten anything, okay?"

    "Okay," I replied softly. "That's probably a good idea." The carnal buzz had just skyrocketed inside me.

    Angela could obviously see the reaction that her disclosure had produced in me, and she flipped me a salacious smile. "Are you going to enjoy watching him fuck me on Friday, Cuckie?"

    Unable to answer, I simply nodded.

    Angela's smile broadened: "Don't worry, Cuckie - I'll make sure that you see everything. I'll make sure that you finally get to see every little part of your biggest fantasy becoming fulfilled - I promise you." Angela's eyes flashed at me. "Mmm, all this naughty talk is making me frisky. Why don't you slide my panties off from under my skirt, baby - and then plunge your delicious little tongue deep inside my hot, wet cunt?"

    I thought she'd never ask!

    *****

    The next evening - Thursday - we did as Angela suggested, and went through a rehearsal of her little scheme; everything went smoothly, and I was once more impressed by my wife's devilish attention to detail. She had thought of every possible contingency, and as far as I could see she left nothing to chance. We checked and tested the alterations and additions that I had made, and everything worked perfectly.

    Angela finally seemed satisfied that everything would go according to plan tomorrow night, and we finally called it a night.

    Later, as we lay in bed, I found that I couldn't stop thinking about what was going to happen tomorrow night. I could feel the delicious carnal buzz swirling and dancing in the pit of my stomach. My cock seemed to be constantly tingling, and my balls felt full and heavy, and ached slightly. Angela, of course, had sensed my arousal.

    "You thinking about tomorrow night, baby?" she asked softly.

    I nodded. "Of course I am, sexy."

    "Making you hot?"

    "Yes."

    "I bet you want to lick my pussy, don't you?"

    "Jesus Christ, yes!"

    Angela simply smiled and shook her head. "Not tonight, lover. I want both of us nice and frisky tomorrow night - so tonight I'll give your eager little tongue a rest." Her tone was playful, but I knew that she meant what she said. I gave what was a half-hearted moan.

    Angela giggled. "Don't worry, Cuckie. Tomorrow night I'll make sure that the wait is well worth it! Trust me."

    *****

    Mr. Rogers smiled benignly at me from behind his desk. "Well, I can honestly say that it appears everything has healed completely - you should be as good as new. You can stop taking all medication from now on."

    "Thank Christ," I muttered. "How long before everything's back to normal?"

    "Not long at all," replied Mr. Rogers. "The medication should be out of your system in about forty-eight hours or so - maybe a little longer."

    He picked up a silver pen and flourished it like a magic wand. "I do have to stress, however, that you will need to take things easy for several more weeks. Just make sure that you don't overdo any sexual activity for a few more weeks - just take things nice and easy."

    I nodded, and the consultation wound up with Mr. Rogers offering several more nuggets of advice. I thanked him for all of his help, and soon departed.

    *****

    On my way back from my consultation with Mr. Rogers I dropped my car off at the local garage to get the shock absorbers replaced - as per Angela's suggestion. The manager told me it would be ready to pick up Saturday afternoon, and then graciously arranged to have one of the apprentice mechanics drive me home; there are advantages to being a frequent customer.

    The afternoon passed slowly, and I found myself pensively awaiting Angela's return from work. She arrived home just after 5:00pm, and I told her all about my consultation with Mr. Rogers. She whooped in delight when I told her that he had given me a clean bill of health, and that I could now stop taking the pills that were keeping me flaccid.

    "Do you still want to carry on with our plan tonight, lover?" she asked me.

    I nodded. "More than ever." I found myself answering.

    Angela smiled softly. "Okay, honey! I have to meet Jason at a bar in town at around 7:00pm, and then we'll head off to a restaurant, okay?"

    I silently nodded. Angela glanced at her wristwatch.

    "Jesus, I had better start getting ready. It's gonna take me forty-five minutes or so to drive into town, so I better go shower now, baby - okay?"

    "Sure, hun," I replied. My mouth felt suddenly dry. Angela flashed me a sexy smile, kissed me, and then headed off to shower.

    When she reappeared, she was dressed in a shortish (but not too short) beige skirt, a black blouse and a matching black jacket. She had once again spent a little extra time on her hair and make-up, and I could see that her legs were freshly shaven and smooth as silk. She saw me glancing at her, and she playfully pirouetted.

    "Do I look okay, baby?" she asked.

    "You look fucking great," I replied honestly.

    Angela grinned. "Thank you, honey! By the way - this time I am wearing those skimpy see-through panties under my skirt, and the matching bra."

    "Are you now?" I asked, my throat tight.

    "Yes, lover. But I'm sure that you'll see all that in a few hours as you watch me undress for Jason..."

    "Jesus Christ!" I gasped.

    Angela uttered a sexy chuckle. "Aww, I don't mean to pick at you, honey - but I do love how it makes you squirm!" She giggled.

    "It does more than make me squirm," I replied huskily.

    "I have no doubt, lover," my wife told me. She glanced at her wristwatch. "Well, baby, I had better be heading off soon. You know exactly what to do when you get my call later tonight?"

    I nodded.

    "Okay, hun. Also don't forget to leave the lights in the house off - at least the ones that can be seen from the street; we don't want any unexpected visitors, do we? That would really make things kind of interesting! And make sure to put the answering machine on - just let the machine pick up and take the call as if nobody's home. If there are any problems, then call my cell phone right away, okay?"

    I nodded again. Angela had previously called all of the people who were most likely to turn up at our house unexpectedly; the calls had ostensibly been just for a chat, but Angela had also offhandedly let them know that 'we' were going to be out Friday night. This would mean that nobody should drop in unexpectedly whilst Angela was acting on her carnal little plan. Keeping the house lights off and the telephone answering machine on would reinforce the ruse. Fortunately our house was well shielded from our neighbors by trees, and they weren't the nosy type anyway.

    Angela approached me, and wrapped her slim arms around my neck. Her warm perfume enveloped me, and my cock gave a twinge.

    "I'd better head off now, baby. You gonna be okay here?"

    "Yeah," I replied tightly.

    "Okay, hun. Just stick to the plan, and I promise you the most erotic, exciting and kinky night of your life, okay?"

    I drew a sharp breath and found that I could simple nod.

    Angela smiled and kissed me deeply. Her warm, moist tongue slithered between my lips, and I felt my legs go weak. She broke the kiss after several seconds, and withdrew. She picked up her leather purse and slipped it into her jacket, and retrieved her car keys from the kitchen bench.

    "Well, hun," she said. "I had better get going.

    "Okay, babe," I almost croaked in reply.

    "I should be back here anywhere from 9:30pm onwards, ok?"

    I nodded.

    My wife gave me a sexy smile. "Alright - let's do this, honey! Take care tonight, Michael, and know that I love you!"

    "I love you, too," I replied huskily.

    She gave my another brief kiss and then headed toward the front door. She opened it and turned to me. "While I'm out, lover? Just think about what you heard on that tape two weeks ago - and imagine seeing it actually happen in just a few hours!" With a final sexy wink, she was gone. The front door closed with a thud of finality.

    I listened to her high-heels clicking their way down the front steps. The muffled bark of her car soon floated through the front window, and I watched her reverse down the driveway, and then drive off. I walked over and closed the front curtains.

    It had begun.

    *****

    For the second time in just two weeks I felt the growing erotic angst building in me as I waited. The house slowly grew dark as the sun sank, and I didn't turn on any lights. I had retreated into the kitchen - which was at the rear of the house - and was sat watching the small portable TV. I briefly wondered if the need to keep the house completely dark was overkill - but I could see Angela's point; we didn't get many unannounced visitors, but certainly from time to time someone dropped in unexpectedly. To have a surprise guest tonight would possibly be disastrous, so I could understand Angela's concerns.

    My mobile phone trilled at just before 8:50pm. My heart gave a double thump when I saw it was Angela calling from her own mobile phone. I answered with trembling fingers.

    "Hiya, sexy," my wife smoothly greeted me, sotto voice.

    "Hi, hun," I replied. My voice sounded as tight as I felt.

    "I can't talk for long, lover," Angela continued in a whisper. "I'm calling from the ladies room at the restaurant, so I'll be brief. We are just about to leave now, and we should be there in about forty-five minutes. Jason will follow me home, so what I'm going to do is call you when I'm about ten minutes away. That will give you plenty of time to do what you have to do, okay?"

    "Okay," I replied shakily.

    "Cool," Angela said. "After that, I'll do exactly what we planned, okay?"

    "Yeah, I understand."

    I heard my wife's sultry giggle. "You starting to shake, my frisky lover?"

    "Jesus, yes!" I replied huskily.

    "Good - I want you very, very horny when me and Loverboy get there. Tonight I'm going to make all your hottest fantasies come to life."

    "Oh, Christ!" I almost yelped.

    Angela's languid voice became playful. "Is your tiny dick still soft, my little Cuckie?"

    I swallowed - hard! "Yes!"

    "Well, that's okay, Cuckie. I wont be needing your little pecker tonight, will I? Jason's long, thick, hard cock will do just nicely - as you will see in just over an hour!"

    "Oh my God!" I gasped.

    Angela's throaty chuckle tinkled through the phone. "Well, Cuckie, I am going to have to head off. Get ready for my call at about -" a short pause while I assumed she checked her wristwatch. "- nine-thirty, okay? You know what to do when I call."

    "Uh-huh," was all I could stammer.

    "Okay - I'd better go, as Jason is waiting. Talk soon, my little Cuckold! Love you!" With a final giggle, the line went dead.

    I stood looking at my mobile phone, panting and feeling my pulse skyrocket. I had no doubt that the next forty minutes or so would be the longest on my entire life.

    I was right.

    *****

    My mobile phone trilled at just before 9:30pm. In my now hyper-wired state I jumped at the electronic warbling. I could see it was Angela calling.

    "Hi, honey," she announced. I could hear the rumble of the car coming through the receiver. "I'm just getting off the freeway and Jason is right behind me in his car, so we'll be pulling into the driveway in about ten minutes. It's probably a good time to go downstairs, my little Cuckie!"

    I gulped involuntarily. "Jesus, okay," I replied.

    Angela's sexy low giggle floated through the line. "Are you hot, baby?"

    "Hot? I'm way past hot. Jesus, Angie, I'm shaking!" My voice was tight and almost squeaky.

    "Mmm, well get ready to shake a little more, Lover - tonight I'm going to make you melt."

    I gave a soft moan in reply.

    "Well, sexy," Angela continued smoothly. "I had best hang up in case Jason is able to see me using the phone, and starts wondering who I'm calling."

    "Okay," I replied.

    "You know what's gonna happen, so I'll see you in about twenty minutes or so, okay? But of course you'll hear us for a little while before then."

    "Uh-huh," I replied, almost in a trance.

    "Talk soon, my little Lover! Or should that be more accurately, my little Cuckie!" With a tinkling giggle, the line went dead.

    I arose from the kitchen chair, and I discovered my legs were weak and shaking. I made a last minute check, and then grabbed a small flashlight and turned off the portable TV and the kitchen light. The house was now in complete darkness, and I flipped on the flashlight and made my way downstairs, through the now empty garage and into Angela's gym room. I closed the door behind me.

    I aimed the flashlight at the closed door to the small spare room adjoining Angela's gym, and I eyed it with a flush of excitement. I walked over and opened the door, and I knew that once I strode inside, I would be pushing the steamier boundaries of sexuality - both mine, and also Angela's.

    I took a shaking breath, opened the door, and walked gingerly inside...

    *****
     
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  10. davey

    davey New Member

    Chapter 9
    The faint aroma of fresh paint wafted over me as I entered the spare room, and I turned on the ceiling light, and killed the flashlight. This room had only come into existence, as I have previously stated, after I had subdivided the cavernous garage under the main house to create Angela's gym and this smaller study/spare bedroom. The renovations I had been performing for the last week or so had centered on this room, and I stood for a few seconds taking stock of my handiwork.

    The room was now slightly smaller than it was a week ago; this was because I had added a second false wall over the existing partitions between the gym and the garage, and packed the new cavities with several layers of soundproofing insulation. As a result, the two walls separating the spare room from both Angela's gym and the garage were now over eight inches thick, and effectively sound dampened.

    To further sound proof the room, I added a second solid wood door on the inside of the newly widened doorframe, and also fitted thick rubber draft stoppers to the base of both doors. This meant that twin doors now insulated the only entrance to the room - one opening inward and the other opening outwards - both fitted with deadbolts that could only be opened with a key.

    On the right-hand-side of the room, I had cut a rectangular hole into the wall separating the room and the gym; the hole was thirty inches wide and twenty-four inches high, and about three feet above the floor. A pair of prefabricated aluminum windows had been fitted into the hole - one behind the other. The windows were sealed and double-glazed units, and in tandem they provided extremely effective sound dampening.

    Of course, Angela's lascivious scheme meant that the new window needed to be disguised when viewed from the gym. I had accomplished this by purchasing and affixing a six-foot tall by three-foot wide one-way mirror over the new observation window. The full-length beveled mirror looked perfectly natural in the gym, and concealed the new window completely.

    So - in essence I had made the room into a clandestine and soundproofed observation post from which I could see virtually the whole gym. The one-way mirror mounted on the gym side of the wall hid the little window, and as long as the spare room was dark there was no indication that there was anything unusual lurking behind the mirror.

    Last night we had closed both doors, and Angela had listened in the gym whilst I talked quite loudly in the spare room, and she reported that she could hear nothing. Only when I actually yelled could she hear me, and even that was faint. Of course, I wouldn't be doing any yelling when the time came, but the soundproofing was simply to suppress any noise from involuntary sneezes or coughs (or even gasps) on my part.

    The final touches involved my purchases from the electronics store. I had bought four tiny but highly sensitive electret microphones and a four-way mixer/pre-amp. The wiring had perhaps been the trickiest part of the job, but I had successfully installed hidden microphones upstairs in the kitchen and lounge room, and a pair in the adjoining gym. The microphones were then wired into the four-channel mixer, and the subsequent audio signal was sent to a miniature stereo unit. I was thus able to hear everything that went on in the kitchen, lounge room and, of course, the gym.

    This, in essence, had been Angela's scheme: I would remain hidden in the spare room, but able to hear and observe everything she did in the gym with her lover.

    I turned and closed the outer door and locked it, and then I closed the inner door as well. I glanced around the room again. It has always contained a single bed and a sturdy wooden desk, and these both remained, but the desk was now pushed against the wall under the new window; on it was perched the audio mixer and the little stereo unit. There was also a pair of thick steel eyelets securely mounted in the middle of the desk, about fifteen inches apart, and a pair of small brass padlocks lay between them. The keys to the little locks were hanging on a clip nailed to the wall.

    The office chair pushed under the desk likewise had two strong steel eyelets bolted through two of the heavy leg struts. The only other items on the desk were the leather wrist and ankle cuffs that Angela had bought from an adult store while she was out working. A flutter of apprehensive excitement drifted through me as I eyed these items.

    I switched on the mixer and the stereo, and the speakers dutifully responded with the faint tick, tick, tick of the clock upstairs in the lounge room. I gave a final glance around the room, and assured myself that all was in readiness. I turned off the ceiling light, and used the flashlight to guide myself to the office chair. I rolled it out on its castor wheels and seated myself, and I then switched off the flashlight; the room was plunged into total darkness.

    I took a deep breath: It had now truly begun in earnest.

    The familiar wicked carnal buzz suddenly slithered through me again, seeming to tease me with the fact that in just a few minutes my wife and her lover would be arriving for the sole purpose of engaging in some ostensibly illicit sex. My cock gave a sudden disloyal twinge of glee, as though it greeted the prospect with lascivious delight.

    During a previous discussion with Angela, I had raised the moral and ethical aspects of what we were planning to do. Jason was, after all, going to be observed without either his knowledge or his consent.

    Angela had been pragmatic: "Look at it this way," she had told me. "What harm is it going to do? We aren't going to film him, or take pictures of him, or anything like that. He'll never know that you were watching, and no harm will be done to anyone." She had raised her eyebrows and added: "Besides - he has no qualms about coming over here and fucking another man's wife. Do you think he's concerned about the ethics of committing, for all intents and purposes, adultery?"

    In reply, I had pointed out that she - Angela - had been the one to initiate their liaison, not Jason. Angela had brushed this aside. "Fair enough - but just because I invited him didn't mean that he had to come. He had a choice, and he chose to accept the opportunity for a roll in the hay with a married woman. I'm not imposing a moral judgment here - I'm just pointing out that Jason is not exactly acting in a morally acceptable or ethical manner himself by bedding another man's wife. So, as far as I'm concerned, you covertly watching us simply evens up the scales. No more, and no less."

    Whilst I didn't completely agree with her stance, I did admit that she had a point.

    I shook the discussion from my mind, and reached down and pressed the light on my wristwatch: 9:35pm. I could feel my pulse rushing through my ears, and the tick, tick, tick of the lounge room clock provided a staccato background rhythm. A sudden hum issued from the speakers on the desk, which I identified as the fridge in the kitchen kicking in. My loins felt warm and tight, and my cock again gave a poignant twinge. My right hand reached down, and I softly caressed its tip through my jeans. The sensation was delicious, but as usual my limp cock petulantly failed to respond.

    Time passed in the pitch-black room. Tension rippled through me more intently with each passing minute.

    A faint metallic squeal suddenly issued from the speakers on the desk, and I realised that it was the sound of the garage doors opening. This could only mean that Angela had activated her remote control as she pulled into the driveway. I realised I was holding my breath as the purr of car engines soon drifted through the speakers on the desk. The microphones in the gym were apparently picking up the sounds through the thinner wall that separated the gym from the garage. The rumble of car engines ceased, and the soft slam of two car doors soon followed, and I again heard the squeal of the garage doors as they began to shut. Angela had told me that she would get Jason to park his car beside hers in the garage and then close the doors - mainly to keep his car out of sight in case someone we knew drove past, or decided to call in, despite our best efforts to ensure solitude.

    I heard the faint drone of voices drifting into the gym from the garage, but they weren't clear enough to make out actual words. My heart raced, and I drew a sharp breath. The microphones in the gym picked up the soft thud of footsteps up the garage stairway, and then the microphone in the kitchen relayed the creak of the door into the upstairs hallway stairwell.

    I gave a start as Angela's voice burst clearly forth from the little stereo: "Come in. I'll just put some lights on."

    A deep male voice replied to her: "Sure."

    "There," announced Angela. "That's better. Do you want a drink?"

    "Please," replied Jason. "A light beer if you've got one, thanks."

    "I certainly have," Angela told him. I heard the fridge door wheeze open.

    "Wow - you have a really nice house, Angie," Jason told her.

    "Thanks," my wife replied. "We bought it about three years ago, and we've put a lotta work into it." The loud tinny snap of a beer can being opened made me jump, and this was followed by the soft pop of a cork; I surmised that Angela was getting herself a glass of wine.

    "And you're positive that your husband isn't going to come home unexpectedly?" Jason asked.

    "No, sweetie," my wife assured him. "He's in Sydney until tomorrow. And even if he did arrive early, he would call me from the airport - he always calls. Trust me, and relax, sexy! Come sit in the lounge."

    Jason uttered a nervous chuckle, and I soon heard the creak of the lounge suite as the pair apparently seated themselves.

    I realised I was trembling as I sat listening, and I spontaneously caressed the tip of my unresponsive cock a little faster through my jeans. My wife and her lover made small talk for several minutes, and then there was a brief silence before I heard the unmistakably lascivious smack of soft, wet lips. The carnal buzz screamed into life as I realised that my wife and her lover were hungrily kissing. Angela, in fact, uttered several muffled moans: "Mmm... Mmmmm..."

    I listened, mesmerized as the kiss deepened. The moist smacking noises continued for two or three minutes before Angela's soft voice drifted from the stereo.

    "Jesus, you're a great kisser, sweetie," she gently praised.

    "It's the company I'm keeping," Jason replied suavely.

    "Mmm, is that so?" my wife asked playfully.

    "Uh-huh," Jason confirmed. The pair kissed again, and I realised I was now panting slightly as I listened. A soft, almost electric tingle slithered down my loins and into my flaccid cock. The lurid sound of their moist kisses persisted for two or three minutes before the pair again broke their kiss, and they exchange several more soft words.

    "Dammit," I suddenly heard Angela grunt. "I meant to get some more cigarettes on the way home - I'm down to my last one." This statement was, in fact, right on cue, and my wife continued with her well-rehearsed lines: "Can you do me a favor, Jason? Could you please run down to the service station we passed - back up on the main road - and get me another pack? The service station is the only thing open around here at this time of night. While you're gone, I'll get the spa ready for us, like I promised, okay?"

    "Sure," Jason replied. "What brand of cigarettes do you want?"

    Angela told him, and then offered to give him some money, which he refused to take. Angela then gave him more detailed directions to the service station. I listened as they made their way back down into the garage. The muffled drone of their voices carried through the gym wall again and into the microphones. I shortly heard the garage door opening, followed by the barking purr of a car engine. The purr slowly dwindled, followed by the garage door shutting again.

    Several seconds later the gym door swung open, and I saw Angela's silhouette in the doorway. Her left hand reached down to the switch for the ceiling light, and suddenly the lights in the gym blazed on. She entered the gym and closed the door behind her. She glanced towards my hiding spot and smiled softly, and strode over to the spa - which was currently devoid of water - and opened taps to begin filling it. The soft tinkle of water drifted through the speakers. My wife turned and then approached the spare room door.

    "It's cool, lover," she said, knowing I could hear her via the microphones. "He's gone to get me some smokes, just like we planned. Open the door, baby."

    I arose shakily, switched the light on and opened the inner door, and then unlocked the outer door. My sexy wife strode in, and she kissed me briefly and smiled.

    "Everything working okay, baby?" she inquired.

    "Yeah - it's all working fine," I replied. Even to myself, my voice sounded tight and squeaky, like I had been inhaling helium. "Jesus Christ, just hearing you kiss him, Angie..." My voice trailed off.

    Angela's smile widened lasciviously. "Mmm, that's just the start, my lover! Now - as you know, we have about eight minutes before he gets back, so let's get you ready. Sit down in the chair, baby."

    I quickly did as she asked. She seized the ankle cuffs from the table, dropped to her knees, and proceeded to fit the two thick leather straps around my ankles. At the same time I shakily applied one of the smaller cuffs to my left wrist. The leather felt cool and dry on my skin, and I suddenly wondered if any of this was really happening; the whole situation seemed so surreal.

    "Move your leg in towards the chair a bit, baby," Angela directed. I did so, and I heard the click of the steel snap-lock on the ankle cuff. A few seconds later there was a second click, and my ankles were now securely fastened to the two steel eyelets bolted to the chair's metal leg struts. Angela rose to her feet and rotated the chair so that I faced the desk, and she then pushed the chair forwards on its five castor wheels; my legs slid snugly into the alcove under the desk.

    My wife then quickly fastened the remaining cuff on my right wrist. "Put your hands over the metal rings, honey!" she told me, picking up the two padlocks.

    I quickly complied, and fifteen seconds later the metal 'D' shackles embedded in the thick leather cuffs were padlocked to the two steel eyelets bolted through the desktop. My pulse quickened as I realised that I was now totally immobilised; my wrists were firmly anchored to the heavy desk with little scope for movement, and my ankles were likewise shackled to the chair on which I was sat.

    Angela checked the leather straps to make sure that they were adjusted properly. She finally straightened, and she tilted her head as she glanced down at me.

    "There!" she announced demurely. "All locked up, my lover! You won't be moving from there for a while - just like in your kinky dream! Now - one final thing to do..." She reached into my shirt pocket and retrieved my mobile phone, and placed it into the palm of my right hand.

    "Okay, lover - all set!" she told me. "You have my mobile number on speed dial, and you'll know when to call me - just wait for the signal, okay?" Her voice had a sharp edge to it, and her eyes flashed with excitement. She glanced at her wristwatch. "We still have five or six minutes or so before Jason gets back, and I told him to ring my mobile phone when he gets close so I can open the garage door for him. Are you ready to watch the show, my little Cuckie?"

    The carnal buzz screamed through me once again. "Jesus, yeah, I'm ready!" I replied huskily, looking up at her beautiful face.

    "You all hot and horny, my little Cuckold?"

    "Fuck, yes!" I gasped. "Christ, you're really going to do this, aren't you!" I asked needlessly.

    Angela giggled that soft, sexy giggle. "Mmm, yes I am, Cuckie! Right in front of you, and in about fifteen minutes. And you're going to sit here - unable to move - and watch everything. You're going to watch me kiss him, and stroke his big, hard cock, and take him into my mouth so I can suck him. And then you're going to watch as I let him fuck me, Cuckie - and there's not a damned thing you can do to stop me! I'm going to make your kinky little fantasy become more real than you ever thought possible - and it's going to make me so hot knowing that you're seeing everything, but you can't even stroke your poor, soft little cock!" She finished with another wicked giggle.

    All I could do was groan in reply. She leaned down and gave me a brief, teasing kiss, her nimble tongue dancing wetly over my lips.

    "Now, my little lover?" she began softly as she straightened. "It's time for me to go slip into something a little more comfy while I wait for Jason - I bet he's going to be nice and frisky when he gets back!" My wife chortled wickedly. "And in case you haven't noticed, I'm a little frisky myself, lover! But Jason will soon take care of that for me, too!" She blew me a final kiss and walked to the doorway. "See you in a little while, Cuckie. Oh! Don't forget to listen real close to me tonight - you want 'Bitch'? I'll make sure you get it, my soft-dicked little man! Enjoy the show, wont you? I know I will!"

    With a final salacious giggle and a girlish wave of her fingers, she lifted her key ring from her jacket pocket, clicked off the light, and strode from the room. She closed the inner door behind her, and the room again was plunged into almost total darkness except for the glow from the gym lights streaming through the concealed window. I heard Angela inserting the key to the new deadbolt, and then the lock clicked in. I then faintly heard the outer door close, and I knew she would have locked that too. Through the window I watched her walk over to the spa to check on the water filling the tub, and then she turned to the mirror and flashed me a final teasing grin.

    She took her mobile phone out from the inside of her jacket, and then placed it on the shelf beside the spa. She then stepped out of her high-heels, and quickly slipped off her jacket. Her blouse followed next, and then she slid her skirt off. She was indeed wearing the set of gossamer-thin black panties and bra, and her sensual grin widened into a leer as she removed these last two items. She was now naked. The upstairs patio at the rear of the house was well fenced, and this enabled Angela to sunbathe nude when the mood took her. She had recently been doing just that, and her delicious body glowed with a light bronze tan. My gaze was quickly drawn to her neatly trimmed pubic thatch, and I licked my lips involuntarily.

    "Like what you see, Cuckie?" she asked softly, her voice floating through the speakers in front of me. My cock suddenly tingled, as if responding to a summons.

    She reached over for a thin black kimono that hung on the towel rack beside the spa, and she slipped into it. She tied the thin kimono strap around her waist, and then gathered her discarded clothes and placed them in a squat plastic hamper in the corner of the room.

    "Be back in a tick, sexy!" she informed me. "I just have to go pee, and get a couple of things from upstairs." She strode out into the garage, and the microphones relayed her footfalls going up the stairs.

    In her absence my gaze slid restlessly around the gym. From my perspective the spa was back against the rear wall, to my left, and the door between the gym and garage was on my right. Her treadmill and exercise bike were lined up along the left wall.

    Her bench-press was positioned virtually right in front of me, the aft section only about three or four feet away from the one-way mirror. It was a sturdy, expensive piece of equipment; the bench itself was wide, well padded, and could be raised or lowered to several heights. The bench was also hinged in the middle so that the upper section could be tilted and locked into different angles. Angela, employing her lurid imagination, had noted that it would be a perfect platform on which to engage in sexual intercourse. The bench could be bent at the hinge so that it had the same contours as a deckchair, and it could be raised to an ideal height so that anyone performing coitus on it could plant their feet firmly on the floor and acquire excellent leverage. Needless to say Angela had thus adjusted the bench with Jason's height in mind.

    I raked my gaze over the bench-press once more. If things went according to Angela's lascivious little scheme, I would be able to watch her coupling with Jason on the bench from the same angle as if I was watching them from the foot of a bed. Angela had realised that if she and Jason were to copulate on the bench in the missionary position, then the bench would necessitate him keeping his thighs parted as he straddled it. Angela had lewdly informed me that this would mean I would have a most intriguing and intimate view of their coupling.

    I heard my wife's footsteps coming down the stairs, and she presently strode back into the gym, carrying two items in her hand; one was her cigarette lighter, and the other was a strip of condoms. I uttered another sharp gasp as I glanced at the pack of rubbers.

    "I can't forget these, can I, honey?" she asked me, playfully waving the condoms. "I'll just leave them up here so that they're handy when the time comes." She placed both the lighter and the condoms beside her mobile phone on the shelf, and then sent me a sly smile. "Of course, Cuckie, if I keep doing this with Jason, then I'm sure that someday we won't need rubbers, hmm? He'll be allowed to take me bareback, won't he?" Her delicious giggle floated through the speakers, and I uttered another soft moan and tested my bonds; the thick leather straps held me firmly in position, and a tingling, almost poignant surge of lust poured through me as I truly realised I was quite powerless to stop Angela from doing whatever she wanted - just like in my lurid dream!

    My wife then bent over to check the water cascading into the spa once more, and I gazed down to her incredible legs under the hem of the kimono. She turned to face me and lifted herself up to sit on the wooden spa decking. The noise of flowing water still cascaded from the speakers.

    Angela crossed her legs and glanced at her wristwatch. "Mmm, Jason shouldn't be long now," she announced with another smile. "So, how does it feel, Cuckie? Is your limp little cock tingling as you wait to watch another man have me? I bet you're in there now, staring at my legs, and wondering how they're going to look wrapped around Jason's back, aren't you?" Angela tittered softly. "And I hope you noticed that I did shave my pussy into that neat bikini line that turns you on so much... So I'm nice and smooth down there, honey - I'm sure Jason will like it, too."

    Her mobile phone suddenly warbled. She got to her feet and picked it up from the shelf and glanced at the digital readout. She looked towards me again. "Oh! - speak of the devil!"

    She pressed a button and raised the phone to her ear. "Hiya, sexy," she said into the receiver. "Yep, okay... Great - I'll go open the door now, so just drive right in... No, everything's still fine... Yep, that's just about ready, too - it's just about full up now... Ha!... It's number one-four-three, in case you overshoot it!... Okay! See you in a tick! 'Bye!"

    She placed her phone back on the shelf and turned to me. "Well, my little Cuckie? My frisky lover will be here in about thirty seconds, so I'd better go let him in, huh? Of course, I'll be letting him into more than the garage soon, won't I?" With a final wink she strode from the gym, closing the door behind her

    Inside the spare room I felt my pulse skyrocket! I again tested my bonds, and I felt that my own mobile phone was now warm as I held it in my restrained right hand. I tilted my wrist and set it gently down on the table so as not to thrust it out of reach of my shackled hand. The sound of the garage door opening filtered through the speakers, followed shortly after by the heavy purr of a car engine. The purr abruptly ceased, and I could just make out Angela's voice. The garage door whined as it closed again, and then I heard a car door shut. I tensed.

    The gym door opened, and Angela appeared in the doorway, a fresh pack of cigarettes in her hand. She was speaking over her shoulder to Jason: "...up and grab your beer, and get my wine too, please, sweetie - in fact, fill it up again for me, can you? Then come down, and we'll have a nice, warm dip!"

    I could hear Jason's voice from outside of the gym: "No worries - I'll be right back down. Can I use your bathroom, Angie?"

    "Of course, sweetie," my wife replied. "Turn left in the kitchen, and it's the first door on your right." Angela told him.

    "Thanks," Jason replied. "I'll be right back!"

    "Okay," she told him.

    Angela continued into the gym, and placed the new packet of smokes on the shelf beside her lighter and mobile phone. There was also a small metal ashtray on the shelf. I could hear Jason's heavy footfalls upstairs through the speakers as he apparently went to urinate. Angela shut off the water and turned on the spa; I could hear the electric jets begin to whir.

    Without further ado, she slipped off her kimono and hung it back on the towel rack. I again drank in the sight of her gorgeous body, and my cock tingled yet again as I gazed at her pert breasts and shapely legs. My wife then stepped up onto the decking and slowly lowered herself into the spa. She turned and sat down in the swirling water, and then reached across and retrieved her cigarettes, lighter and ashtray from the shelf. She opened the pack and extracted a smoke and lit it, placing the cigarettes, lighter and ashtray on the spa decking to her left. As she exhaled she glanced towards my hiding place, and a soft grin caressed her face.

    A few moments later I heard heavy footsteps coming down the garage stairs, and Jason shortly strode into the gym; even though I knew he could not see me, I involuntarily cringed.

    Jason was perhaps six foot, two inches tall, and, as Angela had stated, I'm sure that many women would consider him extremely handsome. He had finely chiseled features, and a crop of short, dark hair. My wife had told me that he worked as a landscape gardener, or in some such outdoor job, and both the colour and the tone of his body reflected his physically active profession. Even fully dressed, I could see that he had broad, muscular shoulders and narrow hips. Another pang of masochistic eroticism flooded through me as I realised why Angela found him physically attractive.

    He elbowed the door closed behind him, took one look at Angela in the spa, and he pursed his lips and sent her a playful wolf-whistle.

    My wife laughed. "What are you waiting for?" she asked him. "Get your clothes off, and come on in!"

    Jason uttered a soft chuckle, and passed Angela her glass of wine. He set his own light beer down on the spa decking, and began undressing. My gaze was on my wife as she watched him strip, and when he took his shirt off she drew on her cigarette and gazed appreciatively at his lean torso. He had his back to me, and as he slid his jeans and briefs off, I could see Angela's rapt gaze slide down to his cock. When he was naked, he quickly stepped up onto the decking and lowered himself into the water beside her.

    I squirmed as I watched him settle to Angela's right-hand-side, my heart thumping, and my cock sending lewd ripples through my loins. The evil little buzz slithered through me with renewed vigor, and I found I was panting as I watched my naked wife sitting side-by-side with this handsome (and also naked) young man. They chatted in a languid fashion for about five minutes, sipping their drinks as Angela finished her cigarette, with Jason asking my wife about her gym, and about her job, and other idle chit-chat. At one point he gestured to the door to the spare room. "What's in there? Another bedroom?"

    Angela shook her head. "No. It's just a storage room, mainly. The bedrooms are all upstairs." Jason nodded, and presently lost interest in the spare room, for which I was thankful.

    As Jason took a final swig of his beer, Angela darted a glance towards my hiding spot, and she smiled slightly. When he placed the empty beer can on the decking, Angela slid over to him and slowly eased herself up onto his lap so that she was sat sideways. Her upper torso lifted from the water as she did so, and her breasts were wet and shiny. Jason quickly slid his left arm around her narrow waist, and she reciprocated by snaking her right arm behind his neck.

    My heart nearly exploded as Angela suddenly lowered her face, and pressed her lips to his.

    I could clearly hear the wet smack of their joined lips over the gentle bubble of the warm water, and before long their kiss had intensified. I could actually see my wife's nimble tongue eagerly probing between his lips, and several times they tilted their heads to opposite sides, and as they did so their mouths opened and their moist tongues caressed and entwined. Jason reached up with his right hand to cup my wife's left breast. In my dark hiding spot, I stifled a soft gasp as his thumb and forefinger closed on her hardening nipple. The rush of my pulse whooshed loudly in my ears.

