The Visit

Note: This story has been published before on Literotica. I'm now publishing all my English work under the name Danny Engel, so I removed the earlier version and reposted it. If it feels familiar, that's why.

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"Maybe he'll let me ride?" Valerie asked and grinned at me.

"I don't think that outsiders are allowed to ride the racehorses... and we are at their home. The horses are taken care of by trainers and whoever else. They are somewhere in a stable."

"I didn't mean the horses," she called to me and disappeared giggling into the bathroom. "I meant if he will let me ride on him!"

Of course. What else? I stupidly let her fuck another man six months ago. Not in reality, of course! That would be more than stupid. We had fantasized about it, while in reality, my dick was in her. This fantasy had been haunting me for a while. I don't know where it came from. Probably from TV. Or porn?

Spurred by my incoming orgasm, I told Valerie about it. Instead of reacting disgusted, she responded with interest. Not only that. Since then, she pushed the issue and brought almost always a second man into our bed. To my annoyance, in the last few weeks, she started telling stories about his big cock, which fucked her deeply and widened her opening. She wanted it pushed deep into her. The constant escalation scared me. I understood her allusion. I couldn't serve her with a big cock.

My hand went to my pants and directed my stiff cock to a better position. Valerie's insinuations did not remain without effect this time either. More and more she played with my feelings. It frightened me. The step from bed games to reality couldn't be reversed. But when we were in bed together and the sexy time began, it wasn't even she alone who used this fantasy. Often enough I was the guilty party myself and ran myself further into ruin. Why did something so nasty have to turn me on so much? She was my wife, I should claim her for myself alone. I shouldn't think about another man defiling her.

And now, for the first time, Valerie had brought a real man into our fantasy play. Until then her lovers had remained faceless. Their equipment had been in the foreground. But I didn't take her new escalation to serious. She was only joking. This afternoon couldn't endanger our marriage. Thomas von Voortehof was perhaps a very fuckable man from her point of view. But he was a married man. His wife Letizia would keep him in check. He posed no danger to me.

In the same way, Letizia was no danger to Valerie. I saved myself a revenge answer and withheld a comment about Thomas' hot wife. After Valerie had been allowed to enjoy herself with another man in our bed games, I had tried to bring in another woman as well. She should allow me to have a little fun as well?

I would never do this stupidity again. Close to tears, Valerie accused me, that she wasn't good enough for me. I was too confused, to be angry. I let her fuck other men in my and her mind, but I wasn't allowed to demand equal rights for me? Then suddenly I was the bad guy. I will never understand the mind of women.

"Tada!" exclaimed Valerie and presented herself in the bathroom door. She was wearing an extremely tight bikini.

"Darling, do you really think... um... that doesn't cover much."

"Oh. Afraid someone might see something, they want to take away from you," she answered boldly. She turned back and forth and presented me with her buxom bottom. Normally, Valerie was a quiet person - like me - but this Friday she was unusually excited. She walked towards me and put her arms around my neck. "Or maybe it doesn't scare you?" With these words, her right hand bravely grabbed my crotch. My cock made me groan. My wife smiled at me knowingly. I made no further objection to her clothing. "Get ready," she told me. "Time is running out."

***

Valerie and Letizia met each other a year ago in a fitness club. At first, their contact was limited to joint workouts. In time, they extended their training with a coffee. As women are, they find it difficult to put an end to their talks. I was glad, that I didn't accompany Valerie to the gym.

I had had little to do with Letizia and her husband myself. I had taken Valerie to the gym several times when her car was in the garage. That was when I had met Letizia. I had to be careful not to look at her too much. Black hair, tanned skin, and a firm bottom. In addition a beaming smile. The Playboy magazine would have loved to print her on their cover. But they didn't need that financially.

In direct comparison, Valerie seemed like an inconspicuous housewife. At least before she had met Letizia. After a shopping trip together, two or three more daring outfits found their way into her closet. My wife changed and I didn't mind. But today's short bikini had surprised me. She could be shy in public. Maybe it was because she was familiar with our hosts. Or maybe she wanted to keep up with Letizia. I wondered what she would wear. My cock twitched at the thought of being allowed to look at her in an even tighter bikini.

I had only met Thomas von Voortehof once. A very muscular man. The sight of him made it obvious, that I would be the only one in the group, who did not have a membership to a gym. With other men, Valerie might have been amused by their bald head. Instead, it seemed, like it pronounced his muscular body. Because of his height, not many could stare at his bald head from above. In any case, I couldn't do it, when we were facing each other.

We rang their doorbell. While we waited, a motorcycle roared up the driveway and parked behind our car. A man got off. I had a premonition that it would be Thomas. This was confirmed when he took off his helmet.

Finally, the door opened in front of us, and Letizia greeted us. Thomas joined us. "Do you like my machine?" he asked my wife. Valerie looked at his motorcycle. "In case you ever want to get a ride?"

"Oh, I can't..."

"Pretty passengers are always welcome."

Embarrassed, I turned my eyes away and looked at Letizia. She didn't seem to mind the invitation from her husband. With a body like that, she probably didn't need to worry about her husband looking for something better. "Come in," she asked us.

