Caught by the past! 2.
I was still suffering from the loss of my beloved Bent when the God of Ironies, (he must be a god because I keep getting fucked by him), decided that it was my turn in the barrel again! Jørgen, after all the years of my asking, finally gave me permission to try another man. However, his permission came with some conditions. He said that he would allow me to have an affair as long as it was not with anyone in the family, any friends or anyone from the local area or work. As I quickly agreed to his demands, I was breaking up inside recalling how I had already so badly broken his first rule. But, the rule wasn’t in place then was it? So it doesn’t count, right? I have a clear conscience, sorta! I wonder; if Bent were still alive, what Jørgen would think if I asked him to let me fuck his man? I don't think he would have "approved" as he certainly was against it being anyone family related. Looking back, I think that if Bent had not died I would have tried very hard to convince Jørgen to allow me to fuck him. In fact, I know I would have. In retrospect, I think that I would have rode a number of stranger’s cocks first and then tried to convince him to let me do his man.
In the years following Jørgen’s approval, we placed a number of ads in several Danish sex magazines. A lot of men responded to the ads and I had a free pick of males who, after careful selection, fucked me well and thoroughly. I would usually visit them alone and sometimes together with my husband. This is when I discovered the other side of my beloved spouse. We both came to realize that Jørgen got off on watching me get my pussy filled with cum by other men. To complete the effect he was usually bound to a chair and virtually helpless while he watched how other men gave me what he could not do himself. Maybe it eased his conscience?
There were times when we could not get a babysitter or the kids were home on vacation. Then, after the kids were in bed for the night, we had men come over and fuck me at home. Some times I tied Jørgen up before they arrived and sometimes my visitors would tie him up. I would get real hot when they mocked and taunted him by making me tell them how much better they fucked me then he was able to. You can see where all of this is leading to can’t you?
It was during this chapter of our lives that irony decided to poke me in the eye again. One morning, while the kids were in school and Jørgen was at work, I was visited by my brother in-law Erik. After an initial pleasant conversation over coffee, he dropped a copy of the magazine, Weekend Sex on the table. It was opened to the page that had my ad on it. I thought that my heart would stop beating and that my life had come to an end. He pointed to the ad and said, “Lene, that’s you. Isn’t it?” I know that I was blushing. I could feel the red flowing to my cheeks as my whole body started to tremble. Once I got myself under control and was able to catch my breath, I denied everything! Wouldn’t you? I insisted that it was someone that looked like me. I tried to go on the offensive by demanding to know how he would even think that I would do something like that. I demanded, “What kind of woman do you think your brother married?” His answer floored me and made me cream my panties at the same time.
He replied, “One that I would very much like to fuck.” He further went on to say that if I didn’t allow him to fuck me he would drop by his ladys house and show her the magazine. This sent a bolt of fear through me as their lady and I had never gotten along and this would just add fuel to an already intense fire.
Still in denial, I again stated that the woman in the ad wasn’t me. I said that he had made a very big mistake. During this part of the conversation, I could not look at Erik. I had been looking down, alternately staring between the table top and the open magazine. I was unable to look my brother-in-law in the eyes! The picture before me stared back as I was spread-eagled on the bed, my wrists and ankles securely strapped to the bedposts. The only articles of clothing were a black relaxing mask covering my face and a peek-a-boo bra which showed my dark aureoles with the eraser like nipples protruding outward long and hard. The picture was completed with a large dildo spreading apart my labia which was surrounded by a mound of well trimmed pubic hair. You wouldn’t believe how wet and horny I was when that picture was taken! But I digress!
Having pleaded my case, I looked up at Erik and could not mistake the desire and lust in his eyes. I knew now that it didn’t make the least bit of difference in the world if that woman in the ad was me or not. Erik had made up his mind and was determined that he was going to have me. A smile started to spread across his face as he reached across the table and snatched up the magazine. With his other hand he leaned over, grabbed my wrist and, rising from his chair, said, “Come with me.”
I was unsure of Erik’s intentions and fear started to gnaw at the pit of my stomach as he pulled me into our bedroom. He stopped at the foot of the bed, released my hand and, holding the magazine up in front of our bed, said: "Compare the wallpaper, the bed and the pillows lying on bed. Would you still say that you are not the whore in the picture, looking for someone to tie Jørgen up and fuck you in front of him? What do you think our lady would say to that?”
