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Birth of a Cuckold

Contextually I suppose we should start at the beginning; Envision if you will, a fair young Scottish Lassie, as pure as the wind driven snow, with a milk maid’s complexion, auburn hair and big green eyes with a natural beauty that took your breath away. Only 5’ 2”, she didn't have the length of leg to walk down a runway and one would scarcely notice her body as being exceptional from the modest way she dressed, unless you saw her nude, which was not likely as she was very sly and modest to a fault. They say opposites attract and it was certainly true in their case. He was somewhat of an impetuous, adventurous, young man and she was quiet, shy and measured. She preferred riding and spending time with her animals. He was a friend of her brother, and they both enjoyed the same revelrous lifestyle with a desire to sample at least one of everything life had to offer, all at the same time.

The few times he spoke to her in passing when visiting her brother on their family farm , her cheeks would turn a deep crimson and for some reason this pleased and attracted him. Occasionally he would go out of his way to search her out just to make her blush, sometimes giving her a leg up on her horse to show off his manliness. Eventually, she became more comfortable with him and they became friends. He liked the way she was so loving and caring of all her animals, especially the young ones. Once when he brought her a baby cottontail he found abandoned on the trail while riding, her eyes lit up like she had received a string of pearls. He thought it would die, but she used an eyedropper to feed and nurture it till it was grown.

He continued his lifestyle, but there was something in this girl that attracted him above all the others. Although she was not very outgoing and lacked social skills she was intelligent and had a good head for figures shown by keeping the books for her father's business. Over the summer, even though she was 5 years older, a relationship developed and he found himself spending more time with her than her brother and he managed to seduced her into letting him perform oral sex.

He found her body to be amazing and even more amazing was how easy it was to bring her to orgasms, so strong her whole body shook and jerked uncontrollably, but as hard as he tried he couldn't talk her into giving up her virginity. Not ready to settle down, he started feeling trapped and decided to break it off and go sailing with her brother as they had planned the year before. But life is seldom that simple when emotions are involved and in the final goodbyes on her front porch, she just stood there with big tears running down her cheeks sobbing, as he bent down and kissed them away, instead of goodbye, a month later she accepted to become his wife, “in spite of her parent’s warning”. On their wedding night he noticed she made love with her eyes closed and, although she wasn’t a passionate lover, her body was very responsive and her orgasms were the most powerful he had ever experienced. As the years went by two children arrived, their sex life remained good, but as happens after a while there was a desire on his part to spice thing up a little, but he had very little success. He could never get her to initiate sex. Acting sexy was just not in her DNA , she just couldn’t do it. Neither was the ability to display or communicate feelings of affection, unless you were a baby rabbit, with the exception that she would burst into tears whenever he had to leave, even for a few days.. She told him her parents, (mainly her mother) raised her with the belief that girls should behave in a quiet and ladylike fashion, and should not act provocative. Perhaps they had succeeded so well that she had difficulty dealing with her sexuality without feeling like she was doing something wrong. She was definitely an introvert and to make up for social skills she developed a subservient personality to make other people like and accept her, which everyone did once they got to know her. She showed her affection for him the only way she could by never complaining, performing boring mundane tasks when asked, and never demanding anything from him. He knew she loved him by the mere fact she put up with him and all his badgering, mostly about sex. She would give him oral sex if he asked, but he knew she didn’t like to take him in her mouth and would just use her lips and tongue unless he asked her to suck and then is was only the head, when she felt him starting to cum she took her mouth away and used her lips on the side of his cock, never taking it in her mouth. Having to ask and knowing she didn’t like it, took away from the experience, so he seldom asked and on the occasions that he did he would sometimes create fantasies in his mind to make himself cum, like remembering how other women in his life had deepthroat-ed him and became so aroused with his cock in their mouth, one in particular would use her hand to make herself cum, trying to coincide her orgasm with his delivery of cum in her mouth, with an amazing amount of success. (That memory usually did the trick).