    Angela slid her hips away from him slightly, and her left hand dipped underwater towards his groin as they continued kissing. Her elbow soon started moving gently up and down, and it was obvious that she was stroking Jason's cock. My own cock gave a soft, impotent throb, almost in silent salute, and I began trembling harder than ever. I again tested my bonds, even though I knew there was little point - I had made sure that the four steel eyelets were very securely mounted; I could do nothing but watch.

    Back in the spa my wife broke their kiss. "Sit up on the top step, sexy," she quietly told her lover, moving back to allow him to rise.

    Jason did as she asked, lifting to sit on the topmost step on the inside of the spa, elevating his hips out of the water. He had a lean, firm body that many men would have envied - myself included. He parted his legs slightly, and his cock suddenly sprang into view, and it was already almost fully erect. I gasped; it was an impressive specimen - perhaps eight inches long, and of considerable girth. A delicious, almost masochistic pang sizzled through me as I realised that my wife had told me the truth - his cock was a lot bigger than mine! I feverishly gazed on.

    Angela moved between his knees, facing him, and he leaned back, sliding his arms backwards so he could brace himself. My wife sank down slightly in the bubbling water, and her lower blonde tresses became damp as they dipped underwater. She reached out with her right hand to wrap her fingers around his cock, and she slowly stroked him for perhaps thirty seconds. He came to full potency, and I was stunned at how small Angela's hand looked as it encased Jason's thick shaft.

    "Mmm, you're nice and hard for me," my wife huskily told him. She then lowered her pretty face towards his manhood. Time suddenly seemed to stand still as I watched Angela's full, pouty lips part, and I uttered a choked gasp as she took the head of his cock into her warm mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked.

    "Oh, fuck yeah, Angie!" Jason intoned softly.

    My wife responded with an unintelligible mumble, and she gradually slid more of his meaty cock into her mouth. Her head slowly began to weave back and forth, and I watched in rapt, unblinking fascination as her lips slid moistly up and down his thick shaft. She got into a rhythm, and she was soon fellating him in earnest, her right hand now stroking him to the rhythm of her lips and tongue. The head of his cock was broad, and a soft purple colour, and every so often Angela would draw back and swirl her slick tongue around his taut, shiny glans, her eyes never leaving his face as she did so. Jason leaned back further so that he could better watch my wife's oral ministrations.

    "Jesus, that feels so good, babe..." Jason told her. In response my wife cupped his balls with her left hand and gently tickled and caressed them as she suckled him. She began to slide him deeper and deeper into her mouth, and she slowly removed her right hand from his shaft. A few moments later she was actually deep-throating him, and all of a sudden I remembered my dream about watching her do just that. My cock sent another tingle through my loins, and my stomach did flip-flops when her lips finally encircled the root of his impressive shaft. Jason gently laid a hand on her hair and simply watched her through half-closed eyes, cooing soft encouragement.

    I again strained against my bonds, but I was unable to take my eyes from the lascivious scene being played out before me. I was shocked to discover that a huge part of me was subconsciously egging her on; On a dark, subliminal level, I desperately wanted to see him cum all over my wife's pretty face, or to watch as he exploded inside her mouth, and see her swallow every drop of his creamy load! My heart raced even faster as my parched gaze hungrily drank in the sight of my wife giving her young, handsome lover a blowjob - something she hadn't truly done for me in months!

    Angela at that moment allowed Jason's tool to slip from between her lips. It was slick and shiny with her saliva. She looked up at her lover and smiled. "Mmm... you have such a big, beautiful cock, Jason."

    Jason reflected her smile. "And you have a beautiful body, Angie - and, Jesus Christ, you're incredibly good at what you're doing!"

    My wife gave a soft chuckle. "Why, thank you, kind sir! I'm a little out of practice, sorry - I haven't sucked a cock as big as yours in a long time!"

    I stifled a gasp, and recalled that Angela had warned me that she would be 'bitchy' - and here was my first taste of that! Her remark sent yet more tendrils of masochistic lust slithering through my lower abdomen, and I felt my balls tighten.

    Jason grinned. "Practice on me as much as you want!" he playfully quipped.

    Angela laughed, and she extended her nimble tongue and slid it up and down the length of his cock. "Cheeky boy! But with a cock this yummy, I can't say no!" She began fellating him again, and Jason grunted softly as she sucked him deeply into her warm, wet mouth. All I could do was to imagine just how good it must have felt!

    After about two minutes of intensive cock sucking, Angela once again withdrew her mouth from his glistening tool. She gazed up at him. "Why don't we get out of the tub, sweetie - and then I want you to fuck me."

    "Now that's the best idea I've heard all day," replied Jason. He darted a quick glance around the gym. "Er - where are we gonna do it, Angie?"

    Angela pointed. "Over there - on the bench-press."

    Jason instantly arose to his feet and climbed out of the spa. He gallantly helped Angela out, and my wife handed him a towel from the towel rack and then took one for herself. I watched hungrily as they gave themselves a cursory wipe with the towels. Angela hastily grabbed the packet of rubbers from the shelf, took Jason's hand, and then led him over to the bench-press. Their bodies were still glistening with moisture, and I was again impressed as I glanced at Jason's still erect manhood jutting out like the muzzle of a cannon. They were both now within about eight feet of me. I held my breath, and I shook in anticipation of what I knew was coming.

    My wife lowered herself onto the expensive fitness device, and swung her legs up and over the vinyl covered bench seat. Angela quickly lay back against the sloping upper platform, and she then parted her thighs. Her legs were soon splayed widely out on either side of the bench seat. I caught a quick glimpse of her trimmed pussy, and I noticed that her pussy-lips were engorged and open. I felt my mouth go dry.

    She looked up at her lover standing beside her. "Honey? I want you to lick Me." she implored softly.

    Jason immediately swung himself over the bench and sat facing her with his legs straddling the bench seat. His broad back obscured my view of Angela for a few moments until he lowered his body so that he lay flat, with his head hovering over my wife's mons pubis. He quickly lowered his face towards the apex of her thighs. Although I couldn't see exactly what he was doing with his mouth, I soon discovered that Angela's facial expression told me everything I needed to know: Her face was flushed with excitement, and her eyes were glazed as she peered down at him. All of a sudden her eyelids fluttered and then closed, and she tilted her head back in a gesture of sudden pleasure, uttering a low moan; I instantly knew that Jason's lips and tongue had just acquainted themselves with my wife's smooth, creamy pussy.

    Angela drew her legs upwards slightly, and Jason's head started bobbing and tilting rhythmically, and Angela opened her eyes to look down at him. Soft slurps and sucking noises drifted from the little speakers in front of me. Jason's large hands slid over Angela's flat stomach and up towards her breasts; he soon found her nipples, and he took both of them between a thumb and forefinger, and began gently tweaking and pinching them.

    "Mmmm, yeah, sweetie," my wife urged. "Pinch them harder, honey... Mmm, yeah baby, just like that!... Oooh, Fuck... Your tongue feels so good! Mmm, LICK ME!"

    Jason buried his face deeper into my wife's cunt, and she slid her fingers through his short hair, guiding his lips and tongue to exactly where she wanted them. Her upper body was, of course, raised higher than her abdomen because of the sloping bench seat, and her pleasure-laden gaze flickered easily over his shoulders to my hiding spot, and it seemed that she was looking directly into my eyes. She kind of puckered her lips, as if she was blowing me a kiss, and she winked and leered for a second before turning her attention back to her lover.

    "Yeah, baby - lick it just like that," she told him. "Lick my button... Jesus, you're making me so wet for you..."

    My eyes were glued to her pretty face as she gazed down at Jason performing cunnilingus on her. She slid her fingers from his hair, and shortly a sudden crinkling noise darted from the stereo. I saw that Angela was breaking one of the seals on the packet of condoms, and she gently lifted a rubber out of its plastic cocoon.

    "Mmm, stand up, baby," she shakily told her lover. Jason lifted his lips from her cunt, and then stood up as she had asked, with his legs straddling the bench, again mostly blocking Angela from view. My wife was apparently rising to a sitting position, her legs bending out at right angles. I glanced at the gap between Jason's parted thighs, and I saw my wife's hand reaching for his cock. Jason's heavy balls suddenly began wobbling, and I heard more sucking and slurping noises. I realised that my wife was once again fellating him to full hardness in preparation to slide the condom onto his cock. In fact Jason's hips began moving softly back and forth, and he grunted. He was gently fucking her mouth!

    The slurping noises ceased, and silence reigned for about ten seconds before I heard Angela's excited voice again. "There - it's on! Now, baby - I want you to FUCK ME!"

    My wife quickly leaned back on the sloping bench, and her ankles suddenly lifted and hovered on either side of Jason's thighs. He quickly lurched forward and lowered his upper body onto her, bending at the knees so he could keep his feet on the floor. My wife's face came into view over his right shoulder once more as he nestled his hips between her outstretched thighs. I caught a quick glimpse of my wife's neatly trimmed pussy peeping out from behind Jason's swaying balls. Suddenly his rubber-sheathed cock blocked the view, and I could see Angela's fingers wrapped around its head, guiding it to the entrance of her slit.

    I panted as his large plum-colored glans nuzzled her pussy-lips. He altered his stance slightly, and then - with a long moan of ecstasy from my wife - he slowly thrust his hips downwards, and slid four inches of his cock into her warm, welcoming cunt!

    It was all I could do not to moan myself! My eyes were riveted to the sight of Jason's large, meaty cock slowly probing deeper and deeper between my wife's labia. Angela's legs bucked, and she repositioned herself as well, sliding a little further downward. With a couple of tentative thrusts, Jason's cock slid in up to the hilt, and his balls kissed my wife's asshole. Angela arched her back and gasped as he briefly held his thick shaft inside the hot, slippery confines of her cunt. As he gently withdrew, her inner labia seemed to almost suck at his retreating flesh, as if they were reluctant for it to depart! Angela's hands curled around his hips and slid down to cup the cheeks of his backside as the full length of his shaft sank into her pussy again. His hips began pumping, and my wife uttered another groan of ecstasy as he began to fuck her in earnest.

    My beautiful wife - the center of my world - was cuckolding me! She was letting another man FUCK her, right in front of me! I had to stifle yet another moan, and my cock again throbbed impotently in vicarious salute as I watched Jason's thrusts become faster and deeper. Angela had been right; the height of the bench enabled Jason to use his muscular legs to thrust powerfully into her. The bench-press creaked and groaned cheerily as if it was enjoying the lewd use to which it was being put.

    "Oh, Jesus!" my wife moaned. "Your cock is so big... so big! Give it to me... Give it to me, baby! Fuck me!"

    The sharp, fleshy slap of Jason's hips against Angela's soft thighs began reverberating through the little stereo. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! I could even make out the wet, squelchy sound of his cock as it plunged in and out of her creamy pussy; Shlup! Shlarp! Shlurrp! Shlup!

    "Come on, baby!" implored my wife eagerly. "Fuck me! Give it to me! Fuck me like my husband can't!"

    "Jesus, you're so tight!" Jason grunted. "So fuckin' tight, Angie, and so hot and wet!"

    "Fuck! You're filling me up so much!" Angela gasped. She slid her hands up along his back and her shapely calf muscles tightened as she wrapped her legs around his pumping hips. Her ankles locked, and I glanced past them and up to my wife's face. To my surprise I found that she was looking over Jason's shoulder directly into the mirror again - directly at me. She again winked, and her eyes blazed with lust.

    "Mmmmm!" she gasped to her lover. "Do you have any idea how much better you are at fucking me than my husband is, baby? How much bigger your beautiful cock is?"

    "Does it feel good, baby?" Jason asked with a tinge of self-satisfaction coloring his voice.

    "Oooh, yeah!" my wife told him. "Do you know that my hubby hasn't fucked me since you did two weeks ago?"

    "His loss," Jason panted smugly. "Maybe you should keep that sweet little pussy of yours just for me, sexy!"

    Angela just happened to be glancing over Jason's shoulder again as he made his last remark. She smiled towards my hiding place and replied: "Mmm, maybe I should! It'd mean that I'd at least get a decent fuck every so often!" She giggled.

    "I'd fuck you every single day if I could!" Jason gasped to her.

    "Mmm!" cooed my wife. "I fucking wish! Does it feel good to know that you have a much bigger cock than my husband?"

    "Yeah," Jason replied tightly. "It's hot knowing that I can fuck you better than he can!"

    "Jesus, that you CAN!" Angela confirmed in a half moan, half snicker. "You're deeper inside me than he will ever be! Give it to me, baby - FUCK ME!"

    In my hiding spot I nearly swooned! My hands shook so much that I feared the padlocks would start rattling! I clenched my fingers and tried to quell my trembling.

    Jason decided to oblige my wife's last request; he hooked his palms under her shoulders, and his powerful hips rocked up and down even harder and faster, and again I watched transfixed as Angela's labia clung lovingly to his plunging cock. A thin rivulet of her secretions emerged from the base of her slit and ran slowly down the crack of her ass, and I could see that Jason's large balls were becoming wet and shiny with her juices as they slapped her buttocks and asshole, bouncing and jolting gleefully. They kissed passionately again, the wet smacking of their lips adding to the moist chorus of their coupling. Angela had unclasped her legs from around his hips, and now they were spread wide - actually well past a ninety-degree angle. Her whole body shook and jerked with each powerful thrust of his hips. The bench-press creaked and shook with increasing zest, and the sharp slap, slap, slap of their flesh became louder than ever.

    My wife obviously appreciated the increased tempo of his strokes; she exhorted him with greater gusto, and her moans and squeals became more ardent than ever. Her outstretched legs twitched and trembled, and the creamy rivulet of her juice trickling down the crack of her ass became a steady torrent. Even her upper thighs had become slick with her wetness.

    In a heady, carnal daze I watched as Jason's thick cock delved and plumbed my wife's cunt. I had not been able to have intercourse with her for the better part of a whole year, and now here I was, watching another man filling that most intimate part of her with his manhood just a few feet away - not only watching, but loving the sight, relishing the depraved carnal glow that her sanctioned infidelity was awakening in me! I sat there greedily drinking in the image of how her cunt seemed to suck hungrily at this stranger's big cock. I lapped up the delicious humiliation, the lascivious sense of helplessness, and the pure mind-blowing masochistic thrill.

    As my wife again loudly voiced her pleasure, I knew that nothing would ever compare to the heady, almost surreal sense of insatiable carnality that I felt right now; my wife wasn't simply cuckolding me - she was relishing the chance to do so! She was obviously loving this opportunity to slake her own ardent sexual appetites, and I found that her wanton eagerness to satisfy her lust with a man who possessed a much larger cock than I did turned me on most of all!

    With incredible clarity, I suddenly realised that I had always been a cuckold - I just needed to find my cuckoldress! And there she was before me - my wife - who at this very moment was letting another man take what was rightly mine, ardently letting him enter and probe and penetrate her, allowing him to possess her in a way that I hadn't for months! She had called me 'Cuckie' - and now I instinctively realised that it was a self-fulfilling prophecy; providing she had my approval, I knew that Angela would relish the chance to bed other men, and that this definitely wouldn't be the last time another man enjoyed her intimate charms. My usurped cock gave a soft, poignant throb as I realised I was eagerly looking forward to the prospect of henceforth having to share my wife's pussy!

    With a kinky jolt, I even half hoped that Jason's condom broke, and that when he climaxed his thick cream would flood my wife's hot, humid cunt! I imagined looking at her pussy, all wet and sticky with her own secretions, and then watching as Jason's cum slowly trickled out, almost as if to confirm once and for all my status as a true cuckold! I felt a tiny trickle of pre-cum ooze from my own flaccid tool, and I uttered a soft gasp of both excitement and acceptance.

    All of a sudden Angela's moans shifted to a higher pitch. "Oh JESUS! Fuck me, Jason! Fuck me!... I'm gonna cum!... Keep fucking me!... KEEP FUCKING MEEEEE!" Her legs gave several violent shudders, and as I watched, her clasping cunt seemed to clench Jason's plunging cock even tighter.

    "Oh, God, please!" shrieked my wife. "Keep going!... Keep going!... I'm gonna CUM!" Jason's thrusts became even more vigorous, and Angela's smooth, supple legs once again wrapped around his hips, locking at the ankles. I knew that they wouldn't unclasp until orgasm had swept through her.

    "YES!" she howled. "NOW!... NOW!... OH MY GOD, YES!... NOW!... AHHHHHHHHHHHH!... OHHHHHH!... OH JESUS, YES!... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

    I nearly swooned once more as I listened to my wife climax! I watched as her juicy cunt seemed to spasm around Jason's thick manhood, and a fresh, copious torrent of thick, clear liquid seeped out from between her taut pussy-lips and Jason's pumping cock. It poured down the crack of her ass, and began forming a shiny pool on the vinyl bench.

    It was then that I noticed Jason's balls shifting position. They almost seemed to be pulled upwards, out of his scrotum towards the root of his shaft. At the same time he gave a husky grunt. "Oh, fuck! I'm gonna cum too, babe!"

    "DO IT!" implored my wife eagerly. "CUM FOR ME!"

    Jason's balls parted and pulled up even further until they were positioned tightly on opposite sides at the base of his cock, like a pair of bulbous eyes. He gave another long groan, and then his thrusts slowed slightly, and he plunged his cock into her drenched pussy one final time.

    "Jesus, I'm cuming!" he wailed. "I'M CUMING!...YEAH!... FUCK, YEAH!... ARGHHHHHHH!"

    I could actually see the underside of his cock pulsing as he ejaculated - the slick, rubber-coated flesh throbbing as it joyfully squirted his creamy semen deep into my wife's pussy. His tightened balls quivered, and held their taut position for several seconds before they suddenly dropped back into his sac with an almost audible plop! Angela unlocked her ankles with a groan of satisfaction, and she lowered her calves to rest on his twitching buttocks. I could once again hear the soft smack of lips as the pair kissed deeply. I suddenly felt weak and dazed, and I realised I was coated with a sheen of sweat.

    Angela and her lover lay for a couple of minutes as afterglow rippled through them both, still languidly kissing; Jason's slowly deflating cock was still wedged in my wife's cunt, although his now loose and drooping balls hid it from my view. Jason gradually lifted from her, and slowly rose to his feet. He stood gasping slightly and gazing down at my prone wife.

    "Mmm, that was so fucking good, sweetie," Angela cooed. She hadn't altered her splayed position as of yet; her legs were still parted, although her feet were now resting on the floor, and I could now clearly see her drenched cunt and pubic region. The pool of her cream still lay on the vinyl bench under her asshole like an oil slick.

    "Jesus, Angie - you're such a hot, hot lady," Jason said softly. Angela sent him a pleased smile, and he turned slightly, and I looked down to see the condom on his now half deflated cock; the bulbous end of the rubber bulged with a copious amount of his cum. He reached down and gently unrolled the condom from off his manhood and looked askance at Angela.

    "Roll it up and poke it into your empty beer can, and then crush it," she told him. "I'll bin it later."

    He nodded, and ambled over to the spa and did as she asked. My wife slowly sat up, swung her legs over the bench, and then strode over to Jason just as he crushed the beer can containing the used and full condom. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

    "Why don't we slip back into the spa, sweetie?" my wife suggested softly. "After that, I think we both need a good, long bath!"

    Jason chuckled, and voiced his agreement. Angela darted upstairs to get them both another drink as Jason sank gratefully into the bubbling water, a contented half-smile flooding his face. Angela soon returned with another beer for him, and a wine for herself. She then climbed into the spa beside him, and they kissed briefly before sipping their drinks.

    For the next fifteen minutes they simply sat side by side in the spa and talked. I was, of course, still wired and horny beyond all belief, and even their soft post coital conversation turned me on. The carnal buzz trilled through me like a drug, and I glanced down at my mobile phone and awaited the signal from Angela to press the button that would speed dial her phone.

    Angela presently arose from the spa and popped upstairs again to replenish their drinks. After she returned, another ten minutes passed while the pair softly chatted and bantered as the swirling hot water soaked over them. When Angela finally finished the last of her wine, she placed the empty glass on the shelf next to the spa instead of on the spa decking.

    I looked at the empty glass: That was my cue!

    I gingerly plucked my mobile phone from the table with my shackled right hand, and pressed a button on the touch-pad. The LED display glowed into life. I clicked twice to bring up the internal phone book, and then I pressed the green button to dial Angela's mobile number.

    Several seconds passed. I held my breath.

    Out in the gym, Angela's phone trilled. Angela scowled, and she arose and reached for the warbling gadget. She answered the call:

    "Hello? Oh, hi hun!" Angela darted a glance towards Jason and raised her forefinger to her lips - the classic "shush!" gesture. She then continued talking into the phone. "Yeah... Just down in the gym right now - I just did a few K's on the treadmill, and now I'm taking a dip in the tub... Uh-huh... Uh-huh... Ah, okay... Okay, hun... How long will you be?... Yeah, that's fine... Good flight?... Ah, I see... Yeah... Sure... Okay, I'll be up... drive safe... See you soon, hun... Love you, too... 'Bye."

    I had to admire both Angela's acting skills and her aplomb.

    Jason had been listening to the conversation, and as it progressed I could see him stiffen in apprehension. It was almost comical to watch his expression changing.

    "Who was that?" he anxiously asked when Angela had placed her phone back on the shelf.

    "That was my husband," she replied, leaning back into the spa. "He changed his mind and took the last flight from Sydney, and just landed at Melbourne airport. He'll be here in just over an hour."

    Jason sat upright. "Shit! I had better get going!"

    Angela laughed. "Calm down, honey! He's still at the airport on the other side of town - not just up the street! We still have plenty of time to get you dressed and on your way."

    Jason relaxed a little, and the pair sat talking softly for several more minutes. I was still dazed and incredibly excited by the sight of my naked wife and her equally naked lover as they sat chatting and giggling in the spa. I flexed my shackled ankles and wrists in anticipation of Angela releasing me. Lust and desire bubbled in me like fermenting syrup.

    Out in the gym Angela finally sighed. "Well, I suppose we'd better get you on your way before hubby gets here, sweetie." Jason nodded, and they climbed out of the spa. Angela simply dried herself and slipped her black kimono back on, and then perched herself up on the spa decking with her legs crossed. Jason, of course, needed to completely redress, and as Angela sat watching him slide his jeans on, I saw her glancing towards the mirror. A soft, slightly naughty smile formed on her lips. I gazed back at her in apprehension - something unexpected was forming in that evil mind of hers.

    When Jason had finally slid his boots on, Angela quickly rose to her feet and approached him, and the pair kissed. I could see that my wife was really putting a lot of passion into the kiss, and Jason duly responded. My wife pulled back, and looked up at him.

    "I want to do something before you go," she told him.

    "What's that, sexy?" he asked.

    "I want to give you a blowjob," she replied.

    I think Jason was just as startled as I was.

    "Now?" Jason asked her.

    My wife nodded. "There's something I have always wanted to do - and that's to be able to watch myself sucking a big cock - a big cock like yours..." My wife gestured toward my hiding place. "I want you to stand in front of the mirror as I kneel down and suck you. I want to see myself taking you into my mouth - will you do that for me?"

    I gasped in astonishment, and Jason himself seemed surprised, but naturally assented. The pair strode towards my hiding place, and I again cringed involuntarily as they approached and came to a halt no more than two feet from the mirror. They stood facing eachother, side-by-side - Angela to my left, and Jason on the right. My wife smiled at her lover and slowly kissed him deeply again. Her fingers fluttered downwards to loosen the strap on her kimono; the thin material parted under its own weight, revealing her firm, golden breasts. She broke their passionate kiss, and lifted the kimono from her shoulders, and it slithered to the floor, crumpling at her feet. She was once again totally naked. I drew a deep breath as she kicked her kimono to one side.

    My wife then smiled demurely at her lover and sank to her knees in front of him. She then did a curious thing; instead of unbuttoning his jeans, she simply reached up and unzipped his fly, and slid her slender hand inside the opening. I could see her easing the front of his briefs down, and then she gently drew his cock out of the slit. Her hand reached in again, heading downwards, and she even more gently lifted his balls out of the fissure.

    I gazed in perplexity at the pair for several seconds - Angela completely naked as she knelt in front of him, and Jason standing beside her, fully dressed except for his genitals dangling out of his fly. Jason himself seemed puzzled, but not displeased; he simply gazed down at my naked wife as she briefly cupped his balls in her small palm before wrapping her fingers around his cock. His shaft wasn't hard, but I could see that it was in the process of becoming so. Angela's lewd proposal had obviously excited him, and I envied his prowess in being able to rise to the occasion twice within thirty minutes; one of the many benefits of youth.

    "Mmm, such a beautiful cock..." my wife cooed. She softly jerked it with her right hand, looking into the mirror, almost right into my eyes... She knew, of course, that it would drive me practically insane to watch her fellate Jason to the ultimate conclusion - and she had arranged to do it almost right under my nose. My own cock gave yet another excited twitch as I watched her stroking him to hardness.

    Her head slowly eased forward, and she parted her lips and flicked her tongue over his large, plum-shaped glans. I sat mesmerized, watching every move she made. She looked up at Jason and smiled, and then slid his growing tool into her hot, wet mouth.

    Jason grunted, and placed his right hand behind my wife's head. In a burst of recollection, I suddenly realised why Angela had elected to ease his cock and balls out of his fly rather than lowering his jeans completely: I had once told her that the notion of her being completely naked as she fellated a virtually fully dressed man was a huge turn-on for me. It seems that she had remembered my lewd observation, and was now acting on it.

    Angela pulled back and let his hardening cock slip from her mouth. "Mmm, it's so hot to watch myself suck your big cock, sweetie. Watch with me..." She gestured to the mirror, and once more took Jason's dick into her mouth, sucking it with growing enthusiasm.

    I sat there as both of them watched their reflection in the mirror - Jason watching her suck his cock, and Angela gazing up into his eyes. The different angles of their gazes meant that both of them seemed to be looking me directly in the eyes as Angela fellated him. The deliciously lecherous contrast of Jason's almost fully attired state and my wife's nakedness as she knelt in front of her lover and sucked his cock was incredibly carnal. I don't think I had ever seen a more wanton and wickedly indecent sight in my entire life! I swallowed heavily and panted.

    "Mmmmmm..." hummed my wife. She began stroking the base of his cock faster, and her head bobbed back and forth more vigorously, sliding her mouth and soft lips up and down his shaft, over and over. His cock was now completely hard, and at this close range the impressive size of his manhood was all too apparent to me. I suddenly realised that he would have compared very favorably with Angela's large dildo, and the insatiable little buzz seemed to chortle inside me! My own cock once again quivered, and I found that my pelvis was spontaneously writhing, desperately trying to stimulate myself.

    "Jesus, Angie!" muttered Jason. "Oh, Christ, that's so good!"

    His hips began to sway, rocking back and forth to match her bobbing lips and mouth. From this close range, I could see every vein on his cock, and see the bulge of Angela's cheeks as Jason's tool filled her mouth, over and over. Angela looked up at him and again pulled back.

    "Jason?" she whispered huskily. "I want you to cum in my mouth... I want to watch as you cream... Fuck my mouth, baby... Shove your cock in and out for me..."

    She immediately slid his cock back between her lips, and disengaged her hands. In fact, she placed her hands behind her back in what was almost a gesture of submission and surrender. Do whatever you want to me, her body screamed, and I won't stop you! Jason gasped, and immediately complied with her last request; he now began pumping his hips harder, placing his left hand behind her head as well. He held her face steady as his large cock pistoned in and out of her mouth. All the time her gaze never left their reflection in the mirror, and she started to hum, making a soft, sexy noise each time his cock touched base: "Uhmm... Uhmm... Uhmm... Uhmmm..."

    "Oh fuck, Angie!" gasped Jason. He, too, was watching their reflection in the mirror. He sped his thrusts, sending his tool spearing into my wife's hot mouth even faster. A rivulet of her drool trickled down her lips and pooled on her chin. My wife's muffled moans kept pace with his accelerated thrusts: "Uhmmm!... Uhmmm!... Uhmmm!... Uhmmm!... Uhmmmm!"

    I found I was again silently adding my own encouragement, watching in feverish expectation as Jason became more and more urgent in his quest to fill my wife's mouth with his semen. He had now achieved a perfect rhythm, his smoothly pumping hips thrusting his cock into her mouth as though it was a warm, sucking cunt. I was shocked to realise that I was actually mouthing silent words: "Do it... Cream her... Cum in her mouth...Do it!" I got control of myself with an effort, and watched as his balls gleefully jolted and swayed, occasionally bouncing playfully off her chin

    Angela's little moans and whimpers intensified, and I could see her nipples standing proud and erect as her tits swayed to the beat of his thrusts. Jason suddenly uttered a soft gasp. "Jesus, I'm gonna cum, Angie!"

    My wife looked up at him, and she rapidly nodded and then winked at him; her message was clear - Cum in my Mouth

    Jason tensed, and his legs shook, and I could actually see his balls contracting again. He gave two soft moans, and then he held the bulk of his cock inside her mouth and groaned softly. I could see the base of his cock throbbing and pulsing, and I could also see Angela sucking and swallowing as his cream exploded in her mouth, her humming now taking on a tone of delight... Jesus, he had just cum in her mouth! I felt my cock leaking doomed pre-cum again.

    Jason's grunts of pleasure slowly dwindled, and Angela tenderly resumed fellating him, her head weaving with deliberate slowness in and out as Jason struggled to remain steady on his feet. My wife kept up her soft, post-orgasmic oral ministrations for almost a minute as Jason regained his breath. His shaft had reluctantly started to deflate, and Angela continued to softly lick and suckle it as it shrank. She finally gave it several deep, gentle sucks before she let it slip wetly from her lips.

    Angela looked up at him. "Mmm, you taste fucking yummy!" She opened her mouth and slid her tongue out to show him (and me) that she had indeed swallowed every drop of his cream.

    He uttered a soft chuckle of mingled praise and contentment. "Jesus! You're so fucking good at that, Angie... Oh my sweet Jesus, you are the best I've ever, ever had..."

    My wife smiled sweetly at him, and gently eased his now drooping balls back through his fly, and then did the same with his half-deflated cock. She finished by pulling the front of his briefs up through the slit and then re-zipping him. My wife then gathered her discarded kimono from the floor and arose from her knees. As she slid back into the thin gown, she turned her head towards the mirror and smiled at her own reflection. I knew her smile was directed at me.

    "So you liked that, sexy?" she asked, turning back to her lover.

    "Oh, yeah!" he quickly replied. "I hope you enjoyed watching it as much as I enjoyed you doing it!"

    My wife laughed softly, fastening the kimono strap around her narrow waist. "Well, sweetie, I'd better send you on your way, and tidy up before hubby gets home."

    Jason nodded, and the pair slowly walked to the far doorway.

    "You got everything?" my wife asked him.

    Jason nodded. "Yeah - I just came with my wallet, so there's not a lot to leave behind."

    "Okay, sweetie," my wife replied. She opened the door, and they disappeared through the doorway. I could hear the pair talking softly in the garage for a couple of minutes, as well as engage in a long parting kiss. A car door opened and then thudded shut, and then I heard the whine of the garage door raising, followed by the bark of Jason's car starting up. The engine gradually dwindled until it was gone, and then I heard the garage door close again.

    A minute passed.

    Angela suddenly strode back into the gym. She smiled softly towards my hiding place, and walked to the laundry hamper and lifted her black jacket. She reached into a pocket and retrieved her key ring, and then walked towards the spare room door.

    A few seconds later I heard the outer door open, and then I heard the key sliding into the deadbolt on the inner door. The door opened, and my wife slowly walked in. She clicked the light on, and I blinked in the sudden glare. Her kimono did little to hide the contours of her body, and I stared hungrily at her.

    "So, lover," she began softly, dropping her key ring on the desk. "How was the show?"

    All I could do was croak.

    Angela giggled softly. "Was it good, my little Cuckie?"

    I nodded.

    She reached up to retrieve the small brass keys from the clip on the wall, and began to unlock the padlocks. The wrist cuffs were finally free. I lifted my hands slowly, flexing them, and I stared hungrily up at my wife, who stood looking down at me with a soft ruminative smile playing across her face.

    I gazed into her eyes. "Please kiss me!" I begged.

    Angela's soft smile broadened into a leer. "You want me to kiss you after I just finished kissing my lover? And just after I gave Jason a blowjob, Cuckie?"

    "YES!" I gasped. Angela leaned down, and pressed her lips to mine. I opened my mouth to let her tongue slither inside, and I groaned as I tasted both her own essence and the tinge of her lover's cock flavoring her saliva. Angela slid her tongue over my teeth and teasingly pulled back. Her green eyes blazed with an inner heat.

    "So - how was it, baby?" she asked again.

    "Fucking mind-blowing!" I panted huskily, undoing the wrist cuffs.

    "Did you see and hear everything?" my wife inquired as she pulled my chair out from under the desk. She spun me around to face her.

    "Yes!"

    My wife chuckled and sank to her knees to unclip my ankle cuffs. "And was it everything you expected?" she asked as she unclipped the straps and slipped the cuffs off completely.

    "More than that, " I replied shakily. "It was fucking, fucking mind-blowing!"

    "So - are you ready for your little reward, honey?" she asked as she stood up, glancing at the single bed behind me.

    I nodded, and shakily rose to my feet, and undid my jeans and slid them off. My briefs followed, and I shivered as Angela gazed down at my cock. I was further excited as I saw a soft flickering smile curl her lips as her gaze swept over my limp shaft; was she mentally comparing me to her lover? My mouth went dry again, and I trembled.

    "Okay, lover," my wife said softly. "Lay down on the bed."

    I did as Angela asked, and my stomach did flip-flops as Angela sank onto the bed and sat cross-legged between my knees.

    "Mmm," my wife intoned. "All ready..." Her right hand reached for my soft cock. I moaned as the warmth of her soft fingers closed around it.

    "Now, my little Cuckie," began Angela. "Tell me how it felt to watch Jason fuck me..."

    I moaned again as Angela's nimble fingers began caressing my flaccid tool. "How it felt?" I gasped. "It felt so hot, so, so hot to watch!" My voice had almost a hysterical tone to it.

    "Did you see how big his cock is?"

    "YES!" I almost moaned.

    "It's bigger than yours, isn't it, Cuckie?"

    "Fuck, yes!"

    My wife grinned up at me, and her fingers found that sensitive spot under my glans, and she tickled it. New waves of incredible pleasure tore through my loins. "Do you like being my little cuckold?"

    "Yes! I love it!" I gasped. "I want to be your cuckold - always!"

    My wife raised an eyebrow. "Do you, now? So you want me to cuckold you again?"

    "YES!"

    Angela gave a teasing chuckle. "I can stop if you want..."

    "NO!" I screeched. "Please don't STOP!"

    "Aww... You want me to offer my hot, creamy pussy to Jason again?"

    "Jesus, YES!"

    "I'm sure he wants it, Cuckie!"

    "I know he does!" I croaked. Angela's fingers tickled and teased my flaccid little cock, and I could feel the first stirrings of a building climax!

    "Did you like watching him cum in my mouth?" she asked me.

    "OH, FUCK, YES!"

