Author; Ace, Storyace

title; The convict's wife 2

part 2 of 6

Codes; m/F voy wife cuckold

4,200 words

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Summery; Debbie visits her husband in prison, and tells him of her sexual adventures with her boy lover, and her increasing exhibitionism.

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The convict's wife part 2;

I talked to my wife on the phone a couple of weeks later. I didn't want to stay on too long; using the prison phone costs a fortune and I knew cash was short.

   "Freddy's mum caught us at it." She told me, "Nothing graphic, I just couldn't keep me hands to meself and she saw me giving his bum a squeeze, so she's suss to the situation." 

"Is she upset?" I asked, "It's not illegal but she could make trouble anyway." 

"Justine's not like that, Harv; quite the opposite in fact, she's all happy about it, welcomed me to the family, asked me to dinner and all. She noticed he's lost weight and gets out more, she thinks I'm a good influence on the boy. I have to say Harvey, I've been called a lot of things in my life, but 'good influence' has never been one of them. 

"I stopped smoking; well, I'm trying at least. I know you're not allowed tobacco in the nick, and what with the influence situation I don't want to stink like an ashtray around the boy." 

"So you're going to keep seeing him?" I asked with mixed emotions. 

"Yeah, if you're ok with it." Debbie said. "I want to stop drinking too, clean meself up, and it helps a lot to have Freddy around to give me a good daily seeing to." 

"Daily?" 

"I've been staying in his room most nights." Debbie said. "It seems to make everyone happy. I feel like a kid myself Harvey, Justine is the mum I should have had, Freddy is the boyfriend I missed when I ran off with a dope dealer at sixteen. He's all shiny and new, gets a hardon if I smile at him. 

"I don't like sleeping alone; since you've been away, I still haven't gotten used to it. Mind you, sleeping with Freddy isn't very restful either, the bed is too small for two, and once or twice he woke me up in the middle of the night and had his way with me again. He's keeping me well lubricated I can tell you; I'm not completely sure it's right Harvey. He's sweet, so emotional and happy about it, sometimes I don't even come but when he goes all stiff and squirts it out I like it anyway. I'm teaching him things, he's got a lot to learn still, it's a right laugh.

 "But what about you Harv, are you alright? 

"I'll survive." I said painfully. 

"I'm waiting for you." She said. "You know that, right? I'm just passing the time Harvey." 

"I know." I said. We said our goodbyes and hung up. 

It was true. She could go back to Ibiza, or London, or Amsterdam. She had friends and connections all over the world, she could make her own money and she could have any man she chose. She didn't have to share a bed with a teenage boy's in his parent's house. Debbie was only 26 years old; so young, too young to wait five years for me. 

She thought she could, but I knew better. By the time I got out, I'd be 50; grey and old. She'd be 31, still full of life and hope.

The only way I had ever made money was by selling weed. I didn't think that would still work very well. Everyone would be afraid to work with me [for good reason], even if the people I used to know were still at it. Legalization would probably kill off my kind. 

I'd be broke with no skills or prospects. 

I wasn't bitter about it; I'd lived more in my 45 years than most live in twice that time. I'd traveled, partied, had beautiful lovers, and finally married Debbie. 

The four years with her were the best of my life; I was finished now, a shell with all the meat sucked out.  All I had was my memories, memories of my sweet girl, her smiling eyes as she looked at me, her laugh at a joke, the way she came like a nuclear explosion when we made love. I'd given her all I could, and she'd given me much more. But now it was over; I had nothing to give her but worry.  

And release. 

I wrote to her a few days later;  

Don't waste your best years waiting for me baby. Go where you want, get on with your life, have fun.

It's stupid for you to suffer just because I'm in here.

I love you.

Harvey 

I tried to think of something else, but I was so fucked up, my eyes were starting to water. 

I hadn't cried for 12 years, since my mother died. And I didn't want a room full of convicts to see it happen now.  

