Journey into Cuckoldry
We had been looking forward to the concert for months - Elton John in a live open air concert in the amazing grounds of Calke Abbey, a stately home in the English countryside. The tickets had cost a small fortune and Alice had spent many days researching how best to buy them to make sure we had good seats before getting up at 4am to book them online. But at last she had succeeded and there we were on our way to the big event.
There were four of us: my wife Alice, our married friends Carmen and Steve and me. We had decided to make a full day of it and our two ******* had been sent to their Grandparents for the weekend so we could stay out as late as we wanted. Carmen and Steve didn't have ******* which on occasions made Alice and me envious -- but only sometimes.
The concert was to be held about three hours' drive from the town in which we live but would be well worth the long journey. And anyway, it gave me a chance to give our brand new seven seat MPV a good run -- in fact, with the back bench seat pushed as far back as it would go, there was almost enough room from us to have our picnic inside if the weather turned against us.
The girls had given Steve and me permission to wear shorts with our T shirts and they themselves were dressed for the sun, Carmen in a short light summer dress, Alice in a short skirt and sleeveless top, both girls showing off their slim bodies and gorgeous legs -- but in an acceptably British manner of course.
We had arrived mid afternoon after a boisterous but otherwise uneventful drive and, after parking up, had had a grand picnic spread out on a rug under a large shady tree. There had been champagne and smoked salmon and chilled white wine and coronation chicken and party cakes and... you get the idea.
Sadly, I had to watch my drinking because I had to drive us all home later but the others saw no reason to keep me company in my sobriety and were enjoying the day to the full.
My strikingly pretty, blonde, slim wife Alice in particular was getting quite tipsy and our friends, Carmen and Steve, were not feeling much pain either. Both shorter and darker than us, they had a cheeky, mischievous air to them which was infectious. An unconventional but attractive couple, Carmen as her name suggests, had the dark fiery eyes and full body of a gypsy;her husband Steve was thick-set and powerfully built. There was plenty of laughter and more than a little horse-play as we became ******* again for the day and when the time came to go across the fields to take our seats for the concert, we were all a little ******* and giggling, even me!
Despite all that happened later that day, the concert itself must go down as one of the best I've ever seen. From the moment he stepped on the stage, all thoughts of sitting down were forgotten and when his hands hit the piano keys for the opening bars of 'Saturday Night...' the dancing began and continued unbroken for well over an hour.
We were all very thirsty at the interval but the only stall not mobbed out by the crowds only sold cold beer. I bought four and brought them back to our seats where they disappeared within seconds. The girls in particular had been letting themselves go and were hot and sweaty with their exertions.
The second half of the concert was even better than the first, with more and more energetic dancing in the aisles so that when, over an hour later and after many encores the concert finally ended, we left the field with 'I'm still standing' ringing in our ears and on a real high.
When we got back to the van Steve found nearly full bottle of champagne left which the three of them soon finished. I stuck to Diet Coke -- I wasn't sure I would pass a breath-test even without another ******* -- and we piled ******* and giggling, our ears ringing, into the van for the long journey home.
Perhaps the most sober of the three, Carmen had decided that she would keep me company in the frontand had told Alice to join Steve in the back seat. I wasn't exactly pleased with the arrangement -- I always prefer to travel with Alice next to me and would have liked her to snuggle against me on the front bench.
Anyway, our little group was still quite boisterous as we started out and Steve kept it that way by providing even more drinks in the car as we drove home, taunting me that I wasn't allowed any.
For the first hour or so Carmen talked incessantly, slurring her words quite a bit and using her hands to speak in true Latin style. I barely noticed that while she was talking she had gradually slid across the front bench to sit closer to me. By the time we were travelling at speed on the motorway she had draped one rather inebriated arm over my shoulder with the other patting me on the arm and leg as she chatted away..
I looked in the rear view mirror. It was dark outside but by the light of the motorway streetlamps I could see that Steve had moved similarly close to Alice and had an arm around her shoulder too.
A short while later I realized that Carmen's hand had not moved for a while and was resting on my thigh where she was lightly stroking my leg. Amused, I didn't object, even when her hand gradually slid a little higher to my upper thigh and kept on stroking.I turned to her with what I thought was a puzzled expressionbut she simply looked straight back at me and smiled as her hand moved slowly but deliberately to my cock where she continued to massage me. It of course, responded to her manipulations by swelling and beginning to hurt within my rather tight shorts.
Feeling a little guilty but not quite able to put a stop to things, I glanced guiltily in the mirror to see what was happening in the back seatand whether Alice had noticed what was going on. I could see very little so casually adjusted mirror to give me a better view, fully expecting to see them both fast asleep. What I did see was Steve holding my tired and tipsy wife closely, his hand straying to her thigh as Carmen's had strayed to mine. As I watched, Alice pushed his straying hand away with a giggle,but Steve was persistent and it soon found its way back to her thigh.She pushed it away a second timebut within seconds it was back once more, this time sliding up slightly towards her crotch.
The two of them were giggling, and as Carmen was still massaging my cock through my shorts it seemed ridiculous for me to object to what was probably just a bit of harmless fun. I turned back to the road and tried to concentrate on my driving for a while but this was difficult with a tightly constrained erection as well as uncertain activities behind me. After a few minutes I looked back in the mirror to see Steve turning my wife's face towards him and kissing her on the lips. Beside me, Carmen cannot possibly have been unaware of what was happening behind her, but when I looked at her she just grinned back and began to stroke my erection more firmly through my shorts.
To my shame, I actually felt relieved that Alice couldn't see what Carmen was doing to keeping me in my highly aroused state. I glanced guiltily in the mirror again and was concerned to see that Steve had pulled Alice against him once more, and was again trying to kiss my inebriated wife. Alice's was now apparently offering only token resistance and Steve's lips were on hers. I started to protest but to my astonishment, Carmen immediately silenced me by pulling my head towards hers and giving me a firm, passionate kiss on the lips while still stroking my cock.
A car horn blared and I swerved back into the left hand lane. Jesus! That was close! I had better pay more attention to the road.
Carmen reached over and deliberately flicked open the waistband of my shorts and slowly pulled down the zipper. She plunged her hand into my open shorts and grabbed my cock, quickly freeing it from its painful constraints and letting it rise to its full erect height.
Leaning close she whispered in my ear
"Ignore them! They're just having a little fun."
I tried hard to drive as she slowly but firmly stroked me until I was so hard it almost hurt. I fidgeted in the driving seat in an attempt to free my cock properly. Carmen slipped her hands either side of my shorts and, as I raised myself a little in the driving seat, she slid them down and under my buttocks to mid thigh, leaving me fully naked to her amazing touchwhich she now applied with a vengeance, stroking all down my shaft and toying with my tip.
There was a low muffled sound from the back seat. I looked into the mirror again to see my wife with her skirt and slip now pushed right up to the point where I could see her lacy white panties. Her hands were on Steve's wrist, apparently offering some resistance to his progress, but she was very definitely not resisting when before my eyes he kissed her again, holding her mouth against his for a long time.
Very much aware of my own increasing pleasure at Carmen's hands, I wondered how far my very aroused wife would let Steve go before calling a halt.
But things in the front took a turn which diverted my attention away from Alice as, close by my side; Carmen brazenly raised the hem of her dress and, taking my free hand, placed it on her bare thighs just as her husband Steve had done to my wife. With my wrist in her hand, she spread her legs wider and eased my willing hand deep between her thighs till my delving fingers encountered the wet crotch of her panties.
Oh my God! What was going on?
There were more soft sounds coming from the back seat suggesting things were moving forward there too. My hand still on Carmen's damp crotch, I glanced in the mirror to see that Steve had now unbuttoned Alice's thin blouse and was in the process of pushing up her bra, exposing her breasts. My wife didn't seem to be putting up any real resistance at all as he caressed her exposed nipples which rapidly stiffened and her chest rose and fell deeply.
As I watched, desperately trying to keep one eye on the road,her flushed face lifted and her eyes met mine in the mirror.For a second we just stared at each other; then she lowered her head and leaned back against the seat. I looked across at Carmen,whose knowing smile told me she was very much aware of what was going on behind us. Lifting her hips slightly, she slid her panties down to her thighs, exposing her naked vulva then spread her legs more and pulled my hand firmly up against wet slit. I moved my fingers over her wetness, caressing her hairy lips then sliding my middle finger into her vagina. Carmen moaned softly as with her hand she continued working on the shaft of my cock.
A minute later, a glance in the mirror showed that things in the back had moved to a new level. Alice's legs were now stretched out along the bench seat, her thighs still exposed right up to her panties,and Steve was perched alongside her, his mouth on her erect nipples. She was still ostensibly resisting his advances, but was obviously becoming more and more aroused as his mouth and tongue did their job. I could hear her moaning softly, as if trying to keep the sound of her arousal from my ears, but she was clearly no longer in full control of her responses.
Carmen continued her amazing ministrations on my cock, carefully keeping me just below the threshold of climax. I had now slipped two fingers deep into her wet pussy and was moving them around inside her. She moaned softly when I finally found her tiny clitoris and stroked the stiff bud with my thumb.
Deep down I knew I should pull over and stop the car, then stop both Carmen and protect my wife's fidelity from Steve's determined assault. But there was no rest stop and no other place to pull off and even deep down I knew I had to see how far things would go so I tried to concentrate as best I could.Steve's hand was now caressing the crotch of Alice's panties as he continued to kiss her lips and work on her firm breasts. A strange feeling came over me and I quietly flicked a switch on the dashboard, turning on the reading lights in the back. My wife's soaking panties were suddenly clearly visible, as was the pink flush in her cheeks.Steve smiled an almost triumphal smile and, as if sensing that Alice's resistance was weakening, and thinking the timing was right, he gripped the waist-band of her panties.
I heard him whisper "Lift up!"
Alice did as she was told and as she raised her hips, Steve deftly pulled her panties from under her, sliding them down her thighs. Steve simply pulled them firmly down her legs over her feet and off, leaving my flushed and aroused wife naked to her waist behind me.