I was happy to get Thomas out of our sights. Even if it was just for a short time. We walked right through the house into the garden. There were trees to the left and right of their property, providing a generous boundary to their neighbors. High hedges completed the privacy. Here they could enjoy themselves without prying eyes. A large pool invited them to splash around. My wife wore the tight bikini to have some fun there, too.

Two weeks ago she had been here for the first time and has been raving about the house ever since. We only had an apartment. But we were currently in the market for a house. Valerie thought we could get some ideas here. I already cast a worried look at Valerie on the driveway. This was a few steps above our possibilities. She should know that too. Here we could only learn, what we couldn't afford.

"Beer?", Thomas asked me. I nodded. "And the ladies?"

"I prepared us margaritas," said Letizia.

"You're a treasure," Thomas told her and hugged his wife. He gave her a big kiss on the lips. It didn't want to end. I looked up into the air. My eyes wandered around and found my wife. She obviously didn't think it was necessary to give them a little privacy. She watched our hosts kiss, without showing any concerns. Thomas's hands grabbed his wife's buttocks and pressed her against him. Their tongues played with each other.

"I needed that," Thomas announced after the end of their little play. I looked coy into the air. Again my gaze landed on my wife. Did I discover a mischievous smile there?

"Now off to the pool," Letizia announced. "Valerie?" She started undressing before our eyes. "Valerie," Letizia repeated her request. I had to be careful not to get my eyes glued onto our host's body. My wife looked at me uncertainly. I raised my shoulders. I did not know how to deal with the von Voortehofs either. She knew them much better. Besides, under her dress, she had already prepared herself for this little pool party. "Do I have to help you first?"

"No, no", my wife fought her off. She didn't need many hand movements to free herself from her dress. Suddenly she was standing on the terrace in her bikini. Letizia stood beside her.

"Very nice... very nice," Thomas commented and examined the two women. Did his words apply to the action or the sight? Did his gaze linger too long on my wife? Valerie stood at an angle to him. He could see her from the side. I could clearly see my wife looking at him, and her nervous expression extended to an uncertain smile. "And now it's you and me!"

It took me a moment to understand that Thomas had spoken to me. He was already undressing. He unbuttoned his shirt. Out came a hardened upper body and broad shoulders.

At least I am no longer overweight, I thought. Two years ago, I was twenty pounds overweight. Instead of additional sports, I had reduced my weight by giving up many treats. But due to my low interest in any kind of sports, I couldn't muster a large amount of muscle mass. Because of our small apartment, I didn't even have to do any gardening. The thought made me wonder whether our wealthy hosts even did this kind of work themselves. They probably had a gardener and preferred the gym.

"It's time," sounded next to me. Letizia had joined me. Startled, I watched as her hands fumbled around my shirt and unbuttoned it. With difficulty, I overlooked the neckline of her full bosom. Frightened, I looked at my wife. If she saw Letizia fiddling with me like that, then... But her attention was fully turned to Thomas. That was clear to me. I could only see her back. Letizia took off my shirt. Her eyes assessed my body. Her head swayed thoughtfully back and forth. "And now drop your pants," she said to me.

This time I did not dawdle. I can't imagine if she had also taken advantage of my pants. Every moment Valerie could rediscover her husband, then she shouldn't see another woman fiddling with him. Apart from that Letizia didn't have to discover, that something was already happening in my pants. To be fair: A stunning woman held her décolleté, wrapped only in a tight bikini, right in front of my nose. Every many would have had the same problem.

I took off my shoes and let my socks follow. Dressed only in my swimming shorts, I wanted to go to Valerie. "Stay here," said Letizia and reached for my hand. I did not resist. Especially since my eyes also discovered Thomas, who was by now also almost naked. Instead of swimming shorts, he wore tight swimming trunks. The kind, that you don't see so often nowadays. At least I felt much more comfortable in my swimming shorts. "Great package", a voice whispered into my ear. Letizia had an arm around me. She left open what she meant by package. Maybe her husband as a complete package. My head, however, formed the opinion, that it was about what was arching Thomas' swimming trunks. "Valerie likes it too."

My wife stood with Thomas and sipped her margarita. She nodded at him as he spoke. She seemed thoughtful. Shy. Maybe insecure too. She had to look up to him. This only emphasized his masculine appearance more.

"And you want to go out and look for a house?" Letizia pushed herself into my field of vision. She wobbled her breasts in front of me. I couldn't tell, if this was normal for her or if there was intent behind it. But I had a hard time not to cling my gaze at them. Where my wife owned a nice handful, Letizia really offered something to pack. In addition, two small dots pressed through her bikini. Only a screeching brought me out of our conversation or rather out of the sight of her.

With big eyes I watched Thomas grab my wife with both arms. He lifted her up and carried her around with ease. His long steps led directly to the pool. With one big leap, he jumped into the water with her. "What?", I said in disbelief, while my wife was still diving back to the surface.

"They just want to play a bit," a casual Letizia told me and patted my arm. "Don't you?" I took a step towards the pool. "No, not in the pool. With us... with me."

Letizia put her left hand on my chest. With her right index finger, she drew a trail across my chest. I looked fearful at my wife. I only saw her back. With it, she leaned against the edge of the pool. Thomas pressed her against it. He was even closer to her than Letizia was to me. Letizia changed that and pushed closer to me. She pressed her body against me. Her breast pushed against me. Her legs stood to the left and right of me - as if she didn't want to let me escape.

