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A husband becomes a cuckold

Just some things you should know now that you've found
out about us. I know that you were bothered about
losing Paula but now you know that won't happen.
Whatever has passed between her and me hasn't
drastically altered her feelings for you; both of you
have agreed that things will just be a little different
from now on. That you want to carry on with what you
have agreed says much about you Martin. Paula and I
have talked at length about the situation and now we
can tell you what you are going to do.

But first, let me tell you how we got to where we are
now. It started innocently enough, it always does.

It was the on-line charity auction in the office
intranet that did it. There were the usual stuff, cakes
baked to some special 'granny's' recipe, a mornings
housework, a genuine Indian meal prepared by building
services guy, free riding lesson and so on. We could
all bid on-line with an end-date in a week or so. It
was a bit dull I thought, so I offered a flight in a 2-
seat light-aircraft 'in the vicinity of your house';
the plane would be piloted by me, hired from a local
flying club. The auction really took off then (excuse
the pun); the bidding went up very quickly with some
staff bidding against each other several times. I
occasionally logged on to see the progress; one time
Paula's name popped up. I watched with added interest
then.

Somebody out-bid her and then another and then she bid
again. Three were left in it and an idea formed. The
flight was going to be photographed for the work
magazine and also for pictures on the website. I wanted
Paula to get the flight but I didn't want tons of
people around at the time; also, she'd likely be out-
bid and I didn't want to take either of the two guys
left in the race. So, calmly, I 'bumped' into her and
told her to stop bidding, I'd take her anyway. She was
delighted. 'When?', she asked. 'Anytime you like' I
said, 'a weekend is better; bring your husband to take
some pictures before we go'. She looked thoughtful for
a second. Then, 'Saturday'? 'It's a deal' I said, 'see
you at the local airfield at 9am. Wear trousers, lace-
up shoes and bring a jacket and sunglasses.

I was there at 8.30, plane ready and me waiting by it.
Her car entered the car-park at her usual rate (fast)
and I was pleased to se that she was alone. Great, no
husband! She got out of the car. When I said trousers,
I'd meant just that; I hadn't envisaged a pair of jeans
that looked as if they'd been sprayed on. Boy did she
look good; they fitted so closely, following every
contour of her legs and crotch; the outline of her
pussy lips clearly defined. I tried not to look (she
told me later that I'd failed miserably). 'No husband?
I enquired. 'No', she said, giving no further
explanation. I showed her around the aircraft and
helped her into the small cockpit. As I walked around
to the other side I noticed two pilot colleagues
watching; out of Paula's sight, I grinned at them and
silently mouthed, 'fuck off'. They waved back, 'Dirty,
filthy, lecherous, lucky bastard', one softly called. I
climbed in.

Getting her belted in was a nice experience as I
adjusted the straps; she made it comfortable over her
breasts. I glanced briefly at them; lovely. I fired up
the engine, went through all the safety checks,
explaining what I was doing as I did so. She looked
lovely with the headset on and sunglasses. I called the
tower and taxied around to the runway. I checked that
she still wanted to go and she said she most certainly
did.

I radioed the tower and said I was ready for departure.
I received clearance and entered the runway. With a
glance at Paula I gave it full power and we tore down
the runway, lifting off quite soon. A quick glance
indicated that Paula was OK, she was grinning from ear
to ear. I turned at 1000 feet and headed for the Welsh
hills. Paula was entranced at the wildness and the
view; it was a perfect day. She wore the expression of
an excited child as we levelled at 4000 feet and
cruised around as I pointed out things on the ground,
an ancient castle, a stone circle and a hot-air balloon
which we circled at a safe distance. The crew waved and
Paula waved back.

I asked her if she was enjoying it. She put her hand on
my arm and said she was; she left her hand there for
some times and then, just so naturally, dropped it to
my upper leg and gently moved her hand back and forth.
Bloody difficult flying with a hard-on I tell you. I
headed back to the field and gave her the controls;
nervous at first she later relaxed and I got her to
turn it and hold it level and in a straight line. I
took over again as we neared the airfield and she put
her hand lightly back on my leg; she was apprehensive
as I approached for landing as she said the runway
looked too small; 'It's OK', I said, 'it gets bigger
the nearer you are'.

