Cuckolding my HusbandbyKatieBreckenridge©
Or, what if Greg has a drink and never makes a move? That would be most disappointing, to say the least. It would also be devastating, emotionally, and probably land me in therapy.
I love my husband, and having gone this far, I realized the only way out of this mess was to go through with it. I tried to comfort myself by reviewing the thousand times I'd given Jeff a chance to put on the brakes with this whole cuckolding thing.
When the elevator door opened, I started. I came out of my reverie and realized that we were standing still in the hallway. Greg was waiting for me to lead him to my room, since he didn't know where it was.
I smiled up at him and walked slowly down the hall toward my door.
I nervously fumbled for the key. The door opened and closed. We were inside. Together.
I was in a hotel room with a handsome man who was not my husband. How awkward for both of us.
After a moment of standing there, looking blankly at Greg, and feeling like a fool, I said something.
"How about that drink?" Oh, God, I think that was from a movie or something.
"Sure, that would be great," said Greg, still as a fence post.
I went to the bar and got two of those little bottles of vodka and a can of orange juice. I made two screwdrivers. That is the upper limit of my ability as a bar tender, since I seldom drink cocktails and have no knowledge of how to make 'sex on the beach', or a 'slippery nipple'.
Pathetic, I know.
Greg was very much a gentleman, taking his drink happily and pretending I had done a good job.
I decided to take off the jacket, revealing the sheer blouse. Greg smiled and said, "Wow, you look great."
That was just what I needed to hear to feel more myself. I am a sexy woman, damn it.
I sauntered over to him and helped him off with his coat and loosened his tie, "You should be more comfortable too, Greg," I purred. I let that feline vibe come through with both barrels, and he definitely noticed, putting his arm around me, low across my waist.
I looked up at him, waiting in invitation.
He kissed me and I returned the kiss, filling it with soft promises and the hint of a sigh as my body melted against his. I put my arms up around his neck, letting him feel my breasts press fully against his strong chest.
I was putting out the message. If you want me tonight, you can have me.
It seemed to work because Greg put out a message too.
He wrapped both arms around my back, held me tight to his body, and licked against my lips as we kissed. My mouth opened, beckoning, and he entered me with his tongue. Mine danced against his enticingly, egging him on and he continued to increase the passion, actually letting a small rumble sound in his chest.
How manly. It was very sexy. I swooned more fully, giving him more of my weight.
The room was small, there was only a chair, a table, and a bed. We both couldn't fit on a chair, could we?
Of course not. Greg helped me to sit on the bed with him, still wrapped in his arms.
I do enjoy kissing, and we kissed for a long time. I was happy to oblige. I was even happier when I felt his hands caressing up and down my back and sides as he kissed me. It felt really good.
I fought not to tense up when one of his hands began to slide closer and closer to my breast, finally brushing gently against the edge of my bra cup before sliding away again.
He did it a few times, and each time I tried to reward his eagerness by going ever softer in his arms. I'm yours if you want me, I was signaling, go ahead and feel my breast...
His hand covered my left boob and squeezed softly. I responded my kissing him more passionately, and he took the hint.
Greg's hand moved to unbutton my blouse, and I didn't stop him. I just kept kissing.
It was so exciting to have this virtual stranger beginning to undress me. He kissed me strongly, holding me tight as he pulled my blouse out of the waist of my skirt. His hand found the front hook of my bra and began fumbling there.
I willed the clasp to open before the spell was broken. Eureka, it did! My boobs fell out of the cups easily as Greg brushed them aside. His hand was warm against my soft flesh, it felt so good to have naked breasts with this man and to have him feel me up.
Oooh, and he played with my nipple and I couldn't help but gasp in pleasure, thereby breaking the kiss.
He took that opportunity to begin kissing my ear, and my throat as he continued to gently but firmly have his way with my breasts. I moaned softly in his ear each time he rolled a nipple in his fingers, or he rubbed his teeth against my neck.
This man was a pretty good lover, it occurred to me. He was treating me like a delicate bowl of fruit not to be bruised, but to be slowly eaten with great relish. I swooned more, holding tight around his neck as he fondled and pleasured my breasts and nipples.
I was already feeling very moist between my thighs when his hand left my breasts and started to slide up my thigh. I knew the skirt was too tight for this maneuver and I pulled away from him without letting go of his neck.
