Cuckoo : © Lady Joyce Hamilton MF M+F wife 
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Claude came back from the bathroom, wearing his new 'Noel Coward' 
dressing gown. Eve thought to herself, 'and still I haven't seen him naked. I 
can't wait.' She was still wearing the panties and stockings that went with her 
bridal dress, and the light silk blouse that went under the corsage this winter's 
day. The lingerie was sexy enough, she knew, but she would like to perfume 
herself before Claude had her. For the very first time!

She was just slightly tipsy, but she took a glass with her into the bathroom, 
leaving the bottle with her bridegroom. 'I won't be long, lover. I can't wait.'

She soaked in the huge, round bath. It had been a lovely day. But what was to 
come would be even lovelier. Claude was a funny guy, to insist they waited for 
the wedding night. But she had to respect his religious beliefs, even though she 
didn't really, or at least didn't fully share them.

She sipped her wine, and put it back on the side of the bath. As she soaped her 
cunt, she couldn't resist a little squeeze on her clitoris...really awake now. Yes. 
She was going to enjoy this. She got out of the bath, and wrapped herself in 
the long, thick, pink towel. Her nipples were standing as she dried her tits, and 
there was no way her cunt would ever dry!

Never mind. She applied a spray of perfume to her thighs, a dab in her 
arsehole itself, and a spray on her tits. There. Now that was sexy. She felt her 
clit. Still hard, and her cuntlips wet. Now the undies she was going to wear to 
bed. Temporarily she expected. But she knew how much men liked sexy 
things, and expected Claude to prove to be no different.

She came back into the bedroom, and stood in the room, to show her new 
husband how lovely, how desirable she was in her white and pink shorty 
nightie with flimsy nylon panties. And her silky , white, bride's stockings with 
their lacy tops.

But. Oh dear! Her lover-to-be was snoring. The champagne bottle was empty. 
The glass knocked over. He was sitting up in bed, with his ridiculous gown, 
asleep. Drunk! She went over to him and shook him. 'Claude! Oh! How could 
you.'

He rolled over on his side, still unconscious. She knew nothing would wake 
him, and was close to tears with frustration, and with the grossness of the 
insult.   If there had been any more wine , she'd have drunk herself, too. And 
yet, her cunt still wanted him! Strange! She still felt randy.

A knock at the door. She looked at herself in the mirror. Respectable. No need 
to cover up more. She'd shown more on the beach yesterday! She opened the 
door.
The sight that met Antoine's eyes was , to say the least, everything he had 
hoped for. Jesus she was a lovely piece. Far too good for the stupid, priggish, 
religious Claude.

'I thought you and Claude might like another bottle, and took the liberty of 
bringing you one.'

'I know you! You're Claude's friend Antoine. I saw you at the wedding, but 
we didn't really get a chance to speak at the reception.'

'You were surrounded by admirers, who just wanted to be close to your 
incredible beauty! He's a lucky man, your Claude.'

'Thanks for the wine. Could you open it, please? I could do with a glass. And 
as you can see, Claude is in no state to open it himself....or anything else, come 
to that.' She laughed to cover, unsuccessfully, her embarrassment.

'Poor old Claude. He never could hold his drink. What a fool!' Antoine had 
opened the bottle, and poured two glasses, on the bedside table. He reached for 
Eve and held her. 'What a fool.'
Her breasts were pressed hard against his white dinner-jacket, and he had one 
hand up under her nightie, holding her by the flesh of her shoulders. The other 
rested on her panties, pulling her in to him as they kissed. Her flesh was firm, 
and he could feel muscle-tone under his palms.

He was surprised to feel her tongue enter his mouth, at the same moment as 
her hand, infiltrated between the two of them, grasped his cock through the 
white trousers of his dinner-jacket.

Later, the next day, looking back, Eve assumed it must have been the 
champagne. Just as it had knocked Claude out, it had removed her usual 
inhibitions. That and her anger and frustration at the insult by her new 
bridegroom, and the unsatisfied heat in her cunt. In all her eighteen years she 
had never done what she now did. Feeling the erection pressed against her 
belly as they kissed, she just had to feel it. She reached down between them 
and could grasp it, though the cloth of Antoine's trousers. Even greater daring! 
She got her hand down the front of his trousers and grasped him, naked there. 
It felt so good to her, and Antoine was whispering in her ear. 'That's so good! 
Eve! That's so good.' And his hand was inside her panties, reciprocating. She 
could feel his fingers opening her, and his finger rubbing up and down in her 
crack. It slipped and slid as she became more aroused. He slipped a finger right 
into her as they stood there.

