("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2006. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- And Then There Were Three - 4 by Mr. Blue Skies (mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk) *** This is the concluding part of a story in four parts. It started with an unknowing cuckold; later, as the story unfolds, he becomes a knowing cuckold and then a voyeuristic cuckold enjoying the humiliation of it all. It is set in the UK, hence the English spelling. (MMF, bi, wife, cheat, oral, anal, huml, crème-pie, preg) *** (from end of part three) It felt good I have to say. I think he was surprised to feel me start to harden. It wasn't just the effect of his mouth on my hardening prick; it was what I was looking at as well. Paula had swivelled back to expose her cunt towards me. She was watching her husband kneeling in front of her lover, licking his wife's love-juice and her lover's cum from his prick. I looked at her as she masturbated vigorously at the sight. She smiled broadly at me. 'I love you,' she silently mouthed. I looked back at her. 'I love you too' I silently replied. What the fuck had I got myself into? I thought. Part four Paula saved the situation by way of a violent and noisy orgasm. Martin stopped sucking my prick to turn and look. I was relieved as he'd got me to a good erection and I was beginning to wonder who would come first, me or Paula (or him). We both watched as she shuddered into quietness and then totally relax. She lay there for a short while with her eyes half closed and then opened them fully. 'Come and make love to me Martin,' she said, and moved back into the centre of the bed. She looked in quite a state, her thong pulled to one side, her skirt around her waist and her swollen breasts exposed. She was soaked, as were the sheets around her. There was a scent of raw sex in the air; a heady mixture of her feminine fragrance, my cum and the heat of her husband. Martin moved to the bed on his knees (ever submissive) he climbed onto it and then between Paula's parted legs. She put her arms around his neck as he started to rapidly prod around the area of her cunt with his little penis, trying to enter her. No wonder he had a problem; from behind he looked like a desperate dog trying to shag a bitch. 'Wait!' said a voice sounding strangely like mine. He stopped dead and looked over his shoulder at me. 'Slowly Martin,' I said, 'slowly.' 'I'll help' said Paula and reached down to guide his penis. As she touched it I sensed him tense; without any thought I reached forward and grasped his balls firmly in my right hand and squeezed. 'Don't even think about cumming,' I said and squeezed slightly harder. He gasped and stayed stock still. 'Now, I said, 'Paula just ease the end of his cock into you, no more than that, and then let go of it.' She moved towards him with her hips and took the end of his penis in between her fingers and into her leaking cunt; then she let go of it. 'Stay still Martin' I commanded. 'Yes David,' he said, 'whatever you say.' I slowly let go of my grip on his balls and he lay still, the tip of his prick inside his wife. 'Don't move' I said gently, 'wait awhile.' He continued to lay there looking at me as I moved more into his vision. He looked at me almost pleadingly, like a pet waiting to be told he'd been a good dog. 'Don't think about what you are doing or where you are Martin,' I said. 'And move further into your wife, but not all the way in. Do you understand me Martin?' 'Yes David, I do' he whispered. He moved slightly and Paula did too. 'Don't move Paula' he said (very authoritive for him) and moved a little further in. He stopped. 'What now David?' he asked. 'Wait,' was all I said and then 'now move all the way in and stop there' He didn't answer and moved all the way into his wife and stopped. 'Mmm,' said Paula, 'this feels nice.' 'Keep talking to me Martin' I commanded, 'don't think about where you are or what you are doing.' 'Yes David' he said and them started to tell me how much he admired me as a man able to satisfy his wife; how envious he was about the size of my penis (average I always thought); how he respected me for being so manly and assertive... on and on he went for five or so minutes, it began to get embarrassing. I looked at Paula; she was lying quietly with her eyes closed and with a lovely smile upon her face, clearly enjoying her husband inside her. Strangely, I began to feel like an intruder on a private moment (which I was I suppose). Martin followed my gaze and smiled down at his wife. 