    My wife giggled and increased the tempo of her soft ministrations. I nearly screamed as she used her other hand to caress my full, aching balls.

    "Did you see him cum when he fucked me, Cuckie?

    "Yes! I saw him cum!"

    "How did that make you feel - to watch him cum as he fucked me? To watch him cum inside me?"

    "I wished that he didn't have a condom on!" I blurted.

    "Oooh!" my wife said, raising an eyebrow again. "Is that right? Would it have been better if he'd shot his hot, creamy load inside me without a rubber on, baby?"

    "JESUS, YES!"

    Angela giggled. "Well, next time, I'll let him fuck me bareback then, won't I?"

    "OH, CHRIST!"

    "And I'll tell him to cum inside me..."

    "Jesus, do it - DO IT!" I shrieked. Orgasm sent teasing, exploratory tendrils through my loins. I felt almost faint as muscles at the base of my cock began to tighten. My heart pounded like a jackhammer.

    My wife tilted her head and smiled that sexy smile. "Mmm... are you sure you wouldn't mind if he explodes inside me, Cuckie?"

    "No! - I wouldn't mind!"

    "You're sure?" Angela teased.

    "YES!"

    Angela grinned. "Did you see how much I creamed when he fucked me, Cuckie? All my cream is still out on the bench-press..."

    "I saw it! Jesus, I want to lick it up!" I blurted.

    Angela raised her eyebrows again. "Ah! Do you, Cuckie? You want to lick up all the cream that dribbled from my hot, wet, sticky cunt as another man's cock made me cum?"

    "Oh, fuck! YES!" I was so close to cuming!

    "Then I'll make sure you lick it up before you go to bed, Cuckie! Every last fucking drop..."

    I unleashed a moan of pure lust! Angela's dancing fingers swirled and teased and stroked. My legs shook violently, and my balls rippled as her fingernails trailed over them.

    "Hmm," my wife said thoughtfully. "Let's hope your little cock is able to get hard soon, Cuckie. Because if it can't, then you'll probably have to watch some other man fucking me - a lot! Your were right - I need a good, long, hard FUCK!"

    "I KNOW YOU DO!" I howled.

    "Ahhh! There's an idea!" my wife chirped. "Maybe I should get some of those nasty little pills from work, and get you to keep taking them - and that way your soft little toy cock will never be hard again, hmm?"

    I almost screamed! "DO IT!"

    My wife giggled. "Oh, my little Cuckie - don't make rash wishes - you may get what you ask for! Just imagine never feeling your thin little dickie sliding into my pussy ever again! And then imagine having to watch some other man with a real cock do what you can't - slide his big, hard cock inside me again and again!" My wife giggled again.

    "OH MY GOD! PLEASE DO IT!" It was going to happen! I was on the verge of tears as I felt orgasm screeching along my loins. I bucked and writhed on the bed, and I gazed into my wife's beautiful face!

    Angela sent me a wicked leer. "Mmm, by the way? Next time I hook up with Jason? Maybe you should 'be in Sydney' overnight - and then I can spend all night fucking his brains out! I could leave you tied to this bed, and then I'd take Jason upstairs to our bedroom, and you can just listen all night as he fucks your wife, in your bed, over and over and fucking over, hmm?" She uttered a tinkling, evil giggle. "I just might let him fuck me in the ass, too! Wouldn't that be so bitchy of me! You've never been allowed to take my ass - but I think I'll let Jason have it, CUCKIE!" She tilted her head back and amplified her giggle!

    Climax suddenly tore through me like an erotic scythe. My whole body shook, and my back arched. I turned my face upwards, and screamed! The room shook, and with each and every heavy, ecstatic throb of orgasm I bucked and shook anew, I could feel my semen flowing from my cock like a river, and all the while Angela's teasing, tickling fingers stroked and caressed, sending me up through the ceiling, past the stars, and into a place I had never been before! I convulsed and screamed again:

    "ANGIE!... ANGIE!... ANGIE!... ANGIE!..."

    *****

    An hour later, Angela was curled up beside me in bed, her arms wrapped tightly around me.

    "Wow," she repeated again

    I smiled softly. "I take it you enjoyed driving me out of my fucking mind, honey?"

    My wife chuckled languidly. "I've never seen anyone climax like you just did... it was... mind-blowing, as you put it..."

    I grinned. "Well, let's just say that you really nailed what I find the most arousing."

    "Oh, that I did! And very unwise of you to let me know, lover! You do realise, don't you, that you just gave me a shitload more ammunition - and that I'm going to drive you fucking insane?"

    "I have no doubt." I replied truthfully.

    Angela simply smiled. "In fact, I can think of at least half a dozen new and evil little thoughts and ideas..."

    This remark aroused my interest. "Really? Care to elaborate?" I asked.

    Angela did care to elaborate - she talked softly for about twenty minutes. As I listened, my respect for both her imagination and her wickedly lascivious sense of eroticism went up to a new level.

    "So, baby?" she concluded. "Do you like any of those ideas?"

    I did indeed! "Oooh, yeah - all of them, in fact!"

    My wife giggled. "Well, we can have a good, long talk about them over the next few days, baby. I love you, Michael."

    "I love you too," I replied.

    We slept until late Saturday morning...

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  11. davey

    davey New Member

    Chapter 10
    When we arose the next morning, I was still buzzing from what I had witnessed last night; in many ways the whole situation was almost surreal, like a dream. The imagery of Angela panting and writhing under her young lover danced lasciviously through my mind like a potent aphrodisiac. I recalled her kneeling naked before him as she sucked his cock to full hardness, and my heart raced as I remembered just how wantonly erotic it had been to see my wife fellating Jason until he climaxed in her sweet mouth. I tried my best to force the images from my mind, but they flittered before me like lecherous insects throughout the day. I often found myself looking at Angela's beautiful face, and remembering how it had contorted in ecstasy as Jason's cock had made her climax only hours previously.

    As the day drifted into late afternoon, Angela and I began languidly discussing the events of recent days, and in particular her steamy romp with Jason last night.

    She also told me what she had learned about him during their dinner at the restaurant the previous evening. He had apparently separated from a long-term girlfriend four months ago, and the separation had been very painful and difficult. He had told Angela that he was happy to remain single for a while as he got over the emotional turmoil of the split.

    A vague twinge of insecurity suddenly quivered through me, which Angela immediately detected. She was quick to reassure me. "Honey, I may have let Jason fuck me - but I only make love with you. Do you understand?"

    I nodded. I realised that my apprehension about my wife's affections were totally without any basis - but as always it was good to be reassured, and I told her so.

    My wife continued. "You never have to worry about who holds my heart, baby; all we did last night was add a little spice to our love-life and to fulfil another fantasy - nothing more, baby."

    "I know that, Angie," I gratefully replied. "And fulfil it you certainly did. It was incredibly hot to watch you - especially when you climaxed..." My voice trailed off.

    A soft smile flittered across her face. "I will admit that I enjoyed the sex last night. Jason is a very good lover, and as you saw he is very well endowed - but knowing that it was driving you wild to watch gave me just as big a thrill as I got from the sex."

    "Really?" I asked softly, restraining the excitement in my voice. It had been perfectly obvious during last night's show that she had enjoyed her illicit coupling with Jason - but a kinky part of me wanted to hear it from her own lips.

    Almost as if she read my mind, Angela nodded, and her smile became almost playfully coy. "In fact, I do have to admit that knowing you were sat just a few feet away, watching me play with a sexy, well-hung guy made me quite hot - very hot, actually."

    "Did it now?" I asked somewhat shakily.

    Angela skimmed me with a coquettish side-glance. "Mmm-hmm! Maybe it was my kinky streak coming out - but I have to tell you that knowing my little hubby was all tied up and unable to do anything but watch made me enjoy the sex a little bit more than I should have done."

    "A little bit more, or a lot more?" I tentatively prompted.

    Angela must have detected the latent excitement in my voice, because her smile took on a sexy curl. "Well - a lot more, honey."

    "So you really enjoyed it?" I asked softly.

    My wife nodded. "Yes, I did, honey. In fact, fucking Jason so blatantly in front of you made me extremely horny, lover." She gazed somewhat bashfully at me. "When Jason first stripped and got into the spa with me, all I could think of was how deliciously naughty it was - how I was sat there naked with him like a complete little slut, knowing that shortly he was going to fuck me as you watched. My whole body tingled, and I could feel myself getting wet even underwater. When he finally entered me on the bench-press, I nearly climaxed right then. All I could think of was how much I wanted him to fuck me, and to keep fucking me until he made me cum." She turned a quizzical glance in my direction. "I hope that doesn't upset you, honey?"

    "Not at all," I found myself breathlessly replying. Her confession of just how much she had enjoyed coitus with Jason sent an exquisitely masochistic ripple through me - and her use of the word slut simply added to the wicked titillation. "A huge part of my fantasy involves you relishing both the sex and the fact that you're cuckolding me."

    Angela's green eyes flashed. "Well, let's just say that I fulfilled your fantasy completely, lover - because to be honest I did enjoy doing both. In fact, I loved it!"

    "So that means you want to do it again?" I asked. To hear her say that she basically loved cuckolding me sent yet more deliciously humiliating ripples dancing through my stomach and loins.

    "Of course!" she answered at once. "You don't think I made you spend all that time and money on the spare room for a single performance, did you?" She giggled softly. "As long as it turns you on for me to play, lover, then I'll keep playing."

    "You know it turns me on," I replied softly. "And just hearing that you loved acting like a complete little slut, as you put it, just turns me on even more."

    Angela's sexy grin appeared on her face. "In that case, honey, I think we can arrange a few more sessions in the gym." She glanced at me. "Did my use of the word slut offend you?"

    "No," I answered. "Completely the opposite, in fact."

    Angela raised her eyebrows. "Ahh, really? It turns your crank if I use that word?"

    I nodded.

    Angela smiled again. "Well, it's not a word I'm usually very fond of - but in our case it does have a wickedly accurate overtone, I suppose. Some of those kinky web sites I've been to used a similar phrase which perhaps describes it better - Slut-Wife." Angela's expression took on a teasing slant. "Is that how you'd like to think of me, my little Cuckie? Your naughty little Slut-Wife?"

    I gulped. Hearing that lewd phrase trickle from my wife's pretty mouth made my heart thump. "Jesus Christ - yes."

    Angela's smile curled into a sexy leer. "Maybe I should get that phrase tattooed just above my pussy, hmm? What if each time you looked down, and saw the words 'Michael's Slut Wife' hovering just above my cunt, lover?"

    "Oh my God!" I gasped.

    Angela chuckled softly. "I'm just kidding, baby! But it's good to learn another little snippet that drives you wild." She winked at me and glanced at the clock on the wall. "Now, we'd better stop this hot little chat - we're due at John and Lisa's barbecue in about thirty minutes, and if we don't hurry we'll be late."

    I grunted my reluctant agreement. Angela playfully kissed me, and added a last zinger: "We can talk about what we did last night a little more after we get home tonight, honey - and about when I can have another little workout with Jason!" With a final wink, she arose and went to get changed.

    Angela had, in fact, spoken to Jason that morning. She had dropped me off in town to pick up my car from the garage, and as she drove back home she gave him a quick call on her mobile phone. Their conversation had naturally drifted to their steamy romp, and Jason informed my wife that he would be only too pleased if she wanted to continue their relationship on very casual terms. He understood that her married status meant that any future liaisons between them would be on a totally ad-hoc basis, but he would be happy to 'hook-up' anytime an opportunity presented itself. Angela had playfully asked him if that meant he wanted to be her 'fuck-buddy', and Jason had laughed but essentially confirmed her coarse description.

    He had offhandedly asked Angela why she had chosen the gym as a venue for their evening of fun rather than upstairs in any of the bedrooms. Angela had told him that the gym was basically a 'safe' place for them to play - there were no sheets to wash afterward, and that the gym always held a slight aroma redolent of sweat and physical exertion which would mask any hint of their sexual activity. She had added that she enjoyed relaxing in the spa with him, and that it was convenient to use after their coupling, and so the gym was the perfect place 'to fuck'.

    He had breezily accepted her explanation and quipped that he was looking forward to giving her another 'good workout' in the gym the next time her husband was out of town. Angela had replied that I might be heading interstate again soon, although there were no firm dates as yet, and as soon as she found out when I was next 'leaving' she would call and let him know. They bade eachother goodbye and rang off.

    After we returned from the barbecue, Angela and I hit the sack early, and as she had promised our conversation soon returned to her recent sexual escapades, and also to the lascivious ideas she had told me about the previous evening. The underlying theme for almost all of her new scenarios was her intention to once again use the gym as an arena for further steamy encounters, and, of course, for me to observe her doing so. She had duly noted that me witnessing her illicit coupling whilst I was totally restrained and essentially impotent had induced an almost incandescent level of arousal in me, and she again quizzed me about how it had had felt for me to sit there and be able to do nothing but watch. I sheepishly confessed that it had produced a state of almost ethereal lust and desire in me, where all manner of kinky and almost masochistic thoughts seethed through my excited mind.

    This admission had piqued her interest, and she asked whether the clear disparity between my chemically induced impotence and Jason's hard, solid erection had been a major factor in my extreme level of arousal. I shyly admitted that it had been, adding that I was overwhelmed with a dark, primordial excitement as I watched Jason fervently copulate with her whilst I was conversely incapable of doing the same. My wife smiled softly, and began musing that we could put the impotence-inducing medication to some intriguing recreational use; she had noted that there was nearly a full packet of those evil little pills left, and several times I had seen her glancing speculatively at the innocuous packet on top of the fridge.

    The discussion had, by this time, aroused both of us, and Angela had attempted to stimulate me to hardness - but the medication had still not completely worn off, and my cock petulantly failed to respond to her caresses. My wife teasingly stated that we should wait until the drug was completely flushed from my system and I was able to harden before my next climax. This statement simply excited me even further, and Angela smoothly suggested that I soothe my carnal appetite by performing cunnilingus on her. I did so with relish as my cock remained defiantly limp, listening to Angela's lewd moans and exhortations bounce off the bedroom walls like lecherous taunts.

    Sunday passed slowly, and Angela and I spent the afternoon at a local market, browsing the stalls. It was during this time that I felt the first stirrings of an erection. I excitedly whispered this fact to my wife, and she quickly whispered back that in that case we would be going to bed early.

    We did indeed go to bed early on Sunday night, and Angela and I made love for the first time in nearly ten months. I was close to tears as I felt my cock finally sliding into my wife's tight, slippery pussy. I had forgotten just how warm and deliciously erotic it felt; her silky-smooth heat enveloped me, and the velvety cling of her moist cunt gripped me like a long-lost lover - which in many ways I was.

    My erection wasn't completely rock-hard - a little above three-quarters or so - but it was firm enough to slowly ease it inside her. I could feel the warm, soft flesh of her thighs cupping my hips as I finally touched base, and Angela cooed softly to me as I excitedly began thrusting into her. After only twenty seconds or so of almost desperate fucking, I made the mistake of picturing Jason doing exactly the same thing just two nights ago, realising that his long, thick cock had plumbed my wife's cunt to a depth that I could never hope to match. A carnal, almost poignant ripple of pure lust tore through me as I remembered how Angela's moist pussy had contracted around her young lover's thick cock, and how her tight cunt had overflowed with her own creamy secretions as she had climaxed. Within seconds the lecherous visions swept me beyond the brink and I moaned loudly as a powerful orgasm rocketed through me.

    I shortly collapsed on Angela, panting and gasping, and she evinced her usual intuition by softly asking if I had been thinking about her recent coupling with Jason just prior to my climax. I shamefacedly admitted that I had been, and Angela simply nodded and chuckled softly. She said that she found it deliciously kinky that her torrid romp with her young lover could arouse and excite me to such an intense level in such a short time that I went off like a 'popgun'.

    As afterglow gently bubbled through me, our pillow talk returned to some of her lascivious ideas. Angela idly began telling me about a lecherous little game she had devised; the game was simple, yet devilishly in context with every aspect of my cuckold fantasies. The game would be played thus: She would buy a deck of playing cards, and each time we made love I would select one card from the deck. This would continue until I got two of a kind - any kind, from aces to kings. Logic dictated that on average I would draw a pair of cards every seven or eight times that Angela and I became intimate - but it could be a lot sooner, or a lot later, depending on the whims of fate and how Lady Luck dealt the cards.

    When I finally drew a pair, Angela would then call Jason and inform him that I was 'going interstate' a week later, and extend an invitation for him to spend the evening with her whilst I was 'gone'. If Jason took up her offer, then a week later there would be an encore performance of their steamy tryst in the gym as I again secretly watched from the spare room.

    Angela added a wicked proviso to the game; she stated that as a further 'tease' and to add a little 'spice' when I finally drew a pair of cards, I should refrain from any further sexual activity with her until after her next romp with Jason. There was a means close at hand, so Angela stated, to ensure my chastity for the week - namely the diabolical little pills that I had just stopped taking; if I resumed taking the medication until the day before their rendezvous, this would naturally guarantee that I would not be able to climax for at least a week. Only on the day after Jason's visit, and after he had once more sampled my wife's intimate charms could I do the same - provided the effects of the evil little pills had dissipated.

    Angela smoothly stated that my enforced impotence would be a full week of tease and denial of the most delectable and exquisite sort, culminating in me watching helplessly as she eagerly cuckolded me yet again. I had to agree with her evaluation; the prospect of once more being reduced to a mere spectator as Angela's accommodating pussy engulfed Jason's long, thick cock whilst my own penis remained defiantly flaccid was incredibly arousing. I actually began getting another erection thinking about it, which Angela noted with a surreptitious smile.

    My wife had lewdly pointed out an exquisitely kinky twist to the game - she had said: "You do realise, honey, that each time we make love it would increase your chance of drawing a pair? So - the hornier you get, the more likely it will become that Jason will soon get another serve of the goodies in my panties, lover."

    She was quite correct, of course: if we played this game, then the timing of the next sexual interlude between Jason and my wife would be directly linked to how often I slaked my own desires. I had to admire Angela's deviously erotic imagination - she had cunningly formatted the game so that my own lust would eventually trigger her next illicit coupling with her lover. The stratagem had a wickedly seductive and tantalizing appeal.

    Angela had then asked if I wanted to be securely attached to the desk and unable to move again as I watched her and Jason fucking, and I sheepishly replied in the affirmative. The deliciously bittersweet anticipation of not being able to stop or interfere with their coupling simply added to the mind-blowing carnality of Angela's intention to cuckold me for the third time.

    I did, however, point out that Angela couldn't keep conveniently 'forgetting to get cigarettes' when she wanted to spend the necessary few minutes alone with me so she could secure me to the desk.

    She had laughed softly. "You're forgetting something, lover: Jason knows where I live now, and I'll be inviting him to come here directly. Unlike last time, I won't be going out anywhere with him first - meaning that I'll be here when he arrives. So I'll have plenty of time to make sure you're all locked and ready. In fact, I'll ask him to make sure he gives me a buzz on my mobile phone when he's about ten minutes away - then I'll have all the time I need to get you nicely cuffed and ready to watch!"

    "What about my car?" I countered feebly. "I can't keep taking that into get shock absorbers fitted. Where am I gonna put it?"

    "Again, that's easily fixed," Angela glibly replied. "Leave it in the garage; I'll tell Jason that you went to the airport with a colleague, or, even better, that you now have a company car. He can park his car in the garage and I'll leave mine outside, and that way if anyone we know drives past they won't see anything unusual - not they should drive past anyway, because I'll tell people we're 'going out' again that night."

    I nodded slowly; as always, my wife had covered all bases and had thought everything through very carefully.

    "So, my little Cuckie?" she finally asked with a slight smile. "Do you want to play my wicked game? Would you like to gamble on the chance that you'll have to sit in the spare room - with your wrists and ankles cuffed, and your cock all soft and limp - and watch Jason fuck your naughty little Slut-Wife again?"

    I gulped, and paused for several seconds. A vague hint of the lecherous little buzz darted through my mind as I imagined myself once again being rendered impotent, and then helplessly sitting by as I watched my gorgeous wife eagerly and vigorously cuckolding me - all triggered by me simply drawing a pair of playing cards from a deck. The wickedly lascivious nature of the game was incredibly seductive, and I found myself nodding almost involuntarily.

    "Yeah," I discovered myself telling her. "I'd love to play that game."

    My wife chuckled. "Okay, my little lover. But if we play, we play it to the rules okay? No backing out, and no changing the rules once we've started."

    I swallowed and nodded. "Understood."

    "I'll pick up some fresh cards tomorrow, and we can start playing the game next time we have a roll in the hay, okay?"

    I nodded again, and the evil little buzz gave what was almost a scream of triumph: My gorgeous, sexy wife was going to cuckold me again.

    But when?

    As I slumbered that night, I again dreamed of Angela in her little red come-fuck-me dress - but the dress was bedizened with images of Hearts and Diamonds, Clubs and Spades, all swirling and dancing.

    *****

    Angela duly arrived home from work on Monday with a fresh deck of cards. After we had made love again that night, Angela duly shuffled the new cards and held them out, face down of course, and got me to draw one: I drew the eight of Hearts.

    "So, my lover," she had intoned softly. "All you need now is another eight, and it'll be no more nookie for you until Jason gets a bit first, hmm?" I felt a quiver of lewd pleasure ripple through me at her statement, and another latent hint of that evil little buzz suddenly tickled my loins.

    Every silver lining, however, can sometimes encase a cloud; after some careful examination I had discovered that my manhood had indeed lost some length - almost an inch or so - and when I became erect I did in fact now have a pronounced downward curve, just as Mr. Rogers had predicted. The most disturbing aspect was that I was still unable to achieve a completely hard erection: The best I could achieve was the consistency of a raw hot dog - firm, but far too flexible. It meant that when Angela and I made love, I had to be cautious with my thrusts in case my shaft fell out. We found the best way to avoid this was if we made love with Angela on top.

    I had at first thought that my somewhat pliant erections were probably a lingering aftereffect of the medication I had been taking, which would soon dissipate. But when my erections failed to become full by Wednesday night, I placed a phone call to Mr. Rogers office the next morning, and I was surprising told that he could, in fact, see me the next afternoon due to another patient canceling an appointment.

    I duly made my way back to his office on Friday afternoon. After another examination, the good doctor informed me that the scarring was responsible for both the loss of length and the downward curving, just as he had forewarned. The inability to achieve a completely hard erection could have several causes, and Mr. Rogers speculated that a slight blockage in the spongy tissue was the most likely culprit. He said that I could possibly have corrective surgery performed, but that it would be best to wait a while until he could be sure that my injury was completely healed. On a brighter note he added that it might correct itself, given time.

    I had relayed all this to Angela when I arrived back home on Friday night; it was early evening, and we were sat on the couch idly watching TV. Angela was still dressed in her work attire - a gray skirt and a peach-coloured blouse. She greeted the news of the possibility of me having to have more surgery with a doleful expression.

    "Christ, you've just been through four months of that!" she groaned.

    I grunted. "Well, exactly."

    Angela fixed me with a long, speculative stare. "Honey, you do know that I'm perfectly happy with you as you are, right? We can make love now, and everything else is working just fine, isn't it."

    I smiled a trifle ruefully. "I do know, baby, and yes - everything's working fine. My sperm count is okay, and I can ejaculate, as you already know. I guess it's just a male ego thing."

    Angela smiled softly in return. "Oh, I'm well aware of that, honey. You guys are all obsessed with your dicks."

    I chuckled. "Guilty, as charged!"

    Angela laughed. "Well, as I said, sweetie - I'm just happy that we can make love again, and I'm so glad and relieved that you're basically back to normal."

    A sudden titillating thought entered my mind, almost of its own volition; it would be an almost obvious progression for Angela to salaciously combine my erectile problems with the carnal game we were playing. I was startled to discover that the idea of my wife taunting me about my loss of length and my infirm erections sent delicious tendrils of almost masochistic excitement through me.

    I glanced at Angela. "I guess this will make the game we're playing a little more interesting." I said nonchalantly.

    Angela grasped the latent meaning in my words right away, and glanced sharply at me. "Ahh - I'd wondered if that thought would occur to you, lover. I was just thinking the same thing myself. In some ways it would work in quite wickedly with our little game, wouldn't it?" Her green eyes flashed as she looked at me. "Does that thought excite you, lover?"

    I slowly nodded. "Yes - it does."

    "I thought it might," she replied. She crossed her legs, and my eyes flickered downward to catch a glimpse of her smooth thighs. "Knowing you as I do," Angela continued. "I can certainly see why you not being able to get completely hard would kinda tie in with all the things we've done over the last few months, hmm?"

    "Very much so," I agreed quietly. I glanced at her again. "Does that seem weird to you?"

    "Not in the least," she replied at once. "In fact, I get a huge kick out of finding all your kinky new buttons, lover. And it looks like we just found another few to push, honey." A playful grin poured across he beautiful face. "And let me guess - you're wondering how hard I'm gonna push those buttons?"

    I swallowed. "I guess I am," I replied softly. I could feel my cock arousing from slumber at the frolicsome course our conversation had taken.

    Angela uttered a low chuckle. "Be careful what you wish for, honey - I just might push them harder than you expect."

    "Try me," I found myself answering almost breathlessly.

    Angela raised an eyebrow at my gentle challenge and smiled playfully. "Okay, my frisky little lover. You do realise, of course, that I'd have to be a nasty little bitch, don't you?"

    "Uh-huh," I replied. The soft, husky tone of her voice had already started to excite me. "Be as nasty as you like."

    My wife's smile broadened even further. "Very well - you want bitch? You'll get bitch! Let me see... I could maybe remind you that your cock is almost an inch shorter than it was a year ago. Or I could tease you about how you can't get as hard as Jason can."

    I took a sharp breath, and my penis gave a sudden delighted throb at her lurid words. I felt it begin to grow.

    My wife turned more fully toward me on the couch, and my glance briefly darted down to her thighs again. Angela continued in that soft, sexy voice that I knew so well. "Or I could giggle at how your little cock now bends downward, or about how you have to be careful when you fuck me in case your pecker slips out of my pussy. Or I could be really nasty, and tell you how it amuses me that you can't even fuck me for a whole minute before you shoot your little load - like some fucking teenager getting his first hump! But that's okay, because it's the truth, isn't it, lover?"

    "Yeah - it is," I replied shakily. Butterflies began whirling in my tummy.

    Angela's smile became salacious. "Well, at least now you can actually get it up, so I guess I should be thankful for small mercies." Her eyes flashed mischievously. "I just might have to think up a few more pet names for you, my Cuckie. Let's see... Well, for starters you do have a little cock now, don't you? Not the six-and-a-half inches you had a few months ago. So I can truthfully call you my little Shorty now, hmm? My short, soft-dicked little Cuckie!"

    I stifled a sharp gasp. The lecherous little buzz screamed into life, and my cock hardened further.

    My wife flashed me a teasing leer. "And that's another thing, Cuckie - from now on you'll lick me until I cum before you fuck me. I'm not going to stand for you blowing your load in thirty seconds flat like a fucking popgun and leaving me unsatisfied, like you have been doing. So, from now on, you'll lick me until you make me cum - over and over - and then I'll let you fuck me!" She uttered another giggle. "Well - I'll let you slide that flimsy little worm of yours into me and desperately wiggle it until you blow, because I wouldn't exactly call it fucking me. You should have paid more attention to how Jason did it, lover - he knows how to properly fuck a woman! His hard cock doesn't fall out - unlike some I could mention." She chuckled softly, and licked her pouty lips.

    "Jesus Christ!" I gasped. Her wicked words caused my cock to grow even faster, and I felt my balls contract.

    Her sensual green eyes flickered down to my crotch briefly. "In fact, you can lick me right now, Cuckie. I can see that your little pecker is getting hard - well, semi-hard, anyway. Don't you find it strange that the more I tease and scorn that short little dick of yours, the more it seems to like it?" Angela chuckled. "I wonder what it would do if I said that it's now the smallest cock I've ever had inside me?"

    What it did was instantly harden further! I uttered another soft gasp as Angela suddenly arose from the couch and turned her head to look down at me.

    "Stand up," she told me, "And slide my panties off."

    I shakily stood and knelt in front of her and reached up under her skirt. I quickly eased her panties down her smooth legs, and she stepped out of them and promptly lowered herself back onto the couch. She slid sensually downward until she was laying almost horizontally, her hips overhanging the leather cushions. She smiled sweetly at me, raised her rump, and pulled her skirt up until it was a creased ring around her waist. I was still on my knees in front of her, panting softly.

    "Come here, Cuckie," she said, crooking a playful finger at me. "It's taco-time again; let's get that eager little tongue of yours where it belongs - between my legs! After I've creamed all over your face, I'll let you slide your rubbery little dick inside me and wiggle it until you blow, okay?" She uttered a low chuckle and slowly raised her legs until they were almost vertical; she then teasingly parted her thighs completely until her legs were almost perpendicular, forming an almost flat, inviting 'V' before me. I found myself gazing hungrily down at her neatly trimmed pussy; her widely parted legs had pulled her labia slightly open, and her clit peeped out almost demandingly at me.

    "And after you've shot your load," my wife continued in a teasing drawl. "You can pick out another card - and you know what? I hope you draw a pair, because I'm getting desperate for a good, hard fuck again! Now - get licking!"

    "Oh my God!" I moaned, quickly bending forward and guiding my face between her splayed thighs. Her smooth, upturned pussy beckoned like a moist, welcoming gateway, and I inhaled her musky scent. I felt myself begin to salivate, and my cock was now almost as hard as it was going to get. "Oh my God!" I repeated in what was almost a choke.

    "Don't worry about God," Angela replied smoothly, sliding her fingers firmly through my hair and pulling my face down onto her. "You just worry about burying your face in my pussy and making me cum, and let me worry about God!"

    The lounge room was soon echoing to the moist, slurping sounds of me eagerly performing cunnilingus, and to Angela's ardent gasps and moans.

    Thirty minutes later, and after my wife had enjoyed several deep orgasms, she languidly told me to mount her as she lay sprawled on the couch. I almost tore my jeans and briefs off, and as I shakily guided my cock towards her molten pussy, she looked up at me, and that teasing smile I knew so well reappeared on her beautiful face.

    "Put that wobbly little thing in me," she taunted, followed by a brief giggle.

    This time I didn't even last fifteen seconds before I exploded inside her, accompanied by Angela's almost jeering chuckle.

    *****

    By the end of the weekend I had made love with my wife a total of six times since we started playing the game, and drawn six cards: a two, a five, an eight, a nine, a jack, and an ace.

    On Sunday night, after another torrid romp in the bedroom, Angela held out the deck of cards. I drew one, and got the jack of Diamonds.

    My wife smiled softly. "Ahhh! You finally got a pair! Well, my little lover, it looks like it's time for me to give sexy Jason a ring tomorrow, hmm?"

    My sated cock gave a disloyal twinge of delight, and felt my balls contract. "It looks like it," I croaked tightly, looking down at the jack in my hand.

    As per the rules of the game, I took one of the wicked little pills shortly after, and my tummy tingled in mingled excitement and apprehension as I resigned myself to a week of enforced impotence.

    Angela rang Jason on Monday morning, and she informed me that he had eagerly accepted her invitation to join her next Sunday evening. In fact, she had just finished telling me when she leaned close and whispered in my ear.

    "I've got just two words for you, lover." she intoned sensually.

    "What are they?" I tentatively asked.

    Angela giggled. "Slut-Wife."

    It was going to be a long week...

    *****
     
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  12. davey

    davey New Member

    Chapter 11
    The medication began taking effect within 24 hours; by Monday night I was once again effectively impotent. I had, incidentally, gotten myself another job in the building industry; with my injury now all healed, there was nothing to prevent me from getting off my ass and getting back into work. The company that I was now working for employed about sixty men, and strangely enough more than a couple of them bore a passing resemblance to Jason - young, fit and handsome.

    As I drove home from work on Monday afternoon I found my mind flitting to the rather bizarre and one-sided menage-a-trois that had recently developed between Angela, Jason and myself. Watching Angela cuckold me for real far surpassed even my most carnal fantasies, and the fact that my sexy wife's previously sacrosanct pussy was now on offer to another male seemed to sharpen my own sexuality - I felt like a teenager anticipating his first taste of real sex. Even the strange, erotic humiliation that welled through me as I remembered Angela eagerly spreading her lean, sexy legs for her young lover left a weirdly satisfying tingle in its wake. I began to realise just how powerful the reality of being truly cuckolded was - but that simply made me crave it even more. In essence, I was vicariously relishing my wife's ostensibly furtive infidelities, and the wicked little game she had devised simply cranked up the juice.

    Angela had naturally noted my return to my previously flaccid state, and as the week slowly passed she made several teasing references to Jason's impending visit and the fact that I would have to wait until after the next weekend before I was able to 'get a hard on' and climax again.

    As I have previously stated, I was quite unable to masturbate myself to orgasm whilst I was taking the evil medication - a fact not lost on my lecherous wife. She had playfully quipped that she could now really indulge my Tease-and-Denial fantasies; she had made it perfectly obvious that she would not masturbate me until next Sunday, and she almost seemed to be taking perverse delight in my mounting excitement and frustration as the week slowly passed. Conversely, however, her appetite for cunnilingus remained as ravenous as ever, and she had me orally please her almost nightly, and not just in the bedroom.

    Saturday approached and drifted by, and almost before I knew it Sunday evening finally arrived. Angela showered and got herself ready, and we sat waiting for Jason's phone call - me pensive and inwardly shaking, and Angela relaxed and perfectly at ease. Her cell phone warbled at about 8:15pm: Jason calling to announce his imminent arrival.

    Three minutes later I found myself downstairs in the spare room, securely restrained to the office chair. Angela had previously told me that this time she herself would ensure Jason's departure not long after their fun, so I would have no need to 'call' announcing my 'return home'. This being the case, I wouldn't need to use my cell phone, and Angela had proposed that my wrists should be cuffed behind me, with the "D" rings of the leather cuffs firmly anchored by a short piece of rope to the metal back support of the chair. I had just enough scope to lean down to sip a straw thrust into a can of soft drink on the desk, but little more.

    Angela playfully stated that having my hands tied behind my back would add to my sense of anticipation and helplessness, and as it turned out she was right - but as I later discovered that she did it for another reason as well.

    My wife flashed me a parting smile, and then closed and locked the door. As Angela went upstairs to await her lover, I was once again left to ponder the gym through the hidden window, and to think about what would shortly occur. I heard Jason arrive soon after, and I then breathlessly waited for the evening's debauchery to unfold.

    I didn't have to wait long. The pair made their way down to the gym, and immediately stripped. I once again jealously admired Jason's superb physique, and - to my fervent imagination - Angela gazed at him hungrily, her eyes raking over his lean torso and drifting down to linger on his cock, which was already swelling in apparent anticipation.

    They climbed into the spa and sat closely together, making small talk and exchanging banter in the hot, swirling water for ten minutes or so. They then began to softly kiss. As I may have mentioned, my wife was a great kisser, and she eagerly gave Jason a tour de force of her skills. Their kisses gradually grew from gentle and tender, to urgent and passionate. I could see Jason cupping my wife's wet, slippery tits, and my cock spasmed enviously as he lifted a hardening nipple to his lips and sucked it. Angela tilted her head skyward in pleasure, lifting slightly and arching her back to offer him greater access to her tender orbs. She moaned softly and gently cradled his head as he licked and suckled each nipple in turn. For some reason I found this to be almost unbearably erotic - to see my wife ardently presenting her breasts to his lips and clearly relishing him licking and sucking her nipples.

