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5-STAR POSTS!!     |
22/01/2015
My first experience of cuckoldry was as a voyeur. A few years ago, I was a student, staying a while with a married couple as a lodger. The wife was very attractive, in her late thirties but with the girlish figure of a young woman. Everything was normal, except one evening when I came back after lectures, I found them sitting in the lounge talking with two young guys in their early twenties who I recognised as the sons of a local landlord and businessman who owned some local restaurants. It seemed tense. Jayne asked me to make them all coffee, and as I brought it in, I noticed her sort of flirting. She was in her evening gown, and she slipped off her slippers, and showed her bare soles to the guys, with her ankle band and toe rings, flexing her feet and wiggling her toes at them suggestively. The guys said to her hubby that she had nice feet, and was the rest of her as sexy as that, and how they wanted to find out.
Mr M looked serious and embarrassed, and asked me to leave and go to my lodging room, as this was private. Jayne suggested I stay instead, at which Mr M got angry, so I left.
Later that night, I heard them talking in their room next to mine, quite emotively. I couldn't help but sneak a listen at their bedroom door. Mr M was saying no way, it couldn't be done. Jayne was more lighthearted, saying it wouldn't be such a problem, and that she knew that it was what he secretly wanted. He denied it angrily, but she kept on, insisting that whatever "It" was must be done, and that anyway they had no choice, they were deeply in debt and needed the money. She also said his count was low and she wasn't getting any younger, she needed children. It sounded like she was jerking him off as they talked. Her voice became more insistent and excited, saying she knew it was his secret desire, that she'd be fine with it, and that she'd have some pictures sent to reassure him, and that he'd learn to enjoy it. I think he came at that, I heard him grunting and her giggling.
The next Thursday, she was dressed very tartily with more makeup as she served us dinner. She was humming happily to herself, but he was silent over the meal. She mentioned she was going out in a bit, as she had a new night job, one night a week. At about 8.30, the two young guys came to pick her up. They wolf whistled her as she answered the door. She kissed Mr M goodbye, and he blushed when she said not to worry, she was sure she'd be seen to and well looked after. She gave him a pack of tissues and said she'd email him to let him know how she was.
She was gone all night, and I only saw her on my return from college on Friday. However, I listened at the door of the computer room when Mr M was in there in the night. I heard him groaning, "No! Oh, no! Ooohh!"
To Be Continued, if anyone's interested...
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Mr M looked serious and embarrassed, and asked me to leave and go to my lodging room, as this was private. Jayne suggested I stay instead, at which Mr M got angry, so I left.
Later that night, I heard them talking in their room next to mine, quite emotively. I couldn't help but sneak a listen at their bedroom door. Mr M was saying no way, it couldn't be done. Jayne was more lighthearted, saying it wouldn't be such a problem, and that she knew that it was what he secretly wanted. He denied it angrily, but she kept on, insisting that whatever "It" was must be done, and that anyway they had no choice, they were deeply in debt and needed the money. She also said his count was low and she wasn't getting any younger, she needed children. It sounded like she was jerking him off as they talked. Her voice became more insistent and excited, saying she knew it was his secret desire, that she'd be fine with it, and that she'd have some pictures sent to reassure him, and that he'd learn to enjoy it. I think he came at that, I heard him grunting and her giggling.
The next Thursday, she was dressed very tartily with more makeup as she served us dinner. She was humming happily to herself, but he was silent over the meal. She mentioned she was going out in a bit, as she had a new night job, one night a week. At about 8.30, the two young guys came to pick her up. They wolf whistled her as she answered the door. She kissed Mr M goodbye, and he blushed when she said not to worry, she was sure she'd be seen to and well looked after. She gave him a pack of tissues and said she'd email him to let him know how she was.
She was gone all night, and I only saw her on my return from college on Friday. However, I listened at the door of the computer room when Mr M was in there in the night. I heard him groaning, "No! Oh, no! Ooohh!"
To Be Continued, if anyone's interested...
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naughtyman