A Cuckold’s Awakening Pt. 04

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A Cuckold’s Awakening – Part-4

Dave suggests a role-reversal and Hope becomes the cuckold.

Erotic Fiction

by

Casey Bea

Part-4

Turnabout is Fair Play

Hope and I have long been in the habit of watching porn as foreplay. It started with rented VHS tapes, evolved to DVDs, and is now supplied by the Internet. This particular night started with us watching a short cuckold video. This was one of those porn clips, edited out of a longer movie, that you can find for free, so how they all ended up in the cuckolding situation was unexplained–and unimportant as far as Hope and I were concerned. It was the action, not the story that got our juices flowing.

When the clip started the gorgeous wife and both athletically-built boys were already naked, and the cuckolded husband was sitting in a living room chair, fully clothed but with his raging hard-on sticking out through his fly. As he watched the boys taking turns fucking his kneeling wife’s mouth, he was stroking his boner.

Soon, they were spit-roasting the wife on the couch, with one guy jamming his cock all the way down her throat while the other fucked the hell out of her drenched cunt. Then there was a shot of hubby jerking off and watching intently as the two youngsters satisfied his apparently-nympho wife in ways that he presumably never could–certainly not by himself, anyway.

The clip included one guy sitting on the couch with the wife riding his cock in a reverse-cowgirl. Leaning back against his chest, she was hungrily sucking the other guy’s cock as he stood beside them on the couch.

In a twist that Hope and I didn’t know would be in this clip when we selected it, the standing kid pulled his cock from the wife’s mouth and fed it to his buddy, who sucked it as eagerly as the wife had been. In the video, the wife turned her head to watch one of her young lovers getting a blowjob from the other, and said in poorly-acted surprise, “Oh, fuck! It lights my pussy on fire when I see guys suck cock!” and then proceeded to bounce even harder on the cock that filled her cunt.

Hope and I were sitting up in our bed and propped against pillows, and as spread my copious pre-cum all over my knob and then slid her hand up and down my boner, she commented, “I have to agree with her. When we’ve acted out our cuckold fantasies, watching you get your mouth fucked turns me on more than I would ever have imagined.”

With my arm wrapped around her, I squeezed and pulled on one of her nipples, and replied, “Maybe it’s time to set up another cuck session, huh?”

The two boys continued to fuck the wife in various positions including doggy over the arm of the couch, missionary on the floor, and DP back on the couch in forward-cowgirl with the second kid standing and fucking the wife’s asshole with some very good close-ups.

By that time, the husband had his pants pulled down so he could beat off more energetically as he watched his nympho wife getting stuffed from behind with two young cocks.

When the kid fucking her ass pulled out and blew his big load of long, thick strings of cum on her back, the wife told her hubby to get over there and clean it up. With his pants around his ankles, he shuffled over, bent down, and lapped up the fresh cum while he continued to stroke his boner.

As he lapped and sucked the kid’s splooge into his mouth, the camera panned down and zoomed in to show the other kid’s cock throbbing, and then the wife’s pussy leaking his cum around it as he emptied his balls inside her cunt.

From her cowgirl position, the wife flipped off of the kid’s still-hard cock and into a sitting position on the couch, spread her legs wide, and commanded her husband to clean the drooling cum from her pussy and out of her cunt. He ate her hungrily until she had another orgasm that flushed the kids splooge into her husband’s mouth along with her own cunt-juice.

In the final scene, the wife allowed her husband to jerk off into her big (obviously fake) tits and then to dutifully lap up his own jism.

By the time the fifteen minute clip ended, Hope and I were well primed for a great fuck session that included her pegging me up the ass with a butt plug and me fucking her pussy then her throat until I blew my load in her mouth, after which we kissed passionately and shared my fresh, hot cum.

Just out of the shower, I was toweling off as Hope was putting our collection of toys. “So, what do you think about maybe doing a reverse cuckold?’ I asked her.

“Reverse cuckold?” she replied. “What’s that?”

“It’s where you’d be the submissive one,” I answered. “You’d be forced to watch while I fucked some other woman right in front of you. Maybe because I found out that you’d cheated on me and that would be your punishment.”

“That sounds like it escort şişli could be fun,” she said. “Did you have someone in mind for the other woman? I get the impression this didn’t just pop into your head in the shower.”

