Journey into Cuckoldry - Dirty Dozen - Sex Stories

Journey into Cuckoldry - Dirty Dozen

... the kitchen. Earlier in the evening Gary, a cuckold of only a few weeks, had watched anxiously as his lovely, highly pregnant wife had been seduced and undressed before performing her first ever fellatio on her lover Steve then had finally reached orgasm under my own ministrations. Steve had been mounting her as I left and I had assumed that Gary had continued to watch the remarkable spectacle. But it seems he had reached his limit. “It’s hard to bear at first,” I reassured him, “but you’ll get there.” He scowled at me, downed half a glass of wine in one gulp then looked at his watch. “We’ve got to take the babysitter home in ten minutes,” he said helplessly, “how can I leave her here… like that?” As if on cue, another ecstatic wailing sound came across the hallway as Steve brought his latest conquest to yet another climax. Shit! I thought. I had completely forgotten about our own childcare. Fortunately the local girl we were using that evening could usually sleep over in the spare room but... I excused myself, went out into the hallway and made a quick call home on Carmen’s landline. After extorting a huge bonus, our sitter finally agreed to stay overnight and I thanked her profusely. When I returned to the kitchen, Gary had straightened out his clothes and was pulling on his jacket. “It’s no use,” he said in a highly distressed voice, “I can’t stay here any longer…” Whether he meant he couldn’t stay and listen to his wife’s rampant infidelity any longer of whether their ...

... babysitter had to leave would remain unknown because the next thing I knew, he had half run out of the front door and their car was revving up in the driveway. Julies’ next orgasmic moan was accompanied by the squeal of tyres on concrete, then she fell silent. I tiptoed out of the kitchen and carried three glasses upstairs. The lovers were still lying together in the hot, messy bed, Alice’s eyes closed in a post-climax glow. I moved towards her hoping for my usual post-fucking treat but before I could even begin to think about my much-needed creampie, I heard slow, soft footsteps on the stairs then Steve appeared in the bedroom doorway with Carmen a short way behind him. He was naked, his well-toned chest bare and slightly sweaty from his exertions downstairs, his legs strong and athletic in the candlelight. His cock, though not as intimidating as Mitch’s was still impressive despite being only half-erect, hanging dark and angry between his thighs. For a moment I wondered what Julie’s vulva looked like and felt like after her noisy intimate encounter with this monster organ. Steve’s eyes were fixed on the bed where my wife lay, eyes closed, exhausted next to her young lover. Her head was on his chest, her arm draped across his midriff in adoration. “Very sweet,” Carmen said quietly then looked at me and smiled, “is everything ok?” I gulped and nodded, ridiculously embarrassed after all this woman had seen and done with us and to us. “Yes. Thank you,” for a split second I ...