A long weekend

[lateagain]

Hello All, I'm a long-time lurker who hasn't had much to add since I joined this site, so here's my first and very long post. This is very much a first draft, I haven't written a story since school, but had great fun doing it. Any advice would be great.

Obviously fantasy, It has everything in it bar the kitchen sink, so you'll need to suspend believe a bit. It was written in lots of different sittings, so apologies for any lack of continuity, changes in style, bad grammar, hack punctation.

Anyway, here it is, be gentle!

A long weekend

Chapter 1

7.20 pm and we were gliding down the auto route towards the Loire valley. We’d finally got round to taking our planned long weekend away. My wife Alyson was chatting away about her day at work while I was trying to concentrate on the road.

‘This is going to be so much fun’ she said turning to smile at me ‘our first weekend away, just the two of us’.

It was true, all year we’d had family holidays which we’d enjoyed, but we needed a bit of time just us. I didn’t reply, I just put my hand on her thigh and gave it a stroke.

Alyson was dressed in jeans and T-shirt, looking cute with her dark brown hair framing her radiant face. She’d been dieting for the last 6 months and had lost a lot of weight, fortunately she still had curves in all the right places.

We arrived at our small family guest house that I’d booked on Tripadvisor a month ago, it looked just our style, small, friendly and a bit quirky.

Alyson booked in while I carried the luggage up to our room on the first floor, it was simple, with wooden beams, and a balcony overlooking the gardens below. It wasn’t so late, but we were both tired from the journey, so when Alyson came up to the room and announced that she was ready for bed I didn’t argue. She curled up in my arm wearing her knickers and a T-shirt, and was soon snoring peacefully. I was hoping for maybe a little bit more, but I too drifted off in minutes.

We woke up late, too much work recently had left us exhausted, and it was nice to just have a lie-in and not worry about having stuff to do.
‘We’re not going to see anything at this rate’ complained Alyson, and before I knew it we were showered, dressed and in the car. We spent a lovely day, our first for a long time alone, walking around the chateau hand in hand. we’d stopped for a light lunch. The weather was unseasonably warm and Alyson was wearing a low-cut t-shirt and jeans. I was proud that she was on my arm. I couldn’t help noticing a couple of other men checking her out. Alyson seemed not to notice.

By late afternoon we were tired and in need if a break, so we headed back to the guesthouse for a pre-dinner glass of wine.

I sat on the balcony drinking a glass of Chinon while Alyson took a shower. We’d booked a table in the village at a low key but very well respected restaurant.

‘What shall I wear tonight?’ Alyson asked from behind me, as she reached over and stole my glass. She planted a kiss on my neck and walked back into the bedroom. ‘What did you bring?’ I called after her.

‘I bought a new dress, wanna see it’

I followed her into the room, hoping to get my glass back. She turned to me and dropped the bath towel she’d been wearing. I saw that she’d carefully shaved her legs and trimmed back her pussy hair. She pulled the dress out of her case, it was green, very sexy.

‘What are you going to wear under it’ I enquired

She held up a small pair of black, lacy knickers.

‘Is this O.K?’ ‘Now, go back to your wine and let me finish getting ready’

I returned to the balcony and polished off 2 more glasses before I heard her call ‘I’m ready’




I was stunned when I walked back into the room, my wife, who very rarely wore make up, except for work had done herself up beautifully, her lips were red, her eyes lined lightly in black, her green dress had given her a cleavage that I wanted to get lost in. Her legs were covered with a pair of black tights and she wore light brown knee high boots to complete the ensemble.

‘Ooo, you look fantastic’ I breathed heavily ‘Hope I get luckier tonight’

She frowned at me ‘Sorry about last night, I was exhausted’

‘Never mind I was only joking, the drive wiped me out too’

I moved to touch her, thinking I might be able to take advantage before we left. Moving her dress up I noticed that she wasn’t wearing tights, but stockings. ‘That was supposed to be a surprise, now don’t mess up my make-up, don’t worry you’ll get plenty of chance later’ she said pushing me away.

We left the guest house just before 8, were wished a good evening by the owner on the way out, and walked the 50m to the restaurant, this had been one of the reasons for our choice of destination; good food, walking distance from our bed, no need for driving or taxis.

The restaurant was chic, but cosy. The menu looked simple, but in typical French fashion, hid what turned out to be a fantastic meal. Elegantly presented, classic, but with original twists. By desert we both wore big smiles ‘Wow’ ‘That was amazing’ said Alyson. I could tell she was pleased, she even started to stroke my knee under the table. ‘Maybe you’ll get luckier tonight’ she teased.

I stood at the bar finishing my glass of wine, Alyson had gone outside for a cigarette. I was looking forward to paying, leaving and going back to the hotel to unwrap my wife. I heard laughter coming from the entrance. Alyson came back in smiling, ‘This is Gregoire’ she said, introducing me to a tall, stocky man in his mid-30s with shoulder length light brown hair, ‘He’s the owner’s brother, he’d like to buy us a drink’. I was a little irritated, wanting to leave quickly, but I graciously accepted his offer and we soon fell into conversation. He was amusing, knew the area well and gave us lots of good advice. Alyson seemed enthralled by him and couldn’t seem to tear her gave away. I didn’t say much, but smiled and laughed, in the right placed. I tried to unobviously keep an eye on Alyson; she was a little flushed with the alcohol, her breathing seemed a little quick which made her breasts rise and fall. I couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed them, and I saw that when she wasn’t looking he was taking quick glances down her dress.

‘Another bottle?’ Gregoire called to the barman who promptly uncorked it in front of us. I felt a little unsteady, but I happily took another glass. Alyson smiled at him, I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it but her nipples seemed to have hardened and were pushing against her dress. The alcohol was definitely kicking in and even Gregoire seemed to be more obvious in his regard.

He nudged me ‘I have to say it but your wife looks absolutely stunning in that dress’ ‘most of the clientele here are in their 60s, so it’s nice to have a bit of younger company once in a while’

Alyson protested ‘I’m not that much younger’, but her eyes never left his face as she basked in his complement. I could sense her moving away from me, bending slightly towards him. His thick fingers were on the counter and Alyson’s were only a couple of centimetres away. Alyson suddenly laughed and the gap closed; their fingers touched. No-one moved, Alyson glanced at me with a fleeting half-smile.

