Being Cuckolded #39 Break Down Service
So there I was....sat in my car at the side of the road....something had gone very wrong. I thought I had enough time before Mr B arrived but apparently not. The dreaded "engine management" light had been lit up on the dashboard, I had that sinking dread as it popped up.
Strangely enough the dread wasn't oh damn... this is going to be expensive. It was oh damn....I'm not going to be at home when my wife is having sex. I had just been on the phone to the company that would recover my car for me, it was peak time for them, everybody leaving work, everybody busy breaking down. I was gonna be sat here for a while.
I sent a mobile phone text to my wife, somewhat dejected. "Broken down, will be late, guess you'll have to start without me. xx". She simply replied "ok".
Mr B is Mr Birmingham, we met him last year briefly, short stocky black guy, shaved head with glasses. He had my wife in a pub during a rather drunken and horny screw up against the toilet door while we were in Nottingham....naturally I held her purse.
After that we gave him our number...hadn't heard from him for months and then weirdly out of the blue he called. Said he would be in the area today and wondered if my wife was up to entertaining. At least he was polite about asking if he could bang my wife....she agreed.
So I sat in my car, slowly steaming up as the rain poured down. My head spinning with thoughts about what they were doing, you'd think after a year of seeing it happen it would be matter of fact, but it still pushed buttons.
The phone went, it was the car recovery people....still no time of arrival, I'm important but stranded women and c***dren are a priority and all that. The phone rang again ten minutes later, I was expecting the car recovery people again....It wasn't.
"Hi baby..." a raggedly breathing whisper...followed by a long drawn out groan.
I was taken aback by it, then immediately prickled with excitement.
"You started then?"
"Oh he's good..." more groans and heavy breathing.
"Where are you?"
"I'm riding Mr B"
"No I meant...ok"
"We're on the sofa." As she spoke I heard the deeper groans of her lover.
The images going through my head were quite vivid. My wife has had sex with men on our sofa before...come to think of it, I think my wife has had sex with men in every room in our house by now. I was always there though, keeping her safe, being the good cuck she needed me to be.
"Ohh..Ooooh" She was crying and breathing down the phone at me....it was fucking hot.
"Feel good honey?" It was the stupidest question I could ask....somehow I asked it anyway.
"Sooo nice, soo much better ....than yyyy..." Her words trailed off into more moans.
You know there are many guys that think being in a chastity cage is hot....try being in one during situations like this....it's pure frustration. The brief moment you see a photo and imagine it or the ability to remove it when you want to wank do not give you the experience.
I briefly rubbed my crotch...all that really did is sent an uncomfortable shock through my groin as the steel catheter poked about inside.
There was a muffled few minutes where all I could hear on the phone were wet "schlocky" slapping sounds. My wife had shoved the phone down by their crotches as they fucked. I'm not sure I can honestly say I got it straight away, but I figured it out soon enough.
"can you hear us?" she whispered to me.
"Yes...you sound...happy."
My wife giggled. "Oh I am!"
I heard him smack my wife's backside...or some other place but I figure it's her bum.
"I want your face between my legs when you get home." She had that dirty, lustful tone in her voice. I knew she was getting ready to cum. That neediness can't be hidden.
"I'll be there soon." I said. Torn between wanting to be there and not wanting to put the phone away.
My wife started cumming, I tried to imagine her naked body, sweaty, writhing on Mr B's black cock in our lounge. The audible grunts and cries of satisfaction certainly did that image justice.
"I'm going to make him cum in me now." My wife whimpered at me, still recovering from her own orgasm.
Sadly...just then the recovery truck appeared in front of my car, it's flashing orange lights making me realize just how steamy the car had become.
"Sorry about the wait" He said to me as he looked into the engine bay.
I mumbled under my breath "could have waited a little longer..."
Strangely enough the dread wasn't oh damn... this is going to be expensive. It was oh damn....I'm not going to be at home when my wife is having sex. I had just been on the phone to the company that would recover my car for me, it was peak time for them, everybody leaving work, everybody busy breaking down. I was gonna be sat here for a while.
I sent a mobile phone text to my wife, somewhat dejected. "Broken down, will be late, guess you'll have to start without me. xx". She simply replied "ok".
Mr B is Mr Birmingham, we met him last year briefly, short stocky black guy, shaved head with glasses. He had my wife in a pub during a rather drunken and horny screw up against the toilet door while we were in Nottingham....naturally I held her purse.
After that we gave him our number...hadn't heard from him for months and then weirdly out of the blue he called. Said he would be in the area today and wondered if my wife was up to entertaining. At least he was polite about asking if he could bang my wife....she agreed.
So I sat in my car, slowly steaming up as the rain poured down. My head spinning with thoughts about what they were doing, you'd think after a year of seeing it happen it would be matter of fact, but it still pushed buttons.
The phone went, it was the car recovery people....still no time of arrival, I'm important but stranded women and c***dren are a priority and all that. The phone rang again ten minutes later, I was expecting the car recovery people again....It wasn't.
"Hi baby..." a raggedly breathing whisper...followed by a long drawn out groan.
I was taken aback by it, then immediately prickled with excitement.
"You started then?"
"Oh he's good..." more groans and heavy breathing.
"Where are you?"
"I'm riding Mr B"
"No I meant...ok"
"We're on the sofa." As she spoke I heard the deeper groans of her lover.
The images going through my head were quite vivid. My wife has had sex with men on our sofa before...come to think of it, I think my wife has had sex with men in every room in our house by now. I was always there though, keeping her safe, being the good cuck she needed me to be.
"Ohh..Ooooh" She was crying and breathing down the phone at me....it was fucking hot.
"Feel good honey?" It was the stupidest question I could ask....somehow I asked it anyway.
"Sooo nice, soo much better ....than yyyy..." Her words trailed off into more moans.
You know there are many guys that think being in a chastity cage is hot....try being in one during situations like this....it's pure frustration. The brief moment you see a photo and imagine it or the ability to remove it when you want to wank do not give you the experience.
I briefly rubbed my crotch...all that really did is sent an uncomfortable shock through my groin as the steel catheter poked about inside.
There was a muffled few minutes where all I could hear on the phone were wet "schlocky" slapping sounds. My wife had shoved the phone down by their crotches as they fucked. I'm not sure I can honestly say I got it straight away, but I figured it out soon enough.
"can you hear us?" she whispered to me.
"Yes...you sound...happy."
My wife giggled. "Oh I am!"
I heard him smack my wife's backside...or some other place but I figure it's her bum.
"I want your face between my legs when you get home." She had that dirty, lustful tone in her voice. I knew she was getting ready to cum. That neediness can't be hidden.
"I'll be there soon." I said. Torn between wanting to be there and not wanting to put the phone away.
My wife started cumming, I tried to imagine her naked body, sweaty, writhing on Mr B's black cock in our lounge. The audible grunts and cries of satisfaction certainly did that image justice.
"I'm going to make him cum in me now." My wife whimpered at me, still recovering from her own orgasm.
Sadly...just then the recovery truck appeared in front of my car, it's flashing orange lights making me realize just how steamy the car had become.
"Sorry about the wait" He said to me as he looked into the engine bay.
I mumbled under my breath "could have waited a little longer..."
11 years ago
