Elizabeth York Pt. 04

It's funny really how my thoughts and ideas about it built over time. I never classed myself as a cuckold, in fact I find no joy in the term. I see myself more as a voyeur, interested in watching women get fucked. It just so happens my voyeurism is limited to just one woman and that one woman is my wife.

My name is Richard York and I have been married to Elizabeth for over thirty five years. I could kid you all and tell you it's been plain sailing but it hasn't. But we've managed to survive.

Elizabeth to me is more stunning now than she has ever been. Over the years the sharp edges of her personality have softened whilst at the same time her body has matured like vintage wine. She still possesses an hourglass figure with delicious heart shaped ass cheeks and colossal 38DD breasts which unbelievably still seem able to defy gravity.

Of course I tell her all the time how good she looks, how her body is fantastic. But I'm her husband, so she makes light of it. I can't tell you how frustrated I get especially as she can get me so aroused with just one kiss from those sensuous full red lips.

But it matters not, for I have a problem. And it's a big one. Well actually it's a little one. Not only do I have a below average sized cock, I also have great difficulty in getting an erection let alone maintaining one. Yes that's right folks ... I'm virtually impotent. I can sometimes get it up but I can't keep it there.

Unfortunately Elizabeth has had to put up with this for years now and it has certainly blunted her desires. So much so that she now shies away from any display of intimacy with me, no matter how much I plead with her otherwise.

What's the point she says. And who am I to disagree with her? I get frustrated at my inability too. But surprisingly our relationship has never been better now that sex no longer rears it's ugly head. It's one less thing to fall out over.

But she still looks fantastic and I would give just about anything to reclaim my matrimonial rights and grope her big tits and fuck the ass off her. In my head I am that strong, virile hunk of a man with the massive dick that gets to plunge it repeatedly into her tight, sexy little pussy giving her the fucking that her fabulous body so richly deserves.

* * *

I work away quite a bit and it can be deadly boring at night ensconced on your own in a hotel bedroom miles from home. I came across porn quite by chance. I was interested in reading an article about the pop group Simply Red who apparently were going to reform. I knew Elizabeth liked them and I thought we could go see them so went on-line to find out if they had any gigs lined up yet. Setting up my laptop on the hotel's Wi-Fi had been awkward and it messed up my settings. Well it must have done as somehow and don't ask me how, I ended up on RedTube. I clearly hadn't been using Google! I had no idea what it was to start off with but with my curiosity spiked it wasn't long before I started to watch porn most nights on my laptop. It certainly made them go by quicker and it was easy to fantasise it was me that was the well hung stud fucking women off all ages. I discovered what a MILF was and then began to get turned on by watching videos of wives supposedly cheating on their husbands.

And then there was the night of another breakthrough. I was searching the internet looking for a particular scenario that I thought would be rather titillating to watch when I discovered a website dedicated to random tales of erotic literature. The first story I read was actually quite well written and I was soon reading the stories avidly, getting more and more turned on with every one I read.

And then there was my eureka moment. I had just read another short story. This one was about a man who wanted to see his wife picked up and seduced by another man. It turned out out be a variation of a common theme. Invariably the husband or boyfriend wanted their partner to be fucked by another man and wanted to watch it happen if possible. That was their kick. To enjoy another person lusting after and enjoying what they had.

The problem for me though was that in some cases the husband in the story would be cuckolded. I had no idea what that was until I looked it up and then I read a few more stories before I realised that most involved the man becoming a submissive cuckold. I realised that it held no appeal to me if the wife knew about the set up or indeed welcomed it and knew that her husband would be watching or even participating. What aroused me the most was the story that depicted the husband setting up and then watching his wife's unwitting seduction and then her eventual betrayal of their wedding vows whilst all the time suffering from his conflicting emotions.

I carried on reading these stories for a number of weeks before I began to recognise that perhaps I too had this feeling of wanting to see my wife being seduced by another man. But whether I could bring myself to allow her to be fucked by this person, let alone without her knowing I was watching the dirty deed was another matter altogether.