I saw a broad and definitely victorious smile cross Steve's face as he tossed her panties into the front of the car where they landed in Carmen's lap.
She giggled as she glanced at them as if proud of the progress that Steve was making with my wife then, to my astonishment she took the lacy panties, wrapped them around my cock, and continued her stroking, seemingly untroubled at her husband's attempt to seduce my trembling wife.
At the moment he appeared to be succeeding.Steve, obviously believing she was helpless and his for the taking, slid his trousers and shorts down below his knees, exposing, a very large, very thick and hard cock.
He moved towards her, his cock in his hand.
"No! No more! I can't do this!" She pressed her long and beautiful legs tightly together.
It was now almost impossible to drive safely, my eyes constantly gazing into the rear view mirror to see what they were doing in the back seat and with Carmen controlling my cock while I still had two fingers deep in her.
Steve continued his assault on my wife's exposed body, kissing her lips and nipples, stroking her breasts and thighs, and Alice was beginning to respond to his caresses clearly weakened by her obvious sexual arousal, and the alcohol she had consumed.
I heard a long low familiar groan from my wife and guessed his fingers had straightaway found her sex. Carmen must have heard this too because she glanced into the back seat and, seeing what was taking place, smiled to herself.
When I heard Alice gasp aloud in surprise I stared hard in the mirror. Alice's eyes met mine again, her chest flushed pink with arousal and a look almost of fear on her face as if imploring me.
Did she want me to intervene? Was she helpless? Had she completely lost control?
Alice dropped her gaze from mine, her eyes glazed as she gave herself over to the illicit moment. Steve was now completely in control of my wife and she was perilously close to submitting totally to him.
I suppose I could have stopped them there and then. Truly I can't explain why I didn't. All I know is that I drove and watched, my cock in another woman's hands, my fingers in another woman's pussy, as Steve began inexorably to take my wife's fidelity away.
Steve gripped Alice's knees firmly and pulled her till she was lying prone on the rear seat. He pressed her legs wide open with his hands then moved up, mounting her, directing his swollen cock against the wet lips of her pussy. As I watched dumbstruck, she gasped as she felt his huge cock moving between the lips of her pussy, moistening the head.
Alice looked me straight in the eye as she felt the pressure of his cock against her entrance. Her face was soft and her eyes dreamy with her arousal.
I was immobilized, unable to utter a sound as Steve pressed forward and into her yielding flesh.
Alice groaned, giving a hoarse cry as Steve's cock entered her body, her inner lips parted and stretched as he thrust his mighty rigid cock into the depths of my wife's vagina, her resistance to his invasion now completely vanquished. Alice groaned again as he filled her, her knees raised and her legs spread as wide as the van seats would allow, crying out in sheer lust as she was fully impaled.
A pain flashed through my chest and my ******* ran cold. It was done. All semblance of fidelity had gone. I was watching another man fuck my wife!
My eyes barely focusing on the road, I watched as Steve began to fuck her properly, thrusting into her with slow deep strokes, his barely visible cock shiny with her juices in the car's light.I was mesmerized, almost faint with excitement, seeing my pretty, innocent wife with her legs spread wide and another man's bare buttocks rising and falling between them.
Carmen had turned her head to watch too, her face also flushed with arousal as her husband worked away between my wife's legs, fucking her mercilessly.
Alice's eyes met mine as she was pounded, moaning almost continuously and getting louder all the time, gasping when he thrust deeply into her, fucking my wife in front of his own.
Carmen was clearly enjoying the scene on the back seat because she momentarily stopped her activity on my throbbing cock to watch her husband's conquest, her eyes shining with excitement as his cock plunged deep into my trembling wife. Steve increased his thrusting and I knew he was going to cum soon. Despite my dazed condition, the thought of Alice getting pregnant flashed momentarily through my mind. She was not on the pill,but once again I was paralyzed, unable to do anything but watch.
From the pace of his thrusting Steve had no intentions on pulling out and would ejaculate deep into the depths of my wife's pussy as if his conquest would only be complete if he could fill her with his semen with me watching as she willingly received his seed.
Alice had lost all control. She had surrendered completely to him, all her senses focused on the throbbing, pounding cock which was driving her to a shattering climax.Another man was about to inseminate my wife and yet I was unable to register even the slightest protest.
Both of them were rapidly approaching orgasm. Steve's thrusts grew faster and faster until at last he let out a raw ******* groan as he pushed himself one last powerful time fully into her, driving Alice's her head hard against the inside of the rear door as he began to cum inside her. Beneath him, Alice cried out as his semen flowed into her body. Her legs gripped his thighs and her hands grasped his hips as her body stiffened in climax then shuddered as she was overwhelmed with her own orgasm.
Carmen's face took on a strange, satisfied look and, turning back to my painfully hard cock, she increased the pace of her stroking faster and faster until with an intensity I cannot ever remember experiencing before or since, she brought me to a massive, messy climax, covering Alice's already damp panties with semen and making me shake my own orgasm. The van swerved left then right and very nearly ran off the road as I ejaculated, making both Steve and Alice squeal and giggle behind me.
Once the vehicle was under control, we drove for a while in awkward silence. I could hear noises coming from the back seat. I hardly dare look in the mirror but felt compelled to see it all through to the end. I was just in time to see Steve finally removing his shrinking cock from my wife.Her cunt was open and wet with their juices. He perched on the edge of the seat while Alice, stunned and dizzy, lay where he had left her with her legs spread and moisture seeping onto the seat from her gaping pussy.
I could hear her whimpering softly, her eyes wide with shock as if she had just realized the full extent of her surrender; she had been seduced, stripped, thoroughly fucked, and with her husband watching. She began to sob and real tears appeared.
After a while they began to get dressed clumsily.
In the front, Carmen wiped spattered semen from my legs and shirt with Alice's panties. She leaned over and whispering in my ear.
"I think you've just discovered something about yourself you didn't know, haven't you?" I didn't reply. She went on as she wriggled my shorts back under my buttocks and tucked my flaccid cock back into them.
"You were really turned on watching Steve fucking Alice, and cumming in her weren't you?"Again I didn't respond, my head still swimming with images of my lovely, unfaithful wife.
"You know there are some men who enjoy watching their wives being fucked by another man." She went on.
"They're called cuckolds."
I tried not to listen to her words, obviously true though they were. Her voice was hard, almost cruel and with an air of triumph."You do realize that Steve stuck it to you as well as sticking it to your pretty, goody-goody wife. How does it feel to be cuckolded? To know your own wife has another man's sperm swimming about inside her? And that she loved having his great big cock in her? How does that make you feel, Cuckold?"To my amazement and shame, far from making me jealous and angry, I found Carmen's words even more arousing.
"It's going to be a long time before she forgets what it was like to be thoroughly fucked by a real man."
With that, Carmen wiped her own pussy clean with a tissue and pulled her panties back on, then wriggled her dress back down under her bottom. She stared out of the window with a contented look on her face.
The rest of the journey passed in awkward silence, the van full of the scent of recent sex.
Finally we arrived at Steve and Carmen's home and parted from our smiling partners. They both suggested that we should get together again soon but I didn't think that was likely considering what had just happened.
Just before we drove away, Carmen handed Alice's semen-soaked panties back to her, saying with a knowing smile that she was sorry about their condition but that I was responsible for their sticky contents.
We drove home in silence, then went into the house and for a while tried to behave as if nothing had happened -- but that was of course impossible. If nothing else we both needed showers to remove the evidence of our sins. We unpacked the day's baggage, still in almost complete silence, the feelings of guilt weighing heavily on both our shoulders, unable to look each other in the eye.
Alice had sobered up by the time she had showered and changed for bed. We had undressed separately and got into bed, lying stiffly as far apart as the mattress would allow. I turned out the light and lay eyes wide open in the darkness listening to my wife's slow breathing.
Eventually I heard what sounded like soft sobs coming from her side of the bed.
"Are you ok?" I whispered.
"I... I... I'm so, so sorry..." She croaked.
I reached across for her hand and squeezed it.
"It was my fault too... "I said softly. "I should have... done something... I don't understand why I didn't..."
"I don't know why I let him do it..." She said, her voice a little stronger. "I know I was ******* but... "
"But you wanted it too..." I finished her sentence for her.
And then it was as if a dam had burst, and we both began talking at once in the darkness.
"At first I thought we were just fooling around, sort of a kissing and petting party. I never thought it would go that far... And then it was too late, and I was too wet and too turned on to stop him from fucking me."Something had changed. My pretty, innocent wife would never have used the 'f' word before tonight. I looked across at her beautiful face. Her eyes were wide, excited and surprisingly defiant for a woman who had cuckolded her husband as he watched. I felt an unfamiliar excitement within me too. Alice was clearly aroused again and, though feeling guilty, was not prepared to take all the blame.
"And what about you? Cumming in my panties?" She continued. "I suppose Carmen was jerking you off as Steve was screwing me. I guess you were pretty excited watching him fucking me and cumming in me."
She had put extra hard stress on the words 'fucking' and 'cumming'. She appeared to think for a second then said. "My God, he came a lot, he really filled me! "It's still leaking out of my pussy now!"
The thought of my wife's pussy still leaking another man's semen was more erotic than I could comfortably imagine. But with Alice having got it all off her chest I felt able to respond.
"Baby, I was as helpless as you were! I never believed he would end up fucking you. I thought you would stop him yourself, but when he actually managed to get your panties off you I guess lust took over."
"I guess I was caught up in the whole erotic show. Watching Steve fucking you and with Carmen stroking me at the same time I just lost it! And when he started cumming inside you - it was just... just... like nothing on this earth."
There was a moment's silence before Alice continued.
"By the time I realized he wasn't going to pull out it was too late! And the thought that he might make me pregnant made it so much more erotic - even more so knowing you and Carmen were watching me being fucked." She was clearly getting excited again as the fresh memories filled her mind."God! It was as if my whole body was centered on his huge cock. When I felt him swelling and spurting into me it was overwhelming. I just came and came!
"So do you forgive me?" She asked, calmer now. "I've cheated on you! I've never done that before."
