It was almost 7AM by the time Jacob deposited his last load in the pussy of his friend’s mother, Anna. He could confidently declare the previous 24 hours the best of his life. Not only had he fucked his long-term crush in near enough every position he had ever fantasised about, he had done much of it without even wearing a condom.
Their activities more than made up for the fact that neither of them had slept a wink, though both had to admit they were beginning to feel the effects of the previous night and day’s exertions.
That was particularly true of Anna, who, at 38 years of age, needed her sleep far more than her 18 year old paramour. Still, she had no complaints about what had transpired. The sex had been all she had hoped it would be, and they’d done it enough times that she knew she would have no regrets about not seizing the opportunity (as she had after their first encounter).
And maybe it was the sleep deprivation talking, but in that moment she didn’t feel any guilt about what she had done with Jacob. Her husband Simon had pretty much given her a blank slate, after all.
Thoughts of him reminded her that it wasn’t long until the time her husband had said he would be back at the house. Looking round at their bedroom, it was obvious there wouldn’t be enough time to tidy it up before her husband returned. But maybe that was a good thing. If her husband saw up close what her sleeping around on him actually looked like, maybe he’d change his mind–and they could go back to their life as it was.
She couldn’t devote any more time to her thoughts, however. One thing she absolutely wanted to achieve before Simon got back was to get Jacob out of the house. She had forbidden any contact between the two of them as part of her ultimatum. And while she had backtracked on the first part of their deal (about revealing the details of her and Jacob’s first encounter), she didn’t intend to allow any communications between the two of them going forward–their duplicity had annoyed her too much for that.
So she chivvied Jacob along in much the same way she hurried up her teenage son in the morning, helping Jacob to collect his clothes before ushering him out of the house with a final, lingering kiss.
Once he was gone, she returned to the bedroom to await the reappearance of her husband. As soon as she was back in bed, however, sleep claimed her.
***
Simon had had another restless night at a hotel. This time, there was no question over whether his wife was having sex with Jacob. The only unknown was how much sex? He occupied himself with the thought of all the different positions his wife might be assuming with another man. Was she doing things she never did with him? The thought of it turned him on more than he knew was possible.
He had to admit a part of him did feel nervous about the prospect of his wife realising the grass was greener on the other side. But he was simultaneously hoping that the experience would leave her wanting more. Now he had sampled his fantasy, he didn’t want it to stop. In an ideal world, he imagined her as a full-blown hotwife, living out the experiences he so often read about in his dirty stories. The fact that was even a possibility was mind-boggling, especially considering it was no time at all since he had assumed he would be hiding his fetish from his innocent wife for the rest of his days.
Despite the temptation, he had held off masturbating to the images in his head, preferring to wait for what he assumed would be some mind-blowing reclamation sex. He was relieved it was finally time to return. All his questions would soon be answered.
As he drew nearer to the house, he drove past Jacob walking in the opposite direction. There wasn’t much he could surmise from his body language, other than that he seemed to be in a good mood. No points for guessing as to why.
Pulling into their driveway, the house seemed quiet and still. Even once he had entered the front door, there was no audible or visible sign of Anna. He couldn’t help but notice, however, that the sofa was unusually messy. Had they fucked on it?
Having exhausted a quick search of the ground floor, he proceeded up the stairs. There was one place he was pretty sure she’d be. The bedroom.
Sure enough, as he gingerly swung open the bedroom door, there was his sleeping wife. Only, it was his wife as he had never seen her before. She looked sweaty and dishevelled, her hair a mess. She was sat up in bed with her breasts exposed. They were red, as though repeatedly groped. The room, meanwhile, stank of sex, and the bed covers seemed to have a fair few characteristic off-white stains on them. In short, she looked well fucked. And he had never thought she was more beautiful.
He drew closer to the sleeping vixen, dick straining against his trousers. Jacob had gotten his fill, alright, and clearly so had his wife. Little wonder she had fallen asleep again–it didn’t seem as if the two of them had gotten much in the way of sleep during the night.
Slowly, so as not to wake her, he pulled down the duvet, exposing more of his wife’s body. It was then that he got the biggest shock of all. As her pussy came into view, it was obvious that Jacob had cum on it. He was amazed that she had let him take such a risk. But then he realised that the cum was not just on her pussy. It was trickling out from the inside. Not only had Anna fucked their son’s friend without protection, but she had let him cum inside.
As a man and a husband, he should have been outraged. And maybe a part of him was. But a bigger part was turned on. This was by far the most taboo thing his wife had done yet, and his dick was harder than at any point he could remember.
Entranced, he reached out his hand, as if touch would validate what his eyes could simply not believe was real. His fingers made contact with the gooey mess, before lazily tracing over his wife’s tender pussy.
“Don’t,” a voice suddenly called out softly. “Sore.” His wife was awake.
The two regarded each other for a moment, Anna doing so from behind sleepy eyes.
“Do you still love me?” she eventually asked, the earnest nature of her question obvious from her tone.
“More than ever,” was his reply.
She looked at him suspiciously.
“Are you sure? Even seeming me like… like this?”
“Especially seeing you like this.”
“You’re crazy,” she laughed, lobbing a spare pillow his way. Any tension that existed between the two of them had evaporated. “I thought for sure you’d regret it once you’d seen the aftermath. You’re not even mad about..?” she trailed off, gesturing towards Jacob’s load in her bare pussy.
“Well, I’d probably be more upset if you were still in your child-bearing days,” he said cheekily.
She went to throw another pillow at him before realising she had exhausted her supply.
“Idiot,” she laughed. “I’ll have you know I’m still perfectly capable of getting pregnant, thank you very much. Luckily for you, I’m not in my fertile period. But we still need to make a trip to the pharmacy to make sure.”