But the thought that Elizabeth must be missing sex now I was incapable of providing it and that with a little devious encouragement she might possibly even welcome the chance to enjoy it again still annoyingly nagged away inside me. Even if I couldn't perform perhaps I could experience the vicarious thrill of watching her with another man.

It was a bit ying and yang and I was shocked at my own thoughts on the subject but I eventually suppressed them as fanciful and pushed them to the back of my mind.

* * *

It was Friday and we had been out for a drink at teatime. We hadn't done that for years but it was great. I love teatime drinking, straight from work. It's a different crowd in the pub for one thing.

Elizabeth had knocked back two pints of extremely strong lager, which was unusual for her and when we got home with a takeaway meal I opened a bottle of Rioja.

Two large glassfuls later and I could tell she was well pissed. The meal over, I started to wash up but we were messing about a bit with me trying to cop a feel of her breasts. Of course she was fending me off, so I contented myself instead with groping her ass cheeks. She didn't seem to mind me doing that.

"Oh I forgot to tell you, I ran into your ex the other day," I said as I gave her ass another squeeze.

"Really," Elizabeth replied without the slightest hint of curiosity.

"Well I suppose there's so many you'll not be able to remember them all ..." I paused hoping that she would bite and was disappointed when she didn't. Undeterred I forged on anyway.

"Yes, it was Martin if you want to know."

"Ugh," my wife exclaimed, her disdain for him clearly evident.

"Yes just think, you could be married to him right now ... although come to think of it you'd probably be divorced already.

"Probably true," she answered.

"Yes the love of your life ..." I added.

Martin had been her last boyfriend before I came on the scene. They parted ways when Elizabeth found out that he'd been dating someone else at the same time as her. It was obvious that he only wanted her for sex. Well that was my take on it anyway when she finally told me a bit about her past life. She'd always hinted that she had been a bit promiscuous when younger, far more than me but it didn't bother me in the slightest, or so I'd thought.

"He most certainly wasn't!" she bristled.

"Oh no, that was what's his name wasn't it, your first boyfriend. Who was it again?"

"John," she answered instantly.

"Oh yes ... John." I smiled waiting for her to tell me the same thing she told me every time his name cropped up, which actually wasn't that often.

"I was young and I was hurt when he dumped me for ... for that cow! Anyway, did I tell you that he's gross now, really fat and so is she, the miserable bitch!" she finished maliciously.

I laughed. Nearly forty years had passed and she still held a grudge.

"Maybe so but it doesn't change the fact that he IS the love of your life! It's okay. I'm not upset or anything!" I was teasing her. I knew she loved me but I also knew that no matter what she said, I was most definitely NOT the love of her life.

"No darling ... of course it's you ... it's always been you, you know that!"

"Yeah right!" I laughed. She giggled in response.

"Anyway," I said, "wasn't it Martin who had the biggest cock you'd ever had? That must be something you've missed?" This wasn't my insecurity showing, it was something that we'd talked about briefly a long time ago but due to my recent fantasy feelings I thought I would bring it up again to try and provoke a reaction.

"What are you talking about!" She fended it off quite easily. "He might have been but I can't remember, it's so long ago but it doesn't matter anyway because I chose you. Besides he was a pig as well."

"Yeah I know you did sweetheart but I just thought you must miss it. You know, they do say that all women fantasise about getting fucked by men with big cocks!"

"Oh I don't think that's true and if you're going to talk like that then I'm going to bed." She moved up to give me a quick peck on the lips. My hand closed round one of her massive orbs and and I gave it a loving squeeze.

"Get off," she said. She was smiling but she still shrugged me off. "Goodnight!" she said firmly. I watched as she closed the kitchen door behind her.

I washed up and dried the pots and put them away. I idly flicked through the different channels on the television. So much choice, so much dross. I decided to join my wife in bed. To sleep of course. But it was when I went to switch the television off that I first heard the strange sound.

I cocked my head to one side, straining to make out what the noise was and where it was coming from. I decided that it was the neighbours cat. Bloody thing, I growled to myself, always in our garden making a mess. Even the new fence didn't keep it out. Locking the back door, I switched off the kitchen light and went into the hallway.

