My cuckold life - Episode 3

This is the story of how my beautiful wife became my Mistress. She's asked me to write it and I know that she's telling the story too although she hasn't let me read her version yet.

I tossed and turned in the bed, too agitated and excited to sleep, waiting to hear the taxi pull up, waiting to hear Amanda's footsteps in the hall, waiting for my gorgeous wife to enter the bedroom. My cock was throbbing, as it strained within the boxers I had on and I could hear my heart as it pounded in my chest.

The urge to play with myself was almost irresistible but I knew better. I was desperate for Amanda to feel all of my hardness and I didn't want anything to temper my arousal. I squeezed my member through my pants, feeling the cotton, damp from my pre-cum, cool against my shaft. Every time I heard a car driving down my street my pulse raced and my excitement flared only to be disappointed when it didn't stop. I looked at the clock; 2:30 am.

At last I heard the sound of a car stopping outside the house but it didn't sound like a cab. It waited, engine idling for what seemed like an eternity but eventually I heard the sound of a door closing followed by a change in the engine note as it drove away. I heard the click of high heels coming through the porch, then the sound of the front door opening and closing, more clicking of heels on the tiled floor and then the creak of floorboards as Amanda climbed the stairs. Then she was there, standing at the foot of the bed. She was so beautiful, so sexy, she took my breath away. Her hair and clothes were disheveled and she moved a little unsteadily but she looked incredible all the same. Her black dress was short enough to show off her firm thighs and her perky breasts shaped the thin fabric perfectly. Her nipples were hard and made it obvious that if she had started the evening wearing a bra she wasn't wearing it now. Amanda reached behind her back and unzipped herself then shrugged and let the dress fall to the floor. As she stood there in her heels and black panties I thought I could make out love bites on her breasts. I watched as she slowly removed the panties, and still holding them moved towards the bed.

Then my gorgeous wife slipped into the bed next to me and I opened my arms to hold her. She felt warm as I stroked my hands all over her smooth body. As I caressed her firm buttocks she asked my if I'd been in long. "Oh not that long" I replied, "the trains were a mess," Both statements were correct even if they didn't tell the whole truth. "How was the party" I asked "any new faces?" "The party was great" Amanda replied "I think there were one or two new people." Again, both statements were true even if they didn't tell the whole story.

I moved to kiss Amanda on the lips and initially she responded. Then, just as I noticed an unusual yet strangely familiar taste, she pulled away abruptly. "I forgot to clean my teeth". "Don't worry, you taste fine; what have you been eating?" "Oh just a few titbits" she replied, before pressing her lips to mine. As I explored her mouth, I felt sure that the taste was nothing to do with the nibbles Wendy had laid on.

As we finished kissing I held her close and decided to probe a little more. "So did you behave yourself?" I asked. I sensed Amanda tense, and she hesitated a little before replying "Of course not. You know me. I danced with Wendy for a lot of the evening, drank too much and it all got a bit loud. Good fun though. Why, d’you ask?" "Oh, I just thought that I could smell smoke on you, that's all." She relaxed a little. "Oh, you're probably right. I did go outside for some air at one point and someone was smoking." I went on "So, as we're both awake, how about you let me enjoy that sexy body of yours?" "I'm not sure you'd enjoy me so much right now" Amanda replied "I got very sweaty on the dance floor. How about I have a shower in the morning and we make love then?" "Hmmm, hot and sweaty, just how I like you" I whispered and with that I started to plant loving kisses all over Amanda's firm breasts paying special attention to the little red bruises I could make out in the faint light.

At first I could sense a little tension in her body but after a few minutes Amanda started to relax and I began to plant kisses on her stomach. Soon I was caressing her smooth mound with my lips as I moved my mouth towards her pussy. I started to ease her legs apart and although she resisted momentarily her outer labia were soon just inches from my face. I breathed deeply through my nose and could smell her pungent sex. The smell of her juices mixed with her lovers cum. At that moment I was in awe of my wife and the sexual goddess that she had become and there was only one way to show my devotion. So I pressed my lips against hers and plunged my tongue deep inside her pussy. As I tasted another man's cum inside her sex for the very first time I knew that I was destined to become a devoted cuckold and for reasons I still cannot properly explain I was deliriously happy with the situation. Perhaps I wouldn't have been quite as content if I'd known what the future had in store for me.

Soon Amanda was cumming hard and the convulsions within her squeezed her lovers juices into my mouth. I swallowed everything I could, relishing in my newly found subservience. When her excitement finally subsided I kissed my way back up her body and moved myself into position so that I could enter her with my cock. It slid in easily and as I pressed myself deep inside her Amanda opened her eyes and looked deeply into mine. I'm not sure what came over me but I whispered "I know". "Know what?" She asked. "What you did at the party. I was there. I watched you on the dance floor and then outside, from the bushes"

"Oh my god" Amanda exclaimed. "That was you watching us! And even though you watched him fuck me just a few hours ago you still you went down on me?" "Yes" I replied " I love you and watching the two of you just made me want you more" Amanda hesitated, then smiled. "Well, I suppose I'm glad you feel that way. I'm surprised that you're OK with it though. He fucked me very hard. He couldn't get enough of me. He even insisted that I suck him off in the car before I came in." Hearing her talk like this made me feel incredibly jealous but all I could do was to press myself slowly into her pussy. "I'm not sure why you're fucking me" my wife continued "his cock was huge compared to yours. He's stretched me out so that I can hardly feel you. He was such a good fuck. He made me cum time and again. His cock pushed way past where you're getting to. I'm not sure how you're going to pleasure me now" by now I was fit to burst and Amanda sensed it. "In fact," she said "this seems pointless. We're going to have to let my pussy recover if you're going to fuck me so you'd better stop now." But I couldn't stop and I begged her not to make me. "Well, if you're going to get pleasure when I'm not then I need to be able to do the same. What do you suggest?" I was so desperate to go on fucking her I promised her that she could have whoever she wanted whenever and wherever she wanted and that I would never complain. "OK she said, we'll try it. You can carry on as long as I can have complete freedom from now on. Do you agree?" I agreed. "And, you understand this is a one way arrangement. You stay faithful to me at all times. Do you agree?" I agreed. "And finally you will do whatever I ask. No hesitation. Got it?" 'Yes Babe, I've got it." "OK then" she sighed. "You can finish fucking me. But don't call me babe. From now on, whenever we're alone together you call me Mistress. Understand? "Yes Mistress", I replied as my cock spasmed and my balls emptied into my wife to mix with what was left of her lovers cum.