    My wife then urged him to sit higher up in the spa. He promptly did so, and his large cock breached the water of the spa like a submarine periscope rising from the depths. Angela licked her lips and lowered her pretty face and took the broad, mushroom head of his cock into her mouth. I breathlessly watched as she fellated him for several minutes before she looked up at her lover and urgently suggested a more reciprocal approach. They immediately alighted from the spa and Angela quickly sheathed his large cock in a rubber. They then had intercourse as Angela lay on the spa decking, her ardent moans and exhortations accompanying the heavy slap of his wet flesh against hers.

    I squirmed in my chair and panted as I watched, my balls now softly aching and the kinky little buzz dancing joyfully through my lions - especially when my wife climaxed loudly, exhorting her lover to give it to her! Jason duly did so, and their coupling quickly reached a frenzied crescendo. Angela climaxed twice more before Jason gasped that he was 'gonna blow!' and I watched Angela's long, sexy legs lock around his hips as he climaxed, his cock buried to the hilt in my wife's drenched cunt. The pair lay for several minutes, spent and panting before they languidly returned to the spa for another twenty minutes or so. Angela finally suggested that they make their way upstairs.

    My wife had previously fished out an old dressing gown of mine for Jason to wear, whilst Angela wore her silky black kimono; for some reason it gave me a weird thrill to see them both dressed in just the thin material, knowing they were both naked underneath. They headed upstairs and watched TV for just over an hour or so, and I strained to hear any sounds that would indicate any further sexual activity - but apart from several brief kisses they simply chatted softly over the drone of the TV. In due course they once again returned to the gym, slipped off their gowns, and stepped back into the spa.

    They again kissed and petted in the swirling water, their arousal rapidly escalating before they eventually climbed out and hurriedly made their way to the bench-press. My wife once more fellated Jason to full potency and slid a condom on his large, twitching cock. He then proceeded to fuck my wife in the doggy position as she lay on the vinyl bench, her shapely rear arched high. Angela was facing me, and I was treated to the sight of her beautiful face twisting in pleasure and ecstasy as Jason took her vigorously from behind. On several occasions Angela sent me surreptitious winks and fleeting grins through the mirror as she cuckolded me.

    I again stared with fixed, unblinking eyes at this strong, handsome man taking my wife so thoroughly, and I enviously acknowledged his prowess in being able to rise to the occasion so soon after their initial coupling. I strained and wriggled in the chair, my cuffed ankles and wrists flexing as Angela's lusty moans and cries of pleasure floated through the little speakers in front of me. My wife climaxed at least twice, and I again found that I was silently cheering her on - that I was relishing every gasp and grunt and pant and squeal. My full balls ached in almost jeering derision when Jason huskily announced his impending climax. He hooked his palms under my wife's shoulders and slammed his hips even more powerfully against Angela's taut, quivering buttocks, making her whole body jolt.

    An incredibly lewd thought drifted through my mind; the doggy position was aptly named - because the panting, writhing duo greatly resembled a pair of dogs feverishly engaging in a heated mating frenzy.

    Jason emitted another loud moan and arched his back, driving his cock deep inside my wife's cunt and holding it there as he exploded for the second time that evening. Once more my own feeble cock throbbed in silent salute, as if vicariously enjoying its own displacement. Not to be outdone, my balls ached even more intently, as though they were petulantly resentful that their opposing counterparts out in the gym were joyfully emptying their creamy contents into my wife's receptive pussy.

    The pair lay slumped on the bench-press for a minute or so before Jason rose to his feet. I could see the bulbous end of the condom on his deflating cock bulging with his semen. Angela looked over her shoulder and noted it, too. She seemed pleasantly surprised at how full the condom was, and in fact she went so far as to compliment him on being able to ejaculate so much, seeing that he'd already climaxed once this evening. Jason's grin had a slightly smug tinge to it, and he suavely replied that it was a natural consequence of being with such a beautiful and sexy woman.

    Jason discreetly disposed of the used rubber, and the couple languidly returned to the warm water of the spa again and made idle chit-chat - Angela seeming to take a great deal of pleasure and satisfaction from her post-coital cigarette. They eventually alighted and dried themselves. Jason redressed in his clothes this time, whilst Angela slipped her kimono on. They went upstairs and had another drink before Angela eventually ushered Jason out the door at around 12:30am.

    Angela promptly joined me in the spare room. She slid my chair out from under the desk, and mischievously told me that she was going to do something 'naughty'. She then proceeded to slide my jeans and briefs down to my cuffed ankles, but left my wrists tied securely to the back of the office chair.

    She looked down at me briefly, her sexy smile ripening as she contemplated both my bound and helpless state and my soft, vulnerable cock. She then absentmindedly opened her kimono, sank to her knees, and began softly stroking and tickling my flaccid member, taunting and deriding me when I naturally failed to achieve an erection. It was clear from the light, casual way that she caressed me that her intent was not to make me cum - it was instead solely to further stimulate and excite me. I suddenly realised that this was another reason that she had cuffed my hands behind my back - so that I was powerless to stop her as she explored a devious new avenue of tease and denial. I gasped as she cupped my aching balls in her warm palm, and she airily quipped how 'full and bursting' they felt.

    She then took great satisfaction in describing how her lover's long, hard, thick shaft had filled and even stretched her pussy, and just how many times he had made her cum. She interspersed this with taunting comments about the 'soft little worm' that she was currently tweaking between her fingers - meaning my cock, of course.

    After about twenty minutes of what was essentially a slow lascivious torture, my level of arousal once again reached an almost incandescent state. I frantically bucked and arched in the chair, pleading with her to let me climax, but the more I implored her to let me cum, the more she simply giggled and teased me - and at one point she threatened to gag me with her discarded panties unless I stopped 'begging'.

    She eventually lowered her head and took my flaccid cock into her hot, wet mouth. She wriggled the tip of her quick tongue just under my glans, at the most sensitive location. I almost screamed in ecstasy, and bucked my hips. Angela briefly let my limp tool slip from her lips.

    "Mmmmm, soft lil cock!" she drawled in her slow, sexy voice, followed by a tittering giggle. She repeated this about five times - alternatively fellating me for half a minute, and then chanting "Soft li'l cock!", and her kinky little giggle that followed was what drove me past the brink. Orgasm screamed through my like a freight train, and I thought I would pass out from sheer pleasure and ecstasy as Angela took me fully into her mouth and sucked hard as my semen trickled forth. It was the most powerful climax I had ever experienced.

    As we lay in bed an hour later, she smilingly asked if I had enjoyed the evening. I haltingly stated that it had far surpassed the previous episode in the gym, and that it had been the most erotic night of my entire life. Angela inquired if I wanted to repeat the card game, and I at once nodded my assent; there were just enough pills left for another lascivious round of the game.

    Angela then suggested another wicked proviso - she proposed that next time I was bound to the office chair, I should remove all my clothes first. My wife stated that this would add another delectable little twist - me sat there totally naked as I watched Jason vigorously fucking her. Angela smilingly added that the exquisite disparity between her lover and myself would become glaringly obvious if I could peer down at my limp little pecker - and then look up and gaze out at Jason's long, hard cock as it sank - inch by inch - into her tight, welcoming pussy.

    Her lewd remarks just made me more eager to play the game yet again, and I hastily agreed to her changes. I should point out that Angela had, in fact, studied psychology during her stint at university, and I wondered how much her training in the workings of the mind had influenced her decisions in regard to my rapidly evolving kinks and cuckold fantasies. These thoughts lingered in my mind as I drifted off to sleep.

    *****

    As the second round of the game commenced, I often found my thoughts drifting to the bizarre sexual situation I had almost eagerly placed myself in. Right from the start, the whole carnal situation that had developed between Angela and I had, by its very nature, inadvertently encompassed and even embraced many aspects of femdom. I had always been intrigued by the notion of total submission - sexual and otherwise - to a beautiful woman, but I had never really explored the idea. Now, however, Angela's assertive side seemed to blossom, and her use of the leather cuffs as she blatantly cuckolded me seemed to bring my submissive side completely out of it's shell, and Angela was both delighted and intensely inquisitive when I admitted as much to her.

    She stated that although she could never see herself as a fully-fledged 'Domme', she did get a huge kick from being able to sexually tease and control me - especially using my own powerful desire to be cuckolded as a catalyst to ignite my deepest and most carnal passions. She coyly added that she loved the new sense of freedom and power that being able to openly bed another man gave her - particularly when she thought of me helplessly watching her do so. In fact she said: "Knowing you're sat there - panting and shaking and so desperate to fuck me - as I suck Jason's cock almost makes me cream."

    I did note, however, that she seemed to luxuriate in playing the Domme, and more than once I found her idly trawling femdom web sites. Her demeanor slowly shifted into a more assertive mode, and I wondered if certain aspects of femdom appealed to her more than she admitted.

    I actually found myself relishing her changing attitude, and I often fantasized about how sizzling it would be to become even more submissive to her. Angela seemed to sense my growing excitement, and this simply accelerated the process; for example, as the second round of the game progressed, I found that Angela had ceased asking for cunnilingus - instead, she would demand it. I lapped up her newly acquired imperious nature with the same fervor as I lapped up her insatiable pussy.

    Of course, eating her delicious slit simply heightened my own ardor, and Angela would often smilingly offer me intercourse afterward - pointing out that if I did so, then I risked getting the dreaded pair of cards that would trigger both her next coupling with her lover, and also a week's worth of enforced impotence for myself.

    Like any hot, horny man being offered a warm, juicy pussy, I naturally took the risk whenever Angela gave me the opportunity.

    I duly drew another pair of cards a six days later after a torrid, if brief, lovemaking session. Ten minutes later, Angela sent me out to retrieve a glass of water and the plastic bottle that contained the evil medication.

    Smiling her sweet smile, Angela popped the first pill into my mouth, casually adding that she herself would administer it to me for the next six days so that I wouldn't be tempted to 'cheat'. The next morning she called Jason and issued an invitation to hook up a week later while I was 'interstate' again. He quickly accepted, and the pair made arrangements for him to arrive at about 8:30pm next Sunday night.

    The week drifted slowly past. My eager tongue was often a guest between Angela's parted thighs in the interim, and her loud orgasmic moans again floated over me like lecherous taunts, strongly emphasizing my own inability to climax, or even become erect. As Sunday night approached, I discovered that I was looking forward to it with fluttering anticipation

    On Sunday evening Angela again showered early, and she then added to my growing angst by asking me to shave her legs. It was all I could do to stop my hands from shaking as I dutifully barbered her long, sexy legs. She then parted her thighs and told me to repeat the process on the pubic thatch and pussy. My wife serenely smiled down at me as I trimmed her thin bikini line and finally shaved her cunt smooth. Although no words were exchanged, the latent message in her mute gaze was obvious - You're shaving me smooth for my lover to enjoy!

    My excitement was further stimulated when my wife donned a new dress, which I hadn't seen until now - a sheer red number remarkably similar to the come-fuck-me dress that seemed to haunt my lascivious dreams. The hemline was a scant few inches below her pubic region, and the neckline plunged to reveal a more than generous glimpse of cleavage.

    Angela, in fact, noted my hungry gaze as I gawked at her. "I picked this up on Friday night," she told me. "Is it like the dress you dreamed about?"

    I shakily told her it was, and my wife's sexy smile slithered over her face. She playfully modeled the new dress for me, and it was obvious that she was naked underneath - I could see no hint of a panty line, and the swell of her delicious breasts stretched the thin red material. I could easily make out her nipples pressing sharply outwards, as though eager to assert their presence. She looked almost unbelievably sexy, and she again smiled at my rapt gaze before ushering me out into the lounge room.

    About an hour later Angela's cell phone cheerfully warbled, and my pulse quickened as I realised it was Jason calling to let Angela know he would be arriving shortly. Several minutes later, I was once more ensconced in the spare room, bound to the chair - naked this time. Jason duly arrived, and I helplessly watched as the events of two weeks ago repeated themselves.

    With my wrists cuffed behind the chair again, I had just enough movement to be able to lean down and sip from a couple of open soft drink cans that my wife had placed on the desk, the straws poking firmly skyward in what was almost a mockery of my flaccid state.

    Angela had forewarned me that she was going to do something especially 'evil and kinky' tonight, and I soon found out what it was. After she and Jason had fucked on the spa decking and taken a subsequent dip in the hot, swirling water, Angela once again suggested that they retire upstairs. They dressed in their gowns and made their way up into the lounge room above me.

    Whilst she and Jason ensconced themselves on the leather couch, I naturally listened intently to what was going on as the pair sat watching TV. After about an hour I became aware that they had stopped talking and the sound of fervent kissing asserted itself over the soft hum of the TV. Shortly the wet smack of their kisses grew into soft sighs and moans, quickly followed by urgent pants and gasps. The noises abruptly ceased, and I heard muted whispers, and then I heard the soft crinkle of plastic - a condom wrapper; Angela must have slipped the packet of rubbers into her kimono before they went upstairs.

    All I could hear for half a minute or so was the drone of the TV, and then Angela uttered a sharp gasp, and said: "Fuck me!" A few moments later the little speakers in front of me relayed the rhythmic, fleshy slap of Jason's hips against my wife's thighs. It was incredibly arousing to hear the sounds of their passion, but not be able to see what they were doing - but I could vividly picture my naked wife sprawled on the leather couch, her thin kimono contemptuously discarded on the floor, her long, sexy legs pulled sharply upward and spread wide to accommodate her lover as he eagerly mounted her.

    "Fuck me!" Angela repeated, her passion amply evident even through the little speakers. She moaned as Jason apparently obliged her, and she added: "Christ, I love your cock!"

    I sat sweating and trembling for about fifteen minutes as the pair apparently fucked in several positions. The couch occasionally groaned and creaked in protest at their fervent exertions. Angela, possibly knowing I was listening in, went out of her way to express the pleasure that his large cock was bringing her; her squeals and pants burst from the speakers in front of me almost constantly, and she climaxed at least three times from what I could hear. She also went out of her way to praise her lover's skills, again loudly telling him that he fucked her 'so much better than Michael!'.

    Their coupling eventually reached its ultimate conclusion, and Jason gave a groan of satisfaction as he apparently climaxed. Their pants subsided, and my wife duly arose to get them another drink. They then began chatting and giggling softly, and I feverishly wondered if my wife was still naked as she lazed on the couch beside him. I sat waiting for almost another hour until they finally returned downstairs so that Jason could redress himself prior to leaving.

    When Jason left - at just before 1:00am this time - Angela once more joined me in the spare room. She was clad in just her black kimono, and I gazed hungrily at her smooth, sexy legs as she stood smiling down at me. She pulled the chair out on its castors and rotated me to face her, but again leaving my ankles and wrists securely cuffed to the chair.

    She then sank to her knees and tickled and caressed my limp cock, teasing and tormenting me with another lewd and explicit narrative. She said that it had made her so hot when she fucked him upstairs, knowing that I was sitting here unable to see, but being able to hear every moan and gasp, and she added that she knew that it would 'make my soft, useless little cock tingle'.

    She grinned up at me, tilting her head in thought. She suddenly rose to her feet and let her kimono slide to the floor, and pushed the chair on which I was bound back under the desk. She cleared the soft drink cans from the desk, and then turned and seized the pillow on the single bed behind me and placed it on the desktop. She then slid herself up onto the desk, propping her shapely bare rump on the pillow and maneuvering herself until she was sitting naked directly in front of me. She leaned back on her hands and parted her thighs, lifting her legs and resting them on my shoulders. Her moist cunt opened before me like a steamy tropical flower ready to pollinate. Angela's limpid gaze drifted suggestively from my face down to her crotch.

    "Yeah, my lil Cuckie," she playfully intoned. "You know what I want - so get your eager little tongue down there and start licking me. Lick your Slut-wife's naughty little pussy! I want you to taste just how wet Jason's big, hard cock has made me!"

    I shakingly lowered my face to her crotch and slid my tongue eagerly into her moist slit. As I fervently slurped and sucked her syrupy sex, my wife hummed her approval. I felt my cock tingle as I pressed my tongue deeper inside, licking the velvety walls of her cunt.

    "Mmmmm, that's it, Cuckie," she drawled softly. "Lick it nice and deep. Lick the cunt that only an hour ago had a long, hard cock deep inside it! Does it make you hot to think how Jason's big, thick cock was exactly where your hungry little tongue is right now, honey? It's too bad I can't make you lick me while Jason's actually fucking me, hmm? Or - even better - I'd make you lick my asshole as his juicy cock rams into me again and again! Wouldn't that be kinky, my flaccid little man? If I made you rim me as Jason fucked me!" Angela tilted her head back and uttered a low giggle. "I think that would drive me wild, Cuckie - feeling Jason's hot cock slamming into me as you licked my asshole - using you just to give me more pleasure!"

    I uttered a stifled moan and drove my eager tongue inside her even deeper. The impious little buzz was trilling through me so strongly that it was almost making me vibrate.

    "In fact," Angela added, raising her hips from the pillow and tilting her pelvis slightly upward. "Get your tongue down to my asshole right now! Slide it down... that's it... lick it, Cuckie... lick it! Mmm, yeah! That's better!... flatten it, and lick... harder... harder!... ooh, yeah!... just like THAT!" She slid her hand down to her pussy and her fingers began rapidly tweaking her erect button. "Mmm, that feels soooo good, Cuckie... now tongue-fuck me... slide it into my asshole as I play with my clit... tongue-fuck my asshole until I cum!"

    I did just that; I eased my wet tongue into her asshole, and began thrusting it desperately in and out. Angela moaned her appreciation, and she stroked her clit even faster. I could feel her buttocks and thighs trembling as orgasm rapidly approached her. Her pursed rosette suddenly clenched my probing tongue, and she gave a sharp gasp, and wailed a lascivious, almost pleading mantra: "Lick my ass!... Lick my ass!... Lick my ass!... Lick my ass!"

    I almost frantically did as she asked, flattening my tongue and rapidly grinding it against that most intimate part of her as she began to climax. I could actually feel the pulse of her orgasm ripple through her nether regions, her asshole gleefully puckering in time with her powerful internal contractions as if it was relishing the warm, wet rasp of my tongue. Her already damp cunt seethed anew with her cream, and I could feel a long, thick stream of if cascading over my nose and lips.

    She emitted a final satisfied grunt, and slumped back onto the desk, her smooth legs dangling on either side of me.

    She giggled breathlessly. "Was that good for you, too, my little Cuckie? Did I ever tell you how much I love it when you lick me there?" Angela stifled a soft titter. "And I can tell that you like it too, little one! Do you like licking my asshole, Michael?"

    "Yes!" I gasped.

    My wife grinned down into my upturned face. "Good. Now lick me clean, lover."

    I hastily did as she asked, lapping and slurping up her delicious feminine secretions from her asshole and pussy. All the while she gazed down at me through glazed eyes from her perch, softly running her fingers through my hair.

    "Now suck it, lover," she instructed. "Clean me... suck every drop from my pussy."

    I quickly obliged, pressing my lips firmly to her labia, and applying a gentle suction; her feminine juices welled out and soon added to the growing pool in my stomach. I continued my oral ministrations for three or four minutes until Angela finally sat upright with another satisfied grunt.

    "Ready for your reward, my little ass-licker?" she lewdly asked.

    "Jesus, yes!" I almost shrieked.

    My wife dropped to the floor and slid the chair out from under the desk. She sank to her knees, and for the next five minutes Angela alternately sucked and stroked my flaccid little cock, once more mocking and teasing me about how a 'real' man had just had her, and how much she loved making me lick her after Jason had just 'fucked her ass off".

    She looked up at me and licked her lips. Her finger had zeroed in on that ultra-sensitive spot just underneath my glans. "Oh! Jason mentioned that he has to get his regular medical next week, lover. He said he'll be get screened for sexually transmitted diseases as part of the check-up." Angela grinned. "Soooo, he said that he'll show me the results, but he's sure he'll get a clean bill of health, Cuckie."

    In a flash I realised where she was going, and climax literally tore a path to my groin. I moaned and bucked in the chair.

    "Yesss..." my wife drawled, "You know what that means, don't you? If he's all clear, then there's no reason why he can't take me bareback, is there, my little lover? Just imagine the next time you watch him fuck me, and you see his full, heavy balls tighten, you'll know that his hot, thick cum is going to explode inside me! I'll make sure that his cock is buried in me when he cums so you can see his cock pumping and throbbing, and you'll know at that very second he's blowing his hot, creamy load right inside my pussy! Will that make you hot, Cuckie?

    "Yeah! YEAH!" I wailed. My back arched again as climax slowly began bursting inside me.

    "And of course," my wicked wife continued. "I'll have to let you see his cum trickling out of my pussy. Imagine sitting there and having to watch his sperm leaking from my hot, used cunt, baby!" Angela's green eyes bored into mine. "And later on, I'll get you to lick me clean - just like you did just now - and you'll suck every single drop of his cream and mine from my hot, wet, juicy cunt, won't you?" Her voice lashed me in a commanding bark "Won't you, you short-dicked little CUNT SUCKER!"

    "YESSSS!" I screamed.

    The room tilted, and time stood still as I rocketed upwards, orgasm tearing through me like a thunderclap.

    *****

    As we later lay in bed in the early hours, she again smilingly asked if I had enjoyed the evening. I told her that I did, and ruefully added that now that the supply of pills was spent it would be difficult to play her wicked little game anymore.

    Angela simply smiled.

    *****

    The next evening after she got home from work she placed a large white plastic bottle on the table in front of me.

    "What's that?" I asked, gazing down at it.

    "A good supply of your medication, lover." my wife replied.

    I had, of course, forgotten that Angela worked for the company who distributed the evil little pills. She had called in a favor and arranged for a supervisor in the warehouse to purloin a whole box for her; the 'missing' box would simply be assigned to the 'damaged goods' register, and that was that.

    Angela had once told me that this kind of thing happened a lot, and as long as the losses were small, and no schedule eight drugs - the opiates and narcotics - went missing, the company simply turned a mostly blind eye to the petty thievery.

    I opened the screw cap on the bottle and peered inside; it was full almost to the brim with the innocuous little pills.

    "Jesus!" I grunted. "How many are there?"

    "Twenty pills in each packet, and twenty-four packets in a whole box - you do the math, lover." She winked.

    "Four hundred and eighty?" I gasped.

    My wife smiled softly. "Uh-huh. That should be enough for us to keep playing our little game, hmm, honey?"

    I simply nodded and did some more mental arithmetic; each time we played the game I used six pills. At that rate, there was enough medication for eighty rounds of Angela's wicked little game. I stifled a gasp, but my cock twitched its lecherous approval. Angela slid over to me and kissed me. Her playful tongue wriggled between my lips.

    "So, my baby," she intoned softly, breaking the kiss. "Shall we start another round of the game?"

    How could I say no?

    *****

    For the next three months Angela and I carried on with our lecherous little game, and on average Jason visited Angela while I was "interstate' twice each month. Jason did, in fact, show Angela his medical clearance, and as she promised the next time I watched the pair fucking, Jason took my wife unprotected. To witness him climaxing bareback inside her nearly made me swoon. Also, as Angela had promised, she demanded that I lick her moist cunt dry of their combined juices almost as soon as her lover departed.

    Angela's general demeanor also went through some further changes. Her work skirts got about two inches shorter, and she also bought a whole new range of skimpy panties - tossing out her staid white undergarments that she usually wore under her work attire. She also bought a pair of long black stiletto-heeled boots, which she often wore to work. Just looking at her sexy legs encased in the boots could make my mouth go dry.

    She also began making playful use of the wrist and ankle cuffs outside of the spare room. She would shackle my wrists behind my back, and then get me to orally serve her as she sat in an armchair - and not just cunnilingus. She especially relished having her toes sucked, and she would often have me to do this for over an hour as she leaned back and closed her eyes, her face clouded in soft pleasure.

    On one particular evening, Angela was sprawled on one of the armchairs and I was kneeling in front of her, licking and sucking her slender toes with my wrists cuffed behind me. I had 'lost' another round of the game and had been taking the evil little pills for the past three days - meaning I was again effectively impotent. Angela had arranged for Jason to join her on the forthcoming Sunday, and as I suckled her toes she gently teased me about his impending visit. She suddenly looked down with a mischievous grin and told me to remain quiet. She picked up her mobile phone and called Jason.

    She told him that I had 'popped out' for a few hours, so she decided to give him a call and see if he was free to chat. He apparently was, and I kept sucking her toes as the pair chatted, and my pulse raced as their talk slowly became amorous. Angela teasingly asked her lover if he was looking forward to coming over on the weekend and giving her a good seeing-to. She then softly inquired if he'd like to hear her play with herself. He obviously assented, because my wife duly hiked up her skirt and slid her nimble fingers into her panties, silently motioning to me to continue sucking her toes.

    She then sent me a teasing smile and continued talking into the phone. She began fingering herself, and relaying her actions to Jason. She would say things like: "Mmm, yeah baby - I'm getting soooo wettt!" and "Mmm-hmm, sexy - my button's nice and hard for you!" I shakingly licked and sucked her toes with greater fervor as she became more aroused; she began panting, telling Jason how she wished that she had his big, hard cock in her right now.

    I couldn't hear what Jason was telling her, but it was obvious he was playing the game and telling her all the right things, because she started gasping comments like: "Oooh, YEAH! I'd love that!", and "Would you do that until you made me cum, sexy?", and "You know I'd let you fuck me any way you want!".

    Her legs were soon trembling, and her toes began curling in my mouth. She pressed the mobile phone even closer to her ear and closed her eyes. The moist sound of her fingers rapidly stroking her clit underscored her urgent pants and gasps, and she suddenly arched her back, and cried out to her lover: "Oh, Jason! Yeah! FUCK ME! FUCK ME, JASON! I'm CUMMING! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

    Her legs shook violently as she climaxed, and I had to move my head rapidly in order to keep her fully curled toes in my mouth.

    As she recovered, I continued sliding my eager tongue between her toes; the pair chatted for several minutes before she blew him a kiss and rang off. Angela's contented gaze slid down to me, and she smiled and pulled her damp toes from my lips, lifted her sexy rump from the chair, and eased her panties down her long legs. She tossed the moist panties aside and slowly spread her thighs and uttered a satisfied giggle. "Now, my little lover? Lick my pussy clean."

    And - of course - I quickly complied.

    *****

    One Thursday evening, about two weeks later, Angela and I were sat watching a movie on TV. Jason had paid Angela another visit last weekend after I'd 'lost' another round of the game, and I had already drawn another four cards.

    The film was a typical Hollywood potboiler, and I watched the show with only cursory attention - until once scene suddenly engaged my interest: An unfaithful wife and her unknowing husband had gone to a bar and were sat nursing their drinks and talking. The wife's gaze snaps to the door as her lover unexpectedly walks in. It's apparent that although the three of them know eachother socially, the meeting wasn't planned. The husband spotted the newcomer, and invited him to join them at their table. The wife shows great aplomb in greeting her lover cordially, and without overt affection. The trio duly exchanged small talk - the husband doing most of the talking. The wife's gaze gradually begins to linger hungrily on her lover. He covertly returns her meaningful stares as the husband prattles on, totally oblivious to the slightly lustful glances his wife and her lover are exchanging. The wife become even more brazen, and under the table we see her toes begin to slide up her lover's instep. We then see a flashback through the wife's eyes: she and her lover in bed, fucking like animals.

    This brief scene instantly aroused me. For the last few weeks a niggling extension to my cuckold fantasies had been growing in my lecherous mind. I had begun to imagine Angela and Jason's ostensibly clandestine trysts becoming a far more open affair, to coin a phrase - where Jason and I actually met, and he was even made aware that I knew of and complacently accepted his sexual relationship with my wife. I had even gone so far as to imagine him openly 'dating' Angela - blatantly embracing and kissing her in front of me - and I was startled at how incredibly turned on this idea made me. I strongly suspected that the card game that Angela and I were playing amplified these new fantasies. Whatever the reason, the kinky ideas sprouted like weeds in a new garden bed.

    I sat riveted to the TV as the wife's flashback ended, and her toes surreptitiously wriggled up her lover's trousers under the table. I suddenly pictured Angela, Jason and myself in a similar situation to what was occurring in the movie, and I felt my pulse quicken.

    Angela chose that moment to fortuitously remark: "Hmm - I wonder how I'd react if we went to a bar, and Jason came strolling in."

    I was still wistfully contemplating my new fantasies, and I replied without thinking. "In a way, it would be kinda hot."

    Angela's head swiveled sharply towards me. "You think so?"

    Realising my indiscretion, I tried to ameliorate my remark. "Well, I mean - after everything that's happened recently, it would certainly give me a buzz for the three of us to be sat together talking - like in the movie." I gestured to the TV, hoping to forestall any further discussion of the topic.

    Angela, however, was not so easily distracted; I now had her full attention, and she brushed the fluff from my reply and cut to the meat. "Really? It would turn you on if we did happen to run into Jason in a bar or something?"

    I realised it was now too late to pull back - but a large part of me was titillated by Angela's eager curiosity, and I found myself breathlessly wondering how she would react to my thoughts about her relationship with Jason becoming far more open. My arousal skyrocketed, and I took a deep breath and plunged shakily ahead. "Yes. To see you openly sitting with him - chatting and laughing and stuff - as I sat watching? Yes, it would turn me on."

    My wife appraised me for several seconds. "Ahhhh... I see." She paused briefly and sent me a knowing glance. "And how would it make you feel if I started flirting with him right in front of you?"

    Seeing how the subject was now well and truly broached, there was no point holding back. "I think I'd cream my fucking jeans."

    Angela's eyebrows lifted at my frank admission. "Oooh - would you now?" She turned her whole body toward me, the movie now forgotten. Her expression took on an impish slant, and her sexy grin started forming on her lips. "So if you were sat next to me as I flirted with him, it would turn your crank, lover?"

    "Uh-huh - very much so." I softly admitted. I could feel blood rushing to my face - and it was also rushing elsewhere; my cock gleefully awoke from slumber at the unexplored but delightful course our conversation had taken, and it began to harden.

    My wife warmed to the subject. "I see. So what if we change the location; we're not in a bar - instead, let's say we're here at home. Let's say that I was sat with Jason right here on the couch, and you were over there in the armchair - how would it feel to watch us sitting so close together?"

    I felt my mouth go dry. "It would drive me out of my fucking mind."

    Angela's sexy grin was now fully formed. "Sooo - you seeing Jason and I together - without you hiding in the spare room - would push another button?"

    I cleared my throat and paused for a few seconds. "Yeah - a big one. I guess it would take that fantasy to a whole new level if everything was completely in the open."

    Angela raised her eyebrows again and then nodded, as though I'd just confirmed something she had long suspected. "Completely in the open? You mean if Jason knew that I was free to play? That I had your permission to go to bed with him?"

    "Yes." A sudden wave of almost unctuous humiliation danced through me; during their numerous couplings, Angela had often told Jason that he was much bigger than I was, and that he fucked her far better than I could. To imagine actually meeting Jason in a social setting, and having him know that he surpassed me in both size and performance suddenly sent a fluttering masochistic ripple through me - especially if he was aware that Angela was completely at liberty to spread her gorgeous legs for him.

    Angela's grin curled into a sensual leer. "Ahhh - I see. So if Jason was sat next to me on the couch, it would just make you hornier if Jason knew that he could have me anytime he wanted?"

    "Yes," I replied shakily. Her use of the term he could have me anytime he wanted simply added fuel to my rapidly growing inferno. "I think I'd melt watching you..."

    "Watching me do what?" my wife prompted playfully.

    I paused for a few seconds. "Flirting with him... Seeing you sat very close to him... Seeing you kiss him..." My voice suddenly faltered as the incredible eroticism of what I was saying washed over me. My cock joyfully hardened even further.

    Angela's sexy eyes glittered; she was obviously relishing this new information. "What else, lover? What else would really drive you fucking insane?"

    "Seeing him fondling your tits through your blouse." I blurted.

    "Through my blouse - or would under my blouse be better?" my wife teasingly asked.

    "Under it," I panted.

    My wife tilted her head and her smile spread even wider across her face. "With or without me wearing a bra?"

    "Without."

    Angela giggled briefly. "Mmmm! So you'd like to see Jason fondling my bare tits under my blouse right in front of you, hmm? And what if you saw me caressing his cock through his jeans - would that be okay too?" she blatantly inquired, going into what I thought of as her 'Domme' mode.

    "Uh-huh," I almost squeaked. "That would be more than okay."

    My wife crossed her long, smooth legs. "And how about if I took his hand, and led him into our bedroom and shut the door behind us, Cuckie? Would you sit here on the couch and wait and listen as he fucked me in our bed?"

    "Christ - Yes!" I yelped. My cock gave a delighted vicarious throb at her words as it began pressing against my fly.

    Angela tilted her head and gazed at me intently for a second or two. "Are you telling me that you'd really like that to happen, my little cuckold?"

    I swallowed. "I guess I am," I replied breathlessly.

    "You want me to be that open with Jason in front of you?"

    "Yes!" I panted. "I've been thinking about it for weeks..."

    "Ahh!" my wife replied. "Have you now? What things have you been thinking, my little Cuckie?"

    "Just like you said - him knowing he can take you to bed, and me hearing him fuck you as I sit waiting!" I told her in a tight voice. I could feel my cock swelling even faster at my depraved admission.

    "Mmmm! - and wait you would!" my wife assured me. "What else?"

    "Imagining that you're dating him," I blurted.

    Angela's eyebrows lifted again. "Ooooh!" she drawled. "Dating him? Like I was his girlfriend, you mean?" she asked with another sexy grin.

    "Yes!"

    "Ahhh!" Angela replied smoothly. "That would be very, very kinky, wouldn't it, my little lover? Jason and me going out together, and kissing and petting in front of you when we got back - and you having to sit there, waiting and watching it all..." Her voice trailed off for a few seconds and she gave a soft, almost imperceptible quiver of delight. She eyed me for several seconds. "Would you like me to try and set it up with Jason the next time you lose the game, my little Cuckie?"

    Almost against my will I found myself nodding. The sheer magnitude and carnality of what she proposed washed over me like a salacious drug. Another pang of almost delicious humiliation surged through me as I again imagined meeting Jason fact-to-face, and him being fully aware that Angela could freely and openly cuckold me. My cock was now totally hard - or as hard as it was going to get - and it pressed urgently against the front of my trousers.

    Angela uttered her sensual chuckle. "Okay, my little lover - I'll see what I can arrange. You're sure that you'd be okay with it if I could swing it?"

    I simply nodded again. Angela glanced down at my hard on tenting my trousers, and her lips curled in a leer once more.

    "Hmm!" she intoned throatily. "Looks like something else is excited by the idea of you openly watching!" She uttered her sexy chuckle again. "Wanna pick another card, my little Cuckie?" she mischievously asked; this was her new euphemism for us having sexual intercourse - me 'picking a card'.

    I huskily told her I did, and she rose from the couch without another word, and led me into our bedroom. A minute later I was moaning her name as my pliant cock gradually slithered into her warm, moist pussy.

