Journey into Cuckoldry - Cloud Nine - Sex Stories

Journey into Cuckoldry - Cloud Nine

“Forty-eight minutes!” Alice gasped as she burst through the kitchen door on Sunday morning and grabbed the watch that lay on the counter. She was merely a few feet ahead of me but those few feet were important. She turned to face me, panting, her face sweaty and pink with exertion. “I’ve never beaten you before!” she grinned broadly, leaning back against the table’s edge, her eyes bright with excitement and glee. “And you won’t beat me again,” I frowned then burst out laughing, “when my knee stops hurting you won’t see me for dust!” She stuck her tongue out at me then crossed to the sink and filled two tall glasses with cold water, handed one to me then took a long draft from hers as she began to recover her breath. “Thanks,” I smiled, taking a long cool sip, “you’re getting faster every time.” I looked at my lovely sexy wife as her chest rose and fell, recovering her breath. Had she ever looked this good before? I doubted it. In her tight black capri-length running pants and her equally tight pink vest top, her slender, toned body and tiny breasts were displayed to their full, devastating effect. Pink striped running shoes and short white socks showed off her remaining Mediterranean tan beautifully, as did her long blonde hair tied back in a pony-tail. Without make-up and with the glow to her face and chest that the fresh air of our thrice-weekly run had brought, she was without a doubt the most attractive and sexy woman I knew. And she was my wife and the mother of our ...

... two children! I was a lucky man. It was true that she needed more and better sex than I was able to provide on my own but with the help of the She-Devil Carmen, we had found a way to provide what she needed. It was nearly three weeks since our return from Spain and my wife’s incredible multiple fucking by her new young lover Mitch; weeks in which our sex life had never been better. Alice and I had made love almost every day for the first two weeks, something that hadn’t happened since we were first married and which was wonderful, if exhausting. The physical evidence of her infidelity – the bite marks, hickeys and swollen vulva - had had taken well over a week to disappear but for that amazing ten days my arousal had been taken to new heights. Each tiny piece of evidence of Mitch’s onslaught on her body reminded me every day of all I had seen, heard, smelled and tasted that incredible night. The idea of strangers, or even our friends seeing that evidence and maybe – just maybe – having an inkling what it meant drove me to wilder and more passionate sex with her – with better results for us both. On one occasion, aided by our favourite ribbed and studded condoms, I had even brought her to a full-blown orgasm with my cock alone; a rare event for me and rarer still since Steve had first introduced her to the pleasures of other lovers with bigger, more expertly wielded erections than mine. As she had cuddled in my arms afterwards, her body trembling gently in the afterglow, I had ...