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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 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 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 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. I retreated into the dining room to the small two-seat sofa which stood against the wall opposite the mirror and looked at the reflection.

The left hand side of the lounge was in full clear view but no sofa was visible. I ran back to the mirror and with a few grunts managed to change its angle slightly before returning to my seat. I checked again. Perfect! The whole of the centre of the lounge, including all the sofa and surroundings, were in full clear view.

“Can you see anything?” Carmen asked.

“Everything!” I called back. What about you?”

“Nothing! I can’t see anything unusual at all! They won’t have a clue we’re there”

In a few moments she joined me on the dining room sofa, turning off all the lights except for those Alice had left on, and sitting close by me in the darkness.

“Ironic, isn’t it?” She said quietly.

“What?” I asked, my tummy fluttering almost unbearably with anticipation.

“You watched her get fucked in a mirror the first time and you’re going to see her get fucked in a mirror now – if it all goes to plan!” She chuckled. “At least you don’t have a car to crash this time!”

After what seemed like hours there was the sound of a car pulling up outside. Carmen squeezed my hand hard. There was a rattling of keys in the door, and a mumbling of voices in the hallway. I heard the front door close with a click followed by muffled giggling, footsteps on the hard wooden floor then, as the excited couple entered the lounge, I heard their conversation clearly even though they were out of my field of view.

“Thank you for a wonderful evening...” Alice was saying. “I haven’t had so much fun in a long time. And I’m worn out with all that dancing.”

“I hope you’re not completely spent, Ali...” Steve replied in a meaningful voice.

‘Ali? Steve has a pet name for my wife? Nobody else called her Ali – nobody that I knew of anyway. How long had that being going on?

“Cheeky!” My wife countered. “Would you like some coffee?”

“That would be a good start.” Steve laughed.

“I’ll go and make...” But her words were cut off short.

Unable to see, my mind raced. Were they kissing? After a while my wife spoke, slightly breathless.

“Wow! Steve... I haven’t kissed like that for a long time, I...” Her words were cut off again. This time I could hear the soft wet sounds of two mouths deeply and passionately together, heavy breathing and the sound of clothing being ruffled. Unable to see them, my frustration was terrible.

Then to my relief there was a shuffling of feet and the two of them moved into the room, straight into my field of view.

Now I could see clearly; Alice’s body tensing as if in an attempt at resistance; Steve’s mouth remaining firmly on hers as he wrapped her in his arms; another moment of hesitation on Alice’s part; the tension leaving her body as she melted into their embrace, her arms rising around his strong, muscular neck, her mouth opening wide for his tongue.

In the darkness, Carmen silently squeezed my crotch tightly and kept squeezing.

Their embrace was long and lasting. Alice’s hung helpless from Steve’s powerful shoulders as his hands explored her body through her dress, from the nape of her neck down to her silver-covered buttocks, kneading them with his strong fingers. He pulled her hard into his chest and her hips writhed against him, rubbing herself unconsciously on his thigh.

After what seemed an age, Alice pulled her mouth away from his and leaned back, gulping in fresh air.

“Mmm Steve... we shouldn’t...we...” She weakly protested.

Again he silenced her with a kiss, his time their lips pressing together more tenderly, and as he kissed her, he deftly slipped the narrow straps of her silver dress off her shoulders letting them fall loose down her slender arms.

The top of her dress fell away revealing a small white satin strapless bra underneath. He cupped her near-naked breasts. She moaned.

“Steve, please...”

But there was no conviction in her voice, indeed she slipped her arms through the fallen straps and the whole upper half of the dress fell to her waist. His arms enfolded her again and behind her back his nimble fingers released the clasp of her bra. It fell forwards, trapped between their bodies as they kissed, then as his hands rose to caress her breasts, dropped unnoticed to the floor leaving her bare-chested in his arms.

“Beautiful...” He murmured and gently but firmly turned her until her back rested against his chest, her head against his shoulder. His muscular arms encircled her body again, big, strong hands cupping her newly exposed breasts as she stood facing directly towards the mirror – I couldn’t have had a better view of the action if they had planned it all. Alice’s eyes closed and her head fell back against Steve’s chest as he kneaded her boobs, his fingers toying first with the soft pale globes, then the dark pointed nipples, rolling them then squeezing them.