Simon concurred. He was quite certain that Jacob’s sperm were currently doing their level best to fertilise her egg, and that if she did nothing, his sperm would win. Jacob was presumably at the peak of his fertility, after all, and Anna currently looked more fertile and breedable than she ever had. He wanted nothing more than to throw her on the bed and fuck her himself, using Jacob’s cum as lube.
Apparently judging his intent from the way he was looking at her, Anna quickly headed him off.
“Nuh-uh. Like I said, I’m too sore for any of that kind of thing right now. Morning after pill. Now.”
First, however, she had to make herself halfway presentable to the world. Fighting off more of her husband’s advances, Anna quickly sequestered herself in the bathroom to wipe off the vestiges of Jacob’s cum. She felt particularly groggy now, both from the lack of sleep and the intense exercise she had participated in in its place. All she could do was pull on some tracksuit bottoms and a loose-fitting top before trudging out to the car.
Of course her husband couldn’t help but pepper her with questions as he drove her the towards their nearest pharmacy. His opening gambit was to ask whose idea it was to fuck without protection.
“Well, it’s not like we planned to,” Anna replied honestly. “We just ran out of condoms.”
“Ran out? Jesus, how many times did you do it?”
“It’s not like the pack was particularly big… But I don’t know, a lot…”
“Still, you could have gotten him to pull out before cumming, surely?”
“There wasn’t much point. The first time we did it without a condom I kinda sorta maybe… lost control a little bit.”
“Lost control?” Simon practically groaned at the thought of his wife so lost in lust she’d let a teenager cum inside her. “What does that mean?”
“I don’t know. I was just… distracted enough that I didn’t notice him warning me what was about to happen. And then before I knew it… Sploosh.”
“Sploosh,” Simon repeated. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It was beyond hot to imagine his usually immaculately put-together wife losing control like that. Now here she was, unwashed and dressed like a chav, being ferried around for some emergency contraception. How the mighty had fallen.
He managed to ask a few more questions regarding the positions they did it in, learning that not only had she blown him, but that they had fucked outside, before they pulled into a parking space outside the pharmacy.
“We’re here,” he announced after Anna failed to immediately get out.
“Oh right, sorry. I zoned out for a second.”
He watched as she unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped outside, wondering if her spaciness was purely down to the lack of sleep or if she was also still riding high from the sheer volume of sex she had just had. Just as she was about to close the door, however, he saw it. A wet splotch on the front of her trousers. Judging by the positioning, it could only be one thing. Cum.
“Err, babe,” he said, gesturing towards the stain.
Anna looked down, eyes bulging once she realised what she was looking at.
“Oh shit, I guess there was more inside me. I must have dislodged it.” She looked over her shoulder at the short walk to the pharmacy. “It’s not too obvious, is it?”
“No,” he lied, liking the thought of her standing in a queue for the morning after pill with her teenage lover’s cum trickling out of her, like some common tart. “I think you’ll get away with it.”
She nodded and closed the door behind her. Of course, a true gentleman would have offered to go in on her behalf, but then Anna wasn’t exactly presenting as some chaste damsel in distress right now. He couldn’t help but smile to himself as she performed an awkward shuffling walk up to the door, apparently in some effort to keep the rest of Jacob’s cum inside her.
It was mad to think that the cum currently trickling out of her didn’t belong to him. He had come across stories of cuckold pregnancies, but had always skipped over them, thinking the scenario too extreme. But now, with another man’s sperm currently trying to impregnate his wife, he had to admit he understood the appeal of such stories.
Something about the thought of his wife’s body fulfilling its biological duty with another man’s sperm was intoxicating. He idly imagined the consequences of his wife not taking the pill, of her body swelling with another man’s child. She had looked amazing when she had been pregnant, after all. But he didn’t actually want that to happen, did he?
Eventually his wife reappeared, paper bag in tow, and waddled her way back towards the car. He could see the spot on the front of her tracksuit bottoms hadn’t grown, meaning her technique must have been effective at keeping it in. Still, he couldn’t help but giggle at her strange gait. This time she saw him doing so, and he got a middle finger and a scowl for his troubles.
Once Anna was back in the car, she held up her prize. Sufficiently emboldened by his fantasies of her being pregnant, however, he couldn’t help but tease her about it.
“You’re sure you don’t want a baby, then?”
She looked at him with shock.
“Yes, I’m sure!”
“Why aren’t you taking it, then?”
“Because I don’t have anything to drink, smarty-pants. Take me back to the house.”
“Sure thing, Miss Daisy. But are you sure you wouldn’t prefer a McDonalds breakfast?”
Anna’s eyes lit up. Something salty and savoury alongside a coffee was exactly what she needed to wake her up. She nodded and they were away.
***
They had parked up by the time either of them remembered that Anna was in no fit state to venture inside. Rather than going through the drive-through, however, Simon volunteered to head in and bring their order back out.
“No sauce?” Anna asked on his return, rifling though the bag. He knew he had forgotten something.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough sauce over the last 24 hours?”
She looked at him blankly for a while before understanding what he meant.
“Gross,” she laughed. “Don’t call it that!”
As they sat about tucking into the food, Simon couldn’t resist asking a few more questions.
“So, when do you think you’ll stop being sore?”
“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “Why?”
“So I can get my turn.”
“Oh? I wasn’t aware you had earned a turn. It won’t be before Leo gets back from backpacking, anyway.”
Simon frowned. Their son’s imminent return meant his and Anna’s bedroom activities would inevitably return to the state they were in before he had left and everything with Jacob had come about. Which meant he, Simon, would probably have to wait until Leo left for university before he got the reclamation sex he was gagging for. Such was the power of his cuckold urges, however, that instead of being upset, he instead couldn’t help but be turned on by the fact his wife had been rendered inoperable by another man’s cock.
“Disappointed?” Anna smirked. “Maybe you shouldn’t be encouraging me to sleep with other men after all?”
“It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”
She looked at him quizzically.
