It was Saturday morning three weeks after the New Year ball. I had already taken our two kids to their regular sporting activities – in this case soccer training for both of them - while my lovely, unfaithful wife Alice was still sleeping the sleep of the not-very-innocent.

The day was beautiful; cold and bright. I had just changed into my running kit for a half hour’s chilly trip down the local canal towpath and was looking for my muddy ‘outdoor’ training shoes when I became aware of a presence in a long, pale gown drifting silently into the room behind me.

I turned to confront the apparition which of course was Alice in her winter bathrobe. She looked pale and very tired but there was a contented glow about her that I recognised only too well.

“M’ng,” she mumbled as she crossed the room and flopped onto a hard-backed chair.

“Good morning. How’s my Hotwife today?” I smiled back, leaving my shoes for a moment and pouring her a large mug of strong coffee.

“Tired and battered but otherwise okay, CB.”

“How’s the itch?” I asked.

“Pretty well scratched - for a little while anyway,” she replied with a wink, then took a long sip of her hot drink.

After the New Year ball and the public groping she had received at the hands of rather more men than I was quite comfortable with, my wife’s sexual frustration had continued to grow despite my own best efforts with my fingers and latex-covered cock.

Even my much-vaunted cunnilingual skills had failed to put anything more than a dent in her overwhelming need for hard, satisfying sex so we had been forced to go back to basics.

And basics meant talking to Carmen.

The She-Devil had responded by arranging emergency therapy with her own husband Steve, the man who had first fingered, fucked and inseminated my wife in our car as I watched in the rear view mirror, thus setting us on the slippery slope into degradation and cuckoldry that seemed to suit us so well.

As a result, Alice had spent the previous evening and half the night with her first and most frequent lover and was feeling, as expected, a little fragile.

Problems with babysitters had meant that, contrary to normal arrangements, the six-month-pregnant Carmen and I had spent the evening together in our house looking after our two kids. Our unfaithful spouses had met for dinner in Alice and my favourite Italian restaurant before going back to Steve and Carmen’s house for an evening of undisturbed and uninhibited sex.

As we knew only too well, Alice can get very noisy when climaxing so having any children in the house would have invited trouble. The unfortunate consequence of this was that to my great disappointment, I had not been able to watch or even listen to the two of them as they fucked.

In a more balanced world, Carmen and I would have fucked each other in our house as our spouses fucked in theirs but that was not the world in which Cuckolds and She-Devils live. We had therefore spent the evening eating Chinese food and watching movies on TV.

It had also given Carmen an unmissable opportunity to taunt me playfully over my sexual prowess – or supposed lack of it – and my wife’s increasing need to fuck other men while I watched. As that night had proved, although Alice was very happy to be fucked in front of me for my sake, she wasn’t averse to surrendering her body without me as an audience too.

Thankfully the presence of our two kids upstairs kept the amount of unseemly conversation to a minimum and in the end it was as pleasant an evening as I could have had, knowing that ten minutes’ drive away, my sweet, lovely wife was being fucked half senseless by my friend’s husband.

Steve had eventually brought Alice back just before two o’clock and taken Carmen home, presumably for her usual post-cuckolding fuck. My wife had looked tired and dishevelled as so often after her dates with smudged make-up, tousled hair and with a pink-flushed face and chest.

As usual, on her return home I had been allowed full access to the slightly stale creampie between her thighs. Normally this would have resulted in her having at least a small extra orgasm against my face but this time she had been too exhausted to do anything but lie back and let me have my own way with her.

Fortunately, the usual cleaning of Steve’s semen from her vulva with my tongue followed by a brief, violent penetration of her loose, well-used vagina had gone some way towards remedying my disappointment at being unable to watch.

The amount of semen still remaining inside her had been surprisingly large and, as I drew the stale, gooey residues into my mouth, the aroma and flavour had been almost narcotic. The heady sensation had still been in my mouth and on my sticky face when I had woken that morning and, as my wife entered the kitchen, its effect remained powerful.

As I kissed her good morning I could immediately tell that, even this long after her date, Alice still smelled strongly of sex. I suspected my breath did too. It was an aroma I knew too well and loved too much, a fact that the state of my bulging running shorts made only too obvious.

Alice had noticed this and was looking straight at my hardening cock with an indulgent smile.

“Like what you see?” she asked ironically, knowing how dishevelled she looked.

“I always do,” I told her truthfully, smiling at the woman I adored.

“I don’t know why,” she grumbled. “My skin’s gone terrible.” She sighed. “Maybe it’s a hormonal thing.”

She sighed again and touched her cheeks with the tip of her long, slender fingers. All I could see was a familiar, beautiful face but I knew better than to argue with a woman about her looks.

“Your hormones were working alright last night,” I smiled jokingly, completely unable to see any problem with the soft skin of my wife’s lovely face.

Alice smiled bashfully.

“That’s true. I’m sorry you didn’t get to watch,” she said sympathetically. “I wish you could have been there but...”

“It’s okay,” I assured her. “As long as you got what you needed.”

She gave me a strange look.

“You DID get what you needed, didn’t you?” I pressed her.

