Introduction:
How it happened, and where it led.
I've decided to take some of the themes listed in the story menu, and to write around each particular perversion. This first concerns the "Cuckold." I hope that it amuses and excites those connoisseurs who like to read of that particular kink.
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I am not the original author.
Sophie, having led such a sheltered life, had little in mind except for the sexual aspects of marriage when, at the tender age of nineteen, she let herself be swept off her feet in a whirlwind romance, and gave her love to Barry, a man much older than herself.
From puberty however, Sophie had been constantly tormented with her sexual desire, and now that she was married, she was ready to satiate her lust, and to fuck like an animal.
What she soon found though, was not the hours of torrid sexual passion that she so desperately needed, but instead, she got a husband who only fucked for a few minutes, then rolled over satisfied with himself, and went to sleep.
Dismayed by this turn of events, Sophie would, night after night, take one of her shampoo or body lotion bottles and fuck herself until she was sometimes very sore, masturbating until she attained a satisfying orgasm.
Having always lived at home with her strict parents, Sophie had never been able to explore the many facets of the internet; now though, she had plenty of time to explore, and soon searched out various wonderful pornography and dating sites.
At first, she did this in private, but then determined that she should show her husband Barry, with the hope that it might inspire him to greater sexual performance.
Accordingly, one night while they were together, she opened one of these graphically lewd sites, then called her husband to see, pretending that she'd just stumbled upon it.
Barry's reaction was anything but what Sophie had hoped for; "my God," he'd exclaimed in shock, "how did you come upon such disgusting filth," and he took the mouse from his wife's hand, and quickly closed the page.
Let it not be thought that Barry, because of his lack of sexual prowess in the bedroom, didn't love his young wife; far from it, he loved her dearly, and was always most caring, tender and affectionate towards her. Sophie too, loved her husband, although, because of her unsatisfied sexual lust, she found herself constantly daydreaming of adulterous exploits with other well hung men.
This sorry state of affairs continued for some six or seven months after their wedding day, but then several events occurred that altered their whole relationship.
One night, Barry had as usual, fallen fast asleep after having fucked his wife. Sophie had lay there fondling her now quite sloppy wet pussy. Her husband always ejected a copious quantity of sperm, and Sophie smiled as she thought to herself. "At least he lubricates me nicely."
Soon the shampoo bottle came into play. Sophie now kept it always on her bedside table in readiness, and now she was slowly sliding it in and out, in and out of her squelching pussy as the fingers of her free hand caressed and rubbed around her clitoris and also slid into her pussy alongside the bottle that substituted for a cock or dildo.
As she did this she thought of the beautiful pictures that she'd seen on the net, of big beautiful, hard cocks that fucked girl's mouths and stretched their pussies. Soon she was getting excited and the bed began to rock rhythmically as Sophie sighed, and softly moaned as she slowly neared her orgasm.
"Mmmm, fuck me like a whore," she sighed softly as she thought of one particularly wonderful big cock that she'd seen on the internet.
Suddenly she was shocked and horrified. Her husband, having been woken from his slumber by the bed's then violent lurching as Sophie had gotten carried away with her passion, sat up in bed exclaiming. "My God Sophie, what are you saying, what are you doing ?"
Sophie froze with fright. "Sorry Barry, I must have been dreaming," she gasped, saying the first thing that came into her mind.
"What appalling language. What disgusting things to be dreaming." he carried on. Sophie screwed up her eyes and stopped her ears with her hands in the darkness, as her husband continued with his righteous indignation. Soon though, he yawned and was soon fast asleep again.
Now, two nights later, whether Barry purposely forced himself to stay awake after having found his wife masturbating, and thinking such obscene thoughts, we don't know. What we do know is that he did in fact lie there awake listening, perhaps pretending to be asleep, until Sophie took her shampoo bottle into the bed and began fucking herself hard as usual.
Suddenly Barry sat up and clicked the bedside light on."MY god Sophie, again you are masturbating." Barry exclaimed. Sophie had in fact pushed the covers aside, as not to restrict her pussy play and, with her knees up and her thighs spread,Sophie had the bottle inserted very deeply into her wet, slippery pussy hole. The light shone brightly onto her, revealing all to her husband.
Sophie, feeling extremely embarrassed and shameful, resorted to attack as a form of defense; "Well what do you expect." She said angrily. "You roll onto me, fuck me for five minutes then turn over and go to sleep. I need more fucking Barry, more than what you can give me, much more."
There was a brief exchange of nasty words before Sophie broke down into sobbing tears. Her husband, melting at her tearful distress, forgot everything and began comforting her so that soon everything settled down and nothing more was said.
Next morning at the breakfast table, Sophie felt so embarrassed, she stayed silent, her husband however, said nothing of the previous night's events either, and soon they both went their different ways to their separate places of employment.
