From: FDDH53D@prodigy.com (Hunter Jackson)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Fourth Ring - Ch.  3 [wife watch]
Date: 19 Aug 1995 01:56:54 GMT
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   The Fourth Ring - Chapter 3

   Copyright 1995 Hunter Jackson

   Predictably, Rick called mid-morning to schedule a lunch.  I was
resigned to the continued humiliation of picking up the check for the man
who made me a cuckhold.

   Rick was beaming with his sense of achievement when I met him at the
cafe'.  As we sat down at our table, Rick crowed "So, how's my boy?  I hope
your mommie taught you to be a good loser."

   Perhaps I lacked the depth of conviction from my earlier denials, but I
surprised myself by conjuring up enough strength to say: "Rick, I'm really
tiring of this entire charade.  You haven't accomplished anything, and you
certainly have no proof."

   "Tsk, tsk, tsk.." Rick replied as he shook his head condescendingly.  As
he did, Rick reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved a pair of black
silk thong panties which he deposited on my plate.

   I immediately recognized the panties as the pair that I had seen on Anne
for the first time, the night before.  After regaining some composure, I
picked the panties up with my finger and, while dangling them in front of
Rick, said "Rick, I'm surprised, I never knew this side of you.  After all,
a man of your station in life shouldn't wear women's underwear!"

   Rick was not amused.  "Look, pencil-dick ...  this is your proof.  Those
are Anne's panties that I kept as a souvenir from last night."

   "Oh, that explains the phone call in the middle of the night." I
smirked. "It was you up to your old games.  Damn near woke both me and Anne
up.  Oh, by the way, Anne doesn't wear or own any thong panties."

   As I surreptiously slid the panties in my jacket pocket (for later
examination and sniffing), Rick's face got red and angry.  Then, he relaxed
and suddenly became to laugh loudly.

   "Okay, okay, I get it.  I think I know what's going on." Rick gasped
after stifling his guffaw.  "Kinda strange, but whatever floats your
boat..! If you want undeniable proof, you shall have it."

   The rest of the lunch proceeded without mention of Anne or the wager. 
But, I did catch myself noticing Rick's cologne, the same smell that Anne
brought home.  I also began to imagine what Rick looked like in the nude
with particular time spent visualizing his erect cock and heavy testicles.
Indeed, kinda strange for a married, hetero guy.

   For the next few days, I wondered what kind of proof Rick had in mind.
To my disappointment, Anne did not ask for any "girls' nights out." I was
doubly disappointed to discover that the "prize" thong panties did not have
any dried semen.  There was the discernable aroma of Anne's juices, but
missing was the pungent odor of a man's ejaculate.

   The next Wednesday, Rick called and invited me to lunch, again.  I was
surprised.  Anne hadn't gone out at all the preceding evenings.  My
curiosity was piqued as I hurried to keep the lunch date.  I was anxious
and it didn't help that Rick was running late.  I was so nervous that I
ordered a drink, something that I never do at lunch.  After about ten
minutes of fidgiting, The waiter came over and handed me an envelope with
my name on it.  I opened it and found a novelty greeting card with the
picture of a shapely young woman bending over to reveal an ass comparable
to Anne's with lace panties.  On the inside, it read "The End is in Sight!"
Underneath was handwritten: "Your absolute proof awaits you in the master
bath of your house ...Rick"

   I threw a $20 down on the table and left the cafe' like a bat out of
Hell.  Fortunately, there were no speed traps between the restaurant and my
house.  When I arrived, I noticed that Anne's car was still in the garage,
but she was nowhere to be found.  Nevertheless, I headed straight to the
master bath.  But, to my frustration, there was nothing!  Absolutely,
nothing was amiss or out of the ordinary!  Like a fumbling treasure hunter,
I looked in every drawer and cupboard, under ever towel, even in the toilet
tank.  Zippo!  I was ready to go track down Rick and knock the shit out of
him, when I heard the front door open.  Anne's laughter was immediately
recognizable.  But, she was talking to someone else and moving towards the
bedroom.

   My instincts motivated my to hide or run.  In retrospect, it was absurd.
Here I was in my own home, feeling like a burglar.  Since I knew that the
french doors to our bedroom were locked, I was trapped in the master bath.
I switched off the light, and hoped that Anne didn't need to use the
facilities.

   Initially, I sat quietly on the commode.  Anne's voice grew louder as I
heard her enter the bedroom.  When I could make out what she was saying, I
was shocked.

