The Cuckold's Reward - Ken's Story (Part 2) - Sex Stories

The Cuckold's Reward - Ken's Story (Part 2)

... afterwards, to be exact. He had risen early and went down to the kitchen to make himself some strong coffee. He hadn’t slept well at all; waking in fits and starts to the sounds coming from their bedroom. He counted six times in all; six times Samuel had fucked her. Six times his wife had given herself to another man. She was giving herself again as he poured his first coffee. They came down stairs together as he poured his third cup. She let go of Samuel’s hand as she came into the kitchen. He saw the look of guilt on her face but he also noticed the glow on her face. He had last seen such a glow as they posed together outside the church for their wedding photographs. Though he was excited he also felt a wave of fear come over him. He knew that their lives would never be the same again; their relationship had changed forever and he wondered if he had made the biggest mistake in his life in persuading her to cuckold him. As he sat alone on the bed the fear of the inevitable came over him. Samuel loved her and she had grown close to him. It was inevitable that they should one day want to be together. His thoughts came to an abrupt halt as Sandra came back into the bedroom. “Samuel and I were wondering if you fancied joining us for dinner tonight?” she asked. Ken stood up, “Of course I would,” he told her. “Better get some clothes on then,” she told him with a smile, “Oscars’ won’t let you in like that!” Ken laughed. It was customary for Sandra and Samuel to have dinner ...

... together on Friday evening. Ken would order himself a take-away to be delivered and eat alone. Later they would return and Sandra would give him a customary goodnight kiss before heading to bed hand in hand with Samuel. Sometimes he watched them go upstairs together; Samuel’s hand busy underneath her skirt as they climbed the stairs. It wasn’t long before the sounds of the bed creaking and Sandra screams filled the entire house. Ken would sometimes sit back in his chair and take out his hard cock and masturbate. This Friday was turning out to be going against all custom. The Italian restaurant, Oscars, was Sandra’s and Samuel’s special place. It was in the next town, about thirty miles away, and was quiet and secluded. They ate there every weekend. Ken once attempted to take Sandra there but she refused to go. She explained that they were used to seeing her with Samuel there and it might get them asking questions. She also told him that it was a place of intimacy for them there. They had a couple of alcove tables and if they were lucky to get one they could kiss and cuddle there with a degree of privacy. They could also touch under the table. Sandra had told him that she would sometimes go the ladies toilets and remove her panties. Samuel would get very excited at that. Ken felt quite honoured to go with them that night and it became even more special to find that there was a free alcove table. Sandra and Samuel sat on the leather bench while Ken sat on a chair the other side of the ...