Knowing Alice, I could predict the effect this would have and I was right. She began to moan and grind her bottom backwards against his groin, her arms reaching back to grab his firm buttocks. His mouth fell to her neck where his kissed her and nibbled her flesh under her long hair.

“He really knows what presses her button, doesn’t he...?” Carmen whispered in my ear and I felt a hidden hand at my waist, efficiently unfastening my belt, flicking open my trouser clasp and lowering my zipper. “Let’s see if I can do the same for you...”

I felt her move in front of me in the darkness and there was a tug on my pants. My eyes glued to the mirror, I lifted my bottom slightly and felt my trousers and pants being pulled down to my knees. My erect cock sprang free as I perched on the edge of the seat, my thighs wide apart.

There was a further rustling and then Carmen was sitting close to me. She must have slipped off her dress in the darkness because I could feel soft, warm skin pressed firmly against mine. I felt a firm hand on my cock and with long, slow strokes she began her expert task.

In the mirror, I saw that Steve’s similarly expert hands had now left Alice’s breasts and were on her hips, caressing her sides and buttocks through her dress. His lips were still on her neck, her eyes still closed, but as his fingers worked their way around towards her groin, I saw them open dreamily. His fingers slid softly down her silk covered thighs to the hem of the dress where for a moment they stroked her soft skin, then boldly slipped under the dress, raising it and exposing the tops of her thighs and her panties.

I gasped. “Stockings...”

Under her dress, my lovely wife was wearing a bright white suspender belt and smooth pale silk stockings. Several tantalising inches of bare flesh were clearly visible between the tops of the stockings and the belt’s waistband, and over the straps she wore equally bright, white and new silk thong panties.

“It’s amazing what a girl will do for the right man...” Carmen whispered in my ear, stroking my cock firmly.

Before my eyes, Steve’s fingers followed the seam of the thong’s tiny front triangle deep down into Alice’s crease. She moaned and writhed as his fingertip found her slit and traced its outline through the silk.

“Steve, I...” She began to protest, but then her voice faded to a low moan and I realised his fingers must have found a very special place. My wife tensed, her fingers dug into his buttocks, her knees went weak momentarily and she leaned heavily against him, his hand still deep between her thighs, moving back and forth along the white silk.

“Oh.. Oh Steve...” She moaned. “Please... We mustn’t... Not again... perhaps if... if I... do this for you...”

She stood unsteadily and turned to face Steve again then grasped the hem of her rumpled dress and peeled it upwards over her naked boobs, over her head and off, laying it down on the sofa next to her. Her hair was now tousled making her look even sexier, if that were possible, dressed only in heels, stockings, suspenders and her thong.

Then before my eyes, she knelt and began to unfasten Steve’s belt. His fingers lightly stroked her hair as the buckle opened then with clumsily prised open the button beneath and, lowering his zipper, eased his trousers over his hips and all the way down to rest around his ankles.

I could clearly see a huge bulge in the tight shorts that were revealed. Alice could too because I saw an anxious expression cross her face as she tentatively slipped her fingers into the elastic of his waistband and, easing them carefully down over their swelling contents, freed Steve’s erection from its captivity. His shorts joined his trousers around his ankles and, despite myself I gasped at the sight of his fully erect cock.

Alice’s almost leapt back in surprise as it sprang out and towards her face.

“Oh my God! It’s so big! Much bigger than I remember!” She exclaimed in astonishment.

“Bigger than your husband’s?” Steve’s voice was low but clearly audible.

“Christ yes!” She immediately replied.

“It will get even bigger soon.” His voice went very quiet.

Taking her cue, Alice wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began to stroke it in long, slow movements not unlike those Carmen was using on my cock as I watched. Her hand could barely close around its girth and it was at least twice as long as her fist as she slowly and sexily pumped.

Steve’s fingers gripped Alice’s hair as she stroked him, his hands gradually drawing her face closer towards his cock until its head lightly touched her chin. I watched wide-eyed as my wife simply opened her lips and took the end of his cock straight into her mouth. It looked simply huge, a thick pink pole of muscle penetrating deep between her red-painted lips, as slowly and tentatively she began to lick and suck his monstrous pole.