“I had a really good evening. Thank you for letting me go.”

“I wasn’t asking for your thanks,” I told her, smiling. “You just seem a bit... well, not as content as you usually are after a good fucking.”

By now of course we were using the ‘f’ word between us without embarrassment - when the children weren’t there of course. It was after all, what both of us wanted. Alice sighed.

“It was really lovely and yes, I did cum more than once but...”

She sounded almost wistful.

“I thought there was something wrong,” I told her. “What’s the matter?”

She looked at me, shrugged and sighed before continuing.

“I know it’s selfish; you do so much for me but… well if I’m totally honest, it’s all become a bit routine. Oh, Steve’s lovely, don’t get me wrong and he did a really thorough job but...”

“But...” I prompted.

“But I think I need something new. Something a bit... I don’t know, edgier. Something a bit more risky; or at least for it to feel more risky.”

“That New Year dress-up really got to you didn’t it?” I said, amused.

Alice paused, no doubt full of vivid memories of the recent ‘Tarts and Vicars’ fancy dress party where we and our newly-cuckolding friends Julie and Gary had joined a large table for the night. Julie and Alice had dressed as LA street hookers like the girls in the film Pretty Woman and had looked sexier than I had imagined possible.

The two had actually been mistaken for real prostitutes in a bar before the ball had started which had started the evening with great amusement and a strong sexual frisson.

Both girls had been openly groped by strangers on the dance floor too; Alice had really enjoyed the whole experience and had been a little dissatisfied ever since.

My wife was not yet aware that her friend Julie had also been brutally fucked against the wall of an unused dining room after midnight by Peter, a powerfully built, rugby-playing colleague of mine from work; a man she had met only hours before. The cheeky sod had also fingered Alice briefly under the table but had then abandoned her for richer pickings with Julie – a tactic that had paid off big-time as I had seen with my own eyes.

“Do I need to talk to the She-Devil again?” I asked, raising an amused eyebrow.

“Maybe,” she replied. “It seems a bit greedy having just been...”

“Been fucked half senseless last night?” I filled in the words for her.

“Yes,” she confessed.

“Leave it with me. I’ll give her a call.”

***

In the end it wasn’t necessary; Carmen herself called us that very afternoon. Alice had gone to the gym so she and I had a brief chat in private.

“Hi Mister Cuckold. How was Little Alice this morning?” she asked, as usual trying to tease me. “Still glowing from her fucking?”

“She enjoyed herself very much, thank you,” I answered with a mock formality Carmen ignored.

“Steve tells me she’s really getting into this anal thing. I’ve never really enjoyed it – Steve’s cock is a bit too big for me. Maybe your little Alice just has a bigger arse than mine!”

Knowing the difference in size between my wife’s skinny, gym-trained, near-androgynous body and Carmen’s full, pregnant curves, this could only be a joke so I chuckled.

“You might be right. If you show me your arse again I’ll know better.”

“You never know your luck, Mister C,” she replied, teasing me even more.

We were of course, alluding to the one occasion since our first seduction that I had been given access to Carmen’s body. It had been in Spain; while my wife was being fucked noisily by a young Olympic-trained swimmer called Mitch, I had been allowed to give Carmen the benefit of my skills as a cunnilinguist in the room next door.

Although as a cocksman I’m very much in the lower divisions, when it comes to oral sex and fingering I’m Premier League standard – though I say it myself.

It’s a bit conceited I know but after being rampantly cuckolded for so long, surely I can allow myself one sexual activity to be proud of?

I’m pleased to say that my oral abilities had taken Carmen rather by surprise and she had reached a loud and rather messy orgasm on my face quite quickly. In fact she had been so impressed that she had later insisted I initiated our friend Julie into the delights of oral sex while her husband Gary watched. This I had done with similarly pleasing results. I remembered vividly how very different from each other the three women had looked, smelled and tasted.

“Anyway I’m glad you called,” I said, moving the conversation on.

I checked that the kids were nowhere near then briefly and with as few incriminating words as possible, explained about Alice’s recent dissatisfaction with ‘routine’ sex; even sex with Steve. I also told her what I had seen Julie and my colleague Peter doing against the wall at New Year.

When I had finished, Carmen seemed to think things over for a long while before replying.

“Wow! Well, I suppose did wonder,” she eventually said.

“About Alice and Steve?” I asked anxiously, hoping I hadn’t offended her over her husband’s prowess in bed.

“That’s not what I meant, no,” she replied pensively. “It is quite a surprise though, I must confess. I don’t think I’ll tell Steve what she said; you know how sensitive men can be about their performance in bed. Oops! Sorry. For a moment I forgot…”

“Forgot you turned my wife into a slut and me into a helpless cuckold?”

“You’re far from helpless Mister C; you’re as much into the lifestyle as your pushover of a wife, right?”

As always, she was quite right and I admitted it.

“Anyway, it’s Julie I was wondering about, I’ve had my suspicions about her for a while,” she carried on.

“Really?”

“I’ve thought for some time that our Yummy Mummy Hot Wife was finding life with just a husband and an occasional lover a bit too dull.”

“What made you think that?” I asked, though I knew very well how true it was.

