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Cuckold (Cougargirl and Genderbender)

CougarGirl

CougarGirl

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A place in Wales that you can't pronounce
I heard my phone ping, announcing an incoming message. It was out of reach, but I wouldn't have answered it anyway. I mean, it's not polite is it when you're riding a guy. It would have put him off his rhythm. Put me off too. I only read it later and, when I had read it, I wondered if it would have made any difference if I had read it as soon as it came in.

Maybe, maybe not.

Anyway, I left it and carried on.

'Come on stallion,' I shouted, digging my heels into his legs - I was wearing a pair of stilettos, 'don't give up, we're almost at the finishing line.'
 
The project was going well, ahead of schedule, so we gave ourselves the afternoon off. Which is how I came to arrive home early. My wife's car was in the drive but there was no sign of her in the kitchen. I heard her phone pinging in the bedroom, so I tiptoed up the stairs to surprise her. I had been busy lately, so it would be good to book in for a full service.

As I drew closer, I heard another noise. Unmistakeable. The springs on our bed. We've said so often we should get a new mattress, but why bother when there is no one else to hear them.

My hand was on the door knob, when I heard Sharon's voice. Deep, almost like a man's, although that's the only thing about her that is like a man. Who was she talking to?

I listened for a moment and then opened the door. I didn't knock. Why should I, it was my bedroom.
 
'Hi, Jim, this is Drew. You've met, haven't you.'

Drew lived just round the corner and we had met at a neighbourhood BBQ last year, although that wasn't when we started fucking. That only happened later.

I knew Drew had cum, otherwise I'd have had to make the tricky decision whether to carry on and finish him off.

Unsure what to do next, to be honest.

Depending on Jim's reaction, this could work out well or badly.
 
Sure, of course, I recognise Drew. Seen him around the neighbourhood, maybe even nodded in passing, perhaps spoken to him at a BBQ.

But his is rather different. He's lying on my bed, stark bollock naked, with his dick up my wife's pussy, with a grin on his face that says he's just dumped his load.

I see he has a thick chest of hair. Not noticed that before. Why would I? He's always been dressed when I saw him.

Sharon has just cum too, I recognise that look.

But what am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to react?

Do I slap her? Do I punch him and kick his ass out of my house and toss his clothes after him?

Trouble is, there's no etiquette for this sort of occasion.

In the end, I open my mouth and words come out.

'Just what is going on?'

Tame, I know, pathetic, true, but would you have done any better? Have any of you been in this position? If so, let me know?
 
'What's going on?' I mimicked his whine. 'What's going on?'

I glared at him, defiantly.

'Isn't it obvious what's going on? Drew and I have just been fucking. We'd just finished in fact or I'd have asked you to wait outside until we finished. Unless,' I smiled at Drew conspiratorially, 'we asked you to join us.'

Drew smiled and joined in the tease. At least, I assumed he was teasing.

'Sure, Jim, why not. I'm spent for the moment, but Sharon is good to go for another bout if you like. So long as,' he paused mischievously, 'you don't mind me hanging around to watch.'

'And,' I added, 'you don't mind your cock swimming through Drew's spunk.'

Jim looked like he was about to throw up.

'Seriously,' I rubbed salt into his wound, 'some guys get turned on by it, massively. Dawn next door says her husband is rampant when she describes what she did that afternoon with Walter.' Walt was another neighbour and, to save you wondering, no, I haven't fucked him, not my type, although he did try it on once.

Cruel, aren't I.
 
This was intolerable. She was openly laughing at me, they both were.

'We need to talk,' I snapped, trying to keep my emotions under control, and walked out.

She took her time. For a while I thought she wasn't going to follow me. Then I realised she would be dressing. I was wrong about both.

When she eventually came down stairs, she was wearing just her heels. Her thighs were wet. Was she deliberately flaunting what she had done?

Having got her here, I wasn't sure what to say. I knew how I felt, but putting it into words when faced with a naked woman who was grinning at me, words failed me.

'Do the neighbours what's going on?' I managed at last. I needed to know whether they were laughing behind my back like she was to my face.

She ignored my question and just came and stood in front of me, so close her tits were almost rubbing on my shirt.

'Have you told our friends about what you're doing?' How was I going to meet them again when they knew she was making a fool of me with this hairy guy.

Still no answer. Then – I could not believe what she was doing – she began rubbing herself against me, like she does when we're dancing and she's drunk.

She was coming on to me with Drew's cum dribbling down her legs.

And speaking of Drew, I heard the click of the front door. He had sneaked out. Good riddance.

I put my hands on Sharon's hips and pushed her away.
 
'Come on, Jim, don't be so miserable.' I refused to let his attitude spoke my post-coital pleasure.

'This is nothing personal. Everyone does it. I was sure you were shagging Milly. She's obviously got the hots for you. Everyone said so after that party last year when Karen was sick in the hottub.'

I approached him again.

'What do you think of me like this. It's how I walk around when you're not here. It's how I met Drew as a matter of fact. He came round on an errand from his wife and found me like this.'

My hand rested on his chest and slid down south.

Nothing, no reaction.

There had been a time when he would have had been on my back before I got to his belt. Not today. Not yet, anyway.

'Jim, darling, this is just fun, that's all. It's not because he's better in bed than you are. Or bigger. He's just a normal guy and we have some fun. Like we can, now, come on, what do you say. It's what we would be doing now if you had sent a text to say you were on the way.'

I began to unbuckle his belt.
 
She was right. That was exactly what would have happened if he had sent a text. And Drew would have been clear leaving a pussy load of his spunk for my cock to swim through. Which made me think.

'How often have you fucked me after being with that guy?'

The question was of supreme importance. He didn't play second fiddle to me, because when we fucked we stayed together all night. But how often was I just the dessert?

Sharon did not answer my question. She just kept unbuckling my pants.

Normally, I would be rampant by the time she got the zip down. Not tonight, though. With my pants round my ankles, my cock was hanging as soft as a five year old kid's.

'See,' I spat, the pain catching in my throat, 'see what you have done to me.'

I had never been like this with a woman, not once, ever.

'I won't ever be able to trust you again.' My voice was cold and emphatic.
 
This can happen to some guys. They go all flaccid at the idea of their wives or partners shagging another guy. I mean, why is it such a big deal? I wouldn't get upset if he was shagging Milly. He may be for all I know. Other guys like to watch or join in or at least hear details of what happened. It turns them on that their woman is admired and desired by other men. They are proud that she stays with them.

I've to help him through this, though. A floppy dick is no used to me, not at all.

So down I go. Suck him in nice and slow, lots of eye contact, although he tries to look away, he can't.

Soon, he'll be stiffening up nicely.
 
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