In all our marriage, I doubt if Alice had given me more than half a dozen blow jobs, always insisting it was degrading for a woman and unhygienic. And yet there she was, kneeling before Steve, her firm breasts bared, nipples erect, taking his erection into her mouth deeper than I thought was physically possible. Her hands were clasped together behind her back and she gazed up adoringly into his eyes as she licked and sucked his massive shaft, dipping her head forwards and backwards as he gently rocked his hips as if fucking her pretty face.

“Look at that cock!” Carmen whispered very softly in my ear, my cock in her hand looking tiny in comparison. “It would make any wife a cock-sucker, even sweet little Alice!” She spoke with almost palpable pride in her husband’s endowment. “It’s not surprising she prefers that... to this!”

She flicked the top of my cock with her finger. I winced at the pain. In the car that night it had been difficult to see Steve’s erection. I knew that it was big and Alice’s reaction when he had entered her had confirmed this but now I had to admit that it simply dwarfed my own mediocre effort.

“Let’s see if we can improve things...” Carmen whispered and began to stroke me harder and faster.

Back in the lounge, Alice was amazing. I had never imagined that she could be so passionate – her body rocked back and forth, taking Steve in and out of her mouth in time with gentle thrusts from his hips while he moaned softly in pleasure. Deeper and deeper went the thrusts until I was sure she would choke, but my wife clearly had hidden talents and somehow managed to take almost all of his length, then lick and pump the huge shaft as it slipped back between her teeth. Faster and faster she pumped then to my amazement her right hand released his tight scrotum and dived between her own thighs where she began to stroke her slit as she licked and sucked his cock.

I thought would cum immediately, my arousal was so intense, but Carmen seemed to sense this; her expert hands kept me exquisitely just the right side of ejaculation – close enough to feel its presence but never reaching it.

Alice’s hand was moving quickly on Steve’s cock now, her lips around its head as if wanting him to cum in her mouth when he firmly placed his hands on either side of her face and slowed her down, drawing his erection gently from between her teeth.

It stood firm and hard, much darker in colour than before her mouth had showered it with attention. An awesome sight.

My wife sat back on her heels, her mouth wet and sticky, her lipstick all but gone. Steve placed a single finger under her chin and tilted her sweet face towards his. My lovely wife looked adoringly into her lover’s eyes.

“It’s time Ali.” He said. “Like you wanted.” His voice was low and very persuasive as he slipped off his trousers, shoes and socks.

“But Steve we can’t...”

I could feel anguish in her voice and felt torn. Did I want her to resist? Did I want her to yield and let him take her again? I knew deep down that there was nothing I could do other than sit and watch...

“Didn’t you like it last time? What did you tell me?” He asked, casting aside his shirt and revealing his well-developed chest and arms.

“I know! It’s true! It was unbelievably good... The best ever... But...”

“And you want it again, don’t you?” Naked in front of her, unobstructed by his clothes, Steve’s cock looked huge and intimidating.

“Steve...” She protested.

“Don’t you?” He insisted.

“Steve I...”

“Say it, Alice. You know it’s true. Tell me you want my cock in you again.”

“Oh God!”

Her hand reached out to his groin. She ran her fingers down the length of his cock, a look of anxiety on her pretty face.

“It’s even bigger now than I remember it!”

“That’s because of you!” He hissed coarsely. “Your sexy body; your sexy mouth. You made that happen. You’re incredible! And you want it, Ali, admit it, you really want it...”

“Steve... you know I want it but... but...”

There was a look almost of anguish on her face as her brain fought against her body’s desires... and lost!

“Oh God Steve! I want that cock in me again... please... quickly...”

I almost cheered, amazed at the strength of my feelings as I watched my wife lay back on the sofa and brazenly spread her long slender legs, her bottom perched on the edge of the seat, staring at Steve’s groin.

“Tell me what you want me to do...!”

She reached forward and stroked his massive erection again.

“I need to hear you say it, Ali...”

She closed her eyes and her head fell back against the cushion.

“I want you... to... fuck me!”

There! She had said it! My wife had almost begged another man to fuck her. But there was more to come.

“Fuck me like before Steve, only better... longer... harder... make me cum... cum hard... again! Please...”

A broad smile crossed Steve’s face as he bent over and kissed her full on the lips then roughly pulled her legs until she was lying almost flat on the sofa, her open thighs presented towards him – and thank goodness, towards the mirror too. He took hold of the sides of her panties with both hands.

