Cuckoo : © Lady Joyce Hamilton MF M+F wife humil Claude came back from the bathroom, wearing his new 'Noel Coward' dressing gown. Eve thought to herself, 'and still I haven't seen him naked. I can't wait.' She was still wearing the panties and stockings that went with her bridal dress, and the light silk blouse that went under the corsage this winter's day. The lingerie was sexy enough, she knew, but she would like to perfume herself before Claude had her. For the very first time! She was just slightly tipsy, but she took a glass with her into the bathroom, leaving the bottle with her bridegroom. 'I won't be long, lover. I can't wait.' She soaked in the huge, round bath. It had been a lovely day. But what was to come would be even lovelier. Claude was a funny guy, to insist they waited for the wedding night. But she had to respect his religious beliefs, even though she didn't really, or at least didn't fully share them. She sipped her wine, and put it back on the side of the bath. As she soaped her cunt, she couldn't resist a little squeeze on her clitoris...really awake now. Yes. She was going to enjoy this. She got out of the bath, and wrapped herself in the long, thick, pink towel. Her nipples were standing as she dried her tits, and there was no way her cunt would ever dry! Never mind. She applied a spray of perfume to her thighs, a dab in her arsehole itself, and a spray on her tits. There. Now that was sexy. She felt her clit. Still hard, and her cuntlips wet. Now the undies she was going to wear to bed. Temporarily she expected. But she knew how much men liked sexy things, and expected Claude to prove to be no different. She came back into the bedroom, and stood in the room, to show her new husband how lovely, how desirable she was in her white and pink shorty nightie with flimsy nylon panties. And her silky , white, bride's stockings with their lacy tops. But. Oh dear! Her lover-to-be was snoring. The champagne bottle was empty. The glass knocked over. He was sitting up in bed, with his ridiculous gown, asleep. Drunk! She went over to him and shook him. 'Claude! Oh! How could you.' He rolled over on his side, still unconscious. She knew nothing would wake him, and was close to tears with frustration, and with the grossness of the insult. If there had been any more wine , she'd have drunk herself, too. And yet, her cunt still wanted him! Strange! She still felt randy. A knock at the door. She looked at herself in the mirror. Respectable. No need to cover up more. She'd shown more on the beach yesterday! She opened the door. The sight that met Antoine's eyes was , to say the least, everything he had hoped for. Jesus she was a lovely piece. Far too good for the stupid, priggish, religious Claude. 'I thought you and Claude might like another bottle, and took the liberty of bringing you one.' 'I know you! You're Claude's friend Antoine. I saw you at the wedding, but we didn't really get a chance to speak at the reception.' 'You were surrounded by admirers, who just wanted to be close to your incredible beauty! He's a lucky man, your Claude.' 'Thanks for the wine. Could you open it, please? I could do with a glass. And as you can see, Claude is in no state to open it himself....or anything else, come to that.' She laughed to cover, unsuccessfully, her embarrassment. 'Poor old Claude. He never could hold his drink. What a fool!' Antoine had opened the bottle, and poured two glasses, on the bedside table. He reached for Eve and held her. 'What a fool.' Her breasts were pressed hard against his white dinner-jacket, and he had one hand up under her nightie, holding her by the flesh of her shoulders. The other rested on her panties, pulling her in to him as they kissed. Her flesh was firm, and he could feel muscle-tone under his palms. He was surprised to feel her tongue enter his mouth, at the same moment as her hand, infiltrated between the two of them, grasped his cock through the white trousers of his dinner-jacket. Later, the next day, looking back, Eve assumed it must have been the champagne. Just as it had knocked Claude out, it had removed her usual inhibitions. That and her anger and frustration at the insult by her new bridegroom, and the unsatisfied heat in her cunt. In all her eighteen years she had never done what she now did. Feeling the erection pressed against her belly as they kissed, she just had to feel it. She reached down between them and could grasp it, though the cloth of Antoine's trousers. Even greater daring! She got her hand down the front of his trousers and grasped him, naked there. It felt so good to her, and Antoine was whispering in her ear. 