And at that moment, Antoine realised how truly lucky he was. A hymen! My 
God! A hymen. She was a virgin. A virgin bride. And the dullard Claude was 
asleep. 

She was unbuttoning his shirt. Feeling his chest with her free hand. Kissing it. 
Fumbling with his catch on his trousers. 'Let me!' he said, and kicked off his 
shoes before dropping his trousers. she gasped at the unexpected size of his 
cock as it sprang at her from the open shirt-tails.

She lay down on the bed, her arse a welcoming sight for him, as he finished 
undressing. She had slipped her top off, but still had her panties on.

She smiled at him over her shoulder. 'Do you like my bottom?'

Antoine made a gesture , suggesting they had better not wake Claude up.

'Don't worry about him. I couldn't wake him up. And I tried! Well, do you 
like me?'

'This tells you that!' He smiled as he held his cock, and moved towards the 
bed. He lay down beside her, inches from her drunken husband, and took her 
again in his arms. Her hands were all over his body. 'God! What Claude is 
missing' he thought as he joined in, fondling, groping, stroking, patting, and 
above all kissing. He had one hand inside her panties, caressing her in her 
crotch, but the other played between tits and belly. And sometimes her lovely 
arse, that she was so obviously, and properly, proud of.

'I like this. Let me....' She sat up a moment and rolled her stockings down. 
Then, kneeling slipped her panties down slowly over her hips. As she faced 
him he watched her cunt come into view. She had shaved and shaped her 
pubic hair. It occurred to Antoine that she had done this for Claude, but that he 
was getting the benefit. He felt his cock twitch in anticipation.

Eve saw her partner's cock twitch as she slipped her panties down, and off, 
and knew she was having a better effect on this virile man than her effete and 
drunken husband. Well, sod him then. This was her wedding night, and she 
wasn't going to wait any longer. 

This time she lay down on top of Antoine, letting her tits press against his 
chest, and allowing his cock to slip into the juicy crack between her slightly 
open legs. But not up, in her as yet.
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Antoine was fondling, stroking and patting her lovely bottom, and allowing his 
hand to reach up into her crack, gently tapping and rubbing her anus and her 
still-closed cunt. But he knew she was ready for him as his cock slipped up 
and down her slit, as they wriggled in their caresses.

'I've never done it......'

'I know. I'll be gentle the first time. Like this will be best.' He lay beside, and 
slightly under her, so his cock would penetrate upwards. And also so that both 
of them could stimulate her clit. They lay here perhaps five minutes, his cock 
resting exactly against her cunt, while he and she both played with her clit. He 
could see from her flushed face, and the breasts swelling under his free hand 
that she was close.

'Now, darling?'

'Yes, Antoine. Now!' 

He pulled her down onto him, as he oh-so-gently eased his prick in. He felt the 
momentary block, and she gasped as he forced past it. Immediately he moved 
gently in and out. Their mutual stimulation of her clit had prepared her, and 
the pain was indeed momentary. Within seconds she was moving in rhythm 
with him, her bottom resting on his thighs. His left hand, arm under her 
shoulders, cupped one matchless breast, while the other tenderly caressed her 
thigh. She was moaning, eyes closed, while he  licked her neck, and whispered 
in her ear what a lovely young virgin she was.

He could feel her vagina gripping him....almost, he thought, like a bottom, so 
tight and vigorous was it. And then, suddenly, he felt her coming. She sought 
out his mouth and kissed him as she came, and he found the release welcome, 
as, quickening his pace, he allowed his own excitement to mount. With the last 
of her orgasm, he came, pumping come into that virgin cunt.

She continued to grip him after they came, and he stayed hard in her.

'Do you want to do it again, Antoine?'

'You know I do. From behind this time. Kneel down, darling.'