"She told me about your ideas... your dreams," Letizia said.

"What?"

"Her with another man... mmm... a beautiful image."

"What... no," I said in astonishment. I couldn't tell, to what my ›no‹ was referring to. It was true. I had brought the game of Letizia playing with other men into our bed. But this here wasn't just hot sexy talk. A few meters away from me... a few meters away from me. No!

They were kissing! My wife kissed another man!

I was trembling. Frozen in place, I watched my wife losing herself in the kiss. Was this real? A scratching brought me back. I looked down at myself. Letizia played with a fingernail around my nipples. They seemed to have stood up too, probably in shock of the events before my eyes.

"Mmm", Letizia growled and sounded very satisfied. "You'll have to decide soon." Her hand left my chest and moved deeper. Her only goal could be my bathing trunks.

Decide? Does she... should I?

I looked twice briefly at Thomas and my wife. Each time their kisses seemed to have become hotter. I had the impression that Thomas was keeping an eye on me and his wife. But that also meant that he did not object to what we were doing here. Or more precisely, what Letizia was doing to me. With all his strength he lifted my Valerie out of the water. She was sitting on the edge of the pool. He pulled on her bikini. My wife giggled and crossed her arms in front of her upper body. I suspected that her breasts were now naked in front of him. Thomas's hands grabbed her by her wrists and took away her last protection. This was confirmed when Valerie turned to me. While Thomas looked at her breasts, we looked at each other.

"What is the decision?" Letizia whispered into my ear. Her hand had moved from my chest down between my legs. Instead of my eagerly awaiting penis, she massaged my inner thighs. "Should my Thomas fuck your Valerie? Fuck her good and proper?"

Letizia turned around my body. From behind, she pressed her breasts against my back. A hand reached around my upper body. Her second hand waited between my legs. She constantly changed her position. She even rubbed over my swimming shorts and made my cock cheer prematurely in anticipation of her arrival. But her path led away from him again. She only danced around him. I would have loved to fuck Letizia and get her big breasts to swing wildly around. In contrast to my wife, she would certainly be able to make a great titty fuck without any problems. That would be awesome. One should still be allowed to dream. Even my wife couldn't blame me for that. At least as long as she didn't know about it.

"Dennis", urged Letizia. It took me a moment to remember what this was all about. The decision.

"I... mmm..."

"Yeah?"

"I... mmm... ohh. Suddenly and unexpectedly, her hand had gripped my shorts. She touched my cock through them. She wrapped it around me as best she could. "Uhh."

"You wanted it first, didn't you? A big gorgeous cock inside your wife. And she loved your dream. It will go deep inside your Valerie. Where your little man will never get to go."

I was fine with her talking up her husband's skills. Even though we hadn't seen his best piece yet. But did she have to degrade my penis like that?

"He will show her a whole new world," Letizia continued unperturbed. "We don't have to kid ourselves about that. I have your cock in my hand here and I know my husband's cock pretty well. He's already had me in every hole. Once won't be enough for her. Yours won't be enough for her anymore."

"No... I..."

"Dennis... Dennis," she placated me. "You made the beginning. You have brought other men into your bed. She told me everything. Sometimes life brings the right people together. We are exactly what you needed. What Valerie needed. A big dick for your wife and a couple that understands what man like you need."

"Uhh," I moaned. Her hand massaged my dick. "And what is that?"

"A strong bull for your wife," she whispered into my ear. I couldn't see her face, but in my imagination, there was a big grin.

This is going in the wrong direction. This was supposed to be a simple pool party between two couples, who might soon become good friends. And now they don't want to stop my Valerie... uh...

Through my swimming shorts, Letizia grabbed my cock even tighter. Masturbated it a little bit. "Time to get rid of this unnecessary stuff," Letizia said. Her hand left me. I could think a little clearer again. Through glassy eyes, I noticed that my wife had stepped out of the pool. She had taken off her bikini bottoms. She was now standing completely naked in front of another man. Thomas's hands were over her shoulders. He kissed her. Her breasts pressed against him. Valerie's legs seemed to tremble. I watched her go down. On her knees, crouching before Thomas. Right in front of her was his supposedly big package, still wrapped in his bathing trunks.

"Now you have to accept her decision," Letizia commented rather carelessly. "She did it for you. You have nothing more to say."

What the hell. I'm her husband. Of course, I have a say in it... of course to a reasonable degree. We aren't in the Middle Ages anymore and Valerie has a mind of her own. But does she still use it?

"Pull them down," Thomas told my wife. For the first time in a long time, he spoke so loudly, that I could understand him. Hesitantly but steadily my wife followed his request. Almost at the same time, I felt on my own legs something being pulled down. Letizia knelt behind me and pulled my swimming shorts with a last tug down. I ignored it. My eyes were fixed on the way Thomas's penis jumped into freedom.

It will never fit, was my first thought. His swimming trunks had already given me a hint, now it turned out that Thomas von Voortehof was indeed extremely well equipped. Besides his length, the girth of his cook was even more astounding.

