Author’s Note: I am aware that cuckold stories, such as I have written below, have a reputation of receiving very negative comments and ratings, but I care little – to nothing – about both. What I do care about is the men and women who do enjoy and/or get aroused by the content of stories such as this one, and doing my best to entertain those people.
Warning: The following story is focused around a fictional married couple with the dynamics of an assertive openly cheating wife and her more subservient cuckold husband. If you do not like that, then I suggest you look for another story to read.
Watching Amanda
Peter had woken up feeling on top of the world after the fun of the previous night. He’d hoped that maybe his wife Amanda would have been up for a repeat performance this morning too, but she’d rebuffed his tentative advances, allowing him no more than a quick handjob, just to stop him from pestering her so much as she relaxed and got ready for the day ahead.
It was a beautiful day. Even though it was only 10am the sun was shining brightly through the windows of the house, illuminating the walls and giving a perfect backdrop for what was to come. The temperature was warm but not overly humid.
Currently Peter was in the kitchen fixing up some breakfast for himself and Amanda, who was reviewing a few papers she needed to familiarise herself with for work in the living room.
He was humming a happy tune to himself, still on a high after his early morning treat. It had been weeks since Amanda had woken up in a good enough mood to stroke him and make him cum like that first thing in the day, and Peter allowed himself to believe that he must have really satisfied her. He’d certainly gone to sleep feeling very satisfied.
As he fried some bacon and dropped the bread into the toaster, Peter let his mind wander back, a smile curling his lips as the events came rushing back and filled his head.
The previous night…
“Do you know what I love most?” Amanda asked as she spread her slim thighs wider, opening herself up to full view whilst at the same time cupping her small breasts in both hands, tweaking her already erect and sensitive nipples with her fingers to get them looking at their absolute best.
“What?” Peter asked as he aimed the camera at his beautiful wife, adjusting the focus to perfectly capture her nakedness in all its glory.
“Thinking about how much the guys’ cocks are going to get so hard when they see these pictures!” Amanda said excitedly as she posed for the next few filthy photographs to be taken.
Peter didn’t say anything for a few moments, too preoccupied with snapping pictures to speak. His cock was hard in his pants, which wasn’t surprising given that his wife was spread eagle on their bed, completely naked. So far he’d taken pictures of her on all fours from behind showing her opening her lips wide with her fingers to show off the pinkness inside, now she was on her back holding her tits. It was all very erotic and exciting.
“I can’t wait for them to see me like this… I bet it will get them so turned on they’ll want to come around straight away to fuck my brains out with their big hard cocks,” Amanda smiled at both the thought of it happening, and the reaction her words got from her husband who groaned appreciatively at the idea.
“I bet they will,” Peter said absently. In his head he was already seeing his wife once again getting pounded by those two younger men, both of them taking turns on her as they were so fond of doing, and Amanda was so fond of allowing them to do too.
“I just love having big hard cocks slamming into my dripping wet pussy. Having a real man use me, someone who knows what they want and takes it. Fuck I’m so wet just thinking about it now!” Amanda said as she felt a tremor pass through her slim body. She loved to humiliate her husband in that way, remind him how he couldn’t stack up to her lovers, and she knew he got off on it just as much.
Peter didn’t reply, he just eagerly took a few more pictures of his beautiful wife that were destined for others to see. It gave him a strange thrill to know that he’d be sharing these intensely intimate photos with other men, several of whom he’d never even met in person. Just thinking about them seeing Amanda exposed like this, it made his heart race and his cock throb. He had no doubt that the same thing would be happening to them too, when they opened the pictures up.
“Get me my toy, the big one, I want the boys to see that I’m thinking about them and their big cocks fucking me!” Amanda demanded as she started to rub her sensitive clit with her fingers. She’d pushed herself up onto her elbows now but kept her legs spread wide open.
“Okay,” Peter said and obediently he rushed to the chest of drawers where his wife kept all her toys to fetch her the requested item.
He opened up the second one down from the top. It had once been his underwear drawer, but Amanda had made him give it up and taken it as her toy drawer now, a place where she could keep her favourites close to hand for when she was feeling aroused and in need of release. Or, as was now more frequently happening, when her lovers came by and they wanted to get kinky with her. Amanda made no secret to her husband of the array of sex toys she now owned. In the drawer were several dildos and vibrators of differing sizes, but there was also much more these days too.
Peter rummaged through the items moving aside the blindfold, the handcuffs, the ball gag. He pulled out of the way and placed on top of the chest of drawers a length of rope he’d watched Amanda be tied to the bed with once by someone other than himself. There were more things too, all that he’d watched be used but never participated in using.
“Hurry up,” Amanda insisted as she continued to rub her clit. Her juices were really flowing now and she could feel the wetness as she slid her fingers downwards and caressed the soft folds of her cunt, shuddering as a pulse of pleasure radiated up her spine.
Peter increased his urgency as he tried to locate the toy that his wife was craving. He knew what she really wanted was a genuine, flesh and blood, big thick cock to stretch her wet cunt, not a toy, though. She often told him how good that felt, and how his lowly five inches couldn’t match up to either of her lovers. He knew it was the truth too, hearing the screams Amanda made when Matt or Danny were inside her, their young shafts stretching his mature wife to her limits as they pounded her hard, giving her what she needed, only reinforced that he couldn’t measure up. Thinking about that made him moan in perverse excitement.
Amanda was thinking about her two lovers at the same moment her husband was too. She couldn’t help but rub herself slowly and yet forcibly, building her own excitement which was already sky high thanks to the pictures she’d been posing for. She loved having Peter take pictures for other men to see, and imagining their reactions to seeing her naked always made her soaked and horny.
“Got it,” Peter announced as he pulled the 9″ dildo from the drawer. He quickly offered it to his wife, and Amanda snatched it from his hand.
“Next time be quicker! Now get your camera ready,” Amanda said as she brought the tip of the dildo to her cunt, teasing herself with it a little, rubbing the rounded end up and down whilst her husband pointed his camera back at her again.
With a loud groan she thrust several inches of the toy into her warm, tight embrace as her husband watched eagerly and snapped pictures. Feeling the thickness fill her cunt caused Amanda’s thighs to quiver, but what she really was getting off on was the knowledge that her filthy behaviour would be seen by at least a dozen men by the morning, ranging in age from eighteen to fifty years old.
“Fuck!” Amanda exclaimed loudly as the jolt of pleasure bloomed deep within herself, the long thick shaft of the dildo sliding two thirds of the way into her dripping hole, stretching her inner walls as she fucked herself slowly with it, feeling every inch move within.
As she thrust the toy deep, and then pulled the now slick with her juices length back out again, Amanda heard the whimpering breathing of her husband and the snapping of the camera as he took the filthy photographs of her play. It took her arousal up another notch, and she could already feel the first build up of an orgasm as she felt the thrill that always came from thinking about the five men who would receive the pictures.
She’d fucked them all previously, over the last few months. Three of them she’d traveled miles just to spend the night with, having met them online via various cheating forums. Each time she’d made her trips with the full knowledge of her husband. Amanda had delighted in telling him the details upon returning too, how those men had used and abused her body, how she’d cum on their big cocks multiple times and how they’d filled her with their thick creamy seed.
Peter had lapped up her filthy descriptions eagerly, stroking himself as she humiliated him by revealing how their prowess surpassed his and yet he’d always begged to fuck her himself afterwards, like he could ever compare to her lovers.
Amanda gasped loudly and then let out a long groan of pleasure as she felt a big jolt rush through her body, her trembling silky soft thighs clamping together on her hand, trapping it as she moved the dildo back and forth within herself quickly. She could feel the orgasm building quickly now.
“Oh fuck! Oh yes! I love a big cock fucking me!” Amanda exclaimed loudly as she threw her head back, her long dark hair cascading over her shoulders as her mouth fell open and eyes closed tightly whilst the waves of pleasure spread throughout her crotch, her clit throbbing.
Peter had stopped taking pictures now and instead stood looking hungrily at his sexy wife with his hard cock in hand. He was stroking his small shaft, listening to, and enjoying the sights, as Amanda brought herself closer to climax. He knew she was thinking about another man fucking her, someone with a big cock that could really satisfy her as she needed, but that only served to arouse him just as much as it did his wife.