“But why?” Anna asked. “I get the sex, but what do you get out of it? I told Jacob I thought you just wanted an excuse to sleep with other women, but he disagreed…”
“That’s crazy,” Simon replied emphatically. “I’m not interested in anyone but you.”
“So why do you want me to cheat on you?!”
“I don’t know,” he said sheepishly. “It’s hard to explain. I suppose I just like you realising how sexy you actually are.”
“Surely it would be easier to just compliment me yourself rather than recruiting somebody else to fuck me!”
“Yes, but you’ve never believed me when I tell you you’re sexy. You just write it off as something a husband is duty-bound to say. But Jacob is an independent voice, you know?”
“I suppose that makes sense. Just about. You really don’t want to sleep with anyone yourself?”
“No. You’re more than enough woman for me. I mean what I said, you know, about loving you more than ever. You have no idea how good you looked in the bed, with his cum dripping out of you.”
“It didn’t make you jealous?”
“No. Well, yes, but in a good way. No matter how many guys you fuck and whatever things they do to you, I’m the only one with the pleasure of actually being married to you.”
Anna found that kind of sweet, in a weird, fucked up way. She felt better having cleared the air with Simon. She believed him when he said he didn’t want to sleep around himself, however much she still struggled to understand his motivation for sharing her.
She put another sauceless chip in her mouth.
“Urgh, so dry,” she whined.
It took a moment for Simon to realise she had returned to the sauce discourse.
“If you’re that desperate, guess you’ll have to break into the supply you’ve been carrying around with you.”
Anna knew he was teasing her, but she also suspected he’d enjoy seeing her eat Jacob’s cum in front of him. She decided to indulge him, and with a mischievous glint in her eye, she shimmied out of her bottoms and brought a chip to her cum-stained pussy.
Simon couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing as she brought it back up to her mouth and bit off the end that was now covered in a dollop of Jacob’s cum.
“Mmm, delicious,” she said gratuitously, showing off for Simon’s sake. Judging by his slack-jawed appearance, he was enjoying her display. And she had to admit, she enjoyed teasing him too. She had always been a wind-up, after all. Adding sex stuff to the mix wasn’t such a gigantic leap.
“Want some?” she laughed, surprised by the slight hesitation before her husband declined.
***
Anna finished her meal before Simon, and brought out her phone to amuse herself while he finished eating. Holding the phone in her hands brought back memories of the last time it had been used, by Jacob to record film her as she fucked him. Making sure the volume was turned down, she surreptitiously turned the screen away from Simon and hit play. Even in the cold light of day, she still had to admit she looked good bouncing up and down on Jacob’s hard dick.
“What you watching?” asked Simon, craning his neck to get a view.
“Nothing,” she said instinctively, bringing it into her chest so he couldn’t see. If only he knew what she was watching, he’d probably lose his mind. Which gave her an idea. She had gold dust on her hands. He would probably do her most hated chores for weeks in exchange for a watch.
“Actually,” she continued, “it’s a video of me and Jacob having sex.”
“Haha,” said Simon sarcastically. “Good one.”
“I’m serious!”
Simon’s eyes went wide as he considered the possibility she was telling the truth.
“What are you willing to do,” said Anna, “to get a glimpse?”
“I-I’ll take the bins out for a month. No, a year.”
Anna chuckled. She had him by the balls. The more she thought about it, the more she wondered if she couldn’t get something more interesting out of the deal. In particular, she wondered about testing his commitment to this whole cuckold business. Would he, for instance, forgo the sex he claimed to want so badly with her–just so he could watch a short clip of another man fucking her?
“How about this,” said Anna. “I’ll send you the whole clip, so you can watch it as often as you want. But in return, you’re not allowed to have sex with me until your birthday.”
Jacob considered her offer for a moment.
“What do you get out of that?”
“Nothing, except a break from your pestering, I guess. I’m more interested in seeing the lengths you’ll go to to see it.”
“Deal,” Simon responded eventually. This would be a lot harder than taking the bins out. But it would only be for a little less than a month. Besides, Anna was nothing if not flaky. What was the betting that she’d crack and screw him beforehand anyway, as she had with her non-ultimatum?
“Pleasure doing business with you,” Anna said facetiously, and sent the video across to him. She couldn’t help but giggle as he began to watch, clearly amazed at what he saw. “This is from the time I mentioned,” she offered in explanation. “The time I sorta… lost control.”
“So this is the first time you did it raw?” Simon asked with a gulp. Anna nodded. “Whose idea was it to film?”
“His. He said he wanted me to see how good his view was.”
“I’m not surprised. Anna… you look like a bona fide pornstar.”
“Flatterer,” she laughed. “Is that what you want me to be, huh? Your own personal pornstar, fucking men for your pleasure?”
Simon could only nod.
“Oh shit,” said Anna suddenly. “I forgot about the pill!” Luckily, she still had some coffee dregs remaining. She brought the pill up to her mouth but didn’t actually put it in. Simon was looking at her with a strange expression. “Don’t tell me you don’t want me to take this any more? You’re way too horny for your own good right now…”
Luckily for Simon, Anna was still thinking clearly. Risking getting pregnant with Jacob’s baby was a terrible idea. But maybe she could have some fun for Simon’s benefit.
“Close your eyes,” she told him. “I’m holding out my hands. In one of them is the pill, the other is empty. If you pick the hand with the pill, I’ll swallow it. If you don’t, I’ll throw it out the window. Understood?”
“Your left,” Simon said eventually after digesting the fact his wife was apparently willing to play games with her fertility.
“Open your eyes,” said Anna, doing her best to sound worried.
Simon was fully expecting her to have rigged it so that the pill would appear in whatever hand he had chosen. He was shocked, then, to see the pill nestled in the palm of her right hand.
Anna took a deep breath, shrugged, and tossed the pill out of the window.
“Guess we’re taking a risk, babe.”
“I can’t believe you did that,” Simon muttered, words thick with lust. He had thought she was joking, but he had just watched her throw away her final line of defence against getting pregnant. However unlikely it might be, there was now at least a possibility of it happening.
