Chloe 2

Sitting back down to my boxing, I couldn't focus. I paced around the
house nervously, attempting at times to reassure myself that she was
just doing as she said, going for a drink with the girls. As the clock
passed midnight, I began to worry even more, and called her cell phone.
Trying more than once, I eventually just went to bed and fell asleep,
if only for a while. I woke up to the sound of the front door being
closed loudly, and the steps of Chloe's high heels making their way to
our bedroom.

I stayed silent as she entered the room. I watched her undress through
half-closed eyes, not letting on that I was awake, though it would have
been near-impossible to sleep through the racket she was making. As her
dress came off, her thong came into plain view. The tiny strap
disappearing between her ass cheeks, Chloe bent over slowly and looked
over her shoulder, checking to see if I was watching in the dim
lighting of our bedroom. She peeled the thong down her legs and stepped
out one foot at a time.

Smiling, she slipped into bed beside me and ran her hand up my inner
thigh and found my already semi-erect cock.

Whispering into my ear, she said, "So you were watching me then, you
naughty boy."

"I was." I said sheepishly as she ran her hand up and down my shaft.
Before long my cock was at full mast and she continued to stroke the
length.

"I bet you've been waiting all night for me to get home, haven't you?"

"I have."

"So have I, but I have to admit tonight was pretty fun." She said with
the hint of a smile. She mounted me and began to kiss along my neckline
as she positioned the head of my cock beneath her. I could instantly
feel the wetness from her pussy on the head of my cock as she moved
softly, not letting me enter. I put my hands on her ass and tried to
push myself into her, but grabbed them by the wrists and pushed them
back over my head.

Between kisses, she said to me, "You know how you were flirting with
that waitress?"

"Uh, what? Yes...."

"Well, I did a little bit of flirting myself, tonight." She continued to
dampen the head of my cock, pressing herself along me just enough for
me to feel her.

"What do you mean?" I felt a tinge of jealousy well up inside of me. I
was a bit angry, but at the same time the way she was behaving was
hypnotic. It was unlike her, it was a side I had never seen.

"Can you feel my wetness? Here, feel it. Just the tip, though." She
lowered herself down enough for me to experience just how turned on she
was. She was literally dripping wet. I tried to thrust upward and into
her, but she readjusted, scolding me, "Just lay there, I want to tell
you some things, alright hunny?"

My mind was racing, I could only imagine what she was about to tell me.
"What is it? What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything, really. Just some harmless flirting, you know?
There was this guy at the bar, you see. He was really checking me out
and even bought me a drink. That was nice of him, wasn't it?" She kept
riding the tip cock in rhythmic circles, kissing my chest and neck, her
hands still firmly pressing my hands over my head.

"Just a drink? I mean...."

"Well, he started to ask me questions, naughty questions. He asked me
how big my titties were. Believe it or not, baby, I even let him touch
them." Before I could even respond, she slid herself down the length of
my cock. Without a chance to protest the things she had just revealed
to me, she began to ride me steadily. From the base to the head and
back again, she enveloped my cock with her pussy, her lips spreading
around me. "Sweetie, I even let him kiss me."

Just as I began to speak, she covered my lips with her own, shoving her
tongue into my mouth. She kissed me deeply as I tried weakly to move my
head and break off the kiss, but eventually my defences broke down, or
were broken down, by the raw sexuality of the moment. My heart was
pounding heavily in my chest as I thought about the fact that my wife
had shared just such a kiss with a stranger not long before.

As she continued to bottom out on my cock, Chloe began to bite along my
shoulders, gently at first and then harder, and I could feel my orgasm
nearing. She knew it, too, as she felt my breathing deepen, and she
moaned into my ear one last time as I began to cum. She milked every
last bit of my cum from me, rocking back and forth endlessly. Still in
my post-orgasmic bliss, Chloe whispered, "Now you're going to do
something for me."

In one swift motion Chloe climbed off of my cock and up my body, slowly,
taking her time, as she put her hands on the headboard and began to
mount my face. "You're going to clean my pussy out. You're going to
clean it all the way. All of the cum you just shot into me, you're
going to suck back out. I want to feel your tongue deep inside of me."

Too bewildered to protest, I lay motionless as she fully pressed her
pussy over my face. She grinded her pussy downward, her sopping pussy
over my mouth, I timidly pushed my tongue into her as our juices flowed
out onto me, into my mouth.

"Deep licks!" She put her hands in my hair and pulled me against her.
She grinded and pushed and pressed, as her lips parted easily. Though
at first I was resistant, eventually I was overcome with lust and
grabbed her ass, holding her firmly in place so I could more easily
access her nether regions. I began to suck my cum from her, enjoying as
her ass shook in my palms.

Before long I felt her bucking against me, quivering, as she began to
cum. My mouth on her clit, I continued to massage it as she worked
through her orgasm. Dismounting my face, she asked, "Am I clean? Have
you got all of your cum, or do I need to stay here until you're
finished?"

"No, Chloe, I've got it all."

"Alright, now would you like to hear about my plans?"

"Yes, dear." I sighed, so exhausted from what had just happened, I was
yet unable to process everything I'd already heard.