There it was again. A strange mewling sound. I cocked my head again and listened intently. There it was again but louder.

It struck me immediately and I knew what it was. I crept up the stairs, praying that I would miss the steps that creaked. I came to our bedroom door and slowly peered round.

Elizabeth was laid in bed, the bedclothes half off and half on. Her knees were up and I could clearly see one hand in between her legs working violently away while her other was squeezing and manipulating her massive boobs, slipping easily from one to the other, making sure she was giving equal attention to both.

Her lips were parted and she was letting out small gasps of pleasure as she masturbated herself towards her release.

I could feel the pre cum seep out of my flaccid cock. Whilst I couldn't get an erection, everything else still functioned properly.

I watched mesmerised as she frigged herself relentlessly, her fingers pushing in and out so quickly that her pussy was now making obscene squelching noises. Her other hand continued to work on her large breasts, her fingers pulling at her swollen and erect nipples. Her hips started to move faster and faster as she started down the path to her eventual orgasm.

As she bucked and writhed in our bed she came. It was a whimper not a roar as she shoved her hand into her mouth to stifle her cries of passion. Her body was racked with pleasurable mini aftershocks as she continued to quietly moan and writhe about under the covers.

Finally she was still. She sighed deeply before turning over onto her side. This was the precursor to her slumber. It was over and I was a physical wreck.

I replayed it in my mind but this time all I could visualise was some well hung stud lying between her legs and slamming his big dick into her over and over again as she screamed bloody blue murder.

I felt a knot of arousal in the pit of my stomach followed by an irrational flash of fear. I let out a long, quiet sigh and made my way downstairs to think about what I had just witnessed.

* * *

A few days passed by and I was once more away on a business trip. As I lay on top of my bed in the hotel room I pondered over recent events. I'd just read another short story about a man allowing his wife to be picked up by a stranger. They had an agreement that they wouldn't let it go too far but it had. His wife had been fucked and the husband, even though it was his fault, wasn't sure if he could cope with the jealousy he now felt.

I sat back against the wall, propped up with my pillow behind me and pondered on this and my own feelings.

There was no doubt the story had affected me. For one thing my cock was stood rigidly to attention. Not that it made any difference. If it went anywhere near a woman's pussy the erection would vanish in a nano second!

But it was my emotions that had me nervously excited. I realised that the idea of watching my wife being fucked by another man was turning me on. I chewed on my lower lip as I wrestled with my feelings.

I tried to rationalise my thoughts. The idea of it was clearly a massive turn on when you were detached about it but would I be able to cope with the reality of the situation if I went ahead with fulfilling my fantasy. And even if I did want to fulfil my fantasy, how would I go about it? Too many questions and nowhere near enough answers.

I shook my head and laughed at myself. It WAS a fantasy. What was I thinking? Idiot!

But still ...

In my mind I was sat at the kitchen table watching my wife fuss around making dinner. As usual when at home she was wearing a form fitting tee shirt that showed off her considerable charms and a pair of skinny jeans. She had just come in and was still wearing her high heels. As normal for her she looked great.

As she prepared the salad over the sink I visualised a man coming up behind her and groping her boobs as she worked. He was pressed tightly against her body forcing his crotch into the gap between her ass cheeks. In my mind she threw her head back and closed her eyes as she let this man fondle and grope her.

She dropped something on the floor and as she bent down to pick it up her jeans pulled tightly across her ass cheeks highlighting the fact that they were perfectly heart shaped. And then she was naked from the waist down when the hunk in my fantasy stood behind her as she bent over, his big cock wedged firmly between her ass cheeks and buried balls deep inside her wet and willing pussy. And then he fucked her. Fucked her hard. And she screamed.

Back in my hotel room I exhaled deeply as my hand crept down to release the mini bulge in my trousers. Unzipping myself I pulled out my semi erect cock and wanked myself off into a tissue.

* * *

It was a couple of weeks later and I was in my office catching up on some long overdue paperwork when my boss came in.