One day he asked her if she ever got horny while he was away for months at a time and with much difficulty got her to confess to masturbation. The thought of her making herself cum was so provocative and arousing he couldn't let it go, till (to his surprise) she agreed to “masturbate” for him. Mentally steeling herself by taking a deep breath and closing her eyes she reached down between milk white thighs and used her fingers to gently massage herself. The emotional stress and embarrassment caused her cheeks and chest to blush rosy pink and added to his arousal as he watched her slowly bring herself to a climax. How beautiful she looked as she became aroused, hips thrusting out, nostrils flaring and an intent look of concentration on her pretty face as her body responded to her fingers. He watched with fascination as her free hand started fondling her breast, tweaking her pink nipples to erection. “Oh God” how her body convulsed in orgasm. He found himself in a state of excitement for the next couple of days and could not keep his hands off her. He asks her what she thought about when she masturbated, but she just blush and wouldn't answer. That is when he first started fantasizing about watching her with another man. He didn’t know why sharing her had such an appeal, all he knew was it was terribly arousing and made him hard when he thought about it. It became one of his favorite fantasies during masturbation. However, knowing her, he was fairly sure it would never happen for real, but now and then he would bring it up to no avail. His work kept him away from home a lot, working abroad, sometimes for months at a time and of course with his erotic nature there were women to satisfy his urges, but his wife remained his only true love. She was never a very passionate or jealous person and never queried what he did when he was away, even though she knew his weakness. He never got the feeling that she ever had any doubt about their relationship, or if she did she never showed it, which is a rare thing in a woman. As the years went by the fantasy moved to the back of the line, and then while on vacation in Malta, celebrating her birthday, he noticed that while she was in the hotel pool taking a scuba lesson that he had badgered her into taking, the Maltese instructor’s hands were taking advantage of the situation, by touching her bikini-clad body more than necessary. He started to say something to him, but noticed she didn't seem to mind.

Later after the lesson, while sunbathing on the lounge chairs he noticed out of the corner of his eye that she was watching her instructor over the top of her book. The guy, maybe early thirties, was well built, handsome and had a bulge in front of his speedo that unavoidably caught the eye. With a smile he asked her if she was ready for another lesson and she blushed at being caught admiring him. The old fantasy came rushing back and after a couple of days of pestering her with the likes of; “ let's take advantage of being by ourselves with no kids to do it”, “no one will ever know”, “ we could do it on our last night” , “please do it for me”, “if you love me”, “please say yes”.... He was surprised, when from behind her book she replied “What makes you think he would want to sleep with a 47 year old woman”.

Her words just seemed to hang in the air, they were so unexpected it took a moment for him to process what she had said. What!! Had she just agreed!! Excitedly he said “Does that mean I can ask him"? With a sigh she murmured, keeping her voice down “God you never stop”, “This is so embarrassing”, suddenly aware someone might have overheard them she gave a quick look to make sure no one was within earshot before giving another sigh of exasperation. Smiling he leaned over and kissed her cheek, which had blushed to a deep pink and slipped a beach towel over his lap to hide his erection. It was late in the afternoon before he had decided on a plan and after a couple of Rum and Cokes for courage, while waiting for the right moment in between scuba lessons, he approached the dive instructor, whose name was Tony and engaged him in a conversation about dive certification, then asked if he would like to join him for a drink at the bar, Tony excepted, but only could drink coke while on duty.

He liked Tony's spontaneous personality and could see why his wife might be taken with his dark, handsome good looks. He had an easy smile, perfect teeth and most striking of all were the grey eyes, instead of the more commonly found brown eyes among the Maltese. Although his English was basic they were able to communicate fairly well. He also notice how his eyes would automatically track every female that walked by, which encourage him to discreetly steer the conversation in that direction and it became quite obvious that Tony had a weakness for the ladies and he confessed to occasionally enjoyed some success with the female guest, even though fraternizing was against hotel policy, he said it seemed it was not enforced as longs as there was no complaints.

After coaching Tony into giving up a few of his sexual adventures with the female guest he awkwardly, straight out asked him if he would like to make love to his wife using the lame excuse it would be a birthday present. When he saw the look of surprise and shock on Tony’s face, he hurriedly pointed her out, remembering how his hands had explored her during the scuba lesson a couple of days ago. He saw recognition on Tony’s face, but because of his limited English, Tony didn’t understand and thought he was being accused, (of what he was no doubt guilty of), but after he understood, that infectious smile appeared on his face as he looked around to make sure they were not being overheard. Tony suggested they move from the bar to a table for more privacy as the bartender had big ears. He found out the hotel had monthly health screening for their help and Tony's had been checked last week. Tony told him he was a lucky man to have such a beautiful wife, and said he had been attracted to her when she came for her lesson. Beaming a smile while his grey eyes searched her out, he remembered he was turning 33 in a couple of days so it could be his birthday presents as well.

