"CLICK"
by Paul Pines
newatthis22a@yahoo.com
Comments welcome; flames cheerfully ignored.
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"Click."
It was the "click" that hurt the most.
Not the "click" as the bedroom door closed behind my wife, Sally, and her lover, but the "click" of her locking the door after she closed it.
I will never forget that sound. And I will never forget the other sounds I heard from outside the locked door.
But to start at the beginning.
After dealing for several years with her sadness over the departure of her long-term lover, Sally wrote to the man who introduced both of us to cuckolding. Ted has kept in touch with me over the years, always asking about Sally, about our family, and about Sally's work. When she considered starting her own business, he offered his expertise in the field. Sally accepted his advice cautiously, not sure if she wanted things to get sexual again, and not sure if he wanted that, either.
As they continued to email and to speak, Sally began to pepper the conversations with subtle sexual references, which Ted returned equally subtlely. Always the gentleman, he never pushed or even advanced the conversation in a sexual direction. Finally, when she had begun her business and was very excited about the new challenges, she sent him the following email:
"Looking forward to having an exciting, enthusiastic, optimistic conversation about my new business and life style."
To which Ted responded,
"So then the question only remains if we have the exciting, enthusiastic, optimistic conversation about your new business and life style clothed or naked."
My wife answered,
"Naked, of course."
As she and Ted made plans to meet, she invited me to read their email correspondence, which really excited me. I couldn't wait to see them in bed together again...
I walked up to the bedroom door, closed and locked before me. I heard their voices inside; I could not make out the words, but I could her the tone of their conversation. That conversation did not last long, and suddenly the words were replaced with a sound I could hear very clearly: kissing. Ted and Sally were kissing, just beyond the door.
The kissing continued, paused, then I clearly heard Ted say, "Oh, my." From past experience, I knew that was what he said when he saw my wife's naked tits. The picture was painted for me as clearly as if I was in the room: Sally had taken off her shirt and her bra, and her breasts - my wife's tits - were now in Ted's hands.
The kissing resumed... but it was different. Not so much kissing as... sucking. I heard Sally gasp, and I realized I was listening to Ted sucking my wife's nipples. I wanted desperately to see, but with a "click" my wife had locked me out.
When Ted and Sally made plans for their "exciting, enthusiastic, optimistic conversation," they decided that something was different, and they liked it. They felt that this was no longer a date arranged by me, but something they wanted to do together. The more they talked about it, the more they realized that they did not want their date to be a performance for me; they wanted it to be for them, and them alone. So Ted broke it to me: I was welcome to join them for lunch when we met, but when they went to bed I would not be included. Ted suggested - strongly - that I reserve a suite in the hotel, since it would look very strange for me to be hanging around in a hotel hallway for hours.
Kissing, sucking, short and urgent intakes of breath. They say that when a person loses one of his senses, the others become more acute to compensate. I could not see anything but a closed and locked door, but I could tell...
The sound of change and keys jangling: Ted is taking off his pants. The sound of the bedsprings compressing: they - my wife and her lover - are lying down together. Tiny moans, gasps from each of them: they are touching, feeling, stroking each other's sex. My wife, touching another man. Another man, touching my wife. And she locked me out, so they could be alone together.
Quiet for a moment, then THAT sound. The sound my wife makes when a penis enters her. She doesn't make it any other time, and I have never heard any other woman make it. A short, intense intake of her breath; a surprised, pleased and sexual sound. I heard it. It only lasted a second, but it echoed in my head like a cannon-shot. I had not even begun to deal with the huge knot which that sound tied in my guts when Ted groaned a deep, loud, sustained groan. Not an orgasm-sound, but the sound a man makes when he puts his cock deep inside a woman.
Ted and Sally were fucking. Right behind that door. Naked, wet, body-on-body, my wife was giving herself to him and he was... taking her. I should have cried out and told them to stop. I should have pounded on the door and said "No! You can't do that with my wife." I should have said, "No! You can't do that, you're my wife." But I didn't say anything. I pulled down my pants and jerked off, listening to him-fuck-her-and-her-fuck-him.
Ted moaned and groaned, and Sally gasped her little "I'm being fucked" gasps, for... how long? No idea. Then it got quiet, and I heard the hum of her pocket rocket. As bad as it was to listen to Ted being turned on by my wife, it could not compare to the new sounds, the ones of my wife being turned on by Ted. Her gasps grew louder and longer, and the kissing-sucking sounds told me exactly what he was doing to my wife's nipples. I heard him talking to her gently; I could not make out the words, but I knew they were words of admiration and encouragement. He was using his hands, his mouth and his mind to touch my wife, and from the noises she was making, it was working.
<CHAP 2>
Lunch had been torture for me. We ate in a nice restaurant, and Ted included me completely in the conversation, but I knew. We all knew. Sally was wearing a white shirt with a black bra, so the bra was clearly visible through the shirt's material. She had buttoned the shirt high enough to offer only a tiny glimpse of her cleavage, but I saw every time Ted's eyes drifted down, and I knew exactly what he was thinking: soon, she will be mine. Soon, we'll leave her husband behind, and I will have her - all of her.