"Of course!" I immediately replied. "I'm at least partly to blame. I should have stopped things when I had the chance. Do you forgive me?"
She burst into tears and rolled into my arms. Before either of us knew what was happening we had torn off our night clothes and were making love more passionately than we had for many years, Alice coming quickly and noisily.
We slept soundly in each other's arms.
The following day Alice went to the pharmacy (in a town about forty miles from where we live to avoid being recognized) and bought the 'morning after' pill. Although the risk of pregnancy had greatly increased both of our passions we did not want another baby -- and certainly not one whose fatherhood was in any way in doubt.
About a week later Alice told me she had bumped into Carmen at the grocery store and that they had gone for a coffee together. I said that it must have been awkward for them but Alice said that Carmen had been all smiles and had asked if Alice had recovered from 'her little adventure' as Carmen put it.
When Alice didn't say anything, Carmen had boasted that Alice was by no means the first wife that Steve had fucked. She wasn't even the first wife he had fucked in front of her own husband, and Carmen had often helped in the seduction as she had with Alice and me.
It seems that Carmen is pleased and proud that her husband is attractive enough and masculine enough to take the ultimate prize from other men's wives in front of their eyes. The more he does it, the more Carmen is attracted to him. Of course she would never let another man cum in her though -- they were looking for victory not fair exchange!
Getting a reluctant wife to fuck you willingly is a Good Victory. Inseminating her is a Great Victory. Inseminating her in front of her husband is Total Conquest, and Alice and I had been truly conquered.
Carmen had asked if we wanted to get together again for a repeat performance.
We both re-lived that experience in our minds many times, and the memory did add a level of excitement to our coupling, but we didn't do that scene again.
Journey into Cuckoldry - Twice Shy
So one morning as I sipped my coffee and ate a sandwich in the large Coffee Shop in the town centre, I saw the door open and Carmen enter on her own. I tried to make myself invisible but she had already spotted me and,once she had collected her hot *******, made her way over to my quiet corner table.
"Hi!" She said, leaning over. We kissed awkwardly but politely on the cheek. "Mind if I join you?"
She put down her handbag and sat in the comfortable chair alongside mine. For a few minutes we went through the usual routine. How was Steve? How was Alice? How were our *******? How was your holiday?
"I think you two have been avoiding us, haven't you?" She said softly, leaning towards me with her eyes full of mischief. "There's no need, you know. We're very discreet – your secret's safe with us!"
"It's not that..." I stammered. "We've just been busy..." It sounded weak, even to me.
"Of course you have..." She said, unconvinced. "You've hardly had a chance to think about that night, have you?"
She laughed. I blushed scarlet.
"Steve and I talk about it quite often." She went on. "It was such a good evening and especially after the concert." Her eyes were fixed on mine. I tried to return her gaze but it was difficult.
"We've often thought we should go to another... concert ... with you two."
"I think we've had enough concerts for a while." I said, pretending to make a joke of it. But Carmen could see right through me."You two were quite a surprise. Steve nor I expected the pair of you to go anywhere near as far as you did!" I looked at her quizzically, encouraging her to carry on.
"Steve thought that strong, macho you would step in and stop him as soon as he got his hands on little Alice's knickers. I had an idea about you, even then. Alice turned out to be a bit of a pushover, didn't she?"
Her words brought a flush of anger to my cheeks. Carmen must have seen it because she immediately put her hand on mine. "I'm sorry to upset you, but she certainly didn't put up much of a fight, you have to admit that."
Indeed I had admitted it to myself, but was not prepared to say it out loud and effectively call the woman I loved a slut.
"And as for you... Well, you have been born to be a cuckold. You didn't lift a finger to protect your wife's honour even though you could clearly see what was going on. Not one finger."
My anger increased, this time with myself. Carmen was telling the truth and I didn't like it one bit. She continued the verbal *******.
"Not even when it was obvious he was going to cum in her right in front of you!" She laughed hollowly.
"And you didn't even try and even things up by screwing me yourself, did you?"
She sat back, her little lecture over for the moment.
"Would you have let me screw you?" I asked in a feeble attempt to defend myself. Carmen smiled.
"As it happens, no I wouldn't. " She said very quietly after making sure no-one was nearby. "Steve and I aren't swingers. I'm a one-cock girl – especially if the cock in question has just cum in another man's wife right in front of him."
"It's the biggest turn-on I can imagine. I couldn't wait for us to get back home!"
My mind reeled at the thought of Carmen and Steve having triumphant sex in their bed after we had taken them home that night, pleased with their unexpectedly successful conquest.
"What was your sex life like straight after it all happened?" She asked, taking a line I had not expected.
"Well actually it was good. No, to be honest it was great. Really great!" I confessed.
"But it's cooled off again now, right?" She stated. I didn't answer. She was right of course; it had been a cause of a little friction between Alice and me recently.
"I think you'd rather like to do it all over again." She whispered. "Cuckold!"
"That was a one-off. A mistake!"
"Really? You'd like to see Alice and Steve together again, right?" She said for a second time.
I lowered my eyes and nodded.
"Let's get another coffee and talk. I have an idea..." She said.
***
A few days later, Carmen and I were sitting in different cafe. Our table was perfectly placed for us both to see clearly whatever was going on across the road.On the roadside terrace of our favorite Italian restaurant opposite, my lovely wife sat waiting patiently for me to arrive. Every few minutes she looked at her watch and gazed down the road. The wine glass in front of her was already two-thirds empty and as she looked at the menu for the fifth time, she took another sip.
Across the road, the attentive waiter approached Alice, pointing to her empty glass. I picked up my mobile phone and dialed. Across the road, Alice answered.
"Hi Darling!" She said. "Where are you? It's getting late." I could see the concern on her face.
"I'm so sorry Sweetheart..." I replied, trying to sound convincing. "I can't see any way I'm going to get out of here for the next hour. I'm really sorry – you'll just have to eat lunch without me..."
"But it was supposed to a special occasion... I've dressed up and everything..."
"I know. I'm so sorry... Another time? Please?"
She wasn't happy of course, but after a minute's chat and a brief 'I love you', we hung up.
From my vantage point across the road I could see her body language change from sexy and happy to badly disappointed. She put the phone down and was toying with her near-empty glass when the waiter reappeared with two small plates of food, presumably the nibbles she had ordered for the two of us. Alice looked at them then distractedly began to eat.
After less than a minute, a familiar handsome figure walked confidently around the corner and made directly for the restaurant terrace. It was Steve. Helooked across the busy tables and smiled, then walked straight over to where my wife Alice was sitting.
Steve put his hand on her shoulder;she turned, immediately recognizing him; her face registered surprise then unease. He spoke, smiling; they kissed hello on the cheek. There was more talk; Alice looked frustrated; Steve looked at his watch and spoke again; Alice broke into a laugh; Steve laughed too; Alice nodded and he sat down at her table.Summoning the waiter, Steve placed some kind of order and within minutes two more large glasses of wine appeared. They sipped and chatted and Alice was gradually becoming more relaxed with him, laughing frequently at his words .
He began to touch her hand a little as they talked. At first Alice moved it away automatically but as the conversation went on she smiled and laughed more and more and by the time they had finished eating Steve's hand had been resting on my wife's for a good twenty minutes.
Eventually he looked one last time at his watch and, pulling a face, called for the bill. After a short debate, apparently about who should pay, Steve got out his wallet while Alice rummaged in her handbag for something. Eventually she took out her pocket diary. They debated a little longer then Alice wrote something in the book before putting it away.
They stood up together –Alice looked a little unsteady on her feet – then kissed goodbye before going their separate ways.This time the kiss, though still very short, was definitely on the lips.
In the cafe opposite, Carmen and I leaned back in our seats.
"Well?" She said, and I realized that her hand had been pressed firmly against my groin under the table throughout the floor show. "It looks like we've started something, doesn't it?"
***
I arrived home well after six o'clock, apologizing half-heartedly for missing our date. Alice seemed a lot less unhappy than she should. I asked what she had done at the restaurant. She replied that she had simply finished her ******* and nibbles, had a coffee and gone shopping in town.
"So you've had a pretty solitary day then?" I ventured. Alice nodded. I smiled inwardly. She was keeping secrets!
When the ******* were in bed, Alice went upstairs for a bath, leaving me alone in the kitchen. I quickly opened her handbag, found her diary, turned to today's date and worked forwards in time until I saw the entry I was looking for. It wasn't far in the future.
Thursday 1pm – lunch – S
Alice and Steve had arranged to meet for lunch in three days' time and she wasn't going to tell me about it.
***
It was Wednesday morning before Carmen called.
"It's the Grange..." She told me, meaning a Garden Centre about twenty miles away. "It's perfect for you. There's a cafe close to the restaurant where you can sit and watch. You'd be hidden by the display but you'd see them really well."
I knew it and it was perfect. Carmen and Steve must have chosen it especially because of the opportunity to watch that it afforded. It was also far enough away from our home for there to be little chance of meeting any friends there.
***
I arrived half an hour early on Thursday and, after ordering tea and a sandwich, took out my newspaper and waited for Alice and Steve to arrive.
Five minutes before the hour, my wife entered the restaurant and was shown to a table not far from the full length glass partition that separated the restaurant from the cafe in which I sat. She had clearly gone to a lot of trouble to look her best for this lunch date.
At exactly one o'clock, Steve arrived. A tight white T shirt and slim-cut jeans showed off his gym-toned body.
They kissed hello full on the lips, then sat talked, Steve's hand on hers from the beginning. As the lunch progressed, his hand found its way to her bare knee where, after a short period of stroking, it progressed up her thigh until it reached the hem of her dress.
Alice laughingly tapped him on the cheek and moved his fingers away – but only as far as her knee. My wife was being systematically fondled in public and apparently enjoying every minute of it.
When it was time to depart, they were both obviously reluctant and waited until they had reached the far corner of the car park before kissing goodbye. This time the kiss was longer and on the lips. Steve's hands fell to Alice's buttocks and squeezed them. She didn't resist.