“Oh, you think you know me so well,” I replied with a chuckle because she does. “But, yes; I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and every time I do it gives me a huge hard-on. Anyway, there’s a woman at work who’s always been kind of flirty with me. Her real name is Veronica, I think, but she goes by Ricki. I’ve never encouraged her, but she sees herself as pretty sexy. She can also be kind of a bitch when it comes to the other women in the office. Kind of catty, you know?”

“I know the type,” Hope said. “Do you see her as sexy?”

“Not as sexy as you,” I replied.

“Good answer,” she said with a laugh. “But sexy enough that you’ve thought about fucking her in front of me, though, right?”

“She’s about 5’4″, athletic build, medium-size tits, narrow hips, but a cute bubble-butt,” I replied. “Pretty face, jet black hair in a short, kind of pixie cut. So, in short, yes I’ve imagined fucking her.” I added, quickly, “But only imagined.”

“Okay,” Hope said. “See if you can set it up. You’ve given me the pleasure of getting fucked by other guys while you watched, so I guess turnabout is only fair play. And I guess I’m curious to see if watching you fuck this catty bimbo will turn me on the way playing the cuckold turns you on.”

***

The next day, Friday, I managed to catch Ricki alone in the break area, and said to her, “Hey, you want to go someplace for lunch today? I have a kind of personal favor I’d like to ask of you.” We had never had lunch alone before, so she seemed both surprised and intrigued at my invitation. She probably thought I was finally reacting to all of her overt flirting with me.

“Sure,” she said. “What’s the favor?”

I motioned to our surroundings, which were just cubical walls, and replied, “Not here. Like I said, it’s pretty personal. Even a little embarrassing, I guess. It… it has to do with my wife.”

“Oh!” she said, her curiosity obviously piqued even more. “Okay. Sure.”

“Great. Thanks,” I said. “You, um… you’re the only one around here I think I can talk to about this.”

“Sure! Hey, anything I can do to help,” she said.

Just then another woman came into the cubical, so I ended the conversation by saying, “We can take my car. See you later. Thanks again.”

As I walked away, I was pretty sure this was going to work out just the way I was hoping.

I drove to a little Mexican diner farther from the office than most of our coworkers would go to make sure we had privacy. It happened to be located next to a motel, and I think Ricki thought I was taking her there. She seemed a bit disappointed when I parked in front of the restaurant. I actually had to stifle a laugh.

While we waited for our food and sipped our soft-drinks, I said quietly, “So, what this is all about is that I found out that my wife, Hope, has been fucking around on me.”

“Oh,” she said. “And you, ah, you want to get back at her, probably, right?”

“Yes, but maybe not in the way you think,” I answered. I let some make-believe anger come up in my voice as I went on, “I don’t want to just have an affair to get back at her; I want her to know about it; I want her to watch her payback.”

“Watch?” Ricki repeated. I could tell she was more intrigued than repulsed.

“Yeah. I confronted her when I found out,” I said, “and she was all apologetic and groveling and everything and said she really wanted to save our marriage. Which I do too. I mean, I really love her, and it’s been a good marriage, but I can’t just let something like this go like it never happened, right?”

“No, I wouldn’t think so!” she replied obviously intrigued and excited about where this was going.

The waitress appeared with our food, and when she left, I went on, “So, the deal is that I’ll forgive her and she’ll promise to never screw around again, but I get to have a quid-pro-quo affair and she has to watch me having it. I figure the humiliation of that should take cheating off her mind for a very long time, right?”

“I should think so!” Ricki said. “And you’d like me to be your quid-pro-quo?”

“Frankly, you’re the first and really the only person who came to mind,” I said. “I want her to feel humiliated, but not by one of our friends or anyone we know. I mean, this is kind of a private thing, you know?”

“I get that,” she said. “I have to say that I’m kind of flattered that you thought of me first.”

I smiled at her, pretending to be a bit reluctant to go on, and said, “Truth be told, Ricki, I’ve thought about you more often than I probably should, being a married man.” I quickly added, “But I would never have acted on it if Hope hadn’t cheated on me first! So, please understand this will be a one-time escort taksim thing, okay?”

“I understand,” she said. Then leaning in closer, she added with an almost evil smile, “I’m happy to help you out.”

