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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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CHAPTER FOUR
It’s probably a good idea to fast forward a few years. With hindsight I was still quite naïve and had a lot to learn about the swinging lifestyle. Roger and Emma guided me in those early years. I asked if it was Ok for me to meet other women. Roger laughed and said I didn’t need their permission! But we talked about protection and safety and consent and a lot of stuff I hadn’t considered.
They took me along to a swingers club, The Loft, which was an eye-opener for sure! Mostly hairy arsed men desperate for pussy. But also lots of couples in similar relationships. I met (and enjoyed) a few ‘hotwives’. At first it was intimidating, with people watching, but I soon learned to tune them all out and focus on the woman I was with. We had a lot of giggles too. So much more relaxed and fun than the kind of clubs I’d been used to frequenting as a young man.
I began getting tested every three months. It felt a bit daunting the first few times, and one of the nurses started recognising me and saying ‘hi’.
‘It’s me! Back again!’ I’d laugh guiltily, flushing with embarrassment.
She simply smiled. ‘In your line of work, it’s the right thing to do,’ she whispered. I stared at her and blushed. ‘You don’t need to worry,’ she said matter-of-factly. ‘Do you think you’re the only one? We don’t judge here.’
The training business also grew slowly. I’m not sure if word was spreading or my new-found confidence shone through, but more clients sought me out, and I helped them lose weight, tone up and get fit. Lots of flirting from the ladies. Occasional come-ons, which led to dates, which led to… do I need to spell it out?
But what I enjoyed the most were the cuckold couples.
Liz was already a fit, confident woman when she signed up for my three month ‘body transformation’ programme and knew exactly what she wanted. ‘Make me a goddess,’ she joked.
She worked hard on the machines and soon moved up to free weights. She’d been coming to the gym for a few weeks before she broached another subject.
‘Did I mention you were recommended to me by Emma Leyton,’ she mentioned in passing. I stared at her enquiringly and she winked. ‘I was wondering if you’d like to meet my husband?’
We arranged to meet at a bar. I found them tucked into a corner booth and he stood to greet me.
‘Paul,’ he said meekly, hand outstretched. ‘Good to meet you, sir.’
It was an uncomfortable greeting, given that he was at least 20 years older than me, but my attention was caught by Liz, who I hardly recognised. She was fully made up and had tied her hair up into a bun. She looked stunning in a blue off-the-shoulder dress and (I presumed) one of those very clever bras that transforms a 32B into a 38D. Her cleavage was calling out to me, but I tried to focus on her eyes as I slid into the booth.
‘Wow!’ was all I could say. Liz laughed.
‘I do brush up nicely, don’t you think,’ she grinned. ‘Bit of change from lycra!’
We ordered drinks and chatted for a bit. I noticed that it was Liz doing most of the talking. Paul sat quietly, nodding affirmatively when necessary and sorting out our drinks. I was still a little unsure of the dynamic.
‘So…’ I started, trying to frame the question correctly. ‘What’s are you, er… looking for?’
Looked me straight in the eye. ‘A real man…’ She said plainly. ‘…who knows how to handle a goddess.’ I don’t know if it was the words or the look in her eye’s but my johnson twitched and swelled.
We had one of those awkward pauses. I glanced at Paul but he was looking down, hands in his lap. Liz continued to grin lasciviously, then winked.
‘Think you’re up to it?’ She purred.
Their house was just a few hundred yards away, so we strolled arm in arm. Paul followed a few paces behind.
‘In case you haven’t worked it out yet, cucky here keeps his mouth shut and does what he’s told,’ said Liz matter-of-factly. ‘If there’s anything you want, just tell him. And I don’t mean ask. Be firm. He’s better behaved that way.’
It was new to me, but Liz’s candour filled me with confidence. I glanced back at Paul and caught his eye. He smiled meekly and nodded slightly, which I took as approval that his wife was all mine for the evening. Awesome, I thought to myself, grinning. This is going to be wicked.
We went straight up to the bedroom and Liz slipped out of her heels. Paul brought us drinks, then knelt in the corner. She pulled me into her and brushed her hand through my hair as we kissed. I wrapped my arounds around her waist and slid hand over her lovely round arse, stroking her bum. She shivered a little and pushed her tongue into my mouth. Then she brushed my crotch lightly and my cock stood to attention.
‘Mmmm,’ she cooed. ‘Promising!’
She stepped away and perched on the end of the bed. ‘Help me undress,’ she said firmly. I was about to step forward when I realised she meant Paul, who shuffled over and started peeling off her tights. I undressed and threw my clothes over a chair while Paul continued to carefully and lovingly undress his wife in front of me. He folded her clothes and she stroked his hair a couple of times. It struck me a very loving relationship, but a little like owner and pet, rather than wife and husband.