'That's so good! Eve! That's so good.' And his hand was inside her panties, reciprocating. She could feel his fingers opening her, and his finger rubbing up and down in her crack. It slipped and slid as she became more aroused. He slipped a finger right into her as they stood there. And at that moment, Antoine realised how truly lucky he was. A hymen! My God! A hymen. She was a virgin. A virgin bride. And the dullard Claude was asleep. She was unbuttoning his shirt. Feeling his chest with her free hand. Kissing it. Fumbling with his catch on his trousers. 'Let me!' he said, and kicked off his shoes before dropping his trousers. she gasped at the unexpected size of his cock as it sprang at her from the open shirt-tails. She lay down on the bed, her arse a welcoming sight for him, as he finished undressing. She had slipped her top off, but still had her panties on. She smiled at him over her shoulder. 'Do you like my bottom?' Antoine made a gesture , suggesting they had better not wake Claude up. 'Don't worry about him. I couldn't wake him up. And I tried! Well, do you like me?' 'This tells you that!' He smiled as he held his cock, and moved towards the bed. He lay down beside her, inches from her drunken husband, and took her again in his arms. Her hands were all over his body. 'God! What Claude is missing' he thought as he joined in, fondling, groping, stroking, patting, and above all kissing. He had one hand inside her panties, caressing her in her crotch, but the other played between tits and belly. And sometimes her lovely arse, that she was so obviously, and properly, proud of. 'I like this. Let me....' She sat up a moment and rolled her stockings down. Then, kneeling slipped her panties down slowly over her hips. As she faced him he watched her cunt come into view. She had shaved and shaped her pubic hair. It occurred to Antoine that she had done this for Claude, but that he was getting the benefit. He felt his cock twitch in anticipation. Eve saw her partner's cock twitch as she slipped her panties down, and off, and knew she was having a better effect on this virile man than her effete and drunken husband. Well, sod him then. This was her wedding night, and she wasn't going to wait any longer. This time she lay down on top of Antoine, letting her tits press against his chest, and allowing his cock to slip into the juicy crack between her slightly open legs. But not up, in her as yet. . Antoine was fondling, stroking and patting her lovely bottom, and allowing his hand to reach up into her crack, gently tapping and rubbing her anus and her still-closed cunt. But he knew she was ready for him as his cock slipped up and down her slit, as they wriggled in their caresses. 'I've never done it......' 'I know. I'll be gentle the first time. Like this will be best.' He lay beside, and slightly under her, so his cock would penetrate upwards. And also so that both of them could stimulate her clit. They lay here perhaps five minutes, his cock resting exactly against her cunt, while he and she both played with her clit. He could see from her flushed face, and the breasts swelling under his free hand that she was close. 'Now, darling?' 'Yes, Antoine. Now!' He pulled her down onto him, as he oh-so-gently eased his prick in. He felt the momentary block, and she gasped as he forced past it. Immediately he moved gently in and out. Their mutual stimulation of her clit had prepared her, and the pain was indeed momentary. Within seconds she was moving in rhythm with him, her bottom resting on his thighs. His left hand, arm under her shoulders, cupped one matchless breast, while the other tenderly caressed her thigh. She was moaning, eyes closed, while he licked her neck, and whispered in her ear what a lovely young virgin she was. He could feel her vagina gripping him....almost, he thought, like a bottom, so tight and vigorous was it. And then, suddenly, he felt her coming. She sought out his mouth and kissed him as she came, and he found the release welcome, as, quickening his pace, he allowed his own excitement to mount. With the last of her orgasm, he came, pumping come into that virgin cunt. She continued to grip him after they came, and he stayed hard in her. 'Do you want to do it again, Antoine?' 