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This is a work of erotic fiction. The subject is erotic in nature and
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or acts that are described here. It is meant solely for the reader's
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reading here. Please do not try these things at home. What may read as
exciting acts may be fatal to the participants if performed in real
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The Cuckold Club 11 – The Cuckold Wife

When I heard Helen's story I just knew that it belongs here. I have of
course stretched the meaning of the work "cuckold" here. But after
reading this you will agree that the word suits her perfectly. I will
let her tell you her story.

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Charles was the college hunk. Every girl lusted after him. Put two
girls together and give them 10 minutes and Charles would be the topic
of discussion for 8 of those minutes. So when Charles asked, one of
the school's most plain-looking girls, out on a date it made news. I
had not mentioned it to anyone and I wondered how the news had gotten
out. It was only later that I got to know that he had refused Sandra
and cited his date with me as the reason.

The date was everything that I had dreamt of. Charles was not just
good-looking, but caring and attentive. He was the perfect date. Later
that evening when he kissed me before I stepped out of his car he
said, "If I asked you to let me make love to me, would you let me?"

I blushed as I nodded.

"I won't. Do you know why?"

I wanted to suggest that maybe it was because I wasn't good-looking
enough. But held my silence.

"It is because you are not like the other women. You will be my wife."

My heart went racing, and I wanted to die as he said those words. I
couldn't believe that this incredible man wanted to marry me.

Over the next couple of years we became close friends. He would go out
with other women. I also knew that he was fucking all of them. But he
never once made an advance towards me. With me he was always the
perfect gentleman.

Then it happened. He came home and asked my father for my hand. My
father agreed and the date for the wedding was set.

From that day on he stopped seeing other women. He had time and eyes
only for me. I was the happiest girl in the world.

Our first one and half year of marriage was bliss. But as time when by
I noticed that Charles began to show a marked disinterest in me.
Especially on the sexual front, we had almost ceased having sexual
relations. Many a time I wanted to bring up the topic, but somehow it
never came out right and we would end up fighting.

In the fifth year of our marriage my sister came to stay with us. We
used to live in the same city, but they, she and her husband, had
their own place, but her husband had been offered a lucrative job in
the Middle East and she was not interested in joining him there and
giving up her career here. They asked us if it was okay if she moved
in with us. Charles and me were only too glad to have her.

Soon Charles was spending more time with Monica than he was with me. I
began to notice things like the way they were comfortable with each
other's bodies. Often he would hold her by the shoulder or stomach
while her passed her or moved her out of the way. The touches would be
casual and indicated a high level of comfort. Monica was just 20, and
at the peak of her beauty and Charles was still the hunk that he was
in college.

It was a hot Sunday afternoon when my worst fears were confirmed. I
had been to the market to do the weekly shopping. When I reached the
end of the road the car broke down and I was unable to start it. I
walked back home hoping to ask Charles for look into the matter. I
used my key and let myself into the house. I wasn't intending to be
snoopy, but as I opened the door the sounds coming from the bedroom
nearest the door froze me.

"Oh God Charles! Yours is the best body I have seen. Let me admire
it", my sister was telling my husband.

"Helen will be back soon."

"It will take her more than an hour. Come on let me see you and ogle.
You can fuck me all you want after that."

I closed the door behind me gently and tiptoed to the bedroom. Inside
my husband stood naked, an Adonis, and my sister was running her
fingers over his finely sculptured body.

Her fingers stopped at his nipples, and drew lazy circles around them.
As I watched his nipples got hard and firm. She stuck her tongue out
and flicked the tip over a nipple.

"Oh yeah!" Charles moaned.

"Like that?"

"Hmmm"

She then left a trail of little kisses down his stomach till she
reached his organ. She grabbed it in her fist and pointed it to her
face.

"He looks so angry", she noted.

"Careful! He'll spit on you", my husband teased her.

"Oh! Tell him to. I am waiting for him to spit all he has onto me",
she crooned as she licked the tip of his hard organ.

She parted her lips wider and took it into her mouth.

"Hmmm", she indicated her liking as the organ traveled deep into her
mouth and down her throat. She had taken it all the way in, her nose
was buried in his pubic hair. Slowly she moved away, his penis left
her mouth with a pop.

"Do you like being inside me?"

"Love it."

She smiled up at him, "I love it too darling. I love the taste of your
yummy sausage."

She began sucking him in earnest. Her fist masturbated him as it
pushed him in and pulled him out of her mouth.

She stopped and looked up at him, "Want to fuck me?"

He grabbed her by her hair and brought her too her feet. Roughly he
pushed her on to the bed. She giggled as she fell on the bed, and she
raised her legs spread wide apart.

"Come my Lord and King. Take what is rightfully yours. Your humble
slave awaits your royal attention."

He climbed on the bed and stood between her legs. He placed his foot
on her cunt and began to step down on it, moving the base of his feet
in a circular motion.

"Oh yeah! Harder darling, harder", she urged him on. He kept up he act
for quite a while more before taking his foot off her cunt. The base
of his foot was wet with her juices. He  held the foot out to her and
she licked up her juices from under his foot. He fell to his knees and
holding his penis, slid himself into her. They began to fuck wild and
loud.

Strangely I felt my cunt going wet. My fingers moved into my jeans and
began to furiously stroke myself as I watched the couple of the bed. I
struggled with my button and zipper as I undid my jeans with one hand
in my cunt. I let the jean slide down to my knees and stroked
furiously, matching the pace of the couple on the bed.

"Oh Charles! Deeper Charles! Harder Charles!", she cried out.

