Cuckold

She was never conventional; she never did what you expected. Tonight was no different.

We were out with one of her few female friends, Chloe. She was never very good at making or keeping friends who were women. I am not sure why, but I think she probably made a lot of them jealous and worried about how she was around their men. But I also think men just made all the effort with her to hide her social awkwardness in a way women wouldn’t.

We were with Chloe and her friend's new partner in a pub. We’d only met them a few weeks before at a sex club, and that night, my lover had been fucked by multiple men for the first time, but I remembered it more for the time I spent fucking Chloe. She was older, closer to my age, but so very sexy and slim. Her new boyfriend had been there, but he’d only watched it all from a distance. That’s another story, another for another time.

Tonight, the women were both getting drunk. The men were driving and so we were totally sober. We stood at the bar watching them get more giggly together and laughing at each other's phones. My girlfriend showed me what they were laughing at. “Look how big he is!” she said, and the other guy blushed. Yes, it was his cock, and it was big, and it was bigger than mine. He’d never deigned to get it out at the sex club, even though mine had been jammed into his girlfriend in a couple of different ways over that wonderful evening. Now I had to study it. My girlfriend kept making me look.

“Wow, don’t you think it’s great? Don’t you think Chloe is lucky? Don’t you think I should have that too? For a while at least! Look at that: clean-shaven and thick, and hard and perfect veins, and I love the color. Bet it tastes nice.” She started kissing the screen. Her friend fell about laughing. “God, I’m horny now. I can’t wait to get you into bed, honey.” She kissed me, so I presume she meant me!

“I need to go,” her friend said, and I was in a panic they might leave. I did perhaps hope I could have her pussy or mouth again. Down an alleyway, or in their car, or perhaps go home for a foursome. Although now, with the knowledge he was so well hung, I wasn’t sure I wanted that. I’d probably only end up watching while my girlfriend had even more and even heavier orgasms than usual. She was practically salivating over him.

I wasn’t sure if I was happy therefore that she headed for the restrooms instead of the door, and my girlfriend followed.

This left him and me in an awkward silence. We talked about beer, or football, or the décor or something, but certainly not about his cock or how hard I’d fucked his girlfriend's mouth the other day. Even in these highly charged sexual situations, I couldn’t start to talk to him about anything like that.

If we had talked, I’d have said something like this… “I think she wants you. I mean, I get the impression she really wants to fuck you. I don’t mind. I really don’t. I mean, as long as I can watch. I get a bit jealous when I can’t watch. I always think she’s fucking around. I mean she has a fiancé anyway and tons of admirers. Men send her dick pics at all sorts of times of the night. She can be asleep, and I see her phone buzzing off the bed with these images coming up. Telling me she doesn’t fuck any of them? Or, you know, get them off with pictures of her naked or sexting. Has she sent you pics of herself naked? No. Ok. I saw her photos the other week, tons of naked pictures, pictures dressed in her cute Japanese outfits, and well, at least a couple of blowjobs, which I’m sure weren’t my cock or her fiancé! Not yours either. Don’t worry, I’m not bothered.

I mean, honestly, I’d like to do it with Chloe again. She is hot and completely unflappable. I mean when you pushed her forward into all those men and my girlfriend looked after her by giving her to me. Well, that was so horny. Were you expecting loads of men to fuck her? Loads touched her. I’m sorry if you were. It took ages. Three guys had been in my girl in the time I took to fuck yours.

We should have a foursome! Do you ever suck dick? I’d love to suck yours. God, I would.”

But I didn’t say any of that, and he didn’t go on about having jerked off to my girlfriend and how much he wanted a night with her. How much he loved giving Chloe away, particularly if he could get something younger and even juicier back. Agh, well, the football scores had to do.

The two girls came back in an even more hyper mood than they had left in. The whole bar stared. “Open,” she said, and my girlfriend stuck her three middle fingers in my mouth, almost choking me. “Guess what we’ve been doing.” My sensitive throat was attacked, but once she had moved her fingers back a little, I could taste her fingers. Very obviously, they tasted of pussy. “Yep, I’ve been finger fucking fanny,” she said so loud the music wasn’t enough to hide her words. Men laughed, and women scowled. But it was a rough pub, and no one really cared to be genuinely annoyed.

“And not my own!” She now took her fingers out of my mouth, grabbed Chloe’s head and sucked at her mouth in a deep kiss. She winked at me as she did it and held my hand. The wink was always her way of telling me that it was ok, that really she was still mine completely, no matter how many cocks or cunts were rubbing over her at the time.

“I couldn’t get her off, but she didn’t even try with me! I’m still so horny.” The last sentence she whispered in my ear and licked deeply causing a great rumble of noise that I alone heard in the bar. I was disorientated, so I didn’t realize for a moment that she had left me, grabbed Chloe’s boyfriend's hand, and marched back to the toilets again. “I forgot to pee!” she shouted over her shoulder.

The barman followed her ass as she walked away and said to me, “Now that’s something to think about when fucking the wife tonight! She’s not an escort or something, is she? That would be bad for me.”