He knew his wife was probably watching from her lounge chair by the pool, as they discussed the intimate details of how he wanted her fucked and it made him hard, which was quite obvious as he walked back to join her afterwards. As he approached she gave him a panicky questioning look, he nodded, which caused her to hide behind her book again.

He tried to read his book, but could only stare at the pages, as his mind tried to process that his wife had agreed, (reluctantly agreed) to being fucked by another man and it was no longer just a fantasy. He was in a hyper state of arousal all afternoon, even as she kept trying to talk him out of it.

That evening after a bottle of wine, with his promise that if it didn’t go down right she could stop it, she reluctantly gave up. They took a nice leisurely shower, and as he soaped and washed her body he noticed the slight tan lines out lining the modest bikini he had bought for her and with much effort talked her into wearing instead of her usual one piece. As he knelt down and washed her he noticed how the sun brought out the freckles on her thighs and the way her oversized clitoris peeked out of her downy, light auburn colored pubic hair and it made him hard, actually he'd had a semi most of the afternoon.

After the shower they slipped on the big white terry cloth hotel bathrobes, as he had decided robes would be less awkward than getting out of them than being fully clothed.

The wine and hot shower helped them to relax some, but they both felt the anxiety of the moment, with her fussing around the room picking up and tidying and him looking at his watch every couple of minutes.

When It was time to make the call she grabbed his hand and looked him in the eye with a pleading look and asked, “Are you sure?” He saw the quiet panic in her eyes and he forced himself to take the time to reassure her knowing it sounded shallow, but his arousal and excitement was so great there was no turning back. His hand was shaking so badly it took two attempts to dial the hotel bar where Tony was waiting and his voice broke badly, barely managing to croak out their room number. God it was really going to happen!! His heart was pounding in his chest when he heard the knock on the door. With a look of pure panic in her eyes she exclaimed “ Oh my god”, “Honey! what are we doing”, as he walked to open the door.

Then there was a (what do we do now) awkward moments, with everyone standing in the middle of the room, with the two of them wearing bathrobes and Tony decked out in a white Pierre Cardin matching slacks and shirt. He decided to sacrifice himself as an ice breaker and quickly started talking about his fantasy, but it didn’t help much. His wife sat down on the edge of the bed with her hands in her lap, looking like she might start crying and Tony probably not understanding stood there looking confused.

Determined to keep things moving he asked Tony if he thought she was beautiful as he walked over and took both her hands and pulled her up to a standing position, before stepping behind her and opening her robe. He could feel her tense as Tony’s eyes swept over her nude body. He held his breath, afraid she would back out or do something to ruin the moment.

Tony seemed dazed, just standing there in his white leisure suit looking youthfully handsome, trying to remember what he had been told early at the bar, so he took off his own robe while standing behind his wife and put his arms around her trying to act nonchalant while nuzzling her neck as he asked Tony to undress. Even as a male he admired how handsome Tony was, even while hopping around on one foot trying to get his Italian made shoes off, and when he finally got his clothes off, how well built the man was, every part of his body was perfect, broad chest, flat ripped stomach with narrow waist and hips connecting to powerful muscular thighs, but the most impressive of all was his cock, which caused a sharp intake of breath from his wife. He had seen his speedo package at the pool and knew he was well endowed, but never imagined the beautiful, maybe 8 inch-ish, uncut, smooth as velvet cock, now on display hanging between his legs.

He would have liked to have watched his wife suck it, but he knew that was not going to happen, remembering her gag reflex problem. Taking a deep breath, he gently slipped the robe from her shoulders and let it drop as he offered her up to this handsome young man with such a beautiful cock. He beckoned and when Tony was standing in front of his wife, who seemed to have turned to stone, he placed her hand on his cock and watched over her shoulder in amazement as the head slowly pushed through the folds of foreskin as it hardened in her hand. It was one of those cocks that had an upward bow, causing the head to curve back toward the stomach, supposedly the perfect design for making contact with a woman's G-spot.