The one thing that resulted from the event, was that for many nights, Barry had made no sexual advances whatsoever towards his wife, so that after a week had elapsed, Sophie was frustrated and desperate for some cock, or at least that brief fucking that they'd previously engaged in.
Sophie thought that her husband was doing this as some form of chastisement towards her, but the fact was that he was embarrassed at the revelation that he was simply not good enough in bed.
Sophie made every effort to get her husband to return to their former situation, even their brief fucking was better than none at all, right. But her advances all seemed to be shunned. Eventually, one night after having been spurned once more, Sophie in absolute frustration of unsatisfied lust, got out of bed, grabbing her shampoo bottle as she did so, and went to the computer in their living room, and logged on.
Opening up one of the pornography sites she began trawling through the lewd pictures while she sat, legs apart, fucking herself with her bottle. Her cunt was making squelching noises, as she masturbated with the bottle.
Barry woke up and thought that Sophie had gone to the bathroom to piss, or the kitchen to get a drink of water, but after a short while when she didn't return to bed, he got up and went to investigate.
On finding his wife, sat fucking herself with the bottle, and her pussy making sloshing noises, and seeing what she was looking at, he was seeing what she was doing to herself, he simply muttered the single word, "disgusting," and went back to bed, leaving his wife to carry on with what she was doing.
The next night, Barry fucked his young wife so vigorously and quite roughly. It was their first fuck for some ten or twelve days, and they both enjoyed it, Sophie in fact, was almost climaxing.
After that, their regular fucking routine resumed, but also after that, Sophie, quite brazenly, and almost every night, spent time on the various sex sites, while her husband sat nearby watching television or reading a book.
Nothing at all was said about this new pastime of Sophie's. It was true that Barry, was appalled at his wife's filthy interests, but in spite of this, their loving relationship didn't alter.
At first, when trawling the porno sites in her husband's presence, Sophie refrained from "chatting" with the various men who contacted her on those sex sites. As time went on though, she began to sometimes exchange brief messages, and later, she abandoned all consideration for her husband's sensibilities, and carried on sordid written exchanges with anyone who contacted her.
This sort of thing having just begun, and seeing his wife rattling away at the keyboard, Barry asked his wife "What she was so busy typing at".
"Oh just replying to a couple of men who are messaging me darling," she had replied in an off hand and unconcerned manner.
"Humph," her husband had grunted in contempt, "I can just imagine the sort of filth that they'd be saying to you too."
Sophie had simply laughed gaily in reply, and said, "yes Barry they certainly are."
Eventually Sophie's typing stopped, and she got up from the computer, telling her husband that she was going for a shower.
After his wife had been gone a few minutes, Barry quietly got up and went to the door and listened, to his young wife moaning intently. "Yes, yes !!". Was all he could hear, she was pleasuring herself with the water running. Barry knew that his wife wouldn't be back for some time. He then went to the computer, which his wife had left with her messaging box still open.
Scrolling up the screen to the commencement of the messages there, he began to read the absolute filth that the two men had been telling his wife. How they'd both like to fuck her together, and how they'd have her suck both their cocks together, and tongue their asshole's, no detail was omitted from their explicit descriptions of what they each wanted to do to Sophie's young lithe body, and more shocking for Barry, was his wife's disgusting and encouraging responses to all those messages.
Some time later, after she was satisfied in the shower Sophie returned, and immediately noticed that the position of the computer page had altered slightly. She smiled at the realization that her husband had been reading her dirty talk, and that he now knew exactly what she'd been up to with these men.
"Did you like reading my computer chat Barry?," she asked in a soft, sexy voice as she sat down close to him and slid her tongue into his ear as her hand slid up the inside of his thigh.
"I wish you wouldn't do that sort of thing Sophie, especially talking to those sorts of men," her husband complained.
Sophie just laughed, going back to the computer, she looked to see if she had any further sexy messages from other men.
There was never any specific event that developed this queer relationship in their marriage, it just gradually developed. Barry was too scared of losing his wife's affections, and too weak to make a stand against it, not even put a stop to her on line sexual activities which he found so disgusting and so demeaning to himself.
Soon, on the odd occasions when he openly complained to his wife about what she was doing, Sophie would tease him, telling him about how huge the cocks were that her men friends had, and of how they all wanted to fuck her hard, in her ass and pussy so that she could know what a real man was like in bed. Barry felt so belittled and such a weakling when his wife talked to him like this, and so, he soon stopped mentioning anything about what his wife was doing online.
Time passed, and Sophie and Barry's first wedding anniversary was fast approaching. Barry had it in mind to take his wife out for a nice romantic dinner to mark the event. A few days before the date though, Sophie announced to him that she'd been invited to a party, and that it was on the very day of their anniversary.
"But it's our first anniversary," Barry complained in dismay.
