The Adventures of Mark,
The Serial Cuckolder
By Shem
Part 1 - Jane
I
I have read with interest many so-called ‘cuckold’ stories, generally written by the kind of pathetic losers (of which you, dear reader, are perhaps one) who actually get a kick out of what for most men, and for any man worth his salt, would be the ultimate in humiliation - another man fucking their wife. So I thought I’d tell my story, which is, so to speak, the other side of the coin. For while I personally don’t identify with that peculiar fetish, I must say I approve wholeheartedly, as it leaves all the more women for normal hot-blooded men like me to fuck. And as I can tell you from my own experience, fucking another man’s wife has a special magic all of its own, a magic with which nothing else can quite compare.
Let me tell you a bit about myself. My name is Mark, and I am a sex addict. There – I confessed it. Now I can relax and be frank. I won’t lie to you; I have always been successful with the ladies. I was blessed for whatever reason with good looks, height, a muscular physique, a confident, commanding personality, and – yes – a big cock, all of which combine to create a strong appeal to most women I come across. Even in my younger days, before I had any money or any power, I could always get girls, and I must have had a hundred before I was 25. Yes, say it loud, I love women, and I can never get enough of them. Nowadays I run my own publishing business, employing - you guessed it - mostly attractive young women, thanks to a rather unsubtle recruitment policy in which I naturally take a hands-on role. Being the boss of my own business only makes it easier with the women, both my lovely employees themselves and the women I meet outside of work. They say that power is an aphrodisiac for women, and that certainly appears to be true in my considerable experience. Its supposed to get harder as you get older, but in my case its just getting easier all the time. I go to work every day, and my office is full of sluts in their late 20s and 30s who just don’t have the fear and inhibition that many younger girls have. Plus they are often desperate for a fuck. If they gossip about me afterwards, so much the better, because I know from experience that my physical endowments more than make up for any petty concerns about my ethics among the majority of the girls I come across.
All of this means that now, in my mid-30s, I pretty much have pussy on tap whenever I want it. I employ 42 women and I must have fucked 25 of them at one time or another. If they start getting clingy with me I usually just fuck them one more time, then sack them. Once, a wide-eyed little slut named Ashley, just out of college, tried to sue me for wrongful dismissal, so I went round to her flat, charmed her till she sobbed and apologised, then told her to kneel down and suck my dick, which she did, the little whore. Then I came in her mouth and left. A month or so later I got another lawyer’s letter, so I went back round there, bent her over her kitchen table, pulled her skirt and panties down and spanked her till she cried again. Then I fucked her stupid and told her not to try it again. That was the last I heard of little Ashley.
But I digress from your favourite theme, don’t I? Don’t fret. The thing is, when women are so freely available one does become somewhat sated with it all, and the need for a little more excitement begins to rear its head. You begin to miss the challenge of the chase, and the thrill of genuine conquest. This was the situation I found myself in around five years back, when I got an invitation from my best college friend, Andy, to join him, his wife Jane, and their two young children at a villa they had rented in Italy. They were to stay for three weeks, and I was invited for the second week. Now, needless to say, kids are not really my bag at all, but I needed a break from London, and a holiday planned by somebody else is always welcome. All I needed to do was show up. Plus, although (or perhaps, because) Jane had always rather disliked and disapproved of me, I had always quite fancied her, and liked the idea of seeing her lying around in a bikini for a week. So I had no trouble in accepting the invitation.
The holiday turned out to be the relaxing pleasure that I had anticipated. Andy collected me at the airport, and all I had to do was sit by the pool, drink beers and G&Ts, and have my meals made for me. The kids were well behaved, Andy did most of the looking after them (since Jane played this role at home) and Jane was quite as fetching in a bikini as I had hoped. At 31, she was still slim and in-shape, the only evidence of her two births being the small and somehow sexy stretch marks on her belly. She had long, wavy black hair and large, dark eyes that I found very seductive. She must have been 5’9 (a good couple of inches taller than Andy), with long and shapely legs, superbly framed by a burgundy-red bikini. Every time she walked towards me on those fine long legs, wet and glistening from the pool, I stole a glance through my dark sunglasses at her pussy mound covered by the wet bikini, and imagined the dark bush inside. After a couple of days I was lusting after that pussy so badly it was driving me crazy, so I started to think about whether there was any way I could make a pass at her without Andy finding out. But I just couldn’t see it. Although I was on my best behaviour, restricting my usual arrogant or “sexist” comments to a minimum, with a resultant softening of Jane’s attitude toward me – she had barely shot me a disapproving look all week – I just couldn’t see her standing for any nonsense from me. I knew I was highly likely to get a slap in the face and an early lift to the airport if I tried anything. Looking back, I must be honest and say this: the fact that Andy was my best friend never once entered my head, at least not as an obstacle to my designs. If anything, it added to the excitement of my fantasies. If I could have gotten away with making a straight pass at Andy’s wife, I would have done it, no question about it. But when you have a way with women, life has a funny way of tossing them effortlessly into your path, and so it proved for me.
