Alistair’s hand was shaking as he looked at his watch. He held his wrist with his other hand bringing the trembling to a halt. It was just after 2:45pm. Jeff’s flat was a just a few minutes’ walk away from Starbucks. ‘Would they both be there together now?’ He wondered. His hands shook again. It had never been like this with Abdul so why was it different now?
It was bound to be different though. He knew Jeff. He wasn’t just some guy that they had met on the internet. They had grown up together; even worked together at one point. They were equals. But all that would change now; the dynamic would be different. Once another man fucks your wife you lose that equality. He is now superior to you. In the dynamics of things he has cuckolded you. Alistair and Jeff could never stand and chat together from now on as equals. Jeff had fucked his wife and whenever they met up from now on, Jeff would always have those memories and images of their last fucking running through his mind. Jeff would always look down on him now, having sexually satisfied Julie.
He should be angry and hurt. His honour was at stake. He should be leaping into his car and rushing to stop them but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Even if it wasn’t too late he still couldn’t do it. His humiliation in this way was arousing him. Alistair suddenly realised that his hand was gripping his bulge. He was hard again.
Alistair wanted to go back upstairs and masturbate again. He wanted to take a fresh pair of Julie’s panties and relieve himself but he also wanted Julie to do it for him. He wanted to hear from her own lips how Jeff had fucked her. He wanted to know everything he did; everything thing he had said. He also wanted to hear from her own lips how good it had been with him. He wanted to hear how big he was.
He remembered the first time that they had seen Abdul’s erect cock. They had been sat at her laptop together when the attachments came through. One of him dressed and the other showing him naked from the waist down.
“Oooooh that’s a big one isn’t it?” Julie had said.
Alistair had looked at the expression on her face. There was an expectant smile that told him that she was looking forward to being on the receiving end of it. He would so love to have seen the expression on her face when Jeff’s nakedness was uncovered.
He let go of his bulge and looked at his watch again. It was just after 3:00pm now. He was certain that they would be fucking now. She would be naked in his bed now. He could picture it in his mind. Her clothes strewn across the room as she lay naked on her back with Jeff head between her spread thighs. Jeff would taking care of her pussy properly, as he put it. He could see Julie’s hands gripping his head pulling him into her; her head shaking from side to side as she screamed in ecstasy.
He could almost hear her begging him for his cock as well. He could picture Jeff obliging her. Pushing the tip of his huge cock against her pussy lips as he took in that moment of surrender before pushing forward in conquest.
Alistair found his hand gripping his bulge again. He so wanted release. Instead of giving into his instincts he got up and went into the garden. The fresh summer air would bring him to his senses and the sight of work that needed doing would take his mind off Julie and Jeff he thought but they didn’t. He looked at the weeds growing between the bedding plants. The word ‘bedding’ conjured up different connotations. Julie was being bedded as he walked slowly around the garden. Jeff was bedding her. He glanced at his watch again, it was almost 3:30pm. She would be well and truly bedded by now.
He spent the next half an hour pottering about in his garden shed. There was so much needing doing and tidying up. There were also odd jobs around the house that needed doing as well. However his thoughts kept drifting back to Julie and Jeff. He wondered how many times he had fucked her now. He once told him that his record was eight times. It was an overnight affair, of course, but it was still a lot of times. The woman, apparently, had been quite sore next morning. Would Julie be sore when she returned to him from Jeff’s bed?
A short while later he heard the house phone ringing and he dashed inside to answer it. It was Julie.
“Hi darling,” she told him, “the shops are so busy this afternoon. I probably won’t be home until after 6:00pm.”
“Okay,” he gasped.
“Are you okay?” she asked him.
“Yes,” he replied. “Ha...has he...have you?” he stammered.
“Yes, I have seen three so far,” she responded cryptically, “I will keep looking for more.”
She was with Jeff. He knew that. He was probably lying next to her in bed as she spoke.
