Extreme Cuckolding

“Pleassssse! Please let me! It’ll be fun. I promise! And I promised them.”

That was what she said at the end after it was all over.

It started in the car. We had tickets for a show, but we never got there. At a roundabout, a white van pulled up on the inside. The men in the three seats stared at her. I was used to that, she was always looking sexy. But I often struggled with her reaction. She adored the attention.

“I’ve still got it!” she blew them a kiss. “Shall I flash them my tits?” she had incredible tits. Big but still pert. Nipples to gorge on and so very good for putting a cock between.

“No!” I wasn’t in the mood. She’d taken so long to get ready we were late. And now the traffic was terrible.

She pouted but sounded sorry. “It’s just nice to know they want me. They’re young.”

“No younger than you!” She was in her mid-20s, and I was in my mid-40s. We both had other partners we were cheating on: her fiancé and my wife.

“Yeah, but all those men I fuck at the club, they’re all old.”

“And I’m old?”

“And you’re old!” She kissed me a peck on the cheek, and finally, we began moving.

“I feel like my body is doing charity work.”

She put on an American accent and said, “Is your penis lacking attention? Are you over fifty? Maybe pushing eighty? And no longer getting any at home? Do you have fantasies about sexy young women? Young enough to be your daughter, stroke granddaughter. Well, we’ve been working with a pervert intellectual, that’s you, by the way,” and she licked my face, nearly making me swerve off the road, “to bring you the absolute best remedy. A beautiful, sexy, witty, and wonderful, free-use whore. That’s me, by the way. Sound familiar?”

“But they make you cum don’t they?”

“Yes, I’m easy, though.”

“You certainly are!”

“Bastard! I meant easy to make cum. I’d like a young body with muscles and a nice arse for once.”

As if on cue, we were stopped at lights, and the white van moved in next to us.

They wound down their window at exactly the same time she did.

“Hey,” the driver said, “We all noticed you back there.”

“And I noticed you noticing me. I’m flattered.”

“And thank you for the kiss! We were all arguing over it, who it was for.”

“Oh, I’m sure I’ve got kisses for all of you!” she was always flirting, and she was very good at it. No one was ever in any doubt about what she wanted. It either scared them off, or she’d soon be getting them off.

“My friend’s phone number.” He passed a piece of paper down to her. She had to reach right up to get it, and they held hands for a moment.

“Text u,s yeah? We want those lips to kiss!”

“I will. I promise!”

The lights turned green, and the traffic made us part ways.

“Who did he think I was?”

“You look too old to be my boyfriend, probably. Maybe they thought you were my Dad.”

“Flirting like that with your Dad there? That’s even weirder.”

I knew why it happened though. Her smile, her ‘come to bed’ eyes. She gave them without a thought for me. She was always on the lookout for new men, and sometimes women.

“They’re texting back!”

She sounded like an excited schoolgirl.

“You text them already?”

“I promised I would. Shall I read it to you?”

“Ok.” I had just wanted to get to the theatre before the interval, but she was starting to turn me on with all this.

“We all think you’re gorgeous. Tonight we’ll all be thinking of you, if you know what I mean.”

“Isn’t that nice? I’ve sent them some naked pictures to help them out with that,” she rubbed my thigh, and licked my ear deeply. It was so loud I nearly crashed. Although I should be used to it by now.

“You sent them nudes?!”

“You think I should have sent them a video? I mean, maybe it’ll take a bit more to get them off. The one of me doing shit with my vibrator?”

“No.”

“You think I should stop being a tease, don’t you? And just fuck them right?”

“Yes! God, why not? You’re such a fucking slut. I’ll take you to them now.”

I was only half joking.

“I’ve text them to ask where to meet.”

“Bee! Seriously! We’re going to the theatre. I have tickets. I was kidding.”

“Oww but it’ll be boring. Wouldn’t you rather watch three young men use my body?”

I sighed and pulled over into a lay-by on the dual carriageway. “Ok. But right now you need to suck my dick.”

“Yay! You won’t change your mind once you’ve cum will you?”

I took out the tickets and ripped them up. She beamed and went to work.

Soon, I was pushing her head right down on my cock and calling her all the names under the sun. I squeezed one of her breasts and began pumping my junk into her mouth. At that moment, a truck driver gave a long honk.

I knew it was friendly appreciation. He could see from there, at least briefly, what she was up to.

“Oh, god, that was good,” she said, getting her breath back. “A real hate face fuck.”

“But I love you.”

“Not just then, you didn’t! Don’t worry it was hot. My throat will recover, in time! Oh god they text right back, but I missed it. Damn.”

More concerned with strangers' needs than my own again. I had come down and felt the jealousy return. Perhaps she’ll decide she likes younger cock and not come back to me. But I kept my word.

“Where do we go?” I sighed.

We followed the SatNav to an industrial estate which, by that time was quiet. The van was pulled up and the back open. I parked not far behind and saw a blanket in the back and four men not three.

“Oh yeah, that’s the security guys here. Said we could use the place if he could use me too. I said yes of course.”

“Is he turning the CCTV off?”

“I doubt it, silly!”

She jumped out of the car. I didn’t move.

She took no time at all to get intimate. She kissed the driver who had given her the number and reached out hands for the other two men near her, including the uniformed security guard.