By this time I was again trembling. I was at a loss for words but conflicted as the fear in my stomach started to change to something else that I was a lot more familiar with. Erik continued with, “I could be persuaded to keep quiet, you know. But, there is a condition and I think you know what it is. I want some of that pussy that you have put on public display and offered to share with other men Lene! "
In shock, I looked at Erik and said: "I cannot do it as Jørgen has demanded that no family or friends can fuck me." The words were no sooner out of my mouth then I realized that, not only had I admitted that I was the woman in the ad, but I was willing to fuck Erik if he could find a good enough excuse. After all, I didn’t say that I didn’t want to fuck him, did I?
Erik just laughed at my words and said: "He doesn't have to know anything about it Lene, now does he?"
I felt trapped by the situation but knew that I had no choice, even if I wanted one. I gave in, and told Erik that it couldn’t happen right now as the kids would soon be coming home from daycare and school.
He laughed as he opened his jeans, pulling out a real fine specimen of a cock and "powerd" me to kneel and suck it until he ejaculated into my mouth. He then informed me that he would come back the next day to give me the cock that I so obviously needed.
Kneeling in front of him, swiping the cum from my lips into my mouth, I smiled at the thought that at least one thing was certain; his cock was bigger than Jørgen’s dick although not quite as big as their mans.
My mind was in turmoil for the rest of the afternoon and into the evening. I didn't relax much that night as I was so horny and wet wondering how good Erik would be in bed.
The next morning I sent Jørgen off to work with the youngren leaving shortly thereafter.
Less than 5 minutes after the kids had left Erik was knocking on the door. I asked him in and, ever the hostess asked him if he would like a cup of coffee. The lustful expression on his face, as well as the tent in his pants, was easy to read as he simply said "Later Lene!"
As we walked towards the bedroom Erik said: “I want to see you spread out like you were in the Weekend Sex picture. Forget about the dildo! You won’t need it as my cock will be what’s buried in that hot cunt of yours while I’m fucking your brains out!” God, what a romantic!
I located the straps, ropes, bra and blindfold; stripped naked; put on the bra and laid down on the bed quicker than it takes to say it. I then placed the blindfold over my eyes, spread my legs and put my hands above my head waiting to be secured.
Erik wasted no time and had me tied to the bed with my legs spread wide open in a matter of seconds. Now, it was too late for any more protests, I was completely secured, wide open and ready for whatever he had in mind for me. Erik picked up the magazine, walked to the end of the bed, turned and stared at me. Looking at the magazine, he compared it with what he saw spread out on the bed before. He laughed and then said: "Yes there’s no doubt now. That certainly is you Lene.” He walked around to the side of the bed, removed the blindfold and said: “I want you to see what I have for you but first I’m going to take some pictures so that I can savor the time that we have together.” I didn’t realize that he had brought a camera with him but he must have had this all planned out from the beginning. He then proceeded to take some photographs of me in various positions stretched out on the bed. When he was finally satisfied, he set the camera down and removed his clothes to reveal a hard cock that would surely put Jørgen to shame as well as make him extremely jealous. Why, oh why, did I have to marry the smallest dick in the family?
Moving up to my side, Erik ran his fingers over my mound and then slid a long finger into my pussy. Moving it around inside he quickly followed it up with a second and then third digit. I was juicing and starting to spasm. Erik laughed: "Well you feel as if you’re more than ready for this Lene; I believe that you are ready to fuck!"
He climbed up onto the bed, between my out stretched thighs and gripped his cock in his fist as he moved closer to my fully open and exposed pussy. Looking down at him, I was surprised to see that he still had a couple of cm of cockhead protruding from his clenched hand. He swiped the cockhead through my overly lubricated pussy lips and I jerked when it hit my clit on the way by. Moving close, he swirled the cockhead between my wet lips and then, with one stroke, drove the shaft inside me right up to his balls. As ready as I was, the powerd entry hurt like hell and I screamed out loud as his cock hit the bottom of my pussy. Thankfully, the nearest neighbor was nearly half a mile away.
He showed no mercy as he drove his cock into me and fucked me hard and rough. Normally, I would have tried to slow him down a bit by putting pressure on my legs as they clamped around his hips. But my legs were spread wide open and my ankles were securely tied to the bedposts. It was some kind of ***, but still, it felt so good having that cock driving into my belly, fucking me hard and deep, just the way I loved it.
This was nearly ****! Erik was in total command as he controlled the pace as it suited him. As he fucked my hot hole, a couple of orgasms washed over me as he continued to hammer me with his cock. I felt his body tense as he drove his cock to the bottom of my spasming pussy and filled me with his hot sperm. I felt it running from my well-fucked pussy and down my ass as he slowly pulled his half limp cock out of my swollen, stretched hole.