I was pleased with the lusty look in his eyes as they drank in my naked breasts and nipples, revealed by my roughly opened blouse.
"Greg," I whispered, drawing his eyes reluctantly up to mine. "Let me go to the powder room a moment..."
He nodded and helped me to stand. I wobbled into the bathroom on my heels, feeling drunk though I was certainly not. I softly closed the door behind me and leaned on the sink, gazing into the mirror.
I saw a woman with that bedroom look in her lidded eyes, relaxed and sensual. Her blouse was open as was her bra, revealing her heavy breasts freely hanging on her chest, nipples erect.
Without further thought, I removed the blouse and bra, tossing them on the floor. I unzipped the skirt letting it pool at my ankles and stepping out of it. I looked again in the mirror. I looked great.
They were uncomfortable, but I left the shoes on, knowing that men like it and that I'd be off my feet soon enough. I smiled at that.
I took the terrycloth robe and put it on, tying the sash at my waist and then I opened the door and walked out into the room.
Greg was sitting as I had left him, looking at me with intense eyes, not unkind, just very very interested.
I sat down on the bed with him and took his chin gently in my hand to talk to him.
"Greg," I said softly, "If we are to go further, we must have an understanding."
He nodded, waiting.
"We are not going to fall in love. I am a married woman, and you will be going home to Tampa when the fair is over."
He nodded again, "yes..." he muttered.
"So, this is just a one-time thing for us, a weekend of fun. Just friends with benefits, you and I. Can you handle that, Greg?"
He leaned forward and kissed me softly, "I can more than handle that, Katie," he said, "I'd be honored to be your friend, just for the weekend..."
"Tomorrow, we're all about business. Do you understand? We both have reputations to care for, and there may never be another night like tonight."
"I completely understand and agree," he said warmly, "Don't worry about me, I won't follow you home." And then he quickly added, "Not that I wouldn't want to, because you are a completely awesome woman..."
I smiled at his compliment, "Well thank you, Greg, that's nice to hear. But we understand each other then?"
"Yes, Ma'am," he said, giving the boy scout salute, "I promise."
I smiled and kissed him, and then I laid back with my head on the pillow and hands at my sides. I looked at him coyly. "Well?" I said.
He stood and took off his tie, kicked off his shoes, nearly ripped off his shirt and dropped his pants. My goodness, he seemed to be in a hurry. I saw that he was nicely muscular, and he wore a pair of cute white briefs.
I was most pleasantly surprised. The front of his briefs had a very pronounced pouch, almost like a jock strap, and it was clearly full to the brim. Nearly overflowing. Sure, he had the beginnings of an erection, but his genitals were full and plump.
They seemed rather big to me. How exciting.
I could feel my vagina moistening even more, preparing to accommodate a nice big penis. I wondered if my panties would be soaked by the time Greg got to see them.
Oh, my. Greg only stood there a moment, letting me look at him. Then he removed his socks and quickly pushed his briefs down. He kicked them off as he stood up.
Oh, yes. Now that's a cock, I thought. I'm sure my face was grinning as I ogled his penis. It looked thick. It was throbbing. The head seemed impossibly fat and a very imposing dark pink color. The shaft was lengthening as I watched, and I'm no expert, but he was surely more than an inch longer than my husband.
He stepped up to the side of the bed, making his big penis wiggle, and he undid my sash and pushed the sides of my robe apart so he could look at my body.
I was torn between watching the reaction on his face and the throbbing of his penis, so my eyes kept darting back and forth.
He was so manly and determined. He eyed me up and down twice, and then his hands went to the waistband of my thong and he pulled it down. I lifted my bottom to help him, and he slipped the panties right off my ankles, roughly taking my pumps with them.
My goodness, so aggressive. He pushed my thighs firmly apart, and I let my legs spread for him.
I hadn't realized what that would feel like. It sent shivers up my spin to spread my thighs for a man that was not my husband. It made me feel vulnerable like never before, butterflies flipped in my tummy and I could feel the lips of my pussy spread open for him.
"Beautiful," he whispered, and my heart raced with pride. He liked what he saw. He wanted me. I am a hot wife about to have sex with another man.
I'm sure he could see how wet I was for him. It was embarrassing and I almost tried to close my thighs, but instead I willed myself to raise my knees instead as he climbed between my legs.