She giggled 'So I see'. I frowned and then realised. My
hard-on was evident. I blushed and then moved her hand;
'I need to concentrate on this bit' I said. I called
the airfield and in turn was cleared to land. She went
quiet as we approached and then just said 'Wow' as we
touched down. I taxied to the club and shut the plane
down. I showed her how to undo the safety harness by
undoing mine. She undid hers and in one movement leaned
over and kissed be full on the mouth. 'Thank you', she
said, 'that was the most marvellous experience' I
looked at her in wonderment and said nothing; I was
dumbstruck.

I opened the door and got out, went round and opened
her door and helped her out. The two guys who had
watched us go were waiting already; they'd been
listening on the radio and heard me call on the way in.
One of them, one of those good looking bastards that
all us men hate said, 'Do I get a kiss like that if I
take you flying?' Paula stopped, looked him straight in
the eye, 'No', she said, and walked on. I grinned at
his disappointment and said nothing. Back at her car, I
asked if she'd like a drink before going home. 'I
thought you'd never ask', she said, 'I'll follow you in
my car'.

I drove to a riverside pub and we had a lovely hour
which passed all too quickly. As we left the pub
garden, she suggested a short walk along the river
bank; there was an obvious path so we followed it,
talking about the flight as we walked. I can't remember
what I said exactly, but it prompted Paula to turn
round and dig me in the ribs. I caught her wrist, she
turned towards me and we went straight into a full
blown kiss. She kisses so well as you know. I was
staggered at the intensity of it, her tongue in my
mouth and her body pressed against mine. I rapidly
became hard which she must have felt as she gave a
short gasp as we kissed. I felt her gently, but quite
deliberately, press her pubis into me. There was only
one place this was going from here Martin.

We broke apart and looked at each other. We didn't say
anything, just turned around and walked back to my car,
hand in hand. When she got into her car, I asked her if
we could get some time together. From our
conversations, she knew that I often went out for a day
on my own at weekends or that my wife regularly visited
her mother, sometimes staying overnight. I also knew
that you sometimes travelled with your work. She said
she'd think about it; I thought then that she was
having second thoughts already so didn't push things. I
was a surprise therefore the following Monday, that she
said that she was taking the Wednesday off and that you
were going away that day and would be away
overnight�.and could we meet? Would I like to call
round for coffee around lunch-time? Yes to both I said.

I'll never forget that Wednesday afternoon in your bed
Martin. We never got around to the coffee. At first we
fucked like it was going out of fashion, later we made
love and talked.

I boldly drew up my car into your drive: when I got
out, I took my briefcase with me, looking like some
respectable business man come to talk insurance or
whatever. Paula opened the door before I reached it and
I entered your house. I turned around as she shut the
door and dropped the latch; she looked stunning Martin.
She'd put up her hair and had on a low-cut top just
showing the swell of her breasts. What took my breath
away however was the skirt she was wearing: it was
impossibly short but she wore it so well and moved no
naturally, so sure was she about herself.

I went through into the sitting room, I didn't sit,
just stood there looking at her. She asked me if I'd
like coffee and I slowly shook my head as I looked into
her eyes. 'Good', she said and moved towards me and
kissed me full on the mouth. It wasn't me that started
the running Martin, it was your wife. She pressed
against me as she kissed me; pulling away she took my
hand, turned and walked me into the hall and to the
foot of your stairs.

I was shaking either through excitement or nervousness,
I don't know. She took the first step and I followed
her up, my eyes on her incredible legs and bottom
moving under her skirt. At the top of the stairs she
turned left and led me into your bedroom. The room was
bathed in sunlight filtering through the already drawn
curtains; the thin duvet was pulled back over the
sheets that you had vacated earlier that morning. Your
wife turned around to face me, 'I haven't done this
before,' she said, and went to say more but I put the
tip of my finger to her lips to silence her. I didn't
want her going all guilty on me right now.