In my mind I also cried out to Charles to fuck me harder. In my mind I
pictured myself under him, feeling his body thrust as me. I had almost
my whole fist inside my slick we cunt.

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" they screamed in unison.

"Cumming", he told her.

"Me too", she shrieked. "Hold on, just give me a few more second.
Please", she begged him.

He kept banging her. I felt my orgasm arrive. I leaned on the wall
beside me, my fingers pushing more insistently at my clit.

"Aaahhh. Yessss", she screamed.

"Now honey, pull it out now", she told him.

He pulled out of her, and she sat up with practiced ease. She held her
mouth open to his penis. His sperm began to spurt forth in jets. Each
jet shooting into her mouth. She kept her mouth open till he was done,
and then she took him in. She sucked him slowly. When she opened her
mouth next it was empty.

The moans came without knowing. I had been furiously stroking yself.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! Oh yes!", I sank to my knees, and then to the floor,
squirming in erotic paradise.

Out of the corner of my eyes I saw both of them starting and then
getting out of bed. Slowly, they began to walk towards me. My orgasm
just kept going on and on. I couldn't help it. It hit me wave after
wave. I stopped all attempts to keep quiet and screamed out each
orgasm. As I did, tears of frustration, sadness and from a sense of
being cheated out of my right, rolled down my cheeks. I could seem
them through the filmy haze of my tears, standing above me and looking
down. But my orgasms kept coming.

Then it was over. I was so tired. I continued to lie there. When at
last I gathered myself and looked up, they were still there, looking
at me.

I stood up and pulled up my jeans, they were still naked and
comfortable in their nudity.

I started to slap Monica, but my palm never got there. Charles' had
gripped my wrist.

"Let's talk this over", he said in his quiet voice, the voice nobody
fucked with.

We moved to the living room. They sat together on the couch and me on a chair.

"Now that we are here, there is no sense in beating around the bush. I
don't enjoy fucking you anymore. But then you know that. I don't love
you either. I suppose you guessed that. But I have a sense of duty and
that duty is to you. I don't intend to step away from it unless you
push me to it. You can be my wife, but that is about it. I will have
sex with anybody I dam well feel like with. This is not a discussion,
it is my decision. You can live with it or walk out of it. I am taking
Monica back to bed. When we come back if your clothes are still in the
bedroom cupboard, I guess you are staying. If they aren't there, you
will hear from my lawyers and we will settle this as best we can."

With these words he grabbed Monica and took her back to the bedroom
she was using. They didn't bother closing the door. She lay on the bed
with her legs over the sides, resting on the floor. He was kneeling
between them and licking her cunt. Initially she tried controlling her
moans, but soon they were loud and each one sent an arrow through my
heart. Even worse, each moan made my cunt throb violently. I thought
about my life and what I had, then decided to finish the shopping. I
took Charles' keys and left for the supermarket.

When I returned, they were in the kitchen. She was in a loose shirt,
the buttons undone and a pair of panties. He was in a pair of shorts
which his torso left open for her to touch and admire.

"I used your car. Mine broke down at the end of the street."

"I'll look into it", he said. After he finished his coffee, he put on
a t-shirt and left the house.

I turned to Monica.

"Before you say anything, let me tell you that there isn't a woman
alive who wouldn't sleep with him. Next, if say one word and I tell
him about it. He won't like it. This is between the two of you, I am
just the cunt."

I could have strangled her there, but I didn't.

That evening when I went to bed after dinner, she was in my bed,
kissing my husband. I turned to leave.

"You don't have to go. This is your bed, and you can sleep here. She
will leave when I am through."

I went and lay down on my side. The slurping of their kissing kept me
awake. I lay frozen, feeling the bed moving familiarly. I lay on my
back, I saw from the corner of my eye, him climbing on to her. They
began to fuck in the missionary position. I lay rocking with the bed.

"Lift your legs and spread them", he told her. She complied.

I watched my husband fucking my sister in my marriage bed, and felt my
cunt getting wet. I reached down and pulled my night dress up to my
waist. I pushed my panties aside and began to stroke myself,
maintaining the rhythm my husband was fucking my sister with.

Their moans filled the bedroom, and mine merged with them.

"Ah! Yes! I'm almost there", she told him after he had pounded her for
the better part of 30 minutes.

His pounding didn't stop. He just kept at it. Soon she was screaming,
and I joined her. After we were done, he rolled off her, and lay on
his beck. She got up and knelt between his legs. She took his penis in
her mouth and began to suck it. I watched in fascination as my sister
performed an act I had never been able to perform. He had asked me a
lot of times, but I had refused. Today I would do anything to have his
penis in my mouth.

My train was thought was interrupted by fingers at my cunt. I was
shocked, and then I met her eyes. She smiled at me. Her fingers began
to play at my clit as she sucked off my husband. I spread my legs
wider, allowing her to slide a couple fo fingers into my cunt and use
them like a pounding cock.

Her fingers moved away, as she grabbed his cock and pounded it. She
held her tongue out and took his sperm on it. She pumped him till
there was nothing left. The she crawled over to me, and held her mouth
over mine. I opened my mouth and she dripped my husband's cum into my
mouth. After she had given me all she had, we French-kissed, our
tongues fighting for our man's cum.

Monica continued to share our bed till six months ago, when she had to
join her husband. But even before that Charles had begun bringing
other women to our bed. Sometimes I join in, like that night with
Monica, on other occasions I just lie there inert, listening to the
sounds of the sex happening beside me.
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