If that thing bores itself into my wife... did I really... no... no... no... that... how will she ever feel me again... we should not... I must...

But how could I stop this now? We were already so far into it. My fantasy could become true. I looked around in a slight panic.

"A decent cock - right? Envious? What he can do to your Valerie, what you..." Letizia seemed to have unerringly guessed my thoughts. Or she simply had the same perverse thoughts in her head. She walked around me. Her gaze was directed at my penis. For me, on the other hand, she was again the center of my attention. My cock twitched. Even Letizia was naked now. I looked at her body uninhibitedly. Her breasts. Her hairless pubic area. I wanted to stick my dick into her. My cock was throbbing at the thought.

"There's the show," Letizia commented provocatively dry. With her index finger under my chin, she turned my head towards Thomas and my wife. Valerie supported herself on him with her hands. His hands held her head. Had entwined themselves into her hair. Together they looked at me. Almost as if they were waiting. My spectator role seemed to be the starting signal. Thomas grinned and led my wife's lips to his cock. He pressed a few inches of his thick cock into her. Fuck! "And there's your little man," Letizia commented, looking down. "Is he still growing? You don't have to be afraid... well... maybe a little."

She grabbed my cock and masturbated me a few times. But then she only held it tightly and rubbed her thumb carefully over my glans. Her gaze turned back to her husband and my wife. I followed her example.

"Turn around... lie down," Thomas told my wife. She followed his request surprisingly fast. She lay naked on the terrace floor. Thomas knelt down between her legs and licked a few times over her slit. Then he let go of her. But his cock came dangerously close to her opening. I expected him to push into her. I had lost. I would no longer be the only man for my wife. Would probably never be again after this experience. But that did not happen. Instead, Thomas leaned down and kissed Valerie. I thought I saw him whisper something to her. Valerie answered this with uncertain and frantic looks at me. "Are you going to do it?", Thomas said louder. My wife looked at me, then at him again. She nodded. "Go ahead."

Again Valerie looked at me. "Dennis," she said in a trembling voice.

"Yes," I croaked.

"Thomas wants me... wants to stick his big cock inside me... fuck me deep... will you allow him to do that?"

We haven't been here that long. Within half an hour this evening had escalated in an unexpected direction. "The decision has already been made," Letizia whispered into my ear. Her hand gripped even tighter. It was an arousing pain. "You want it... you've been working towards it for months."

My head was spinning. I looked into the face of Letizia, who was grinning a little too nastily. She seemed to be very satisfied with herself. She was only too happy to rub my nose in the fact, that I had brought such thoughts into my marriage. Valerie must have told her every small detail. Damn women and their gossip.

Or was it a stroke of luck? Did it enable us to live out these desires unexpectedly? Letizia rubbed my glans again. I groaned mutely into myself.

I looked back at my wife. She and Dennis were still waiting for my answer. All eyes were on me. Why did they even need my consent? Basically, the decision seemed to have already been made. After all, his dick had already been in her mouth -- and Letizia had played with my cock. But with every second it became clear, that it was up to me.

"Dennis", Thomas asked me. His cock hovered majestically over my wife. Her slit was waiting wet and slightly open in front of him. My wife was ready for him. She wanted to feel him inside her. I nodded. Nothing happened. I nodded a second time. This time a little stronger. She had to notice that. But Thomas was still staring at me. "You must say it," he told me. "Loud and clear. What do you want?"

His self-satisfied face made it clear that he enjoyed this. A faint giggle from Letizia suggested something similar. My wife, on the other hand, looked at me more pleadingly. My cock signaled something similar. Letizia's finger distributed the first pre-cum over him in a painfully lustful way.

"Okay", I brought out surprisingly heavy breathing.

"What okay?", Letizia asked me. In her voice was already the anticipation of a big win.

"He... Thomas can take my Valerie..."

"Yeah?"

"Fuck... fuck... fuck... put it in her already. Fuck her!"

With a staring gaze, I watched as Thomas inserted his cock into my wife. He took his time. Centimeter by centimeter the opening of my wife devoured his long snake. In between, he pulled it out a little bit and stabbed it with a swing deeper into her. Their fucking movements got stronger and Thomas was soon completely inside my wife.

Letizia pushed me with her hand on my cock on a two-seater. She sat down beside me. Her hand left my penis. Instead, she grabbed my right hand and put it around my cock. "Now you can take over by yourself," she told me unmoved.

She showed no fear of contact. But at that moment it was already almost clear to me, that I could give up my hopes. My wife would enjoy herself with Thomas. The same would probably not be granted to me with Letizia. This had not played a role in our bedtime conversations of the past months. My wife would not allow me to do that anyway. It was a miracle, that she had not yet exploded in the face of Letizia's numerous intimate touches, and now she was otherwise occupied anyway.

At a distance of about four meters from us, they fucked wildly. For Thomas and Valerie, we seemed to no longer exist. My wife let us participate loudly in her lust. I had never heard her so loud during sex before. Was it Thomas' giant's fault?

My hand wrapped around my penis. I masturbated slowly, but steadily and uninhibitedly. A quick glance from the side revealed to me that a hand of Letizia was also between her legs. Another sign that I wasn't needed. Or wasn't even wanted either. That hurt and yet it also pumped more blood into my penis. I would not last long.