   "God!  I'm dripping wet!  My panties are soaking." Anne exclaimed
breathlessly.

   Whether by serendipity or by plan, I realized that I could see most of
the bedroom including our bed in the reflection of the vanity mirror. 
There, I saw a reversed image of Anne unzipping a stylish red skirt and
letting it fall to the floor where she kicked it away from her feet.  She
was still wearing matching red pumps and thigh-high stockings.  The tail of
her white, silk blouse covered her panties.

   Although I was somewhat disoriented by the mirror image, I realized that
she was looking towards the door to the living room as she began to slowly
unbutton her blouse.  As she did, she licked her lips in a seductive manner
I had never seen before.  With a glistening pout, she finished with the
last button.  Anne opened the blouse that slipped from her shoulders to the
floor.  To my surprise, Anne was not wearing a bra.  Her 34B breasts were
fully exposed with her nipples erect.  With her blouse gone, I could
finally see Anne's panties.  They were skimpy, high-cut and, she was right.
There was a very noticeable dark wet spot seeping through the crotch.

   Anne's gaze was still directed towards the bedroom door.  "Do you still
like what you see?" Anne asked in a deep voice.

   I heard a male voice reply "umm-hmmm."

   "Prove it.  Show me that you like it." Anne commanded.

   From my angle, I couldn't see her male guest, but I knew it had to be
Rick.  I heard the sound of rustling clothes and, then, an unzipping
zipper. With that sound, Anne's eyes grew very large as she looked down. 
Her breathing grew faster, and she started manipulating her hard nipples.

   "God.  It looks even larger in the day light." Anne licked her lips
again while working her nipples.  Suddenly, Anne squatted down gracefully
keeping her balance in her high heels.  With her legs spread, emphasizing
the growing wet spot that now almost saturated the entirety of her
underwear, Anne beckoned with her index finger.  "Please ...  bring it
here. I need to taste it, feel it ..."

   In anticipation, both Anne and I waited.  The on the edge of the mirror,
I saw a bulbous cock-head, pre-cum fluid dribbling from the hole.  It was a
little difficult to estimate its size given the absence of a reference
object.  But, it seemed abnormally large.  Slowly, the shaft came into
view. It too seemed thick and had bulging veins.  I expected to immediately
see Rick's body, but more and more shaft followed until it culminated in
dark brown pubic hair with commensurate testicles swaying heavily between
Rick's muscular legs.

   When Rick reached Anne, I could finally appreciate the massive size of
Rick's genitals.  His cock-head touched the bottom of her chin while
brushing Anne's nostrils.  Its length and girth were far greater than my
slim 6 inches.  I mentally guessed 9-10 inches in length and, as Anne
grasped his dick, her hand could not quite encircle it.  In a worshipping
manner, Anne's tongue dabbed up Rick's pre-cum.  She then closed her eyes
and kissed the tip of the mammoth rod.  Just as Anne's lips parted wide, in
a optimistic effort to give passage to Rick's erection, Rick motioned to
the bedstand and said: "Shouldn't you cover up Bill's picture?"

   With a wicked smile, Anne got up and retrieved our wedding photo that
she kept next to the bed.  She strategically placed it on the bed, inches
away from Rick's cock.  Then Anne lifted Rick's cock to the photo and, in a
flaunting manner, slurped the head into her mouth.

   The humiliation excited me.  Anne's lips were strecthed taut and her jaw
wide open as she did her best to fellate Rick.  In the background was our
wedding picture.  Despite her efforts, Anne's petite mouth could not
accomodate more than 4 inches of Rick's dick.

   After about five minutes of valiant efforts, Anne stopped sucking and
stode up.  She slipped her sopping panties off and laid back on the bed. 
Her legs were splayed wide and I could clearly see her engorged labia
glistening with her lubricants.

   "Rick, I need you to fuck me good!  It's about time that I get really
well fucked in this bed!"

   That hurt, but my own erection throbbed.

   Anne positioned out wedding protrait at the end of the bed between her
legs.  Rick climbed between her thighs and began to run the tip of his cock
up and down Anne's slit.  It seemed to dwarf Anne's crotch.  Anne's eyes
shut and she began to moan softly as Rick prepped her for entry.  As he
did, there was a squishing sound as Anne's juices flowed.

   "I think your pussy is starting to get use to me, its opening wide."
Rick remarked.

   "Ummm-hmmm.  It misses your thick, long cock.  It wishes that you were
fucking it raw 24 hours a day."

