Caught Looking At A Cuckold Site
written by:
taurents

Have you ever been caught looking at something on the Internet that you shouldn't have been looking at?

It happened to me a couple of weeks ago; I was reading one of the numerous cuckold sites. Now don't get me wrong, the extreme side of cuckolding does nothing for me, the bit where the husband is turned into some wimpish servant! No, a wife having sex with the husband's knowledge and approval turns me on and the cuckold sites seem to deal more efficiently with that than others but of course, they also sometimes veer to the weird.

I had long imagined watching my wife, out for the evening looking as she always does. Very pretty perhaps in a short skirt but not so short that stockings and suspenders could not be worn, along with elegant stiletto high heels and blouse cut low enough to reveal her cleavage and perhaps the delicate lace of a half-cup bra. I imagined a guy, smartly dressed and well spoken approaching her. For the purpose of the fantasy I am of course, although present, totally invisible and silent at this stage

He approaches, they exchange a few words she smiles, shakes hands and allows him to sit on the two seater settee beside her. They talk innocently and as a topic becomes more important to each they turn to better face each other. Unsure what to do with the hand closest to her he rests it on the back of the seat behind her.

A half-hour passes they become more relaxed and then he says something which she finds funny but perhaps mildly naughty. Despite her laughter, she gently chides him with a playful tap on the thigh. Up until then there had been no touching but the moment is electric, they by unspoken agreement turn to better face each other; he moves a few strands of hair which have fallen over her face.

Her mouth opens, his head moves closer, they kiss gentle and tender, each is a little unsure how to proceed. His hand finds her chin and then lays flat on her cheek, her lips part, his mouth slides smoothly and gently between them

Her hand goes to his neck his hand leaves her cheek and falls to her waist on the side his thumb caresses the elasticised belt section of her bra through the thin material of her blouse

Her other hand falls to his thigh, it seems innocent but her thumb is already discovering the extent of his growing excitement and her tracing his cocks shape is adding to that fever.

His hand slips upwards to gently lay over her breast, she allows it to remain a second or two and then stops and pulls away, looking flustered she excuses herself and picks up her bag to visit the ladies room.

In a few minutes she is back, her perfume smells stronger but there is now something different, her breasts sway more freely jiggling, ever so slightly, beneath the silk blouse. She has removed her bra.

I notice too that her buttons are different she hasn't opened the top ones that would be too obvious, it is the two above the waist band of her skirt and below her breasts which are open. Wide enough to allow access to an exploring hand without being obvious to anyone who may cast a casual glance in their direction.

Again she sits close to him, his arm moves around her, she places one hand on his thigh, and her fingers trace the inner thigh. She places his other hand onto her waist carefully ensuring that his index and middle fingers, his largest, are nestled inside the open strip she has prepared. They are in direct contact with warm female flesh barely two inches from the sensitive orbs, which set a woman aside from men in terms of both contour and sexual power.

They kiss again, in seconds her hand has curled around his erection assessing its length and circumference. Her mind is imagining how it will feel at the point of entry and when fully engulfed inside her, similarly will he want her to take it in her mouth before or after or both? She knows that within a short time she will discover the answer to that and other questions. His hand is now cupping her left breast her nipples lie hard against the palm

She is aware of her moistness and groans, part in ecstasy; part in the knowledge that all reason and all sanity is about to depart her brain. She is about to comply with whatever this man asks of her, so long as it involves her wrapping her thighs around his torso and accepting his huge erection inside her body.

At this point the man whispers in her ear, she pauses less than a second before standing, her head nodding in eager agreement, picking up her handbag they walk hand in hand to a hotel room.

I of course still have my cloak of invisibility so I too can enter and observe the activity in the bedroom. However for me it is that initial meeting and slow seduction I find more arousing than the consummation itself and that is why cuckold sites are so useful for feeding the fantasy

Sadly, it is not a fantasy I have ever discussed in depth with Jackie my beautiful 26-year-old wife

"What the hell are you looking at?" She screamed in my ear I looked up startled, being caught cheating at school came flooding back to me. Her face was like thunder; her breasts were wobbling with rage. I glanced back at the screen there was a photo of a large black man kissing a white woman his hand in her open blouse while a white man looked on almost respectfully, the white man's expression really did not sum up my fantasy at all.