On the fourth day of my visit, Andy announced over breakfast that he was planning to take the kids to a water park for the day, but that Jane would be staying behind to have some time to relax without the kids. He hoped I didn’t mind just having Jane for company for the day. Naturally I was more than happy with this arrangement, and I was all smiles as the car pulled away with Jane’s husband and kids inside.
II
So the fragrant Jane and I spent a lazy morning sunbathing by the pool, exchanging occasional small talk, reading, enquiring whether the other would like a cold drink, and so on. All very amicable, but not overly warm. I spent a lot of time ogling her through my shades as usual. She had the most beautiful long thighs, which were covered in divine little goose bumps whenever she emerged from a dip in the pool. Her stern mouth was a little softer in the sun, more full than it had seemed in the past. It was getting toward lunchtime when she surprised me by lying on her front on the flat sun-lounger, undoing her bikini straps and lying topless, but face down, just a couple of yards away from me. Her back was just as slender and enticing as the rest of her, perhaps a little paler due to lack of exposure.
“You want to watch out, Jane”, I said, trying to sound casual. “You’ll get burned on your back. It’s almost midday.”
“Hmm”, she mumbled, eyes closed as she enjoyed the warmth of the sun. Then to my surprise she propped herself up and looked at me. She had caught me looking at her, but I didn’t feel embarrassed. Her nipples were almost visible as she propped herself on her elbows and smiled at me. “I’ll tell you what, Mark”, she said. “How about you rub some lotion on my back, then I’ll fix us some lunch. Deal?”
Oh God, yes. Deal.
“Sounds good to me”, I said, affecting as casual a tone as I could.
So she lay back down and I moved over to rub the lotion into her shapely back. I lingered and massaged her slowly as I did it, and to my delight she gave a few grunts of approval. I had to concentrate to keep from getting a hard-on. I was in agony. I just wanted to flip the tease over and fuck her right there. I summoned all the confidence that had netted me so many women in the past. I coughed.
“You want me to do the backs of your legs too?”, I asked her, my faux-casual tone fading now.
I felt her start just a little as I made the rather forward proposal, but then she relaxed again and said yes, thanks, why not. So I oiled the lovely thighs I had been ogling just minutes before. I was growing in confidence, and I carefully rubbed my hand up her inner thigh until it almost, almost touched the synthetic fabric of the bikini between her legs, her last burgundy barrier to intimacy, the flimsy shield of her pussy and the remains of her modesty. I thought I heard a small moan as my hand gently pushed the limits of decency. Was it a moan of pleasure? I couldn’t say for sure. It certainly felt right. But something was still holding me back. I didn’t want to be the one to cross the last boundary. At the back of my mind, despite my restless cock twitching and throbbing uncomfortably into life, I still had a vision of the mess I could end up in if I screwed this up. So for once in my life I restrained myself, and gave her a friendly but flirtatious little slap on the back of her thigh.
“There! All done …”
She looked up at me, and for a split, unguarded second I thought I could see a little shock and disappointment in her eyes. But she quickly composed herself.
“Right, yes, thanks Mark. I’ll go and get lunch ready in a moment.”
I was wracking my brains for a way to make progress with this little flirtation, this lovely little ritual of physical contact, without risking blowing everything. And then it came to me, simple and beautiful.
“Jane”, I said, removing my sunglasses and adopting a serious tone. “I’m not really hungry to be honest. Why don’t you just return the favour instead?”
Again she looked a little surprised, but before she could protest I handed her the lotion and lay on my front on my own sun-lounger. She could not refuse my request – to do so would, after all, have implied an inappropriate level of intimacy in what she had just asked of me. And we were still playing games. Delightful, hot, flirtatious little games, but games nonetheless. I wanted to try to crank up the level of our intimacy until a boundary would be crossed without her noticing it, without her being shocked into sobriety.
I echoed her little moans of pleasure with louder moans of my own as she rubbed my strong back. Her soft hands, still slightly cold from the pool, felt wonderful. Then I let softer groans escape me as she moved onto my legs. I felt her hand move towards my crotch, stopping just short as I had done, and I let out a sigh that was faint but as unambiguously sexual as I could make it. I couldn’t see her face, but I just hoped that Jane was still enjoying our little game. And when I sensed with some regret that the rub was coming to an end, it was she who moved things on.
