Title: When it Raynes it Pours
Author: Dean Hodgson
Keywords: MF, Cuckhold
Summary: A short scene. Chasey is given permission by his
dominate wife to have her heart's desire with him.

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  "Brett, Brett, you'll never guess what I did today!"

  Almost to my flat, I was accosted yet again by Roberta Rayne or
'Chasey' as I had nicknamed her. She ran across the street,
dodging between parked cars and a moving one.

  Chasey was a short, petite woman, and today she was barefoot.
She wore light-blue denim with only one button latched half way
down the flapping jacket. Her bleach-blonde hair, short on the
sides and spiky on top, cascaded down her neck to the top of her
back. I knew she wasn't as young as she looked but I guessed
neither as old as myself.

  I had almost made it to the steps when she reached me and took
hold of my arm. "I had four boys today! Four! A gangbang. And it
was great! I'd love to show you what we did." She tugged and
almost pulled me over.

  "Chasey," I said, pulling my arm free, "you know the deal. I
love your stories but I'm married." I stepped up to the door,
turned the rusty knob.

  Chasey and her friend Bianca constantly needled me, I haven't
the faintest idea why. I'm an ordinary guy, I could stand to lose
a bit of weight, I am married, maybe ten, fifteen years older.
She was always telling me who she had sex with, what they did,
how it felt, and she was constantly enthusiastic, a raging
butterball of sexy hormones that refused to stop. I just didn't
get her.

  "But, but --" she said, "-- I know it'll be OK."

  I turned the doorknob again, it slid noisily in its collar.
Chasey puffed in right after me.

  "Chasey, go," I said.

  In the lounge just inside the front door, Linda was tucked up
in one of the big lounge chairs. She peeked above her glasses,
set her book down.

  "Brett, let her stay."

  What? Linda was so devastatingly beautiful my heart ached when
I looked: long black hair and green eyes, red lips, a firm body
to die for. She had a stern attitude -- no one messed with her --
and she very much preferred her way. Unfortunately, despite my
repeated loving attempts, we had not had any type of intimate
activity in a very long time. When I reached, she was stone.
Still, however, I loved her and I wasn't about to cheat on her. I
often wondered why I felt that way, but I did.

  Now, however, what the hell was up?

  Chasey squealed and jumped.

  "I really want to show you what I did today!" She tugged my arm
again while hopping.

  "No!" I said, shrugging her off. This was weird, out in the
open, right in front of Linda. That had never happened before. I
felt extremely uncomfortable. My stomach was not in a good place.
"Are you crazy?!"

  Linda stood, the chair creaked, and she strode barefoot across
the carpet. Her long legs swirled beneath her black and red robe.
From what I could see, I was not sure whether she wore anything
beneath. That would be true Linda form, though. Looketh all one
wanteth but thou shalt not touch!

  "Brett, I want you to fuck Chasey right here, right now." She
pointed a finger at me, narrowed her eyebrows. "Don't deny it, I
know you've been secretly wanting to do that for a long time -- "

  "No I haven't ..." I interjected.

  "-- and I know she has the hots for you." Linda stood taller,
placed fists on her hips, relaxed her face. "We've talked about
it and it is perfectly ok if you do." She put a hand on my
shoulder ... and squeezed hard! I winced. "You better fuck her
well, too." She turned back. "I'll watch."

  "See! I told you it was ok. You just gotta have faith!" Chasey
stepped close again. She reached down, pressed my cock through my
trousers, which, despite my best efforts, had already responded.
Chasey laughed, "Oh goody!"

  Linda said, "Cooperate, Brett. Do her, right here, right now."

  I could not believe it! This was my wife?

  "But --"

  Linda squeezed my shoulder painfully again. "Just do her,
Brett, ok. It'll be good for you. I'm going to enjoy watching."
She turned, robe swirled again, went back to the chair. Sitting,
she motioned with her hand.

  Chasey popped the button on her jacket and tossed it aside. I
was amazed that a woman with such a small frame could hold boobs
that large. They appeared big, round and firm and when she moved
they quivered invitingly. Her nipples were small, crinkled,
erect. I couldn't take my eyes off them to look at the rest of
her.

  She unzipped me and dug her left hand into my pants, found my
hardon and began squeezing and rubbing.

  "Oh, bloody hell," I said. "You just can't."

  "Yes I can," Chasey said softly as she kneeled down. "You have
to, your wife said."

  She smirked and fished out my hard cock. I squirmed. I'm not
big, ok, but I do grow quite a bit when erect, there's a large
difference in size. Chasey paused, holding it, tipped her head,
then knelt down before me. I stepped to the side, my back facing
Linda. Chasey ran her tongue up from the stem to the tip, smiling
with laughing eyes. I became hardest within seconds, pointing
straight up.

  "Hmmm…oh boy! I knew you'd be good."

  Her mouth quickly engulfed me. She bobbed her head while
sucking and licking. Her hand held the base and her other hand
was also busy doing something nice with my balls.

