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This is a follow up story to my previous two stories that explained how my wife cheated and how that led to cuckolding.
Following where the second story left off, sex became regular between Claire and her coworker. He was married but living separately from his wife for work, so he had plenty of time, and lot of pent up sexual energy, and a place to facilitate it with my wife.
All three of us were enjoying the arrangement, and we had intentionally kept him in the dark about my knowledge of their activities. It just seemed easier to have him think it was an affair rather than risk upsetting things by trying to explain her being shared.
The only thing missing for me was that I was desperate to watch. Having her recount their play when she got home was fun. But I really wanted to watch it live. Of course, this was really challenging without his knowledge.
I reminded Claire every chance I got. And she always reminded me that it might ruin things altogether. And then one day, while she was riding me reverse cowgirl, she pointed out that if I was hiding in our walk in closet, I’d be able to say through the louvred doors. I came instantly.
Afterwards we began planning. How she would get him here when they’d only ever played at his. Her excuse for my whereabouts. Positions that would work best for watching from my vantage point. Some music to cover any accidental noises from the closet.
Eventually the day and hour arrived. At the agreed time I went to my hiding spot. A while later the door bell rang and I waited.
Eventually they burst through the door. Hands all over each other, kissing, exploring. My cock had been semi hard but now it rose to full attention. I resisted touching for now.
It had taken them a while to get from the front door to the bedroom door, but now they wasted no time. Pulling at each other’s clothes. He pulled her shirt off and tossed it. She undid his pants. He ripped his own shirt off. Her skirt dropped and she stepped out of it. She was wearing a sexy lace matching bra and thong she’d bought just for this occasion and I could tell he appreciated it.
Claire dropped to her knees and pulled his boxers down. His cock stood to attention, in front of her face. I felt precum ooze from my cock. She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around it. I touched my cock and it exploded. Dawn, not what I was expecting, I’d wanted to edge.
Suddenly I was hit with a wave of post nut regret. What the hell am I doing sitting here, covered in my own cum, watching my wife suck another guy’s cock. How did it come to this? Is there something wrong with me.
I tried to stay silent. Now out of fear of being humiliated if he’d caught me hiding and spying rather than not wanting to end their arrangement. I quietly cleaned myself up as best I could as Claire slurped on his cock a couple of metres away, trying to put on a good show for me, oblivious to the crisis I was having internally.
They moved onto the bed and Claire straddled his cock, riding him. Enjoying the rubbing of her clit against him while he was deep inside her. I wanted to scream “stop” but I’d brought this on myself.
Claire’s moans got louder as her clitoral and penetrative stimulation brought her closer to orgasm. My cock twitched. Maybe I’d been overreacting. This was actually kind of hot. I noticed how into it she was. She was really bouncing and grinding on his cock. His hands were teasing her sensitive nipples and grabbing her ass. And they kissed.
Soon my mind was back in the right space. I started stroking again. Careful this time to edge and not cum.
Claire, on the other hand, did orgasm. Her body quivered in a way that was familiar to me and she let out a loud moan. They spent a couple of minutes making out as she recovered and I went hands off to avoid a repeat of earlier.
When she was ready to continue she asked him to do her over the edge of the bed as we’d discussed. This put her ass in the air for deep penetration and gave me the best view. She bent over the bed, he stood beside and pushed deep into her. I continued edging.
With each thrust into her, he slapped into her ass. Her ass and breasts jiggled. Over and over again. The rhythmic slapping sound and jiggling was mesmerising as I slowly edged.
His hands held her hips as he thrust deeply into her. He grunted and thrust hard one final time, flooding my wife with his cum in front of me. I stopped holding back and came a second time.
Eventually he left and I could finally emerge from my closet prison. Claire and I fucked while replaying it
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