Chapter 3: The big tease
Margaret did indeed make me suffer, insisting on remaining in the holiday cottage all day and teasing me by roaming about with no clothes on, despite the fact that there were three windows open to the road and she would have been clearly visible to anyone walking past. From time to time, she would play with her pussy and when it got very wet she would request my attention in consuming some of the sweet flowing nectar. I didn’t need the viagra, my cock was rock hard all day!
Just after we had eaten lunch and I had taken the used plates etc. into the kitchen, I returned to the lounge to see her sat on the settee grinning and facing the large window to the road with her fingers buried in her pussy. She was just about to climax to her first (to my knowledge or at least witnessing) self induced orgasm when I glanced out of the window to spy an old man standing there watching her. As she calmed down, she waved to him and, after waving back, he wandered off. “That was good” she said “especially with an audience, but I’m still very wet – are you still thirsty?”. Without a second’s delay, I was there again enjoying her plentiful supply of nectar. She wouldn’t let me bring her to another orgasm, reminding me that she didn’t want to get too tired. “Are you ready for that chat” she enquired.
“I’m really enjoying the long lost fantasy of a black man and his large equipment, but is this new invigorated attitude to sex going to be too much for you” she asked. Continuing she added that she didn’t know what had come over her but she was enjoying it and that, judging from my reaction last night. it would appear that I was too. She said “I really love and need you, so I don’t want to upset you but I really fancy sex with your new friend John but how do you feel about it?”. I could see that she was really highly turned on so much that her pussy was juicing big time such that it was running down her leg so I said “let me demonstrate how happy I am – come here and let me clean up your juices again” adding “feel how hard my dick is and I’ve not been near my viagra this time”. Whilst I was enjoying cleaning her again, she tried to explain her feelings to me about wanting John and how she really felt that she should experience a black cock at least once in her life, reminding me that her time must be soon running out. I told her that I loved her too and that anything sexually that she wished for I would go along with along as I was aware of what she was up to and preferably was around, to which she replied “You had better be around – who else did I think was going to clean up her messy pussy? “.
“I think that you had better get on the phone to John and ask him round to give your loving wife a jolly good fucking” she demanded and I was more than willing to oblige.
Chapter 4: The phone call
My hands were shaking so much I could hardly pick up my mobile phone, let alone find John’s number and dial it. How exactly do you ask someone you hardly know, or at least only met a few days ago, that you want (and I really did WANT) him to come round and have sex with your loving wife of nearly forty years. OK, she had been married once before me but that still only meant she had enjoyed sex with only two people.
Before I could even dial his number, Margaret called out “Put it on speaker phone, I want to hear what John has to say”. I paused, thinking about what I should say, and then excitedly dialled the number. It rang for ages but was eventually answered. Margaret was smiling expectantly, but I was a mess – I barely managed a “Hello John” when he helped me out by replying “is this the call I have been hoping for?”. “Yes, it certainly is” I eagerly replied “Margaret would love you to pop round as she has a deep itch she would like you to scratch!”.
“OK then, I’ll probably come round tonight” he replied “but first a few questions. Have you two been intimate?”. Margaret’s smile got even wider as I submissively replied “Only cleaning duties as she is saving herself for something better – she is continuing to tease me”. “Good” he responded “are you keeping her pussy well lubricated?”. “She’s getting very good at that herself” I meekly replied.
When he realised that we were on speaker phone, he asked M. directly “Have you much knowledge of the cuckold lifestyle? “. “A bit” she admitted “I did some research on the internet this morning while you two perv’s were comparing notes”. That’s why she was so turned on, I thought to myself. “How many times have you orgasmed so far today, then? ” he enquired. Margaret looked a bit sheepish but honestly replied “Two from my darling husband on cleanup duties and another glorious self-induced one whilst being watched by a man walking up the road – my first at my own hand, I don’t know why I have wasted all this time not doing DIY”. “Well you had better not have any more or you will be too tired when I arrive and I can then ensure that the fun continues” he retorted. Completely ignoring me, he enquired of M. whether I had been so lucky – “not since last night” she replied. On his response of “Good, keep him horny” she replied “I intend to, I love it when he is so horny he doesn’t know where to put himself and is so attentive to my desires”.
“Just so that you know, I shall not be using any condoms” he informed us “I only ever do bare-back, but I don’t suppose pregnancy risks are a concern to you now and I like to make sure that Cucky is able to get his fill after I have taken his wife”. M. replied “that’s OK, Chris loves a spunk filled pussy as he gladly cleaned mine last night after leaving the largest ever deposit, but you probably already know that !”.
“See you about 7” he said, terminating the call.
“What are we going to do until then?” Margaret anxiously asked, although I thought that I had some idea, adding that my first task would be downstairs as she had been flooding herself during that phone call. This task was repeated several times during the eternity that lasted until there was a tap on the door just after 7.
Meanwhile, I had been attempting to find out what M. had discovered during her research. Having myself visited a few cuckold sites, I was aware that some were bit extreme so was concerned about what she had discovered and what she would want to put into play. She was somewhat guarded about her discoveries and firmly stated that “You will have to wait and see, my darling cuckold”. This was the first time she had used that term and at that I nearly creamed my pants, or I would have if I had been wearing them as she had instructed me to remove them that morning when I returned from my walk, even insisting that I took Cara into the garden naked. “But Rita, our host, will be able to see me if she is looking this way” I protested – “lucky her”, was M.’s only reply.
A fairly pleasant, if somewhat frustrating, few hours eventually passed before there was a tap-tap on the door soon after 7 o’clock.
[to be continued]