But I wasn't the first to come. That was clearly my wife. "Yeah... fuck me... yeah... ohhhh... so good... he... he... he fills me up... so far... oohhh... yeah." Valerie shrieked and came. For half a minute she was marked by wild twitches. Then I also came. Several large splashes flew from my cock to the ground. One landed on my left leg.

I leaned back and closed my eyes. For a moment I heard nothing. It was also quiet on the pool floor. Kissing noises brought me back. Valerie and Thomas kissed each other. His cock was still stuck inside her. He had stopped fucking for the moment.

With my orgasm, all desire had left me. It was replaced by sanity. I had a strong feeling, that we should go home. We had just done some very big nonsense here. The kind that could break up a marriage. But how could I have communicated that? I couldn't possibly just say it. Letizia put her legs over me and moved closer. That made me her prisoner again and I got an easy way out, to postpone a decision.

Thomas stood up and helped my wife up, too. He wrapped one hand around her. He led her in our direction. Valerie's nipples stood far off. Her cheeks were slightly reddened. But what struck me most was her still slightly ajar opening. The traces Thomas had left behind only slowly receded. A white foam peeked out. He had injected deeply into her. Now the mixture of my wife's juice and his sperm slowly came out.

Nervously and expectantly I looked at my wife. Our eyes met. But they did not stop. Thomas led them on. They went into the house. I looked irritated at Letizia. I had expected the end of the games. "It would be unfair if she was only allowed once. Now that she was finally fucked by a thick cock - by a real man. What do you think? How does your little one feel about it?"

The question wasn't directed at me. At least not to my face. She grabbed my dick and wagged it around to her words. Embarrassed, I watched as she made my little powerhouse swell again. But its length remained the same. Could I still be enough for Valerie after this experience? What had I done?

The guilt was lying hard on my shoulders. I didn't try to push it onto my wife. After all, I had introduced this idea into our bedroom. What an idiot had I been? Our life would never be the same again. I was sure of that.

***

Letizia's legs blocked my way to freedom. I didn't try to free myself either. She had sat back and taken in the sun. Her eyes were closed. I took the opportunity to admire her body. Her breasts were magnificent. She didn't have any tan lines. Apparently, she regularly tanned naked. I would have loved to grab them. Just once I wanted to weigh her breasts in my two hands at the same time. That had to be a wonderful tingling feeling. But I had a strong hunch that my hands weren't wanted.

Without me noticing, she opened her eyes. "They are beautiful, aren't they?", she asked me and pointed with her chin to her bosom.

"Yes", I croaked.

"If you're good, you may touch them soon. Maybe even more. Are you good with your tongue?"

"Uh", I just brought out, like an idiot, and starred at her with huge eyes. Letizia laughed out loud. Still, I was sure she meant it. She got up and poured herself a new margarita. After a quick look at me, she brought one to me too. This time she sat down on the opposite side of me. She didn't bother to hide her splendor.

"You have to understand," she said and took a break to think. "You have not lost your wife. At least not completely. A marriage is a contract and yours is being renegotiated. She loves you, but..."

"But I don't offer her enough?"

"You are a fast learner," she replied gleefully and looked between my legs. She had misunderstood me. I didn't mean my equipment down there. At least I thought I didn't mean that. "You will be a good cuckold."

I knew the word. I had stumbled across it on the Internet. That's what they called men who shared their wives with others. That wasn't me. Not at all. I wasn't one of those...

Damn... I am a Cuckold. My wife is having fun with another man, while I sit here with a half stiff cock and admire a naked woman.

It would have been easy to end my status as a cuckold. All I had to do would have been to do the same to my wife. If I would also enjoy myself with another partner, we would be in some kind of an open relationship. Or a unique adventure. After all, Letizia had just hinted that she would let me have my way with her. She didn't offer me to fuck her, but you could take it as some sort of sexual relationship if she let me press my tongue against her slit. Then I could not be called a cuckold anymore. Right?

"Get your dick in your hand," she told me. Hesitantly I followed her instruction. Letizia smiled satisfied. "Now masturbate with me." With her words, she didn't mean that she also satisfied herself. With one hand she masturbated an imaginary tail between her legs. I should just follow her pace. This was agonizingly slow. If I had masturbated at my speed, I would probably have been able to cum on her terrace floor a second time within a very short time.

After five minutes Letizia got up. She knelt in front of me and took a close-up look at my cock. I was embarrassed. I should have stopped masturbating. But I could not. I wanted more. "It's quite nice... if only it were bigger," she commented. "But that would be a pity too."

Her hands stroked over my thighs to my cock. She took it out of my hand. She masturbated me slowly. For five minutes she played around with my cock. She took her time. I enjoyed the foreign touch, no matter how painfully slow it was. "Come", she asked me and stood up. She pulled me up by one arm. Finally, we followed my wife and Thomas into the house.

I didn't even have to prick up my ears. Already on the first few meters, I heard the pointed screams of my Valerie. We walked up the stairs to meet the cries of lust. One door stood open. It was just a little crack. Letizia stopped there with me and gave me a look.

Valerie was sitting on Thomas. Wildly she rode on his cock. Her little breasts bounced around. For her, there seemed to be nothing else in the world at that moment. Her husband was forgotten. Only the big cock and her lust to be satisfied existed.

