#31 · Edited by: HammerHeart
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 reamister why my little plan won't work?"
"No reamister 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?"
"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 Jamister'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 Jamister'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..."
"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...?"
#32 · Edited by: HammerHeart
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 Jamister 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 Jamister 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 magictized. 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 Jamister. 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-reded 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?"
"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 Jamister 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 Jamister..."
"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?"
"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 reinpower 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 simply 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?"
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 over******* - 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. Jamister 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? Jamister'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 Jamister 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 Jamister 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 sorry. "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 Jamister 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...
The faint aroma of fresh paint wafted over me as I entered the spare room, and I turned on the ceiling light, and *******ed 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. Jamister 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 liaimister, not Jamister. 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 Jamister 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 Jamister 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 take?"
"Please," replied Jamister. "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," Jamister 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?" Jamister 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."
Jamister 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," Jamister replied suavely.
"Mmm, is that so?" my wife asked playfully.
"Uh-huh," Jamister 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, Jamister? 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," Jamister 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 Jamister 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 Jamister - 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 Jamister 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 enared 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 sorry.
"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 Jamister'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 Jamister 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 Jamister 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 Jamister, 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, Jamister 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 Jamister'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 Jamister will like it, too."
Her mobile phone suddenly warred. 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 Jamister: "...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 Jamister'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," Jamister 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 Jamister'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 Jamister shortly strode into the gym; even though I knew he could not see me, I sorry cringed.
Jamister 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!"
Jamister 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 takes as Angela finished her cigarette, with Jamister 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." Jamister nodded, and presently lost interest in the spare room, for which I was thankful.
As Jamister 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. Jamister 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. Jamister 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 Jamister'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.
Jamister 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 Jamister'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 fetishd gasp as she took the head of his cock into her warm mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked.
"Oh, fuck yeah, Angie!" Jamister 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. Jamister leaned back further so that he could better watch my wife's oral ministrations.
"Jesus, that feels so good, babe..." Jamister 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. Jamister 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!
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Angela at that moment allowed Jamister'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, Jamister."
Jamister 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.
Jamister 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 Jamister 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 Jamister. He darted a quick glance around the gym. "Er - where are we gonna do it, Angie?"
Angela pointed. "Over there - on the bench-press."
Jamister 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 Jamister'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 Jamister'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.
Jamister 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 Jamister's lips and tongue had just acquainted themselves with my wife's smooth, creamy pussy.
Angela drew her legs upwards slightly, and Jamister'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. Jamister'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!"
Jamister 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 Jamister 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. Jamister 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 Jamister's parted thighs, and I saw my wife's hand reaching for his cock. Jamister'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 Jamister'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 Jamister'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 Jamister'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 Jamister'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, Jamister'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 Jamister's thrusts become faster and deeper. Angela had been right; the height of the bench enared Jamister 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 Jamister'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!" Jamister 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 Jamister'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?" Jamister 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," Jamister panted smugly. "Maybe you should keep that sweet little pussy of yours just for me, sexy!"
Angela just happened to be glancing over Jamister'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!" Jamister 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," Jamister 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.
Jamister 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 Jamister'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 tremred, 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 Jamister'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 takeing in the image of how her cunt seemed to suck hungrily at this stranger's big cock. I lapped up the delicious offense, 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 Jamister'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 Jamister'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, Jamister! 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 Jamister's plunging cock even tighter.
"Oh, God, please!" shrieked my wife. "Keep going!... Keep going!... I'm gonna CUM!" Jamister'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 Jamister's thick manhood, and a fresh, copious torrent of thick, clear liquid seeped out from between her taut pussy-lips and Jamister'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 Jamister'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!"
Jamister'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; Jamister's slowly deflating cock was still wedged in my wife's cunt, although his now loose and drooping balls hid it from my view. Jamister 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," Jamister 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 amred 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 Jamister 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!"
Jamister chuckled, and voiced his agreement. Angela darted upstairs to get them both another take as Jamister 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 takes.
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 have, 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 takes. 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 Jamister 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 s*******s and her aplomb.
Jamister 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."
Jamister 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."
Jamister 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 bubred 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." Jamister 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. Jamister, 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 Jamister 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 Jamister 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 Jamister was just as startled as I was.
"Now?" Jamister 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 suckyou. I want to see myself taking you into my mouth - will you do that for me?"
I gasped in astonishment, and Jamister himself seemed surprised, but naturally assented. The pair strode towards my hiding place, and I again cringed sorry 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 Jamister 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 Jamister standing beside her, fully dressed except for his genitals dangling out of his fly. Jamister 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 Jamister 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 Jamister and smiled, and then slid his growing tool into her hot, wet mouth.
Jamister 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 Jamister's dick into her mouth, sucking it with growing enthusiasm.
