Half an hour later, I lay awake on the sofa in the darkness, unable to sleep, my heart and mind torn, suspended in the familiar agony somewhere between Cuckold Heaven and Alpha Male Hell.

From behind the closed bedroom door came the dull but unmistakable sounds of my sweet, pretty wife being comprehensively and very willingly fucked for a second time. Her cries of ecstasy were muffled as if she was trying to suppress the noise, but I knew them well to know that she was receiving the fucking of a lifetime.

Though this time her fall into infidelity had been lightning fast, it should not have been a surprise. A gorgeous, smooth-talking man like Marcus, a full ten years older than me but both bigger and stronger, would have been too much for Alice to resist in normal circumstances, but this week had not been normal at all.

Whether it was the freedom of the holiday, the warmth of the sun, or something coming from deep within her, something had heightened her sexuality to an entirely new and, to me, alarming degree.

Since her first seduction over a year ago, Alice’s sexuality had been a constant presence in our lives. Usually bubbling just below the surface, it broke through spectacularly from time to time and had taken over completely on the many occasions she had been spectacularly fucked by one of her increasing number of lovers.

But this week had been different, even for her. This night was different; something altogether more powerful had taken over, as if she was being driven by something feral and irresistible within her.

I listened to the noises coming from the bedroom and rolled onto my side. Sleep would have been impossible with my head full of the sounds of her infidelity and I knew better than to try, but tonight my rock-hard erection refused to release me long enough to even contemplate it.

Thump-thump-thump-thump.

‘Ooooohhhhh!’

A long, low, half-stifled moan came through the door as the relentless pace of fucking continued.

Despite the closed door, their first copulation had been as hot and as passionate as I had ever known my wife to have enjoyed. As if, far from having been reluctantly seduced, she had been desperate to have this man’s body inside hers from the start.

This second fucking was much slower, much more evenly paced, would last much longer and, if she ran to form, would take my wife to a much more intense climax.

I hoped and expected to hear those wild, ecstatic, orgasmic cries soon.

Though I could not understand what had come over her, at that moment I could do nothing but lie there, listen to the sounds of her infidelity, and feel the agonising, sickening blend of jealousy, anger, arousal, pride, adoration, impotence and misery that the cuckold knows so well.

Finally, a short, muted, high-pitched squeal came through the door, then was choked off by the intensity of a climax as intense as I any had heard before.

A long, deep silence followed, a silence in which all I could hear was my own anxious breathing.

I pictured Marcus’ body held still above hers. I pictured his cock, long and thick, pulsating in her vagina as he filled her with his semen; I pictured their eyes locked together as his seed flowed through her orgasmically-dilated cervix and into the dark, welcoming womb beyond.

Then there were no more sounds. I fell back on the couch, exhausted.

In the silence, I must have dozed off for a moment because it was after two o’clock in the morning when I was woken suddenly by my mobile phone ringing. I grabbed it, looked at the screen and saw to my astonishment that it was Carmen calling.

I sprang to my feet, rushed to the apartment’s kitchen and closed the door before tapping the green button.

“Hi, Carmen,” I said suspiciously. “This is late, even for you!”

“I thought you might still be awake,” she replied. “I just thought I’d call to see if everything was okay after yesterday’s mix-up. How are things?”

My suspicions were immediately aroused. Apart from a call this late being way out of character for the She-Devil, she was far too relaxed an individual to be losing sleep over Marcus’ unexpected arrival.

“Everything’s fine, thanks,” I replied in as normal a voice as I could manage.

“Marcus is lovely, isn’t he?” she carried on.

Now I knew she was up to something.

“He’s very friendly,” I answered disingenuously. “And very good company, as you said.”

“And drop-dead gorgeous too?”

“He’s very good looking, I agree!”

I could see where this was going.

“I’m pleased you all got on okay. Can I have a quick word with him now - if he’s up?” she added, stressing the last word.

My suspicion-o-meter was going off the scale now, so I decided to ‘cut the crap’ and come straight to the point.

“You know perfectly well that he can’t come to the phone. Neither can Alice and you know why. You knew perfectly well what was likely to happen when the two of them met and you were right. Carmen, you bloody well set us up again, didn’t you?”

The sound of laughter came loud and clear through the handset.

“Oh, Mister Cuckold, you’ve seen straight through me!” she laughed mockingly. “I just couldn’t resist it. When I heard Marcus was coming out for a week’s training, I just had to see if I could tempt you two to go one step further.”

“Well, it worked. I hope you’re proud of yourself,” I said, my tummy churning and my chest aching at the humiliation of being tricked yet another time.

“Have they been together…”

“All evening? Yes, they have and they’re in the bedroom now.” I thought for a moment. “That’s why you called me so late, isn’t it? You guessed I’d be sleeping on the couch and would still be awake. You are pure evil, Carmen.”

Another wicked laugh came down through the telephone.

“Well, you two ARE a bit predictable. Don’t worry; it’s one of the many things I love about you. Was it good? For both of you, I mean?”

I took a deep breath to calm myself down. There was no point getting angry or upset; we had been manipulated again but as usual, the result had been a first-class success.

“Well,” I answered a bit resentfully. “I haven’t been able to watch properly this time, but from what I can hear…”

“Oh no!” Carmen sympathised, “Poor Mister Cuckold!”

“BUT,” I carried on doggedly. “Judging from the noises coming through the door, it must have been amazing. I’ve never heard her squeal so much or cum so noisily, not even with Steve!”

“Well, she had a bit of a head start this time,” Carmen said enigmatically, but before I could ask her to explain, she carried on. “He’s a bit of a charmer, isn’t he? I bet you like him too. How long did lovely Alice take to fall in lust with him?”

I laughed hollowly.