“I want you so much,” Peter said excitedly. He was stroking himself quicker now, his eyes fixed on Amanda who was off in her own world, her hand thrusting the big toy deep into her wet passage over and over as she arched her back whilst the pleasure built, the juices leaking out and running onto her soft skin, making it slick and shiny.
“Send those pictures to my men,” Amanda ordered through a groan of carnal delight, ignoring her husband’s comment about his wanting her. She felt a tremor pass up her spine and shoved the big dildo into herself hard, feeling the girth of it stretch her inner walls and rub against the sensitive nerve endings.
Peter moaned and hesitated for a moment, reluctant to take his eyes off Amanda’s naked and sweaty body. He loved watching her writhing on their bed, her thighs tensing and trembling slightly as she fucked herself. The only thing that turned him on more was watching one of her young lovers between those same supple thighs, ramming their hard shaft into her willing and eager cunt as she came.
“Now!” Amanda demanded as she opened her eyes and saw her husband still standing at the foot of the bed watching her masturbating with the big dildo.
Peter instantly dropped his eyes to the floor and turned away, hurrying to the computer located in the far corner of the bedroom and, as he went, pulling the SD card containing the filthy photos from his digital camera. As they were transferred over and he composed the email they would be attached to, Peter could hear the increasingly louder and more excited cries spilling from his wife’s mouth behind him.
Twice he had to delete and retype the same line of text because he was too distracted by the noises, not just the gasps and shouts of pleasure but also the wet, sloppy sounds of the dildo sinking into Amanda’s juice soaked hole.
“Fuck me harder Danny! Yes!” Amanda shouted as she slammed several inches of the long, thick dildo into herself. She was imagining it was one of her two young lovers who were inside her, not just a toy simulating a hard cock.
Peter rolled his eyes upwards and groaned excitedly as he heard his wife openly call out another man’s name whilst she fucked herself. The sounds of her arousal were louder too, he could hear the squelch more clearly each time Amanda thrust the big dildo into her cunt, evidence of just how aroused she was as if the cries and gasps weren’t enough already.
He glanced over his shoulder, ignoring the email he was typing out to send the men who would be looking at his beautiful and naked wife. As he watched Amanda fuck herself fiercely, Peter couldn’t help but wonder, and not for the first time, just what would happen to the pictures after they’d been recieved.
A shudder ran up his spine as he mentally questioned if any of them would end up online somewhere? Perhaps on some voyeurism websites where Amanda would be potentially being seen by thousands of men? That thought both scared and aroused him intensely. There was nothing he could do about it if one or more decided to share, but that only added to the thrill, heightening the excitement of the whole situation he’d been in for the last half a year since he and Amanda had agreed to open up their marriage.
“Fuck! Oh yes Danny, harder! Make me cum baby!” Amanda cried as she slammed the dildo deep inside herself and pulled several inches back out again, the toy glistening with her lathered juice.
Unable to help himself in the face of such an overwhelmingly erotic sight such as the one he was watching, Peter abandoned his work on the computer and started to stroke his very modest cock. His hand slid up and down the thin shaft, as he watched his wife of twenty years masturbating whilst imagining it was another man, someone other than him, fucking her.
Unaware that her husband was watching her and not fulfilling his instructions to send her lovers the filthy pictures she’d posed for, Amanda slammed the dildo in and out of her tight cunt roughly and felt the orgasm building fast. She knew it was going to be a big one, the kind that curled the toes, and she was doing all she could to make it even bigger still.
To help heighten her own pleasure, she was playing with her tits. Her fingers tweaked her erect right nipple hard, sending jolts of excitement rushing through her body. Amanda had delightfully sensitive nipples, pink and perky they stood like little pencil erasers from her small, but still pert, B-cup breasts. The best thing about them though, was how the merest attention was enough to stimulate them to stand up and the slightest touch caused untold amounts of joy to cascade through her whole being.
“Hmm yes! Oh my God yes! I’m going to cum on your big cock Danny!” Amanda exclaimed, knowing Peter would hear and be reminded of his own shortcomings in that department, which was fueling her delight. The response was instant between her thighs too, which trembled as the growing build-up of pleasure intensified with every second she had the toy stretching and applying pressure to her inner walls, sliding back and forth quickly, filling her and then leaving her empty, only to enter her depths again.
Saying the words were enough to make it happen. Suddenly Amanda felt the dam burst, the pressure building up too much to be restrained any longer. The pleasure exploded within, so much so that she almost saw stars as her body tensed and cunt squeezed on the big dildo like the words most velvety soft vice. She could feel the wetness running out of herself as the orgasmic bliss radiated from her core, each wave making her body convulse and jerk as her eyes rolled back in her head, eyelids fluttered, and her toes curled.
“Oh God, I want you Amanda,” Peter announced as he watched and listened to the show being put on by his wife. He was beyond aroused now, his cock throbbing and aching as he stroked it, his eyes roaming over her naked, sweaty body. He loved seeing Amanda in the middle of an orgasm, the way her legs trembled and thighs squeezed together, her back arched and head thrown back as the waves rushed through her.
As if hearing his voice had shaken her out of an incredible dream, Amanda opened her eyes and looked at her husband who, in turn, was watching her with his small member in hand. She felt a sudden surge of anger as she saw the computer screen behind him with the half finished email, but she was also still on the crest of her orgasmic wave, and her sexual needs were winning out over her annoyance that her husband had failed to fulfill her simple orders.
For a few moments she wasn’t able to speak, her breath had been taken away by the climax that was still coursing through her body, although the first and most intense waves had ended, so Amanda simply looked at Peter and watched him stroke himself.
She still loved him, that hadn’t changed even after he’d first tentatively suggested the idea of her sleeping with other men, but there was certainly a different dynamic to their marriage now. Peter had always been on a more quiet and subservient side of the personality divide, even before she’d had her first hook-up with another man with his full knowledge and encouragement, but since then he’d really embraced that side of himself and Amanda had been just as eager to take charge in their relationship.
“It’s your lucky night. Finish that message and send it… then get over here!” Amanda demanded as she started to rub her still throbbing clit, her fingers pressing down on the super sensitive nub of delight and keeping the sensational feelings coming as the last remnants of the orgasm kept on surging and falling away again inside her.
Peter’s breathing became rapid. He had been really horny since Amanda had first told him she wanted some pictures taken for her men and started to strip off her clothes without another word on the matter. Now she wanted him in their bed.
He eagerly turned away and brought his focus back to the computer and started typing fast, trying to get the message done and sent as quickly as possible to get his reward as behind him Amanda let out a loud groan whilst she slowly pumped the big, slick dildo in and out of her cunt, keeping herself amused and aroused as she waited for her husband.
… my wife hope’s you enjoy the pictures and can’t wait to hear what you think, and see you again soon!
Peter finished with that and sent the email to the five recipients, briefly reminding himself that all of them had seen Amanda naked in the real world, not just via pictures and videos sent by him within the last six months, and then turned all his focus back to the here and now and what was about to happen.
“Sent those pictures to my men like a good boy?” Amanda asked with a cocked eyebrow as her husband once more brought his attention to her laid on the bed idly stroking the big toy into her dripping hole.
“Yes,” Peter replied with a gulp, his small cock pulsing and jumping out in front of him as he stood up out of the chair.
“Come and get your reward then,” Amanda grinned, sliding the 9″ dildo out of herself and making sure her husband could see the size of it, wrapping her hand around the base and holding it up for him to see and compare its length and girth to himself, before she dropped it on the mattress.
Peter didn’t say anything this time. He simply rushed to the bed and climbed on, crawling his way from the foot upwards, until he had positioned himself between Amanda’s open thighs. Once there he hurriedly guided the tip of his cock to her gaping hole and thrust forwards, his shaft meeting no resistance as he sank into her easily.
Instantly Peter felt the warmth and wetness enveloping his thin 4.5″ cock, and Amanda felt hardly anything at all as her husband started pumping his hips whilst lying on top of her.
A minute later it was all over.
Back to now…
Peter sighed contentedly as the memory faded away. By now he knew those pictures he’d sent out would have been seen for sure, and he felt the familiar sensation of excitement and fear that he’d once more willingly shared his wife with other men. It was something he’d thought maybe he would have gotten used to over the last few months, but even now it still produced the same reaction within him. Maybe it always would.
