A Cuckolding Surprise

"I don't mind if you stay down here at the bar honey."

Fucking hell, is he serious? Are we finally doing this?

I stared at my husband Gary who, by earnest expression seemed to confirm he'd meant what he said. I glanced at Mike, concerned we'd been rumbled, but my amorous suitor was oblivious to the messaging between a husband and wife.

While wriggling on the luxurious leather sofa in a delightful, instant arousal spike that flooded my body with sexy hormones, I thought carefully about our playbook, remembering the coded messaging we'd agreed to release the dogs of war, and let cuckolding begin.

"Are you sure about this Gary?"

"Absolutely positive, sweetheart."

"Do you know what it means?"

"Of course, darling wife. I'm very comfortable with our agreement."

Mike knew something was awry and sipped his drink nervously, occupying slightly trembling fingers wrapped around his glass. His demeanor revealed a sexual excitement that thrilled me.

His chase of my pussy had truly begun in earnest, now my availability for his sexual pleasure was a tacit invitation made by my husband.

I figured Mike would grasp the opportunity hard, holding on tight, hopefully to fruition. The next play was mine, so I gazed lovingly at my husband while reaching gently for my lover's hand, gripping excitedly.

"Would you explain everything to Mike please, husband?"

"Of course."

My husband finished his drink, smiled at me, raising both eyebrows expectantly. He stretched out a hand to Mike, who shook it somewhat bewildered but compliant, desperate to win my favor.

Gary nodded and smiled.

"Please fuck my wife and have her back by midnight."

"Holy fuck! Are you serious?"

"Never more so. Emma has taken a liking to you and now, I feel she is ready to be fucked. Can you smell her arousal, that slight whiff of a beautifully creamy pussy just waiting for you to plunder?"

"Well... I, err... I kinda sense something between us, yes."

"She's practically drenching you in pheromones Mike. Are you denying your desperation to fuck my wife?"

"No... I'm... argh fuck!"

I loved it, the hunt was on and my husband prevailed in this round. Mike was desperate to fuck my pussy, we all recognized it, fuck knows, even the bar tender knew.

"You can fuck her right here if you'd like, Mike. I have to leave because I have things to take care of."

"Fuck Emma, right here and now?"

"It is a swingers' club, my dear chap. Plenty of swaps or cuckolding's have taken place precisely where you are currently sat."

"And you're okay with me fucking your wife?"

"It's what Emma wants, and that's fine with me. What about your wife? Does she consent?"

"Yes, of course, although she isn't here tonight."

"Then get on with it and enjoy each other."

The bar tender smiled and nodded approving of our infidelity. Mike had circled me for months as an eagle would its prey, desperate to fuck my pussy senseless. Before Gary even left the lounge, my lover leaned in kissing me earnestly, discharging months of his pent up sexual frustration.

"I want you so much Emma."

"I know. Now is your opportunity to take what you desire."

He kissed me again, leaning us into a corner of the sofa. It was standard fare for girls to be fucked in the lounge by their chosen lovers, so very few people glanced over although once my reaming began, undoubtedly we'd draw an audience.

Freedom Club was the most luxurious and decadent fuck palace in the country. As I lay back, Mike slid in beside me, making sure he had access to kiss my lips while finger-banging my cunt.

He slid a hand gently from my knee to the trail of depravity, leaking from my desperate hole. When he dabbed his finger in my lady juices, collecting what he could, Mike tasted and enjoyed, then contorted his expression into ecstasy while moaning with delight.

"Fuck!"

"Do I taste nice?"

"Yes, your pussy juice is so fresh and delicious."

"Does it taste better than Sara's?"

"My wife... yes it does although please be discrete about that."

"Of course. Being better at fucking than my lovers' wife is my kink."

"You already are better. I can't wait to fuck you."

"I'd rather enjoy some fingering and tongue, if that's okay?"

He kissed my lips and it felt like silk brushing lightly against satin before both set alight, burning brightly in passion, fleetingly but powerful. I was ascendent, riding those flames to nirvana as I watched my husband slip out of the room, glancing back one final time with a most salacious grin.

When Mike turned his attention to my pussy, plowing two fingers up and down a creamy wanton slit, our plan was in action, and a cuckolding was underway. My lover slipped his digits deep inside a gaping wide, well fucked hole, swirling them both around, collecting, then withdrawing the juicy treat, licking and sucking before returning for more.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention please!"

All eyes turned to Freedom Club's proprietor Caleb who had an announcement to make.

"We have a couple in the Bull Pit and their show begins in five minutes."

I watched Mike who seemed torn between fucking me now or waiting until we watched a new hotwife become crowned.

"It's up to you sweetie. We can watch the show or just stay here and fuck."

"What would you prefer, Emma?"

"I'd rather be fucked here than watch someone else being inaugurated."

"Oh fuck, but it's so much fun watching a couple in the Bull Pit. She'll be a first timer and he'll be a spectacular bull."

"Okay... but when we get back here you'd better deliver a damn fine fucking for me, Mike."

"I promise, I shall."

