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

A Cuckold By Any Other Name - Part II

... John groaned. Who had been fucking her this way? He had not done her regularly like this: he was a good old fashioned missionary man. He opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was a loud groan. Kate could sense that he was cumming and she held her position with a long passionate kiss. “Don’t cum yet,” she whispered. “I like a man who can hold back.” John groaned even louder. It was almost as if she was confessing to cuckolding him. “D . . . does Frank hold back?” The words were out before he could stop them. She kissed him again. Still with his cock deep inside her, she kissed him softly and passionately. “What do you think?” John groaned. “I . . . I bet he does.” “You don’t think that he gets over excited then?” she asked quietly. “You don’t think that after watching me strip slowly for him that he gets so excited that once he gets his cock inside me he ejaculates?” “G . . .god,” he cried out, “I’m . . . I’m cumming.” Kate lifted herself up and then down quickly on his cock a couple of times and John cried out as he began to ejaculate. They remained together with her on top for a few minutes afterwards. John held her close, clinging onto her, as if not wishing her ever to be apart from him. “It . . . it is just fantasy about Frank isn’t it?” Kate smiled him and then kissed him. “I would never do anything to hurt you,” she replied. “Never doing anything that you didn’t want me to do.” It was not the yes or no answer that he was seeking but ...

... he said nothing. Kate lifted herself off him and, after pulling off her panties, began to draw back the duvet. Moments later they slid under it together. Suddenly John felt a cold wetness under his thigh. He opened his mouth to speak out and then stopped as he realised that he was lying on a wet patch. There was only one reason why a wet patch would form inside a bed. Kate reached for him; kissed him and took hold of his cock. “Anything wrong?” she asked him. John found himself unable to speak for a moment. There was only one reason why he should be lying in a wet patch on his side of the bed. He returned her kiss as his hardness grew in her hand. “Everything is fine darling,” he told her. He knew the truth. Sometimes, however, silence was the better part of valour. To talk now would be to open up the proverbial Pandora’s Box and things that he wasn’t ready to confront could spill forth. He kissed her again and reached down for mound. It’s soft, warm wet lips opened out to him. John lifted himself up and Kate rolled onto her back and parted her legs for him. He settled between them and entered her. All thoughts of Frank fucking her earlier, not just in his bed but also on his side of it, dissipated as he got into his stride. John was happy now. He was the one deep inside her now. It was her stockinged thighs that were wrapped around his legs; her nails that dug into his back and his name that she was calling out as they both neared another climax.