“Me neither,” Anna giggled. “It’s going to be a long wait until my period…”
***
Once Simon had finished his food, he got out to take their waste to a bin. Upon returning to the car, he found his wife clutching her head.
“Headache,” she offered by way of explanation. “I think there’s still a loose paracetamol on the console, can you find it for me?”
Simon obliged, rooting around and then offering her the little white pill. She washed it down with the dregs of her coffee. As they drove off, Simon wasn’t to know that what his wife had just swallowed was not in fact a painkiller, but the morning after pill–Anna having surreptitiously switched them while his eyes were closed.
***
The next week proved to be a hive of activity. Their son, Leo, returned to regale the with tales of his backpacking exploits. It sounded as if he’d had almost as good a time as the two of them, though of course they revealed nothing to him about what had transpired in his absence. Just as soon as he’d unpacked his backpacking gear, however, it was time to pack up his things for university.
The process was a whole-family affair, lasting right up to the day of departure. Who knew one boy could own so many supposedly essential things? That meant there was simply no time for Anna and Simon to further discuss their feelings about what had happened, though it didn’t mean Anna couldn’t amuse herself at the turmoil her husband appeared to be going through over the (unbeknownst to him impossible) possibility that she might be pregnant with Jacob’s baby.
Packing finally completed, the three of them piled into their heavily laden car to make the long, cross-country journey to Leo’s university of choice, and the halls of residence where he would be living.
As they drove, Anna couldn’t help but think of Jacob making his own journey with his family. Like a lot of Leo’s friendship group, he had chosen to go to the same place. She just hoped that they wouldn’t run into him in the process of dropping Leo off. She had said all she wanted to say to him–She just hoped he had taken her words about moving on to heart.
Luckily for Anna, her fears proved unfounded, leaving her free to focus on the emotional task of bringing her son’s belongings into his new room and bidding him farewell. Tears were shed by all (with Anna shedding the majority), and with that their parenting responsibilities were fulfilled.
They decided to grab a bite to eat before embarking on the long journey home, and duly found a relatively quiet restaurant within walking distance of the campus. Truly alone for the first time in a week, it was inevitable the conversation would eventually turn to the elephant in the room.
“So,” said Simon, “once we’re done here, are you coming back with me or am I leaving you in town?”
“And why exactly would I want to be left here?”
“Oh, I don’t know, pretty woman like you left all alone in the big city… I’m sure you’d find ways of occupying yourself.”
“Great idea…” she said sarcastically. “I’ll remind you I’m currently in mum-mode. I’m barely even wearing any makeup!”
“That’s all that’s stopping you, huh? I’ll go buy you some now if it leads to you warming some college boy’s bed for the night…”
She rolled her eyes.
“You’re desperate! Besides, whoever I ended up sleeping with would, Sod’s law, probably turn out to be one of Leo’s new friends. Having slept with one of them is bad enough, I don’t intend to start making a habit of it.”
“So you’re saying your next conquest has to be older?”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying. And who knows if there even is going to be a next time?”
“You’re stopping at one guy? Just like you ‘stopped’ after the first time with Jacob?”
She shot daggers at him.
“What I’m saying is that maybe it’s best not to try and bottle lightning twice. It could all go horribly wrong if I, you know, did it with someone else.”
“But you’ll never know that unless you try.”
“This discussion is irrelevant, anyway. Whether I do or do not sleep with anyone else, it certainly isn’t happening tonight. You’ll be pleased to learn I’ve come onto my period.” She sensed it was now her turn to tease him. “You are pleased to hear that, right?”
“Very,” he assured her. It was the truth, though he did have to admit that part of him was upset his taboo wonderings about whether she was pregnant had come to an end. It showed on his face, leaving Anna to wonder exactly how much he meant what he said. She couldn’t resist prodding him further.
“You know, I wonder if I’ll even bother getting my next lover to wear a condom, since you clearly love the thought of me going without so much…”
Simon almost choked on his food at the naughtiness of her words. Only minutes ago she’d been claiming she wouldn’t be sleeping with anyone else. He knew she was only teasing him, but still…
“Am I really that transparent?” he eventually managed to ask.
“Well there’s one way of knowing for sure,” she said sultrily, kicking off her shoes underneath the table before raising her feet to his crotch. “Thought so,” she smiled as her feet made contact with his hard dick underneath a few layers of fabric. She couldn’t resist massaging it a bit.
He couldn’t believe Anna was fondling his dick with her feet, in public no less. This was exactly the kind of behaviour he’d hoped her hotwife activities would awaken in her, but for it to actually be happening… He decided it was time to lay all his cards on the table.
“Well, in the i-interest of transparency,” he groaned, “you should know that you have my permission to fuck anyone, at any time, without even needing to tell me in advance. Just so long as I hear about it afterwards…”
Anna didn’t quite know what to say to that. She had pretty much assumed that was the case, but to hear him spell it out in plain English was still kind of shocking. And, she had to admit, hot. She kept working her toes on his cock through the fabric of his trousers. She could tell he was close.
“I’ll bear it in mind,” she said, blowing him a kiss. “Just so long as you understand that you don’t have my permission to fuck anyone. Including, if memory serves, me and my feet.”
She withdrew her toes just as Simon’s neglected dick was about to cross the threshold of orgasm. He practically whined in disappointment.
“Sorry,” she laughed, putting her feet back into her shoes. “Rules are rules…”
***
The next weeks saw the two of them return to a new kind of normality, one that was halfway between their lives pre- and post-Jacob. For one thing, they were both much more open about their new relationship status, constantly teasing one another about who she’d fuck next.
All the talk drove him wild, but the trade he had made for the video of Anna fucking Jacob meant he couldn’t translate his horniness into sex with his wife. Simon had to resign himself to masturbating to the short clip, which by now he was intimately familiar with every second of.
