The Cuckold Prologue

Well, Gentle Reader, what can I say? The Laura in this story reflects a woman I spent several nights with during the 1970s when I was a happy member of a "swinging" group. She was big, okay, she was fat, and brassy, and if I had married her, I suspect this is about how it would have gone. She was sex incarnate and, well, I was young and impressionable. Anyway, let's see if you like it.

The Cuckold

Prologue

I was like a kid with a snow day. No matter that I was 24, a sophomore in college, and yes, a straight "A" student. I don't care who you are, when another professor walks in and tells you the teacher is home sick today, it's a snow day. I wasn't the only one, either. The others in the class, all younger than I since they hadn't spent four years doing their trick for their country in the Air Force, were laughing along with me.

So I hopped into my car, a used Fiat 124 Spyder that I was slowly making reliable, and headed home. I couldn't wait to catch my wife of two years at home and surprise her with a day in bed. She might be twice my age, well, okay, twice plus 5, but she was still the most passionate woman I had ever known. I was hard before I hit fifth gear.

Our house, well, Laura's house, paid for as part of her divorce settlement, was in one of those subdivisions laid out when, for some reason, the planners and architects and developers had decided that straight streets were somehow wrong. It's an upscale subdivision, three- and four-bedroom houses, mostly what they call split-level ranchers, on large lots. Many, ours included, had swimming pools. The usual assortment of trucks bearing theirJack's Lawn Care,Ajax Exterminators, orSam the Handymandoor decals was scattered around.

I didn't think anything about it, then, whenPaul the Pool Guy'struck was on the street when I pulled in.

I went in through the garage door, not wanting to make theRingdoorbell go off. I wanted to surprise her. I loved sneaking up on her and making her jump.

The sneakers I always wore allowed me to walk silently. Well, the carpeting helped too. So I was silent as a breeze as I worked down the hall. I looked into her office, but she wasn't there. So I went toward our bedroom, hoping to catch her napping.

I caught her all right, but she wasn't napping.

She was on the bed, on all fours, big pale tits, very white against the tan on the rest of her, swaying with every thrust of the guy that had her mounted like a dog. And she was going "woof, woof, woof" with every thrust.

She saw me in the mirror, met my eye, and shook her head a little, not making any attempt to hide what she was doing.

I was shocked.

But I was also immediately hard.

She tilted her head slightly, side to side, the universal gesture for "Get out."

I stepped back, but I could still hear. And I was so goddam hard I hurt.

"Woof, woof, woof," as the bed creaked, and as I listened, I could hear the little slaps every time he thrust, and his little grunts.

"Woof, woof, woof," they were coming a little faster now.

"Give it to me, Baby," she said, "woof, woof, woof."

A loud slap, and I could picture his hand striking her big white ass.

"Give it to me, Baby," she said again, and now she howled.

"Fill me up, Baby," she said, her voice getting louder, making me wonder if it was for my benefit, "Come on, Baby, FILL ME UP."

Another loud slap, and this time she yelped.

"FILL ME UP!!!" she yelled.

And then his loud growl and her hissed, "yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssss."

"That's right, Baby, fill me up," she said, this time more softly.

A few seconds passed, and then I heard her say, "Thanks, Baby, I needed that. Now get dressed and go on, my husband will be home soon."

"I thought you said he'd be gone all day," he said.

She laughed softly.

"I lied, now go on, get dressed," she said, and I could picture her lying back, satisfied the way she liked to do.

"Come on, honey," he said, and then there was steel in her voice when she said, "Go on now."

I was listening hard then. I heard the bed creak, then some rustling. Before long, I heard her say, "No, go on now, you know the way out."

I heard steps and ducked into the office. I heard the door open and close, and then her voice.

"Coast is clear, Baby, come on in," she called.

When I went into the bedroom, she was naked on the bed, her head propped up on a pillow, an ashtray on her big soft belly, and one of herKoolsin her mouth.

She smiled, languidly.

"Oh, get that look off your face," she said, taking a drag on the cigarette and blowing smoke at the ceiling, "I saw you watching."

I didn't say anything, and she crooked her finger, saying, "Come here, Baby."

She flashed that smile that had won my heart.

When I didn't move, the smile disappeared.

"Oh, David, don't be a bitch," she snapped, "now come here, I want to show you something."

So I went to the bed and stood, still refusing to smile or say anything.

She reached out with that odd, almost uncanny quickness she has and grabbed my crotch.

"See," she said, grinning, "you're hard. You liked it."

I tried to step back, but she squeezed a bit harder.

"Don't," she snapped, "be a fucking bitch. You know how I feel about that."

I couldn't help the tears that started down my cheeks. It wasn't the pain, she knew how to hold my balls so I couldn't move, but she didn't particularly hurt me. It was that I was shocked and hurt, emotionally, by what I'd seen.

"Oh, honey," she said, "you knew I had big appetites. Now get out of your clothes and take mama's titty." As she finished, she was lifting her heavy breast, jiggling it a little, her nipple very hard from her earlier arousal.

"Why," I started, but she interrupted, snapping, "Get out of your goddam clothes, David."

So I stripped.

And she was right, of course, I was fully erect.

I crawled into bed and took her offered nipple.

As I started to move around, to get my knees between hers, she rolled to the side, blocking me.

"Later for that, honey," she said softly, stroking my hair while I suckled.

She finished her cigarette as I nursed, wishing again I could talk her into inducing lactation so I could have her milk. But just suckling on her nipple, her whole areola, and some extra tissue in my mouth as my tongue massaged her nipple against the roof of my mouth, was soothing.

I felt her stub out the cigarette and then the little rocking of the bed as she reached around to put the ashtray on the bedside table.

