Cuckold Chris?
The doorbell rang. We both stood and went to the door.
The doorbell rang. We both stood and went to the door.
“Hi,” said Chris, “all done?”
“Yeah,” replied John.
“You look knackered, Tracy been giving you a hard time?” There was something in his tone that rang alarm bells. A slight emphasis on the word hard I thought. Perhaps I was just being paranoid.
“Yeah, it’s this bloody tutor, Tracy thinks he’s too academic.”
“Well, I’m sure Tracy is more than capable of teaching you the practical side of things you need to know.”
“Yeah, she’s great. I’m learning a lot.”
“I bet you are!”
He knew! Fuck! It was in his voice, the tone. “Go and sit in the car son, I just want a word with Tracy.”
Shit, shit, shit. It wasn’t only that this might finish my time with John, but with Lizzie too. Nothing I could do, though. My mind was blank. The best I could think of was to brazen it out. Say he was wrong. My kimono was because I’d lost track of time and just got out of the bath. Horrendously lame, but what else could I do?
Chris watched his son get in the car and turned back to me, a broad grin on his face! Hardly what I’d expected. I invited him in and we stood in the hallway. “You don’t have to confirm or deny this, but if I were a betting man, I’d say John has been doing something a lot more interesting than discussing the finer points of some weird technical issue and, if so, all I can say is he’s a fucking lucky lad.”
I nearly fainted with relief! Before I could say anything, Chris continued. “I don’t think Lizzie suspects and for the moment I think it’s best left that way, but I’ll thank you for both of us. We were getting worried about John. He was becoming more and more morose and sinking deeper and deeper into his studies. Your extra curricula activities have made a man of him in more ways than one. Christ, not only have you brightened our sex lives, you’ve started John’s.
I could have kept quiet, let him continue with a sliver of doubt but it clearly was such a small sliver I felt it better to be open with him. It had the potential to help down the line with my fantasies. “Okay, fair cop guv,” I said, trying to keep it light, “you’ve caught me bang to rights with me pants down. Where’s the handcuffs? I’ll come quietly.”
“Mm, I doubt that. Remember, I’ve heard you coming first hand. Seriously, though, we’re indebted to you.”
“Hardly necessary,” I replied, “it’s not exactly a chore and I love what I’m doing with you and Lizzie too.”
“Ha, I’d love to know what you’ve been up to, but that’s not fair on either of you. I’ll just use my imagination. But regarding our trips, is there any chance I could ask a favour?”
“Ask away.”
“I think you’ve realised I desperately want Lizzie to go with another man. Is there any way you could arrange it?”
The question caught me on the hop.
“Er, not without her agreement. You’re not wanting her raped, are you?”
“Good god No! No, obviously she’d need to agree. What I wondered was if you could sort of push the idea more.”
“Have you discussed it with her?”
“Sort of. You know how it is. We’d be… having fun, let's say, and I’d float the idea and she’d reply about a big black man thudding into her or something.”
“So just fantasy stuff?”
“Yes, but I do think she has thought about it.”
“Mm. She has or you have?” I must be mad. Here I was trying to dissuade Chris from getting Lizzie fucked when I so, so wanted to see her do it.
“I think about it all the time, but yes, I’m sure she has, but I wouldn’t force her to do it. I want it to be something she desperately wants to do.
“I did try with that driver the other day, but she seemed adamant that she didn’t want him in. The car or her!”
“Yes, that was disappointing. But could you keep trying? Just gentle nudges?”
“Of course it’s fun. Have you any preference as to what sort of man? Young, old, black, white?”
“No. Hardly. Whatever she’d agree to. It would need to be someone who made her feel at ease, but I just need to see her taken.”
“Okay, I’ll see what I can do to help her make the decision, but it has to be hers. I’m not really the best person though, given my phobia. It might come better from a friend of mine who’s recently done it for the first time. She could describe the feeling it gave her.”
“Whatever. I’m in your hands. I’d be eternally grateful if you succeeded.” He gave me a peck on the cheek as if I’d agreed to buy a bunch of flowers for Lizzie on his behalf, not get her fucked by a stranger, and left. A germ of an idea had formed. I’m sure Lizzie and Mary would get on. I was excited by the idea of a three way party. Watch this space.