“Just a few things she’s said. And that look she gets on her face. Your Alice gets it too when it’s time for a date – you must have seen that, Mister C.”

I knew that look well. In my wife’s case it was always accompanied by other physical and psychological signs which told me it was time to arrange another fucking. I had seen a lot of ‘that look’ recently.

“But I’m not sure her husband’s as keen after all,” she added.

From my conversations with Gary and from watching him I knew this to be true. Whereas I had surged happily alongside my wife on our Journey into Cuckoldry, Gary was travelling down that road much more slowly; he still seemed unsure where the road would lead and indeed whether he wanted to be on it at all.

One thing was certain though; his wife Julie was not only determinedly on the road to cuckoldry, she was far ahead of her husband and accelerating away from him all the time. As I had seen with my own eyes at the New Year Ball, she was even becoming independent of the She-Devil whose scheming had started the whole descent in the first place.

“That New Year Ball really seems to have put the cat among the pigeons,” Carmen continued after a pause.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, it’s unsettled your slut of a wife so much that even my husband can’t satisfy her; it made sweet, innocent Julie fuck a complete stranger almost in public within hours of meeting him; and now a certain older lady wants to know if the man she sat next to all evening is up for a little bedroom fun on the side!”

“What?”

Carmen’s words stopped me in my tracks. There was a low chuckle down the phone.

“It appears your dinner companion was rather smitten with you and, after seeing the way in which you allowed Peter to grope your wife, she wondered whether you were swingers and would like to sample a little of the older generation?”

“You’re kidding!” I gasped.

“Nope! Hilary asked Peter, Peter told Elaine and Elaine asked me. Maybe she’s heard about that tongue of yours!”

“Does that mean…” I began.

“That Peter and Elaine are swingers too? Of course! Elaine was hot stuff when we were all in Islington.”

“Wow! I’d never have guessed. I mean the way she looks and dresses…” I protested.

“She’s a bit older now and has put on a few pounds but she’s still the same girl underneath. Why else would she put up with Peter’s antics?”

I must have sounded as baffled as I felt because Carmen carried on.

“I don’t know why you’re so surprised. Of course she looks respectable; what would you expect her to look like? Look at Julie, look at Alice! Look at yourself, Mister Cuckold! Who would guess all the naughty stuff that goes on behind your closed doors?”

She was right once again.

“So what shall I tell Elaine? What should she say to Hilary?” Carmen asked in a mock-casual voice.

“Um… err…” I stammered awkwardly, demonstrating why I was a cuckold not a stud.

“That you’d love to give her the fuck of a lifetime? Really clear out her passages for her?”

“Um…”

“Or that you’re not swingers and that only Alice ever gets fucked?”

“Um… Err”

“Maybe that you’d rather watch other men fucking your wife than fuck theirs?”

“Carmen…”

“I’ll say you’ll talk to your lovely wife about it, shall I?” Carmen said smugly.

***

The next few days passed entirely normally – at least normally for us. The kids went to their Sunday sporting activities, Alice and I had lunch with friends and the afternoon was spent on our bikes in the country park.

It was late on Sunday night when I finally plucked up the courage to tell Alice about Hilary’s approach and I have to say I was a little disappointed by her initial response.

“You? A Bull?”

The tone of astonishment in her voice was genuine and as such, a bit hurtful. She must have sensed my upset because she immediately continued.

“I’m sorry; that was unfair of me. You’re a very good looking man and great company. You’re not bad in bed too but you have to admit, the irony is pretty strong. You are Cucky-Boy after all.”

The irony was extraordinary, I had to agree.

“I was pleased to be asked,” I confessed. “It’s quite a compliment in a way but I’m not sure I’d have the confidence to try and fuck another woman.”

“You’re much better at it than you think,” my wife immediately said. “It’s me that’s changed; I’m spoilt; I’m much harder to satisfy these days. You’ll see if you get the chance to fuck someone else.”

“I’m not sure I want to take the risk,” I pondered uncertainly then felt angry for sounding so pathetic. “Maybe if we were together I’d feel a bit more confident.”

Alice seemed to think for a moment then said.

“Well I’m afraid swinging’s out; I don’t fancy her husband at all. But if you want to go solo and spend some private time with Hilary I’m in no position to object, am I?”

“You mean it?”

“Come on CB. Fair’s fair. You’re an amazing man to let me have what I need. The least I can do is let you do the same once in a while. Besides I don’t think Hilary would be a serious threat to our marriage, do you? ”

We left it at that, though when we made love later that night – itself an unusual event – she paid a lot more attention to my needs than was normal. Although we still used her favourite ribbed and studded condoms, Alice seemed to put a great deal more effort into giving me pleasure than I had come to expect.

When I finally filled the latex sleeve inside her with my spermless semen, she was closer to orgasm with me than she had been in a long time. Her over-used vagina was clamped as tightly around my shaft as tightly as I could remember and I enjoyed a toe-curling, back-jarring climax of my own which remained in my memory for several days.

Could my sweet, unfaithful slut of a wife perhaps have been the tiniest bit jealous?