“No, just a fucking whore! I’m sorry, Chloe. I mean. I’m sorry. You’re friends. But she’ll be sucking him off now. I know she will. She did it once before. Left me on my own, when we were out, half an hour. When she came back, with this hot tall young guy still in tow, her hair was so disheveled, she had to have been doing something, but no, they just kissed, she said, and he felt her arse a bit. Oh, and she didn’t really want to. She was just being polite to him, she said! Bollocks! Does she not want him now, too? Yeah, sure.”

“You came inside me,” was her deadpan response. Then she smiled nicely.

“Oh yeah, the condom, sorry.”

“The lack of a condom,” she corrected me, playfully punching my shoulder.

“I know, well it came off, and I couldn’t do it by that point, could I? Don’t tell her. She’d go mad. She made me do tests before we could fuck without a condom because she doesn’t want to give her dumb fiancé anything.”

“Why does she stay with him?”

“I don’t know.”

“I think it’s because you’re still with your wife, but hey, just a guess!”

We chatted on nervously. Well I was nervous. I’m not sure how she felt. She was being cuckolded too, or cheated on, or whatever it is for a woman to lose their man to another woman. It's weird, it being her big pal of the moment, too.

Just before they got back, she said, “She’s good; she nearly got me off, but it takes a lot. I can hardly do it myself these days.”

“What about that big cock of his?”

“Well,” then they came back, and that sentence was never finished.

My girlfriend looked flushed and happy but less bouncy than before. She came up to me and snuggled. No one spoke. She whispered an order to me, and I passed it on to the barman. Four shots.

She dragged me to a table. “We’ve got to go,” the other guy said. He’d looked nervous as hell when he’d got back. I could tell he must have cum. Cum and come down. His high of being with such a hot woman, being wanted so much for nothing other than a cock to use, had faded. And, as I realized very soon, he was trying to get away before a more embarrassing thing happened, which I now know he was fully aware was going to happen.

My girlfriend kissed him. She snogged her friend, and her friend kind of patted me on the head. It was weird, but the whole thing had gone weird. Weird was a close companion on nights out these days.

“So,” I said.

“Shh,” she said.

And then she took something out of her palm that I realized she had been gripping all this time. It was a condom. It was a used condom, and it was full of junk. She smiled. “I remembered to use one!” As if this was all that she needed to say to make it all ok that she had left me and gone off with another guy and let him stick his huge cock up inside her in a toilet cubicle. I wondered then if they’d used the men’s or women’s. She was so dirty I guessed the men’s. Probably so other men could enjoy hearing her scream her pleasure. She was noisy and easy to make cum.

I had so many things to say, but she didn’t. Instead, she turned the condom over and squeezed the thick white liquid down the see-through tube. I glanced to see if anyone was watching. They didn’t seem to be but men’s eyes in a room are never long off her, so I didn’t believe in their cunning averted eyes.

The spunk dripped and slithered into one of the shot glasses. “Drink.”

Some kinky sluts might hold a man’s cum on their tongue until it's time to spit it into their cuckold's mouth. My wife had done that. It’s very exciting. I don’t mind the taste. She does, though, my girlfriend, my mistress, my wild honey lover. She hates the taste of cum and so thrusts her head down on any cock if she feels it spasming so the cum misses her taste buds. This was the alternative. Keep it in a condom that was deep inside her five minutes ago. I hadn’t expected that.

“Drink. Everyone’s watching. Don’t let me down.” My humiliation was nearly complete. She had made me surplus to requirement, using the other couple instead. She lifted it to me, and with mean eyes that only she could muster, she said, “Little worm dick, drink his horse cock cum. I’m sore; he fucked me so hard and deep. My cervix never feels like this with you. Drink it, or I’ll never touch you again.”

But actually, she did right away. She put her hand on my crotch and began to kneed it. I was already half hard. Her cruel words and the thought of tasting his cum mixed with vodka were enough to turn me on anyway. I loved it when she turned nasty; I couldn’t help but feel a thrill. This was even better, though; her hand was very obviously masturbating me through my jeans, and people watched now without embarrassment. No need, any longer, to pretend they weren’t.

I knocked it back, and as the cum and vodka glided over my tongue, I came in her hand and made loud noises I so wanted to hide. “Good boy,” she said and kissed me on the cheek then took my mouth and kissed me deeply.

“Ugh, he’s horrible!” and she downed our two spare shots quickly.

Back to her more pleasant self now, we left the pub to lustful eyes and even a round of applause from a few guys at one table. She curtsied, and for a moment, I thought she would go over to them and leave me stranded again. I wasn’t sure I could take that. I’d had enough.

She didn’t, though, and back in our AirB&B, I fucked her hard as she told me what she had done with the other two but still swore my cock worked best for reaching the right places. The number of orgasms she had didn’t lie anyway.

As we fell asleep in a sweaty tumble, she said, “I’ve told Chloe she should fuck with us, just the two of us and her. You’d like that, right? She said she’d had a better fuck with you than him. She wants to cheat properly. That ok?”

That was more than I could wish for. And it happened. And it…well, that’s a story for another day, right?