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Nobody Knows And That Is How We Like It
by Blue Skies (mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk)

*** 

A man allows his wife to have sex with a well endowed 
friend. (MMF, wife, cuck)

***

I indicated to turn right into the drive of our house. 
As I did so, I noticed that his car was parked there 
but he'd left me ample room to park mine. I was a few 
minutes early but it didn't matter too much as I have a 
protocol to follow should this very situation arise.

I let myself into the house and went through into the 
kitchen to make a coffee to kill time and also in an 
effort to calm my nervousness over whether I had yet 
fully paid for my transgression some weeks ago. As I 
stood there staring into the low-lit garden and sipping 
the hot coffee, I heard movement upstairs. 

It went quiet for a while and then the soft sound of 
footsteps descending, followed a few seconds later by 
the front door opening and then gently closing. I heard 
the car door open and then shut, followed a short while 
later by the starting of the engine. I heard the car 
turn in the drive and then the diminishing sound as it 
drove off along the road.

I waited until I could hear no further sound and then 
rinsed the coffee cup, leaving it on the side of the 
sink. I switched off the outside lights and then moved 
towards the stairs, switching off the house lights as I 
went. With some trepidation I started up the stairs. 

As my head came level with the landing I saw there was 
light spilling out from one of the rooms, possibly 
mine. As I reached the landing I caught my breath, the 
door to my room was slightly ajar but the room was in 
darkness; the light was coming from our bedroom. My 
heart and breathing quickened. Had I at last been 
forgiven? I passed my room and turned the corridor.

Approaching the door revealed more of the inside of the 
room as I drew nearer. First the light source, then the 
end of the bed and finally as much of the room as could 
be seen through the half-open door. I stopped in the 
doorway. She was a beautiful sight.

My wife lay naked and stretched her full length across 
our bed; the sheets under her were rumpled, with one of 
them half on the floor as was one of the pillows. I 
waited, both to take in the wonderful sight of her and 
hopefully for the sign which would indicate that I had 
been forgiven. 

I stayed stock still for nearly a minute, then, as if 
only just noticing my presence, she gave me the sign as 
only she could. Gently, she angled towards me, feet 
first. She stayed still for a short while and then 
slowly parted her legs.

As I watched, transfixed she lifted her hips slightly 
and then, clenching her muscles, expressed a generous 
bubble of Mark's cum. I moved nearer the bed as I undid 
my shirt. As I stood next to it, I started to undress. 
Nothing was said. All my actions were taken slowly, so 
as not to break the mood. 

When I was naked I stood slightly away from the bed. 
Her gaze dropped to my penis; it stood out straight for 
its full length of four inches. She looked back at me 
and smiled, giving the merest hint of a nod. I moved 
back to the bed and then gently knelt between her 
parted legs. I looked at her again and then lowered my 
head. 

Her long labia were opened like butterfly wings, flat 
against her where they been displaced by the root of 
Mark's thrusting penis. The scent of his cum was the 
first thing I noticed, followed quickly by his scent 
mixed with hers. The insides of her thighs were wet as 
was the area around her opening, still slightly agape 
from their love-making. 

Holding back my impatience, I paused slightly and then 
moved closer to her. As I did so, she slightly raised 
her hips. I needed no further hint and I moved in to my 
goal. The taste of his cum mixed with her love juices 
was exquisite. I settled myself fully onto the bed and 
then began to lap the flow of Mark's cum leaking my 
wife's open cunt.

I was careful not to touch or get too near to her 
clitoris. The last time she had permitted me this 
wonderful kindness, I had given in to the temptation to 
flick my tongue across it in the hope of stimulating 
her. I couldn't have been more wrong. She jerked away 
from me.

'No!' she half-shouted, drawing away as quickly as if 
she'd been hurt.

I immediately apologised but to no avail. I was sent to 
my room along the corridor where I lay in bed still 
with the taste of their love-making in my mouth as I 
masturbated. That was several weeks ago; I wasn't going 
to make the same mistake again.