Anna, meanwhile, had thought a lot about what her husband had said about her being free to fuck whoever she wanted, without even having to tell him in advance. She had to admit it was a slightly thrilling proposition, especially now she was satisfied he wasn’t interested in cheating on her himself.
But it was all academic, anyway. It wasn’t as if men were lining up to have sex with her. And she was still much too shy to be going out and pursuing them herself. Everything that had happened with Jacob had been down to serendipity, nothing more. And sure, the stars might one day align perfectly once again, but she didn’t expect it would be any time soon.
Still, that hadn’t stopped the most significant development in Anna’s life–her decision to go on the pill. She figured it was best to be prepared if the opportunity did one day present itself. She clearly couldn’t rely on condoms alone, given her inability to stop herself when they weren’t available.
She didn’t let on to her husband that she was now taking the contraceptive pill, however. If he knew, he’d think for sure that she was gearing up to fuck someone else, and she preferred to keep him in the dark.
She had to admit her gambit with her husband to deny him sex was taking a toll on her as well, but Anna was determined not give in before his birthday. She wanted to prove to herself she wasn’t the slave to lust that she had recently shown herself to comprehensively be.
So she set about distracting herself. Running was one fruitful avenue. It was addicting to feel her body getting gradually stronger, able to carry her further and quicker than ever before. It didn’t hurt that she was losing a bit of weight, as well. She didn’t know if it was the minor weight loss or the confidence boost she had gotten from Jacob’s obsession with her, but for the first time in her life, she really liked what she saw in the mirror.
The only downside was her encounters with the man in the forest, the same one she had seen on her first foray into running. Clearly they chose the same time of day to go running, because he was an ever present constant, breezing past her effortlessly and leaving her feeling demotivated every time.
If she was honest with herself, for whatever reason she had a bit of a crush on him. And she wanted to impress him. It was ridiculous to compare herself to an obviously very fit black man, but her competitive side did at least wish she could put in a better showing for herself.
The other way she had settled on to distract herself was further researching her husband’s cuckold proclivities. She had started off by trying to quiz him about his interests, but she found he was either unable or unwilling to provide more detail about what exactly he enjoyed about it.
Then she remembered that Jacob, knowing her husband’s username, had shared the list of Simon’s favourite stories with her. So she decided to go straight to the source, and try to better understand his fetish through the stories he read about it. Again she avoided telling him she knew about his stories. She was rather enjoying having this power of information over him. And she reasoned it was only fair considering how he had kept his collusion with Jacob secret from her.
The first thing she was struck by upon viewing the list was how voluminous it was. She certainly wouldn’t be able to read them all. And she noticed the list was still growing. A clutch of new stories had been favourited by him in the past couple of days. She only needed to look at the titles to tell they all had one thing in common. Wives being impregnated by people other than their husbands. She was simultaneously amused and aroused. It seemed her teasing had really gotten to him.
She downloaded one of the latest stories along with a smattering of his old favourites so that she could read them at her leisure on her Kindle. From that point on, many of her evenings were spent reading through erotic literature, her husband watching TV next to her, totally oblivious as to what she was reading.
More than a couple of times she found the stories so steamy she would retreat out of her husband’s view and touch herself to the images they conjured. It was easy to imagine herself in the role of the cheating wife or cuckoldress in any of the stories she had read–she had lived something very similar, after all.
But the stories were good for much more than wanking material. For one she felt she was gaining a lot more insight into what her husband got out of the equation. And more importantly, she was getting a lot of new ideas about things she could try herself, if only she could work up the courage…
***
A few days later Anna was gathering laundry. After innocuously opening the bedroom door, she was stunned to see her husband on the bed, his dick in one hand and his phone in the other.
“Oh my god,” she laughed, “sorry to interrupt.” She was instantly reminded of the times she had walked in on her teenage son engaged in the same sort of activities. She supposed this was just what men/boys did when the possibility of sex wasn’t available to them.
She was about to leave when she heard her own tell-tale moans emanating from his phone. He was watching her video. She turned back to Simon, who was wearing a sheepish expression.
“Aren’t you tired of that by now?” she asked.
“Are you offering to make me a new one?” The shock of being discovered had stopped the motion of his hand, but sensing that she was intrigued by what she was witnessing, it started back up again. His eyes returned to the video.
She ignored his question.
“Don’t you know it’s the height of rudeness to masturbate while talking to a lady?”
“Strange, you don’t look like a lady. Actually, you look a lot like the pornstar in this film I’m watching.”
“Really? Let me see,” she played along, sitting next to him on the bed. “Wow, you know that does kind of look like my butt. But it can’t be me.”
“Why not?”
“That cock is far too big to be yours…”
As she said the words, she couldn’t help but notice her husband’s breathing grow heavier and his strokes faster. She wasn’t as surprised by that as she might have been at one point. In a lot of the stories she had read the men got off on their wives insulting their dicks. She decided to keep helping him out.
“The only way that could be me is if its somebody else’s cock fucking me. But what kind of tiny-dick loser would let that happen?”
He couldn’t believe how harsh she was being, nor how strongly he was reacting to it. He was close now, very close.
“Keep going,” he told her.
The power she held over him with words alone was intoxicating to Anna.
“Wanna know something about the next guy I fuck? I don’t care what race they are, or what age they are, or if they’re skinny or fat or muscly. Do you know the one thing that matters to me most?”
“What?” he groaned.
“That they have a bigger cock than you.”
He couldn’t hold back any more, releasing what to him seemed like a huge load all over his fingers while Anna watched.
“You might wanna clean that little mess up,” she giggled, flouncing out of the room and heading straight to the bathroom to relieve some tension of her own.
***
The next day Anna was once more out on a run. The weather was terrible, pouring rain leaving the trail a mess of mud. But, for whatever reason, she felt particularly good in herself, strong even. She made up her mind. Today she wasn’t going to let the mystery man embarrass her. Of course she didn’t have a hope in hell of beating him, but she at least wanted him to see her as something other than an obstacle to pass.