He knew all too well how much Amanda enjoyed both being shown off and his response to it. The first time she’d had him take and send naked photographs of her to someone online had led to the best sex of their marriage, and that had quickly become a regular thing until they’d taken the bigger step of her meeting one of the men they had been chatting with for weeks.
After that first real life meeting, nothing had been the same. It had been so much better.
Now, six months since Peter first got up the courage to suggest his wife go farther than merely talking with and sending naked photos to other men, he was living his dream of regularly watching Amanda experience the sorts of pleasure that he himself had not been able to provide her in their long time together.
He was aware that there were many people, especially men, who found his lifestyle choice shocking and abhorrent. Long before he’d first broached the subject with his wife, Peter had been reading cuckold sex stories on the Internet and he’d been shocked by the vehemently negative comments left on them by some, not that they had put him off. If anything, seeing those nasty words had only served to excite him more, adding a whole different taboo element to his fantasy and making him want to live it out all the more. And now he was.
The early ventures into the life of a cuckold had been terrifying, but the pleasure he’d experienced each time when Amanda had come home after a trip to meet her latest lover had been worth every second of it. Peter had never even hoped he would have enjoyed it as much as he did whilst stroking himself as his wife gave him a detailed account of what she’d done, and what had been done to her.
Those first experiments had, of course, led to more escalations over the weeks and months as husband and wife found that this new dimension to their marriage opened up exciting and pleasurable opportunities for both to enjoy together, culminating in Peter eventually tagging along on one of Amanda’s trips and being present to actually witness and enjoy watching his wife spend time with one of her extramarital lovers. And that had almost right away become the norm.
“Breakfast is almost ready,” Peter announced as he checked on the toast, making sure it was only slightly browned like Amanda preferred.
“I told you not to disturb me!” Amanda shouted back from the living room, her voice edged with annoyance.
“Sorry,” Peter called back as he started to plate up the food he’d prepared. He was right in the middle of it when the doorbell rang.
The sound startled him, but not nearly as much as the hard and insistent rap of knuckles on the door almost immediately following it did. Whoever it was, they clearly didn’t want to be kept waiting too long.
“For God’s sake, get the door will you!” Amanda demanded from the other room, her annoyance now becoming more like outright anger in her tone.
Leaving the breakfast half served, Peter rushed down the hallway that led from the kitchen to the front door before whomever was disturbing them at this early hour got the chance to bang again.
“Hello? Oh…” Peter looked surprised when he opened the door and saw a very familiar face smiling back at him, although it was several inches higher than his own.
“Hi Pete,” Matt said as, without invitation, he walked into Peter’s house showing him no respect at all. He was treating it like it was his own place, and showing all the bravado and confidence that came from being both young and a star on the University rugby team.
Peter stood aside without comment as the tall, muscular twenty year old stepped through the door. Even if he had been of a mind to deny him entrance, there was little he could have done to prevent him anyway, so it was lucky that this particular twenty year old was regularly having sex with Amanda whilst Peter watched and jerked off, and thus was always welcome in their house.
Peter always felt inferior when he was in Matt’s presence. He was more than half Peter’s age and physically so imposing. At 6’1″ Matt was a good five inches taller than the man whose wife he was fucking on a practically weekly basis. Today he was dressed casually in a t-shirt that showed off the impressive bulges in his arms and chest, his body toned thanks to hours of running and weights in the gym, and a pair of shorts that equally displayed his thick thighs and calves.
It was more than just his physical stature that made Peter feel he couldn’t stack up though. Matt exuded an assurance that was intimidating, and he had an easy smile that was halfway to a smirk, letting those around him know that he was in charge in all situations.
“Is Mandy home?” Matt inquired as he casually looked down the hallway into the kitchen, seeing if he could spot Amanda anywhere for himself.
“Yes, she’s in the living room catching up on some work,” Peter informed the visitor, slightly bowing his head and not meeting his gaze when the younger man turned to look at him.
“Great! Say, those pictures you sent last night were something special Pete,” Matt grinned as he said the words, his blue eyes lighting up as he spoke.
“Thanks,” Peter mumbled back, not sure what else to say. He always felt a little tongue-tied when talking to Amanda’s lovers, never sure how he should address them nor the correct things to say.
Matt didn’t mind, intact he rather enjoyed the power he felt when making small talk with his lover’s husband. It was almost as much fun seeing Peter be slightly uncomfortable around him as it was having Amanda be his willing slut in the bedroom. Almost, but not quite.
“I loved the ones of her stretched by that dildo. Your wife sure loves the big cocks Pete,” Matt said, taking every opportunity to humiliate the older man that little bit more, and delighting in his discomfort.
“Yes, she sure does,” was all Peter could think to say in reply at that moment.
“I’d best go and give her one then, huh?” Matt chuckled and slapped Peter on the shoulder with his strong right hand, before turning away from him and confidently walking down the hallway and into the kitchen without seeking permission first, and not even looking back to see if the other man was following him. Peter trailed a few steps behind.
Despite how Matt had spoken to him, and what the young man was about to do with his wife, Peter was actually feeling really excited and aroused. Normally they arranged visits from Amanda’s lovers in advance, so having one just show up unexpectedly was a very happy surprise.
“Having breakfast?” Matt enquired pleasantly, nodding to the plates as he stood with his arms folded over his big barrel chest now they were in the kitchen.
“Yes, just finished making it,” Peter informed him, disliking the small talk as ever.
“Be a pal and save me some, will you? I’m sure I’ll have worked up a big appetite when I’ve finally finished with Mandy,” Matt smirked.
Unable to ignore that, or control his response to it, Peter let out a groan. He felt the familiar sensation of humiliation and arousal mix within himself, a potent combination that he knew well.
“Honey?” Peter called out to his wife, eager now for things to progress.
“I told you not to disturb me!” Amanda shouted back from the other room.
“Mandy! Get your arse out here!” Matt called, his voice commanding and assertive, everything that Peter wasn’t. Again the older man felt inferior and small standing there in his presence.
Responding to his voice, Amanda suddenly appeared in the doorway that led between the two rooms. She had a look of pure surprise on her beautiful face, her eyes wide and mouth hung open as she stared at her young lover for a moment, almost like she didn’t believe he was really there.
“Matt? Oh my God!” Amanda cried excitedly and ran across the floor, totally ignoring her husband, and literally jumping into the other man’s arms. Wrapping her legs around his waist she brought her lips to her lover’s and began kissing him deep and passionately as he held her off the ground like she weighed nothing at all.
Peter watched on as his wife made out with another man right in front of him like he was invisible. He felt envious of how easily Matt was able to hold her up like he was, his strong arms around her waist and his hands cupping her arse cheeks, squeezing the small round orbs of flesh as Amanda’s lips mushed against his and their tongues pushed into each other’s mouths.
“Is Danny coming too?” Amanda asked after a few more seconds of kissing her young lover, finally pulling her lips from his to speak, but still gazing into his eyes lustily.
“Sorry, just me this time. Danny is stuck in an English lecture he couldn’t miss, even for your sweet arse,” Matt smiled and slapped Amanda’s backside firmly with one hand, making her squeal loudly and giggle.
Peter felt a momentary disappointment that Amanda’s other lover wouldn’t be joining the fun today. The best night of his life had been a month ago when he’d sat in a corner of their bedroom and watched his wife indulge in a filthy threesome with the two students.
Matt and Danny had used Amanda in ways Peter had never dreamed of that night as they’d spent over three hours using and abusing her body. They’d delighted in having his wife on her knees as they stood either side of her, big hard cocks throbbing and stood straight out, whilst Amanda was made to suck one then the other, both students sharing her mouth. That was only the beginning though, and soon the action had moved to the bed where she was fucked silly, sometimes by them individually, sometimes by them together.
Peter had been mesmerized as he’d watched Amanda suck one cock noisily and eagerly whilst another was driven deep and forcefully into her dripping cunt from behind. Matt and Danny had swapped positions often, and Amanda had not hesitated in taking their shafts into her mouth even when they were slick and fresh from her hole. She would never suck her husband after he’d been inside her, but she was more than willing to give that sort of treatment to her young lovers.