She paused, opened her mouth slightly, sucked in my
finger and gently nipped it between her teeth. I moved
towards her and went straight for her mouth, she let go
of my finger a fraction before our lips met; we kissed
without any finesse, hard with searching tongues, teeth
on lips and grinding into each other. I roughly pulled
off the clip holding her hair up and it fell free
around her face. It was wild, raw passion Martin.

We broke apart and your wife stepped back; as she
looked me straight in the eyes, she crossed her arms as
she gripped the hem of her top and in one fluid
movement pulled it over her head. I was staggered, she
stood looking at me as I looked back at Paula, her
breasts free and wearing just that short skirt. She is
beautiful Martin, you and I are both lucky men (and so
are a couple of others before she married you she since
told me). I pulled my shirt over my head and we
embraced and kissed again as she undid the belt of my
trousers; I pulled away, kicked off my shoes and pulled
my trousers off, taking my socks with them.

I stood there in my tight briefs with a seemingly huge
erection and precum leaking through. Your wife gazed at
my evident arousal; as she did so, she undid the clasp
at the side of her skirt, let it fall to the floor and
stepped out of it. I looked at her in awe. Naked, her
figure is perfect; she wore the briefest of thongs, the
deep claret coloured one you bought for her, the
triangular front piece evidently wet.

She moved backwards to the edge of your bed and sat
down, pulled herself fully onto it and then lifting
herself slightly, pulled down her thong and lifted her
legs as she drew it off. She lay back fully and
slightly parted her legs to expose the most perfect
slit surrounded by neatly trimmed hair. Still standing,
I pulled off my briefs and my hard cock sprang clear.
Paula looked at it and then me; I moved to the bed and
went to lie beside her but she pulled me on top of her.
Then all hell broke loose. We kissed, bit sucked at
each other her breasts were hard on by chest and she
went mad when I kissed them, gasped when I sucked them
and wild when I gently nipped each nipple in turn
between my lips.

Her hand went down and grasped my solid prick (cock was
too polite a term for this great leaking shaft) as I
felt down to her slit; it is lovely and with smooth
edges, as you know Martin, when I thrust a finger
inside it was like opening a floodgate. Love juice
poured from her; I went to go down on her but she
grabbed my hair. 'Please', she whispered, 'just fuck me
David, please'. I needed no further bidding Martin; as
I moved to enter her she grabbed my prick and slid
herself onto it in great haste.

I followed with a thrust and she gasped, so loudly I
thought I'd hurt her and went to withdraw. 'It's all
right' she breathed, 'keep going'. And we did Martin,
we fucked, there is no other word for it. Your wife met
every thrust of mine, she grunted at each thrust,
digging her nails into my back, biting my lip,
repeating over and over again, 'fuck, fuck, fuck�' At
one point her flailing arms knocked a photo frame off
the table next to your side of the bed. It landed face
up on the bed and I had the odd experience of fucking
your wife whilst looking of a picture of you and her on
your wedding day. Bizarre!

I couldn't keep this pace for long; I tried to stop for
a while but she kept saying 'No' every time I slowed;
eventually my control fell away and I knew I was going
to cum very soon. I lunged deeper and fiercely into her
and she started to raise her voice as she repeated over
and over again, 'Harder, harder, harder�.'; I put my
hand over here mouth as I began to cum. I rammed my
prick into her as hard and as deep as I could, she bit
my hand and groaned. I came what felt for ages; it felt
that good it almost hurt. I felt it rush through my
prick and release into her. From walking into your
house to now must have taken place over less than
fifteen minutes. Your wife is a marvellous fuck Martin.