As we walked to the car for the trip to the hotel, Sally unbuttoned another button. Ted was mesmerized, and made no secret of it. When we got into the hotel room, and the two of them sat facing each other on the couch, he actually reached over and pulled her shirt collar to the side, to give himself a better view. For a brief moment, I was insulted: that was no way for a man to treat my wife! But just as I realized he had every right to do that, Sally looked down and unbuttoned two more buttons for him, then pulled the right side of her shirt open so he could see her entire bra-enclosed breast.
They each made a halfhearted effort to continue the conversation after that, but it was clear that their hearts were not in it. Within two minutes, Sally got up and said, "Let's go in the other room. Without him."
Ted rose, put his arm around my wife's waist, and walked her away from me. I heard the door close, and then I heard that damn sound: "Click."
The soft hum of Sally's vibrator could only be heard when Ted was not talking to her and she was not gasping. So when I heard it clearly for a half-minute or so, I listened carefully, trying to catch what I was missing. But my careful attention was not necessary, because my wife's silence was the buildup to her orgasm. Suddenly she cried out a long, loud and powerful, "Ooohh-Oooooohhhhhhh!", and while my cock hardened, my heart broke. There - right there, on the other side of the closed, locked door - my wife was giving everything to that man. Her body, her touch, and now her orgasm, all for him.
The bed shook. Sally can cum hard when she's excited, but I never thought she could shake the bed so much that a bystander could hear it in the next room. She did. One, two, three, four, five, six times: I could picture it well, since I know how my wife's body spasms and thrashes when she cums, and the sounds of the bed shaking under her provided all the information I needed to know.
What I did not expect was to hear the sounds of Ted groaning along with her, yet with every "thump" of the bed, that is exactly what I heard. I knew that he was not fucking her, and I doubted very much that she could be stroking him while she came, since she loses control of her body completely when she cums. So he must be groaning from... HER PLEASURE. He was watching her. He was feeling her. He was getting off on my wife cumming.
It hurt so much to be locked out for that. So much. "Click."
The bed stopped bouncing for only a few seconds, then started again. I tried to figure out what was happening - every sense tuned in to discern what they were doing. I got my answer quickly: Sally made that surprised, pleased and sexual sound, and Ted began to groan. This new thumping was no longer Sally cumming, it was Ted fucking her. He had held back his own orgasm until my wife was satisfied, but now that he had held her while she came, he could not wait any longer. I didn't need to see. I just knew.
(continued in 16b)
by Paul Pines
newatthis22a@yahoo.com
Comments welcome; flames cheerfully ignored.
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"Click."
It was the "click" that hurt the most.
Not the "click" as the bedroom door closed behind my wife, Sally, and her lover, but the "click" of her locking the door after she closed it.
I will never forget that sound. And I will never forget the other sounds I heard from outside the locked door.
But to start at the beginning.
After dealing for several years with her sadness over the departure of her long-term lover, Sally wrote to the man who introduced both of us to cuckolding. Ted has kept in touch with me over the years, always asking about Sally, about our family, and about Sally's work. When she considered starting her own business, he offered his expertise in the field. Sally accepted his advice cautiously, not sure if she wanted things to get sexual again, and not sure if he wanted that, either.
As they continued to email and to speak, Sally began to pepper the conversations with subtle sexual references, which Ted returned equally subtlely. Always the gentleman, he never pushed or even advanced the conversation in a sexual direction. Finally, when she had begun her business and was very excited about the new challenges, she sent him the following email:
"Looking forward to having an exciting, enthusiastic, optimistic conversation about my new business and life style."
To which Ted responded,
"So then the question only remains if we have the exciting, enthusiastic, optimistic conversation about your new business and life style clothed or naked."
My wife answered,
"Naked, of course."
As she and Ted made plans to meet, she invited me to read their email correspondence, which really excited me. I couldn't wait to see them in bed together again...
I walked up to the bedroom door, closed and locked before me. I heard their voices inside; I could not make out the words, but I could her the tone of their conversation. That conversation did not last long, and suddenly the words were replaced with a sound I could hear very clearly: kissing. Ted and Sally were kissing, just beyond the door.
The kissing continued, paused, then I clearly heard Ted say, "Oh, my." From past experience, I knew that was what he said when he saw my wife's naked tits. The picture was painted for me as clearly as if I was in the room: Sally had taken off her shirt and her bra, and her breasts - my wife's tits - were now in Ted's hands.
The kissing resumed... but it was different. Not so much kissing as... sucking. I heard Sally gasp, and I realized I was listening to Ted sucking my wife's nipples. I wanted desperately to see, but with a "click" my wife had locked me out.
When Ted and Sally made plans for their "exciting, enthusiastic, optimistic conversation," they decided that something was different, and they liked it. They felt that this was no longer a date arranged by me, but something they wanted to do together. The more they talked about it, the more they realized that they did not want their date to be a performance for me; they wanted it to be for them, and them alone. So Ted broke it to me: I was welcome to join them for lunch when we met, but when they went to bed I would not be included. Ted suggested - strongly - that I reserve a suite in the hotel, since it would look very strange for me to be hanging around in a hotel hallway for hours.