There was one more surprise for Peter too that night, when Amanda had been made to beg the boys to spray her face in their combined cum. He had always wanted to give his wife a facial, but Amanda had been dead set against it, calling him a pervert for wanting to do such a thing.
He’d lost count of the amount of times that Amanda had climaxed during their dual assault on her. Seeing his wife experience that much pleasure, hearing her screams of utter delight as she’d come over and over, it had been a magical experience.
Peter hoped to have a repeat performance of that one day, but today he’d have to be satisfied with just watching one fit and handsome twenty year old fuck his forty year old wife wife silly instead of two it seemed. He wasn’t about to complain though.
“Don’t you have lectures too?” Amanda inquired, and slowly rubbed her small breasts against Matt’s chest, smiling as she felt her nipples grow erect and rub against the thin material of her shirt.
“None that I couldn’t miss for you this morning,” Matt grinned before he leaned his head forwards and kissed the mature blonde again.
Peter stood a few feet away, watching but staying silent, as he had been since his wife had first entered the kitchen. He could feel the bulge in his pants as his cock responded to his arousal. He got so turned on hearing Amanda moan as the young man’s hands squeezed her arse cheeks again through her lounge pants whilst they made out passionately for a few seconds.
“Did you get my pictures?” Amanda asked excitedly once they’d broken apart once more.
“Why do you think I came over?” Matt replied with a sparkle in his blue eyes and a cheeky smile on his lips.
“I knew you’d like them, I was thinking of you and Danny whilst I used that toy!” Amanda exclaimed with a huge smile on her face, looking directly into her lover’s eyes and ignoring her husband totally, as she had since Matt had arrived.
“Wishing it was the real thing, right?” Matt asked with a grin as he dropped Amanda back onto her feet, meaning she now had to crane her head up to keep her eyes on his since he towered over her.
“Of course!” Amanda giggled and Peter watched as she brought her left hand up and cupped Matt’s crotch, rubbing the impressive bulge in his shorts slowly.
For the first time since his wife had entered the room, Matt looked at Peter with that same cocky smirk he always had when he spoke to the older man.
“Mandy and I are going upstairs Pete, don’t forget what I said about breakfast,” Matt said with a wink, practically dismissing Peter as nothing more than a servant, there to provide what the young man needed when he called for it. In truth that was pretty much the case.
Amanda seemed to remember for the first time that her husband was actually in the room with them. She looked at him with a more chilly expression, showing none of the warmth she had when looking at Matt.
“Those plates need cleaning up before you even think about following us,” Amanda said to Peter before she turned her attention back to Matt, her face lighting up again as soon as she did.
Peter didn’t get the chance to reply, because before he could say a word his wife was scooped off her feet by her tall and strong young lover and carried giggling in his arms towards the staircase that led from the kitchen to the bedrooms on the second level of their house.
He watched them go and felt a surge of excitement as his head was flooded with filthy thoughts of what they may be to come. He wanted to rush to the bedroom himself, see everything from the start from his customary position on the chair that was now permanently placed in the corner of the bedroom he shared with Amanda, but he knew he couldn’t do that. First he needed to dispose of the rapidly cooling breakfast he’d made, just as his wife had told him.
Loud giggling and cooing filtered down the stairs as Peter hurried to scrape the bacon and other foodstuffs into the bin and rinse off the plates and pans. He listened and tried to imagine what was happening, his heart pounding as he suspected Matt was probably stripping his wife naked, peeling off her clothes to expose her slim body.
“Oh yes, so big!” Amanda’s voice sounded so eager and excited as it met his ears, and Peter felt sure she must have just pulled Matt’s shorts down to expose his big, throbbing, hard cock. That thought made his own much more modestly sized member throb as he placed the first plate on the sink rack to dry.
It took no more than two or three minutes for him to clear up, but it felt more like an hour to Peter. As he quickly worked he was treated to snippets from overhead, moans and gasps, as well as the giggles that often accompanied Amanda building up to another fuck session with one of her lovers. It allowed Peter to build up images in his mind, each more filthy than the last as his arousal grew all the stronger.
Once he’d finished, the cuckold husband rushed up the stairs, listening keenly as the sounds coming from his bedroom grew louder with every step. He realised that Amanda had left the door wide open, no doubt so he would hear the pleasure spilling out, but it also meant he could slip in to watch without disturbing her and Matt.
Peter stopped when he reached the top of the staircase and just listened for a moment. He could hear low moans of pleasure emanating from his bedroom and felt that all too familiar sensation of anticipation building inside as he prepared to watch his wife fuck another man once again.
There was something very intoxicating about just listening in to the action going on, standing near the door but out of sight of Amanda and her lover, it gave Peter a thrill and he waited just a little longer than he normally would to enjoy it. It made it feel like he was doing something wrong, spying on his own wife and he found he loved it.
“Oh yeah, that feels good,” Matt’s voice drifted out of the room and Peter shuddered, his small cock pulsing in his pants and begging for attention.
A long groan that was clearly from Amanda followed and that pushed all of Peter’s buttons. He held his breath, feeling his heart pounding in his chest, and then let out a long slow sigh before he stepped into the doorway to the bedroom and got a look at what he’d been listening to.
The sight that greeted Peter made his mouth fall open. Matt was laid flat on his back on his marital bed, the place where he and Amanda slept and made love. The young man was completely at ease, with his hands linked behind his head resting on the pillows. He was fully naked, his toned muscular body on show, and kneeling with her knees either side of his thick legs was Amanda.
Just like her lover, she was naked too, her slim body looking just as radiant as ever despite her age. She was bent forwards and had roughly half of Matt’s hard cock in her mouth, eagerly sucking it as she bobbed her head up and down, blonde hair falling over most of her face but leaving enough on show so that her husband could see what was happening clearly enough.
Peter watched enraptured, unable to take his eyes off the show. Amanda was beautiful at the best of times, but when she was engaged in a sexual liaison everything was heightened for him. He couldn’t help but let his gaze linger on the size of Matt’s shaft as Amanda sucked it too. He’d seen it multiple times and it never failed to draw out a pang of jealousy deep inside, not because it was at least half as long again as his own cock, but because of the thickness the young man was packing, as well as the length.
The pair on the bed ignored him watching them entirely, both too focused on their own actions and pleasures to be bothered to look his way, and Peter took the opportunity to slip into the bedroom and quietly and unnoticed walk to the far corner where the chair awaited him. He knew the drill very well by now, he could watch and enjoy himself but he had no part to play, nor was he to voice his opinions or desires unless asked first. He was a viewer only, like a man watching a performance at the theatre, with his wife the star.
As Peter hurriedly got comfy in the corner, removing his hard cock from his pants and starting to stroke his shaft, his wife Amanda was even more eagerly sucking on Matt. She had her small pale hand wrapped around the base, holding his big cock upright as she slid her lips down the top four inches, lathering the thick warm flesh in a liberal amount of her saliva as she sucked deeply and cooed happily whilst doing so.
For his part, Matt was merely letting the older woman do all the work. He was the very essence of relaxed, laid back and just watching Amanda worship and pleasure him with her mouth. His eyes were roaming from her face to her small perky breasts, and whilst he wasn’t actively thinking about Peter in the corner watching the action, he could feel his gaze. It made Matt smile.
“Oh shit Mandy, you’re an excellent cock sucker!” Matt said with a grin. His praise was more for her husband’s benefit than Amanda’s, but she took the compliment and felt a bloom of pride anyway, feeling good that her skills were being appreciated by her young lover.
“Thanks! Big cocks are made to be sucked… unlike small ones,” Amanda said with a broad smile as she let Matt slip from between her lips but started to stroke his impressive length with her hand, eager to keep him entertained.
Peter felt abashed by his wife’s words, but that only fuelled his arousal. There was something perversely pleasurable about being made to feel inferior for him, and as their adventures into the cuckold lifestyle had progressed, Amanda had really gotten good at knowing just what fulfilled her husband’s deepest needs.
“True, now get back to it!” Matt ordered, and reached down with his strong right hand, placing it on Amanda’s head and pushing her down towards his throbbing cock again.
Amanda eagerly obliged him, wrapping her lips around the round head and licking it before she slid her mouth down his shaft, once more taking him deep towards her throat before she pulled her head back up, keeping her eyes fixed on his face as she gaged her lover’s response.