    Angela glanced up at me through half-closed eyes. "Are you sure you wanna openly watch me and Jason together, Cuckie?"

    "YES!" I moaned. I began thrusting almost desperately into her.

    "You know if I do set it up that you'll have to sit there and watch me kiss him, don't you?"

    "YEAH!" I wailed. "I want you to!"

    "I bet you do!" My wife spread her legs wider, opening for me more fully. "And I will let him play with my tits as you watch - and I'll even look at you and wink as he does it!" she hissed.

    "Jesus! - DO IT!" I practically shrieked. My semi-hard cock spasmed as the clinging friction of her velvet-smooth cunt caressed it. Climax hovered like a circling vulture.

    "Mmm, I will do it, cuckold! And I might even do what I said - bring him in here as you sit outside in the lounge room and wait! Just imagine hearing me scream as he slides that big cock of his into me, Cuckie!" Angela tilted her head back and giggled. "I'll even yell out nice and loud how huge his cock is so you can hear!"

    I gave a strangled choking gasp, and climaxed.

    Several minutes later, Angela held out the now familiar deck of cards. This would be my fifth card, and I apprehensively picked one.

    Angela smiled softly as she saw I had drawn a pair.

    "It looks like Fate is trying to tell us something, Cuckie?" she said. "I'll call Jason tomorrow, and see if he wants to come see me again - next Friday night, maybe," She looked sideways at me. "And if he's able to make it, I'll ask him about your kinky little ideas, hmm?"

    I simply nodded. Immediately after climaxing, the notion of Angela and Jason's relationship becoming more overt had less appeal - but I knew that within the hour I would be as receptive to the idea as I was before I'd made love to Angela - and possibly more so.

    Ten minutes later, my wife smilingly handed me one of those evil little pills, and she watched as I swallowed it - the first of six or so that would start another period of enforced impotence, and culminate in my wife cuckolding me yet again.

    I looked at her briefly; here was a woman who had once said that she would most likely never cuckold me for real - and here she was, eagerly doing it and apparently loving every second of it. I shook my head at the vicissitudes of sexuality, and wondered where this carnal odyssey would take us. I did know one thing.

    I didn't want it to stop.

    *****

    Jason duly visited just over a week later. I was again ensconced in the spare room - naked, cuffed and bound to the office chair - watching through the mirrored window as he and Angela stripped and settled into the spa. Earlier in the week Angela had once again asked me if I really wanted her to pursue the possibility of her intimate relationship with Jason becoming an open secret. I softly told her that I did, and as the week drifted past the notion of watching Angela and her lover with no need to hide simply become stronger - no doubt augmented by my drug induced impotency.

    As I now watched my sexy wife easing herself into the hot water of the spa, my stomach fluttered as I wondered whether she would broach the subject with Jason. My heart raced and I panted in tingling apprehension.

    The pair made small talk in the spa for only a minute or two before Angela said to him: "By the way - how'd you like to take me out to dinner in a week or so?"

    "Sure, babe," Jason replied. "Is Michael going away again soon?"

    "Nope," my wife told him. "Michael will probably be right here at home."

    Jason's eyebrows vaulted high, and Angela laughed at his puzzled expression. She announced that she had made an interesting discovery; she told Jason that she and I had recently discussed the idea of swinging. Jason sent her an inquisitive stare, and my wife went on to explain that 'swinging' was perhaps the wrong term. Instead, she had 'discovered' that the idea of her having sex with another man excited me, and I had strongly hinted that I would give her 'permission' to do so if an opportunity presented itself.

    Jason evinced surprise, but told Angela that he was quite familiar with 'open' relationships. In fact, he went on to reveal that when he was nineteen years old, he had become involved in a sporadic threesome with a friend named John, and John's girlfriend, Mary-Anne. The trio engaged in sex on more than a dozen occasions over a period of about eight months, and Mary-Anne would ardently service both men in turn. Mary-Anne had privately told Jason that John had coaxed her into the threesome because it drove him wild to 'watch another man shagging me'.

    Jason finished his tale by telling Angela that John and Mary-Anne had eventually broken up over an unrelated matter - but the situation had given him new insights into both human sexuality and polygamous relationships.

    I could see Angela's eyes glittering as she listened, and I realised that Jason's admission of previously engaging in a threesome had played beautifully into her hands

    "Sooo," Angela drawled, leaning back in the spa. "You used to bang your buddy's girlfriend as he watched, hmm? Very kinky! And let me guess - you were a little bigger than John was?"

    Jason chuckled modestly. "Yeah - by a couple of inches. In the end, Mary-Anne would openly tell me - in front of John - to fuck her with my 'big cock'." Jason chuckled again and gave his head a rueful shake. "John seemed to lap it up, and at the time I thought the whole situation was crazy - but they both seemed to really get off on it."

    "I'm sure they did," my wife replied smoothly. "And how did it make you feel to be able to screw her in front of him - to basically take your buddy's girlfriend?"

    Jason's eyes swiveled towards her. "I gotta say that it made me feel pretty cocky - no pun intended!" He laughed briefly. "Mary-Anne often told me - again, in front of John - that I was the best fuck she'd ever had, and that's always good for any man's ego, I guess. But I gotta admit that screwing Mary-Anne as John watched, and knowing I was doing it better than he could, made me feel pretty damned smug."

    "No doubt," my wife commented, her face curling into a grin. "I'm sure that you made Mary-Anne a very happy and satisfied girl!"

    Jason laughed. "I sure gave it my best shot."

    Angela chuckled. "You gave it quite a few shots by the sound of it," my wife tartly replied, leaning over him to reach for her cigarettes and lighter. She kissed him briefly before settling back and lighting a smoke.

    "So, sexy," she said, exhaling a stream of smoke. "It seems that my hubby is a bit like your friend John - Michael actually told me that he's been fantasizing about another man screwing me ever since we got married."

    Jason turned his head towards her and nodded. "He sounds a lot like John." Jason shrugged. "I've heard that plenty of guys have that fantasy."

    "Quite a few, I'm betting," Angela replied. She sent him a long, appraising stare. "How would you like to repeat what you did with Mary-Anne and John?"

    Jason looked at her for several seconds. "Are you talking about you and Michael and me having a threesome?"

    Angela shook her head. "No - not a threesome. Michael's main kink is to simply know that I'm having a 'bit on the side', as the saying goes. He told me he'd like to watch, but it's not an absolutely crucial part of the fantasy. For example, he said it would drive him out of is mind to just hear me fucking in our bedroom as he was sat out in the lounge." Angela's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Oh - and like your friend John, Michael told me that he's always imagined me being with a guy who had a big cock - a big cock like yours."

    Jason grinned briefly at her ego-stroking remark. "And you're sure he'd actually let you do it?"

    Angela nodded. "He's already told me that he'd be very open to the idea. So if I can swing it, would you be interested?"

    Jason rubbed his chin. "I dunno," he replied uncertainly, but I could see that he was giving the idea serious thought. "I'd have to be sure that Michael was totally cool with you and me hooking up - there's a difference between fantasizing about your wife screwing another guy, and her actually doing it."

    "True enough," Angela said. "But knowing Michael as I do, I have no doubt that he'd be fine with it." She further dangled the carrot by telling him that he would be able to enjoy her considerable charms a lot more frequently if she had my approval to 'play'. This aspect naturally appealed to him, and I could see that he was giving the idea even more serious consideration.

    "How often would we be able to play?" Jason asked her.

    My wife pondered for no more than a second. "Each weekend, at least," she replied. She stared towards my hiding place and immediately added: "And maybe more if my little hubby really gets off on it. Would you mind driving over here on weeknights?"

    Jason grinned at her. "Not at all - I'd drive over each night if I could!"

    Angela giggled. "You're too horny for your own good! Well, let's just say that if it makes Michael as hot as I think it will, then you'll probably be seeing me some weeknights, as well!" Angela leaned toward him and playfully added: "So - would you like to have free access to some married pussy, honey?"

    Jason chuckled. "I like access to your pussy, married or not! But it is kinda hot to imagine us doing it, and Michael knowing about it."

    Angela mirrored his grin and rolled right along. "I think so too," she said. "In fact, thinking about you and me screwing as my hubby waits is making me quite frisky."

    Jason laughed. "Is it now? Kinky girl!"

    Angela smiled demurely. "I'm a lot kinkier than you think!"

    They then idly discussed various methods to 'introduce' Jason into the picture. Angela's approach was direct - she suggested that she'd simply inform me that they had met at a local store, and she'd noted that he did landscaping work. She would get him to call around for a 'quote' on a new rockery for the front garden - which Angela and I had previously discussed - and things would go from there.

    In the spare room, I sat bound and naked, and once again admired my wife's deviously lecherous planning. What she was proposing was, of course, a considerable distortion of the truth - but Jason would never know that. All he would know was that Angela's husband had just essentially sanctioned her having a 'bit on the side'.

    In fact, he again told Angela that it would be 'hot' to be able to bed her, knowing that I was fully aware he was doing so. Angela giggled softly, taking a last drag on her cigarette before butting it, and promptly told him that he should really think about bedding her right now.

    He duly obliged her on the bench-press - with enough zest and skill to make my wife climax three times. My cock and balls tingled as Angela's squeals of ecstasy gushed from the speakers. Perhaps to further tease and torment me, my wife loudly told him that she agreed with Mary-Anne - he was the best fuck that she'd ever had, too.

    Jason eventually gave a husky moan of his own, and his large, full balls suddenly hoisted themselves tightly to the base of his shaft, spasming joyfully as his rock-hard cock sank into my wife's cunt to the hilt. Her long, sexy legs convulsed around his clenched buttocks as his cock began pumping his semen into her creamy depths. Angela actually climaxed again as he exploded more than eight inches inside her, underscoring her orgasm with a pleading yell for him to fill her up! Her unbelievably lewd exhortation sent a masochistic ripple dancing through me, and I uttered a choked gasp as a thin stream of his semen oozed from the base of her slit and trickled, with almost sensual slowness, into the crack of her ass.

    A few hours later I was again leaning forward as I sat bound to the chair, licking their combined juices from my wife's sopping cunt. After she had climaxed to the warm, wet rhythm of my tongue, Angela again slowly masturbated my soft cock and teased me about what she and Jason had planned.

    She gave a brief chuckle and her sexy green eyes gazed into mine. "That reminds me - I had better officially ask for your permission to play, I guess!" She uttered her wicked giggle. "Is it okay if I hook up with sexy Jason anytime I want so that he can fuck my brains out, baby?"

    "Yes!" I gasped.

    "And while I was giving Jason my pussy tonight I thought of some naughty changes to the card game, Cuckie," Angel began. "Wanna hear them?" I quickly nodded as her warm, soft fingers rubbed and tickled my glans. My wife grinned up at me and began explaining.

    The changes she suggested were not only major, but also had diabolically lascivious consequences. As the game stood now, I selected one card each time that Angela and I made love in order to trigger her next liaison with Jason - and for me to subsequently spend a week taking the medication that kept me completely flaccid until the pair had intercourse.

    Angela now proposed what amounted to an almost complete inversion of the game. I would start taking the pills that kept me flaccid permanently until I drew a pair - and only then could I stop taking them so that I could harden enough to fuck her. The sting in the tail was that I would only be able to draw a card each time Jason fucked her, instead of me!

    "So my little Cuckie?" Angela drawled. "How would you like that? For you to be kept soft and limp until Jason has fucked me enough times for you to draw a pair of cards, hmm?"

    With Angela gently cupping and stroking my soft but desperate cock, my sexual excitement once again reaching an incandescent level, I openly moaned at her statement.

    "Aww, does the new and improved version of the game excite you, my limp little Cuckie?" Angela teased. "To imagine Jason screwing me seven, eight, nine times or more before you're able to get hard enough to do the same?"

    "YES!" I shrieked

    Angela flashed me an evil grin. "And, of course, if Jason plays ball and takes up your generous offer to let me play, then it'll all be out in the open, won't it? Jason will meet you, and he'll know that he can fuck your wife anytime he likes! In fact, you'd better hope he fucks me plenty - because it's the only way you're gonna get to pick another card!" Angela tilted her head back and giggled.

    "Jesus fuck!" I practically screamed. "DO IT! DO IT!"

    "Okay, my soft-cocked little man!" she replied. "We'll play the new version of the game from now on." Her eyes bored up into mine. "And - just so it's absolutely clear - while your taking those pills and waiting to draw a pair of cards, I won't touch your limp little pecker, or stroke it, or suck it, and you definitely won't fuck me with it! While we play this game, you won't cum at all - you'll be completely cut off! Understood? The best you can hope for is that I'll let you lick my hot, steamy cunt every so often - probably after Jason's just creamed it!"

    "OH MY GOD - YES!" I wailed. Her dancing, stroking fingers found that perfect spot under my glans. I arched my back as orgasm beckoned to me!

    "But of course I'll suck and fuck Jason while you wait, honey!" my wife added almost merrily. "You wont have to worry about me going without - my young lover will pop over every weekend or so to make sure that my pussy gets a good, hard serve of decent cock!" She smiled sweetly, uttered her sexy, teasing giggle again. "And I'll give him plenty of THIS, too..." She leaned down and took my soft, twitching cock into her hot, wet mouth.

    I came almost immediately.

    *****

    An hour or so later we were lying in bed, having our usual gentle chat about the evening's sizzling events. Angela once more asked me if I was sure that I would be okay with both the new version of the carnal game, and also about her openly hooking up with Jason.

    I briefly wondered just how it would feel to sit in the same room with my wife's young lover - and to know that he was fully aware I had given Angela total permission to spread her long legs for him whenever she felt inclined. Another poignant ripple of almost masochistic waves ebbed through me as I imagined the pair drifting into the bedroom, and hearing my wife's ardent gasps and squeals trickle from within. Even more titillating was the prospect of waiting until Jason had fucked Angela enough times for me to draw a pair of cards.

    "And I'd draw a card each time you and Jason fucked?" I shakily asked her.

    My wife nodded. "Yes - each time. Tonight, for example, you would have been able to pick two cards because we screwed twice."

    I suddenly realised that even if the pair hooked up once a week and had intercourse twice each time, the odds were that it could take several weeks for Angela's lascivious game to run its course and for me to cease taking the wicked medication.

    I quietly mentioned this to Angela.

    A slight grin floated across her face. "Uh-huh," she nodded. "It could take a few weeks - but that's part of the tease, don't you think, honey?" She propped herself up on her elbow beside me and stared into my eyes. "I kinda worked out the game so that the more often Jason gets to have me, the faster you'll get your reward, my sexy little lover! So - the more he gets my pussy, the sooner you'll get it! Am I evil, or what?" She finished with a cheeky giggle.

    "You're evil, alright," I softly replied.

    "But you love it, don't you, my little Cuckie?"

    I gulped. "Yeah," I told her softly. "I do love it."

    Angela chuckled. "So do you want me to get Jason to come over and give us a 'quote' for a new rockery this week?"

    I slowly nodded, the impious little buzz screaming into life.

    "Okay, honey," Angela said. "I'll ring him tomorrow and see if he can make it over on Tuesday then. I've got the day off work on Tuesday, so I can be here and tell him what I want him to do - in the garden, and elsewhere." She flashed a suggestive smile at me.

    We both fell asleep, spent and exhausted, soon after

    *****

    I didn't get to talk to Angela much early Monday evening; she had to grab a bite of dinner, and then drive to her sister's house for a Tupperware party, or something similar. She did say before she left that she had called Jason, but that she would fill me in on the details when she got home later that evening.

    As I sat waiting for Angela to get back, the evil little buzz had a grand old time teasing and tormenting me. The medication was wearing off, because my cock started to harden on several occasions.

    Angela duly arrived home at about 10:30pm. We were in bed thirty minutes later, and Angela softly informed me that in their phone call that morning, she had announced to Jason that she had spoken to me again about getting my 'permission' for her to engage in sex outside of our marriage. She told Jason that I had eagerly encouraged her to do so, and that I was highly excited at the notion of her discreetly taking a lover. In reply, Jason had confirmed that as long as I was agreeable, he would love to broaden and expand their sexual relationship, adding that it would even be a lot of 'fun' to hook up so blatantly. Angela had concurred, impishly telling him 'the more blatant, the better'. Angela also told me that he would be arriving to do the 'quote' tomorrow at around 11:00am.

    I glanced at her; as she had told me, she wasn't working tomorrow, and another masochistic pang slithered through me as a lewd thought popped into my mind. "Are you going to go to bed with him while I'm at work?" I asked shakily.

    Angela turned her head towards me. "Would it be okay if I did?" she asked with a slight, almost knowing smile.

    "Yes," I found myself answering breathlessly.

    Angela smiled. "Then after he takes a look at the garden bed, I'll show him another sort of bed - and I'm sure he'll enjoy that a lot more than writing out the quote." Angela's eyes crinkled, and another soft giggle escaped her lips.

    As our conversation progressed, my cock had naturally begun to harden, Angela felt it pressing against her soft belly, and she reached down and started stroking me.

    "Is it making you hot to think of Jason fucking me while you're working, my Cuckie?" she asked gently.

    "Uh-huh!" I panted.

    "And if he takes me to bed tomorrow," my wife continued. "I think we should start the new game right away - don't you?"

    "Oh my God - YES!" I croaked. My underworked cock grew rapidly at both her soft ministrations and her lascivious suggestion.

    My wife smiled softly "Good," she breathed. "C'mon, baby - let's get that little pecker of yours a bit harder for me..."

    I gasped and shakily slid my fingers down to her pussy; to my surprise, she was already soaking wet. Angela continued stroking my cock; it grew to just over three-quarters erect, and Angela decided that it was firm enough to enter her. She rolled over onto her back and spread her long legs, pulling me up on top of her.

    Angela maneuvered the head of my stiff but slightly pliant cock between her labia, and I gasped as I shakily thrust forward. As my cock slowly inched inside her, Angela uttered a soft moan, and her legs curled around my hips.

    "Fuck me, lover," she drawled, her sea-green eyes staring into mine. Her breasts pressed into my chest as I began shakily thrusting. I uttered a long groan of sheer ecstasy as the heat of her cunt enveloped me.

    "Fuck me," she repeated. "Give it to me with your rubbery little pecker! And as you do, just think: this will probably be the last time for weeks that your tiny lil cock will be inside me. After you cum tonight, you're going to have to wait until you get another pair of cards, my poor little cuckold - and that's only going to happen after Jason has fucked me - over and over and OVER!" She giggled.

    I gave a thin wail as I climaxed about five seconds later.

    As I lay panting on my wicked wife, my deflating cock gave a poignant twinge, as if it knew that this was the last time it would explore the warm, moist confines of my wife's pussy for many weeks.

    I knew it too - and I couldn't wait for it to start...

    *****
     
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  13. davey

    davey New Member

    Chapter 12
    As you may perhaps understand, my mind was not entirely on my work on Tuesday. I was stuck in the office today, and I frequently glanced at the clock as it made its sluggish journey towards 11:00am. I toyed with the idea of calling Angela at home, but I knew that she would be unable to resist playfully teasing me about Jason's impending visit, and I was frisky enough as it was: the way I felt, even the crack of dawn wouldn't be safe. As the eleven o'clock news warbled by on the radio, my imagination gave itself unlimited reign. In my mind's eye, I pictured my sexy wife answering Jason's knock at the front door - and giggling her soft, sexy giggle as she led her young lover into our house, and then into our bedroom, and finally into the yawning gap between her parted, hungry thighs.

    The day trickled by, and my feverish imagination regularly drifted homeward, conjuring up a bevy of lascivious possibilities. My cock became a frequent distraction as it alternatively rose and fell like some frisky oil pump in the Texas countryside. I was still unable to achieve a totally hard and full erection - but this simply played into my wife's lecherous hands. After our brief coupling last night, Angela had made several offhand comments about how bendable and squashy my shaft had felt inside her, knowing that her remarks would simply arouse me even further. She had even coined a new tongue-in-cheek name for it - Three-four - meaning that I could only reach three-quarter hardness. To hear her playfully deride my penis in such a way simply added to the kinky eroticism of what we were doing.

    At just before 5:00pm, I eagerly climbed into the car and headed home.

    Angela greeted me with a warm, passionate kiss when I arrived. We made small talk for a minute or two as she stirred bubbling pots on the stove, wisps of steam arising from them as though they were witch's cauldrons. I subconsciously checked to see that she wasn't preparing tacos.

    This evening she was dressed in a white tee shirt, which was tucked into a faded denim skirt. I noted that her legs were freshly shaven, and my gaze flickered over them for a few seconds. Angela caught my stare, and I'm sure she could sense my fluttering arousal. She grinned softly and retrieved a slip of paper from on top of the fridge. She silently handed it to me: the quote from Jason for the new rockery.

    "So Jason made it here today, then?" I inquired lightly, absentmindedly glancing at the scrawled quote. My brow abruptly furrowed when I saw the estimated cost for the new rockery at the base of the page. I focused my gaze to make sure my eyes were reading the number of zeros correctly. I was. No wonder landscape gardeners all drove fucking Beemers or Mercs! Maybe I should change professions. I wryly remarked to Angela that her fuck-buddy was apparently not satisfied with screwing my wife - he was attempting to do the same to my goddamned wallet.

    Angela tilted her face skyward and brayed with laughter, and she embraced me. "Now, that's funny!" she chuckled. "No wonder I love you so much!"

    I sent her a grin, and uttered a mock gasp of pain - "Eeeeh!" - and flung the quote down as if it burnt my fingers, and my wife guffawed again. I looked at her, and I was suddenly realised just what a beautiful and sexy lady she was. She peered into a saucepan as though unsure what lurked within, and - apparently satisfied - she clamped a lid on its seething contents and then ushered me to the lounge room. We seated ourselves on the couch, and all humorous thoughts dissipated from me as I contemplated her gorgeous legs; I fleetingly wondered if they'd been spread to more than a ninety-degree angle today. My lewd thoughts were rudely interrupted - on the stovetop behind us, I could have sworn a pot farted. I suddenly wondered what the hell was for dinner.

    "So - did Jason stay long today?" I asked in what I thought was smooth nonchalance, stoically ignoring the flatulent saucepan.

    My wife tossed her long blonde tresses to one side and cut me off at the knees. "Are you asking if he took me to bed, lover?"

    I swallowed and deflated. "I guess I am."

    Before she even replied, the appearance of a sultry smile on her face told me everything. "Yes, honey - he did," she softly replied. "I hope that's okay with you?"

    I took a long, shaking breath. "Yeah - you know it's okay," I replied in a tight voice. My heart raced, and I could feel my cock stirring in my trousers, like a puppy ready for a frolicsome game.

    My wife tilted her head sideways and gazed at me. "Does that make you hot, honey?" she asked, a playful tone coloring her voice. "To know that I was letting him have me while you were at work?"

    "Uh-huh!" I confirmed almost enthusiastically. The wicked little buzz screeched into life as my cock began to gleefully harden - or harden three-fourths, as Angela might have said. "How many times?"

    Angela's smile broadened. "Just once, honey," she said, and then added: "But it kinda lasted a while..."

    I swallowed and took the bait. "How long?"

    "Ummm - almost an hour or so," Angela confirmed. Her eyes glittered. "That's okay, isn't it, baby?"

    "Jesus Christ, yes!" I muttered excitedly. A tinge of exquisite humiliation fluttered through me as the disparity between Jason's ardent stamina and my own recent feeble efforts in the sack struck me like a blow. I could barely last a minute, whilst Angela's virile lover could go nearly a whole hour!

    "Jason was a bit frisky when he arrived, honey," my wife continued. "So we were kinda naughty - we went to bed before he'd even looked at the garden." Her eyes darted to my face and she uttered a brief giggle. "But later on he had a look in the garden and we talked about getting the rockery done."

    "Did you talk about anything else?" I prompted. My stomach fluttered in anticipation.

    Angela sent me a shrewd look, instantly comprehending the thrust of my question. "Do you mean did we talk about him and I openly hooking up?" Angela knowingly inquired.

    I nodded. The pot burped petulantly behind us, as though it was pissed at us for ignoring it. I made a mental note to check Angela's cookbook.

    My wife smiled softly. "As a matter of fact, we did, lover. I asked him if he wanted to take me out to dinner this coming Friday, and then maybe go see a movie or something." Angela's eyes flickered to my face. "He said that he'd love to - so he's going to come here Friday evening to pick me up. Is that okay too, baby?"

    "Jesus - yes!" I replied huskily. I could feel my cock pressing pliantly against the front of my trousers.

    Angela studied my face for a few seconds, and her own expression then took on a salacious lilt. "So - here is the situation: As far as Jason is concerned, he thinks that you've just agreed to let me discreetly 'play' - and, of course, he's totally unaware that you already know about him coming over when you were 'interstate'. He's kinda nervous about meeting you, so we'll just take things slowly until he gets accustomed to the idea. When he comes here to pick me up, just act like everything's cool, okay? He won't be here long anyway, and I'm sure that you'll know what to do."

    I simply nodded. For a moment the surreal nature of our conversation washed over me as I realised my quick nod had just cleared the path for Angela to begin openly cuckolding me. I momentarily felt like pinching myself; just a few hours previously, my wife had slept with her lover - in our marital bed - and now here I was giving her the all-clear to not only continue with her dalliances, but giving them my tacit endorsement. I briefly wondered about the term being a slave to one's passions. It struck me that I was certainly becoming a slave to mine - and relishing every second of it.

    Angela candidly pondered me for a few moments. "So, honey - I guess we've started our new game, hmm?"

    "I guess so," I answered softly. The buzz seemed to give a wild screech of victory. My stomach fluttered again, and my cock joined in - giving several impatient throbs.

    "I think the new game will be a lot of fun, lover," Angela playfully intoned. Her gaze swept over me once more, and her eyes crinkled mischievously when she noted the slight tent in my trousers. "Ahh! I see Three-four is up! Getting a bit frisky, my little Cuckie?"

    "Christ, yes!" I panted, her use of my new nickname just adding to my excitement.

    My wife crossed her sexy legs on the couch beside me; her denim skirt rode up an inch or two, and my gaze was virtually pulled downwards as her soft inner thigh came into view. My wife smiled. "Just think how hot you'll be Friday night when I'm out with Jason, honey - waiting for me to get home..."

    I reached down and placed my hand on her warm thigh and began sliding it up under her skirt. Angela instantly seized my wrist and hoisted my probing fingers off her smooth, soft leg.

    "Ut-ahh!" she playfully admonished, shaking her head. "You're forgetting that the game has started, lover - and you know the new rules: None for you!"

    I uttered a frustrated groan. Angela glanced down at the swelling in my trousers and a fleeting grin passed over her face. The pot on the stove behind us had passed through its flatulent stage - it was instead now whistling in agony like a boiling lobster. I glanced uncertainly at Angela.

    "That reminds me," she began, ignoring both my bewildered stare and the painful whistle emanating from the tortured contents of the saucepan. "Seeing how I was such a naughty girl with Jason today, you had better go and get the cards so you can pick one, lover," Her smile almost became a leer. "And get one of your pills, too - if we're playing the game, we'd better do it by the rules, hmm?"

    I swallowed. I realised that once I started taking the medication I would again be rendered completely impotent and unable to climax, except with Angela's help - which would not be forthcoming this time. That deliciously submissive wave danced through me again. I looked at her and asked: "Are you going to let me cum before the pills kick in?"

    "Nope," my wife replied at once. "I'm certainly not. You wanna play the game? Then like I just said - we play it by the rules - and last night was your final chance until we finish the game, my lil lover!" Angela's tilted her head. "Now go and get the cards and your little pill. It's time to take your medicine, honey!"

    I gulped again, and arose on weak legs to do as she asked. My pliant erection had reluctantly started to deflate, but it remained semi-hard, like an enthusiastic but sidelined team member who was keen to leap into the contest should the summons arrive. I returned with the pack of cards and one of the pills. In the meantime Angela had retrieved a glass of water from the kitchen, and she watched with a half smile as I placed the pill on my tongue and swallowed it with a mouthful of water. The pot plaintively fluted behind me, as though in reproachful disapproval.

    Angela then shuffled the cards and held them out to me. I picked the Queen of Hearts. It would later go into my bedside drawer - the first of what would more than likely be at least half a dozen more. My cock twitched again when I thought of how I would earn those cards - one at a time, sitting impotently by as another man's cock regularly explored and enjoyed the warm, clinging confines of my wife's pussy.

    My lewd thoughts were distracted yet again as the pot suddenly uttered a vibrant, gurgling moan - like a death rattle. "Jesus fuck," I finally grunted to Angela. "What the hell's in that fucking pot?"

    "Huh?" My wife looked askance at me. "Oh! Something new I'm trying." I peered uncertainly out into the kitchen, half expecting to see the contents of the pot attempting to flee. I shrugged.

    Angela shortly served dinner. As we ate I asked her if she'd made any mention of the kinky game that we were playing to Jason.

    My wife shook her head. "Absolutely not - that's our little secret, lover. Jason has no need to know about that, or about anything else we've done, for that matter. All he knows is that you've decided to let me 'play' a little - and for now that's perfectly adequate."

    After we'd washed and dried the dishes, we returned to the lounge room and sank onto the couch. We listened to the rain tinkling on the roof, and Angela promptly served me an added treat - one that required her to firstly remove her panties, rapidly followed by me sinking to my knees in front of her and pressing my face firmly to the apex of her naked thighs. It was a dessert I'd always relished - now more so than ever.

    By the next morning, my cock was again unresponsive and limp.

    The pills had kicked in, and the new game had begun in earnest.

    *****

    Friday evening duly arrived. In preparation for her dinner date with Jason, Angela had showered early and blow-dried her blonde tresses into soft undulating waves. It was now the middle of winter, and despite the cool weather my wife dressed in a shortish skirt under which she wore black stockings and suspenders. I suspected that she wore the sizzling hosiery just as much to tease me as she did to please and impress Jason. Three-inch heels accentuated her shapely legs. I glanced appreciatively at her as we sat down in the lounge room to await her lover's arrival

    As we waited, apprehension began wafting through me. Angela sensed my unease, and did her best to reassure me by keeping the chatter going.

    At just before 6:30pm we heard the soft purr of a car engine pull into the driveway. Angela rose and peeked out the front window.

    "Jason's here," she said over her shoulder. She turned to face me. "Just play it cool, okay baby?"

    I shakily nodded. Heavy footfalls clunked up the front steps, followed by a tremulous knock at the door.

    Angela strode over and opened the door. Jason's tall outline filled the doorframe.

    "Hi!" Angela greeted him in a smooth voice.

    "Hi Angela," Jason replied.

    "Come in for a minute," my wife said, ushering him inside. I shakily rose to my feet. My mouth felt dry.

    Angela did the introductions, and I finally shook the hand of the man who had been banging my hot, sexy wife for the last four months or so. He seemed to be just as apprehensive as I was, and I wondered if his stomach was fluttering as hard as mine.

    Angela kept the conversation flowing, and we chatted for a few minutes about the quote for the new rockery before my wife ostentatiously glanced at her wristwatch.

    "We'd better head off," she told Jason. He seemed relieved as my wife plucked her handbag from the coffee table. She then stepped towards me and gave me a peck on the cheek.

    "I'll see you when I get home, sweetie." she told me. My heart gave another hard thump.

    Jason again extended his hand. "Nice to meet you, Michael."

    I shook his hand once more and mumbled: "Good to meet you too, Jason."

    Without further ado my wife ushered her young lover to the front door. It was now raining lightly, and Angela turned to me one final time and sent me a sexy smile and winked before she pulled the door closed behind them, chirping a final "Bye!" to me. I heard them laughing about the rain as they made their way down to his car.

    My pulse was still racing as the full impact of what was occurring washed over me like a heady, lascivious comber. I let out a heavy breath, expelling some of the tension inside me as Jason's car reversed down the driveway and drove off.

    I settled down - as best I could - to await the return of my wife.

    *****

    I heard the rumbling purr of Jason's car as it pulled into the driveway at just before midnight. A few minutes passed before I realised that my wife and her lover were not stirring from Jason's parked car. My stomach fluttered again as I wondered what they were doing. The minutes drifted past.

    It was nearly half an hour before I heard the bark of Jason's car as it started, followed a few moments later by the click-click-click of my wife's high-heels coming up the front steps. She opened the front door and strode inside.

    "Hiya, honey," she purred.

    "Hi," I replied tightly. My wife approached and softly embraced me, and we kissed deeply. Her soft, warm perfume wafted over me, and I realised I was trembling like a leaf in her arms.

    "Are you okay, baby?" she inquired when she broke our kiss.

    "Yeah," I panted. The lecherous buzz inside me was practically bouncing, and I found that I was glancing at her face - trying to discern if her lipstick was smudged, or if her long blonde tresses were hanging askew. To my excited eyes, I thought to detect both, and her face seemed to have a healthy flush to it. I cleared my throat. "I wasn't sure if you and Jason were coming inside..."

    Angela smiled softly. "Not this time, lover."

    I swallowed heavily, a curious wave of half relief and half disappointment pouring through me. "I guess it's a bit too soon..." I mumbled.

    My wife tilted her head. She was still embracing me, and I could feel the heat of her body as it pressed against me. "Well - a bit too soon for him to come inside and sit with you watching us, anyway." She paused for a few seconds, and then released me from her embrace. "You'd better go and get the cards from my dresser, baby."

    I gaped at her. "You want me to pick a card?"

    My wife slowly nodded. This naturally could mean only one thing - but I had to ask.

    "He fucked you tonight?" I inquired in what was almost shock. My stomach did flip-flops whilst my flaccid dick conversely tingled in delighted glee.

    "Uh-huh," Angela smoothly replied. "Just now - out in his car." She sent her sexy green gaze crashing into mine. "I'm guessing you heard us pull into the driveway, and you probably wondered why we were out there so long - well, now you know." Her tone became playful. "It's been a long time since I've had to screw in the front seat of a car."

    I felt the room tilt slightly. As I'd been waiting pensively in the house, my wife had been steaming up the windows of Jason's car! I mentally pictured Angela laying back on the cramped front seat, maneuvering her long, nylon-clad legs towards the car's roof as Jason mounted her, his thick, hard cock slithering into her receptive slit. I stifled a low moan.

    My wife glanced at me, her face now lit by her soft and sultry grin. "So go and get the cards - my little Cuckie." She stressed the last syllable - Cuck-ieeeee.

    I hastily did as she asked, my pulse rocketing and my legs trembling. When I returned to the lounge room, Angela was sat on the couch with her stockinged legs crossed; I could just make out the lower sections of her stocking tops. She held out her hand for the cards and silently shuffled them. I drew the Three of Clubs.

    "Aww," my wife playfully intoned. "No pair for you yet, honey."

    I dazedly slid the Three of Clubs into my pocket, and stood looking down at her as she placed the deck of cards on the coffee table. She then leaned back and contemplated me with a knowing smile.

    "Has it made you hot to know that he's just fucked me in his car, lover?"

    "Yes!" I squeaked.

    Without another word she raised her hips and tugged the hem of her black skirt up her legs; the ebony tops of her stockings came fully into view, framed by the black suspender belt. The contrast between the dark hosiery and her creamy skin was startling, and also incredibly erotic. She pulled her skirt up even further until it was a sagging ring around her hips. She settled back onto the couch and slowly parted her thighs, and I saw right away that she was sans panties. Mesmerized, I gazed down to her crotch. Her neatly trimmed pussy came into view - and I could see that her labia were puffy and slightly swollen.

