Disclaimer This is a work of erotic fiction. The subject is erotic in nature and may not be to your liking. The author does not endorse the lifestyle or acts that are described here. It is meant solely for the reader's pleasure. If such literature turns you off, you are requested to stop reading here. Please do not try these things at home. What may read as exciting acts may be fatal to the participants if performed in real life. If you are still here, I hope you enjoy the story. Your comments, brickbats, and praise are all equally welcome. You can write to me at bentspoon@excite.com. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Cuckold Club 11 – The Cuckold Wife When I heard Helen's story I just knew that it belongs here. I have of course stretched the meaning of the work "cuckold" here. But after reading this you will agree that the word suits her perfectly. I will let her tell you her story. --- Charles was the college hunk. Every girl lusted after him. Put two girls together and give them 10 minutes and Charles would be the topic of discussion for 8 of those minutes. So when Charles asked, one of the school's most plain-looking girls, out on a date it made news. I had not mentioned it to anyone and I wondered how the news had gotten out. It was only later that I got to know that he had refused Sandra and cited his date with me as the reason. The date was everything that I had dreamt of. Charles was not just good-looking, but caring and attentive. He was the perfect date. Later that evening when he kissed me before I stepped out of his car he said, "If I asked you to let me make love to me, would you let me?" I blushed as I nodded. "I won't. Do you know why?" I wanted to suggest that maybe it was because I wasn't good-looking enough. But held my silence. "It is because you are not like the other women. You will be my wife." My heart went racing, and I wanted to die as he said those words. I couldn't believe that this incredible man wanted to marry me. Over the next couple of years we became close friends. He would go out with other women. I also knew that he was fucking all of them. But he never once made an advance towards me. With me he was always the perfect gentleman. Then it happened. He came home and asked my father for my hand. My father agreed and the date for the wedding was set. From that day on he stopped seeing other women. He had time and eyes only for me. I was the happiest girl in the world. Our first one and half year of marriage was bliss. But as time when by I noticed that Charles began to show a marked disinterest in me. Especially on the sexual front, we had almost ceased having sexual relations. Many a time I wanted to bring up the topic, but somehow it never came out right and we would end up fighting. In the fifth year of our marriage my sister came to stay with us. We used to live in the same city, but they, she and her husband, had their own place, but her husband had been offered a lucrative job in the Middle East and she was not interested in joining him there and giving up her career here. They asked us if it was okay if she moved in with us. Charles and me were only too glad to have her. Soon Charles was spending more time with Monica than he was with me. I began to notice things like the way they were comfortable with each other's bodies. Often he would hold her by the shoulder or stomach while her passed her or moved her out of the way. The touches would be casual and indicated a high level of comfort. Monica was just 20, and at the peak of her beauty and Charles was still the hunk that he was in college. It was a hot Sunday afternoon when my worst fears were confirmed. I had been to the market to do the weekly shopping. When I reached the end of the road the car broke down and I was unable to start it. I walked back home hoping to ask Charles for look into the matter. I used my key and let myself into the house. I wasn't intending to be snoopy, but as I opened the door the sounds coming from the bedroom nearest the door froze me. "Oh God Charles! Yours is the best body I have seen. Let me admire it", my sister was telling my husband. "Helen will be back soon." "It will take her more than an hour. Come on let me see you and ogle. You can fuck me all you want after that." I closed the door behind me gently and tiptoed to the bedroom. Inside my husband stood naked, an Adonis, and my sister was running her fingers over his finely sculptured body. Her fingers stopped at his nipples, and drew lazy circles around them. As I watched his nipples got hard and firm. She stuck her tongue out and flicked the tip over a nipple. "Oh yeah!" Charles moaned. "Like that?" "Hmmm" She then left a trail of little kisses down his stomach till she reached his organ. She grabbed it in her fist and pointed it to her face. "He looks so angry", she noted. "Careful! He'll spit on you", my husband teased her. "Oh! Tell him to. I am waiting for him to spit all he has onto me", she crooned as she licked the tip of his hard organ. She parted her lips wider and took it into her mouth. "Hmmm", she indicated her liking as the organ traveled deep into her mouth and down her throat. She had taken it all the way in, her nose was buried in his pubic hair. Slowly she moved away, his penis left her mouth with a pop. "Do you like being inside me?" "Love it." She smiled up at him, "I love it too darling. I love the taste of your yummy sausage." She began sucking him in earnest. Her fist masturbated him as it pushed him in and pulled him out of her mouth. She stopped and looked up at him, "Want to fuck me?" He grabbed her by her hair and brought her too her feet. Roughly he pushed her on to the bed. She giggled as she fell on the bed, and she raised her legs spread wide apart. "Come my Lord and King. Take what is rightfully yours. Your humble slave awaits your royal attention." He climbed on the bed and stood between her legs. He placed his foot on her cunt and began to step down on it, moving the base of his feet in a circular motion. "Oh yeah! Harder darling, harder", she urged him on. He kept up he act for quite a while more before taking his foot off her cunt. The base of his foot was wet with her juices. He held the foot out to her and she licked up her juices from under his foot. He fell to his knees and holding his penis, slid himself into her. They began to fuck wild and loud. Strangely I felt my cunt going wet. My fingers moved into my jeans and began to furiously stroke myself as I watched the couple of the bed. I struggled with my button and zipper as I undid my jeans with one hand in my cunt. I let the jean slide down to my knees and stroked furiously, matching the pace of the couple on the bed. "Oh Charles! Deeper Charles! Harder Charles!", she cried out. In my mind I also cried out to Charles to fuck me harder. In my mind I pictured myself under him, feeling his body thrust as me. I had almost my whole fist inside my slick we cunt. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" they screamed in unison. "Cumming", he told her. "Me too", she shrieked. "Hold on, just give me a few more second. Please", she begged him. He kept banging her. I felt my orgasm arrive. I leaned on the wall beside me, my fingers pushing more insistently at my clit. "Aaahhh. Yessss", she screamed. "Now honey, pull it out now", she told him. He pulled out of her, and she sat up with practiced ease. She held her mouth open to his penis. His sperm began to spurt forth in jets. Each jet shooting into her mouth. She kept her mouth open till he was done, and then she took him in. She sucked him slowly. When she opened her mouth next it was empty. The moans came without knowing. I had been furiously stroking yself. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! Oh yes!", I sank to my knees, and then to the floor, squirming in erotic paradise. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw both of them starting and then getting out of bed. Slowly, they began to walk towards me. My orgasm just kept going on and on. I couldn't help it. It hit me wave after wave. I stopped all attempts to keep quiet and screamed out each orgasm. As I did, tears of frustration, sadness and from a sense of being cheated out of my right, rolled down my cheeks. I could seem them through the filmy haze of my tears, standing above me and looking down. But my orgasms kept coming. Then it was over. I was so tired. I continued to lie there. When at last I gathered myself and looked up, they were still there, looking at me. I stood up and pulled up my jeans, they were still naked and comfortable in their nudity. I started to slap Monica, but my palm never got there. Charles' had gripped my wrist. "Let's talk this over", he said in his quiet voice, the voice nobody fucked with. We moved to the living room. They sat together on the couch and me on a chair. "Now that we are here, there is no sense in beating around the bush. I don't enjoy fucking you anymore. But then you know that. I don't love you either. I suppose you guessed that. But I have a sense of duty and that duty is to you. I don't intend to step away from it unless you push me to it. You can be my wife, but that is about it. I will have sex with anybody I dam well feel like with. This is not a discussion, it is my decision. You can live with it or walk out of it. I am taking Monica back to bed. When we come back if your clothes are still in the bedroom cupboard, I guess you are staying. If they aren't there, you will hear from my lawyers and we will settle this as best we can." With these words he grabbed Monica and took her back to the bedroom she was using. They didn't bother closing the door. She lay on the bed with her legs over the sides, resting on the floor. He was kneeling between them and licking her cunt. Initially she tried controlling her moans, but soon they were loud and each one sent an arrow through my heart. Even worse, each moan made my cunt throb violently. I thought about my life and what I had, then decided to finish the shopping. I took Charles' keys and left for the supermarket. When I returned, they were in the kitchen. She was in a loose shirt, the buttons undone and a pair of panties. He was in a pair of shorts which his torso left open for her to touch and admire. "I used your car. Mine broke down at the end of the street." "I'll look into it", he said. After he finished his coffee, he put on a t-shirt and left the house. I turned to Monica. "Before you say anything, let me tell you that there isn't a woman alive who wouldn't sleep with him. Next, if say one word and I tell him about it. He won't like it. This is between the two of you, I am just the cunt." I could have strangled her there, but I didn't. That evening when I went to bed after dinner, she was in my bed, kissing my husband. I turned to leave. "You don't have to go. This is your bed, and you can sleep here. She will leave when I am through." I went and lay down on my side. The slurping of their kissing kept me awake. I lay frozen, feeling the bed moving familiarly. I lay on my back, I saw from the corner of my eye, him climbing on to her. They began to fuck in the missionary position. I lay rocking with the bed. "Lift your legs and spread them", he told her. She complied. I watched my husband fucking my sister in my marriage bed, and felt my cunt getting wet. I reached down and pulled my night dress up to my waist. I pushed my panties aside and began to stroke myself, maintaining the rhythm my husband was fucking my sister with. Their moans filled the bedroom, and mine merged with them. "Ah! Yes! I'm almost there", she told him after he had pounded her for the better part of 30 minutes. His pounding didn't stop. He just kept at it. Soon she was screaming, and I joined her. After we were done, he rolled off her, and lay on his beck. She got up and knelt between his legs. She took his penis in her mouth and began to suck it. I watched in fascination as my sister performed an act I had never been able to perform. He had asked me a lot of times, but I had refused. Today I would do anything to have his penis in my mouth. My train was thought was interrupted by fingers at my cunt. I was shocked, and then I met her eyes. She smiled at me. Her fingers began to play at my clit as she sucked off my husband. I spread my legs wider, allowing her to slide a couple fo fingers into my cunt and use them like a pounding cock. Her fingers moved away, as she grabbed his cock and pounded it. She held her tongue out and took his sperm on it. She pumped him till there was nothing left. The she crawled over to me, and held her mouth over mine. I opened my mouth and she dripped my husband's cum into my mouth. After she had given me all she had, we French-kissed, our tongues fighting for our man's cum. Monica continued to share our bed till six months ago, when she had to join her husband. But even before that Charles had begun bringing other women to our bed. Sometimes I join in, like that night with Monica, on other occasions I just lie there inert, listening to the sounds of the sex happening beside me. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------