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And Then There Were Three - 2
by Mr. Blue Skies (mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk)

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And Then There Were Three (Part two of four parts). 
(MF, cheat, oral, ws, anal, humil, rom) The codes will 
evolve during parts three and four.

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Author Notes: The first two parts are written in the 
form of a descriptive monologue to a cuckolded husband 
from the lover of his wife. It tells him how we have 
arrived at where we are. It contains some dialogue 
between the wife and lover. It is set in the UK, hence 
the English spelling.

It is intended to have a third and fourth part added, 
the third and fourth parts descriptive and both written 
in the first person, should there be some favourable 
responses from readers.

The author is, Mr. Blue Skies 
(mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk) I have been encouraged 
with the response following part one. I would be 
interested to hear about your views on this story and 
if you feel I should continue with part three.


(from end of part one)

I dressed and we kissed good-bye. I left your house 
with my briefcase looking like a typical business man. 
She waved me good-bye and shut the door as I reversed 
into the road. On the way home I pulled into one of 
those car parks by a viewpoint which are quite common 
around the area, I wanted time to compose myself before 
walking through my own door and seeing my wife. I 
couldn't believe my luck Martin, to have had such a 
wonderful time with a beautiful woman who clearly 
wanted me when she could have chosen anyone she 
wanted... and a woman who is twenty years younger than 
me at that.

Part Two

After a week or so, we arranged to meet again a few 
days later. You were going away overnight, Paula would 
'phone in sick on the day and I would book as working 
from home in the company calendar so that there would 
be no link between our joint absence. Paula reminded me 
of our parting conversation from our last time 
together, about our respective partners. I thought it 
may have been a post carnal thought, but evidently not. 
She reckoned you'd be gone by 1000 but asked me to park 
some distance away down the road and walk to your 
house. If your red car was there, then wait 'til you'd 
driven off.

I made my wife late for work by a combination of 
flattery, pampering her and softening her up for a 
quickie (at which she it particularly skilled). We had 
quick but satisfying time and my wife had to dash as 
she'd miss her train. I told her to use the bathroom 
first and go. She did and left me in my dressing gown 
with a sticky penis and drying love juice on my thighs. 
My wife would be at work for the day so I was a free 
agent. If the office wanted to contact me, they'd do so 
on my company mobile.

I washed (but not my penis) and shaved and drove to 
your road, a one way street, parking just beyond the 
pedestrian crossing and on the opposite side of the 
road to your house. Your car was still there: I had 
deliberately got there early. I was going to do 
something cruel. You may remember it Martin? After ten 
minutes or so, in my mirror I saw you leave the house 
and get into your car. As you reversed it into the 
road, I reached behind me and lifted out my briefcase; 
I got out of the car. 

My timing was perfect, I walked to the edge of the 
pedestrian crossing as you approached and you stopped 
to let me across. I walked slowly across and looked you 
in the eye as I raised my hand in thanks. Under my 
breath, but audibly, I said, 'I'm just going to fuck 
your wife.' You raised your hand and smiled at my 
thanks. As I reached the opposite pavement, you drove 
on. I was surprised how young you looked, and quite 
good looking at that; one would never have known you 
have a little penis.

I walked confidently up to your house and knocked on 
the door. It opened slightly and Paula peered around 
the edge as she stood behind it. I stepped in and saw 
that she was in her dressing gown (the lacy one you 
bought her). Her hair was tousled and had that 'just 
got up' look, which I soon knew she had. She said she 
thought it was you come back for something you 
forgotten; 'I hope Martin hasn't forgotten something!' 
I said (and hoped you hadn't). 

We stood looking at each other. 'I kept my part of the 
bargain' I said She replied that she had too... sort 
of. We kissed and then she broke away and led me 
upstairs to your bedroom. On the landing, she dropped 
her dressing gown off her shoulders and then off 
altogether, dropping it onto the chair as she walked by 
(you'll become very familiar with that chair later 
Martin). I followed your wife's perfect arse into your 
bedroom. The bed was drawn back; in the centre of the 
rumpled sheets was a damp patch. 