“Lift up, Ali...” He whispered. My wife did as she was told and within seconds her panties were gone, her vulva naked and fully exposed.

Her slit looked dark and angry red between her pale outer lips as Steve manoeuvred himself into position, his cock at the entrance to my wife’s waiting vagina.

“Wait... Wait a second...” She said suddenly, leaning forward and placing a hand on his flat tummy.

“What is it, Ali?” He asked, rubbing his smooth head up and down her slit, searching for her entrance.

“Promise me... you’ll pull out before... before you cum... I’m not... mmmm... not on the pill and... Oh God, that feels good...! We were... lucky last time and I... I can’t... take the risk...”

But her words were cut short as Steve’s slim buttocks tightened, his hips thrust forward, and the head of his cock was forced past her inner lips, straight into her wet vagina.

“OhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGODDD!”

Alice squealed in shock and delight as his huge cock broke through all remaining resistance and slipped half its length into her.

“Yes!” Carmen hissed triumphantly into my ear. Her fingers gripped my rigid cock so tightly it actually hurt as her hand rose and fell in my naked lap. “Enjoy it, Cuckold. Enjoy watching my husband fucking your sweet innocent wife’s brains out!”

Steve drew himself slowly back, his small, tight bottom blocking my view of Alice’s vulva, until I guessed his head was just inside her body, then his buttocks clenched hard and he drove himself back into her with an animal grunt.

Alice squealed again. “Jesus Christ!”

He drew back and thrust into her again.

“Oh God! Oh Jesus!”

And then before my eyes he proceeded to thoroughly fuck my helpless, totally compliant wife, first in long, slow thrusts, each one ending in a loud, wonderfully wet slap as his body slammed against hers, then as his speed increased, with shorter, faster strokes.

Beneath him, Alice seemed to be climbing a wall of pleasure, her voice growing louder, higher pitched and less coherent as Steve’s pace quickened. Tirelessly he thrust in and out of her, sometimes fast, sometimes slow but always relentless, bringing my wife to highs of pleasure, backing off, then closer and closer to what I could tell would soon be a shattering orgasm.

It seemed to go on forever, my cock in Carmen’s hands now sore with her stroking and rubbing – God alone knew how Alice’s vagina must feel by now.

And still Steve thrust into her; Alice moaning faster and faster, her voice weaker and weaker until finally it was choked off altogether as a massive tidal wave of orgasm washed over and through her before my eyes. Her body shook, trembling beyond control in a way that had never come close to happening when in bed with me; her eyes widened as if they would pop out of her head, her tongue bulged from her lips, her fingers digging deeply into Steve’s biceps as she came wildly.

And still Steve thrust into her, by now in short, sharp, very fast strokes indeed.

“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God Steve! Oh please...”

Her voice was very high now, almost a squeal, her words falling over each other as her head flailed from side to side on the sofa. Her arms first grabbed Steve’s shoulders, then his waist, then his hips, then grabbed her own boobs, then clutched her hair as he ploughed in and out of her totally unresisting body.

“Please! No more! Please!” She begged as his thrusts grew faster and faster and the room filled with wet slapping sounds. Alice’s head was off the cushion now, her eyes wide and staring, her neck stiff, her face directly below Steve’s as his body slammed repeatedly into hers.

“Please…! Cum now! I can’t… take… any… more…” She pleaded. “Please… cum… in… me… cum… in… me… NOW!”

Carmen gripped my left hand tightly in hers, forcing my fingers against her own crotch as her right hand pumped my erect cock wildly, her eyes like mine glued to the scene on the bed.

“What if...you… you get… get pregnant...?” Steve croaked.

“I... dontcare I... dontcare I... dontcare” Alice gasped.

There was a grunt, a rapid quickening of thrusts, another animal cry, one massive final surge of his body followed by a scream from Alice...

And then he began to cum. Steve’s back hunched, his head was thrown back and his buttocks tightened as he began to ejaculate in my wife’s body. As the semen spurted into her vagina he let out a cry of ecstasy and triumph as his body went into spasm, ramming the last few millimetres of his cock into her and filling her with every last drop of his seed.

