1. Journey into Cuckoldry - Legs Eleven


    Date: 4/30/2016, Categories: Cuckold, Author: JennyGently, Rating: 19, Source: LushStories

    torment me this time. Or maybe tonight it was Gary who would feel the full force of her scheming. “How’s Gary taking it?” I asked. “He’s nervous as hell. Doesn’t know whether to attack Steve, run away and hide, follow them and masturbate or try and seduce me in revenge. He’s in the kitchen making some extra coffee. No one wants any but it’s keeping him occupied. If all else fails I’ll have to get a bit more... intimate with him” The feeling was very familiar to me and was in a strange way part of the agonising pleasure of cuckoldry. I had felt it many times; indeed was feeling it now to a lesser extent. The memory of how I had fingered Carmen in our car that first night washed over me, followed quickly by vivid images of the look, smell and taste of her vulva that night in Spain when I had brought her to orgasm with my mouth. Carmen obviously had similar memories because she gripped my arm tightly and whispered. “He’s not going to get as far as you did, Mister Cuckold. Not while I’m pregnant anyway. I’m a one-man girl, remember?” At that moment, the man in question joined us on the patio with a tray of coffees. I noticed his hands were shaking a little as he poured out three large strong cups. Carmen must have noticed too because she made rather a fuss of him, praising his coffee-making skills, his physique and choice of clothes. I thought she was a bit over the top, but Gary responded well, probably pleased to have anything distract him from what might be happening in the ...
    darkness of the garden. Apparently satisfied with her efforts, Carmen then excused herself to go and ‘make things nice for them’ leaving we two cuckolds together on the patio in silence. “Is this the worst part for you too?” Gary eventually asked anxiously. “Sometimes it’s the most exciting part,” I replied after a moment’s thought, “especially when you don’t know if it’s going to happen or not.” He snorted. “I don’t think there’s any doubt tonight, do you?” “Perhaps not. But we don’t know where or how, or even who for certain,” I said with some enthusiasm. “We know who it won’t be though,” he grunted. “Don’t you ever get jealous?” “All the time,” I answered honestly, taking a long slow sip of my coffee, “but that’s all part of the thrill.” “I suppose so...” he replied but there was still uncertainty in his voice. There was movement to our right and two silhouettes emerged from the darkness. Gary spun round nervously, his nerves on fire but then seemed to relax a little when the powerful, triangular shape of Mitch became visible along with Alice in her distinctive short, white dress. They were holding hands, their bodies so close together that they kept rubbing against each other as they strolled towards us. They looked a beautiful couple; although my wife was more than a decade older than her soon-to-be lover, her slim, svelte figure easily matched his athletic form in both grace and movement as they stepped onto the patio. To my amusement, Mitch couldn’t look me in the eye as ...
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