I indicated to turn right into the drive of our house.
As I did so, I noticed that his car was parked there
but he’d left me ample room to park mine. I was a few
minutes early but it didn’t matter too much as I have a
protocol to follow should this very situation arise.

I let myself into the house and went through into the
kitchen to make a coffee to k**l time and also in an
effort to calm my nervousness over whether I had yet
fully paid for my transgression some weeks ago. As I
stood there staring into the low-lit garden and sipping
the hot coffee, I heard movement upstairs.

It went quiet for a while and then the soft sound of
footsteps descending, followed a few seconds later by
the front door opening and then gently closing. I heard
the car door open and then shut, followed a short while
later by the starting of the engine. I heard the car
turn in the drive and then the diminishing sound as it
drove off along the road.

I waited until I could hear no further sound and then
rinsed the coffee cup, leaving it on the side of the
sink. I switched off the outside lights and then moved
towards the stairs, switching off the house lights as I
went. With some trepidation I started up the stairs.

As my head came level with the landing I saw there was
light spilling out from one of the rooms, possibly
mine. As I reached the landing I caught my breath, the
door to my room was slightly ajar but the room was in
darkness; the light was coming from our bedroom. My
heart and breathing quickened. Had I at last been
forgiven? I passed my room and turned the corridor.

Approaching the door revealed more of the inside of the
room as I drew nearer. First the light source, then the
end of the bed and finally as much of the room as could
be seen through the half-open door. I stopped in the
doorway. She was a gorgeous sight.

My wife lay naked and stretched her full length across
our bed; the sheets under her were rumpled, with one of
them half on the floor as was one of the pillows. I
waited, both to take in the wonderful sight of her and
hopefully for the sign which would indicate that I had
been forgiven.

I stayed stock still for nearly a minute, then, as if
only just noticing my presence, she gave me the sign as
only she could. Gently, she angled towards me, feet
first. She stayed still for a short while and then
slowly parted her legs.

As I watched, transfixed she lifted her hips slightly
and then, clenching her muscles, expressed a generous
bubble of Mark’s cum. I moved nearer the bed as I undid
my shirt. As I stood next to it, I started to undress.
Nothing was said. All my actions were taken slowly, so
as not to break the mood.

When I was naked I stood slightly away from the bed.
Her gaze dropped to my penis; it stood out straight for
its full length of four inches. She looked back at me
and smiled, giving the merest hint of a nod. I moved
back to the bed and then gently knelt between her
parted legs. I looked at her again and then lowered my
head.

Her long labia were opened like butterfly wings, flat
against her where they been displaced by the root of
Mark’s thrusting penis. The scent of his cum was the
first thing I noticed, followed quickly by his scent
mixed with hers. The insides of her thighs were wet as
was the area around her opening, still slightly agape
from their love-making.

Holding back my impatience, I paused slightly and then
moved closer to her. As I did so, she slightly raised
her hips. I needed no further hint and I moved in to my
goal. The taste of his cum mixed with her love juices
was exquisite. I settled myself fully onto the bed and
then began to lap the flow of Mark’s cum leaking my
wife’s open cunt.

I was careful not to touch or get too near to her
clitoris. The last time she had permitted me this
wonderful kindness, I had given in to the temptation to
flick my tongue across it in the hope of stimulating
her. I couldn’t have been more wrong. She jerked away
from me.

‘No!’ she half-shouted, drawing away as quickly as if
she’d been hurt.

I immediately apologised but to no avail. I was sent to
my room along the corridor where I lay in bed still
with the taste of their love-making in my mouth as I
masturbated. That was several weeks ago; I wasn’t going
to make the same mistake again.

This time I was careful and meticulous in cleaning her.
I took nearly 20 minutes, gently probing her with my
tongue to reach as much as I could from deep inside
her. I rested my tongue sometimes by licking the juices
from the inside of her thighs before probing inside her
again to see if more of his cum had flowed to where I
could reach it. Eventually it was clear that I had got
all I could from her. She must have sensed it herself
as she slightly shifted so that I could finish with my
favourite thing.

She raised her legs, bending them at the knees, leaving
here gorgeous arse exposed and raised towards me.
Placing a had on each of her firm arse cheeks, I gently
parted them and then, with a pause during which I
inhaled deeply but quietly, took in the wonderful scent
of her love juice mixed with his cum that has run from
her, down in between the cleft of her arse. Closing my
eyes with the bliss of it all, I started to lick her
cleft clean.

I did this for perhaps a little longer than necessary,
in truth, really as long as I could get away with as I
am sometimes allowed to probe her anus a little with my
tongue, but she eventually signalled that she’d had
enough by lowering her legs. Reluctantly, I pulled away
as she moved slightly away from me and then turned onto
her side, facing the centre of the bed. She fumbled
around to discover her pillow and lay her head upon it,
smiling at me.

