Communication is the key 2
This is a follow up to my other story on this matter. What an evening we had the other day. After our big chat and cross dressed naughtiness I asked Mrs. N if she fancied us meeting up with J a guy we met very early on in our naughty career. I showed her some pix and videos of the meet and she was a bit shocked at how vigorous and erotic it was. I think she felt a bit shy about it. Anyway her first reaction was no not this week, I’m really tired and have had a busy week, which was a bit disappointing but then said “ how about next week ?”, Yes Ok I can live with that I thought, knowing that as we got nearer she might get cold feet. The arrangement I made with J was a simple massage, nothing more. When we exchanged messages he agreed to this as he was very very keen to lay his hands on Mrs N’s beautiful curves again.
So the day arrived and when she arrived home from work I asked her again if she was OK with J coming and she said with some trepidation, “ yes OK, but it is just for a massage isn’t it”. J had already said the he was perfectly fine with that. I also said that as a Cuckold I would be available on hand to fluff and clean any spunky mess off Mrs N if she agreed to that at some point. We did exchange some ideas and J promised that he wouldn’t push too hard this time and giving her a good massage would be great as he remembered her body so well and was just glad to be in her presence for a while.
When he arrived she was wearing a sexy dress which showed off her lovely rear to perfection and her over the knee boots with 6” heels. I had placed A QOS fake tattoo on her bum in J’s honour. He had said he liked that so no problems as I’d hate to cause any offence. I had stockings and suspenders and knickers on under my track suit bottom. So after the usual small talk about stuff we retired up to the bedroom. J was so appreciative of Mrs N’s figure, complementing her on the outfit and couldn’t keep his hands of her. As this was for her pleasure and a massage the boots were soon off and the dress too, we placed picnic blanket and towels on the bed as Mrs N does get very very wet when aroused. J stripped down to his pants, a nice bulge in them I have to say.
The massage commenced and we continued to chat. I am one of those guys that get’s a bit self conscious being in the room. I felt I was impeding J’s style as its hard not to get involved in endless chat so I said I’ll leave you 2 alone for a bit and you can enjoy it without me faffing around all the time.
So I came downstairs and sat down on the PC and began chatting in SH chat room about how I was feeling and what I could hear. I could hear them continue to chat and then it went quiet. Mmmmmm good sign I thought. It usually is. I suppose I gave them about 10 minutes or so and then went upstairs again to see if it was going well. J was giving her boobs a good rub, tweaking her nipples and occasionally sucking her nipples. Mmmmmmmm I thought more progress. I left them alone again for another 5 minutes or so I suppose. It was still quiet and when I crept upstairs again she was lying on the bed, legs apart and J was massaging her clitoris. Very expertly. Her eyes were closed, her hips occasionally bucking a little and the towel was by now soaking wet. Mmmmmmm I thought I’ll leave them 1 more time. When I returned she was in same position.
We had agreed that this was just a massage. J was looking at his watch as if to say he thought it was time to go. So I asked if he needed anything before he left and I dropped my track suit bottoms and exposed myself to them in my stockings and suspenders. J pulled his pants down and motioned that it was OK for me to suck his cock. I was in heaven at that moment. His ebony shaft felt so good in my mouth. I tried to take as much as I could in but it was very thick. I licked all up and down and round his balls. As I sucked I looked as demurely as I could into Mrs N’s eyes. I pulled away and she took over for a bit. It was at that point I went underneath and licked his balls as she licked his shaft. At last he could stand it no more took over the wank and proceeded to blast a load of white creamy spunk over Mrs. N’s thigh. White globules of man cream. I asked if it was OK to clean. “Of course you must” was the reply. So I gently slurped and licked up my man food with its testosterone, vitamins and protein.
J was by now starting to put his clothes on. Mrs N was still lying there so I asked if she wanted to be fucked. She said yes so I got between her legs and mounted her. My cock was absolutely rock hard which is why I think she wanted it. As I pounded her she reached round and pulled me in and slapped my arse hard, telling me pump harder as she wanted my spunk up her. J joined in with the arse slapping. It didn’t take at all long for me to explode. As I did so I cried out that next time it would be J doing the fucking. Mrs N agreed and said yes, she wanted his spunk too. Ok that might have been lust talk but certainly a good omen for the next meet with J.
Epilogue
So things are looking up after our communications about how things were going. We’ve talked since about the meet with J and Mrs N said she really enjoyed it. She thought J was an extremely expert masseuse and she was looking forward to the next one and had no qualms about doing it again. I of course hope she will take things further with him and that he can become something of a bull, we’ll see. She does enjoy this aspect of being me being a cuckold. Not too sure about the sissy bit but can live with it
