Send Me A Postcard: Cuckold Story – Extract
I think this is a really good story. Good because it is evry well written for a start. And good because it delves into the situation and the characters in some depth. There it is much more satisfying that the all-too-common ‘erotica-by-numbers. The people involved are real characters with emotions and needs. Their marriage is a real marriage not some unlikely fantasy of a solitary writer. This is writing which blurs the distinction between erotic and mainstraem writing. Quality counts!
The problem with holiday websites, Sophie reflected as she shifted in her seat, was that the exotic imagery and artwork often belied the drabness of the resort itself. Even supposedly reliable websites seemed to promise much but all too frequently delivered little. Her seat, meanwhile, moaned softly as Sophie shifted, his thoughts far removed from any holiday destination – no matter how beautiful. He was focussed entirely on his task, his tongue lapping hungrily and eagerly
against his wife’s genitalia, unceasing in his need to please. However, for that brief moment as Sophie had shifted, causing the pressure on her husband’s face to intensify, he had broken one of her rules and had emitted a deep pleasure filled moan. He had been told many times that he must express neither pleasure nor pain without permission. Sophie’s response was immediate. Without her eyes leaving the computer screen,
she reached round and grabbed her husbands’ balls, squeezing them hard.
“No noise, baby. I’m trying to concentrate” she soothed.
Instinctively, Bruce – for that was how the seat was otherwise known – opened his mouth wider in order to scream, the effect merely allowing his wife to grind her labia further into him. Knowing that the noise – albeit stifled – would be likely to increase momentarily, she relaxed her grip on his balls and carried on scrutinising the website.
I don’t think RM likes it too hot’ she ruminated aloud.
It was a slightly pointless statement as Bruce had no hope of replying and wasn’t permitted to make any audible acknowledgment anyway. He simply continued to lick away, his tongue aching from 30 minutes relentless activity. He lay on his wife’s bed, his bare feet resting on the pillows, his head a few inches from its foot. This inverted state provided Sophie with her favourite piece of furniture, while she worked at the lap top placed on the dressing table in front of the bed. There was something particularly intoxicating about using her husband’s debit card on an extravagance whilst pleasuring herself on him. If she could time it right, the moment of climax would be saved for the moment she clicked the mouse on ‘Pay now’.
‘When we werediscussing it, I remember him saying that he preferred a milder climate’.
She clicked away from the 14 day ‘holiday of a lifetime’ to the Dominican Republic and looked for something perhaps a little less exotic. She sensed her husband’s fatigue beneath her.
“Faster you useless piece of shit!”
Mostly Sophie spoke quietly to her husband but occasionally it amused her to shock him with a harsh rebuke. It also served to remind him that the pace of his service was something that Sophie would determine, not him. Bruce duly obliged, forcing his aching tongue into more frenzied activity….
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