My Cuck Fantasy Ch. 02

Follow up to same story, but this time its from my wifes perspective (as made up by me).
If you dont like Cuckold Themes, please stay clear. For the rest, enjoy.

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The door bell rang out through the house like a church bell. Too loud! With the kids at my parents for the weekend, and my husband not due home for an hour it was still too loud. Embarrassingly loud in my mind as I knew who was on the other side of the door and I felt guilty for them even being here.

The bell rang out again as I stood, frozen, staring at the inside of the front door as the bell declared to the whole world the arrival of my guest.

I jumped too as the trend of electronic ringing was broken by the dull contrasting knocking of his knuckles on the outside of the door. His hand was just inches from me, separated only by the timbers that gave the illusion of home security.

As I reached for the handle my mind searched for what to say. I had already explained the situation on the phone. He had seemed ok with the plan, but had that all been pretense? Was he here to ridicule me? Or perhaps he was here in the hope he would leave after taking more than I had offered him?

The door knocked again impatiently in unison with further declarations from the bell and then all was silent. I gasped and drew back my hand, wondering what to do. Could I really open the door to my family home and let in the man who had meant so much to me in high school? I closed my eyes searching for the answers and then I heard the diminishing sound of his footsteps walking away.

"Wait" I cried out as urgency took over my decision making process and I swiftly opened the front door.

With his back to me, the tall broad figure slouched forward to open the door of his car.

"JUSTIN WAIT!" I called out even louder, letting the whole neighborhood know who was in my drive. That thought slowly sank in and became real and incriminating as my eyes darted up and down the street. Children playing, lawn mower man mowing, neighbor cleaning his car, all seemed to be looking into my heart and judging me. Judging what I was planning.

I stepped backwards to within the comfort of the door way and watched. Justin had stopped and stood upright. His figure was different. He was taller now than back then. Time spent working for the mines had changed his build in many ways.

Slowly he turned, looked at me, and smiled. Even from the end of the drive I could now see familiarity in his face. I began to warm inside, inside my heart, and after 10 years of marriage to Kris, I was truly happy to see the face of another man.

Without saying a word, he walked up to me and into my home.

The next hour or two was awkward. We caught up on some gossip of other friends. General chit chat that you'd expect from 2 friends who hadn't seen each other since school. Kids, jobs, homes, places, a whole third of our lives was covered in only 2 hours of superficial talk.

Having wisely brought my favorite red wine with him however had helped me start to relax. I always told my husband I didn't like to drink more than a glass because too much wine just makes me feel sleepy. If only he knew the truth. I couldn't possibly drink more than 1 or 2 glasses because when I do, I loose all restraint. All my moral upbringing gets forgotten in a strange blurry euphoria as the real me begins to escape and make up for lost time. So sitting there in my kitchen, in the place I would normally be busily trying to cook my husbands meal for the evening, there I sat, slurping on my 4th glass as I began to find the suppressed memories of Justin rising up as I stared into his green eyes. As I looked up and down at his laborers body.

"You look Good Nikki" he said, his words finally standing out against the dull background noise that had been our conversation.

"Thanks. You too." I replied as the reality of the situation began to sit comfortably with my inner self as she prepared to escape and party before once again being cruelly caged in societies molding.

"So," he began with a smile that was so familiar "so you are sure about this?"

"yes, well no." I stumbled "but yes. He said it's what he wanted and, well it wouldn't feel right with a stranger so..."

"So here I am" He said with a giggle. "Oh my word who would have thought, my Nikki growing up to be such a fine family woman, so dedicated that you'd even do this for your husband."

So that was that. We were finally onto the main topic, the main reason I had invited my high school sweet heart into my home. With things in the open I began to lay down the rules.

"Ok, you can tell how nervous I am. I really don't know how this is going to go but I have an idea in mind. But yes, as I told you on the phone, Kris has expressed more and more his... well he said he gets pleasure from seeing my pleasure so... well he would really like to see me kissing and fondling with another man."

"Just like old times then" Justin quipped.