Sure enough, a few minutes later she heard him coming up behind her. She turned up the pace. And for a few seconds, his footsteps stayed at the same volume instead of rapidly increasing in loudness as he got closer. She couldn’t maintain the pace for long, however, but even once he had passed her, he wasn’t receding into the distance quite as quickly as usual. Not bad, she thought.
Then, her foot plunged into a deceptively deep puddle, twisting her ankle. She plunged face-first into a morass of muddy water.
For once, she hoped he wouldn’t notice her. That he’d leave her to face her humiliation alone. No such luck.
“Are you alright there?” said a voice.
“Yeah I’m fine, I just wasn’t looking where I was going,” she insisted, waving off his offered hand of assistance.
As she scrambled to her feet, however, it became obvious she wasn’t fine. She couldn’t put any weight on her left ankle. She tried again just to make sure and lost her balance. Luckily, the stranger was on hand to catch her.
“Let’s get out of the rain, assess the damage, yeah?” he said, taking control of the situation.
She acquiesced, allowing him to prop her up and lead her to the edge of the path. Even under the relatively thicker tree covering, the rain was still coming down in buckets.
They both spotted it at the same time. A crude shelter made from branches and logs and leaves, likely built by kids. It was pretty small, but it seemed like it would just about fit the two of them.
They would have to crawl to get in. Fortunately, that was a range of motion still available to her. He beckoned her to go first and lowered her down onto her hands and knees. She couldn’t help but wonder if he was enjoying the view as he followed her in.
Much to her relief, the inside of the shelter was mostly dry, apart from the odd drips. She shuffled over to one corner and stuck her injured ankle out in front of her while he assumed a crouching position over it.
For the first time, she was able to study his face. He was perhaps 30 years old, handsome, with a short fade. He reached out a hand to her ankle. As he made contact, she couldn’t help but shiver. She hoped he didn’t notice.
He moved it from side to side. Already a bruise was developing.
“Doesn’t look broken,” he told her. “Think you’ve just got a sprain.”
“Well, that’s a relief. But how do you know? Are you a doctor?”
“Ha, I wish. I’ve just seen a few sprained ankles in my time. But for you I could be.”
Her brain ran through all the ways she could interpret that. Surely he wasn’t flirting with her? He looked like the kind of man who could get any woman he wanted.
“Oh my god,” she said, changing the subject. She was looking at her clothes. Even with the rain trying its best to wash her, her running gear was covered in mud.
“Nothing wrong with a filthy woman…” he laughed.
OK, she definitely wasn’t going crazy. What could that be other than flirting? He was into her. And she had to admit, she was into him.
She had never thought of herself as someone who attracted a lot of male attention, but increasingly she realised that was simply because she shut it down at the first sign. Wherever this was going, she was determined to let it run its course.
“You know, we should probably check you didn’t injure yourself anywhere else.”
All she could do was nod.
“Your chest took a lot of the impact. Why don’t you take your top off?”
If she wanted to appear calm and in control, she would have waited for him to take it off himself. Instead, she threw it off herself with eager abandon, leaving him with a view of her sports bra.
“Nice,” he said. She thought she was referring to her boobs until he continued. “Doesn’t look like you have a scratch. But we should probably make completely sure while we’re here.”
Sensing he had her in the palm of his hand, he reached out a hand to the front-zipping item of clothing, pulled it down, and revealed her bounteous breasts. They simply looked too good for him to keep up the good doctor act, and his hands began mauling them.
Anna groaned in delight, leaning forwards until their lips met. They kissed passionately, rain thumping against the branches making up the canopy of their shelter.
“So you’re married, huh?” he said, gesturing at her ring once their lips broke apart.
“Oh,” she said. “Yes.” She considered whether to explain her unique situation, but he quickly drew his own conclusions.
“No judgement here.”
He thought she was a cheat, and he didn’t even care. Making him the kind of man to sleep with a cheating woman. She’d always had a moral opposition to the kind of person who would knowingly have an affair with a married person. But she was too far gone to make any kind of stand about it.
With him still kneeling in front of her, she reached out and yanked his shorts down. She wasn’t disappointed in what she saw. It seemed that lately she had become some kind of big dick magnet. Half-hard and growing rapidly, It was slightly smaller than Jacob’s in length, but it made up for that fact by being thicker. The sight of it alone was enough to banish the pain in her ankle from her mind.
It was the first black dick she had ever seen in person, though not the first in her life. She thought back to the porn video she had accidentally watched, where a wife fucked a black man in front of her husband. The one in front of her was just as impressive as that one had been.
It hadn’t even finished bouncing from bursting out of his shorts before she stuck it in her mouth. Gone was the soul-searching she had gone through when encountering Jacob’s dick. All she cared about was making this dick fully hard and getting it inside her.
The first part of that was easy, his dick growing impressively hard in just a matter of seconds. It was obvious this was a man on top of his cardio. The second part of the equation was to prove more difficult for a woman with an injured ankle, however.
She attempted to lean down to tease her shorts off her ankle, but a shooting pain prevented her from making much progress. Thankfully, he understood her intent and bent down to remove them for her.
She laid back on the dirty ground, legs spread, pussy totally exposed to him. She was pretty sure she was wet enough to accept his cock, but he had other ideas. Kneeling between her legs, he wasted no time at all bringing his hot mouth against her pussy. The contrast to the cold air was immense.
She still wasn’t entirely sure about cunnilingus, but she wasn’t going to spoil the mood by telling him that. Instead, she luxuriated in his roving tongue. He had clearly done this before. He knew exactly the parts to target to make her squirm, and squirm she did while bringing her hands to his head and burying her fingers in his hair. He took that as a positive sign and redoubled his efforts. She seemed close to orgasm, but he didn’t want her cumming just yet. She seemed like a lot of fun, so he was determined to keep her on the edge for as long as possible.