‘Just going to the toilet’ I murmured, although neither of them seemed to hear.

When I got into the toilets I quickly went into the only cubicle and locked the door. My wife was at the bar looking like she was going to hold another man’s hand in front of me. I knew that they’d go outside for another cigarette soon, maybe he’d try and kiss her. I was shaking, my breath was ragged. Maybe I was just imagining the chemistry, that was it. I pulled out my phone and tried to compose myself.

I sent a message – He’s cute, he really likes you, are you going to let him kiss you?

I waited, I didn’t know if she’d hear her phone or even if it was switched on. My phone buzzed, she’d answered.

- He’s gorgeous, I bet you’d like it if I kissed him…

My head buzzed with lust, alcohol and fear.

- O.K you can take him out for a cigarette and a snog if you wish

I waited a few seconds.

- And If I let him kiss me and he tries to touch me… ?

I wanted to see her face, to try to read her, was she just testing or teasing me?

- You look so pretty he won’t stop at a kiss, if you let him start he’ll be feeling your tits through your dress, do you thing you’ll want to stop there?

A minute passed and I knew I couldn’t wait in here forever. The phone buzzed.

- I don’t know if I’d want to stop, if I kiss him I might go further. I love you. Is that what you want?



I paused, typed my last response and sent it.

- I love you too, have fun, I’m going back to the hotel. I’ll see you when you get back.

I looked down at my trousers, which I’d subconsciously been touching in the place where my cock strained against them. My knees felt weak and I came suddenly, spurting cum inside my tented boxers. I quickly left, had a quick look back as I entered the bar and turned the corner to go back to the guesthouse. I saw Alyson giggling at Gregoire, their hands locked together. I’d given my wife to another man.

I rushed breathlessly back to the hotel, happily the owner wasn’t still up, so I didn’t have to explain where my wife was. I opened the door, entered and laid on the bed. What had I done?

I was shaking uncontrollably, the alcohol hit me and I felt a surge of panic. No, I was sure it wouldn’t really happen. Alyson would probably have another cigarette, then she’d be back, giggling about her toy boy. Happy that she’d flirted openly in front of me for the first time.

I unbuttoned my jeans, and slid my hand down into my sticky underwear. I was already hard again, simultaneously wanting her back in my arm and also wanting her to stay out later.

We’d both fantasised about this many times, I’d started introducing a bit of role-playing into our lovemaking just after we met; fantasy threesomes, games with sex toys. It had piqued our interest, and it started to become a regular thing. After nights out, or she’d been to the gym or even just to the supermarket, I’d ask her why she was so late, and she’d guilty confess to cheating on me. This always led to wild sex. Sometimes I’d tell her stories about her behaving badly, she loved it when I called her a ‘slut’ or worse. After a couple of years, I had a long list of fantasy encounters stored away, she’d been fucked in bars, bar toilets, train stations, parks, our shower, our bed, in cars, swimming pools, at work to name a few places. I noticed that she liked to fantasise about younger men, sometime very young, but she would happily take older too.

I looked at the clock it read 11.47. I’d left them about 20 minutes ago. I wondered what she was doing. After all the stories she’d told me I knew anything was possible.

For a long time, our fantasies stayed in the bedroom, occasionally she’d make a comment about someone, or I’d try to encourage her to go out with friends more often. Slowly it became more normal for it to be mentioned outside the bedroom. I eventually built up the courage to tell her directly. I confessed that I wanted her to fuck another man. She told me that she was interested, but that under no circumstance was I allowed to touch other women, I happily agreed, explaining that that had absolutely no interest for me. I reassured her, and she was happy to admit that she found the idea an enormous turn on, and if we were still in love as a couple, then why not? She said that it would only be with someone she was attracted to, and that it might take years to happen. I was relieved, it was out in the open, and my wife knew she had permission to play around if she wished. I still remember clearly when she said ‘I’ll never cheat on you, but I’m going to cuckold you. I’m going to tell you all about it, before and after’

Midnight passed, I knew the bar would be closed. 12.30 went by, my cock was sore from rubbing. One moment I knew she was in his bed; the next I was sure she’d walk back in with an explanation about staying in the bar for a last drink. By 3am it was obvious that I’d be sleeping alone, I slept in small bursts, dreaming of her, then waking to the realisation that she wasn’t there. Each moment that passed made it more unlikely that Alyson had resisted him.


It was 7.26am when I finally heard the door open, I hadn’t taken my eyes off the alarm for hours, wondering where she was, what she was doing and when she would be back in my arms.

She stood bolt upright in front of me, her hair was a tousled mess, obviously having spent the night rubbing against another man’s pillow. Her lipstick was non-existent. Her nipples stood out in a state of arousal against her dress, which I ‘d noticed had several stains, obviously of sperm, around her cleavage. I glance down told me she was still wearing stockings, but that they were laddered.

She looked me in the eyes, her face full of exhaustion and a warm glow which left it in absolutely no doubt that my wife, my Alyson had spent the night fucking, fucking another man.


‘I’ve been a really, really bad girl’ she stated, not moving, trying to judge what I was going to do.

‘Did you fuck him?’ I simply asked.

‘I fucked him, screwed him, and made love to him’ she said moving towards me.

‘It was brilliant’ she continued

She moved another step towards me and giving me a half smile, bit her lip and lifted her dress. I saw her knickers, damp with sex. She moved forward again, bringing her pussy closer to my face.


She pulled the dress off over her head and put her thumbs in the elastic of her knickers, ‘Do you want to see what he did to me?’

I could only croak ‘show me darling, show me what a slut you were’

She moved forward and slowly pulled down her panties, they were matted to her pussy, a long trace of cum stretched from her red swollen pussy to her knickers.

‘Did he make you cum?’ I begged her to answer.

‘I came so hard on his dick, I felt so turned on’ ‘I’m sure all the neighbours heard’ she giggled.


