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A Cuckold Couple. The Journey
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A Long read. Chapter 1.
It all started a few years ago in the departure lounge of Stanstead Airport. My meeting had finished early so I was enjoying a drink in the bar while I waited for my flight back to Dublin.
People watching as usual, I spotted a very attractive women, perhaps late 30’s early 40’s, enter the bar looking for a table. Noting the number of the table she heads up to the bar to order. I watch her the whole way thinking how sexy she looked from her 4 inches emplacing her shapely stocking clad legs, pencil skirt hugging her hips and ass and tailored shirt making the most of a very impressive chest. As I watched I was aware that there was also something vaguely familiar about her. As she stands at the bar waiting to be served, she looks around, notices me looking at her and we hold that gaze for quite a while. Then to my surprise her expression changes, she smiles, waves and walks towards me.
“Hi Brian, long time. But you haven’t changed a bit. Great to see you.”
I’m stuck. While she looks familiar, I can’t think who she is or how I know her. I come clean.
“Hi. I must confess I think I know you but just can’t quite put my finger on it.”
“You put more than your finger on it back in the day” she said with a wicked grin. “Helen, Helen O.”
“Wow” I’m saying more than a little blown away “it must be 20 years. And look at you! A stunning curvy brunette and those beauties.” My eye looking down at her magnificent breasts.
“Where did the mad, skinny little flat chested minx go?” I ask.
“She settled done. Got married. Had two kids. And made a few changes. Including these” she says cupping and pushing up her breasts.
“Sit?” I said, gesturing to the seat beside me “are you on the Dublin flight?”
“Yes Sir but it’s just come up as delayed on the board” she replied
“Damn, but we can enjoy the time anyway. Let me get the drinks”
We chatted easily. Catching up and remembering old times. Those old times were about 20 years before. She was a young student nurse who came to London straight after school to train. I was working for a large multinational and based in London for a few years. We meet at a house party in North London, and we clicked. She was sexually not very experienced but eager to change that and I was an experienced Dom and an active member in an exclusive BDSM club. I introduced her to the lifestyle, and I must say she rapidly became one of the most natural and genuine switches I ever met. I got posted abroad with work and apart from the occasional email over the first year or two that was the last I saw of Helen. Until this chance encounter.
The gate opened for our flight. We were at different end of the plane and she was being meet on the other side by her husband, so I suggest a late lunch two days later in Dublin. She agreed. I gave her a hug, kissed her forehead and she kissed my cheek whispering in my ear “I can’t wait Sir but you know I will do as I must.”
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Chapter 2.
She arrived at 2.30pm exactly. I was already at the corner booth I had reserved. She looked great and the loose-fitting summer dress gave hints of the body beneath. She slides into the booth beside me and asks, “If it pleases you can we start this meal the way we used to?”
“But of course,” I reply. “Nothing would please me more right now.”
She raises your gorgeous ass off the seat, draws a deep breath and proceeds to slip her thong off. With her head bowed slightly, she hands the thong to me and says, “I am ready for whatever Sir wants.” She had always found this a challenge in public but had also found it rewarding.
We enjoyed our meal and talked about life. She no longer worked as a nurse. Her husband was a very successful businessman and she stayed home to look after the family. I asked about her life and if she had continued any BDSM activities since she was married. She told me that she and her husband, Peter, had played a little and she had topped him a few times but when she asked him to take control he just wasn’t cut out for it. She said she had played occasionally with people she met online who claimed to be Doms but she said none really were and her submissive desired went unfulfilled.
Somewhat embarrassed but determined she said “Sir would you please take me and use me. I have though of nothing else since the airport.”
I could see the need in her eyes. I massaged the back of her neck as my other hand slide along the inside of her thigh. She opens her legs, leans back a little and makes a sound almost like a purr as my fingers lightly touch her already wet pussy lips. I slid two fingers into that warm pussy. Then curling them inside her I suddenly use them to pull her closer to me. She is a little shocked. I lean in, our lips almost touching and tell her “I will devour you. But not yet.”
I kiss her check, sit back and get the waiters attention to order a second bottle of wine.
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Chapter 3.