Wow, I thought, she did it. She fell onto your bed and 
pulled the sheet over her. I undressed as quickly as I 
could and then moved to your side of the bed, my cock 
erect and pubic hair matted with my wives juice. I 
pulled the sheet back and moved over her and we kissed 
deeply. I nipped her neck and then her lovely breasts 
and then down to taste her. She half grabbed my hair 
but I pulled away and carried on down. As I got to her 
trimmed hair I felt a cold wetness and a then a 
familiar scent of cum. Her trimmed hair was matted with 
it, still wet and with some dried cum on her upper leg. 
I hesitated.

'Martin has another problem,' I heard her say. It was 
certainly evident, on this morning at least, that you 
do. Not only a small penis Martin, but you have a hair-
trigger problem as well don't you?

Paula muttered that she wanted to taste my wife on me. 
I moved beside her as she went down to by hard cock. 
She licked my shaft and pushed her tongue amongst my 
pubic hair. She told me my wife tasted lovely, that she 
could taste my cum and her juices mixed. 'Describe your 
wife's pussy to me,' Paula asked me between sucks my 
rampant prick. 

I did, telling her the most intimate details of the 
woman I been married to for well over twenty years. I 
felt no guilt whatsoever as I told her what we had done 
together this morning, how she tasted, that she'd had a 
quick orgasm and I given her a quick hard fucking and 
enjoyed a good cum. 

'Does she give you a blow-job?'

'Yes.'

Does she swallow?'

'No.'

'Does she cum when you fuck her?'

'Seldom.'

'Does she cum when you go down on her?'

'Yes, always.'

Then she asked, but while looking at and kissing my 
prick, 'How many times has my lovely prick been 
unfaithful?' 

I hesitated, she gently nipped the end between her 
teeth, 'Three,' I gasped. 

'Naughty prick lying to Paula,' she said, and nipped 
the end harder. 

'Five!' I almost yelped, 'five.'

'Only love Paula now,' she said, and then took the 
whole of me in her mouth. I started to cum and Paula 
let me empty into her mouth; it felt wonderful. We 
kissed as we had a few days before, swapping my cum to 
and fro. She then rose up and straddled my head; 
leaning forward she pressed her pubis, still wet from 
your cum, into my face. She smeared your premature cum 
over my mouth and pressed it into my nose so that I 
could breath in the scent of your cum at the same time 
as I tasted it. I loved the kinkiness of it. I thought 
of you driving to wherever you were going. I was 
certainly having a better time than you.

I asked her, when you did manage to get it in, if the 
sex was good. 'Oh, yes,' she said, 'but not for long.' 
I said it must be frustrating for her. She said it 
was... but she'd found a way to get something out of it 
and give your pride a boost Martin. Your wife bought 
you a strap-on dildo didn't she? She said it was useful 
after you had come or when you'd come over her before 
you got your miserable little dick inside. She showed 
it to me; very nice; I wonder why she bought you a 
black one? It is a good size too; I bet you feel very 
manly when you wear it.

We were hungry so got up and showered; whilst we were 
in there she turned and kissed me; as she did I lifted 
her up and she wrapped her lovely legs around my hips, 
her arms around my neck, her gorgeous slit against my 
cock. (I'm also stronger than you evidently, by the way 
Martin) As I stood there kissing, with the cheeks of 
Paula's arse in each hand, I slid a soapy finger into 
her anus. She took a small, sharp intake of breath, 
lifted herself up slightly and then, after a short 
pause, settled her weight back onto my finger. 

Her anus felt tight and hot; we stayed that way for a 
couple of minutes whilst I gently moved my finger to 
and fro inside her. I removed my finger and she reached 
and turned off the water; we stood kissing in the 
silence after the noise of the shower. Then she raised 
the game. It was an odd feeling at first: initially a 
warm spreading sensation and then a full-blown gush of 
hot liquid spraying over my belly; Paula was pissing on 
me. 

