Jake slept well that night. After masturbating and cleaning himself up, he turned out his light and dropped off to sleep. He had enjoyed his moment of self-love. It wasn’t often that he masturbated… he had no real need to, but there were times when fantasy-induced masturbation was better than actual sex.
He had pictured George squatting behind Anne, holding her legs in the air, while he fucked her. It was always a favourite position of his; looking up at the husband’s face as he looked down at his cock slamming in and out of his wife. Her deafening screams filled the bedroom as she orgasmed time and time again. Afterwards, he would withdraw slowly; allowing the husband to watch his long, thick cock, glistening with cum exiting his wife’s cunt. Then Jake would climb off the bed, after taking over the holding of her legs; the husband never needing to be told what was expected of him next. Some would hesitate for a moment as his cum trickled from his wife; others would get straight down to it, but whatever their preference they would all end up cleaning their wife’s cunt, filled with another man’s seed. It was a humiliating scene that Jake always enjoyed.
He would watch them later lift away from their wives with cheeks glistening with juices. Most would turn and face him as he stood there at the side of the bed. He would be smiling and sporting another erection. They would look down at it with both envy and admiration. Some would slide off the bed to make way for him to service their wife again, but some would also lean over and take his cock in their mouths before making way. As a cuckold once told him, ‘It is never enough to taste another man that has been deep inside your wife’s cunt, sometimes you have to taste her on the man himself, and in the process of humiliation, get him fully hard to go again. You owe it to your wife.’
It was Jenny who woke him. She wanted to know if there was any shopping he needed. He had no idea but Jenny, being a wife and mother, had a good idea of what was needed, and she knew his tastes. “I’ll do a shop for the week and bring it over.”
He had just finished his shower when Anne rang him. She said good morning and then went on tell him about the effect of his text message to George the night before. “He really is looking forward to seeing pictures of me in the various stages of pregnancy,” she told him. “I couldn’t believe it!”
“George is a cuckold,” he told her, “you can believe anything. I’ve had them holding my balls as I pump seed in their wife.”
“Fucking hell!”
Jake laughed.
“Maybe George will hold yours for you while you fuck me?”
They both laughed for a moment. “Maybe,” he told her. “Maybe I’ll have him guiding my cock into you before sitting down to watch you get impregnated.”
“I don’t care what you make him do, as long as you get me pregnant.”
Jake found himself with another erection and thought of Jenny. She would be round soon. There would be time for a fuck before they went off for lunch.
After Anne ended their call his memory went back into his past to the time when he got his first married woman pregnant. Barbara had been a work colleague at an electrical company at which he had worked. She was in her late thirties and had recently remarried. At the works Christmas party, they had danced. Jake plied her with drink and had given her a lift home. A diversion to a lay-by and a climb into the back seat had introduced her to the joy of sex with a well-endowed man. The only problem was that her husband had had a vasectomy, at the insistence of his ex-wife. Jake hated condoms and she wasn’t keen on them either. They met regularly for sex and took the risk of Jake pulling out before he came. Most times he was successful, but a few times he couldn’t pull out on time, and Barbara got pregnant.
She had debated whether or not to have a termination but in the end, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. One night, before her pregnancy began to show, she confessed to her husband that she had been seeing another man and that she was pregnant. Richard was hurt and upset, but he loved her, forgave her, and said he would bring the child up as his own. Although she had stopped seeing Jake and was looking for another job to avoid being near him, Richard wanted to know about the man she had been seeing. She felt uncomfortable about his asking her about Jake’s size and his prowess in bed. She also sensed that he seemed excited when he coaxed her to tell him about their trysts, but the bombshell came when he told her that he wanted to meet Jake. She couldn’t understand it… a husband wanting to get to know the man that had been fucking his wife. Jake also couldn’t understand either, but he agreed to meet up with them for a drink one night.
They met in a nearby hotel bar. Introductions over without a handshake, they shared a few drinks on the hotel terrace. At first, the conversation was stilted. Jake knew that Richard was getting the measure of him, but he felt a sense of dominance over him. It was his first experience of real cuckolding. He had fucked many wives previously, but all had done it without their husband’s knowledge. Richard knew that he had been cuckolded and was engaging in conversation with the man that had not only fucked his wife but had also impregnated her.
Barbara had left them to go the cloakroom when their conversation changed. “Will you be looking to have a say in your child’s parenting?” Richard had asked.
Jake shook his head. “No.”
“Good,” he responded. “We were both worried that you might want access and the like.”
“It… it was just sex between Barbara and I. Yes, we knew the risk, but we just thought that nothing would happen.”