   I was amazed.  The impossible seemed to begin to happen.  Anne's petite
pussy was expanding beyond anything I had ever witnessed.  Rick's cock-head
disappeared and Anne sighed, breathed in deeply and tilted her pelvis to
aid the invader.  The lips to her vagina were stretched around Rick's girth
as he slowly plunged deeper.  After about three minutes of manuvering, I
could no longer see Rick's cock; his grapefruit-sized balls rested in the
crack of Anne's ass.  It was an awesome sight.

   Rick began to pump the full length of his cock in and out of Anne's
distended cunt.  Anne became very vocal as Rick's tempo increased, moaning
and whimpering in obvious ecstasy.  The slurping noises coming from her
pussy as Rick pounded away were nasty.  With each thrust, Anne's body would
recoil and her breasts wiggle as Rick's penis rammed her cervix further
back into her abdomin.

   To my amazement, Anne's stomach began to undulate with an orgasm after
about five mintues of frantic fucking.  Rick wouldn't let up and allow the
spasms to subside.  Instead, he worked Anne's pussy like a finely tuned
instrument, bringing her again and again to climax until I lost count.

   By know my own dick was throbbing as if ready to explode.  Suddenly, in
the reflection of the mirror, I saw Rick's pace reach a crescendo, his
sperm-laden balls tightened and with an enormous grunt he launch his cum
into the deepest regions of Anne's overstretched vagina, at the door to her
womb.  Rick's load was so voluminous that there was inadequate space in
Anne's vagina to accomodate both Rick's semen and his convulsing cock. 
Thick, white cum oozed out around Rick's embedded shaft.

   Then, I realized that my own cum was saturating my pants and running
down my leg.

   After a momentary respite in which Rick and Anne (and I) caught their
breath, Rick withdrew his still erect member with a "plop" from Anne's
gaping opening.  Anne proceeded to suck Rick for all she was worth.  Anne's
cultured restraint and manners were all but gone; she slurped and lapped
with utter abandon.  After about fifteen minutes of ministrations, Rick
rolled Anne over on to all fours and plunged back in doggy-style.

   Rick spent the next 90 minutes fucking Anne in every imaginable
position. Twice more he spewed his semen into her pussy, each time his load
seemed, incredibly, to be as large as the first.  Rick cum matted Anne's
dark pubic hair and flowed freely from her cunt after Rick withdrew for the
last time.  Anne had had innumerable orgasms and collapsed, naked but for
the sweat glistening all over her body.  Rick dressed walked over and
kissed Anne fully on the lips.  Exhausted, she mumbled, "Thank you for
cumming ...please cum again."

   Before Rick left the bedroom, he turned to the darkness in the
masterbath and looked directly into the vanity mirror.  It immediately
dawned on me that reflections work both directions.  Staring with a
satisfied smirk, Rick zipped up his fly with an arrogant flair.  Without
saying a word, he turned and left.

   I waited for another fifteen minutes to see if Anne would also leave,
but she was sound asleep.As I emerged from the bathroom, the smell of sex
permeated the room.  I looked at my satiated wife splayed nude on our
marital bed with another man's sperm running out of her well-worn pussy. 
The picture was too much for me to take.  I climbed into bed between her
legs and proceeded to lick the remnants of the illicit coupling from her
folds.  Anne moaned quietly, as my tongue darted in and out of her swollen
labia, but her eyes never opened.  My own frenzy increased as I slobbered,
face down in her crotch.  After sucking every available drop out, I noticed
that I had come again.  Then, exhaustion overtook me as well, and I fell
into a deep sleep.

   When I awoke, it was 9:30 PM, Anne was out in the den watching TV with
the kids who had since come home from school.  Embarrassed, I didn't say
anything to Anne.  She, too, was silent although there was a contented
smile on her face.

   In the nine months which have passed since Rick gave me "absolute
proof," Anne will go out once or twice a week and return home in the wee
hours of the morning.  Sometimes Rick will still call before she comes home
and let the phone ring four times.  When Anne comes in, there is no doubt
that she has been well-fucked.  Without mentioning anything, she strips out
of her clothes, climbs on top of me, stradles my head and lowers her
sopping, oozing pussy onto my mouth for cleaning.

   This past week, after sucking down the last dollop of Rick's semen from
her now-permanently enlarged pussy, Anne surprised me by mentioning that
she was thinking about having another child.  Instantaneously, I shot my
load....You see, I hadn't cum inside her vagina for almost five months. I
wonder how she plans on getting pregnant?!
   
   End.  


  
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