“Good afternoon, Mrs. Simpson,” he said politely. “Thank you for your sage advice. My soon-to-be Hot Wife and I are very much looking forward to our supper date tomorrow evening.”
I didn’t bother to correct his use of my married name. He was a potential cuckold, after all. As he was leaving the salon, carefully carrying his tray, Cheryl set about wrapping me up in a coverall, and fussing and teasing my Caribbean-stressed hair into some sort of order.
When I got back from the hairdressers, Richard still hadn’t come home from work. In the time it had taken Cheryl to wash, trim and style my hair, and then on the walk home, I had worked out roughly how I wanted tomorrow night to proceed. Richard would be no problem. He’d do as he was told. I just needed to check if Isaac was comfortable with my machinations. I rang him to check.
By the time Richard came home, everything was more or less planned. Over dinner, Richard and I discussed what we’d serve our guests the following evening, and the next morning, after I’d supervised Richard’s dress code, and sent him off to his office, I drove to the out-of-town supermarket with a list of goods to buy for that night.
As the time approached for Cheryl and Don to arrive, I was as nervous as I’d been in ages. I so wanted my plan to succeed. When the front doorbell rang, I hurried to answer it, and to let my trainee Hot Wife in.
She looked magnificent, and my clit twitched as I took in her beautifully coiffured hair, her subtle make-up and the tight, shimmering blouse which showed her tits off to perfection. It wasn’t a particularly chilly evening, so I assumed (correctly, as it turned out) that the fact that her nipples were visible through the material of her blouse, that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Cheryl’s outfit was completed with a mid length plain black skirt, with a slit up the side, and a pair of high heeled ‘fuck me’ shoes. Don wore a plain white shirt and a pair of faded jeans.
“Welcome,” I greeted them, stepping aside to let them both in, and then closing the front door before I kissed Cheryl full on the mouth again. I was careful not to smudge her lipstick, but Cheryl went for it full pelt. Her tongue slid into my mouth and we kissed for what seemed like forever. She tasted sweet and hot and there was a faint aftertaste of toothpaste and cigars.
I nodded at Don, and taking Cheryl by the hand, I led my guests into the conservatory at the back of the house. As we passed the kitchen, I shouted to Richard that our guests had arrived. By the time I’d settled them down, Richard arrived with a bottle of champagne, and some glasses.
“Celebration time,” I smiled at Cheryl. “Welcome to the kinky world of a fully fledged Hot Wife!”
We toasted one another, and I introduced Richard to the new Hot Wife and her cuckold. Cheryl blushed.
“I thought I had to have a lover before I could legitimately claim to call myself a Hot Wife, and make Don a cuckold,” she said sweetly. I winked at her, and she blushed an even deeper shade of red, which I found terribly sweet and endearing.
Richard had prepared a tasty roast chicken supper, and after we’d eaten, I suggested that we take coffee in the conservatory. When we got up from the table, Cheryl looked at Don.
“Not you,” she said sharply. “You stay and help Olwen’s cuckold to clear in here. You can join us when everything is done and the kitchen is clean and tidy.”
I looked at Cheryl admiringly, and when we were alone in the conservatory, I complimented her on how she had dealt with her man. She grinned.
“Your influence is beginning to have an effect on me ” she admitted. “I think I’m going to enjoy being a Hot Wife! All I ned now is a lover to make Don a real cuckold.”
With that, she took my hand and pulled me closer to her, kissing me softly on the lips.
“Will you be that lover, Olwen?” she asked.
I was flattered, and instead of answering directly, I kissed her back, using my tongue to open her mouth so as to allow us to taste one another properly. When we broke the kiss, we were both breathless and I pulled Cheryl down to sit next to me on the small, two-seater sofa.
“I’ll willingly strap on and fuck you,” I began, “but I already have a lover whom I am not prepared to give up.”
I noticed Cheryl’s look of disappointment, so I carried on hurriedly.
“But that doesn’t mean we can’t get together occasionally for sex. You’re obviously bi-sexual, as am I. We need to find you a male lover who can cope with the fact that you intend fucking women as well.”
“Huh!” scoffed Cheryl. “I’m having enough difficulty finding someone to fuck me. I think finding a lover who’ll let me fuck you too will be easier said than done!”
“Don’t you believe it,” I replied with a smile. “Plans are in hand. But first, we need to give you some lessons in how to train your cuckold. We’ll summon them in a minute. Now, would you like a cigar with your coffee?”
I reached over and proffered my humidor to Cheryl. She selected a cigar, and I passed her my clipper, which she used expertly to cut her cigar. She dropped the cut end into the ashtray on the coffee table, and rolled the cigar sensuously around her lips.
“Cigar smoking is the one thing I’m grateful to my mother for,” she admitted, puffing deeply as I proffered my lighter. She inspected the glowing end, and nodded approvingly. It was properly lit and burning equally. She settled back on the sofa and smoked quietly.
“Are you not having one?” she asked, and I shook my head as I got up and took my favourite lady churchwarden pipe from the rack.
“I prefer a pipe after supper,” I told her, and she watched with interest as I stuffed the dainty bowl with my favourite aromatic tobacco. I lit my pipe and came to sit back down next to her.
“Don will cream his pants when he sees you smoking a pipe,” Cheryl grinned. “He goes on several smoking porn sites, and I’ve noticed that he favours the ones that feature women who smoke cigars and pipes. Even if I hadn’t been used to pinching the odd cigar from my mother, I reckon I would have started smoking them once I’d met Don. He gets so excited when I smoke.”
“Richard’s the same,” I replied. “When we first met, I didn’t even smoke. I only started when he confessed his smoking fetish to me. Isaac, my lover thinks my habit is very attractive too. He usually has a cigar after we’ve had sex and he’s recovering ready to start again!”
“You mean you have sex more than once in the same night?” Cheryl sounded incredulous. “Don’t you get sore?”
I shook my head in amusement. “It’s always the same,” I said, thinking back to Cheryl’s schooldays. “You were the most daring, most provocative of all the pupils in your year. It was all an act, wasn’t it?”
Cheryl blushed again and nodded silently.
“I was still a virgin when I married Don,” she admitted.
So I explained to her how Isaac and I approached our sex life. When I mentioned oral and anal sex, Cheryl’s eyes widened in delight. She admitted that she’d sucked Don’s cock, but that he’d cum in about a minute, and then couldn’t get it up for the rest of the night. I tutted sympathetically.