Being Cuckolded #44 A helping hand Pt. 2
Introductions were awkward, the whole journey to my parents house felt like some impending doom getting closer. It took about five minutes after we had left the house, before bull had managed to take my wife's knickers off and throw them at me in the front of the car.
They were pink cotton and had a damp gusset, not the sort of underwear my wife would choose to meet a man wearing. This wasn't planned, he wasn't supposed to be in the car....or meeting my parents. His fat fingers had been working inside my wife for the whole trip, he wasn't trying to make her cum though...just teasing her.
"Hi mum/dad this is the man who satisfies my wife for me." No....no that wasn't what I said.
"Hi mum/dad this guy bangs the shit outta my wife since I'm too little and floppy to do the job." Nope...didn't say that either.
"Hi mum/dad this is Bull, a friend from work, he's gonna give me a hand moving stuff." Ok I didn't call him Bull, but for continuity, just replace Bull with his real name. He shook the hands of my parents with the same hand he fingered my wife with....thankfully he dried it first.
We all stood in the kitchen drinking tea or coffee and making small talk....one big happy family, it was so weird. At least Bull behaved himself, he only winked at me once and I'm almost certain nobody else noticed the brief stroke of my wife's backside as we got up to start work.
I'd planned for this, now that I had "help" my dad could go and leave us to it, I made sure he did. We were alone again, it had only been about fifteen minutes since we arrived but it felt so wrong around my parents. There was so much crap in my parents garage, I dunno...maybe you need to have a garage before you find stuff to fill it.
In the UK we rarely use garages for cars, space is pretty valuable over here and garages can be an extra room for a guest, or in my parents case, the place they put unwanted things. The only people who park their car in the garage are either washing and waxing it every Sunday or because they're so rich they need somewhere to park the spare cars.
Bulls hands were like some kind of ass magnet, every time my wife went to pick something up he was there. I'd given up protesting, nobody was paying attention anyway. Bull was too horny to reason with and my wife was enjoying the attention she had been missing for the past six weeks.
Bull came with me to the refuse tip each time, my wife stayed with my parents. The conversations in the car were disturbing in a whole different way.
"You never told me your mum was hot."
"uh, never really considered it."
"She keeps herself well for an old girl."
"uhuh..."
Wow this is what were talking about?
"great ass on her."
"Hey man, that's my mother, leave it ok."
"I noticed how she walks, the frustration in her hips, I could fix that for her you know."
I said nothing, this wasn't a conversation I wanted to have a thought on. We unloaded the car in complete silence, Bull merrily whistling away as we chucked all the crap into the various skips. The drive home wasn't much better.
"Think it over, I'd be happy to help."
"I'd rather you didn't." Oh god...now the thought was in my head., get out!
"We'll see."
"....."
"God I'm horny."
"....."
"Been too long without your wife boy."
"...sorry."
Wait, did I just apologize for him not having access to my wife? yes...yes I did. I quickly switched the radio on, drowning out any further attempt at conversation. It was a relief to get back to my parents garage and begin loading the car again.
After a while bull told me he needed the bathroom and to carry on without him, I thought nothing of it until about half an hour later, when I was still alone and the car was full again. I was thirsty and curious where everybody was so I wandered back into the house.
Mum was in the kitchen preparing dinner, oh god...that thought again. Dad was sat in the lounge playing with his motorized satellite dish and...where the hell was bull? and where was.....oh no!. I quietly ran upstairs to check, all the bedrooms were empty. Walking slowly toward the closed bathroom door, I became aware of a muffled moaning coming from within.
The rhythmic thump, thump, thump noise coming from behind the door left me in no doubt what they were doing. I knocked on the bathroom door red faced, no answer, I knocked again. There was a brief rattle as the lock was lifted and the door swung open. Sat on the sink counter was my naked wife, legs wrapped around bull, her dress crumpled on the floor, his pants around his ankles, balls deep inside her.
"What the fuck do you want?" Bull barked angrily.