He scooted up and put one hand near my shoulder to support his weight, and with the other hand he took hold of my left hip very possessively. Again, I felt those shivers, and I reached for his penis.
Oh God it felt huge in my hand. So stiff. So much girth. So powerful. So... just... well... big.
I wanted it.
I was so wet that when I guided the head of his cock to my entrance, he pressed forward and it just slid right in at least half way.
Oooooohhhhh. It felt so thick, spreading me open, forcing me to part before him like a river against a rock. A big rock. A soft "Ugh.." slipped from my lips and he smiled.
"Easy," I begged breathlessly, panting.
He nodded and slid back until just the head was in me. He paused, letting me breath a moment, then he slowly pressed forward again.
My head rolled side to side and my fingers gripped the bedcover as I felt his big penis push in farther than the last time.
He stopped, giving me time to regain control. I could feel my vagina gripping his cock involuntarily. I breathed deep and loud. "Wow," I whispered.
He slowly withdrew to the crown of his head again, giving me space to breath. I felt his hands on my knees which he gently pressed up toward my chest until my feet were off the bed.
I opened my eyes to see his face. He whispered, "ready?"
I nodded, completely unsure if that was the right answer. Then he pressed forward before I had a chance to change my mind.
"Oooohhh.... Ahhhhhh... Urghhhhh...." I was not eloquent in my gasps and moans as I felt him push in. I felt like fertile soil opened by the plough. He penetrated deeply. He went to the depth my husband could reach and pressed on deeper.
Oh, it felt so good when his pubic bone pressed down against my erect and aching clitoris that I almost had an orgasm right then.
I hadn't thought about having an orgasm. I never had an orgasm during intercourse with my husband. But as Greg slowly began to slide in and out, giving me gentle thrusts so I could get used to him, I knew that the length and thickness of his cock would make me come soon enough.
As he thrust slowly in and out, starting to get a rhythm, I could feel the flesh of my pussy being stretched and moved by his wonderful penis. When he thrust in, my clinging labia seemed to follow, and when he pulled out, they rolled out with him.
All of this created a lot of movement around my clitoris, keeping it stimulated, and then when his pubic bone pressed down, it was just amazing.
I was starting to pant again and I put my arms on his strong shoulders. He put both his hands down on either side of my breasts squeezing his wrists against my ribs, sort of holding me still as my breasts bounced against his forearms.
His hips began to piston more and more, becoming stronger with each thrust. I felt pummeled, and used, and banged by this man as he pleasured his cock inside me.
He was going faster and faster. Bang bang bang bang against my body, driving me down into the mattress. I felt helplessly lost as I moaned in pleasure, and squealed with renewed awe and surprise whenever he gave me a particularly powerful thrust.
His cock felt gorgeous as it plunged again and again into my body, taking over all my conscious thought and replacing it with a single minded focus on the sensations his penis forced my vagina to experience.
In. Out. In. Out.
Oh God, he was like a fucking machine, relentlessly fucking me and I could not escape even if I wanted to.
He grunted and gasped and grunted like an animal as he forced his incredibly stiff cock into me again and again.
I had the passing thought that he might ejaculate soon. I was torn with the desire to let him come in me. Really take me. Possess me with his cock. But at the same time, I knew I was clean, and I thought he was clean, but maybe allowing him to spurt his semen deep inside me was a bad idea.
I should have though more about that earlier....
Then my attention was drawn again as he pulled up to sit on his haunches, leaving his cock buried in me to the hilt. He began to wiggle his hips, which served to remind me how much thicker his penis was that what I was used to.
It felt good to feel his girth magnified by the circular motions. My hips started to writhe in their new found freedom of movement.
Then he did the most wonderful thing.
Through half closed eyes, I watched him lick his thumb, and then he put his hand on my abdomen with his thumb right on the engorged bud of my clitoris.
The contact was shockingly erotic and felt sooooooo good.
Then he started to wiggle his thumb right on my clit. OH, MY, GOD.
The feeling of intense clitoral stimulation, combined with the feeling of such an enormous cock in me, made me come.
I went from very aroused to the throes of orgasm in one beat of my heart.
I was bucking and grinding against his hand and his cock, my limbs flailing, my face contorted and rolling side to side. I was screaming "Yessss! Yesss! Yesss! Yesss!" as I came and came and came.
