Bad Girls Have Better Sex - Sex Stories. Sarah Ann Miller
I was a snob, and also hung up on the pornographic idea of a hot wife. Yes Nora was common, and had been around the block a few times and drank to much, but I realised that no one had ever turned me on as much as she did.
I had always known that for me, deep down for a true cuckold relationship to happen that real love had to be involved. After all for me the cuckold craves the pain of his wife being unfaithful and enjoying sex more with someone else. A cuckold must in some way feel humiliation and to get his enjoyment from that.
I also realised that when I signed that marriage certificate, that I would be signing away my life. There would be no turning back if I couldn’t handle it in the long run. Nora would be able to ruin me and take half of my new company and everything I owned.
But as I thought of Nora, I realised that I did truly love her. She made me happy, and was not judgemental of me and my kinks. And please do not get me wrong, I may give the impression that Nora is a skank. Well at times she does look and act like a skank, but that is only because it is of her choosing. She enjoys the look of slightly sexy clothing and the looks that gets her. She also likes the sort of men that attracts. But with a touch of makeup and some different clothes Nora could be judged beautiful I am sure, it is just that she is comfortable in the way she looks and acts. And I realised I wouldn’t have her any other way.
Ben had gone when I got back, and Nora was flicking through stuff on my laptop. She jumped up as I walked in, and we held each other and embraced. As I held her sexy satin clad body I could smell Ben’s cum on her breath. Our lips met and as our tongues mashed together the taste of his cum dominated my thoughts.
I decided that I needed to treat my bride to be, and as I no longer had a job to go to I thought it would be a good idea to go shopping for the rings. We changed our clothes and drove to the city. It was nice holding hands, and walking the streets together. It felt good to be doing something normal and loving when the rest of our relationship was so messed up and kinky.
Nora looked happy and content window shopping, and I felt more calm and relaxed than I had in a long time. We stopped for a coffee in one of the many Starbucks. Just before we left I went to use the toilet. Nora stopped me, and slipped me my cock cage “here hunni put this on for me, and bring me back the key.“ I did as she asked and we continued our shopping spree buying her a few nice outfits on the way.
Nora had a strange smile on her face, which made me think she had something in mind. I would have to wait a while before finding out what it was though, as we found a nice jewellers and went in.
We were served by a nice young girl, and we soon found the rings that Nora liked. They were not cheap, but then Nora had just earnt me five grand. Nora then asked to see the ankle bracelets, and the blonde assistant Shelly, who only looked to be 20 opened the display case and put a tray on the counter.
Nora soon found one she liked the look of, and asked to try it on. Shelly agreed and brought it around to a seated area where she motioned Nora to sit. Kneeling on the floor, Shelly opened the clasp and went to put it around Nora’s right ankle. Nora stopped her and asked her to put it on her left ankle. Shelly looked quizzically at first, but Nora smiled at her and I think she understood the significance of the left ankle, as I saw her blush.
Nora thought it fitted quite well, and asked if she could have a small alteration made. Shelly said it would not be a problem, and asked what Nora wanted doing. It was my turn to blush, as Nora handed Shelly the key to my cock cage. A large grin appeared on Shelly’s, face so it was obvious she knew that having an ankle bracelet on the left ankle was a sign to others.
“Yes Shelly I have it locked away” explained Nora. I felt so humiliated, here was my wife to be, calmly telling this young girl that I was in chastity. Shelly smiled, and said that she thought it sounded cool. Shelly said that it would take a few days to have the key put on the chain of the anklet, and hoped it would not be to much of an inconvenience for me.
Red faced I left the jewellers with Nora. We decided we were hungry and soon found a nice restaurant for lunch. We had a nice meal, and a chat and thought through the upcoming wedding. We divided up who was in charge of what part of the day and how we wanted it.
We headed home, and Nora carried on looking at all my stuff on my laptop as I took a sleep. After tea, Nora texted her friends, and arranged to meet them in the pub. Nora went to shower and change, coming back down the stairs in a short leather skirt with a studded belt at the top and a black mesh top which clearly showed off her breasts.
I showered too, and got ready to go out. Nora was already on the wine when I entered the lounge and I took a glass, and a moment to admire my gorgeous wife to be. We finished our drinks and got ready to leave, Nora slipped on her patent heeled shoes and a leather jacket and we made our way to the pub.
Angela and Sandra were already there in their usual seats, and I went to the bar and ordered the drinks. Taking the drinks I joined the group of giggling girls. Angela and Sandra looked at the bottle of champagne I had bought and wondered what it was for. I let Nora make the announcement and there was a lot of hugging and kissing between the three girls.
Things settled down, and as we sipped the champagne, Nora showed off her engagement ring. The girls practically ignored me as they chatted about the wedding. Angela’s boyfriend Liam joined us and we ended up at the bar leaving the girls chatting. We were surprised when the girls came over and told us that they were going to carry on celebrating at the local nightclub.
Liam and I watched them go, noticing how hot they looked, Angela especially looked nice in a little black lacy see thru baby doll type dress, which underneath showed her lime green underwear. Sandra too was quite a catch in a tight black lycra, little black dress which showed off her big boobs. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach knowing that if they wished, they could all easily pull in that nightclub.
Liam got me quite drunk, but I managed to stagger home still checking my phone for any texts from Nora. I was hoping for some reassurance that she was ok and despite my cuckold fantasies hoping that she wasn’t fucking anyone tonight.
The alcohol had caught up with me, and I fell into bed and was soon sleeping off the alcohol. I was woken by the toilet flushing, and the thud of Sandra’s platform boots on the landing. I lay there for a short while, gathering my thoughts, but I was curious to what might be happening downstairs. I pulled on a pair of boxers, and quietly edged my way to the lounge door.
I stood there listening, I could hear the girls, and some male voices. I was shocked that Nora may have brought guys to our home especially in front of her friends.
I was starting to think that I had bitten off more than I could chew. And starting to have some doubts over my new lifestyle choices. But, I was still intrigued to what was happening in that lounge.
I had a sudden flash of a plan. I knew, that when the lights were on in the lounge, you couldn’t see out onto the patio, so long as the security light did not come on. Silently I moved to where the fuse box was and switched off the security light.
I slipped out through the kitchen door, and onto the patio, quietly I made my way to the edge of the patio doors. The first thing I saw was Angela, drunkenly deep throating a guy who was sat in one the sofas. Sandra, was licking and sucking on the hairy balls of a guy that was sat next to him.
Nora, I found, by moving to the edge of the other door was on all fours with a large built guy behind her. Her face was covered in sweat, and she looked to be in pain. The guy was really slamming into her, and through the glass I could just hear the slapping sound of skin on skin.
I saw him pull out of Nora and roll her on to her back. I could now see why she looked to be in pain. His cock was not only longer than mine, but much, much thicker. Pushing her leather skirt out of the way he plunged his cock straight to the hilt into Nora’s cunt.