***

Monday saw us all back to school and to work. It was a busy day, too busy for any thoughts of cuckoldry to interfere and the rest of the week passed uneventfully until Thursday at around eleven-thirty in the morning when my mobile phone rang.

Half an hour later I was in a secluded corner of a coffee shop in town having been summoned from work by Carmen so that she and I could ‘talk over an important issue that I wouldn’t want to discuss in the office’.

“I’ve had a great idea,” the She-Devil announced triumphantly as she pressed the disconnect button on her mobile phone.

I had just returned from the counter with two large black coffees and was manoeuvring myself past her baby-bump and into a chair as this important announcement was made. Knowing my history with Carmen, this could only mean one thing; adulterous sex for my wife and humiliation for me.

Thanks to the perverted state Carmen had brought us to, I was interested in both of these.

“What great idea have you had this time?” I asked, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.

“Little Alice’s next adventure, of course,” she smiled back at me. “You told me she was getting a bit stale. I’ve had an idea how we can put a bit of edge back into your lives.”

I leaned back in my chair unconvinced. In the past, Carmen’s great ideas hadn’t always been to my advantage, though I had to admit in the end I had thoroughly enjoyed whatever schemes she had set up for Alice and me.

“You’re incorrigible,” I said with a disbelieving look. “Go on then, impress me!”

Carmen looked left, right, up and down in exaggerated gestures making sure she couldn’t be overheard then leaned close towards me and whispered.

“Okay Mister Cuckold, how would you like to become a pimp?”

“A what?”

“A pimp; a procurer; a liver off immoral earnings?”

“You mean a pimp?” I asked stupidly.

Carmen snorted and grinned.

“Yes, a pimp!”

“What on earth do you mean?” I asked, understanding why she hadn’t wanted to tell me at my desk.

Carmen leaned even closer towards me and spoke quietly but clearly.

“Two businessman friends of mine are coming up from London for a meeting. They’re staying at a big hotel in town.”

She named the hotel in which Alice and Julie had been propositioned the night of the New Year Ball while dressed as hookers for the ‘Tarts and Vicars’ fancy dress party we had all enjoyed so much but which she and Steve had missed.

“These two friends of mine are married but like to play around when they’re out of town. They’ll be looking for two prostitutes to spend an hour or two with that night.”

I still didn’t see how this affected me and said so.

“Listen, Mister Slow-on-the-uptake Cuckold, my two friends have different tastes. One prefers skinny blonde married mothers who like red dresses and anal sex. Remind you of anyone?”

I looked puzzled. Carmen sighed in exasperation.

“My other friend prefers married brunettes with a little more meat on their bones and who ideally have given birth to their second child within the last few months.”

The penny dropped.

“You want Alice and Julie to pretend to be prostitutes?”

“Of course; it’s a great idea!”

She was right. My first reaction was the same.

“The girls would certainly love it but would your friends be fooled that easily?”

Carmen pulled a face at me.

“They won’t need to be fooled, Mister C; it’s all an act. Everyone will know exactly what’s happening right from the beginning and will go along with the fun. Your wife gets to play the hooker again only in a much more realistic scenario. Julie gets to do the same – she’ll love that! The boys will treat them as whores and will pay them for services rendered.”

I didn’t know what to say so just stared. Carmen went on:

“It’s only make-believe but I think it would be fun – and as you told me, Little Alice needs a refreshing change!

“She does indeed,” I agreed.

“Then it’s perfect. The girls get to dress up again which will turn them on from the start. Then they’ll have act like real whores and put the customer first. The boys will be paying top-dollar so the girls will have to do whatever they’re asked to do, like it or not. Gary and you get to watch – or at least listen. Everybody wins.”

I sat back in amazement.

“Did you spend all week thinking this up?” I asked, amazed.

“It just seemed obvious,” she said, clearly pleased with my response. “It’ll seem much more real to the girls because their ‘clients’ will be complete strangers. They’ll have to do a bit of acting but I’m sure they’re up to it. They’ll get paid for real too which I’m sure will give them a buzz.”

I nodded my agreement.

“Plus of course they’ll get fucked for real this time too. From what I hear, Little Alice had to make do with you after the ball.”

I began to remind Carmen about what Julie and Peter had got up to but she stopped me.

“Trust me; the boys I have in mind will deliver much more than just a knee trembler against the wall.

Julie won’t know what hit her!”

“Will your friends book hotel rooms?” I asked.

“That would be most realistic but then you and Gary wouldn’t get to watch or listen.”

My heart sank; one of the most exciting scenarios I had ever heard and I wouldn’t be there!

“Don’t look so glum, Mister C,” Carmen croaked with a laugh. “I wouldn’t leave you out, would I? Listen…”

She told me about the apartment hotel next door to the bar in which the supposed meeting between the two whores and their clients would take place. Her plan was to book a two-bedroom apartment with a lounge and a kitchen for the night; that way, each of the ‘whores’ would have a bedroom to take the client that chose them and Gary and I could hide in the kitchen and listen to the action.

“You’ve thought of everything,” I said, stunned.

“Not yet, but in three weeks’ time I will have,” she replied smugly.

“Three weeks?” I was amazed. “As soon as that?”