It ran across my belly between us, over my cock, around 
my balls and down both legs. As it went on, she drew 
her head back and smiled at me; it was the most erotic 
feeling. Eventually she stopped; she smiled again, 'I 
think we should try the rinse cycle' she said, and 
reached across and turned the shower on again. She said 
nothing more about it, as if it was the most natural 
thing to do. She turned off the shower and stepped out; 
I dried her and she did the same to me, kissing my cock 
on the way by. 

We went downstairs and ate toast and drank your coffee. 
I was starving and needed the energy. We finished; 'You 
make some more coffee' she said, 'I'll be back in a few 
minutes,' turned and I heard her go back upstairs. I 
made coffee, poured a cup and stood looking out of your 
garden window, marvelling at my luck.

I heard her come back down the stairs, hesitated when 
she realised I wasn't in the kitchen and then into the 
room where I had my back to her, 'I hope you like 
black' she said. I turned around. 'My God,' I breathed 
softly. She stood there with her hair pulled up, 
emphasising her graceful neck. She had on a tight, 
black basque which fitted closely down to her hips and 
up to half cups supporting her breasts which swelled 
over the top. 

From where it ended at her hips, suspenders held up 
black stockings. The blackness of the basque 
complemented her light strip of pubic hair, so recently 
matted with your cum. She stood six inches taller in 
black patent leather stiletto heeled shoes. I have 
never seen a woman dressed like this other than in 
pictures. I was speechless. 'Well?' she asked. 

I shook my head slowly from side to side. 'Why me 
Paula?' I stupidly asked. 

She was silent for a few seconds; 'Because I'm falling 
in love with you, David,' and she walked slowly towards 
me. We kissed for a while and then she asked for a 
coffee, sat down with it. It was bizarre, Paula sat 
there, sitting quite normally, in a basque, her breasts 
spilling out of it and her wonderful slit fully 
exposed. The trouble was, I was beginning to fall in 
love too, but I didn't tell her.

I offered her my hand and helped her off the chair and 
led her up the stairs. We spend the rest of the day 
making love generally, talking between bouts. Her 
stockinged legs felt wonderful around my waist as we 
made love; not 'fucked' now Martin have you noticed, 
'made love' We were on the slippery slope. Towards the 
end, Paula asked me if there was anything I'd like her 
to do for me. I said that I felt her pubis would look 
super shaved rather than trimmed. Was there anything 
else? 

I thought for a bit about the thoughts on something I'd 
never done. 

'Go on,' she said, 'say it.' 

'I'd love to make love to your gorgeous backside' I 
said. 

She went silent. 'I'll give that some thought,' she 
said. As I drove home, I sincerely hoped she would.

The last time we met was at a 'team building event'; 
the team being just us two. The guy behind the 
reception desk looked at Paula and then me; his look 
said 'lucky bastard,' or was it 'lucky old bastard?' He 
looked admiringly at her legs, clad in stockings which 
had a large mesh about an inch across, the effect was 
as if her legs were wrapped in a layer of a fishing 
net. You recognise what I'm talking about, don't you 
Martin? 

Several things were memorable about that last time; 
looking back, I can see now that she had been planning 
to get us to where the three of us are now. Clever 
woman your wife; we both walked straight into it.

We went up to our room. She'd promised to bring some 
clothing especially for sex, but, 'I don't want to 
wait,' she said. I found out why quite quickly. She 
headed for the bedroom while I poured a drink; she 
emerged in a couple of minutes, walking in as is it was 
a perfectly normal thing to do... walking into a room 
clad from neck to toe in a body stocking, the legs 
which I had seen earlier. She looked stunning; the 
stocking fitted her form completely, apart from the 
exposed crotch and arse area. 