It would indeed be just like old times. I had been in love with Justin and circumstance had separated us. Two lives. Two countries. It just kind of ended. But being the church girl I had been brought up to be, we had never had sex. Yes we'd done nearly everything else, but we never had sex. I was a virgin until my wedding day, and even now, the only reason I'd agreed to this idea was because Kris had said that "kissing and touching would be enough" and so, in my justification, I would still only be giving myself completely to my husband.

"Please Justin, it's important we agree now. We can kiss. We can touch. But that's all."

I was a little taken back when he leaned forward and took my hands in his. Looking into my eyes he spoke as softly as he used to. "I know. I wasn't kidding. It WILL be just like old times. I'm so glad you felt you could ask me to do this for you Nikki. What ever you want, that's all I'll do. What ever you want."

His repetition and emphasis on "you" struck something deep inside me. I was in control. Tonight I was in control of myself, my husband, and my ex-boy friend. With that in mind I finished my glass and proceeded to pour another.

Over the next 20 minutes Justin and myself went over the plan, the cues, the rules, the wine. All seemed to be in place and I was becoming more and more at ease. We were once again like naughty teenagers, out for a laugh and full of life and excitement. It had been so long since I had felt like that. Like a happy kid with no cares.

I got myself changed into one of Kris's favorite outfits. He likes to call it my "mistress costume". Knee high black leather boots, a short black skirt, and a front lace up black leather bra-top. I overdid the makeup more than usual too. Nice dark eye shadow, with bright red lipstick. Kids had been a challenge for my body, but 5 years on, my stomach had flattened out nicely, and my breasts, which I consider to be too big, still naturally held themselves up, showing off my cleavage to the world. I had had a leg wax only 1 week before and as I zipped up the boots, my hand trailed up my thigh, testing the smooth skin of my best asset. I had always known I had killer legs. Justin had let me know, as had my husband after him. Killer legs supporting my pert bottom.

Justin came into the room and caught me checking myself out.

"You've still got it" he smiled. "How is he going to keep his hands off?"

"Well it was his idea and I guess I'll have to remind him" I replied. I looked at Justin. I could have kissed him right then. I could have hugged him and fallen asleep in his arms. It may have just happened that way but the sudden sound of keys in the front door brought me screaming back to reality and almost shocked me sober. Of course, my husband. I'm married. I'm married and my ex boyfriend is in the bedroom.

"Oh no it's him!" I let out as the reality of what I was about to do hit me hard in the face. "quick, get in there" I said as I opened the double mirrored door to our walk in robe and ushered Justin in. "Now shhhhh" I said as I shut the door and leant my back against it to catch my breath.

At that moment Kris stepped in to the bedroom.

"Hi Honey" he said without looking at me, obviously tired after a full days work. "How was your day?..." he questioned with a hint of genuine interest as his eyes traveled round the room until they found me. He stood bolt upright, staring at my state of dress as he finished his sentence "...and who's is the car in the drive way? Nicky? What's going on?"

I stepped forward and embraced him, kissing his lips which lay dormant and questioning.

"I want to treat you Honey. Stip off for me and lie on the bed. Please?"

Now you must understand my Kris is a red blooded male. He no doubt had questions in his mind, but he, in his words, was always horny. This had put pressure on me in the early days of our life together, but now as a woman, just over 30, approaching my peek according to the magazines in the hair dressers, I was becoming more than willing to feed his lust for me, and often disappointed at his lack of staying power. It was only recently I had began to question, openly with him, whether we were "doing it right" and "is there more to have if we just kept on going?". The realization that perhaps my husband was one of those "premature ejaculators" had crept in also, but being the good man he is, he never left me high and dry, no matter what method was needed to bring me to orgasm. Even if it meant watching me with my vibrator, while kissing me, lying in his own mess.

Within moments he was lying on the bed naked, his cock hard and in his hand.

"No" I insisted. "I want you to only tease your nipples. I want to put on a show for you".

I watched as he licked his two index fingers and proceeded to rub at his nipples with his nails. His cock bobbed and strained for attention, but I knew he liked to be teased. He could do this for ages, but would always result in an instant eruption the moment he was allowed to masturbate.