***
Alice was rather impatient with me over the weekend. Our lovemaking was unsatisfactory too, which is what I had intended.
Alice didn't mention her lunch with Steve when I asked her about her day that evening over supper. Instead she wanted to discuss the arrangements for our visit to my parents the coming Friday when we were due to drive north and stay over the weekend. The ******* were looking forward to it.
***
It was Wednesday afternoon when I noticed the call on my mobile phone from Carmen. "It's Friday! Steve's taking her out to dinner and then dancing. He thinks he can fuck her in your house afterwards. I think he's right – she's ready for it!"
"But we're going to my parents on Friday..." I protested.
"She's going to make an excuse. Trust me, she's ready for it. Now you and I need to talk..."
***
On Friday morning I was at work as usual. Alice was to collect the ******* after school and get everything packed for the weekend so I could come home and whisk us all immediately away. All seemed to be going to this original plan so I was surprised when my mobile rang just before lunch.
"Hi Darling." It was Alice. "I'm afraid there's a problem!" My heart leapt. The little minx was deliberately leaving her excuses late so I would have no time to think of a way around them. I asked what the problem was.
"It's Mum. She's had a bit of a turn at home. They want me to go and stay with her tonight."
"But we're due to be at my parents..." I protested weakly.
"I know! I'm really sorry. You'll just have to go without me. I'll try and get away on Sunday but it all depends... I'll be here when you get home tonight but will have to go straight afterwards."
I agreed, apparently reluctantly and wished her mom well.
Then I called my parents and asked them to meet me half way to their house so I could hand over the ******* and get back 'to help Alice with her Mum'.
The plan was definitely on!
***
It was early evening when I parked outside Carmen and Steve's house, well away from anywhere Alice was likely to see it. Despite my excitement, I had remained calm and, I hope natural when I had picked the ******* up from home.
An hour later, Carmen and I were sitting in a romantic, half hidden booth in the back of the smart, expensive restaurant Steve had chosen for his date with my wife. Our table was round and the bench seat curved around half of its circumference so she and I were pressed close together in the recess. I could feel the warmth of her full figured body against mine which was immediately arousing.
A short while later, Steve arrived looking handsome in an expensively cut dark suit and open neck shirt.
"She's in for a treat tonight, Cuckold."
And then Alice entered the restaurant. Alice was dressed in a tight fitting, very short silver dress I had never seen before and which showed her figure off to perfection. Shimmering silk covered her long legs down to the silver high heels which again were new to me. Her hair was full and cascaded around her face in long, sexy waves.
For the next ninety minutes Carmen and I sat absently eating our meal while we watched the beautiful couple enjoy their evening. They laughed and ate, sitting side by side. Steve's expert hands at work first on the table, then underneath it as his fingers casually travelled from Alice's hands to her arms then stroked her neck before taking a bolder position on her silk-covered thigh.
She made no protest as his fingers reached her knee and made only token objections as they patiently but persistently rose up her leg until they reached the hem of her dress.
Their conversation stopped. My wife's eyes close for a few seconds and she seemed to breathe out heavily. Below the table it was hard to tell what was going on but I could see the muscles on Steve's forearm and wrist moving rhythmically.
"He's fingering her..." Carmen whispered in a sing-song voice. "At the table! How do you like that?"
Alice's head was leaning slightly backward and her knees were parting in illicit pleasure. A waiter arrived with their coffee. Steve's hand returned reluctantly to the table and Alice tried to recover her composure, pretending that nothing had happened.
They looked into each other's eyes. Alice whispered something to Steve and the pair of the stood up. She took his hand and led him to the dance floor where they began to gyrate together along with the many other couples enjoying the evening.
"Time for us to go..." Carmen said, releasing my groin from her grip. "While they can't see us. We've got things to do, Cuckold."
***
Ten minutes later Carmen and I entered our house quietly having parked her car several streets away, out of sight. Alice had deliberately left the lights on low, giving the room a soft, romantic feeling and there was definitely a smell of perfume or incense in the air. She was clearly hoping for a romantic encounter when she returned home.
I opened the right hand side of the double doors that led from the lounge into the dining room and, turning on the light, went inside. With Carmen's help, I lifted the large picture mirror from its wall mounting and moved it a few feet along to stand upright on the sideboard, closer to the lounge. I retreated back into the dining room and sat on the small two-seat sofa which stood against the wall opposite the mirror and looked at the reflection presented. Perfect! The whole of the centre of the lounge, including all the sofa and surroundings, were in full clear view.
In a few moments she joined me on the dining room sofa, turning off all the lights except for those Alice had deliberately left on, and sitting close by me in the darkness.
"Ironic, isn't it?" She said quietly.
"What?" I asked, my tummy fluttering almost unbearably with anticipation.
"I mean you watched her get fucked in a mirror the first time and you're going to see her get fucked in a mirror now – if it all goes to plan!" She chuckled. "At least you don't have a car to crash this time!"
There was a rattling of keys in the door, and a mumbling of voices in the hallway. I heard the front door close with a click followed by muffled giggling, footsteps on the hard wooden floor then, as the hopefully adulterous couple entered the lounge, I heard their conversation clearly even though they were out of my field of view.
"Thank you for a wonderful evening..." Alice was saying. "I haven't had so much fun in a long time. And I'm worn out with all that dancing."
"I hope you're not completely spent, Ali..." Steve replied in a meaningful voice.
"Would you like some coffee?"
"That would be a good start." Steve laughed.
"I'll go and make..." But her words were cut off short.
Unable to see, my mind raced. Were they kissing? After a while my wife spoke, slightly breathless.
"Wow! Steve... I haven't kissed like that for a long time, I..." Her words were cut off again. This time I could hear the soft wet sounds of two mouths deeply and passionately together, heavy breathing and the sound of clothing being ruffled.
After what seemed an age, Alice slipped her mouth away from his and leaned back, gulping in fresh air.
"Mmm Steve... we shouldn't...we..." She weakly protested.
Again he silenced her with a kiss, he deftly slipped the narrow straps of her silver dress off her shoulders letting them fall loose down her slender arms.
The top of her dress fell away revealing a small white satin strapless bra underneath. He cupped her near-naked breasts. She moaned.
"Steve, please..."
But there was no conviction in her voice, indeed she slipped her arms through the fallen straps and the whole upper half of the dress fell to her waist.His arms enfolded her again and behind her back his nimble fingers released the clasp of her bra. It dropped unnoticed to the floor leaving her bare-chested in his arms.
"Beautiful..." He murmured and gently but firmly turned her until her back rested against his chest, her head against his shoulder. His muscular arms encircled her body again, big, strong hands cupping her newly exposed breasts as she stood facing directly towards the mirror. Alice's eyes closed and her head fell back against Steve's chest as he kneaded her boobs, his fingers toying first with the soft pale globes, then the dark pointed nipples, rolling them then squeezing them.
Alice began to moan and grind her bottom backwards against his groin, her arms reaching back to grab his firm buttocks. His mouth fell to her neck where his kissed her and nibbled her flesh under her long hair.
I felt a hand at my waist, efficiently unfastening my belt, flicking open my trouser clasp and lowering my zipper.
I felt her move in front of me in the darkness and there was a tug on my pants. Unable to take my eyes off the mirror, I simply lifted my bottom slightly and felt my trousers and pants being pulled down to my knees. My erect cock sprang free as I perched on the edge of the seat, my thighs wide apart.
She must have slipped off her dress in the darkness because I could feel soft, warm skin pressed firmly against mine. I felt a firm hand on my cock and with long, slow strokes she began her expert task.
Steve's fingers worked their way down her silk covered, then boldly slipped under the dress, raising it and exposing the tops of her thighs and new silk thong panties. She moaned and writhed as his fingertip found her slit and traced its outline through the silk.
"Oh.. Oh Steve..." She moaned. "Please... We mustn't... Not again... perhaps if... if I... do this for you..."
Alice stood a little unsteadily and turned to face Steve again, she grasped the hem of her rumpled dress and peeled it upwards over her naked boobs, over her head and off, laying it down on the sofa next to her. Then she knelt in front of him and began to unfasten the belt around his waist. Steve's fingers lightly stroked her hair as the belt came apart, she pried open the button beneath and, lowering his zipper, eased his trousers over his hips and all the way down to rest around his ankles.
Alice tentatively slipped her fingers into the elastic of his waistband and, easing them carefully down over their swelling contents, slowly freed Steve's erection from its captivity. His shorts joined his trousers around his ankles.
"Oh my God! It's so big! Much bigger than I remember!" She exclaimed in astonishment.
"Bigger than your husband's?" Steve's voice was low but clearly audible.
"Christ yes!" She immediately replied.
"It will get even bigger soon." His voice went very quiet.
Her hand could barely close around its girth and it was at least twice as long as her fist as she slowly and sexily pumped.
Steve's fingers entwined in Alice's hair as she stroked him, his hands gently but firmly drawing her face closer and closer towards his cock until its head lightly touched her chinand my wife simply opened her lips and took the end of his cock straight into her mouth. Alice slowly and tentatively began to lick and suck his monstrous pole.
In all our marriage, I doubt if Alice had given me more than half a dozen blow jobs. And yet there she was, kneeling before Steve, naked from the waist up with her firm breasts bared, nipples obviously erect, taking his full erection into her mouth.
Carmen whispered very softly in my ear, my cock in her hand looking tiny in comparison. "It's not surprising she prefers that amazing erection to... to this!"
She flicked the top of my cock with her index finger. I winced at the sharp pain. I had to admit that Steve's cock simply dwarfed my own mediocre effort.
Carmen whispered and began to stroke me harder and faster with the steady expert technique I knew only too well she possessed.
Alice body rocked back and forth, taking Steve in and out of her mouth, somehow she managed to take almost all of his length, then lick and pump the huge shaft as it slipped back between her teeth.
She began to pump faster and faster, as if to bring Steve to a climax in her mouth and her right hand slip away from his tight scrotum and dive between her own thighs where she began to stroke her slit as she licked and sucked his cock.
Carmen hands kept me just the right side of ejaculation – close enough to feel its presence but never reaching the critical level of arousal.
