Journey into Cuckoldry - Dirty Dozen - Sex Stories

Journey into Cuckoldry - Dirty Dozen

... hair, there was no mistaking what that familiar, tired look on her face meant; she had been thoroughly and comprehensively fucked once again and was feeling the after-effects big-time. Springing to my feet, I poured a large mug of the strong black liquid and handed it to her, kissing her briefly on her lips which were a little swollen and puffy. I could only imagine what the rest of her felt like and looked like. “How are you feeling?” I asked. Alice looked meaningfully at Gary as if embarrassed to speak in front of him then sighed as if remembering she had little left to hide. “I’m shattered,” she confessed then whispered so only I could hear, “and really, really sore… down there!” “Is there anything I can do to help? Anything I can get?” “Can we stop at the pharmacy on the way home?” “Of course.” “Thanks. And thanks for… for last night. Thanks for… for everything. You’re a very special man, you know? I love you so much!” She kissed me on the lips again. She tasted salty and there was a powerful aroma of stale sex on her body. “I need a bath. See you later Gary!” She kissed me once again, squeezing my fingers in her free hand then glided silently from the room. I heard soft footsteps on the stairs followed a few moments later by the sound of running water. Slightly dazed, I turned to where Gary was standing, stunned. “Jesus! Now I think I understand,” he said, astounded. *** A short time later, Carmen entered the kitchen fully dressed in jeans and a tight dark blue top ...

... which if anything exaggerated her womanly curves compared with my wife’s skinny, almost androgynous figure. She looked tired but was bright, happy and full of mischief. “How are my two favourite cuckolds this morning?” she asked, helping herself to orange juice from the fridge. Gary and I exchanged glances before he smiled resignedly and replied. “We’re good thanks but it seems I’ve got a lot to learn and get used to if we’re going to do more of... of this kind of thing.” Carmen grinned wickedly. “From what I saw last night, your sweet Julie isn’t going to make do with just any old cock in future. You’ll be doing a lot more of ‘this kind of thing’. Still, you’ve got a good teacher there,” she squeezed my upper arm, “I’ve never known a couple take to the lifestyle like these two – though you and Julie come a close second!” I noticed Gary blush and lower his eyes but Carmen hadn’t finished. “But you’ll find out yourself soon. I heard movement in her room as I came past,” she continued, “I’d better warn you though; Mitch is quite an athlete as well as having a huge cock. She’s probably worn out, poor thing.” “Oh... well… I’d better… I’d better go up and see if she’s all right,” he bumbled, pushing past Carmen and me and almost running upstairs. For a few moments there was silence in the kitchen; the sort of silence that occurs between two friends who are relaxed together and have a shared history; a silence broken only by the sounds of Carmen making tea. “Was it what you wanted?” I ...