‘I suppose everyone in the village knows by now’ I said kissing her stomach.

‘I imagine so’ she pushed her toes down and moved her cunt up to my face.

I could smell the familiar scent of her hot cunt, mixed with a salty aroma; the sperm her lover had spent the night pumping into her.

‘Did he have a big cock?’ I waited, knowing that she frequently complained that mine was already too thick for her.

‘You wouldn’t believe’ she said ‘He was enormous, luckily I was ready for him!’

I kissed her puffy slit, starting to lick along it. I tasted Gregoire’s salty tang as I slowly pushed my tongue into her well stretched hole. ‘Gently’ she scolded ‘I’m pretty sore’.

‘That’s it ‘she continued ‘lick me out, lick his sperm out of me’

I pushed deeper and she squeezed, her lover’s cum filled my mouth. ‘Keep going’ Alyson shouted, pushing her cunt further over my face. She pushed herself forward, my tongue ran along between her legs.


‘lick it out, lick Greg’s seed out of me’

I got my tongue as far up her as I could and she came, came harder than I’d ever seen her before.

‘Wow’, she said ‘You might live to regret letting me do that’

‘I love you ‘was my only answer ‘I love you too’ ‘Thank you for tonight’ she responded.


‘You’re such a bad girl, I even bought you condoms in case you wanted to cheat on me’ I said softly.
‘I didn’t cheat’ she said ‘You gave me permission’ she replied dodging the issue.

‘It was months ago the last time I mentioned it, I wasn’t expecting it to happen so suddenly and on our romantic weekend away of all times’

‘Sorry, I just got carried away, I don’t have many opportunities at home and any way you didn’t seem to be trying to stop us’

‘Are you going to do it again?’ I asked. ‘I hope so’ she smiled.
‘With Gregoire?’ I waited. ‘I left him my number’ she stated blankly.
‘Do you hope he calls?’ There was a long pause.

‘I want him, I want to give myself to him again, I want to fuck him, I want to fuck him in our bed’, she gazed into my eyes ‘God, I’m such a slut’.


‘Now, do you want to hear about my night?’ she said massaging my hard on through my boxers.


‘From the very beginning’ I begged.

‘O.K, first of all if you send me texts from the toilets it’s pretty obvious who it’s from’ she smirked ‘Gregoire knew straight away, you might just as well have told him he could try to fuck me to his face’

I stayed silent, breathing deeply.

‘He took my hand and smiled deeply into my eyes, I was a little embarrassed, being left like that’ she mock scolded ‘Gregoire asked if I wanted a cigarette, and I nodded’

‘We went out into the garden and I had a quick check to see if you were spying on us, I was glad I couldn’t see you as I’d’ve felt too self-conscious to continue’

I was relieved as I’d considered the idea ‘I thought you’d prefer some space, baby’ I said.

‘He led me by the hand to the bench, it was dimly lit and quiet, I relaxed. He turned me to him put his finger to my cheek and stared deeply into my eyes. I blushed crimson as I felt my nipples harden with excitement and the cool night air. His hand moved behind my head and he pulled me towards him. We kissed passionately. His tongue was in my mouth, tasting of tobacco and alcohol. I pushed my tongue back into his, to encourage him, not that he needed it. She gave a short giggle.

‘You like that don’t you’ she peeked at me out of the corner of her eye. ‘You like it when your wife is bad’

I put my hand on hers to try and stop her making me cum too quickly.

‘I love you when you’re a naughty girl’ I held her hand and recovered my composure.

‘Go on, please’ I urged.

‘He obviously took this as a signal that he could try to go further if he wished, and I most certainly did wish it. I could feel my knickers getting damp as my pussy made itself ready for him. He decided to see if I’d let him feel my breasts, moving his hand from behind my neck, down my side, causing me to shiver. He continued, round my waist then up until he was touching the under wiring of my bra. His thumb started to caress my left bread, I gave out a slight sigh, encouraging him to move upwards until his thumb was circling my stiffened nipple.’

‘Did you think of me?’ I asked, suddenly curious.

‘Of course. It made me so turned on, there I was acting like a slut and my husband was waiting for me in our bed, probably stroking his cock. It made me feel like the most adored woman on earth’

Her hand moved inside my boxers. ‘Tell me to stop when you get too aroused, I don’t want you to cum yet’ She bit her lip.

He got bolder, cupping my breast, kissing down my neck my ear. He moved his hand to my dress strap and slowly pulled it down my shoulder. I didn’t try to stop him, on the contrary I moved my arms together to make it easier for him. He pushed down both straps, and there I was just in my bra in front of a strange man’

‘Wow, I’ve fantasised about that so much’ I interrupted.

‘Me too’ she smiled ‘although I haven’t mentioned it much recently’

‘His hands moved to me, they were larger than yours, he squeezed both my tits firmly, pushing them upwards, his fingers urgently searching in the lace until he found what he was looking for, then rolling my erect stiffness between his thumb and finger.’

She stopped touching me.

‘Until that moment I’d been selfishly concerning myself with my own desires, Grégoire was obviously as aroused as me and I felt him tremble slightly as I moved my hand down his muscular chest towards his jeans, his jeans which had a very large bulge.in them.’

‘I put my hand on it, it was warm through the denim, very hard, very big. I felt so wanton. I almost wanted to get caught. I undid the top button of his fly, then the rest, eager to see what he had for me. Grégoire was getting frustrated with my bra, so he reached round my back and skilfully un clasped it, then moved the straps downwards until he slowly revealed my aureoles, he lent back to take me all in, then looking pleased with his catch he moved forward quickly, kissing down my throat, linking across my breast, sucking me into his mouth. I felt dizzy, I felt a tingling in my panties. I was purring like a kitten’

She touched the tip of my election and smeared some presume that leaked from it down my shaft.

‘I pushed him back, slid my hand into his briefs, and felt the head of his dick. He stood up, making it easier to free him. I slid my hand down his length. He was massive I couldn’t get my hand around him’ her eyes widened as she remembered back to the moment.