“If you turn around I’ll do your front as well.”
This time I was shocked. She had crossed a boundary here. No one needs help oiling their front, so her request implied a clear enjoyment of what she was doing, and a clear green light to me as far as I was concerned. Now it just remained for me to tip us over the edge. Grinning to myself, I turned around. As I turned, Jane looked flushed, and she gasped a little when she saw my way of pushing us further over that line, when she saw what I had for her. My cock was rock hard, at its full length, bursting out of the top of my shorts. There was no going back now. Jane gulped. My throat was dry. We were both silent for what was maybe a few seconds but felt like minutes. I looked at Jane’s lovely, exquisitely embarrassed face, but she did not return my look. She was looking at my cock. Her eyes were wide and her mouth a little open. In fact, she was looking at my cock like she was a marathon runner looking at a glass of iced water. Then, finally, she reached out her delicate hand, and touched it.
That touch was more than erotic. It was sensational, electric, I could almost feel myself falling – her soft hand feeling the length and girth of my cock, plunging us finally over the cliff into the delightful but dangerous waters of sexual intimacy. I thought I was going to come in her hand like a frustrated teenager, but I managed to hold back. All the lust I had felt for her was concentrated and gently released in her accepting caress. I felt waves of pleasure coursing through me at her touch, stronger than I had ever felt from a woman. This was what I had been missing in my years of easy conquests. I had never felt so hot for any woman. I sat up slightly and we looked each other in the eye for the first time since her hand had touched my cock. Her look was unlike any I had seen from her before – not a hint of the haughty pride that had always been her most salient quality. No, she looked dazed, perhaps a little frightened even. And submissive. Yes, the lovely Jane, my best friend’s wife. When I saw and felt the submission in her eyes, my cock went up a notch, if that were possible. I could see it, and I could feel it. I had always had an instinct with women, and I acted on it now. It was time to take control. She was still stroking my rigid cock when I spoke to her, my voice forceful now.
“You like that, don’t you Jane?”
She gulped and shivered.
“Mm Hmm”, she said, as though dumbstruck.
“Put it in your mouth, Jane”, I ordered.
Sure enough, without a word or gesture of hesitation, she moved from her sitting position on the edge of the sun-lounger to kneel on the patio next to me. Then she bent over, opened that lovely mouth, and licked the huge head of my penis. My cock was already hot from the sun, and the new wet heat of her tongue felt like molten metal. She licked the shaft, glanced up at me as if for approval, then opened her mouth wider and took my cock into her mouth. I held the wavy, jet-black hair at the back of her head as she gently sucked, working her head up and down. Then she looked up into my eyes, her mouth full of my cock, wide and taught around it. I felt on top of the world, better than I ever had, realising for the first time what these new waters I was charting were really all about. I just can’t attempt to describe the feeling, but I think you can guess the key to the magic I was feeling. No, I can’t describe that feeling, that intense pleasure, but I can say this: until you have looked down and seen another man’s wife with your cock in her mouth, you really haven’t experienced the finer things in life.
I let her enjoy my cock for a few minutes, working it, worshipping it, like a slut on heat now. Now that she had crossed the line there was no restraining her. Maybe, I mused, she had been lusting after me all along, and was just as frustrated and horny as I was. I vaguely recalled that the water park trip may have been her suggestion. I smiled, relaxed and confident now in my power over her. As she sucked my cock I felt for the first time in years the thrill of real conquest, and for the first time ever, the thrill of literal conquest, of taking another man’s wife and seeing her submit to me, her church promises and her eternal virtue discarded for the sake of my cock; discarded just for the chance to service my cock like a cheap whore, and to open her legs for my pleasure. What a rush. And the main course was still to come.
I tugged at her hair and pulled her head off my cock. She looked confused and disappointed.
“Please …”, she muttered, “… let me …”
My my, what a tramp sweet Jane had turned out to be. I laughed.
“Don’t worry Jane, there’s plenty of time for that. Right now, I’m going to do what I’ve been wanting to do all week. I’m going to take you upstairs, lay that sweet dark pussy out on the bed, and I’m going to fuck you.”
“Yes … Mark …”, she whimpered.
I chuckled again as I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder. She felt limp and submissive – this educated wife and mother looked no more than a bimbo in a bikini for my use now. My right arm over the backs of her thighs, I carried my conquest over my shoulder up to the house, feeling a playful joy as I imagined a primitive man carrying his prize home from a raid on a weaker tribe. She muttered a little, and I thought I hear her say “oh my God”, as I strode purposefully up the stairs. She tried to resist a little, saying a soft “not there” as I carried her to the room she shared with her husband, my best friend Andy. In response I spanked her behind sharply.
