A Wife Watchers Tale Ch. 07

Eventually, they all fell asleep from exhaustion and when they awoke Peter had already left.

The next day was a Saturday and over breakfast they talked about the previous evening. They agreed that while it had been marvellous, they simply could not sink back into their previous ways with close neighbours. Keith would have talk to Peter and explain that it was a very special occasion and that, sadly, it would not be repeated.

A period of rather ordinary family life ensued and their sex life fell back to an infrequent and rather dull norm, but they both now knew that something was almost bound to happen at some point.

They were due to take their daughter to her grandparents for an extended stay following an important decision about her education. They had decided that their topsy-turvy life style was not stable enough for her and she was going to live with her grandmother, some 50 or so miles away, and go to school there for the foreseeable future.

It was a big decision but they both felt that it was right for her, although very difficult for them. It was also going to allow them to improve their finances by Delia resuming work as a secretary. She found a good position in a nearby building company working part time - three days a week.

She was working for the works manager who was a bit of a rough diamond and it wasn't very long before he made some tentative advances on her. They had discussed this possibility before she started, but Keith had insisted the she rebuff him firmly, because life was complicated enough and if she started an affair that would be the beginning of the end for them and in any case they really needed the money.

Again, three months or so passed by normally but with very little sex, until Keith arrived home early one autumn day to a rather tearful wife. He consoled her but to begin with she wouldn't explain the problem - eventually of course, the truth came out.

"Oh Keith, I have been a very, very naughty girl and I have let you down badly"

The events that she was about to explain had apparently taken place three weeks before, but she had been plucking up courage to tell him. He poured some Scotch and sat down with his arm around her and told her to let it all come out.

They had bought a cat to keep her company after their daughter had left, but didn't realise that it was a she until she gave birth to a litter of four kittens. As soon as they were old enough they put up some posters to give them away.

Their mobile home was set on jacks to compensate for the sloping garden and because the front door was high there were three narrow steps up to enter. One day the weather was warm and sunny and she had the door latched open to allow the kittens to play in the entrance lobby. She had hunkered down to feed them when she saw a burly, middle aged man in a bus driver's uniform coming up the path.

Because it was one of her days off and the weather was so warm, she had just put on a simple, short, button-up dress and a pair of very brief pink panties.

"I understand that you want to pass on some kittens"

Because he was standing on the path, she was a couple of feet above him and suddenly realised that in her crouched position, her dress had risen up and that her bent knees were wide apart. Her barely covered pussy was on full display to his very interested gaze. She blushingly picked up a kitten to pass to him but instead of taking it he reached forward and cupped her soft mound with his hand.

"I'd much rather stroke this pussy thanks"

Because of a cupboard behind her and his hand where it was, she couldn't stand up and although she protested at his cheek, he moved the little strip of material to the side and slipped first one and then two fingers into her waiting pussy.

"You really are one juicy piece of cunt aren't you, where have you been hiding?"

She begged him to stop, protesting that she was a married woman but the rapidly spreading wet patch betrayed her. Grasping his hand she pulled it away and managed to stand up. He realised that although she seemed receptive, he was in a dangerous position if she started to scream or report him to the police.

"Look, I'm sorry but you looked so delicious and you were rather showing yourself off weren't you? Still, I do want a kitten but if you promise not to tell your husband I will take them all off your hands."

By now she had recovered her composure, but she had actually enjoyed this daring moment and said that she would forgive him and thanked him for taking the kittens. Whether they all went to a good home or not was another matter, but she tried not to think about that.

She put the kittens into their basket and passed it to him, but as he took it he said that she would be seeing him again - very soon.

At this point Keith cuddled her and said that that wasn't so bad, but he then realised that there was more to come. They agreed to go to the pub for a quick supper and that she could tell him the whole story later. She didn't see but his cock was absolutely bursting out of his pants.

Once again back home after dinner, he just knew that things were going to get hot and so suggested that they undress and that she finish her story in bed.

It appeared that the bus driver, his name was Sam, had a shift that finished in the early afternoon on a Wednesday, which was also one of Delia's days off. The following Wednesday she had seen him going home - he had to pass right by their front garden, but although he glanced in the window just a few feet away, he didn't see Delia and just continued on his way.

She admitted that she was disappointed that he had not knocked at the door or even paused for a moment or so, but that just thinking about their little encounter again had made her quite wet.

The following week she could barely sleep on the Tuesday, Keith remembered her tossing and turning that night. After he had gone off to work, very early as usual, she tried to concentrate on her daily household tasks but it was no good. After all this time she desperately needed a new sexual game - she badly needed a new and big cock.

All the sexual adventures they had gone through, and the training that she had had at the hands of different men were now a fixed part of her makeup, and the period of denial that they had gone through hadn't really changed anything - if anything it had made it worse.

One could say that she should have thought more about her responsibility and loyalty to Keith, but although he hadn't said anything, she knew that, deep down, he also wanted to explore his cuckold pleasures again. She was, quite simply, driven by pure lust.

