Being Cuckolded #54 Introduction Pt. 3
I spent most of the night lying in our hotel bed, alone and awake. Picturing what was happening with my wife and Magnus, thinking of all the porn I'd watched, imagining the most graphic of scenes. A couple of times I tried to rub through my cage, it didn't really help and I kept losing the spot that felt good whenever I moved. At some point I drifted off, finally getting some sleep, too tired to think anymore.
In the morning I immediately checked my phone, hoping for a message, nope... nothing. I made an effort to shower and dress, pictures and sounds still dancing around in my head of what I had imagined was happening. After drying myself off I wandered back into the bedroom and checked my phone again, nope. I finished getting dressed and went down for breakfast, an oddly empty seat opposite me, taunting me as I ate. Quick glance at the phone again.... nope.
Eventually I plucked up the courage to head over to the club, it looked different during the day. The entrance we had used the previous night was locked, I wandered around the building looking for an alternate way in, feeling like a trespasser up to no good. By the time I had done a full circle, typically going the wrong way first, I noticed an intercom next to a slightly faded and peeling door. Reaching out I pressed the buzzer.... waited, then pressed again. Longer this time.
"What can I do ya for?"
Slightly startled by the loudness of the voice I let go of the buzzer like it had stung me. I then wondered if it was Magnus... was that his voice? I started to doubt myself.
"Hi... er, I'm..."
"Oh right, come on up." Must be him then...
It was a relief to be recognized, the door clicked open and I walked into a darkened hallway with a navy carpeted staircase straight up to the second floor. It was the strangest feeling to be "let in" to find my wife, I was trespassing.
At the top of the stairs was another door, this one was opened as I neared and Magnus stood there, bare chested wearing a pair of jeans and holding a mug of coffee in his hand.
"Hi" I said glancing down at his bare feet rather than looking him in the eye.
"Want coffee?"
"No I'm fine thanks."
He turned his back on me and wandered into his kitchen. The flat above the club was a large open space, the furniture divided it into separate living areas but I could see the kitchen, bedroom and living room the moment I walked in. I couldn't see my wife but I could see she was around... her dress was hanging over a set of weights in the living room. Her shoes were in two different places across the floor, her bra was on the sofa. Her knickers were back at the hotel from the night before.... I guess nothing quite says "I fucked your wife" like that evidence.
"She's in the shower."
He caught me looking at her clothing, answered the question for me as he leaned against the kitchen counter drinking his coffee.
"Oh right." I nodded without making eye contact. I hate these awkward moments, having to socialize with my wife's partners is the hardest part of being cuckolded.
We made small talk for a few moments, while I stood there out of place. It was a relief to have the awkwardness broken by the appearance of my wife from the bathroom. Wrapped in towels from head to toe.
"Oh hi babe!" Cheerful, wickedly smiling at me with a dirty happiness.
"Alright luv....."
Magnus walked past me towards her.
My wife asked Magnus if he had a hair dryer.... it was an odd question given his head was shaved. Surprisingly enough... apparently he does as he went to find it. I briefly wondered if he kept it around so all the women he fucks can use it.
While he was busy my wife met my gaze and she gave me the most wonderful big eyed surprised nod. A look that said "Oh my god he's great!" wordlessly.
She stood there in front of the bed rubbing her hair with the second towel, Magnus had plugged the hair drier in and briefly turned it on to test it. He then stood up and walked over to my wife, kissing her as he undid the towel wrapped around her body. She giggled and made a poor effort of trying to stop him as he tossed it away.
He began unzipping his jeans as they kissed, my wife had given up drying her hair and dropped that towel too. Standing there naked before him.
"Take yours off too babe..."
My wife mumbled out the side of her mouth at me without breaking her gaze into his eyes. A small acknowledgment that I was a part of it, to show my shame to him.
Magnus shoved my wife up against the wall, it was rough, aggressive, I heard her gasp in shock just before he pressed himself into her and their lips met once more.
It was rough and urgent, no sooner had my wife wrapped one leg around his then she was moaning as he thrust up inside her. My wife's hands slapped his bottom gripping hard as his hips ground into her. His bottom working back and forth, gyrating as he trapped her against the wall.