'Now start moving Martin, slowly,' I said quietly. He did, with some degree of control I thought; after about 30 seconds or so though, Paula started to move to meet his thrust and I could see he was going to lose any vestige of control. I watched them making love for a few more seconds before it became apparent Martin was going to cum. He pushed hard into her as he began to cum; as he did so I moved towards his and, as hard as I could, smacked his arse with the open palm of my hand. It sounded dramatic, as was the result. He reacted against the slap and rammed his small cock into his wife. She gasped and clamped her legs around his arse. Martin came hard and was pleasingly joined by Paula who both gasped and giggled at the same time. They quietened and then relaxed; Martin rolled of her and lay on his back beside her. 'Wow!' was all Paula said. Martin lay there looking very pleased with himself. I stood looking down at them and decided it was time for me to go. I was intruding. 'May I use your shower?' I asked. Paula nodded. I moved out of their room and into the bathroom. I quickly showered, went back to collect my clothes off their floor, took them onto the landing and dressed. I looked around the door to bid them goodbye: Martin was busy with his mouth on Paula's cunt: she waved at me and blew be a kiss with one hand whilst she held her husbands head by his hair. I drove away and stopped at the view-point I'd stopped at a few weeks earlier. I needed some space to think. This was going to have to end. In a way, I'd become the odd one out. Martin was getting what he wanted, being humiliated and turned on at the same time; Paula was getting the sex she wanted with no risk as she'd involved Martin. I was the vulnerable one now; if my wife found out (and the law of averages dictates that she will eventually) my life would greatly change. It was time for me to go. I would do it gently and to them both, but going I was. We'd made an arrangement for four weeks hence, when my wife was away; I do it then. *** Four weeks later, the man whose wife I'd come to fuck opened the door. He stood behind it to peer around the edge. 'Ah good, it's you David, come in,' he said. I stepped inside and could see why he'd half hidden behind the door; he was dressed in a short, silk dressing gown, loosely tied at the waist. My rehearsed parting speech faded from my mind. He turned and walked into the sitting room. 'Coffee?' he asked. I nodded. Before he moved into the kitchen, he untied the belt around his gown and dropped it off his shoulders and onto the floor. 'Paula told me to be naked around the house until we're all ready,' he said. Stuck for something to say, I said nothing. 'My wife is getting ready for you David,' he said, 'she'll be about 15 minutes; I shaved her this morning for you.' I nodded, feeling hot already in my tee-shirt and shorts; it was warm in the house with the curtains drawn. It felt odd to say the least, having coffee made by the naked husband of the woman who was upstairs preparing for sex. I heard the water boiling and walked into the kitchen just as he was pouring the water. He looked quite at ease, naked in the company of his wife's lover. He turned to face me, 'Do you take milk,' he asked. I nodded yes. He poured in the milk and then made to offer me the cup, changed his mind and put it down again. 'Too hot,' he said. He looked at me in a way which I found strange and slightly unsettling; an eager to please look, looking for praise, almost begging to be given a task in order to please, adoration, all flashing across his face as he stood there naked and unabashed. I found his pathetic look appealing and warmed to him and his need to be liked. Without thinking, or knowing why, I leant towards him and softly kissed him on his upturned mouth. He didn't pull away and we held the soft kiss for several seconds. He relaxed slightly and brought his hand up to my shoulder, slightly parting his lips as he did so. I flicked my tongue across his lips and he met my tongue with his; we broke apart and drew back to look at each other and then kissed again, this time with more feeling and certainty. As we did, I reached for his penis and felt it stir in my hand; he gasped and pulled me closer. I relaxed and he must have felt sure of me as with his free hand he rubbed my hardening penis through my shorts; when I didn't resist, he moved his hand to my belt and skillfully undid it and then the buttons of my