Journey into Cuckoldry - Cloud Nine - Sex Stories

Journey into Cuckoldry - Cloud Nine

... she returned two hours later, lunch was all but ready, the kids’ homework was complete and after showering for the third time that day, she joined us to set the table and eat. I could tell she had something on her mind but from her slightly distracted demeanour I guessed it was a topic that couldn’t be discussed in front of the kids. My mind raced; the only really taboo subject in front of the kids was sex. I also knew that she often had coffee with Carmen after spinning classes and her late return probably meant today had been no exception. The meal went down well accompanied by our usual boisterous conversation; that day revolving around our daughter’s alleged and hotly disputed superiority to her brother in the soccer match they had played that morning. There was lots of laughter but several times I could see Alice looking straight at me with an odd expression on her face. Normally after lunch we would insist that the kids helped clear away but to my surprise, Alice told them to go and play which astonished and delighted them but of course left the two of us alone in the kitchen. This could only mean she wanted to talk privately and I wondered anxiously what the news was. “So was the class good?” I asked, using a safe opening gambit as I cleared the dessert plates. “Very hard work today,” she said, “I can’t imagine why I was so tired.” The broad, almost lascivious grin on her face brought back the joy of that morning’s wonderful sex and I grinned back. She bent over the ...

... dishwasher, her tight jeans accentuating her incredible figure and making me catch my breath. Was this gorgeous, sexy woman really my wife? Had I really made love to her only hours earlier? “Did you have coffee afterwards?” I asked in an attempt to distract both myself and my growing erection. “Mmmm,” she nodded, finishing the one glass of wine she had allowed herself, “Carmen was there as usual.” “And how was the She-Devil,” I wondered, “still plotting our degradation?” I hadn’t seen Carmen properly since our return from Spain where over four days she had manipulated the pair of us into allowing Alice to receive the longest and most comprehensive fucking of her entire life from a twenty year old junior Olympic swimmer with the largest cock I had ever seen. “I don’t remember you objecting to anything at the time, Cucky-Boy,” Alice replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “and yes, I do know what happened between you and Carmen in the bedroom next door.” I blushed despite myself. While Mitch had been fucking my wife for the second or third time in a single evening, I had brought Carmen to orgasm in the room next door as we listened to their illicit copulation through the thin wall. I had only used my mouth but it had worked to an unexpectedly spectacular degree. “Don’t look so worried,” Alice said, sidling up to me, “I’m hardly going to object, am I? And you really are very good with that tongue of yours!” she added under her breath. I glowed with pleasure at the compliment ...