I entered their room, and threw her down on the bed. I pushed her down onto her back, and ripped off the bikini top in one violent movement. Then, more gently now, I did what I had been dreaming of doing all week. I peeled those burgundy bikini pants down over her shapely hips, revealing her pussy with its dark bush, glistening and wet, then down over her long thighs, and tossed them to one side.
“Open your legs”, I said softly, and she obeyed instantly, moaning a little as she did so.
Now I eased off, and stepped back away from the bed to admire her naked body, and to savour the moment. And this was another of those moments I wish I could describe more vividly. My best friend’s proud and elegant wife, lying naked before me, her legs open in the ultimate posture of animal submission to a man, waiting, offering her married pussy to me for my pleasure. My cock was rock solid. You just can’t beat a moment like that, a sight like that – the feeling of power, of superiority, of cruelty, mingled with the delicious anticipation of actually penetrating that waiting cunt and fucking it hard. And knowing that that is what she wants, what she is longing for. A savage, cruel, immoral, boundary-smashing fuck from my cock. I can see she wants it. She even starts to beg for it.
“Fuck me Mark … please? … fuck me hard … do what you want with me …”
She held her arms up above her head, as though they were tied together, in an even greater gesture of submission. I noticed her wedding ring still on her finger – a lovely detail that gave me another quiver of pleasure. Then I removed my shorts and held my hard cock out towards her, teasing her by brushing her pussy lips with the bulbous tip. Again that touch felt hotwired, straight from heaven. My cock touching her pussy for the first time. “Please …”, she moaned again, and I pushed the head of my cock right up to her opening. She cried out sharply. (“Do it! Fuck Me!”) Then I relented, and pushed my cock hard into her pussy, which was tight but wet and accommodating. As my cock slid into her I savoured the glorious sensation of penetrating another man’s wife. I don’t know how or why the brain contributes to the physical sensation quite so much, but I can definitely say that nothing - nothing - feels as sweet around your cock as married pussy. And here I was enjoying that sweet sensation for the first time. Jane cried out with pleasure as I buried my long cock inside her. I caught a little cry of shock and joy as I pushed further into the deeper parts of her cunt and nudged her cervix hard. I had been expecting and hoping for this. I had seen Andy in the locker room plenty of times and I knew for a fact that his cock was, to be charitable, below average in size. It just made it all the sweeter knowing that Jane had never felt this before, and that she would always be disappointed by her husband now that she had felt my cock inside her.
I fucked her slowly but with long strokes as I savoured the sweet feel of her pussy alongside all those delicious psychological elements – the triumph, the conquest, the power, even the humour in the situation. I almost laughed as I thought of Andy, out fussing obliviously around the kids and shopping for my dinner as I fucked his wife in his bed. I looked down at Jane’s flushed and delirious face and thought about the fiercely independent, indifferent, judgemental woman who had always been so cool toward me in the past. That almost brought a chuckle, but I had a better thought, more wicked and more synthesized with my physical sensations. I started to fuck her harder. And harder. And still harder. Soon she was screaming.
“Oh, God! Yes! Y… Mark! Yes! Fuck me! … Oh God, Oh God …”
I banged that bitch into the bed until her tits shook like maracas and my cock felt like it was hitting her heart. I felt her stiffen, then shake a little, felt her orgasm, then pounded her some more. I was going to make that pussy sore. Fucking had always been my chief form of exercise, and I could fuck for England. I pounded her till her face was red and contorted. She was lost in the fuck, and I knew she had never experienced anything close to the intensity. I held off for a long time, as long as I could, then let go. I could feel it coming from my balls as I rammed into her for all I was worth. I held Jane down on the bed by her tits, squeezing and twisting them hard, then came like a train into her cunt. My cock pumped and pumped and I could feel her filling up with my cum. When I was finished I pulled out, squeezed the last drops of cum onto her tits, then left her, panting breathlessly on the bed, her pussy oozing my cum, and left the room. I looked back at her one more time from the doorway, and chuckled to myself. How easy it had been in the end. There she was, woman-of-the-year Jane, fucked to a stupor on her bed, her mind empty and dazed, her cunt full of my cum – she was, for that moment at least, quite literally my cum depository now, nothing more. I laughed out loud as I left.