I sent the message and went back to my cell. 

I couldn't sleep, thinking of my wife doing it with another; even if it was just a kid. Graphic images flashed through my mind; Debbie in the throes of passion, her legs spread wide, her hands on his young ass as he fucked her with the energy of youth. But I knew I had to get past these things; with a sentence like mine,  you have to give up all that is outside these thick concrete walls, forget about the outside world. 

Only the inside is relevant, this was my world now. The sooner I came to terms with that, the better. 

And for Debbie it was the same; of course I still needed her, still wanted her. But I couldn't be her man now. There was no point in her suffering for months or years waiting for me, it was futile. Ask any convict, they'll tell you. I closed my eyes on the grey concrete existence that was now mine, because in my dreams at least, I was still free. 

She came to visit as usual, ignoring my instructions. Debbie never could do what I told her. her smile lit the big grey room; it wasn't her tight ass or her big breasts that I fell in love with, it was that smile.  

"It's all good clean fun Harvey; no more drink, drugs, or booze. I do enjoy the way everyone looks so shocked, as if a ten year age gap was such a big deal. 

"I took him out on the Harley. I could feel his hardon against the small of me back; I told him to sit close and hold tight. He held on ever so nice, Harvey. We went dancing, and I snogged him on the dance floor. I could feel everyone staring at us, wondering how that kid had landed himself a girl like me. I sucked his tongue and pushed me hips against him."

 "I was a bit shocked, Harv;" she continued, "I didn't think it was a big thing to kiss the lad, but I started getting all hot and bothered; I was wet between me thighs, Harvey, bloody hell I was flowing like the kitchen tap. Juices were running down me legs and making a puddle on the dance floor. His hard prick was pulsing against me thigh, hands on me back, tits squeezed against his chest, tongue down me throat. I wanted to strip him and do the kid right then and there. The teachers was looking at us all scandalized, like it was illegal or something, but it ain't." 

"Teachers? Where were you?" 

"School dance, Harv; the boy can't get into a club or a bar. The lad's a good dancer, losing his inhibitions now, getting more confident. When we're out and about, in public or with his school pals, he'll give me bum a squeeze or we'll have a little kiss, he's not embarrassed anymore, even when I'm tarted up in one of my tight little dresses with me knockers poking out. Everyone knows I'm his girlfriend now, but no one knows why, and that includes me.

 "I suppose we're enjoying each other's company; the sex is good of course, the surprising thing is that we have fun out of bed as well. He makes me laugh, and doesn't mind riding pillion; not many blokes are willing to sit on the back of a woman's motorbike. I guess we're sort of comfortable together. 

 "Did you get the photos I sent?" 

"Yeah, thanks for that. They brighten up the cell a lot." 

"Did you use them to wank off?" 

"What do you think I am, sixteen?" 

"Evading the question." 

"Yes, I used them to wank off." 

"That's fantastic! Oh, I mean, you poor bastard. I was worried they might be too explicit, you know the bikini one. You did get the Bikini one, didn't you?" 

"Yeah, they let it slide." 

"Next time I visit, would you bring me some fresh come?" 

"What, you mean slip you a little cup?" 

"Exactly! I need to taste your stuff." 

"It's dangerous. We're not supposed to pass anything across, they tape everything." 

"I'll get some coffee from the vending machine, and after you drink yours you can slip it in somehow." She insisted. 

Another month passed, a month of limbo, jail wasn't hell but it wasn't living either. And then visiting day came, one day of joy. And agony. 

We talked for a while about prison life and topical subjects before she told me about her progress with the boy. 

"He's clever, a nerd they call it these days, as if it's stupid to be smart." She said, "I've moved out of our place, landlord says we did a good job fixing the damage and I'll get most of the deposit back." 

"So where are you staying?" 

"With Freddy." She said. "Both his parents work, so everyone's happy, I keep the house tidy and do some cooking." 

