This is a fictional story written in the first person. Although these events didn’t happen even though I wished they had done.
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Before we go any further, I should mention that I’d said to Simon that I was a cuckold several months ago but at the time he’d just looked blankly at me. This was the first time we’d had the opportunity to meet since then.
I looked at him with a degree of surprise at his open question about ‘being a cuck’ as he’s usually more reserved than this. “Pub rules?” I asked. “Pub rules” he acknowledged.
Reaching for my pint I asked “Ok. What do you want to know?”
“How does it work? I don’t really get it.”
I eyed him somewhat suspiciously as he was obviously fishing but ok, I’d go along with it. “Well, she has a lover and she meets up with him for a fuck. They usually meet up once or twice a week and then she comes home a few hours later. It depends though. Sometimes she’s back in an hour, sometimes several hours.”
I pointed to my empty glass and said “Your turn.” With a slight start he got up and took both our glasses off to the bar for a top up. I needed that moment whilst he was at the bar to figure out what the fuck was going on. “This really isn’t like him. He never asks personal questions. Yeah, ok, my wife and Simon had a bit of a thing in the past but it never went anywhere. No more than a kiss, cuddle and maybe a bit of a grope. But that was all years ago. Where’s he going with this?” All of this raced through my mind while I looked at him returning with the beers.
With the beers back on the table, “Do you still fuck Amanda?”
“Of course I do. Ok, not that often but we still have fun. She just likes to have a bit more variety. Ok, a fair amount more variety if I’m being honest.”
“I’m struggling to understand how you can let another man fuck your wife. It seems mad to me that you’re ok with Amanda fucking someone else. Is it like a threesome?”
“Oh no, I’m not involved in the slightest. They arrange a date and time between themselves and assuming it doesn’t mess with anything we’ve got planned she goes off out. And I honestly don’t mind. There are times when she walks in through the front door with a huge grin on her face and it’s obvious she’s really enjoyed herself. That makes me happy.”
“But surely you must be jealous that someone else is enjoying her? What’s he got that makes her want to be fucked by him?”
“I still get to enjoy her and she’s been doing this for a few years so we’ve worked through all of the issues and I’m not jealous any more. What’s he got? A bloody good body and apparently he fucks her like a demented bunny rabbit on speed. Sadly, I’ve always been built more like a lover than a fucker and although she likes both, she really does like a good hard fuck.”
He looked at me oddly and moved closer to avoid any potential embarrassment. “Have you got a, you know…. A tiny cock?
I laughed out loud at that … “No, I’m very average and actually all of her previous fucks have been more or less the same size as me. She’s not particularly interested in big cocks although she’s tried a couple.” He looked shocked at my open honesty about what Amanda had got up to.
“I guess she must go through loads of condoms” He said with a snigger.
“She used to but she’s moved onto the pill now as its easier.” I said with a straight face.
“Hang on a sec…. Does that mean she fucks without condoms? What happens if they blow their load in her? Isn’t that risky?” Thankfully the bar was virtually empty so his incredulity and slightly raised voice couldn’t be heard elsewhere.
“Risky? A little, but she’s almost religious about taking the pill and all her lovers have to have a clean test before going bare so the risk is minimised as much as possible. And yeah, sometimes she comes home with spunk leaking out of her. Are we definitely on pub rules? Strictly between us and this goes no further?”
Simon looked really perplexed but said “Yes. Pub rules and strictly between us.”
For a second I mused with myself and hesitated before saying “No, I’m not going to..”
A frown appeared on Simon’s face and I could tell that something was bugging him.
“Ok. So how any men…..?”
“So far, she’s up to eleven.” With a move designed to shock, I quietly added with my most serious face, “Do you want to make it twelve?”
Poor Simon nearly coughed his beer out and almost fell off his chair. Regaining his composure a little; it was his turn… “Pub rules?” he asked.
I almost laughed at that and said “Of course”.
“Look mate. I’ve always wanted to fuck Amanda since the day the two of you got together. Even 15 years after you got married she still looks bloody amazing and I really do wish it had happened. It’s hard to believe she’s approaching 40 and still has that amazingly slim, tight, athletic body. You’re so bloody lucky to have such an amazing looking woman and I’m sad that she’s shared herself with others and I never had the chance.”
This is a turn up I thought to myself. I knew he’d had a bit of a thing but not that much of a thing. “Ok, in all honesty, it’s not going to happen. She’s not into fucking with friendships and likes to keep her fucking well away from anything even remotely close to home. I’m sorry but you’re just going to have to imagine.”
He looked sad as he stared into the bottom of his empty pint glass.
“Another?” I asked.
“No, I’d better get back off home as my girlfriend is over and she’s a massive control freak who quizzes me when I’ve been out too long.”
As we both got up and headed towards the door he stopped and asked me, “What were you going to say back then when you suddenly stopped?”
I sighed slightly because I didn’t really want to say what I’d been thinking and wasn’t entirely sure how he’d take it but the cat was out of the bag now.
“When they cum in her, I like to lick her out afterwards.”
“But does that mean? Huh? Wah? ”
And with that I turned and strode away leaving him stood there open mouthed.
If people like this then I have ideas for how this story could progress.
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