This time I was careful and meticulous in cleaning her. 
I took nearly 20 minutes, gently probing her with my 
tongue to reach as much as I could from deep inside 
her. I rested my tongue sometimes by licking the juices 
from the inside of her thighs before probing inside her 
again to see if more of his cum had flowed to where I 
could reach it. Eventually it was clear that I had got 
all I could from her. She must have sensed it herself 
as she slightly shifted so that I could finish with my 
favourite thing.

She raised her legs, bending them at the knees, leaving 
here beautiful arse exposed and raised towards me. 
Placing a had on each of her firm arse cheeks, I gently 
parted them and then, with a pause during which I 
inhaled deeply but quietly, took in the wonderful scent 
of her love juice mixed with his cum that has run from 
her, down in between the cleft of her arse. Closing my 
eyes with the bliss of it all, I started to lick her 
cleft clean.

I did this for perhaps a little longer than necessary, 
in truth, really as long as I could get away with as I 
am sometimes allowed to probe her anus a little with my 
tongue, but she eventually signalled that she'd had 
enough by lowering her legs. Reluctantly, I pulled away 
as she moved slightly away from me and then turned onto 
her side, facing the centre of the bed. She fumbled 
around to find her pillow and lay her head upon it, 
smiling at me. 

I got up and retrieved the second pillow from the floor 
and placed it by hers. I lay on the bed facing her and 
we both pulled the crumpled sheet over our naked 
bodies. We lay for a short while looking at each other 
but saying nothing. Then, she moved towards me putting 
her hand on the side of my face and kissed me, her 
tongue probing my lips and mouth.

'Goodnight my darling,' she said softly, and then, 'I 
love you David.'

'Goodnight my love,' I said, 'I love you too,' and 
then, 'thank you,' as I kissed her on her forehead.

I watched her as she slipped into sleep. When her 
breathing had slipped into a steady rhythm I slowly 
turned and reached for the tissues next to the bed. 
Placing a wad of them over the end of my penis, I 
started to masturbate. It didn't take long. It never 
did.

You may well ask how I came to be in this situation.

Getting drunk at a neighbourhood party instigated the 
events that started when my wife, Alice, took advantage 
of the situation when we got home and asked me to tell 
her my hidden desires. It was then that I confessed 
that I longed to be the submissive partner to a strong 
and dominant woman. Since I am not blessed with a 
sizable penis, she thought she could suggest a way that 
we both could be satisfied, as long as we both agreed 
and one which wouldn't affect our marriage. 

That is why, when she decided to let the husband of a 
close couple be the man who cuckolded me, it solved the 
issue of keeping the activity private, having a single 
partner who was clean, and someone whose company she 
enjoyed. Alice explored the idea to see how Mark's wife 
would be affected if she took him as a lover. It was 
pure luck that she and Mark are also very much in love 
but that she had a very low sex drive and wished that 
Mark would not put so many sexual demands on her. 

When my wife begins a sexual episode she slips into her 
dominant self; she controls every aspect of our sexual 
life as long as we want to maintain this cuckold 
lifestyle. My wife has gotten the penis she needs to 
feel totally fulfilled by taking her lover to bed. 
Mark's penis is 7-1/2 inches long and thick. 

Alice says that the feeling she gets when he penetrates 
her is absolutely beyond description. When he's fully 
within her, she feels really stretched as well as 
feeling him hit her cervix when he pushes deep inside. 
This is something I cannot ever provide for her and, in 
her dominant mode, she mockingly tells me so. If we 
didn't have this cuckold relationship, Alice has told 
me that she could probably live with me giving her 
orgasms with my fingers or mouth but that it wouldn't 
be the same.

I am a normal male when I am not participating in the 
cuckold activity. But in sexual matters my wife takes 
total control. I am allowed to penetrate my wife with 
my small penis only three times a year, my birthday, 
mid-summers day, and New Years Eve. Since my wife 
either masturbates me or I masturbate myself 
frequently, I have the same sexual frequency as if we 
did the normal thing. The difference is the she directs 
my masturbation. I sometimes consume my cum.

