The Conscientious Cuckhold (MMF, cons, rom, DP/anal, impreg) Part 2 of 3... THE CONSCIENTIOUS CUCKOLD by Marco Vassi Subject Matter: MMF, Consensual, Romance, Double Penetration (Oral/Vaginal & Oral/Anal), Impregnation. PART 2 OF 3 He had no second thoughts until the afternoon they called Jack. When he realized the event would be that night, Tom became apprehensive. And his concern grew when Jack arrived, especially when he saw the appreciative gleam in the other man's eyes as he looked at Laura. The three of them had some wine and went into the bedroom where they undressed. Laura lay back on the bed and, as prearranged, Tom went down on her to prepare for Jack's penetration. When he'd finished, he moved away and watched as Jack stepped forward, preceded by an eight-inch shaft of velvet gristle. Tom looked from the erection to the young man's eyes, and all his notions about Jack's harmlessness were shattered. The blandness had been wiped away by a smirking lust and it was obvious that Jack had totally forgotten the biological reason for his being there. He'd been poleaxed by pussy and was reacting like any stud in heat. That was only the first blow, however. When Tom turned his head to look at Laura his vision went dark. She was looking at Jack's cock with unconcealed anticipation. Tom knew that her desire was for what it would deliver, but the sight of his wife gazing at another man's cock with such desire unhinged him. "I can't handle this," Tom thought as he swayed on his feet. "Tom," Laura said softly as he fought the pull of unconsciousness. He focussed his eyes and looked at her. She held out her arms just as Jack knelt on the bed between her thighs. And with the taste of despair and Laura's cunt still on his tongue he leaned down and lay on the bed next to his wife. He nestled his head between her breasts as she put her arms around him and lifted her knees to present herself to the other man. Although he wasn't looking, Tom knew the instant that Jack had penetrated her. He could feel the sense of contact draining from Laura's hands. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. They were foggy and unseeing. As he watched, a sigh escaped her lips, then a moan. His heart broke as she reached for him again and pulled his face toward hers, his mouth onto hers. Even though every fiber of his being protested what they were doing, screamed in jealousy and outrage at the presence of the other man, at Laura's automatic surrender to the invading phallus, he couldn't deny her. She slid her tongue between his lips and probed his mouth. It seemed his skull filled with the sound of bells pealing, and the sensation momentarily drove away the awareness that at that moment Jack was plunging his cock into her eager pussy. "This isn't so bad," he thought when he could think again. "The stud will come soon and we can send him home and pick up where we left off. She'll be mine alone again, and there'll never be another man again. No, never, never again." The repetition of the phrase soothed him and as he kissed Laura he even found himself smiling. "What...are...you...smiling...at? she said, the words punctuated by gasps as jack continued to screw her. "Just feels good," Tom replied, but even as he spoke the feeling was driven away and replaced by a cold shudder coursing down his spine as he heard Jack mutter, "Yeah, baby, feels good." With that, Jack changed his angle of penetration, coming up from underneath, splitting Laura's pussy lips with uncanny precision. Tom was seized by vertigo as he watched Laura's slip away again. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets, and her eyelids slowly fluttered down over the empty orbs. Her hands dropped from Tom's back and fell to her sides. Jack began plunging into her, and her belly and breasts shook with each thrust. Her lips pursed into an O and she let out a series of high-pitched cries. Tom turned his head sharply, away from Laura, and his eyes met Jack's. The young man smiled. "You're a lucky guy," he said. "She's got a real sweet pussy." Tom stiffened with anger. Everything else disappeared except a sudden murderous rage that made him tremble. He wanted to swing a roundhouse right and smash the other man's jaw. But some shred of reason remained, enough to restrain him. He realized that Jack was young and strong enough to shake off any blow he might throw, and it would be frightful to introduce sudden violence when Laura was so vulnerable, opening herself to be impregnated. If Jack saw how angry Tom was, he gave no indication. He just kept pumping into Laura with an almost insolent rhythm. "Put your cock in her mouth, man," he said, "I'd love to watch her suck cock while I'm fucking her." "Wait a minute!" Tom wanted to shout. "This is supposed to be a simple, fast operation." But again he held back. He had too much respect for the fragility and complexity of what they were doing to do or say anything abrupt, anything harsh. He knew that sex was always chancy. One could plan its course but it was always capable of exploding, overwhelming the puny creatures who jump into the vast torrent of