Cuckold's Warning, Chapter 4

Chapter 4

By the time I reached the door out of the front room, they were already beginning to climb the stairs. My wife looked back over shoulder, saying, "Hurry up, sweetie! I don't want to keep Jack waiting." They continued upstairs, and I walked faster to catch up, slowing only when I came up behind them as they reached the bedroom door.

Once inside, they stood by the bed, kissing passionately. Jack's hands roamed everywhere on my wife's body, and I could tell by her sighs and small movements that she was becoming even more aroused by his attentions. She pulled away from him a short distance, then said to me, "Honey, I want you to undress me for Jack." She then stood there waiting, as if unsure of my reaction. I was also unsure, but only for a split second. I took the two steps necessary to reach her, and with trembling hands untied the string that held her halter in place.

As the flimsy piece of cloth hit the floor, Jack said in a husky voice, "Jesus, Sandie. You have the most perfect breasts of any woman on this planet. That has to be the most beautiful sight in the world." His hands then slowly reached out to her, and began to caress them, moving in sensuous circles around the engorged nipples, and every now and then pinching and tweaking them. Her sighs, and increasingly ragged breathing, signaled the success of his attentions, and I saw her arch her neck back and push her breasts even closer to him.

Again I felt as if hypnotized, and was unable to move until she said, "The rest of it, honey! Hurry! I need him so bad!" That order seemed to awaken me, and I reached toward her waist to begin pushing down her shorts. She stopped me with a curt, "Not like that! On your knees!"

My brain was in my balls by that time, and I was sure my cock was harder than it had been in years. Without conscious thought, I knelt at her side and began to complete the undressing of her lovely body. In a matter of seconds, she stood completely naked before her lover, and again he told her how beautiful she was.

I had somehow expected her to order me to undress him also, but that didn't happen. Instead, she unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. She then dropped to her knees and unlaced his shoes. They were quickly removed, followed by his socks. She then unbuckled his belt, unfastened and unzipped his trousers, and slowly pulled them down.

The tent I saw in his undershorts caused me to fear for my wife's safety, and I knew then what she had meant by feeling like a virgin again when he had first fucked her. Even though I couldn't yet see the true size of his penis, it was apparent that it was much larger than mine. The head of the thing was almost sticking above the waistband of his undershorts, and that meant it surely had to be at least 8" long. As I thought of my own penis, not quite 6" in length, I could understand why Sandie would say his was twice the size of mine. I'm sure it felt that way to her.

She then pulled down his undershorts, revealing to my transfixed eyes the thing that she so loved to feel between her legs. As it sprang downward a short amount, then stood there throbbing slightly, I had to change my doubting opinion about his cock being double the size of mine. The diameter of the thing looked to be easily that much larger than mine, and I knew instinctively I was no match for him.

As soon as he had stepped out of his trousers and shorts, Sandie reached up to his cock and began to slowly caress it. She looked at me, and said in a soft, dreamy voice, "Isn't it beautiful, honey? Do you see now what I meant about it being twice the size of yours? It's no wonder I felt like a virgin again, is it?"

I hoped she wasn't expecting a response from me, for I was simply unable to make one. The sight of my wife's hand lovingly caressing her lover's penis was almost too arousing to watch. His already rampant cock seemed to grow even more as she paid homage to it, and I could see the tiny drop of pre-cum beginning to form on the tip of the swollen head.

After she had caressed and stroked his member for what seemed like an eternity, she said, without looking toward me, "Get undressed." At no time had she ceased her attentions, and it seemed that her order to me was nothing but an afterthought. I was incapable of disobeying her by then, and moved hands and fingers that were made of wood, trying to get them to unbutton my shirt. At last I was successful, and soon my clothing was laying on the floor along with my wife's and her lover's.

She stood and led him to the bed then, never releasing her hold on his massive organ. After asking him to lie in the center of our king-size bed, she also climbed up on it and straddled his legs, resting lightly on his knees.

Without taking her eyes from his throbbing cock, she spoke softly to me, saying, "Honey, get up here with us. I want you beside Jack, with your head right here." When she said that, she patted the part of the bed beside his midsection, and I'm sure I broke all speed records as I hurried to obey.

As soon as I was in place, she scooted forward and raised her crotch, stopping as her pussy was a few inches away from that part of him that was the center of our attention. My head was now less than a foot away from the thing, and I could see the drop of pre-cum had grown so much that it was ready to drop off.