So there you have it. Something we both get a kick 
from. I have to play by the rules and Alice gets to 
direct and control the arrangement. Mark and I never 
mention the matter to each other when we meet and 
neither does Alice and Mark's wife. The arrangement has 
never been brought up when the four of us meet for a 
social evening together. It is an arrangement which 
suits us all well.

Generally, there are two scenarios which I am subjected 
to. The first is what I've just explained in some 
detail above. Mark is invited round for the evening and 
I have to go out somewhere and not return before an 
appointed time. Sometimes I get a couple of days notice 
and sometimes, like today, I get told when I return 
from work and have to shower and change in double quick 
time to get out before Mark arrives. I'm never asked 
where I go or if I've been able to grab something to 
eat.

Today is different however and the least frequent of 
the two possibilities. It is also the one I always get 
notice for. Tonight, Mark is coming around for dinner 
with us both and will then stay for the night. It is 
the scenario I like the best.

When I get home on such an evening, Alice has made a 
particular effort on her already lovely appearance. Her 
skirt is shorter than usual, making the most of her 
well shaped legs. Also, she wears a close fitting top, 
usually with no bra underneath, accentuating her firm 
and well shaped breasts and making the nipples 
prominent. The table is set for three and the meal is 
almost completely prepared. I shower and change and 
generally make myself useful selecting the wine and 
clearing any dishes that need washing and putting away. 

We are usually both ready about 10 minutes before Mark 
is due to arrive (he is never early) so we sit and chat 
over a glass of well chilled white wine. At the agreed 
time, we both hear his car draw up and Alice gets up to 
great him while I clear up the glasses.

I hear the door open, a muffled greeting and then the 
door close. Then there is silence for half a minute or 
so before they both enter the room. Alice looks radiant 
and clearly excited by the intimate greeting they had 
shared in the hallway. Mark looks like a man in control 
as he shakes my hand and proffers a bottle of wine. I 
thank him and then return to the kitchen to return with 
three glasses of wine. They are sat side by side on the 
sofa holding hands. I hand around the glasses and we 
three spend a convivial 20 minutes or so making 
friendly conversation before Alice announces that 
dinner will be about ready.

As she moves about, it is clear how affected she is to 
have Mark about and also me in the situation I have 
been relegated to. Her whole being takes on a 
flirtatious air, her eyes sparkle, and she moves 
provocatively to accentuate her shorter skirt and tight 
top. Her nipples are noticeably erect and she takes the 
opportunity to lightly touch Mark at any time she finds 
herself near him.

As Alice has prepared the meal, I slip into the role of 
benign host, ensuring that the wine flows, clearing the 
dishes from the table, helping to serve our guest and 
generally being more in the background as Alice and 
Mark spend the evening over a candlelit dinner. 

The conversation flows as it does between three 
friends. As the meal draws to a close, I clear the 
table once more and make the coffee. When I return with 
it, they are in conversation, their hands lightly 
touching. We make conversation over coffee and liquors 
until conversation mutually slows. When it eventually 
stops, I rise from the table.

'I'll clear the table and stack the dishwasher,' I say.

I take a few of the plates and head for the kitchen. By 
the time I've rinsed them and put the first load in the 
dishwasher and return for the remainder, Alice and Mark 
have gone.

I busy myself stacking the washer and clearing the 
table, putting out the lights and securing the house. 
As I start up the stairs I can hear the faint sound of 
Alice's laughter coming from the bathroom as they 
shower together. The door to our bedroom is open and I 
can see items of their clothing scattered on the floor. 

I turn and go to my room. I use the shower in the small 
bathroom and climb naked into bed, leaving my door 
slightly ajar but switching off the light. The landing 
is lit only from the light spilling out from our 
bedroom. What happens to that light dictates the sort 
of night I may have.