‘How big was he?’ I asked ‘I don’t carry a tape measure around with me!’ she mocked ‘I’m not that much of a whore’

‘Let’s just say’ she stroked down my length ‘half as long again as yours, and as thick as a beer bottle.’ I swallowed hard, I wanted a glass of water, but I didn’t want to interrupt her flow.

‘Meanwhile, he was running his hand up my stockinged thigh, my body subconsciously responded and I parted my thighs for him, he touched the bare flesh, then his hand was rubbing against the gusset of my panties, stimulating my already horny clit, he moved the fabric to one side and swirled his fingers around it, parted my drenched pussy lips and slid first one finger, then a second into me. I tensed and came on his hand’



‘As I came down from the high I realised that we were making a bit more noise than I was comfortable with, I also realised that it was the first time another man had made me come since before we met’

‘You like outdoor sex for a first date’ I hinted back to our first night together, spent in a park in Paris.
‘You know me, one drink and I’m anyone’s’ she pouted, indicating that she got my reference.

‘Anyway, we were further from houses. Tonight anyone leaving the bar would’ve heard us, and anyone looking out of one of the small cottage back windows would’ve seen us to’

‘He was so masterfully in control, and now I felt guilty, I knew what I was going to do….’

‘Why guilty?’ I panted.

‘Because,’ she continued ‘I’d decided to suck his cock’ she glanced at me nervously. I tried not to cum.

During our bedtime fantasies, we had often acted out Alyson’s seduction, but she was adamant that she would never give another a man a blow job. ‘It wouldn’t be fair since I don’t do it for you at the moment’ she’d told me.

This was true, she hadn’t given me head for at least 2 years, 2 years where for various reasons our sex life had diminished to once or twice a month.

‘That was your rule’ I reminded her ‘I always thought it ridiculous that you’d consider fucking OK, but not a blow job. ‘Who understands women?’ I sighed.

‘Thanks, baby’ she looked relieved

‘Not the only rule you forgot’ I rubbed her upper thigh which was still damp with cum.

‘That wasn’t my fault’ she gave a cute little grimace that wrinkled her nose ‘but I’ll tell you about that later’.

‘So, I could’ve stayed seated on the bench, but I wanted to give him a sign that he was in charge, and I was his, to do with as he wished, so I dropped to my knees. I felt the gravel crunch under them and pulled his jeans and briefs to his knees. I put one hand around the base of his cock, and cradled his large testicles with the other, massaging them gently’ She paused.

‘I opened my lips and pushed them over the tip of his circumcised cock, I ran my tongue along the slit which was already slick, as I started to wank him’

I closed my eyes, imagining Alyson, topless, her green dress bunched up around her waist, tits heaving, performing an act of devotion to a man she’d just met. I remembered how well she sucked cock when we first met, she’d managed to take all my 6 inches down her throat, but it’d been a long time ago

‘I hope you weren’t out of practice’ I frowned at her.

‘Apparently not’ she looked embarrassed. ‘I opened my mouth as wide as I could and slid my mouth down his shaft, I knew I couldn’t take it all, but I did my best’


‘I could feel him getting closer, his cock twitched it my mouth, I looked up at him with lust, and looking him straight in the eye, I took his cock out of my mouth and begged him ‘Cum in me. Please, cum in my mouth’ he twitched for the last time and I drove my parted lips back over his massive erection, forcing him as deep as I could into my throat, I wanted it to be the best blow job he’d ever had, I wanted him to remember this moment when another man’s wife gave herself to him completely’ her eyes glittered.

Luckily I’d already wanked off a few times that night of I’d have soiled the sheets.

‘He came hard. I felt him shoot a load of sperm into my throat, I tried to swallow as much as I could, but a little unsuccessfully’ she indicated the cum-stains on her dress.

I imagined the scene, I always knew my wife had a hidden promiscuous side, and it all seemed so natural.

‘He thanked me and pulled me to my feet, and I put back my dress in its place, I didn’t bother with my bra, just stuffing it in my handbag’

‘For a moment I wasn’t sure if the evening was over and I should come home, then Gregoire kissed me hungrily again ‘Let’s go to bed’ it wasn’t even a question. I felt myself following him as he guided me with his hand around my waist.’

‘I’d known it was going to end here all evening, even if I’d tried to convince myself it might stop at some point, now here I was being led to another man’s bed, my cunt tingled and I felt my knickers getting moist at the thought of what he was going to do to me’

‘I knew after that he wouldn’t just be a stranger, he’d be my lover’ she gave my cock a short stroke and I couldn’t hold it anymore, I shot 3 long squirts of semen up my chest.

‘You’re such a dirty boy ‘she said, ‘luckily for you I’m such a naughty, little girl’

‘Let’s sleep a bit, I’ll tell you the rest later’ she turned away from me and I held her from behind, crushing my sperm covered chest into her back.


She slept deeply, me fitfully, I looked at her body stretched out on the sheet as the light came through the bedroom window, noticing details I hadn’t been able to see during the half light. Her neck was marked with two purple love bite that I was surprised I’d missed, and would be almost impossible to hide. Her bum was slightly red, like she’d bent over and let him spank her. Her pussy lips were red and dilated, still stretched from the width of Gregoire’s cock.

I heard her yawn ‘Are you going to get us coffee? then I’ll tell you what happened next’ she murmured.

I quickly dressed and went down the stairs to ask the woman who owned the hotel for a couple of cups. The woman was in her early 50s, the same age as Alyson. She looked at the floor when I approached. I ordered the coffee and she noted it on a pad, looking nervously around. Yesterday she’d been so friendly and smiley. It was obvious that she knew. She blushed red as she looked up into my face.

‘Will you be wanting breakfast?’ she asked ‘Not yet, my wife is still tired’.

‘Looked like she had a long night’ she continued, then looked embarrassed again, probably wondering if I knew what she knew.

Looked! I wondered what she meant. She smiled at me ‘Enjoy the rest of your stay, if you need anything…’.

I rushed back up the stairs as soon as she gave me the coffees.

‘Did you see the owner when you came back this morning?’ I asked pushing the bedroom door open.