I began to slow dance to music in my head, as I ran my hands down, over my leather breasts, looking him in the eye, as I caressed my cleavage, teasing at the lace fastening in front, and proceeding down to my legs. Drawing my hands up my inner thigh I stared at him as he pinched his nipples hard and gasped. My skirt rose up, giving a glimpse of my trimmed pussy.

I turned towards the mirror, almost forgetting what was behind. Tugging the lace, I let the bra-top fall from my shoulders and on to the floor. Turning back to face Kris, I let my hands tease their way down to my skirt again, my breasts swinging free.

I looked at him with my naughty school girl look as I hooked my thumbs into my skirt and slid it down slowly, turning away again in my dance, as I pushed it past my bottom, pushing my cheeks towards him to give him a better view.

Dancing there for my husband in nothing but my makeup and leather boots, I could have forgotten about the surprise in the wardrobe. I danced a little more, turning a few times, before facing the mirror to once again admire myself.

I began to play with my breasts, enjoying the solitude of masturbation, while being excited by being watched. Watched by myself and my husband. And then I stood. Hesitant. Not sure anymore. Not sure if this is what I wanted. Not sure if this is what he wanted.

I turned to him and asked "Do you think I'm sexy?"

"Oh yeah" he responded, gasping for attention as he tugged and teased his nipples raw. He was obviously enjoying the show and ready for his finale.

I turned back to the mirror, and after a brief hesitation, it began.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall? Who is the sexiest of them all?" I asked.

I heard Kris giggle behind me for a brief second before being cut off.

"Why you are of course Nikki. You always were", boomed Justin's voice from the closet.

I couldn't dare look round at Kris for fear of his reaction, so I stayed facing away from him, resigning myself to the next step.

The door swung open and Justin stepped out bold as brass. He looked at me, nearly naked as I was. Would he still find me attractive? I was not 18 anymore. Would he still want me? Surely a man like him, a hard working miner, had no time for a 30 year old married mother. Surely he would prefer 20 minutes with a top shelf magazine than be attracted to me again?

He stepped forward and embraced me. We hugged and I felt safe. I felt complete again. His hug was not forceful or lusty, but warm and reassuring. I rested my head against his hard chest and melted into him. I don't know how, but we had turned slightly, no doubt giving Kris a side on view as I looked up at last into Justin's eyes.

Justin said nothing as his head lowered slightly. Without realizing, I found myself craning my own neck, bringing my lips towards his, eager to meet in the middle just like old times.

We pecked each other awkwardly and drew back. Without a word we tried again and our lips molded as we kissed.

Justin's lips were so soft. There was no rush in his kiss as we gently pulsed against each other, unlike poor Kris's eager attempts to eat my face every kiss.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment, as I opened my mouth expecting him to take the invitation. But Justin really was just enjoying the kiss. I found myself pulling back and letting my tongue out into full view as it flicked teasingly across Justin's lips, encouraging their surrender until he finally opened up, and burying myself within him, our mouths once again clasped each others.

The kiss became more intense. Suddenly more impatient as our tongues sort to out-do each others in finding the sensitive spots and eliciting moans of pleasure from the opponent.

As we reluctantly drew back from each other my tongue again flicked and teased his mouth as we pecked momentary good-byes. I could feel the huge grin on my face, but as I turned towards Kris, my naked butt pushed close towards Justin as his hands held their clasp now around my front, I felt my face drop to a more serious, tentative gaze.

"Is this REALLY what you want to see?" I asked Kris.

He was silent. His mouth open. His hands motionless. His cock harder than I had ever witnessed. It was an erotic sight, and yet a sorry one all at the same time. His years of encouraging me in this venture had perhaps backfired on him? Perhaps he had expected me to fulfill his dirty fantasy with a complete stranger? Who knows. All I knew was I was now offering him what he wanted, and at the same time, now offering him an out.

"Well?" I invited, with a distinct impatience in my voice.

He almost looked as if he were about to say something and then he was entranced by watching us. I could feel Justin's hands stroking my belly as they slowly crept up my front, teasing the area under my breasts until at last, each hand secured itself to each tit and began to squeeze and rub.