  Soon she pulled back and said, "I love this. Do you like it?
How does that feel? I did this with the boys today. It's great!"
And down again. And up again. She looked up me. "Does that feel
good?" She licked me. "I love it! This is so great! I've been
wanting to do this for so long." Down again. Gulp, gulp. She
alternately looked down then up at me with laughing eyes while
she worked.

  Eventually she pulled back, took a deep breath causing those
lovely orbs to rise. While she unbuckled my belt, she said, "I'm
such a slut! And I love it!" She laughed and dropped my pants,
pushed my underwear down.

  From behind me, Linda said, "You are indeed. I've seen you,
you're a bad little sluthoney."

  I reached out and touched Chasey's shoulders, turned my head
and looked at Linda.

  "You saw it?"

  "I sure am!" Chasey giggled. "I love being a slut!"

  "Brett, don't you dare turn away! Make her feel great. And yes
I have, but not today's."

  I turned back toward Chasey. She looked up with her blue eyes
while she sucked. I thought, This could not possibly be
happening!

  Chasey went into overdrive for a minute, pulling on me and
mouthing me quickly, like she couldn't get enough, pumping my
cock with her small fist and sucking at the same time, trying to
will the spunk out. My knob grew taught and deep purple. My body
jerked, shuddered.

  Shortly she withdrew and stood up, unsnapped her jeans and
dropped them. Naked underneath, too. Her hips were narrow, legs
trim; she had dark blonde pubic hair.

  Grasping my cock again, she went back to sucking with unbridled
enthusiasm.

  "Brett!" my wife barked, "Clothes off!"

  Chasey gulped loudly as she rubbed my glans along the top of
her mouth.

  She took momentary breath, "This is great!" More sucking.
Another breath, "You have to!" And another, "You are gunna so cum
for me."

  I unbuttoned my shirt and threw it across the room as Chasey
pushed my socks and shoes off.

  She stood, reached, encircled her arms around my neck. With a
hop she jumped up as hard as she could. I caught her in time. Her
ass was poised above my erect dick.

  "I'm ready," she breathed, kissing all over my face and then
kissing me. "Put it in, put it in right now. I get really turned
on sucking a guy. This is going to be so fun!"

  She squirmed and tried to lower herself. I didn't think I could
do it so I picked her up, put her down onto her feet. Her small
hands grasped my biceps and she looked up at me with big blue
eyes, pouting.

  I hadn't heard her come up behind me: Linda thumped me, I
tripped, fell down onto the floor, onto my back. My legs flailed.

  "Stay there!" she ordered. "Stay on your back, you useless male
slut. Chasey, fuck the life out of him."

  I felt awfully humiliated being ordered like that. Had my wife
turned dominatrix? I did not feel as if I had a choice. I was
being virtually raped by a pretty woman and brutally bossed about
by my gorgeous, stern wife.

  Chasey jumped, legs wide across me, slapped her small hands on
my chest, fingers spread. Grinning, eyes closed, head up, she
lowered herself onto my cock. I didn't go in at first so she
pushed and wriggled until I popped through.

  I groaned.

  "Yummy," she said. "Ooooh, yes, that feels wonderful! My god
that's good. I have wanted to fuck you for such a fucking long
time!"

  She moved forward and back in short sharp grinding motions,
rubbing her clitoris on my pelvic bone.

  "Oh yeah, love it, love it. Um, this is so fucking good!" She
started to pant with each fucking movement. "I'm gonna cum --
like mad. I did this -- with some of the boys." She closed her
eyes and groaned. "Oh yeah, oh yeah. Great!" Huff, huff, huff.

  "Help her out, fuck back!" Linda ordered. The chair creaked
again. I moved my hips up and down. It would not have been
difficult to throw Chasey off me, she was so light, but I could
not disappoint Linda and, honestly, I just felt stunned.

  "Yes! That's it, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me good." Chasey was
right into it, grinding and fucking fast now. "Cum on, go, go,
ooooo, unnnng, uh uh uh uh." She fucked fast and ground hard when
suddenly, she threw up her head and yelled very loudly,
"Yesssss!! That's it! Oh my fucking god!". She pumped up and down
hard on me, stopped and shook, her hands and arms even flailing.
I could feel her internal muscles contract in orgasmic rhythm.
She shook for a some time before her head came down.

  "Wow, that ... was good," she panted, "More ..." and she laid
down flat on me, hips moving again, my engorged cock sliding in
and out. I held her arms, a finger making little circles. "The
boys did me doggy --" puff puff, " -- and they got ... on top of
me," more puffs, "and ... they fucked me and fucked me." She
pulled at me, trying to roll over but she was way too small to
leverage us. "I came so much!"

  Linda said, "You did, dear. Brett, you have to make her cum
more." Her voice sounded a bit breathy. "Prove to me you can
really do it."

