Journey into Cuckoldry – Twice Shy

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It was six months since the extraordinary evening described in ‘Journey into Cuckoldry’ happened, in which my lovely wife Alice and I had been seduced by our friends Steve and Carmen in our own MPV as we drove home from a late night concert. Well, to be precise, Carmen had given me a lingering hand job in the front seat while I tried to drive, finger her pussy and watch the action in the back seat in the rear-view mirror, all at the same time. I hadn’t done a very good job of any of them. In the back however, Carmen’s husband Steve had done an amazingly good job, systematically seducing my sweet, innocent wife as I watched, from giggling and tickling, through kissing and fondling, to fingering, fucking and finishing with the ultimate triumph, inseminating her before my eyes. I had watched it all in the mirror, spellbound, unable to intervene, until Carmen’s fingers had brought me to a messy climax in the damp panties Steve had stripped from Alice and thrown forwards into the front seat. Carmen had immediately christened me ‘Cuckold’ which was unkind if not untrue. Our marriage had survived this infidelity – indeed for a while things took a massive turn for the better. For the first few weeks afterwards we made love every day, Alice responding well to the new, passionate me. When her period came and we realised with relief that she wasn’t pregnant things calmed down a little but for a long time both of us worked much harder at our relationship, especially sexually, as if I now felt I had a competition for her affections which hadn’t been there before. Although we had seen Steve and Carmen a few times since then we had avoided being a group of only four, preferring to have other friends around like at parties. Maybe it was to protect us from further temptation; maybe I just had difficulty being with people who, in their own words, had won a ‘Total Conquest’ over us. So it was with more than a little unease that, one morning as I sipped my coffee in a large Cafe in the town centre, the door opened and Carmen entered. I tried to make myself invisible but she had already spotted me and, once she had collected her drink, made her way over to my quiet corner table. “Hi!” She said. We kissed awkwardly but politely on the cheek. “Mind if I join you?” “I’ve nearly finished…” I started but she wasn’t listening. She put down her handbag and sat in the armchair alongside mine. Despite my misgivings, she looked fantastic. Curvier than Alice, but not overweight, Carmen has a fiery personality and looks to match. Shoulder-length wavy hair, so brown it was almost black matched perfectly the sparkling dark eyes around which she wore just the right amount of make-up. Her red dress was figure-hugging, flattering and clearly expensive; her black tights were sheer and her heels high. The word sexy didn’t come close to describing her! She made me nervous and my mind raced back to the evening in the car when I had fingered her as she had brought me to a messy climax. For a few minutes we went through the usual routine. How was Steve? How was Alice? How were our kids? How was your holiday? No-one would have guessed that she and I had a dark secret, but we both knew that the subject was going to come up and predictably it was Carmen who took the first step down that road. “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 it, have you?” She laughed. I blushed scarlet. “Steve and I talk about it quite often.” She went on. “It was a great evening – before, during and especially after the concert.” Her eyes were fixed on mine. I tried unsuccessfully to return her gaze. “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.” She said, her eyes sparkling even more mischievously. I already knew that Carmen and Steve had deliberately plotted our seduction but tried to act innocent. “What do you mean?” “I mean…” She said, moving closer. “That neither of us expected you to go anywhere near as far as you did!” I looked at her quizzically. “Steve thought that strong, macho you would step in and stop him as soon as he got his hands on little Alice’s knickers. That’s why he was pretending it was all playful. To give him a route out if you got angry. “I had more confidence in him – and I had an idea about you, even then. I thought he’d at least get to finger her but that she’d be the one to call a halt.” She looked me straight in the eyes. “It seems both of us were wrong! Your sweet, innocent 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, but she was. 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 might have been born to be a cuckold.” She continued. “Sorry?” I said, genuinely not understanding. “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. “Not even when you knew he was going to cum in her right in front of you!” She laughed hollowly. “No, you nearly killed us all by driving too fast with your eyes fixed on the rear view mirror.” She was right again. Even though I knew Alice hadn’t been on the pill since my vasectomy five years before, I had felt utterly helpless to stop Steve from filling her with his seed. We had been lucky he hadn’t made her pregnant. “And you didn’t even try and even things up by screwing me yourself, did you? No, you just loved watching your sweet, innocent wife being thoroughly fucked by my husband. The hand job I gave you was just a little bonus, wasn’t it?” 