shorts. I pulled slightly away to let them drop; as they did so he moved his hand back to my rapidly hardening prick still covered by my jockey shorts. I broke the kiss and without breaking his gaze, stepped slightly back and pulled my tee-shirt off over my head and dropped it to the floor. He looked down at my prick trying to burst free and then, in one fluid movement, knelt down, gripped the waist of my pants and pulled then down to the floor. I lifted one foot, and then the other as he pulled them free. Without any hesitation, he grasped my prick and pulled it slightly until a great drop of clear pre-cum oozed out. He smeared it around the head of my cock, moved forward and took my prick into his mouth. It felt bloody good. 'I'm ready you two,' called Paula from up stairs. Martin let me free of his mouth and stood up. 'My wife is ready for you David,' he whispered, 'come.' As he turned to the door, his little prick ramrod straight, he reached slightly behind, grasped mine, and led me from the room. As we reached the bottom of the stairs Paula spoke, 'Ah, there you both are.' I looked up; she was stood at the very top of the stairs looking down on us; she looked stunning. She wore another mesh body stocking but this one was jet black. It covered her from neck to toes. Her breasts were visible though the mesh but the area around her crotch was completely open. She slowly turned around on her impossibly high heels, revealing that the area around her super arse was also open. 'You like?,' she asked. I nodded slowly; yes I liked. 'She looked down at us both, me stood there waiting to be led to her by her husband by my prick. 'I see you've discovered Martin's bi side,' she smiled. 'He's only recently admitted to it, haven't you Martin?' she asked as she shifted her gaze to him. 'Yes,' he said, 'yes, I have.' 'Bring David to my bed Martin,' she said, turning away as she did so. Martin led me up by my prick like some kind of offering, which I suppose I was. On the landing, he hesitated by his chair, 'You can come in as well Martin,' Paula called. It looked like we were going to have an audience. He led me into the room. Paula was standing by the bed; Martin let go of my prick. She came towards me, completely ignoring Martin; 'Hello my man,' she smiled. She put her arms around my neck; lifted herself slightly to clamp my prick between her thighs and against her wet cunt. We kissed with passion whilst Martin stood by watching. 'Did Martin get you nice and hard David?' she asked when she drew back. 'He did,' I replied. What was there to hide anymore?. 'Come to bed,' she said, and moved away. She lay down and I lay across her, lightly biting her breasts through the body stocking and roughly pushing my fingers into her. She reacted instantly; she liked forceful sex and I wanted to give it to her. Telling them both this had to end would have to wait! She grabbed my hair and pushed my head down to her crotch, lifting her hips as I got near in her rush to feel my tongue on her clitoris. I thrust my tongue into her and nipped her clitoris between by lips; she instantly flooded and bucked. I stopped and moved up to lay on her, roughly pushing my prick into her and giving her a few brutal thrusts. As I did so, I sensed Martin moving about, and then felt his hands on my arse; when I pulled out, he thrust me back into his wife with surprising force. It was like being forced to screw his wife, and very erotic. I stayed in after a minute or so to cool things down. 'Let me come on top' Paula said. I rolled off her and onto my back. She knelt astride me, her crotch above my standing prick. 'Martin!' she commanded. What was this about, I thought. He moved to the side of the bed and took my prick in his hand; Paula then lowered her crotch as her husband guided me into her cunt. The look on his face was pure rapture; I couldn't make this guy out. He sat on the side of the bed watching and gently massaging his stiff little dick. Paula slowly started to milk my prick, putting her full weight onto it and then gripping it with her strong vaginal muscles as she pulled herself off. It felt so good but I knew I couldn't hold on for ever. I stopped her as she prepared to thrust down again. I needed some control over this, and indeed, both of them. 