‘I tried to sneak in quietly, but she came out of the kitchen just at the wrong moment’ ‘almost like she was waiting for me, I couldn’t avoid saying good morning to her…’.

‘So, it’s definitely not just our little secret’ the thought made me nervous, but strangely excited.

‘Oh. I think it will be in the local paper by lunchtime’ She joked.

‘So are you going to tell me what happened at his’ I was fully hard, Alyson noticed too, and gave me a playful squeeze.

‘Well, he led me back across the garden, passed the restaurant and to a small house a couple of doors down, he quickly opened the door and led me in, up a flight of stairs, though a small door and into what was obviously his apartment. We didn’t bother stopping in the lounge and went straight into the bedroom. He practically threw me on the bed and climbed on top. We were kissing hard again. He tried to pull down my dress, but this time I protested. I Think he thought I’d changed my mind. I stood up, pulled the dress over my head, paused to kick off my boots, then I posed in front of him wearing nothing but my knickers and stockings’

‘What did he do?’ I was eager for information

‘He tore off his t-shirt, and undid his jeans, sliding them into a pile at his feet, followed swiftly by his pants’

‘He was already almost hard again, he pushed me back on the bed for a second time, his hands moving roughly against my thighs, he yanked down my panties in one go, no intention of moving slowly’

My heart was beating quicker and I felt dizzy I knew what was coming but I still needed to hear my beautiful wife say them to me.

‘He was on me, biting my neck, squeezing my tits, I opened my legs for him. Then I remembered ‘Shit, pass me my handbag ‘I ordered. He practically threw it at me. I knew exactly where the condoms I kept in it were, I’d had a glance at them often enough, wondering if I’d really ever use them.’

I remembered her shocked face when I’d presented them to her the day after we’d been talking about her doing it for real, not just for fantasy. I noticed later that she’d taken to carrying a couple in her handbag. I’d made a joke about it and she’d said they were no use in her bedside cabinet and that she wanted to be ready ‘Just in case’.


‘I ripped the packet open and pulled out the condom inside, he thrust his cock towards me and I unrolled it down him. It was a bit small and only went down halfway. I didn’t think twice. I spread my legs for him and he climbed onto me, positioning himself at the entrance to my puffy, sodden cunt. He eased himself slowly into me, thank God I was so turned on, or it would have hurt like hell. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me. I’d only taken half when I came for the first time. ‘

I looked at her and she trembled ‘That’s when your wife had her first orgasm on another man’s cock. That when I realised I’d just cuckolded you’.

I noticed she was rubbing her clit through her knickers as she replayed the scene. I stroked my cock gently trying to control myself.

‘He started moving quicker, sliding back almost out of me, then back in, each time getting a little deeper. I nearly blacked out by the time I felt his bollocks banging against my arse. I came again. I screamed out his name as he slid completely out of me. Just about to slam back in. I wanted to see the cock that was doing this to me, I looked down, the condom was lying burst around the base of his cock. He noticed my look of shock. I pulled his face to mine, kissed him deeply and moaned ‘Cum in my pussy, ‘I really didn’t care, I was glad it had split. I wanted to feel my first lover’s hot sperm shooting into me. He slammed back in, moaned and I felt him spurt into me, filling me completely. I was washed over with contentment.

‘We lay like that for a while, getting our breaths back, I felt him soften in me and slowly plop out, followed by a warm puddle of cum. We shared a cigarette, kissed and cuddled for a bit, I was glad our first time was over, we both relaxed a little, chatted, shared a joke’

‘I love you ‘she said ‘I’d been worried about this moment changing things between us, but I still feel exactly the same love for you as before, maybe even stronger.’

We moved together and shared a deep kiss.

‘I want to watch you masturbate while I finish my story’ She pulled down her panties, opened her knees and started to rub her clit harder.

‘Shall I tell you how your slut of a wife cuckolded you for the second time?’ I nodded

‘After we’d got rid of all our pent up lust we were free to slow down a bit. Our kissing and cuddling got more heated and we were soon stimulating each other. His cock grew to its full hardness. Younger men are certainly very ardent’ She giggled.

‘I think I might have a thing for them. I told him it was my first time with another man, he joked that he’d better make a good job of it. Slowly he moved around behind me, kissing down my back, kissing my bum cheeks. I felt his cock move between them. I instinctively lifted my bum and wiggled it at him. Suddenly he hit it, spanked me hard, I yelped and he spanked me again and again. I felt my juices running down my legs as he pushed into my pussy’


I was transfixed. Alyson wanked herself faster, slipping two fingers into her snatch.

‘He fucked me like that for a long time, I came, orgasming loudly. I was aware that the headboard was banging loudly against the wall, telling the world what was happening. Grégoire didn’t care, he pummelled my little pussy, then shuddered and shot me with another load of semen. He collapsed onto me, Panting, kissing my neck. We curled up together and fell asleep like that.’

Alyson bit her lips fingered herself harder.

‘We slept until 6, then he woke me, I felt his morning erection pointing into my back’ her breathing was shallow and she was having difficulty speaking.

‘We’d fucked twice, but now he slowly entered me, we made love, slow, gentle but passionate love.’ She looked at me and came on her fingers. I followed her shooting me cum over her stomach.

‘And there you are!’ She finished.

I was still shaking; my wife lay in a zen like state on the bed. We shared a deep kiss, ‘I love you so much, do you still love me now I’ve been a slut?’ she looked at me for reassurance.

‘I’ll always love you’ I held her chin ‘whether you’re a slut or not’

‘Do you think he’ll call me?’ She spoke suddenly, sounding like a teenage girl. ‘Can I see him again if he calls?’ She waited for my answer.

‘Look’ I said ‘I led you here, and I’ve told you before, that you are free to see who you want, whenever you want, as long as you come back to me after’

She looked pleased and relieved ‘I’ll always come back to you, I love you so much’.

We dozed for an hour or so. I got more coffee, even the owner was more relaxed and gave me a shy smile.

We’d just finished when her phone buzzed. She glanced at me and picked it up.

