Journey into Cuckoldry - Dirty Dozen - Sex Stories

Journey into Cuckoldry - Dirty Dozen

... “Don’t worry,” I interrupted, but only after letting him stammer and mumble for a good minute, “I’m not going to attack you. Not as long as you take good care of my wife, ok?” “Ok. Thanks,” he nodded sheepishly, looking more like the young man he really was than the stud he had been last night. “If you can keep a secret, so can I,” I added meaningfully. Mitch blushed and wriggled awkwardly. I assumed he was thinking of his lovely girlfriend; one who would unquestionably dump him if she learned of his sexual escapades with Alice and Julie. I glowed slightly inside. After all I had watched him do to my wife it seemed a childish, meaningless thing to do but I felt the need to show him I wasn’t a pushover in all things; I had become a cuckold for my wife’s sake, not for his! “Um… I’m sorry but… but I’ve got training today and… um… Carmen said she’d take me to the station…” he looked at his watch almost in panic, “but she’s not up and...” “You need to catch a train? When?” He told me. “Jesus, Mitch! I’d better run you down now! Can you see my shoes?” Less than a minute later we were in our MPV driving too quickly down the road towards the station, my feet jammed uncomfortably into a pair of Steve’s trainers. There was an awkward silence in the car along with a powerful smell of sex that could only have come from Mitch. His body language told me clearly how tense and uptight he was, as if still afraid of me despite my assurances. “Mitch,” I eventually broke the silence, “you don’t ...

... need to worry. You haven’t done anything Alice and I didn’t want you to do.” The look of relief on his face was extraordinary. “You don’t have to be afraid,” I continued, “you just have to be discreet, ok? I’m sure you understand that. You wouldn’t want your lovely girlfriend to find out what happened here or in Spain, would you?” “Christ no! Please don’t ever tell her...” “Then you’ll understand that you must be completely discreet about the rest of us. There are kids involved too. I know it’s not what married couples normally get up to but it’s what we enjoy.” “I understand.” My voice was unusually stern for me but I finished with a smile. “I hope so. I think you enjoy being part of it too. If you keep it to yourself; if it all remains secret, you never know when the opportunity might arise again, do you?” This time the broad smile on his face told me all I needed to know. As I swung the car into the station forecourt I realised that the boy was going to be ok and so were we. Mitch stepped out of the car, grabbed his kit bag from the back seat then leaned in towards me again. “Thanks for the lift,” he said, for a moment awkward again, “and for... you know!” I shook his hand, the hand that only hours ago had been on my wife’s body. “You should probably have a shower before getting close to anyone… important,” I told him quietly. He looked thunderstruck as he mumbled. “Yeah… um… yeah of course… thanks a lot…” “Good luck in your training,” I said, looking him straight in the ...