'Lay on your back,' I said. She looked disappointed but moved off me. Martin looked a little thwarted too but I took the initiative with him too. As Paula moved to the side of the bed; I turned and without any hesitation, took Martin's dick into my mouth. I rolled it around, tasting his salty pre-cum. He went still and I heard Paula gasp, 'My God,' she breathed. Now I was back in control. I lay full length on top of Paula; I gripped her wrists and spread-eagled her arms in line with her shoulders across the bed. I balanced my weight equally onto my hands and my legs on top of hers. Now I had her pinned to the bed I thrust my prick in the direction of her cunt; I hit the side but just roughly thrust it in. She gasped but I ignored it; roughly I fucked her retrained body. She moaned and I felt her flood as she did so. 'Martin, he's raping me,' she groaned, 'stop him Martin he's hurting me; he's raping your wife Martin, stop him.' For emphasis I plunged in harder still. 'Martin, help me,' she moaned, 'he's stronger than me, help me.' 'I can't,' Martin whispered, 'he's so much stronger than me too.' I glanced at him; he was looking on transfixed at the sight of a man roughly fucking his wife. 'Fuck her harder, David,' he suddenly said. 'She's always fantasised about being raped by a 'real' man'; hurt her with your big prick.' For effect I rammed in as hard as I possibly could, and held it there. 'God!' was all she said, and then went quiet. I slowly withdrew; there was no way I could go on without coming. I lay on my side next to Paula and she slowly smiled at me. I reached for her and pulled her onto her side against me; I lifted her leg and said 'Martin!.' He knew what to do and scurried to get behind his wife. He took my prick and guided it into his wife. She and I lay facing each other as I did long, slow but assertive thrusts into her. As we fucked she got wetter and wetter and made grunting noises with each plunge. I lifted her leg higher as I realised that Martin was still behind her, his eyes fastened on my prick driving into his wife. I stopped moving; Paula focussed on my face with a quizzical look. 'Martin,' I demanded, 'bring over that bottle of skin lotion.' He rolled away and reached for the bottle and offered it to me; I didn't take it from him. 'Now lay behind your wife.' He moved quickly to comply. 'Slowly!,' I said forcefully. He slowed noticeably and settled beside her. I held my hand out, palm upwards to him; 'Pour some lotion onto my fingers Martin,' I said. He looked at me questioningly but complied. Keeping her leg held high, I reached round and smeared the lotion around her anus. She sensed what was coming and tensed herself as I pushed my finger into her arse. She gasped and I told her to relax; I slipped my finger out and wordlessly offered my hand to Martin for more lotion. He complied and I smeared it around her anus again and pushed my finger in again. This time she relaxed and I was able to slide my finger in and out of her lubricated arse. Paula moved herself against my hand with each thrust of my finger; 'Mmmm, nice,' she breathed. I removed my finger and held my hand out again to Martin; he poured on more lotion. This time however, I reached for his stiff little dick and coated it with the lotion. 'Martin,' I said, 'without cumming, I want you to put your little prick into your wife's arse.' I felt Paula tense; I kissed her and told her it would be alright; it wouldn't hurt. Martin moved behind her. 'Martin,' I said, 'if you cum now, I'll break your fucking balls.' 'I won't David, I promise,' he said. He positioned himself behind his wife; I reached round and held his balls as a warning. Paula was running wet. 'Help him,' I said. She reached behind her and must have grasped his stiff dick because he gave a short gasp. Watching her face, and his, I could feel that she was guiding his dick to her arse. It was a strange feeling. I was inside her cunt; I felt her wince and then relax; then I felt his dick run up the wall separating our pricks. With his little dick, he had penetrated her arse; something I couldn't do. I held his balls as a warning; he stopped for a few seconds and then moved into her further until he was fully in. Paula gasped and then muttered something about being fucked by two men but it was otherwise incoherent. Silently, I mouthed 'Slowly' to Martin; he nodded and followed my movements in and out of Paula. Together we simultaneously fucked her. She made a variety of noises, some sharp breaths, sometimes a gasp and later an 'Ouch! Martin, you're hurting me.' 