juliagarwood: Part II

Continued from Part I.

juliagarwood: Part I

I always struggle with how I should name these women, but in this case I’m using this woman’s actual A-M account name.

Fantasy: The Cuck: Part II

Drinks at the house

When we get to the house, she and I get out of the car first, while he's a beat behind us. The townhouse has a half dozen steps leading up to the front door, and as we walk up, I slide a hand up to move her dress up and squeeze her bare ass. With him behind and below us, he sees not only my familiarity with his wife's ass, but staring directly into her bare pussy tells him better than words that she's discarded her panties somewhere along the way. With any luck, there might even be some cum leaking down the inside of her thigh, leaving him no room for doubt.

Inside, we congregate in their modern kitchen, around the island.

“What do you feel like?” he asks, gamely trying to pretend everything is normal.

“Shall we continue with the scotch?” I ask.

“I haven't got scotch,” he replies, “but I've got some good rye. Crown Royal Blue.”

“Sounds good,” I say. “Neat, if you don't mind.”

“How about you, dear?” he says to her.

“The same,” she says, “on ice.”

He mixes the drinks, and for a few minutes, as we sip the whiskey, things almost start to seem like any gathering of friends or acquaintances. He's on one side of the island, his wife and I are on the other, and we're talking about his golf game – of all things – when I casually reach up behind her to unzip her dress.

As it falls to the floor around her feet, leaving her stark naked, he gapes across the island at us. He knows I've already fucked her, probably twice, but he can't comprehend what he's seeing now. She, meanwhile, takes another sip from her drink. She's obviously comfortable in her own skin.

“Why don't you go sit on that table?” I ask her, nodding toward the little two-seater breakfast table in the corner and lightly clapping her on the ass to send her on her way. “And maybe you should go somewhere comfortable to wait,” I tell him, as I unzip and walk toward her, “because we're going to be a while.”

I lean in to kiss her, and she hungrily kisses me back as I slide into her. I don't know if this table will be able to take it, but it's not high on my list of worries.

My first hint that he's still in the room comes when he asks his next question. “Do you honestly expect me to just sit by while you violate all of my wife's holes?” he asks.

I stop moving inside her, and break off the kiss. “Why that's a good idea!” I say. I am looking her in the eye, so I see the emotions passing through them first hand as easily as if she were speaking out loud: confusion – what does he mean by that?; shock – he can't mean that!; and finally apprehension – oh shit, I think he does, but nobody has ever fucked me there before!

I pull out of her, and then grab her hips to slide her off the table. I turn her around and bend her over the table, and start to nuzzle her pucker hole with the head of my cock. It occurs to me, as I prepare to enter her, that this might have been his form of revenge on her: if you're going to be so brazen with your cheating, I'll have your asshole punished. What he doesn't yet realize is that sitting in the living room while a stranger fucks his wife's ass over the kitchen table will be much harder on him than it will be on her.

And I assume the living room is his destination; after his parting shot he left the room. But I no longer care about him. I'm consumed with the beautiful, whimpering woman before me, whose asshole is currently puckering with all its might, in a vain attempt to keep my cock out.

“Please,” she whispers, “I've never had anyone in there before. Please go easy.”

“No worries,” I murmur, rubbing my cock back and forth over her entrance, “once the head is in, the rest is easy. All you need to do is relax. It'll hurt… and then it won't.”

Back and forth I move, over and over, occasionally putting some pressure on to see if she's ready to receive me, and all the while she's breathing shallowly, mentally preparing herself for the invasion. And suddenly I'm in.

“Ah!” she cries, in pain and surprise, and if he's listening from the living room he probably thinks he's got his revenge. If so, the next thing she says should clue him in that he's miscalculated. “More!” she says, “Give me more!” and I start slowly fucking her ass, feeding in a bit more with each thrust, until I'm all the way in.

As I continue to fuck her, she's getting more and more vocal. “It feels so… Fuck! It feels so big! Oh shit… oh shit it feels so BIG! I've never felt so full!” I don't know how much is coming from her pleasure and how much is just for her husband to overhear from the living room, but frankly I don't care. Every man loves hearing these kinds of noises from a sexy woman, and I'm not averse to hearing about how huge my cock is. If I hadn't already cum twice, all of this stimulation would make it a thirty second job, but I did already cum twice, so I know I'm going to be a while.

She reaches down with a free hand to stimulate her clit, and before too long she brings herself to a loud orgasm – and then, a few seconds later, another one. Just as she seems like she's going to start to come down, I grab her hair and give it a good yank, and use the other hand to give her a hard slap on the ass. It sends her even higher. She practically shrieks, she's cumming so hard.

Now that I've taken my hands off of her hips I need to get leverage in a different way, so I keep hold of her hair, and use it to pull her back against me as I fuck her. My other hand makes itself useful in little ways, reaching up to tweak her nipple or running tenderly down the soft skin of her back, or smacking her ass. Her own hand never leaves her clit, and from time to time another orgasm wracks her body.

When I'm finally ready I pull her hair back to the point where she's almost upright, grab her breast, and growl into her ear, “take it, slut.” And I unload in her, as she has another orgasm of her own.

When I'm done unloading what feels like a huge load inside her I let her hair go, and she collapses onto the table, panting. I'm still in her ass, and I'm kind of breathing heavily myself.

