Accidental Cuckold

Alice's eyes grew like dinner plates. She had expected him to be big, but his thickness surprised her. She gave an audible gasp to show her appreciation.

"Like it?" asked Lucas, with a knowing smirk.

"I fucking love it," she replied, and strutted towards him like a runway model. She wrapped her fingers around his fat dick, wanking him a little as they kissed.

Lucas lifted her up, and carried her back to the living room. He plopped her down on the couch and fondled her engorged tits, before taking her stiff nipples in his mouth. Her entire groin felt like it was glowing. Her wet lips had parted slightly, and there was a mild ache around her clitoris, signalling that she was as turned on as it was possible to be.

Lucas slid his hard length along her cunt, teasing her. Then he rubbed the head against her swollen clit until she was moaning uncontrollably. She could have cum then, but he stopped, and pulled her ass off the couch towards him. Alice kicked off her heels and swung her legs over his shoulders.

Lucas slipped into her slowly, taking extra care not to cause her discomfort with his size. Alice nodded her head, giving him permission to fill her. Her husband was small by comparison, but she owned dildos that had better prepared her for a man this size.

"fuck me hard, okay?" she said, submissively, as he begun to pump inside her. She didn't have to ask him twice. Her wet pussy gripped his glistening prick as he picked up pace. He was fucking her now, with piston-like strokes, connecting with her clit each time their bodies clapped together. Alice was in heaven.

She had fucked other men in the time she'd been married, but none like this. None so commanding; so sure of himself; so capable of delivering pleasure.

Lucas flipped her over on her knees. "yes!" Alice responded, "fuck me like that." He entered her again, grabbing her hips for purchase. He was pounding her pussy now and she was on fire for him.

"fuck you!" she cried, in feigned defiance at his sexual dominance. Her pelvis was radiating joy now, and it was spreading throughout her body. She would cum soon, and Lucas could feel her clenching cunt, grasping at his cock.

"you big fucking bully!" Alice exclaimed. She reached down and gave herself a little rub, and her body began to spasm. Lucas wrapped his strapping arms around her, cradling her, and groping at her tits, as she shuddered violently underneath him.

Alice reached her arms out, searching for something to grab onto, but found only air. Her body was acting on it's own. Possessed by all of those nerve-endings tickling her insides.

"you big bully." She repeated. Her breathless voice full of lust.

Lucas withdrew his cock and stood over her, watching her squirm on the floor below. He loved to make women cum. There was nothing so beautiful and satisfying, in his eyes, as the sight of a well fucked woman.

Alice turned her face towards him. Pleasure waves still coursing through her body. Lucas began stroking his big dick, as she looked on, admiring him like some all conquering king. He reached down and took her left hand in his, placed it beneath his cock and with a groan he splashed his seed all over her arm, her hand and her ring finger.

Alice's mouth fell open at the sight of her cum-soaked wedding ring, then she burst into laughter, and so did her new stud. With that one deliberate act of defilement she knew that he understood her. He understood that betrayal was part of it for her. She had called him a bully, and he knew what that meant. There had never been a man in her life who had matched her wicked sexual energy, but she had found that man now. She lay in his arms and they kissed, knowing that her marriage vows had been desecrated. She wanted more of this, much much more.

Steven munched on some fast-food, and flipped through the radio stations trying to find something that would quieten his thoughts. He had parked the car two streets away from the house, to avoid being seen. The sun had set and dusk was approaching. People were returning home after a hard weekend shift, and others were heading out to indulge in their various leisures. It wouldn't be long now, he imagined.

When Harry had told him he'd seen Alice go into Lucas' house, Steven felt like he'd been kicked in the gut. Out of pride, he'd tried to play it off and pretend he knew about the visit, but he could tell that his old pal wasn't buying it.

The day in question was the day he'd gone to the hospital. The thought of that made him feel ill. His jaw had been dislocated and they clicked it back into place. Alice had been unusually sympathetic towards him, he remembered. In fact, she'd been more agreeable in general that week.

Since that conversation with Harry, Steven could think of nothing else. He had decided to undertake a covert operation. It made him feel like a modern day Phillip Marlowe. He told Alice that he had to attend a work seminar on team-building. He'd be gone all day Saturday and wouldn't be home until Sunday afternoon. He had scanned her face for a reaction, but she gave nothing away. For this plan to work he'd need to know when Lucas arrived at the house. So he made a trip to his company's warehouse to pick up a small device that they held in stock. It was designed to detect a heat signature, if anyone passed by. Then it would send a ping to Steven's phone to let him know someone had crossed the threshold.

The device was simple, and small enough that he could secretly place it overhead, between the door-frame and the brickwork. Well out of sight of anyone who wasn't looking for it.

