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Beginnings and Developments
I started dating my wife Jackie when we were both sixteen and married her two years later. On our silver wedding anniversary, both friends and relatives told us that we were made for each other and they were not wrong. We really were made for each other, but it was not just for the obvious reasons. There is another reason and had they but known, it would come as a bombshell to these friends and relatives of ours. You see my wife is a cock-slut. She adores being on the end of someone’s dick and, unusually for a woman, has this ability to be able to differentiate between sex and love. As for me, I am her more than willing cuckold. It was not always like that of course. When I first met Jackie I could never have imagined such a scenario. Now, with the benefit of hindsight, I can see that there were a good number of indicators in those early days. There was no doubting that she was far more sexually experienced than I was. She always wore stockings and provocative undies and this rule applied even when she had her jeans on! She always responded positively when I was up for sex and there were even times when she initiated it herself. And it was pretty much a foregone conclusion that if we had a half hour together we would end up having sex. She was a sexy girl all right and I wasn’t her first lover by a long way.
She probably had it off with at least two or three previous boyfriends but the one who sticks in my mind above all the others was a guy called Jim. He was nearly four years older than her and was certainly far more worldly-wise. However discretion was not his strong point because when he was going out with her he made it common knowledge that he was shafting her. I did not know Jackie very well at that time but I can clearly recall thinking he was a lucky sod to be having sex with such an attractive girl.
It is a long story but they broke up and after a few months she started going out with me. I felt really proud when we went out and she was on my arm. Nevertheless I did not have exclusive rights to her company and she sometimes went out with her best friend who happened to dating one of Jim’s friends. The two girls were out one night when they bumped into the boyfriend who was accompanied by Jim. I will never know whether this was a chance encounter or not, but the fact is they had a few more drinks and then all four went back to her friend’s house. The girl’s parents were away on holiday so the house was empty. I never found out what actually happened but what I do know is that I chanced to pass by the friend’s house the following morning and saw Jim’s car parked outside! I am pretty convinced that Jim and his friend spent the night in the house. And knowing Jackie as I did, I would have been amazed if she had not shared her bed with him. Although it was a sickening blow, I decided not to tackle her about it for fear that I might end up losing her. But the really strange thing was that upset as I was, I was fascinated by what the two of them might have got up that night. Of course my main fear was that I would lose Jackie to her ex-boyfriend but when it became obvious that this was increasingly unlikely, so my fascination increased.
This was not the only time I suspected her of cheating on me. She worked in a bar on odd occasions and I later found out that the bar manager prided himself on shagging every single girl who ever worked there. I was working late one night and by coincidence she had been asked if she could work in the bar that same evening. I finished earlier than anticipated and decided to go the bar and surprise her. Well I certainly surprised her, but not in the way I had anticipated! I actually caught her coming out of a backroom with this bar manager. I could tell by her demeanour that she had been up to no good. And then later that night she acted totally out of character and told me she wanted to go straight home. I subsequently wondered if that was because the evidence of her cheating on me was still in her ever hungry pussy. She settled down after this encounter and we got engaged a year or so later. I never had cause to doubt her after this and we had a wonderful wedding. With the passing of time the negative memories of her disloyalty faded whereas the imagined ones of her being on the job with the two other men remained gloriously vivid.
Sexy good looking and no more than twenty years of age, it was no surprise that she continued to attract much male attention. Sometimes she would encourage a man by openly flirting with him. But even though I found the thought of her having sex with another man strangely arousing I still entertained doubts and insecurities. When I let on my concern she laughed it off, reassuring me that she was only flirting and that she would never do anything that might jeopardise our marriage. When we were later in bed we would fantasise about what could have happened had I not been with her. These fantasies were incredibly arousing and, if truth be known fuelled her desire for it to actually happen. I am not saying that I did not want it to happen, but I was mindful of my negative reaction when she had been with the other men. But I also remembered that there had been any number of sexual highs. I had not been able to share them with her for obvious reasons but I sensed that if she were to stray now I would be very much involved. I was still apprehensive but the arousal at the thought was so overpowering that I deliberately tried to suppress my negative feelings. In fact I did all I could to encourage her, and got her to read porn mags, especially ones with stories and articles about wives and girlfriends having sex with other men.
Anyway one Saturday night the two of us decided to go out for a few drinks. Although we did not intend to be out for long or to visit any clubs, she was still dressed to excite in a low cut bra, a revealing blouse and a skirt with a side split which allowed glimpses of the tops of her stockings. Strappy high heels complemented her ensemble. In the first bar I noticed a couple of guys having a good look and I mentioned this to her. It was evident that this she liked the attention, so much so, that she even allowed her stocking tops to be on view as we sat near the bar. We then moved on to another bar and she saw a guy, Greg who had been dancing with her a few weeks earlier when she had gone out with some girl friends. He was with a group of student types and appeared reluctant to come over and say hello, although that may have been because she was with me. However he briefly smiled to acknowledge her presence and Jackie returned the compliment. She and I sat down at a table and whilst I had my back to him she could see him and she informed me that he was constantly glancing across to her.
