Journey into Cuckoldry Ch. 04: Four Square

The following week passed well too, but two weeks before we were due to go to Spain, I noticed my normally lovely, sweet-tempered wife being starting be just a little less lovely in demeanour and behaviour, becoming noticeably more irritable and impatient, not just with me but with the kids too.

This puzzled me – being short tempered with me was rare, with the kids it was almost unheard of.

Our lovemaking which, after her last fucking by Steve had been almost daily, began to slow quickly too and then stopped altogether. At first I assumed she was saving herself for the longed-for marathon sex sessions with her lover that we both hoped for and expected. Then I wondered whether she was finding the five week gap between her last mating with him and the Spanish holiday too long to stand.

I tried to test the water, asking questions around the subject but to no avail. She simply became less and less patient with us all until one evening after I had put the kids to bed in tears following a dinner in which their mother had twice shouted at them, I challenged her in our bedroom as she undressed.

"I'm not irritable!" She said coldly, her tone of voice giving the lie to her words as she peeled her top up over her head and half threw it onto the bedside chair.

"Darling it's obvious something's wrong." I insisted. "You've not been yourself all week."

"I don't know what you're talking about..." She insisted. "I'm just tired that's all. Aren't I allowed to be tired, with all the work I do?"

"Come on... this isn't like you at all."

She scowled at me, sliding out of her skin tight jeans, folding them and hanging them in the closet. She slammed the door loudly intending to close the conversation but I had got the bit between my teeth and pressed on.

"I know the kids can be a pain, but you've been angry with me too, and as for the sex..."

"Why must it always be about sex?" She challenged. "And why would I want your silly little cock inside me every night anyway?"

"Is it Steve?" I persisted, knowing I was on dangerous ground but needing to know why my lovely wife wasn't so lovely right now. "Are you having trouble waiting for him? It's been a long time since he last fucked you."

Alice laughed hollowly, without humour.

"You might say it's something to do with that!" She said enigmatically.

"It's not long now, Darling. I know I'm no substitute for him in bed but..."

She almost snorted, her face angry. "You can say that again..."

Despite her cruel words I couldn't help being amazed at just how incredibly sexy and attractive my sweet wife had become since her affair with Steve had begun. Now clad only in panties and bra, her slim, tanned, fit body looked better than at any time in our life together. Her long blonde hair, her tiny breasts, her long athletic legs, her darkening skin against the white of her underwear – all this made my body ache for her despite her anger – maybe partly because of it.

She paced up and down the room, ostentatiously taking out her ear rings and removing her necklace. It seemed to be calming her down a little so I undressed down to my boxer shorts and sat on the edge of the bed in silence.

Eventually she seemed to come to some kind of decision and, still standing in her underwear, turned towards me.

"You really want to know?" She asked abruptly.

"Of course..." I said. "There's nothing you can't tell me, you know that."

She paused for a full minute as if gathering her strength before mumbling something I couldn't make out.

"Sorry Darling..." I said. "I couldn't hear you."

"I said I'm late!" She hissed angrily at me as if I was the most stupid man in the world. In truth she might have been right in this assumption because in response I looked at the bedside clock and snapped.

"You're not going out now are you?"

"I... SAID... I'M... FUCKING... LATE!" She hissed half-crazily at me, despite the kids being in their bedrooms next door, supposedly asleep.

"Don't shout at me, Alice I only said... Oh. My. God!"

The penny finally dropped and realisation rushed in upon me like an ice cold spear passing through my belly.

"You're late?" My voice was low and anxious.

She nodded, her eyes lowered.

"How late?" I asked, staring involuntarily at my wife's firm, flat belly.

"Nearly two weeks."

"So you think you might be..?" I couldn't bring myself to say the word.

"The word is 'pregnant'." She said coldly.

"But your periods are often a bit... erratic, aren't they?" I asked, grasping at straws in hope.

"Yes." Her reply wasn't encouraging. "But I've never been this late before."

"Oh fuck!"

I took her hand and we sat in silence side by side on the edge of the bed, neither of us knowing what to do or say next. Her body was tense, her knees pressed together tightly, her shoulders hunched as if to keep out the world.