In an even more husky voice, Sandie said, "Sweetie, rub that stuff all over the head of his cock. It'll help him get in me." As my hand moved to obey, I knew both of them were watching intently as I performed this act which would help another man find it easier to fuck my wife. I soon was oblivious to their presence, for the simple act of touching the head of his penis seemed to find a new side of me, and I reveled in the exquisite softness of his glans, which was, at the same time, so very hard.

I used one fingertip to spread his juice over the massive thing, and was almost reluctant to pull my hand away when she said, "That's enough. It's for me, not you." She had put her hand on my wrist as she said that, and used it to drag my hand away from the oh-so-fascinating part of him that was now bobbing back and forth even faster.

She then re-positioned herself above his member, but paused before lowering her crotch to accept him. Again she said softly, "Put it in me." I placed one hand on the shaft of his cock, and held it still beneath her. She began to slowly lower her pussy toward it, and I watched as she began to impale herself.

Both of them sighed deeply as the head disappeared from sight. For my part, I was unable to utter any sound whatsoever, other than my ragged breaths. I remember hearing her moans of pleasure as his member sank deeper and deeper into her, and also hearing him tell her how very beautiful she was. That instantly shamed me, for I knew that at no time in my life had I given her a compliment like that when she consented to having sex with me. In some deep recess of my brain, I realized that she needed that, and it was an important part of her attraction to her lover.

By the time she had been fucking him for about five minutes, she said breathlessly, "That's as far as you were ever in me. After that, I'm a virgin again." I had eyes for nothing other than his cock slowly disappearing in my wife's pussy, and knew when she said that, about 1/3 of his shaft had yet to enter her. I'll never be able to explain why that simple statement didn't make me jealous, but seemed to incite feelings of love and arousal that threatened to overwhelm me. Rather than wanting to pull him off her, I had to fight with my arms to keep them from pressing her down with all the force they could bring to bear.

I have no way to estimate how long they fucked, other than it seemed like an eternity on one hand, and a split second on the other. I do know that their lovemaking lasted far, far longer than any time she and I had done it, and again I was ashamed at how selfish my own performance had been. It was obvious to see that Jack was concerned about Sandie's pleasures, not his own.

The simple fact was demonstrated time and again by the way he caressed and stimulated her breasts as she rode him, by the way he constantly told her how very beautiful she was to him, and by the way he would use one finger to stimulate her clitoris as she pumped up and down on his cock. Everything about his actions spoke of his concern for her pleasure, and when she finally felt her orgasm overwhelm her, she begged him to find his own pleasure at the same time.

There was no mistaking when that moment of supreme pleasure consumed her, for she seemed to allow every ounce of her weight to be used to force her own impalement, at the same moment uttering her wordless cry of delight. She then began to pant the words I had never heard her say, but would have done anything to hear, if I had known they were within her.

Her so-erotic words were simple, and were repeated over and over as she climaxed. "Oh, God, Jack. Please cum in me. Please do it. Hurry. Fill my pussy." The passion in those simple words was almost more than I could bear, and I could feel my own orgasm building ever closer.

I saw his hips lift from the bed then, seeming to lift her to the ceiling, and causing his cock to bury itself even deeper. She gasped one final time then, and I saw her head thrust back so violently that it seemed her neck had broken. Again and again her body shuddered, and I could tell by his actions that their juices were mixing deep within her.

At last he settled slowly to the bed once again. She seemed to have lost the ability to sit upright, and fell forward on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her to him with all his strength as they kissed fervently.

All good things must end, and their kiss did too. Sandie raised her body back to its former position and looked down at me, saying, "Now do you see what real fucking is like?" I seemed to have lost the ability to speak, and could only nod my head in mute affirmation. In truth, I did know the difference between my performance and true lovemaking, for it had been demonstrated to me quite vividly. Again the shame I felt warred with the extreme excitement and lust that threatened to consume me.

It was then that she lifted off his semi-erect member and moved back to sit lightly on his knees. At the same time as she did that, she placed one hand between her legs, and I could see she was using her fingers to pinch her pussy lips together. No explanation was needed for why she was doing that, and I knew that the time was near when I would be expected to do my part.

Sandie placed her free head under my head and lifted it off the bed. Not a word was said as she guided it toward her lover's crotch, and the still-large penis. Even though it was now resting at peace on his stomach, it was still more than half erect. The thing was completely covered in their combined juices, and it glistened in the light of the lamp on the nightstand.

I don't know if anything was said to me, and I don't know if Sandie's hand was at all necessary. I do know that I began to lick his member as frantically as if I were starving, and he was allowing me the only food left in the world. Her hand was on my head the whole time my tongue was servicing him, and it seemed to guide me from the tip of his cock to the base of his balls. The only time her hand left its position was when she lifted his penis from his abdomen. Again, no instructions were needed for me to know it was time to open my mouth and complete my efforts.