III
My aim in leaving her there was to leave her wanting more, and leave her in a state of confusion, and it worked a treat. I knew I had her now, she was mine, but its always fun to tighten the grip of power. So I relaxed in my room for a while, took a shower, threw on a shirt and new shorts, made a sandwich, then read a book for a while in the lounge area. After an hour or so, I heard Jane’s footsteps. When she came tiptoeing sheepishly in I saw that she had showered, her hair was wet, and she had slipped into a light blue summer dress. She looked lovely. I usually tire of women very shortly after fucking them, but Jane still looked beautiful to me, a young wife and mother, brown from the sun. And it felt great to know that I could fuck her again right then and there if I wanted to. But I had decided to tease her a little, so I just looked up at her briefly then went back to my book. She coughed and approached me, then spoke.
“Mark?”
“Yes, Jane?”
“I … That was …”, she took her breath in sharply. She shivered slightly. I had never seen her so tongue-tied and lacking in confidence.
“Oh, Mark … I have never … can we … will we ever …”
I put my book down, stood up, looked down at her, and smiled. I put my large hands gently on her shoulders.
“I know, Jane. I know what you’re going through. Its OK. Just enjoy it. Just feel it. Its fine.”
“Oh, Mark!”
Then she threw her arms around my waist and rested her head on my chest. I felt my cock stirring again, and I could feel it touching her body. I know she could feel it too because she pressed herself harder into me and breathed deeply. My hands were still resting on her shoulders, so I applied a soft downward pressure as a gentle command. She bent her knees a little, but hesitated, uncertain, so I leaned over and whispered …
“On your knees … On your knees, girl.”
She sighed heavily as her legs went to jelly and she sank down to her knees in front of me. This time there were no coy games. She quickly took out my still half-flaccid cock, and greedily fed it into her mouth. She sucked and sucked it, her soft cheeks concave with the suction, like it held the nectar of the Gods. She was back at work on my big cock, and nothing was going to interrupt her this time. She was gazing adoringly, pleadingly up at me as she bobbed her pretty head back and forth. Again I saw her wedding ring, she was cupping my balls with her left hand, and I shuddered again at the frisson I got from the little gold symbol. There would be no orgasm for Jane this time. No, this was all about me and my pleasure, my best friend’s wife on her knees before me, sucking my cock, desperate to please me and demonstrate her submission to me. I smiled the smug victor’s smile again as I looked down at her. Oh, Boy. Oh, yes. I felt like one of life’s winners alright. There she was, about to complete her transformation, just as soon as I was ready to cum into that pretty mouth. Andy’s beautiful wife - my cum dump. The mother of his children – my submissive whore. It was so beautiful I almost laughed again. She was doing such a great job on my cock, it was like she was born for it, and I could feel it coming up from my balls again. I grabbed the back of her head by the hair and started to fuck her head forcefully, thrusting my cock into her throat. She was shocked, and almost gagged, but I could see that she wanted to please me and she kept going. I grinned, still fucking her mouth aggressively.
“That’s it, Jane. Good girl. Coming now. Swallow it all. Show me you’re my bitch now.”
She groaned as I said it. She groaned with pleasure. I could see she had wholly given in now, released herself into her submission to me, she was not thinking, only feeling, and she was absolutely loving it as all women do once they find a real man to tame them. I felt my hot cum course up my cock and into her mouth. It kept coming, it must have been pouring down her throat. Again she spluttered, almost gagged, but then swallowed like she had been told. There were tears in her eyes as the throbbing of my cock slowed down, but she continued to suck and swallow. Finally, I pulled it out. She gulped and swallowed one last time, then I took her chin in my hand and held her face up towards me.
“Well done, Jane.”
“Thank … Thank you, Mark.”
“My pleasure. Now, I’d like a beer by the pool I think.”
I was already reclined on my lounger when Jane came out with my beer in a frosted glass. We stayed out there most of the afternoon, only adjourning to the house for one more fuck which, while not quite having the same lightning magic as the first, was very enjoyable all the same, and a little more experimental. Jane was getting dirtier every time, the little slut, and her shocked, confused expressions were gradually replaced with pure joy and abandon. Out there by the pool in the sunshine, I felt better than a king. I could openly admire Jane’s bikini-clad body and know that it was now my property, it was conquered territory. God it felt good. We chatted, and she seemed a different woman, interested in me and approving of my opinions. As the afternoon wore on, we both knew that Andy must be back soon. We didn’t need to discuss discretion as that was obviously imperative. As for anything more happening between us, that was not discussed either. I knew Jane would never be averse to another fuck from me, that was more than obvious, and for my part I was keen to sample her again if the opportunity presented itself. But there was never any question of this being something that would affect Jane and Andy’s marriage, or that Jane and I would pursue a romantic affair of any kind. She knew too much about me to have any illusions on that score. All the same, I could see that I had changed her a little, and she appeared lost in thought at various points in the afternoon.
