The cuckold by Yvonne
How it happened, and where it led. , I’ve decided to take some of the themes listed in the story menu, and to write around each particular perversion. This first concerns the “Cuckold.” I hope that it amuses and excites those connoisseurs who like to read of that particular kink.
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Sophie, having led such a sheltered life, had little in mind except for the sexual aspects of marriage when, at the tender age of nineteen, she let herself be swept off her feet in a whirlwind romance, and gave her love to Barry, a man much older than herself.
From puberty, Sophie had been constantly tormented with sexual desire, and now that she was married, she was ready to satiate her lust and to fuck like an animal.
What she soon found though, was not the hours of torrid sexual passion that she so desperately needed, but instead, a husband who fucked for some minutes, then rolled over satisfied and went to sleep.
Dismayed by this turn of events, Sophie would, night after night, take one of her shampoo or body lotion bottles and fuck herself, masturbating until she attained orgasm.
Having always lived at home with her strict parents, Sophie had never been able to explore the many facets of the internet; now though, she had plenty of time to explore, and soon searched out various wonderful pornography sites.
At first, she did this in private, but then determined that she should show her husband Barry, with the hope that it might inspire him to greater sexual performance.
Accordingly, one night while they were together, she opened one of these graphically lewd sites, then called her husband to see, pretending that she’d just stumbled upon it.
Barry’s reaction was anything but what Sophie had hoped for; “my God,” he’d exclaimed in shock, “how did you come upon such disgusting filth,” and he took the mouse from his wife’s hand, and quickly closed the page.
Let it not be thought that Barry, because of his lack of sexual prowess, didn’t love his young wife; far from it, he loved her dearly, and was always most caring, tender and affectionate towards her. Sophie too, loved her husband, although, because of her unsatisfied sexual lust, she found herself constantly daydreaming of adulterous exploits with other men.
This state of affairs continued for some six or seven months after their wedding, but then several events occurred that altered their whole relationship.
One night, Barry had as usual, fallen fast asleep after having fucked his wife. Sophie had lain there fondling her now quite sloppy pussy. Her husband always ejected a copious quantity of sperm, and Sophie smiled as she thought to herself, “at least he lubricates me nicely.”
Soon the shampoo bottle came into play. Sophie now kept it always on her bedside table in readiness, and now she was slowly sliding it in and out, in and out of her squelching pussy as the fingers of her free hand caressed and rubbed around her clitoris and also slid into her pussy alongside the bottle that substituted for a cock or dildo.
As she did this she thought of the beautiful pictures that she’d seen on the net: beautiful big, hard cocks that fucked girl’s mouths and pussies. Soon she was getting excited and the bed began to rock rhythmically as Sophie sighed and softly moaned as she slowly neared orgasm.
“Mmmm, fuck me like a whore,” she sighed softly as she thought of one particularly wonderful cock that she’d seen on the internet.
Suddenly she was shocked and horrified. Her husband, having been woken from his slumber by the bed’s then violent lurching as Sophie had gotten carried away, sat up in bed exclaiming, “my God Sophie, what are you saying, what are you doing.”
Sophie froze with fright. “I must have been dreaming,” she gasped, saying the first thing that came to mind.
“What appalling language. What disgusting things to be dreaming,” he carried on. Sophie screwed up her eyes and stopped her ears with her hands in the darkness, as he husband continued with his righteous indignation. Soon though, he yawned and was soon fast asleep again.
Now, two nights later, whether Barry purposely forced himself to stay awake after having found his wife masturbating and thinking such obscene thoughts, we don’t know. What we do know is that he did in fact lie there awake, perhaps pretending to be asleep, until Sophie took her shampoo bottle into the bed and began fucking herself as usual.
Suddenly Barry sat up and clicked the bedside light on. Sophie had pushed the covers aside and, with knees up and thighs spread, had the bottle inserted deeply into her wet, slippery pussy. The light shone brightly onto her, revealing all to her husband.
Sophie, feeling extreme embarrassment and shame, resorted to attack as a form of defence; “well what do you expect she said angrily, you fuck me for five minutes and go to sleep. I need more than that, much more.”
There was a brief exchange of nasty words before Sophie broke down into sobbing tears. Her husband, melting at her tearful distress, forgot everything and began comforting her so that soon everything settled down and no more was said.
Next morning at breakfast, Sophie felt so embarrassed; her husband however, said nothing of the previous night’s events, and soon they both went their different ways to their separate places of employment.
The one thing that resulted from the event, was that for many nights, Barry made no sexual advances whatsoever, so that after a week’s time, Sophie was frustrated and desperate for at least that brief fucking that they’d previously engaged in.
Sophie thought that her husband was doing this as some form of chastisement towards her, but the fact was that he was embarrassed at the revelation that he was simply not good enough in bed.
Sophie made every effort to get her husband to return to their former situation, but her advances all seemed to be shunned. Eventually, one night after having been spurned once more, Sophie in absolute frustration of unsatisfied lust, got out of bed, grabbing her shampoo bottle as she did so, and went to the computer in their living room.
Opening one of the pornography sites she began trawling through the lewd pictures while she sat, legs apart, fucking herself with her bottle.
Barry thought that Sophie had gone to the bathroom, or the kitchen to get a drink of water, but after she didn’t return, he got up and went to investigate.
On finding his wife, and seeing what she was looking at, and seeing what she was doing, he simply muttered the single word, “disgusting,” and went back to bed, leaving his wife to carry on with what she was about.
The next night, Barry fucked his young wife vigorously and quite roughly. It was their first fuck for some ten or twelve days, and they both enjoyed it, Sophie in fact, almost climaxing.
After that, their regular fucking resumed, but also after that, Sophie, quite brazenly, and almost every night, spent time on the various sex sites, while her husband sat nearby watching television or reading a book.