I finally pull out of her – she lets out the tiniest moan at the new sensation of emptiness – and ask her where they keep the dishcloths. “Right drawer,” she says, “second from the bottom.” I find one and wet it at the sink, so I can clean the ass off my cock.

When I'm done I come back over to the table, where she's finally starting to get up. As she does, I notice a small pool of liquid on top, and much larger pool on the floor under the spot where I'd had her. “I squirted,” she whispers, on unsteady legs. “I've never squirted before!”

I lean over and kiss her behind the ear. “Why don't you go get cleaned up,” I suggest, “and then come join us in the living room.”

She gives me a look that can only be described as adoration, and kisses me lightly on the lips. “OK,” is all she says, as she turns to what I assume is the direction of the bedroom.

A polite conversation between adults

I grab my unfinished drink on my way back to the living room, then at the last minute I grab the bottle as well. He might need to have his drink refreshed.

I find my way to the living room and find him at the couch. He looks kind of numb, and, as expected, his glass is empty. “Here,” I say, as I pour him a healthy belt of rye. “You look like you could use it.” I almost laugh when he says thanks, it's such a surreal moment, but I keep a straight face.

I sit in the chair opposite him, and sip my drink.

“We can't have children,” he eventually says. “Doctor says it's my fault. She's fine. So we decided to get a donor. Except… Except she said she prefers 'the natural way.’ Next thing I know, she's having sex with all kinds of men. All kinds. Sometimes she comes home late and asks me to… clean her. And I do it. I clean her. With my… you know… with my tongue.” He takes a sip of his drink, with a shudder. In his mind, I think he's tasting the cum of a dozen men. He might also be doing the math, and wondering to himself, if that many men have cum inside his wife, why isn't she pregnant yet? I also wonder what he means by “all kinds,” and whether he's a racist, but it's not important at this particular moment.

When she comes in the room I'm pleased to see that she's still naked. Her skin has a pink, freshly scrubbed look, and there's a subtle, pleasant scent from whatever body scrub she uses.

She hesitates at the door, unsure where to sit, and I nod down at the floor beside my chair. She immediately comes and virasanas by my side, and I reach up and rest my hand on the back of her neck.

I turn my attention back to him. “So you don't think you're looking for anyone right now, but maybe in the spring?” I ask.

“What?” he asks, trying to regain the conversation.

“The consulting position,” I remind him. “You said you don't need anyone until the spring?”

“I… er… yes. That's right. Unless you think I should get someone… uh… sooner?”

“It's your division,” I say, a smile on my face, “you'd know better than I would what you need.”

“Uh, yes. Yes, you're right. Well… I'll look at the staffing needs again when I go in on Monday.”

“Sounds good,” I say. “Let me know how I can help.”

He's trying to stay in the work-related conversation, but he can't. He's too stuck in the strange situation in his living room, and my possessive hand on the back of his wife's neck. I can't blame him. The whole thing is both funny and strange at the same time.

“How…” he asks, “How do you do it?”

“I don't really do anything,” I respond. “It's not a magic act. There's not some secret incantation I utter that makes women want me. Frankly, it's not so much that I have something special, it's more that you lack something other men have.” I give the back of her neck a squeeze, and she immediately takes the hint: she comes around in front of my chair, unzips my pants, and starts sucking my cock with gusto. She acknowledges neither her husband nor myself, there's no one in the room – in the world – except for her and my cock.

Her husband has a perfect view of her ass as she's bent over in front of me. He's transfixed, half horrified and half aroused, as he watches her pay more attention to my cock than she ever has to his. When I cum, and he watches her gobble it all down like it's champagne – and then keep cleaning me with her tongue, so as not to miss a single drop of what she's been craving – I'm pretty sure he also cums in his pants, without even so much as touching himself.

When she's sure that there's no more cum for her to slurp down, she lovingly tucks me back into my boxers, and does my pants back up. She then returns to her place at my side. I run a hand down the skin of her back and give her a light tap on the ass to express my pleasure with her work. She blushes slightly, in pleasure. I return my hand to the back of her neck, still claiming ownership of my… toy? Slave? Property? Whatever I want to call her, she has serviced me well, a number of times.

Later I'll wonder how a woman like this ended up with him, whether it's a mutual “hotwife” thing or whether she regrets marrying him and this is her escape. But that's later; right now, all I'm wondering is whether I can go another round.

Goodnight

“Well,” I say to him, “I've very much enjoyed your… hospitality. But I think it's time to go.”

“Do you need me to call you a cab?” he asks, and I almost laugh at him. Even she is smiling at his naivety.

“I don't think you understand,” I respond. “It's time for you to leave. I'm going to take your wife upstairs, lay her on your bed, and make her cum over and over. I'm going to fill her every hole with my cum. You can come back tomorrow, to see something you've never seen before: your wife, lying on your bed, completely satisfied.”

I don't wait for his response. I just stand up, pick her up in my arms, and carry her upstairs to make good on my word. He must have gotten the message, though, because I heard the alarm beep when the front door opened and closed.

As I say, I don't know if she was actually trying to get pregnant, or if she was just really enjoying fucking all of those guys. But I was going to do my part tonight.

Fantasy: The Cuck: Part I

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