A loud moan filled the bedroom as Matt felt the warmth envelop him again. He wasn’t kidding when he’d said Amanda was great at oral, and he was getting the full treatment now. He was in no doubt that she was putting on a show for Peter to watch, and he was fine with that; the young student enjoyed their filthy fun being watched by her husband just as much as she did.
As his wife bobbed her head, slurping so noisily and greedily on the big cock that he envied, Peter quietly but eagerly stroked his own much more modestly proportioned shaft. He couldn’t take his eyes off the action, his gaze locked on the beautiful sight of Amanda so eagerly enjoying herself. It made him feel good knowing that his wife was deriving such pleasure from giving this sloppy blowjob to another man.
“Fuck yes! So good!” Matt groaned appreciatively as Amanda shoved her head down, swallowing all but an inch of his shaft and letting him throb in her throat for a second before she gagged and had to come back up for air, a thick trail of saliva spilling from her lips as soon as the tip came free from her mouth with an audible popping sound.
Amanda took a few deep gasping breaths before giggling like a schoolgirl and taking the big thick cock into her warm mouth again and repeating the action a second time. She felt the familiar thrill rush through her body as she struggled to get all of Matt inside, the sensation of his flesh pulsing and throbbing as she tried to force the last inch into her throat making her juices flow from her cunt like a waterfall.
Whilst his wife gagged and choked, Peter sat in his chair and felt a surge of pride as the man she was so expertly pleasuring with her mouth moaned loudly thanks to her efforts. There was something incredibly arousing knowing that Amanda was able to make a young man such as Matt make sounds like he was. Watching her do it was even better.
“Oh my God, I need you inside me right now!” Amanda exclaimed, letting Matt slip from her lips again and straightening up, but keeping her hand on his cock and stroking the length of his slick hard flesh quickly up and down.
“What are you waiting for then?” Matt smirked as he spoke to Amanda and threw a glance over to her husband who was watching wide eyed in the corner of the room, his hand wrapped around his pathetically small member.
Peter gulped as he watched Amanda look down hungrily at her young lover’s cock, her eyes filled with lust and need. Unlike Matt she didn’t give her husband even so much as a glance, her focus totally taken up with thoughts of the pleasure she was about to receive.
Not needing a second invite Amanda crawled her way up the bed, keeping her knees either side of Matt’s legs as she moved, until she was straddling his crotch. She was aware of her husband watching her, could feel his eager eyes on her body as he watched her actions, but she largely ignored him. Her total focus was on the huge, hard, throbbing pole of flesh she so desperately wanted to feel inside herself.
It wasn’t just Peter watching Amanda’s actions. Matt, lying back on her marital bed, was keeping his eyes on her too. His gaze, initially focused on her breasts as she moved, had now found her crotch as she positioned herself to take him into her dripping wet passage. It was an intoxicatingly erotic sight, seeing his thick long cock stood straight up, the bulbous round head an inch below the succulent folds of Amanda’s cunt which radiated heat and excitement.
“Hmm,” Amanda moaned as she slowly lowered her hips a fraction, just enough to rub herself on the tip of Matt’s shaft, easing her lips open with it and guiding the head into her velvety embrace but not yet sinking down the length.
In the corner, Peter was stroking himself faster as he watched his wife settle herself on her lover’s cock, ready to take the whole thing soon enough. He could see enough to feel a surge of pleasure to know that Amanda had that huge mushroom-like head buried inside her already, and the contrast of her sexy soft arse seemingly resting atop the pulsing hard shaft that would any second disappear into her waiting and eager cunt, stretching it and bringing her such pleasures as he could never do, was nearly too much for him.
Now was the time, Amanda told herself internally. She couldn’t wait any longer to feel her young lover fill her up again. Just thinking about it made her wet, actually having it happen always blew her mind and she’d been building up the anticipation in her head for days.
“Oh my God yes!” Amanda cried out as she let her weight down, dropping her hips and impaling herself on the huge cock. The head opened her inner walls with ease, forcing them apart to allow the shaft behind to follow it.
It never failed to amaze the mature wife just how incredible it felt to be stretched by a big, real flesh and blood, cock. Before opening up her marriage, she’d only been with her husband for twenty years, enduring his small manhood and the frustrations it brought, in the last six months she’d made up for all that though, and was determined to again today.
Matt groaned as he felt the heat and wetness of Amanda’s passage envelop him. She felt so tight as he sank deep, her inner muscles gripping him in a loving embrace as the copious juices lubricated his length, readying him to fuck her hard and fast, just how she liked it and he loved to do. For now he let Amanda do the work, however.
She started to ride him slowly at first, grinding her hips back and forth, then in a little circle, as he pulsed within her. Amanda could feel his thickness and length buried inside her body, rubbing against her sensitive nerves, none more so than her clit which she had pressed against his public bone, meaning every small movement sent a jolt of mind bending pleasure to shoot up her spine.
With her husband quietly watching, she started to lift and drop her arse, allowing herself to release several inches of the big shaft from her cunt before she sank down and took it in again, her hands flat on Matt’s thick chest muscles for stability as she rode him with more passion as every second passed.
Quickly the bedroom filled with the mixed sounds of sex. Loud gasps and squeals of pleasure erupted from Amanda’s lips and these were mingled with the wet slurping of her juicy cunt sliding up and down her young lover’s big cock. Adding to the cacophony of noise was the heavy grunted breaths of Matt and the creak of the bed springs as Amanda bounced atop him. The most intoxicating addition for Peter though, as he watched and listened to the action, was the slap of his wife’s flesh slamming against the other man beneath her.
“Oh fuck! Yes! Yes!” the words spilled freely and hurriedly from Amanda’s mouth as the pleasure grew rapidly whilst she fucked her young lover’s big cock with gusto. Her small tits were bouncing as she rocked her body up and down, sliding her tight passage along the length of his hard shaft.
In the corner Peter was stroking his own cock quickly, his eyes fixed on the action happening just feet away on his bed. He marveled at how sexy his wife looked as she threw her head back, her hair cascading down over her shoulders, and let out a loud cry of pleasure when Matt moved his hands to cup her chest, his fingers digging into the flesh as he squeezed, adding to her delight.
“Fuck, I’m so close already! Oh my God, your huge cock is so good, baby!” Amanda yelped as she took every inch of it into herself, as if to prove the truth of her words. Matt grunted loudly in response, whilst her husband Peter merely let out a low groan of approval.
“Oh yeah, cum on my cock,” Matt growled as he rubbed and played with Amanda’s tits, his fingers now taking both erect nipples between and tweaking them, causing Amanda to gasp loudly and arch her back as she continued to move her body on top of him.
Amanda’s cunt was soaked and on fire. Juices were spilling out from her stuffed hole and coating the thick, long slab of flesh that was stretching her so exquisitely. It had only been a minute or two since she’d climbed on top of Matt, but she could feel the building of a tremendous orgasm deep inside already, and her excitement and eagerness to fulfill his desire to have her explode on his cock was only pushing her faster towards obeying.
She started to bounce harder and faster, lifting her arse and slamming in down again. A loud slap of flesh meeting flesh as his cock was driven into her wetness filled the bedroom frequently, and was joined by the now more noticeable grunts coming from the corner as Peter hurriedly stroked himself more urgently as he saw all the tell-tale signs of his wife on the verge of climax as she fucked another man as he watched and masturbated.
Matt throbbed inside Amanda as he felt her tighten her grip on his cock, her muscles squeezing his shaft like a vice. The heat and wetness were incredible, he could feel her juices seeping from around his cock, even though it was stretching her cunt just to fit inside, and wetting his balls. It felt so good, but more than all that the young man was getting off on hearing Peter groaning as he watched. It was such a power trip to know not only was he fucking the man’s wife, but that he was doing it in front of him and pushing her to orgasm so quickly.
“Cum for me Mandy!” he said loudly, and to make sure it happened he took charge, knowing from experience that Amanda responded best when she gave up her usual control.
Amanda squealed excitedly as she felt Matt’s strong hands let go of her tits and move down her slim body until they rested on her hips, pulling her down and holding her in place with his big cock deep in her burning cunt. She felt him pulse over and over as he filled her to her limits, the feeling overwhelmingly erotic.