"I can explain," the words of every man who can't but wants to play for time while he thinks of something clever to say

"Let me look at this site," she pushed me off the chair, "I had come to ask what you wanted for tea but you can make it now, just leave me while I get my head around what sort of wild pervert I married."

I have learnt over the years that arguing with Jackie in this mood is inadvisable. She just gets madder and madder and is best if given some space so while it may seem wimpish to you I left her alone glaring at the computer screen and reading the words which accompanied the image.

An hour later she emerged by which time I had prepared a meal perhaps not haute cuisine but edible, she sat at her place at the table and ate in silence, after the meal she stared at me for what seemed a lifetime

"So what is it all about?" She demanded, "are you wanting to be tied in a chair while fifteen black men gang bang me is that it?"

"No, no nothing remotely as wild as that" I assured her truthfully and slowly word by word I told her the fantasy I have described above

She didn't interrupt but I could see she was absorbing each and every word

Finally when I finished she sat and looked at me and then walked around the room

"So it isn't as though you would want to see me actually getting fucked, just the lead up the talking, kissing, touching and that's it?" she asked

"Exactly" I replied

"You definitely have no wish to see me getting fucked by another man or men?" She demanded again

"No not at all."

"Ok then, it isn't quite what I imagined you had in mind."

The temperature warmed after this, the evening passed by quite amicably, and at bedtime, she was waiting in bed naked for me. She usually wears a T-shirt, we sixty-nined and then had a long fulfilling fuck, and I am proud to say that I gave her 6 orgasms before claiming my own.

Nothing more was said over the next few days then the following Tuesday she phoned me at work. "Meet me in the lounge of the Central Hotel at 6pm."

"Oh why what's happening?"

"A surprise," she replied and hung up

I arrived at about 5 to 6 and spotted her at once, to my relief she was alone and dressed beautifully.

She wore her black high heels, black stockings, she knows how I hate pantyhose, a smart black button down skirt which hung to about three inches above her knees and a red blouse with decorative buttons tied to an inch or two above her cleavage.

"Hi," I said kissing her and going to sit beside her on the settee which she had claimed, it looked out over the hotel garden and the lake, not in use at that time of year mid winter but pleasant to look out on in the fading light of day. She stopped me and pointed to another chair.

I sat in the armchair slightly in front and slightly to the side of her settee

She sat in total silence just staring out at the window and then suddenly her phone rang "You are, great, yes just as planned looking out on the garden at the back" she hung up the phone and looked at me for the first time. "Remember, it's your fantasy, you are invisible and silent. Totally invisible and silent" she repeated

She continued sitting, looking at the window and not saying another word to me, within less than a minute a tall slim black man had appeared "Jackie?" he asked.

She looked up and smiled warmly she stood "Toby? Its good to see you." She kissed his cheek as he did hers. I stood to be introduced but they both ignored me.

Toby sat on the settee next to Jackie and they talked about the weather, his journey to the hotel, about the latest news from the Middle East about what had been on TV the previous night. He made some comment about something which, Peter Kay had said on his comedy show and she replied with another line, they began laughing still totally excluding me

I noticed their bodies had switched positions. They weren't sitting side by side they were more facing each other and bending toward each other. He raised his arm in laughter at one particularly funny thing she mentioned and at the face, she pulled while saying it. Their hands made brief contact and then he said something about her hair and reached to touch it. He asked her whether it was coloured or natural, she transformed into a little kitten at the attention he was paying her hair she picked up his hand and ran it through her hair to show how thick it was

Their hands remained connected as they continued chatting. I was starting to become excited, it was clear that she had thought long and hard about my fantasy and decided to indulge me with a little harmless flirting. I wondered how far she would take it, they would kiss I was fairly sure of that but would she allow him to touch her breasts, would she allow a hand to slip inside her bra? My heart was pounding with eager anticipation.