His tongue withdrawn, Anna whined softly at the lack of stimulation. She didn’t have to wait long, however, before it was replaced by something even better. His thick dick. He slapped the head against her pussy, testing the wetness. She seemed ready.
“I don’t have a condom,” he told her.
“It’s fine. I’m on the pill.”
Anna moaned as he split her apart. All the practice she had been doing with Jacob seemed to have paid off. There was no pain, just an overwhelming feeling of fullness as he bottomed out in her. He stayed there for a moment, the both of them luxuriating in the sensation.
“Damn, I don’t think anyone’s ever taken my dick that well… You ready?”
She answered him with a kiss and he began fucking her in earnest. Within seconds he was pounding away at her, the slaps reverberating around their shelter.
Having been close from the pussy eating, it wasn’t long at all until Anna was reaching her first orgasm. This was the most animalistic fuck of her life so far. And to be doing it in the rain and the mud with the ancient forest all around them made it feel positively primordial. As she came, the sensation flooded her body. She felt unbelievably good.
The stranger watched in amazement as she moaned and writhed on his dick. He had struck gold. This woman was clearly a nympho. He had the sense she’d do whatever he told her to.
“Roll over,” he told her in no uncertain terms. He was big enough that she managed to get on her knees without his dick slipping out of her pussy for a second.
Her pale arse looked amazing against his black dick. He couldn’t resist a slap. Anna squeaked her approval.
Apparently she liked a bit of discipline. He wondered if she talked as dirty as she fucked.
“I bet this isn’t the first time cheating on your husband, is it?”
“Oo-ooh, no… No it’s not.”
“How many times?”
“Twice… B-but with the same person.”
“Who?”
If she was more in control of herself she’d have told him it was none of his business, but she felt utterly in thrall to his demands.
“My son’s friend.”
“You little tramp,” he told her, delivering a hard spank on her arse cheek. “But I’m actually surprised its not more. You’re an insatiable little slut, aren’t you?”
She didn’t immediately respond, so he brought his hand against her arse once again.
“Aren’t you?”
“Oh goddd… Yes, yes I am,” she spluttered out, agreeing with him entirely.
“What are you?”
“A slut,” she panted.
Suddenly, she was aware that the sound of rain had stopped. In its place she heard the faint, far-off sounds of voices.
She wheeled her head round and looked at him significantly.
“Do you hear that? I think there’s people nearby.”
He nodded his confirmation but kept up the exact same pace.
“S-s-slow down,” she groaned. “They might hear…”
“Let them hear,” he grunted back. “I don’t mind being caught. You’re the one with something to hide…”
She could hear the voices getting ever louder. It sounded like a family–parents with kids in tow. What if they were the ones who had made the den she was currently fucking in? What if they were coming to play in it? And why did the thought of being discovered turn her on as much as scare her?
“You know,” he continued, “you’re the one making most of the noise around here. Makes me think you want to get caught.”
“I… I can’t get caught.”
“Can’t is different to don’t want to. Admit you wanna get caught and I’ll help you stay quiet.”
“Ooh-ooh-OK, OK. I want people–uh–to s-see what a slut I am. But please… it’s just a fantasy.” Spelling it out like that, embarrassing herself in front of him, it made the situation even hotter. Once again she was on the brink of cumming.
Apparently satisfied by her answer, he put his plan into effect. Instead of stopping his pounding as she had assumed, he simply put one of his big hands over her mouth, muffling her grunts and moans. The roughness of it sent a shiver of delight flooding through her. She came for the second time in just a few minutes, practically screaming into his hand.
Luckily for her his hand was effective in swallowing up the sound, and the voices soon receded once again into the distance. Distracted by the orgasm, and acknowledging that this was the best soundproofing she was going to get, her mind drifted away from thoughts of being discovered to refocus on the intense pleasure in her pussy.
“I’m close,” he told her after a few more delicious minutes of fucking. “Where do you want me to cum? Your back?”
Not being able to speak, she shook her head.
“Your face?”
Another shake.
He was running out of places to suggest.
“Inside you?” he eventually realised.
She nodded enthusiastically. This girl was freaky and he loved it. The thought of cumming inside her tipped him over the edge, and he sent a huge load flooding inside her. The sheer thought of yet again being filled with another man’s sperm triggered Anna’s own orgasm. And this time, if she got pregnant despite the pill, there’d be no pretending the baby was her husband’s. Cumming hard, she bit down on his fingers to stifle her groans.
Eventually, as their heavy breathing returned to normal, he pulled out of her, admiring the sloppy mess he’d made of her cunt. Spreading her cheeks with his hand, he told her to push, and she obliged. A big wad of his cum fell to the forest floor. Anna heard the squelch and it was music to her ears.
Shuffling back around into a sitting position, she held up his finger, the one she’d bitten. It was bleeding.
“Sorry,” said Anna sheepishly, sucking it, at first in an innocent way meant to stop the blood flow. Then, noticing he seemed to be enjoying it, she transitioned into a mock blowjob.
“I think I can find it in my heart to forgive you,” he told her, laughing.
They shared a long kiss before retrieving their clothes.
“Right,” he said, offering her his arm. “Let’s get you home.”
***
He propped her up on one side as they retrod the path to her house. She was somewhat surprised to see him turn gallant again considering how he’d acted while fucking her. Not that she was complaining.
When they got to her road she told him she could limp the rest of the way on her own, but he insisted on taking her right up to her front door. Finally home, she put a hand on the wall, panting.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” he asked her. She couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.
“My husband’s inside…”
“Ah, of course. Well I suppose I’ll see you back on the trail once that ankle’s healed up.”
She was unsure what he meant by “see you”. Did he simply mean they’d go back to being ships in the night as he ran past? Or that they’d recreate the days activities? Her question was answered when he suddenly shoved his hand inside her shorts and rubbed his fingers against the outside of her pussy, before bringing them back to his mouth.