“Carmen, I’ve never seen anything like it. She seemed hooked from the moment he came into the apartment. The more we talked and got to know each other, the more she seemed to like him and want him. Even I could tell it was only a matter of time before he… before they…”

“Before they were going to fuck?” she finished my sentence for me.

“Yes,” I reluctantly agreed. “And they’ve been doing it ever since they came back from dinner.”

“You didn’t go too? I thought you liked to watch the seduction.”

How on earth did she know that? I hadn’t mentioned it to her. But as usual, she was quite right; watching my wife succumb to a seducer was almost as exciting as watching her actually being fucked.

“I brought the kids back early so they could have some privacy, but to be honest he didn’t need it. I knew she was going to be his before they left the apartment.”

“You have to admit he IS gorgeous,” Carmen agreed. “In her current state, your sweet little wife didn’t stand a chance.”

Again, there was the suggestion of something, but again I missed it.

“I’ve never seen her like this before,” I confessed. “Even before Marcus arrived, she was turned on most of the time, sunbathing in her tiniest bikini and going topless around the pool.”

Carmen chuckled knowingly down the phone; I didn’t pick up the nuance and continued:

“It was like she couldn’t stop flaunting herself. You remember she was a bit… brazen when we were here with you and we first met Mitch? Remember those tiny shorts she wore? Well, it was like that but much worse...”

Carmen laughed softly as I went on.

“She’s needed sex every day; sometimes more than once.”

“Wow! She actually wanted sex with her husband?” Carmen teased sarcastically. “Whatever next?”

“You know perfectly well what I mean,” I chided. “I know she’s been turned on by Julie and the idea of being an escort, but this week has been off the scale. I’m not sure who stood less of a chance, her or Marcus!”

“You have to make allowances, Mister C,” Carmen’s voice was smooth and with a soft, amused lilt. “Right now, she’s likely to feel a bit more… needy that way.”

This time her hint did get through to me. A cold lump formed in my stomach.

“What do you mean, ‘right now’?” I asked slowly.

“I mean, while she’s ovulating,” Carmen replied in a strange matter-of-fact voice. “Women often get the hots when they’re most fertile. The girl’s simply on heat!”

My mouth fell open.

“Fertile? But she’s on the pill. She’s been on it ever since that second date with Steve! She hasn’t ovulated for a year unless…”

“Jesus, Mister Cuckold, didn’t you know? Your lovely wife came off the pill weeks ago. She’s been fertile for ages.”

“Oh my God!”

“Didn’t you notice? Didn’t she tell you?”

“No…”

Since my vasectomy years ago, birth control had hardly been mentioned. I knew my wife had gone back on the pill once she had started sleeping with other men and had just assumed that had continued.

Suddenly the last couple of months began to make sense. Alice had been much more emotional, her moods rising and falling with her cycle exactly as they had done before she had started taking birth control. But how could I have been expected to see this and understand?

“She hated the way her skin had gone oily and spotty,” Carmen explained. “And she thought she was putting on weight too. The same thing happened to me when I was on the pill, so I suggested she come off it and get a coil fitted instead. She told me she had an appointment for it in a few weeks’ time but couldn’t bear the spots any longer, so she stopped the pill straight away. I know she used condoms with her client that night and just thought she…”

An icy realisation came over me. I dropped the phone on the table and rushed through to the bathroom, where I pulled open my wife’s toilet bag and tipped into contents into the sink. There were no birth control pills to be seen but there was a new, unopened pack of ribbed and studded condoms.

Unopened! Oh Jesus Christ!

And then I heard it; the soft but steady thump-thump sound coming once again from the bedroom.

Oh my God!

I ran back to the lounge and grabbed Alice’s handbag then tipped it out on the coffee table. The mess was terrible: keys, makeup, diary, money... but there were no birth control pills there either. I did find her Slim Jim vibrator and another large packet of condoms, this time extra thin.

Alice and I only ever used ribbed and studded rubbers, so these must have been bought for her lovers.

But this pack was also unopened.

“Hello? Are you there?” Carmen’s distorted voice crackled through my phone speaker, but I ignored it as I ran to the bedroom door.

Thump-thump-thump-thump! They were fucking again. My God, the man had stamina!

I put my hand on the door handle and tried to turn it, but it was locked. I could have forced it, but the kids’ door was directly opposite the bedroom. If I burst in on the lovers now, there would be a row and the kids would hear everything. I couldn’t risk that.

The balcony! That might work!

I ran back to the lounge and out of the sliding doors onto the patio, then round the side of the house to the bedroom window and climbed awkwardly onto the low balcony. The window was closed, but from the position of the handle I could tell it wasn’t locked. The curtains were half open and there was a low light in the room from two candles which gave me a clear view of the room and of the bed!

Our bed!

I stared spellbound at the scene before me. A cold shiver passed through my body, freezing me to the spot.

The double bed faced the window; the bedclothes were rumpled and lying in a heap on the floor. Two naked bodies lay on the linen-covered mattress. Alice, my wife was on her back, her naked bottom pointed directly towards the window and my horrified face. Her long, slim legs were raised high, her knees, trapped by her lover’s strong shoulders were almost on her chest, and parted wide in total submission to the man whose body lay between them.

The pale flesh of Alice’s raised, splayed legs perfectly framed the olive-brown skin of her new lover’s thighs, buttocks and back. I could see the clearly defined delta of Marcus’ immensely strong shoulders as his powerful body pinioned my willing wife to the bed, the triangle of trained muscles tapering rapidly to his slim, athletic waist.

Beneath that, his tightly clenched buttocks were rising and falling rapidly, driving his unseen relentless erection into Alice’s unresisting and totally unprotected body with every powerful thrust.

Alice had surrendered completely, her body and mind both his, her most private places wide open to receive whatever treatment he chose to give them. There was no possible combination or position of their bodies that could make successful impregnation more likely, and she was clearly loving every second of the process.