We had been looking forward to the concert for months - Elton John in a live open air concert in the amazing grounds of Calke Abbey, a stately home in the English countryside. The tickets had cost a small fortune and Alice had spent many days researching how best to buy them to make sure we had good seats before getting up at 4am to book them online. But at last she had succeeded and there we were on our way to the big event.
There were four of us: my wife Alice, our married friends Carmen and Steve and me. We had decided to make a full day of it and our two ******* had been sent to their Grandparents for the weekend so we could stay out as late as we wanted. Carmen and Steve didn't have ******* which on occasions made Alice and me envious -- but only sometimes.
The concert was to be held about three hours' drive from the town in which we live but would be well worth the long journey. And anyway, it gave me a chance to give our brand new seven seat MPV a good run -- in fact, with the back bench seat pushed as far back as it would go, there was almost enough room from us to have our picnic inside if the weather turned against us.
The girls had given Steve and me permission to wear shorts with our T shirts and they themselves were dressed for the sun, Carmen in a short light summer dress, Alice in a short skirt and sleeveless top, both girls showing off their slim bodies and gorgeous legs -- but in an acceptably British manner of course.
We had arrived mid afternoon after a boisterous but otherwise uneventful drive and, after parking up, had had a grand picnic spread out on a rug under a large shady tree. There had been champagne and smoked salmon and chilled white wine and coronation chicken and party cakes and... you get the idea.
Sadly, I had to watch my drinking because I had to drive us all home later but the others saw no reason to keep me company in my sobriety and were enjoying the day to the full.
My strikingly pretty, blonde, slim wife Alice in particular was getting quite tipsy and our friends, Carmen and Steve, were not feeling much pain either. Both shorter and darker than us, they had a cheeky, mischievous air to them which was infectious. An unconventional but attractive couple, Carmen as her name suggests, had the dark fiery eyes and full body of a gypsy;her husband Steve was thick-set and powerfully built. There was plenty of laughter and more than a little horse-play as we became ******* again for the day and when the time came to go across the fields to take our seats for the concert, we were all a little ******* and giggling, even me!
Despite all that happened later that day, the concert itself must go down as one of the best I've ever seen. From the moment he stepped on the stage, all thoughts of sitting down were forgotten and when his hands hit the piano keys for the opening bars of 'Saturday Night...' the dancing began and continued unbroken for well over an hour.
We were all very thirsty at the interval but the only stall not mobbed out by the crowds only sold cold beer. I bought four and brought them back to our seats where they disappeared within seconds. The girls in particular had been letting themselves go and were hot and sweaty with their exertions.
The second half of the concert was even better than the first, with more and more energetic dancing in the aisles so that when, over an hour later and after many encores the concert finally ended, we left the field with 'I'm still standing' ringing in our ears and on a real high.
When we got back to the van Steve found nearly full bottle of champagne left which the three of them soon finished. I stuck to Diet Coke -- I wasn't sure I would pass a breath-test even without another ******* -- and we piled ******* and giggling, our ears ringing, into the van for the long journey home.
Perhaps the most sober of the three, Carmen had decided that she would keep me company in the frontand had told Alice to join Steve in the back seat. I wasn't exactly pleased with the arrangement -- I always prefer to travel with Alice next to me and would have liked her to snuggle against me on the front bench.
Anyway, our little group was still quite boisterous as we started out and Steve kept it that way by providing even more drinks in the car as we drove home, taunting me that I wasn't allowed any.
For the first hour or so Carmen talked incessantly, slurring her words quite a bit and using her hands to speak in true Latin style. I barely noticed that while she was talking she had gradually slid across the front bench to sit closer to me. By the time we were travelling at speed on the motorway she had draped one rather inebriated arm over my shoulder with the other patting me on the arm and leg as she chatted away..
I looked in the rear view mirror. It was dark outside but by the light of the motorway streetlamps I could see that Steve had moved similarly close to Alice and had an arm around her shoulder too.
A short while later I realized that Carmen's hand had not moved for a while and was resting on my thigh where she was lightly stroking my leg. Amused, I didn't object, even when her hand gradually slid a little higher to my upper thigh and kept on stroking.I turned to her with what I thought was a puzzled expressionbut she simply looked straight back at me and smiled as her hand moved slowly but deliberately to my cock where she continued to massage me. It of course, responded to her manipulations by swelling and beginning to hurt within my rather tight shorts.
Feeling a little guilty but not quite able to put a stop to things, I glanced guiltily in the mirror to see what was happening in the back seatand whether Alice had noticed what was going on. I could see very little so casually adjusted mirror to give me a better view, fully expecting to see them both fast asleep. What I did see was Steve holding my tired and tipsy wife closely, his hand straying to her thigh as Carmen's had strayed to mine. As I watched, Alice pushed his straying hand away with a giggle,but Steve was persistent and it soon found its way back to her thigh.She pushed it away a second timebut within seconds it was back once more, this time sliding up slightly towards her crotch.
The two of them were giggling, and as Carmen was still massaging my cock through my shorts it seemed ridiculous for me to object to what was probably just a bit of harmless fun. I turned back to the road and tried to concentrate on my driving for a while but this was difficult with a tightly constrained erection as well as uncertain activities behind me. After a few minutes I looked back in the mirror to see Steve turning my wife's face towards him and kissing her on the lips. Beside me, Carmen cannot possibly have been unaware of what was happening behind her, but when I looked at her she just grinned back and began to stroke my erection more firmly through my shorts.
To my shame, I actually felt relieved that Alice couldn't see what Carmen was doing to keeping me in my highly aroused state. I glanced guiltily in the mirror again and was concerned to see that Steve had pulled Alice against him once more, and was again trying to kiss my inebriated wife. Alice's was now apparently offering only token resistance and Steve's lips were on hers. I started to protest but to my astonishment, Carmen immediately silenced me by pulling my head towards hers and giving me a firm, passionate kiss on the lips while still stroking my cock.
A car horn blared and I swerved back into the left hand lane. Jesus! That was close! I had better pay more attention to the road.
Carmen reached over and deliberately flicked open the waistband of my shorts and slowly pulled down the zipper. She plunged her hand into my open shorts and grabbed my cock, quickly freeing it from its painful constraints and letting it rise to its full erect height.
Leaning close she whispered in my ear
"Ignore them! They're just having a little fun."
I tried hard to drive as she slowly but firmly stroked me until I was so hard it almost hurt. I fidgeted in the driving seat in an attempt to free my cock properly. Carmen slipped her hands either side of my shorts and, as I raised myself a little in the driving seat, she slid them down and under my buttocks to mid thigh, leaving me fully naked to her amazing touchwhich she now applied with a vengeance, stroking all down my shaft and toying with my tip.
There was a low muffled sound from the back seat. I looked into the mirror again to see my wife with her skirt and slip now pushed right up to the point where I could see her lacy white panties. Her hands were on Steve's wrist, apparently offering some resistance to his progress, but she was very definitely not resisting when before my eyes he kissed her again, holding her mouth against his for a long time.
Very much aware of my own increasing pleasure at Carmen's hands, I wondered how far my very aroused wife would let Steve go before calling a halt.
But things in the front took a turn which diverted my attention away from Alice as, close by my side; Carmen brazenly raised the hem of her dress and, taking my free hand, placed it on her bare thighs just as her husband Steve had done to my wife. With my wrist in her hand, she spread her legs wider and eased my willing hand deep between her thighs till my delving fingers encountered the wet crotch of her panties.
Oh my God! What was going on?
There were more soft sounds coming from the back seat suggesting things were moving forward there too. My hand still on Carmen's damp crotch, I glanced in the mirror to see that Steve had now unbuttoned Alice's thin blouse and was in the process of pushing up her bra, exposing her breasts. My wife didn't seem to be putting up any real resistance at all as he caressed her exposed nipples which rapidly stiffened and her chest rose and fell deeply.
As I watched, desperately trying to keep one eye on the road,her flushed face lifted and her eyes met mine in the mirror.For a second we just stared at each other; then she lowered her head and leaned back against the seat. I looked across at Carmen,whose knowing smile told me she was very much aware of what was going on behind us. Lifting her hips slightly, she slid her panties down to her thighs, exposing her naked vulva then spread her legs more and pulled my hand firmly up against wet slit. I moved my fingers over her wetness, caressing her hairy lips then sliding my middle finger into her vagina. Carmen moaned softly as with her hand she continued working on the shaft of my cock.
A minute later, a glance in the mirror showed that things in the back had moved to a new level. Alice's legs were now stretched out along the bench seat, her thighs still exposed right up to her panties,and Steve was perched alongside her, his mouth on her erect nipples. She was still ostensibly resisting his advances, but was obviously becoming more and more aroused as his mouth and tongue did their job. I could hear her moaning softly, as if trying to keep the sound of her arousal from my ears, but she was clearly no longer in full control of her responses.
Carmen continued her amazing ministrations on my cock, carefully keeping me just below the threshold of climax. I had now slipped two fingers deep into her wet pussy and was moving them around inside her. She moaned softly when I finally found her tiny clitoris and stroked the stiff bud with my thumb.
Deep down I knew I should pull over and stop the car, then stop both Carmen and protect my wife's fidelity from Steve's determined assault. But there was no rest stop and no other place to pull off and even deep down I knew I had to see how far things would go so I tried to concentrate as best I could.Steve's hand was now caressing the crotch of Alice's panties as he continued to kiss her lips and work on her firm breasts. A strange feeling came over me and I quietly flicked a switch on the dashboard, turning on the reading lights in the back. My wife's soaking panties were suddenly clearly visible, as was the pink flush in her cheeks.Steve smiled an almost triumphal smile and, as if sensing that Alice's resistance was weakening, and thinking the timing was right, he gripped the waist-band of her panties.
I heard him whisper "Lift up!"
Alice did as she was told and as she raised her hips, Steve deftly pulled her panties from under her, sliding them down her thighs. Steve simply pulled them firmly down her legs over her feet and off, leaving my flushed and aroused wife naked to her waist behind me.