As she knelt, he saw the white sheets were all bloodied, pinkened with the 
mixture of her blood and his come. She knelt in front of him, and he could see 
the blood on her thighs, and in her cunt-lips. Again he marvelled at his fortune, 
and at the idiocy of his friend Claude.

Her shaven lips were plump as he parted them with his knob....he didn't need 
to use his fingers...and slipped his prick up in her. There was no gasp of pain 
this time, of course, but rather a satisfying sigh as she leant back on him.

She looked back at him over her shoulder. 'It didn't hurt this time. '

'And it never will again my darling.'

'That's lovely. Oh! Give it to me hard. Harder. Oh yes....'

She was panting as he did indeed fuck her as hard and as fast as he could. She 
felt his heavy balls smashing against her clit with every thrust of his thighs. 
She gripped his prick with her young cunt. She felt his hands grasping at her 
buttocks, and suddenly he was slapping her in time with his thrusts. Claude 
moaned in his sleep. The combination of the slapping of balls on her clit, of 
spanking, and of the moans of her husband were insupportable, and she came 
off, her second.

Still Antoine fucked, but slower, temporarily, and caressing rather than lashing 
her buttocks.

'You didn't come?'

'No. It takes me longer the second time!'

'I didn't know that. I think I was quicker.'

'You were, Eve. And you'll be quicker still this time.'

This time she was kneeling with her head below the level of the bed, making 
her buttocks rise up above her sloping back. Antoine rested one hand on her 
bum as he looked a moment at her lovely, sexy body in front of him. 'Now!' 
he said and with a great heave of his buttocks was off again. 

In this position, with her buttocks raised, he was plumbing right up into her, 
and she gave a little gasp as his knob reached a depth it had not before.

'I'm coming again. Oh I'm coming.' 

Antoine looked down at her tight little arsehole. Still virgin he thought. He 
considered it. No. Better save that for a later session, when she was more used 
to him. But the thought was enough, and this time he came, coinciding with 
her orgasm.

They lay side-by side. 'That was the best of them all. shall we do it again?'

'I'll need an hour or so to recover. Even with your lovely bod to help.' He 
kissed her nipple, which stood for him. 'And in any case, Claude may be 
coming round.'

'I think he's probably out for the count. But perhaps you'd better. ' She leaned 
down and kissed his cock, quiescent now. 'But as soon as I get back from my 
honeymoon?' 

And that was the arrangement. All three of them slept well that night!

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Claude stumbled back from the bathroom. 'I can't remember anything after we 
came up!'

'You were a tiger, Claude. I never guessed what it would be like.'

'Was I?' He was pleased....and relieved.

'You were. Look at these sheets!' They were stained with blood and cum. 
'Twice you did me...and I came three times!'

'I'm so glad you were a virgin, Eve. There are so few proper girls nowadays...'

'Wanker,' she thought. 'What a prick!'

He grasped for her. 'Lets....'

'Oh I couldn't this morning, Claude. Not after last night. It was lovely . But I 
really quite sore. You're very big, you know!'

'Of course, my darling...'

'Prick!' she thought.

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She had not relented all week. 'She was just too sore for any more....' She had, 
however, promised to see a doctor this first day back from her 'honeymoon'. 
She was sitting in her curlers, grey cotton dressinggown over her pink , rough 
cotton nightdress, when as she hoped the phone rang.

'Eve?'

'Antoine. I'm so glad you called. Claude has just gone out.'

'I know.'

'How.....?'

'I've taken the ground floor flat opposite you. If you look out of the window, 
you'll see.'

She didn't want Antoine to see her in these deliberately shabby and un-sexy 
clothes, so she quickly stripped naked, and ripped out the rollers, allowing her 
hair to fall over her shoulders. She went to the window. She could see him 
holding the telephone. As she watched he told her how lovely she looked, and 
rubbed his crotch.'

'Oh, show me! Show me it, Antoine.'

He laughed, and unzipped, allowing the erect cock  to spring out. 'Shall I come 
over. How long have we got?'

'All day.'

She just had time to put on some jewelry....a sliver belt and necklace, high heel 
shoes, a dab of perfume on her mound, and quickly brush her hair out. She 
looked at herself in the mirror, and even she had to admit she looked good!