I could see her hands, their pale skin almost white against the tanned flesh of Marcus’ back, gleaming with sweat, her fingers splayed out in ecstasy, her palms running up and down his sides, then over his shoulders, then down to his waist and his tight, muscular buttocks.

Her fingernails dug hard into his skin with the force of her passion as he continued to fuck her mercilessly.

My mind was in torment; part of me desperately wanted to save her, to save us, to save myself from the ultimate cuckold humiliation that the real impregnation of my wife by another man would bring. All I had to do was bang on the window or open the unlocked window and enter the room to stop it all now, before it was too late.

It would have taken so little effort to assert myself, to intervene before her unprotected and fertile womb could be inseminated for a third time, so little effort on my part to regain a tiny fraction of the husband’s dignity I had so long ago surrendered.

But another, much larger part of me knew it was already too late, that pools of his sperm were already swimming within her body, that what I was seeing had to be their third or maybe even fourth mating, and that my wife might even be pregnant already by this amazingly powerful and attractive man.

Despite this terror, a huge surge of arousal rippled through me as I realised that within seconds, this overwhelmingly Alpha Male would inseminate my wife’s unprotected body again, right in front of me!

Here! Now! Before my very eyes, maybe... just maybe this insemination might actually make a baby in her womb!

My heart thumped in my chest, my head spun and my tummy writhed with butterflies. I had lost count of the number of times I had watched or listened to another man fucking my sweet, pretty wife. I had grown used to hearing her cries of orgasm at another man’s hands.

But this was different! From my frozen viewpoint, I could clearly see that there was no condom covering his large, thick cock as it ploughed in and out of her pale body. This time, she really could conceive another man’s child!

Surely not even a long-standing cuckold like me could just stand there and watch as a stranger filled his wife’s fertile womb with real, live sperm!

Surely any real man would step in and stop it before it was too late!

Surely what little was left of the real man in me would overcome the hopeless cuckold that actually wanted this terrible thing to happen!

“MmmmmmMMMM YYEEESSSSS!”

Alice’s voice through the glass grew louder and more passionate as another wave of orgasm passed through her. I could tell she was tired, exhausted even, but knew that she wouldn’t be satisfied until her new lover had cum in her again.

And he was going to cum any second!

If I was going to act, I had to act now. NOW!

But the real man in me was too weak and the cuckold too strong! In the end, my body betrayed me, and I could do nothing. Instead, as Marcus’ thrusts became faster and faster with the approach of his climax, my world went into slow motion.

My legs froze, refusing to move a single inch from where I stood. My arms froze, refusing to rise to the window to interrupt the two lovers. My mouth froze half-open, refusing to make a sound or protest. Even my eyes froze, refusing to let themselves be dragged away from the action on the bed or even close their lids to protect me seeing the final humiliation as a husband that was now inevitable.

Only my cock responded, growing even firmer within my shorts until the largest, hardest and most useless erection I had produced in a long time protruded ludicrously from their right leg. Anyone passing could have seen it in the light from the bedroom window, but I was beyond caring.

Unable to tear my eyes from the bed, I watched as Marcus’ slow-motion thrusts grew erratic, his body shuddered and the muscles of his already tight buttocks and thighs clenched once again.

His tanned, hairless head rose in triumph, and over his powerful shoulder I saw my wife’s blonde-framed face rise from the pillow, her eyes wide and staring; her mouth gaping open in astonishment.

“Oh my fucking God!”

Alice’s pretty, familiar face became an ugly grimace as it twisted and contorted in the throes of a climax so powerful it clearly frightened her, and that to my anguished eyes appeared to be lasting forever.

The voice inside my head screamed in pain and my cock grew so hard it actually hurt, but still no sound emerged from my mouth.

The world before me slowed down yet further.

‘NOOOOOO!!!’

I cried noiselessly as, in agonising detail, I saw Marcus’ hips begin to twist, the muscles of his upper thighs bunch and he thrust his cock forcefully inwards and upwards into my wife’s spasming, orgasmic vagina.

‘ALICE, NOOOO!!!’

And then he began cum deep, the base of his erection throbbing right in front of me as he began to ejaculate deep inside her unprotected body. In my mind I saw rope after rope of thick semen being pumped into my wife’s vagina, through her open, pulsating cervix to join the mass of squirming, wriggling sperm that must already be flooding her womb.

My wife; my sweet, lovely wife was being inseminated, perhaps even impregnated by another man before my very eyes.

And she had known it would happen. And she had wanted it to happen. And in the end, so had I!

Marcus’ powerful thrusts, wild and uncontrolled, went on and on until a white, creamy rime formed around the thick, dark base of his shaft and the feral energy of their lovemaking churned their combined juices to froth.

“Oh YESSS! Oh YESSS!”

Alice’s voice was shrill and clear in the throes of her orgasm. I saw her hands open and close wildly as she climaxed hard, then grab at his waist, her fingernails digging hard into his skin once again, as if trying to pull him even deeper into her. Her long pale legs folded tightly around his strong upper thighs, desperate to draw every last millimetre of his cock and every last drop of his semen into her fertile body.

Suddenly my own cock began to throb, painfully twisted in my shorts, my tummy convulsed, and a warm wet feeling passed through me, followed by several painful spasms within my shorts.

My mind dimly registered the dreadful truth that I might actually be reaching orgasm myself, that watching my unprotected wife being inseminated had aroused me so much I might actually be ejaculating into my clothes without even touching myself.

But still I could only stare into the room where Marcus still lay over my helpless wife, his skin glistening with the sweat that poured down his back, across his tight buttocks and down the back of his thighs.

There could be no doubting why my wife had felt so attracted to him; why she had been completely unable to resist even to the point of conceiving a child by this perfect example of the human body.

Knowing him as a friend or even as a person hadn’t entered her mind. Alice had been driven by pure, animal lust and the most fundamental of all female desires - the need to mate with the Alpha Male; to conceive with the best DNA available. And there could not be much better DNA than Marcus.

