Clare's Cuckold - Chapter 3

Being a cuckold is good training for a legal career. Clare had made the mistake of saying I could ask her anything about her encounters with other men. Every time she came back from seeing Nick, I put her through a forensic cross-examination, rigorously dissecting her words in pursuit of the truth. Here’s a transcript of one interrogation she faced the second she walked in.

ME:     Where did you meet him?

HER:   In town.

ME:     Where in town?

HER:   Outside Sainsbury’s.

ME:     Did you kiss him?

HER:   Yes.

ME:     Passionately?

HER:   Not really.

ME:     Define ‘not really.’

HER:   No tongues, but more than saying good night to my auntie.

ME:     Where did you go?

HER:   Into Sainsbury’s. He wanted to pick up a couple of things.

ME:     Did you hold his hand?

There was something masochistic about my yearning for details. In this case, I wanted to know if there was potential for public humiliation. If any of our friends saw her, they’d be asking, ‘I saw Clare hand in hand with another man – have you guys split up?’ And I’d have to tell them, ‘No, we haven’t – she’s just cuckolding me.’

ME:     What happened next?

HER:   We went back to his place.

ME:     Did anything happen in the car?

HER:   (SIGHING) I didn’t blow him on the dual carriageway, if that’s what you mean.

The signals she was getting fed up were always there, but I never stopped. I needed to know everything that had happened. On this occasion, there was a hint of a proud smile as she told me,

HER:   When we got to his place, we didn’t make it past the hall. As soon as he closed the front door, he pushed me up against it. This time, the kisses were full-on, tongues locked together. His hands were all over me, up my sweater, undoing my jeans. And you know what I was wearing underneath.

ME:     Nothing.

HER:   Nothing at all. When he discovered that, he called me a dirty slut and pulled me onto the floor. My jeans were round my ankles and he was inside me.

ME:     How was it?

HER:   (BITING HER LIP) I loved it. It was good to be fucked hard and urgently by someone who couldn’t resist me.

ME:     Did you cum?

HER:   Not that time. Don’t worry, I did later.

ME:     What about him?

HER:   When I felt him pulling out, I lifted up my shirt so he could cum on my belly.

ME:     Have you washed since then?

She shook her head. I pulled up her shirt, hoping to see some physical evidence of her infidelity. There was nothing there. I wanted to know what else had happened – specifically how he’d made her cum. But she’d had enough of the third degree. She pulled down my trousers and started tugging on my cock.

HER:   I’m your unfaithful girlfriend. Smell the other man’s semen on the body you love so much. You’re going to add yours to it. How much of a slut will I be then? With two men’s cum on me.

I lasted less than ten seconds. She wiped her hands and straightened herself up.

HER:   What do you want to do this evening? Curry and a movie?