Sketches of a Cuckold

Part 1

I am a cuckold without a cage. My hotwife insists I be present when she meets her lovers. She claims it magnifies her pleasure if I stroke myself and do not cum watching her perform. The more I ride the edge, the more intense her orgasm. Should I have and accident, she spanks me.

We are in the living room waiting for her lover. She wears only a black kimono matching her long hair and eyes. She is Mediterranean hot, olive skin, full breasts, exquisite ankles and feet, toenails painted red. Her entire body shimmers strength and vitality. I am stiff and hard.

Staring at me directly, liquid eyes shining, she shifts her hips slightly, and draws her fingers through her naked vagina. She is very wet. I am leaking pre-cum.

His name is Jeff, her trainer at the gym and ten years younger. He nods at me and goes immediately to her, kissing her on the mouth. Bringing up her legs, she spreads her thighs inviting him in. He opens her glistening pussy with his fingers and sucks her clit. As her eyes roll up, she claws his taut, muscular body. He caresses her breasts and pinches her nipples. I can see the juices ooze between her legs. He drops his pants. His substantial, erect cock curves up, just the way she likes it. He rubs it over her pussy lips and moves in. She gasps and they begin a slow, twisting pelvic dance together that I can not resist. My pants are wet with pre-cum. All three of are swirling, intensifying together. She screams as he releases into her, and I lose it in my underwear.

The only sound now is our heavy breathing. Jeff stands up, pulls on his pants and kisses my wife again. She strokes his face and says, "I'll see you again soon, my darling," and waves goodbye.

Looking at me, she notices my condition. "Undress and lay across my lap and take your punishment," she orders.

Sheepishly, I obey. She spreads her thighs a bit to accommodate my cock and balls, and closes them. Then, she raises her leather paddle and spanks my ass hard, while squeezing every last drop of cum out of me with her thighs. In the midst of my pain, I beg her to stop.

Her face is set with determination. "Not until I help you learn your place!" she exclaims.

Part 2

We are seated at the bar of our favorite pub. She is wearing a black, knee-length skirt, slit on the right side revealing her lithe, toned leg all the way from the tasteful, hotwife anklet to mid thigh. Her white blouse is open enough to show the cleavage of her perfect breasts. Heads turn. She holds my hand, sipping her drink.

Smiling, looking like a professional wrestler, he takes the stool next to her. As she turn to him, he places his hand on her knee. She shivers slightly, and I know she wants him.

"Let's go home," she says to me.

"I'll follow you there," he says.

In the driveway, she tells me, "I'll take him upstairs to bed. You stay downstairs on the couch."

"Ok," I reply.

He comes to her side of the car and opens the door. We go in the house. She points me to the living room. Leading him upstairs, glancing over her shoulder, she says to me, "Don't you dare cum."

It's not long before I hear our bed creaking, his balls slapping her pussy, and the rising crescendo of her moans reaching a shrieking climax. Then another. And another. And another. Finally, silence.

The toilet flushes. She descends the stairs gingerly trying to flatten her skirt, but I see his creamy cum dripping down the inside of both legs to her pretty feet. Her blouse is askew, her dark hair disheveled, and lipstick smeared.

He follows. She glances at me. We go into the kitchen. He tucks in his shirt and fastens his belt, preparing to leave. She plasters herself against him, clutching through his pants the still stiff, huge cock. "I WANT YOU TO BE MY BULL!" she declares.

He bends her over the counter, "Lift her skirt," he gestures to me.

With one, slow, fluid stroke, he buries all of himself into her, pounding relentlessly her swollen, red pussy. She screams long, lingering wales as he, shouting, empties himself completely, his stuff spilling out to the floor.

They are shaking out of control. Laying face down covering her back, he calms them both. He whispers in her ear, "I'll call you when I want you," Then, gets up and departs. She whimpers

Slowly, she sits up. "I'm a mess," she says, dazed.

I fetch a soft, warm washcloth and, carefully and lovingly, clean between her legs to the undersides of her feet, and the floor. She kisses me tenderly on the mouth.

"I love you," she says.

Part 3

I am Boyd, and Marie is my hotwife. We are professors at the university. The young man sitting next to her on the couch is James, a former student. He took all of her courses, became her favorite, and now is a public high school teacher. She has wanted him for a long time. After meeting him accidentally today on campus, she purposely revealed her hotwife anklet. He noticed, and she brought him home. I am in my chair watching.

Turning to James, Marie asks, "What brought you to the university today, my dear?"

"I was hoping to run into you."

"And so you have."

"But I'm uncomfortable being with you while your husband is sitting in front of us."

"Don't be. I do nothing unless he is nearby. Ignore him."

"I can go to my study," I suggest.

"Stay!" she orders.

Marie pauses. "Now, let's begin again, Why are you here, James?"

He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and blurts out, "You have no idea how much in class I hung on your every word, as well as your body."

"Oh, I think I do, my dear"

"How?" he wonders incredulous.

"Your sharp, sensitive intellect and strong, athletic body made me wet, especially when you tried to come on to me a couple of times."

"I didn't think you cared."

Putting her hand on his knee, "Well, now you know. And are you going to do anything about it?"

James gulps. "What? In your living room?"

"No. In my bed. Follow me," gesturing I that come also.

Unbuttoning her blouse on the edge of the bed and raising her skirt, she indicates I unfasten and remove her bra, then motions me to the seat in the corner. She offers her breasts to James.

He is shaking. "Oh my God, they're beautiful! I could only dream about this in class."

"Don't be so nervous. Go ahead, touch them. Today, they are all yours. You must have done this before with girls."

"Yes, but they weren't You."

Marie unzips his pants and discovers his good-sized, perfectly shaped penis. Admiring its large head in her hand, "I always wondered about this too. Ah yes, it will do just fine."

"Are we really going to make love?" he asks.

"Of course. Why not?"

James goes limp.

"What's wrong, my dear?"

"My forever fantasy is coming true and I'm having trouble dealing with it."

Marie laughs. "Relax. Let's just enjoy each other," taking his cock in her mouth, sucking and licking its large, lollipop head making him hard again.

"You used to play a great trumpet in the band. Now play it on me," she jokes.

"What, triple tonguing?" he counters.

"Oh, yeah!"

He finds her clit. She goes crazy. They laugh hysterically.

When they recover, "You can do more that," she says quietly, smacking his bottom playfully, and carefully placing his throbbing penis on her warm, wet vagina.

He realizes he's being challenged and no longer seems to know or care I am in the room, as he goes for my wife. Exploring her soft, swollen folds with his cock, she murmurs, "Fuck me, James. Make me cum in front of my husband."

Slowly, he moves inside her all the way, and gasps. Overcome, he is thrusts for release.

"Whoa!" she shouts, whacking his ass. "Slow down, Tiger."

He lets up.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, or me. Let's get this right. We've waited a long time."

He adjusts his pace to suit her. Then, feels the contractions around him. He is on the brink.

She pushes. He holds steady, and her whole body washes over him. He explodes. She screams. Both cry out in relief. I am engorged and dripping.

Astonished, gathering himself together, James asks, "What was that?"

Buttoning her blouse, "Our connection," Marie answers, smiling.

"I am speechless," he responds, kissing her mouth, and turns to leave.

"Remember me," she says, blowing him a kiss.

"How could I forget?" he says through the door, beaming like a schoolboy which, in a way, he is.

"So, you finally got it done," I observe from my corner, tucking back in my cock and balls.

"Finally," she adds, looking at me. "But," tweaking my nose, "maybe it's only the beginning, my love."