He looked so excited and the truth was, I loved watching the first timers, especially knowing the massive glass cage with a king sized four-poster bed inside would have the entire crowd enthralled around it.

We joined the queue t get inside a special auditorium recently built while Caleb whipped up more interest, cramming as many people into the Bull Pit where rows of elevated cinema seats circled a hall around a central glass walled room.

We took our seats, almost the best in the house as Caleb locked the glass door and our Bull and his hotwife were unmasked.

"Holy Fuck!"

"What is it Mike?"

"That's my fucking wife."

He was out of his chair, looking this way and that like a terrified rabbit caught in a powerful light beam. He shuffled along our row to the end screaming.

"Stop... that's my wife!"

"Stop... that's my wife!"

"Stop... that's my wife!"

He ran down the aisle with arms waving wildly, stumbling before slapping both palms on the glass wall separating him from his wife, Sara, and her Bull.

Caleb's security men were on him like lightning, gently forcing the soon to be cuckold back through the auditorium, along our row and into the seat next to me.

The head of security wagged his finger at Mike firmly.

"If you move again or cause any disruption, you'll be barred from entering the club and have all membership rights revoked."

"But that's my fucking wife."

"Sara has consented to being fucked. It's not your place to interfere so either watch her perform or leave."

He wept the tears of a man who felt betrayed, leaning into me, seeking consolation.

"Mike, if you're looking for sympathy you'll find it in the dictionary somewhere between shit and syphilis."

"Fucking hell, Emma, have you no heart? That's my wife."

"Yeah... and it's my husband about to fuck her. I can't wait for the show to begin."

He stared at the glass Bull Pit again, more closely this time, recognizing Gary who had stripped off revealing the muscular physique and big cock I loved dearly.

I was aroused so much more than when Mike had played with my cunt because watching my husband perform really was my most beloved kink. Mike whirled around in his chair, pointing at me with fire and hatred in his expression.

"You fucking did this."

"No... Sara did this all by herself. She asked for our help testing you tonight and you failed."

"You fucking bitch."

I lifted my blouse and unfastened the wire I wore, slipping off its transmitter unit tucked behind in a skirt waistband. When I stashed both inside my handbag, smiling at Mike, he looked horrified.

"Sara did this to me?"

"Honestly, Mike... how many women did you fuck in Freedom Club without her permission?"

"Umm... err."

"C'mon, tell the truth."

"A couple of dozen."

"According to the fuck register it's fifty-two and not once did you discuss any of it with Sara. You didn't have consent tonight and she heard your routine while waiting in the Bull Pit to decide your fate."

I noticed a few guys already had their cocks out and were wanking. Others, mostly couples or casual hook-ups were on their knees licking pussy or fellating a man.

I waved at an usher who rushed over to me.

"Are there any spare guys who might enjoy giving a shaven pussy some cunnilingus, please?"

"I'm sure someone would love to service madam, I'll be quick and find you a swain because the copulating couple are about to begin."

"I know, that's my husband. I'm thrilled."

"He looks like a fine bull and the lady he's about to inaugurate to be a hotwife is absolutely stunning."

"Please let the gentleman or lady know I'm laden with a cream pie."

The usher darted off and I lifted my skirt, preparing, tucking everything around my waist so my holes would be easily accessible. Mike looked at me utterly ashamed and full of remorse.

"What about me?"

"You're about to become a cuckold."

"Yes, but it's being forced on me."

"You don't have to stay and watch. If you leave, Sara's just cheating on you the same way you did to her."

"And if I stay?"

"She told me you can redeem yourself by sitting in that chair, not wanking off and accept her new lifestyle."

"She's going to become a hotwife?"

"Yeah. You asked for it. I'm not Sorry."

My swain arrived like a handyman who needed to fix my seat. He smiled, pointed to the floor in front of me, and I nodded. When I turned back to face Mike, my pussy licking lover was already working, spreading both legs wide until each lay across an armrest.

When his tongue slid deep inside my creamy slit, I saw fireworks on closed eyelids, felt an intense tingling in my womb and every tawdry synapse in my brain exploded. I opened my eyes and saw a beloved husband laying his hotwife onto the bed upon which he would defile her.

"She's so beautiful, Mike."

"I know."

"Why do you cheat?"

"Because she made it easy by being too kind."

"Well... it seems you dried up any grace and goodwill... argh! Oh fuck. Oh, my. You're very good at licking pussy."

My swain stared up with glistening lips and tongue, coated in a veneer of my creamy arousal. He seemed happy and I smiled appreciatively, nudging his head back onto my pussy hole while my husband presented his cock to Sara for her enjoyment.

"Gary fucked me earlier today. I'm surprised you didn't taste anything. My hole is gaping wide open and still full of his seed."

Mike glanced at his fingers, realized what he'd done, narrowed his eyes and stared at me with frustration rather than anger.

When Sara scanned the crowd, catching Mike's eye, a message was passed between cheating husband and wife. I clenched his hand tightly, in a sense to offer some solidarity hoping he might come out the other end of this ordeal as a changed man.

"You should thank her for not just leaving you. At least there is a way for you to preserve something of your marriage."