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. “We’re not 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.” “Total Conquest!” The words were spoken softly but triumphantly. “I couldn’t wait to get him back home!” My mind reeled at the thought of Carmen and Steve having victory sex almanbahis şikayet in their bed after we had taken them home that night, to celebrate their unexpectedly successful conquest. “What was your sex life like straight afterwards?” She asked, taking a new direction. “It was OK.” I replied automatically. “Just OK?” She challenged. I couldn’t lie, Carmen was too astute. “Well actually it was good. No, to be honest it was great!” I confessed. “But it’s cooled off again now, right?” She stated. She was right of course; it had been a cause of a little friction between us recently. “It felt amazing, didn’t it? Screwing her straight after she’d been screwed by Steve.” Again I didn’t answer, unwilling to admit the truth. “Sloppy seconds for the Cuckold!” I remembered how it had felt, entering my wife’s body, knowing that only an hour before it had been filled with another man’s semen; seeing her vulva still red and puffy from the penetrations she had received at the hands of that man and his huge cock. “You’d like to watch her again, wouldn’t you?” Carmen’s assertion drew me sharply back from my reverie. “What? Sorry?” I mumbled, the image still strongly in my mind. “I said you’d rather like to do it all over again.” She whispered. “Cuckold!” “Of course I wouldn’t!” I answered sharply. “That was a one-off. A mistake!” “Really?” She asked. The look on her face showed how little she believed me. It was as if Carmen could see straight through me and I was seeing myself in my true light for the first time. Ashamed, I looked down at the table, unable to meet her penetrating gaze any longer but my body language confessed all. “Don’t be ashamed…” She said, her hand taking mine once again, her voice soft and reassuring. “You’re not alone by a long way.” I still couldn’t look her in the eye. “You’d be surprised just how many men like to see their wives being fucked by someone who really knows what they’re doing. And you’d be surprised how many wives enjoy having a really good cock inside them once in a while.” She paused again. “You’d be even more surprised if I told you who they were!” This time I did look up. Carmen nodded. “People you know very well indeed!” She said meaningfully. “They weren’t all as enthusiastic as you two but all the same…” I was gobsmacked. Had Steve also seduced some of our good friends? Who could they be? Although I still felt ashamed with myself, I started to feel less alone in my fantasies. “So you’d like to see Alice and Steve together again, right?” She said for a second time. I lowered my eyes and nodded. “But you don’t think she’d go along with it and you’re worried about suggesting it in case she thinks you’re a pervert. Right again?” I nodded again, amazed that I could be so honest with this extraordinary woman. “But you would consider creating the circumstances in which it could happen again? Without her realising what you were doing?” This was not at all what I had expected, but was too interesting to ignore. “Maybe…” I ventured, unwilling to commit myself. “Then the question is, how much effort are you prepared to put into persuading her!” I looked up sharply. “What do you mean?” “Let’s get another coffee.” She said. “I have an idea…” *** A few days later, Carmen and I were sitting together in different cafe, making our large, strong coffees last as long as we could. Our table was not in the window but was perfectly placed for us both to see clearly whatever was going on across the road. On the roadside terrace of Alice’s favourite 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. She looked simply stunning in a short, flowery summer dress that flattered her tall, slim figure. Her long tanned, bare legs seemed to go on forever before ending in bright shiny red heels and her blonde hair, brushed until it shone, was held back from her pretty face with her favourite red band. “How long should I wait?” I asked quietly. “Another five minutes.” Carmen replied. “I’ll text Steve.” Across the road, the attentive waiter approached Alice. She spoke to him, pointed to her empty glass and then to the top left hand corner of the menu before looking at her watch again. I picked up my mobile phone and dialled. 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. “There’s been a big accident on the ring road and I’ve been stuck solid for twenty minutes.” “Oh no!” She moaned, genuinely upset. “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 have 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. I leaned forward in my seat and watched her closely as 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 nibbles she had ordered for us. Alice looked at them then distractedly began to eat. “Texting now…” Carmen whispered. Her phone beeped and she pulled me around until our heads almost touched as we peered through the window at my wife. Seconds later, a handsome figure walked confidently around the corner and made directly for the restaurant. It was Steve, and I have to say that even I thought he looked gorgeous, his powerful upper body very well presented in a close fitting white polo shirt and the tight buttocks I knew Alice had secretly admired for a long time – and which I had once seen rising and falling between her open thighs – were displayed to great effect by a pair of tailored chinos. He strode purposely across the terrace as if to go into the building, then stopped suddenly in the doorway. Retracing his steps, he looked across the busy tables, smiled then walked straight over to where Alice was sitting. I watched their meeting in anxious silence. Steve put his hand on her shoulder; she turned, immediately recognising him; her face registered surprise then unease. He spoke, smiling; they kissed on the cheek. 