The door was ajar. He closed it behind him, and went to the open door at the 
end if the short corridor.

The sight that greeted him was to remain with him all his life. She lay on her 
back on a fur rug. One hand grasped each ankle , and pulled them apart so her 
shaven cuntlips ,too, were strained wide open. She had an all-over tan from her 
recent holiday, and it was the same depth on her round, full tits as on her flat 
belly, with its prominent mons, and her long slim legs. Her eyes flashed with 
excitement.

The invitation to leap on top of her and fuck was clear, but Antoine was 
tempted by those smooth, swollen lips. Wordless, he knelt and kissed her 
between her thighs. 

She had perfumed her cunt for him, but it was the scent of hot pussy that drew 
him on. He ran his tongue up between her lips from her vagina to her clit. He 
nibbled her clit with his lips, and when he ran his tongue down again to her 
vagina, she had become slippery. He stuck his tongue into her, and then back 
up again to her clit, which stood, a hard little nub.

Eve knew that some men...and girls....'went down' like this, but it was a long 
way from her experience personally. And....how could he like it? How?   
'Antoine! Darling! What are you doing? How could you? Oh! Don't stop. It's 
lovely .'If fucking had been good, the sensations racing through her body, 
from her clit, were incredible.  Antoine felt her thighs rising and falling as he 
flicked at her clit with his tongue. She was rubbing the whole length of her wet 
slit against his face now, wriggling and moaning. He was pulling at her clit 
with pursed lips, releasing it, and pulling it again.

He could feel her coming, and he reached both hands up to grasp her tits, 
squeezing them, and pinching her nipples as she came. His face against her 
belly, her clit in his lips, he could feel the waves of pleasure through her belly.

He lay beside her now, and kissed her.

'That was lovely, Antoine. I never knew....'

'But now you want fucking?'

She reached for his erect cock. 'Please, darling. Give me it like last time!'

He thought about having her from behind. But those tits were really too 
tempting.                    
 As she lay back her tits still stood proud from her body, nipples puffy and 
hard from his manipulation, and the strength of her orgasm. She held her legs 
open for him, hands behind her knees. He didn't need to use his hands, as his 
knob found her, and he thrust powerfully up into her. One hand supporting 
himself, the other roved over her body, sampling tits, her hard belly, the white 
bikini triangle under and around the pubic hair...that she had clearly dressed 
for him.
Her thighs rose to meet each of his down-thrusts, and her dark eyes glittered as 
she told him how wonderful this was. How she loved him. How she wanted 
him.

She closed her eyes and her head rolled. He was pressed hard up against her 
pubes, hardly moving in and out, but grinding his pubic bone up against her 
clit as the cock moved perhaps an inch each thrust. He could feel her coming 
as she gripped and released his cock. Now! Now! She was moaning, but 
screamed with delight as suddenly  he pulled out and rammed back in. Out and 
in. Out and in. She was coming, and he felt his own spunk rising. She was in 
full orgasm, as he pumped his cum into her, before they collapsed, panting in 
each others' arms.

He rolled over beside her and lit two of her cigarettes, passing one to her.

'You are the best, Eve!'

'Best of how many?' she teased.

'Countless! He laughed. But you are the best...and I really mean that. He blew 
some smoke upwards, and then leaned over her. His lips brushed hers, and 
then brushed her nipple.

'I've only ever had you!'

'Has Claude still not?'

'I've been telling him I'm too sore after the great seeing-to he gave me on our 
wedding night!'

'He really can't remember?'

'No! And so he still hasn't been here.' She guided his hand to her cunt. 'Oh, 
yes! Like that! He was gently rubbing her clit and open cunt-lips. 'Yes , like 
that. I've had to promise to see a doctor. Today in fact. I'll have to pretend to, 
at any rate.' She giggled.

'Well, Dr Antoine. What do you recommend.'

'Oral sex, of course. Ideal for sore cunts. ' He was hard again now, and he 
knelt over her, his cock to her lips.

Her tits were big and firm enough for him to use them as a cunt, while she 
learned how to suck cock, encouraged by him. 