‘It’s him!’ ‘What shall I say?’

‘Jesus, Alyson you just spent the night with him, I think you can say what you like’

‘I don’t want him to think I’m easy’ She looked mock serious ‘A bit late for that ‘I teased, a smile spread across her face.

She passed me her phone. A second message had just arrived.

- Morning sexy, thanks for a fantastic night. Hope You had fun.
- I’m not working today. Would you like a guide for the afternoon?

I gave it back to her, her hand was trembling as they started to exchange messages;

- I had a brilliant time thanks, bit tired now, love to see you later though. I’ll ask my husband if it’s OK.
- Oh, I thought the 2 of you might like a tour.
- That sounds fantastic. About 2pm?
- Perfect. Dress sexy for me.
- Always. See u later darling.


‘Did that sound a bit forward?’ She looked at me shyly.
‘Sounded perfect to me’ I answered
‘Shit’ she exclaimed, ‘I only have a couple of hours to get ready, my stockings are laddered, my knickers….unwearable’. ‘Dress covered in cum’ I continued for her.

‘Cherie, you couldn’t pop into town and pick something out for me, or I’ll never make it’ I could see her mentally calculating.

‘Just some new stockings, and erm..something to wear with them’ she pursed her lips at me.

‘Any particular colour?’ ’Not white I assume’ I was getting aroused.

‘Use your imagination’ she shook her head ‘I need to sort out my clothes, now hurry up’

She practically pushed me out of the door. I skipped down the stairs out of the door and moved unsteadily towards the car. I started it and was away, driving through the 15 miles of country lanes that led to the main town.

I was going to town to buy my wife underwear for a date with her lover. She was going to let me chose the lingerie she was going to fuck him in. I avoided touching myself and concentrated on the road. Why did he want me to come? I wasn’t sure, maybe he enjoyed seducing other men’s wives.

I was in town in no time, parked in the main square, and started my hunt. I walked down through the pedestrian arcade, which was quiet. It was Sunday and most of the shops would be closing at lunch, if they’d even opened.

After a short walk I saw the place, a collection of bras, knickers and bodices clothed the mannequins in the front window, it looked just the place. I opened the door and walked in, my heart was beating fast. The shop assistant said good morning to me and I started to eye up the wares, feeling like a dirty old man. Everything was arranged by colour, she’d worn black yesterday, I skipped the white, perhaps red.

‘Do you need any help?’ the assistant asked.
‘I’ve never bought underwear before’ I looked at the assistant she was in her 20s, very pretty. She looked at me from under her black fringe, her green eyes sparkled.

‘For my wife’ I continued ‘Special occasion’ she asked, ‘Anniversary? Birthday?...’.
‘She’s going to meet her lover’ I blurted out, the poor girl turned red and giggled ‘In that case I’d definitely go for red’ she advised.

I found myself in the street clutching a bag containing some very sexy lingerie and stockings. I hurried back to the car feeling a little humiliated, and very turned on.


I arrived back with only 20 minutes to spare. Alyson had showered and was fussing around in the bathroom doing her make up. ‘I hope you chose well’ she said, she looked fabulous. Her hair was looking perfect, shoulder length and smooth, her make up made her eyes glint. She finished her lipstick, a pink today. She wore a bracelet that I’d bought her for her 50th birthday, she only normally wore it on nights out with me. I handed her the bag, she took it and turned around, standing up slowly. I nearly stopped breathing, she was completely bare ‘I shaved my pussy bare for him, I hope he likes it’ She took the bag and shooed me out of the bathroom, ‘I need to get dressed’ she scolded.

10 minutes later she was standing in front of me wearing a knee length black shirt, and a pastel coloured strappy low-cut top, I could see the top of the bra, pushing her tits forward; it was red, with small white bows.

I looked at her feet, she was wearing high-heeled open toed shoes, the nails were painted the same colour as her lipstick. ‘I bought them to surprise you’ she said. It was true she never wore them at home, and I’d never seen them before.

‘How do I look?’ ‘Do you think he’ll like it?’ She eyed the clock nervously.

Gregoire was spot on time. He knocked on the door, then opened it, looking cool in his usual jeans and tight t-shirt.

He looked at Alyson. ‘Your wife looks as ravishing as she did last night’ he smiled good naturedly at me. I smiled back, but couldn’t speak.

He moved towards her and she stepped forward to meet him. His hand was around her waist, pulling her in, their lips met in a smouldering embrace. I stared fascinated as their tongues explored each other’s mouths. My first time watching my wife snog another man was as erotic as I’d imagined. His hands rubbed over her curvy bum and he manoeuvred her to the edge of the bed.

‘I’ve been thinking of you all morning’ he said ‘Thinking of what I want to do to you’.

Alyson gulped ‘Tell me what you want to do to me’ she was lost in lust.

‘I’m going to make you cum so hard’ he glared at her ‘Make me’ she begged ‘I’ll do anything you want’ ‘I’m your slut till I go back to Paris’.

‘Cherie’ she said turning to look at me ‘Would you mind giving us a little time alone?’.

I rose from my chair and walked towards the balcony, hoping she wasn’t going to make me leave completely. I heard her following behind me ‘And, no peeking’ she whispered, closing the door and sliding the curtains shut.

Luckily for me I noticed that she’d forgotten to close a small side window, and although I couldn’t see anything, I could hear them quite well.

I heard the bed squeak and the unmistakable sound of Alyson moaning as she got aroused. I heard her give a short yelp as he entered her. There was a rhythmic creaking punctuated by Alyson encouraging him on ‘yes, yes, like that, oh, yeah’.

The bed creaked quicker and quicker, matched with Alyson’s moans. They were getting louder and louder. I don’t think she cared.

My ears pulsed with blood as I heard her scream out ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck meee’, she was orgasming. I wondered if the other guests could hear.
A few minutes of heavy breathing passed, and Alyson opened the French window fully clothed ‘We should get going if we’re going to see the chateau’ she smirked at me, and walked into the bathroom to reapply her lipstick.

I looked at Gregoire on our bed, slowly pulling up his trousers. I wondered if he’d even taken off Alyson’s knickers or just slid them to one side.

