Helping Jamie Cuckold Her Husband

For years Jamie and I had worked at the same consulting firm in Chicago, helping large businesses with all sorts of administrative issues. We were at roughly the same level of management, pretty close to the corner office stratus, and occasionally worked together on projects. When we travelled together, it was usually just the two of us, and we'd find ourselves staying at the same hotel, sharing cabs, and meals most days and nights. We had always joked about being road spouses, and though we flirted a little, neither of us was foolish enough to make a serious move.

Not that I didn't think about her, and have the occasional fantasy involving her sweet little 5'4 120 pound frame, balanced nicely between a round firm ass and a pair of fairly large breasts. Waking in a hotel bed, often within hearing distance of her room, I'd often rub one out to a fantasy of her stopping by late one night to share more than stories.

When I was with her, I was taken by her wavy shoulder length highlighted brown locks, her big brown eyes and full red lips. She had a sweet young-sounding voice, and when she had a martini or two, she could get a little raunchy. Sometimes she'd get the conversation steered in some fairly sexual directions, talking about experiences her "friends" had had, or commiserating about how married life just didn't match the excitement of single sex. She always avoided going so far that I really believed that she was ready to take our friendship to a dangerous level. But it was her decision, because, even though I had no interest in cheating on my marriage, she'd be tough to turn down.

After a dinner with clients at a sushi restaurant in Denver one night, we stopped by the hotel bar for a nightcap. It was early, but we'd had several cocktails already, and I was pretty buzzed. She had more than her usual two drinks, and her behavior was getting unusually flirty. So much so that I had a little bit of a hardon from her constant touching. She'd lean close and rest her breasts on my arm, never seeming to notice. Speaking softly and locking eyes in a strongly suggestive manner, she brought up her marriage.

I'd never met her husband, which was kind of strange because I knew most of the spouses in our office, but it seemed that either he or I would happen to miss events that the other attended. She'd told me enough about him for me to picture him as a successful, but not extremely social guy. Tonight she seemed to need to talk about new friction in the home. She asked a few leading questions about the internet and porn, feeling me out on what might and might not be acceptable behavior.

I was guarded, to say the least, but she pressed me, and seemed genuinely interested, and non-judgmental. I can't say I was honest and open, but I told her about some of the more exciting types of fantasy I indulged in, mentioning erotic stories as well as video and photo sites. After a few more drinks, she got me to open up more than I thought she'd want me to.

Basically, I told her, fantasy was about being bad. Naughty, dirty, being bad. Pressed for details, I spilled a little more, panties, messy sex, seduction by straight-laced women. Doing things that you wouldn't want others to discover, or, I told her, maybe just "fucking right out in public." That got her attention, she flushed, and seemed a little turned on.

"How about cuckhold sex?" Jamie asked shyly, her eyes not meeting mine. "Would you want to watch your wife, you know, do things with other men?"

"Well, fantasy and reality are really pretty far apart. I may fantasize about my daughter's 20-year-old best friend, but I'm not going to be slipping away with her. But, no, having my wife used by another guy isn't on my list of turn-ons."

She dropped her head, "I just don't get that one." But the conversation moved on. Actually, back to some of the other fantasies. She got me to tell her about some pretty private stuff, how I preferred a woman unshaved, more natural. My favorite position being on my knees with my face between a woman's legs, how I loved the smell of a wet pussy.

"So, in all of the years we've travelled together, have you thought about us?"

"That's a dangerous question, I'm not sure I want to answer that one," I replied.

She laughed, "I have too, but we've always been good, haven't we? Wait a second," she looked at me directly, "how do you like how I smell?"

"I've always liked your perfume, Jamie."

"No, Mark." She drew closer, staring right into my eyes. "How I smell, how my panties smell. You've sampled me a little, haven't you?"

Wow, was I busted. I had no poker face, more than once I'd buried my nose in Jamie's panties. The first time was when she'd gone to put on her makeup in her bathroom, and left me alone. I spotted a thong on top of her clothes on her suitcase, and had no defense. I had to smell her, and the heady whiff of her cunt was intoxicating. Over the years, I would wish for her to need to use the toilet, I'd show up early hoping she'd need to finish dressing in the bathroom, any chance to see what undies had been snugged up to Jamie's pussy all day. I don't think I'd ever been so turned on by a woman's panties.