Most times it will slowly disappear as the door to our 
bedroom is quietly closed. Then I lay awake, straining 
to catch any sound coming from the room. Sometimes, I 
can hear movement, sometimes nothing at all. I lay 
there awake, my imagination running wild and knowing I 
will find sleep only when I have masturbated.

Then there are the other times, like tonight.

I heard movement and then the door of their bathroom 
close, then movement again followed shortly afterwards 
by the spilled light on the landing increasing. The 
door of our bedroom had been opened wider. I waited a 
few seconds and then quietly got out of bed, pulled my 
door further open and returned to bed. From our bedroom 
I heard soft voices but nothing distinct; then movement 
and then quiet. After a few moments, I heard soft 
noises and then mutterings and then a sharp intake of 
breath followed soon afterwards by short gasps. After a 
couple of minutes or so there were gasps and grunts as 
Mark started to make love to my wife.

I lay naked on top of my bed. It was such a turn-on to 
listen to them. Alice became much louder as she was 
roused and started to talk in short, staccato gasps as 
she urged Mark on. Initially it was telling him how she 
loved him to suck her breasts, and clearly enjoying it 
as he responded to her wishes. This went on for several 
minutes when it went silent for a short while before 
starting up again, but this time with a deep 
sensuality.

'Do it,' I clearly heard her demand.

I smiled in the darkness with a perverse satisfaction. 
She'd told him to go down on her, something she adored 
above all else. The slight problem was, he didn't care 
for it but he had no choice. He hasn't yet fully 
realised that she rules us both.

'Oh, yes,' I clearly heard her whisper, followed by a 
long low moan. 

What followed for several minutes was the sound of her 
urging him on, telling him not to stop, her speech 
coming in gasps. I was sure I could hear the wetness of 
her under the ministration of his tongue. This 
continued for some while, steadily increasing in 
loudness and urgency. Then it changed.

'Don't stop! she gasped, which meant only one thing. 
With a low moan and then almost a shout, she came.

Alice having an orgasm is a noisy business. She doesn't 
do it by halves. She shouts and squirts at the same 
time uttering a stream of obscenities as the spasms 
wrack her. This time was no exception and I got a 
little satisfaction as I heard Mark splutter as he was 
caught out by the initial squirt. Alice made a noise 
for a while and then settled down to a low moan as her 
orgasm tailed off. There was a few seconds pause as she 
finally went quiet, and then she spoke.

'Come inside me.'

I waited in anticipation, almost in agony to be called.

Once, some time ago, after Alice had orgasmed, she 
called me. When I entered the room, she was kneeling on 
the bed, her fine arse arched high. Behind her knelt 
Mark, his large and hard penis standing out 
horizontally. He looked at me but said nothing. He was 
obviously uneasy with my presence, but the choice 
wasn't his. Alice spoke.

'Help Mark into me,' she said.

She raised her arse slightly to expose her soaked 
pussy. Wordlessly, I reached for Mark's cock and held 
it as she moved back onto the head of it. She hesitated 
and then pushed down, taking about an inch of it into 
her. She hesitated, lifted off and then back down 
again, taking in about two inches. As she lifted off 
again, I noticed that love juice was literally flowing 
from her and onto his cock. She went back down again, 
paused as I moved my hand, and then taking in the full 
length of him. I watched, fascinated. Now I was going 
to be allowed to watch. However, it was not to be.

'Go back to your room now,' said Alice.

I stood and left the room with as much dignity as a 
naked man with an erection was able and whose wife was 
just about to be fucked by another man. I meekly closed 
the door.

Sadly though, it was not going to happen tonight. As my 
anticipation was at its highest, I heard movement and 
then a sharp intake of breath as he entered her 
followed by a couple of gasps as he gave two rapid 
thrusts (something he always does according to Alice). 
Then he started to fuck her. I don't know how long they 
went on for, but it felt like an age. It was made more 
exciting by the sounds Alice made. She was absolutely 
shameless. 

