Clare's Cuckold - Chapter 5

I woke up with Clare’s leg draped over mine as normal. But the sticky feeling was not normal. I thought Clare was just wet, and I wondered what she was dreaming about. Lifting the sheet, I saw I had splatter movie thighs. She woke up a second later and groaned. ‘I think I’ve come on,’ she said.

            ‘I think you might be right,’ I replied, showing her the crime scene beneath the duvet.

            ‘I was supposed to be seeing Nick today. That’s out the window.’ I hadn’t thought of that, but it was an unexpected bonus. I had her all to myself for the day. We could go into town, do some shopping, maybe catch a movie, and have a pizza. She went to phone him and break the bad news. Coming back a minute later, she said, ‘He still wants to meet up.’

            ‘Why?’ I demanded.

            She shrugged. ‘I don’t know. Maybe he likes me or something.’

            This worried me. Another guy fucking my girlfriend was hard to get my head round. It was deeply hurtful but, at the same time, incredibly arousing. It was reassuring to remind myself it was purely physical. To Clare, Nick was simply a sex toy that happened to have a person attached to it. If they started hanging out as friends, it was a different matter. If you’re having great sex with someone you like, it feels a lot like falling in love.

            Still, there was nothing I could do. He came to pick her up after lunch and I spent the afternoon in a muted version of the cuckold’s fretful haze. I knew Nick wasn’t a psychopath, so I had no fear for her safety. I also knew they couldn’t have sex, so there wasn’t the same erotic charge in wondering about what they were up to.

            It was just after five when I heard the car pulling up and saw Clare getting out. She’d only been gone three hours, so I didn’t see how they could become best friends in that time. When she came in, I still looked at her enquiringly. She sat on the couch, put a hand to her chest, and said, ‘I definitely need a bath tonight. My tits are filthy.’

            I didn’t think this meant she’d been playing topless rugby, so I sat beside her and said, ‘Tell me everything.’

            She should have known what I was like by then, but she still gave me a look like she found my curiosity a bit strange. ‘Well, when I got there, he was all over me as usual – kissing me and putting his hands under my clothes. I reminded him about the whole time of the month thing, but he said we could still have a good time. We went to his bedroom. He got naked. I stripped down to just my pants. We kissed some more and he played with my tits. I reached down to feel his cock. He was so big and hard that I was cursing the menstrual gods. It would have felt so good to have it inside me. I started pulling it.’

            ‘Did you suck it?’

            ‘Oh yes. It tasted good. But I didn’t do it for long. I went back to wanking him. He took ages to finish. Normally, that’s a good thing, but I was getting a sore arm. I thought maybe it would work if he fucked my tits, so I spat in my cleavage and told him to spit in it to. I rubbed my tits together to make a nice moist place for him. He knelt up with his knees either side of me and put his cock between them. I pushed them together and he started thrusting. He looked in ecstasy all the time he was doing it but still didn’t cum. So he lay beside me again.’

            ‘I thought you said your tits were filthy.’

            ‘I’m coming to that, babe. I started wanking him again. I told him how much I wanted him. As soon as I could, I was going to get his big, hard cock up my warm, wet …. And, well, that did the job. He came in my hand.’ She bit her lip and gave me her wicked look. ‘I wiped his cum all over my tits.’

            ‘Did you shower afterwards?’

            ‘Nope,’ she said, shaking her head. I pushed her top and her bra up so I could see her tits. There weren’t many traces but I could see a small patch of something dried on her right boob. She didn’t have to say anything. I put my mouth to it and licked it off her. She spoke into my ear, ‘Look at you, my pervy cuck boyfriend – licking another man’s spunk off your woman’s tits. I’m going to be feeding it to you from a different place … very, very soon.’