I didn't have to answer. She smiled an evil smile, and told me, "there's a lot going on in my private life right now, and I'm not going to tell you about it, but I'm getting in the elevator in five minutes, and if you want to drink from the fountain, so to speak, you'll be in it with me."

She walked off to the ladies' room, while I tried to catch my breath and calm my heart rate. I couldn't process the information. Was this real? Was I going to have my chance, finally, to taste this beautiful woman?

I paid the check. Jamie walked from the rest room to the elevator without looking at me, and I followed close behind. The door closed, and she turned to me. I was frozen, unsure of what was happening, drunk and drunk with lust. She smiled, "twelve."

I was lost, twelve what? What did she mean?

She reached around me and pressed the button. Twelfth floor. She laughed delightedly. "You are going to be so easy, Mark." She dragged her breasts across my side, and held one hand on my stomach. "You okay?"

The elevator lurched, and Jamie stumbled backwards into me. I reached out to grab her, and she stood tall, bending back to look up at me. She giggled, and said, "watch your hands, buddy."

I looked down to find them around her, grasping her abdomen below her breasts, which stood proud from her tight knit top. Still looking me in the eye, she took them both, and slid them up to rest on the soft curves. I slid them in circles, feeling her nipples through the material, and bumped my middle fingers back and forth across them, feeling them swell almost instantly. As they hardened, her eyes closed halfway, and she leaned heavily against me. She moaned quietly, and pressed her luxurious ass against me. I nuzzled her neck, inhaling her perfume, and pressed my cock against her.

I had had a slight erection entering the elevator, and the combination of her perfume, and now her purposeful massaging of it with that soft ass had me hard in an instant.

"Mmmm, is that my fault?" She sighed, eyes still closed. Her ass continued to move in little circles. I held my breath, standing still, all sensory input now concentrated on the contact between us. She let out a little squeak, and I realized that I was pinching her nipples hard. I began to rub them, and she reached back and found my bulge, and squeezed it hard.

"Does that hurt?" she smiled.

"Uh uhh."

"Mine don't hurt either, pinch them harder." She grabbed my wrists again, and slid them down to her waist, then up again, under her top. I felt the smooth warmth of her tummy, then up to the edge of her bra. It was smooth and seamless, and barely provided a barrier to her tits. I pinched her nipples, thick and hard, then down again to violate the barrier, under her bra. I lifted it up and over. Her breasts, soft and heavy, lay in my hands, the nipples, rough and engorged, thickened with my attention. Now she moaned louder, and the elevator door opened.

As a thirtyish couple entered, they both did a double take. I tried to pull my hands free, but she held them firm. Her ass continued to work it's magic on me, and I pinched her again, harder. This time it came out as a growl, and both the man and his wife instinctively turned around, and then quickly returned their gaze forward. But I could sense amusement in them, and the man patted her ass, grabbing a quick feel through her tight skirt.

Jamie's floor came up next, and we squeezed past the couple, hearing the woman giggle. I maintained contact to hide my raging hard-on, but her bra was obviously hanging loose under her shirt. As the door began to close, she turned to me and pressed her entire body against me. "I would've fucked you right in the elevator" she said, ignoring the couple's wide-eyed reaction as the doors slid shut.

Then she kissed me, wet and soft, her tongue falling into my mouth. She stroked my cock as she walked backwards towards her room. "But I'll fuck you in here instead."

At the door, she pulled her skirt up, and showed me her panties. They were white, a lacy pattern, with a sheer crotch, which had soaked through, showing matted pubic hair, clearly visible. I looked up to see her grinning at me. "I'm so glad I didn't shave. Do you like to lick wet things?"

I nodded, and she slipped my hand down the waistband into her crotch. The hair was as wet as if she'd been swimming. My finger slipped easily into her pussy, I stroked towards the front, and up to her clit. It was as erect as her nipples, and she reacted as I stroked over it.

Then she dropped her skirt and pulled away, unlocking the door. "I'll do the talking," she said as she opened it.

"Talking..." I was confused. Talking to who?

My question was quickly answered, "Hi honey!" she said brightly. The man in the room, her husband, I guess stood and walked over smiling. Then he saw me, and the smile washed away. I was floored, and said nothing.

He looked back to her, she introduced me. "This is Mark, he was just giving me a hand." Behind her back, she circled my still-wet middle finger, then held up my wrist. "I think it was this one!"

