Cuckold - It comes from old French cucuault, from cucu 'cuckoo' from the cuckoo's habit of laying its egg in another bird's nest. So many husbands on here find the idea of their wife having sex with another man or men highly arousing. Mine’s the same. I am Emma. This is my story. I’m slim (size 8), long legs, long blonde curly hair in my mid-forties. Men would say I’m attractive. I have the naughtiest thoughts on my daily commute to work. Sometimes they shock me. Sometimes I can’t get a fantasy out of my head for days, being in a constant state of arousal. I have a very vivid imagination. This will be my downfall... Monday, like any other. I stare into my wardrobe deciding what to wear. This process takes so long in the mornings. You have to think about the weather, mood, business meetings, what people might think, do I have shoes to match. Late, I drive my mini the train station like I stole it. I am one of London’s city commuters. My husband’s away on business in the Far East. He won’t be back for three weeks. I’m missing him already. I squeeze into the crowded carriage as the doors close behind me. I am pined against the door. I am out of breath. I can hear and feel my blackberry buzzing in my bag but it’s just too crowded to get it out. Finally I arrive at Paddington. In a sea of people I retrieve my phone walking towards the tube. I have an e-mail. “God you look hot today” – cuckoldhubby. The message makes me smile. I see hubby has a new e-mail address to tease me with while he’s away. I know exactly where he’s going with this. I’m not convinced it’s a good idea. Having sex with strangers while he’s away. We have talked about it many times. The idea does get me excited. Not knowing what’s going to happen, the anticipation. Oh, I don’t know about this. I daydream while I’m being jostled around on the tube. My imagination conjures up visions of me being fucked by other men, strangers, strangers with huge cocks, groups of them, I’m forced to do their bidding. I picture my cuckold hubby sitting in a chair in the corner of the hotel room watching. He’s slowly wanking his cock. No, no, he’s watching me on Skype, not sure I want him actually there. They tie me to the bed. Jesus I’m flushed. My nipples are so hard they hurt. I must be giving off pheromones as a man opposite stares at me with lustful eyes drinking me in. God it’s as if he knows what I’m thinking. The theatre of my mind has turned me into a bitch on heat. I feel uncomfortable but wildly aroused. I turn away from him. I see his reflection in the glass. He’s staring at my pert bottom. What’s he thinking I wonder? What hubby wants is dangerous game but it is what I want? I really don’t know. My gut instinct says NO WAY, YOU’D BE CRAZY TO DO THIS but my body says YES BRING IT ON! Well, maybe just the once then. Does maybe mean yes? I arrive at the office in a flustered state of high arousal and soaking wet panties. I have really worked myself up. I this state I will agree to anything! Ok, I will play his game. I'll call his bluff. I e-mail back. “While you are away I was thinking of placing an ad on one of those swinging, find a date sites. Something like ….. Attractive horny blonde desperately seeks men to fuck while cuckold husband away on business. I’m very adventurous. Only the creative need reply! – Emma x”. I hit send. I smile broadly I know this will give him a big stiffy when he reads it. Now to work. I have a manic day. Its late afternoon before I get a reply…. “Ad up and running and already we’ve had some intriguing proposals! Found one to break the ice so to speak. Will sort out the arrangements and e-mail you later with instructions – cuckoldhubby x” I swallow hard. Is he’s joking or is he serious? Has he called my bluff? I recline in my big executive leather chair and stare out of the window. I think he’s serious. Reality starts to set in. It’s one thing talking, imagining it but actually doing it? What does he mean break the ice? This has to be a small step, doesn’t it? Alternatively, it could mean a fucking gangbang. There is a sudden warming gooey feeling between my legs. I feel really nervous, sick even but overwhelmingly horny. Oh god what have I let myself in for? I leave work early and head for the bar across the street from the office. I large glass of Dutch courage is required, maybe two. I sit at the bar and wait. It’s quiet. I don’t have to wait for long before I get the e-mail. “You are to go to a porn cinema in Soho. (see link below). At 7:00pm buy a ticket for screen 2. Sit exactly in the middle of the cinema. Two men will come and sit next to you. They have free rein until 7:30pm when you will leave. You are to text me every detail of what happens when you are on the train home – cuckoldhubby x” Who are these two men? How did he arrange this so quickly? Surely he must have planned this before he went away. What does free rein mean? My hands are shaking. I have about 45 minutes before I have to leave to go across town. What has he in store for me? Excited and petrified in equal measure I stand outside the cinema. It’s hidden away down one of Soho’s back streets. There’s not many of these places left anymore. It’s the seediest place you could ever imagine. I fat man behind a counter beckons me in. He speaks no English. I buy my ticket while he undresses every inch of me with his eyes. I’m sure he’s rubbing his crutch. I head down a