Journey into Cuckoldry - Cloud Nine - Sex Stories

Journey into Cuckoldry - Cloud Nine

... She indicated subtly with her hand. I looked across the concourse and sure enough, there were our friends about to enter the cinema complex. Steve looked his usual gorgeous self in tight black trousers and a close fitting white shirt. If anything he must have spent yet more time in the gym. He was chatting animatedly to Julie, the pregnant girl I had met in the cafe earlier in the week. “That’s Julie and that must be her husband Gary,” I said as the four of us filed slowly in our queue towards the entrance door, “you remember I met her in the cafe earlier in the week, with Carmen?” “Oh yes,” Alice replied blandly, but I could see her watching the group carefully, “she’s pretty, isn’t she?” It wasn’t a real question so I didn’t make the mistake of answering it. Instead I watched the happy foursome as they made their way through the foyer. Julie did indeed look very pretty and as innocent as she had looked when I had first met her. From a distance I could tell she still wore only a minimum of make-up although her short hair had tonight been carefully styled. She still wore leggings but now had on a long dark T-shirt which gave the impression that she was perhaps a little ashamed of the small, firm baby bump half hidden by the light summer jacket under her arm. She was clearly flattered by Steve’s attention and occasionally touched him excitedly on the arm as they talked. Steve’s hand in return flittered over her lower back. They were evidently getting on well. In front of ...

... them, Carmen and Julie’s husband were equally animated. Carmen herself had chosen the close fitting white dress she wore rarely but which to my mind highlighted her full, womanly figure to my mind even better than the black she habitually wore. Its clean innocence contrasted sharply with her dark hair and the mischievous sparkle in her eye. In my imagination, it made her look like even more like a She-Devil than usual – a dangerous trap for those who didn’t know her as I did. I suspected Julie and her husband fell into that vulnerable category and at that moment, Gary was definitely under the She-Devil’s spell, hanging on her every word; his hand on her arm a little more than mere politeness and acquaintance would expect, his face beaming with interest. It suddenly struck me that he looked to all intents like a reverse copy of Steve. He was clearly fit and healthy himself and dressed in pale jeans and a black shirt looked strong and handsome. Carmen obviously found him attractive and was flirting with him as the four of them entered the auditorium. I wondered what the atmosphere would be like when they left in a couple of hours’ time; and whether Carmen’s prediction about the likely state of Julie’s vagina by midnight would come true. Something perverse within me hoped it would and I studied her as carefully as I could without making it obvious to Alice and the kids. “Come on, Mummy!” The voice of our son, slightly annoyed, broke through my reverie as a hand pulled me forward. A ...