Being Cuckolded #43 A helping hand Pt. 1
Sorry for the break in these blogs, life has a funny way of being awkward at times. For reasons beyond the scope of this blog, my wife had to take a hiatus on cucking me and so there wasn't much to blog about for a couple of months. We're back at it now though, so hopefully normal service has resumed...
Sunday morning, my wife and I removing stuff from the boot of the car, so we can fit as much in as possible. We're off to visit my parents today, I offered to clear the garage of all the old junk, so my dad can fill it with completely new junk.
Bull hasn't seen us for a while now, we keep in touch with text and email but we've been putting him off while we sort some things out. Six weeks is apparently his limit, because all of a sudden pulling up on the drive is the one and only. Quite a feat of timing really, considering we were due to leave in the next half hour.
"Hi, didn't know we made plans for today?"
"Yeah I was in the area, thought I'd stop by, is your wife awake?"
See based on where he lives and the time of day I know that's totally a lie.
My wife came back out and greeted him, they kissed on the driveway....I briefly cringed at the display of public affection. Hopefully the neighbors weren't looking out the window. They started chatting and I pretended to stay busy in the background clearing the car...which was pretty much empty already.
He was clearly amorous, he kept flirting with her and she wasn't putting him off. I decided to cut through it.
"We should get going babe, maybe we can arrange something when we get back eh?"
"Where you off to then?"
It was a terse, annoyed question. Clearly frustrated at his lack of access to my wife.
I explained we were off to my parents, helping them clear out the garage.
"I can help."
"er.. no it's fine thanks" wow...what a bad idea that would be.
"You don't really expect your wife to help you do all that heavy lifting do you boy?"
There it was....I prickled at being called boy out in the open, were people might hear.
"I can manage."
My wife tilted her head thoughtfully. "Might help to have another pair of strong hands."
"No its fine, I can manage." ...it's were he uses those hands I was mainly concerned about.
"I'll go get the overnight bag." Trying to end the conversation and put my foot down.
"Ok" my wife chirped cheerfully as she continued chatting to bull. I noticed his hand was stroking her hip as I walked away.
When I came back out my wife was alone but bulls car was still there. I walked up to her and was about to ask where he went when I noticed he was sat in the back of our car. I locked eyes with her and shook my head firmly, my wife looked at me with a silent shrug as if to say "you make him leave".
I think she was as wet and horny as he was hard for her, she had the "not guilty" look on her face, but she wasn't exactly saying no either. A few more face gestures between the two of us, an entire conversation in silence while bull sat in the back of our car, oblivious.
I opened up the adjacent rear door, steeling myself with determination. He wasn't coming.
"It's fine really, I'll manage." I said through gritted teeth to him.
"Ok sure boy, I'll keep your wife company while you manage. We better get going, you've got a busy day ahead."
I stood there for a few moments, trying to think of something else to say. I was blank, the sound of our neighbor firing up her petrol lawn mower broke the moment.
"Come and sit in the back with me honey." Bull patted the seat next to him. "We have a lot of catching up to do."
My wife squeezed past me, quickly kissing my blank but frustrated rage face as she climbed in.
Fine.....FINE. I stamped around the car to the drivers side. Becoming aware my neighbor was waving over at me, nosy gossiping cow she was. She'd already made comment of how often bull visits, I forced a smile and waved back.
This was such a bad idea. I started the car in muted silence and pulled out of the drive.
Sunday morning, my wife and I removing stuff from the boot of the car, so we can fit as much in as possible. We're off to visit my parents today, I offered to clear the garage of all the old junk, so my dad can fill it with completely new junk.
Bull hasn't seen us for a while now, we keep in touch with text and email but we've been putting him off while we sort some things out. Six weeks is apparently his limit, because all of a sudden pulling up on the drive is the one and only. Quite a feat of timing really, considering we were due to leave in the next half hour.
"Hi, didn't know we made plans for today?"
"Yeah I was in the area, thought I'd stop by, is your wife awake?"
See based on where he lives and the time of day I know that's totally a lie.
My wife came back out and greeted him, they kissed on the driveway....I briefly cringed at the display of public affection. Hopefully the neighbors weren't looking out the window. They started chatting and I pretended to stay busy in the background clearing the car...which was pretty much empty already.
He was clearly amorous, he kept flirting with her and she wasn't putting him off. I decided to cut through it.
"We should get going babe, maybe we can arrange something when we get back eh?"
"Where you off to then?"
It was a terse, annoyed question. Clearly frustrated at his lack of access to my wife.
I explained we were off to my parents, helping them clear out the garage.
"I can help."
"er.. no it's fine thanks" wow...what a bad idea that would be.
"You don't really expect your wife to help you do all that heavy lifting do you boy?"
There it was....I prickled at being called boy out in the open, were people might hear.
"I can manage."
My wife tilted her head thoughtfully. "Might help to have another pair of strong hands."
"No its fine, I can manage." ...it's were he uses those hands I was mainly concerned about.
"I'll go get the overnight bag." Trying to end the conversation and put my foot down.
"Ok" my wife chirped cheerfully as she continued chatting to bull. I noticed his hand was stroking her hip as I walked away.
When I came back out my wife was alone but bulls car was still there. I walked up to her and was about to ask where he went when I noticed he was sat in the back of our car. I locked eyes with her and shook my head firmly, my wife looked at me with a silent shrug as if to say "you make him leave".
I think she was as wet and horny as he was hard for her, she had the "not guilty" look on her face, but she wasn't exactly saying no either. A few more face gestures between the two of us, an entire conversation in silence while bull sat in the back of our car, oblivious.
I opened up the adjacent rear door, steeling myself with determination. He wasn't coming.
"It's fine really, I'll manage." I said through gritted teeth to him.
"Ok sure boy, I'll keep your wife company while you manage. We better get going, you've got a busy day ahead."
I stood there for a few moments, trying to think of something else to say. I was blank, the sound of our neighbor firing up her petrol lawn mower broke the moment.
"Come and sit in the back with me honey." Bull patted the seat next to him. "We have a lot of catching up to do."
My wife squeezed past me, quickly kissing my blank but frustrated rage face as she climbed in.
Fine.....FINE. I stamped around the car to the drivers side. Becoming aware my neighbor was waving over at me, nosy gossiping cow she was. She'd already made comment of how often bull visits, I forced a smile and waved back.
This was such a bad idea. I started the car in muted silence and pulled out of the drive.
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