Suddenly he reached to her hair again and gently ran his hand down it, "You really are beautiful" he murmured, she smiled, her face close to his, I could see her lips form an "oh" shape as only a woman can who is expecting a kiss

He did not disappoint her, still with his hand on her hair, he lowered his lips and they met, his hand found the back of her neck as hers found his shoulder. They kissed gently and then he applied a fraction more force and I saw her lips part and his tongue slid inside, she strained her torso towards him reciprocating the passion.

His hand lowered over her back slowly and sensuously pulling her gently to him, his hand came around level with her breast but slightly to the side, he pulled his lips back but stayed close to her, still holding her. "It's a little public here," he said in a deep voice, "downstairs there is a more intimate lounge, it's hardly used in the evening, why don't we take our drinks down there?"

My heart jumped, it was clear he wanted to kiss her even more and perhaps he would find her breast. I watched for her reaction, she thought for less than a second and then nodded "That would be nice " she replied

He helped her to her feet and with his arm around her waist, he walked her to the stairs to the far side of the lounge. I followed them, still conscious of my invisibility and determined not to break the spell, clearly he was a party to my fantasy but that just meant that I could get as close as I wanted and they would both ignore me

Downstairs was more intimate, as he had said it would be. The lounge was along a passage from which there were a number of rooms. He led her to a room at the far end, it contained a half a dozen tables, and he guided her to one on a corner where two, two seater settees faced each other with only a low coffee table between them.

"Oh she said I must powder my nose," she made for the ladies room while he took a seat and I sat opposite. I wasn't sure if I expected him to speak and had no idea what to say if he did but he chose to continue ignoring my presence, I noticed he smoothed and adjusted the position of his cock, was he too becoming aroused?

The ladies door opened and my wife returned, her blouse was now unbuttoned much lower and, just as in my fantasy a few buttons above her skirt were also unbuttoned. I gasped surely she had not also removed her bra, I hardened instantly at the thought that she may allow this man access to her naked breasts, I looked carefully, the tell tale bounce gave away that indeed her bra had now been abandoned

As she sat I also noticed that the bottom three buttons of her skirt were also loosened revealing her thighs and I confirmed that it was indeed stockings and not tights which she wore, the double mesh and hint of pink flesh made that clear. She sat beside him and turned into him allowing him to wrap an arm once more around her, "Now where were we?" He said quietly

She laughed "I'm sure you can work that out for yourself without diagrams," she opened her mouth and moved it towards his. Instantly his free hand made its way to her stomach and his black fingers disappeared beneath the silk blouse. His hand itself moved in too and the angle made it clear that the hand was rising upwards, a fact confirmed by the fluttering of the blouse as that same hand laid claim to her naked breast.

She pulled her mouth from his. Is this it? I wondered is this as far as she is prepared to go? I felt a mixture of relief and disappointment, I knew that a large part of me ached to see more, this was the horniest thing I had ever seen

She spoke "As it is so very private here, perhaps I should make thing as little easier for you," she whispered loud enough for us both to hear

To my amazement, she unbuttoned the remaining blouse buttons and with a coy look in his direction another two buttons on her skirt,

Wow I thought she plans to let him finger her pussy! His hand for the time being however continued playing with her right tit before my eyes, his black hand seemed to dwarf her 36d's. She arched into him, her mouth once again on his and I noticed that her hand was now high on his thigh and inching even higher

His hand left her tit and lowered to her thigh, I could feel my erection growing ever more uncomfortable inside my trousers his hand lay over her thigh a moment, unresisted by her hand then he flicked the skirt wide open the material falling either side of her thighs. I gawped in amazement she had also removed whatever panty or thong she might have been wearing on her arrival; her naked pussy was there clearly visible to me and within inches of his fingers.