  I rolled us over. Chasey's legs pressed against my hips. My
feet were still pointed at Linda, so I had no idea what she was
doing other than watching. But I heard her chair creak from time
to time. Chasey's head only came to my neck. I proceeded to fuck
her as ordered. I pounded, my hips slapped her bony pelvis.

  "Harder," Chasey breathed. "Really give it to me. Come on!"

  She fucked up at me as hard as she could, thrusting so she
slapped loudly onto me. I fucked into her, grunting with each
thrust. Her legs came around, her knees came up and she pounded
her heals into my ass while my hips heaved.

  "Go, go, that's it … ung … uh … ugh! yes! … fuck me … great …
great … oooh yes, ooooo!!!" And she went off into another orgasm,
wrenching her little body while still bucking.

  I didn't cum. I was still stunned by this situation and how
fast it had happened. Here I was fucking a beautiful,
fantastically horny woman right before my own wife, who demanded
that I did this. I felt both degraded and ecstatic, guilty and
lustful.

  As if she had read my mind, Linda called out, "Brett, I want to
see you cum! Keep fucking!"

  I now panted myself as I fucked Chasey. Noisy minutes passed.
Chasey had another orgasm, then, gulping air, I rose off her.
When I turned, I got the shock of my life. Linda's  robe was
open. She was naked, her beautiful breasts exposed, her legs
spread wide, her hand at her crotch, clearly frigging herself
very vigorously. Her eyes were wide; they glared at me.

  "Don't just stand there, fuck her and cum! I have to see it."

  Yes, ma'am! I thought.

  Chasey scrambled up, still breathing heavily, those lovely
large tits heaving, and started to suck me again. That didn't
last long before she spun around, went down on hands and knees
facing away from Linda. She wiggled her ass at me.

  "Come on, doggy me!"

  I paused. A large red and orange fire breathing dragon tattoo
covered Chasey's back. The tail snaked right down in between her
ass cheeks.

  She moved her ass again.

  I bent down behind her, reinserted myself into her slick
passage and started fucking again. I grabbed her hips and began
pummelling. I could not only fuck faster and harder this way but
also use my arms and hands to move her, too.

  "Oh yes!" cried Chasey, "That's it. Yeah, yeah, go for it. Fuck
me. Fuck me faster, pump it into me, fuck that prick, come on,
go! Do it, yeah, fuck my cunt. I love it! This is great!"

  In moment she was cumming again, I couldn't miss it. She
emitted a long, rolling "Aaaaaaaaaa" sound while I shagged her.
When she finished, she pushed back at me and fucked harder.

  "More, for fuck's sake! More!"

  The next orgasm hit her in less than a minute.

  Suddenly, from behind me, I heard a gasp and moan. I twisted my
head while still fucking and saw Linda in the throws of orgasm.
Her body was contorted, eyes shut, her long-fingered hand
clutching her pussy, the middle finger pressed inside.

  Seeing my wife in the throes of lust and ecstasy set me off.
"Ungh!" I grunted and shot into Chasey. I hate it when that
happens, an orgasm sneaking up on me like that. I couldn't help
it. My cock convulsed and pumped more into her than I would have
wanted.

  "Yes, yes, yes! That's it! I'm cumming, too!" and with that she
started a high-pitched howl as she kept fucking back on me.
Simultaneous orgasm -- shit, that never happens to me. But here
it had.

  Soon we stopped and were just breathing hard. I placed my elbow
on Chasey's back.

  Linda said, "There. Now you have someone to fuck."

  Still rooted inside Chasey, I turned and looked at Linda.

  "Get your mind off me and get out of your funk. Go fuck that
sluthoney if you need it, not me. I don't know why she's got the
hots for you, but she does, she's a nice person, so go ahead. But
treat her with respect! Fuck her as often as she needs it but be
good to her too." Linda actually laughed.

  "But --" I started to say.

  "I know you love me. And part of me loves you, too, but there's
a lot more to me than you know. And right now, I can't give you
want you've yearned for. Chasey is my sub, my surrogate."

  I shook my head.

  Linda continued, "Of course, you never know what else might
happen."

  Chasey when she turned her head and said to Linda, "How's Mr.
Brennon?"

  "He fucks great, I like him. But he's not good being tied up
yet."

  Tied up? Oh, shit, I had no idea.

  Chasey pulled forward then we stood up. I was still pretty
hard. She pulled on my cock, grinned, then jumped up on me again.
This time I eased her down onto me, went right into her and
started fucking her while standing. As far as I was concerned,
Linda had given me the green light. Maybe I would be able to see
her get off some more watching us.

  "Just wait until I tell Bianca," Chasey giggled and then
started moaning loudly as I bounced her up and down rapidly.

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Author's notes:

There are layers to Chasey that are not revealed here, she's
complex and not what she appears. Linda, well, the same can be
said of her.

If this story turned you on, made your pussy wet or cock hard, if
you came, let me know! I thrive on readers' orgasms as much as
you take mine and I love to hear readers' details. Let me know
your own fantasies and experiences. Together we can have so much
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