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

A Cuckold By Any Other Name - Part III

... her helping a friend clear another woman’s belongings out but why would she be doing dressed in sexy lingerie; a see-through bra and panty set with stockings and suspenders? Kate was dressed for sex not clearing out wardrobes. Once again he shook his head; shaking out those thoughts of being cuckolded. He looked at his watch; she would probably be there now. She would probably be ringing his front doorbell that very moment. Was it to clean or was it to fuck? He shook his head again. This time last week he had been helping her buy some new underwear. Today she was wearing some of it. His head shook again as he went into the lounge and switched on the television sports channel. It was a choice between golf and rugby. He chose the latter. The pain of the former and last week’s tournament was still fresh in his mind. A couple of hours later he heard Kate’s car in the driveway and he leapt out of his seat to open the door and greet her. She was opening the boot of her car and she called out to him. “Frank gave me a pile of Elle’s books,” she told him. “Looks like she enjoyed a raunchy read or two.” John picked up the box of paperbacks and carried them in for her. Though he liked reading erotic fiction himself he was more interested in Kate as he put the box on the hallway table and turned to kiss her. Her lipstick looked fresh and those thoughts told him that she had probably recently been sat at Frank’s dressing table and reapplying her make-up after being in his bed. “D . . . ...

... did you get sorted?” he asked her. “Just about,” she told him. “We bagged up piles of clothes for the Charity shops and put some other things at the bottom of the garden for burning. There is some jewellery too. He offered me some but I couldn’t take it. I told him to take it all to a local jeweller and sell it.” John looked at her. Kate sounded so plausible; so honest. “So what have you been up to then?” she asked him as she kissed him and touched his groin. “Nothing really exciting,” he replied as something in the box caught his eye. He reached inside and pulled out one of the books. “H-o-w T-o B-e T-h-e P-e-r-f-e-c-t C-u-c-k-o-l-d,” he said slowly. Kate reached for it. “Sounds interesting,” she said. “Why would Elle be reading that?” Kate smiled. “It must be Frank’s. Elle cuckolded him,” she told him. “ Elle cuckolded Frank ?” Kate nodded. “Oh yes,” she said. “Frank was cuckolded for years.” “ Bloody hell ,” John shouted. “I . . . I had no idea. How did you find out?” “She told me ages ago,” she confessed. “She had a string of lovers over the years. Mostly black guys though. She loved black cock” John gasped. “Sorry,” she told him with a giggle. “I thought Frank might have told you.” John shook his head. “Never even a hint of it,” he replied. “Mind you, what bloke goes round telling his mates that his wife is fucking other guys and black guys at that?” Kate smiled and reached for his groin again. “Blokes that get lots of enjoyment out of it and want to convert others.” she ...