Aware of his encroaching hand she moved her thighs apart, allowing me to see the opening between her labia and the tell tale moisture of her excitement

I watched in amazement as she allowed this stranger to insert two fingers deep inside her pussy, she stretched her body momentarily in response to his thrust but her mouth stayed glued to his, I noticed too that her hand was slowly guiding down the zip on his trousers

I was sweating I had no idea that she would go this far but then rationality entered my brain, she could hardly get him worked up without some release she was clearly going to wank him off and then we could go home to normal urbanity

She was riding his fingers; I could hear the squelch as she drove herself down and up on them. Her hand had now extracted the cock and it was huge, long and thick it's inner core rode proud over the back outer skin she was wanking it enthusiastically. I glanced at her face she was focussed on the cock in her hand "May I suck it?" She asked

I had never known her to ask to suck my cock; she did it often and happily enough but to ask

"For a little while" he agreed "but it's nearly time."

I sighed with relief; they had obviously set a time limit to their adventure. I was glad, this was rapidly going far beyond my fantasy

She slipped off her settee and knelt at his feet. She seemed to almost look worshipfully at the monster as she guided it to her mouth; I sat still silent but now with shock as she sucked his cock eagerly into her mouth.

A few minutes of sucking and his phone rang, without her moving away he answered it

"Yes, everything as promised, is everyone there?" he paused for the reply. "Ok five minutes at most." He hung up the phone and placed a hand on her chin

She released the cock, still swollen and unsatisfied and looked up at him

"Its time" he said simply

"They are all there?" She quizzed him, I sat baffled

"Yes, and waiting for us,"

"So, it's really going to happen everything that I said?"

"All that and more," he promised helping her to her feet

She began to button her blouse

He stopped her, "no need the lift is around that corner and it's only a short walk, leave it as it is."

She smiled at him "ok."

I stared not knowing what was happening, she turned to me "you can go home now I will be there when I have finished here. I'll get a taxi."

She looked at my baffled expression

"I indulged you in your fantasy, surely you don't begrudge me mine for a few hours," she smiled. "I'll be there at breakfast and if you want I will tell you all about what happened, I suggest that you go home and log into your favourite site and all will be clear." She turned and walked away linking arms with this mysterious Toby

I drove home horrible thoughts going through my mind

At home I found the computer logged on and set to my cuckold site

A message had been lodged a few days earlier

"WHITE WIFE NEEDS HELP."

"I have discovered that my husband has a fantasy of seeing me meet a stranger and engaging him in chat which quickly becomes flirtatious and he watches while being invisible as the stranger and I begin kissing and being intimate with each other in public. My husband has no desire to see the ultimate consequence only the foreplay."

"My own fantasy, which he has told me he does not wish to see, is my being in a hotel room with six large black men, and I mean large in every sense of the word. They force me to accept them into my body in every orifice they require I want no control other than requesting no whips and no lasting marks. Beyond that I will be a willing slut to all six, my husband will not be present at this stage but he will be present during the early seduction which ideally will be with one of the six and take place immediately before the gang bang."

I scrolled the screen, there were a number of replies, and she clearly contacted some by e-mail as a message earlier that day announced:

"It is all arranged. I will meet a black man I have met here who will seduce me as intimately as possible. This will be in the presence of my husband in a public place and the man will then take me to a room where he and his friends will do what they like with me which will not be in my husband presence. It will be filmed and hopefully live footage will be on this site this evening from around 8pm."

"Oh, a message to my husband. Thank you darling for initiating the fulfilment of a long held fantasy. I owe you any sexual treat you require but your reward will have to wait until my return and probably my recovery. As you read this I will doubtless be on my knees being fucked front and rear with a cock in my mouth and one in each hand, at least I hope so. You are welcome to view the live footage. Thank you for not wanting to be there to see this part of the evening. If you had been I doubt I would have been able to act as sluttily as I intend to do but I am happy for you to watch where I cannot see your reaction. I love you and will see you tomorrow Jackie xxx."

THE END