The Cuckolded Reviewer – His Wife’s Story


I think it only right and proper that I put you fully in the picture about Tim’s story. I also need to tell you the truth about Abe and me. Tim is now fully in the picture and wants me to share this with you all. The first thing to tell you is that Abe and I actually got together a few weeks before Tim’s account of our first coupling. Some of you more observant readers may have guessed that already. The fact that I could be comfortable being naked in the presence of a stranger on that first night in Tim’s account might have been a giveaway. Most girls will tell you that they are quite shy that first time they get naked with a man. It is only natural isn’t it? I was surprised that Tim didn’t notice how comfortable I was with letting Abe undress me let alone bathe and dry me. And as for shaving me down there, well…most women will tell you that they have to know a man quite well before they let him take a razor to their most intimate parts like that. The truth is I was comfortable being naked with him that night because I had been naked in front of him numerous times before. We had shared showers and baths together and as for shaving me…well he had become a dab hand at getting rid of my morning stubble! The truth is Abe had been fucking me a month or so before that night. The real story began about a couple of months before that night when I suggested to Tim that he write a cuckold story and that I also help him. As well as helping Tim with his story reviewing I would also sort out his mail etc on the site. Tim is a very busy man and though I have a full time job working from home I have more free time and so I used to check his mailbox and deal with any non urgent things. On that fateful day I came into contact with Abe for the first time over some very urgent business. Tim was out of town for the day and could not deal with it so I emailed Abe back and as well as getting the matter sorted we got chatting. I rarely chatted to people on the site. I am quite a reserved person actually and not a great one for spending time getting to know people. There is also the fact that you can’t be certain about who you are talking to anyway out there so I am naturally cautious. There are a lot of weird people out there. I found Abe easy to chat to though. There was just something about him that drew me to him. He was cheeky too! We got talking in general and about each other and we then started talking about Tim’s writing and his penchant for ‘wife lover’ stories. Abe asked me straight out, “Has Tim been cuckolded?” He asked cheekily. “NO!” I said adamantly. “Would you like to cuckold him?” I hesitated. Don’t ask why but I just had to think about it. “Is that a ‘yes’ or a ‘maybe’?” He asked me. I laughed nervously to myself. “I would like to help,” he said. I laughed again to myself, “I bet you would!” I told him. “It would give me great pleasure,” he said, “and great pleasure for you too.” “Bragging now are we?” I said almanbahis to him. “I don’t brag,” He responded seriously, “I can put my money where my mouth is or in this case put my …” There was a tone in his text that was kind of menacing and yet drawing. I felt afraid and yet I also felt drawn to him. “I thought Tim was your friend?” I said to him. “He is,” Abe replied, “but friend or not, if I can get away with fucking another man’s wife or girlfriend I will.” The chat screen went silent for a few moments. “I would love to fuck you Trish.” He said breaking the silence. I closed off the screen and exited. I wasn’t offended by his come on, quite the opposite in fact. I was attracted to him. Don’t ask me why or how. I had had guys say things like that in the past to me and it just left me angry. When Abe said it I had a flutter in my tummy. I could just picture the tall, muscular and masculine figure of Abe reaching out for me. I could just see his large dark skinned hand reaching out to grab me and instead of pulling away I allowed him to draw me to him; pull me to him. I could picture his hands all over my body. That was my introduction to Abe. When I went back online a while later there was a very apologetic email in my inbox from him. I just sent one back saying ‘no worries.’ Over the next ten days or so we chatted again. Our chat’s got hotter and hotter. Abe was articulate. He had a way with words that would draw your inner most desires out of you. Tim had been the only man that I had had sex with and so it was only natural to wonder what other men would be like. He asked me if I had ever thought of sleeping with a black guy. I hadn’t of course. He wanted to be the first, “I would love to introduce you to black cock,” he told me. “I want to be the first to slide my big black cock into your wet pussy.” He told me. His words excited me and made me wet. I was in a state of continual sexual excitement from out online chats. Tim would often come home and wonder what had hit him as I dragged him off upstairs for a shagging. If nothing else, Abe had given our sex life a boost. The next stage of our relationship was the telephone contact. I was very reluctant to make that first move but Abe gave me his number and I plucked up courage to ring him. His voice was as I imagined, commanding and authorative. He told me that I sounded very sexy. “I wish I was there with you now,” he told me, “I would be pulling your knickers down your legs.” He told me. “Why?” I asked him softly. “So that I could taste your pussy.” I could say nothing as I pictured him pulling them down and then spreading my legs to bury his face between my thighs. “Would you like that Trish?” He asked me, “Would you like me to make you cum with my tongue?” Of course I would. I wanted him. I wanted more than just his tongue inside me but I was married. I loved Tim. He was my world. Even so, I still wanted Abe. The calls continued. At the end of almanbahis yeni giriş nearly every call I would be that wet that I would have to change my knickers, after lying down on the bed and masturbating of course. It was inevitable that we would meet. We lived less than an hour apart. It was inevitable. Abe had said, “Just for a coffee in town.” We both knew that it would be for more than a coffee. I chose a day when I knew that Tim would be out of the area and we met at the local Costa (fortune) Coffee House. I have a friend who has a term for men that she finds ‘fuckable’. She calls them ‘panty droppers.’ I knew as soon as I saw him stand up, as I entered the cafe, that I would be dropping my panties for him. He looked so big and masculine and had a smile that made me melt. He took my hand and shook it before kissing me on the cheek. I felt like a sixteen year old on my first date all over again. We chatted, had a couple of coffees and agreed to meet up again. We left together heading for the multi-storey car park with the intention of going our separate ways. When we got into the stair well we found ourselves completely alone. It was very unusual, there were nearly always people milling around because it is a very busy shopping centre. Abe stopped, turned and pulled me to him. I pushed my hands against his chest as he kissed me intending to push him away but I found my hands gripping his jacket lapels instead. His hands quickly moved down my body to the hem of my dress. Before I knew it a hand was inside my panties. His fingers slid down my moist furrow and inside me. They were fingers that I was not used to feeling against my flesh; thick probing fingers searching my most intimate place. They were a strangers fingers and I groaned and parted me thighs to allow him more access. It only lasted a few seconds as we heard voices above us but it was long enough. I drove away with an excitement that I had never felt before and with Abe following carefully behind. Once inside the door I headed straight up the stairs with Abe following. Part way up his hands reached up under my dress and touched me between my thighs. He was eager to get at me. He started to tug at my panties and I had to stop for a moment and let him drag them off me, resting my hands on a step so that I could support myself as I lifted my feet. Abe left them lying there as we continued to our bedroom. I turned around at the edge of our bed and Abe reached out and gave me a shove pushing me backwards onto the bed. He pounced like a lion pushing my dress back; uncovering me; exposing me; readying me. Gripping my hips, he pulled me to him and buried his head between my spread thighs. He wanted to taste me. He had told me that enough times. He did taste me. His tongue moved up and down my parted pussy lips flicking over my clitty before plunging into my love channel. I was soon screaming obscenities and writhing under him. No one had ever tongued almanbahis giriş me like that before. When he pulled away I opened my eyes and watched him as he stripped. I saw his muscular body come into view as he pulled off his top; broad shoulders and biceps that a heavyweight boxer would be proud to own. He pushed down his trousers revealing his tight fitting white trunks. The bulge was obscene, ‘surely that wasn’t a penis inside them,’ I thought to myself. It was. I watched as he pushed them down to expose his huge cock. I was scared as he crawled onto the bed between my legs. Not just scared but petrified, ‘Was he actually going to put that inside me?’ I thought. He was going to and he did. He was slow and gentle as he pressed its bulbous head against my pussy lips, “Its okay, he said softly, “just relax.” Abe slowly inched his way forward. I kept looking down; watching as his huge dark skinned monster slowly disappeared into the white flesh of my body. Once fully inside me he pulled out and began to kiss me as he slowly pushed it back inside again. He did it again and again continuously as he began to build up a rhythm. I was already experiencing my first orgasm as he slipped his hands underneath my bottom. I knew the heavy pounding was coming next as he pulled me tightly into him. I could see the lust in his eyes. I could see that look of conquest. He had me now; there was no escape. I was about get fucked properly now. He had promised me a proper fucking and now I was getting it. I tightened my arms around his neck and kissed him, “Come on,” I whispered, “show me that you can put your money where your mouth is then!” Abe growled and dug his nails into my bottom. He proved that was a man of his word. Afterwards as I lay in bed next to him the guilt about what I had done came over me. Abe seemed to sense this and kissed and caressed me. He showed me that he had a tender side as well. Ten minutes or so later he showed me his wild side again as he turned me over onto my tummy. After placing a pillow under my hips he climbed on top of me and with his legs either side of mine, proceeded to fuck me. I had never been fucked in this position before. After he left I knew that there was no going back. I loved Tim, he was my life, but I also now knew that I needed Abe as well. We had lain there after our second fuck and slowly touched and caressed. I watched his dark skinned hand exploring my white skinned body. It shouldn’t be. It felt like breaking a taboo; crossing a boundary that shouldn’t be crossed. But it also felt so exciting. Afterwards we showered together. He became aroused again and fucked me. As I leant over the bath gripping onto the edge Abe took me from behind. It was out of this world. We showered once more and he grew excited again but there was no sex this time. There was a very passionate moment though as we kissed. Abe ran his hand over my tummy and asked me if I planned to have a family one day. I nodded. Abe pulled me tightly against him and kissed me, “I would like to be the father of your baby.” He said. At first I thought that he was joking but he wasn’t. I could tell from the look in his eye that he was serious.

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