'Yes! With your tongue. Yes! Like that. Lovely! Oh yes!' She had a finger 
right in the crack of his arse now....and now the tip of it entered his bum. It 
was too much, and he came without warning. She gagged on the first spurt, but 
sucked on, swallowing each drop.

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She was waiting for her husband in her red see-through flimsies. She had 
mixed a jug of g&t ready for him. She looked at herself in the mirror. Not bad. 
And you could see her nipples, and the shape of her cunt hair. She had wanted 
to keep these for the pleasure of her lover. But she needed to be ultra-sexy if 
her plan was to work.

She heard him at the door, and teased both nipples into erection.

'Claude. You're early!' She handed him a tall glass, the match of her own.

'What did the doctor say, darling? '

She wondered why he stood there. Couldn't he just take her in his arms? 
'Nothing wrong with me, dear. We should just do it. Let's....'

He was all over her while she stripped him. Daft boxer shorts! Hands on her 
tits as she took his cock in her mouth. Was her husband small, or was it that 
her lover was big? One day she'd have to try some others and find out. He 
kicked his shorts away, and stood naked while his wife fellated him. For the 
first time this evening he wondered how she had learned to do it so well. He 
knew she had been a virgin when he took her on the wedding night. He'd seen 
the blood. Though he still couldn't remember much about 
it....correction....anything! Still she said he'd been good. Expect all women 
know how to do this instinctively. Very good, her hands cradling and tickling 
his balls while he pushed it in and out of her warm, wet mouth. Shit! Nearly 
coming! He pulled away. 

'Bed?'

She nodded. In the bedroom, she lay on the bed, still in her flimsy red undies. 
She felt her lust rising as they crushed together, kissing, legs inter-laced. He 
was very hard!

'Sit over me, and let me suck you again!'

As he sat over her, she pulled him down onto her face, and licked the ridge 
between his balls and his arsehole. He had one hand on her left breast, up 
under the transparent nylon. He looked at his hand through the fabric. Very 
exciting. He reached down and did the same with his other hand, down into 
her panties, feeling the hard, hot, wet clit. She moaned, and wanked his, 
unseen , cock harder. Again he was in danger of coming, and he raised himself 
off her, away from the tongue that was licking his anus, and the fingers 
working his cock into a frenzy.

'Suck me.'

He knelt between her legs, and for the first time in his life licked a hot cunt, 
through her thin panties. He pulled them down, and off over her bent knees 
and ankle. And now back to the petals of her cunt lips, sucking, licking, 
nibbling, while she writhed. He reached up and pulled her bra down from her 
tits, so it was draped over her chest. He took a breast in each hand, and 
squeezed, caressed, tweaked, even as he sucked and licked her towards 
orgasm.

He could feel himself almost coming again, and stopped, gripping his cock 
hard to stop the flow. She saw this, and decided the moment was right.

'Rub your cock in my slit. Please, rub your knob against my clit.'

He hardly dare move, so close was he to orgasm. But he couldn't refuse, and 
placed his knob inside her lips  and pressed it up against her clit. Now he knew 
he had to stop or he would disgrace himself, so he pulled away and knelt 
upright. Too late! He couldn't stop it. With a sob of despair he came, spurting 
all over her naked belly, over her tits, and great splashes onto her red bra.

'Oh no! How could you? Where does that leave me? No! That's no good. At 
least get me some tissues and clear this mess up.' She tore off the bra and 
threw it on the floor.

As she expected , her diatribe, and his crossing the room for tissues, removed 
any vestiges of erection, and his cock hung limply while he wiped up 'the 
mess'.

She turned her back to him. 'Now you'll just have to wait while I finish myself 
off!'

He was forced to watch while she wanked herself to completion. He couldn't 
see her fingers, and daren't move. But from the twisting and writhing of her 
lovely bum, which he could see, he knew she was coming off.

She turned back. 'You can have another try if you want. Oh dear. It's all gone 
limp. Here! Try to push it in. Perhaps you'll get it up once it's inside.'

Poor chap! She deliberately braced her cunt every time he tried to put the soft 
thing in, and it just wouldn't. She was teasing him now. 'Give it! I want it! 
Now!' It was too, too much. What with her demands, his sense of failure, but 
the excitement of her matchless body, legs drawn back, belly flat, tits standing, 
cunt so, so hot.....he just came. Not even erect this time. He came from a limp 
cock.