She had shaved completely. Paula noticed my glance at 
her shaved pubis, 'Martin shaved me for you this 
morning' she said. I swallowed a mouthful of vodka in 
one. 'I wore this for Martin this morning.' She paused, 
then, 'Take me to bed David,' she quietly asked. 

I walked to her and kissed her lightly, took her hand 
and walked her into the bedroom. I quickly stripped as 
she lay on the bed, her legs slightly apart to give me 
a teasing view of her slit, moist even from where I 
stood. I lay straight beside her and kissed her breast 
where the hard nipple poked through the mesh of the 
body-stocking. She took hold of my hair and pushed my 
head down. I didn't resist. My mouth went past her slit 
and then upward toward it as she parted her legs; my 
tongue went straight into her lips and I got a slippery 
feeling of something entering my mouth; and then I 
tasted your cum. 

'Lick my husbands cum from my wet cunt, David,' Paula 
said with a slightly hard edge to her voice, 'drink 
wimpy Martin's cum from your lover.' I did, and went at 
it with enthusiasm, licking her clitoris between times. 
She came in a couple of minutes with, a massive groan 
and a flood of love juice. 

When she quieted, she pulled my head up to hers, 
grabbing my prick and guiding it straight into her 
through the open crotch of the body-stocking. I wasn't 
gentle with her Martin. I held her arms outstretched 
either side of her and put the full weight of my lower 
body onto my legs which were covering her. Pinned down 
as she was, I roughly rammed my prick into her with as 
much force as I could muster. She loved it Martin. 
'Fuck me my David; fill me with your huge prick David: 
fuck me like a proper man David: rape me, David: hurt 
me, David, hurt me,' it went on and on. 

As I rammed into her I said, 'You fucking whore: 
fucking adulteress: unfaithful bitch: you deserve to be 
fucked like a dog.' 

'Yes,' she said, 'I do.' 

I pulled out of her and rolled off; I roughly turned 
her over and dragged her to her knees. She stuck her 
beautiful arse high into the air and I smacked it hard. 
She gasped, I smacked it again and then plunged my 
prick into her now gaping cunt. I fucked her hard, but 
not for long as I felt my control slip away. She gave a 
sharp intake of breath as I went deep into her to cum. 
I pulled back and let the whole lot go. I came so hard 
it hurt Martin. Paula said, over and over again, 'Fill 
me, fill me, fill me...' as I pumped cum into her. 

She collapsed under me and we lay still, she on her 
font with me lying lightly along her back. I love you 
David' she said softly. I said that I was feeling much 
the same way, not falling in love with Paula and out of 
love with my wife, just being in love with two people. 
'That sums up my feelings too,' she said. After a while 
she said, 'Come beside be, I want to tell you more 
about Martin.' I pulled out of your wife and moved 
beside her, turning on my back as I did so. She turned 
and lay in my arms. 

'What's it about?' I asked.

'Martin has started to say and suggest strange things,' 
she paused, 'I think he actually enjoys being like he 
is, small and an inadequate lover. He's gets his kicks 
from feeling humiliated.' She paused, 'Now it's 
becoming obvious.' 'How?' I asked. She said, 'When he 
cums before entering me, he goes on about how perhaps I 
should punish him by strapping his arse with his belt 
whilst telling him what a hopeless lover he is, and how 
he wouldn't blame me if I had a lover to turn to and 
came home and made him eat my lover's cum out of me.' 
All a bit near this I thought. 'Have you tried any of 
this?' I asked. 'Yes,' she said, 'it got a bit 
insistent so I gave it a try...he loves it.' 'Tell me' 
I said (a bit to eagerly I think)

She told me about when you came over the sheets before 
you got anywhere near her Martin. You started to go on 
about being strapped, so she snapped at you to lay face 
down on the bed. She said that whilst she took the belt 
from your jeans she noticed that you were trembling. At 
first, she only very lightly brushed you with the belt, 
but you very soon asked her to strike your arse harder, 
which she did. And then harder again; you squirmed, 
your arse got redder and Paula felt herself getting 
wet. 