I got up and retrieved the second pillow from the floor
and placed it by hers. I lay on the bed facing her and
we both pulled the crumpled sheet over our naked
bodies. We lay for a short while looking at each other
but saying nothing. Then, she moved towards me putting
her hand on the side of my face and kissed me, her
tongue probing my lips and mouth.

‘Goodnight my darling,’ she said softly, and then, ‘I
love you David.’

‘Goodnight my love,’ I said, ‘I love you too,’ and
then, ‘thank you,’ as I kissed her on her forehead.

I watched her as she slipped into sleep. When her
breathing had slipped into a steady rhythm I slowly
turned and reached for the tissues next to the bed.
Placing a wad of them over the end of my penis, I
started to masturbate. It didn’t take long. It never
did.

You may well ask how I came to be in this situation.

Getting drunk at a neighbourhood party instigated the
events that started when my wife, Alice, took benefit
of the situation when we got home and asked me to tell
her my hidden desires. It was then that I confessed
that I longed to be the submissive partner to a strong
and dominant woman. Since I am not blessed with a
sizable penis, she wondered she could suggest a way that
we both could be satisfied, as long as we both agreed
and one which wouldn’t affect our marriage.

That is why, when she decided to let the husband of a
close couple be the man who cuckolded me, it solved the
problem of keeping the activity private, having a single
partner who was clean, and someone whose business she
enjoyed. Alice explored the idea to see how Mark’s wife
would be affected if she took him as a lover. It was
pure luck that she and Mark are also very much in love
but that she had a very low sex drive and wished that
Mark would not put so many sexual demands on her.

When my wife begins a sexual episode she slips into her
dominant self; she controls every aspect of our sexual
life as long as we want to maintain this cuckold
lifestyle. My wife has gotten the penis she needs to
feel totally fulfilled by taking her lover to bed.
Mark’s penis is 7-1/2 inches long and thick.

Alice says that the feeling she gets when he penetrates
her is absolutely beyond description. When he’s fully
within her, she feels really stretched as well as
feeling him hit her cervix when he pushes deep inside.
This is something I can not ever provide for her and, in
her dominant mode, she mockingly tells me so. If we
didn’t have this cuckold relationship, Alice has told
me that she could probably live with me giving her
orgasms with my fingers or mouth but that it wouldn’t
be the same.

I am a typical male when I am not participating in the
cuckold activity. But in sexual matters my wife takes
total control. I am allowed to penetrate my wife with
my small penis only three times a year, my birthday,
mid-summers day, and New Years Eve. Since my wife
either masturbates me or I masturbate myself
frequently, I have the same sexual frequency as if we
did the typical thing. The difference is the she directs
my masturbation. I sometimes consume my cum.

So there you have it. Something we both get a kick
from. I have to play by the rules and Alice gets to
direct and control the arrangement. Mark and I never
mention the matter to each other when we meet and
neither does Alice and Mark’s wife. The arrangement has
never been brought up when the four of us meet for a
social evening together. It is an arrangement which
suits us all well.

Generally, there are two scenarios which I am subjected
to. The first is what I’ve just explained in some
detail above. Mark is invited round for the evening and
I have to go out somewhere and not return before an
appointed time. Sometimes I get a couple of days notice
and sometimes, like today, I get told when I return
from work and have to shower and change in double quick
time to get out before Mark arrives. I’m never asked
where I go or if I’ve been able to grab something to
eat.

Today is different however and the least frequent of
the two possibilities. It is also the one I at all times get
notice for. Tonight, Mark is coming around for dinner
with us both and will then stay for the night. It is
the scenario I like the best.

When I get home on such an evening, Alice has created a
particular effort on her already lovely appearance. Her
skirt is shorter than usual, making the most of her
well shaped legs. Also, she wears a close fitting top,
usually with no bra underneath, accentuating her firm
and well shaped breasts and making the nipples
prominent. The table is set for three and the meal is
almost completely prepared. I shower and change and
generally make myself useful selecting the wine and
clearing any dishes that need washing and putting away.

We are usually both ready about 10 minutes before Mark
is due to arrive (he is never early) so we sit and chat
over a glass of well chilled white wine. At the agreed
time, we both hear his car draw up and Alice gets up to
great him while I clear up the glasses.

I hear the door open, a muffled greeting and then the
door close. Then there is silence for half a minute or
so before they both enter the room. Alice looks radiant
and clearly excited by the intimate greeting they had
shared in the hallway. Mark looks like a man in control
as he shakes my hand and proffers a bottle of wine. I
thank him and then return to the kitchen to return with
three glasses of wine. They are sat side by side on the
sofa holding hands. I hand around the glasses and we
three spend a convivial 20 minutes or so making
friendly conversation before Alice announces that
dinner will be about ready.