Sophie just laughed and said, in an offhand manner. "That they could go out another day". She then, in answer to her husbands questions, told him "That also the party was with a number of people from the internet sex site that she had visited regularly."
Barry was horrified but didn't complain for fear of being subjected to aspersions regarding his lack of sexual manhood. He anguished over the thought of his wife going to see such people, and then, on the evening of their anniversary, when he saw his wife dressing in her sexiest and skimpiest clothing, including stockings, high heels and her most sexy underwear, he was thrown into total despondency and mental anguish.
Soon Sophie was leaving, and went off in a state of gaiety and excitement, kissing her husband as she went out, and telling him, "don't worry darling, I still love you," but then couldn't help but add, "even though you're not a good fuck in bed," and then she went off giggling.
Barry spent the long hours that his wife was away, in mental torment, and anguish. At midnight he began expecting her to come home, but the time slowly crept on and on and on. One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock.
It was almost three thirty when he finally heard a cab pull up at the front of the house. His wife was coming home. She looked radiantly happy when she entered the house. "Still up?" she giggled tipsily as she gave him a brief kiss. "I would of thought you had gone to bed hours ago."
Barry was despondent to see his wife so happy and carefree. "Did you have a good time?" he asked, already knowing what the answer would be.
"Oh yes Barry, a wonderful, wonderful time," Sophie replied as she sank onto the sofa and smiled at the remembrance of all that had taken place.
"Were there many there?" Barry asked, his mind racked with jealousy and despair.
Sophie giggled happily, "No," she tittered, "It was all a trick, There were only four others."
"Two couples?" her husband suggested questioningly, unsure whether it was a good or a bad thing that there had been so few people.
"Oh no," Sophie smiled as she stretched out luxuriously on the sofa, "Just four men."
Barry's jaw dropped open and he stared at his wife in dismay. "Four men," he repeated, his mind tormented with wretched jealousy. "What were you doing the whole time?" he managed to stammer out.
Sophie giggled in her oh so happy, and so tipsy state, "Don't be silly sweetheart," she answered, reaching up and pulling her husband closer to plant a kiss on his cheek, "What do you think happened?"
Barry groaned as if in pain. "And on our wedding anniversary of all nights," he moaned.
"That was the idea darling". She giggled.
Sophie's adulterous affairs really took off after that. She went out frequently to be fucked by one or more of those four men. Sometimes they would even phone her, and she would have conversations with them within her husband's hearing.
"Hello darling," he would hear his wife saying when she heard who it was on the phone.
"Oooh, yes," and lots of giggling from his wife would have him seething with jealousy at what he imagined they were talking about.
Once he heard her saying, "Oh yes, he's here listening," and then "Oh he isn't very happy about it, but he's not good in bedroom department ..... not like you though darling." Followed by lots of giggling laughter between his wife, and whoever it was she was talking too.
On one horribly humiliating occasion for Barry. He was out with his wife shopping at the mall when they unexpectedly met up with one of her lovers. "Hello baby," the guy had happily greeted Sophie, and had kissed her full on the lips right there before him.
"This is Barry, my husband," Sophie had said by way of introduction.
"Hi." The man had said, briefly turning his attention towards Barry and shaking his hand.
The guy had then totally ignored him and turned his attention back totally towards Sophie. "How about you coming around tonight?" He'd asked Sophie who had nodding her head enthusiastically she readily agreed.
"I'll line up Charlie and Fred as well for you," the guy had said. "Ooooh Yes please". She gasped. Then as Sophie was showing such enthusiasm at this suggestion, nodding in her agreement, the guy laughingly told her. "You love it three ways don't you? you sexy little slut."
Sophie and the guy had again kissed deeply with their tongues entwining, and subtle touching of each other, and caressing, professing love for each other, his hand went under her dress fondling her wet panties. She grabbed his wrist, making sure he fingered her cunt, past her panties, Sofie's legs weakened as his fingers entered her cunt hole well up inside. "Ohhhh your making me cream already." She whimpered. Right there in front of her husband Barry.
Waving her goodbyes to her lover, Sophie and her husband had continued on their way shopping, with Barry feeling totally belittled and humiliated by what had occurred in front of him by his beloved Sophie. "Did you see him caressing my panties, and my nipples Barry?" He really has a massive cock, he fucks me soooo good". "He also had his fingers up inside me". She giggled.
It was shortly after this day, that Sophie informed her husband "That one of her friends, Charlie, was having his apartment redecorated", and that she'd told him that she wanted him to stay at our apartment for some days until it was finished.
When Charlie eventually arrived, and after being introduced to Barry, Charlie made himself at home.
Sophie was very attentive to her friend, totally ignoring her husband, and looking after his every need and comfort. After dinner they were all watched a movie when Sophie suddenly announced to Barry, "That she and Charlie were going to take a shower together".