Her hand was barely able to encircle it, He watched from over her shoulder as Tony bent forward and hesitantly took a nipple between his lips he felt her body tense again, and he whispered “ It’ll be ok baby” as he watched how her breast responded when Tony’s tongue drew a circle around her nipple. It thrilled him to see the appearance of goosebumps and how the nipple stiffened into erectness.

Tony shifted his attention to her other breast while his hand started to fondling between her legs and unconsciously her hand would occasionally move back and forth on his erection when he touched her in certain places down there. He kept whispering encouragement in her ear and kissing the back of her neck, loving the smell of her hair and woman scent as he stood behind her; because of the difference in height his testicles were pressed against her ass and his erection against her back. He felt a shiver run through her body as he took her earlobe between his teeth, followed by a wave of goosebumps that changed the texture of her skin as his lips traced her neck down to her shoulders causing her breathing rate to increase as well as his own. He looked over at their reflection in the dresser mirror and watched how her chest slightly expanded as she breathed in through parted lips. God! She looked so small and fair standing between the two of them, with that amazing ass that barely showed a sign of her age and the bearing of two children.

Peering down over her shoulder again he watched how her pink areolas pluck and hardened as Tony’s mouth gently suckled each nipple in turn, he could almost taste and feel the rubbery texture of those rose bud nipples that he knew so well. He was counting on once she was aroused, her body would take over like it always did, kind of like a “Jekyll and Hide” thing.

The question was, "would it happen with a stranger". Yes! The effects of Tony’s fingers caused her knees to instinctively bend outward, opening her thighs to his exploring fingers.

Reaching down from the back with his own fingers, he trailed them slowly up from behind her knee along the inside of her thigh and over her anus and inner round globe of her butt cheek.

His fingertips detected the pebbled texture of her flesh as they touched and danced over her anus and ass cheeks, sometimes making contact with Tony’s fingers as they caressed between her legs from the front.

Glancing down his eyes confirming the flesh of both buttocks were completely pebbles; the populous head of his cock rested against the small of her back with a thin thread of viscous fluid stretching between the tip and a patch of light downy body hair, almost light peach fuzz, in the small of her back just above her butt. She had a semular spot on her throat under her chin, so fine the only time noticeable was when the light was just right and when it did it always caused a strong urge to touch her there with his lips.

Behind her closed eyes and with her husband's soft reassurances in her ear and the two men’s concerted efforts she gave up worrying about the consequences and surrendered to the warmth of the lips sampling her breast and to the caresses between her legs that were becoming more bold and confident. She became aware of Tony’s cock in her hand, and how firm it was almost like solid rock or something under the loose out skin that she moved back and forth over it with her hand.

God, she knew her body was telegraphing the effects to her husband’s body, her concerns about the effects this night might have on their relationship afterward worried her, but as she drifted in the waves of erotic sensations running through her body and mind, she thought, "wasn’t this what he had wanted for years". Yes, he could feel the tremors from her body and knew Tony was on target, most of her body was now covered in goosebumps from their combined efforts. Her legs were bending at the knees and she was having problems standing so they eased her back on the bed.

She grabbed his hand for reassurance and gripped it hard as Tony coached her legs apart and began kissing her inner thighs. He smiled when he saw she must have taken off her wedding ring earlier for some reason.

He was breathing hard with his cock in hand as he watched Tony’s head moving between his wife’s thighs, as his hands reached up to perk her pink erect nipples. Even at 47 her breasts were beautiful with hardly any stretch marks.

Tony was taking his time with her, like they had agreed earlier. When her husband felt her grip relax on his hand and he saw her two forefingers, start to tap together with her thumb, (a little subconscious telltale she displayed when eating something very tasty or when being pleasured and aroused) he let her hand go and changed his position to have a better view of the beautiful scene before him, it was even better than what he had imagined in his fantasies.

Her arousal was obvious and it amazed him how quickly , perhaps she had been thinking about it for the last 3 days. Did he not catch her sizing up Tony after he felt her up in the pool. The thought made him even more excited for some reason.

God he loved this woman, so fair with her bikini trimmed light auburn pubic hair framed between those beautiful white Nordic thighs, slightly splattered with freckles, how they contrasted with Tony’s dark Mediterranean masculine body and broad hair covered chest. Had she fantasized about him at the pool? Did she fantasize about him back in the room when they made love after her scuba lesson?