She had told me about this particular evening when she returned home. She had volunteered that she had enjoyed flirting with him and also the subsequent lengthy kissing session. Nothing else had happened because she was out with her friends. Nevertheless it had been a big turn on for me when she later told me about this once we were in bed. There was the distinctive sound of chairs being moved and I turned round to see that Greg and his group were now leaving. However to my surprise he was standing alone at the bar when I got up to get us another drink. I made some small talk with him and asked him where his friends had gone. It transpired that they were off to a party, but that he would not be joining them as his ex-girlfriend would be there. My heart was pounding as I offered to buy him a drink and invited him to join the two of us. He accepted the drink and we went back to our table. Jackie’s face was a picture when she first saw him with me, a look of initial surprise which was immediately followed by a delighted smile. I put my drink down where I had been sitting, so that he had to take the chair alongside my wife, the side where her skirt was split to reveal her stocking top.
The next hour or so was spent chatting about life, relationships and other generalities. I tried not to let him be aware that I could see him constantly glancing at her legs. Fully aware of the effect it was having on Greg she allowed her skirt to ride a little higher. I must admit that I did feel a bit jealous especially as I was well aware that she liked him. Nevertheless it was a major turn-on for me, as my wife knew only too well. It was Greg who suggested that we walk to another bar a couple of streets away which might be livelier and where there would be music. We managed to find an unoccupied wooden stool by a mirrored wall and my wife perched on it. It was quite high and even though her skirt was not that short and the lighting was rather subdued I could still discern the white flesh of her thighs above her stockings. Greg was yet to enjoy the view, having gone immediately to the bar to get another round.
We could see there was quite a queue at the bar so we had a few minutes to talk to each other. It was evident that Jackie she liked the attention she was getting and I was certainly enjoying her flirting with him. There is never any plan that can be followed in such situations, so we agreed that we would just see how it developed.
There were other nice women around and hers were not the only nice legs on show but the difference was that this was my wife and she was displaying them for the benefit of Greg. It was very arousing to see him looking her when he was chatting to us. As the music was getting quite loud he would sometimes have to talk in her ear so I could not hear what he said. By now it was my turn to get the round in and I accordingly went to the bar. I decided to take my time so as to give them a chance to talk to each other. I had no sooner returned, than they went off to have a dance. The small dance floor was on the other side of the room to where we were and given the crowd there was no way I was able to watch them.
They had a few dances and when they finally returned I got the chance to have one with her. She told me that Greg had been feeling her tits when I was at the bar. He had touched them through her blouse, and told her that they were nice. She had pushed herself against his hand so as to let him know she was not averse to his fondling. My cock was straining in my pants as she related this to me. I told her that if she wanted, I would pretend to go off to the loo and would stay out of their way for as long as I could so that Greg would have some further time with her on her own. She said that that would be very nice of me. She also told me that she was very turned on by the evening’s events and thus less able to resist him. This was exactly what I wanted to hear but I still had no idea how far I wanted her to go. When I did finally return they were sitting very close together. I did not catch him touching her but it later transpired that he had been fingering her pussy. To Jackie’s frustration he had stopped when he had mistaken me for someone else and before he could start again I had appeared! She subsequently admitted that she was so close to an orgasm at that particular moment she was actually very disappointed that I had come back.
There was less than half an hour to last orders when Greg decided that he would go on to that party after all. I indicated that we were calling it a day and would be heading for home. We all left the bar together and I was still trying to think how I could leave my wife with him even if only for a few minutes. However my wife had already anticipated the problem and had got something planned! She informed me that she had left her little jacket in the bar and asked if I would go back and get it for her. I cottoned on at once and agreed to do so telling her that I would meet her at the fast food place just along the street. I said goodbye to Greg and that I hoped we would see him again. He replied that it might happen sooner than I expected because he would wait with my wife as by now there were a number of people milling around. I went off to get the jacket and sure enough it was on the floor by the stool where she had been sitting. The bar had not closed yet so I got a drink and waited. It is hard to describe my feelings at that moment. There was a thrilling sense of anticipation running through me as I wondered what the two of them might be doing, but there was also a degree of anxiety. Was this a sensible thing to be doing? If so, why did I feel jealous of him? If not, why was I so excited?