Letizia reached for my penis. She pulled at it and led me away from this disturbing sight. One room away was another bedroom. In comparison, it was much smaller. While the couple next door was probably enjoying themselves in the marriage bed of our hosts, we were in one of the guest rooms.

"Lie down." Of course, I obeyed that request immediately. Whatever happened now, I expected to get my money's worth in some way. I felt confirmed when Letizia crawled on top of me. Consciously, she lowered her upper body. Her hard nipples brushed across my chest. She grinned. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. I admonished myself to be careful, but when she pressed her lips to my neck and started sucking, it was quickly forgotten. Maybe I had misjudged the situation after all and I was in for more fun than expected?

Starting from my neck her lips kissed a trail to my ears. From there, her way led further to my lips. She kissed me. For the first time in years, another woman pressed her tongue into my mouth. My cock pulsed joyfully over the physical contact, while at the same time the cries of pleasure of my wife sounded in my ears through two open doors.

Letizia reached for my hands and led them over my head. Her breasts massaged my chest. Her vulva pressed over my cock. I moaned. Soon I would cum, even without a fuck. I already somehow deep in my mind perceived what she was doing. I felt how ties found their way around my wrists. But in my ecstasy I ignored it. I would deal with that in a moment. First I wanted to come.

"Letizia," I groaned as she sat up on me. I wanted to follow her with my hands and finally grab her tits. Feel their weight and play around her nipples with my fingers. But their path was suddenly interrupted. There was no forward anymore. I looked left and right of my head. She had tied me to the bed.

She lay down beside me. At least her bosom pressed itself against me again. With one hand she reached for my cock. I looked at her reproachfully. "What is this?", I asked.

She didn't answer. Instead, she masturbated me faster and faster. Soon my situation was forgotten and I was close to an orgasm. I moaned and turned back and forth. But before I could come, Letizia's hand left me. My penis was swinging helplessly in the air. Only with a big effort, I could prevent a disappointed groan. She didn't need to know how much she had me in her hand.

Letizia reached for a remote control. In front of us on the wall hung a huge television. She turned it on and changed the program. It took me a moment to understand what I was watching. She allowed me to look into the other bedroom. A camera recorded my wife and Thomas. "What? You can't..."

"We can," Letizia interrupted me. "Valerie agreed to it."

I fell silent. I could hardly imagine, what would happen, if such a video came out. It would destroy my wife. I didn't doubt that. She would never agree to such a thing. Would she? How good might the persuasion of a big and tempting cock work on her? My own excitement had led me into this bondage. Instead of screaming out loud, I had just let myself be led almost to orgasm.

"If you're a good cuckold, you won't go home without an orgasm," Letizia explained. "But you will have to learn a lot before that. I have dedicated myself to this task. If there must be men with... such short cocks, then someone should have fun with them. «

"And that's you?" I asked, a little scornfully.

"Exactly," she replied unimpressed. "I'm sure, you aren't completely useless. Many Cuckolds have excellent tongue skills. Probably because your kind has to compensate for your other shortcomings."

"I have always been enough for my Valerie. We have a good sex life."

"And yet you had to bring in another man into your bed. You must have felt deep down that you weren't enough."

I had no doubts, that this stupidity would chase me for the rest of my life. I couldn't argue against her points either.

Letizia played with my cock again, but only very slowly. Almost lost in thought. We both looked at the TV. The wild fucking had stopped for the moment. Maybe Thomas had come another time. Instead, they kissed and stroked each other now. My wife lay next to Thomas. She held his semi-rigid cock in her hand. They talked to each other, but we still had no sound. In contrast to her pointed cries of pleasure, her conversations didn't penetrate through the two open doors to us. So I could only assume that Valerie was expressing her admiration for this magnificent cock. We watched silently for a while. Letizia's hand left my cock no other choice than to continue longing for relief.

"Isn't it wonderful? Every woman should have the opportunity to feel such a cock regularly," Letizia commented. Of course, when she emphasized its size, she automatically said that I had less to offer. That I wasn't enough for my wife. I didn't necessarily see it that way. My wife and I had spent many pleasant hours in bed. I had had a lot of fun. Valerie had had plenty of orgasms.

Admittedly - she never screamed as loud as she did that day with Thomas. But maybe it was more about pain? Surely such a big cock can't just be fun?

Fuck. You idiot. Tell yourself what you want. She loves this dick. Look at the way she holds it. Caressing it tenderly. Trying to grasp it with both hands, because one fucking hand isn't enough! You won't be enough for her anymore! Idiot...

I alternated between two completely different emotional worlds. I hated to see my wife enjoying herself with this man. How she obviously enjoyed the fact that he could offer her a superior penis. But then there were other moments. Again and again, Letizia brought my excitement close to orgasm. At these moments, completely different feelings ruled my world. Lust dominated me. My wife should ride Thomas's cock again, and at the same time, Letizia should finally let me come. Valerie and I could reach our climax together.

"Look at her slit. Doesn't it look slightly open? Will it ever feel the same to you again? And then the sperm. How many times has he come into her now? At least twice? I hope she's on the pill?"