'You know I do. From behind this time. Kneel down, darling.' As she knelt, he saw the white sheets were all bloodied, pinkened with the mixture of her blood and his come. She knelt in front of him, and he could see the blood on her thighs, and in her cunt-lips. Again he marvelled at his fortune, and at the idiocy of his friend Claude. Her shaven lips were plump as he parted them with his knob....he didn't need to use his fingers...and slipped his prick up in her. There was no gasp of pain this time, of course, but rather a satisfying sigh as she leant back on him. She looked back at him over her shoulder. 'It didn't hurt this time. ' 'And it never will again my darling.' 'That's lovely. Oh! Give it to me hard. Harder. Oh yes....' She was panting as he did indeed fuck her as hard and as fast as he could. She felt his heavy balls smashing against her clit with every thrust of his thighs. She gripped his prick with her young cunt. She felt his hands grasping at her buttocks, and suddenly he was slapping her in time with his thrusts. Claude moaned in his sleep. The combination of the slapping of balls on her clit, of spanking, and of the moans of her husband were insupportable, and she came off, her second. Still Antoine fucked, but slower, temporarily, and caressing rather than lashing her buttocks. 'You didn't come?' 'No. It takes me longer the second time!' 'I didn't know that. I think I was quicker.' 'You were, Eve. And you'll be quicker still this time.' This time she was kneeling with her head below the level of the bed, making her buttocks rise up above her sloping back. Antoine rested one hand on her bum as he looked a moment at her lovely, sexy body in front of him. 'Now!' he said and with a great heave of his buttocks was off again. In this position, with her buttocks raised, he was plumbing right up into her, and she gave a little gasp as his knob reached a depth it had not before. 'I'm coming again. Oh I'm coming.' Antoine looked down at her tight little arsehole. Still virgin he thought. He considered it. No. Better save that for a later session, when she was more used to him. But the thought was enough, and this time he came, coinciding with her orgasm. They lay side-by side. 'That was the best of them all. shall we do it again?' 'I'll need an hour or so to recover. Even with your lovely bod to help.' He kissed her nipple, which stood for him. 'And in any case, Claude may be coming round.' 'I think he's probably out for the count. But perhaps you'd better. ' She leaned down and kissed his cock, quiescent now. 'But as soon as I get back from my honeymoon?' And that was the arrangement. All three of them slept well that night! ........................................................... Claude stumbled back from the bathroom. 'I can't remember anything after we came up!' 'You were a tiger, Claude. I never guessed what it would be like.' 'Was I?' He was pleased....and relieved. 'You were. Look at these sheets!' They were stained with blood and cum. 'Twice you did me...and I came three times!' 'I'm so glad you were a virgin, Eve. There are so few proper girls nowadays...' 'Wanker,' she thought. 'What a prick!' He grasped for her. 'Lets....' 'Oh I couldn't this morning, Claude. Not after last night. It was lovely . But I really quite sore. You're very big, you know!' 'Of course, my darling...' 'Prick!' she thought. ............................................... She had not relented all week. 'She was just too sore for any more....' She had, however, promised to see a doctor this first day back from her 'honeymoon'. She was sitting in her curlers, grey cotton dressinggown over her pink , rough cotton nightdress, when as she hoped the phone rang. 'Eve?' 'Antoine. I'm so glad you called. Claude has just gone out.' 'I know.' 'How.....?' 'I've taken the ground floor flat opposite you. If you look out of the window, you'll see.' She didn't want Antoine to see her in these deliberately shabby and un-sexy clothes, so she quickly stripped naked, and ripped out the rollers, allowing her hair to fall over her shoulders. She went to the window. She could see him holding the telephone. As she watched he told her how lovely she looked, and rubbed his crotch.' 'Oh, show me! Show me it, Antoine.' He laughed, and unzipped, allowing the erect cock to spring out. 'Shall I come over. How long have we got?' 