I think it must have been a good half an hour by the time I left the by now closed bar. There was still quite a large crowd on the street as I made my way to the fast food place where I joined the queue. I was not looking for them because I guessed they would find me when they wanted to. Sure enough, some ten minutes or so later, when I was just inside the doorway Greg tapped my shoulder and said they have been looking for me. He immediately took the jacket from me as I followed him outside. Jackie was standing there but had turned away from me as he helped her on with it. Having done his gentlemanly deed, Greg said his goodbyes and was off in a trice. Jackie did not really want any food; neither did I for that matter; and she suggested we go home. However she started walking away from the area where we usually get a taxi. Once away from the crowds of people she turned into an alley between some tall buildings. She kissed me and then volunteered that this was the exact spot where she has just been dallying with Greg. Whilst apologising for being away so long, she was unzipping my trousers to grasp my steel hard cock. Naturally enough I slipped my hand under her jacket to feel her tits and was immediately aware that her blouse was wet. She told me that it was his spunk. She had been sucking his cock and then he had come all over her face and blouse. Now I realised why Greg was in such a rush to give her the jacket! He clearly did not want me to see the tell-tale cum marks. I lifted her skirt and insinuating my hand inside her filmy panties, I slipped my finger inside her opening. Judging by her copious lubrication, she was very excited. But then so was I, especially in the knowledge that she had just been sucking him. I was kissing her with real passion; my tongue pushing hard into her mouth. I could not detect his cum, and had she not said anything I would never have known what she’d done. But it was enough to know that my tongue was where his cock had been but a short while before. The next moment Jackie had spunk on her skirt to match that already on her blouse. This time it was my semen and there was a lot of it too! My finger had been busy in the interim and I had no sooner finished ejaculating than she reached her own orgasm. She made an effort to stifle her groans but they still seemed loud in the dark alley. A short while later, after we made ourselves respectable, we stepped out into the street. It was only in the orange neon glow that I saw the results of my excitement. I quickly dabbed the evidence from her skirt and we made our way back to the taxi rank.
It was when we were safely tucked up into bed that she related what had happened after I was sent back to fetch her coat. Greg had pulled her into a doorway to kiss her. While kissing her he held her hand and guided it to his erection. He was pleasantly surprised to find that she was not in the least bit reluctant to stroke it but was utterly astounded when she offered to relieve him of his sexual tension! He then led her to the alley and began to fondle and kiss her. He was absolutely delighted when, without any prompting whatsoever, she reached down to unzip him and eased out his rigid erection. He was sure that she was going to let him fuck her and was understandably disappointed when she made it clear that such a thing was out of the question. She told him that she was prepared to wank him off but then her own natural enthusiasm came to the fore and she squatted down in order to take the mushroom shaped crown of his throbbing cock in her mouth. She sucked on it while gently stroking the base of the shaft and it was no surprise that he responded so readily to her ministrations. She had just released him for a short while so as to give her jaw a rest when he started to come. The first spurt caught her on her chin but she instinctively steered him away from her face with the result that the remaining five or six strands of cum landed on her upper throat and then her blouse. Being sexually satisfied himself, her ‘gallant’ did not ensure that she was in a similar situation and seemed to be in a hurry to get back to the fast food place where we had agreed to meet. As it happens this was to my immediate benefit but he was not to know that at the time.
I did not want Jackie feeling guilty and I made a point of telling her that I was captivated by what she had done that night. Naturally enough we also spoke about what she had not done; and I did my utmost to convince her that I would have been overjoyed had she gone the whole way with him. They may not have been my exact words but they do convey the sentiment. However, if I am perfectly honest, I still entertained some doubts. Nevertheless we had the most fantastic sex in the days and weeks that followed. But even when we were not having sex I would find myself getting aroused at the slightest thing. For example I only had to watch her putting on her lipstick to imagine those same lips clamped around Greg’s dick. Seeing her prancing around in her stockings reminded me of the way she had been perched on that stool and flaunted herself in front of him. But it even happened when I was at work. The memory of what she had got up to would suddenly come unbidden to my mind. Many is the time that I had to slip into the toilets and have an essential wank. We constantly talked about it when we were in bed and it was still such a mutual turn-on that we both knew there would have to be a next time. I also understood what ‘a next time’ really meant; that another man’s cock would penetrate her tight married cunt and fuck her. She was on the pill so there was the distinct possibility that she would come home filled with cum. The only uncertain element about the situation was the lucky man’s identity! And whereas I previously had regular mental images of her with Greg, I now saw an anonymous man between her open thighs rutting her with abandon. And looking over his shoulder I could see the features of her pretty face, contorted in her sexual ecstasy.
There were some possible candidates. Jackie would have been delighted to fuck one or two of our friends but we decided that getting involved with people close to us was not such a good idea. So we continued to go out socialising. However she did not see anyone she took a shine to, or if she did they invariably had partners with them, and so were off-limits as far as flirting was concerned. It seemed destined to remain an unrealised fantasy when out of the blue we attended a leaving party for one of the managers at Jackie’s workplace.
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Submitted by: Slippy