CUCKOLD:CHEATING

Cuckold for the first time - part 3…v2

We both end up getting off on cheating and I imagine her being treated like garbage by the trashcans

There are three versions of the conclusion to this story. Only one of them is true. Which one?

Version 2

After making the middle-aged man cheat on his wife while she was in the same hotel, and after I had licked his cum out of her, she wanted to go back downstairs. “Can’t we just fuck again? I need to fuck you right now.”

Of course we couldn’t just stay in our room and fuck, like normal people, she had to go and do something more exciting, cause some kind of mischief. Before we went back down stairs though she got more tarted up than ever and made sure she sorted her make up. She looked fantastic and I wanted to rip them all off her again. I took photos of her as she posed then she swept out of the room.

This time we got into the 50th birthday party itself and found a seat to watch the dancing. A woman had made the mistake of inviting us to the party on a drunken trip to the toilet and so here we were. Across the other side of the dance floor the man she’d so recently been letting fuck her was sat tightly up with his wife, sipping at a beer and looking nervous. I felt for him but it gave me a twinge of excitement to watch him squirm. She was rubbing off on me, I was getting as evil as her.

I could see she was already getting fidgety and so I went to get her a drink. The birthday boy was at the bar, laughing along with all his friends. I could imagine what would have happened if I’d allowed her to go and get the drinks. She’d had flirted with them, probably touched them and rubbed them right there, letting them grope her ass. Then she’d have gone outside after whispering in their ears. How many? Eight? Yeah probably all of them would have gone. They’d have had to be idiots or saints not to follow her sexy body.

Then out the back by the dirty bins, she’d have knelt and sucked them all off, letting them fuck her face like the first time I met her, well properly met her when she wasn’t one of my uni students. They’d have filmed her and photographed her and even more of her porn would have been across the internet forever, thousands of men jerking to her for years to come. I’d probably find the video eventually, on a lonely night solo night. Reminiscing my times with her and jerking myself off, feeling painful jealousy and extreme lust all barrelled into one. I’d wish I could still do a bit of that grabbing her pretty head, grimacing as I make her gag on one final hard shove and a ton of cum. The guys on the video doing it too. It’s no wonder the barman had to ask me three times what I wanted, the way my thoughts ran. “Yeah double vodka and a pint please.”

She’d have to text me to come and get her because she’d be too covered in cum to come back inside to find me. Although knowing her she’d probably walk in like that, mascara running down her face, mixing with cum on her cheeks, eyelashes, hair and clothes, her top ripped open, all just to show off and get the cheating husbands into trouble. I know this because when I finally stop my imagination I see she has joined the exact couple we should be avoiding. She’s not bored now.

I bring the pint over and sit next to her. She is animatedly talking to the woman, stretching right across her cheating husband, with her cleavage obviously flaunted, but cleverly ignoring him completely. I can see why she is doing it. She is trying to make herself look unthreatening, (except for her boobs, all women find her boobs threatening, so do a lot of men) while at the same time the hand nearest to him is under the table and is rubbing on her knee, inches from where the couple are holding hands. He looks pained and unable to speak. My lover is acting drunk, but the double she downs is the first alcohol she’s had. She introduces me and gives me a big kiss, then drops her phone on the floor.

She grabs his crotch I am sure. It’s difficult to see but I know that wasn’t an accident, dropping her phone like a drunk. I am dying here. Perhaps she should be outside right now being used by loads of men, her hair pulled, perhaps name calling, spitting. Maybe a group, egged on by each other, even with a willing woman, would go to far and hit her or piss on her or… oh shit. Is she just embarrassing and hurting me so much that these thoughts thrill me? She doesn’t deserve that. I love her after all. But god I get hard thinking.

Finally she comes to dance with me. Dancing isn’t her thing but I love it and at least we are away from that couple. “Would you like to fuck her, his wife?” I look puzzled as we bop a little back and forth to the cheesy 80’s hits. “I left my number with both of them. In case they want to come up in the night, they are staying here tonight, lots of party guests are.”

She told me later she’d written separate scribbled notes to both of them, and delivered them separately, secretly. But inviting them both to wife swap. She wanted to see if they’d do such a thing together.

They didn’t both come. He did, for a second round. Guilt and logic overtaken by lust. I know that feeling. And even though it woke us both up she obliged by giving him head and one of her magnificent tit wanks. She let it dry on her and we slept again. I licked it off in the morning.

He didn’t know his wife knew about the invitation too. They never had talked about it it seems, because my lover got a stream of angry texts in the morning from the wife and arguments raged in the lobby. She had guessed where he was when she’d woken up alone. We hid until it had gone all quiet, which wasn’t until lunch time. No one came to ask us to leave. And best of all she was so turned on by the texts, that she cheekily replied to, winding the woman up more, that she fucked me in every way possible for the rest of the day.

If you jumped in halfway through this story then here are the first two parts:

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