"You? Cooking and cleaning?" I laughed. 

"Yeah well, I'm trying at least." She said. " I have the house to myself until Fred gets back from school, it's all right. I'm trying to come up with something to make a little dosh, just in case the INS takes a look, or those marshals need to know how I get by when there's no money." 

"None?" I asked. 

"Well, I've been looking in on some of your old mates and they've helped a bit, but I need income I can prove." She said, "I've been getting into the old clothes, get stuff cheap from charity shops and resell on ebay. Flea markets too, I ruffle through bins of old rubbish and make a find every now and again. Take a few pictures and sell it." 

"And how are things with you and Freddy?" 

"Oh Harvey! Do you really want to know what goes on? Ok, well it's pretty much the same; just straight sex, a cuddle and a kiss, stroke and touch for a while, then he gets between me thighs and gives it to me until we're both knackered.  

"I thought I'd get bored by now, but it's still all right. He's just ever so eager to please, he does anything for me." 

"Like what?" 

"Oh, nothing really; massage, lick me bung hole, suck me toes, small things. It's not the actions, but the obedience that makes it fun. I do the domestic work about the house, but Freddy does anything I tell him to once we're in bed. Or wherever.  

"He's sensual for someone so young. I think that age has little to do with how someone is as a lover; of course he's still learning, but the way he touches and kisses me Harvey, it comes natural to him. He runs his soft hands all over me body, stiff cock hot in me hand, and he just kisses me all over, no hurry at all, as if he likes the foreplay more than the actual fucking. The worst thing is the way he looks at me, total rapture on his face. I finally have to pull him on top and put his cock up me middle; by that time, I'm dying to have him, and it just feels so good as it slides inside, stiff and hot, and I'm ready to come. His young face is looking down at me, so happy, so eager to please, his strong young bum pushing his prick in and out, and he can hold out now for a good long while, so I come two or three times before he fills me tubes with his naughty jizz. 

"Is that what you wanted to hear, baby? Should I go on? 

"Anyway, as I was saying, I take pictures of the antique clothes, right? So, I've got a camera set up in the living room, so I can see meself in the monitor while I shoot pictures; that's the trick to it, it's just rags otherwise. Clean it up, Iron it, small repairs, sometimes dye it to cover stains. So there I am in a corset and bra, and I notice that old bugger, Jason who lives next to our old flat, watching me from his place. And instead of scurrying off, he raises a glass and smiles like he's saluting me! Dirty bugger." 

"So you're in the living room with the big glass patio doors, and the curtains are open while you parade around in sexy lingerie?" 

"I need the light." She said. 

"So you kept on going, even knowing Jason is watching?" 

"You know him a little, is he a weirdo?" Debbie asked. 

"I don't know, he seemed alright, gave me a hand with my car once. He's pushing 70 and lives alone. He always had a thing for you, but he was decent about it. He has some kind of cancer, prostate I think." 

"Well he's been getting a better view lately, now that I'm living opposite and modeling naughty underwear in the window." Debbie said, "Cancer; poor bastard. Prostate cancer blokes can't even get it up, can they? I suppose it's ok then, can't deny a dying man." 

"How did it make you feel though? When you realized he was looking at you half naked?" 

"More than half, Harvey. Wasn't wearing a thing below me waist. Why, how do you think I felt when I realized I had a peeper?" 

"I always thought you liked that." I said. "I remember being out with you and the more attention we got the hotter you got." 

My wife looked shocked. "You think I'm an exhibitionist?" 

"Aren't you? Everyone in the room knows who you are, they would even if you dressed normally; but you work at it, finding those vintage dresses, a different one each month. Everyone has to look, admire your brash confidence, and you love it. You're always the hottest girl Debbie, and only part of that is your natural beauty. You work at it, your hair, your makeup, your clothes. Come on, admit it! You love it." 

"Well, yeah, I suppose I do." She confessed. "But not when I'm naked at home." 

