Being Cuckolded #59 Like father like son
Thursday afternoon, I was at work and felt like a pasty.... think a small meat and vegetable pie you hold for anybody outside the uk. It was a dull rainy day, I knew my wife was off for the morning, so I thought I'd stop off at a pastry shop and take a couple home, so we could eat lunch together. Everybody likes getting surprise food right.
Anyway, I'd bought the hot pastry treats and drove home for lunch. I only had an hour and I knew my wife was off to work soon. Pulling into the drive there was another car there, Bulls car, parked next to my wife's car. Was a surprise to see it, he's not visited for over three months at this point. We thought maybe the news about Magnus also visiting had annoyed him and that's why he'd been quiet.
It was doubly strange to see his car with no pre-arrangement. I parked on the road outside and strolled toward the front door pasties and door keys in hand. Then I paused... checking to ensure none of the neighbors were watching me. I looked at the bedroom window, couldn't see anybody up there but I suppose I wouldn't from down here anyway.
Leaned over to look in the living room window by the front door... still nobody. My curiosity peaked, I became determined to catch them at it, while they didn't know I knew. Another quick check for neighbors and then I somewhat awkwardly climbed over the garden gate, it's only waist high but is padlocked... more out of hope than any real security.
As I neared the back corner of the house I could hear my wife, they were definitely having sex. The kitchen window has been slightly open for a while and it still was. I could her them... moaning, grunting... the slapping thrust of bulls hips and my wife's buttocks. Really going for it they were. I tried to peer around the corner to look in the kitchen window but the garden gets lower at the back and I was afraid of being caught while straining to look in.
I stood there listening, admiring what a great sound it was. My groin was twitching constantly as I stood there, I briefly considered unzipping my pants and pulling my cage out but unfortunately, I also heard my next door neighbor open up their back door over the fence beside me. Made me too nervous so I retreated back to the front of our house, clambering over the gate again. I do wonder if they hear my wife fucking her bull... perhaps they think it's me. Made me smile for a second as I pushed the key into the lock.
Carefully I opened the front door, ever so slowly listening to the bolts slide back while turning the handle. Seemed to take forever to get inside, had to be quiet, didn't want to disturb them. Once in the hallway I could see through the crack of the kitchen door, light being blocked by bull, upright vigorously thrusting. He must have spanked her, there was a slap and my wife groaned. Really gotta take my hat off to him, for a 58 yr old he can put me to shame.
I dare not get any closer without them hearing, so I go and sit in the living room. Unzipping my pants and displaying my cage as he fucks my wife for me. It went on for several more minutes as I sat there, horny, frustrated, imaging my wife leaning over the cooker while bull pounded on her from behind.
A sudden roar followed by some aggressive grunting informed me he was cumming inside her. The slapping of his hips slowed, all I could hear now were some slight gasps. I started eating my pasty... weirdly surreal as I waited for them to finish up. My wife walked past the doorway where I was sat. Visibly startled by me quietly sat there.
"Oh.. I didn't hear you come in!"
"No.. thought I'd not disturb you.
She was reaching for her coat, She was dressed for work, not a wrinkle in her outfit, no sign at all that a few minutes ago she was fucking.
"I got you a pasty...."
"Oh babe, I gotta go or I'll be late." She briefly checked her hair in the mirror.
"Ok not to worry." Sitting there munching away.
My wife leaned over and gave me a kiss. "See you later." She looked down at me for a moment, I wondered what she was thinking. Then she was off to work.
Bull wandered in to sit with me, still not wearing his pants apparently. My legs twitched... fighting the urge to close up and hide my shame caged between them.
"Alright lad..." Reaching for the bag containing the second pasty.
I finished chewing and swallowed hard. "Yes sir..."
"Haven't had one of these in ages!" He sat there on the sofa opposite me, cock out as he started eating.
I sat there pretending to be too focused on eating for conversation. I kept looking at his dick.. just hanging there, he sat opposite me naked from the waist down, legs apart while eating.... it was hard not to. That was just inside my wife, a place I haven't been for over 8 years now. I wanted to feel offended but he's been having my wife for years now... I'm not sure exactly what I would have said.