dark, dank, filthy dirty corridor.Sounds of sex are all around me. Cinema 2 is almost in total darkness. The only light is coming from the movie on the screen. Shadows sit in seats. Some woman is being roughly ravaged by a group of men on the screen. She is being passed from one to another. My heart starts to beat faster as I stumble past a man opening wanking in his seat. I walk to what I think is the middle of the small cinema. I head for the middle of the row as faces in the darkness turn to look at me. They stare making me uncomfortable. There’s maybe a dozen in total. What kind of woman would come to a place like this on her own? I really want to leave but overwhelming excitement makes me stay. I quickly take my seat in the empty row. I take off my jacket and hook it on the chair in front. The cinema smells of stale sweat. I watch the screen as the woman is now being roughly throat fucked my one of the men with a huge cock. It isn’t long before a man makes his way down my row. He’s wearing a suit, smart looking, grey hair, late fifties. He sits on my right. He does not look at me. He watches the film. Moments later another man appears on my left. Jeans, T-shirt, hoody. Rough looking. Big hands. 20ish. I watch the film. I dare not move. I pretend they don’t exist. My hands hold the arms of my chair really tight as if my life depends on it. The woman on the screen is now being anal fucked. The man on my right puts his hand gingerly on my bare knee. I swallow hard. My throat is dry. I do nothing, I stare straight ahead, I watch the film. Inside my heat is pounding with excitement. I look straight ahead as the man on my left does the same. My god I’m horny. We all stare at the film. We all look straight ahead. On the screen the woman’s arse is in massive close-up stretching around the man’s unhuman cock. The men hands wander up my short business skirt. I am so, so turned on. The film, the hands, I grip the arms of my chair even tighter. My breathing is heavy. I imagine I am the woman on the screen. My chest is heaving. A couple of men come and sit directly behind me. Hang on he said two? These must be freeloaders. One of them leans forward, I can feel his breath on my neck. The man on the screen leans forward and slaps the woman’s breasts. The man behind me leans over gropes my breasts through my white cotton blouse. Reality and fantasy are all mixed up now. The men’s hands are at my panties, sodden with excitement. Their fingers try to find a way in to my pussy. I part my legs a little to aid their efforts. I can’t believe I just did that, what a wanton slut. The man behind quickly unbuttons my blouse. I let out a long moan as a finger finds its way into me down below. Blouse undone the man behind pulls up my bra freeing my breasts. He cups them, hard. Nipples between finger and thumb he starts to squeeze, to pinch, sending all sorts of sensations down to between my legs. The man with the suit has his cock out. He grabs my hand and try’s to pull it to his cock. I relent and let him guide me. I grab hold of him tight. I can feel his cock slowly dribbling over my fingers. He’s very hard. He moves my hand up and down indicating that I should wank him. I do what he wants. Long, very slow, firm strokes. T Shirt and jeans now wriggles to the floor for better access. I open my legs a little further for him as his fat fingers work their way into my soaking pussy. He’s rough but I like it. I like it a lot. It feels so good. The other works my nipples harder. I am close to a climax. I part my legs further. Suits cock erupts and I garb it hard. Really hard, I dig my nails into his flesh as he groans. T shirt and jeans now works two fat fingers inside of me. Rough, hard, merciless, long angry strokes. All the way out then ramming them all the way in. I am so so close to cuming. I can hear a buzzing. It’s my blackberry in my handbag on the floor. I set an alarm for 7:30. I abruptly jump up pushing the men off of me. I’m disorientated. The men look confused. I rapidly pull down my bra, pull my shirt together, jacket handbag, and leave as quickly as I can. In the corridor I button my shirt and try to look respectable. I take lungful’s of the warm night air outside the cinema. The man behind the desk has a big grin on his face. I walk briskly to the tube. I replay what just happened again and again in my head. What a slut! I never thought I could do it. How bloody exciting! I’m back at Paddington in no time. I board my waiting train. I sit right at the back of the carriage and I eagerly type up every last detail for cuckold hubby. I miss out nothing. My legs are shaking. I press send. I am now almost at my stop. I slowly drive home. I shower. I have an e-mail. “Sounds like you enjoyed yourself. Guess you like this game – cuckoldhubby x” I reply: “Truthfully I wasn’t really sure about it but have to admit it really turned me on. Did it make you hard? x” “Sure did. Sorry, have to go. Speak tomorrow. Night adventurous Cuckold Wife – cuckoldhubby x” “OK, Night - x” There I have done it. I lie on the bed. I start to replay what happened in my mind. What if I stayed another half hour, how far would they have gone? My imagination starts to run wild. How far would I have gone? Would I have let them fuck me? I close my eyes and image T shirt and jeans fucking my arse and slapping my breasts like the woman on the screen while others look on. Are