"Then why do you always take your clothes off and keep the curtains open?" I asked carefully, "When you realized he was watching you, were you disgusted?" 

"No." 

"Angry?" 

"Yes." 

"Excited?" 

"Fuck you, Harvey! I fucking hate it when you do that, knowing me better than I know meself; but you're right of course."  

"Come on, Deb; I know what gets you going. I'm not putting you down for being you, I love you for being you." 

"Yeah, alright. I was a bit wound up after, when Freddy got home from school he took care of me. To be honest, it was the best we've had for a long time, things were starting to slow down between us." 

"Did you close the curtains?" I asked.  

"We went to his bedroom." Debbie said, "Corset, suspender belt, net stockings and all. I was dressed like a prossie from the turn of the century, and the lad was right into it. 

"He's turned 16 now, and he's getting taller, stronger too. He has more hair, soon he'll need to start shaving. His cock is bigger; nothing dramatic, just a point of interest. He knows I'm married Harvey, I told the family about our situation. I'm not much good at lying to people I care about; anyway, young Freddy knows I'm a married woman and he just has me on loan until you get out. 

"So yeah, I was saying; we went into his, well, our room, and I had his mouth down there straight away. I've been shaving again by the way; naked like a baby I am, it's only fair since Freddy is so eager to please if you know what I mean.  

"His cock was like a hot iron in me hand, I stroked it and squeezed it as he did it to me with his tongue and mouth until I came. Then I got on me elbows and knees with me bum in the air, and he slid it in from behind. Doesn't do much for me usually, just for the variation.  

"I do love having it in me, Harvey; I never get bored of that part, all stiff and hot in there, stirring my insides, poking in and out. God it feels good, even when I know it's not quite right." 

"You've been sleeping with Freddy for almost a year." I pointed out, "I didn't realize you still feel so conflicted." 

"The sex is just lovely Harvey, but the emotions are a problem. The boy is completely in love with me, and I like him well enough too, but to me he's just a bit of fun. I know I shouldn't be leading him on, I don't want to hurt him but there's no avoiding it now. His head knows I won't stay, but his heart doesn't. 

"He came inside me, and when he loses his load too soon, I make him suck it out again. He don't like that, but I do. Crazy shit, Harvey, fucking crazy what we've been getting up to.  

"I came while he did it, holding his head in me hands, framed by thighs in black net stockings, and looking into his eyes, came hard. The corset holds me tight, like a constant tight hug. It's like I can't escape the orgasm, it's trapped in there. The laces are a bother though. 

"Then I had this thought; how many times had the old bugger been watching before I noticed? What about the first time I'd been making out with the lad outside in the garden? All the times I'd been naked in the house, and the blowjob in front of the TV last week, I can't remember if the curtains were open.  

"The idea that he'd been peeping was driving me mad; I pulled Freddy back on top, we did it missionary for a good while, goo everywhere, slipping and sliding, Freddy's tight round bum in me hands as he banged me all over the bed, hard young cock deep up me middle, come breath mouth deep tongue kiss, hands, good strong orgasm or maybe two.  

"He came a second time, and after that he was done, and I wasn't. I suppose you're right Harvey, I kept remembering that old bugger raising his glass and grinning at me as he watched. 

I finger fucked his bung hole while I sucked him again, and then he got back in the saddle and we were still at it when it got dark and his mum came home from work. I don't know how many times I came, but the kid came three times and that's a new record." 

"Three times? Come on, you're bullshitting me now." 

"I'm telling you Harvey, three times. I finally had enough and I put him in my mouth and his balls in me hand, he didn't have any fluid left in there, so I stuck my finger up his bum again, to the second knuckle this time; he came, pulsing and contracting. It was really something, a long hard orgasm like a woman has, it was lovely." 

"Fuck." I muttered. 

"I would if we could." My sex bomb of a wife replied. As she rose to go.