“Oh my God yes! Fuck yes! Arrrgh!” she cried out as Matt started to pound his hips up and down quickly seconds later. He was slamming so fast and hard, his cock sliding in and out of her cunt like a jackhammer, so much so that her whole body was jiggling on top of him as she was fucked with the sort of enthusiasm only a very fit youth can achieve.
The sounds of his body slapping against hers grew in both intensity and volume, and quickly overwhelmed all but Amanda’s loudest screams of delight as she felt the orgasm which had been building from before she’d even taken Matt inside her cunt. She could feel the pleasure growing fast, and all the more because she could feel the strength of his hands forcing her to keep still so he could use her. The sense that he was in charge, and abusing her as he wished, exciting Amanda almost as much as his huge cock driving into her cunt was.
“Oh my God yes! Yes! I’m cumming!” Amanda shouted as her body tensed up and her orgasm exploded, not that Matt let up his assault on her, the young man still driving his hips up and down beneath her, pounding his cock deep into her spasming and gushing cunt.
Hearing such filth was just as arousing to Peter as seeing it was. He couldn’t remember Amanda ever making such noises with him, but then again he’d never been able to stretch her so much, nor fuck her so hard, as Matt was doing right now. Even in his own youth, Peter had not been as energetic or dominant as his wife’s lover.
Matt groaned appreciatively as he continued to hump Amanda right through her powerful orgasm. He admired the way her small but perky breasts jiggled as her body was rocked by both his actions and the convulsing effects of the waves of pure pleasure pumping through her. He was aware too that Peter was enviously watching him make Amanda cum so hard, and that excited him all the more.
“Roll over!” the young man ordered, and with ease he repositioned both Amanda and himself. Pushing her to the side, he rolled his muscular body with her until Amanda was on her back, legs spread either side of him, and Matt was on top. His cock had stayed inside her still dripping and pulsing passage the whole time.
Peter marveled at the way he’d done that, wishing he had both the strength and initiative to do such things whilst being intimate with her. He’d heard the gasp of appreciative submission from Amanda too, as the maneuver had been performed, and that had sent a jolt through him to know his usually in control and dominant wife was just putty in this boy’s hands.
“Oh God, please fuck me! Please baby, fuck me!” Amanda begged, her eyes looking up almost pleadingly at Matt’s above her as the young man grinned confidently down. His cock was stationary, but throbbing, within her cunt, making her wait for the fresh assault on her body to begin.
“You can beg better than that,” Matt said with an amusement to his tone, clearly enjoying having such power over this mature wife.
“Please baby I need it! I need your big cock pounding me until I cum again and again! Please, don’t make me wait!” There was an edge to Amanda’s voice that made it clear, to both Matt and her husband watching quietly in the corner, that she wasn’t just playing a game, she meant every word she was saying.
Peter felt his heart pounding out of his chest. He’d never heard his wife beg for something so wantonly or desperately before, and certainly she would never crave his own cock that way, she’d made that clear over their marriage. It was intoxicating to know that under her usual iron self-control was a filthy slut, all it took was a more dominant man to bring it out of her.
His thoughts were shattered suddenly by a loud cry of pleasure and the sounds of the mattress creaking, as Matt began to move his hips in long hard thrusts, driving his thick and long shift deep into Amanda who Peter saw had her eyes wide and mouth gaping open as she was fucked by her young lover with wild abandon.
“Yes! Yes! Oh My God!” Amanda squealed almost breathlessly as she felt the movement of Matt’s cock within her dripping cunt. Her juices were coating him, and she could now feel some spilling out from around his thickness, wetting her skin and making her feel so filthy that this young man could arouse her so incredibly easily and pound her so roughly. But more so than that, it was knowing her husband not only condoned this, but was right there feet away watching her getting used.
Normally Amanda ignored her husband when she was with another man. Not because she didn’t care about him, far from it, she loved Peter, but because she knew it was a big turn on for him to be treated like he was invisible and forgotten whilst she cheated. As Matt drilled his rock hard cock into her now though, Amanda felt the urge to look over to the man she’d married.
Seeing him sat in the corner, his humble cock in his hand as he stroked it fast whilst watching her on their bed, Amanda felt another orgasm build quickly. It was such a turn on to see him enjoying the show so much, but in truth that was only the cherry on top of her pleasure. What was really driving her to the heights of orgasmic bliss yet again was the powerful strokes Matt was delivering, every one causing the mushroom like head of his cock to plunge to depths her husband never could match, as his shaft stretched her inner passage and rubbed against the sensitive nerve endings, sending pulses of mind blowing pleasure rocketing up her spine.
Matt grunted with effort as he slammed into Amanda over and over, and he couldn’t fail to notice that she’d subtlety let her gaze shift to her watching husband. She was trying to hide it by turning her head side to side as he drove himself deep into her hot cunt, masquerading it as just another effect of the overwhelming pleasure of his skills on her body, but every time her face turned towards the corner Peter was sat in her eyes lingered and she let out a long groan of pre-orgasmic delight.
He could feel her body respond to the added stimulation of seeing her husband subserviently watching her pleasure, her cunt tightening on Matt’s invading shaft, and her breath coming in ever more ragged bursts. From experience the young man knew Amanda was on the brink of another climax, and he had a nasty idea on how he would push her over the edge.
“Fuck Pete, Mandy is loving me inside her this morning,” Matt said aloud, addressing the other man for the first time since he’d taken Amanda upstairs. “Aren’t you? Tell your husband!”
Amanda almost came on the spot as Matt ordered her to tell Peter how much she was enjoying having his cock driving deeper and more powerfully than she’d ever experienced before. She felt a sudden rush of perverse excitement course through her whole body as she struggled to form the words and get them out, her breath hard to come by as the orgasm built and rushed onwards like a runaway freight train.
“Yes! Oh fuck, I love it so much!” She gasped out, locking eyes with her husband who groaned excitedly at her words. She could feel the wetness running out of herself like a waterfall, every thrust that Matt made displacing more of her juices as his cock sank into the swamp.
Peter felt his stomach knot and his balls tighten as he heard Amanda say the words. He could see the glazed look in her eyes as they stared at him, her face sheened with sweat from the workout Matt was giving her with his cock. He was close to blowing his load there and then, his excitement was almost too much to hold back.
“She’s going to cum again Pete, I can feel it,” Matt grinned as he gave Amanda a couple of pounding thrusts, the sound of his body colliding with her own loud and insistent. It was the truth, Amanda was on the brink.
“I want you to cum,” Peter said quietly, almost to himself as he felt his own orgasm close at hand. He couldn’t hold it off any longer.
“You hear that Mandy? Your husband just said he wants you to cum on my big cock!” Matt said loudly and chuckled happily as he felt Amanda’s cunt gush and tighten like a vice on his shaft, squeezing his length as her body tensed.
“Oh fuck! Oh my God I’m going to cum!” Amanda screamed, her voice high and pleasure filled as the waves rushed through her, jolts of electric pulsing from her throbbing clit and radiating throughout her crotch as the walls of self control collapsed and instinct took over.
Just as he had the first time, Matt pounded Amanda’s cunt with strong, rough thrusts right through her second climax. He loved to push her to the very limits of what she could take, feeling the power it endowed him as his mature lover thrashed and writhed under him, her thighs twitching and eyes rolling up in their sockets as he continued to slam his cock into her spasming passage which was almost too sensitive to handle such treatment.
Peter watched enthralled as she came to the point she almost blacked out for a moment from the mind-blowing pleasure ripping through her body. His hand was flying up and down the modest length of his own cock as he imagined how it must have felt to his wife as a much bigger one slid deep into her over and over. Peter could see just how fast and hard Matt was driving his hips on top of his wife, the powerful strokes causing Amanda’s breasts to bounce from the forceful actions.
Matt groaned as he felt the urge to get more dirty, to put on more of a show and make Amanda feel more filthy. He knew exactly what he wanted to do, and as Peter watched, the younger man pushed himself onto his knees, sliding his cock out of Amanda’s soaked and stretched cunt which leaked a copious amount of her juices, and grabbed the base of his equally glistening shaft.
“Watch this Pete, your filthy wife loves it,” Matt grinned as he rubbed the heavy round head of his cock on Amanda’s clit before he lifted it with a deft movement of his hand and slapped it down on the sensitive nub not once, but twice.