Her daily horseback riding kept her thighs firm, but he notice a slight trace of cellulite as she slowly opened them wider to Tony's lips and tongue probes into her womanhood, her hips started to move in a slow rolling motion as she arched her body, pressing herself against the warm sucking mouth that encompassed her womanhood, her body occasionally jerking involuntarily to a well-targeted tongue flick to her exposed clit. Tony’s response to her arousal was to place his hands under her butt cheeks and let her find her rhythm as she fucked his mouth and tongue, working her hips in rotational motions, grinding her swollen and enlarged clit in his mouth. Tony felt one of her hands on the back of his head as she pushed up to make his tongue go deeper inside her, as her finger tapping intensified. Her husband watched spellbound in total fascination, how her hips moved with a slow hypnotic rhythm as she worked her sex in Tony's mouth. How well he knew her signs of arousal, but seeing her so aroused with another man was a whole new dimension. He was breathing hard and his cock was dripping precum from watching her respond to Tony’s titillations. God it was perfect, he wondered what was going on in that pretty little head of hers. He doubted that he would ever know, he had never been able to get her to open up and share her inner feelings. She seemed to lack that ability, perhaps that was why her body was so communicative, with the blushing and ease of arousal to make up for it.

She gave one of her involuntary arousal whimpers as Tony, who was in full lust mode grabbed her ankles and raised her legs up, pushing them back over her head as the tip of his pink tongue tested the entrance to her anus. Her exclamation and moan gave him incentive to swirl his tongue around in her ass. It was too much, he couldn't resist, bending over and kissing her mouth as Tony tongued her ass, but she didn’t seem to like the distraction so he stopped and just watched.

Tony’s mouth kept bringing her to the edge of orgasm, encompass and sucking her genitalia like it was a over ripe fruit, his long pink tongue licking the length of her vagina in an upper direction, pausing as the top to flick and circled her clitoris with the tip, causing her legs to involuntarily jerk, but what seem to drive her really crazy was when, suddenly his long tongue serpentine deep into her vagina, exploring where no tongue had ever explored, before taking it away and leaving her right on the edge of orgasm, kissing down her thighs as he raise each leg, licking behind her knees, working down her calves and kissing the bottom of her feet, all the while keeping a finger toying in the viscus pool of arousal fluids puddling between the lips' of her vulva, before it puddled over and dripped in a thin trail to her anus, then down between her ass cheeks on its journey to a widening wet spot on the bedding as her hips pumped at the air searching for release. No longer a wife or mother, society's veneer stripped away leaving only a female of the homo sapiens species in heat with her body reacting in the same primeval way as thousands of years ago. Tony looked up and gave him a questioning look, asking for permission to penetrate her, she was starting to show signs of frustration from the continued edging and he gave a nod of consent. Her eyes flicked open as they positioned her further up on the bed and their eyes met her for a brief second, before she closed them again. While Tony was spreading her legs wider, he bent down reassuringly and whispered "I love you for doing this for me Baby" and told her how beautiful it was to watch her being fucked, he had to block her hands from going between her legs to relieve herself as her hips continues to pump at air.

The size and girth of Tony's cock became much more apparent, (especially around the base) when it was between his wife’s thighs posed for penetration. He quickly handed Tony a tube of lube from the bed table, he hadn’t thought it would be needed the way she was lubricating , but seeing the girth of Tony’s cock, he wasn’t so sure. Kneeling between her legs, Tony looked down on the woman with her legs spread, moaning and trying to finger herself, feeling proud of his looks and masculinity, savoring the moment as he slowly massaged the lubricating gel the length of his cock. Her husband watched his wife's body reaction closely, with fascination, and curiosity, as Tony kneeling between her thighs slipped a pillow under her ass and with his hand guiding his cock slowly started to penetrate her. His eyes drinking in the gentle way Tony smoothed her labia lips back out the way as the head of his cock started to penetrate her, but the big blunt head had trouble passing through the outer ring of her vagina muscles and the pressure caused her to moan in frustration as she tensed and pull back using her hand on Tony’s thigh to stop him.