"As a cuckold, though?"

"I'm a cuckqueen, do you see me not enjoying myself? I love watching my husband fucking sluts."

"My wife isn't a slut."

"She fucking is right now and one that's choking on my husband's cock."

I moaned loudly, watching my husband face fucking Mike's wife while my engorged clitoris was sucked by a man who knew very well how to please a girl. I rifled my hands through his hair, exactly as Gary did to Sara, while she choked on a nine-inch cock lodged deep in her throat.

My husband gathered Sara's hair, holding it away from her face while leaning back to offer the best view of her taking three quarters of his shaft before the gagging, choking and saliva drooling from her chin to the floor became too much and she had to breathe.

When she gazed up in awe at my husband, smiling like a sleazy whore needing more cock, I almost came in my swains mouth. My pussy lips tingled like a Szechuan chilli had teased them and I rose higher in my seat, enjoyed by an expert cunnilingus practitioner.

My husband helped Sara to her feet, then lifted the new hotwife two handed, gripping around the waist before spinning her upside down.

"Look how beautifully your wife's hair cascades to the floor."

"Yes, but why do people keep going to the glass wall and writing on a sheet of paper pinned there."

"It's her future fuck buddy booking list. Sara is taking names and dates for more swains."

"Fucking what now?"

"It's quite bizarre because Caleb said your actual number of discretions is fifty-two. That's one cuckolding every week with a new guy for a whole year."

"Jesus fucking Christ!"

"I'm assuming Sara will keep fucking bulls during her period of course, otherwise it will be longer than a year."

"I can't take this. For fuck's sake Emma, what should I do?"

"Leave now and file for divorce, or accept you're going to be a busy couple for a while. Imagine how much your marriage will grow because of it."

He clenched my fingers more tightly and I noticed an expression of awe, rather than disdain flicker across his face when my husband dipped his head into Sara's cunt to lick while she hung upside down. She gripped behind my husband's thighs cramming as much of his cock down her throat as possible.

I orgasmed and screamed with joy as I shuddered violently, forcing my swains head deep onto my cunt. Without intending to, I attracted attention and the applause from others around me. Gary looked up, our eyes met and he blew me a kiss, right before parading his slut around the Bull Pen while eating her pussy.

The crowd cheered and a few ladies finished their men off, swallowing copious semen rather than spitting it into the cups attached to each chair. The auditorium erupted suddenly into an orgy and it seemed the cuckolded man was no longer concerned at being the only one without a dance partner.

My pussy licking swain was unrelenting, allowing a gentle descent from orgasm ridge on the end of a slightly less earnest and wild tongue. He played with, sucked and licked my pussy lips, using his fingers to pull each wide apart before cleaning.

My husband set his lover down gently and waved at me while Sara did the same to Mike. I was shocked and impressed when the cuckold waved back, gripping my hand even more tightly, almost like I was his comfort blanket.

Sara climbed onto the bed, choosing doggy style as her favored position to achieve maximum penetration of my husband's cock inside her pussy.

"He'll fuck her really well, Mike."

"I hope so."

The words left his mouth before he had time to stop them and his head snapped sideways shooting me a horrified expression. I giggled while my swain licked my cunt harder again, aiming to send me back into orbit around the sun.

My husband lined Sara up beautifully, helping her arch the spine enough to point her slit high for the audience to enjoy. I gripped Mike's hand and nodded towards the main event.

"You should keep enjoying her hotwife ascension and see where it goes."

He nodded almost imperceptibly and turned back to watch the wife he'd cheated on, but I cared little because a delightful tongue licking my pussy was so incredibly effective, I was shimmering in a constant pre-orgasmic state.

Gary was on form, making sure everyone got a great view of the glistening, creamy, perfectly formed and shaven slit he was about to debauch. He gripped Sara's waist, and slid his cock balls deep inside, as her cuckolded husband almost squeezed the life from my fingers while half standing, cheering the couple along with everyone else.

Sara's head tossed back and she screamed, partly in shock but mostly from the awe of my husbands deep penetration inside her. When Gary withdrew his cock, the crowd went wild and several women bent over the seat in front, sucking one shaft while another fucked them from behind.

The Bull Pit auditorium smelled of heavy, heady sex as my man fucked another guy's wife and she screamed for more of his cock.

When I orgasmed for the second time, I was a shuddering, sweaty mess. Gary rammed his cock deep inside Sara with a dozen or more hard strokes while she tore the bedsheets off, burying her face in a pillow to stifle lustful screams marking her orgasm.

Gary leaned over her, gently rocking back and forth while he squirted semen deep inside her womb. He jerked in utter rapture before stretching high on tiptoes, roaring like the lion I knew him to be.

Mike turned to face me with a happy but resigned expression on his face.

"I suppose Sara told you she doesn't take birth control because I'm sterile."

"Oh fuck! You are joking, right?"

"No. I thought she might have mentioned it to you. She's ovulating right now too."

I came harder in my swains mouth just from knowing we'd been used by Sara in two regards. I didn't begrudge her the baby she must want desperately, but I wasn't sure how to explain that to my husband.