Amanda instantly cried out as she felt the weight hit against her, a jolt of primal delight exploding deep inside, followed by another and another as Matt started to slip his cock against her puffy swollen and red lips, rubbing his sticky cock on them between lifting it and bringing the thick warm fleshy pole down with a satisfying slap.
“Oh fuck!” Peter gasped loudly as he lost it, totally unable to contain the orgasm he’d been desperately holding back. He could hear the sounds of Matt’s big cock slapping on Amanda’s cunt and clit, and even see his huge member when he lifted it, his wife’s juices coating the entire length. It was simply too much.
Three spurts of thick cum erupted from the tip of Peter’s cock, firing straight up into the air and falling back down to land on his pot belly and thighs, sticking like warm goo to his flesh as he felt first the elation of orgasm, but then the inevitable sense of inferiority that he’d cum after just a few minutes of watching Matt fucking Amanda whilst the young man showed no sign of even being close yet.
“Your husband just made a mess on himself Mandy,” Matt laughed as he turned his attention from the older man back to his lover, filling her in on the news since she had her eyes closed tight whilst the last remnants of the orgasm washed over her. In truth he was saying the words just as much to humiliate Peter as he was to excite the man’s wife.
Amanda had been blissfully unaware that her husband had just shot his load until Matt had announced it so openly. She was lost in her own pleasure filled world, but hearing those words made her open her eyes and look across. She saw the dollops of cum on him as he slumped in the chair breathing hard, and it made her feel both aroused and disappointed at how quickly he’d finished.
“I’ll tell you something, your insatiable wife is wearing me out. Go get me a drink Pete,” Matt said. It wasn’t a request.
Peter felt a pulse of humiliation as he always did when the young man gave him an order. It was the confident way Matt spoke, not even contemplating that he’d say no, just assuming Peter would do as he was told.
“What do you want?” Peter asked, pushing himself off the chair, his small cock shriveled now and hanging limply between his thighs, the cum still clinging to his flesh doggedly though.
“Glass of juice. Make it orange,” Matt, ever health conscious, said dismissively, not even looking at Peter.
The older man took a second to admire his sexy wife as she lay there, thighs spread wide open with her muscular young lover between them, his cock still rock hard and throbbing as he prepared to give her another good hard fucking whilst he’d been dispatched on an errand to get him refreshments.
“Oh, and Pete,” Matt said before just as Peter got to the open door of the bedroom, halting him on the spot.
“Yes?” Peter asked, turning to look back inquiringly.
“Clean yourself up whilst you’re at it, you’re a real mess,” Matt laughed.
Peter felt his face redden a little at the comment. He hesitated, taking another longing look at Amanda who didn’t return it, then left the room and headed down the staircase. Behind him he could hear muffled voices and the bed creaking as Matt and Amanda embraced again, or at least he assumed that is what was happening.
Once downstairs in the kitchen again, Peter quickly grabbed a glass from the cupboard and poured in some orange dilute and water. With Matt’s drink prepared, he grabbed some sheets of kitchen roll and scooped up the cum from his punched belly and thighs.
Whilst he did these things, all Peter could think of was his wife up in their bedroom with her young lover. Watching her get fucked like that had been amazing, but now he was alone he felt the familiar sensation of humiliation that often accompanied such things. It wasn’t necessarily a terrible feeling, in fact in a perverse way it was thrilling, but it was there all the same.
He wondered what Matt was doing to her now? From here he couldn’t hear much, but in his head he could imagine all sorts. Secretly he hoped that the young student was making Amanda suck his cock. Peter got off hugely from that, watching his wife wrap her mouth around a hard shaft that had just been inside her, glistening with her juices, the flavours of which would fill her mouth. It was something she’d never do with him, only when ordered to by a more assertive and dominant man.
If he’d been younger such a thought may have made him hard again, but his age and general lack of fitness didn’t allow for such a quick turn around any more, it would be a good while before he recovered enough after his climax to have a second round. Of course that didn’t mean he didn’t intend to keep watching the on-going show.
A few minutes after he’d been dismissed to get Matt a drink, Peter returned to the bedroom. He quietly slipped in again and without a word placed the glass onto the bedside table, then slipped back over to his chair to watch once more.
As he did, Peter couldn’t help but notice that Matt and his wife were in an entirely new position than they’d been in when he’d left. Now Amanda was laid out on her front, she had her arse lifted and Peter realised that there were two pillows under her hips to elevate her crotch. He groaned inwardly when he looked and saw it was his pillows, the ones he rested his head on each night, that were being used to aid her fucking by another man.
With Amanda thus positioned, Matt was lying on top of her, his big muscular body covering her smaller, slim one almost entirely. He was resting his weight on his elbows, and clearly had his hands under Amanda’s chest, his big hands cupping her breasts as he pinned her to the mattress.
What Peter could see clearly of his wife was her legs and feet, they were apart with Matt between between them, and Amanda had her knees bent, meaning her feet were up in the air, her toes curled in pleasure as Matt ground his hips in slow circles, moving his big cock within her stretched cunt.
“You like that, Mandy? You dirty slut,” Matt growled into her ear playfully but with an edge in his voice which brought a loud positive groan from Amanda’s lips in response.
“Yes,” Amanda said into the mattress, her face pressed against it as Matt pulled his hips back slowly and then pushed them forwards again, sliding his shaft out and into her wet, soft passage.
“Louder Mandy, so Pete can hear you,” Matt ordered as he gave her another slightly harder thrust, this one making the bed creak.
“Yes!” Amanda said much more vocally this time, lifting her head to get the words out clearly then dropping her face back to the mattress.
She felt so submissive in this position. Her body was totally under Matt’s control, she couldn’t move as his weight held her down and he could do anything he wanted to her. It was so exciting to give up so much power to a man half her age, but more so knowing her husband was watching her do it.
Peter swallowed hard as he watched Matt start to move his hips back and forth in a steady but building rhythm, each stroke driving his hard cock deep into Amanda. He wished he could get hard again himself and stroke his cock once more as he admired the incredibly filthy scene that was happening before his eyes, but that wasn’t going to happen at the moment.
“Take it Mandy, take my big cock!” Matt grunted as he sped up his thrusts over the next few minutes, the springs of the bed complaining at the treatment they were getting as the young man drove his hips forwards, pumping his thick shaft into Amanda’s cunt as his crotch collided into her round arse cheeks.
“Oh my God! Give it to me hard!” Amanda cried out as she felt the overwhelming pleasure of being abused in such a dominant way. She could feel her juices dripping from her cunt with every thrust into her Matt made, soaking the pillows under her, the fact they were Peter’s adding to her sense of perverse delight.
Matt didn’t disappoint her. He’d been fucking Amanda in one way or another for roughly twenty minutes now and yet he still had the energy to carry on with his hard, penetrating thrusts. He was driving his hips in long and deep strokes, his cock sliding three quarters of the way out of her burning and well used passage before slamming fully inside again, getting sheathed in her loving and eager embrace.
Whilst he pounded his hips, Matt started to squeeze her breasts too now, his fingertips digging into her soft flesh. Amanda had never felt anything so good in her life as she did in that moment, especially when he took her erect nipple between his thumbs and forefinger and gave a tweak which quickly evolved into a twist of the sensitive eraser like nubs.
“Fuck baby yes! Play with my nipples! Oh shit I’m going to cum again! Please don’t stop!” Amanda squealed as she felt the pleasure exploding through her body and building yet again towards a crescendo as her young lover expertly toyed with her breasts whilst continuing to slam his cock into her aching cunt.
“Look at your husband,” Matt growled as he felt Amanda’s body tremble under his, her arse cheeks and thighs quivering with every stroke he made with his hips, his shaft sliding deeply into her dripping hole with ease and pushing her to the brink.
Amanda felt her young lover’s right hand leave her chest and moved slightly under her prone, pinned body until his fingers grabbed her chin and forced her to turn her face towards where Peter was sitting.
She moaned loudly when she saw him there, the man she loved fondling his small limp cock in a desperate attempt to get it hard again whilst a man half his age fucked her silly whilst he watched. She couldn’t help but compare and contrast their performances in that instance, although there really wasn’t any comparison at all.