“To tide me over till next time,” he explained, before leaving her with a wink.
All she could do was groan at being groped so openly on the doorstep of her marital house. She needed a few seconds to compose herself before going inside. When she did so, she was pleased to find her husband didn’t immediately greet her, which allowed her to head straight to the shower.
Once safely locked inside the bathroom, she pondered how to tell her husband what she had done. She wasn’t afraid he’d react badly. But it was still quite something to just come out of nowhere and tell him she had just fucked a stranger. Though, in fairness to herself, he wasn’t a total stranger. And she hadn’t quite realised just how attracted she had been to the mysterious runner, her feelings masked behind her competitive spirit.
A solution presented itself to her. She’d been wondering for a while what to get her husband for his upcoming birthday, besides the long-awaited resumption of her marital duties. And there was surely nothing he’d want more than the knowledge his wife had fucked another man.
She decided that recording herself now would allow her to say all the things she wanted to say, avoiding the possibility of getting flustered and messing things up if she told Simon in person. She propped up her phone, turned on the shower so her husband wouldn’t hear her over it, and started recording.
It wasn’t long until she had the video diary of her husband’s dreams. She was quite sure he’d think this was the best birthday present he’d ever gotten. Although there was still a while until his birthday. Assuming her ankle healed quickly enough, maybe she’d further embellish the present in the days to come…
***
A few more weeks had passed and Simon was more excited for his birthday to come than he had been in a long, long while. So excited was he to finally relieve all his pent up sexual energy with Anna that he actually had trouble sleeping the night before.
So he was disappointed, when the morning of his birthday finally came, to find his bed already empty. He had envisioned her treating him to something like a good morning blowjob, but apparently it wasn’t meant to be.
Instead he found that she had organised a busy itinerary of a visit to a nearby park, followed by shopping, followed by lunch at a fancy restaurant. Any attempt to initiate sex on his part was met with exhortations to get ready. He didn’t force the issue, figuring he’d get what he really wanted that evening. He’d waited so long already, what was a few hours more?
When they finally returned home that evening, he was giddy with excitement. After busying himself with a few chores, he found Anna in their bedroom. He was surprised to see that she was getting ready for something.
“What are you doing?” he asked her. He wanted her to be taking clothes off, not putting them on.
“Getting ready for a meal.”
“But we went out for lunch!”
She rolled her eyes.
“You can do two things in one day, you know… Anyway, it’s time for your present,” she said, fiddling with her phone.
“Huh?”
“Check your phone.”
He had a new message from Anna. A video, by the looks of it. When he opened it he was greeted by the sweaty, rain-drenched face of his wife. She appeared to be in their bathroom.
“I have something to tell you,” she said in the video. “Or maybe it’d be better if I showed you.”
She pulled her shorts down, and turned around to stick her arse out towards the camera. As she spread her cheeks apart, the cum in her pussy was obvious.
“Guess who just had sex. On their run. Oh my god,” she laughed. “I don’t even know his name. And he doesn’t know mine. But… he knows I’m married.” She held up her ring finger to the screen.
Holy shit, thought Simon. His mouth was dry. All this time holding out on him, she’d been getting her rocks off elsewhere. And once again she’d let them cum inside.
“He came in you? Wha-?”
“Don’t worry,” Anna interrupted. “I’m on the pill now.”
That in itself was a stunning revelation to him. He turned his focus back to the screen. For the next little while, the video detailed all the sordid things that had happened after she’d sprained her ankle. He remembered that day and how he’d waited on her, bringing her drinks and painkillers. Little did he know she’d already self-medicated with a healthy dose of nature’s painkiller, the orgasm.
Details given, Anna in the video was now becoming more philosophical.
“Can you believe, in less than a month you’ve gone from being the only man I’ve had sex with to being just one of three,” giggled Anna. “I’ve literally had sex with more men who aren’t you than are you.”
Anna in the room was mildly shocked at how she was behaving. She hadn’t watched the video back since recording it. Clearly the high of having just had such naughty sex had bled into what she was saying.
“Anyway,” the video continued. “Just wanted to let you know. Bye!”
Video over, the two of them remained totally still for a time.
“Wow,” said Simon, breaking the silence.
“Did you enjoy your present?” Anna asked sincerely.
“Yes. A lot.”
“Good,” she smiled, turning back to the mirror to apply her makeup.
He had so many questions, but he supposed they could wait for dinner.
“So are you going to tell me where we’re going?”
“Well, actually I’m going out. But you’re not.” She casually went back to applying her makeup as he stood there looking confused.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I don’t want you spoiling my date.”
His heart was practically pounding out of his chest.
“W-with him?”
“I think you know the answer to that,” she giggled. “You don’t think that was our only encounter, do you?”
“It wasn’t?”
“Nope. Twice more. Both in that same little shelter. But I convinced him this time he’d have to treat me to a proper date. Dinner before we headed back to his place.”
He was looking at her, gobsmacked. She decided to really put the boot in.
“How does it feel, knowing your wife will be spending your birthday evening with another man? Actually, don’t tell me–I think I know the answer.” She gestured towards Simon’s crotch, which still featured a very prominent bulge.
That she was going on a date with someone who thought she was cheating on him, her husband, was… wow. Any normal husband should have been outraged, and to a certain extent he was. Its just those feelings were being overridden by the hardness in his trousers.
“B-but what about the deal? About waiting until my birthday until we had sex again?”
“Oh right, that. Well… I could still stand him up if you really wanted. We could go out on a date instead, and afterwards we could come back here and you could fuck me for all of five minutes with your little dick. Or you could extend your little waiting period and let me go out and get railed by a real man. Who knows, maybe I’ll even get him to record another video? What’ll it be? With you or without you?”
He didn’t hesitate to give his answer.
“Without me.”
TO BE CONTINUED…