I saw a broad and definitely victorious smile cross Steve's face as he tossed her panties into the front of the car where they landed in Carmen's lap.
She giggled as she glanced at them as if proud of the progress that Steve was making with my wife then, to my astonishment she took the lacy panties, wrapped them around my cock, and continued her stroking, seemingly untroubled at her husband's attempt to seduce my trembling wife.
At the moment he appeared to be succeeding.Steve, obviously believing she was helpless and his for the taking, slid his trousers and shorts down below his knees, exposing, a very large, very thick and hard cock.
He moved towards her, his cock in his hand.
"No! No more! I can't do this!" She pressed her long and beautiful legs tightly together.
It was now almost impossible to drive safely, my eyes constantly gazing into the rear view mirror to see what they were doing in the back seat and with Carmen controlling my cock while I still had two fingers deep in her.
Steve continued his assault on my wife's exposed body, kissing her lips and nipples, stroking her breasts and thighs, and Alice was beginning to respond to his caresses clearly weakened by her obvious sexual arousal, and the alcohol she had consumed.
I heard a long low familiar groan from my wife and guessed his fingers had straightaway found her sex. Carmen must have heard this too because she glanced into the back seat and, seeing what was taking place, smiled to herself.
When I heard Alice gasp aloud in surprise I stared hard in the mirror. Alice's eyes met mine again, her chest flushed pink with arousal and a look almost of fear on her face as if imploring me.
Did she want me to intervene? Was she helpless? Had she completely lost control?
Alice dropped her gaze from mine, her eyes glazed as she gave herself over to the illicit moment. Steve was now completely in control of my wife and she was perilously close to submitting totally to him.
I suppose I could have stopped them there and then. Truly I can't explain why I didn't. All I know is that I drove and watched, my cock in another woman's hands, my fingers in another woman's pussy, as Steve began inexorably to take my wife's fidelity away.
Steve gripped Alice's knees firmly and pulled her till she was lying prone on the rear seat. He pressed her legs wide open with his hands then moved up, mounting her, directing his swollen cock against the wet lips of her pussy. As I watched dumbstruck, she gasped as she felt his huge cock moving between the lips of her pussy, moistening the head.
Alice looked me straight in the eye as she felt the pressure of his cock against her entrance. Her face was soft and her eyes dreamy with her arousal.
I was immobilized, unable to utter a sound as Steve pressed forward and into her yielding flesh.
Alice groaned, giving a hoarse cry as Steve's cock entered her body, her inner lips parted and stretched as he thrust his mighty rigid cock into the depths of my wife's vagina, her resistance to his invasion now completely vanquished. Alice groaned again as he filled her, her knees raised and her legs spread as wide as the van seats would allow, crying out in sheer lust as she was fully impaled.
A pain flashed through my chest and my ******* ran cold. It was done. All semblance of fidelity had gone. I was watching another man fuck my wife!
My eyes barely focusing on the road, I watched as Steve began to fuck her properly, thrusting into her with slow deep strokes, his barely visible cock shiny with her juices in the car's light.I was mesmerized, almost faint with excitement, seeing my pretty, innocent wife with her legs spread wide and another man's bare buttocks rising and falling between them.
Carmen had turned her head to watch too, her face also flushed with arousal as her husband worked away between my wife's legs, fucking her mercilessly.
Alice's eyes met mine as she was pounded, moaning almost continuously and getting louder all the time, gasping when he thrust deeply into her, fucking my wife in front of his own.
Carmen was clearly enjoying the scene on the back seat because she momentarily stopped her activity on my throbbing cock to watch her husband's conquest, her eyes shining with excitement as his cock plunged deep into my trembling wife. Steve increased his thrusting and I knew he was going to cum soon. Despite my dazed condition, the thought of Alice getting pregnant flashed momentarily through my mind. She was not on the pill,but once again I was paralyzed, unable to do anything but watch.
From the pace of his thrusting Steve had no intentions on pulling out and would ejaculate deep into the depths of my wife's pussy as if his conquest would only be complete if he could fill her with his semen with me watching as she willingly received his seed.
Alice had lost all control. She had surrendered completely to him, all her senses focused on the throbbing, pounding cock which was driving her to a shattering climax.Another man was about to inseminate my wife and yet I was unable to register even the slightest protest.
Both of them were rapidly approaching orgasm. Steve's thrusts grew faster and faster until at last he let out a raw ******* groan as he pushed himself one last powerful time fully into her, driving Alice's her head hard against the inside of the rear door as he began to cum inside her. Beneath him, Alice cried out as his semen flowed into her body. Her legs gripped his thighs and her hands grasped his hips as her body stiffened in climax then shuddered as she was overwhelmed with her own orgasm.
Carmen's face took on a strange, satisfied look and, turning back to my painfully hard cock, she increased the pace of her stroking faster and faster until with an intensity I cannot ever remember experiencing before or since, she brought me to a massive, messy climax, covering Alice's already damp panties with semen and making me shake my own orgasm. The van swerved left then right and very nearly ran off the road as I ejaculated, making both Steve and Alice squeal and giggle behind me.
Once the vehicle was under control, we drove for a while in awkward silence. I could hear noises coming from the back seat. I hardly dare look in the mirror but felt compelled to see it all through to the end. I was just in time to see Steve finally removing his shrinking cock from my wife.Her cunt was open and wet with their juices. He perched on the edge of the seat while Alice, stunned and dizzy, lay where he had left her with her legs spread and moisture seeping onto the seat from her gaping pussy.
I could hear her whimpering softly, her eyes wide with shock as if she had just realized the full extent of her surrender; she had been seduced, stripped, thoroughly fucked, and with her husband watching. She began to sob and real tears appeared.
After a while they began to get dressed clumsily.
In the front, Carmen wiped spattered semen from my legs and shirt with Alice's panties. She leaned over and whispering in my ear.
"I think you've just discovered something about yourself you didn't know, haven't you?" I didn't reply. She went on as she wriggled my shorts back under my buttocks and tucked my flaccid cock back into them.
"You were really turned on watching Steve fucking Alice, and cumming in her weren't you?"Again I didn't respond, my head still swimming with images of my lovely, unfaithful wife.
"You know there are some men who enjoy watching their wives being fucked by another man." She went on.
"They're called cuckolds."
I tried not to listen to her words, obviously true though they were. Her voice was hard, almost cruel and with an air of triumph."You do realize that Steve stuck it to you as well as sticking it to your pretty, goody-goody wife. How does it feel to be cuckolded? To know your own wife has another man's sperm swimming about inside her? And that she loved having his great big cock in her? How does that make you feel, Cuckold?"To my amazement and shame, far from making me jealous and angry, I found Carmen's words even more arousing.
"It's going to be a long time before she forgets what it was like to be thoroughly fucked by a real man."
With that, Carmen wiped her own pussy clean with a tissue and pulled her panties back on, then wriggled her dress back down under her bottom. She stared out of the window with a contented look on her face.
The rest of the journey passed in awkward silence, the van full of the scent of recent sex.
Finally we arrived at Steve and Carmen's home and parted from our smiling partners. They both suggested that we should get together again soon but I didn't think that was likely considering what had just happened.
Just before we drove away, Carmen handed Alice's semen-soaked panties back to her, saying with a knowing smile that she was sorry about their condition but that I was responsible for their sticky contents.
We drove home in silence, then went into the house and for a while tried to behave as if nothing had happened -- but that was of course impossible. If nothing else we both needed showers to remove the evidence of our sins. We unpacked the day's baggage, still in almost complete silence, the feelings of guilt weighing heavily on both our shoulders, unable to look each other in the eye.
Alice had sobered up by the time she had showered and changed for bed. We had undressed separately and got into bed, lying stiffly as far apart as the mattress would allow. I turned out the light and lay eyes wide open in the darkness listening to my wife's slow breathing.
Eventually I heard what sounded like soft sobs coming from her side of the bed.
"Are you ok?" I whispered.
"I... I... I'm so, so sorry..." She croaked.
I reached across for her hand and squeezed it.
"It was my fault too... "I said softly. "I should have... done something... I don't understand why I didn't..."
"I don't know why I let him do it..." She said, her voice a little stronger. "I know I was ******* but... "
"But you wanted it too..." I finished her sentence for her.
And then it was as if a dam had burst, and we both began talking at once in the darkness.
"At first I thought we were just fooling around, sort of a kissing and petting party. I never thought it would go that far... And then it was too late, and I was too wet and too turned on to stop him from fucking me."Something had changed. My pretty, innocent wife would never have used the 'f' word before tonight. I looked across at her beautiful face. Her eyes were wide, excited and surprisingly defiant for a woman who had cuckolded her husband as he watched. I felt an unfamiliar excitement within me too. Alice was clearly aroused again and, though feeling guilty, was not prepared to take all the blame.
"And what about you? Cumming in my panties?" She continued. "I suppose Carmen was jerking you off as Steve was screwing me. I guess you were pretty excited watching him fucking me and cumming in me."
She had put extra hard stress on the words 'fucking' and 'cumming'. She appeared to think for a second then said. "My God, he came a lot, he really filled me! "It's still leaking out of my pussy now!"
The thought of my wife's pussy still leaking another man's semen was more erotic than I could comfortably imagine. But with Alice having got it all off her chest I felt able to respond.
"Baby, I was as helpless as you were! I never believed he would end up fucking you. I thought you would stop him yourself, but when he actually managed to get your panties off you I guess lust took over."
"I guess I was caught up in the whole erotic show. Watching Steve fucking you and with Carmen stroking me at the same time I just lost it! And when he started cumming inside you - it was just... just... like nothing on this earth."
There was a moment's silence before Alice continued.
"By the time I realized he wasn't going to pull out it was too late! And the thought that he might make me pregnant made it so much more erotic - even more so knowing you and Carmen were watching me being fucked." She was clearly getting excited again as the fresh memories filled her mind."God! It was as if my whole body was centered on his huge cock. When I felt him swelling and spurting into me it was overwhelming. I just came and came!
"So do you forgive me?" She asked, calmer now. "I've cheated on you! I've never done that before."