“Good girl, now fucking cum for me!” Matt ordered with gleefulness. He was getting towards his own end now finally, and as he did he was really dialing up the things that got him excited. He was also speeding up his thrusts, putting all the energy and eagerness his fit young body could muster into every one.
Amanda obeyed the order almost instantly. It wasn’t difficult, she was on the verge of another mind-blowing, body rocking climax already before Matt had even said the words, but hearing her dominant lover tell her to cum, whilst she was being made to look at her husband at the time, easily pushed her over the edge.
Peter watched, enthralled and almost hyperventilating, as Amanda was brought to yet another huge orgasm by Matt’s prowess and power. Her face contorted into a mask of pleasure as the younger man slammed his hips back and forth, pulling his hands from under Amanda’s body and pushing himself up now, to add extra leverage for his thrusts, driving his big cock harder into her spasming cunt as more of her juices spilled onto the pillows under her crotch, keeping them elevated to aid his assault.
“Fuck! I’m going to fill this wet cunt with cum!” Matt said through gritted teeth as he hammered into Amanda, who cried out her approval at the prospect, her knuckles white as she clung onto the bed sheets whilst the waves of orgasmic delight rushed through her body and fogged her mind.
“Yes baby! Yes!” Amanda exclaimed over and over between the gasps for breath and general cries spilling from her lips. It was a symphony of pleasure. Matt the conductor, Amanda the instrument and Peter the appreciative audience.
Peter couldn’t believe that his wife could have another orgasm of such intensity after the previous two. It was of course ridiculous to think that way, especially given that he’d seen her have more in one fuck session previously, but in all twenty years of their marriage he’d never brought about more than one climax in his wife. Often he’d not even achieved that feat.
He felt a momentary sensation of inferiority, but that was overshadowed by his delight at how much pleasure Amanda was experiencing at the hands of her lover, or one of them at least. As he always did in these moments, Peter felt a swell of pleasure that he’d taken the plunge to embrace the cuckold life, for both their sake.
Whilst he was thinking such things, the action on the bed was coming to its inevitable conclusion. Amanda could feel the strength of Matt’s thrusts growing but the speed slowing as he reached his peak. It was something she knew well, and a clear sign he was about to dump his thick creamy seed into her.
Despite it meaning the end of this wonderful pleasure, it was also a relief. Amanda was exhausted after such an intense workout, her body was dripping in sweat and aching, not that she’d ever complain. Now she just had that last intense and ultimately intimate moment to come.
“Arrgh! Fuck!” Matt finally yelled as he thrust his hips forwards one last time, driving all almost 8 inches of his throbbing cock inside Amanda as his balls tightened and emptied into the mature woman’s stretched cunt.
Peter had shot three small spurts, Matt doubled that in both quantities, number and volume. His cock pulsed and released jet after thick sticky jet of cum deeply into Amanda who moaned and begged quietly for him to give her every drop, her eyes fixed on her husband as she took another man’s seed.
By the time Matt had deposited all he had, Amanda was full. Even when they were young and first married, Peter had never been able to provide such a quantity as Amanda’s current lover, and she felt a tremor pass through her body as she felt the warmth of all that cum inside her, mixing with her own copious juices, making a potent combination that had only one place to go when the thick cock was no longer holding it all inside.
“Fuck, that was good,” Matt grinned as he pulled his remarkably still somewhat stiff cock out of Amanda, who moaned contentedly.
As soon as he was out of her, Amanda felt the warm air touch her gaping hole, soothing her red, swollen lips. She shuddered at the sensation and quickly felt the movement of the goo inside her well used passage as it slid towards its escape route.
In the corner, Peter sat calming down. He couldn’t take his eyes off his wife, his thoughts all on the cum that was filling her cunt. He loved this moment, just after she’d been pumped full, and glowing in the aftermath. It made him feel good, aroused and proud all at once.
Whilst the couple were lost in their own thoughts, Matt was taking a long drink of the orange juice that he’d sent Peter to get him as he’d fucked Amanda. It tasted good, a refreshing culmination to his efforts. He was awash with the unmatched feelings that came from an orgasm, that wonderful few moments where everything seems brighter and better.
“I’m going to use your shower Pete. Got a lecture I need to attend in an hour, and I can’t do that reeking of your wife, now can I?” Matt announced before he finished the glass.
Amanda giggled at hearing that, suddenly imagining her young lover surrounded by all those other students in a lecture all whilst the smell of her cunt radiated from him. She felt some of his cum, mixed with her own juices dribble out from her cunt as she moved too, spilling down onto the pillows under her hips and staining them.
“Yes Matt,” Peter said automatically in response to the comment.
“Oh whilst I’m getting cleaned up, take some pictures of Mandy for me. I want to show them off to Danny and make him jealous,” Matt chuckled and winked at the other man before he casually walked out of the bedroom and across the hall to the bathroom humming to himself happily.
“I will,” Peter called after him as the younger nan left the room, not even attempting to argue with his order, or objecting to what Amanda’s lover would be doing with the photos.
Amanda didn’t say anything. She just lay there on her stomach, recovering from the ravishing her body had taken and enjoying the sight of Matt’s toned arse and thighs as he walked away to get washed, ready to depart for his University.
For the next ten minutes, as Matt stood under the warm soothing water in the shower, Peter took a series of filthy pictures of Amanda just as he’d been told to do.
“How does it look down there?” Amanda asked as she spread her thighs wide with her husband pointing his camera between them from the bottom of the bed, aiming the lense at her leaking cunt.
“Messy,” Peter replied as he snapped a few images of the thick goo dribbling out of her and slowly plopping onto the already soaked pillow still under her hips, keeping them up.
“I’m not surprised, that boy filled me with so much cum I thought my eyeballs would be swimming,” Amanda joked, feeling in a particularly good mood after experiencing so much pleasure over the course of the last half hour.
Peter didn’t reply, he just took a few more pictures of his wife in various positions, much as he had the night before. Only then her lover hadn’t just fucked her silly and wasn’t showering off afterwards across the hallway.
“Did you enjoy the show?” Amanda asked conversationally as she rolled over onto her back, caressing her breasts absently with her hands. She had a gleeful look in her eyes as she saw the expression on Peter’s face as he moved around her on the bed, looking for the best spots to stand and angles to obediently fulfill his instruction.
“I loved it,” Peter said with a smile as he set his camera down and leaned over his wife, giving her a kiss which she returned.
“Good. But God that boy wore me out,” Amanda sighed happily as she let her head fall back onto the pillows not under her arse and not splattered with a combination of her own juices and someone other than her husband’s cum.
“I’d suggest you take a nap then, because Danny will probably rush over after his last lecture today when I show him those pictures,” Matt half joked with a smirk as he confidently walked back into the bedroom totally nude, not even a towel wrapped around his waist to cover himself.
“Oh God, I’ll not be able to stand up tomorrow,” Amanda laughed. Peter merely smiled, not feeling his input was needed or particularly wanted.
“I’m sure you’ll manage. Now if you’ll excuse me I need to catch a bus back to Uni. It was great seeing you though,” Matt said after he’d dressed.
“Don’t forget your photos,” Amanda reminded him, blowing a kiss as the young man stood in the doorway and winked at her.
“Don’t worry, Pete will send them to me while I’m heading back, won’t you?” Matt inquired, giving the older man a cocky grin and chuckling when he nodded. With that Matt walked out, leaving the married couple alone.
“I don’t know about you but I could do with a bit of relaxation,” Amanda said as she lay on their bed contentedly a few minutes later, just enjoying the sensations of the post-sex comedown.
“Me too,” Peter replied, climbing on the bed and snuggling up with his wife. This was another part of their lifestyle he lived for, their reconnection afterwards.
“Just one thing before you get any other ideas,” Amanda said as she felt his hands caress her breasts tentatively whilst he nuzzled her neck and planted soft kisses on her skin. She could also feel the hardness of his cock pressed against her hip, obviously he’d had enough time to recover and no doubt seeing her cunt full of cum had helped arouse him too.
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“Yes?” Peter asked.
“Send those pictures,” Amanda ordered, feeling a thrill rush through her body as he gave her a pleading look, that quickly became resignation as he rolled away and got up, taking his camera to the computer to transfer the images.
It had been a good day already for them both, and there was still plenty of it to go too.
The end.
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