I sat there as both of them watched their reflection in the mirror - Jamister 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 Jamister'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 Jamister. "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 Jamister's tool filled her mouth, over and over. Angela looked up at him and again pulled back.
"Jamister?" 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 presentation and surrender. Do whatever you want to me, her body screamed, and I won't stop you! Jamister 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 Jamister. 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 Jamister 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. Jamister 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
Jamister 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.
Jamister's grunts of pleasure slowly dwindled, and Angela tenderly resumed fellating him, her head weaving with deliberate slowness in and out as Jamister struggled to remain steady on his feet. My wife kept up her soft, post-orgasmic oral ministrations for almost a minute as Jamister 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."
Jamister nodded, and the pair slowly walked to the far doorway.
"You got everything?" my wife asked him.
Jamister 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 Jamister'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?"
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 Jamister 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.
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 tremred.
"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 Jamister 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?"
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?"
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 Jamister again?"
"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?"
Angela giggled. "Well, next time, I'll let him fuck me bareback then, won't I?"
"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.
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 dribred 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 Jamister? 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 Jamister upstairs to our bedroom, and you can just listen all night as he fucks your wife, in your bed, bareback 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 he is so much bigger and better than you, I think I'll let Jamister 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 cuckolds brownieload 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...
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 Jamister until he climaxed in her sweet mouth. I tried my best to power 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 Jamister'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 Jamister 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 Jamister 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. Jamister 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 Jamister - 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 Jamister so blatantly in front of you made me extremely horny, lover." She gazed somewhat bashfully at me. "When Jamister 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 Jamister 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?"
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 Jamister!" With a final wink, she arose and went to get changed.
Angela had, in fact, spoken to Jamister 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 Jamister 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 liaimisters 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 Jamister 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 Jamister'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 Jamister 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 have 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 Jamister 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 Jamister 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 bubred 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 Jamister 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 Jamister 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 Jamister. 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 Jamister'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 enpowerd 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 Jamister'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 Jamister 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 Jamister 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 Jamister 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: Jamister 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 Jamister 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 Jamister 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 sorry.
"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.
As I dreamed 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 Jamister 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 her 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 dream 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 Jamister 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 Jamister 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 fetish.
"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 Jamister 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 enpowerd impotence.
Angela rang Jamister 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...
#45 · Edited by: HammerHeart
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 Jamister - 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, Jamister 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 offense 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 Jamister'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 Jamister's phone call - me pensive and inwardly shaking, and Angela relaxed and perfectly at ease. Her cell phone warred at about 8:15pm: Jamister 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 Jamister'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 take 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 reamister 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 Jamister 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 Jamister'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 Jamister a tour de power of her s*******s. Their kisses gradually grew from gentle and tender, to urgent and passionate. I could see Jamister 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 reamister 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! Jamister duly did so, and their coupling quickly reached a frenzied crescendo. Angela climaxed twice more before Jamister 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 Jamister to wear, whilst Angela wore her silky black kimono; for some reamister 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 Jamister 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 Jamister 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 Jamister 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 resemred a pair of dogs feverishly engaging in a heated mating frenzy.
Jamister 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 Jamister 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. Jamister'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.
Jamister 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. Jamister redressed in his clothes this time, whilst Angela slipped her kimono on. They went upstairs and had another take before Angela eventually ushered Jamister 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 reamister 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 ***, 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 lil 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 Jamister 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 Jamister'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 relax.
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 presentation - 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 Jamister'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 enpowerd 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 Jamister 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 warred, and my pulse quickened as I realised it was Jamister 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. Jamister 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 take 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 Jamister 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 Jamister 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 Jamister'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 Jamister 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 s*******s, again loudly telling him that he fucked her 'so much better than Michael!'.
Their coupling eventually reached its ultimate conclusion, and Jamister gave a groan of satisfaction as he apparently climaxed. Their pants subsided, and my wife duly arose to get them another take. 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 Jamister could redress himself prior to leaving.
When Jamister 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 take 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 Jamister'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 Jamister'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 Jamister'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 Jamister fucked me!" Angela tilted her head back and uttered a low giggle. "I think that would drive me wild, Cuckie - feeling Jamister'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 Jamister 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! Jamister 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 reamister 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 haves - 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 Jamister visited Angela while I was "interstate' twice each month. Jamister did, in fact, show Angela his medical clearance, and as she promised the next time I watched the pair fucking, Jamister 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 Jamister 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 Jamister.
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 Jamister. 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 Jamister how she wished that she had his big, hard cock in her right now.
I couldn't hear what Jamister 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, Jamister! 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. Jamister 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 takes 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 naturals.
