Journey into Cuckoldry - Dirty Dozen - Sex Stories

Journey into Cuckoldry - Dirty Dozen

... the loss of no less than three virginities, turned sweet, innocent Julie into a real Slut and of course moved Alice and me another big step along our Journey into Cuckoldry. The sounds of sex faded, first from downstairs then from the room next door. Eventually I joined my exhausted wife in slumber. *** I rose just after dawn the next morning after very little sleep, my peace broken once again by the ‘thump thump’ sounds that periodically came from the bedroom alongside ours and the less frequent wailing and moaning from the spare room where Mitch had apparently carried Julie to spend the rest of the night. Alice was sound asleep alongside me, her poor body shattered and showing the familiar signs of having spent most of the night in abandoned copulation; wildly dishevelled hair; dark eyes with smudged make-up; absent lipstick and the beginnings of a new crop of hickeys on her neck and shoulders. I went quietly downstairs to the kitchen dressed only in my jeans and one of Steve’s old T-shirts then made myself a mug of tea and sipped it, staring out of the window at the sunny day just beginning outside. The familiar ‘morning after’ feeling that had followed most of Alice’s infidelities washed over me, a strange mixture of sadness that once again I had been cuckolded, satisfaction at the pleasure it had brought the woman I adored, relief that it was over at least for a while and, as the vivid memories flooded in, a rush of jealous pain combined with extraordinary arousal as ...

... witnessed by the large erection tenting my trousers. For a moment I wondered whether Gary was in his kitchen too, feeling all the same feelings; learning what it felt like to be a cuckold and know it. Given all that had happened even before he had left, he couldn’t possibly have slept much either. ‘Creak-creak, creak-creak!’ The sound was slow and smooth but still recognisably one of lovemaking. I listened hard trying to work out which room it was coming from and which of the three women was being fucked one last time: Alice and Steve? Julie and Mitch? Carmen and Steve? Alice and Mitch? The only combination I knew it couldn’t be was Carmen and Mitch. Even when she wasn’t pregnant, Carmen would never let another man’s cock enter her womanly body. I strained my ears but it was too quiet to tell and after a few minutes, the creaking ceased. Frustrated, I sat at the kitchen table, drank my tea and read the previous day’s newspaper for a few minutes, until a dark shape loomed in the doorway. “Good... Good morning...” Mitch stammered as he shuffled into the room. He was fully dressed with a kit bag in his hand but looked exhausted, his hair tousled and his clothes dishevelled. Moreover, he was looking at me with a worried, almost fearful expression on his face; the kind of expression you might well bear when meeting in person a man whose wife you had fucked and inseminated only hours before. “Good morning,” I replied, “did you sleep well?” “Yes… Um... OK, thanks... um... sorry I...” ...