The wine arrived and I ask the waiter to clear the table so we could relax undisturbed for a while.
I asked Helen what she knew about cuckolding and she said she would have to google it.
“No need. I will explain.”
I told her of the basic concept of cuckolding and the many differing manifestations of it. I explained that as each person, each couple was different the journey they would take would be unique. She was already familiar with my views on D/s and Power exchange and that a Dom was privileged to be offered control and with it came great responsibility. Similarly I said, in a cuckold situation all of those involved had duties and responsibilities that were interdependent on the needs and desires of the others.
“You want me and my husband to be yours? Do you?”
“Do you want it?” I said. “That is what you will think on. When we finish here, go research, read and think. I am having a small diner party on Saturday night. You and your husband are invited. “
“But how will I explain that to him?”
“With the truth.” I said. “A friend you knew many years ago in London that you bumped into in the airport had been in touch and invited you both to diner. Albert Finn and his wife will be there. That might interest him.”
“Albert Finn the politician?”
“Yes”
“Peter will definitely want to go.”
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Chapter 4.
Saturday.
Helen had confirmed during the week that she and her husband would be attending the diner. I had told her the dress code was Black Tie & Cocktail dresses and that it would not be a late night for them.
They arrived at 8.15pm as instructed. Peter, her husband 5’10”, medium build with salt and pepper hair. Helen looked stunning in a figure hugging black sequenced backless mini dress and impossibly high heels. Her shapely legs needed no stockings.
Dan, one of our waiters, offered them drinks and I introduced them to my other quests who had arrived a little earlier.
There was Joseph looking every inch the quite retiring scientist he was. His dress suit a little too big on him and his wire rimmed spectacles constantly sliding down his nose. His wife, the gorgeous Sandra, who wore a red satin bustier over a white frilled mini dress barely containing her 36DD breasts and red high heels which made her tower over her 5’ 6” tall husband.
Albert and his wife Sarah. Both well know figures as Albert was a senior politician and his wife a newscaster. However, Helen & Peter were both surprised to see Helen, the rather conservative and understated newscaster looking outrageously hot in a tight black leather dress with a plunging neckline framing the simple necklace she wore from which hung a key.
Next was John. A striking figure, 6’4” tall and still had the physique of the top-class rower he had been. Now a successful property developer he was well know on the social scene in the city and pictures of this tall, bald, black man appeared regularly in the gossip pages of the newspapers. He was accompanied by Claire. A slim redhead with an athletic figure and bright green eyes.
Last but by no means least I introduced them to Alex, my diner partner. Tall and full bodied, Alex’s voluptuous figure looked amazing in the silver dress that hung to her curves. Her stocking had a seam that ran perfectly straight down the back of her legs and her hips seemed to sway slightly even when she stood perfectly still.
We all chatted for a little while and then Stephen, our second waiter for the evening, announced that diner was served. As we went to take our seats in the dinning room Claire and Alex went to the kitchen to check on things.
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Chapter 5.
Starters
In the kitchen Claire and Alex check that Dan and Stephen are ready for service.
Claire stands in front of Dan and say “Darling won’t you get me ready for diner.”
“Yes dear” says Dan sinking to his knees in front of his beautiful redheaded wife.
Stephen is watching and Alex suddenly slaps him open handed across the face.
“On your knees and check my seams are straight wimp” she said and Stephen immediately does as instructed by his beloved wife.
As Stephen makes sure his sexy hotwife looks perfect for her diner with Master Brian and the others. “and where is my present from Master Brian?” Alex asks. Stephen takes the shiny stainless steel eggs from their box. Alex lifts her left leg onto the shoulder of her kneeling husband and he inserts the eggs into his wife’s already wet pussy.
Dan is kneeling, running his hands up his wife’s legs to take her white thong off. Easing it over her firm ass and smooth hips. As he lowers them down her legs Claire lifts her right leg a little for him and he can just see the pussy lips he had shaved and oiled earlier and can already imagine John’s big black cock stretching it wide and hope he will be allowed to watch later.
Now ready for dinner the two wives address their kneeling husbands.
“Do not embarrass us tonight” say Claire “Or you will regret it” finishes Alex. Both Ladies turn on their heels and re-join the party in the dinning room.