"My fucking parents are downstairs!"
"Get lost boy, I'm busy." He slammed the bathroom door in my face and the thumping resumed.
They were pink cotton and had a damp gusset, not the sort of underwear my wife would choose to meet a man wearing. This wasn't planned, he wasn't supposed to be in the car....or meeting my parents. His fat fingers had been working inside my wife for the whole trip, he wasn't trying to make her cum though...just teasing her.
"Hi mum/dad this is the man who satisfies my wife for me." No....no that wasn't what I said.
"Hi mum/dad this guy bangs the shit outta my wife since I'm too little and floppy to do the job." Nope...didn't say that either.
"Hi mum/dad this is Bull, a friend from work, he's gonna give me a hand moving stuff." Ok I didn't call him Bull, but for continuity, just replace Bull with his real name. He shook the hands of my parents with the same hand he fingered my wife with....thankfully he dried it first.
We all stood in the kitchen drinking tea or coffee and making small talk....one big happy family, it was so weird. At least Bull behaved himself, he only winked at me once and I'm almost certain nobody else noticed the brief stroke of my wife's backside as we got up to start work.
I'd planned for this, now that I had "help" my dad could go and leave us to it, I made sure he did. We were alone again, it had only been about fifteen minutes since we arrived but it felt so wrong around my parents. There was so much crap in my parents garage, I dunno...maybe you need to have a garage before you find stuff to fill it.
In the UK we rarely use garages for cars, space is pretty valuable over here and garages can be an extra room for a guest, or in my parents case, the place they put unwanted things. The only people who park their car in the garage are either washing and waxing it every Sunday or because they're so rich they need somewhere to park the spare cars.
Bulls hands were like some kind of ass magnet, every time my wife went to pick something up he was there. I'd given up protesting, nobody was paying attention anyway. Bull was too horny to reason with and my wife was enjoying the attention she had been missing for the past six weeks.
Bull came with me to the refuse tip each time, my wife stayed with my parents. The conversations in the car were disturbing in a whole different way.
"You never told me your mum was hot."
"uh, never really considered it."
"She keeps herself well for an old girl."
"uhuh..."
Wow this is what were talking about?
"great ass on her."
"Hey man, that's my mother, leave it ok."
"I noticed how she walks, the frustration in her hips, I could fix that for her you know."
I said nothing, this wasn't a conversation I wanted to have a thought on. We unloaded the car in complete silence, Bull merrily whistling away as we chucked all the crap into the various skips. The drive home wasn't much better.
"Think it over, I'd be happy to help."
"I'd rather you didn't." Oh god...now the thought was in my head., get out!
"We'll see."
"....."
"God I'm horny."
"....."
"Been too long without your wife boy."
"...sorry."
Wait, did I just apologize for him not having access to my wife? yes...yes I did. I quickly switched the radio on, drowning out any further attempt at conversation. It was a relief to get back to my parents garage and begin loading the car again.
After a while bull told me he needed the bathroom and to carry on without him, I thought nothing of it until about half an hour later, when I was still alone and the car was full again. I was thirsty and curious where everybody was so I wandered back into the house.
Mum was in the kitchen preparing dinner, oh god...that thought again. Dad was sat in the lounge playing with his motorized satellite dish and...where the hell was bull? and where was.....oh no!. I quietly ran upstairs to check, all the bedrooms were empty. Walking slowly toward the closed bathroom door, I became aware of a muffled moaning coming from within.
The rhythmic thump, thump, thump noise coming from behind the door left me in no doubt what they were doing. I knocked on the bathroom door red faced, no answer, I knocked again. There was a brief rattle as the lock was lifted and the door swung open. Sat on the sink counter was my naked wife, legs wrapped around bull, her dress crumpled on the floor, his pants around his ankles, balls deep inside her.
"What the fuck do you want?" Bull barked angrily.
"My fucking parents are downstairs!"
"Get lost boy, I'm busy." He slammed the bathroom door in my face and the thumping resumed.
10 years ago