"Morning Richard, I'd like you to meet Adam North." He turned to introduce the person with him. "He's starting today and I was wondering if you could take him under your wing and show him the ropes?"

I looked from my boss to our new starter. Adam was reasonably good looking, seemed quite muscular in a hunky sort of way and appeared to be in his early twenties.

He seemed eager to please but he was a quick learner and over the forthcoming weeks we forged quite a bond as we got to know each other.

When he found out I still played squash he challenged me to a game.

"You've got to be kidding me," I said, "you're much younger than me."

"Maybe so but perhaps I'm not very good?" His reply laid down the challenge and a couple of weeks later we played a game.

I more than held my own to begin with but his youthfulness finally told and he ran out an easy winner.

The men's changing room showers were communal and whilst I tried hard not to look I couldn't help but notice his cock when we both exited the showers at the same time. I was stood drying myself and Adam was unashamedly making no attempt to hide his private parts as he towelled himself dry. It was embarrassing. His cock was flaccid but still looked to be twice as big as mine when it's erect; both in length and thickness. I averted my gaze and hoped he would soon be dressed.

"Fancy a drink?" he asked as we left the changing rooms.

"Sure why not," I replied.

We entered the bar at the squash club and Adam got us both a pint of lager. We sat at a table and I watched as Adam surveyed the room. There were a couple of young women in the bar sitting on the other side of the room. Adam nodded in their direction. I heard them giggle.

"Do you always get that reaction?" I asked intrigued by the girls reaction to Adam. It was something that had never happened to me.

"Pretty much," he shrugged nonchalantly.

I could see the girls were preening themselves a bit, sitting up straighter, pushing their boobs out, anything to attract his attention.

"They seem up for it," I said jokingly.

"Yeah, looks that way," he replied as he took a long drink from his pint glass.

"So ... do you want me to leave so you can go chat to them. After all you're not going to get far if I'm here cramping your style."

"No it's okay Richard. I'm not into young girls at the moment."

He paused and I was definitely intrigued by this last comment.

He blushed as he realised he'd stopped talking and that his implication was that he ...

"I'm not gay or anything like that," he explained hastily, "I like women but at the moment I'm more interested in the more mature ladies."

My heart jumped into my mouth.

"You do!" I blurted out quickly, "Why?"

He looked at me, clearly a little bit shocked at my reaction.

"Oh I'm sorry, excuse me for prying. If you don't want to tell me I'll understand but I was just a bit surprised, that's all." I picked up my pint of lager and took a long drink. Anything to hide my embarrassment.

He face contorted into a grimace as he wrestled with the words before he opened up.

"Look Richard, I can tell you that I can get all the pussy I need with no problem." He paused. "I know that probably sounds a bit pompous but it's true." He took a drink.

"I hope you don't mind me talking to you like this?" he added

"No, no you're okay, it's fine."

"Cheers. Well the thing is that young pussy is okay but it's too easy. They give it up so readily that there's no challenge. So what I've been doing to spice it up a bit is to target only married women and at the moment the particular emphasis is on the more mature ladies."

He smiled enigmatically. "My aim is to sweet talk them out of their panties and give them a right good fucking!"

"You're kidding right?" I was sat with my mouth wide open in amazement. "So this plan of yours ... it works?"

"Oh yeah, like a dream, every time."

"Surely not ... what every time?"

"Yep."

"So how do you do it?" I was really curious now.

"I just seduce them."

"Nah," I scoffed, "that can't possibly work with all of them. There must be some who can resist you?"

"Nope!"

"Okay, okay," I said, "Take my wife then. There's no way you could seduce her. She's been round the block a few times and there's no way she would be susceptible to your charms. She'd see through you straight away."

"Don't be too sure," Adam smiled, "I've found that ALL women are susceptible. It's just a matter of finding the key to unlock them, that's all."

All of a sudden my stupid head kicked in. Perhaps here was a way of living out even just a small part of my fantasy.

"I don't believe you. I tell you what I'll have a bet with you. I'll bet that you can't get anywhere with my wife. How about that!" I stated assuredly although my heart was now pounding heavily in my chest.