“You sound a little tired,” he said quietly.
“It get’s tiring all this shopping,” she told him. “Do you want anything special bringing home?”
“I could pop into the takeaway and bring something home,” she told him. “It would save me cooking.”
“That would be nice.”
“Well, I will let you get on darling,” she said. “I’ll get you something special. Perhaps something you haven’t tried before”
“I got your email, by the way.”
“That’s good,” she told him, “I was hoping you would.”
“I...I...” he tried to say.
“Well I had better get back to it darling.” She told him.
The line suddenly went dead. Alistair staggered back against the wall stand overcome with the emotion of it all. The encryption of her conversation now occupied his mind. She was with him; she was in Jeff’s bed. He had fucked her three times so far and she was looking for more. His cock strained in his pants.
She was bringing him home something special; something that he hadn’t tried before. He knew what it would be. He had told her the night before that he was looking forward to Abdul coming next week so that he could enjoy her pussy after he had fucked her. He wouldn’t have to wait another week now. She already had something special for him. Jeff had already filled her three times and there was more to collect from him. Alistair looked at his watch. It was nearly 5:00pm. He wondered if he would survive the next hour.
He did survive though; not just the hour but an hour and three quarters. Julie rang him again at 6:45pm. She had just left Jeff’s flat and was on her way to get a takeaway.
“What happened?” he asked her.
“Was it good?” he asked, “Is he big?”
“Yes on both counts.”
“What did you do?” he asked, impatiently.
“Wait till I get home darling,” she told him, “I will tell you then.”
Alistair hung up.
Half an hour later he heard her car in the driveway and rushed to the door to open it for her. They kissed and he followed her into the kitchen. There was only one bag that she was carrying and that was containing their Chinese takeaway.
They kissed again. This time it was long and slow. He knew that her lips had already been kissed earlier. His hand dropped down from her waist and to the hem of her skirt just as her hand went to his bulge. His fingers climbed slowly up her stockined thigh, over the lacy tops and then to the soft white flesh above. His fingers hovered for a moment before touching the crotch of her panties. He felt the wetness immediately.
Almost instinctively, he dropped to his knees and pushed the hem of her dress up. He could see the wetness of the crotch; he could smell the musky aroma. His mouth pressed against her and he began feverishly licking her. Through the silk material he could still taste them; it was no barrier. Julie reached down and took the hem of her skirt from his hands in one hand and with the other she pulled the crotch of her panties to one side.
“Enjoy darling,” she told him.
Alistair groaned loudly.
“That’s it darling enjoy your treat,” she told him.
He groaned again as he pushed his tongue inside her. Jeff’s cum was thick and creamy and it was plentiful.
“Five times he fucked me,” she told him as she softly moaned. “Five wonderful fucks.”
He groaned again as he slurped on their bodily fluids.
“He really is big and he’s soooooo good,” she teased.
Alistair pushed his tongue deeper with greater urgency.
“I...I could have stayed all night, it was that good,” she said as she let go of the hem of her skirt and gripped the back of his head.
Alistair was in darkness now as the hem of skirt rested upon his shoulders. He could feel her body starting to shake. He could feel her hips thrusting against him and the room was being filled the sound of her moans. Julie was coming, again. He had no idea how many orgasms she had experienced that afternoon but he was determined to make this the best one as he replaced his tongue with his fingers and began to use his tongue on her clitty. One huge, deafening scream moments later had Julie sobbing from her release.
A few minutes later she pulled him up to her and kissed him. Her lips tasted the cum on his face; not just Jeff’s but also her own. She smiled and kissed him again and then reached under her skirt and tugged at her panties.
“Your turn now darling,” she said as she stepped out of them.
Moments later it was he who was leaning against the cooker and she on her knees before him.
“This is for being such a good cuckold,” she told him as she wrapped her soiled panties around his cock.
Alistair closed his eyes and began to think about Julie in Jeff’s bed as she masturbated him.
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