Coquette and her cuckold (Part 4)

The bathroom became a sauna as the steam rose from the hot tub, making my vision as cloudy and indistinct as my thoughts.
Julie sank lower in the water, like a crocodile slinking back into the river after consuming its prey.

The water wrapped itself around her breasts, the surface taking the shape of her stiffly protruding nipples and dark areola.
I stood at the door, gazing at her naked body and going over in my mind, all that I had seen her experience in the last few hours.

My thoughts were awash with fleeting images of the night’s passion and my wife’s erotic experimentations.
As my eyes breathed in her lithe femininity, my memory played with visions of her plunging fingers inside herself, of her standing in the pool, legs splayed, as she had welcomed a stranger’s cock inside her.
I saw the look of pain on her face, that had so quickly turned to ecstasy when her lover had penetrated her.

I was only wearing a towel round my waist now and my hardening penis had pushed it aside. I was feeling the effects of hours of arousal without release. I held my cock in my hand, languidly sliding up and down its length.
I took in the gently curving outline of my wife’s thighs that had been around her lover’s back only minutes earlier and recalled how his hips had forced them apart.
I watched her fingers tug at her hardening nipples the way his had done, as she drifted her other hand down her stomach to linger at her shaved mound.

With an effort, I let go of my penis and leaned over the bath to turn off the water. There was no way Julie was going to interrupt herself now, I thought.
As I was above her, I caught sight of smears of creamy fluid blending with the bathwater as it eased from between the cunt lips that she held apart.

Julie saw it too and scooped up a trail of it in her cupped hand. Leaning her head back against the bath, she opened her mouth as she let the mixture of water and Dave’s cum slide down onto her outstretched tongue.
Once again, I had my cock in my hand as I watched my wife savour her lover’s juice, the muscles in her throat contracting as she swallowed.

It may have been the movement of my hand as it slid along my full stiffness that drew Julie’s attention, I don’t know, but she looked at me then for the first time since we’d got back to the room.

“Tonight has been something very special, …” I think I just nodded,
“for both of us it seems.” as her gaze dropped to my unusually erect penis.

Julie was slowly sliding curved fingers between her pussy lips as she continued, “ I never knew how fantastically erotic it could be. Never knew how hot and aroused I could get about fucking someone.”

She seemed reticent then, as if this was leading somewhere uncomfortable for her.
“You’ve seen how he excites me, haven’t you, how hard he makes me cum … over and over? You know how much I want him, don’t you? How much I need him to fuck me?”

Yes, it was difficult for her but she was going to say it anyway.
“ I just can’t stop at tonight. I’ve got to have him inside me again, fucking me with that beautiful cock of his, I’ve got to.”

I suppose that my continued pulling at my cock and the pre-cum smearing itself over the shiny head encouraged her to go on.

“I’ve never experienced anything like it, anywhere he touched me just tingled. I thought I was going to cum every time his tongue or his cock brushed against me.” Julie had her eyes closed now as she relived the evening.
“I’ve never felt such a need to be fucked by one man before, just the thought of his cock makes my nipples and clit stiffen up.”


I didn’t say a word. I just continued to look at her as I gripped harder on my penis.

“There’s no way I can stop at tonight, I’m going to continue fucking him for as long as I possibly can.