1. My Wife Marcia? Part Three


    Date: 9/23/2017, Categories: Cuckold, Author: NickSpencer, Rating: 20, Source: LushStories

    The silence was deafening and the world stood still. I managed to get rid of my dishevelled appearance and glided over to the master bedroom. Marcia’s jaw hung low as I came into sight. Her brain had short-circuited, rendering her speechless. Lucas stood beside her nervously tugging on his beard. I was in the middle of a powerful rush of adrenaline as Maxine continued to call out. “You can leave without me , Maxine,” I shouted downstairs. “Are you sure?” she replied. “I have this under control, I will call you later,” I insisted. “Hope everything works out. Remember, you don’t deserve this,” she advised. “Who the fuck is that?” Marcia demanded to know. She flung herself off the bed and rushed by me as I ran down the stairs behind her. Marcia squared off in front of Maxine like a mad woman. Maxine responded, her nostrils flaring as the two women came face to face. Expletives flew like missiles! “Do I know you, slut?” Marcia screamed at Maxine “Oh Richard, you sure know how to pick your ladies,” she bellowed in my direction. “You have some nerve, you fucking slut,” Maxine clapped back. Like a volcano Marcia erupted, jumping on top of Maxine as the two women crashed to the floor. Uppercuts were exchanged. Tugging, scratching and clawing, they went at it. I Managed to yank Marcia off of Maxine. She slipped through my hands like an eel. They rolled around like pigs in mud. Maxine found the upper hand this time, her hands closed into fists as she pounced like a cheetah. Lucas ...
    had now joined in and we attempted to separate the women. He grabbed Marcia and I managed to get hold of Maxine. A flurry of kicks were exchanged as we tugged the women in different directions. “Get the fuck out!” Marcia demanded, snarling at Maxine. I looked Maxine in the eye, attempting to reason with her. She huffed and puffed, trying to control the anger that had taken hold of her. Maxine reluctantly nodded, and back peddled towards to door, flipping Marcia the bird. The door slammed shut a few seconds later. Before I could even turn around, Lucas began to bloviate. His words were like water on a duck’s back. I watched as his wide lips moved up and down. Sweat trickled down his brow as he continued on. “Get the fuck out!” I interjected. His legs went into motion and he quickly found the front door. The sound of the door opening and shutting soon followed. My focus was once again on my deceitful wife. She sat on the living room floor chuckling. Her actions further astonished me. “I know how his must look to you, Richard,” she began to speak. “ My mind is filled with a lot of things I wish I can explain, but somehow I don’t feel you’re interested,” she said. “You don’t appear so innocent yourself,” she babbled. “Go ahead! Let me hear this bullshit,” I barked. She got up and walked out of the living room, stating that she needed a hot cup of tea. The veins on my forehead pulsated as I followed her into the kitchen. I pulled a chair out from the dining table and took a seat. ...
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