Steven sat in his car, waiting for an alert that he hoped would never come. He took a bite of his fast-food burger, and wiped his fingers on a napkin. All he could do now, was wait.

The doorbell rang at eight thirty. Alice shimmied down the stairs to answer it. She did one final check of her make-up in the hallway mirror, then opened the door.

Lucas was casually dressed, like the first time they met. It had only been a couple of weeks but Alice had forgotten all the little details of his face. Now she got to appreciate him all over again. His square jaw, light stubble and striking green eyes.

"Unbelievable," said Lucas, as he gave her the once over.

"Thanks," she replied. Her head tilted; affecting a slightly softer voice than usual.

She reached down and rubbed his crotch through his jeans. Then stood back, and unbuttoned her gold satin blouse. Letting it fall open over her bra-less breasts, just barely covering her nipples. She grabbed at the hem of her tight office skirt, tugging it up over her bare, shapely ass, allowing it to sit on her waist.

Lucas shook his head in appreciation. Alice smiled knowingly, then turned and slowly ascended the stairs. Lucas followed behind, drinking in the view.

The phone pinged, and Steven felt his throat tighten.

The thought of his wife in bed with another man was almost too much to bear. He had waited a half hour, before approaching the house. That would give them time to settle in, he thought.

He decided he would go in the back door and enter from the kitchen. That way, he wouldn't walk right in on them if they were having sex on the couch. He didn't want that. He slid his key into the lock as gently as he could manage, and turned the handle slowly. Then he entered the house and closed the door behind him.

In the kitchen, the door to the living room was shut, and there was no sound. He looked around for any signs of a rendezvous; wine bottles on the kitchen counter, or empty glasses, but there were none. He approached the door to the living room, and quietly turned the handle.

When he entered, It hit him like a ton of bricks. He stopped dead in his tracks, and his heart sank. It was a sound he'd never heard before. The sound Alice made when she was being fucked properly. It was coming from the upstairs bedroom. Steven felt sick, but he wanted to hear more, he needed to be closer to her voice.

He climbed the staircase nervously. Preoccupied by his wife's ululations, and driven by compulsion. He planted his foot on the loose floor-board at the top of the stairs. The floor squeaked, and Steven stopped dead still, like a deer in the middle of the road. He waited, expecting he'd blown his cover; expecting the door to open, but the sounds of sex continued to permeate the air.

He stepped off gently and continued on, until he found himself facing the door, behind which his wife was being fucked hard. He could hear everything now. His wife's cries of pleasure. Her lover's grunts and groans as he endeavoured to give her everything he had. The sound of the bed taking the strain, and a low humming noise, which he assumed was some kind of vibrator. He tried to visualize the scene. His mind conjured filthy images of Alice in various positions. A beaming smile on her face.

Then he heard his wife cry out, "I love your big cock!" and he almost sank to his knees in anguish. He looked down at his own dick, and suddenly realised that it was hard and pressed against his pants. The shame of that washed over him.

"I'm gonna cum," he heard Alice say, and then she let out a whimpering cry. Something inside Steven snapped, and impulse took over. He grabbed a vase from the hallway table, and charged into the room. He saw Lucas flat on the bed with Alice on top, riding him with conviction. Steven's eyes darted everywhere, overwhelmed by all the perverted sights. There were sex toys strewn over the bed, and a jar of coconut oil. Alice's body was covered in it, glistening. Her stockings were bunched around her ankles. Her face flushed.

She looked up at Steven, startled, as he sent the vase crashing against the wall. Alice slid off of Lucas who was unfazed. She sat on the bed, covered her mouth with her hand and began to giggle. Steven saw Lucas' cock for the first time, and he felt defeated.

"I FUCKING KNEW IT!" Steven screamed.

"Good," said Alice, through her giggles, "now fuck off."

Lucas let out a bellowing laugh. Steven searched for the right words but he couldn't find any. Instinct told him to get out of there, as his wife had instructed, but pride suddenly gripped him. He turned

"You need to go," he said to Lucas.

Alice interjected. "He's not going anywhere. We're not finished yet." Steven was, dumbfounded. He hadn't prepared for this. She was supposed to show contrition; Cover herself up, tell her lover to go. That was the natural response in this situation. But instead she reached a hand down and gripped Lucas' large cock, taunting her husband.

"Look at that big cock," she said. Then she gave it a kiss, and circled it with her tongue.

"This is Lucas," she continued, "but you've already met." She slid her leg over and straddled him again. Sinking herself down on his erection. She was facing the foot of the bed. Eye to eye with her husband, and with venom in her voice, she said, "you're worthless. Good for nothing, and everybody can see it. So just watch." Lucas grunted at the undeniable fiendishness of her words.