On her next visit a month later, I met her in the visiting hall and got my one precious kiss for the month, deftly slipping a little plastic canister of come into the fold of her dress. 

"Oh, is that nice fresh stuff for me?" she asked coyly. 

"Made this morning." I said. 

"Lovely." She replied with her killer smile; I just looked at her for a moment, absorbing her, imprinting the moment into my memory for later.

 "I have a hot little anecdote for you." Debbie said excitedly as we sat down. 

"There was a concert in the park near the flat last night; so I got dressed up and me and Freddy walked down. The band was all right, we danced a bit but it was too hot. We started fooling around, you know, snogging and groping a bit, just friendly. I could feel al the eyes on us; the age gap thing is weird, Harvey. No one says it, but everyone knows it. If a girl is with an older bloke, it's assumed she's a hooker, and if she's with a younger bloke, she must be a sex addict.  

"Of course, in my case that might be true. 

"Anyway, Freddy has me sussed now, he knows I get all hot and bothered by the attention. I was wearing that tight yellow dress, barely holds me in at all, and the boy had his hands all over me. It was lovely. 

We got behind a big tree, it was dark there and there was thick bushes. Freddy was randy as hell, and the way his hands were under me skirt squeezing me bum, he was getting me going too.  Thing is Harv, I had me coil out and I'd had a few. The lad put his finger in me, holding me tight against the tree in the dark, loud music blasting, people all around, tongue playing with me lips, tits against his chest, and I had a little orgasm. 

"Now I knew he wanted to get me back home and it was Saturday night so he had no school and he'd be at me until all hours, but I had to get up early to get out here; I had me hand down his trousers, hot hard prick in me hand there, pulsing, so beautiful.  

"No one could see us there, and everyone was watching the stage, so I pulled it out, wasn't really thinking, no plan or nothing, but there I was stroking it and his finger was still in me, and my nipples trying to escape, I couldn't let him fuck me when we got home, what with my coil out and all, so it just seemed like the right move to squat down and take care of him right then and there." 

She paused for effect, her breathing a bit deeper than normal because she was masturbating while telling the story. 

"So, I wrap me lips around it, hands on his bum for support; he was leaning back against the tree so I was doing the chicken head move, ducking me head forward and back. 

"I can still taste him Harvey, and feel it in my mouth; teenage cock, hot and eager, pushing against me tonsils, filling my head, his fingers in me hair as I slid my lips back and forth over it in the darkness. Do love doing that, love it Harvey; the taste, the texture, the heat of it, the way guys go all funny and happy, and of course the squirt at the end, all quivering and out of control, the taste of hot come, the smooth way it slides down me throat.

 "Just as he was coming, I noticed some bloke watching us! I was looking right at him while Freddie filled me mouth with come. There was nothing I could do, so I just looked right back at him while Freddie pumped away. The cheeky bastard gave me a big smile, as if he was part of it."

 "What did you do?"

 "Well, I smiled back and zipped Freddie up. You know, I was thinking I might let him do me in the ass."

 "The guy from the park?"

 "You bastard! What kind of a girl do you think I am? No, Freddie of course. He has the right shape for it. You know, not too thick."

 "Are you asking my approval?"

 "I don't know. Would you give it to me if I did?"

 "You do whatever you feel, I can't stop you." I said.

 Debbie still had her hand in her dress; She stared at me as her mouth went slack, her lower lip hanging slightly low, her eyes watered and she tensed.

 "On me hands and knees, Harvey; bum in the air, the boy'll push his hard little cock right up me bung hole!"

 I leaned forward and whispered; "Will the old guy be watching through the window?"

 Debbie shivered and came, or faked it well enough that I couldn't tell.

 "Fucking hell Harvey, you can still get me off." She gasped.

A few of my fellow convicts were staring at her; like me, they'd be imagining my wife as they jerked off later.

 The Convict's Wife Part 3

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