Their mutual orgasm seemed perfect; Alice’s flailing body bucking and writhing in perfect harmony with the powerful male frame pinning her to the bed and the pulsating, ejaculating cock buried deep within her.

Helplessly, I felt my uncontrolled body join with theirs as my own climax rushed in on me.

‘Uuuunnngghhh!’

I heard myself moaning softly, felt my knees turn to jelly and leaned heavily on the window for support as a flash of heat spread down my inner thighs and up my back, my chest went tight and the base of my erection went into spasm, sending streams of my own sticky semen surging from my cock and down my inner thighs.

‘Oh shit! Oh, fuck!’

For a few seconds it felt as if I had joined the mating couple in their climax, a three-way orgasm that in a strange way both drew me into their copulation while at the same time kept me firmly at arm’s length.

One thing was certain: of all the many times I had watched or heard my wife being fucked by another man, I had never reached a level of arousal like this.

The incredible moment seemed to go on forever, but eventually Marcus’ thrusts slowed, and the pumping ceased. Alice’s hands fell to the bed sheet by her side and, finally released from his powerful grip, her legs flopped helplessly wide open on the bed.

The room went still. I gasped for air, suddenly realising I had been holding my breath, though for how long, I couldn’t tell.

Then a warm wet trickle began to ooze horribly down my inner thigh.

The silence in the air was almost palpable. Still frozen to the spot, I watched Marcus’ head drop to Alice’s face. They kissed long and deep, their mouths wide open, their tongues working, joined at the mouth as surely as they were at the groin.

Then he raised his hips slowly and carefully, drawing his long, thick but rapidly softening cock messily from her body. As its purple tip finally slipped from her vagina, I saw my wife momentarily resist, her hands flying to his hips one last time as if in a final attempt to keep him within her. Then she fell back onto the sheet, her body limp and exhausted as her spent lover rolled off my conquered wife and lay on the bed alongside her.

Alice’s legs flopped open wide, her splayed thighs framing the red-raw gash of her hairless vulva, cruelly presenting it directly before my watching eyes.

The two lovers lay there panting for a minute or two, my wife’s gaping vagina grotesquely displayed for me, a small trickle of semen oozing out of it and onto the rumpled sheet.

Then Marcus stretched out his arm. My wife rolled towards him until her head rested on his shoulder. He wrapped his strong arm around her slim, exhausted body and held her tightly against him.

For a long time, Alice’s eyes gazed at her lover in bewilderment, adoration and complete surrender, until finally their chests began to rise and fall in deep, satisfied sleep.

Outside on the balcony, the world slowly began to return to its proper speed and I gradually regained control of my body. I was sweaty but cold and my legs were shaking; whether because of the morning chill, my incredible arousal or the even more incredible implications of what I had just seen, I couldn’t tell. A warm, wet sensation came from the inside of my right thigh. I reached down and felt a long trail of sticky goo running down my leg.

My arousal had been so complete I had actually cum in my pants as I had watched my wife being inseminated. A wave of shame washed over me, but I knew I had to go further; I couldn’t just walk away now.

As if in a daze, I slowly and silently slid the balcony door open a few inches and looked for movement on the bed. There was none. I slid it a little further with a similar lack of reaction then took a deep breath and stepped into the room.

The heat and the smell of sweat and sex were overpowering. I took a tentative step closer to the bed, then another and another until I stood alongside the mattress where they slept. I looked down at the lovely woman lying on her back on the rumpled sheets. Her long blonde hair was fanned out like a halo over the white linen pillow and over her lover’s olive skin.

In her exhausted sleep she bore the sweet, satisfied face of an angel. But my eyes had seen just how completely the devil within her could take control.

Her left leg was stretched out straight but her right had fallen outwards, bent at the knee, exposing her well-used vulva to full view. I moved silently closer, my eyes fixed on her groin as her small breasts rose and fell slowly and regularly. Her outer lips were pink and puffy, distended by her arousal and the violent penetration they had so recently endured.

The dark red gash between them looked angry and sore, her vagina gaping so grotesquely open that I could almost see the cervix deep within. I could certainly see a lot of semen spread liberally over her inner thighs.

I leaned as close as I dared without waking them. A tiny trickle of their juices was running from her gaping hole, over her skinny buttocks and down to the sheet beneath. My tummy churned as the realisation struck me; most of his sticky semen must still be deep within her body.

I reached out with my right hand, carefully gathered some of the sticky fluid from the sheet onto my fingers then raised it to my nose and inhaled. The strong, familiar aroma of semen mixed with my wife’s vaginal juices made me dizzy.

There was a powerful bitter undercurrent too which spoke of an orgasm of rare strength. I licked the sticky mixture from my fingers, running it around my mouth, savouring the sweet saltiness of Marcus’ semen and the heady aromatic bitterness of my wife’s climactic secretions.

“H... Hello...”

The voice beneath me was breathy, almost too quiet to hear and sounded drunk. I looked down to see my Alice’s eyes half-open, her pupils dark and wide.

“Are you okay?” I mouthed silently, leaning close to her pretty, exhausted face.

She nodded, smiling, her mind still fuddled by her multiple climaxes.

“Thank you!” she mouthed in return, followed by an unmistakable “I love you!”

“I love you too!” I mouthed in return, but her eyes had closed once again.

I rose to my feet, stood unsteadily upright then surveyed the scene of my wife’s total submission. The paleness of her blonde hair and fair complexion contrasted sharply and beautifully with the tanned skin of the powerful man lying on his back next to her, the muscles of his strong shoulders rippling as he breathed slowly and deeply in his sleep.

I could see strength and graceful fluidity in the movement of his body; it was easy to see why any woman might choose a lover such as this. Once again, I envied her the intense pleasure she had so recently and so overwhelmingly enjoyed.