She nodded.

“One of my London friends can’t make the next two weekends and the other goes away for a month the week after. It was then or never so I reserved the apartment now, just in case.

For a long time I didn’t know what to say; I just stared open-mouthed at the She-Devil’s self-satisfied expression. Eventually my voice returned.

“Who are they, the two ‘clients’?” I asked.

“They’re two old friends from when Steve and I lived in London,” Carmen replied. “They’re part of the Islington swinging set and I’ve known both their wives for ages. Steve and I never really swapped – you know what we’re into better than most – but we kept in touch after we moved up North.”

“Are they keen?”

Carmen looked at me as if I’d just asked the world’s most stupid question. She replied in a slow ‘talking-to-an-idiot’ voice.

“You’re asking if two fit, good-looking men are keen to have an evening of no-strings sex with two sexy, very attractive girls who are pretending to be prostitutes and will do absolutely anything they ask. Hmmm; let me think about that!”

She had a point.

“Are their wives okay about it too?” I wondered.

“As okay as you are about your wife being fucked by a stranger,” she replied, reminding me of the unusual nature of my marriage as far as fidelity was concerned. “They’ve been swingers for years.”

I stared in silence for a moment, amazed at this woman’s incredible manipulative mind.

“Have you mentioned it to Alice or Julie? And what about Gary?”

“Julie’s really up for it. I’m leaving it to her to persuade her husband; it might be a bit tricky. As for your lovely wife, I thought you would prefer to break the good news. After all, you might have to rearrange your diaries and go shopping!”

This would be exciting in itself; seeing the look on my wife’s face when I explained Carmen’s scheme would be a real treat.

“I’ll tell her tonight,” I said eagerly.

There was a pleasant pause in the conversation while we sipped more of our cooling coffee. I sat back in my seat for a moment before Carmen brought me forward again with her next sentence.

“So have you thought about Hilary?” she asked casually.

“What?” I asked, completely wrong-footed.

“Hilary; your admirer! She’s getting quite insistent according to Elaine; especially now someone has told her about that magic tongue of yours.”

“Who told her? I asked amazed but pleased. “Only you and Julie know – oh and Alice of course.”

Carmen looked mock-sheepish and spoke in her most unconvincing ‘innocent’ voice.

“Well I suppose I might have mentioned it to Elaine and I suppose she might have mentioned it to Hilary. That might have happened I suppose.”

I tried to look cross but failed miserably. What man would object to his sexual prowess being praised by a woman who had really experienced it? Of course in my case the prowess in question lay more above my waistline than below; I wasn’t at all convinced I would be able to satisfy a seasoned swinger like Hilary with my cock.

“Have you talked to the Hotwife about it?” she asked, meaning Alice.

“She says it’s okay with her if I want to see Hilary. I can even fuck her if I want but...”

“But you’re not comfortable being a bull?”

I shook my head.

“We’re not swingers. As Alice said so brutally, I’m Cucky-Boy; I can’t properly satisfy my own wife. I;m not sure I have the confidence to try and satisfy someone else’s, especially if she’s as experienced as Hilary.”

Carmen thought for a minute or so.

“What if Steve and I invited you and Alice round for an evening and just suppose Hilary was available too – with or without her husband?”

“Go on,” I said, intrigued at the She-Devil’s quick-thinking, manipulative mind.

“What if after dinner things got a bit more relaxed and Steve took Little Alice upstairs for a good seeing-to? You could spend a bit of private time in the guest room with Hilary if you both felt like it?”

This was good as far as it went but didn’t get over the potential problem with my abilities in bed. I told her so.

“Well, in the unlikely event that she needs more than you can provide, you could always ask Steve to come in and finish her off. Once he’s finished with Little Alice of course.”

My mouth dropped open.

Twenty minutes later I was back at my desk. Work was impossible for the rest of the day; how could I possibly concentrate with this amazing plan going round and round in my head?

***

“Do I take it as a ‘yes’?” I asked my wife ironically.

Alice had finally finished in the en-suite bathroom and was walking slowly towards the bed late that evening in her fluffy white bathrobe. Even without her make-up and with her hair loose and unbrushed she looked stunningly attractive - although she had complained once again about the condition of her skin.

There was no need for her to reply; the effect on my wife when I had told her about Carmen’s ‘Night as a Whore’ idea had been like Christmas coming early. I had seldom seen her as bright and excited about anything – certainly not since our Hotwife and Cuckold lifestyle had begun. She had asked me question after question, positively buzzing around the bedroom with nervous sexual energy.

“Of course it’s a ‘yes’!” she beamed. “Carmen always was a manipulative genius but she’s really surpassed herself this time. It’s a brilliant idea!”

I thought so too but I wasn’t going to praise the She-Devil too highly in my wife’s presence.

“I’m pleased,” I said instead. “I was getting worried about you and your... appetites!”

Alice cocked her head on one side at looked at me with a small frown.

“You do know that they’re not a threat to our marriage, don’t you?” she asked, suddenly serious. “I mean, you’ve been so good and understanding about my ‘new needs’.”

“I’ve tried to be,” I agreed.

