short short story

I was flattered, as I approached the room, to hear my new bride saying to her friend: "...but most of all, he's a FANTASTIC shag..."

They fell silent as I opened the door. "I was just telling Alice," my wife said at last, "that she should go on a date with your mate Steve - don't you think they'd be good together?"

verry good trib lol
big tick

Wow, that peaked my interest, how about some more.

The house-party was a lively crush. It was late and everyone was extremely drunk, but the crowd showed no sign of thinning.

"There she is!" slurred the young mechanic I'd been talking to. "You should ask her for one yourself, mate. Best blow-job I've ever had."

I peered through the crowd in the direction he was looking. When I saw the elegant, full-lipped woman in question - dressed all in white, and with such a demure smile - I had to agree that perhaps I should ask her for one myself. After all, she'd only given me three complete blow-jobs in fifteen years of marriage.

It was a farcical evening; I'd been sure wives and girlfriends were invited, but when we got there, she was the only woman. They made her very welcome but we stepped outside and had a blazing row, until she hailed a cab and barked out our home address. It was twenty minutes before I could get another cab to follow her home - only to find she wasn't there.

At 3am I awoke to find her slipping out of her red silk dress and getting into bed beside me. It seems she'd changed her mind and gone back to the dinner, but when she found I wasn't there, decided to stay, and drink, and wait for me to return. I asked her how the dinner was. "Lovely," she said, absently stroking my cock, "we had lobster."

"That's nice," I said. "What was for desert?"

She seemed about to give a quick answer beginning with 'M', but stopped instead and bit her lip - and gave me the guiltiest look I've ever seen in my life. It was then I remembered that when I'd watched her nervously getting ready for the evening, she'd had underwear on under that dress.

What did she smell of? Was there a creampie? Or did you fuck her and find she been fucked already?

Sorry... these are just fiction (unfortunately)

Dear Brother,

You often boast that your wife is younger than mine, and prettier, and 'probably much tighter'. On the first two points I wholeheartedly agree; however on the third point, I can now inform you that there is, in fact, very little to choose between them.

trib - Thanks, those are really great, funny, sexy, teasing and with a nice little surprise twist in just a few words! Very clever, very creative. I hope you do more, and thanks for bringing this back to the front, I hadn't had the pleasure of reading it before.
Oops, I think my response is longer than some of your stories!

Who can write the shortest cuckolding story? How about-

"They were her knickers. But how did the cat get hold of them?"

"Her skin glows, she sings to herself and seems so happy. Why would washing the sheets do that for a woman?"

Oh thank you... that's extremely kind!

"She never comes like that with me."

"Gosh honey, I don't think I've ever seen you this wet before! And you taste different too..."

Apologies to trib, didn't mean to pirate your thread, but you've obviously inspired us!

No please, keep them coming! But for any contest, there must be a prize... who will offer his wife for a night?

You feel looser tonight, honey.

I don't have a wife, but I'll takr yours.

"The night is hot. The thin sheet clings to her lithe thighs. Her eyelids flutter; she murmers. Who the hell is Macus"?

At her 30th, both she and her husband drank until they passed out. As their three closest friends since university days, we took it upon ourselves to help them both up to bed. We also persuaded ourselves that she would be more comfortable in just her underwear. We weren't to know that she would turn out not to be wearing any, nor that her soft brown limbs would turn and move so in the dark; nor that her cool fingers would seem to seek out the backs of our necks, or that her little semi-conscious murmurs would seem so impossibly inviting.

So when, a few weeks later, the couple announced their 'long-awaited good news', not a single man of us heard it without a strange flutter of the heart.

I had just gotten home from the gym after a game of racquetball with my wife's boss, Steve. As I poured myself a glass of orange juice, she walked into the kitchen.
"Who won?" She asked.

"I did, for a change."

She leaned into me and gave me a kiss. "Good for you!" She cupped my package in her hand, then, with a wistful smile, shook her head. "That must be very embarrassing for you, showering next to him."

very very good

very very good

A bump, and with kudos to trib & RobbieG:

As we left the adult theater my wife smiled at me, rubbing her tired hands together. "You know, I'm really amazed! A couple of those guys were actually smaller than you!"
I'm not sure, was that a compliment?

As the day approached my wife and I had joked about whether her brother, who hadn't seen her since she was 15, would try to get up to "his old tricks" again. The evening, however, was a great success, and I'd just finished doing my teeth when I heard my wife come into the bathroom behind me. "Do you want a hand making up the spare bed?" I asked. Then I turned around.

What I saw...