Continued
Well, sadly, I went home, whilst my missus & my young boss went off to the theatre, him instead of me, using my expensive ticket. I say ‘sadly’, though I admit, I was getting a thrill, knowing that my complete cuckoldry was probably imminent, humiliation often being the prelude to really good cuckoldry. The first thing I did when home was to relieve myself, picturing those wonderful French kisses that my wife had enjoyed with my boss.
When my wife returned, she talked more about Martin than about the play; what a charmer he was, & HOW much she was looking forward to his visit that Saturday.
That was the Thursday. Next day at work, Martin reassured me total discretion. He told me that in his previous post, he was cuckolding 2 husbands, BOTH of whom worked for him, but NEITHER knowing about the others’ cuckoldry. One couple was Indian, & mid week every week, he would visit that couple, & after a lovely curry cooked by his missus, Martin would service the Indian wife on their marital bed, with hubby sat bedside, openly masturbating.
Well, as agreed, Martin turned up on the Saturday morning—-no tea, nothing; indeed, Martin straightaway asked me where precisely ‘my dream had taken place’. I indicated the spot in the kitchen—--& it was a repeat, but this time the dream in its perfection. What a performance; not just their hot snog, but MY performance as well, as my right hand was going fairly berserk. A kitchen towel,was soon needed, as I fairly announced my coming, me anointing the paper towel.
They then finished, & hand in hand, Anne giggling away, him saying, “If you’ve recovered, you can come upstairs to watch us. I’m gonna pleasure your wife like you’ve never done”. Even as an encounter, sat downstairs, I could only marvel at the performance of that blond stud, as I heard my missus cum, & KEEP coming on my boss’s cock! Never happened before, but I sported another erection. I took up Martin’s invitation, & crept upstairs. He was lying on his back, my wife beside him, his hard on pointing to her face. He looked at me, smugness written all over his handsome blond features. She looked like a bitch on heat, who’d just been serviced to completion. Said she, looking at me, “Call yourself a man? Well, look at the size of this one!”, & saying this, she slowly wrapped her mouth around his love monster. And then her brunette head did the ‘love dance’ on his cock. It was obvious, she was gonna suck him off ( she told me later that the minute she first saw him:at the office, she’d wanted him to come in her mouth!). Within a few minutes, the stud exploded, as my wife’s head went berserk on that blond man’s cock. Quite simply, she sucked him off, AND awallowed it—-always a glass of water bedside we keep, but that only helped wash his love down her throat. .
It was awesome. Downstairs later, Martin also reassured Anne that discretion was guaranteed. Anne reassured him that she would always be there to pay him deep homage, in ANY way he wanted. And so it proved to be. My wife & my boss are regular lovers, meeting up once a week, with me always in attendane, admiring their ‘art’. Yes, I’ve always said that good lovemaking IS an art. And when I say ‘lovemaking’, Martin has had his arse licked regular by my wife (she LOVES doing that!), & he’s also sodomised her. Essentially total domination, butmsuch is his demeanour.
My ‘lot’ at work has also improved, as I’m kinda seen as Martin’s favourite, no bad thing.
So, in truth, dreams CAN & DO come true.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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