I sat next to her, stunned. In no way had I expected anything like this. How could it have happened? After all, I had had my vasectomy years ago and she had been on the pill since... oh yes, only two days... before... her last incredible fucking... by Steve.

Two days... Not enough time? She had told me she might not be safe and now...

I slowly slid my hand along her thigh. At first, Alice automatically squeezed her knees together even more tightly, then relaxed a little as I stroked her bare skin in what I hoped was a reassuring way.

Whatever was going on inside her beautiful, sexy body, this was the woman I adored and, if the worst really had occurred, I had played my part in making it happen and had to help her through it, whatever it was.

After a few minutes' silence, I slipped my arm around her shoulders and drew her towards me.

"Come here..." I whispered, squeezing her in what I hoped was a supportive manner.

She leaned against my chest and I held her tightly, feeling her slender body trembling in my arms, then I kissed her on the forehead and face in tiny, loving pecks, hoping my strong embrace would help reassure her.

"It's OK sweetheart..." I murmured over and over.

I felt a soft, warm dampness on my arm and realised she was crying in low, quiet sobs. I nuzzled her soft blonde hair and breathed in her sweet familiar aroma as we sat in silence.

"Do you feel... pregnant?" I asked, the word feeling strange and terrible on my tongue.

She nodded. "Yes... Sort of... No... I don't know... I'm sorry... It's not quite like last time but..." She couldn't finish the sentence.

And she began to cry again, tiny tears running silently down her cheeks. I hugged her tightly but after a minute, a thought occurred to me which should of course have been the very first thing to cross my mind.

"Have you done a test yet?" I asked quietly. She looked down and shook her head.

"Then we don't really know if we have a problem at all, do we?" I continued, trying to sound more positive and reassuring.

She shook her head again and reached for a tissue from the bedside table to dab at her tear-stained eyes and streaming nose.

"It might just be a late period – you're doing so much exercise now, after all. You might not actually be...pregnant by Steve." A strange illicit thrill flashed through me as I said the words but I tried to ignore it.

"Have you got a test kit in the house?" I asked after a pause. She nodded.

"I bought one yesterday."

"But you couldn't bring yourself to use it?" She shook her lovely, golden head.

"I didn't want to believe it could have happened."

"Would you like me to go get it now?" I asked.

"It's no use now..." She said firmly, shaking her head. "You have to do it first thing in the morning, remember?" She squeezed my hand tightly.

I did indeed remember the last time I had seen her use a pregnancy test. I remembered clearly the look on her face as she came out of the bathroom proudly displaying the slim white device. There were clear blue lines in both its little windows, and seven months later our younger child was born.

But that was then – this was now and there was no way any child growing in my wife's womb could possibly have been sired by me.

"So we'll do it straight away tomorrow? When we wake up? And try not to worry between now and then, right?" I said encouragingly. "It might be nothing after all!"

"OK." She said, raising her tear-stained face to mine. "Thank you. Thanks for being... well being here..."

"I love you so much, Alice – whatever happens, you know that don't you?"

She paused then smiled as she looked up into my face.

"Are you sure?" She asked, her voice still tearful and unsteady. I hugged and kissed her again.

"Positive. We started this together – OK, Carmen helped us get there but it was something we both wanted. We'll handle this together, whatever it is!"

I kissed her salty lips, slipping a finger under her chin and raising her pretty face towards mine. We kissed again, first lightly, then more passionately, as if a warm glow was growing rapidly inside each of us. Within seconds our mouths were open, our tongues entwined and we were kissing with a clumsy passion we had hardly known since we were teenagers.

"I'm crazy about you, you know that," I whispered in her ear.

"Really?" She asked.

"Really!" I replied.

I smiled, pleased and to my delight her right arm went automatically around my shoulders. I pulled her to me with my left, the other still on her thigh where my fingers ran up and down her smooth skin. I stroked her slowly from her knee to her panties and back then drew my hands up across her flat, athletic tummy, toying briefly with her belly button before rising to her tiny breasts, which seemed to have grown even smaller and firmer as her fitness regime had taken effect.

"Even if I am pregnant?" She asked softly as my hands travelled over her smooth skin.

"Absolutley!" I replied.

"It could only be Steve's child, you do understand that?"

"I understand!" I replied, my hand cupping her breast through her bra.

"I've only ever... done it... with the two of you!"