'Is that it? Is that all?' She pretended to be upset, almost to tears.

That night, she told him to sleep in the spare room. And he did.

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'And what about Claude?'

'You wouldn't believe it. He can't even get it up now. Completely impotent. 
And if he tries he just comes before he can get it hard enough to get it in. Not 
like you, lover. That was lovely.' She stubbed her cigarette out and reached for 
his cock.' And I do believe it's getting hard again. 'She leaned over him, and 
while he absent-mindedly stroked a tit with his spare hand, finishing his smoke 
with the other, she fellated him, licking her tongue up and down the front of 
his shaft as she knew he liked. And in moments he was hard again.

'Kneel, sweetie!'

As she knelt in front of him, her cunt lips were swollen, pouting from the 
thumping they had just received. He knelt and slurped his tongue up over the 
shaven, slippery surface, and down, more forcefully, parting the lips as he did 
so.

'Lovely, Antoine. But I want it in. Hard. Now. Please.'

He rubbed his cock up and down her opening lips, and then slipped it in , as 
easy as butter. She was coming even as he made his first thrust....never had he 
known a girl like this, and so recently a virgin, too. He stepped up, and gave 
her just the knob, while she ground her hips, and then thrust, only the second 
time, as she shouted her joy. His right hand was dabbling in her juices, and as 
she came, he loosened up her anus with the tip of one finger, working in the 
sticky love-juice.

Her orgasm went on and on, but suddenly took a fierce new impetus, as he 
withdrew from her cunt and slid it , with an effort, into the infinitely tighter 
channel of her bottom. She screamed, almost with rage, but as he reamed it in 
and out, so she started to orgasm again. She was sobbing, but he knew she was 
in a phase of multiple orgasm, each individual crisis smaller than her huge , 
first one, but followed immediately by another peak, and yet another. He was 
having the greatest difficulty stopping himself from shooting into this 
twitching, nipping, rolling bottom. Finally he could wait no longer, and he 
poured forth the biggest, hottest, thickest, longest fountain of cum into her 
bottom. She had one last, all-defeating orgasm as she felt the hot jism fill her 
and spill out down her legs, and they collapsed sideways onto the bed.

They were both asleep before she expelled his, now limp and satisfied cock 
from her arse.

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She woke first. It was dark, but the luminous dial of the alarm clock told her it 
was seven. 

'Ciel! Wake up, Antoine. He will be back in seconds.' She shook him.

She just had time to dress him, and to get ready for Claude's return....this 
involved stripping off anything sexy she'd worn for Antoine...though she was 
naked this time...putting on a wretched old, flocky, faded housecoat, and even 
curlers in her hair. A fag in her mouth, and a soap on the telly. The door 
opened.

'You won't guess who I met in the street outside!'

Like hell I won't, she thought. 'Who?'

'Antoine. It's an amazing coincidence...he's just taken an apartment in the 
block opposite. Talk about coincidence!'

'Antoine?'

'You remember at the wedding. Latin looking. Wore evening dress.'

'Oh that rather vulgar man. fancied himself.' She sniffed, contemptuous.

'Well, he's coming to dinner Saturday, tomorrow. Please make yourself look 
good, darling!'

'Not much point. Not for you...is there.' She sniffed again. 'I'll wear my blue 
satin.'

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The dinner was strange. Claude talked too much, and as usual got drunk. 
Under the table, she had a stockinged foot up into the crotch of Antoine, 
opposite, stroking his naked cock with her nyloned toes. He had a foot up into 
her crotch, tickling her clit. And yet outwardly they rather ignored each other. 
Antoine concentrating on talking with his 'friend' Claude, and filling his glass 
till the man finally collapsed, snoring.

'Pig!' said Eve. She got up from the table, and stood over in front of the 
window. She lifted her skirt hem, and showed her naked cunt. No surprise to 
her guest, whose toes had been dabbling in her slit this last hour. 'Could you 
see me from your apartment if I stood here?'

'Yes! And even from my cold, solitary bed! Though not as well as I can from 
here!' He got up from the table and came over to him.