He moved to her side, whispering in her ear “Are you alright honey?” She nodded and placed her hands on Tony’s hips, using her finger tip for control as every nerve in her body cried out for release. Tony use a couple of fingers with lube to open her up and centered his cock with the other hand, and as he removed his fingers she thrust up with her hips, and gasped, as the head of Tony’s cock slid into her and and he the contractions of her vagina around his cock, but once the head was in it seem to calm her. Completely mesmerized he watched Tony's cock disappear into his wife, slowly stretching her out, till suddenly she stopped him again with her hands and her eyes fluttered open briefly in surprise at the unexpected discomfort from the depth of penetration caused contact with her cervix and the wedging effect of the thicker part of his cock increasingly stretched her vagina wider. Frightened and with a pleading look at her husband she said “ Honey it hurts, I Don't know if I can” and he replied "you can baby, take your time” and she replied “I'm trying, I’m trying”.

Tony's gift of endowment had taught him patience early in his life and he paused letting her body slowly stretch out and adjust, to accommodate him, feeling the back wall of her vagina and cervix pressing against his cock, with the side walls stretched tightly around the base.

Still on his knees he gently used a finger in a circular motion on her engorged clit, while the little finger of his other hand that was guiding his cock gave light butterfly wing caresses to her anus to keep her stimulated as her body slowly stretched out. He knew she might not be able to take his full length from past experiences with other women, but there it was, her body’s state of arousal had triggered the physiology that allows a woman’s cervix to lift up out of the way when deeply penetrated.

Slowly and careful not to hurt her or go any deeper, he started working his cock in and out letting her control the penetration.

Her husband sat on the bed beside them with her small foot in his hand and massaged it , like he sometimes did at home to relax her. He would have liked to have kissed her as she lay moaning softly, chest heaving with beads of perspiration on her upper lip from concentration.

The titillation and patience had the desired effect, and her fingers started their coaching again and ever so slowly and after a few more stops and starts Tony’s cock completely disappeared inside her. Damn! She did it! Took the whole thing! Realizing he was still massaging her foot as Tony moved into position on top of her, he let her it go and shifted his position on the bed to get a closer view, how her breast and nipples were against Tony's hair covered chest and how her body accommodated his huge cock, how as it moved in and out of her with long slow strokes the sides of her pussy and labia lips were clinging tightly around it leaving a sheen of wetness the full length as testimony of her body's arousal.

Tony's efforts were soon rewarded by low involuntary moans of pleasure and sounds of passion that were increasing in intensity from his wife who was usually not so vocal. He watched and listened to the sounds coming from his beautiful wife, back arched as her body responded and moved rhythmically, perfectly syncing with Tony's as they copulated. She, who had been so doubtful that she would enjoy having a stranger make love to her.

He, savoring the moment, trying to crystallize every detail in his mind for future recall. It was exquisitely painful to watch the love of his life, the mother of his children respond to a complete stranger, but at the same time excited him to the point his cock was dripping cum.

He had to walked over and poured himself a glass of wine and stood behind Tony watching him fuck his wife, the way the large testicles swung in a slow arch before bouncing against his wife's ass as he buried eight inches of cock into her, and the way her arousing fluids were soaking the bedding under her ass. Walking back around to the side of the bed he stood sipping his wine while his eyes drank in every detail how her body entered the deep throes of orgasm, how her lungs gasps for air through partly open lips and flared nostrils, her hands reaching up to grip Tony's ass, pulling him in, her hips thrusting up to meet his as she raised her legs and hooked her heels behind his masculine thighs, the muscles in her legs flexing as she used their power to pull him into her, and God, How her toes curled as her body convulsed in orgasm.

Not to be left behind Tony responded by fucking her harder and faster, hammering into her, his hard stomach muscles and hips driving the full length of his cock into her with rapid hard strokes, so hard the impact sent shock waves rippling through her body making her breast bounce . To his surprise she cried out “ Oh My God” and went into another orgasm, almost simultaneous with Tony's verbal exclamation in Maltese as his body convulsed in orgasm on top of hers. He stood there dazes with his cock dripping cum from his own climax looking down on them both laying there, immobilized, except for the slight involuntary spasms of Tony's ass muscles as his body delivered the last of his seed deep inside his wife, whose legs had lost their grip and lay splayed out to either side, but her hands still gripped the cheeks of Tony's ass holding him inside of her.. It took a minute or two before Tony's breathing returned to normal and he became aware of his surroundings. He gave her an affectionate kiss on the forehead as he pulled his now tripping, limp cock out of her. It reminded her husband of the way a stallion's cocks looked as they pulled out after breeding mares on his wife’s father's farm.