‘You’re so lucky’, it was the first time Gregoire had spoken directly to me today, ‘She’s so hot, sorry I couldn’t resist’

‘No, problem’ I said shakily ‘Sorry, I’m not really used to this..’ I left the words hanging. ‘Me, neither’ he answered. We shared a quick smile before Alyson stepped back out of the bathroom.

‘Chop, chop, let’s go’ she hustled.

I expected a round of applauses as we went down and out of the front door, but it was strangely quiet. I got into the car to drive and Alyson got in the back. We hadn’t talked about it, but it seemed natural that she’d want to be there Gregoire.

They were happily joking away, a quick peek in the rear view mirror revealed that they were holding hands. I resisted touching myself for the second time that day. Gregoire was trying to give me directions, but he kept getting interrupted by Alyson’s demands for kisses.

‘Gregoire has to take a train at 8’ she smiled, in way of explanation.

We were at the chateau in no time, it was busy, but Gregoire had friends who worked there, so we managed to skip a long wait to get in. We walked through the grounds, me behind and them ahead, holding hands, for all the world they looked like a normal happy couple. Gregoire gave us the full tour, pointing out things of interest. Alyson thanked him with the odd kiss.

‘I’m tired of walking’ Alyson had been wearing her high heels all day ‘Can we go and get a drink?’.

‘I know just the place’ said Gregoire.

We piled back into the car and I was being directed again. ‘Thanks, the visit was super’ cooed Alyson and gave him a long kiss. I could just make out in the mirror that she was touching his crotch. ‘I think I should give you a reward’ she continued.

I heard the button on his jeans pop open, she was taking out his cock. I tried to concentrate on the road as her head went down towards his erection. ‘Just here’ called out Gregoie, indicating a bar on the left, I turned into the car park and drove to the furthest corner, luckily it was quiet.
I stopped, but Alyson continued. Gregoire shifted and pulled his jeans down further giving her easier access. ’Fuck’ his eyes were half closed. Alyson came up for air, gulping it in, then forced her head down again.

I peered over the seat, my gorgeous wife was 2 inches from taking his whole cock, which was the widest I’d ever seen, down her throat.

‘That’s it, take it all’ I whispered. She must’ve heard because she pulled back slightly and drove her mouth onto him. I couldn’t help it I took out my cock and shamelessly wanked myself off over the floor of the car as she bottomed out on his enormous piece of meat. Her eyes were watering as she came up for air. ‘Fuck, I did it’ she stated proudly. ‘Now, cum over me’ she ordered. Gregoire could hold back no longer and sprayed two long squirts of sperm across her willing face, the first hit her in the nose, and dripped down onto her lips, the second sprayed her hair with white droplets. She turned to look at me for the first time. ‘You look so pretty when you’re a slut’ I complemented. She blew me a kiss back across the seat and licked her lips.

We cleaned up as best we could, and went to one of the tables to order a drink; beer for me and Gregoire, mojito for Alyson, as it ‘Makes me horny’. Alyson finished her drink quickly, looked straight at Gregoire and demanded ‘Let’s go back to ours, I need a fuck’. I chauffeured as usual while they canoodled in the back.

On the drive back, all I could think was ‘Is she going to let me watch this time?’

We got out of the car, and Alyson led him by the hand into our guesthouse. I followed behind hoping she wouldn’t make me wait in the car. We rushed passed the owner, who seemed to have taken it in her stride that my wife was taking her lover and her husband to her room.

When I got into the room, they were already on the bed kissing deeply, but unhurriedly. I waited for her to banish me to the balcony, but she said nothing, so I sat on the small sofa next to the bed and studied them intently. Gregoire’s large calloused hands rubbed the curves of the bum through her skirt, then dipped down along the back of her thighs, then up again, under her skirt, searching the fabric of the knickers that I’d bought her. Alyson too, was busying with her hands, pushing them up his t-shirt, exposing his powerful tanned torso.

Her head went down and covered his chest with small, delicate kisses, licking his nipples, as she finally pushed the t-shirt over his head. She licked lower, rubbing her lips down him; planting a succession of embraces on his stomach, down to the top of his jeans, where I could see he was beginning to get aroused. I watched her small, perfectly manicured hands undo his buttons, she’d pushed him back on the bed, in complete control. He lifted himself so to make it easier for Alyson to get him naked. She yanked his jeans and briefs down in one go, there he was; nude, on our bed, with the beginning of a very large erection that would soon be inside my darling wife. Alyson straddled him, teasing him, rubbing her crotch against his cock. Gregoire’s hands cupped my wife’s ample breasts, teasing her through her blouse. Their lips were locked again as he opened her blouse, slid it down her shoulders, showing her sexy new bra, the fabric; semi-transparent left in no doubt her state of arousal. Her skirt was first pushed up around her waist, then removed. Alyson continued to rub herself along the tip of his hard on, the matching red knickers stained from their earlier quickie, now wet with his precum.

I couldn’t help myself, I dropped my jeans and boxers round my ankles and started to gently caress myself. Nobody seemed to notice. Alyson hadn’t even looked at me since we got to the room. I was shivering uncontrollably like I had a fever.

Gregoire reached round and unclipped her bra, she was topless in front of him, offering herself. He gently lifted one breast to his mouth, licked her, sucked her, twirled his tongue around her. Alyson was breathing heavily, her eyes closed, throat flushed red. Time slowed down, Gregoire was taking his time.

Alyson’s hands went down into her knickers, searching for release. Gregoire knew he couldn’t keep her waiting much longer, she needed him inside her.

‘Fuck me’ she whispered abruptly, breaking the silence. ‘Fuck me now’ she repeated a little louder. Gregoire tugged her panties down around her thighs, and with Alyson’s help they were on the floor. He pushed his thumb into her clit and rotated it softly. She was shaking too now, as he pushed her sodden pussy onto him. This was it, the moment I watched my wife being stretched open by another man. She rocked back onto him, gradually sliding herself down his throbbing prick. I stopped touching myself, scared I’d explode if I did.