I felt her finger, very gentle, as she inserted it between my lips and her breast, breaking the latch I had. My lips kept sucking even as she pulled her nipple out.

"Look at me, David," she said, so I met her eyes.

"Are you okay now?" she asked.

I smiled and nodded.

"And do you want me?" she asked.

I smiled and nodded again.

"Good," she said, "now go down on me and clean me up first."

I froze.

"Laura," I started, but again she interrupted me.

"Do you want me?" she asked.

"Yes," I said in a low voice.

"Then do what I want," she said, and lay back, spreading her legs.

When I hesitated, she slapped me on the top of my head.

"Goddam it," she snapped, "do what I want."

So I started squirming down to do as she bade.

When I looked, his cum was still running out of her, very thick and white.

"Come on, Baby," she said, rocking her hips.

I moved forward, kissing her lips, trying to avoid what was running out of her.

But, of course, I knew it was hopeless.

"God DAMN it," she snapped, and I felt both of her hands entwine in my hair and pull my face hard against her pussy.

My body rebelled. I started to retch.

"Goddam it, if you're going to puke, get to the trash can at least," she said, releasing my hair.

I rolled off the bed and made it to the trash can before I started puking. It was noisy and exhausting. When I was down to dry heaves, nothing coming up but thick mucusy bile, she said, "About done?"

I managed to gasp, "Yes."

"Good," she said, "Now go wash out your mouth and get back here and give me what I want."

I staggered into the bathroom, rinsed my mouth, washed it out withListerine, and then went back to the bed.

"Laura," I started, but she just pointed at her pussy and said, "Get busy."

I thought about saying, "No," but I knew, even as I thought it, I wouldn't.

I went to the foot of the bed and started crawling up. She reached down and parted her labia, exposing her swollen inner lips and allowing another gush of his semen to run out, down the crack of her ass.

"Just do it," I told myself.

I bent forward and buried my mouth between her parted lips, my tongue probing, tasting his semen, but not finding it nauseating this time. I began licking her, as she liked, my tongue starting almost at her asshole and then working slowly up to her clitoris.

I swallowed his cum.

"That's better, Baby," she said in her satisfied voice.

As I licked and swallowed and licked and swallowed, it hit me that I was enjoying it.

She came suddenly, the hard muscular contraction pushing her natural lubricant, her vaginal mucus, thick and warm and slightly salty, along with his cum, into my mouth, almost to overflowing.

I swallowed and realized I was so hard I was throbbing.

She came a second and third time, and I was surprised that I regretted that I was no longer tasting another man's cum.

"Enough, Baby," she said, and rolled over, getting up onto all fours, offering herself, doggy fashion, her favorite position.

When she rolled over, though, I saw his semen on the sheet where it had pooled, and I bent to lick it up, something I felt almost compelled to do.

"What the," I heard as I was licking the sheet, and then she giggled, "Oh, you fucking pervert you, come on, give me a good fuckin' and then we'll talk."

So I mounted her. She was relaxed and so loose that there was almost no sensation.

"Swap holes, Honey," she said, "I know you like it tight."

I pulled out, spread her cheeks, and pushed into her darkly stained asshole.

"Yeah, Baby," she said, "dealer's choice."

I pulled out and went into her pussy and then out and into her asshole.

Oddly, as hard as I was, I was having trouble cumming.

I was tiring, swapping holes with each thrust, and she was starting to grunt with each thrust.

"Yeah, Baby, fuck your fat little piggy," she said and started grunting and squealing.

When I finally came, in her pussy as it happened, she squealed like Ned Beatty inDeliverance.

"That was nice," she said, rolling over, "now clean me up again."

I didn't hesitate this time. I licked with abandon, swallowing my own cum, her vaginal snot, and the shit that had smeared her down there.

When she rolled over, I spread her cheeks and cleaned her asshole too, where she was stained badly from what I had done.

She was smoking again when I had her clean and crawled up beside her.

"You liked it, didn't you?" she asked.

I didn't say anything, and she turned to face me.

"David," she said, serious now, "You knew I had big appetites when you married me. The only question now is how far are you interested in going?"

I still didn't say anything.

"Would you like to know why I understand you?" she asked.

I finally answered, "Yes."

"My ex," she said, chuckling deep in her throat, "he liked it all. He finally had to leave because he was afraid he'd get depressed and commit suicide. So we divorced, and it was amicable, really, but he loved my needs, just too much."

I guess the lack of my understanding was clear on my face.

"Look," she said, grinning, "You liked licking up his cum, didn't you?"

I felt myself blushing but managed to say, "Yes."

"Oh shit, Honey," she said, laughter in her voice, "I saw you licking the goddam sheets so don't deny it."

And for the first time since I got home, I smiled.

She smiled and kissed me.

"Would you like to watch?" she asked.

"Watch?" I said, stupidly.

"Yes. Would you like me to call someone and you, oh, I don't know, hide in the closet so you could watch?" she asked.

"Oh God," I sort of moaned.

She reached down and touched where I wasn't really hard, but I was getting there.

"You would, wouldn't you, pervert," she said, but with a smile.

"Maybe," I said.

"Would you like to help me get ready? Do my hair and my makeup? Shave my lips? Make sure I look good?" she asked.

I was getting into the flow of it now and said, "Maybe."

Her eyebrows went up.

"Oooooooh, you'd like to help, wouldn't you?" she said.

I shook my head slightly, not understanding.

"Oh, you know if you think about it. Get my pussy nice and slick for him. Make sure he's nice and hard for me. Maybe guide him. Bring us drinks. Then clean us both up after," she said.

I could feel my eyes getting bigger as she spoke.

She grinned.

"It's okay, Honey," she said, "we all have our appetites."

And that is how my new life began.