"I'm going to see that man again. The one from tonight. This Friday he
wants to meet me again for drinks."

"Friday? That's our date night."

"I've already agreed to it. If you really don't want me to go, I don't
have to. What do you want?"

"I want you to do... whatever makes you happy."

"Yes or no, do you want me to see him again?"

"Yes."

*****

Chloe 1

The following is the account of my journey into the world of cuckoldry.

I will begin by saying that even the notion of cuckolding was, at one 

time, unthinkable for me. I was raised by monogamous parents and took 

for granted that such a relationship was the only way for a husband and 

wife to coexist. I was wrong. 

***** 

My wife Chloe and I have been married for three years. In our

mid-twenties now, and having dated since high school, we are very much 

settled into life as a couple. We might be described as a common, or 

classic, pair. I have always maintained a dominant role in the 

relationship in terms of money management and taking care of bills, 

while Chloe - though she works - maintains the household. We have no 

children and so have time for what we consider the finer things such as 

regular Friday date nights, just like the one that opened the door to 

what would become a life altering experience.... 

***** 

"Chloe, are you ready? We're going to be late for our reservation." 

"I'm coming, I'm coming, just a second. Let me get my purse." 

"Alright."  I checked my cell phone absentmindedly as I waited not

altogether impatiently at the front door, as per our usual routine when 

we had somewhere to be. Not one to ask for much, Chloe did tend to 

require a great deal of patience when preparing herself to go anywhere. 

"I'm ready. Does this look fine, or should I change?" she asked me a bit

nervously. 

"No, it's perfect. You look great." Despite having sizeable breasts,

Chloe never dressed to show them, displaying only a subtle amount of 

cleavage. She preferred to keep them for my eyes only, which was a good 

thing for me since I was always one to have a jealous side. She wore a 

green summer dress with some fabric that flared out at around her 

waistline and down to below her mid-thigh. Green suited her, and what 

most suited me was that we wouldn't be late for dinner. 

As we headed for the truck, I took a quick grab at her, making her smile

as I did so. Chloe's ass has always been, for me, her most appealing 

feature. Full, thick, and round, both tender cheeks span more than a 

handful each, and it has always been my policy to feel them any time 

I'm around her. 

At the restaurant we enjoyed a casual meal with more than a little wine

on my part and I noticed on a few occasions Chloe watching suspiciously 

when I interacted with our waitress. Chloe's eyes could be 

oh-so-accusing at times. Finally, having had enough of the situation, I 

questioned her. 

"What is it?" 

"What? Nothing." 

"No, what's bothering you?" 

"I'm not bothered, I'm fine, why?" 

"You seem to be... at least when the waitress is speaking to us." 

"To you. She's flirting with you and you're liking it." 

Sighing, I rolled my eyes slightly and went back to my drink. After a

while, I decided to make amends. It wasn't worth ruining the night 

over. 

"Listen, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to flirt with her. I was just trying

to be friendly." 

"Sure, but you do this all the time. You always flirt with women, right

in front of me, and I never do that with other guys." 

"I know, I'm sorry." 

"I don't know, can we just pay and leave? I'm just feeling a bit

irritable and I'd rather just go home." 

"Alright...." I flagged our waitress and paid the bill. Heading home we

maintained chitchat, though it was evident that Chloe wasn't easily 

going to let my transgression pass lightly, this time. 

Into the house and into our bedroom, Chloe and I kissed dispassionately

and ultimately she just went to sleep. Though she wasn't rejecting my 

advances, her heart wasn't in it, and I didn't press the issue. That 

night would be the last one like it. 

***** 

The following night, Saturday, Chloe had agreed to join some of her

girlfriends for a few drinks.  Typically that meant she'd get home a 

bit tipsy around eleven o'clock just in time for some clumsy sex before 

falling asleep. Sometimes she'd fall asleep during. Needless to say, 

she didn't hold her liquor so well, and it really didn't take much to 

get her going. 

Watching boxing on television in the living room, I was shocked when she

came in to say goodbye. She had on a new black dress which I found to 

be skimpy, tight around her ass and revealing more than half of her 

supple breasts, which seemed to pour out of the top. She was wearing 

lipstick, something she virtually never did, and actually had a pair of 

high heels in her hand as she walked across the room to me. 

"Oh, wow. What's... you're really dressed up tonight, eh?" I asked,

stumbling just a bit. 

"Well, some of the other girls said they'd be dressing up, so I figured

I might as well. I bought the dress earlier today. Do you like it?" 

"Umm, well, it's really revealing. I like it, but... I don't know? I

mean, I like it. You look good in it. Wow." I really would have 

preferred she change the dress. She looked too good in it to be going 

out for drinks without me. 

She smiled and leaned in to kiss me just lightly on the cheek. "I'll be

back later. Bye hunny." 

"Bye." I said meekly as she strutted to the door, her ass swaying as she

did. As I heard the door close behind her, I got up to watch from the 

window as she made her way to her car. She looked absolutely stunning, 

and I wondered to myself just what it was that really made her dress up 

that way.