He looked like he didn't want to, but he looked at it. It was obviously wet, but he asked anyway. "A hand with what?"

"Oh, just stuff," she answered, smiling at me the whole time.

I was totally confused. What was going on? Were they swingers? But he looked just as confused as I felt. Jamie had gone from the consummate professional, holding me at arm's reach for years, to a playful sex toy in the space of an hour. Now she seemed to have a master plan to cuckold her husband. That must be it, she busted him on cuckold porn, and this was a lesson. How far would it go? I was in for all of it.

"Let's sit down," she said, and led me to the couch. "Bill, would you get us some wine?"

He still looked deer-in-the-headlights, but he got a bottle and poured us all a glass.

Then he noticed that there was no room on the couch for him, so he sat across from us on the bed.

Jamie toasted, "to friends and lovers," and drank it down as we looked at each other. She spilled a little on her leg, and turned to me. "Oops, would you give me a hand again?" I grabbed a napkin off of the coffee table, but she stopped me. "You're not going to waste good wine, now are you?" And, laughing, she spread her knees, and watched it drip down the inside of her thigh. She softly put her hand behind my neck, and showed me what she wanted. I leaned down, wondering how Bill was handling this slutty affront, and softly licked the wine from her smooth leg, and kept licking as she kept her hand on my head.

"Oooh, you have such a nice tongue, Mark." She cooed. "I'll bet you could think of a lot of ways to use that, couldn't you?" Then she slipped a finger into her panties, which had come into view, and gave me a quick look at her pussy. Even with the thick patch of brown hair, her lips stood out prominently, and the even a thin line of the inner lips peeked out.

Releasing me, she smiled at Bill, who stood speechless still. "I would have asked you, but Mark was closer, hunny."

Then she upped the ante a little more. "Bill, honey, would you get me some tissues from the car? I'm still a little sticky down there," indicating her crotch.

"Here's some," he replied, handing her a box.

"No, babe, I want the ones from the car, they're softer on my skin."

Hesitantly, he stood, and headed to the door. He opened it, then looked back again, questioningly.

"Go ahead, honey, we'll be okay without you."

Bill shrugged, and the door closed behind him, leaving me on the couch with his wife in his hotel room.

"What's going on here, Jamie? What's your plan?"

She feigned innocence, "What do you mean? I just wanted to wipe this wine off my leg."

She opened her legs wide, and pulled up her skirt. " I can't see it, but I feel a couple of drops right here."

Her manicured finger traced a line up her thigh to the edge of her panties, and my eyes followed. "Can you see it?" she asked.

I slid off the couch and knelt before her, between her legs. Holding her thighs apart, I leaned in to her snatch, smelling the arousal, seeing the swollen lips, the dew in her bush right through the sheer silk.

"I think I see the problem; it's inside your panties." I pulled the lace away from her skin, and slid my finger inside, feeling the wetness, and opened her vagina.

"Hey, what're you doing down there?" she asked in a little-girl voice. Did it get into my pussy?"

"I think it might have, let me see if I can taste any." I pulled the garment away, and licked a broad stroke up between her lips, smelling and tasting her tangy juices, feeling the incredible heat and slippery lubrication. "mmm hmm, I can taste a little bit here, but I think I can lick it all out."

I spread Jamie's lips, holding her panties away, and started in, licking and sucking her pussy. She tasted so fresh, so sweet. And she was incredibly wet. I spread the rubbery lips, and gazed at the swollen pink tissue of her insides, It rippled with her movement, I could picture it caressing my cock as I eased it into her. Without a clue on her intentions, I was saying a little prayer that I would end up inside her. For now I was ecstatic to have my tongue between her thighs. I licked deep into her hole, and worked my way up to her stubby clit. She lay her head back, saying, "mmm, that's it, baby, I feel a couple drops trickling down there."

I sat back and watched a small rivulet snake its way from her gash down between her cheeks, running over her little brown anus. I wanted to eat her ass so bad, and here she was giving me the ok.