I couldn't help but let out my sudden pleasure with a loud "ooooohhh" as my head rested back on his chest. I looked for Justin's eyes, expecting him to lean down to kiss me, but there wasn't time to find him before my eyes closed themselves and I was lost in the feelings assaulting my body.

Just when I thought it was all too much and I couldn't take any more pleasure, Justin's lips stroked against my neck as he nuzzled into me and began kissing the spot that Kris could never seem to find. At that moment I was back in high school, behind the bike racks, being the naughty school girl off with Justin again, kissing and playing around. It all came flooding back.

"oh you remembered" I heard myself saying as his lips and tongue went to work on me.

"Not a day has gone by when I haven't though about you" Justin announced to the room.

I couldn't deny it any longer. I was lost in the past with my first love and I had to let him know how I felt.

"Me too. I missed you so much" I tried to whisper, but with my arousal it must have been clearly audible to Kris.

I almost screamed with pleasure as I felt Justin suck my skin between his teeth, giving me a reassuringly familiar love bite.

"Oh YES Justin" I cried out "you DO remember. He NEVER gets that right."

I couldn't believe what I'd just said, but I also didn't care. Kris had tried so hard so many times to give me love bites but most of the time we had ended up either in fits of giggles at his attempts, or with me pulling away from the pain. But Justin was a pro at these. His mouth matched my neck. Like two pieces of a puzzle we matched and joined in an erotic bond.

My pussy was aching to be touched and my hands quickly began their natural duty as I found my wetness and began spreading it to my clit. My legs parted as I tried to stay standing while giving myself better access.

Justin's sucking became more intense as one hand left my breast and found my own hand playing happily in a pool of love juice. We rubbed each others fingers with my wetness until we were both in a sensual massage of each others hands and fingers, as well as my pussy and clit, with my natural cream lubricating us both.

But now life was different. Back at school Justin and me could do things like this for hours, knowing that was all we could do. But now I was older, and I knew all too well where this kind of play should lead. No doubt Justin had also tasted the forbidden fruits of the world. I was being unfair to him. How could I tease him again after all these years? But no, I was married now. How could I cheat on my husband? How could I do it with him watching? I had to remind Justin of the rules some how. I had to remind him and myself.

"Just kissing and touching remember Justin?" I managed to utter as I found his lips with my own.

But I had felt him behind me. Felt him undo his belt somehow and could feel his knees moving in and out to shake his pants to the floor.

I felt his erection creep between my butt cheeks. I ached for him. I wanted him. At last my butt rested on his stomach again and I could feel his full length between my cheeks and thighs. Oh my God he was big. I glanced down and could see the head poke out slightly in front of my clit. I teased the head with my hand and his own as we continued to play with my pussy juices. I gasped as it twitched and I couldn't help myself. With my husband watching intently, I began to wank Justin's cock with my thighs, pushing that bulb head over and over my clit as the shaft eased to and fro between my pussy lips. I could feel every bump, every vain as it pulsed over me again and again.

This would work. I could bring Justin and myself over the edge like this. Kris never lasted long under these conditions. He would be spent in moments. I could do this and it would all be over and my husbands fantasy would be fulfilled. Yes I was in control of all of us.

But how different would it be with Justin? I couldn't help but wonder. If even kissing and foreplay had been this good, this intense, how much more would making love to him be?

No I thought. I cant! But then I realized what was happening. Justin was now the one wanking me. He was trusting that huge cock over my pussy faster and harder, gripping me and taking control.

"Just kissing!" I protested "mmmmm, and touch...... oh... touch me... oh Justin".

As I cried out his name I felt my heart surrender a little more. I was in control of my husband, but Justin was in control of me.

"Haven't you wondered what it would have been like?" He asked, reading my mind, reading the way my whole body was riding his every thrust as I tried to grip him tighter and tighter between my lips. "Nikki, I still love you."

"mmmm oooohhhhh" I moaned as both my body and heart began to receive the attention they both needed so much. "No we mustn't. We can't Justin" I protested weakly, in a lusty gasp.

"Do you love me Nikki?" he asked, knowing what my answer would be. He rubbed his cock hard against me, sucking down on that spot on my neck, giving me every pleasure possible without penetration as he waited on my answer.