Journey into Cuckoldry - Dirty Dozen - Sex Stories

Journey into Cuckoldry - Dirty Dozen

... wildly if the wet noises filling the room and the stronger, familiar smell emanating from her groin were anything to go by. Sensing this, Steve begin to thrust harder and faster, fingering her more and more energetically until her whole body shook against him, a precursor to a massive orgasm... Which didn’t happen! Confidently expecting my sweet wife to climax at Steve’s expert hands as surely as sweet, pregnant Julie was even then shrieking out her orgasms with Mitch downstairs, I was completely wrong footed when, instead of bringing her to her first proper orgasm, Steve held my wife’s conquered body close in his arms, his cock motionless within her. A wave of disappointment washed over me. Surely the evening couldn’t stop now. True, I had enjoyed my treat between Julie’s thighs but the disappointment of ending the evening without the heady mixture of a lover’s semen and my wife’s juices in my mouth and lungs was hard top bear. “Keep watching,” Carmen’s voice at my side was low and conspiratorial, almost drowned out by the wails and howls now coming up the stairs from the lounge. Presumably Julie had now discovered that Steve’s wasn’t the only cock in the world worth having inside her; it wasn’t even the biggest or wielded by the most energetic lover. But my attention was fixed on my wife, who lay on her side as Steve pulled his still-hard erection out of her vagina. There was a look of puzzled disappointment on her face too but I could see how tired she was. Mitch’s ...

... fucking had been so comprehensive that I had expected Steve’s contribution to barely register and in a perverse, masochistic way I had felt proud when she had indicated she could take him on too. His cock still huge and hard against his lower belly, Steve rolled onto his back and reached into the bedside cabinet, pulling out two small items. As I stood against the wall watching, I saw him tear open a small square packet, extract the contents and roll the small flexible item over the length of his erect penis. A condom? Steve had never used a condom before when he had been fucking my wife, hence my love for creampies. A condom meant there would be none for me to enjoy! A perverse wave of disappointment flowed through me but was cut short when Steve then took the other item, a small plastic bottle in his right hand and squirted some of its contents into onto the fingers of his left. Alice’s eyes were closed, her breathing heavy. She was exhausted and paid no attention to what Steve was doing behind her. But I was watching him closely! Something unusual was going on. Steve began to stroke my wife’s slender back with his right hand, from her shoulders, down her spine to her slim, athletic hips, then across her tight, toned buttocks. I heard her sigh contentedly and raise her knees slightly. His hand began to stroke the soft smooth flesh at the back of her thighs, from just behind her knees up towards her vulva. From where I stood, I couldn’t see how her tender parts looked but after ...