'All day.' She just had time to put on some jewelry....a sliver belt and necklace, high heel shoes, a dab of perfume on her mound, and quickly brush her hair out. She looked at herself in the mirror, and even she had to admit she looked good! The door was ajar. He closed it behind him, and went to the open door at the end if the short corridor. The sight that greeted him was to remain with him all his life. She lay on her back on a fur rug. One hand grasped each ankle , and pulled them apart so her shaven cuntlips ,too, were strained wide open. She had an all-over tan from her recent holiday, and it was the same depth on her round, full tits as on her flat belly, with its prominent mons, and her long slim legs. Her eyes flashed with excitement. The invitation to leap on top of her and fuck was clear, but Antoine was tempted by those smooth, swollen lips. Wordless, he knelt and kissed her between her thighs. She had perfumed her cunt for him, but it was the scent of hot pussy that drew him on. He ran his tongue up between her lips from her vagina to her clit. He nibbled her clit with his lips, and when he ran his tongue down again to her vagina, she had become slippery. He stuck his tongue into her, and then back up again to her clit, which stood, a hard little nub. Eve knew that some men...and girls....'went down' like this, but it was a long way from her experience personally. And....how could he like it? How? 'Antoine! Darling! What are you doing? How could you? Oh! Don't stop. It's lovely .'If fucking had been good, the sensations racing through her body, from her clit, were incredible. Antoine felt her thighs rising and falling as he flicked at her clit with his tongue. She was rubbing the whole length of her wet slit against his face now, wriggling and moaning. He was pulling at her clit with pursed lips, releasing it, and pulling it again. He could feel her coming, and he reached both hands up to grasp her tits, squeezing them, and pinching her nipples as she came. His face against her belly, her clit in his lips, he could feel the waves of pleasure through her belly. He lay beside her now, and kissed her. 'That was lovely, Antoine. I never knew....' 'But now you want fucking?' She reached for his erect cock. 'Please, darling. Give me it like last time!' He thought about having her from behind. But those tits were really too tempting. As she lay back her tits still stood proud from her body, nipples puffy and hard from his manipulation, and the strength of her orgasm. She held her legs open for him, hands behind her knees. He didn't need to use his hands, as his knob found her, and he thrust powerfully up into her. One hand supporting himself, the other roved over her body, sampling tits, her hard belly, the white bikini triangle under and around the pubic hair...that she had clearly dressed for him. Her thighs rose to meet each of his down-thrusts, and her dark eyes glittered as she told him how wonderful this was. How she loved him. How she wanted him. She closed her eyes and her head rolled. He was pressed hard up against her pubes, hardly moving in and out, but grinding his pubic bone up against her clit as the cock moved perhaps an inch each thrust. He could feel her coming as she gripped and released his cock. Now! Now! She was moaning, but screamed with delight as suddenly he pulled out and rammed back in. Out and in. Out and in. She was coming, and he felt his own spunk rising. She was in full orgasm, as he pumped his cum into her, before they collapsed, panting in each others' arms. He rolled over beside her and lit two of her cigarettes, passing one to her. 'You are the best, Eve!' 'Best of how many?' she teased. 'Countless! He laughed. But you are the best...and I really mean that. He blew some smoke upwards, and then leaned over her. His lips brushed hers, and then brushed her nipple. 'I've only ever had you!' 'Has Claude still not?' 'I've been telling him I'm too sore after the great seeing-to he gave me on our wedding night!' 'He really can't remember?' 'No! And so he still hasn't been here.' She guided his hand to her cunt. 'Oh, yes! Like that! He was gently rubbing her clit and open cunt-lips. 'Yes , like that. I've had to promise to see a doctor. Today in fact. I'll have to pretend to, at any rate.' She giggled. 'Well, Dr Antoine. What do you recommend.' 'Oral sex, of course. Ideal for sore cunts. ' He was hard again now, and he knelt over her, his cock to her lips. Her tits were big and firm enough for him to use them as a cunt, while she learned how to suck cock, encouraged by him. 