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 Jamister's ostensibly clandestine trysts becoming a far more open affair, to coin a phrase - where Jamister 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 reamister, 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, Jamister 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 Jamister 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 Jamister 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 Jamister 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 red rushing to my face - and it was also rushing elsewhere; my cock gleefully awoke from dream 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 Jamister 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 Jamister 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 Jamister 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 offense danced through me; during their numerous couplings, Angela had often told Jamister that he was much bigger than I was, and that he fucked her far better than I could. To imagine actually meeting Jamister 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 Jamister was sat next to me on the couch, it would just make you hornier if Jamister 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?"
Angela giggled briefly. "Mmmm! So you'd like to see Jamister 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 Jamister 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.
"Ahhh!" Angela replied smoothly. "That would be very, very kinky, wouldn't it, my little lover? Jamister 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 Jamister 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 have. Another pang of almost delicious offense surged through me as I again imagined meeting Jamister 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 Jamister 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 obligation 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 Jamister 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 Jamister'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 enpowerd 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.
Jamister 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 Jamister 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 have 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 Jamister. 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," Jamister replied. "Is Michael going away again soon?"
"Nope," my wife told him. "Michael will probably be right here at home."
Jamister's eyebrows vaulted high, and Angela laughed at his puzzled expression. She announced that she had made an interesting discovery; she told Jamister that she and I had recently discussed the idea of swinging. Jamister 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.
Jamister 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 Jamister that John had coaxed her into the threesome because it drove him wild to 'watch another man shagging me'.
Jamister 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 Jamister'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?"
Jamister 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'." Jamister 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?"
Jamister'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!"
Jamister 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."
Jamister turned his head towards her and nodded. "He sounds a lot like John." Jamister 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?"
Jamister 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."
Jamister 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?"
Jamister 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?" Jamister 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?"
Jamister 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?"
Jamister 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."
Jamister 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' Jamister 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 Jamister 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 s******* 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.
Jamister 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 fetishd 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 Jamister 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 Jamister anytime I want so that he can fuck my brains out, baby?"
"Yes!" I gasped.
"And while I was giving Jamister 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 liaimister with Jamister - 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 Jamister 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 Jamister 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 Jamister 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 Jamister plays ball and takes up your generous offer to let me play, then it'll all be out in the open, won't it? Jamister 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 Jamister'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 Jamister 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 Jamister.
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 Jamister had fucked Angela enough times for me to draw a pair of cards.
"And I'd draw a card each time you and Jamister 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 Jamister 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 Jamister 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 arelax, 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 Jamister, 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 Jamister that she had spoken to me again about getting my 'permission' for her to engage in sex outside of our marriage. She told Jamister 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, Jamister 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 Jamister 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 Jamister 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...
Hammerheart, Congratulations on ruining a perfectly good thread.
I'm glad you have made Mickey D's story available again. I'm waiting for chapter 16. Maybe seeing the story posted again may prompt something in the ether, like throwing the pebble in the pond. Here's hoping anyway.
Hammerheart, Congratulations on ruining a perfectly good thread.
Agreed ***Please support my amateur thread by saying thanks & keep it great!***
These links tell the story of what my wife has been up to for the past year. http://www.cuckoldplace.com/10_58015_0.htmlThe hyperlink is visible to registered members only!The hyperlink is visible to registered members only!
#53 · Edited by: cuckaliciousr
All, I'm going to work with HammerHeart to move the Micky_D story to its own thread... or if he's not willing, I'll create a new thread and explain the "rules" at the top (which I've added to my first post in this thread now). If I do create a new thread, I'll be sure to post all the links that have been shared so far.
Unless anyone knows a way of the original poster to remove (or move) responses themselves... that's the only way I can think of to get this thread back to its intended state: links only, not stories.
Wannabe - see my captions at http://www.cuckoldplace.com/27_74912_1.html
To Cumhubby and Fuzzyman - I apologize if what I did was not desired, but look at the title of the thread please. There is NOTHING there that states the thread is for links only.
The author of the thread wanted me to post this, but again, no mention was made about doing it as a link. The fact is I have the story saved on my permisteral computer so there is no link I could have provided for you.
I'm very glad to see that it does exist on Ult.Cuck, but I was unaware of that before I did this. And speaking of what I did, that was a lot of time and effort to post all that. You don't like it? Well screw you.
New thread for repost of story by Micky_D
Moved from http://www.cuckoldplace.com/2_65274_0.htmlWannabe - see my captions at http://www.cuckoldplace.com/27_74912_1.html
To Cumhubby and Fuzzyman - I apologize
You don't like it? Well screw you.
Hmm, did you stop taking your The hyperlink is visible to registered members only!
in the middle of typing that response?
To Cumhubby and Fuzzyman - I apologize
You don't like it? Well screw you.
Hmm, did you stop taking your lithium citrate in the middle of typing that response?
Wonderful - Your welcome for my efforts. Next time I won't bother.
#58 · Edited by: stormydog
Gets my vote for best cuckold story.
My favorite story by Micky D was "Good things come in small packages"