"OK, Jamie, I think I see what you're feeling, I'll get it for you. Very lightly, I followed the trail. Down through her fat pussy lips, to her perineum, licking around the stretched skin, and finally touched the very center of her asshole. She squealed, and laughed. "Oh, baby! Please clean me out there too. Oh yeah, lick me there you fucking...oh, god!" And I did, lightly at first then with more pressure. She lifted her legs high, guiding me in. I spread her cheeks with my thumbs, and started to lick and suck at her in earnest. And she loved it! She shuddered with each lick, and spread her thighs wider still. I was in heaven, eating this crazy woman's ass, my cock like steel. I couldn't wait to slide it into her, fill her with my semen.

Suddenly the door opened, and there was Bill. I turned to look, but she guided me back to the slick junction of her legs. "What the fuck?" he yelped. And who could blame him, he walks in on his wife getting the licking of her life, knowing that he was on his way.

"Oh, Bill, I'm sorry, but you took so long that I asked my friend to help me clean up the wine I spilled. But it ran down over my pussy hair and got all over the place, even in my asshole!" He was shocked into silence. "But thank you for the tissues, honey. Would you be a sweetie and give them to Mark? He's really cleaning me up good, but it got my pussy all excited, by accident, and I'm just all wet down there. It feels like I peed all over myself. Look at my panties, you can see right through them."

He was just standing there, shocked. "But, Jamie, you can't just have a strange guy licking you like that! You're my wife, for God's sake."

"I know honey, but I trust him, and he's doing a really good job. He even licked up my butthole for me, and I know you wouldn't want to do that. It's soo dirty, licking somebody there, isn't it? But I think, Ohhhh god oh god... You should really thank him for doing that baby," and as I slid my thumb up into her fleshy hole, she sucked in hard, and began to spasm in orgasm.

"Oh my God, oh my god, ohmy god, OH MY GOD!!" Her ass began to clench, and her cum oozed out all over the couch and my chin, soaking the front of my shirt.

When she finished, she lay back, chest heaving, gasping. I pulled open my zipper, and got ready to take advantage of this crazy situation.

"Wait, you can't just have sex with this guy! You're my wife! What are you doing?" He pleaded, sounding unsure of his position now. "Jamie, wait!"

She lay there, legs spread obscenely, saturated with arousal. Beads of her cum dotted the curly hairs, and dripped off of her. "Well, honey, you know I'm just doing this to turn you on. I've been seeing stories and porn about cuckolds all over your laptop for months, so I thought you should get your birthday wish!" The tone was sarcastic and demeaning, and in a low warning tone she finished, "Welcome to your fantasy, watch close now, because Mark is going to finally get to fuck me, and he's going to cum in your wife's pussy while you watch. Be a good boy, and maybe I'll let you lick his cum out of me later."

Jamie pulled her top off, taking the bra with it, and slid her panties down her legs. I pulled them off for her as she spread her legs for me. "Besides" she said in a sweet voice, "Now I have to. Mark was so nice to lick my pussy and my ass for me, and look, he's really hard." She took my cock in her palm, stroking towards her. "He needs me to help him, and it's only fair, honey."

Again he went silent. "Honey, would you go get me a glass of water?" Jamie asked her husband. "You know how I get really thirsty after sex. And I'm leaking a lot of pussy water. That way you won't have to watch us. So go in the kitchen, and when you hear us stop, just bring it out to me. It's ok, I'm not really making love to him, I was just kidding. I'm just going to give him a lap dance. He won't be inside me, I know he really needs to cum, but I'll just suck him off, or get him to cum on the outside of my pussy."

I was still being shocked by everything she said. But she stood and took her panties from me. She walked over to him, her naked wet ass swaying, and handed them to him. "I think you might like to smell how turned on I am right now, I know you want me to be satisfied, don't you? And I'll understand if you want to jerk off in them. If you want to wait, maybe you can fuck me in the morning, if I'm not too sore."

She turned to me, and walked over, her hair wild and sticking to her now sweaty shoulders, her eyes glowing, her smile intoxicating. She took my hand and led me to sit on an ottoman. She faced me, and sat down in my lap, gyrating her sopping hairy mat on my hardon. "Go on, honey, I promise I won't do anything wrong," she promised, still looking in my eyes.

Unbelievably, he headed towards the kitchen area as she licked my ear, and nuzzled my neck. I'd never been so hard. "You don't mind, do you?" she asked.

"Mind what?"

"Mind if I just get your cum all over the place, I want him to clean me up, and I want it really messy."

"Wow, I have to say I love this new Jamie! How about if I just pull out of you while I cum, and leave the mess on the outside?"