As the meal started Dan was poring wine and Stephen serving the starters. Dan was pouring wine for Sandra when Joseph pinched his calf causing him to jump a little and splash some wine on the table.
“Be careful you damn fool. Are you completely unless?” Sandra asks.
“Sorry Ma, yes” a red faced Dan says seeing his wife and her black bull both glare at him from the other side of the table.
“That’s a bit harsh” says Peter “he is just trying to do his job. It was a small mistake.”
Sarah, who is sitting directly opposite Peter, locks eyes with him and asks slowly “Do you think mistakes in service are acceptable?”
Peter, feeling both arouse and a little intimidated by this incredibly sexy woman, answers quite hesitantly “No, um no but no one is perfect”
Helen leans into her husband and comes to his aid. Under the table she gently squeezes his cock and balls the way he likes and says to Sarah “Some people are better at serving than others and some just need more training.” Peter is now aroused and embarrassed. His wife is usually this forward outside the bedroom but he quite likes it. He hopes none of the others notice her hand.
He didn’t need to worry. There was lots more going on under the table.
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A quick addition
Chapter 6
Interlude
Dan and Stephen start to clear the plates and top up the wineglasses. Dan goes to top up Johns glass to be told by John “Service My woman first”. As Dan leans in to top up Claire’s glass she reaches out and pull his head down over her shoulder so she can whisper in his ear “See how Master owns this slut” and Dan can’t help but see John’s fingers slowly fucking his wife’s pussy while calmly sitting at the table.
Stephen is clearing plates and I ask him to hand me an iPad that is on a side table. Taking the iPad I say to him “Let me show you something.” I open an app and Stephen recognises it. The screen is divided into two. On the left is an egg symbol with a dial under it, on the right a lightning bolt with a dial under it. Stephen gets tense with anticipation. I hand the iPad to Alex and say “Your turn dear. You decide.”
Alex looks at me and then at her loving husband, she turns the dial on the left up slightly and her smile broadens as the eggs inside her start to gently vibrate. Stephen moves to continue clearing the plates when Alex turns the right dial to max and back in an instant. Stephen jumps, hops and almost falls as the short sharp shock passes between the two pads on his cockcage. A number of guests laugh, and Peter doesn’t understand what is so funny.
Sarah stands up and announces she is going to the little girl’s room and asks Helen if she wants to come with her. Peter watches his wife heading for the door Sarah is holding open and is blown away when the tall leather clad Sarah looks directly at him while giving his wife a small slap on the ass as she passes. Sarah winks a Peter as she flows Helen from the room.
“I hope you don’t mind Sarah stealing your wife away?” Albert says to Peter.
“Who am I to object?” replies the now very curious and excited Peter.
“Exactly” says Albert “Our job is simply to make sure our beautiful wives have whatever they need. Isn’t that right?”
“Absolutely” climes in Joseph.
“Of course,” says Peter with a little uncertainty. “Whatever they want.”
I lift my glass “Gentlemen, a toast, to beautiful wives. May they always get what they need.”
Meanwhile on the way to the bathroom Sarah takes Helen’s hand and leads her to my playroom. Helen doesn’t resist as she is already mesmerised by this beautiful Mistress.
Once inside Sarah kisses Helen deeply, massaging her ass and running the fingers of her other hand through her hair. Breaking away Sarah steps back and slaps Helen across the face. It takes Helen only an instant to react.
She gets to her knees and bows her head “Thanks you Mistress.”.
From Helens left a long slender arm reaches out and strokes her hand. Then a blonde head brushes against her arm.
“Go away Kitty” Sarah tells the beautifully blonde woman who slinks away on all fours with feline grace to a large basket beside the wooden horse. There she curls up and watches from under hooded eyelids.
Sarah has a riding crop in her hand now and with it she lifts Helens chin and tells her to look at her.
“You know if you accept Master Brian’s offer you will both be his to do with as he pleases. And that will almost certainly mean I will also get to use you regularly.”
“Yes Mistress Sarah and I would like that. I also think my husband would like that. He has been under your spell since we got here.”
“Yes he has rather” laughs Sarah. “Well up you get, back to diner.”
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