Gregoire was slick with her juices, I’d never seen her so wet. She went down again, and I moved to get a better view; her bum was sitting on his thighs, she was sitting with his whole cock deep inside her. She started moaning loudly, cumming noisily on him, her head thrown back. Suddenly she opened her eyes, regaining control, and looked at me, directly in the eye. She looked drunk. She started to rock backwards and forward on Gregoire, fucking him with her pussy. I watched her cunt, rise and fall, tightly milking him. She watched me. She watched me watching her.

Gregoire obviously wanted her back, he rolled her over, never taking his cock out of her and started to bang her hard against the headboard, her ankles squeezed into his bum. She’d stopped looking at me, and was staring deep into her lover’s eyes, as he brought her to a second powerful orgasm.


Gregoire was slick with her juices, I’d never seen her so wet. She went down again, and I moved to get a better view; her bum was sitting on his thighs, she was sitting with his whole cock deep inside her. She started moaning loudly, cumming noisily on him, her head thrown back. Suddenly she opened her eyes, regaining control, and looked at me, directly in the eye. She looked drunk. She started to rock backwards and forward on Gregoire, fucking him with her pussy. I watched her cunt, rise and fall, tightly milking him, she watched me, she watched me watching her.

Gregoire obviously wanted her back, he rolled her over, never taking his cock out of her and started to bang her hard against the headboard, her ankles squeezed into his bum. She’d stopped looking at me, and was staring deep into her lover’s eyes, as he brought her to a second powerful orgasm.


They shared a deep, passionate kiss, Gregoire seemed to want to make their last day a special one. ‘You fuck me so good’ Alyson praised ‘I love fucking you so much’. They calmed down a little then Gregoire pulled her over again, she offered no resistance, and was soon on her hands and knees on the bed. Alyson playfully wiggled her curvy arse at him, I knew how much she liked being taken from behind, but she’d never had one so big before. Gregoire positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy, and slowly slid in. I watched as his cock slowly disappeared into her, until his balls were gently banging against her arse. Alyson moved her hand out, searching for mine, she grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly as Gregoire fucked her deeply from behind. I saw her mouth form an ‘O’ as she came once more, urging him on ‘Fuck me, fuck your slut, fuck your dirty little whore, cum in me, cum in my married cunt’.

I looked back at Gregoire, he was gently pushing his thumb into her tight arsehole, rubbing their juices into her. His thumb disappeared into her, then was replaced by two fingers. Alyson used to love me playing with her bum, but we hadn’t done it for years. Gregoire fingers went as deep as they could, bottoming out on his knuckles. Alyson was moaning loudly again as Gregoire paused reached down into his jean pocket and pulled out a small tube, squeezed a little onto his fingers and pushed three back into her. Alyson was going out of her mind. I was sure someone would bang on the door and tell us to keep quiet. Louder she repeated ‘Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck my bum, fuck your slut’s bum’. Gregoire took his fingers out of her, and squeezed a large dollop of cream into her willing hole.

I’d naively never imagined Alyson would offer her tightest hole to another man, especially one so well-endowed, but she needed it in her. Gregoire positioned himself and pushed the tip into her. My wife could no longer speak, she just reached round and pulled her bum cheeks apart to help him. Gregoire worked slowly, pushing in slowly as she tried to relax around him. By the time it was halfway in, Alyson had spasmed to another orgasm. Gregoire pushed deeper until his pubic hair was brushing against her. Alyson let out a stream of gurgles, I could just make out ‘Fuck my bum, cum in my bum, cum in me’.

Gregoire couldn’t control it any more, his balls twitched and with a loud grunt he filled my wife’s arse with his cream and collapsed onto her. Alyson was coming down, but still giving out short pants ‘Oh, my god!’ she looked wide eyed ‘, She turned to face Gregoire, his cock left her with a plop. They were kissing again ‘I’ve never cum so hard’ she looked at him. ‘I love being fucked by you, I love having you in my bed, I love you’ her voice trailed off.

I looked down and realised I’d cum over myself for the second time.

‘Shit, my train’ Gregoire dressed quickly gave my wife a last kiss and left, leaving her like a rag doll on our bed. I climbed in next to her and pulled her into my arms, we kissed deeply and I let her fall into a deep slumber as I held her damp body against mine.

The rest of the night passed slowly for me, I had plenty of time to wonder where the weekend was leading us. Alyson suddenly woke me; I’d been dozing. She kissed me full on the lips and smiled at me ‘Make love to me’, she didn’t need to ask twice. I was pleased when I eventually heard her cum. ‘I love you’ she purred, and we slept until morning.

The morning passed quickly, we got up late, checked out, were wished to come back anytime by the smiling owner and were soon driving back towards Paris.

‘You seem to have had a lot of text massages this morning’ I tried to pry ‘From anyone important?’

‘Oh, just my new boyfriend’ she giggled. ‘And?’ My heart sped up. ‘And he enjoyed his weekend’ she paused, I waited. ‘And he’ll be in Paris for a couple of days at the end of next month….’ I said nothing. ‘I told him that I wanted him to stay with us, not at a hotel’ she continued. ‘You don’t mind sleeping on the sofa, do you?’ her hand touched the crotch of my jeans. ‘Obviously not’ she said and stopped rubbing my hardening cock, ‘Now concentrate on the road’.

We drove and chatted, my wife was slouched in the seat looking dreamily at the passing countryside.

‘How are you going to cope for 6 whole weeks?’ I asked, curious.

‘Don’t worry darling, there are plenty of other sexy men in Paris, I’m sure you won’t have to wait that long before your wife disappears for the night again. How would you like to take me out to a bar next weekend?’

‘I’d love to’ I’d started shaking again.

‘I’d need some new clothes…and sexy underwear’ she looked thoughtfully.

‘And some condoms that aren’t passed their sell by date’ she laughed.

‘Now, are you going to get me home quickly, I need to fuck’.

[allengt]

Welcome to the forum.

[CuckedDude]

Good stuff "Late again"

[roadrunner]

I enjoyed it too! Hope there is more to come.