Barry could hear the noises of Charlie fucking his lovely wife, slapping of flesh on flesh as he pinned her against the shower wall, pistoning her hard from behind. He could hear Sofie loudly moaning.
Barry felt embarrassed at this humiliation among the many other humiliations. Worse was still to come though. Sophie, returning from having her shower with Charlie, was now dressed in a sexy see through baby-doll nightie, with no panties on either, that baby doll nightie showed off her incredibly sexy body, and pussy lips. Sophie turned towards Barry, said to him. "You'll have to make the best you can on the sofa tonight, Charlie and I are going to be having the bedroom tonight."
Charlie was standing there at Sophie's side, and he was grinning broadly at her husband. Barry cringed under this new disparagement, but simply nodded his head in agreement.
Soon, laying stretched out on the sofa, with a pillow under his head, Barry first heard lots of laughter and tittering from the bedroom, before it subsided into lots of soft moaning groans of delight, from Sophie along with lots of animal grunting, and much subdued talk which he strained to hear but couldn't quite catch.
"Oh God," Barry groaned to himself in an impotent rage of jealousy. "How did my marriage ever come to this twisted state of affairs." But he just lay there and did nothing, but listen. His cock was as hard than it had ever been. He knew he was weak. He knew that he was being laughed and sneered at, but he could do nothing in his pathetic impotence.
In the bedroom, Sophie and Charlie were now fucking lustfully. "It turns me on fucking you with your husband just out there listening," Charlie told Sophie.
"Would you like to fuck me in front of him?" Sophie had panted, eager to please her adulterous friend in any way that she could.
"Fuck, that would be fantastic." Charlie replied.
Sophie, who had been sitting on top astride Charlie's massive cock, climbed off him, and went into the living room where her husband was still awake and listening to the sounds of his wife's lovemaking with the usurper of his marriage rights.
"Darling," Sophie said sexily, " would you like to come into the bed with us, you can't be comfortable here?"
"I'm all right here." Barry had muttered in reply.
Sophie tried to insist, but her husband was stubborn. She decided to just tell him the truth. "Charlie wants to fuck me in front of you!!" she told her husband bluntly.
"God, don't you think this isn't bad enough for me already." Barry complained sullenly.
"I don't care what you feel." Sophie told him. "If Charlie wants that, then he'll have it," and she tried to pull her suffering husband from the sofa.
Barry was adamant that he wouldn't move. "I'm not doing that for his perverted tastes," he complained.
"Do it for me then!" Sophie said, "I want to be fucked by him, but with you watching me."
Barry was shocked. He would do anything to keep his wife, and a moment later he was closely following Sophie back to the bedroom.
Charlie had turned all of the lights on so that they were totally illuminated. "Let me fuck your mouth in front of him baby," he told Sophie, treating the husband like some worthless worm.
Barry stood their like a dumb animal, watching Charlie fuck Sophie's mouth so vigorously that she gasped and choked, gagging slightly on his huge mushroom cockhead. "See how I'm fucking your wife's mouth as if she was a filthy whore." Charlie sneered at Barry. Then he said to Sophie. "Come on slut, now let him see how your cunt should really be fucked." He said this in such a rough, crude way that Sophie was thrilled, and she too sneered at Barry, and giggled, and made comments about her being fucked properly by a real man.
Charlie fucked Sophie hard and lustfully, tremendously excited about doing this in front of her husband.
After some minutes of fucking, Charlie turned again towards where Barry was still standing, masturbating and watching. "Hey Barry, did you know that your wife is a whore, she likes it up her ass?" He asked but of course he got no response fro Barry. "Get on all fours slut," he ordered Sophie.
Sophie needed no prompting. "Let me hear you telling your husband how you want me to fuck your asshole," Charlie sneered.
Sophie giggled and turned her face to her husband. "Darling," she began in a soft, sexy, and sensuous voice. "Ooooooo Barry darling, I love having Charlie fuck me up my backside." She then looked lustfully at Charlie and they laughed together as Charlie made good his intention, and slowly slid his huge, solid cock right up into Sophie's anal tunnel.
"Oh my God, what filth, and to think that you was once so pure and sweet," Barry moaned in his misery.
After this expansion of her games of infidelity, Sophie and her men friends took things even further, with the four men coming regularly to Barry's house and gang-banging Sophie whenever they wanted her in the most debauched and filthy ways imaginable. Strangely though, Barry, over the following months, came to be proud of the way his slut wife, was the center of attention, and so popular with these other well hung men. Gradually he came to feel great satisfaction at seeing her so much in demand and enjoying herself so very much.
This odd relationship flourished and Barry and Sophie came to love each other more deeply than when they had married.
Over the years, Sophie's sex partners came and went, but her marriage outlasted those of many of her more "normal" friends.
Comments requested and welcomed.
