Journey into Cuckoldry - Dirty Dozen - Sex Stories

Journey into Cuckoldry - Dirty Dozen

... such a violent session with Mitch and a brief penetration by Steve, she could only be red and raw. Steve’s right hand moved smoothly over her flesh as if seeking her sorest parts. She winced briefly and I imagined his fingers had found his target. I expected him to pause or to try and take her again from behind but instead he began to rub her bottom with his left hand; the hand covered with whatever it was in the plastic bottle. I watched spellbound. At first Steve’s actions seemed to soothe my sex-battered wife’s soreness. Alice sighed and moaned softly at his touch, her hips writhing against the fingers that caressed her private parts. Steve quickly squirted more of the substance onto his fingers and returned to whatever his task was. Alice moaned again and wriggled, this time a little uncomfortably. Then a frown crossed her brow. “What... what... are you doing...?” she murmured, more puzzled than concerned. “Shhhh... it’s ok... just relax...” I heard Steve whisper into the back of her head. “But that’s... that’s my... you’re... Oh! Oh! What... OhhhWWW!” Alice’s body jumped on the bed, her hips moving forwards as Steve’s hand did its job. “Shhhh... relax Ali... you’ll enjoy it...” Steve’s voice was soft and seductive but I could see my wife was unsure. His hand was invisible behind her hips but I could see the muscles on his arm rippling as his fingers did their job out of sight – whatever that job was. “Oh! Please... Please... I don’t know... I’ve never...” Alice’s voice ...

... sounded anxious but her body was betraying her, complying willingly with her lover’s wishes. Steve reached over waist and raised her upper leg, bending her knee towards her chest and exposing the cleft in her athletic bottom further. For a moment I was ridiculously reminded of the ‘recovery position’ I had been taught in first Aid at school, but there had been no gorgeous, sexy, naked girls to practice on then. “Move closer, Mister C!” Carmen’s voice in my ear made me jump. I turned to see the She-Devil at my shoulder, on her face an expression of mischief so profound it looked almost evil. “What’s going on?” I hissed as she literally pushed me closer to the bed. “Move closer; you’ll see!” I shuffled silently forward until I had reached the foot of the bed. My back was still against the bedroom wall but I could just about make out what was going on in the shadows. I stared, blinked then stared again in disbelief. The long middle finger of Steve’s left hand was deep in my wife’s anus, being gently but firmly swivelled from left to right and back. Alice’s body was tense, I could tell and she was clearly uncertain about what was being done to her but was in no serious pain and in her exhausted, orgasm-denied-still-aroused state was offering no real resistance. “See?” Carmen, whispered, “I told you I’d think of something.” “You mean he’s going to...” but I couldn’t finish the sentence. “Bugger her? Oh yes… unless she resists. But she’s not good at resisting, is she?” “Oh my God!” ...