“You have been! I couldn’t ask for a more caring, loving husband. If anything, letting me fuck other men has made me love you much more rather than less.”

“Alice I...” I began but her unexpected emotional outburst had taken me completely by surprise.

“I mean it! All that ‘Cucky-Boy’ teasing is my way of saying ‘thank you and I love you’,” she insisted.

A warm glow came over me. In a perverse way that to me seemed only natural, hearing my sweet, lovely wife say these things made the agony of her many infidelities very worthwhile. She unwrapped her bathrobe, hung it on the back of the bedroom door then walked towards the bed where I was lying.

Unusually, she was naked beneath her robe. I admired her skinny, athletic, almost androgynous body from her dainty feet, up her thin, bony legs to her angular hips. My eyes traced the lines of her flat tummy to her almost invisible breasts and finally to her pretty face, marvelling at the physical changes that our new lifestyle had brought in little over a year.

Returning my gaze to her thighs, I noticed that her hairless vulva had been recently shaved; from the slight pinkness I guessed that this had been the cause of her lengthy stay in the bathroom. Then her body went out of sight as she slipped under the duvet and cuddled up to me.

I wrapped her bony frame in my arms and felt her body pressed against mine. For a moment I imagined it being pressed against those other men but dismissed the thought; right then she was mine!

“Are you sure you’re okay about this ‘Whore’ idea?” she asked, looking at me concernedly. “I mean, at its most basic, I’ll be fucking a complete stranger for money, even if it is a set-up.”

As was now commonplace in our marriage, her use of the ‘f-word’ and her desire to be fucked seemed perfectly normal.

“I think it’s really exciting,” I told her truthfully. “It’ll be tough for me, I won’t pretend it won’t but if it makes you feel as excited as this, I don’t see how we can turn down the opportunity, do you?”

She kissed me on the cheek, giving me a big hug, her skinny, bony body pressed tightly against mine.

“You’re a very special man, Cucky-Boy. I do love you!”

I glowed with pleasure at these words, as always amazed how my wife’s continued rampant infidelity could actually bring us closer together as a couple. We hugged for a long time, me kissing the top of her lovely blonde head until I felt able to tell her what Carmen had suggested about my unexpected fan.

“She’s serious, isn’t she?” Alice said once I’d finished telling her Carmen’s plan.

“It seems so. What on earth did Carmen tell Elaine about me?” I wondered.

“You really are very good with that tongue of yours, CB,” my wife told me plainly. “Even after a session with Steve or Mitch you can still give me one last climax – especially when you use your fingers too.”

“It’s a shame I can’t do the same with this thing,” I said, pressing my budding erection into her tummy.

“You’re not bad with it,” she said. “And we came pretty close the other night. I’m just spoilt I guess.”

She took my hardening cock into her hand and caressed it almost absent-mindedly. I felt a surge of blood to my loins and a stiffening in important places.

“It’s a nice cock,” she pondered as if thinking about it for the first time, toying with it’s stiffening shaft and firming tip as she spoke. “Not as long as Steve’s though, and not as thick as Mitch’s...”

She was teasing me now, her eyes twinkling as her hand slid up and down my very-hard shaft.

“I wonder if it tastes different too...”

A moment later she had thrown back the duvet leaving our two bodies naked on the divan. Keeping her eyes fixed on mine, my lovely wife lowered her head to my waist as her hand raised my cock to the vertical. She lowered her head further and a moment later both her face and my cock had disappeared in a cascade of blonde hair and the smooth, over-sensitive tip of my erection was engulfed by a warm, slippery cavern.

Alice’s tongue went into overdrive, licking all around my shaft, over the rounded tip, across the tiny lips at its peak then seeking out every sensitive cell in the ridge below. The sensations went on and on, growing stronger and stronger. I felt her hand on my sack, cupping it, kneading it, toying with its two, firm occupants.

My legs parted instantly. I felt a finger delving between my cheeks, its tip touching my anus so lightly and yet so wonderfully that my head fell back in amazement and the sensations overwhelmed me.

This was oral sex on a world-class scale; I had never imagined my sweet wife capable of such amazing cock-sucking. For a moment I wondered which of her lovers had instructed her so effectively but then, as the licking and sucking grew even more insistent, I knew I simply didn’t care.

“Mmmmm Alice...” I moaned.

“Shh! Don’t wake the kids!” she mumbled, her mouth full of erect penis.

I felt her hand leave my sack then, without taking my cock from her mouth, she wriggled her whole body round until, to my delight, she was straddling my face, one knee either side of my head. I blinked, my wife’s freshly-shaved vulva was merely inches above my mouth and nose, ready for the oral attention she clearly wanted.

My heart thumped in my chest; a sixty-nine was something we hadn’t tried since the kids had been born!

I reached around her bottom with my arms until my palms were on her bony buttocks then, as my wife’s mouth settled into a steady rhythm around my cock, I raised my mouth firmly towards her vulva, took a deep breath then drew the flat of my tongue firmly across her slit from her hooded clitoris, over her inner lips and down to her puckered anus.

“Ooooowwww!”