As he rolled towards his latest conquest, Marcus’ angry cock flopped onto the bedsheet. Though now flaccid, it was still large, dark and intimidating and glistened with a drying sheen of their combined juices. The foamy ring of thick white-churned fluid was still visible around its base, a pungent reminder of how my lovely wife had literally creamed on his dark shaft as it had plunged into her unprotected, fertile body over and over again.

I stepped back and breathed in the heady aroma of sex, infidelity and cuckoldry in the room once again, my mind spinning.

Not so long ago, Alice and I had been a normal, faithful, happily married couple with two young kids. The sort of family you see everywhere.

Now as I looked down on her battered but satisfied body and pictured the millions of sperm swimming frantically inside her vagina, through her cervix and into her totally unprotected womb, I was amazed at how incredibly aroused this lifestyle continued to make me, and wondered how on earth we had come all this way in so short a time.

True, we had been helped in our descent by the She-Devil, Carmen, but there must have been something deep within us from the start, something we had been unaware of but which Carmen had seen, understood and exploited to the full.

I loved my beautiful, sexy wife with a passion, and she loved me.

Why then, despite millions of years of genetic programming, did I actually want to see her being fucked and inseminated by other men?

Why did it make me love her even more to see her cheat on me?

Why did I enjoy seeing her being fucked harder and deeper than I could ever hope to fuck her?

Why did I get so much pleasure from seeing the woman who, dressed in white, had promised in church only to be mine, give herself freely to other men?

Why did I find it such an incredibly arousing experience to have my status as Alpha Male repeatedly destroyed?

I looked one last time at the two satiated lovers as they slept, now wrapped in each other’s arms. Then with a sigh, I stepped silently out through the open French windows, climbed back over the balcony and ran quickly around the house to the lounge door, leaving my lovely, unfaithful, now possibly pregnant wife in the arms of her new lover.

“Is Mummy okay?”

I jumped with surprise as my young daughter’s voice rang out behind me.

“What? Oh, it’s you, sweetheart!” I tried hard to smile, very much aware of the messy state of my shorts.

“I heard Mummy shouting and crying. Is something wrong, Daddy?”

“Of course not, darling,” I knelt to reassure her. “She’s just had a bad dream, that’s all.”

“She’s been having them all night,” the young girl protested. “She kept waking me up. Did she keep you awake too?”

“Yes, she did,” I answered truthfully.

“Where’s that big man?” she asked, moving on to her next question suddenly. “I like him. He’s fun. Mummy likes him too, I can tell. Has he gone now?”

“No, darling. He’s gone in to see Mummy to make sure she’s okay. He’s a doctor, remember?”

I took her into the kitchen and poured her some milk.

“Better get you back to bed. We have to fly home tomorrow and you don’t want to be too tired.”

Lying on the couch, I didn’t sleep much that night, partly because of the discomfort, partly because of the memories of all I had seen and the massive erection that had given me; an erection that demanded constant attention like never before.

In the small hours before dawn I heard the thump-thump sounds coming from the bedroom once again. There was no audible moaning this time but judging from the rapid increase in pace towards the end, by dawn at least one more pool of semen had ended up in my wife’s fertile body.

***

The bedroom door was still closed and the room silent when the kids woke around eight-thirty. I must have fallen asleep eventually because a little earlier, I had been roused by the sound of the front door closing and footsteps running across the patio.

I rose and looked out of the large windows to see Marcus in skin-tight running kit jogging along the pathway towards the bay with a large bag across his broad back.

I smiled; the first training session must begin around nine o’clock. It would keep him occupied most of the day, at least until after we had left for the airport.

However comprehensively he had fucked my wife, he had fucked her for the last time.

I had to admit, if he had looked fit and attractive the previous evening in his casual clothes, in his sports kit he looked like an Olympian; like young Mitch had looked, only more mature and with better-defined musculature, made even more impressive by his tanned skin.

If Alice had been driven by the need to breed, she could hardly have found a more perfect impregnator.

More than a little anxious, I tiptoed down the corridor, silently opened the bedroom door and peeped in. Alice lay in a deep sleep, face down on the bed, her skinny legs splayed grotesquely wide as if she had lost consciousness while being penetrated from behind.

My tummy surged at the thought; I ached to go over and see if there were any traces of semen on her body to give me a last illicit pleasure. But I could hear the kids waking in their room across the corridor, so I quietly closed the door on the scene of the crime.

Our taxi to the airport was due to leave at one o’clock, so there wasn’t all that much time. After a quick bite of breakfast, I took the kids to their room, supervised their packing and tried to contain their squabbling. Fortunately, packing for the return home was much quicker and easier than for the journey out, and within a half an hour they were all ready to go.

I took them to the supervised play area for a last brief session with their new friends before returning to the apartment to clean up and pack for Alice and me.

After a while, I heard movement along the corridor followed by the sound of running water. I put the kettle on and made tea, pouring two steaming mugs and carrying them on a tray to the bedroom, wondering just what I might find there.

Alice was just climbing out of the bath when I entered the room, her slender, lithe, almost boyish body glistening with droplets of water, her long blonde hair dark and damp, hanging down the centre of her back.

She looked stunningly attractive but there was a weary slowness to the way she moved.

At first, she didn’t see me, entering the bedroom naked apart from the small white towel with which she was drying her hair. I stared at the woman I had married so long ago and still passionately adored.

Compared with her recent lover, her body was only lightly tanned. I could see the tiny white lines of her bikini around her bottom, though the tan on her breasts was unbroken.

Her hairless vulva was pale, but I could see it was still distended from her night of passion and her outer lips looked angry and sore.

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

Alice swung around quickly, instinctively wrapping her towel around her naked body as she turned, then relaxed and let it fall to the floor.

“How long have you been there?” she asked, surprised but not angry.

“Not long. You look gorgeous, by the way. Tired but gorgeous.”