Having his member in my mouth, so soon after it had been in my wife's vagina, seemed the most natural thing in the world right then. The taste was no different from what she had fed me one week ago, although the quantity certainly was. Where she had almost drowned me, he was giving me just a small portion. Probably the most exciting thing about it was the texture of his penis. I had never realized how exquisitely soft and velvety smooth the head of a cock would be. I had never known a texture to equal the ridges and bumps in the shaft. The most marvelous part, though, was feeling the thing expanding in my mouth as it responded to the attention I was giving it. By the time Sandie pulled my head away, it was fully erect once again, and able to stand unaided.

She said, simply, "Now it's my turn." I needed no instructions to lower my head to the bed, and once again lie on my back. She quickly moved off Jack's legs and placed her knees beside my head, her still-pinched pussy centered over my mouth.

Her only words to me were, "Your dessert is ready. Enjoy." She pulled her hand away, and held her crotch in position, letting me look at the most lovely sight in the world. As I watched, her pouting lips parted slightly, and the treasure she had held within herself began to slowly drop toward my waiting, wide-open mouth.

I saw her leaning forward slightly, looking down at my face. At that moment, the first gobbet of their cum broke free and dropped onto my tongue, and I savored the delicious flavor as the taste buds there responded to it. I saw the next icicle of their juices forming, and quickly swallowed the first. Again I opened as wide as possible, and again was rewarded with another mouthful.

Sandie then settled in place on my lips, and I began to service her in the manner which she had taught me. It took all my concentration to follow her instructions by swirling my tongue around the slit, and then concentrating my efforts on her hole. Mouthful after mouthful was sent to its rightful home in my stomach, and much too soon there was no more to be had, even though I sucked as strongly as I dared. It seemed that I was simply out of my mind with frenzied lust by then, and no amount of their cum could have slaked my thirst.

When she at last lifted off me, it was all I could do to not pull her back down, hoping there would be at least one more tiny drop for me. She had other ideas by then, and asked for her lover's help in putting them in action. Her voice was once again husky with emotion as she said, "Jack, lift his legs back over his head."

I wasn't capable of rational thought by then, and simply had no idea of her purpose. As he did her bidding, though, and as she placed her hand on my cock at the same time as she ordered, "Open your mouth," I knew what she intended. It was beyond my ability to disobey, and my mouth sprang open as wide as possible.

As he held my legs above my head, Jack pushed his erection up against my balls. He seemed to unconsciously begin moving the thing against me, and I could feel his sac pressing against my exposed butthole. Along with everything else, that action, which would have been disgusting to me in a more lucid state of mind, simply added to the sexual excitement that had overcome me.

My glazed-over eyes watched in fascination as she stroked my penis, and I'll never forget the sight of the slit in my cock head expanding, and the first spurt of semen literally exploding out of it. She stopped pumping me then, and simply aimed my cock at the target. I won't pretend that "quarts of cum" shot into my mouth, as some writers like to say. Rather, my entire load filled me only once. I held my mouth open as I waited for more, but when she saw my orgasm was complete, my wife said softly, "Swallow it." I did.

I won't bore you with further descriptions of what the three of us did that night. Suffice it to say that both my wife and Jack had been aroused by the attentions I paid them, and as soon as they were able, they began to make love for the second time. About an hour later, my services were again required, and while they were exciting to me, my second orgasm of the night was not allowed.

I remember Jack saying something about being exhausted, and needing to go home for some much-needed rest. Sandie agreed with his assessment of their condition, and watched quietly as he dressed. We walked with him down the stairs and to the door, neither of us bothering to dress. The lovers kissed good night, and Jack left. We turned off the lights around the house, just as we normally would, and returned to our bed, just as we normally would.

As we lay in bed, drifting off, Sandie said in a drowsy voice, "That was the best thing that's ever happened to me. I'm so glad I found your stories, aren't you?" I think I mumbled some sort of agreement, but I'm not sure. She was talking very softly then, and as I strained to hear, it sounded like she said, "I loved seeing you suck his dick. When he rubbed it against your asshole while holding your legs up, I wanted to see him put it in you. Maybe next time." She was then quiet, and I knew she'd dropped off, exhausted by her hard night's "work."

I also fell asleep then, and had no conscious thoughts for many hours. I do know that my sleep was visited by some pretty arousing dreams, probably because of the lingering taste of the cum of three different people. It was worth it, though, because when we awoke late the next morning, Sandie was ready for me to service her again. I love doing that, and had come to believe it was my destiny to do it for her forever.