As she moves about, it is clear how affected she is to
have Mark about and also me in the situation I have
been relegated to. Her whole being takes on a
flirtatious air, her eyes sparkle, and she moves
provocatively to accentuate her shorter skirt and tight
top. Her nipples are noticeably erect and she takes the
opportunity to lightly touch Mark at any time she finds
herself near him.

As Alice has prepared the meal, I slip into the role of
benign host, ensuring that the wine flows, clearing the
dishes from the table, helping to serve our guest and
generally being more in the background as Alice and
Mark spend the evening over a candlelit dinner.

The conversation flows as it does between three
friends. As the meal draws to a close, I clear the
table once more and make the coffee. When I return with
it, they are in conversation, their hands lightly
touching. We make conversation over coffee and liquors
until conversation mutually slows. When it eventually
stops, I rise from the table.

‘I’ll clear the table and stack the dishwasher,’ I say.

I take a few of the plates and head for the kitchen. By
the time I’ve rinsed them and put the first load in the
dishwasher and return for the remainder, Alice and Mark
have gone.

I busy myself stacking the washer and clearing the
table, putting out the lights and securing the house.
As I begin up the stairs I can hear the faint sound of
Alice’s laughter coming from the bathroom as they
shower together. The door to our bedroom is open and I
can see items of their clothing scattered on the floor.

I turn and go to my room. I use the shower in the small
bathroom and climb naked into bed, leaving my door
slightly ajar but switching off the light. The landing
is lit only from the light spilling out from our
bedroom. What happens to that light dictates the sort
of night I may have.

Most times it will slowly disappear as the door to our
bedroom is quietly closed. Then I lay awake, straining
to catch any sound coming from the room. Sometimes, I
can hear movement, sometimes nothing at all. I lay
there awake, my imagination running wild and knowing I
will discover sleep only when I have masturbated.

Then there are the other times, like tonight.

I heard movement and then the door of their bathroom
close, then movement again followed shortly afterwards
by the spilled light on the landing increasing. The
door of our bedroom had been opened wider. I waited a
few seconds and then quietly got out of bed, pulled my
door further open and returned to bed. From our bedroom
I heard soft voices but nothing distinct; then movement
and then quiet. After a few moments, I heard soft
noises and then mutterings and then a sharp intake of
breath followed soon afterwards by short gasps. After a
couple of minutes or so there were gasps and grunts as
Mark started to make love to my wife.

I lay naked on top of my bed. It was such a turn-on to
listen to them. Alice became much louder as she was
roused and started to talk in short, staccato gasps as
she urged Mark on. Initially it was telling him how she
loved him to suck her breasts, and clearly enjoying it
as he responded to her wishes. This went on for several
minutes when it went silent for a short while before
starting up again, but this time with a deep
sensuality.

‘Do it,’ I clearly heard her demand.

I smiled in the darkness with a perverse satisfaction.
She’d told him to go down on her, something she adored
above all else. The slight issue was, he didn’t care
for it but he had no choice. He hasn’t yet fully
realised that she rules us both.

‘Oh, yes,’ I clearly heard her whisper, followed by a
long low moan.

What followed for several minutes was the sound of her
urging him on, telling him not to stop, her speech
coming in gasps. I was sure I could hear the wetness of
her under the ministration of his tongue. This
continued for some while, steadily increasing in
loudness and urgency. Then it changed.

‘Don’t stop! she gasped, which meant only one thing.
With a low moan and then almost a shout, she came.

Alice having an orgasm is a noisy company. She doesn’t
do it by halves. She shouts and squirts at the same
time uttering a stream of obscenities as the spasms
wrack her. This time was no exception and I got a
little satisfaction as I heard Mark splutter as he was
caught out by the initial squirt. Alice made a noise
for a while and then settled down to a low moan as her
orgasm tailed off. There was a few seconds pause as she
finally went quiet, and then she spoke.

‘Come inside me.’

I waited in anticipation, almost in agony to be called.

Once, some time ago, after Alice had orgasmed, she
called me. When I entered the room, she was kneeling on
the bed, her fine arse arched high. Behind her knelt
Mark, his large and hard penis standing out
horizontally. He looked at me but said nothing. He was
obviously uneasy with my presence, but the choice
wasn’t his. Alice spoke.

‘Help Mark into me,’ she said.

