Simon lay next to Lucy as she slept; on his back, head resting on the pillow, supported by his hands. He stared up at the ceiling. He couldn’t sleep. She had found it easy to turn over and close her eyes, relax, shut off her mind, and drift into the land of nod. She was at peace with herself. She had been out with her lover, stretched her legs in more ways than one, and received sexual fulfilment. Discovering that her husband wanted to be cuckolded and finding Chris, had changed her life. She felt complete as a woman now and was enjoying being a wife.
He was not at peace.
They had risen from the settee after Lucy had cleaned his cum off her face. Simon had smiled, watching it roll down her chin and between her breasts. Upstairs, Lucy had stripped off, taking her panties into the bathroom with her, where she washed them in the sink before taking a shower. He had joined her, washed his body alongside her. She had paid particular attention between her legs. Was she washing away the remnants of sex with Chris, he wondered? Was that why she had washed her panties too? Like all cucks, he wanted to share in her enjoyment of her lover, but again she had denied him that pleasure and privilege. Was it because she wasn’t ready to venture into the joys of creampies yet?
Most cuckolds enjoyed that; needed it, in fact. Going down on their wife after being with another man was a crucial part of cuckolding for most husbands. The humiliation was an important aspect of it all; tasting another man on and in your wife’s sex, fucking her with another man’s cum still fresh inside her, was all part and parcel of being a cuckold. It was also part of a wife’s transition into becoming a hotwife, a married woman with the freedom of having sexual relationships with other men.
A wife needs to feel desired; needs that interaction with other men who find her desirable, who want her body, when her husband now took it all for granted. Being free to date other men, free to explore and enjoy sex, released them from that drudgery of being just a homemaker and mother. And, ionically, being a hotwife made them a loyal wife; a wife that supported and cherished her husband. Why would she have need to break up the family home when she had the freedom to lead a fulfilling and satisfying life?
Another thing about being a hotwife was that feeling of being in sexual control over their husband. Lucy was beginning to learn and enjoy her control over Simon. After they showered, she cleaned his cage and refitted it. Simon protested at first, but she quickly overcame his objections.
“You don’t want me to go out with Chris again tomorrow night, do you?”
He shook his head and put his arms around. “No, please don’t!” he pleaded. “I’m sorry.”
She kissed him. She had no intention of seeing him anyway. She was still sore after their fucking. Chris was an insatiable lover and had fucked her three times. He wanted her a fourth time, but this time he wanted to introduce her to anal sex. Lucy wasn’t ready for that yet. She told him too. Chris had kissed her tenderly. “There’s no rush,” he had told her. “I’ll leave it until you’re ready for that.”
She thanked him as she kissed him. It was what she liked about him. She knew that he was a womaniser, just after one thing, and one thing only. He had wanted into her knickers for years; even at her wedding, he tried it on. But over time, she had warmed to him. As Simon spent more time at work and became too tired to give her the attention she needed, she found excitement in his pursuit of her. Eventually, she stopped running and let him catch up with her. The rest was history now, but for Simon, the journey had just got underway.
Before turning over to sleep, he had wanted to talk about Chris. She kissed him and gently stroked his testicles hanging under his cage. “Let’s leave that for now and get some sleep, darling,” she had told him.
Simon submitted to her request and let her turn over to sleep. He put his arm around her and pressed his body into her. How could he not think about Chris? He was his boss. The blond-haired, handsome, and muscular General Manager that shagged anything in a skirt under forty and wore a wedding ring. Looks were unimportant; it was status that mattered. If she was married, it was all he needed. The fact that they belonged to another man was an aphrodisiac to him. He had once overheard him on the phone to someone talking about his plans for the weekend. He was going away with a married woman. “If they have a ring on the finger, their cunt belongs to someone else, and I just have to have a share of it!” He had told the person on the other end of the line as he laughed. It summed up what sort of guy he was, in a nutshell.
There was an underlying reason for his lifestyle; of course, there usually is. He had been unfaithful to his wife on their honeymoon, and she walked out on him and went home. He had begged and pleaded with her to stay, but she still went. Six months later, they were divorced, and she had moved in with another man. Chris was devastated, and even ten years later, he was still not over it. The one saving grace for Simon was that his relationships never lasted long. He had had a few relationships with female office staff, which rarely went on for longer than a month. This stopped when the company Chairman had a word with him and decided that preferences for employment were given to older women.
It made it a bit of a consolation to Simon that Chris’s relationship with Lucy would not last long if history repeated itself, but it still didn’t make it any easier for him. At this moment in time, Lucy was sharing her cunt with another man, and that man was Chris, his womanising boss.
But despite all the angst of it being his boss Chris, the undercurrent of it all was that he was turned on by it. Even now, he had an erection. His cock hurt as it stretched inside its restraint. Beside him lay a beautiful, naked woman, and he was helpless. She had spent the evening with another man; on her back, spreading her legs and welcoming his cock. It was all he could think about. Chris’s hard thrusts into her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, the air filled with her soft moans and cries from the pleasures of their fucking. Simon wanted to take his cock into his hand and masturbate to his imaginings of Chris’s thrusts into his wife. He wanted to cum; wanting to ejaculate into his hand as he visioned Chris’s ejaculation inside Lucy.