Alice’s body bucked, her vulva rammed hard against my nose and lips as her teeth sank painfully into the head of my cock.

“Sorry!” she mumbled.

Ignoring the jolt of pain, I began to tongue my wife’s vulva with all the skill and energy I could muster. In return, I felt her mouth getting more and more active on my cock. Alice’s tongue seemed to be everywhere all at once; licking my tip, nibbling my shaft, sucking my balls into her mouth and teasing them.

I licked her slit, I plunged my tongue into her vagina, I insinuated the tip of my tongue under her hood and rasped over the hard nub of her engorged clitoris. Her skin was silky smooth, not even a hint of stubble to make my tongue sore. I took maximum advantage, running both its flat and tip over her puffy outer lips, along the folds at the top of her thighs before exploring every, fold, every crevice, every nook and cranny of her dark, damp slit itself.

Alice’s juices simply poured into my open, active mouth as I tongued and sucked her vulva. Within seconds, I felt her body tremble and shake as the tremors of approaching climax began.

At first she tried to keep at least some of her attention on my cock but it was hopeless - and I wanted it to be.

Trying hard to read her body’s responses, the more she trembled, the harder I tongued, giving her vulva no respite from stimulation, taking the highs of her climaxes even higher and giving her no chance to relax between waves of arousal.

“NnnngggHHH!”

It worked; the inner thighs either side of my head rippled, her whole body began to shake above my face.

“NNNNNNNN!”

Alice’s back arched high, bringing her vulva down hard onto my face. I grunted as her pelvic bone ground against my teeth, knowing that I would now have at least one thick lip in the morning.

I didn’t care; I would wear it as a trophy to remind myself of my wonderful, unfaithful wife all day.

I tongued harder, using my nose to stimulate the base of her slit while sucking her clitoris into my mouth and running my front teeth across its tiny shaft.

“Jeeesssussss!”

Then it happened! Suddenly all my efforts were rewarded as we reached the cunnilinguist’s ultimate goal, the sudden and dramatic change in a woman’s vaginal secretions that announce the arrival of a real, hard, unmistakeable orgasm.

Above my messy face my wife’s skinny body went into spasm, my mouth, nose, head and chest filled with the deep bitterness that a woman’s orgasm brings to the amazing juices that flood from a body out of control.

It was the sensation I adored above all others much; the goal of all my attentions; the flavour and aroma that can drive a man insane.

Up to the point of orgasm, every woman’s body I had ever tasted had been different; in some cases very different. To my certain knowledge, Alice, Carmen and Julie’s vaginal secretions were unique and wonderfully distinctive but once that magic orgasmic point had been reached, the flavours were the same.

And in every case, incredibly arousing!

I lapped at my wife’s slit eagerly as if trying to draw every last drop of the bitter, aromatic fluids into my mouth. Her body temporarily out of her control, Alice had completely abandoned my cock but the heady narcotic aroma around my head had made me forget it too.

“Oooowwwwwyyyyyeeeessss!”

Alice was trying to stifle the noises emanating from her mouth but it wasn’t working. This was one of my most successful assaults on her vulva; the orgasm washing over her was profound and unstoppable as the copious flow of fluids into my mouth bore witness.

Her legs, already weak and wobbly gave way and her hips fell full onto my face, crushing my lips against my teeth, making the morning’s expected ‘fat lip’ much worse but I still didn’t care. Wrapping my arms around her waist I pulled my face harder and harder against her weeping slit, my tongue a blur against her protruding clitoris.

‘KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK’

The knock at the door was soft but unmistakeable. We both froze, our bodies trembling, our heads still, listening hard.

‘KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK’

There it was again.

“Mummmmm?” Mummmmyyyy?”

It was the unmistakeable voice of our daughter, dreamy and a little upset. Alice hurled her naked body from mine and rolled back onto the mattress, grabbing her discarded bathrobe pulling it quickly on as her feet touched the carpet.

“Sweetheart?” she called in her ‘mommy’ voice as she crossed to the door. “Are you okay?”

As her hand touched the doorknob, my wife turned towards where I lay on the bed as hissed anxiously.

“Get in the bathroom and clean yourself up!”

I rose from the bed and half ran to the en-suite, closing the door behind me just as my wife pulled open the bedroom door to reveal a young, pyjama-clad girl, still half-asleep and very disorientated.

“Are you okay mummy? I heard you crying...”

As her mother took the child in her arms I closed the door and sat on the closed toilet seat. I could hear Alice’s muffled, soothing voice as she calmed and reassured our troubled daughter.

That had been close, I thought. We had been so absorbed in each other that we had nearly allowed our daughter to see something no child should see. It had been a lucky escape; next time the door would be locked – but I did not expect ‘next time’ to be any time soon!

A movement above my head caught my attention; it was my reflection in the large over-sink mirror. I stared; no wonder Alice had insisted I hid. No daughter should see her father with the red, puffy, juice-encrusted face I bore. My upper lip had already started to swell too; in the morning it would look as if I had been in a fight!

I ran a bowlful of warm water and washed my wife’s amazing juices from my face, neck and hair with some reluctance. The aroma was still strong and I inhaled deeply, running my tongue around my mouth and over my lips to enjoy every departing drop of sweet secretion.