A stream of obscenities, begging to be fucked, shouts 
for more cock, calls to go harder, yelps as I heard a 
sharp smack of a hand on her arse, begging to be fucked 
like a dog, it went on and on, the sound of his body 
slapping into her as he drove harder and harder onto 
her. The short silences as they changed position and 
then started again. How I envied his stamina (and his 
penis).

The sound of his strokes got quicker and shorter and I 
heard Alice egging him on, her voice now strained as 
she tried to rein back her orgasm, waiting for Mark. 
Then, a final gasp from Alice, followed by a long, low 
groan from Mark as he started to come. As he did so, 
Alice let go with a strained cry and he almost 
bellowing as he filled my wife. They seemed to go on 
for some time before they went quiet.

In the silence, however much I tried to suppress it, my 
anticipation rose again. I waited in exquisite agony in 
the silence. Things could now go one of two ways.

Then, the sound of movement: I heard footsteps. I held 
my breath; were they going to close their door, the one 
way things could go? There was a pause, and then 
footsteps on the landing, heading towards my room. 
Things were going the other way.

Alice stood framed in the doorway naked, lit only by 
the light spilling out from their room. She walked over 
to my bed, her right hand held down in front of her, 
her generous labia held closed between her fingers. She 
stood by the bed looking down at me; nothing was said. 
She bent over and kissed me lightly on the lips, still 
with her hand in front of her. In acceptance of this 
private ritual, I moved down the bed until my head was 
well clear of the headboard. 

Alice then knelt on the bed and then, still holding her 
labia closed, lifted her leg and bestrode my head, 
facing down the length of my body. The scent of their 
lovemaking hung heavily around her as the inside of her 
thighs and her pubis were wet. She leant forwards, 
supporting her weight firstly on her free arm and then, 
letting go of her labia, she took her weight on both 
arms and lowered her wet pussy to within an inch of my 
face. I waited.

After a few seconds, a thread of Mark's cum leaked from 
her; as it reached my lips, Alice leaned forwards and 
took my penis into her mouth. The action served to open 
her labia and his cum flooded out and into my grateful 
open mouth. I loved this best of all, the quantity, the 
freshness, the warmth, the taste and scent of them both 
and my penis in Alice's mouth.

Alice knows me well and is alert for the signs that I 
am going to cum; cumming in her mouth isn't an option. 
She lifted her head as I was about to cum and stroked 
me by hand, at the same time lowering herself fully 
onto my mouth. It was bliss! My face buried in her wet 
pussy and she stroking me as I came, my gasps muffled 
by her labia. There is nothing as erotic.

As I calmed down, I felt Alice tense her muscles to 
eject the last of Mark's cum for me to take. I 
gratefully took the last precious drops, not knowing 
when I'd be allowed to do this again. I ran my tongue 
towards her anus but she lifted away before I could get 
there. She lifted clear of me and then swivelled around 
and kissed me on the forehead.

'Goodnight my love,' she said.

I fleetingly thought of the possibility that Alice 
might return in the morning as she had once before. 
Then, she had come into my room and wordlessly bent to 
kiss me. As she did, she pushed her tongue into my 
mouth, thereby releasing her mouthful of Mark's cum 
into mine. Perhaps she'd do it again in the morning.

It was then that I noticed Mark stood in the doorway 
leaning against the doorframe as he watched. My 
thoughts of such a thing vanished.

Nobody spoke. Alice moved away from my bed. 

Mark, almost casually, heaved himself upright and 
walked to the side of my bed. I looked up at him, 
pausing to glance at his heavy but flaccid and wet 
penis and the matted and soaked pubic hair around its 
root. Whilst rapidly trying to figure out the change in 
our routine, in one fluid moment he first knelt on the 
bed and then bestrode me facing the head of the bed his 
now seemingly huge penis a few inches from my face. He 
waited, as did Alice and I. Then the cells in my brain 
made connections and I realised.

In silent obedience, I opened my mouth...

END

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