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 ordered and within minutes two more large glasses of wine appeared. They sipped and chatted and I could tell that Alice was gradually becoming more almanbahis canlı casino relaxed, laughing easily and frequently at his conversation. He touched her hand a little as they talked. At first Alice moved away automatically but as the conversation went on she smiled and laughed more and by the time they had finished eating Steve’s hand had been resting on hers for a good twenty minutes. As the plates were cleared, Steve looked one more time at his watch and, pulling a face, called for the bill. After a short debate, he took out his wallet while Alice rummaged in her handbag. Eventually she removed a small book I recognised as her diary. They debated a little longer then Alice wrote something in the book before putting it away. They stood up – I thought Alice looked a little unsteady – then kissed goodbye before going their separate ways. This time the kiss, though still short, was definitely on the lips. In the cafe opposite, Carmen and I leaned back in our seats. “Well?” She said, and I realised that her hand had been pressed firmly against my groin under the table throughout the show. “It looks like we’ve started something, doesn’t it?” *** I arrived home well after six o’clock, apologizing for missing our date. Alice seemed a lot less unhappy than she should, which pleased me, although I took care not to let it show. I asked what she had done at the restaurant. She replied that she had simply finished her drink 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 kids 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 thumbed forward until I saw the entry I expected. 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 wasn’t easy rearranging my schedule but within a day I had made myself free around Thursday lunchtime. All I needed was to know where they were planning to meet so I could look for a place to watch without been observed. 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 far enough away from home for there to be little chance of meeting any friends there, which would help Alice relax and perhaps go a bit further with Steve too. “Thanks Carmen.” I said, pleased. “Are you sure you can’t come too?” “Maybe next time…” She said in her huskiest voice. “Mr. Cuckold!” *** I arrived 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 window that separated the restaurant from the cafe in which I sat. She looked stunning again, this time wearing a short blue sleeveless sun dress that swooshed around her slender body as if she was in an advert. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail and fastened with a dark blue ribbon. She had clearly gone to a lot of trouble to look her best for her date. At exactly one o’clock, Steve arrived, having obviously made a real effort too. A tight white T shirt and slim-cut jeans showed off his gym-toned body and made my own efforts in the weight room feel insignificant. They kissed ‘hello’ full on the lips then sat and talked, Steve’s hand on hers from the beginning. They ordered and ate and chatted brightly and happily and as they talked, he began to stroke Alice’s arm from her fingers to her shoulder. 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 erection strained within my pants as I watched her being systematically fondled in public and apparently enjoying every minute of it. When it was time to depart, they both seemed 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. *** The two met again that week, this time for coffee. I managed to get away from work again and watched them from the front seat of my MPV. Steve’s hand rested on my wife’s upper thigh for a long time and although she did nothing to encourage him, she did nothing to stop him either. Alice was rather impatient with me over the weekend. Our lovemaking was unsatisfactory too; I came much too soon and was left with the clear impression that my size and performance had both been disappointing. They met at the Grange again the following Tuesday. Carmen had tipped me off and I watched from my previous table as they talked, their heads close together. This time, below the table, Steve’s hand strayed fully underneath my wife’s short skirt. Her eyes closed as his fingers briefly explored her hidden areas and my chest ached – partly jealousy but mostly frustration at being unable to see clearly what he was doing to her body. Alice didn’t mention her lunch with Steve that evening, preferring 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 kids were looking forward to it. *** It was Wednesday afternoon when I noticed the missed call on my mobile from Carmen. I had been working so didn’t notice it ringing but called back at the first opportunity. When she answered, her words were short. “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!” Oh my God! The devious plan might actually work – a lot quicker than I had hoped too. “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…” I could barely contain my excitement… *** Alice didn’t say anything about our weekend that night or the following day. I felt disappointed that Carmen had got it wrong but consoled myself that there