He would never forget the sight of his wife just laying there in a coma-like state after Tony pulled out, with thighs spread wide, her beautiful auburn pussy full of cum with the last tremors of her orgasm still on display. When she opened her eyes and saw him looking at her, she blushed and pulled a pillow over her face to hide behind as she rolled over into a fetal position.

She laid there trying to process what had just happened. She remembered that first day at the pool , "God! He was so heart-stopping handsome." She was surprised at her attraction, somehow she knew it was mutual, like both responding to the other pheromones.

Hardly aware of her surroundings she felt his hands on her body, god he could have done anything to her right there in the pool and she would have let him. It was so unlike her!

That afternoon she shamefully fantasied it was him making love to her and not her husband, remembering those hauntingly grey eyes and how he boldly touched her, later causing her to climax almost as soon as he was inside her. He was the only other man she had ever been with except her husband and as much as she loved her husband their sex was never like what she had just experience and she knew it had nothing to do with love, but there was defiantly more sensation both physically and physiologically, her husband was always so predictable, It surprised her how much she liked the rough and powerful way Tony had pound into her , even the discomfort at first was arousing, almost like losing her virginity again, and the sensation of feeling him inside her, she wasn’t sure how to describe, but it was like a “pressure pushing everywhere” that felt amazing. And then there was so much power in his thrust, God, and when he came , she could feel the hot explosion of cum inside her. She thought for sure with that much that deep, she would be paginated for sure without birth control. She realized she was becoming aroused again and stopped the thoughts. It was a one time thing, Right. He bid Tony good night at the door with a firm handshake, then helped his wife, who didn't have enough energy to get out of the bed into the shower. She seemed completely drained and went right back to bed after he cleaned her up and slept till almost noon the next day. He was still turned on from the night before and wanted her, bedhead and all, but she was so sore she could hardly move. He got her a small bag of ice for her swollen vagina and she sat out on the balcony with a coffee staring out at the Mediterranean while he packed their bags. Tony had volunteered to drive and see them off on the afternoon ferry.

After helping them with their bags Tony stood on the ferry landing with them and as they prepared to board Tony asked if he could kiss her goodbye.

He looked at his wife who was blushing, but without hesitations she moved into Tony's arms, going up on her tiptoes as their mouths came together. It surprised and shocked him how readily she moved into his embrace, molding her body to his, and what he had thought was to be a quick goodbye kiss turned into a kiss of passion, with Tony;s tongue lingeringly, exploring the passage between his wife's parted lips where both tongues intertwined in her mouth, her husband watched in astonishment and when she finally stepped away, how their eyes were still communicating. OMG was that yearning in her eyes!

He felt like he had been punched in the gut, as he reached out and shook Tony's hand and said goodbye while fighting back a rush of panic that was somewhat subdued when his wife moved into his side and took his arm. It surprised him how painful watching that kiss was. Watching his wife being fucked by another man was one thing, but the thought of her being romantically involved with another man was something else. He wasn't sure he could handle it, but the thought strangely thrilled and excited him at the same time.

Note******The following excerpt gives an interesting explanation:"Competition gets them hard," says sex therapist Susan Block, who operates a phone-therapy program especially for cuckolds to fine-tune their fantasies and strategies. "There are so many forms of substitute competition among men in our society, such as sports, that take the place of the real competition inside a woman's body," in which rival males' sperm engage in "wars" to fertilize her eggs."Winning isn't even that important. What's important for a man in terms of his arousal is the competition. If you're a married man, you might love your wife, but you won't get as strong an erection for her or have as strong ejaculation if your testicles know that this woman is yours alone. Nature is conservative, so your testicles won't work any harder than they know they have to. But if your wife has been away at a conference and there's a chance that she's had sex with another man, you'll get a stronger erection when she comes home. If she has had sex with another man, that makes you really hard.

Note*****Blushing is the reddening of a person's face due to psychological reasons. It is normally involuntary and triggered by emotional stress tying candor, such as that associated with passion, embarrassment, shyness, anger, or romantic stimulation**.