Steven tottered back, as if struck by a mortal blow. He rested against the mirrored wardrobes, and slumped down. Alice was riding her lover hard, just feet from his face. She had known this would be a special night, but she couldn't have known how special it would turn out to be. She had been contemplating telling her husband she was having an affair, just to see the pain in his eyes. But this was better. Now he could really suffer.

Alice leaned back against Lucas' body and threw her legs in the air to give her husband full view of all the best parts. Lucas reached around with his big hands, and ran them all over Alice's tits and torso. She lifted her favourite magic wand from the bed and placed it above her clit. She looked at Steven again and saw a mixture of sadness and lust in his eyes.

"This is how a real man fucks," she hissed, as Lucas thrust into her from below. Steven's gaze followed the hands that were groping at his wife's treasured areas. It hurt more than anything he'd ever felt, but he had a hard-on. He felt pitiful, conquered. Part of him wanted to erupt, and put an end to this, but a bigger part wanted to keep watching. To indulge in Alice's pleasure. A pleasure he was incapable of providing.

"make me cum again," she urged Lucas. "I want him to see me cum on you." Lucas cradled her in close, to give him better traction. With long controlled strokes he began picking up pace, and Alice sounded her satisfaction. She held the toy carefully in the perfect spot, determined to come to a climax.

Steven's hand hovered over his own erection, aching to set it free. To pleasure himself to the sight of this big stud sullying his princess, but he couldn't summon the courage, not yet. He watched in awe, at Lucas' prowess. He was made for this, thought Steven. Alice was right, he was a real man. I could never compete, he told himself.

Steven could feel his pride evaporating, all that was left now were impure thoughts. Gawking longingly at his lovely wife. Her undulating breasts slick with oil. The paws of another man, sliding all over her perfect flesh. His thick cock hammering her.

"I'm cumming!" exclaimed Alice. She let the magic wand fall on the bed and began writhing in the throes of orgasm. Lucas withdrew himself slowly, and a dribble of pussy juice ran between Alice's buttocks. She reached down and rubbed her clit gently, fixing her dreamy gaze on her pathetic excuse for a husband. They locked eyes for what must've been seconds but felt like an age. Alice's eyes filled with lust and determination. She wanted to say something hurtful, something that would pierce his soul, but her orgasm was irresistible.

Steven had never seen her come before. It was the most exquisite thing he'd ever witnessed. His cock was stiff and begging to be touched.

Alice's orgasm was subsiding. She rested her head on the bed, dishevelled and spent. Finally able to speak. "Tell me how much you love me," she said to Steven. His brain could barely compute. Whatever he expected when he entered the house, it was not this. Yet he couldn't tear himself away. The adrenaline was surging through him and his face blushed bright red.

"I love you so much," he replied. The indignity of it overcame him as he said it.

"I know you do," she said with a scornful laugh. Steven loved her laugh. It was above all else, his favourite thing about her. Her eyes lit-up when she laughed, and her face was so expressive. She was expressing something with it now. Victory, complete and total victory.

Alice stood up, on weak legs. She took Lucas' hand and led him to the front of the room, so that they were standing in front of her husband. Giving him a front-row seat. She knelt down in front of Lucas, and stuck her tongue out, urging him to finish there. Lucas jerked his cock until he unleashed splashes of cum against her chin, her mouth and her cheeks.

Alice lay her back against the bed, her stud's cum trickling down onto her tits and legs.

"That'll give you something to think about when you wank your little cock," she said. "you should go and do that for me, now."

Steven started to speak, but he had nothing to say that would mean anything. His mouth was as dry as an old sandal and there was a lump in his throat the size of a golf ball. He picked himself up off the floor and started to leave, when Alice tapped him on the hip with her foot, extending a stockinged leg. "take this with you," she said, wiggling her foot at him. Steven took Alice's foot in his hand. Hoping this wouldn't be the last time he would get to touch them. He peeled the stocking off of her leg, and carried it to the bathroom.

He removed his clothes and sat over the toilet in a crouched position, holding the bunched up stocking over his mouth and nose. Then with two fingers and a thumb he jerked his stiff little prick frantically. Within seconds he was ejaculating into the toilet water, and in a flash it was over. His ardour almost immediately turned to regret.

A sense of fear overcame him. Fear that it was over. Fear that, whatever Alice's future looked like, it wouldn't include him. Her cruel words were ringing in his ears, and he knew they were all true. He had been kidding himself that a woman like her could be satisfied by him. Every negative thought, that he ever tried to suppress, flooded into his mind like a bath-tub drain. He wasn't to know that Alice was already designing her future, and it did include him. She wanted to give him more of what she gave him tonight. A lot more. There was no turning back.