Kissing, sucking, short and urgent intakes of breath. They say that when a person loses one of his senses, the others become more acute to compensate. I could not see anything but a closed and locked door, but I could tell...
The sound of change and keys jangling: Ted is taking off his pants. The sound of the bedsprings compressing: they - my wife and her lover - are lying down together. Tiny moans, gasps from each of them: they are touching, feeling, stroking each other's sex. My wife, touching another man. Another man, touching my wife. And she locked me out, so they could be alone together.
Quiet for a moment, then THAT sound. The sound my wife makes when a penis enters her. She doesn't make it any other time, and I have never heard any other woman make it. A short, intense intake of her breath; a surprised, pleased and sexual sound. I heard it. It only lasted a second, but it echoed in my head like a cannon-shot. I had not even begun to deal with the huge knot which that sound tied in my guts when Ted groaned a deep, loud, sustained groan. Not an orgasm-sound, but the sound a man makes when he puts his cock deep inside a woman.
Ted and Sally were fucking. Right behind that door. Naked, wet, body-on-body, my wife was giving herself to him and he was... taking her. I should have cried out and told them to stop. I should have pounded on the door and said "No! You can't do that with my wife." I should have said, "No! You can't do that, you're my wife." But I didn't say anything. I pulled down my pants and jerked off, listening to him-fuck-her-and-her-fuck-him.
Ted moaned and groaned, and Sally gasped her little "I'm being fucked" gasps, for... how long? No idea. Then it got quiet, and I heard the hum of her pocket rocket. As bad as it was to listen to Ted being turned on by my wife, it could not compare to the new sounds, the ones of my wife being turned on by Ted. Her gasps grew louder and longer, and the kissing-sucking sounds told me exactly what he was doing to my wife's nipples. I heard him talking to her gently; I could not make out the words, but I knew they were words of admiration and encouragement. He was using his hands, his mouth and his mind to touch my wife, and from the noises she was making, it was working.
<CHAP 2>
Lunch had been torture for me. We ate in a nice restaurant, and Ted included me completely in the conversation, but I knew. We all knew. Sally was wearing a white shirt with a black bra, so the bra was clearly visible through the shirt's material. She had buttoned the shirt high enough to offer only a tiny glimpse of her cleavage, but I saw every time Ted's eyes drifted down, and I knew exactly what he was thinking: soon, she will be mine. Soon, we'll leave her husband behind, and I will have her - all of her.
As we walked to the car for the trip to the hotel, Sally unbuttoned another button. Ted was mesmerized, and made no secret of it. When we got into the hotel room, and the two of them sat facing each other on the couch, he actually reached over and pulled her shirt collar to the side, to give himself a better view. For a brief moment, I was insulted: that was no way for a man to treat my wife! But just as I realized he had every right to do that, Sally looked down and unbuttoned two more buttons for him, then pulled the right side of her shirt open so he could see her entire bra-enclosed breast.
They each made a halfhearted effort to continue the conversation after that, but it was clear that their hearts were not in it. Within two minutes, Sally got up and said, "Let's go in the other room. Without him."
Ted rose, put his arm around my wife's waist, and walked her away from me. I heard the door close, and then I heard that damn sound: "Click."
The soft hum of Sally's vibrator could only be heard when Ted was not talking to her and she was not gasping. So when I heard it clearly for a half-minute or so, I listened carefully, trying to catch what I was missing. But my careful attention was not necessary, because my wife's silence was the buildup to her orgasm. Suddenly she cried out a long, loud and powerful, "Ooohh-Oooooohhhhhhh!", and while my cock hardened, my heart broke. There - right there, on the other side of the closed, locked door - my wife was giving everything to that man. Her body, her touch, and now her orgasm, all for him.
The bed shook. Sally can cum hard when she's excited, but I never thought she could shake the bed so much that a bystander could hear it in the next room. She did. One, two, three, four, five, six times: I could picture it well, since I know how my wife's body spasms and thrashes when she cums, and the sounds of the bed shaking under her provided all the information I needed to know.
What I did not expect was to hear the sounds of Ted groaning along with her, yet with every "thump" of the bed, that is exactly what I heard. I knew that he was not fucking her, and I doubted very much that she could be stroking him while she came, since she loses control of her body completely when she cums. So he must be groaning from... HER PLEASURE. He was watching her. He was feeling her. He was getting off on my wife cumming.
It hurt so much to be locked out for that. So much. "Click."
The bed stopped bouncing for only a few seconds, then started again. I tried to figure out what was happening - every sense tuned in to discern what they were doing. I got my answer quickly: Sally made that surprised, pleased and sexual sound, and Ted began to groan. This new thumping was no longer Sally cumming, it was Ted fucking her. He had held back his own orgasm until my wife was satisfied, but now that he had held her while she came, he could not wait any longer. I didn't need to see. I just knew.
(continued in 16b)