In the early afternoon she had gone to the on-site facilities centre and after a hot shower, had her hair and nails done. Back home, after making up and applying rather more than usual body lotion and perfume, she pulled on a casual short dress, a pair of high heeled court shoes and just her garter belt, and black half-cup bra, before sitting down by the larger of their picture windows. She carefully folded her black stockings and placed them close to hand.

Her timing was perfect, and she didn't have long to wait before she saw Sam coming along; the fact that he was a rough working man and much older than her just added to her excitement. She had made sure that the curtains were fully drawn back and she pushed the window open and called out to ask him if he would like to come in for some tea.

She had left the front door ajar and after greeting him warmly led him to their crosswise sofa which gave a view of the whole length of the living room. It could be folded down and a double bed pulled out to rest on it. He mumbled his thanks, scarcely able to believe his good luck.

"I was just getting dressed but I won't be a moment and then I will make us some tea"

She had placed a dining chair and a low stool further down the room and sat down and pulled on a black stocking, before standing up and putting her foot on the stool she pulled her skirt right up and clipped the stocking to the frilly belt.

She was quivering with excitement as she repeated the process with the other leg before pulling her high heels back on and, walking up to him, pulled her skirt up with two hands to display the strip of white thigh above the black stocking tops.

"Well, what do you think, will I do?"

He stood up and roughly pulled her to him, crushing her open mouth with a French kiss and putting his hands around her, pulled the skirt up to cup her delightful ass cheeks in his hands.

"You are not wearing any knickers you dirty little bitch, you are just begging for me to fuck you aren't you"

She didn't reply immediately, but pulling away, drew the curtains and showed him how to lower the bed.

"Yes I am, and I want you to fuck me, fuck me and fuck me."

She quickly unzipped her skirt and fumbled with his belt and zip as he pulled his shirt over his head and she was delighted at the size of his fully erect cock. No further words were spoken as he sat on the edge of the bed and she knelt down and sucked him with all the expertise that she had been taught and practiced so very, very often.

For Sam, this was an unbelievable development, trapped in a dull marriage, with missionary sex about once a month, if he was lucky. It was an extraordinary opportunity to release his considerable sexual energy and prowess with this young, nubile wife, just dying to submit to him in every way imaginable.

He know he couldn't last long in her lovely mouth and, above all, he wanted her juicy cunt, so he pulled her away and setting her on her hands and knees, thrust roughly into her. He revelled at the display of her white body framed by the frilly lingerie and black stockings. He undid her bra and cupped her breasts, pulling and twisting her extended nipples with all his strength so that she cried out in pain and pleasure.

He couldn't last long in such an incredible fuck and soon filled her with spurt after spurt of sticky cum, but not before she herself had been rocked by an intense orgasm. His coarse, workmanlike behaviour and brutal use of her body was new to her, but she revelled in being used in this way.

He had discovered the studs through her extended nipples and realised that they were meant for gold rings.

"To think that I have on my doorstep an absolutely filthy whore pretending to be a shy housewife who I can just use for my pleasure. I have to go now but I want you here at the same time next week. Leave the door open and be lying on the floor completely naked but with the nipple rings in."

Although she wanted to tell Keith what had happened, she feared that he would forbid a further meeting with this new rough lover and decided to experience it once more before telling the truth.

Sam had arrived as planned and she had obeyed his orders, lying deliciously naked on the floor with her nipple rings in place but she had also attached the gold chain which matched them. This time he was prepared and rested and indulged his sexual appetite, enjoying both her cunt and her ass until he was completely satiated.

As she related this orgy of passion, Keith could contain himself no longer and although he desperately wanted to mount her, it was too late and he spurted huge amounts of hot spunk over her breasts and face. There was to be no sleep this night and they exhausted their full repertoire of well practised pleasures.

As they lay resting in the small hours, she finished the description of the previous day's events, interrupted by Keith's frequent response to the erotic details.

It was a marvellous experience and they both realised that they could not go back to a normal married life but were driven by their respective lustful desires to continue to follow their previous path, whatever the consequences. However, she was not completely finished.

Sam had asked her what would happen if her husband found out, because he intended using her at every opportunity. Without thinking, she said -

"Oh, it's ok, he is a cuckold so he won't mind at all."

No sooner had she said it than she realised how foolish she had been and had opened a whole new can of worms.

"What do you mean a cuckold, what does cuckold mean?"

Now, there was no going back.

"Well, a cuckold is a man who encourages his wife to have sex with other men and is excited by her telling him what has happened. Sometimes, he also likes being humiliated by such men by watching them fuck her."

"So will you tell him about me and what has happened these two weeks?

"Well yes, because that is the only way we can trust each other and stay together by being completely honest, whatever the consequences."

In spite of all their previous experiences, Keith was shocked that she had revealed these details to a complete stranger and someone that he not even seen, let alone met. Worse still, he saw from her shamefaced expression that there was more to come.

"After he left, I had a call from him saying that we are both to go to the club on Saturday night to meet the owner, who is his close friend, and I am to go provocatively dressed. If we don't obey he has threatened to tell the site manager, who is also his friend, that we are running a brothel and we will be evicted."