***

Hope and I had another commitment on Saturday, so it was Sunday evening when I answered our front door to let Ricki in. She was wearing a silky, deep-maroon blouse and snug-fitting white jeans that hugged her cute ass nicely. I couldn’t tell if she was wearing a bra or not.

“Hope, this is Ricki,” I introduced. “Ricki, this is my cheating wife.”

“Pleased to meet you,” Hope said, pretending to be too ashamed to look Ricki in the eyes. As they shook hands, I told Hope, “Tell Ricki why she’s been invited to our house tonight.”

“To punish me for cheating,” Hope answered meekly.

“Go on,” I said.

“I… I have to watch him make love to you so I’ll know…”

“Make love?” I interrupted her. “Is that what you did when you cheated on me? Try again, Hope!”

She let out a well-acted resigned sigh, and said, “I have to watch him fuck you and you fuck him so I’ll know what it feels like to be cheated on.”

“That’s better,” I said condescendingly. I took Ricki in an embrace and ran my hands over her back (no bra!) and then slid them down onto her ass while I told Hope, “Now, tell us what you and your lover did.”

“We fucked!” she snapped back. “I thought we established that!”

“I’m sure he did more than walk up to you, stick his dick in your cunt, and leave!” I replied firmly. “Tell us what the two of you did so we can reenact it and you can feel the hurt and humiliation and degradation that I felt when I found out!”

Hope and I had discussed, in general terms, how we wanted this to play out in front of Ricki. She was going to pretend to be embarrassed and humiliated, but submissive and obedient as part of her “penance.” She was also going to pretend to be jealous of Ricki fucking her husband, when in fact she was almost as aroused as I was to be able to watch the live-action sex-show. We had decided to “reenact” the affair she never actually had but we had not scripted it. I thought it would be more fun and spontaneous to “force” her to tell us what to do, letting her make it up as she went along.

Sighing again, Hope finally said, “We… we kissed for a while… and we felt each other up.”

“Here in the entryway?” I demanded.

“On our bed,” she lamented.

I took Ricki by the hand, and said to Hope, “Lead the way.” In the bedroom, I pulled the chair away from the dressing table, turned it around, and told Hope to sit down and to keep her eyes open. I then lay back on our king-size bed and pulled Ricki on top of me.

She quickly pressed her mouth against mine and as we shared a steaming kiss I spread my legs. She nestled her body into my crotch and began to rock her pelvis, grinding against the hard-on trapped in my pant leg.

I grabbed both of her tight, jean-clad ass-cheeks, digging my fingers into them and holding her as I humped my hips up against her. We kissed hard, sucking one another’s tongue, and biting each other’s lips. Finally, I broke our kiss long enough to look over at Hope and ask, “Did he take your clothes off or did you strip for him? Come on, Hope! Don’t make me drag every bit of this out of you. Tell us what the two of you did!”

Hope smiled at my pretended dominance, but quickly went serious as Ricki turned to look at her, too. Ricki wore an evil little grin, obviously enjoying being part of my wife’s humiliation.

“He took my clothes off,” she finally said in a low voice. “But he kept his on while he explored my naked body with his hands and his lips.”

Ricki’s blouse was untucked from her slacks, so I took its hem and pulled it up from between us and over her head. But I left it wrapped around her arms, which were straight up over my head now, and began kissing her again in her “constrained” state. Then, with our lips still locked, and me holding her arms outstretched, I rolled us over so she was now on the bottom. I left the blouse bunched around her arms and she appeared to like the idea of the “micro-bondage.” I broke our kiss, moved my mouth across her cheek, and began tracing the swirls of her ear with the tip of my tongue. She was mewing contentedly as I bit lightly on her earlobe.

I kissed my way down her neck and onto her chest. Then I sat up, straddling her hips, and looked down at her naked tits. They were smaller than Hope’s and held their shape nicely, even with her on her back. Her nipples were dark against the pale flesh and about the size of a quarter. Their nubs were small but stiff.

I took one tit in each hand, massaged gently, and gradually increased my grip until I had them each formed into a cone with their nipples bulging at the top. I then leaned down and flicked one of the tiny nubs with my tongue before placing my lips over the whole thing escort fatih and pulling a hard suck.

Ricki rocked her head back into the pillow and moaned, “Oh, shit! Yes! Suck my tits! Suck my hard fucking nipples! God, yes!”