'There's a first,' he said with a hint of satisfaction and rammed into her arse, she gasped and he did it again. There was only one way this was going to go now. He gave another couple of thrusts and then I could see that he had lost what little control he had, as with one last prod, he started to cum. And cum he did, it seemed to go on for ages. I felt the warm rush through the thin wall separating us. Paula reached round and grabbed his arse to prevent him slipping out of her until he'd finished. Martin shuddered into quietness and slowly opened his eyes. He grinned at me. 'Fancy hurting my wife with my little dick.' Then 'Did I do alright David?.' Yes you did,' Paula answered for me, 'you're a very good boy Martin.' He beamed. She eased herself off my prick. 'Martin, lay down on your back,' she said. He did as he was told, spreading his arms wide and his legs apart in total capitulation. Paula moved towards him and knelt on all fours above him, between his legs. She was a wonderful sight. The black net tightly fitting her lovely arse; her cunt gaping from penetration. As she lowered her head to kiss him, his cum started to leak from her arse in a slow stream towards her pussy. I moved behind her and rubbed the end of my prick in his cum and then against the lips of her swollen cunt. She leaned forward until her head was near Martins left shoulder whilst her hands reached out and held his wrists. She started to speak into his left ear 'David is rubbing his prick against my pussy Martin, and it feels amazing, I can't thank you enough for him,' Martin looked over her shoulder at me and his eyes locked on to mine. 'It's slipping in,' she breathed, 'it is so thick; oh God I love him Martin. It's bare, his flesh entering mine and it feels better already than yours and he is hardly a third in.' She went silent and arched slightly towards me. 'Size does matter,' she grunted, 'nearly there, God it is never ending, so much length and thick near the base. Jesus that is deep inside me, he is fully in me now.' I pushed in and felt what I thought was the end of her cunt. It wasn't; it was her orgasm hitting. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' she groaned over and over again. 'Can't... stop... cumming, so amazing, Martin,' she said. With Martin's eyes still locked on mine, I started to cum; as I did so he gave me the most wonderful smile. As I held her arse hard against my gut I felt the warm gushes of cum leave my prick with what felt like great force. Paula felt it too as she muttered, 'Oh yes, send your seed deep into my womb David, send it deep please.' Something flashed across my mind but didn't register. My cum slowed and then stopped. 'Stay in me David' she said, 'don't move yet.' I did as she bid. Slowly, over the next few minutes, we three relaxed. My penis softened and slipped out of Paula of its own accord. She moved and lay beside Martin and made room for me also. She breathed out a long sigh. 'God, that was good,' she said. She turned and kissed me then whispered, 'thank you' in my ear. She turned to Martin, 'You were wonderful Martin,' she said, 'fancy hurting me with the size of your prick; now you can have the treat I promised you.' He lifted his head and smiled at her and then at me. Then he lowered his head, briefly kissed her breast and then went down her body in a series of small kisses. Paula shifted her body and parted her legs as he passed her navel. He carried on past her shaven pubis and she raised her leg; he ducked under it and came upwards towards her exposed pussy. He hesitated, looked first at her and then me before placing his mouth over her clitoris. She breathed sharply through her teeth and then relaxed; he had shifted slightly and was working his tongue in and out of her. She reached down and held on to his hair. 'That's right Martin,' she said softly, 'lick David's cum from me; taste a real mans cum from your slut of a wife.' And he did, with some enthusiasm from the sound of it. Paula lay smiling whilst he did so. Once, she said, 'Wait.' He stopped and moved his lips away from her. She lifted her hips and I felt her tense and then relax as a bubbling sound came from her cunt. Martin muttered something and lunged at her; he raised his head to show us the blob of my cum on his tongue that she had just expressed out of herself. He went to her again and stayed there, making small noises as he used his mouth on her. Eventually he stopped and came up with the remains of some cum on his tongue and kissed Paula, who sucked his mouth gladly. Eventually we all went quiet. I stirred. 'David needs to go, Martin, go and run the shower for him.' He got up and padded from the room. She rolled over and kissed me. 