In our darkened room, Carmen’s eyes glowed as she watched her husband’s climax, her nipples hard and erect, her hand a blur on my cock, pumping it wildly until my own cloudy semen spurted from its near-purple head and sprayed over the front of my shirt seconds after her husband’s cock had emptied its own cargo onto my wife’s unprotected cervix.

There was a moment of stillness, broken only by the sound of heavy breathing. Carmen’s hand released my battered, softening cock and I fell back on the sofa, trying to take stock of all that had just happened.

“You can come in now...” It was Alice’s voice, still hoarse and dreamy. What? I froze, listening carefully.

“Come on out.” She said again. “I... I need you here with me now...” I looked at Carmen whose face was one huge smile of triumph.

“Go to your wife.” She said, her voice no longer a whisper. “She needs you after a fucking like that...”

I rose to my feet bewildered and crossed to the open door, my messy cock hanging uselessly between my naked legs, my shirt spattered with semen. I peered through into the lounge.

There, lying back on the sofa was my wife, her stocking-clad legs still splayed apart, her red swollen vulva presented towards me, her face and chest flushed bright pink. She looked exhausted but gestured for me to come closer.

I looked at Steve, sitting next to her, his arm around her shoulders. His legs were parted too and between them I could clearly see the dark red, still half erect cock that moments earlier had brought my wife to an orgasm the like of which I had never even imagined. His eyes were closed but I could tell he was well aware of my presence.

I slowly approached Alice’s naked, sticky body and looked at the woman I had been married to for so long. Her left arm rested on the cushion, her right on Steve’s left thigh and her long hair was spread out like a halo. She was breathing heavily as her body slowly cooled and calmed down.

My eyes were drawn inexorably to her groin where her pubic hair was matted semen and her own juices. Her outer lips were puffy and swollen, her inner lips dark red and protruding in a way I had never seen before.

“Did you enjoy it?” She asked, her voice unsteady.

“It was… unbelievable.” I replied, my heart pounding in my chest. “I’ve never been so aroused in my life!”

She chuckled and her eyes sparkled as she smiled at me. “I don’t think I have either.” Her eyes closed. “I’m soooo tired!”

Alongside her, Steve moved silently, removing his arm from around her before standing up quietly and unobtrusively behind the sofa. He turned and smiled at me, then shrugged his shoulders.

“Better leave you two together.” He said. “Carmen will want me now.” He stood up and crossed to the doorway. “If it’s ok with you, we’ll go to the spare room.” The door closed behind him.

I knelt on the floor in front of my wife’s spent body, my fingers stroking her flat, sticky tummy and inner thighs, toying with the fluids that congregated around her groin.

“You’re not… angry, are you?” She asked.

“Angry? No Darling. I’m sorry it took us so long...”

She smiled contentedly. “I hoped you wouldn’t be. I mean if you’d wanted us to stop, we would have. Steve agreed he would stop any time I gave the word.” I frowned, a little puzzled but she didn’t notice, carrying on. “But you didn’t stop us and... Oh my God, it was sooo good! Thank you sooo much. I love you!”

But now I had worked out what was puzzling me.

“You mean you knew all the time that I was watching you?”

“Of course! Carmen sent us a text when you were in place.”

“She sent you a text?”

“Yes. Oh please don’t spoil it all now by getting cross now. I didn’t want to deceive you but I didn’t think you’d agree to see Carmen and Steve again unless, well, you were introduced to the idea gradually and thought it was all your idea.”

She chuckled.

“It was quite fun really. All those meetings with Steve, knowing you were watching us flirting and fondling. Wondering how far we could take it before you stepped in and stopped us.” She smiled and stroked my arm lovingly. “But you were wonderful! You let us go all the way, right up to tonight and...” She threw herself back on the bed, arms open wide. “...and the best sex of my whole life…”

I was stunned. All the time I thought Carmen had been helping me persuade Alice to have sex with Steve, in fact she had been helping Alice persuade me to let her do exactly the same thing.

Carmen!

I realised I hadn’t noticed her since Alice’s had called for me after her shattering climax. I looked around the room but there was no sign of her. Suddenly I noticed a rhythmic knocking on the ceiling which had to be coming from the spare bedroom above.

“Total Conquest!” I whispered to myself as a soft moaning accompanied the knocking.

