The Cuckold Journal of Jane and Mark – Part VIII

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Mark: Jane looked good in her new blouse and skirt; no, not just good, absolutely stunning and sexy. I stood back for a few moments and looked at her while she leant over her dressing table looking into the mirror as she applied her lippy. She had changed over these few two weeks; there was no doubt about it. I couldn’t put my finger exactly on one specific thing but she was more confident; more self assured and more self aware. I wouldn’t exactly say that before embarking on my cuckolding that she was insecure or timid and I certainly wouldn’t say that she was frumpy or had let herself go but there was a complete change in character. Compared to the Jane I was married to a month ago this Jane was a complete transformation. I have often heard it said that a husband can tell when his wife is having an affair when she suddenly takes more care of her appearance and changes her style of underwear. Well Jane had certainly done both. Of course, Jane was not having an affair. She had a lover; she had another man in her life; she had another man taking care of her sexual needs and it was all with my blessing. Yes, I know some might say I was stupid; sick even but I was happy and enjoying it. Tonight I had helped her bathe; shaved her pubic mound; massaged her with scented body oils and then helped her dress in a pink and black Basque and black, fishnet stockings. There were matching panties but she declined when I knelt at her feet with them in my hands. I had also helped her with putting her blouse on and then zipped up her skirt afterwards. All done for the pleasure of another man. Am I sick? Am I stupid? Think what you want. I am a cuckold and that is what is cuckolds do. Yes I know that it’s degrading; I know that it’s humiliating but that is what is exciting about the all. Am I izmir rus escort jealous? Of course I am. I am torn inside with the thought of her being in the arms of another man; the thought of their kissing; the thought of their caressing and the thought of their copulating. The thought of her touching another man’s cock; caressing it; kissing it; making it spurt forth its release had me churning inside but I was also excited. I had spent all that time preparing her for another man, naked. My cock was in such an excited state that it leaked constantly. Jane had to keep wiping me to stop it getting on her clothes. Just before I had helped her with her skirt I was in such an excited state as she wiped me that I came. I leant on her shoulders with my hands telling her how sorry I was as started to cum. She didn’t chide me; she didn’t stop; she had no intention of denying me pleasure. Jane just continued to stroke me as she held the tissue against the tip of my cock. “It’s ok darling you can cum. I know that you are excited about Alex filling my pussy for the next couple of days.” She told me. I came, not just in the tissue but also over her hand. Afterwards she washed her hand and wiped my cock clean. I was fully satisfied; not just fully satisfied but satisfied to an extent that I had not experienced in years. Jane had masturbated me many times over the course of the years I had known her. They had been satisfying of course but my orgasms had never been as fulfilling as the ones now. Having her do it while she teased me about her lover was absolutely mind blowing. Jane: When Alex greeted me at the front door he immediately took me in his arms and pulled me close. As we kissed his hands slid over the silk material covering my bottom. “You look izmir otele gelen escort bayan so fucking good!” He told me as his hand ventured under the hem. “No fucking panties!” He groaned. “Is there any point in wearing them when you are around?” I responded. He kissed me as his hand made its way to the front and touched my mound. It is so exciting having another man’s hand touching you; so different to the one you are used to touching you. His fingers were getting surer now. At first they were hesitant as if they would be brushed away; as if their touch would be spurned, but he knew now that there would be no rejection; his fingers were free to roam wherever they wanted; free to touch any part of my body he desired, free to do whatever they wished. His fingers slid down the grove between my cunt lips and back up again; reaching up to the hood of my clitty and then down to my opening. I parted my legs slightly; opened my thighs a little wider for him. I knew what I wanted from him; he knew what I wanted from him. His fingers slipped inside me; one finger at first, followed by another. I was wet, not just wet but soaking. “You’re so fucking wet.” He whispered. I moved my hand down from his shoulder to his groin. “This is what I want.” I told him as I gripped his hardness. He started to move towards the lounge doorway. Mark was stood by the kitchen door watching us. There was a bulge in his trousers too; I was surrounded by an abundance of bulging cocks; hard, eager cocks wanting my pussy but there was only one that would be penetrating me tonight. “Don’t disturb us please Mark.” Alex said as he closed the door behind us. Alex dropped down to his knees and lifted my skirt. With his head under my skirt and his hands firmly Escort Buca gripping my bottom he pulled me tight against him and buried his face into my mound. I groaned loudly as his tongue penetrated me. For a few minutes I stood there with the hem of my skirt in my hands. I had them lifted high, high enough to uncover his head but I could not keep it up for long. I was cumming; my knees were starting to tremble and I need to support myself. Alex brought me to a shattering orgasm as I leant on his shoulders; my skirt fully around his head. When he pulled away I kissed him; kissed his lips; kissed his cheeks; kissed his chin; I kissed his wet, pussy scented face. His hands then began to frantically tear at his belt. I looked down and watched him free himself; watching him loosen his trousers; watched him push them down and then step out of them; watched him push his boxers down as well and step out of them. I watched him bare himself; bare his throbbing cock. He wanted me; he was rampant and I trembled again at the thought of him penetrating me. He pulled me over to the settee and twisted me around. I didn’t get the chance to bend over voluntarily; he grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me down. Moments later my skirt had been lifted around my waist and his cock was pushing against my pussy lips from behind. It was fast; it was furious and it was violent. He gripped my long dark hair and pulled; he slapped my thigh hard and he called me names; wonderful filthy names. He didn’t need to call me a fuck whore; he didn’t to tell something that I didn’t know already. I was a fuck whore and his fuck whore. Mark: It hurt seeing that passion; it hurt watching them kiss; it hurt watching his hand under her skirt. I could understand things from his point of view; he was a man; that’s what men do if they get the chance. I remembered the times at the start of our relationship when I tried that and got my hand slapped away. Jane did not slap his hands away; in fact she actually parted her legs wider to give him greater access. When the door closed behind them I moved down the corridor and stood outside.

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