'Yes! With your tongue. Yes! Like that. Lovely! Oh yes!' She had a finger right in the crack of his arse now....and now the tip of it entered his bum. It was too much, and he came without warning. She gagged on the first spurt, but sucked on, swallowing each drop. ............................................................ She was waiting for her husband in her red see-through flimsies. She had mixed a jug of g&t ready for him. She looked at herself in the mirror. Not bad. And you could see her nipples, and the shape of her cunt hair. She had wanted to keep these for the pleasure of her lover. But she needed to be ultra-sexy if her plan was to work. She heard him at the door, and teased both nipples into erection. 'Claude. You're early!' She handed him a tall glass, the match of her own. 'What did the doctor say, darling? ' She wondered why he stood there. Couldn't he just take her in his arms? 'Nothing wrong with me, dear. We should just do it. Let's....' He was all over her while she stripped him. Daft boxer shorts! Hands on her tits as she took his cock in her mouth. Was her husband small, or was it that her lover was big? One day she'd have to try some others and find out. He kicked his shorts away, and stood naked while his wife fellated him. For the first time this evening he wondered how she had learned to do it so well. He knew she had been a virgin when he took her on the wedding night. He'd seen the blood. Though he still couldn't remember much about it....correction....anything! Still she said he'd been good. Expect all women know how to do this instinctively. Very good, her hands cradling and tickling his balls while he pushed it in and out of her warm, wet mouth. Shit! Nearly coming! He pulled away. 'Bed?' She nodded. In the bedroom, she lay on the bed, still in her flimsy red undies. She felt her lust rising as they crushed together, kissing, legs inter-laced. He was very hard! 'Sit over me, and let me suck you again!' As he sat over her, she pulled him down onto her face, and licked the ridge between his balls and his arsehole. He had one hand on her left breast, up under the transparent nylon. He looked at his hand through the fabric. Very exciting. He reached down and did the same with his other hand, down into her panties, feeling the hard, hot, wet clit. She moaned, and wanked his, unseen , cock harder. Again he was in danger of coming, and he raised himself off her, away from the tongue that was licking his anus, and the fingers working his cock into a frenzy. 'Suck me.' He knelt between her legs, and for the first time in his life licked a hot cunt, through her thin panties. He pulled them down, and off over her bent knees and ankle. And now back to the petals of her cunt lips, sucking, licking, nibbling, while she writhed. He reached up and pulled her bra down from her tits, so it was draped over her chest. He took a breast in each hand, and squeezed, caressed, tweaked, even as he sucked and licked her towards orgasm. He could feel himself almost coming again, and stopped, gripping his cock hard to stop the flow. She saw this, and decided the moment was right. 'Rub your cock in my slit. Please, rub your knob against my clit.' He hardly dare move, so close was he to orgasm. But he couldn't refuse, and placed his knob inside her lips and pressed it up against her clit. Now he knew he had to stop or he would disgrace himself, so he pulled away and knelt upright. Too late! He couldn't stop it. With a sob of despair he came, spurting all over her naked belly, over her tits, and great splashes onto her red bra. 'Oh no! How could you? Where does that leave me? No! That's no good. At least get me some tissues and clear this mess up.' She tore off the bra and threw it on the floor. As she expected , her diatribe, and his crossing the room for tissues, removed any vestiges of erection, and his cock hung limply while he wiped up 'the mess'. She turned her back to him. 'Now you'll just have to wait while I finish myself off!' He was forced to watch while she wanked herself to completion. He couldn't see her fingers, and daren't move. But from the twisting and writhing of her lovely bum, which he could see, he knew she was coming off. She turned back. 'You can have another try if you want. Oh dear. It's all gone limp. Here! Try to push it in. Perhaps you'll get it up once it's inside.' Poor chap! She deliberately braced her cunt every time he tried to put the soft thing in, and it just wouldn't. She was teasing him now. 