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Sarah’s Game part 1
I have recently retired and have stumbled upon a memory stick containing a few stories I wrote and published on a couple of forums many years ago under the name of Jaiceeuk.
It has motivated me to re edit and rework a little and post to hopefully reach a new audience.
Please feel free to message or comment with feedback, both are always welcome.
All my cuckold stories are based on 3 principles;
- The only true cuckold is a reluctant cuckold.
- All cuckold relationships should be female led.
- The actual act itself is better left to the imagination not described in words.
Sarah’s Game – part one – Jaiceeuk
“Oh my god, you should have seen your face, so sad and helpless, that made me so hot”
Sarah was sprawled in the armchair. Her face flushed from the effects of alchohol, or was it excitement.
“I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun”.
James sat sullenly on the sofa opposite, his eyes drawn to his wife,s long shapely legs, exposed to the thigh as her black cocktail dress had ridden up. He could see the dark bands of her stockings and just a hint of suspender clip.
“I can’t believe you did that to me” his voice barely a whisper.
“But I did, didn’t I. We can’t change that now, there’s no going back”. Sarah giggled at her husband’s forlorn look. “I’m sure it must of excited you on some level honey, you didn’t do anything to stop me did you”?
It was supposed to have been a romantic evening to celebrate their anniversary. After the meal it had been James’s idea to finish the evening off in a local wine bar. His mistake. Carrying the drinks to the dimly lit alcove James had been surprised to see a stranger sitting opposite his wife.
“James this is Peter, Sarah introduced the stranger, “you remember me telling you all about Peter don’t you honey?”
The amused smile on on his wife’s face was all it took to for James to redden in embarassment.
Of course he knew all about Peter. It was her favourite bedroom game. Peter had been her best, her biggest and Sarah loved teasing James by relating the every detail of her past lover’s superiority. James, to his chagrin and his wife’s amusement always found himself getting helplessly aroused by her taunting him.
After all It was only a game, a fantasy, nothing more. Some may find it odd, perverted even, but while he could not explain why it turned him on so much he just knew it did. Sarah knew it too and took great delight in using it against him, belittling him. She loved the power as much as he loved the embarrassment.
But this was suddenly different. Peter was no longer a faceless fantasy figure. He was a six foot plus, well built, good looking reality.
“I was just leaving”, Peter explained as he stood to shake James’s hand. A firm confident grip that did nothing to ease James’s sudden feelings of inadequacy .
“No don’t go”, Sarah implored, “join us for a drink, please, it’s been so long”.
James’s look of horror only encouraged his wife.
“I’m sure James would love you to stay, wouldn’t you darling? She smiled meaningfully up at her husband, “After all, he’s always asking me about you”.
Peter looked puzzled as Sarah giggled at her husbands shocked expression.
“Go on James, be a dear and get Peter a drink there’s a good boy”
Sarah turned back to her ex as she deliberately dismissed her husband with a wave of her hand.
James, horrified at his wife’s belittling behaviour had no choice and scuttled off back to the bar.
Now, watching him from her armchair, legs crossed, fully aware of his eyes taking in the sight of her exposed thighs “ I thought you were going to say no when I told you to, you know, get him a drink” Sarah was smiling as she recalled his reluctance.
“I tried to” James admitted , but the way you looked at me, I knew you meant it. I Knew I had no choice”
“You wanted to really though didn’t you”?Sarah teased. “You couldn’t help yourself, It wasn’t just to please me.
“No..yes…I don’t know. I was nervous, embarrassed, worried what you were going to say and what he’d think of me, but at the same time I was…oh god I don’t know”. James put his head in his hands.
“You don’t know darling, aww you poor thing, Sarah purred in mock sympathy, “Maybe, you were excited, have you thought of that? Aroused maybe? It’s nothing to be ashamed of, it’s the way you are. I like you like that. You looked so helpless, so lost, so inferior.”
It had happened just a few minutes after they had all sat down together. Introductions formally made, niceties observed, an undercurrent of uncertainty as to where this was going. Peter had excused himself to use the toilet.
“Follow him in”, Sarah had insisted as soon as he was out of earshot. “I want you to see it for yourself”
“I can’t” James had objected immediately.
Sarah giggled, “do it for me, it will be hot. Make sure he notices you looking, make sure he sees yours too. So he knows.”
Now James looked up as his wife stood and slowly walked over to the sofa. Ruffling his hair briefly, a gentle almost sympathetic stroke on his cheek, Sitting next to him, staring into his eyes, still smiling as she unzipped him, searched around with delicate fingers and finally pulled him free.
Sarah glanced down and inspected his erection. “I’m glad you obeyed me, saw how much bigger he is, it will help you undersatand how much better it was for me.” She paused for a moment, light teasing fingers working on him. “What do think he thought when he saw yours honey? There’s no comparison really is there, I’m glad you know that now, she leaned in to whisper in his ear, and he knows now too doesn’t he”?
James groaned as his wife slowly stroked him, excited and scared at the time, not sure where they were heading, not sure whether to go with it or object now, stop this once and for all.
Sarah was fully aware of this but had no intention of letting him off the hook. She was calling the shots and loving every minute of it, loving the power she was exerting over her husband.
“You took a long time in there. You must of been at least ten minutes after him coming back to the table. Why so long honey? “Were you embarrassed? A little ashamed maybe?
The truth was he hadn’t known what to do. The memory was so vivid, glancing down as his wife had ordered, just one quick glance, Peter wouldn’t notice would he? But the shock, so big, so much bigger than his. He couldn’t help but stare, couldn’t believe it. When he finally tore his eyes away he realised Peter was looking at him with a puzzled expression. Then Peter glanced down at him, was that a smile on his face a smirk, there was no doubt he now recognized what this was all about.
Without a word Peter zipped up and left. James stood, heart beating fast, face scarlet with embarassment at what he’d just done. He splashed cold water on his face but it remained flushed as he looked in the mirror. He lost all track of time as he tried desperately to compose himself and return to the table.
“You looked like a little lost boy when you came out”Sarah teased. I’ll never forget that look on your face. It was so hot to see you all flustered and confused. Were you surprised to see him sitting next to me”?
James nodded, he was surprised, annoyed that Peter had taken his place beside his wife.
“He saw you honey, remember, that changed it all, he knew”.
“Changed what, how? James asked, struggling to concentrate as Sarah’s fingers continued her soft teasing.
“Everything, he knew you were no threat, no obstacle. He touched me as soon as he sat down you know. While you were still in the mens room, he put his hand on my thigh and kissed me”.
“Sarah, no. I don’t want to know …..
“Shhh honey, Sarah interrupted, “you have to know, to understand, it’s for the best., for both of us. When you sat back down he had his hand inside my skirt under the table, stroking, so good I couldn’t resist, I just had to touch him back”.
Sarah looked down at her husband’s cock encircled by her fingers. “So different to you, so much bigger, even through his trousers, so hard, a real man’s cock honey”
As she spoke Sarah started moving her hand faster her lips gently brushing his ear, her voice whispering “it’s puts this one to shame doesn’t it, puts you to shame, you’ll have to get used to being second best honey won’t you. It’s never going to change. Admit it to me now and I’ll let you cum. Let me hear you say it “I’ll always be second best now”
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