A Cuckold's Pleasure - Her Love - Sex Stories

A Cuckold's Pleasure - Her Love

... he wants to use a camera, and you can watch it on a screen.”

She looked at me pleadingly, saying, “I told him if you said you’d behave, you would, but he’s nervous. That’s his condition.”

Tied up like a raving beast? Well, like a first-time cuckold, an almost-first-time cuckold. Maybe he wasn’t wrong. How will I react actually seeing it happen? I’m not completely sure.

“He’ll leave afterward? Um, before midnight?” I asked. “You’re sure, right?”

She kissed me, saying, “Yes, honey, he’ll leave by midnight. I asked him."

When the time came, he picked her up, and I’d gotten her ready. She’d never shaved her pussy, and she wanted me to trim and shave her, so she had just a strip above her pussy, nice and neat. She made me buy her some sexy panties to wear, and she told me what kind of bra to get.

This wasn’t what I’d hoped for, but, um, just, this is the way it is. Hell,

Thursday night was worse than the time in Santa Barbara because they were together all night, doing whatever they were doing. I didn't know when they started or finished. There weren't any calls or pictures because Helen just refused. Friday was even worse, with the anticipation of what I was going to see tonight. I left early, so I was home when she got there.

When they got back, Wes dropped her off and left after talking in the car for several minutes. When she came in, she seemed excited to be home, and I asked her, “How was last night?" before I realized I didn’t want to know. She ...

... started answering, and I said, “No, don’t answer that; I don’t want to know; please, just don’t.”

I kissed her, but hesitantly, because I wasn’t sure how she’d react after being with her second lover and was going to be with him again. It scared me to death about how she'd react to me

It was hell for me waiting for him to come back at eight. Helen changed the sheets, fluffed the pillows, and acted as nervous as I felt. A little before eight, I brought in the chair for me and undressed, so I was naked too. Less threatening, I thought.

When I sat down to let Helen tie me, I realized my erection was making a definite statement about me. Embarrassing, or maybe not. I couldn’t decide.

Helen tied me down and called him at eight exactly. The bell rang and Helen went to let him in. I could hear them talking, then silence, then talking again. The same pain I’d felt before came over me, magnified while I was waiting.

When they came in, they were kissing, and it multiplied the agony. All the other emotions I had read about came over me. I was feeling humiliation from letting him fuck her, self-loathing from allowing it to happen, and embarrassment from being naked in front of him. It was an excruciating pain.

Underneath it all was excitement, knowing I was going to watch him as he undressed her, see him kissing her, see him handle her, and watch Helen respond to him. The anticipation of watching him make her cum and watching him cum inside her built my excitement even more. ...