they looking on or are they waiting their turn? I fumble in the draw of bedside table for a vibrator. A big powerful one! Eyes closed tight I put the buzzing monster between my legs. Oh Yes! I nudge it down to my back passage. Wow! What an orgasm. Tuesday. Not like any other day! I work up this morning drenched in sweat and horny as hell. The dreams I had last night! I was a porn star who had to do whatever the director said otherwise I wouldn’t work again. The journey to work is a blur. I arrive at my desk and can’t remember how I got there. I don’t remember anything about the journey. I have an e-mail. “Fancy another adventure? – cuckoldhubby” I reply: “Maybe x” My tummy is doing summersaults. This could be a slippery slope. I do and I don’t. I get an instant reply: “Take that as a yes then. E-mail you later with details – cuckoldhubby” I can’t concentrate on work. I make so many trips to costa coffee across the street. How far am I prepared to go with this? It’s almost five thirty before I get another e-mail. “A black cab will pick you up outside the building at 18:00. His name is Dave. Do exactly as he says – cuckoldhubby” That’s just 35 minutes. I rush to the toilet to pee. I retouch my makeup, fluff up my hair. I stare at myself in the mirror. It scares me. I have my fuck me face on. Sure enough 18:00 and there is a cab out front. “Dave?” the driver nods. I get in. Dave looks like your typical taxi driver. “Where are we going?” I ask. He ignores me and starts texting on his phone. Maybe he didn’t hear me. He puts his iPhone over his shoulder against the glass. I lean forward to look at it. He has written a note…. “I’ve strict instructions not to talk to you”. My heart starts to race as I sit back in the seat. Its early autumn and already very dark outside. Dave gets a text. He studies it while waiting for the lights to change. He’s typing something else. He holds the phone against the glass. “Take your knickers off and sit bare bottomed on the seat” I read it again. Dave adjusts his mirror. We are surrounded by cars and pedestrians. Reluctantly I remove my panties as discreetly as I can and pull up my short skirt. The leather is cold on my bare bottom. I feel so naughty, I feel like Emmanuelle. I am so excited. Dave stares at my legs in the mirror. The car behind toots. The lights have gone green. My blackberry rings. It’s an unknown number. Probably one of those PPP calls I reject the call. We drive through back street after back street until we reach a construction site. Dave pulls up alongside a chained gate. Dave types something on his phone. “Go through the gate, it isn’t locked, close it behind you. Go to the lift on the outside. Inside is a note Read it. I will wait for you just down the street.” I read it again. Dave comes around and opens my door. He holds out his hand to help me out. What a gentleman, then I see the massive hard on in his trousers. As I get out he grabs hold of my arse and gives it a good squeeze. I’m so horny. I walk to the gate. I hear him close the door of his cab and slowly drive off. The chain is just looped through the metal fence. It’s heavy. I close it, re-loop the chain and carefully step through the mud in my high heeled shoes go to the lift. Well if you can call it that. It’s one of those cage contraptions mounted to the outside of the building during construction. I look up. There must be a dozen floors. There are lights on the top floor. I open the metal door to the cage. There is a note taped to the wire with duck tape. It reads…. “Put on the hard hat. Move the lever to select floor 12. Before you get to the top you must remove all of your clothes. You can keep your shoes on. When you get to the top walk towards the light.” Open mouthed I read it again. But it’s a caged lift, anyone will be able to see me as it goes up. My imagination takes over and coungers up an image of big strong muscly construction workers waiting for me at the top dressed in northing but hard hats and work boots. Yum! I turn the lever before I change my mind. The lift very slowly starts to ascend. I am so excited. The unknown is killing me. As it goes up I can see the Dave the Taxi driver sitting against his taxi having a cigarette. I must be half way up. Wow what a view! Ok here goes. I hook my handbag on the lever. I quickly unbutton and remove my blouse. Off with the bra. I hook it through my handbag. The night air is chilly, I have goose bumps. I carefully try to take off my skirt as the lift floor is very muddy. There! Naked for all to see. I feel liberated. I am ready for sex. I’m incredibly horny. I am almost at the top. My blackberry is buzzing. It must be an e-mail with more instructions. I retrieve it from my bag. I have one missed call and a text, both from an unknown number. I go to put it away but maybe its instructions. I go stone cold as I read the text message: “Tried to call you but no answer. Sorry left my iPhone and iPad charger and cable at home. Borrowed a colleague’s phone. Will buy new chargers tomorrow as airport didn’t have any. Sorry I haven’t been in touch. Love Hubby x” I can’t believe what I’m reading. I am shaking uncontrollably. Oh my god what have I done! Who the fuck is cuckoldhubby.? It isn’t my hubby. Who is it? I’ve been taking instructions from a stranger. The lift lurches as it reaches the top. My god what should I do? I can see the light. Emma x PS this is fiction.