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.)