"I know," I whispered, feeling her nipples hardening beneath my fingers.

"You're a very special person, you know?" She said softly. "I mean most men..."

I silenced her with a kiss and she moaned softly into my open mouth. I squeezed her left breast firmly and was rewarded by a short squeal followed by a sigh. I reached around her back and flicked open the clasp of her bra, which fell forward along her arms and as I briefly removed my hand, she cast it aside and sat bare-chested.

"You still love me," she asked in a whisper. "Even if I am carrying Steve's baby?"

For a moment I paused to admire my wife's small pale breasts, still firm and almost cone shaped like a young girl's despite having fed two children. Her nipples were dark and very hard, their wrinkled teats very dark against the small pale un-tanned triangles on which they sat.

"Even if he knocks you up a dozen times," I told her as confidently as I could, at the time meaning every word.

I lowered my lips to her nipple and sucked, first gently then much harder, nipping it delicately with my front teeth. Alice moaned and I felt her arms fold beneath her, lowering us both to the bed, where I turned my attention to her right nipple, cupping her small globe in my palm as my mouth worked on its dark peak. Her fingers were in my hair, pulling me into her small breast which I suckled slowly.

"Mmmm. That feels nice..." She murmured, holding my mouth against her hardening nipple.

A tiny amount of fluid flowed from her teat into my mouth as I suckled. Could this be a minute early sign of pregnancy, I wondered? To my amazement, the idea aroused me instantly and instinctively my right hand slid along the soft skin of her firm, taut belly as if seeking evidence of a baby growing within before sliding further down to her thighs where I stroked from her slender knee to her panties and back.

As my lips slid from nipple to nipple, sucking and nipping, my middle finger began to probe deeper between her thighs and after instinctively pressing her knees together for a second, I felt her legs part slightly as if to aid my progress.

Encouraged, I pressed them further apart and as my fingers reached the gusset of her panties I heard my wife moan slightly. There was heat and dampness under my fingertips and I traced the outline of her vulva through the thin cloth. My finger pressed more firmly against her cotton-covered slit and she moaned encouragingly, her legs falling wide apart now, the thin material moistening rapidly at my touch.

Images of our early days together flashed through my mind; long slow kisses in the darkness; her hands clumsily groping within my pants; my fingers thrusting deep within her vagina. How things had changed since then! So much had happened in such a short time.

But the way I felt about my beautiful, sexy wife had not changed!

I worked one finger under the elastic between her thighs and quickly found her wet slit, then went to work, sliding my fingertip up and down it dampness, focussing on her clitoris for a second then returning to the hot entrance below. Alice moaned softly and closed her eyes.

"That's so good... Yes please...."

"Lift up!" I whispered, using the words Steve had used that night in the car when he had first exposed my wife's vulva for his use. Alice smiled as if remembering that night too - her first act of infidelity - and exactly as she had done for him on the MPV's back seat, raised her hips just enough for me to slide her panties over her buttocks – now much firmer and athletic than they had been that first time – along her long slender legs and away.

Her knees fell apart again as if her vulva was aching for its freedom and I noticed how swollen and puffy her lips already were, framing the dark gash of her moistening slit with its neatly trimmed patch of fine blonde hair above.

"Shall I..." I asked. Alice smiled sexily and nodded.

"Yes please... Cucky Boy!"

The pitch of her voice rose as she called me my favourite name, as if asking a question. In reply I shuffled between her thighs and slipped downwards, leaving a trail of tiny kisses across her flat tummy until her my face was inches from her vulva. She smelled of bath oil but there was already a deep musky undertone of arousal and her slit had already started to open, revealing a glistening of lubrication within.

I lowered my mouth to her hotness and began to lick, firstly in long, slow strokes from the open base of her slit upwards across her inner lips to the small but growing nub of her clitoris.

"Hhhhhhhh" She breathed out noisily, her hips writhing under my tongue.

I tongued her more firmly, dipping the tip of my tongue into her hot passage, her juices flowing more freely, their slightly sour, slightly metallic taste filling my nostrils and making me half dizzy with lust. I turned my attention to her clitoris, now hard and swollen, protruding between her puffy lips. I sucked it into my mouth, my teeth grating against its tender underside.