I heard the bedroom door closing again and a moment later the bathroom door was opened. Alice smiled in at me, her face full of relief. It was also flushed pink, her lips were puffy and her hair wildly tousled.

“How is she?” I asked.

“Asleep,” my wife replied.

“Does she have any idea...”

“I don’t think so. She didn’t see anything but we really should be more careful.”

“Right!” I grinned as I walked back into the bedroom. “Do you need a shower?”

“I’m too tired. I’ll shower in the morning.”

We both looked down at the rumpled sheet with its two large, damp patches.

“I’ll have to change the bed tomorrow too,” she smiled ruefully, discarding her bathrobe and pulling on a short cotton nightdress.

I pulled on my sleep shorts and we returned to bed where we cuddled for a long time, kissing gently, feeling each other’s bodies, sharing the aftermath of perhaps the most intimate thing a man and woman can do.

The love flowing between us was almost tangible. How I adored this woman, I thought; this amazing, sexy, intelligent woman; the mother of our two wonderful children; the woman who had chosen me to spend her life with.

The fact that this amazing woman shared her body with other men simply didn’t matter; her heart was mine. The infidelity was part of her, part of what made her uniquely special and if it brought her pleasure, it brought me pleasure too.

It was hard to understand; even harder to explain as these stories clearly show but at that moment I wouldn’t have exchanged my new life as cuckold to this amazing woman for any number of boring, monogamous years in a ‘normal’ marriage.

The thought reminded me of Carmen’s latest scheme; her latest plan to erode my wife’s fidelity still further and heap yet further humiliation on my head.

The plan we all knew we all wanted so badly!

“So what do you think?” I asked Alice as she began to doze, kissing her tousled blonde head affectionately. “Would you come for dinner and extras at Carmen and Steve’s?

“Well...” she grinned with an exaggerated yawn. “Obviously an evening in bed with Steve would be boring as hell for me but, just to please you...”

***

“That’s good news on all fronts, Mister Cuckold,” Carmen sounded pleased the following morning when I phoned to tell her my wife’s positive response. “But Alice called me herself an hour ago. I couldn’t believe how excited she was.”

I was amazed; Alice must have called the She-Devil as soon as she had taken the kids to school. She really was keen on the ‘Whore for the Night’ idea.

“Are Julie and Gary happy too?” I asked, eager not to have the plan spoiled now it had been so well received.

“Julie’s very keen like I told you,” Carmen replied. “But Gary’s not sure. Between you and me, I’m not sure how comfortable he is about the whole cuckold thing. It’s a bit late to have second thoughts though; Julie’s fidelity is long gone; she’s never going to go back to being the innocent housewife and mother she used to be.”

I knew from my own observations that this was right. Having once become an adulteress, there seemed to be no moral constraints holding her back any longer.

“He’s not against it enough to ask her not to go but I suspect he won’t want to come and watch.”

I felt deflated; having got Alice this excited, I really didn’t want her to be let down. But Carmen hadn’t finished.

“So how would you feel about pimping out them both?”

I must have sounded puzzled.

“I mean if Gary won’t come, why don’t you take both girls to the bar on your own, just to make sure they’re safe and everything goes okay. You might even get to listen to both of them being fucked. Could you handle that?”

Of course I could. There was very little I wouldn’t do to make my adored wife happy. I pretended it was a difficult decision but Carmen knew me too well.

“Of course,” I replied then a wave of doubt came over me. “But if Gary’s unhappy, I don’t want to make their marriage any more shaky than it already is.”

“I know what you mean,” Carmen said quietly. “Sometimes I do wonder what I’ve started. You and Little Alice are naturals for the lifestyle and I was sure they were too but now...”

“Now you’re not so certain?”

She sighed.

“Julie’s really up for it. She’s keener than anyone I’ve even known – your lovely wife included. She’s wild about her new-found sex-life, like a dog with two tails but Gary...”

“He’s having second thoughts?”

“Maybe. Perhaps you can talk to him?”

“I’ll try,” I promised. “Julie’s round our house all the time but I really don’t see Gary very often. He’s opened up a bit in the past but after that evening when I ‘went down’ on Julie he’s been far less talkative.”

“He’s going to have to be okay,” Carmen insisted. “There’s no way we can put the genie back into the bottle; Julie’s never going to go back to the way things were before.”

“Is she really that bad?” I asked in disbelief.

“You saw her at the New Year Ball with your own eyes. Since then she lost her anal virginity with Steve and is now talking about threesomes with him and Mitch.”

“Wow!”

“I know. Who would have guessed that sweet, innocent, one-lover-in-her-life-yummy-mummy would turn into such a slut? But there it is!”

There was a long silence while both of us contemplated the transformation in which we had both played a part, albeit a small part in my case.

“So you WILL play pimp to both girls if he backs out?” Carmen asked again insistently, bringing us both back to the point of the phone call.

“If that’s what’s needed then certainly I will,” I said immediately. “To be honest, I’m really looking forward to it already!”

“Then it’s a date,” Carmen said cheerfully. “Now about my friend Hilary...”