"Of course!" I immediately replied. "I'm at least partly to blame. I should have stopped things when I had the chance. Do you forgive me?"
She burst into tears and rolled into my arms. Before either of us knew what was happening we had torn off our night clothes and were making love more passionately than we had for many years, Alice coming quickly and noisily.
We slept soundly in each other's arms.
The following day Alice went to the pharmacy (in a town about forty miles from where we live to avoid being recognized) and bought the 'morning after' pill. Although the risk of pregnancy had greatly increased both of our passions we did not want another baby -- and certainly not one whose fatherhood was in any way in doubt.
About a week later Alice told me she had bumped into Carmen at the grocery store and that they had gone for a coffee together. I said that it must have been awkward for them but Alice said that Carmen had been all smiles and had asked if Alice had recovered from 'her little adventure' as Carmen put it.
When Alice didn't say anything, Carmen had boasted that Alice was by no means the first wife that Steve had fucked. She wasn't even the first wife he had fucked in front of her own husband, and Carmen had often helped in the seduction as she had with Alice and me.
It seems that Carmen is pleased and proud that her husband is attractive enough and masculine enough to take the ultimate prize from other men's wives in front of their eyes. The more he does it, the more Carmen is attracted to him. Of course she would never let another man cum in her though -- they were looking for victory not fair exchange!
Getting a reluctant wife to fuck you willingly is a Good Victory. Inseminating her is a Great Victory. Inseminating her in front of her husband is Total Conquest, and Alice and I had been truly conquered.
Carmen had asked if we wanted to get together again for a repeat performance.
We both re-lived that experience in our minds many times, and the memory did add a level of excitement to our coupling, but we didn't do that scene again.
Journey into Cuckoldry - Twice Shy
So one morning as I sipped my coffee and ate a sandwich in the large Coffee Shop in the town centre, I saw the door open and Carmen enter on her own. I tried to make myself invisible but she had already spotted me and,once she had collected her hot *******, made her way over to my quiet corner table.
"Hi!" She said, leaning over. We kissed awkwardly but politely on the cheek. "Mind if I join you?"
She put down her handbag and sat in the comfortable chair alongside mine. For a few minutes we went through the usual routine. How was Steve? How was Alice? How were our *******? How was your holiday?
"I think you two have been avoiding us, haven't you?" She said softly, leaning towards me with her eyes full of mischief. "There's no need, you know. We're very discreet – your secret's safe with us!"
"It's not that..." I stammered. "We've just been busy..." It sounded weak, even to me.
"Of course you have..." She said, unconvinced. "You've hardly had a chance to think about that night, have you?"
She laughed. I blushed scarlet.
"Steve and I talk about it quite often." She went on. "It was such a good evening and especially after the concert." Her eyes were fixed on mine. I tried to return her gaze but it was difficult.
"We've often thought we should go to another... concert ... with you two."
"I think we've had enough concerts for a while." I said, pretending to make a joke of it. But Carmen could see right through me."You two were quite a surprise. Steve nor I expected the pair of you to go anywhere near as far as you did!" I looked at her quizzically, encouraging her to carry on.
"Steve thought that strong, macho you would step in and stop him as soon as he got his hands on little Alice's knickers. I had an idea about you, even then. Alice turned out to be a bit of a pushover, didn't she?"
Her words brought a flush of anger to my cheeks. Carmen must have seen it because she immediately put her hand on mine. "I'm sorry to upset you, but she certainly didn't put up much of a fight, you have to admit that."
Indeed I had admitted it to myself, but was not prepared to say it out loud and effectively call the woman I loved a slut.
"And as for you... Well, you have been born to be a cuckold. You didn't lift a finger to protect your wife's honour even though you could clearly see what was going on. Not one finger."
My anger increased, this time with myself. Carmen was telling the truth and I didn't like it one bit. She continued the verbal *******.
"Not even when it was obvious he was going to cum in her right in front of you!" She laughed hollowly.
"And you didn't even try and even things up by screwing me yourself, did you?"
She sat back, her little lecture over for the moment.
"Would you have let me screw you?" I asked in a feeble attempt to defend myself. Carmen smiled.
"As it happens, no I wouldn't. " She said very quietly after making sure no-one was nearby. "Steve and I aren't swingers. I'm a one-cock girl – especially if the cock in question has just cum in another man's wife right in front of him."
"It's the biggest turn-on I can imagine. I couldn't wait for us to get back home!"
My mind reeled at the thought of Carmen and Steve having triumphant sex in their bed after we had taken them home that night, pleased with their unexpectedly successful conquest.
"What was your sex life like straight after it all happened?" She asked, taking a line I had not expected.
"Well actually it was good. No, to be honest it was great. Really great!" I confessed.
"But it's cooled off again now, right?" She stated. I didn't answer. She was right of course; it had been a cause of a little friction between Alice and me recently.
"I think you'd rather like to do it all over again." She whispered. "Cuckold!"
"That was a one-off. A mistake!"
"Really? You'd like to see Alice and Steve together again, right?" She said for a second time.
I lowered my eyes and nodded.
"Let's get another coffee and talk. I have an idea..." She said.
***
A few days later, Carmen and I were sitting in different cafe. Our table was perfectly placed for us both to see clearly whatever was going on across the road.On the roadside terrace of our favorite Italian restaurant opposite, my lovely wife sat waiting patiently for me to arrive. Every few minutes she looked at her watch and gazed down the road. The wine glass in front of her was already two-thirds empty and as she looked at the menu for the fifth time, she took another sip.
Across the road, the attentive waiter approached Alice, pointing to her empty glass. I picked up my mobile phone and dialed. Across the road, Alice answered.
"Hi Darling!" She said. "Where are you? It's getting late." I could see the concern on her face.
"I'm so sorry Sweetheart..." I replied, trying to sound convincing. "I can't see any way I'm going to get out of here for the next hour. I'm really sorry – you'll just have to eat lunch without me..."
"But it was supposed to a special occasion... I've dressed up and everything..."
"I know. I'm so sorry... Another time? Please?"
She wasn't happy of course, but after a minute's chat and a brief 'I love you', we hung up.
From my vantage point across the road I could see her body language change from sexy and happy to badly disappointed. She put the phone down and was toying with her near-empty glass when the waiter reappeared with two small plates of food, presumably the nibbles she had ordered for the two of us. Alice looked at them then distractedly began to eat.
After less than a minute, a familiar handsome figure walked confidently around the corner and made directly for the restaurant terrace. It was Steve. Helooked across the busy tables and smiled, then walked straight over to where my wife Alice was sitting.
Steve put his hand on her shoulder;she turned, immediately recognizing him; her face registered surprise then unease. He spoke, smiling; they kissed hello on the cheek. There was more talk; Alice looked frustrated; Steve looked at his watch and spoke again; Alice broke into a laugh; Steve laughed too; Alice nodded and he sat down at her table.Summoning the waiter, Steve placed some kind of order and within minutes two more large glasses of wine appeared. They sipped and chatted and Alice was gradually becoming more relaxed with him, laughing frequently at his words .
He began to touch her hand a little as they talked. At first Alice moved it away automatically but as the conversation went on she smiled and laughed more and more and by the time they had finished eating Steve's hand had been resting on my wife's for a good twenty minutes.
Eventually he looked one last time at his watch and, pulling a face, called for the bill. After a short debate, apparently about who should pay, Steve got out his wallet while Alice rummaged in her handbag for something. Eventually she took out her pocket diary. They debated a little longer then Alice wrote something in the book before putting it away.
They stood up together –Alice looked a little unsteady on her feet – then kissed goodbye before going their separate ways.This time the kiss, though still very short, was definitely on the lips.
In the cafe opposite, Carmen and I leaned back in our seats.
"Well?" She said, and I realized that her hand had been pressed firmly against my groin under the table throughout the floor show. "It looks like we've started something, doesn't it?"
***
I arrived home well after six o'clock, apologizing half-heartedly for missing our date. Alice seemed a lot less unhappy than she should. I asked what she had done at the restaurant. She replied that she had simply finished her ******* and nibbles, had a coffee and gone shopping in town.
"So you've had a pretty solitary day then?" I ventured. Alice nodded. I smiled inwardly. She was keeping secrets!
When the ******* were in bed, Alice went upstairs for a bath, leaving me alone in the kitchen. I quickly opened her handbag, found her diary, turned to today's date and worked forwards in time until I saw the entry I was looking for. It wasn't far in the future.
Thursday 1pm – lunch – S
Alice and Steve had arranged to meet for lunch in three days' time and she wasn't going to tell me about it.
***
It was Wednesday morning before Carmen called.
"It's the Grange..." She told me, meaning a Garden Centre about twenty miles away. "It's perfect for you. There's a cafe close to the restaurant where you can sit and watch. You'd be hidden by the display but you'd see them really well."
I knew it and it was perfect. Carmen and Steve must have chosen it especially because of the opportunity to watch that it afforded. It was also far enough away from our home for there to be little chance of meeting any friends there.
***
I arrived half an hour early on Thursday and, after ordering tea and a sandwich, took out my newspaper and waited for Alice and Steve to arrive.
Five minutes before the hour, my wife entered the restaurant and was shown to a table not far from the full length glass partition that separated the restaurant from the cafe in which I sat. She had clearly gone to a lot of trouble to look her best for this lunch date.
At exactly one o'clock, Steve arrived. A tight white T shirt and slim-cut jeans showed off his gym-toned body.
They kissed hello full on the lips, then sat talked, Steve's hand on hers from the beginning. As the lunch progressed, his hand found its way to her bare knee where, after a short period of stroking, it progressed up her thigh until it reached the hem of her dress.
Alice laughingly tapped him on the cheek and moved his fingers away – but only as far as her knee. My wife was being systematically fondled in public and apparently enjoying every minute of it.
When it was time to depart, they were both obviously reluctant and waited until they had reached the far corner of the car park before kissing goodbye. This time the kiss was longer and on the lips. Steve's hands fell to Alice's buttocks and squeezed them. She didn't resist.
***
Alice was rather impatient with me over the weekend. Our lovemaking was unsatisfactory too, which is what I had intended.