As I blissfully lay back in a pool of sweat and cum I felt Erik rise up and leave the bed. He retrieved his camera from where he left it and took pictures in both full figure as well as a few close-ups of my cum filled pussy. “Just in case!” he said. Little did he know that after having been so thoroughly fucked there would be no further opposition or complaint from me!
Putting his camera down, he returned to the bed and gently untied my wrists and ankles. He climbed onto the bed, gathered me into his arms and pulled me close to his body. We remained that way, no words being necessary or exchanged as we gently stroked and caressed each other's bodies until "Little Erik" was ready for action again.
As our caresses increased in intensity and lust reared its cum-soaked head in desire, Erik told me to roll over and get down on all fours. As I quickly moved into position, he slipped in behind me, and, with one hand gripping his cock and the other on my hip, he slid his rod up and down my drooling slit until I moaned out loudly: "Stop it! Stop teasing me Erik! Fuck me, fuck me now and fuck me hard!"
Moving his hand to my other hip, Erik pulled me back hard as he thrust his cock into my soaking pussy. He drove it right to the bottom and hissed, "Now I'll give you what you need you horny slut, I'll fuck you until you loose your mind Lene!"
He really did that! My full, heavy breasts swung back and forth as I met his hard deep strokes to get as much of his big cock in me as possible. Suddenly, I was hit with such a powerful orgasm that it drained my body of energy as the convulsions raced through me and my pussy pulsated uncontrollably.
As my body turned to jelly, I slid forward until I lay flat on the bed, spread-eagled and soaked as Erik continued to pound his cock into me. I ended up sliding up and down the bed, driven by Erik's violent strokes. There is no God as the friction of the sheet stimulated my nipples and, just as another orgasm hit me, Erik grabbed harder by my hips as he shot his load deep in my private parts. As the intensity of the orgasm rolled over me everything faded to black as I slumped down into the bed and oblivion.
Slowly, I started to recover my senses, as I realized that Erik was laying beside me totally relaxed with a huge smile on his face. He welcomed me back to consciousness with, "You are a damn good fuck Lene! You can certainly expect me to come again. I'm sure that I won't have to blackmail you any longer, but I'll keep the magazine and the pictures I took just to be sure. So, if you do ever become reluctant, I’ll have the means to get you to do as you’re told.” Little did he know!
Once I felt that I had recovered enough to move, I staggered into the bathroom and took a quick shower together with Erik. I then removed the soiled sheets from the bed and put them into the washing machine with some towels to remove the evidence. The reek of sex on the sheets just about set me off on another bout of lust but luckily I abstained and had just started the washer when the first kid came home.
Erik and I sat and had a cup of coffee and talked. There was nothing strange in Erik’s being there at that time of day as he visited us fairly often.
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For the next 4 years, Erik continued to fuck me 2-3 times a month. I enjoyed his cock immensely and, together with the sex from the magazine lovers that my husband and I found, it satisfied my sexual desires and kept them under control.
My affair with Erik finally ended when he found out that I was fucked by an old black man. Racist that he was, he said that he absolutely refused to share my hole with such a guy.
I told him that I was the one who decided who would stick their cock in me and if that was his choice, so be it. That was the end of our affair.
This brings us full circle and back to the beginning of this story. After Erik’s untimely death, my husband, while cleaning out his permisteral effects, came across the magazine article and the pictures that Erik had taken of me as well as a letter he had written to the sex magazine.
During the course of our affair, Erik had written a glowing commendation to the ad that we had posted in the magazine. What Erik had written was:
LENE?? (Question marks were crossed out) YES!
HAVE FUCKED HER SEVERAL TIMES
VERY WET AND VERY WILLING
I could tell you more about my meetings with both Bent and Erik, but I'll stop here. Maybe I'll write later about some of the things that we did together behind Jørgen’s back.
Somehow it's kind of funny, a lot of our friends have told both me and Jørgen (
[email protected]) that he wasn't a real cuckold as he knew about my lovers and approved of them. Maybe that true about the men that I fucked that answered our ad.
But, my fucking his own man and brother behind his back surely made him a true and real cuckold. Don’t you think?
Well you wanted to know the truth Jørgen! Now you know and I hope a lot of the readers will send you an email and tell you what a real cuck you are.
Just as an incentive, I dare you to send the scanned page from the weekend sex ad to all those who writ and ask you for it.
By the way Bent and Erik is not the real names but Lene & Jørgen are our names!
Love to you all
Lene F
A big thank you to my dear friend Mikey who has helped me a lot with the English language, without his help it wouldn't be like it is.
Love you all
Lene F
