Cuckolded by a Little Old Man Part Three (fm:cuckold, 1746 words) [3/4] show all parts

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It had been a week since my conservative wife, Sandra, had been taken by Terry. We didn't talk about it. Almost as if it hadn't happened at all.

The house was quieter than ever. Tension hung in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. I decided I would take her out to dinner that evening. A surprise. She would love that. Maybe then we could talk about the elephant in the room and move on. It didn't happen. She came home looking exhausted and simply took a shower and watched television. I was getting depressed.

Terry hadn't contacted me since that night, but that wasn't unusual. He only messaged me when he wanted to be serviced. Usually, once a week. I wasn't supposed to contact him.

Now it was Saturday morning. I occupied myself with cleaning up the garage, that is until my text notification went off at ten o'clock, momentarily startling me. It simple said eleven thirty. I showered and dressed, and left for Terry's apartment. He expected me to be on time.

Upon arrival at Terry's, I simply walked in. No need to knock. He always left it open for me. He was sitting in his chair, mostly naked, with just a dirty old wife beater shirt on. I took my shoes off and kneeled down in front of him. He had has semi-rigid cock in his hand. A cock ring around its base, stroking it. He stared down at me and simple said, "Suck it faggot." I complied. After several minutes of me slobbering over his cock, a soft knock came on the door. I looked up at Terry. I wasn't supposed to stop once I started unless he said so. He looked down at me and said, "bedroom closet now and be quiet".

I quickly went into Terry's room, got in the closet, and sat down on the little stool he kept there just for occasions such as this. Once before, I had to stay in there for an hour while Terry fucked some other guy. I sometimes wondered if maybe someone had been in there while he fucked me. Maybe there always was.

I could hear voices coming from his living room, it was a very small apartment after all. Moments later, I saw Terry come into the room. Still dressed the same with just his dirty old wife beater shirt on. I could just see through the slats of the closet door. Walking behind him to my shock was my beautiful conservative wife, Sandra.

She was supposed to be in the next town over visiting her mom. Yet here she was. On top of that, she was wearing the same dress as last week when Terry had fucked her. High heels included. The only difference was now she also had on thigh high black stockings. Not what she had been wearing when she had left the house earlier that morning, and it certainly wasn't appropriate wear for midday on a Saturday. It made her look like a slut. Something a prostitute would wear working a corner late at night. During the day, she couldn't possibly stand out more unless she had been naked. I was flabbergasted.

Terry sat down at the edge of his bed. His cock getting much harder as he slowly stroked it. He looked at her and she looked at him. "I can't believe I'm here. Is this what you wanted me to wear?" Sandra asked. He looked up at her, grinning.

"You want this, don't you?" he said as he stroked his hardening cock. The flaring, purplish mushroom head looked menacing. It looked bigger than ever. Like a predator about to finish its prey.

Sandra stood there quietly. Looking anxious but nervous and shy. She didn't make a sound as he stroked his cock. He grinned at her for a moment. Ending the silence, he spoke, "You called me." he stated. "Just like I knew you would. You want what I gave you last week? Is that the only time you ever had a real orgasm?" he asked.

She bit her lip. Staring at him. "Yes." she said. " I never had an orgasm before from penetration. I never knew it could be like that. I want to try it again. But you need to wear a condom. It's risky for me. I'm not on the pill."

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Jennifer writes Tue 21 Jan 2025 09:04:

I am enjoying this series and would like to read more. You are speaking to one of my biggest fantasies

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