When Andy did return with the kids, it was all smiles and how-was-your-day. Andy commented that Jane was looking radiant from her day in the sun, and that he hoped we hadn’t been too bored. I reassured him profusely. He cooked us dinner, and it all went wonderfully – we were all getting along better now that Jane’s attitude to me was warmer. I could see that Andy noticed this and that it made him happy. Perhaps improved relations had been one of his intentions in leaving us alone together. Although Jane was looking smoking hot, I managed to restrain myself from making any risky physical contact with her, other than feeling her foot under the table a couple of times during dinner, and softly spanking her rear once in the garden when the others were at a safe distance. She giggled with delight for a second when I did that. It was all most unlike the Jane I had always known.
We said goodnight, and as I lay back on my bed I felt serene after the splendid day I had had. Not only had I fucked a beautiful woman all day, a woman after whom I had been lusting to distraction all week, but I also felt like I had made a discovery. That I had stumbled on one of the great secrets of life. I felt only contentedness as the waves of sleep engulfed me.
It was still pitch dark when I awoke. I felt an odd sensation as I raised my groggy head. Someone else was in the room. Then she whispered and all was clear.
“Mark! Its me … Jane …”
“Jane? Hi … where’s Andy?”
“He’s asleep. Can’t you hear him snoring?”
“He’s asleep. Can’t you hear him snoring?”
In the dark silence, I could indeed make out a faint snoring bass rumble. I still couldn’t see anything, but I heard Jane removing some clothing and climbing into my bed. I felt her warm breath on my naked chest.
“I had to come”, she said. “I couldn’t help myself.”
“I see”, I chuckled. “So, what can I do for you?”
She giggled and gave me a playful dig in the ribs. We were still whispering.
“What do you think, you bastard?”
“Really, Jane, I have no idea what you are doing in my bed”, I teased.
“You just want to hear me say it, don’t you?”
“Yes I do, you little slut. Say it.”
She sighed, defeated in our little game.
“Fuck me, Mark”, she whispered, her soft breath alone enough to stiffen my cock.
“What’s the magic word, Jane?”
“Please. Please fuck me, Mark.”
I rolled over onto her and felt her lithe legs open and wrap around me. We kissed, our tongues meeting in surprise and excitement at their new acquaintance. During the day, we had been like animals, fucking rampantly, the male claiming and taming the female. Now, we were man and woman, we were lovers, and it was a new and delightful pleasure. She was already wet, so my cock slid softly into her, meeting firm but easily passable resistance from the walls of her cunt. It was warm in our embrace, in the dark under the covers, and I was still a little dreamy, so I fucked her slowly and softly this time. I was gentle and quiet, but the fuck was still fantastic. If anything, she felt better than she had during the day, and the sly secrecy and daring created a new little thrill that we could somehow feel in our connected flesh. It felt like we were one – her arms were wrapped lovingly around me, she was stroking the back of my head as my hot cock gently coursed in and out of her warm, wet womanhood. Again I arched my strong back and pushed it as far in as it would go. I had to cover her mouth with my hand as she gave out a little shriek of pleasure. The muffled noises she made were red hot, and as we came together, our bodies jerked a little and she whispered my name, her nails digging hard into my back.
When it was over, we kissed softly again, and lay for a while in a warm, sweaty embrace. We listened to hear if Andy was still snoring – he was, so we relaxed and giggled a little. Once I began to feel sleepy, I knew we couldn’t risk Jane falling asleep, so I squeezed her butt hard and spanked it lightly.
“OK, bad girl, you’d better get back to your husband.”
“You’re right”, she whispered, sighing a little. “When will I see you again?”
“In the morning.”
She poked me in the ribs again.
“You know what I mean.”
I chuckled softly.
“Whenever we get the chance, Jane. Try to relax, play it cool. Enjoy the holiday …”
“I am”, she said. “I am enjoying it, very much.”
“Me too, babe.”
“Goodnight!”
She kissed me on the lips again, then slipped out of bed and out the door, back to her sleeping husband.
IV
It was after 11 when I awoke again. The sun was streaming through the shutters into my room. A grin spread over my face as the fantastic events of the previous day came back to me. So that’s why I was so tired – that’s why I slept so well and so late. I had spent the whole day, and part of the night, fucking my best friend’s wife. I showered, dressed, and trudged downstairs. I bumped into Andy in the hallway.
“There he is …”, he said jovially. “The sleeping giant awakes!”
I grinned at him.
“I must have been tired. Catching up I suppose …”
Andy had his arms full of sheets and was headed for the laundry room.
“Doing laundry already?”, I asked. “We’ve only been here a couple of days.”
