The Cuckold’s Reward – Alistair’s Story – Part XVII

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Julie was in the kitchen making a start on the dinner when they walked in. She was wearing a pretty floral patterned dress. Her legs were bare, making Alistair wonder if she was wearing anything at all under it. He stepped forward and kissed her. Jeff must also have had the same thoughts because he kissed her too after Alistair but he put his hand up her dress. “Fucking hell, Julie,” he said, “you’re not wearing knickers.” Jeff then lifted the hem of her dress. “Look at the state of your wife, Alistair!” he told him. Alistair felt his erection stretching his pants again. Another man was holding up his wife’s dress and showing him her nakedness. He was speechless. “When you guys have finally finished, I would like to get back to cooking dinner,” she told them with a smile. Jeff let go of the hem and her dress fell to cover up her nakedness. Julie looked down at Alistair’s bulge and gave it a pat. “How about showing Jeff round,” she suggested, “especially where he will be sleeping tomorrow night.” Alistair looked at Jeff and saw the smile on his face. It added to the humiliation. He left the kitchen with Jeff in tow and showed him the dining room and the lounge. “Which is your chair Alistair?” He knew exactly why he wanted to know that Karşıyaka escort bayan as he pointed to his favourite armchair. He had heard the expression ‘fuck around the house’. He knew that Jeff wouldn’t probably manage it all in one night, but it would take him long to fuck Julie in every room of the house. They went into the utility room next. Jeff eyed the table in the centre of the room with the laundry basket sat atop of it. He had never fucked her in this room. It looked as though Jeff might beat him to it. The final room he showed him was their bedroom; the marital bedroom. Jeff stood by the large double bed. “So this is where I will be sleeping tomorrow night then, Alistair?” Alistair nodded, trying to avoid Jeff’s eyes. Jeff walked to the side and pressed down vigorously on the mattress with both hands a few times. “Lots of bounce but quiet,” Jeff commented. “Don… that other couple I mentioned, their bed squeaked like hell and the headboard made a hell of a racket against the wall. Poor guy used to get woken up by us if he was sleeping at home.” ‘So it was Donald then?’ Alistair thought. Jeff gave it one more vigorous pressing and then turned to Alistair, “Just something about Escort bornova fucking a married woman in the marital bed,” he said. “It’s a bit like violating her husband.” Alistair turned away. “What does Julie usually wear in bed at night?” Alistair turned back. “Sometimes just her knickers, but mainly nothing, most of the time,” he answered. “No negligee or short nightdress?” “Very rarely,” Alistair shrugged. “I think I prefer them,” he told him. “Something to lift in the night. No knickers of course. Don’t like to wake them up beforehand. Just lift and slide it up. Best way to wake a woman!” Visions of Jeff lifting back Julie’s nightdress and slipping his cock into her from behind filled his head. He just had to get out of their bedroom. “I’d love to help Julie conceive in that bed, Alistair,” Jeff said as he moved away from the bed. Alistair said nothing as he continued towards the door to go back downstairs. The atmosphere was sexually charged. Alistair had poured them all a glass of wine before going to the bathroom. When he returned, Jeff was stood by Julie’s side as she put the finishing touches to their steaks. His hand was under her dress and he was fondling her bottom. His hand had pushed üçyol escort the hem of the dress exposing her bottom. Julie didn’t seem to mind or care. When they all sat down at the dining table a few minutes later, Alistair noticed that Jeff had the resemblances of a tent pole in his trousers just like himself. Julie saw it too, reached across and gave it a playful shake. “What’s all this then?” she laughed. “Blame your husband,” Jeff replied, “he tells me that he would love me to help you conceive in the marital bed.” Alistair gasped. Julie laughed and gave his erection a final playful shake. “Now I know you are lying. Alistair would never say such a thing.” Alistair gave a sigh of relief. “Alistair prefers to be told what is going to happen rather than make a decision,” she told him. “Isn’t that right darling?” He knew that she was right. All along she had been the one taking the lead. He may have started the ball rolling with the cuckolding, but it was Julie who was doing the leading now. She was the one running the show. He would follow where she led him, even if it was to position where Jeff would be the one to get her pregnant. “Who would you prefer to be the father of your child, Julie?” Jeff asked her. “Alistair, of course,” she said quickly. “He will make a wonderful dad.” Alistair felt relieved. “But if you are asking me who I would prefer to be the biological father, then I would prefer the one who is the best lover.” Alistair felt a pang of despair as Jeff smiled. There was silence for a few minutes as they ate.

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