“Thanks,” she blushed ridiculously, “I’m exhausted.”

“I bet you are. You look happy though,” I continued. “Was it what you needed?”

She took a deep breath and sighed.

“I... don’t know how to tell you,” she began, crossing to where I was sitting on the bed and perching close by me. “It was… I mean, I’ve never… I mean it was probably... definitely the most amazing sex of my entire life!”

I chuckled; this was not the first time my wife had said these words.

“It looked like it from what I could hear and see.”

“You saw us?” she asked, surprised.

“From the balcony,” I explained what had happened. “After Carmen called.”

“Carmen? What did she want?” Alice sounded concerned.

“I think she just wanted to find out if her little plan had worked. I told her it had, spectacularly well.”

My wife blushed despite her long history of infidelity. My heart surged again; how I loved this amazing woman! But I couldn’t leave it there.

“Is he really the best lover you’ve had?” I asked.

I didn’t have to ask if he was better than me – that was a certainty!

“He’s good – very good - but it wasn’t just his cock or his technique. There was something between us that just clicked. Like my body really needed his so badly. I’ve never come so hard or so quickly before.”

I drew a deep breath then came out with the thing most on my mind.

“Carmen told me about... about your birth control. Did you forget to tell me you were fertile again?”

My wife gasped, then stared at me horrified, then down at the floor. Her hand flew unconsciously to her belly then she raised her eyes to me again.

“Oh my God! I… I forgot! I just… just didn’t think! Oh my God!”

“Think about it now, Alice,” I said. “You were unprotected and have just been inseminated God knows how many times.”

“Jesus! You’re right! I didn’t even think about it! It never even crossed my mind! I didn’t plan to get fucked unprotected, please believe me!”

“I do believe you. I’ve never seen you so out of control,” I told her truthfully.

“I’m getting my coil fitted next week and I didn’t expect to meet anyone special during our holiday, so I just let it go. I hadn’t realised just how turned on I would get… I just didn’t think about condoms. I only really use them with you now.”

She shrugged then added, “I think I was a bit drunk as well.”

“I think you were too, but it’s as if you’ve been on heat all the holiday. You do realise that? You even fucked me twice in a single day. When did that last happen?”

She sighed deeply.

“I know. I’ve been feeling a bit crazy all this week and last night was the worst. It’s as if something inside me just took over and I just couldn’t stop myself. Something inside me just had to have him whatever the consequences!”

“And it showed! I’ve never seen you like that before, not even when we were trying for a baby,” I replied.

“Maybe – even if I didn’t realise it – maybe the risk of actually getting pregnant made everything more intense. It certainly felt that way. I was so swept up in lust I didn’t understand what was happening. I even let him fuck me with the kids in the house. I can’t believe I let that happen!”

She paused, her head hanging as if ashamed.

“Can you understand this at all? Or are you disgusted with me now?”

If anyone in the world knew how it felt to have your mind scream at you to do something but still be quite unable to do it, that person was me. I put my arm around her shoulders and hugged her.

“You’re an amazing, beautiful, special person, Alice, and I love you. There’s nothing you could possibly do to make me think you’re anything else.”

I kissed the top of her head, then her face, then her lips – the lips I had seen kissing Marcus passionately only hours before.

“What if I am pregnant?” she asked. “How would you feel about me then?”

I thought for a moment before replying; the question had kept me awake most of the night. After all, she had spent many hours with Marcus’ sperm swimming round in her body and it was the most fertile time of her cycle. The risk of pregnancy was very high.

“Last night was the best, most incredible time for me too,” I eventually began. “I’ve never been as aroused as I was when I saw him cum in you, knowing you were unprotected and ovulating. I thought I would have a heart attack on the spot, it turned me on so much.”

She smiled wanly.

“You’re an amazing man. I don’t deserve you!”

“I think we deserve each other,” I replied, running my fingers through her damp hair.

We kissed. The faint tang of recent climax was in her mouth.

“So, what should we do?” Alice asked once our lips had parted. “There’s the morning after pill, I suppose, but we can’t get that until we’re home, and it doesn’t work half the time anyway.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I can’t have an abortion. You know how strongly I feel about that!”

As a Catholic too, I did indeed know and wouldn’t have dared suggest it. I thought for a moment as I held her hand. When the words finally came, I don’t know what created them, but they were from the heart.

“We have to take our chances and see what happens. If you are pregnant then I promise I’ll go along with whatever you decide, be it a termination or having the baby. It’s you I love and adore.”

I could feel myself getting tearful, so I had to add a final comment.

“Besides, you know how much I love kids!”

***

Later that day and with a remarkable feeling of déjà vu, I led my dazed, half-asleep wife through the departure hall of Malaga airport towards the long queue at the check-in desk. Her gait was unsteady, her legs, arms and back stiff and her eyes still somewhat dreamy as the four of us reluctantly prepared for our flight home.

The kids had, thank God, behaved themselves, barely mentioning their mother’s nocturnal disturbances, though they were upset at not seeing Marcus again before we left. Within twenty minutes of take-off, both they and Alice were fast asleep.

I leaned back in my seat with a strong coffee in my hand and contemplated all that had happened in the last week.

It had been an undeniable success. The kids had loved the fun they had enjoyed with their new friends, and Alice and I had become closer both physically and emotionally than we had in a long time.

She and I had enjoyed more sex than we had in many months, if not years. She had been exciting and excited, in bed and out. She had flaunted herself, had been arousing and aroused and I had loved every moment of it, culminating in that last amazing night.

Beyond what I had seen, I had no idea what they had done together. I knew she would tell me all if I asked, but right now she was exhausted and there was no chance of us having a moment’s peace to talk through private matters. I would have to be patient until we were all home.

What I did know was that, for the first time in our cuckold career, my wife had knowingly allowed a complete stranger to fuck and inseminate her without any form of protection at all, be it against pregnancy or STDs.