“Yes, I know, but our sheets have gotten fairly grubby already, so I thought I’d wash them. Must be the heat. Are yours OK?”
“Hmm”, I said, “now that you mention it, mine could probably do with a wash as well. I was tossing and turning all night. I’ll go and get them.”
“Oh no, its OK”, he said, heading back up the stairs. “I’ll get them. You go and get some coffee – Jane’s just made some fresh.”
So Andy went up to fetch my sheets as I sauntered into the kitchen. Jane was waiting for me with a cup of coffee and a wicked smile. I quickly stroked the back of her thigh as I took it.
For the remainder of the week, Jane came to my room every night, and we fucked passionately, but as quietly as we could manage. One night we had a narrow escape when one of the kids woke up. Jane had to rush out, pretending she had been in the bathroom, and then go to attend to the child. Otherwise, we would snatch a small clandestine encounter here and there. One day, to my delight, Andy went to the shops with the kids, so we had another hour of wild daylight fucking in their bed. One evening, Andy went to read to the children and put them to bed. While he was upstairs, I grabbed Jane, kissed her briefly, then held the back of her head, forced it down so she was bent over the kitchen table, reached up under her dress, pulled her panties down to her knees then fucked her hard from behind. I held my hand over her mouth to muffle her noises. Jane was back sitting demurely like the perfect wife, but a little flushed, her pussy sore and full of my cum inside her panties, by the time Andy came back down to serve up dinner.
Another day, I was taking a nap while everyone was out by the pool. Jane came up to my room on the pretext of taking a shower. She knelt and sucked my cock while I kept an eye on Andy and the kids through the window, to make sure that none of them came inside. At one point Andy even looked up and noticed me at the window. He smiled and waved, so I waved back, then chuckled as I looked down at his wife, out of his view of course, with my cock in her mouth.
When the time came, it was with some regret that I said my goodbyes and thanked everyone for a wonderful holiday. Jane caught me alone for a second, and whispered “I’ll call you”.
As the plane took off headed for home, I sat back and reflected on my discoveries. Fucking Jane had been wonderful, and I certainly intended to see her again. But there was more than that. I felt like I had found something I had been looking for. I had discovered a secret wonderland of the forbidden, the special buzz of fucking a married woman, and I intended to get down to pursuing my new interest to the full as soon as I got back. And pursue it I certainly did. I began to chase married women wherever I could. It was more work, more difficult than your average single bimbo of course, but as I now knew, so much sweeter in the victory, and so much sweeter in the fucking.
I did see Jane again, many times. In fact, she became one of what I like to call my ‘default’ fucks – women, of whom I tried to keep 2 or 3 on the go at all times, who would be available for me to fuck with zero effort if I felt like it, or on the rare occasions I had failed to pick up some new trim. Jane was very keen, desperate at times in fact, so it only took a twinge in my cock and a phone call, and I would be over there fucking her in Andy’s bed in broad daylight. Once she even turned up at my office, so I let her suck my cock then sent her on her way. My usual default pussy material had been sluts like Charlotte, one of the secretaries at work, who was so in awe of me that she would literally do anything to please me, anytime. (I had even told her to wear slutty clothes and underwear to work in case I felt like fucking her.) But Jane became my first married default fuck, and very obliging she was too. Whenever I thought up a new kinky game or experiment I wanted to try, I would invariably use Jane. I told her to put on her wedding dress one day, then I fucked her in that. Another time, I called Andy on my mobile to set up a squash game, while his wife was sucking my cock. All fabulous fun. Jane loved it too, and became more and more dirty as time went on. She even asked me to take her anally, which I did, much to her delight. I decided to treat her very rough one day, bitch-slapping her face, spanking her hard over my knee, then fucking her savagely. And guess what? She absolutely loved it, she just came and came.
After a while, as other women crossed my path and the chase for new married pussy took up more of my time, I began to see less of Jane. In fact, I had not seen her for several months when, almost three years after I had first fucked her, I got a call from her out of the blue. She told me she needed to see me. I wasn’t too interested, as I was busy chasing a young blonde newlywed I had just hired for the purpose, but she virtually begged me to go over there. Plus, she told me, she had a new twist for me, a new game, very taboo and very bad. This got my attention, so I drove over to her house that afternoon.
When she opened the door, I had to admit to myself that she looked good, as though she had been working out a lot, getting her hair and nails done and whatever else women do when they want to beautify themselves. She smiled and beckoned me in. She brought me a drink, and we sat down for a moment in the living room. Her face was serious.
“Mark”, she said. “There’s something I want to talk to you about.”
She paused for a moment. Uh-oh, I thought.
“Jane … you haven’t told Andy about us, have you?”
