A Cuckold By Any Other Name - Part II - Sex Stories

A Cuckold By Any Other Name - Part II

... to him. “You look as though you could do with a good seeing to.” It was unusual to hear such language coming from her but he was not complaining. He reached for her hand and as he stood up her other hand went to his groin. “Shall we see if we can get a hole in one,” she said. John was like a lamb to the slaughter as she led him upstairs and to the bedroom. There were no ropes this time and neither were there indentations in the duvet but he couldn’t help but wonder if Frank had been inside their bed earlier. He put his thoughts to one side momentarily as she began to undress him. He loved the way that she slowly unbuttoned his shirt before taking it off and he loved it even more when she sank to her knees to unbuckle his trousers. “There is also something nice about undressing a man,” she said softly, “something very sexy about it.” John said nothing as she unzipped his pants. “Guys like it too,” she said, “they always seem to get harder when a woman takes down their trousers.” She reached for the protrusion in his boxers as his trousers fell around his ankles. “See what I mean,” she told him. His mind began to race again. Had she stripped Frank like this? Had she held his bulge like she was holding his? When she pulled them down and took his cock to her mouth more questions filled his mind. “I love sucking cock,” she said softly. “I love to feel its swell in my mouth; love to feel it pushing against the back of my throat. I love to be made to gag.” John groaned. He knew ...

... that he rarely made her gag. He thought that it hurt her and tried his best at all times not to push too deep. Someone though had pushed deep; someone had made her gag. Was it Frank who was always making her gag? Kate suddenly pulled away. “I want to fuck you,” she told him. “Get onto the bed.” John kicked of his shoes and socks and then stepped out of his trousers and shorts. He was quickly in bed laying back and watching Kate undress. He watched the dress come off, followed by her bra, and then watched her fingers move to her suspender straps. “Please leave them on darling, if you don’t mind,” he said. Kate stopped and moved to the bed. “Of course I don’t mind,” she told him. “A wife should always do everything possible to please her husband in bed.” She climbed onto the bed. He lay there still and expectant as she straddled him and then raised herself up. He watched her fingers pull at the side of her panties and gasped as she pulled them across her mound. “I like being fucked this way,” she told him as she sank down. John could feel the lacy edge against his cock. He could also feel the warmth and the wetness of her pussy as it enclosed him. He gasped out loudly. Kate was well lubricated. He could only put it down to one thing and one thing only: Frank had fucked her. She rose up and thrust downwards; kissed him and then repeated the process as he reached up to hold her breasts. “That’s it,” she told him. “I just love to have my tits held while I am fucking a man this way.” ...