She laughed and dodged him. A protesting snore and groan from the sleeper. 
'Pig!' She squatted down and opened her cunt lips , rubbing at her swollen clit.
                                                                                
'You've got me terribly hot. Do me here. Right here. In front of him. Yes. Do 
me'

She knelt down, so her naked tits were in the drunk's lap her thighs resting on 
the arms of his chair. She reached behind, and parted her cheeks...as if that was 
necessary, so swollen were her lips, and so hard was his cock.

It was her usual trick...scarcely had he entered her than she started the first of 
her nipping, gripping orgasms. This time he could scarcely hold himself back. 
An hour of his cock being rubbed by the gentle abrasion of a nylon-clad foot 
had brought him to the point, and they were both panting, mouthing sweet 
obscenities as they came. They finished, and both giggled as a snore and a 
muttered protest came from Claude, whose wife had just been fucked....all 
over him!

'Antoine! I've never come a strong as that. Never!'

'Nor me! I feel as if I've been emptied!'

'I've got to have a drink! Water!' She disengaged herself, and emptied the 
carafe. 'God! That's better!.'

Eve was silent a moment. 'I think it's because Claude was there. You know. I 
think that's why it was so good.'

'Me too. It was so good to humiliate him!'

'Yes! That's the word. It was good to humiliate him.'

'I tell you what, Eve.......' Antoine explained his plan to her.

'You're on. But first, that big thing....it had swollen again as he explained his 
scheme....that big thing again. In my tight little bottom this time.'


They pushed the debris of the meal to one end of the table, and Eve lay open at 
the edge, right under the nose of her slumbering husband. She stretched her 
cunt lips open, her fingers playing with lips, slit and clit, while Antoine eased 
his cock into her, using butter from the 
table, and her own juices to lubricate his entry. Her grimace was soon followed 
by the familiar squeals and grunts of pleasure....

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Claude had again come on her belly without getting entry...indeed without 
even getting hard. He was glum. She was triumphant, though she feigned 
anger.

'This can't go on, Claude. I'm a normal woman...and I have a right to be 
fucked. If you can't....and you can't', she flicked his limp cock with 
contempt...'then someone else will have to.'

'No. Eve. I couldn't take that. Please say you won't....'

'Well if you don't want to have me take a lover by myself...then you'd better 
arrange one you can keep an eye on. Someone I could fuck, but wouldn't like 
much. You could be there to make sure it all stays ok....'

'I don't know. That'd be better than you doing it yourself...but I don't know. 
Who is there?'

'Someone handsome....but vulgar, so I wouldn't fancy him except sexually.'

'You called Antoine vulgar!'

'And so he is....but I expect he can fuck. Unlike you!'

Claude considered. If his wife was going to take a lover....and to be fair, who 
could blame her, it was best he kept some control. And he knew she didn't 
really fancy Antoine. Yes. 'I think Antoine would agree, darling.'

'You bet he would,' she thought. But she said nothing.

'I'll ask him!'

She was careful not to seem too pleased!
       
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The evening was a success. Not only did Antoine fuck her, he fucked her while 
her husband sucked at her open cunt, but after her lover had come (and herself 
several times) he licked at her bottom and arse as she sucked Antoine to 
renewed erection.. 

Claude was enjoying this too much, she thought.  Time to take him down a 
peg. Luckily, he still hadn't managed an erection, but he hadn't come either, so 
there was always a risk.

She sat up against the pillows, joined by her lover on one side and her husband 
on the other. One lovely, hard cock, and one miserable limp worm. She lit a 
couple of cigarettes, and handed one to Antoine. They smoked. Another thing 
Claude couldn't join in, he thought. His wife was fondling her new lover's 
cock, while he was fondling her breast. Claude was not being fondled and was 
not fondling!

'Lovely body, your wife, Claude.' He tweaked a nipple making her squeal...but 
with pleasure.

She reached down and stroked Claude's thigh. 'Have you noticed what pretty 
legs Claude has got. Almost feminine.'

'Yes! At school the boys used to take the piss, didn't they Claude. They are 
good legs!'