'Give it! I want it! Now!' It was too, too much. What with her demands, his sense of failure, but the excitement of her matchless body, legs drawn back, belly flat, tits standing, cunt so, so hot.....he just came. Not even erect this time. He came from a limp cock. 'Is that it? Is that all?' She pretended to be upset, almost to tears. That night, she told him to sleep in the spare room. And he did. ....................................................... 'And what about Claude?' 'You wouldn't believe it. He can't even get it up now. Completely impotent. And if he tries he just comes before he can get it hard enough to get it in. Not like you, lover. That was lovely.' She stubbed her cigarette out and reached for his cock.' And I do believe it's getting hard again. 'She leaned over him, and while he absent-mindedly stroked a tit with his spare hand, finishing his smoke with the other, she fellated him, licking her tongue up and down the front of his shaft as she knew he liked. And in moments he was hard again. 'Kneel, sweetie!' As she knelt in front of him, her cunt lips were swollen, pouting from the thumping they had just received. He knelt and slurped his tongue up over the shaven, slippery surface, and down, more forcefully, parting the lips as he did so. 'Lovely, Antoine. But I want it in. Hard. Now. Please.' He rubbed his cock up and down her opening lips, and then slipped it in , as easy as butter. She was coming even as he made his first thrust....never had he known a girl like this, and so recently a virgin, too. He stepped up, and gave her just the knob, while she ground her hips, and then thrust, only the second time, as she shouted her joy. His right hand was dabbling in her juices, and as she came, he loosened up her anus with the tip of one finger, working in the sticky love-juice. Her orgasm went on and on, but suddenly took a fierce new impetus, as he withdrew from her cunt and slid it , with an effort, into the infinitely tighter channel of her bottom. She screamed, almost with rage, but as he reamed it in and out, so she started to orgasm again. She was sobbing, but he knew she was in a phase of multiple orgasm, each individual crisis smaller than her huge , first one, but followed immediately by another peak, and yet another. He was having the greatest difficulty stopping himself from shooting into this twitching, nipping, rolling bottom. Finally he could wait no longer, and he poured forth the biggest, hottest, thickest, longest fountain of cum into her bottom. She had one last, all-defeating orgasm as she felt the hot jism fill her and spill out down her legs, and they collapsed sideways onto the bed. They were both asleep before she expelled his, now limp and satisfied cock from her arse. ..................................................................... She woke first. It was dark, but the luminous dial of the alarm clock told her it was seven. 'Ciel! Wake up, Antoine. He will be back in seconds.' She shook him. She just had time to dress him, and to get ready for Claude's return....this involved stripping off anything sexy she'd worn for Antoine...though she was naked this time...putting on a wretched old, flocky, faded housecoat, and even curlers in her hair. A fag in her mouth, and a soap on the telly. The door opened. 'You won't guess who I met in the street outside!' Like hell I won't, she thought. 'Who?' 'Antoine. It's an amazing coincidence...he's just taken an apartment in the block opposite. Talk about coincidence!' 'Antoine?' 'You remember at the wedding. Latin looking. Wore evening dress.' 'Oh that rather vulgar man. fancied himself.' She sniffed, contemptuous. 'Well, he's coming to dinner Saturday, tomorrow. Please make yourself look good, darling!' 'Not much point. Not for you...is there.' She sniffed again. 'I'll wear my blue satin.' ................................................. The dinner was strange. Claude talked too much, and as usual got drunk. Under the table, she had a stockinged foot up into the crotch of Antoine, opposite, stroking his naked cock with her nyloned toes. He had a foot up into her crotch, tickling her clit. And yet outwardly they rather ignored each other. Antoine concentrating on talking with his 'friend' Claude, and filling his glass till the man finally collapsed, snoring. 'Pig!' said Eve. She got up from the table, and stood over in front of the window. She lifted her skirt hem, and showed her naked cunt. No surprise to her guest, whose toes had been dabbling in her slit this last hour. 'Could you see me from your apartment if I stood here?' 