    My wife gazed up at me. "Like what you see, lover?"

    I simply nodded. The buzz seemed to tickle the root of my flaccid cock, and I felt my balls shifting in my scrotum.

    "Kneel down," Angela told me. I did so, not taking my eyes from her sex. I could now also see how moist she was.

    My wife now stared down into my face. Her eyelids were lowered, and her pupils were dilated - Bedroom Eyes. "I told you that you'd just get to lick my pussy after Jason had creamed it," she whispered huskily. "Well, here's your chance. I'm not gonna ask you to lick me. The choice will be totally yours. My hot, wet, creamy pussy is right in front of you, Cuckie - if you wanna eat me, then eat me!" She teasingly lifted her hips slightly, and her damp cunt tilted invitingly upwards, causing her labia to slide unctuously together. Her clitoris peeped out of its sheath as if it sensed the closeness of my tongue.

    Angela hooked her hands under her knees and gently pulled her thighs open even wider. Her dewy outer labia parted, making a soft, wet smack!, and her inner lips winked at me, moist and slippery.

    "You want it, baby?" my wife teased. "Then take it. Don't you wanna taste me? C'mon, Cuckie - my pussy's so wet and creamy for you!"

    I immediately lowered my face between her nylon-clad thighs and hungrily slid my tongue into her syrupy slit.

    I spent over half an hour on my knees - licking and worshipping my wife's freshly fucked cunt as her soft exhortations and satisfied groans echoed through the lounge room.

    *****

    Events sometimes take on a momentum of their own, and Angela's newly open relationship with her young lover was just such an event. I began keeping a dairy of what subsequently occurred; I found this to be not only cathartic, but it was also incredibly arousing to read back. In order to condense the increasingly lascivious occurrences that followed, I will simply chronicle excerpts from what I came to call my 'Depraved Diary' - beginning with Angela's next 'open' meeting with her young lover up until the present. To possibly protect the kinky, I had abbreviated the names Angela and Jason to 'A' and 'J' respectively. Many cuckolds will perhaps find it interesting reading:

    *****

    Monday July 4th: 'A' went out with 'J' again last night - this time to catch a live show in town. They arrived home at about eleven o'clock, and 'J' accompanied 'A' inside the house this time. The three of us sat and chatted for thirty minutes or so. Atmosphere was tense, but better than initial meeting with 'J'. He seems to be quite a nice guy, and the tension gradually eased, helped by 'A's' bubbly chatter.

    When 'J' went to use the bathroom, 'A' quietly suggested that I go to bed.

    When 'J' returned, I did as she asked, saying that I was tired and that I was gonna hit the hay. My heart pounded as I lay in bed, listening intently. Fifteen minutes or so later I could just make out 'A' moaning softly! What was 'J' doing to her???

    A few moments later it became obvious what 'J' was doing to her - the couch began creaking, and I actually heard 'A' moan: "Fuck me!"

    I find it difficult to describe what hearing them fucking did to me!!! All I can say is hearing 'A' getting fucked in the lounge was so FUCKING HOT!!!

    I tried to wank, but my cock stayed soft - damn those fucking pills!

    I licked 'A's' cunt for ages when she came to bed after 'J' had left. She was so wet and creamy - I made her cum twice as she teased me about 'J' enjoying her pussy before I'd licked it!!! Jesus, she drives me insane!!!

    I picked another card - got the Jack of Diamonds. No pair yet! 'A' told me she's meeting 'J' again next Friday. She also told me that 'J' was very excited by the new situation, and that he was very glad he decided to accept 'A's' offer to start openly seeing her.

    *****

    Saturday July 9th: Third meeting of 'A' and 'J' last night. They went out for dinner, but came back very early - about 9:00pm. 'A' had arrived home with a hired DVD, and she turned off the lights and the three of us sat watching the movie - me in the armchair and 'A' on 'J' on the couch.

    I tried to concentrate on the movie, but I frequently stole looks at 'A' and 'J'. Maybe because the lounge was lit only by the TV, 'J' seemed a lot more relaxed, and even slid his arm around 'A', who reciprocated. Even seeing them do this made my balls ACHE!

    I again went to bed after the movie finished, prompted by 'A's' subtle gesture. Ten minutes later the urgent sounds of 'A' and 'J' fucking out in the lounge again drifted through the walls. I listened intently to 'A's' moans and squeals of pleasure. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus! - lying in bed and hearing them fuck with my cock soft and me NOT able to cum is like a delicious torture!!! But I am getting so much enjoyment from it!!! What is this DOING TO ME???

    'A' came to see me as soon as 'J' left. She asked me to come out into the lounge and pick a card. I picked one and got the Seven of Clubs.

    'A' became very wicked - teasing me plenty about her pussy being freely available for 'J's' big, hard cock, but off limits to mine. Not off limits to my lips and tongue, though! She sat on the barstools in the kitchen and told me to lick her 'well-used pussy' and ass from behind - taunting me again about my 'soft, limp, tiny little cock!' Christ, it's SO hot when she teases me like that!!!

    'A' also told me 'J' had asked if I had heard them fucking last Monday night. 'A' told him that I did, and that it turned me on. 'J' replied that knowing I was able to hear him screwing her was 'wicked', and that he'd make sure that I had 'a lot more to listen to' from now on. For some reason, haring this just added even more to the utter kinkiness of what we were doing - to know 'J' was not only aware that I could hear him fucking my wife, but that he was planning to make their couplings even more audible!!!!

    *****

    Sunday July 10th: I told 'A' this morning that I had meeting with tax accountant next Wednesday night (13th), at seven p.m.. 'A' asked how long I'd be in meeting - I told her a couple of hours or so with travel time. 'A' later called 'J' and asked if he could visit Weds. night whilst I was gone. He told her he would.

    Getting VERY hot thinking about what 'A' and 'J' will be get up to while I'm at meeting!!!

    *****

    Thursday July 14th: 'J' came over again last night as planned. I went to the meeting with my accountant before 'J' arrived - and couldn't stop thinking about what 'A' and 'J' were doing while I was gone! I returned home to find 'A' dressed in just her black kimono as she sat beside 'J' - it was obvious she was naked underneath.

    When 'J' left at about ten p.m., he and 'A' kissed for a few seconds in front doorway - the first time I saw them actually kiss! I felt my balls tighten as I watched my wife openly kissing her lover!!! I swear I almost shot my fucking LOAD!!!

    'A' later told me 'J' had arrived five minutes after I'd left, and within another five minutes 'A' had turned off the lights and they'd both stripped naked. They'd fucked twice - once on the couch, and later in the master bedroom.

    I picked two cards, and got Four of Clubs and King of Spades. 'A' let me lick her creamy cunt until she climaxed.

    *****

    Monday July 18th: It's now been three weeks to the day since I last had sex with 'A'. Pills keeping me soft as ever - and as promised 'A' hasn't wanked me. I'm so incredibly horny!!!

    'J' spent another evening here last night (Sunday). He seems to be completely sure about status now - especially after last Weds. night when he openly kissed 'A' in front of me in the front doorway before he left. The three of us chatted for an hour around the kitchen table. The situation between the three of us wasn't mentioned at all - but we were all conspicuously aware that 'J' had become 'A's' primary sexual partner. The pair left to browse the video shop for another movie, arriving home forty-five minutes later.

    'A' turned off the lounge room lights again before starting the DVD. I again sat in an armchair as 'A' and 'J' sat close on the couch. We watched the film, and of course I subtly watched THEM. Halfway through the film 'A' and 'J' began kissing - right in front of me! I nearly creamed my jeans as I sat there!!!

    The kissing didn't stop, and in darkness I saw 'J' sliding his hand under 'A's' blouse. I knew 'A' wasn't wearing a bra, and my legs went weak as I watched him fondle 'A's' tits! - just like I had imagined!!!

    I felt my balls start aching deliciously. 'A' looked over 'J's' shoulder and used her hand to motion me to go to bed before she resumed kissing him. I silently rose, and the last thing I saw before leaving the lounge was 'J's' hand sliding up 'A's' skirt!!!

    I shakily went to bed and soon heard them fucking again! Again tried wanking, but couldn't cum. Heard 'A' shout out in the lounge room how "big and hard' his cock was!!! I LOVED HEARING MY WIFE SAY THIS!!!

    'A' came to bed after 'J' left about an hour later and asked if seeing her kiss 'J' made me hot. I told her it did, and told her it made my balls ache. 'A' giggled, and told me to 'lick her juicy cunt clean'. I eagerly did so.

    Drew another card - got Ace of Clubs! STILL NO FUCKING PAIR!!! I have seven fucking cards - Queen, Three, Jack, Seven, Four, King and now an ACE - and no fucking, FUCKING PAIR!!! I am going literally fucking INSANE!!!

    After I'd picked a card, 'A' added that 'J' was REALLY getting off on the situation now. He told 'A' that kissing and fondling her so openly in front of me made him 'so fucking horny'. He had even suggested to 'A' how 'kinky and hot' it would be if she blatantly fellated him in front of me, too!

    'A' told me that she would think about it!!! OH - MY - GOD!!!!!

    *****

    Saturday July 23rd: Nearly a month since I've cum! I have SEVEN cards for the seven times that 'J' has fucked 'A' since we started the game. I found I am going into kind of "sub-space" now watching 'A' and 'J'. Very powerful feeling!

    'J' came over last night and picked 'A' up. They went out to catch another live show. 'A' was dressed in a hot white mini-skirt and thin black singlet-thing that needed no bra underneath!

    They got back at about eleven-thirty p.m., and I saw that she had another hired DVD tucked under her arm. 'A' asked me to again shut off the lounge room lights, and we again sat in the dark watching another movie - me in the armchair whilst 'A' and 'J' curled up together as usual on the couch. Almost right away they started kissing deeply. Several minutes passed, and sure enough I saw 'J' slide his hand under her top and start fondling her bare tits under the thin material.

    I sat SHAKING as I watched!!!

    They kissed and petted for maybe fifteen minutes before 'A' whispered in 'J's' ear, and they rose from couch, 'A' leading 'J' by the hand into our bedroom - they didn't even look at me as they walked past me in dark room.

    A few minutes later heard 'A' start to moan, and heard our bed creaking!!!

    It sounds crazy, but I loved the feeling of helplessness and humiliation as I listened to 'J' fucking 'A' in OUR bedroom!!! Wanted to lick her delicious WET cunt SO BADLY right then!!!

    The pair came back out into lounge after about an hour and a half, just as the movie was finishing, and sat back down on the couch as if nothing had happened! 'A' asked me what the movie was like, adding after a sexy giggle that she and 'J' had been 'kinda busy' elsewhere. 'J' greeted her comment with a half-apologetic and half-smug smile, but made no comment of his own. It as becoming very apparent that he had settled comfortably into his role as 'A's' paramour.

    'A' brazenly kissed him goodbye in the front doorway again for nearly five minutes this time before he departed. 'A' giggled and whispered in his ear. 'J' turned to me, still embracing 'A' and said: "Thanks for letting me enjoy your wife's pussy."

    For some insane reason I am still unable to fathom, his casual yet blatant remark nearly made me cream my fucking jeans!!!

    I shakily replied that he was VERY welcome, and blurted that it sounded like he did it extremely well. 'A' giggled again, and said: "He sure DOES!"

    With a wave 'J' departed.

    'A' got deck of cards out and I picked one - got a SEVEN! A PAIR!!! 'A' smiled and said that as soon as medication wears off I can TAKE HER!

    I was so fucking hot that I BEGGED 'A' to let me lick her cunt!!! 'A' teased me, but finally allowed me to do so ONLY if I made sure to 'lick her creamy pussy clean' again!

    I took my last pill yesterday morning, so they should start wearing off on Sunday - I HOPE! I CAN'T FUCKING WAIT!!!

    *****

    I was indeed Sunday evening before the effects of the medication eased. In the meantime, Angela had called Jason on Saturday morning to let him know that she would have 'guests' for a few days - making his visits awkward - and that she'd call him later in the week after they'd 'buggered off'. I couldn't help guffawing at her somewhat colorful expression.

    I spent the remainder of the weekend in a kind of groggy sexual anticipation, the events of the last month playing through my mind like potent erotic video. I often found myself daydreaming about watching Angela exchanging hot, deep kisses with her lover, or seeing Jason brazenly fondling my wife's tits, or listening to them as they fucked in the master bedroom.

    Angela sensed my pent-up arousal, and on Saturday evening she tried a novel way to increase it even further - she got me to sit beside her as she browsed the Internet and visited web sites featuring a cuckold theme. She was delighted when a link on a page discussing the symbolism of ankle bracelets led her to an online store offering kinky jewelry. She then browsed the ankle bracelet section and she promptly bought three of them - one of which had a silver emblem proclaiming HOT WIFE! in chunky little letters. She smilingly suggested that it would be an exquisite twist if I paid for them using my credit card - which I duly did.

    Sunday drifted sluggishly by. When we went to bed on Sunday night, Angela reached down and wrapped her soft, warm fingers around me. I uttered a low, grateful moan as I felt my cock slowly swelling as she stroked me to gradual firmness.

    I shook so badly as I attempted to guide my pliant cock into Angela that she had to reach down and steer my glans between her labia. I gently eased my semi-hard cock inside her, and I almost screamed as the smooth, velvety heat of her creamy cunt slowly enveloped me.

    My wife looked up at me and licked her pouty lips. "Mmmm, my poor little Cuckie!" she said in that smooth voice of hers. "A whole month without any nookie, hmm? You've been such a good boy, waiting as Jason's been taking your share of my sweet, hot, juicy pussy! C'mon, baby! Fuck me! Fill me up with all the cream that's been making your poor swollen balls ache! Let it out, lover! FUCK ME!"

    It took no more than fifteen seconds for me to cum. In fact, even before my orgasm actually started, I could feel thin trickles of pre-cum and semen sliding unctuously down my urethra and emptying into the humid depths of my wife's molten pussy. The sensation pushed me past the brink, and I arched my back and literally screamed as climax - sweet, heady climax! - sizzled through me like an electric current! Angela's smooth legs wrapped around my hips, locking me into her moist pussy, and the waves of ecstasy pulsing through me were almost painful. I moaned her name over and over and over...

    *****

    Over the next four days I made love to Angela eleven times. She was delighted at my horniness, and she quipped that if this was how I reacted to going a whole month without sex, then maybe we should try going even longer. I knew she was only kidding, but the remark served to intensify another lascivious thought that I'd been having - as you will soon see.

    As one would expect, the now-open relationship that Angela had with her young lover dominated a lot of our conversation. In our numerous dreamy post-coital talks, we candidly discussed the events of the past month or so.

    For my part, I told my wife that sitting there as she openly kissed and petted her lover was sizzling enough, but to subsequently hear her moaning as they fucked was the most erotic, carnal and mind-blowing experience of my entire life - especially when he took her in our marital bed! My wife eagerly probed the freshly exposed depths of my sexual psyche, and I was perhaps a little freer with information than I should have been - but she opened me up like an oyster ready to be devoured. I shamelessly poured forth all of my latest lascivious thoughts and fantasies. My wife listened intently, occasionally prompting me for clarification of a certain idea.

    For example, she had noted that when Jason had tacitly thanked me for letting him 'enjoy' her pussy last Friday, his remark had clearly aroused me. Angela had then gently explored the reasons why I had been so visibly excited by hearing Jason's frank statement, admitting that she had indeed urged him to do so.

    I tried my best to explain that hearing Jason openly verifying my own acquiescence and acceptance of him bedding my wife was what affected me so intensely. In essence, hearing him specifically and candidly state that he had been enjoying my wife's intimate charms simply drove the truth home - I'm fucking your wife! - with my explicit complaisance and even approval. For me, it was a wild mixture of envy, humiliation, lust, jealousy, and the pure intoxicating rush of very intense sexual tease.

    Angela nodded. She was well aware that I would never fall into the 'wimp husband' category, and she summed it up perfectly: "You get off on Jason letting you know that he can and has been taking my pussy."

    She then asked me how I would feel if Jason openly acknowledged that he knew the situation was arousing me, and how I'd react if he became even more daring and brazen - like him offhandedly mentioning to me how much my wife liked being taken from behind, or how she loved giving head. I pondered this for a while, and then softly and truthfully told her that for some weird reason it would be a mind-blowing turn on if he did.

    Another example was how she picked up a brief reference I had made about her lover staying overnight. She asked me if the notion of her spending the entire night with him appealed to me. I haltingly told her that it did - and how sizzling it would be if she announced to me one evening that Jason was staying the night - in our bed with her - and I had to listen from the bedroom next door as they had intercourse.

    There were numerous other slants and scenarios that we discussed, and I could see her sucking up this salacious new information like a sponge. I again felt like a horny teenager eagerly awaiting his first fuck.

    On her part, Angela frankly stated that she relished being able to bring my fantasy to a totally new level of reality, and she loved being able to also sexually tease me with my own fervent fantasies so openly - in fact she admitted that knowing I was hungrily watching whilst she and Jason kissed on the couch had often made her nearly cream her panties. She also admitted that Jason was extremely good in bed, and that she was also relishing the 'raw, hot sex' that she was having with him.

    Late on the following Thursday evening, Angela had been gently teasing me between ardent kisses, and my libido was in full flight - I was once again incredibly horny, and my wife knew it. She suggested going to bed early - a proposal I was only too pleased to act on. Just after we slid into bed, my wife softly asked when I wanted to start another round of the game. I'm sure that she slyly chose that moment to make her inquiry, knowing that I was already highly aroused.

    Of course, with my hardening cock doing most of the talking, I quietly told her that I would love to begin a fresh round of the game soon.

    My wife smiled that sexy smile of hers and slid her soft, warm fingers over my belly. She then started musing about further ways to make the game more interesting. She stated that we needed a means to signal the start of another game, and once again she suggested allowing Lady Luck to decide by using the deck of cards.

    Her idea went thus: After I had drawn the coveted pair of cards that would signal the end of the game, and the medication had worn off sufficiently to allow us to have intercourse, I should subsequently put my accumulated cards back into the deck, and pick a single fresh card before I was able to make love to her. This card would indicate how many times I could finally sample her delicious pussy before the game started again - for example, if I drew a six, then I could make love to her six times before I resumed taking the evil little pills and the game recommenced. If I drew a Jack, then I could have her eleven times, and so on. I'm sure you get the idea.

    There was, however, an additional kinky sting - Angela suggested that if I happened to draw an Ace, then I would not stop taking the pills, and the game would simply be reset and continue. I would have to try to get another pair from a fresh deck without me having the chance to fuck her or climax at all!

    A sudden teasing and almost humiliating thrill tingled through me as I imagined this situation - finally drawing the prized pair of cards after me impotently listening to Angela and her virile lover screwing for weeks, only to have to do it all over again if I drew an Ace.

    I wasn't able to restrain a shudder of excitement; a weirdly powerful masochistic urge fluttered through me - and I was stunned to realise that a very kinky part of me was actually hoping that I'd draw an Ace. I could feel myself surrendering to the warm, fuzzy glow of 'sub-space' as I thought of Angela making me to wait longer and longer to enjoy her gorgeous body - whilst at the same time she evilly and ardently gave it to her young lover. I realised I was panting like the animal I'd suddenly become. I replied in a trembling voice:

    "Just Aces?" I asked - and even to my own ears the question had a hint of tense and wishful craving to it.

    My wife glanced at me and her eyes sparkled, immediately picking up the subtle nuance in my inquiry. "Hmm..." she mused. "Why don't we make it even more interesting by including Kings as well, eh?" Angela tilted her head sideward and grinned at me. "So if you draw either of those two - a King or an Ace - and the game gets reset, and keeps going, okay? You put all the cards you've drawn back in the deck, and we start all over again, and you don't get to cum or fuck me at all."

    My stomach fluttered with almost perverted delight. I did a quick mental calculation: I had about a six-and-a-half to one chance of having to restart the game without climaxing and being unable to have sex with my wife if we used these new rules! A rippling pang of lascivious submissiveness welled through me like a shot of morphine.

    Her warm fingertips glided softly to my right hip, and Angela looked at me again with her sexy green eyes and her smile curled into a leer; I realised that she was fully aware what this was doing to me, and she decided to push it even further: "Or I could be really bitchy, and include Queens as well, hmm?" she suggested playfully. "And maybe even Jacks, too... Mmm, yeah! - Queens Jacks as well, Cuckie."

    "Jesus!" I replied breathlessly. "All four cards? Aces, Kings, Queens and Jacks?"

    "Mmm-hmmm." Angela softly confirmed, her blonde tresses waving as she nodded.

    I couldn't withhold a soft moan; the six-and-a-half to one odds would obviously plummet to just over three-to-one using all four high cards. Another poignant quiver of almost pure lust danced through me.

    "And if I picked any of those four cards, you'd make me play the game all over again, right from the start?" I asked tightly. I felt my heart flutter.

    Angela kissed me briefly and smiled. "You fucking bet I would."

    "Jesus Christ!" I gasped.

    "Mmmm! Is that idea making you hot, my little Cuckie?"

    "YES!"

    Angela's nimble fingers danced over my hips and down to my thighs. I squirmed in bed beside her, my cock throbbing its excitement.

    "Just imagine," my sexy wife began softly. "We start another game - you taking your medicine for another three or four weeks, keeping your poor little pecker all soft and useless. Meanwhile I'm still putting out for Jason every few days, practically right in front of you, hmm? Now just imagine finally picking the precious pair, and then - before you even have the chance to fuck me - you pick, let's say, a Queen, meaning that it will be another three or four weeks before you can fuck me, or cum again! You'll have to listen to Jason giving it to me - night after night - all over again!" My wife's eyes glittered, and she uttered her soft, sensual giggle. My cock seemingly relished this talk about itself being not only prohibited from enjoying the warm, moist confines of Angela's juicy cunt, but also being kept flaccid for a period that could possibly extend to months instead of weeks! My pliant shaft pulsed and throbbed as if it was doing a victory dance.

    I swallowed. The evil buzz trilled inside me like a raucous alarm. Another lascivious thought floated through my mind. "Would you tell Jason that I wasn't fucking you?" I inquired in a voice as tight as a drum.

    "Hmm..." my wife softly mused. "Now there's an idea! As I've told you - he knows nothing about the wicked little game we play - but it might be kinda kinky to let him know that I've cut you off for a few weeks, hmm? I'm sure he'd get a huge kick knowing that I'm saving my pussy just for him!" Her fingertips slid back up my thigh, and my cock throbbed once more in almost pleading anticipation. "Would you enjoy Jason knowing that in not giving you any, my little Cuckie? - that he's gonna be the only one having me for a month or two?"

    "Fuck, yes!" I moaned, and immediately blurted: "Would you tell him in front of me?"

    My wife leered. "Possibly." She glanced at me again with those mesmerizing green eyes before correcting herself. "Probably - and, of course, I could be a very evil little bitch, and openly start teasing you about it as Jason's sat there, listening to every word..."

    I uttered a shaking groan as I mentally pictured her doing what she said - seeing her sexy lips curled into a leer as she taunted me about not being able to fuck her in front of her lover.

    "Of course," Angela smoothly added. "If I wanted to be extremely bitchy, I'd secretly ask Jason to tease you about it too. Imagine him saying something like: 'Hey, Angie tells me that she ain't lettin' you have any pussy! No problem - I'll make sure I keep it filled and happy for ya!'"

    "Oh my fucking GOD!" I breathed. The notion of Jason not only knowing I was 'cut off', but also openly aiding and abetting my wife in teasing me about it sent fluttering waves of perverse delight and anticipation into my loins!

    Angela giggled softly. "So many evil, kinky thoughts, lover!" she drawled. "In fact," she added. "You've given me a whole heap of new ideas over the last few days. And some of them I will carry out - trust me!"

    I uttered another soft moan, and squeaked: "Which ideas?"

    Angela's fingers danced up my thigh and began tickling my pubic hair. "You'll have to wait and find out!" she teased. "But I will give you one hint - you'd better make sure the bed in the room next to ours has fresh sheets on it - because one of us will probably wind up sleeping in there a few times in the coming weeks - and it won't be me!"

    "OH, JESUS!" I softly yelped.

    Angela pressed her beautiful face towards mine and briefly kissed me again. Her knuckles brushed my cock. "So, lover? Wanna play the new version of the game?"

    "Fuck, yes! YES!" I pantingly replied.

    Angela smiled softly and gave her head a soft, wondering shake, as though amazed at how far my little kink enabled her to effortlessly extend my boundaries.

    "Okay, my little Cuckie!", she drawled. "We'll play it that way. We'll begin a whole new game with the new additional rules - if you draw a King, a Queen, a Jack or an Ace at the end of it, then you'll have to go through it all over again, right from the start."

    "JESUS!" I rasped. "Starting when?"

    Angela's teasing fingers finally trickled downward and curled with hot finality around my twitching, pliable cock. "In a few minutes," she whispered hotly in my ear. Her moist tongue danced over my lips as she gave my cock a firm squeeze "Right after you fuck me with this soft, floppy little thing."

    Fuck her I did, but once again my sexual stamina was measured in mere seconds as I imagined drawing a high card. In my mind's eye, I saw Angela giggling at my ill fortune, teasingly telling me that I could forget about fucking her for another month or so. Jason sat close by, chuckling and adding that he'd make sure my wife's hungry pussy got plenty of his long, thick cock. I imagined Angela tittering at his comment, and playfully telling her lover that he'd better give her plenty of it - seeing how it was going to be the only cock she'd be letting into her pussy for the foreseeable future!

    I exploded with my wife's imaginary giggle dancing through my mind!

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  14. davey

    davey New Member

    Chapter 13
    A slave to my passions I must certainly have been, because after our brief coupling on Thursday night Angela and I duly started what promised to be another hot and kinky round of our little game - this time with the titillating new rules. It was a definite possibility that these new rules could see me forbidden (and also completely unable) to have sex with my beautiful wife for many weeks - or even months - on end. On more than one occasion I sat ruefully pondering how I had allowed myself to be talked into playing such a wickedly devious game.

    The answer was, of course, quite simple: I was getting off on it. Knowing that I would once again have little choice but to sit passively and impotently by as Jason continued to enjoy my wife's intimate charms gave me a spine-tingling, tummy-fluttering rush like none I had ever known before. The effect was intoxicating, and I had discovered that I was eagerly looking forward to larger and stronger doses - and Angela seemed not only willing but also keen to provide them. She made it very clear that she intended to take full advantage of the new lascivious game rules, and she brazenly declared that in the weeks ahead she intended to thoroughly 'cuck' me - and in ways that would stretch the boundaries of my most lurid fantasies.

    Well - 'cuck' me she certainly did, and she not only stretched my boundaries - she smashed them, as you will see.

    But before I begin describing Angela's highly successful efforts to cuckold me over the next few months, I should outline in greater detail what was perhaps a natural progression in our evolving relationship - how Angela began to really emphasise her sexual dominance over me.

    I had previously read that many couples combined the act of cuckolding with varying degrees of female domination, using one to augment and enhance the other - to the pleasure of both partners. In my own case this was certainly true; I found that Angela openly cuckolding me whilst I remained totally denied simply led to more intense thoughts and fantasies about her dominating me - sexually and otherwise. My disposition towards her became increasingly more meek and subservient. Angela was, of course, already well aware that her dominant side excited me, and I'm certain that she noted the growing tractability in my demeanor. Perhaps with this in mind she began to use less subtle ways to express her blossoming sexual assertiveness.

    For example, she had taken the pills into her custody, and each night when we retired to bed she made sure that there was a glass of water and one of the evil little pills awaiting me on our bedside dresser. She would then watch as I swallowed it, a soft smile drifting across her face. I don't think that Angela was concerned about me breaking the rules of the game by dodging the medication; it was more a case of Angela emphasizing her authority over me by ostensibly supervising when and how I took the dosage.

    Her considerable appetite for cunnilingus also grew even more voracious; my lips and tongue were pressed into service at least once daily - and at any hour of her choosing. For instance, if Angela awoke before our alarm clock went off, she would sometimes caress and tickle my flaccid cock until I also awoke - and she would then simply part her thighs and firmly guide my head downwards under the blankets. I would then spend the next ten minutes or so groggily licking my wife to an early morning climax.

    She also became fond of voicing sly hints and innuendo which served to underscore my chaste and impotent state whilst simultaneously emphasizing the fact that her 'married' pussy was receiving generous and regular helpings of Jason's large cock. For instance, she once cupped my flaccid penis in her hand, and declared that the game had turned 'Three-four' into 'Zero-four' - a sardonic reference to the fact that now I could not even become three-quarters erect. She had followed this observation with a quick giggle, and stated that later that week she would be meeting someone who was a guaranteed 'Four-four'.

    "In fact," she added. "He's definitely bigger than Four-four - more like Eight-eight, wouldn't you say, my little Cuckie?"

    I was somewhat stunned to find that I was relishing both her flourishing sexual assertiveness and her wicked taunts and jibes. Perhaps for me it was some weird form of vicarious and masochistic justification and rationalisation for me not only allowing but also encouraging my wife to have sexual relations with another man. It was a strange paradoxical symbiosis; the more Angela cuckolded me, the more I wanted her to dominate me. The more she dominated me, the more I wanted her to cuckold me - and so the kinky little spiral continued. The end result was that as the weeks passed I discovered that I was descending further and further into the murky, carnal world of 'sub space' - and relishing every second of it.

    On her part, Angela seemed to be delighted with this new development, and I could also sense that she was thoroughly enjoying the power shift. This became perfectly apparent when one evening we had a frank discussion about this subject. We had both had more than a few drinks, and the booze had certainly made us both a little more candid with eachother than we would otherwise have been.

    Angela once more reiterated that being able to sexually tease and dominate me made her 'tingle', and that she was beginning to thoroughly enjoy the new authority she had over me. She admitted that although she had once professed that she could never become a fully-fledged 'Domme', she was beginning to surrender to the wickedly erotic appeal of being in total sexual control. She stated that she relished being able to glance at me and simply say eat me, and know that I would fervently do so for as long as she wanted - and to have me do it so eagerly and subserviently had awakened a deep and primordial craving in her sexual psyche.

    As I listened to Angela confirming that she was excited by her new sense of sexual authority, I realised that my own arousal at her words was causing me to tremble slightly, and I could feel that familiar carnal buzz begin to trill through me. I asked whether me passively sitting by as she 'cucked' me was adding to her new feelings in this regard.

    "Definitely," she quietly replied. "I do get a very deliciously perverse kick from openly kissing Jason in front of you, and letting him fondle my tits as you helplessly watch." She paused for a few seconds, tilting her head in thought. "And then to know that I'm perfectly free to take him into our bed, knowing that you'll obediently sit out here and wait as he fucks me? Then yes - that gives me a very powerful and very kinky thrill too, and it does bring out my wickedly bitchy and dominating side."

    Hearing her highlight her own excitement at my 'obedience' instantly intensified the buzz inside me. I took a deep, shaking breath and asked: "Bring it out in what ways?"

    My wife's sly grin slowly crept over her face. "Let's just say that I've had some very evil thoughts - like me making you chauffeur Jason and I around one night as he and I play in the back seat. Or the three of us going out to a restaurant - making you pay for our meals, of course - and making sure you knew that I was constantly fondling his cock through his trousers under the table. Or I've fantasized about Jason and I kissing on the couch, and me pausing to tell you to go and prepare our bedroom for me and my lover - having you turn the lamps on and get the bed ready for us, and make sure that we have drinks waiting on the bedside dresser." My wife flashed me what was almost a guilty smile. "So many wickedly kinky and evil thoughts, my little lover!"

    Hearing these disclosures simply aroused me even further. With the booze flowing breezily through my veins, I threw caution to the wind. I softly told her that I too had been having some rather extreme thoughts about her dominating me even further, adding that the game we were playing - and my subsequent drug induced impotency - simply augmented the kinky eroticism of the whole situation. Angela's interest was immediately engaged, and she quizzed me regarding these lascivious and kinky thoughts. With my tongue loosened by alcohol, I told her everything, sparing no detail.

    I told her about the poignant masochistic waves that enveloped me whenever I watched she and Jason kissing, or listened to them having intercourse in our bed. I told her that I loved it when she demanded that I lick her creamy pussy - a pussy that I was currently both forbidden and unable to fuck. I told her just how aroused I became when she derided and teased me about my flaccid cock, and how I was incapable of penetrating her. I told her how I yearned to be compelled, and even forced, to serve her, and please her and worship her - in fact, to become her sexual slave. By the time I have finished, I was in fact startled by my own brazen admissions. I could feel my face burning, and I held my breath as I waited for my wife's reaction.

    Angela simply sent me a tipsy smile. "Whoa! I knew that me being a little assertive makes you horny - but I wasn't aware that me being that assertive had such a strong effect on you! Very interesting!" She flashed me a quizzical glance. "This wicked little game is really bringing out that side of you, isn't it?"

    I slowly nodded, inwardly heaving a soft sigh of relief.

    My wife continued. "I can certainly understand why; I know that a lot of men who enjoy being cuckolded also enjoy becoming submissive to their partners - so your reaction isn't unusual." She paused for a few seconds. "Is that mainly what's making you feel this way, lover? That Jason is perfectly able to fuck me whilst you can't?"

    "That's certainly a big part of it," I admitted.

    Angela smiled softly and nodded. "Well, as I said before, being assertive with you is also a turn on for me. I have no idea why, but I love being able to control you. In fact, thinking about you becoming my 'little slave', as you put it, is making me kinda hot - so maybe I should start being a little bossier, hmm? Take our kinky little game a little further, maybe?"

    "I think you should," I replied huskily, feeling my mouth go dry.

    My wife leaned back in her chair and crossed her sexy legs. "And if I did this a little further, you do realise that I'd be quite a demanding little bitch, don't you? I'd take it as far as I could, my little one."

    "I know you would," I found myself replying. "In fact, I want you to..."

    Angela's eyes flashed at me again. "If we do take this further, you wouldn't have a choice." She sipped her drink and sent me another appraising glance. "So what if on some nights I wanted you to be my total little slave, huh? Would you serve me, and please me, and obey me, and do exactly what I told you?"

    I gulped softly. "Yes - I would." My flaccid cock gave a tremulous twitch - whether in jubilation or apprehension at my wife's question I couldn't tell.

    My wife seemed to sense my rapidly rising excitement, and she added: "And you know that I would use physical force to get you to do what I told you if necessary?"

    I simply nodded, but her words sent another deliciously carnal ripple through me.

    Angela's voice took on a silky and playful tone. "Would you lick my juicy, wet pussy for hours? Would you kneel in front of me - and worship my cunt? Would you obey me, and please me for as long as I told you to?"

    "Jesus, Yes! I would!" I almost gasped.

    "I see," Angela replied. She licked her soft red lips. "And I guess if you didn't obey me, then I could find ways to make you obey me, couldn't I? I might have to make use those nasty wrist and ankle cuffs a little more - exactly like you just told me, hmm? I'm sure I could make you do anything I wanted you to..."

    "I'm sure you would," I said somewhat weakly, feeling that familiar impish little buzz begin to dance through me with even more vigor.

    "Oh, that I will, little one," Angela replied. "In fact, I already have a few kinky little ideas..." She uttered what could only be described as a devious chuckle. "And I'll have to do a little more research on the 'Net, maybe - get some ideas on how to really make you my little slave..."