He was relentless with his thumb, pressing, sliding, wiggling, so wet and smooth and wonderful. He made me come again and again.
Oh such a big cock, ooooh my clitoris, oh big cock, oh, oh, oh, cock, cock, cock. So big and stiff!
Finally I collapsed, a sweating, tormented, spent, willing slave of this man's penis. I was barely aware that he had begun to thrust in me slowly again.
It felt good.
I wanted him to keep fucking me with that big cock. It felt so right, to be fucked.
"Hmmmm," I murmured in contentment, wallowing in the afterglow of my orgasms. I would be content to lay like that for the next thousand years, being continually well fucked by this gorgeous hunk of a man.
After some time, I sort of came-to, and looked up at him.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi, yourself," I whispered, happily.
"How do you want me to come?" he whispered.
I never realized that he hadn't come yet. I was at once surprised with myself at not keeping track, and impressed with his ability to fuck me silly without filling me with his semen.
I toyed with the idea, but I knew it would be far safer not to let him spurt inside me. I was not at a fertile place in my cycle, but still...
I think he could tell I was not able to make a decision. I think my temporary delirium made him happy.
He slowly withdrew from me and a whimper escaped my lips. Suddenly I felt empty, and it was sad.
When his penis was out, he scooted up closer between my thighs so that his cock stood out over my closely groomed patch, and reached nearly to my navel. I could feel his heavy testicles resting against the puffy, tired, and well-satisfied folds of my pussy lips.
I watched, delighted, as his hand took hold of his glistening wet shaft and began to stroke.
"Would you like to watch me come on you?" he whispered with real need in his voice.
"I'd like that very much," I said, smiling warmly.
He rubbed his penis firmly with great urgency, and he began to gasp and grunt at the building pleasure.
I was mesmerized by the sight of his swollen pink head as it glistened at me, half disappearing and then reappearing as his hand went up and down.
The tip of his penis was pointing right at me. I couldn't wait to see his first spurt of semen come to me, anoint me, please me.
With a guttural moan, he gave me his semen. A full, strong spurt out into the valley between my breasts. Another across my left nipple, how amazing. Another spurt landed on the lower slope of my right breast, and I could feel it warmly sliding down to my chest.
He gave me three more spurts, not as powerful, but each one no less appreciated as he coated my belly with his sensual offering. At last, he milked a few last dribbles that fell delightfully into my belly button, and he was finished.
He put his wet hand on my hip and slid it down my thigh to leave me every last drop on my skin. I smiled up at him with real pleasure in my eyes.
"Thank you, Greg," I cooed softly, as I caressed his arm, "That was really more wonderful than I can tell you."
He flipped onto his back next to me, fully spent and exhausted. "You are so sexy," he said, "I'm the one thanking you for a truly amazing time."
We both lay there, happy and content with our lovemaking. I had a very stretched and used feeling between my now tightly-closed thighs, which warmed my tummy wonderfully. I could also feel every drop of his semen on my body. Breasts, tummy, thigh.
I couldn't help but find my hands begin to casually rub his juices all over my skin before they could accidentally drip off of me. I didn't want to lose any of my prize.
After a suitable time of comfortably lying next to each other in content silence, Greg spoke.
"I suppose I should be going..."
"Yes, that's best, Greg."
He got up, slipped into the bathroom for a moment, and then returned and dressed. In the meantime, I closed my robe against the chill of cooling off from a sweaty romp.
When he was dressed, he paused to kiss me chastely, and said, "I'll see you tomorrow, you gorgeous, fabulous, amazing woman."
I smiled and nodded, "See you tomorrow, you handsome hunk."
He closed the door softly as I picked up my cell phone from the nightstand and dialed my husband.
He answered on the first ring.
"Come to me," I said breathlessly, and hung up.
I curled up on my side and snuggled into the pillow, smiling at all the tingling sensations still emanating from my pussy, and the sticky feeling of semen on my breasts and elsewhere.
Hot wife. My goodness, I suppose it's true now, I thought.
I awoke the next morning slowly. I felt the familiar arm of my husband, wrapped safely around me with his hand cupping a breast. A awoke like this very often, and it felt homey and comfortable.
And then it hit me. I was in Vegas. At the vendor fair. In a hotel. I looked at the clock and it read seven-fifteen. The sun was shining through the drapes. I should get up.