Clare's Cuckold - Chapter 1

Friday evening. Clare said she’d be home by six. When it got to eight, I tried phoning her but she didn’t pick up. I wasn’t too concerned. She was with Leanne and time often got away from them after the second bottle of wine. I had something to eat. By ten, I was definitely worried. This wasn’t like her. I phoned. I left messages. Still no response by midnight, so I went to bed. I was woken on Saturday morning by her key in the lock. I pretended to be asleep. She took her clothes off. Crawling under the covers next to me, she said, ‘Rob, I wasn’t at Leanne’s last night. I was with Nick.’

I rolled over. ‘Nick from work?’ She nodded. Nick was her friend, so there was nothing too unusual about her spending time with him. But I had to ask, ‘Did anything happen?’

She looked away and muttered, ‘I sort of got off with him.’

‘You mean you kissed him?’ She nodded. ‘English or French?’

‘English … but with a French accent. He tickled me, which made me laugh.’

‘Was that all?’ I asked.

‘Not exactly.’

‘You had sex?’

She nodded. ‘Three times.’

We’d fantasised about this sort of thing so many times that I was pre-programmed to get aroused. But her face wasn’t the usual mask of excitement and mischievous glee. There was a little pride, but more guilt, and even a little fear. Did she think I was angry with her? In truth, I was. Yes, we’d talked a lot about her with other men, but we’d never discussed making it real. I was also hurt. She could have been with me and she’d chosen someone else. But these feelings were drowned out by an excited, breathless desire to know every detail of what she’d been up to.

‘So, how was it?’ I asked.

‘Do you really want to know?’

‘Yes, I do.’

‘Well, it was … okay.’ This was a sign that fantasy and reality were going to be two different things. In her fantasies, the sex had always been mind-blowing, earth-shattering, epoch-making, never just okay. ‘His hands were all over me. I felt his bulge. It was rock hard. We went into his bedroom and stripped off. He’s in pretty good shape. He goes to the gym several times a week, but also likes a few pints.’

‘And how big was he?’

‘A bit shorter than you, but also a bit thicker.’ This was also different from our fantasies, in which every man was a ripped Adonis with a ten inch cock. ‘We got into bed. He kissed my neck, but it didn’t tingle much. We had sex.’

‘Did you cum?’

‘No, but it was still nice.’ All her fantasy men fucked her for hours and made her cum at least twice. ‘We had a drink and talked for a bit. Then we had sex again. He fell asleep for a while. He woke up at about two o’clock and we did it for the third time. I couldn’t sleep. I was thinking about you.’

That was good to hear. ‘You should have phoned or texted. I was worried.’

‘Sorry. It’s not the sort of thing you can put into a text. And, Rob, he asked if I’m free tomorrow.’

‘I guess he doesn’t want to go bowling.’

‘No. If I see him again, it’ll only be for one thing. So what do you think, babe? Should I let him fuck me again?’