My erection faded away after a while and I relaxed and
started to breathe more regularly. I looked down on her
face, her lips were swollen from rough kissing and I
noticed her eyes were moist. I went to speak but she
said, 'Don't say anything' and the words died on my
lips. As we lay quietly, my cock softened and started
to move out of her: as it did so she gripped it with
her vaginal muscles, a great feeling which I thought
only my wife could do. I smiled down at her and
withdrew my softened cock and moved down her body.
'Where are you going'? she asked; 'I have some
unfinished business to attend to', I said softly and
carried on down, kissing and sucking her breasts on the
way down. She half-heartedly gripped my hair and softly
said 'No', but it had no conviction so I carried on
down with my tongue.

As I approached her now swollen lips she raised her
hips slightly, offering up her lovely slit, now half
open. A wonderful musky scent arose from her, a mixture
of her natural womanhood, her love juices and my cum;
it was wonderful. I found her slit with my tongue and
moved up to her slightly hidden clitoris. When I
tickled it lightly with my tongue, she sighed and
pushed herself into my face; I drew back slightly and
moved down, she lowered her hips to maintain contact
with my tongue and I kept going down until her gorgeous
arse was back on the bed. Your bed sheet was soaked.

I kept up the stimulation of her clitoris, listening
for signs of her enjoyment, they came soon enough, and
to my eternal delight, so did she. And boy, did she let
me know it was coming. First a great sigh, followed by
a 'Fucking hell', then a rush of fluid, a deep moan and
then an almighty shudder and a flood of liquid filled
my mouth. She grabbed my hand and pushed it down,
'fingers', I heard her say, 'fingers', she said again.
I thrust two fingers roughly inside her and she clamped
down on them instantly.

I vigorously moved them inside her as she thrust
herself onto them and thrashed around as each wave
moved through her. Eventually she quietened down and I
stopped moving my fingers. When she was still I gently
removed my fingers; as I did so, she opened her eyes
and looked at me hazily. She told me that was the first
time it had happened to her for over two years. By my
reckoning, that meant that you hadn't given her an
orgasm since you married her Martin. Also, over two
years ago meant that somebody had before you married
her, when you knew her. I said nothing.

We lay together for a while, saying nothing, she with
her head on my shoulder, occasionally drifting off and
coming back again. I looked down on her beautiful face
and thought what a lucky man I was that afternoon. I
leant over and kissed her softly and she stirred and
opened her mouth and pushed her tongue into mine. I
returned her kiss and then moved to her neck (she likes
that doesn't she Martin?) and then her breasts. She
started to react and, to my surprise, so did I. We made
love then in the true sense of the term. We smiled, we
moved together, talked, laughed and all the time me
moving in and out of your wife. She told me I was
wonderful, a great lover, marvellous to be in bed with
and how much she loved my 'huge prick' she called it.

This surprised me somewhat as I don't consider my self
huge: my wife says my cock is lovely and thick, but not
huge. Anyway, it did my ego a world of good. Fancy
bedding a beautiful and passionate woman and being told
your prick is huge as you make love with her! We went
on for quite some time, stopping if I threatened to
cum.

After what seemed like a great while, I felt that my
balls were going to explode. I stepped up the pace and
when I didn't slow down I saw in her face that she knew
I was going to cum soon. As I drove more forcefully
into her she began to meet my thrusts. As I began to
cum, she looked me in the eyes and simply said. 'Fill
me with your cum David'. I needed no second bidding
Martin, ramming deeply into your wife and staying deep
as I emptied into her.

After some minutes I moved from her and lay beside her.
She curled up beside me and told me again what a good
lover I was. She went silent for a while and then
saying that she didn't want to say too much out of
loyalty to you (strange that, after what we had just
been doing) but wanted to say something. It was then
she told me about you and your hang-up over your small
penis; she said there were other things as well which
she didn't want to go into. Evidently your penis is
'small' whatever 'small' means; being a man I just had
to ask 'in comparison to mine for example'.