I had not thought about contraception until now. But we were lucky. So far we had only discussed children. She was still taking the pill.

Letizia turned to me. Her hand masturbated me again close to an orgasm. I wanted to keep this from her as much as possible, but she seemed to read me very well. Maybe I wasn't the first man who found himself in this position? "How good are your tongue skills?" she asked me. "Maybe we can make a deal? Your tongue between my legs and my hand between yours. Until orgasm, of course. I am not a bitch after all. You want to come, don't you?"

She didn't say these words at a random moment. Once again, she had brought me near an orgasm but stopped just short of letting me come. At that moment I needed very few things more than an orgasm. Had my hands not been tied, nothing would have stopped me from doing it myself in seconds. But she had other plans for me. "Oooh... please", I begged. Of course, I was annoyed by these words. Whimpering for my release. But the desire for it was far greater. She knew how to manipulate me. That spoke once again for her experience.

Letizia acknowledged my reaction with a satisfied grin. She looked at the television. My wife kissed her husband. Her hand played around his stiff cock. He was waiting for the next round. "I'm going over there now," Letizia said. "But not for long. Your wife will have to watch me having a nice and quick fuck. After all, he is my husband. I mean, this thing, it's just not enough." She held my cock between two fingers. "When I come back, I want you to lick me. If you do that, you may come. I will masturbate you myself. You may even feel my lips, but you'll have to do a very good job for that privilege."

She stood up. Once again she presented her bosom to me. How I would have loved to enjoy myself with these two big things for a while. I had to have a piece of this woman. I would settle for being allowed to lick her. I would have done that even without the promised orgasm. Letizia von Voortehof had a very dominant personality. As I learned in the last two hours, she knew how to use it.

She left the guest room with a wiggly bottom. A moment later she already entered the master bedroom. Valerie didn't even try to hide her naked body. They talked to each other. While I could watch them on the TV, the sound was still turned off.

In contrast to my wife, Letizia very consciously directed herself towards the camera. In an unobserved moment, she even gave me a small wink. She knew where the camera was and gave me some troubling thoughts. Maybe she had lied to me and Valerie didn't know about the camera after all? Shouldn't she have been embarrassed and looked insecurely into the camera at least once? But that didn't matter much at that moment. We had sunk too deep into this game.

Valerie and Letizia got along well. I almost want to say - too well. My wife stood up. Letizia took her in her arms. On the television, I could watch two naked women's bodies pressed against each other. Then they kissed. My cock was now ready to shoot even without a helping hand. Only the trigger was missing. That my wife had to deal with a strange cock, was my responsibility. But that she now also kissed a woman and stroked a female body wasn't my idea. Not that I planned to complain about it.

Letizia stepped on her husband. The riding position seemed to be heavily in vogue. My wife had already been enjoying this one with Thomas for a while. But Letizia's bouncing breasts made the position even more interesting. Furthermore, I could observe how his cock penetrated deep inside her again and again. It was the perfect position for the camera.

It became a pretty wild ride. Valerie had brought Thomas close to an orgasm. Now his wife pushed him fast and deep inside her. Maybe the lesbian games had also turned him on. I couldn't get the pictures of it out of my memory.

It didn't take long and Thomas squirted once more. Maybe his third time? Fourth time at most. I wasn't sure. The man had stamina, I had to admit that.

Letizia kissed her husband and then took as much time for my wife. She ran to the door, wobbling. For me, she threw one last grin into the camera. My gaze went to the door. My wife and Thomas were forgotten. There she appeared a second later.

Confident and without words she came through the door and climbed onto the bed. Without stopping she swung one leg over my body and kneeled over my upper body.

"And now your great moment has come," she commented. I looked between her legs and then, irritated, looked up at her. Not without noticing her breasts again. Her nipples were hard.

"Letizia," I brought out breathing heavily. My head turned red for sure. I could guess what she would ask next. That was finally something, that was too perverse for me. She didn't answer immediately, but bent backward and grabbed my cock. For fifteen seconds she jerked me off and inevitably made me moan. My excitement continued to build up. Each time it became a little more. Even my fear didn't change that.

"Don't make such a fuss. That's what Cuckolds do. They lick the sperm of real men out of their wife's cunts." Letizia had said very directly and strikingly what I was currently having my problem with. It wasn't as if somewhere deep inside her there was a little bit of her husband's sperm waiting. Right at her opening, I saw a big glop of milky fluid.

I could not do that. It was too humiliating. Too perverse. What would my wife think of me when she found out about this? Impossible! "Letizia," I whined.

"You wanted to be cuckolded. You brought other men into your bed. Now live with the consequences."

That almost sounded angry. For a moment, I expected her to just push her wet cunt into my face. Instead, she turned around on me. Her slit was now hanging over my face, waiting. She grabbed my dick. Immediately she started to masturbate me. I was completely blown away when her tongue touched my glans. If the shackles hadn't prevented me from doing so, I would have been standing vertically in bed.

I let my excitement run free. I dismantled every barrier and released all fire into my cock. Too late I realized that once again I was just a toy for her. Once again she was just playing with me. Let my lust run higher and higher. After what felt like an eternity she interrupted her play for a moment. "You know what you have to do if you want to come." I shivered and clenched my fists.