I was kneeling down without my pants, watching this man take my wife, satisfy her more deeply than I ever could. He had already taken her twice the previous night, now he was showing me just how much better he was.
In the morning I immediately checked my phone, hoping for a message, nope... nothing. I made an effort to shower and dress, pictures and sounds still dancing around in my head of what I had imagined was happening. After drying myself off I wandered back into the bedroom and checked my phone again, nope. I finished getting dressed and went down for breakfast, an oddly empty seat opposite me, taunting me as I ate. Quick glance at the phone again.... nope.
Eventually I plucked up the courage to head over to the club, it looked different during the day. The entrance we had used the previous night was locked, I wandered around the building looking for an alternate way in, feeling like a trespasser up to no good. By the time I had done a full circle, typically going the wrong way first, I noticed an intercom next to a slightly faded and peeling door. Reaching out I pressed the buzzer.... waited, then pressed again. Longer this time.
"What can I do ya for?"
Slightly startled by the loudness of the voice I let go of the buzzer like it had stung me. I then wondered if it was Magnus... was that his voice? I started to doubt myself.
"Hi... er, I'm..."
"Oh right, come on up." Must be him then...
It was a relief to be recognized, the door clicked open and I walked into a darkened hallway with a navy carpeted staircase straight up to the second floor. It was the strangest feeling to be "let in" to find my wife, I was trespassing.
At the top of the stairs was another door, this one was opened as I neared and Magnus stood there, bare chested wearing a pair of jeans and holding a mug of coffee in his hand.
"Hi" I said glancing down at his bare feet rather than looking him in the eye.
"Want coffee?"
"No I'm fine thanks."
He turned his back on me and wandered into his kitchen. The flat above the club was a large open space, the furniture divided it into separate living areas but I could see the kitchen, bedroom and living room the moment I walked in. I couldn't see my wife but I could see she was around... her dress was hanging over a set of weights in the living room. Her shoes were in two different places across the floor, her bra was on the sofa. Her knickers were back at the hotel from the night before.... I guess nothing quite says "I fucked your wife" like that evidence.
"She's in the shower."
He caught me looking at her clothing, answered the question for me as he leaned against the kitchen counter drinking his coffee.
"Oh right." I nodded without making eye contact. I hate these awkward moments, having to socialize with my wife's partners is the hardest part of being cuckolded.
We made small talk for a few moments, while I stood there out of place. It was a relief to have the awkwardness broken by the appearance of my wife from the bathroom. Wrapped in towels from head to toe.
"Oh hi babe!" Cheerful, wickedly smiling at me with a dirty happiness.
"Alright luv....."
Magnus walked past me towards her.
My wife asked Magnus if he had a hair dryer.... it was an odd question given his head was shaved. Surprisingly enough... apparently he does as he went to find it. I briefly wondered if he kept it around so all the women he fucks can use it.
While he was busy my wife met my gaze and she gave me the most wonderful big eyed surprised nod. A look that said "Oh my god he's great!" wordlessly.
She stood there in front of the bed rubbing her hair with the second towel, Magnus had plugged the hair drier in and briefly turned it on to test it. He then stood up and walked over to my wife, kissing her as he undid the towel wrapped around her body. She giggled and made a poor effort of trying to stop him as he tossed it away.
He began unzipping his jeans as they kissed, my wife had given up drying her hair and dropped that towel too. Standing there naked before him.
"Take yours off too babe..."
My wife mumbled out the side of her mouth at me without breaking her gaze into his eyes. A small acknowledgment that I was a part of it, to show my shame to him.
Magnus shoved my wife up against the wall, it was rough, aggressive, I heard her gasp in shock just before he pressed himself into her and their lips met once more.
It was rough and urgent, no sooner had my wife wrapped one leg around his then she was moaning as he thrust up inside her. My wife's hands slapped his bottom gripping hard as his hips ground into her. His bottom working back and forth, gyrating as he trapped her against the wall.
I was kneeling down without my pants, watching this man take my wife, satisfy her more deeply than I ever could. He had already taken her twice the previous night, now he was showing me just how much better he was.
9 年 前