As she realised this, she saw that the cheeks of your 
arse were clenching rhythmically; you were cumming 
again Martin, weren't you. She stopped strapping and 
looked down on you. 'Fetch your dildo Martin' she said, 
and up you got. Evidently you gave her the best fuck 
you'd given her for ages. She said you looked quite 
good with your black dick and your cum stuck to your 
thighs. She said how satisfied you looked to, as if 
you'd done a proper job of it at last.

She said that the belt gave way to a small cane and how 
you like to be left with stripes across you arse. 
Recently, now that you always cum ever so early, she 
tells me that you cry and kneel asking for forgiveness, 
and 'please don't cane me,' but Paula does cane you, 
because that's what you want really Martin, isn't it?

By the time your wife had told me all of this, I'd got 
another hard-on. Paula got up and went into the 
bathroom, returning with the small bottle of skin 
lotion that hotels give you. 'Lay on your back,' she 
said. I did, with my prick standing at a slight angle. 

Paula sat beside me, opened the bottle and squeezed out 
a good amount of the pink cream on the tip of my knob: 
it felt cold and smelt quite pleasant. She rubbed it 
gently over the length of my cock and then some more 
until I was covered in slippery lotion. She squeezed a 
large dollop of it on the end and then straddling and 
facing me. She reached behind her, steadied my prick 
with her fingers, and lowered herself until her arse 
engaged with the tip of my prick. She took her hand 
away, and started to impale herself on my prick. 

I held my breath, willing myself not to cum, she had 
her eyes shut in concentration. She eased herself off 
and then back on a couple of times to spread the 
lotion. As she eased herself down more, she breathed in 
sharply a couple of times. She stopped, 'I can't do it 
David,' she said, 'sorry, it hurts too much.' 

'It's alright,' I said, 'it doesn't matter.' 

She kept saying sorry as she reached behind her once 
more and, looking me in the eyes, slid her hand up and 
down my penis. She help it against the crack of her 
arse and buried it between the cheeks as I came. It 
felt bloody good Martin, cumming between the cheeks of 
your wife's perfect arse.

We got up and went to shower together, but before we 
did, she made me sit in the double bath. She then stood 
astride me and pissed all over my chest and legs. 
Believe me Martin, it is so sexy. We showered 
afterwards and went down to eat. The waiter and barman 
practically tossed off in public as they ogled at her 
incredibly short skirt. They gave me mixed looks of 
envy and hate in equal measure. They must have wondered 
what such a beautiful woman could see in a man clearly 
very much older than herself.

After dinner, we made love, slept some, woke up and 
made love again. In the morning we were late for 
breakfast (more dirty looks from the waiter). We packed 
our respective bags. Just before we were to leave the 
room; Paula lifted her skirt, laid down on the bed, 
pulled her knickers to one side and simply said' 'Fuck 
me David, please, hard and quick.' I did! She urged me 
deeper and locked her legs around me as I came. I 
rolled of and she reached for a tissue and placed it in 
her knickers. 'Don't want to leak all over the place' 
she said.

Now she had us both Martin.

The rest you know. You were pleased to see her home. 
She enticed you to bed, ensured that you came far too 
early (not difficult) and then asked you to go down on 
her before she caned you for being 'a naughty boy.' 
When you realised what you were tasting it was too late 
wasn't it Martin?. She clamped her thighs around you 
head and expressed my cum out of herself and into your 
mouth. 'I've found a real man,' she said, 'and I am 
going to tell you what I am going to do about it.' You 
cried, and begged her not to leave you.' She told you 
that she had no intention of leaving, but from now on, 
things will be different for the three of us. 

Evidently, your face was a picture! 'Three of us?' 

'Yes' she said, 'three of us; you're going to meet him 
very soon. Now, fetch your cane like a good boy and 
come back with my darling black penis on.'

To be continued...

*The author is, Mr. Blue Skies 
(mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk) I would be interested to 
hear about your views on this story and if you feel I 
should continue with part three

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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