I felt a stirring in my groin. Clearly it had been long enough since my ejaculation at Carmen’s hands and my cock was firming again. Silently I knelt up between my wife’s still-spread thighs and, with a hand on each of her knees, pushed her legs apart. She resisted slightly then relaxed as I moved closer to her vulva, realising what I intended to do.

“Be gentle...” She asked softly. “I’m so sore!”

My lips touched her breasts and kissed them gently, first on their still-hard nipples, then on the fading marks that surrounded them. I kissed between her boobs then laid a trail of tiny kisses in a straight line down the her belly over her tummy button and towards the dark triangle below.

As my face came close to her vulva, the smell of recent sex grew stronger and stronger until I could taste the potent mix of juices which lay spattered over her groin. I looked up into Alice’s eyes then rose to my feet and leaned over her. Taking my weight on my left arm, my right guided the end of my rapidly-hardening cock towards her gaping, messy entrance.

Her lips parted easily and with a single smooth movement I slid my full length into her body making a rude, spattering sound as my entrance forced quantities of Steve’s semen back out.

“Sloppy Seconds for the Cuckold!”

Carmen’s words filled my mind as I began to thrust noisily and violently in and out of Alice’s well-used vagina, the wet slapping sound getting louder and louder as I increased my pace in time with the increasingly frantic thumping on the ceiling as, above us, Steve was obviously fucking Carmen hard.

Alice bit her lower lip and winced, presumably because of her soreness but I was beyond stopping. Driven by lust and rapidly losing control, I hammered into her messy passage faster and faster until with a toe-curling, back wrenching climax, I cried out loud and added my own semen to the pool within her belly.

She hadn’t come anywhere near to climax but this time, I didn’t care.

My own climax subsiding, I softened very quickly. My cock slipped from my wife’s stretched passage accompanied by a small stream of milky white fluid which puddled on the cushion beneath her buttocks. I carefully lifted myself off her limp body, kissed her on the forehead and knelt in front of her again, the room silent.

“Are you and Steve going to... make this a regular thing then?” I asked eventually.

“That’s down to whether he wants me.” She replied dreamily. “I’m not really in a position to refuse now...”

“Will I be allowed to... to watch” I ventured nervously.

“Of course!” She said, running her fingers through my hair. “That’s the whole point isn’t it?”

I stroked her sticky belly, imagining all the sperm swimming round inside her and wondering whether we would be lucky in avoiding pregnancy for a second time.

As if Alice could read my mind, she said.

“I suppose I’d better go back on the pill too...” Her voice was tired and a little woozy.

“Is he really that much bigger than me... and better than me?” I asked without malice.

“Oh God! Yes!” She sighed, then seeing my face laughed hollowly. “I’m sorry, but he is. Your cock is ok, without being special. You’ve seen what Steve’s is like and, whatever they say, size does make a difference.”

I had already guessed that the old saying wasn’t strictly true but hearing it made my chest ache.

“When we make love it’s warm and tender... “She continued. “But when Steve fucks me it’s... it’s... well, you’ve seen what it does to me. It’s like entering another world.”

Her voice was soft and dreamy now. “I really need some sleep...” Her eyes softly closed.

I went into the kitchen and returned with a handful of tissues. Carefully and lovingly I wiped the sticky remains of Steve’s and my semen from my wife’s sore vulva. I sniffed the soiled paper. Something within me told me that this was an aroma I would be getting used to.

“Thank you Darling... Thanks for everything!” She said dreamily and promptly fell asleep.

I slipped one arm under her shoulders, the other under her knees then lifted her slight body from the sofa and, though I was still naked from the waist down, carried her upstairs to our bedroom and laid her on the bed, unfastened her suspender belt, removed her high heels and carefully rolled her stockings off her long smooth legs.

She rolled onto her side, her sore red bottom towards me. I pulled the duvet over her before going downstairs to turn off the lights and lock the front door. I returned to our bed and slipped in at Alice’s side.

In the darkness, I lay listening to my wife’s slow, steady breathing while in the next room, Steve and Carmen’s ‘victory fuck’ came to a noisy conclusion. Ten minutes later I heard the front door closing as they left.

Total Conquest again! I thought, suspecting that there would be many more evenings like this.

I hoped there would.