‘Kisses,’ she purred, and Paul knelt at her feet and started kissing her toes. She leaned back on the bed, naked, and smiled at me.
‘Like what you see?’ She said.
‘Absolutely!’ I chirped.
I was still a little unsure of what my role was in this scenario, so I watched as Paul worked his way up Liz’s beautifully toned legs, planting kisses along the inside of her thighs. As he reached her crotch he turned and looked at me inquisitively. Either he was inviting me to lick out his wife, or was seeking permission. I guessed it was time for me to play my part.
‘Lick her,’ I said firmly. ‘Get her nice a wet for me.’
Paul buried his head between her legs and she shuddered. ‘Good boy,’ she murmured as he lapped away at her vulva. Extraordinary, I mused. I noticed I was now rock hard, so I stroked my shaft gently, enjoying the show.
Liz was breathing heavily, and I was getting rather more excited than I should have been at this stage in the proceedings. I considered several options whilst I watched him tonguing her. I wanted that snatch! If this is how they play, it’s time to get serious, I thought.
‘Cuck, get on the bed and stroke her tits,’ I barked and he clambered up and knelt behind her, leaving her wet, glistening cunt on full view. I moved towards her and pulled her legs up and around my waist.
‘I’m going to fuck your wife now,’ I continued, keeping it mean.
‘Thank you, Sir,’ muttered Paul and he started stroking Liz’s breasts. She leaned back and rested against his thighs, beaming with lust. No further instructions needed, I forced my cock into her hole and buried it balls-deep.
‘Oh my God, that’s good,’ she squealed as I began thrusting into her. I ploughed her lovely juicy furrow for a while and it occurred to me how convenient it is to have someone else worry about her boobs. Handy, I thought, and then chuckled at my own joke.
Liz was gazing up into Paul’s eyes and I saw the affection between them.
‘This is how a real man fucks,’ she whispered and he beamed with joy.
I was getting a little too close, so decided on a change.
‘Do you want to watch my cock ploughing your wife’s tight cunt?’ I asked him. He nodded enthusiastically.
I slipped out and pulled Liz to her feet, kissing her hard on her mouth.
‘Lie down,’ I ordered him and he lay back with his head over the edge of the bed.
Spinning Liz around I gently guided her forwards and she knelt over Paul’s head. It was a little precarious, but I moved in and steadied her, looking down at his face. My cock was glistening with her juice and he reached up and licked it. I was momentarily surprised, but it wasn’t unpleasant. He was still beaming and I smiled down at him, finally recognising the bond between cuck and bull. He was clearly enjoying this as much as I was. He’s just the cuck now, I thought and I slid into Liz’s gaping hole. The two of them moaned with pleasure.
I gripped her hips and thrust into her snatch. I could no longer see the cuck, but noticed he was still stroking her tits, pinching her nipples as she bucked and moaned.
‘Harder,’ she cried. ‘Don’t stop!’ I wasn’t sure if this instruction was for me or the cuck, so I just assumed both and pounded her forcefully. She screamed and I felt her vagina spasm as she came, which set me off and I unloaded a thick squirt of man-cream into her loins. We bucked and rocked several times as I spurted into her. Fucking awesome. What a beautiful sight!
We calmed for a few moments. The cuck was lapping at my balls and Liz’s clit.
‘Ready for your supper,’ Liz whispered sexily. He moaned from underneath us. I pulled out my flaccid dick with a squelch, and she planted it on his face, sticky streams of cum oozing into his mouth as he greedily licked her swollen pussy.
I sat back in the chair and watched as he munched away at her snatch, swallowing every drop of cream that dribbled out of her hole. She was still moaning and it seemed that this was a regular part of the pleasure they enjoyed together. I’d never tasted cum myself, except for the faint hint during a post-blowjob kiss, and the idea of eating jizz didn’t appeal at all. But the cuck was clearly loving it, judging by the extreme bulge in his trousers. I wondered when, or even whether, he’d be allowed to get off.
After a few minutes, she pushed him off the bed and invited me to snuggle. The cuck left the room, returning with warm flannels and a towel. He cleaned his mistress and wiped my penis then went off to get us drinks.
Liz smiled at me. ‘What do you think?’ she whispered.
I paused, trying to frame my response. ‘I think you love your husband very much, and he clearly adores you.’
She gazed at me for a moment. ‘For such a young man, you have a wise head,’ she purred.
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