Alice didn't mention her lunch with Steve when I asked her about her day that evening over supper. Instead she wanted to discuss the arrangements for our visit to my parents the coming Friday when we were due to drive north and stay over the weekend. The ******* were looking forward to it.
***
It was Wednesday afternoon when I noticed the call on my mobile phone from Carmen. "It's Friday! Steve's taking her out to dinner and then dancing. He thinks he can fuck her in your house afterwards. I think he's right – she's ready for it!"
"But we're going to my parents on Friday..." I protested.
"She's going to make an excuse. Trust me, she's ready for it. Now you and I need to talk..."
***
On Friday morning I was at work as usual. Alice was to collect the ******* after school and get everything packed for the weekend so I could come home and whisk us all immediately away. All seemed to be going to this original plan so I was surprised when my mobile rang just before lunch.
"Hi Darling." It was Alice. "I'm afraid there's a problem!" My heart leapt. The little minx was deliberately leaving her excuses late so I would have no time to think of a way around them. I asked what the problem was.
"It's Mum. She's had a bit of a turn at home. They want me to go and stay with her tonight."
"But we're due to be at my parents..." I protested weakly.
"I know! I'm really sorry. You'll just have to go without me. I'll try and get away on Sunday but it all depends... I'll be here when you get home tonight but will have to go straight afterwards."
I agreed, apparently reluctantly and wished her mom well.
Then I called my parents and asked them to meet me half way to their house so I could hand over the ******* and get back 'to help Alice with her Mum'.
The plan was definitely on!
***
It was early evening when I parked outside Carmen and Steve's house, well away from anywhere Alice was likely to see it. Despite my excitement, I had remained calm and, I hope natural when I had picked the ******* up from home.
An hour later, Carmen and I were sitting in a romantic, half hidden booth in the back of the smart, expensive restaurant Steve had chosen for his date with my wife. Our table was round and the bench seat curved around half of its circumference so she and I were pressed close together in the recess. I could feel the warmth of her full figured body against mine which was immediately arousing.
A short while later, Steve arrived looking handsome in an expensively cut dark suit and open neck shirt.
"She's in for a treat tonight, Cuckold."
And then Alice entered the restaurant. Alice was dressed in a tight fitting, very short silver dress I had never seen before and which showed her figure off to perfection. Shimmering silk covered her long legs down to the silver high heels which again were new to me. Her hair was full and cascaded around her face in long, sexy waves.
For the next ninety minutes Carmen and I sat absently eating our meal while we watched the beautiful couple enjoy their evening. They laughed and ate, sitting side by side. Steve's expert hands at work first on the table, then underneath it as his fingers casually travelled from Alice's hands to her arms then stroked her neck before taking a bolder position on her silk-covered thigh.
She made no protest as his fingers reached her knee and made only token objections as they patiently but persistently rose up her leg until they reached the hem of her dress.
Their conversation stopped. My wife's eyes close for a few seconds and she seemed to breathe out heavily. Below the table it was hard to tell what was going on but I could see the muscles on Steve's forearm and wrist moving rhythmically.
"He's fingering her..." Carmen whispered in a sing-song voice. "At the table! How do you like that?"
Alice's head was leaning slightly backward and her knees were parting in illicit pleasure. A waiter arrived with their coffee. Steve's hand returned reluctantly to the table and Alice tried to recover her composure, pretending that nothing had happened.
They looked into each other's eyes. Alice whispered something to Steve and the pair of the stood up. She took his hand and led him to the dance floor where they began to gyrate together along with the many other couples enjoying the evening.
"Time for us to go..." Carmen said, releasing my groin from her grip. "While they can't see us. We've got things to do, Cuckold."
***
Ten minutes later Carmen and I entered our house quietly having parked her car several streets away, out of sight. Alice had deliberately left the lights on low, giving the room a soft, romantic feeling and there was definitely a smell of perfume or incense in the air. She was clearly hoping for a romantic encounter when she returned home.
I opened the right hand side of the double doors that led from the lounge into the dining room and, turning on the light, went inside. With Carmen's help, I lifted the large picture mirror from its wall mounting and moved it a few feet along to stand upright on the sideboard, closer to the lounge. I retreated back into the dining room and sat on the small two-seat sofa which stood against the wall opposite the mirror and looked at the reflection presented. Perfect! The whole of the centre of the lounge, including all the sofa and surroundings, were in full clear view.
In a few moments she joined me on the dining room sofa, turning off all the lights except for those Alice had deliberately left on, and sitting close by me in the darkness.
"Ironic, isn't it?" She said quietly.
"What?" I asked, my tummy fluttering almost unbearably with anticipation.
"I mean you watched her get fucked in a mirror the first time and you're going to see her get fucked in a mirror now – if it all goes to plan!" She chuckled. "At least you don't have a car to crash this time!"
There was a rattling of keys in the door, and a mumbling of voices in the hallway. I heard the front door close with a click followed by muffled giggling, footsteps on the hard wooden floor then, as the hopefully adulterous couple entered the lounge, I heard their conversation clearly even though they were out of my field of view.
"Thank you for a wonderful evening..." Alice was saying. "I haven't had so much fun in a long time. And I'm worn out with all that dancing."
"I hope you're not completely spent, Ali..." Steve replied in a meaningful voice.
"Would you like some coffee?"
"That would be a good start." Steve laughed.
"I'll go and make..." But her words were cut off short.
Unable to see, my mind raced. Were they kissing? After a while my wife spoke, slightly breathless.
"Wow! Steve... I haven't kissed like that for a long time, I..." Her words were cut off again. This time I could hear the soft wet sounds of two mouths deeply and passionately together, heavy breathing and the sound of clothing being ruffled.
After what seemed an age, Alice slipped her mouth away from his and leaned back, gulping in fresh air.
"Mmm Steve... we shouldn't...we..." She weakly protested.
Again he silenced her with a kiss, he deftly slipped the narrow straps of her silver dress off her shoulders letting them fall loose down her slender arms.
The top of her dress fell away revealing a small white satin strapless bra underneath. He cupped her near-naked breasts. She moaned.
"Steve, please..."
But there was no conviction in her voice, indeed she slipped her arms through the fallen straps and the whole upper half of the dress fell to her waist.His arms enfolded her again and behind her back his nimble fingers released the clasp of her bra. It dropped unnoticed to the floor leaving her bare-chested in his arms.
"Beautiful..." He murmured and gently but firmly turned her until her back rested against his chest, her head against his shoulder. His muscular arms encircled her body again, big, strong hands cupping her newly exposed breasts as she stood facing directly towards the mirror. Alice's eyes closed and her head fell back against Steve's chest as he kneaded her boobs, his fingers toying first with the soft pale globes, then the dark pointed nipples, rolling them then squeezing them.
Alice began to moan and grind her bottom backwards against his groin, her arms reaching back to grab his firm buttocks. His mouth fell to her neck where his kissed her and nibbled her flesh under her long hair.
I felt a hand at my waist, efficiently unfastening my belt, flicking open my trouser clasp and lowering my zipper.
I felt her move in front of me in the darkness and there was a tug on my pants. Unable to take my eyes off the mirror, I simply lifted my bottom slightly and felt my trousers and pants being pulled down to my knees. My erect cock sprang free as I perched on the edge of the seat, my thighs wide apart.
She must have slipped off her dress in the darkness because I could feel soft, warm skin pressed firmly against mine. I felt a firm hand on my cock and with long, slow strokes she began her expert task.
Steve's fingers worked their way down her silk covered, then boldly slipped under the dress, raising it and exposing the tops of her thighs and new silk thong panties. She moaned and writhed as his fingertip found her slit and traced its outline through the silk.
"Oh.. Oh Steve..." She moaned. "Please... We mustn't... Not again... perhaps if... if I... do this for you..."
Alice stood a little unsteadily and turned to face Steve again, she grasped the hem of her rumpled dress and peeled it upwards over her naked boobs, over her head and off, laying it down on the sofa next to her. Then she knelt in front of him and began to unfasten the belt around his waist. Steve's fingers lightly stroked her hair as the belt came apart, she pried open the button beneath and, lowering his zipper, eased his trousers over his hips and all the way down to rest around his ankles.
Alice tentatively slipped her fingers into the elastic of his waistband and, easing them carefully down over their swelling contents, slowly freed Steve's erection from its captivity. His shorts joined his trousers around his ankles.
"Oh my God! It's so big! Much bigger than I remember!" She exclaimed in astonishment.
"Bigger than your husband's?" Steve's voice was low but clearly audible.
"Christ yes!" She immediately replied.
"It will get even bigger soon." His voice went very quiet.
Her hand could barely close around its girth and it was at least twice as long as her fist as she slowly and sexily pumped.
Steve's fingers entwined in Alice's hair as she stroked him, his hands gently but firmly drawing her face closer and closer towards his cock until its head lightly touched her chinand my wife simply opened her lips and took the end of his cock straight into her mouth. Alice slowly and tentatively began to lick and suck his monstrous pole.
In all our marriage, I doubt if Alice had given me more than half a dozen blow jobs. And yet there she was, kneeling before Steve, naked from the waist up with her firm breasts bared, nipples obviously erect, taking his full erection into her mouth.
Carmen whispered very softly in my ear, my cock in her hand looking tiny in comparison. "It's not surprising she prefers that amazing erection to... to this!"
She flicked the top of my cock with her index finger. I winced at the sharp pain. I had to admit that Steve's cock simply dwarfed my own mediocre effort.
Carmen whispered and began to stroke me harder and faster with the steady expert technique I knew only too well she possessed.
Alice body rocked back and forth, taking Steve in and out of her mouth, somehow she managed to take almost all of his length, then lick and pump the huge shaft as it slipped back between her teeth.
She began to pump faster and faster, as if to bring Steve to a climax in her mouth and her right hand slip away from his tight scrotum and dive between her own thighs where she began to stroke her slit as she licked and sucked his cock.
Carmen hands kept me just the right side of ejaculation – close enough to feel its presence but never reaching the critical level of arousal.