'Yes! And even from my cold, solitary bed! Though not as well as I can from here!' He got up from the table and came over to him. She laughed and dodged him. A protesting snore and groan from the sleeper. 'Pig!' She squatted down and opened her cunt lips , rubbing at her swollen clit. 'You've got me terribly hot. Do me here. Right here. In front of him. Yes. Do me' She knelt down, so her naked tits were in the drunk's lap her thighs resting on the arms of his chair. She reached behind, and parted her cheeks...as if that was necessary, so swollen were her lips, and so hard was his cock. It was her usual trick...scarcely had he entered her than she started the first of her nipping, gripping orgasms. This time he could scarcely hold himself back. An hour of his cock being rubbed by the gentle abrasion of a nylon-clad foot had brought him to the point, and they were both panting, mouthing sweet obscenities as they came. They finished, and both giggled as a snore and a muttered protest came from Claude, whose wife had just been fucked....all over him! 'Antoine! I've never come a strong as that. Never!' 'Nor me! I feel as if I've been emptied!' 'I've got to have a drink! Water!' She disengaged herself, and emptied the carafe. 'God! That's better!.' Eve was silent a moment. 'I think it's because Claude was there. You know. I think that's why it was so good.' 'Me too. It was so good to humiliate him!' 'Yes! That's the word. It was good to humiliate him.' 'I tell you what, Eve.......' Antoine explained his plan to her. 'You're on. But first, that big thing....it had swollen again as he explained his scheme....that big thing again. In my tight little bottom this time.' They pushed the debris of the meal to one end of the table, and Eve lay open at the edge, right under the nose of her slumbering husband. She stretched her cunt lips open, her fingers playing with lips, slit and clit, while Antoine eased his cock into her, using butter from the table, and her own juices to lubricate his entry. Her grimace was soon followed by the familiar squeals and grunts of pleasure.... ............................................. Claude had again come on her belly without getting entry...indeed without even getting hard. He was glum. She was triumphant, though she feigned anger. 'This can't go on, Claude. I'm a normal woman...and I have a right to be fucked. If you can't....and you can't', she flicked his limp cock with contempt...'then someone else will have to.' 'No. Eve. I couldn't take that. Please say you won't....' 'Well if you don't want to have me take a lover by myself...then you'd better arrange one you can keep an eye on. Someone I could fuck, but wouldn't like much. You could be there to make sure it all stays ok....' 'I don't know. That'd be better than you doing it yourself...but I don't know. Who is there?' 'Someone handsome....but vulgar, so I wouldn't fancy him except sexually.' 'You called Antoine vulgar!' 'And so he is....but I expect he can fuck. Unlike you!' Claude considered. If his wife was going to take a lover....and to be fair, who could blame her, it was best he kept some control. And he knew she didn't really fancy Antoine. Yes. 'I think Antoine would agree, darling.' 'You bet he would,' she thought. But she said nothing. 'I'll ask him!' She was careful not to seem too pleased! ...................................................... The evening was a success. Not only did Antoine fuck her, he fucked her while her husband sucked at her open cunt, but after her lover had come (and herself several times) he licked at her bottom and arse as she sucked Antoine to renewed erection.. Claude was enjoying this too much, she thought. Time to take him down a peg. Luckily, he still hadn't managed an erection, but he hadn't come either, so there was always a risk. She sat up against the pillows, joined by her lover on one side and her husband on the other. One lovely, hard cock, and one miserable limp worm. She lit a couple of cigarettes, and handed one to Antoine. They smoked. Another thing Claude couldn't join in, he thought. His wife was fondling her new lover's cock, while he was fondling her breast. Claude was not being fondled and was not fondling! 'Lovely body, your wife, Claude.' He tweaked a nipple making her squeal...but with pleasure. She reached down and stroked Claude's thigh. 'Have you noticed what pretty legs Claude has got. Almost feminine.' 