Claude blushed. Eve stubbed out her cigarette and got up from the bed. She 
went over to her wardrobe and rummaged in a drawer. She returned with a 
handful of white silks. 'I've not used these since our wedding . Put them on 
Claude!'

'I couldn't....'

'You'll do what I say. Put them on. I want to see how feminine you can look. 
Stand by the bed and put them on....'His wife and her lover played with each 
others' bodies while he underwent this humiliation. As he fastened the 
suspenders, put on the stockings and panties, he had to listen to their 
discussion of him.

'No doubt, his legs do look very feminine, and especially in those 
stockings...were they really your bridal things?'

'Yes. Nice aren't they. Though he has got some hair.' She leaned over and 
pulled one of the fine hairs that were sparse on his upper thighs. 'We ought to 
have that removed. I'll take him to the beauty salon tomorrow. They do mine!'

'Have it all removed while you're at it. I mean, he hasn't got much...but have it 
all off. I like a smooth body.' He was fondling Claude's leg and arse. 

'I think we should say her. I mean she really is quite feminine. She should 
have a girl's name.'

'Claudette?'

'No. Something very different. Sheila, I think. Yes. Sheila. You're still stiff. 
Fuck her for me, Antoine. I'd love to watch you fuck her. Kneel down for him, 
Sheila.'

She reached under the bed, and found the pot of coldcream she'd secreted 
there. For a brief moment Claude wondered....but the question was banished 
from his mind by the feeling of fingers spreading the oil into his arse-crease. 
Eve held the crotch of the white panties to one side, and Antoine penetrated 
the virgin bum. Eve fingered her cunt inches from her husband's face. His 
wincing protests were even more exciting than she had hoped. Her lover was 
in full flow now, his thighs crashing into the pantied bottom. He could feel the 
anus relaxing under the vigorous pounding. Eve was close to coming.

Turn her over, Antoine. Fuck her from below. I want to shag her face.

Antoine entered the anus again, while Eva raked her cunt up and down chin, 
lips, tongue, nose. She noticed her husband getting hard, under the white satin 
panties, the outline of his cock quite clear. She came, shagging him hard, and 
then raised her cunt an inch or two from the face.

'Please, Eva. Let me put it in. I'm hard!'

'If you think I'm going to fuck a wimp who can only get a hard by putting on 
girl's lingerie and having himself fucked in the arse, you've got another think 
coming.' She laughed at him.

'Please, please.'

She ignored him, and her lover fucked even harder. Suddenly the front of the 
panties became transparent as the victim came, spurts of spunk soaking the 
white satin. His cock could now be seen as clear as if naked.

'The wimp's come in her panties.' Eva laughed. She leaned forward and 
kissed her lover, to add to her husband's humiliation, and at that moment 
Antoine came, and pumped his jism into the arse.

They lit cigarettes, and chatted while Sheila lay beside them. 'I'll buy her a 
wig tomorrow too.'

'Yes! But only for as long as it takes to grow her hair to a length it can be 
styled.'

'And shoes...stilettos. Her own clothes too.'

'You're very generous Antoine.' She kissed him. 

Nothing's too good for a girl who lends me her wife....and such a beautiful 
wife.' He was fondling her tits. 'And gives me her own arsehole as well.'

A tear ran down Claude's face. He was the picture of misery. His panties were 
getting clammy, a reminder of his sexual failures. His wife was making 
love....very well...to his friend. He could see nothing in the future but 
progressive feminisation and humiliation. His mouth and arse used for others' 
pleasure. His own cock a laughing stock.

'Oh for goodness sake, Sheila. Cheer up. And go to the bathroom to clear up 
that cum! It's all over your panties...and your stockings. Take them off.  And 
wash your arse as well. It's dripping cum!'

He crossed the room slowly...he really didn't look bad in his lingerie' Antoine 
thought. 
'In the wardrobe...the black satin nightie. And the matching g-string. We're 
going to be naked....but you'd better dress sexy.'

And while you're about it....put on some lipstick. When I'm finished up this 
delightful bottom, I'll want you to suck my cock hard again.'

His last view as he went to the bathroom, clutching his satin nightwear was of 
his happy wife opening her legs for her lover, his knob well into her sweet 
arsehole.

                                                          FINIS