What made it far worse was that I had known this too and had been totally unable to prevent it.

What made it worst of all was that it had unquestionably aroused me more than anything in my life, whether before or after our descent into the cuckold lifestyle.

I knew for certain that, though I had impregnated her twice and she had borne two of my children, I could never have brought my lovely wife the complete sexual satisfaction in which she now basked.

I knew with equal certainty that, without knowing herself sexually, without pushing her boundaries as far as they could possibly go, her life would have been incomplete.

I knew that my own life would have been incomplete too if I hadn’t given the woman I adored the chance to take that journey.

The fact that it brought me such intense but perverse and incomprehensible pleasure too was simply icing on the cake.

***

“Hello, Carmen,” I said as I tapped the button on my phone that evening after both Alice and the kids had gone upstairs for a much-needed early night.

“You left me hanging on the line,” she said accusingly, but I could hear the mischief in her voice. “Did you rescue her from the final degradation? Or was it you who needed rescuing?”

“I’ll give you three guesses,” I said flatly.

She laughed.

“So, I guess you’re going to be talking babies again, Mister C. How does that feel? How did it feel hearing it happen?”

“Watching it happen,” I corrected automatically, falling into her verbal trap. “From the balcony.”

“Well done!” she laughed again. “Clever you. When did they finally get out of bed?”

“Marcus went training very early. We didn’t talk to him again before we left. Alice got up just in time to pack.”

“Poor thing. She must be worn out – or at least, very sore,” she chuckled.

From what I had seen, she was indeed sore and would bear that soreness as a reminder for several days.

“So, Carmen, are you pleased with yourself?” I asked ironically.

She thought for a moment.

“It seems to have worked out satisfactorily for all concerned,” she replied, her voice wicked and self-satisfied.

“Have you spoken to Marcus?”

“Indeed I have. He’s like the cat that got the cream. It seems that lovely Alice has learned a thing or two from her various boyfriends and is really remarkably good in bed. Who’d have thought that a year ago?”

In a strange, perverted way, this made me feel even more proud of my lovely wife, and even a little pleased with myself for helping bring this unexpected change about. If men like Steve and Marcus thought she was a ‘good lay’ then she must be something special indeed.

As her husband, I knew she was special already.

“So it comes down to this; you couldn’t resist playing another trick on us?” I challenged her.

Carmen laughed again.

“You got me bang to rights there, Guv’nor,’ she said in a mick Cockney accent. “I had to know whether you two were ready for the last big leap – and you were! What else have you worked out?”

The truth was that realisation was only coming to me now, but I wasn’t going to let the She-Devil know this.

“You planned it all carefully, didn’t you?” I said coolly. “You and Alice are close, so you knew she had come off the pill early and knew how her cycle went. You calculated she would be ovulating during the half-term break.”

“I’m listening,” she replied. “Go on.”

“You’re her usual matchmaker, so you knew she hadn’t had a date for a long time and made sure Steve and Mitch weren’t available to take the edge off her sexual appetite.” I laughed mirthlessly. “You knew that sex with me wouldn’t be enough to do the job.”

“You’re better than you think, Cucky-Boy, but keep going.”

“You guessed that if she was in the sun, surrounded by half-clothed people, in a place that already reminded her of being fucked and in a heightened state of frustration, she would soon be climbing the walls sexually.”

“Spot on, Mister C. And you benefitted from that too, didn’t you?”

I ignored the question and carried on.

“When you found out Marcus would be out there for the Open Water training, you offered the apartment for free to both of us, making sure we overlapped by at least a day and couldn’t avoid being thrown together.”

“Right again, Sherlock. It’s a fair cop.”

“Your gamble was that by then, Alice would be so desperate to be fucked that she wouldn’t even think about birth control or STDs and even if she did, she would be too far gone to care.”

“And I was right, wasn’t I?”

“How did you know Marcus would be up for it or that Alice would go after him so strongly?”

“It wasn’t just guesswork,” she replied knowingly. “It’s basic biology. When a woman wants babies, she instinctively looks for a man who she believes will provide security, support and take care of her children. That’s where you come in, Mister Cuckold.”

“Then why…”

“But…” she interrupted. “But when she’s actually ovulating and when she’s most fertile, a woman is pre-programmed to go for the best available DNA, whether or not the man’s a good prospect as a partner. I’m sorry to tell you this, CB, but your DNA doesn’t come close to Marcus’. Little Alice couldn’t help herself.”

“And you knew he’d go for it too?”

She laughed.

“A gorgeous blonde wanting to have no-strings sex with him as soon as they met? Let’s think about that one for a moment…”

She laughed again.

“Besides, Marcus is a bit of a stud himself. I’ve known him a long time. I used to work with his wife. It’s a long story.”

“Go on,” I insisted. “Everyone else is in bed. You can tell me.”

“Well, Karen and I were good friends and it was obvious to me that their marriage was getting stale sexually. I had always known there was something special about her – the same ‘something’ that your Alice has in spadefuls, by the way - so I arranged a trip out for the four of us.”

“Not the cinema again!” I protested.

“No, it was a concert like the one we went to with you. Remember?”

How could I forget? It was the night Alice was first seduced by Steve and fucked right in front of me, the night I first suspected I was born to be a cuckold.

“I remember,” I replied grudgingly.

“Well, things went pretty smoothly for most of the evening but went a bit off the rails when we got home afterwards.”

“You mean Steve’s charms didn’t get him into her knickers?”

Carmen laughed.

“Oh, Steve got into them alright, and fucked her, and made her cum, and came inside her too!”

“So, what went wrong? Did Marcus find his Alpha Male side and try to beat Steve up?”

“Not quite. He didn’t notice it was happening until it was too late. He was too distracted by me.”

“Like you were with me in the car; a long, slow hand job and a bit of fingering?”