She was crying and saying how sorry she had been to allow her desires to get the better of her and brought them into a terrible position - exactly that which they had promised to put behind them. He comforted her and said that it would be alright, they had handled similar situations before and they would come through it.

In spite of everything they had said and done since they moved here, they were once again going to get into something that they probably would not be able to control. However, the stirring in his loins was telling Keith that in spite of the dangers to their lifestyle, he actually wanted it more than anything!

They were both very nervous on the following Saturday and concerned about what would happen, although they had a pretty good idea. The weather was very warm so Keith just wore slacks and a shirt while Delia put on a simple but very short summer dress, very high red heels and a pair of brief red panties, the absence of a bra was very clear from the little bumps of her nipples showing through the thin material.

When they arrived, the club was quite busy but Sam and his friend, Harry, were standing in a secluded corner at the end of the bar. After the introductions, their plan of action soon became plain as Sam kissed Delia full on the lips and invited Harry also to do so.

"Now Keith, why don't you buy us some drinks and tell us why you have brought your lovely young wife here this evening?"

He muttered something about getting to know them for himself, but clearly he wasn't going to get away with it. They now knew about his weaknesses and they were going to exploit them to the full.

"No Cuckold Keith why did you really bring her here to us in particular?"

"Well, Delia has told me all about your recent assignations and also that she has told you about my sexual inclinations, so I have brought her here so that you can play with her"

"Don't you mean so that we can fuck her, so why don't you pluck up courage and say so."

" Yes, I have brought her here so that you both can fuck her."

They both laughed coarsely.

"We can see that she is not wearing a bra but what else is she wearing?"

Keith replied "A pair of panties."

Sam looked angry "I told her to come prepared and I don't like my whores to disobey me, you take them off her and show them to us - Now!"

Keith protested that they would be seen by other people but he said that he didn't care but in any case, in this corner, he and Harry would be screening them from view.

He reached under her skirt and quickly pulled the little panties down and passed them to Sam. He pressed them to his face and then passing them over said to Harry

"I told you so, she's wet already."

He then made Keith sit her on a high bar stool, but with her skirt up so that her bare bum was directly touching the cool wooden top. In this position, there was no way that she could cover herself with the short dress skirt and when he forced her knees apart, her naked, hairless cunt was in full view.

Harry said that he was tempted to let everyone see what a brazen slut she was, but there was no way that he could get away with that in mixed company. Normally, his wife would also be there but it seemed that he had conspired to get her away for the evening.

All three of them were now very aroused and Sam told Keith to help her down and go and wait in his car. The last he saw was Sam with his hand up her skirt on her bare bottom as they led her down a corridor to the guest bedroom.

In the darkness of the car park he was assailed by rapidly changing emotions. He was afraid for her safety, but although he was sure that they were going to have their way with her, he didn't believe for one minute that they would actually harm her.

Sexually, she was more than capable of meeting all their desires and enjoying it herself, but he was disgusted with himself that the very thought of her bending down to suck one while being fucked from behind by the other, drove him to take his cock out and wank for an almost immediate orgasm.

Suddenly, after about an hour, the rear door was flung open and Delia was summarily deposited on the back seat. Sam had little decency and looking through the open window said

"She's alright, but a great fuck and me and my friends are going to have lots more! I'm also going to sell her cunt to my mates at the bus garage who will be pleased to pay me handsomely"

Keith protested and said that he wouldn't allow any such thing but Sam repeated what he had told Delia - if they didn't play ball he would inform the site manager that she was a prostitute and they would be instantly evicted

When they arrived back home he comforted her as she cried, but it seemed more for Keith than herself. Later on, after a sleep, she related what had actually happened. As to be expected, they were unsophisticated and inexperienced in such adventures, and had contented themselves with normal sucking and fucking. However, they had treated her roughly, slapping her tits and spanking her ass - it seemed that they simply couldn't believe their good luck.

She very much wanted him to have some pleasure from the evening and although he said it didn't matter, she knew Keith all too well and aroused him repeatedly with the details.

Sunday and the cold light of day brought them a strong dose of stark reality. It wasn't just a little three way sexual adventure like they had had many times before. These guys now had a real hold over them and they could destroy the new life they had constructed and the future that they had planned. They realised that this was completely their own doing and that it could have been avoided, but what was done was done.

They had only ever regarded this stay in a mobile home as a temporary measure, but had planned to stay until their finances had improved enough to buy an apartment in London, closer to family and work. This sudden and unfortunate change in circumstances caused them to completely change their plans.

Keith had already seen the plans of some very suitable apartments being built in near to his work and very suitable for their future needs. However, they wouldn't be ready for about six months, but they decided to set the wheels in motion and see about selling the mobile home.

At that time, because of the housing shortage, residential mobile home sites were in short supply and there was a waiting list for sites at the development.

On the Monday, Keith went to see the site manager and much to his complete surprise a solution to their problem was almost to hand. Only the previous week he had a visit from a young couple seeking to buy a home on the site and they had pointed to Keith & Delia's nearby home and said that something like that would be perfect for them. They were also being financed by their parents, so money was not a problem.