“Oh, God no. No, its not that.”
“Good. What is it then?”
“Well, the thing is, now that the kids are both in school, Andy and I have been trying for another baby.”
She paused again, and drew in her breath. She seemed nervous.
“Congratulations”, I said sardonically, sipping my drink.
“Mark, you … you don’t understand. Its been six months already. We’ve been trying for six months. I … I think our problems might be … related to what happened between you and me.”
“Oh. So its my fault, is it?”
“No, of course not, Mark. Its just that, well, after I had been with you, I found I just didn’t find Andy exciting or attractive in that way any more, so our sex life suffered. It’s just got worse and worse. I … I … couldn’t get … you know … I couldn’t get … wet … with Andy. After a while I think it started affecting him as well, so he was struggling a bit to get it up, or sustain anything in any way that would satisfy me. I really love Andy, I do, I want our marriage to work, don’t get me wrong. Its just that things haven’t been going well for us … sexually … and he’s low on confidence.”
I was getting impatient.
“OK, Jane. So?”
“Well, I thought that if … if I were to … get pregnant …then it might, you know, improve things, and make Andy feel better about himself. At the moment, we’re both desperate. Its making us unhappy, and we’ve started fighting about it.”
I was beginning to understand. My cock twitched. I knew this was red-hot.
“Jane – are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“Yes. Yes I am, Mark.”
“Say it, Jane.”
“I … I want you to fuck me again Mark. I need you. I want you to … to impregnate me. I want to have your baby Mark, and Andy and I will raise it. No one will ever know. Andy and I have been … trying, so there’ll be no suspicion.”
I was enjoying the thought, and my cock was rock hard now. She went on with her pleading.
“Please, Mark. Think how exciting it will be. Impregnating me. I’ll be yours forever.”
I put my fingers over her mouth to stop her talking. Saying it out loud seemed to take some of the excitement out of it. I led her by the hand up to the bedroom. I undressed, and watched as she did the same. Then we stood, naked, kissing gently and embracing for a few moments. She started stroking my cock softly, lovingly, staring at it. She smiled wistfully.
“I’ve missed your cock, Mark”, she said.
I could feel that same magnetic magic in my balls that I had that first time with Jane. It was as though I was about to fuck her for the first time, as though it was my first time with a married woman. I understood why. Another taboo was being broken. This was the ultimate – to impregnate another man’s wife, to take her pussy, use her body as a vessel for your offspring. I eased her down on to the bed. She spread her legs, and I looked down again at that beautiful dark pussy, open, available, mine. Her arched back, her open legs, her submissive posture said it all. Fuck me, she was saying, take my cunt and my body, its yours to claim. I held my throbbing cock and gently touched the lips of her pussy. I felt that strange, first-time tingle, that sense of a line being crossed forever. A sense of power, that feeling which encompassed all of Jane’s submission and the sheer thrill of her unfaithfulness to her husband, that I had felt that first time, was magnified ten times, concentrated in our touching organs as I pushed my cock slowly into her cunt, penetrating her, conquering her all over again.
That fuck was without doubt the greatest fuck I had ever had, and that is really saying something. All missionary, plain vanilla, nothing fancy, just starting slow and speeding up until I was pounding her pussy and she was screaming with wild abandon. I thought my cock was going to explode. She came herself, and then came the real moment, the moment of magic, as I unloaded my balls into her unprotected pussy, the cum pumping out of my cock and setting to work inside her married cunt. We were both panting for breath when I slumped off her and onto the bed. Her face was bright red, but she was smiling joyously.
“My God, Mark. That was … that was wonderful. Thank you. Thank you.”
She leaned over and kissed me.
“Any chance you could come over again tomorrow?”
I did, and within weeks, I got a call from an ecstatic Andy, telling me that he and Jane were expecting another baby. I congratulated him warmly. I did visit Jane again, a few months later, for another experiment this time. I just wanted to see what it was like fucking a pregnant woman. I enjoyed it, and I know she did too.
When the baby was born, Andy called me again.
“It’s a boy”, he said. “A pretty big baby. Much darker hair than the others. We love him though. And guess what? We’re going to call him Mark. We wondered if you’d like to be the Godfather.”
To which I of course agreed. And everyone, as they say, lived happily ever after. I still fuck Jane from time to time, and she still makes a hot bit of pussy, and goes in for the odd kinky game. There was something extra special about fucking her one Saturday and knowing that Andy was out in the park, looking after our child. Most of all though, I will always remember Jane for introducing me to the joys of married women, of whom I have had quite a few experiences since that time. I’d love to tell you about a few more of my conquests and adventures, but those must be left for other days, and other stories.