'All good things have to end David, I realise that.' Yet again I'd underestimated feminine intuition, she knew. Martin came back to say that my shower was ready. Paula said that she was going to shower with me. We soaped each other whilst Martin looked on. I rinsed and stepped out, she did the same and said she wanted to dry me. I stood there like a child while she patted me dry, taking great care with my penis which, when dry, she rolled around in her mouth. Martin watched, fascinated. 'Martin will make us all a drink while we dress,' Paula said, 'then we can all have a drink before you go.' He padded off obediently, naked and unembarrassed. I followed him down to retrieve my clothes from the kitchen floor where I left them; Paula went back to their bedroom. When I entered the sitting room, Martin had made three drinks and also donned his silk dressing gown. After a few minutes, we heard Paula coming down the stairs. She walked into the room wearing one of her micro skirts and low cut top, her hair pulled up and held with a great yellow clasp. This woman looked beautiful at any time. I'd been a lucky man. Now I was about to end it. But it wasn't to be as I'd planned. 'Cheers David,' said Martin as he raised his glass. 'Cheers to both of you,' I said, raising my glass in turn. The ice-cold vodka was welcome. 'David,' Paula said in the silence, 'and you Martin. Everything comes to an end and this wonderful time together will be no exception. I've realised that we have had something special to the benefit of us all. What I didn't want was it to end with no memento, no tangible thing to remind us.' She stopped; Martin looked sad and confused at the same time and I took a good swig of vodka as my brain made some connections, albeit too late. 'Martin,' she continued, 'when did you last cum inside me?.' 'An hour ago,' he grinned. A look of annoyance flitted across her face. 'It was when David helped you the last time we all met, Martin.' 'Yes it was,' he admitted, 'we haven't had sex since then.' 'That's right,' she said, 'that's how I planned it.' My brain started to make all the right connections. Martin's clearly hadn't as he looked puzzled. 'Since the last time we met I've stopped taking my contraceptive pills Martin. According to my charts, I am now at my most fertile time of the month. My brain made all the connections... 'make me pregnant... send your seed deep into my womb David, send it deep please... stay in me… don't move yet...' Martin looked bewildered; I had a feeling of dread. Paula continued, 'Both of us, Martin, will have a lasting memory of David; he will have made me pregnant today, I know it.' Martin and I exchanged looks, his astonished; I just gave a slight shrug; a 'what can I do about it? shrug. I ended the silence. 'I hope you can both handle the situation.' 'We'll be fine David, don't concern yourself; Martin will have a daily reminder of the man he so admires; I will have something forever of the man I fell in love with.' She added, 'We'll be fine.' I downed the rest of my drink and put down the glass. I moved towards her and gave her a slight hug and a kiss on the cheek. 'It was great,' I said, 'thank you.' I turned to Martin, 'Thank you too Martin,' I said, and gave him a hug also. I looked at both of them, 'Good- bye to you both,' I said lamely. 'Good-bye from the three of us,' reminded Paula with a smile. With nothing further to say, I left. We saw each other at work occasionally, just to say hello. As the weeks went by, I felt better to be out of it; it could only have ended in trouble if it had gone on longer. It had all but faded when, one morning, a cry went up from the open-plan office where Paula worked; lots of girlish squeals of excitement. I looked out; several girls were around Paula's desk. 'What's all that about?,' I asked a passing girl. 'Paula's expecting a baby,' she said. Later, I met her by chance in a corridor. 'I've heard the news,' I said, 'congratulations.' She said how excited she was; she'd been to the hospital for all the checks and that everything was looking good and that Martin was ecstatic. She would be giving birth to a boy in the next six months. I fell immediately into the trap (again). 'What will you call him?' I asked, already knowing the answer... *** *The author is, Mr. Blue Skies (mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk) I would be interested to hear about your views on this story. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 42