I can't do that. Absolutely impossible! Uhhh. No. This is from another man... ooh... why does she still have to know when I'm just short of coming? Why can't she miss the signs just once? Just one time would be enough. What a beast!

I tried to fuck her fingers with my cock. All just to feel a little more. To come at last. This long going pleasure was something wonderful. It deserved to be lived out. It shouldn't end without an orgasm. It was a wonderfully perverse lust. I had never been so aroused in my life. She used me, played me like an instrument, obviously by a connoisseur of this kind of lust, and I liked it. I liked it like nothing before in my life. I was so close to an orgasm and in some cruel way, I had it in my own hands to get it. I only had to accept a little humiliation.

Fuck you!

Without much ceremony, I clenched my lips into her slit. Like a madman, I started to lick her. I felt slimy and salty drops on my tongue. Only a little bit at first. Then suddenly a lot. Later I noticed that a big drop had run into my mouth.

Now it doesn't matter anymore... and my cock is so incredibly horny. He doesn't care about this perversion anyway... maybe he even likes it.

"Uhh... mmm." Letizia had immediately started to take care of my cock more intensively. This time she had to let me come.

"Lick my pussy clean - you little perverted cuckold!", cried a delighted Letizia. So loud that I was afraid she would be heard in the other bedroom. She had me right where she wanted me all this time. Ever since I entered this damn house.

"Now let me come at last," I said angrily. She was still playing with me. Maybe she wanted to come first? Desperately, I pushed my tongue deeper into her. I used it to bring out the last sperm. Now she had to honor her word and let me finally erupt in one of the biggest orgasms of my life.

Then suddenly her thighs left me. My eyes were surprised by the light. I squeezed them shut. When I opened them again, I looked shocked at Thomas and my wife. Stunned, I looked at the television. It was still on. But it showed no more people. Just an empty bedroom. They were standing in the doorway and watching me. For how long?

Thomas stood behind my wife. His hands grasped her breasts and kneaded them. His lips sucked at her neck. She liked that. Back when we started dating she had often allowed me to do that myself. These days she didn't want to risk any more treacherous hickeys. But Thomas seemed to be different.

"Come," Letizia asked her from between my legs. One hand held my stiff cock enclosed. He had quickly recovered from the shock. "Get on him."

Nervously, my wife looked at me. She exchanged a look with Letizia. She nodded her head in agreement. My wife climbed on top of me. Like Letizia before her, her thighs framed my face. The only difference was that she looked the other way. Away from my cock. With her hands, she leaned against the wall. Her eyes looked down at me.

"Uhh", came over my lips in surprise. Letizia's tongue played with my glans. The next moment she sucked my cock into her. It was wonderful.

Valerie held her breasts. She looked at me longingly. She wanted me to do it. Her wet slit hung just above my lips. Just like Letizia a moment ago. She could have just lowered them. I couldn't have fought back. Didn't even want it with the lips around my cock. I would greedily plunge into her. Finally, accept what this meant. I was a cuckold.

But I had to overcome a lot. This was my wife. I wanted to be respected by her. What did she think of this? Of course, it was she who had put me in this position and was now waiting for my reaction. But maybe it was also the last test? I shouldn't do it. We had reached our limit.

A hand crawled out from between my wife's legs. It grabbed my chin. Startled, I pushed my head into the bed. The red fingernails belonged to Letizia. With one finger she ventured further. It circled my lips. I could still feel her lips on my cock. So she had to stretch and work her way almost blindly between my wife's legs to get to me.

Speechless I watched as her hand turned and lifted. With her index finger, she once passed through my wife's opening. I could see how the slime lay around her finger. From there her hand came back. I wanted to turn my head to the side. But my wife's hands had settled on my hair. Not so powerful that I could not have freed myself. I looked up at her. Hands were tugging at my wrists. My arms were freed. I was a free man again. Now I could have really fought back. My wife might have a fit body, but still, I was sure that I could have grabbed her and thrown her off me. But I remained motionless.

Valerie looked at me. The excitement was written all over her face. She wanted her husband to do this. "Valerie," I said softly.

"Dennis", was her hoarse answer. But the love in this word echoed clearly to me. Her hand had left my hair. She stroked my cheek. In front of my lips waited Letizia's finger. I opened my lips and lifted my head. Very slowly I took the finger into my mouth, pressed my lips around it, and licked it off. The salty taste I already knew was clear. The familiar taste of my wife was mixed with it. Letizia's hand retreated. My wife wagged her thighs in a challenging way. I grabbed her buttocks and pushed them towards me. I buried my lips in her and sucked deeply. Her juices rushed into me.

While I satisfied my wife, Letizia concentrated entirely on my cock. At last! I squirted. That didn't stop me. I licked my wife like a savage. Letizia let go of my cock only briefly. Soon she sucked it back into herself. I got hard a second time.

Valerie pushed herself down. My cock was grabbed by one hand and led into her opening. Slowly my wife let herself down and sunk my cock into her. Of course without any problems. She wasn't only wet but also freshly stretched by Thomas. Still, her ride on me felt wonderful. I could still feel her, I noticed almost relieved.

She bent down to me and kissed me. She pushed her tongue wildly into me. "I love you," she gasped to my relief.