'Yes! At school the boys used to take the piss, didn't they Claude. They are good legs!' Claude blushed. Eve stubbed out her cigarette and got up from the bed. She went over to her wardrobe and rummaged in a drawer. She returned with a handful of white silks. 'I've not used these since our wedding . Put them on Claude!' 'I couldn't....' 'You'll do what I say. Put them on. I want to see how feminine you can look. Stand by the bed and put them on....'His wife and her lover played with each others' bodies while he underwent this humiliation. As he fastened the suspenders, put on the stockings and panties, he had to listen to their discussion of him. 'No doubt, his legs do look very feminine, and especially in those stockings...were they really your bridal things?' 'Yes. Nice aren't they. Though he has got some hair.' She leaned over and pulled one of the fine hairs that were sparse on his upper thighs. 'We ought to have that removed. I'll take him to the beauty salon tomorrow. They do mine!' 'Have it all removed while you're at it. I mean, he hasn't got much...but have it all off. I like a smooth body.' He was fondling Claude's leg and arse. 'I think we should say her. I mean she really is quite feminine. She should have a girl's name.' 'Claudette?' 'No. Something very different. Sheila, I think. Yes. Sheila. You're still stiff. Fuck her for me, Antoine. I'd love to watch you fuck her. Kneel down for him, Sheila.' She reached under the bed, and found the pot of coldcream she'd secreted there. For a brief moment Claude wondered....but the question was banished from his mind by the feeling of fingers spreading the oil into his arse-crease. Eve held the crotch of the white panties to one side, and Antoine penetrated the virgin bum. Eve fingered her cunt inches from her husband's face. His wincing protests were even more exciting than she had hoped. Her lover was in full flow now, his thighs crashing into the pantied bottom. He could feel the anus relaxing under the vigorous pounding. Eve was close to coming. Turn her over, Antoine. Fuck her from below. I want to shag her face. Antoine entered the anus again, while Eva raked her cunt up and down chin, lips, tongue, nose. She noticed her husband getting hard, under the white satin panties, the outline of his cock quite clear. She came, shagging him hard, and then raised her cunt an inch or two from the face. 'Please, Eva. Let me put it in. I'm hard!' 'If you think I'm going to fuck a wimp who can only get a hard by putting on girl's lingerie and having himself fucked in the arse, you've got another think coming.' She laughed at him. 'Please, please.' She ignored him, and her lover fucked even harder. Suddenly the front of the panties became transparent as the victim came, spurts of spunk soaking the white satin. His cock could now be seen as clear as if naked. 'The wimp's come in her panties.' Eva laughed. She leaned forward and kissed her lover, to add to her husband's humiliation, and at that moment Antoine came, and pumped his jism into the arse. They lit cigarettes, and chatted while Sheila lay beside them. 'I'll buy her a wig tomorrow too.' 'Yes! But only for as long as it takes to grow her hair to a length it can be styled.' 'And shoes...stilettos. Her own clothes too.' 'You're very generous Antoine.' She kissed him. Nothing's too good for a girl who lends me her wife....and such a beautiful wife.' He was fondling her tits. 'And gives me her own arsehole as well.' A tear ran down Claude's face. He was the picture of misery. His panties were getting clammy, a reminder of his sexual failures. His wife was making love....very well...to his friend. He could see nothing in the future but progressive feminisation and humiliation. His mouth and arse used for others' pleasure. His own cock a laughing stock. 'Oh for goodness sake, Sheila. Cheer up. And go to the bathroom to clear up that cum! It's all over your panties...and your stockings. Take them off. And wash your arse as well. It's dripping cum!' He crossed the room slowly...he really didn't look bad in his lingerie' Antoine thought. 'In the wardrobe...the black satin nightie. And the matching g-string. We're going to be naked....but you'd better dress sexy.' And while you're about it....put on some lipstick. When I'm finished up this delightful bottom, I'll want you to suck my cock hard again.' His last view as he went to the bathroom, clutching his satin nightwear was of his happy wife opening her legs for her lover, his knob well into her sweet arsehole. FINIS