The ping from his iPhone caused him to jolt, as he suddenly awoke from his doze, disorientating him for a few moments. Realising where he was, he sat up and grabbed at his phone, clumsily knocking it onto the floor. He managed to retrieve it by the second ping. It was a text message from Cole.
‘Lydia is on her way home.’
He automatically turned to the lounge window, looking out onto the road, as a picture appeared on his screen.
‘She has a present for you in her knickers.’
Lee’s hand shook as he took in the full context of the picture. It was an upskirt shot of her. White cotton panties under a short summer dress. He knew immediately that it was his wife, Lydia. He had taken so many of her over the years; on escalators, stairs, under tables, standing over him as he lay on the floor, she loved to be snapped. Sometimes he snapped her without knickers too, but his preference was with them. Knickers that clung tightly to her sex, showing its camel-toe shape. Yes, Lee was a bit of a perv!
But this photo was special. It showed wetness; wetness from semen; semen that had come from another man. Another ping took his concentration away.
‘Lydia says you like upskirt pics, so here’s one I took just before she left. By the time she gets home to you there’ll be more cum. I fucked her again after she had showered and dressed. See how I think of you Lee? Enjoy my gift to you – it’s a thank you for giving me your wife for the night. She is one hot fuck!’
Both his hands were shaking now, and he also realised that he had an erection. All these years of wanting to share her with another man, wanting her to let another man fuck her, had now come to pass. He could picture the scene now; Lydia dragging herself out of bed to the hotel room shower after a night of fucking with a stranger. Letting the warm spray revitalise her, as it washed her body, cleaning all remnants of the sex that had taken place between them. Preparing to come home to her husband as clean and pure as she had left him.
He pictured Cole watching her dry her body; seeing her dress to go back home to her husband, perhaps smiling as she picked up her panties to put on. Then stepping in and taking them from her hand. His erection firm and ready.
“I have a present for you to take home to your husband,” he could almost hear Cole say to her.
Lydia smiled as she fell back on the bed, hitching up her dress and spreading her legs wide, saying, “Yes, why not. He deserves a creampie.”
His cuckold angst began to kick in, and he sat back down in his chair, still clutching his iPhone. Last night he had not expected things to get this far. Lydia had been reluctant at first to cuckold him. She enjoyed the fantasy; enjoyed the role-play; enjoyed the spicing up of their sex life. However, breaking her marriage vows was never on the agenda, then one day she had come across an article in a magazine she had picked up from her hairdressers as she was waiting. It was about cuckold marriages, wives becoming the dominant partners in the bedroom and taking sexual freedom over their submissive husbands.
The story of one couple spoke of her and Lee, the husband always wanting to share her with another man; always fantasising about watching her getting fucked by a well-endowed male. And then came her decision to take him up on his fantasy. She trawled a myriad of sources on the internet where experienced men were available for couples to enjoy. The female of the couple found one site that catered for women interested in interracial sex. Her account of their first meeting was vivid and enthralling. She went home to her husband the next morning a liberated and fulfilled woman. Five years on from that encounter they were now a throuple with two children.
Lee had been excited when Lydia had a change of mind, he set about searching for someone, but she told him that she would find her own lover and he reluctantly stepped aside. She found a site similar to the one the girl in the magazine had found, joined up and placed an advert.
Couple seeking an experienced male to introduce them to the cuckold lifestyle. She, twenty-eight, medium height, slim(ish), attractive with long light brown hair. He, thirty, tall. Both professional people. Preference for a long-term relationship with a professional male. No time wasters please!
Lydia had been astonished by the number of replies, but this was quickly reduced by the numbers who actually followed up with pictures. This was narrowed down further to ten, and then after a few telephone conversations, reduced to two. Lydia was picky! She chose Cole first to have coffee with at their local indoor shopping mall. The chemistry was there between them, and with his dick pic being impressive, she arranged a further meeting with Lee being brought into the picture. Last night they both met with him for dinner.
Lydia hadn’t really kept Lee fully up to date with progress. She was afraid that he might have a change of mind, but after her lunch date, she had put him fully in the picture. Even though she had taken an overnight bag with her, it was still going to be an exploratory meeting to give Lee the chance to make the final decision.
