1. A Good Wife. Chapter 1


    Date: 8/9/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: Ozel, Rating: 16, Source: LushStories

    round ass against my person, my favourite sleep time manoeuvre. I make no quarrels in announcing I love her bum! It was what made me want her in the first place and it still holds its power over me now. So I rubbed her ample ass cheeks a little and kissed her neck, and her back, she loved it. But the game was, she still pretends to be asleep, so as my touch becomes gradually firmer, and my finger begins to accidental graze her pearl she begins to writhe more and more until she's begging me to touch her there. I was rock hard by now and she was ready to accept me, but my mind was drawn away towards the dildo in my bedside drawer. I edged away from her hot body, being careful to keep a hand between her arse cheeks, gently teasing to touch her lips. I fumbled around in the drawer and took a hold of the dildo. Unfortunately it was still in its packaging and I struggled to undo the thick plastic casing. This made quite a noise and her passion was broken. She quickly flipped around and sat up to see what I was doing. An argument pursued which ended in her offering to put it up my arse if I was so obsessed with it. I duly declined her offer. She said, "Well what makes you think I want it up me then?" Even though I took her point I still questioned that her vagina was made to take such shapes and it was natural - my arse was meant for shitting. This night ended with her rolling over and going to sleep. My cock was left to go down of its own accord - not a great result. So with that ...
    I drew a line through the dildo adventure. Still I wondered what her problem was, surely she would enjoy it if she tried. I was totally disappointed and I feared I would have as much chance of getting her in a cuckold situation, as I would making her ride a rainbow. When the door bell went my heart missed a beat. We looked at each other for a long moment then I went to answer it. I was met by a tall man, one who looked a bit younger and slimmer than his picture and he was also a bit darker skinned. He was obviously mixed race, I would of hazarded a quick guess that he was part middle eastern or of the sort. His beard was more full than on the picture too and he somehow looked less well kept than I'd imagined. Still he was here and I had to let him in. The thought that my wife had the power to turn him away entered my mind as a bit of a relief for the first time. He offered me his hand as he introduced himself. As I took it and welcomed him in I couldn't help notice how big and strong his hand was. My own are far from feeble but as I shook his I felt inferior instantly. My mind instantly questioned the size of his manhood in comparison. I showed him through to the lounge where my wife sat, hugging her knees nervously on the sofa. I remember her looking so small and sweet sitting there as I moved aside so that he could enter the room. He was quick to offer her his paddle as he saw her, not even giving her time to rise from her seat he took her small hand in his and he gently ...
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