She held up her hand with thumb a finger about three
inches apart. In response, I pulled the duvet back and
pointed out that was about the same as my now flaccid
penis. She then said that that is the size of your
penis when hard. That explains the flattering comments
about my size, I thought. I made a crude comment about
it's not the size that matters but what you do with it,
which I instantly regretted as a look of pain flashed
across her face. She said she didn't have a hang-up
about it, but you most definitely do Martin. She says
it sometimes borders on an obsession and seldom does a
day go by without you mentioning it.

I wanted to ask (pry) as to how sex was with you Martin
but I didn't have the nerve. You are getting into bed
every night with a woman who has the looks most women
would kill for. It couldn't be a matter of not wanting
you, and you clearly do get hard but not hugely so. Why
is she telling me this I asked myself? I listened for a
while and have to say got a voyeurs thrill out of
hearing the intimate details of your love life. As we
lay there talking about your penis, your wife started
to stroke mine which felt good. My cock stirred,
becoming full but not hard. It felt good and I relaxed,
enjoying the feeling.

Paula said she felt better for talking and I wondered
if she'd off-loaded some guilt. We lay there, her
stroking my full cock and me running my fingers through
her hair. Almost imperceptibly she stirred and kissed
my shoulder and then down to my nipples; how did she
know I liked that? She still had hold of my cock as she
sucked them and tickled them with her tongue.
Effortlessly, she moved down and in one fluid movement
sucked my cock into her warm mouth. I was stunned at
the way in which she did it, that she did it at all,
and that my cock sprang into life for the third time
that afternoon.

She slowly sucked my cock to a respectable erection;
she ran her tongue along its underneath and scratched
it lightly with her teeth, which I found a real turn-
on. Every now and then she plunged her mouth all the
way down several times. It is a wonderful feeling as
you know. She kept this going for several minutes and I
felt myself approaching the edge; I just said her name,
to warn her of my cumming, but she ignored it and kept
going. My prick exploded, the first jet of cum went
over the side of her face and into her hair; she deftly
plunged her mouth fully over my prick. It has been my
most intense cum ever Martin; I thought it wouldn't
stop, I almost felt faint as my heart raced. It was
absolutely wonderful.

When I quietened down she drew my cock from her mouth
and moved up towards me. I sensed what she was going to
do and I wasn't wrong; she kissed me full on the mouth,
pushing my lips apart with her tongue, allowing a flood
of my cum from her mouth into mine. We kissed
passionately passing my cum between us, making our lips
slippery; I licked it from her face and passed it to
her. She said what wonderful tasting cum I had.

After a while we lay together and talked about not
much. I said that I should go. Paula asked if we could
be like this again soon. I was delighted and said we
most certainly could. She suggested that sometimes I
could come to your house and use your bed. I suggested
that with the regular work journeys I did and the team-
building events that the company felt it had to do from
time to time, that we could both get away on the
pretext of such an event. You never questioned them and
neither did my wife. If we were discreet at work we
felt secure that nobody would think anything untoward,
for the obvious reason I'll tell you in a moment.

Before I went to go, she offered me a shower, knowing
it would be difficult to go home with my thighs and
pubic hair plastered in her love juices and my cum. So
we showered (not keen on your choice of shower-gel by
the way Martin, and neither is Paula, you'll need to
change it for us). As we dried each other, she said
that she'd love to bed me straight after I'd been with
my wife. I was dumbstruck by this, and even more
dumbstruck by my reply; 'I'd like to be with you soon
after you've been bedded by Martin' I said. 'I can try'
she said, and that was all.

I dressed and we kissed good-bye. I left your house
with my briefcase looking like a typical business man.
She waved me good-bye and shut the door as I reversed
into the road. On the way home I pulled into one of
those car parks by a viewpoint which are quite common
around the area, I wanted time to compose myself before
walking through my own door and seeing my wife. I
couldn't believe my luck Martin, to have had such a
wonderful time with a beautiful woman who clearly
wanted me when she could have chosen anyone she
wanted... and a woman who is twenty years younger than
me at that.

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