    And sure enough, from that point on Angela's dominant side really began to flourish. Don't get me wrong; her intensified assertiveness wasn't a 24/7 thing - Angela asserted herself only when the mood came upon her. But as the weeks passed, my sexy wife began to experiment with this new and very kinky side of our relationship with increasing frequency and zest. It was still role-play - but it was now serious role-play.

    For example, one night she airily suggested that I completely shave the area around my genitals. Her tone left no doubt that this was in fact a demand and not a request. I duly did as she had instructed, and Angela's eyes sparkled impishly as she inspected my freshly shaven cock and balls; she uttered a soft giggle and stated that although my balls seemed quite large and 'normal', my bald cock now resembled that of a 'little boy'.

    Her playful jibe simply added to my excitement, and my wife took note. Henceforth on many nights when her lover was not visiting, Angela would often tell me to strip naked and then cuff my wrists behind me and have me spend the next hour or so orally pleasing her, gradually building her to a powerful climax. As I did so, she would sometimes gaze down at my limp, hairless cock and full, swollen balls and make a derisive comment, such as smilingly announcing that my bald and flaccid manhood looked so dainty and cute, and she would utter that soft, sexy giggle that drove me virtually insane.

    As she had stated, Angela also began visiting femdom web sites and forums on the Internet. One evening she called me to her side as she sat at the PC. She showed me a series of onscreen pictures portraying a Domme and her male sub engaged in some mild BDSM play. My wife was particularly intrigued by the method the Domme used to 'control' her sub; a solid stainless steel cockring had been fitted snugly behind the sub's cock and balls, and in two of the photographs the Domme was seen attaching the snap-hook of a leather leash around the cockring. Subsequent images showed the kneeling male being compelled to orally serve his Mistress as she kept a tight reign on the leash, often pulling his genitals taut in an effort to ensure his total obedience.

    Angela announced that she found this form of control to be particularly appropriate and wickedly erotic, since it represented total feminine control of the very core of a man's masculinity and sexuality - his cock and balls. Looking at the completely subservient male in the images, I had to agree. My wife flashed me a teasing smile and softly mused that perhaps she should consider employing a similar method to control me. I had, of course, already begun to imagine serving Angela in a likewise fashion, and I discovered that the idea sent tendrils of fluttering excitement through my stomach - and my eager and rapt expression was duly noted by my perceptive wife.

    Sure enough, a couple of nights later Angela suggested that I remain in my dressing gown after my evening shower, stating that she had a 'surprise' for me. As I showered, I anxiously wondered what the 'surprise' might be. When I returned to the lounge room, clad in just my dressing gown as Angela had asked, I saw that she was sat on the couch. She glanced up at me and drew my attention to several items resting on the coffee table: the leather wrist cuffs, a thin leather dog leash, and three stainless steel rings of different diameters. My wife crossed her legs, smiled demurely, and announced that she wanted to emulate what we had seen in the pictures two evenings earlier. She added that she had previously researched how the steel rings were fitted; a fair portion of the scrotal sac was first drawn through the ring, and then one testicle was gently eased inside. The process was repeated for the second testicle, and finally the penis was slowly pulled through the steel loop, thus ensconcing the metal ring snugly behind the testicles at the base of the penis.

    Angela tilted her head, and instructed me to test each of the rings for fit and comfort. With my heart now hammering, I opened the front of my dressing gown and sat down beside her on the couch and, with some trepidation, I followed her instructions. I found that the rings were easier to fit than I had expected, and I tried all three different sizes, one after the other, as Angela smilingly watched on. I found that the 40-millimeter ring was loose enough to be comfortable, but still provided a very snug fit around the base of my cock and balls. After some experimentation I quickly realised that it would be impossible for the ring to come off without carefully reversing the process of fitting it, since all three appendages could not squeeze back through the 40-millimeter ring all at the same time. Angela told me to leave this particular ring on.

    My wife then leaned forward and seized the thin leather leash. She then carefully fitted the leash's snap-hook to the steel ring encircling my genitals. She gave the leash a gentle tug, and softly told me to stand up, remove my dressing gown, and face away from her with my hands behind my back so that she could cuff my wrists. With my pulse now rushing in my ears I did as she requested. Angela quickly fitted the cuffs, and then fastened them together with a thick double-ended metal clasp. I instinctively tested the bonds, and I felt my balls contract as I finally realised just how vulnerable I now was. The thought simply excited me even further.

    My wife told me to turn to face her again. As usual, she seemed to read my mind; sliding the loop of the leash around her slender wrist, she softly pointed out that with my hands securely bound behind me and with my cock and balls literally under her control, she could now force me to do whatever she wanted - that I was at this moment her complete 'little slave', just as I had fantasized. She emphasized her statement by giving the leash another gentle but firm tug. Feeling the unyielding metal band around the base of my cock and balls being resolutely pulled towards her, I realised that she was totally correct. I had never felt so helpless and vulnerable - but the feeling of delicious sexual submissiveness tinged with a slight rush of fear slithered through me like a drug.

    My wife seated herself more comfortably on the couch and instructed me to kneel on the floor beside her. As I did so, she raised her smooth legs and rested her bare feet on the coffee table. She sent me a soft, sly grin and looped the leash around her wrist several times to take up slack.

    "Now, my little slave," Angela began. "You can start by sucking my toes. Come on - I want to feel your tongue sliding between each and every one. Lick them clean. And you'd better do a good job... or else," - here she gave the leash a harder yank; my balls were once more pulled sharply towards her. "You'll have a pair of very sore nuts. Now - get licking!"

    In my vulnerable position, her threats were more than enough to induce me to do her bidding. I spent a considerable part of that evening on my knees, my hands remaining cuffed behind my back, and my lips and tongue preening and caressing various parts of my wife's body. In due course she arose and removed her skirt and panties, and then sank back onto the couch. She smiled down at me and hoisted her long legs high and wide, and softly commanded me to begin gently licking her pussy and asshole. She kept a constant tension on the leash, and I discovered that Angela had no hesitation in giving the leash a sharp tug if she felt that my oral efforts were flagging. Although this was never enough to cause me any real pain, I was well aware that it could if my wife so chose - all she had to do was really yank the leash. An incredible rush of tingling eroticism poured through me as I realised that for all intents and purposes I was now Angela's 'little slave' - and that she literally had me by the balls. Several times I glanced up to see that Angela's pretty face was flushed with arousal, and I realised that my total submissiveness and enforced servitude was exciting her just as much as my oral ministrations.

    In fact, at one point I was gently licking her labia when she slid her fingers through my hair and tilted my head up to face her. She gave her leash another firm yank and gazed down at me and huskily told me: "You love this, don't you? You love being made to worship me, hmmm? Me making you eat my warm juicy pussy - the pussy that I'm freely giving to Jason, but not letting you have! How does it feel to know that if you don't please me and obey me, then I simply have to pull those poor, neglected, swollen balls of yours harder and harder until you do as I say! You wanted to be my slave? Then be my slave you certainly will!"

    She emitted a soft, sensual giggle and her glazed eyes stared down into mine. "Maybe next time I'll take you down to the gym and make you kneel down as I tie the leash to the treadmill, with your hands cuffed behind your back again. You won't be able to move or do anything except kneel there and watch me work out - naked, of course - watching me work up a good, hard sweat. And then? I'll take the leash into my hand and make you lick every drop of sweat from my body, hmm? - from every nook and cranny. I'll stand there as you kneel in front of me, using this nasty leash to make sure you lick me totally clean!" She uttered another chuckle. "Ahh, my little Cuckie - you shouldn't have told me that you wanna be my little slave - 'cause I'll have you doing things you never dreamed of! I'll make you my little slave, all right - my little impotent, cuckold, cunt-slave! Now - continue licking me, slowly until I tell you to stop!"

    On my part, I was stunned at how much I was relishing the physical control that my wife was exerting over me - that submitting to her will and being forced to sexually gratify her was an intoxicating mix of submission, eroticism and fear of physical punishment unless I did as she demanded.

    And, of course, I did do as she demanded. From an observer's point of view, it must have been a startlingly erotic sight: Angela naked from the waist down, leaning back on the couch, her right hand firmly clenching the leash attached to my steel cockring, and her long, shapely legs widely parted. And me completely naked on my knees, my hands cuffed behind my back, and my face pressed firmly to the apex of her thighs, ardently licking and sucking her moist pussy. She eventually had several shuddering orgasms that left my face coated in her delicious juices.

    It was, in fact, almost midnight when Angela finally removed the leash from my cockring and uncuffed my wrists. My wife leaned back on the couch, thoroughly sated and satisfied. She languidly inquired if I had enjoyed being her 'slave', and how it felt to be 'forced' to please and serve her. I was still buzzing, and my answers eagerly gushed forth.

    I then asked a tentative question of my own: "If I hadn't done what you told me to do, would you really have made me do it?"

    Angela's green eyes sparkled. "Do you mean would I have yanked the leash very hard? Making your poor balls really ache unless you did what I told you?"

    "Yes," I said softly.

    My wife smiled and leaned forward until her beautiful face was a few inches from mine. She gave me a deep, slow, spine-tingling kiss, and then pulled slightly back to look deep into my eyes and replied: "Absolutely."

    My intake of breath was audible. Angela leaned back on the couch and continued: "If you're going to be my slave, then you will do what I ask. How much force I have to apply in order to get you to do it is entirely up to you, my little Cuckie - but when you're my slave you will do as I tell you."

    I suddenly wondered if I had opened Pandora's box. If so, then it was a box that I was eager to jump in to.

    Angela idly mused that perhaps I should wear the ring permanently, stating that the metal band encircling my cock and balls would be a constant reminder that I could be required to serve and please her whenever she chose. She also added that since I had been rendered completely impotent by the drug, I would not be vulnerable to any painful nocturnal or involuntary erections making my cock swell inside the metal band. Her tone again left no doubt that this was a demand and not a request. So from that moment on I wore the metal cockring 24/7. There was some minor chaffing and irritation at first, but a few drops of baby oil eased any discomfort, and within two weeks I didn't even need that - most of the time I forgot that a solid metal ring was tightly encircling my manhood.

    Angela also informed me that the rings originally came in packets of four. As a kinky little twist, my wife used my engraving tool to inscribe words on the outer rims of all four of the 40-millimeter rings. In Angela's flowing script, the rings read: 'Property of Angela', 'Angela's Slave', 'Angela's Cuckold', and - perhaps most wicked of all - 'Angie's Little Pindick'. The ring that bore the relatively tame words 'Property of Angela' was the one that I usually wore during the day - but Angela would often insist that I change this for one of the rings bearing a more risqu‚ phrase whenever she was in 'Mistress' mode, as she'd begun calling it. She always made sure that the steel ring was positioned with the words facing upwards so that she could read them.

    Angela picked up yet another lascivious idea from the Internet. One evening she called me over to the PC and played a short movie that she had downloaded. The video depicted yet another scene involving a Domme and a naked male submissive. The male sub was lying on his back atop a long, low coffee table, and both his hands and feet were firmly bound with rope to the four sturdy wooden legs of the table. His head and upper shoulders, however, were resting on the cushion of an armchair that abutted the end of coffee table. The Domme - naked except for a pair of long black boots - was perched above him with her widely parted thighs resting on each of the leather arms of the armchair, her genitals hovering directly over the sub's upturned face. The Domme languidly lowered her nether regions onto the sub's awaiting mouth and imperiously instructed him to eat her. In his bound state, the sub had absolutely no choice but to comply; he licked and slurped and sucked her cunt with feverish enthusiasm.

    Watching the video I could feel myself becoming very aroused. The situation in the movie emphasized the totally female dominant position; the Domme was able to lean comfortably back in the armchair and fully abandon herself to the oral ministrations of the immobilised male underneath her. The wide leather arms of the chair cradled most of her weight, and her outstretched thighs ensured that her nether regions were completely exposed and accessible to his deftly probing tongue. His cock stood up like a flagpole, and if his oral efforts failed to please his Mistress then she casually leaned forward and gave his erect shaft a few sharp slaps, which instantly caused the sub to perform with greater zest. At the conclusion of the short film the Domme ordered the sub to tongue-fuck her asshole as she reached down to caress her clitoris. A few moments later the Domme sharply exhorted the sub to keep licking! - and she quickly and loudly climaxed. The film actually showed her juices freely pouring from the base of her throbbing slit and coating the sub's chin. I found that I was panting softly as I watched.

    Angela announced that she found the scene to be incredibly hot. She too had noted that the Domme was not only in complete control, but was able to lean pleasantly back and enjoy the sub's oral ministrations in total comfort. My wife glanced sideways at me, and informed me that our own sturdy coffee table and one of the armchairs could easily be used as a platform for a similar game...

    Fifteen minutes later I discovered myself in exactly the same position as the hapless sub in the video we had just watched, lying face up and naked on our coffee table, my wrists and ankles firmly bound to its wooden legs, and my head and upper shoulders resting on the cushion of one of our armchairs. Angela attached her leather leash to my cockring, and then removed her skirt and panties. She deftly straddled the armchair and seated herself over me, using the wide arms of the chair as a pedestal for her shapely thighs. She then proceeded to duplicate the events in the lascivious video, lowering her pussy onto my face and instructing me to lick and preen her nether regions as she leaned back in the armchair, making good use of her thin leather leash to ensure that I complied with her wishes.

    She also became quite vocally assertive, telling me things like: "How do you like being tied up and forced to lick my cunt - a cunt that you're not allowed to fuck anymore, my little Cuckie? Does your lil' dickie miss my warm, creamy pussy, hmm? Nevermind - you just use your tongue to keep it happy until Jason fills it up on his next visit, okay?"

    Or "Lick my asshole slowly like I told you - or do you want me to really give your swollen nuts a good fucking yank?"

    Or "Did I tell you to take your tongue out of my cunt? Get it back in there - now! - or I'll pull your fucking balls so hard you'll think I've ripped them off!"

    I was relatively sure that Angela wouldn't carry out her threats - but taking into account her previous statement that she would use the leash as sternly as necessary to enforce her will, I can assure you that in my bound and vulnerable position, and with my cock and balls in a figurative and literal noose, I quickly responded to my wife's lascivious demands. Angela again seemed to relish this new method of oral pleasure, and her excitement grew rapidly. At one point she pantingly stated that she loved having me tied up like this, making me worship her cunt, and being forced to please her over and over again. In fact, she duplicated the culminating scene in the video we had just witnessed, instructing me to tongue-fuck her asshole as she caressed and stroked herself to a very powerful climax. As she trembled in afterglow above my drenched, upturned face, she told me to slowly lick her sodden cunt and asshole clean of her succulent juices.

    Episodes like the above became regular occurrences, and Angela's lascivious imagination seemed to work overtime finding new methods and positions in which I could be compelled to serve and gratify her. She discovered that the kitchen table made another ideal platform for my enforced oral ministrations; I would be seated on the floor with my legs lying straight out in front of me in a 'V' shape under the table. Angela would then tie my ankle cuffs firmly to the far pair of table legs, whilst my arms would encircle the near two table legs so that the crook of my elbows were pressed snugly against the smooth wood. My wrist cuffs would be shackled together with a bridge of rope. In this position, with my arms forcibly clasping the two sturdy table legs, my chin hovered just over the rim of the table, and I was completely unable to move backward. Angela would then take the leash into her hand and seat herself on the tabletop, and slowly ease her hips forward, firmly forcing my face into her humid crotch. I would then be commanded to tongue her moist pussy.

    She particularly loved having me bound to the kitchen table in this manner, since it also allowed her to stand over me and straddle my face, facing whichever direction she chose. With my arms securely encircling the table legs, all Angela needed to do was lower herself slightly and ease her weight against me. She was particularly fond of standing with her back to me, and then leaning down to rest her torso on the table. She could then slide her naked rump backwards, forcing her rear hard against my face and commanding me to rim and tongue-fuck her asshole. Whatever position she chose, the thin leash was never out of her hand, and if she deemed that my efforts were not up to par, she would quickly remind me who was in control by giving the leash a sharp yank.

    I was compelled to become her 'little slave' two or sometimes three evenings a week. Although I have stated that we didn't play these games (if indeed games they were) on a full-time basis, there were definite echoes of Angela's sexual assertiveness that lingered long after such sessions were over. She was now fully aware how aroused I became whenever she teased and taunted me about how my chaste and impotent status was in stark contrast to that of her virile and potent lover. Jason continued to visit at least once weekly, and Angela had no hesitation in using increasingly overt means to highlight the fact that her lover was receiving all of her sexual favors.

    For example, she would make a point of ensuring that I saw her remove her bra just before Jason's visits, telling me that Jason was definitely a 'tit man', and that he had mentioned how much he relished seeing her pert nipples clearly outlined under her top. She also began to instruct me to shave her legs and trim her pussy so that she'd be so soft and smooth for her lover. The ankle bracelets that she'd ordered online - and at my expense - had duly arrived, and she'd immediately began wearing them full time. Whilst at work or in company, she wore a simple plain one - but when she was at home she often changed this for the one the announced Hot Wife! In fact, she made a point of displaying it to Jason at the first opportunity, and he simply smiled and softly remarked that he could certainly endorse the lascivious slogan.

    I should point out here that my wife never became blatantly dominant towards me whilst in Jason's company. Whenever he visited, the dominant side of her personality retreated. I found this puzzling, and I once quizzed her about it. She replied that as far as Jason was concerned, the two aspects of our relationship were totally separate, and that she felt no need to involve Jason - for which I was somewhat thankful. She did, however, state that she had indeed informed Jason that I was in effect 'cut off' from having sex with her, and that Jason had naturally worked out that if I was complacently accepting this, then I was obviously more than a little submissive towards her. To hear this added another wicked and bizarre twist to the whole situation.

    Jason himself was by now totally at ease with the bizarre menage-a-trois. He had become completely relaxed in my company, and he would engage me in conversation just as often as he would Angela. I sensed, however, that Jason seemed to derive considerable satisfaction from the fact that he was now the sole beneficiary of my wife's sexual favors. I could understand this, since if I had been in his position I would possibly feel the same.

    Don't get me wrong - Jason never came across as being arrogant or conceited, and in fact quite to the contrary. He was a confident, friendly and likeable young man who possessed an infectious sense of humor - but he was smugly aware that he had virtually limitless access to Angela's intimate charms, and it was obvious that he was quietly enjoying the sexual one-upmanship.

    For example, if I answered one of his telephone calls, he would greet me affably, and then ask if he could speak to my 'sexy little wife'. Or, when he was visiting, he would often sit beside Angela and casually slide his arm around her waist, and then progressively lift the palm of his hand until at last it gently cupped her breast under her shirt or blouse. The latent message was clear: I remained the man of the house - except in the bedroom, where Jason had no qualms about asserting his resounding authority.

    So - having outlined the evolving sexual dynamic between Angela and myself, I will now describe what occurred as our kinky and deviant game progressed. I will again simply display excerpts from my 'Depraved Diary' to chronicle the events that followed, starting from the beginning of the next round of our game.


    *****

    Sunday July 31st: Started another game last Thursday night. 'A' called 'J' on Friday, and arranged for him to visit last night (Saturday). 'J' picked 'A' up and they went out for dinner, getting back at just before ten p.m.

    In what was almost a well-rehearsed ritual, 'A' dimmed the lights in the lounge room and I watched the pair on the couch again. They now openly displayed their affection and desire for eachother, and my poor, soft little cock tingled as I watched them kissing and petting. 'A' was once more bra-less, and she actually winked at me when 'J' slid his hand under her shirt and began fondling and caressing with her tits. She must have been feeling very evil, because over the course of the next ten minutes or so she slyly and surreptitiously undid each button on her shirt, from top to bottom. In the dim light I swallowed heavily as I watched the front of her shirt eventually billow open, exposing her tits completely. 'A' then guided 'J's' lips to her erect nipples. From this point on they took no notice of me sitting opposite in the darkness.

    After a few minutes of 'J' nibbling and sucking 'A's' tits, I heard 'A' whisper to him: "Take me to bed."

    They promptly rose from the couch and retired to the master bedroom, and within minutes I was again listening to 'A's' muffled moans and gasps of pleasure as 'J' took full advantage of 'A's' warm, receptive pussy!

    After 'J' left I picked my first card, and got the Six of Hearts, and then licked 'A's' sopping cunt and asshole for almost an hour.

    *****

    Saturday August 6th: 'J' wasn't able to make it here through the week, but came here last night (Friday). Took 'A' out to dinner again and then to a movie. They returned at about ten forty-five p.m.

    'A' and 'J' fucked in our bedroom again as I sat watching TV with the sound turned down. About an hour later 'A' came out dressed in her black kimono. She retrieved two cans of beer from the fridge and quietly asked me if I was 'enjoying the show' - and it was obvious she wasn't referring to the television. I pantingly told her I was, and she just giggled. She then handed me one of the evil little pills and told me to swallow it - which I duly did. I was puzzled why 'A' was making me take the pill now, rather than when we retired to bed, as usual. She smiled and offhandedly told me that the reason was simple; tonight I was sleeping in the spare bedroom - she had invited 'J' to spend the entire night with her, and he had agreed to do so!

    'A' then blew me a kiss and bade me goodnight and returned to our bedroom, closing the door behind her with a soft thud of finality.

    After a few minutes I went to bed in spare room, undressed, and climbed into the single bed. I trembled as I listened to the muffled buzz of their chatter in the next room for about fifteen minutes, and then I heard the bed begin to rhythmically creak - 'A' and 'J' going at it again!!! I tried wanking, but my cock refused to rise, and in frustration I was forced to simply listen to my wife's ardent gasps and moans of pleasure, underscored by 'J's' occasional hoarse grunts of enjoyment. I drifted off to sleep after their moans finally subsided twenty minutes later.

    I arose early this morning and waited in trepidation for 'A' and 'J' to arise. At about eight-forty a.m. I suddenly heard our bed creaking again, followed quickly by 'A's' muffled exhortations. They were fucking for the third time in less than twelve hours! 'A' and 'J' then arose and showered together.

    THIS IS SO FUCKING HOT! This feeling I have, hearing and seeing and knowing 'A' is fucking him, is driving me INSANE!!!! But I LOVE how it's making me feel! What's happening to me???

    I drew THREE cards after 'J' had left about midday - Two of clubs, Jack of Hearts, and Ace of Hearts.

    *****

    Thursday August 11th: 'A' and 'J' together again last night. 'J' didn't stay the night, but he had 'A' again in our bedroom. They returned to lounge room about an hour later.

    At what I suspect to be 'A's' prompting, 'J' is becoming far more brazen in openly discussing his sexual relationship with 'A'. In fact, when 'A' went to use the bathroom, 'J' softly told me how 'sexy' 'A' is, and what 'gorgeous tits' she has. He also blatantly told me that 'A' was 'a mind-blowing fuck', and that he was more than happy to 'give her plenty of cock'.

    My voice shook as I responded that 'A' had told me how she enjoyed bedding him, and that I was happy to see her being satisfied so well. Even telling 'J' this sent made my tummy flutter! I could hardly believe I was telling 'J' this!

    'J' smiled and just then 'A' came back from the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later 'J' departed, and 'A' asked if I wanted to taste her 'creamy taco'.

    Naturally, I did. Afterwards, I picked another card - the Seven of Hearts.

    *****

    Sunday August 14th: 'J' came again last night (no pun intended) and the three of us idly chatted in the lounge room for an hour or so. 'A' then went for a quick shower - unusual for her - leaving 'J' and I alone. Whilst 'A' was gone, 'J' once again gently steered our conversation to his physical relationship with 'A' - prompted, I strongly suspected, by 'A' herself. 'J' nonchalantly announced that 'A' had informed him that I was turned on by the situation. I felt my tummy fluttering as I admitted to him that I was. 'J' then asked how I had felt two weeks ago, when I had observed 'A' openly exposing her breasts for him, and then to watch him suckle her nipples

    In almost a daze, I told him I found it to be a huge turn on, and 'J' smiled and asked if I would allow him to go further. I shakily told him that I would. He smiled, and announced that he and 'A' had 'something a bit wilder' planned for tonight.

    At that moment 'A' returned from showering and overheard his last remarks. She was clad in just in her kimono, and she simply smiled and dimmed the lights and then sat next to 'J'. Within moments they were kissing deeply. After about ten minutes they broke their kiss and 'A' arose to her feet and led 'J' to the hallway that led to the bedrooms. Instead of leading him up into the hallway, however, she turned to face me with 'J' looming behind her.

    'J' now began to kiss her neck from behind, and 'A' tilted her head as 'J's' lips skimmed the sensitive skin on her neck. 'J' then slid a hand around to undo the clasp on her kimono. A few moments later her kimono drifted open, and my gaze was drawn down to her neatly trimmed pubic patch. Even in the darkened room, I clearly saw 'A' flash me a teasing smile as 'J's' hands drifted upwards. He lifted her kimono from her shoulders, and she arched her back; her kimono fluttered to the floor; she was now totally naked. Flashes of light from the TV rippled across her body, simply accentuating her total nakedness. I heard the intake of my own breath.

    'J' wasted no time in sliding both hands around under 'A's' arms to cup her full breasts. His palms hoisted my wife's tits gently upwards, and 'A' uttered a soft gasp as he took both of her nipples between his fingers and began skillfully tweaking and rolling them. I watched almost in a dream state as 'A' swiveled her head sharply to the side, her lips seeking his. The pair kissed again as 'J's' large hands continued to caress and massage my wife's tits!

    They broke their kiss, and 'A' turned her gaze back towards me, and I could see her eyes were alight with passion and excitement. In what was one of the most erotic sights I had ever seen, she opened her stance slightly, took 'J's' right hand from her breast, and guided it slowly down over her belly until it came to rest between her thighs. 'J's' palm instantly covered her pubic mound, and I could actually see his middle finger working its way softly between her labia!

    'A' uttered another soft moan, and I knew that 'J' has deftly located her clit. His finger began gently swirling, and 'A' moaned again, louder this time. 'J' began kissing her neck once more, and 'A' tilted her head to the side, offering him her soft skin in a gesture of erotic surrender.

    For about a minute I sat and watched as 'J' fingered my wife's pussy, noting that 'A' had closed her eyes, her face clouded with an expression of sexual excitement and pleasure. I also noted that her nipples were now jutting out like little horizontal flagpoles, and Jason was continuing to tweak and roll 'A's' left nipple between the forefinger and thumb of his left hand. Her hips had begun to almost imperceptibly undulate back and forth.

    'A' finally opened her eyes and she sent me a brief, smoldering glance, a hint of a smile forming on her full, pouty lips. She winked suggestively and then peered down over her breasts, her gaze focussing on 'J's' palm cupping her mons pubis. I followed her gaze, and even in the dim light I could clearly see 'J's' middle finger was now almost totally buried in 'A's' pussy.

    'A' raised her eyes to meet mine once more, and she sent me another passion-laden glance and then turned her face back to her lover and said: "Mmmmm, that feels SOOOO good... you're making me SO wet! Now take me to bed - and FUCK ME!"

    The pair quickly turned, 'A' leading him by the hand up the hallway and into the master bedroom. My heart was hammering so hard that I didn't even hear the thud of the bedroom door close behind them. Within a minute I heard 'A' yell out in pleasure, and the muffled rhythmic CREAK! CREAK! CREAK! of the bed began to echo through the house. I sat and listened, my mind's eye picturing 'A's' soft, silky legs wrapped tightly around 'J's' back as his large cock explored the smooth, velvety confines of her delicious cunt!

    'J' finally departed just before midnight, and after he'd left 'A' softly quizzed me how it felt to see her lover's hands caressing her naked body. I gasped that WATCHING Jason openly fondle her tits and finger her pussy had made me want to EAT HER so badly, that I had wanted to kneel in front of her and SUCK her HOT CUNT as her lover kissed her and caressed her soft, warm tits. 'A' giggled, and told me that it might indeed come to that - but right at the moment all she could offer my hungry tongue was her drenched, well-used pussy without 'J's' presence.

    I ate her with feverish abandon!

    I drew another card, and I stared in both shock and delight when I drew the Ace of Clubs! I HAD A PAIR!!!!!

    *****


    But - of course - in this new game, drawing a pair of cards wasn't enough. Angela smiled softly when I triumphantly showed her the card, but she impishly stated that I was only halfway home. She announced that tonight - in accord with the rules of the game - I wouldn't take one of the evil little pills, and that tomorrow night I would be able to select the 'deciding' card - the one that would decide not only how many times I could make love to her, but whether I could make love to her at all. A tingling sexual anticipation mingled with a teasing apprehension rippled through me.

    As it turned out, I had good reason to be apprehensive...

    *****
     
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  15. davey

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    Chapter 14
    To say that I spent Sunday in a pent-up sexual daze would be an understatement. Angela and I had tacitly agreed that I would draw the deciding card when we retired to bed on Sunday night, and the titillating fear (or was it a perverse hope?) of drawing a King, Queen, Jack or an Ace was never far from my thoughts. I was quite aware that even if I were successful, it would take another day for the effect of the medication to wear off sufficiently for me to achieve an erection. Even so, excitement bubbled through me like a hot liquid in a gently simmering pot.

    On her part, Angela seemed to derive considerable enjoyment from my situation. I often caught her sending me a speculative gaze that always culminated with her Mona Lisa smile, which was far from innocent; her wickedly sensual side was in full flight.

    Apart from my own trilling excitement, Angela and I did, however, spend a quiet night watching TV before retiring to bed. Once ensconced under the duvet, Angela sent me a soft smile before sitting up in bed beside me and retrieving the deck of cards from her bedside dresser. She softly asked me for the cards I had previously picked, and they soon went back into the deck in her hand. As she shuffled the cards, my wife glanced at me, and her smile deepened.

    "Are you ready to pick the most important card of all, baby?" she finally asked in that soft, silky voice of hers.

    I swallowed. "Yes."

    She spread the shuffled deck and held the fanned cards to me, staring into my eyes. "Then pick one, honey..."

    My hand was trembling as I reached forth to pull a card from the deck. My heart pounded as I turned it over and peered down at it.

    The leering face of the Jack of Diamonds peered back up at me. Time stood still for a second or two, and I was aware that I was uttering a soft, almost inaudible groan.

    Angela lifted her eyes from the card in my hand and glanced at me. "Oh, dear... I guess we both know what that card means, don't we?" she rhetorically asked. I lifted my own eyes to her face, and I was sure I could detect a slight hint of wicked amusement in her expression.

    "Yes," I almost whispered. The stark reality of my ill fortune crashed over me like a powerful breaker. The Jack of Diamonds had just doomed me to several more weeks of enforced impotence.

    In almost desperation I stared beseechingly at Angela. "Please - this one time could we just bend the rules?" I pleaded. "If you let me go a couple of days-"

    "No!" Angela cut me off sharply. "You agreed to play by the rules. You pulled a Jack - and that means that we have to play another round, just like we agreed!" Her face softened into a slight leer. Her hand darted down, and she seized the card in my hand. I watched as she quickly slid it back in the deck. "Besides, Cuckie - think of it this way; just imagine how hot it's going to make you to go another few weeks, hmm? And how much more I can tease you. You like it when I tease you, don't you?"

    "Jesus, yes - you know I do," I half stammered. My heart was hammering inside my chest, and in spite of my desperation to couple with her, the prospect of a few more weeks of watching her kiss and pet with her lover, and then to listen to them fervently fucking was working its familiar spell. I felt the erotic ripple pulse through me: He's going to keep fucking her, he's going to fill her creamy cunt with his cum, and I will have no choice but to listen! I drew a sharp gasp.

    My wife unctuously continued. "And after all, it's only been what - two and a half weeks? - since we started the game. The last time we played, it was over four weeks. I'm sure you can handle another round, my little lover."

    "I guess so," I replied.

    "I know so," Angela said. She sent me a sideward glance as she quickly placed the deck of cards on her bedside dresser. Her sexy grin began to form on her pretty face as she turned back towards me. "Besides," she added. "I have a few new ideas that you might find exciting..."

    My interest was instantly engaged. "What new ideas?"

    "You'll have to wait and see," Angela's grin tightened as she dangled the bait. "But I can tell you right now that I'm sure they are going to blow your mind."

    I gulped, and bit - hard. "Do they involve Jason?"

    "That they do, Cuckie!" Angela replied. "Well - most of them do. There's a few other ideas that will be just you and me - but they're mainly to do with Jason..." Angela's grin tilted into a full smile.

    I could feel the impish little buzz rocketing through me again. It swept up my desire and lust and focused it solely on Angela not only cuckolding me further, but on her apparent eagerness to do so. My cock gave a frustrated twitch, as if it was just realising that it would not be sliding into the moist heat of Angela's pussy anytime soon.

    "Please, Angie," I begged. "What kind of things are you gonna do?"

    My wife tilted her head. "Well... it won't hurt to tell you one thing. Let me ask you this; you said it made you hot to actually see Jason playing with my tits and fingering me the other night?"

    I simply nodded.

    Angela uttered a soft giggle. "The let's just say that over the next few weeks you had better get used to seeing it happen a little more."

    "I want to see it a lot more!" I involuntarily blurted. It was like hearing someone else's voice - but is was my tight voice telling my wife that I wanted to see her lover fondling and caressing her!

    "Aww, I know you do, my little Cuckie," my wife continued smoothly, seeming delighted with my inadvertent admission. "In fact, Jason knows it, too. When we went into the bedroom that night, he told me how you were looking at him touching me, and that he got a real kick out of undressing me in front of you and playing with my pussy..."

    "Christ, did he?" I gasped sharply.

    Angela's eyes sparkled playfully. "He did. He also told me that I should've unzipped him, and knelt down and given him a blowjob right there in the hallway..."

    All I could do was groan softly in reply. A mental image of Angela on her knees as she fellated her lover right in front of me flashed across my mind. I inwardly saw her turn her head towards me, giggling and sending me a wink as she pressed her warm, wet tongue underneath Jason's plum-shaped glans.

    Angela's voice snapped me out of my brief trance. "Do you wanna know what I told him, Cuckie?" she asked softly.

    "Yes!" I literally shrieked.

    "I told him that next time all he has to do is tell me to do it - and as you watch, I'll sink to my knees and take out his beautiful thick cock, and suck it and lick it and keep doing it until he explodes in my mouth!"

    "Oh my fucking God!" I groaned. "Do it!"

    "Mmmm, I just might do that, Cuckie! Is that making you hot? To imagine your wicked little slut-wife sucking another man off, right there in front of you, and knowing that I'm gonna let him cum in my mouth - and swallow every single delicious drop? Does that make your little cock tingle, Cuckie?"

    "Fuck - yes!" I bellowed.

    "Does it make you shake, little one? Does it make you wish that I was doing it right now?"

    "Jesus, Jesus, yes!" I almost shrieked.

    "Good!" Angela hissed. She abruptly slid the duvet aside and parted her legs. "Then get your tongue down there and lick me - now! Just because your limp, floppy little pecker isn't gonna be pleasing me anytime soon doesn't mean that I have to go without! So get down there and fuckin' lick me!"

    The bedroom was soon echoing to Angela's lewd exhortations as I sucked and licked her with feverish zest. Later, as Angela lay in afterglow, she softly ran her fingers through my hair and peered down at me through slitted eyes.