"Hmm it's good, thanks." He winked at me, he knew what he was doing.
I tried to ignore his obvious tease and redirect the conversation. "Haven't seen you about for a while..." I left it as a statement but really also a question. I was hoping to get him to admit he didn't like Magnus cucking me too.
"No, been working on your mother."
I said nothing, the taunts and teases about my mother have been going on for months, ever since he met my parents. The fact my parents live in Exeter and so does he makes it more disturbing... he's closer to them then I am yet he visits here.
"She's been a tough one, but finally got what she's been needing."
My face blushed red, the more I tried to stop it the hotter I felt.
"You don't mind do you boy?"
I made a conscious effort to neatly fold the empty paper bag up carefully. Uncertain what to say... is he teasing... I blushed again. My face prickled. "No........sir."
"Took a while, had to find a way to get to know your mother. She goes to a slimming club every week, I had to go for a while.... useless fucking place."
I looked at his eyes, trying to see if he was joking...hoping.
He continued, stone faced. "Eventually we both stopped going, but your father doesn't know that." He winked at me again... I felt a shiver run through me. I didn't know how I was supposed to feel, I couldn't tell if he was serious.
"Took her to the pub the first time, sat and had drinks... chatted, you know... normal stuff. did it again the next week, some more alcohol for your mum... more courage. Kissed her goodnight, felt all that need she had."
He wiped his mouth clean on a tissue and tossed the empty bag back on the coffee table between us."By the third week I took her to dinner, then back to my place after. Slimmers club went on for another two hours... well your father thinks it did anyway."
I suddenly became aware I was still hanging my cage out of my flies and began pushing it back in.
"Your mother is a sexy woman, she has needs your father isn't filling.... so I filled them." He stood up, cock swinging about as he walked out of the room to put his pants on.
I zipped myself up and collected the paper bags for disposal. My face was still glowing like a lamp. I didn't know what to say.. so I said nothing.
"Anyway I'm off now, got what I needed, keep shaving your wife for me boy." He paused with the front door ajar. "Hey, maybe you should buy one of them for your dad." He pointed to my jeans as he spoke.
Anyway, I'd bought the hot pastry treats and drove home for lunch. I only had an hour and I knew my wife was off to work soon. Pulling into the drive there was another car there, Bulls car, parked next to my wife's car. Was a surprise to see it, he's not visited for over three months at this point. We thought maybe the news about Magnus also visiting had annoyed him and that's why he'd been quiet.
It was doubly strange to see his car with no pre-arrangement. I parked on the road outside and strolled toward the front door pasties and door keys in hand. Then I paused... checking to ensure none of the neighbors were watching me. I looked at the bedroom window, couldn't see anybody up there but I suppose I wouldn't from down here anyway.
Leaned over to look in the living room window by the front door... still nobody. My curiosity peaked, I became determined to catch them at it, while they didn't know I knew. Another quick check for neighbors and then I somewhat awkwardly climbed over the garden gate, it's only waist high but is padlocked... more out of hope than any real security.
As I neared the back corner of the house I could hear my wife, they were definitely having sex. The kitchen window has been slightly open for a while and it still was. I could her them... moaning, grunting... the slapping thrust of bulls hips and my wife's buttocks. Really going for it they were. I tried to peer around the corner to look in the kitchen window but the garden gets lower at the back and I was afraid of being caught while straining to look in.
I stood there listening, admiring what a great sound it was. My groin was twitching constantly as I stood there, I briefly considered unzipping my pants and pulling my cage out but unfortunately, I also heard my next door neighbor open up their back door over the fence beside me. Made me too nervous so I retreated back to the front of our house, clambering over the gate again. I do wonder if they hear my wife fucking her bull... perhaps they think it's me. Made me smile for a second as I pushed the key into the lock.