After spending time on her tits, I kissed downward and pushed my tongue into her belly button while I unsnapped her jeans and pulled down their zipper. Then I kissed my way into her open fly and inched lower and lower as I tugged the jeans out from under her ass. It came as no surprise that she wasn’t wearing panties.

With her pants still bunched around her legs, I kissed her pussy-mound, which had obviously been shaven for the occasion. With her legs held together by the pants, I wiggled the tip of my tongue into the divot at the top end of her peach-pussy slit.

I got up onto my knees and as I pulled Ricki’s jeans the rest of the way off, I said to Hope, “Did he eat your pussy when he got you naked? Did you spread your legs for him so he could get to your cheating cunt?”

“No,” she replied.

Her answer surprised both of us, and Ricki said, “Really? He didn’t eat your pussy? What the hell kind of lover did you find to cheat with? Jesus!”

“We wanted to be clean,” Hope went on. “We took a shower together first.”

I had to grin at her imagination. If this had been a real payback humiliation thing she could have condensed it into little more than a quickie. We kissed; we took each other’s clothes off; we fucked; he left. But instead, Hope was drawing our fantasy out, which told me that she was enjoying this as much as I was! And Ricki sure wasn’t having any problem with it all!

I got off the bed and helped Ricki to her feet beside me. Standing naked in front of Hope sitting in the chair, she looked my wife up and down, then turned to me, and said, “Don’t you think this would be more humiliating for her if she was naked? I mean, certainly she was naked when she was cheating on you, right?”

“Hmm. You’re probably right; I hadn’t thought about that,” I said. In actual fact, Ricki beat me to that punch by only a little bit. I was planning to “make” Hope take her clothes off once we got into the bathroom. I was glad that Ricki recommended it first, though. I had the impression that she didn’t suggest it just to add to Hope’s humiliation, but that she was interested in seeing my wife’s naked body.

Hope glared up at Ricki and then me, but I’m sure she was thinking, “It’s about fucking time! This is going to be much better if I’m naked!”

“Stand up, and take your clothes off while we watch,” I told Hope, giving her a wink that Ricki couldn’t see.

“Bastard!” she hissed in mock anger, as she got to her feet. Ricki turned away for a moment, and she gave me a return wink and a little grin before switching back to pissed-off, humiliated, cheating-wife soberness.

Without her eyes meeting either Ricki’s or mine, she unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it out of her slacks, slid it off her shoulders, then laid it neatly on the bed. With a defiant look on her face, she reached behind herself, unhooked her bra, and then pulled it away from her tits.

In case I haven’t mentioned it before (or recently), my wife has gorgeous tits! They are all-natural rounded orbs that even gravity has so much respect for that it only pulls them down enough that they could each hold a pencil from falling if tucked under them. They are smooth and pale and are capped by brown nipples with edges so sharp they look like they were painted on. Her areolas are probably the size of a half-dollar, and her nubs swell and stiffen to poke-your-eye-out size when she’s aroused. Which is the way they were, right then!

I noticed Ricki staring at Hope’s now-naked tits and she closed her lips and swallowed. Was she a little jealous of my wife’s near-perfect tits; two or three times the size of her own? Or was she thinking how much she’d like to bend down and suck one of those swollen nipples into her mouth–like I was?

Hope unfastened her slacks and pushed them down over her hips and ass, taking her thong panties down with them. As she bent over to slide them down her legs, her tits hung down and swayed just a bit. I noticed that Ricki’s eyes seemed glued to them.

There were multiple reasons that I wanted Hope to be naked. First, of course, I never get tired of seeing her gorgeous body. Second, I wanted to see how wet her pussy was going to get and how stiff her nipples were going to become watching me fuck another woman. Third, I knew that she would enjoy the whole thing more if she was naked and possibly able to sneak a rub of her pussy or a pinch of her nipples while Ricki wasn’t looking. And lastly, I was hoping that being that seeing Hope’s naked body might arouse Ricki enough that she would come up with some pretext to “force” Hope to eat her pussy before the evening was over. I didn’t know if Ricki had ever been with another woman, of course, but it would have surprised me if she hadn’t.

I pulled Hope’s chair into the bathroom and set it in front of the glass-enclosed shower. I turned the water on, then turned back to Hope, and told her, “Now, take my clothes off. I’m assuming you took your lover’s off, right?”

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