She raised her arse slightly to expose her soaked
pussy. Wordlessly, I reached for Mark’s cock and held
it as she moved back onto the head of it. She hesitated
and then pushed down, taking about an inch of it into
her. She hesitated, lifted off and then back down
again, taking in about two inches. As she lifted off
again, I noticed that love juice was literally flowing
from her and onto his cock. She went back down again,
paused as I moved my hand, and then taking in the full
length of him. I watched, fascinated. Now I was going
to be allowed to watch. However, it was not to be.

‘Go back to your room now,’ said Alice.

I stood and left the room with as much dignity as a
naked man with an erection was able and whose wife was
just about to be fucked by another man. I meekly closed
the door.

Sadly though, it was not gonna happen tonight. As my
anticipation was at its highest, I heard movement and
then a sharp intake of breath as he entered her
followed by a couple of gasps as he gave two rapid
thrusts (something he at all times does according to Alice).
Then he started to fuck her. I don’t know how long they
went on for, but it felt like an age. It was made more
exciting by the sounds Alice made. She was absolutely
shameless.

A stream of obscenities, begging to be fucked, shouts
for more cock, calls to go harder, yelps as I heard a
sharp smack of a hand on her arse, begging to be fucked
like a dog, it went on and on, the sound of his body
slapping into her as he drove harder and harder onto
her. The short silences as they changed position and
then started again. How I envied his stamina (and his
penis).

The sound of his strokes got quicker and shorter and I
heard Alice egging him on, her voice now strained as
she tried to rein back her orgasm, waiting for Mark.
Then, a final gasp from Alice, followed by a long, low
groan from Mark as he started to come. As he did so,
Alice let go with a strained cry and he almost
bellowing as he filled my wife. They seemed to go on
for some time before they went quiet.

In the silence, however much I tried to suppress it, my
anticipation rose again. I waited in exquisite agony in
the silence. Things could now go one of two methods.

Then, the sound of movement: I heard footsteps. I held
my breath; were they gonna close their door, the one
way things could go? There was a pause, and then
footsteps on the landing, heading towards my room.
Things were going the other way.

Alice stood framed in the doorway naked, lit only by
the light spilling out from their room. She walked over
to my bed, her right hand held down in front of her,
her generous labia held closed between her fingers. She
stood by the bed looking down at me; nothing was said.
She bent over and kissed me lightly on the lips, still
with her hand in front of her. In acceptance of this
private ritual, I moved down the bed until my head was
well clear of the headboard.

Alice then knelt on the bed and then, still holding her
labia closed, lifted her leg and bestrode my head,
facing down the length of my body. The scent of their
lovemaking hung heavily around her as the inside of her
thighs and her pubis were wet. She leant forwards,
supporting her weight firstly on her free arm and then,
letting go of her labia, she took her weight on both
arms and lowered her wet pussy to within an inch of my
face. I waited.

After a few seconds, a thread of Mark’s cum leaked from
her; as it reached my lips, Alice leaned forwards and
took my penis into her mouth. The action served to open
her labia and his cum flooded out and into my grateful
open mouth. I loved this best of all, the quantity, the
freshness, the warmth, the taste and scent of them both
and my penis in Alice’s mouth.

Alice knows me well and is alert for the signs that I
am gonna cum; cumming in her mouth isn’t an option.
She lifted her head as I was about to cum and stroked
me by hand, at the same time lowering herself fully
onto my mouth. It was bliss! My face buried in her wet
pussy and she stroking me as I came, my gasps muffled
by her labia. There is nothing as erotic.

As I calmed down, I felt Alice tense her muscles to
eject the last of Mark’s cum for me to take. I
gratefully took the last precious drops, not knowing
when I’d be allowed to do this again. I ran my tongue
towards her anus but she lifted away before I could get
there. She lifted clear of me and then swivelled around
and kissed me on the forehead.

‘Goodnight my love,’ she said.

I fleetingly wondered of the possibility that Alice
might return in the morning as she had once before.
Then, she had come into my room and wordlessly bent to
kiss me. As she did, she pushed her tongue into my
mouth, thereby releasing her mouthful of Mark’s cum
into mine. Perhaps she’d do it again in the morning.

It was then that I noticed Mark stood in the doorway
leaning against the doorframe as he watched. My
thoughts of such a thing vanished.

Nobody spoke. Alice moved away from my bed.

Mark, almost casually, heaved himself upright and
walked to the side of my bed. I looked up at him,
pausing to glance at his heavy but flaccid and wet
penis and the matted and soaked pubic hair around its
root. Whilst rapidly trying to find out the change in
our routine, in one fluid moment he first knelt on the
bed and then bestrode me facing the head of the bed his
now seemingly gigantic penis a few inches from my face. He
waited, as did Alice and I. Then the cells in my brain
made connections and I realised.

In silent obedience, I opened my mouth…