Carefully I opened the front door, ever so slowly listening to the bolts slide back while turning the handle. Seemed to take forever to get inside, had to be quiet, didn't want to disturb them. Once in the hallway I could see through the crack of the kitchen door, light being blocked by bull, upright vigorously thrusting. He must have spanked her, there was a slap and my wife groaned. Really gotta take my hat off to him, for a 58 yr old he can put me to shame.
I dare not get any closer without them hearing, so I go and sit in the living room. Unzipping my pants and displaying my cage as he fucks my wife for me. It went on for several more minutes as I sat there, horny, frustrated, imaging my wife leaning over the cooker while bull pounded on her from behind.
A sudden roar followed by some aggressive grunting informed me he was cumming inside her. The slapping of his hips slowed, all I could hear now were some slight gasps. I started eating my pasty... weirdly surreal as I waited for them to finish up. My wife walked past the doorway where I was sat. Visibly startled by me quietly sat there.
"Oh.. I didn't hear you come in!"
"No.. thought I'd not disturb you.
She was reaching for her coat, She was dressed for work, not a wrinkle in her outfit, no sign at all that a few minutes ago she was fucking.
"I got you a pasty...."
"Oh babe, I gotta go or I'll be late." She briefly checked her hair in the mirror.
"Ok not to worry." Sitting there munching away.
My wife leaned over and gave me a kiss. "See you later." She looked down at me for a moment, I wondered what she was thinking. Then she was off to work.
Bull wandered in to sit with me, still not wearing his pants apparently. My legs twitched... fighting the urge to close up and hide my shame caged between them.
"Alright lad..." Reaching for the bag containing the second pasty.
I finished chewing and swallowed hard. "Yes sir..."
"Haven't had one of these in ages!" He sat there on the sofa opposite me, cock out as he started eating.
I sat there pretending to be too focused on eating for conversation. I kept looking at his dick.. just hanging there, he sat opposite me naked from the waist down, legs apart while eating.... it was hard not to. That was just inside my wife, a place I haven't been for over 8 years now. I wanted to feel offended but he's been having my wife for years now... I'm not sure exactly what I would have said.
"Hmm it's good, thanks." He winked at me, he knew what he was doing.
I tried to ignore his obvious tease and redirect the conversation. "Haven't seen you about for a while..." I left it as a statement but really also a question. I was hoping to get him to admit he didn't like Magnus cucking me too.
"No, been working on your mother."
I said nothing, the taunts and teases about my mother have been going on for months, ever since he met my parents. The fact my parents live in Exeter and so does he makes it more disturbing... he's closer to them then I am yet he visits here.
"She's been a tough one, but finally got what she's been needing."
My face blushed red, the more I tried to stop it the hotter I felt.
"You don't mind do you boy?"
I made a conscious effort to neatly fold the empty paper bag up carefully. Uncertain what to say... is he teasing... I blushed again. My face prickled. "No........sir."
"Took a while, had to find a way to get to know your mother. She goes to a slimming club every week, I had to go for a while.... useless fucking place."
I looked at his eyes, trying to see if he was joking...hoping.
He continued, stone faced. "Eventually we both stopped going, but your father doesn't know that." He winked at me again... I felt a shiver run through me. I didn't know how I was supposed to feel, I couldn't tell if he was serious.
"Took her to the pub the first time, sat and had drinks... chatted, you know... normal stuff. did it again the next week, some more alcohol for your mum... more courage. Kissed her goodnight, felt all that need she had."
He wiped his mouth clean on a tissue and tossed the empty bag back on the coffee table between us."By the third week I took her to dinner, then back to my place after. Slimmers club went on for another two hours... well your father thinks it did anyway."
I suddenly became aware I was still hanging my cage out of my flies and began pushing it back in.
"Your mother is a sexy woman, she has needs your father isn't filling.... so I filled them." He stood up, cock swinging about as he walked out of the room to put his pants on.
I zipped myself up and collected the paper bags for disposal. My face was still glowing like a lamp. I didn't know what to say.. so I said nothing.
"Anyway I'm off now, got what I needed, keep shaving your wife for me boy." He paused with the front door ajar. "Hey, maybe you should buy one of them for your dad." He pointed to my jeans as he spoke.
9 years ago
