A Cuckold By Any Other Name - Part III - Sex Stories

A Cuckold By Any Other Name - Part III

John sat on the edge of the bed watching as Kate put the final touches to her lip makeup. Her favourite lipstick shade was dusky pink and he looked on as she puckered up her lips one final time. He knew that she never allowed him to kiss her just after putting her lipstick on but he still got up to hold her in his arms. She turned her cheek to allow him to kiss at least one part of her face. Her perfume was intoxicating and as always she was immaculately and seductively dressed. He dropped his hands to her sides and held her momentarily. He could feel the straps of her suspenders. “You . . . you don’t mind me going round to Frank’s, do you?” she asked him. “He really needs a hand to sort out Elle’s belongings. She’s been dead almost a year now and he’s hardly touched any of her things. He needs to sort it all out and get rid of it. He can never move on with all that stuff lying around.” John shook his head. She hugged him. “It’s very good of you letting me help him out,” she told him. “Very few husbands would be as understanding as you. I really do love you.” He ran his hands up and down her thighs momentarily. Kate reached for his groin. “I’ll have something very special for you when I return,” she told him. John groaned under her gentle squeezing. “Anything particularly that you would like me bring home for you?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye. He knew that twinkle. He also knew how suggestive she sounded. “You only have to ask,” she told him. “I would never deny you ...

... anything you desired.” John shook his head. She was already leaving him with a hard on and suggestions of better things to come. “How . . . how long will you be?” he asked her. She fondled him gently once more. “I think I should stay until Frank’s . . . well . . . finished with me,” she replied. “Helping him out, of course.” “S . . . stay as long as it takes.” A hug with a smile, followed by a gentle squeeze of his hardness and she was gone. John watched as Kate got into her car and drive away. He shook his head as the thought that he was being cuckolded entered his mind. It was almost as if he was trying to shake the thought away as the battle raged within. One part of him told him that he was imagining it all. Kate was just teasing him. She was a good wife. She would never do anything to hurt him. She was a faithful wife and anyway what did Frank have to offer her? He had a better job than Frank; more money and more prospects, why would she bother with him. He was also ten years younger. Frank was over forty so what would a woman of thirty be doing with a man of that age. If Frank was younger he could understand the sexual attraction but he wasn’t. Frank was past it now. The battle raged within. Frank though was probably more sexually experienced than him. Perhaps he had a bigger one than him as well. Perhaps he was able to give Kate more than he could. Perhaps he satisfied her in bed. And anyway, why was she going to help him out dressed like she was. He could understand ...