would be other dates in the coming weeks in which Steve could continue his seduction. On Thursday night, as we were getting ready for bed, Alice suggested that we should make love. This was unusual for her on any night almanbahis casino in recent weeks but especially so on a Thursday which was a busy day for her. Was this a conscience fuck before her expected adultery the following night? I really hoped so. It sounds bad now, but I deliberately came quite early – long before Alice was anywhere near orgasm – so that she would feel frustrated and unsatisfied the following day if she met Steve. Leaving her unsatisfied had become more common over the last six months but to do it deliberately was new for me. *** Friday morning I was at work as usual. Alice was to collect the kids 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.” I 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. “It’s Mum. She’s had a turn. I have to go and stay with her tonight.” Brilliant! An unattractive task, described vaguely, that the kids and I couldn’t possibly help with, and serious enough to make arguing futile. Perfect! “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 I’ll have to go straight afterwards.” I agreed, apparently reluctantly and wished her mother well. Then I called my parents and asked them to meet me half way to their house so I could hand over the kids 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 natural when I had picked the kids up from home. Alice had looked sweet and normal too – well, perhaps her cheeks were a little flushed with excitement – and we had kissed lovingly when we said our goodbyes in the hallway, leaving her alone in the house to ‘get a bag ready for Mum.’ After forty-five minutes’ drive I met my father at a service station and handed the kids over. I couldn’t tell who was more excited, the kids at being seriously spoilt for a weekend or me at the prospect of watching my wife getting fucked by another man! I drove back quickly, noting as I passed our house that Alice’s car was still in the driveway and that the lights were on in our bedroom and bathroom. My pulse raced at the thought that she was getting herself ready for her lover. An hour later, Carmen and I were sitting in a romantic booth in the back of the smart restaurant Steve had chosen for their date. Our table was round and the bench seat curved so she and I were pressed close together in the recess. I could feel the warmth of her body against mine which was immediately arousing. It was very private but gave us a first class view of most of the rest of the tables. A short while later, Steve arrived looking even more handsome in an expensive dark suit and open neck shirt. “He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?” Carmen whispered and took a long sip of her drink. “She’s in for a treat tonight…” Her hand moved across to my groin and squeezed the lump that was forming there, then added “If you’re lucky, Cuckold.” Then my eyes nearly popped out of my head as Alice entered the restaurant, my mouth literally falling open at the stunning girl who approached the table opposite and who Steve rose to greet with a kiss full on the mouth. Almost unrecognisable as the wife I had left behind only a couple of hours ago, Alice wore a tight fitting, very short silver dress I had never seen before but which showed her figure off to perfection. Shimmering silk covered her long legs down to the silver high heels which again were new. 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. Steve ordered champagne and Alice made a pretence at refusing it before accepting several glasses. They laughed and ate, sitting side by side almost as close as Carmen and I were. I could see 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. As his fingers slipped underneath, Alice placed her hand on his as if to stop his advances. He paused but his hand remained high on her thigh and she made no attempt to move it away, seemingly content to keep it where it was. 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?” Looking at my wife’s face across the room I could tell Carmen was right. Alice’s head was leaning slightly backward and her knees were parting in illicit pleasure. I liked it a lot and was annoyed when the tension was suddenly broken as 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 them stood up. She took his hand and led him to the dance floor where they began to gyrate 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, right Cuckold?” Reluctantly I pulled my eyes away from the beautiful couple dancing so well and so sexily together and, leaving cash on the table to cover our bill, followed her into the car park. *** Ten minutes later Carmen and I entered our house having parked her car several streets away, out of sight. Entering the lounge, I noticed that Alice had left the lights on low, giving the room a soft, romantic feeling and there was definitely a smell of perfume in the air. She was clearly hoping for a romantic encounter when she returned home. I opened wide the one 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 mirror from its wall mounting and moved it a few feet along to stand upright on the sideboard, closer to the lounge. Using heavy books and a door stop we angled the mirror carefully towards the open door. Carmen looked at her wristwatch. “Not long now! We’d better check it works.” She went back into the lounge and stood alongside the large sofa that stood in the middle of the room.

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