She felt at their crotches like a professional porn star, and they groped at her body like they’d never touched a woman before. Rubbing themselves up against her. She didn’t look at me again for another hour.

I think the blanket in the van had meant to be for her, but they were all too urgent to get that far.

She knelt for them. Her bare knees sitting straight on to the tarmac and one of them was in a puddle of water.

She was cuckolding me again but also being submissive to them.

She soon showed them how good she was at deepthroat. They tore into her, holding her hair or the back of her head and fucking her mouth with no mercy.

The same as I had done fifteen minutes ago, but somehow they were making her gag a lot more than I had, and she was getting messy.

I knew, though, how much she would love this attention. One guy bent down, lifted her short sexy dress and started fingering her hard. I wondered if he’d put a finger in her ass and if she’d stop him like she always stopped me. Probably not! Bitch I thought.

Then there was a knock on the car window. “Want a cup of tea?”

A much older man, older than me, was standing with a mug with steam hovering over it.

I needed something. I got out and took it off him. “Thanks.”

“She’s a fine lady your woman.”

“Thanks.”

“I mean they appreciate your generosity. Letting them do this. I know I could never have done it.”

“You mean let your wife fuck other men in public?”

“Ha! Yes. It looks hard to do.”

“It is. But she’d do it secretly otherwise. I think she does actually.”

They had lifted her from her knees and were walking her to the van. She climbed up and took up a doggy position her ass facing us.

“Sure you don’t want a go, grandad?” The driver wasn’t talking to me, it didn’t seem I was invited to the party. They were talking to the old guy who I guessed had been in the van but we hadn’t spotted was much older.

“Come on! We’ll let you go first. Bet she’s a right tight little witch.”

“No, I’ll just watch how you young studs do it. She doesn’t want something old, wrinkly and grey.”

“I think she’ll fuck anything, grandpa! Yep, she’s nodding.”

“Oh fuck this,” the security guy said and went right up her, impatient for more action. She let out a deep growl and I knew she’d be away with the orgasm fairies for sometime.

“I’ve got a wife,” he said to me, before I could ask. “Mind you, so has security, and Jason, the one who does all the gobbing off, has a fiancée. Young people, they just see these things differently.”

We watched them take turns pounding her, moving her on to her back so they could get closer to her beautiful face. She never minded kissing men. She had no prostitute type rules, even though she seemed like a whore.

“I love my wife. Couldn’t do that to her.”

“She has a fiancé too,” I said, “I pick her up from their house, and he thinks I’m taking her to see a mutual friend. She often goes back the next day, or the same night even, with other men’s cum still inside her. He never seems to know, and she just carries her life on like they’re a perfectly normal couple.”

“Yeah, you young people are different.”

They finally finished with her, and she climbed out unsteadily as they buttoned up. She had been stripped at some point, so in the early summer evening gloom, she looked stunning. She glowed as she walked over to my fellow spectator. The good, long, hard fucking from three young men had clearly done her good.

She didn’t go to me, though she went to the one who had refused her. I knew she couldn’t bear being turned down, and with her best sexy smile, I could see she was determined to change his mind.

She took both his hands in hers and placed them on her substantial breasts. “We can just talk in there. We can close the door. No one needs to see us.”

He sighed and let himself be led away. She finally acknowledged my existence with a wink and a big triumphant smile. The other men mockingly cheered.

They climbed in. The men slammed the doors on them. Ten minutes of the van bouncing a bit and she was out, dressed, if a little dishevelled. Her make-up a sexy mess.

“She’s good ha? Yeah, we’re having her again next week,” the driver, Jason said. “A whole lot more of us. You’ll want her first then! Or she’ll be all used up!”

His crude, cruel words angered me and turned me on. My girlfriend kissed and thanked him. As she walked away he gave her a slap on the ass.

Finally, he spoke to me. “Thanks mate, she’s fucking awesome. Give her a lift next week, yeah.”

I nodded and went straight to the car. “Next week? You’re doing this again? On our night together?”

“We didn’t fuck you know. Me and Brian.” I presumed Brian was the old guy. We hadn’t swopped names. “We just pretended. For fun. He’s too much in love. Twenty-five years married, and he refuses a blow job from a sex bomb. That’s impressive.”

“I asked about next week!”

“Oh, they want me to come back and take their friends as well. Hours of fucking in a van. Like in that book you gave me, the‘Sexual Life of Catherine M’. They’d better get a mattress. I’m going to have so many bruises from that van. And my head constantly knocked against something. Here. Feel. A lumps coming.”

“No! No way. It’ll be dangerous. An empty place like this. Loads of men.”

“It’ll be dangerous but sexy too!”

“No!”

“Pleassssse! Please let me! It’ll be fun. I promise! And I promised them.”

Of course, I’m going to give in as she jerks me off and talks dirty on the way home. I drive to deliver her used body back to the man she constantly cheats on. At least he doesn’t know he’s being cheated on.

“All those years married, and he won’t accept a blowjob. He was ok about sucking on my tits while I jerked him off, though. He came all over me. I’ll need a shower before I let my fiancé hold me.”

I cum over the steering wheel.

I wave her goodbye.

I feel sick about next week.

But I can’t wait!