"Jesus!" Alice exclaimed, her hips bucking hard against my face, grinding her pubic hair against my cheeks and nose. I could feel the heat of her growing arousal and the juices flowing into my mouth became bitter and more pungent. I lapped them up eagerly, my tongue plunging deep into her deepest passage, the heady aroma making me half dizzy with lust.

"Oh God!" She gasped and I felt her thighs close tightly against the sides of my head, jamming my face so firmly into her vulva that I could barely breathe before falling helpless apart again. I felt her fluids running down my chin and her body begin to tremble and shake.

"Cumm...I'm Cumm.. Oh Jesus!"

I returned my attention to her swollen, stiff clitoris, sucking it between my pursed lips, drawing my tongue in short sharp movements across its delicate underside.

And then I smelled and tasted a sudden change in her incredible secretions as my lovely wife suddenly reached a body-shaking orgasm hard against my face. Her back flexed, her legs shook as her vulva was driven violently against my nose and mouth, her fingers pulling clumps of hair from my head as she pulled my face into her body, then pushed it away, then pulled it back again.

Two, three, four waves of orgasm washed through her slender frame before she finally pushed my mouth away from her hot, tender vulva.

"Enough!" She hissed. "Please... I need you inside me now..."

Her body was still shaking but the words were more than enough to make my heart ache. Raising my sticky face from her groin, I wriggled upwards on the bed until my erection was above her vulva. It was then we both realised I was still wearing my boxer shorts, horribly distended by my cock but still a barrier.

Taking my weight on one arm, I reaching down with my free hand and clumsily tugged at the elastic waistband of my shorts until my erection was freed then wriggled them down over my buttocks until they rested in the crease at the top of my legs. Swapping arms, I pushed them down to my knees and positioned myself carefully at my wife's gaping, wet entrance.

I paused then reached across to the bedside cabinet for the packet of condoms that we kept there but as my hand reached the drawer handle, Alice grabbed my wrist.

"Not tonight..." She said looking up into my eyes, her pupils wide after her first minor climax, her face open and stomach-churningly innocent looking.

"Are you sure?" I asked, remembering what she had said before. "You said you wanted to be clean for him and... Oh yes! That feels good..."

Alice had taken the end of my cock and was moving it slowly up and down her slit, then placed it directly between her inner lips so that the slightest movement on my part would penetrate her.

"Fuck me, Cucky Boy!" She hissed.

I squeezed my buttocks. My head popped into her hot, wet body. No condom; my bare skin against her bare skin; her hot juices against my firm shaft. She wasn't tight, her previous orgasm had seen to that but... but it felt... amazing... for the first time in weeks I was going to fuck my wife properly. I thrust myself forwards firmly, my hips parting her thighs, penetrating her quickly, slipping easily into her well-lubricated vagina until my pubic hair ground hard against hers.

She winced.

"Sensitive?" I asked quietly. She nodded. "Shall I stop?"

In reply, I felt her tighten briefly around my shaft as she shook her head.

"Be quick though..." She breathed.

I smiled. I was so aroused it could hardly have been anything other than quick but I began to thrust into her in long deep strokes, slowly at first, then rapidly building speed. Alice's body began to respond instantly, her eyes flew open and her fingers dug into my shoulders.

"Oh yes..." She gasped. "Faster..."

I increased my speed, hearing the wet slapping noises from our groins growing even wetter and louder. I could feel and see my wife's arousal increasing even more and remembered how she had looked, gazing up at Steve as his cock had plunged over and over into her depths.

"Is this how HE fucks you?" I growled, "Is this what his cock feels like inside you?"

"Yesssss!" She hissed almost angrily. "Yessss!"

I thrust faster, my face now sweaty. There were beads of perspiration on Alice's forehead too.

"How did it feel... when he fucked you, Alice?" I growled again, not realising that it was myself I was trying to torment, not her. "Was his cock... bigger than THIS!" I half yelled, using my back and legs to thrust into her as hard as I could.

Alice yelped in pain and surprise and I felt her vagina loosen yet more around my shaft, but I kept on thrusting.

"Much..." She gasped, "much bigger... huge... filled my cu... filled me..."

"Was it good?" I thrust faster if not harder. "Did you... like it?"

"Thought I was going... going to burst..." She moaned, her body beginning to tremble.