    "Clean me," she purred. "Lick it all up."

    I duly did so, and later her last act before sleeping was to hand me another of those innocuous looking little pills. I duly swallowed it, and my thoughts turned to the next few weeks.

    *****

    Angela's prediction that my cock would not be pleasing her anytime soon was in fact prophetic. If Lady Luck had been kind (well, sort of kind) in the last round of the game, then this time she turned into a total bitch. It was six long weeks before I got the chance to cease taking the evil medication that kept me flaccid - and this happened under very unusual and incredibly carnal circumstances. I am, however, getting ahead of myself.

    Angela never carried out her lascivious threat to fellate Jason as I watched - but over the next six weeks she came up with numerous ploys that were just as carnally and wickedly devious. Jason was a regular guest - averaging perhaps three visits every two weeks - and with each visit he seemed to become more and more relaxed with the whole situation, and in fact learned to improvise when the need arose.

    For example, one Friday evening Jason had just arrived, and we were all sat in the lounge chatting. I was, of course, aware that he and my wife would at some stage retire to the master bedroom, and I was already buzzing as the delicious anticipation and angst grew. A pair of headlights suddenly flashed across the curtains, and Angela arose and quickly peered out the front window. She turned and announced that her sister, Vanessa, had arrived with her husband, David. She quickly hissed that she would introduce Jason as a friend of mine who had dropped in for a few drinks. I nodded, and Jason simply smiled his assent.

    This ploy worked well, and Angela's sister and her husband simply took the ruse about Jason being my friend at face value. I flutteringly wondered what Vanessa would think if she knew that Jason was regularly banging her sister - with my knowledge and permission.

    The five of us were soon ensconced at our dining table - Vanessa and David on one side, Angela and Jason on the opposite side, and me seated at the head of the table. At one point I arose and went out to the kitchen to refill our drinks. As I did so, I glanced towards the dining table; from my present vantage point on the other side of the breakfast bar, Vanessa and David had their backs to me. My gaze rested briefly upon Angela, who was sat with her body facing towards me; she was leaning forward with her left elbow resting on the table, and her hand propping up her chin. She had her head turned towards Jason, who was sat next to her, and was currently in the middle of describing a recent fishing expedition.

    Angela must have felt my gaze, because she swiveled her head towards me and her eyes met mine. An almost imperceptibly lascivious expression drifted across her face. My gaze instinctively dropped to the gap between the chairs on which Vanessa and David were sat.

    In the dim light under the table, I noticed a strange, slow rhythmic movement. As my eyes focused, I was startled to see that Angela's slender right hand was softly stroking Jason's upper thigh. I raised my eyes to her face, and Angela held my gaze for a few seconds; an impish smile danced over her face, and she casually shifted in her chair, in the process moving two or three inches closer to Jason. My eyes dropped once more to the gap between Vanessa and David. I caught my breath as I saw that Angela's probing fingers had now slid upwards to Jason's crotch; she was now obviously stroking his cock through his jeans - and doing so just a few feet away from her unsuspecting sister and brother-in-law.

    I had to dampen the intake of my breath. For about a minute I stopped fixing our drinks and pretended interest in Jason's anecdote, but my gaze kept fluttering downward, watching my wife gently massage what must have been a growing bulge in Jason's jeans. Jason himself never missed a beat; he kept telling his story as my wife surreptitiously caressed and fondled his cock. I could hardly believe my wife was being so brazen, and several more times she flashed a glance towards me, her eyes alight with teasing amusement.

    I finally returned to sit at the head of the dining room table, and I was glad that nobody noticed how my hands shook as I handed out the drinks. Angela swiveled her head towards me, and flashed me a subtle grin. I noticed that she didn't shift position, and I knew that sight unseen her soft, warm fingers were still skimming over her lover's cock. I have to tell you that to sit in company and know that your wife is stroking another man's cock is stimulating in the extreme - as if I needed the extra stimulation.

    Vanessa and David departed about an hour later, and within minutes Angela and Jason exchanged a brief and muted conversation in the kitchen as I sat watching TV in the lounge room, my pulse still racing. Jason soon excused himself and went to use the bathroom. As soon as he was out of earshot, Angela strode over to me and leaned down over me, her hands resting on the arms of the chair.

    Her eyes glittered as she stared down at me. "Did you see me playing with Jason's yummy cock, my little Cuckie?" she asked playfully.

    "Yes." I replied softly.

    "That was very naughty of me, wasn't it, hmmm? Letting my fingers slide over his cock as my little sister was sat across the table?" She uttered a soft giggle.

    I simply nodded. My heart raced.

    "Oh! By the way? Before she left, Vanessa quietly told me that Jason is quite a dish! In fact, her exact words were 'Mmm, he's a hottie!'. I agreed with her, of course! Maybe I should have let her see where I had my hand, hmmm? I think little Sis' would have gotten a kick knowing I was running my fingernails over Jason's big, throbbing cock! It was throbbing, in case you're wondering. I think Jason loved me doing that - because he got so hard..." My wife uttered her soft, sexy chuckle. All I could do was pant softly, spellbound by her words.

    "It made him horny, too," Angela continued. "He just asked me to go to bed - and how can I refuse, hmmm? He's all hot and frisky, and he said that he wants me - NOW!" My wife's eyes sparkled. "He said he needs to slide his hard, throbbing cock inside me, Cuckie. He even said that I made his full balls ache... you wouldn't want Jason to get blue-balls, would you honey?"

    I slowly shook my head. The buzz twittered though me like a sizzling electric current.

    "I didn't think you would," Angela purred softly. "So I told him to wait for me in the bedroom. I'm going in there in a few seconds, my little man, and I'm going to let him fuck me. He's going to fuck your wife after I stroked his big, juicy cock right in front of Vanessa and David. Does that excite you, Cuckie?"

    "Jesus, yes!" I blurted.

    "Good!" my wife giggled. "Because it made me hot to feel his cock getting hard under the table. In fact, my pussy is dripping, and I really need a good, long, hard FUCK..." She stressed the last word: Fucccckkkkkkk...

    "Then go in there, and let him give it to you!" I gasped. I could barely believe those words had escaped my lips.

    Angela's grin grew to a full smile. "Oh, I'm going to, my little limp-dicked cuckold! In fact, I'll make sure you hear just how much that big cock of his is driving me insane! You know he's gonna make me cum over and over, don't you?" She leaned down and gave me a soft peck on the cheek. "I'll see you later, honey!"

    She then arose and turned and headed towards the hallway door. She halted, and turned to me. "By the way? You're in the spare room tonight."

    She gave me a leer and a final salacious wink, and continued up the hall. I heard the master bedroom door open and then close with a soft thud of finality.

    I leaned back on the couch, my heart thumping and my breath coming in pants. I reached for the remote control and turned the TV volume down. I could hear muffled conversation drift through the wall, as well as muted giggling. My heart simply pounded harder. A minute or so later I heard my wife gasp, and the lewd rhythm of the bed faintly creaking slithered through the wall - slow at first, but then increasing in tempo. Angela was true to her word; her vocal appreciation of Jason's hard cock also became audible, and her gasps and moans also rose in both pitch and intensity. I sat in mesmerized silence, my mind's eye still picturing Angela blatantly stroking her lover's cock under the dining room table. The impish buzz leapt into new paroxysms of delight, and my traitorous cock twitched as if it was delighted to hear Angela's moans of pleasure.

    I spent a restless night in the spare room. The next day, after Jason had departed, Angela softly quizzed me regarding my feelings about her stroking her lover's cock with company only a few feet away - almost publicly, so to speak. By now I was used to telling my wife everything, and my words gushed forth. I told her that watching her run her fingers over his cock with her sister so close was an incredibly exciting. My wife mulled my words for a while, and I could see that she was mentally storing this information away.

    Another ploy that my wife began to use to heighten my impotent arousal was to greatly extend the intensity of her petting sessions with Jason as the pair sat on the couch in the lounge room. The lights were almost always off, and usually there was only the glare from the TV to illuminate the pair. Whereas previously they would kiss and fondle eachother before retiring to the bedroom, now Angela began to allow Jason to slowly strip her as I sat opposite in the armchair. On more than one occasion Jason removed everything but her panties in the darkened room. In fact, several times Jason maneuvered my wife so that she was lying on the couch, and he would then lower himself (still fully clothed) between her legs, and proceed to gently 'dry fuck' her.

    I would surreptitiously watch as their passion grew - a silent spectator at my own cuckolding. Angela's legs would often curl up over Jason's back as his hips rose and fell rhythmically between her thighs, his jeans making a swiff, swiff, swiff noise as they rasped against my wife's creamy thighs. It was also incredibly erotic and carnal to watch Jason fondling and licking Angela's naked breasts, and I could hear her soft whimpers of pleasure over the babble from the TV whenever Jason sucked her hard nipples.

    But what made the little buzz inside me really scream was to watch Angela's hips rising to meet his thrusts and grinding her crotch hard against his. They would fervently kiss as they did this - often open-mouthed so that their tongues danced and played wetly together in the dim light.

    After these 'dry fucking' sessions they would eventually arise from the couch and soon make their way into our bedroom. On one such occasion, I briefly glimpsed the gusset of Angela's panties in the soft glare from the TV; the thin white material covering Angela's pussy revealed a dark wet patch. The rhythmic friction of Jason's denim-clad cock had literally made my wife 'cream her panties'.

    Angela never tired of finding new ways to emphasise my cuckold status. One Friday afternoon my cell phone trilled at work. It was Angela, who had a rostered day off. She greeted me affably and asked if I could find a few minutes privacy - perhaps in the men's room. I told her that I could, and I duly made my way to the toilet, my stomach fluttering. Once I had locked the toilet door and seated myself, Angela announced that she that she was calling from our bedside telephone, and she was lying there wearing nothing but her high-heels. She then giggled and announced that she had a little surprise for me.

    I felt my pulse skyrocket. "What surprise?" I asked shakily.

    "Just keep listening, honey," Angela replied in a silky voice. "And you'll find out..." I heard the TONK! of the telephone receiver being placed on a hard surface.

    And listen I did. In a few seconds I head my wife gasp sharply in the background - and I then heard her moan out in apparent pleasure. A second deeper moan followed - Jason's voice.

    Realisation crashed over me; Angela had obviously called Jason and informed him that she had the day off work, and had apparently invited him over - and not to do any landscaping work!

    A tinny Creak! Creak! Creak! began to echo through the receiver. I realised that it was the bedsprings gleefully trumpeting the lewd act that was occurring above them.

    Angela's voice suddenly trilled. "Yeah Jason!... Shove it in!... Fuck me!... Give it to me... Give it to me SO hard!... FUCK ME!"

    And for the next ten minutes or so I sat fully clothed on the toilet, listening to Jason energetically fuck my beautiful wife. Through some weird foible of technology, the phone receiver made the wet, high-pitched smack of their kisses particularly loud, and I pictured Angela's long legs wrapped around his back as their lips slid moistly together, their tongues dancing and frolicking. I could also picture Angela's full breasts wobbling back and forth as his thrusts rocked her body. I wondered if her nipples were erect, and if they were brushing against Jason's chest as his long cock pierced her to the hilt, and deeper than I would ever go. The culmination of their torrid session was particularly lewd; I heard Jason huskily announce that he was going to climax, and Angela exhorted her lover to 'fill her up' with his cum, and to 'cream' her - which he evidently did. I was shocked to discover I was softly whispering "Do it... Do it... Do it..."

    I sat shaking as the receiver warbled, and Angela pantingly whispered a soft farewell, ending with "I love you!", and a final giggle. The phone then went dead.

    Episodes like this often made me wonder at Angela's new and apparently turbo-charged sexuality. This was the same woman who had once stated that she would never enact my fantasy of her being with another man. And yet here she was, reveling in the chance to cuckold me. If her eagerness to cuckold me was flourishing, then so was her more dominant side. I was still her little slave two or three times a week, and she began to introduce new aspects to this side of our relationship as well. I found that I relished this side of her, and I duly became even more subservient to her wishes - perhaps to rationalize and justify my own excitement at now seeing Angela openly cuckolding me.

    For example Angela made it a point to have me lightly kiss her pussy through her panties each morning before we departed for our respective workplaces. This was more a symbolic act than a physical one - but my wife seemed to derive great enjoyment from me sinking to my knees, fully dressed, and lifting her skirt, and pressing my lips gently to her femininity in what was a gesture of supplication and worship.

    She also had me continue to perform cunnilingus almost nightly, but she had me do it in a variety of positions and locations. No room in the house was spared, and Angela still made imaginative use of the cock-ring that I now wore full-time (and her little leash) to ensure that I did her lascivious bidding. She became extremely fond of kneeling over me, and having me lick her asshole as she used her toy on herself. I would slide my tongue rapidly over that intimate place as Angela slowly fucked herself, telling me that the big fake cock felt 'sooo good!'. As she approached climax, she would tell me to tongue-fuck her ass, and she would sometimes wonder aloud how it would feel to have me repeat this act with a real cock inside her instead of a fake one. She once giggled, and asked me if I thought Jason would mind if I licked her asshole as he drove his cock into her, adding that this act would make her so excited that her cream would 'run like a river!'.

    In any event, I will continue with the tale, and detail the next carnal, if very unusual, development. As you may recall, each time she coupled with Jason, I picked a card. But luck, as I have said, had deserted me. It was coming up to five long weeks when Angela made an interesting announcement.

    "You remember a little while ago when Vanessa and David dropped in, honey?" she asked.

    I nodded. Something in her tone made my ears prick up.

    Angela continued. "And seeing and knowing I was fondling Jason whilst they were sitting across from us made you really hot?"

    I nodded again. "Yeah - you know how hot it made me..."

    My wife smiled. "Was it because it was done practically openly? Even if Vanessa and David didn't actually see me doing anything?"

    I thought for a few moments. "Yes. To imagine you doing it blatantly in front of me is a very hot thought."

    Angela raised an eyebrow. "Blatantly? You mean like publicly?"

    "Uh-huh," I replied.

    "So - if we got into a situation where Jason and I could act like lovers openly, and also in public, then that would drive you wild?"

    "Yes... Jesus, yes, it would," I confirmed softly.

    My wife smiled. "Okay. Well - I have a little plan, my lover. But I just want to make absolutely sure that you would be perfectly okay with seeing Jason and I really acting like lovers openly and very flagrantly. I mean that you would have to watch Jason kissing and hugging me, and very likely in public, too - and maybe a little more." My wife sent me a level gaze. "Would that excite you?"

    It certainly would! For some reason imagining Angela and Jason be so casual about their intimate relationship made my loins boil - rapidly.

    "Yes, it would excite me... a lot," I told her softly.

    Angela sent me her lascivious smile. "Okay, my little Cuckie. I have a plan for next weekend, which as you know is going to be a long weekend. I've already asked Jason if he will go along with it, and he said no problem." Angela uttered a soft giggle. "In fact, he was very eager to play, my little one! And as an added bonus? We will suspend our little card game, and on Friday you can stop taking your little pills, and - all going well - then on Sunday you can finally have me.... How does that sound?"

    I swallowed softly. Whatever Angela had planned, it was obviously going to be spectacular. I nodded my eager assent.

    My wife smiled again. "Okay - I'll tell Jason it's on for the long weekend..."

    "What are you going to do?" I asked.

    She told me - in lewd, lascivious detail.

    It was all I could do to stop shaking. Her wickedly lecherous imagination had outdone itself, and I looked towards the coming long weekend with both an incredibly amount of excitement and not a little angst...

    *****
    Chapter 15 to come soon...
     
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  16. davey

    davey New Member

    There is no chapter 15 unfortunately. Atleast not in my collection. I waited months and months for it to be posted but it never was. So unless someone else has it or Micky D joins and finishes it this will have to do. Still outstanding story in my opinion. Love where he was going with this story at the end. Taking things more public is always a hot button topic for me.
     
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  17. sand3257

    sand3257 New Member

    Chapter 15

    I did get a chapter 15 somewhere. It was delicious, and promised a chapter 16, which I never did see.
     
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  18. brady8107

    brady8107 New Member

    Here is Chapter 15, saved in it Feb 08, no chapter 16 though, shame. not too sure what happened to Micky D, just stopped writing I guess, but much Kudos for the work he did post anyway


    Chapter 15


    In the dimming light of early evening I stood staring at the magnificent old homestead; it was set in a picture-perfect garden on 20 acres of pristine Australian bushland. The air carried a fragrant, fresh rural tang, and I glanced up into the trees encircling the house; birds perched in the upper branches lamented the approach of night, twittering and squawking. Somewhere in the distance a magpie warbled its long, distinctly beautiful call, a uniquely Australian sound.

    I lowered my gaze back to the house in front of me, my hands on my hips. The house was located just over an hour’s drive from our place on the trendy and rather exclusive east side of the Mornington peninsula. The homestead was one of many in the locality that has been turned into a really good money-spinner – to wit, as a sumptuous and well-equipped weekender rental property. It had been, so the owner had informed me, built in the 1930’s by a businessman for use as a rural holiday retreat for himself and his family. The house was clad in weatherboard, and the exterior was painted in the typical cream and Brunswick green that typified the period in which it was constructed. The inside of the house, however, was totally contemporary; the interior sported all the mod cons, including a six-seater spa, a 60-inch television with matching surround sound system, fully equipped kitchen, and a solid wood four-poster bed in the master bedroom.

    I cast my eye around the place appreciatively once again. It was indeed a charming abode, and I grudgingly admitted that the cost of renting the place for three days was indeed worth the hefty dent it had made in my credit card account. Angela had, in fact, found the place after a search on the Internet; there isn’t much that cannot be Googled these days, so it seemed. She had informed me that she had chosen this house because it was very secluded, yet conveniently near to several major towns – which suited her purposes extremely well, as you will see.

    It was currently early Thursday evening, and Angela, Jason and I had arrived at the house about fifteen minutes ago. Angela had previously informed family and friends via email that she and I would be going away for the long weekend, but she had left the details hazy. She had also chosen this locality because she was aware that nobody we knew frequented this particular area; as always, she made sure to take care of the small details.

    So – as you may already have guessed, my wife’s devious little plan was for us to spend three days in this tranquil little haven. I knew, however, that for me at least the next 72 hours would be far from tranquil; Angela’s plan called for what was for all intents and purposes a role swap between Jason and myself – Jason would ostensibly become Angela’s ‘partner’, whilst I would simply be the ‘friend’ who was tagging along. The fact that we were extremely unlikely to run into anyone we knew would allow Angela to play this game publicly.

    It had crossed my mind that this was perhaps the ultimate way for Angela to ratify my status as a cuckold; I would have to sit idly by and watch my wife and her lover openly displaying their affection in public, and displaying their lust in private. Angela had hinted that exhibiting their lust in public wasn’t beyond the realms of possibility, either.

    The sudden appearance of Angela strolling out onto the wide patio engaged my attention. My stomach fluttered. She was wearing a tight pair of jeans, and a white tennis shirt. The swell of her breasts caused my gaze to flicker southward for a second or two. She saw me, and approached.

    "Where’s Jason?" I asked with as much nonchalance as I could.

    Angela tossed her head sideward. "He’s just unpacked his overnight bag, and now he’s gone to take a quick shower – so we have a few minutes alone, honey." My wife’s eyes scanned my face, and she smiled. "You still one hundred percent sure you want this, lover?"

    I cleared my throat. "Yes."

    Angela placed her hands on my shoulders and leaned closer. "You know I’m gonna tease you so wickedly this weekend, don’t you? You know that I'm gonna be a teasing little bitch, right?"

    "I sure do." My mouth was suddenly dry.

    My wife kissed me softly, and my cock twitched inside my jeans. "And you realise," she continued, breaking the kiss, "That you’re probably gonna hear him fuck me every night for the next three nights, hmmm?"

    I simply nodded. A waft of her perfume drifted across to me – a scent that I had long since learned to associate with sexual excitement.

    "Annnnd," my wife slowly drawled. "You do know that I’m going to openly kiss him all weekend. And that I’ll probably wear that slinky little bathrobe during the evenings – when I’m sat with Jason on the couch. You remember how thin it is, don’t you? And how easily it slides off my skin? All I’d have to do as I’m sat next to him would be to undo the tie – and it’d slither apart, letting him see my bare tits… is that ok too, honey?"

    My cock felt like someone had just attached a transistor battery to it. I uttered a soft moan, and my wife giggled.

    "Aww, I’m sorry, honey!" she said. "I can’t resist teasing you!" She kissed me again, making it a full open-mouthed kiss. I could feel the soft press of her nipples through her tee shirt against my chest, and again the mesmerizing aroma of her perfume wafted over me. She broke our kiss with almost seeming reluctance.

    "Mmmm… Very nice, Michael," she said softly. "You’re still a great kisser. But I have to tell you that’s gonna be the last time that we'll kiss until Sunday. You sure you’re ready for that?"

    I nodded again. "Yes. And I know it’s gonna drive me out of my mind."

    Angela giggled. "Oooh, you’re absolutely right, my little, little Cuckie – I’ll make sure of it!" Her eyes flashed at me. "Oh! I hope you paid attention to what I just said – ‘We’ won’t be kissing, but you can be sure that ‘I’ will!"

    I uttered a croak, and Angela giggled that sexy little giggle.

    "Come on, honey," she said. "Ready to live out your most wild fantasy?"

    I gulped and nodded softly.

    My wife smiled. "Let’s go, then."

    She turned, and I followed her inside the house.

    *****

    Can any man really write a definitive and accurate description of his innermost feelings as he watches his wife - the woman at the center of his world – openly kissing, petting and fondling another man? Can he truly describe the heady whirlwind of lust, desire, envy and sheer angst that sweeps through him as he listens to her gasps and moans of pleasure drifting through 80-year-old walls as another man’s hard cock is eagerly exploring her warm, moist cunt? Is there a way to convey the sensation of being the most turned-on that you have ever been in your whole life – but not have the means to slake one’s own lust? Even worse, what can one do in this situation when one’s wife is determined to tease as much as possible, and to push the boundaries even further than one’s wildest dreams?

    Rhetorical questions, of course – but I am simply trying to convey to you, the reader, just how intense, lascivious and deliciously evil the weekend turned out to be. Angela must have been mulling this weekend for a long time – because the wickedly carnal events that unfolded did not seem like random thoughts; the things Angela did and said were the result of some very intense erotic machinations

    In order to shorten my tale, I will chronicle the events of the next three days in the simplest form that I can.



    THURSDAY NIGHT:

    The night had passed slowly. It was now 11pm, and although I was fully aware that I was going to witness my wife and her young lover showing open affection for eachother, I was still shocked when Angela slid herself down onto Jason’s lap as he sat on the couch, wrapped her slender arms around his neck, and kissed him. I stood there practically gaping as I watched Jason’s arms slide around her hips and return her kisses with not even a hint of shyness or reservation. A tingle rippled through my flaccid cock as the kiss deepened; I knew well the soft, wet rasp of Angela’s tongue against mine, and the lustful feelings that this intimate contact aroused in me. I wondered if Jason’s cock was hardening as Angela’s nimble tongue slithered into his mouth, licking and exploring; that teasing touch that sent ripples of arousal through me. I watched like a man entranced – which I was.

    My question was answered a few minutes later; the pair exchanged a few soft words, and arose from the couch. Angela turned her head and gazed at me, and her face twisted into a soft smile as she took Jason’s hand and led him towards the master bedroom. My last vision of her was of her sending me a lewd, suggesting wink before the pair disappeared into the bedroom, and the door closed with a resounding thud.

    Several minutes later I heard Jason utter a moan of pleasure that seemed to trickle through the walls. A sudden vision assailed me; my wife sat on the bed, her full, pouty lips sliding sensuously up and down her lover’s large, twitching cock, taking his hardness into her mouth, her eyes half closed in rapture. I sat myself down in a daze; my head cocked (pun intended) and my heart pounded as I strained to listen. A few minutes later a rhythmic thumping resounded – a sound that I actually felt more than heard; the wickedly lewd intonation of a bed being subjected to the intense exertions of two people making hard, passionate love upon it. I pictured my wife naked on the bed, her long, smooth legs jerking and bucking as her young lover drove his hard, hungry cock into her. I stifled a moan as I wondered if he was whispering teasing endearments in her ear – such as how I was probably panting as I listened to their lovemaking, or asking her if she was excited to know that her husband – the man who’s place he was taking – was outside listening in vain, his own cock limp and defeated, as he took her. In my imagination, Angela giggled in lecherous excitement, and told him that the thought made her soooo fucking wet…

    My own cock remained defiantly flaccid – the medication working its frustrating magic. It did, however, twitch and quiver – almost as if it was delighted at my wife’s faint gasps and moans. The steady knock, knock, knock issuing from the master bedroom was almost hypnotic, and with not inconsiderable shock I realised that I was literally adding unspoken encouragement to my wife’s lover – thoughts of urging him to fuck her, to drive his hard, thick cock into her, and to take her in ways that I never had, and never would, and make her climax over and over again danced through my mind, adding to the overload of carnality.

    When Jason’s long, earthy groan announced his climax, I silently hoped that Angela had those long, sexy legs of hers locked around his hips, and that her creamy cunt clutched his throbbing cock, and that his cum was so abundant that it overflowed her moist crevice and slithered down into the crack of her ass. In my minds eye, I watched it trickle with deliberate slowness, covering her anus in a slippery, pearly stream… I had a sharp thought about licking it from her as she cooed encouragement, her beautiful face alive with excitement, her hand gliding through my hair, guiding me, giggling and telling me to lick her clean. In my imagination her soft voice was laden with teasing excitement: "Lick my ass clean... Lick! Lick it!… tongue-fuck me… lick all of his cum from my asshole… Licckkk ittttttt… Cuck-ieeeeee"

    With a start I shook myself from my self-induced daze. My cock twitched again – seeming to mock me. I went to bed soon after – the echoes of my wife’s squeals of pleasure dancing through my mind…



    FRIDAY

    Although the situation was perfectly apparent, nobody discussed it openly. Jason was still the personable young man, and Angela treated me with all dignity. But we all knew that the status quo had been altered. Angela made sure to lavish a little more attention on Jason than usual, and she often held my gaze – and it said: He is my Lover… He is the one fucking me… He is the one who’s going to take me to bed tonight, and enjoy your pussy, the pussy that’s supposed to be yours – and I am going to enjoy every single second while you and your soft, useless little dick cant do anything to change it…

    Friday passed rapidly. The three of us spent the day shopping and visiting some of the quaint little places offered by the locality. We drove to Mornington, and Angela made it a point to hold Jason's hand as they strolled along the main street; this sight was uncannily erotic for me, and my cock twitched as a walked behind the pair. After we got back to the house late in the afternoon, Angela called a local restaurant and made a reservation for three people.

    Whilst Jason was using the bathroom, my wife strode over to me; she smiled softly. "Are you okay with everything, Cuckie?" she asked. I noted that she used the word Cuckie instead of Michael.

    I nodded. "Yeah. Jesus, Angie... it's driving me wild!"

    Angela giggled. "I know it is. Did you hear us fucking last night?"

    "Yes!"

    "He's gonna fuck me again tonight. You know that, right?"

    I drew a sharp breath and simply nodded.

    My wife grinned and decided to give the erotic knife a twist. "He's such a good fuck, Cuckie. His cock is soooo much better than yours - and bigger, too - even when you can get that lil' knob of yours hard." She leaned close to me. "I love him fucking me, Cuckie. Did you hear how he made me scream for him?"

    I swallowed and simply nodded again. The soft buzz trilled through me.

    "I climaxed three times last night just from him fucking me," my wife softly announced. "And it was so hot to think of you out here, climbing the walls as you listened to me getting fucked! Did you know how creamy it made me, Cuckie?"

    "N-No," I stammered. "I didnt know!"

    My wife's face was split by another sexy grin. "Well - just know that it made me soooo hot to know that you were out here listening to everything... listening to me getting fucked! It made me giggle... Jason giggled about it too!" Her tinkering laugh simply added to the erotic furnace.

    "J-Jason giggled about it?" I asked.

    "He did! He told me that it was so wild to know that you - my husband - were out here as he fucked me - and that he knew you couldn't even get that weeny little dick of yours hard, even if you wanted to! He loves my 'married' pussy!"

    I uttered a soft moan. My wife giggled.

    "But don't worry, Cuckie," she told me as she reached for her cigarettes. "You wont be taking your medicine tonight, and so by late Saturday or Sunday you can get that lil' dicklet of yours hard enough to fuck me." She lit her cigarette and smiled sweetly at me. "In the meantime? You'll sit here and watch as my hot, hard lover does all the things that you want to do to me!"

    I was attempting to answer her when Jason returned to the room. Angela winked at me, and that was that.

    We departed for the restaurant just before 7:00pm. Angela 'suggested' that I drive, and so I did - with my wife and her lover in the rear seat. I could hear them whispering and giggling as I drove. The meal was delicious, but not as delicious as watching my wife flirt with her young lover. My cock trilled in flaccid excitement as I watched them flirt and tease eachother – and tease me into the bargain. At one point Angela fixed her long, sexy gaze on me and smiled. Her expression begged something, and – looking closely – I could see her right shoulder rising and falling slightly. Then it occurred to me – she was caressing Jason’s cock through his pants right there at the table. My wife's soft grin became wider when my expression announced that I realised what she was doing. Jason also glanced at me with a soft grin, and it was clear that he was enjoying the situation.

    We returned to the house at about 10:00pm. I tried my best to be nonchalant, but Angela made sure to let me know who would be in her bed tonight. The pair sank into the soft confines of the couch, and petted and kissed. I tried to make myself inconspicuous on the other chair – but my gaze was constantly drawn to my wife and her lover. They spoke in soft whispers that I couldn’t hear – and at one point Angela darted her gaze at me and smiled.

    A few minutes later, Angela leaned back. Jason also leaned back into the couch, cleared his throat, and glanced at me.

    "So," Jason began. "You like being a cuckold, Michael?"

    My heart hammered. My eyes slid over to Angela, and her expression was placid and cool – but her eyes sparkled in poorly concealed excitement; she clearly knew that something was going to happen, and I had a good idea that she had instigated it

    I looked back to Jason. "Yes." I replied. Inwardly, I was panting.

    Jason smiled, showing his boyish grin. "Angie tells me that you love knowing I’m fucking her. That you get off knowing that I have a bigger cock, and that I can fuck her until she screams… is that right?"

    My heart gave a sudden double thump. I could feel my face flushing – but the sheer surreal carnality of the situation bore me like a twig tossed into a rushing torrent. I was drawn into the moment.

    "Yes," I repeated.

    Jason chuckled. "Well, you know that I've been fucking her for a while, right? You realise that I’ve fucked her while you were at work… come over to your house, fucked your hot, sexy wife in your bed?"

    I nodded. My heart pounded.

    "Do you like me fucking your wife?" Jason asked.

    "Yes." I felt like I was miles away - but I wasn't... this man was fucking my wife - and I did like it.

    "And you know that I am going to fuck her again tonight, don’t you?" Jason continued in a conversational tone. "That soon, I’m going to get up from this couch, and me and her are going to go into the bedroom, and your wife is going to suck me - then fuck me. How does that make you feel?"

    Time stood still. "It makes me hot," I replied in a voice that sounded far away.

    Jason uttered a soft laugh. "Yeah – I’m sure it does. You can’t get a hard-on, can you? No, don’t raise your eyebrows – Angie's told me all about the medication you use. Your cock's gonna be soft for another day or so yet. Deal with it..." He laughed again and changed tack. "Did you hear me fucking your wife last night?"

    I nodded. The surreal feel of the situation flooded over me again.

    "Did it excite you? Did you like hearing me bang your horny wife?" Jason asked.

    "Yes." My words were virtually drawn out of my by the carnality of the situation, and I was now powerless to stop them.

    Jason grinned. "So - you liked hearing your hot little wife screaming as I fucked her?"

    "Jesus, Yes!" I panted

    "How much?" Jason slid his hand towards Angela and cupped her right breast as he asked this question.

    "Very much… I wanted you to cum in her!" I blurted.

    Jason smiled. "Did you? Well - I did; I blew my load deep inside your wife’s hot, wet, hungry little pussy. Didn’t I, babe?" he turned to Angela

    Angela grinned. "Yes – you did… I loved it!" Angela's soft, tittering giggle nearly made me cum right then. My heart felt like it was going to explode.

    "So," continued Jason, turning his gaze back to me. "I shot my cream in her. I creamed this delicious little lady - I fuckin' drove my cock deep in her, and blew my load. And you know what, Michael?"

    "What?"

    "I’m gonna fuck her again tonight, too. And I’m gonna cum inside her again. But – you are gonna ask me."

    "Ask you?" I was slightly confused – but I kind of knew what was coming. My pulse throbbed in my ears.

    Jason smiled. "You are going to formally and officially ask me to fuck your wife. And ask me to cream her – to shoot my load deep inside her hungry, hot, wet, tight little cunt,"

    I could feel my chest heaving. I glanced over to Angela. Her pretty face was tilted, and her eyes sparkled.

    "Ask him," Angela said sweetly. Her pretty face transformed into a bitchy leer. "Now! Ask him! If you wanna cum this weekend, you ask him!"

    I swallowed. "Please fuck my wife, Jason… Please cum in her!"

    Jason chuckled. "My pleasure… Cuckie…" I must have raised my eyebrows as this word slipped from his lips, because Jason quickly raised a palm towards me and added: "’Cuckie’ – that’s what Angie calls you, isn’t it? Very apt, I think – ‘cause that’s what you are, aren’t you?… a cuckold. A man who lets his wife fuck other men… and that’s what you do – you let me fuck this hot little lady… Cuck… Cuckie… Chucky…. I think Angela and me should call you ‘Chucky’ from now on… not quite perfect, but near enough." He turned to my wife. "Waddaya think, babe? ‘Chucky’ the Cuckie a good name for Mr. Cuckold over there?"

    Angela giggled. "Perfect!" She giggled again and looked at me. "Chuck the Cuck! When we are out in town, Chuck or Chucky will be a wonderful name for him…"

    My hands began shaking. This conversation was so surreal. I gulped – but I realised I was loving this. My flaccid cock quivered.

    Jason turn back to me and laughed. He then sang, using the Rickie Lee Jones tune of the famous song. "'Chucky's innn lovveeee!' Well, Chucky – me and your hot little lady are gonna go hit the hay – but the only thing hit will be your wife’s creamy lil' cervix! It'll be covered in my cum a lot..." He smiled at his own joke. "But - you’ve asked me to fuck this delicious babe – and who am I to deny you?" He glanced at Angela. "Wanna go fuck, baby?"

    My wife smiled and licked her lips. "Ooohhh yeah – you know I do!"

    Jason laughed softly and rose to his feet. "Ok." He glanced down at me. "Well, Chuck? Your hot, sexy wife and me are goin’ to bed. I hope you listen real good this time – we’re gonna fuck a lot longer than last night…"

    And so they did. I sat there listening to their lovemaking for an hour.

    *****
     
    Last edited: Aug 20, 2009
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  19. davey

    davey New Member

    Awesome to finally read more. Thanks big time brady! Wish we could all get the finish to it, if there is one.
     
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  20. fredderf

    fredderf New Member

    micky_d

    hopefully this will coax mickey out of retirement.
    PLEASE mickey more.......
     
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