erotic energy that is life on the planet. He saw that his judgements and feelings had to be held in abeyance; the die had been cast and all he could do now was go along with however the scene developed. "Yes-s-s-s-s," Laura hissed, cutting through his train of introspection. He hesitated a few seconds, then got to his knees and knelt by her head. She gazed up at him with desire and surprise, as though she had just remembered that he was there, just remembered who he was. But he couldn't fault her for that since he barely recognized her either. She was rotating her hips, making her cunt do a wanton dance on Jack's cock. Her tongue lapped the air. She had one hand on each breast and was pinching her nipples. He slipped one hand under Laura's head and pulled her already open mouth onto his gently throbbing shaft. Her lips closed over the thick phallus and at once began gobbling, moving toward the base. Within seconds she had swallowed him entirely, her face pressed against his belly. "Oh yeah," Jack whispered, his voice cutting across Tom's brain like a lash across a sunburned back. Tom looked up and his eyes grew wide. Jack was holding Laura's ankles and had spread her legs as far as his arms reached. His cock slid in and out of Laura's pussy with slow insinuating strokes. Again Tom's anger flared but this time it was directed not at Jack but at Laura. "Bitch," he thought, "All that sweet talk about love and biology, and all the slut wanted was two cocks inside her at the same time. The sperm didn't have to be implanted this way." He glared down at Laura and she saw the rage in his face. It frightened and excited her, making her suck with greater abandon, her moist eyes pleading for forgiveness and approval even as her lips caught his cock in a sliding vacuum of tongue-lapping lust. The interplay between husband and wife fed Jack's excitement and he pushed Laura's ankles together, keeping her legs raised, fucking her in the diaper position, one which implies a certain familiarity and intimacy. None of that was lost on Tom and he hissed, "All right, here's what you want. take it." And with that he began fucking her mouth. He grabbed her hair with one hand and held her head steady as he thrust between her lips, past her tongue and into her throat with hard, even strokes. Her moans bubbled up around his cock and saliva dribbled from the corners of her mouth. For a long time the two men banged her, silently stabbing her with their erections, working with great concentration on the task of reducing her to a throbbing, drooling mindlessness. Jack pushed Laura's legs down until her knees were squashing her breasts and her cunt pushed forward from between stretched rounded buttocks. Tom seized her head with both hands and slid it up and down on his cock, using her mouth to masturbate with. He lifted and shoved it down again and again until she couldn't maintain any pressure at all in her lips and became the slack slick instrument he wanted. By then Jack was slamming his whole weight into Laura's uptilted pussy. Tom could feel the vibrations of the other man's thrusts on the head of his own cock. Laura had become a sexual sounding board and the two men fed and were fed by the continually intensifying hum of her mounting excitement. Tom realized he'd never seen or felt her so hot before, and was torn between his almost crazed rapture in the moment and his concern about whether his marriage would survive the experience. The ride lasted along time, and it subsided spontaneously, the two men slowing their momentum and gradually bringing the mare they'd been riding down from a gallop to a canter to a walk and finally had her standing still, sweating, quivering, her nostrils trembling from the deep ragged breaths that racked her frame. The first thought in Tom's mind was, "He didn't come. The whole point of this was to get the sperm, and the son of a bitch still hasn't come!" He looked over at Jack. The young man smiled at him, winked, and began moving his pelvis again. This time there was no tension; Jack's thrusts into Laura's cunt were casual, conversational. He poked and sloshed about inside her the way an old friend will gently pick apart your rationalizations during some lazy talk after dinner. His eyes were laughing, he made small kissing motions with his lips. Tom turned his head sharply and looked at Laura. Here eyes were closed, her mouth was open, and between her brows danced the shadow of a frown. She was obviously in ecstasy. Tom sat back on his calves, his hands in his lap. His head fell forward, his chin resting on his chest. Laura couldn't see him and Jack didn't care if the husband wanted to bow out for a while, he enjoyed having the woman to himself. For Tom the scene had taken on the quality of a nightmare. Because his and Laura's fidelity had been so absolute, with neither of them even having flirted with anyone in six years, he had no defense against jealousy. And what he felt just then went far beyond jealousy, for the worst was happening right before him. Laura had forgotten him and was giving herself to another man. (End of Part 2 of 3.)