There was a pause which made me doubt it. I tried again.

“Or did things go a little awry for you?”

There was another pause, and when Carmen spoke her voice had lost some of its confident, mischievous tone.

“It… as it turned out… um… it seems I couldn’t resist him any more than your sweet, innocent wife could.”

“What? Jesus, Carmen!”

“I’m afraid it’s true. Things didn’t go to plan at all. Instead of me taking control of him and his cock, he took control of me and before I knew what was happening, I was half-naked, flat on my back and he was giving me a right seeing-to!”

“Carmen!”

“I know. It’s hard to believe after all I’d done before or since. I just lost it that night and he fucked the ass off me!”

“Wow! I thought that never happened!”

“It hasn’t happened often. There are only a handful of men who know how what my pussy even looks like – and you’re one of them, Mister Cuckold, so think yourself lucky!”

Indeed, I truly did. I considered myself lucky in so many ways; with my wife, my family, my job, my painful and perverted but strangely satisfying sex life. I was even lucky to have Carmen as a friend, a guide and at times a tormentor, setting Alice and me up for yet more degradation.

We hadn’t stood a chance against this demon in human form; if the She-Devil hadn’t been able to resist Marcus, then what chance had my pushover of a wife ever had?

“Was… was it good?” I asked. “The fucking, I mean.”

There was another pause.

“Yes. It was very good. He's very good indeed! Couldn’t you tell last night? I could hear Alice moaning even over the phone, so God knows what it was like in being bed with her!”

“Like I said, I’ve never seen or heard her like that before. It was as if she was possessed.”

“The ‘breeding frenzy’,” Carmen said calmly. “And she made sure she was well and truly bred, didn’t she? How many times did he cum in her?”

“At least three,” I agreed.

“And she stayed on her back all night?”

“As far as I know.”

“Then she’ll be knocked up for certain,” Carmen announced, clearly pleased.

“We’ll know in a few days’ time,” I conceded. “We’ll buy a test kit at the airport.”

“Have you thought what you’ll do if she is pregnant?”

“There’s plenty of time to worry about that.”

“She won’t want to get rid of it.”

“Maybe not.”

“So, we might be hearing the patter of tiny feet in your house again?”

My voice choked in my throat with emotion as her words burned into me. For a long time, I could say nothing.

“Are you still there? Are you okay, Mister C?”

The She-Devil sounded genuinely concerned.

In self-defence, and thanking God that Carmen couldn’t see my face, I desperately tried to move the conversation on to her own pregnancy and fast approaching confinement.

To my relief, she took pity on me.

***

A short time later I was locking up the house and turning off the lights before going upstairs to join my lovely wife in our marital bed. I was tired too, both physically and emotionally, as my mind tried to come to terms with all that had happened.

Carmen had been right all along; Alice and I were perfect for the cuckold lifestyle, though it had taken many months for us to get there. Step by step, boundary by boundary we had been guided down the smooth, easy path to degradation.

From that first, unexpected seduction in the back of our MPV; through second date trickery and a very brief pregnancy to almost official ‘Hotwife’ status. Through the taking of a new lover in Spain followed by our first multi-partner evening and most recently the spectacular loss of her anal virginity, we had progressed step by unfaithful step until there were few new boundaries left to cross.

Now, less than twenty-four hours ago and before my eyes, my lovely, sweet, pretty wife had let a man we had known for only a few hours seduce her, fuck her in our own bedroom and fill her unprotected body with his seed, all in the full knowledge that she was off the pill, was in her most fertile period and was totally unprotected.

She might be lying above me in our bed with the tiny beginnings of a baby already in her womb, as had happened after our second encounter with Steve. On that occasion she had naturally miscarried after only a few weeks, but who could tell what would happen this time? The morning-after pill was unreliable at best.

Suddenly it all became real. Vivid images passed before my eyes once by one; of my wife on her back, legs splayed, Marcus’ buttocks clenching over and over again as he filled her body with his semen. Of his seed flooding her womb, finding the egg that would certainly be waiting there; of one lucky wriggly sperm breaking through and sparking the creation of new life within her body.

I pictured Alice’s carrying the fruits of her infidelity for nine full months, her belly slowly swelling as another man’s child grew within her, her clothes becoming tighter, her skin fresher, her beautiful blonde hair becoming glossy as it had done before.

Then I pictured her on her back once again, legs splayed wide, her face anxious and contorted but this time with the agonies of childbirth rather than the ecstasies of impregnation. I pictured a tiny, olive-skinned creature emerging from between those slender thighs, I heard its cries, I felt its weight in my arms…

The wave of emotion that surged through me at the thought was almost overwhelming. My heart thumped, my chest went tight, my stomach buzzed with butterflies and of course, my already half-erect cock became rock hard. I could feel tears forming in the corner of my eyes too.

Could we live with all the implications; the whole world knowing that my wife had been impregnated by another man?

Could our marriage survive her having another man’s baby? Maybe.

Could it survive a termination? I thought not.

And if she wasn’t pregnant, what would she want next? More risky, unprotected sex with more strangers?

Would she follow through with her previous desire to work as an escort with Julie?

Could our marriage survive her becoming a prostitute? How could I know?

And what other temptations might the She-Devil put our way? How far would we allow our degradation to go before one or other of us cried ‘enough’?

Right then I didn’t know and to be honest, didn’t care. We had just enjoyed the most exciting, most arousing and most climactic encounter of our lives, enough to bring my wife to new heights of orgasm and to make me involuntarily ejaculate in my pants.

I knew I should have been ashamed, but I wasn’t. The wife I adored and who loved me was happy and sexually satisfied and I had helped make it happen. Making her satisfied made me satisfied too.

I was the happy husband of a promiscuous, possibly pregnant wife, who might soon become a whore.

At that moment, it seemed to me that our Journey into Cuckoldry was complete.

But I was wrong.