Chapter 9 – The Game Is On – Part two
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The Game Is On
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Glancing sideways as I passed the house I could
make out the image of Elaine at our front door waving to me as I accelerated
and there, of course, was Jackson standing close behind her. I was past them in
a flash but I could see that he had his hand on her lower hip again – just
above the swell of her arse cheeks. He was taking charge – that much I saw. ‘I
have a surprise for you two.’ Once out of site of the house, I drove out onto
the Prince of Wales Road and then onto Shooters Hill Road at a much slower pace
than I had left (I had needed to give the impression to those two that I was in
a rush to get to work). Turning left on the roundabout, down the Prince of
Charles Road and then finally, and very slowly and coasting through the heavy
rain, I turned back into my road and parked the car while at the same time
making sure that the front door to my house had been closed. This meant, of course,
that Elaine and Jackson were now alone together.
I stepped out into the rain and stealthily crossed
the other side of the road to stand under a small tree where I could see the
front of my house. The curtains were still open and I could see them together
clearing up the dinner table, laughing and smiling as he passed her the plates
and utensils which she was obviously carrying into the kitchen for the
dishwasher. ‘All very domestic isn’t it my little tart!’
It was a warm night and the noise of the thunder followed
the flash by just a second which meant that the main part of the storm was just
five miles away. ‘Under a tree is a stupid place to be when lightning is
hitting the ground you Klutz!’ But I was beyond caring – my Wife was alone with
her Lover, and my plan was in action.
Eventually Elaine came back into the room and
stood before Jackson with a loving smile on her face; initially she went to put
her arms around his neck however she was clearly dissuaded by something Jackson
said to her. Moving away from him she went to the window and pulled down the
blind, thus preventing me from seeing directly into the room. Nonetheless the
clever little minx had not reckoned with the light shining directly behind her
and their silhouettes showed against the blind.
I held my breath on that warm and very wet night
as I watched their silhouettes move together and this time her arms did wrap
themselves around his neck and they kissed. Shadow or not, I could tell by the
shape of the outline that my Wife was kissing him and that this was no ‘peck on
the cheek’ – this was a full on tongue entangling exchange of fluids. This was
an unmistakeable Lovers’ ‘take me to bed’ kiss of undisguised passion.
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“Take me to bed Master.”
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Gently he pushed her away from him and I could
make out the shadow of Elaine bending her long swan-like neck to give Jackson
access to the straps of the thin dress. Big hands went to her shoulders and
moved gently down, sweeping the little straps away. The dress fell slightly but
caught on her breasts momentarily until her dominant Lover eased it from them
so as to allow it to fall gently to the floor. 'Oh Christ! Didn’t someone write
a terrible song about this a few years ago? ‘Shadows of love on the blind’ How
bloody corny is this?'
My Wife was naked in front of him. ‘Is this where
you get to put his weapon in your mouth you slut?’ But I was taken aback at
what happened next. From the shadows on the blind I could make out that Jackson
had bent over slightly to one side and with one motion he had lifted up Elaine
into his arms and kissed her once again. And that was the end of my
entertainment for that part of the night, because within seconds he carried her
to the door, the light in the room was extinguished and I was left in the dark,
in the rain, in a thunderstorm and alone. Alone! As another man carried my
beloved Wife upstairs to penetrate with his enormous cock. I think that this
was a more disconcerting moment than that of Sunday when she had disappeared
under the tower with him, because I was being cuckolded again but this time in
my own house. ‘For the first time?’ I wondered.
Thoroughly soaked, and still under that tree I
kept watch on the house and was not surprised when a dim light came on upstairs
at the back of the building. She had put our own bedroom light on but within a
minute the light extinguished and there was no other conclusion to for me to make
other than he was having her at that moment. 'Stay calm little cuckold. Your
time will soon come'.
I waited for what seemed like hours but was
probably no longer than fifteen minutes or so as the rain came down in stair
rods and the lightning flashed all around me. It seemed to be a night of
portent and extremes as I waited for the right moment. If I give the impression,
Dear Reader, of cold calculation and iron will in my execution of the plan you
would be wrong; that night I was a terrified little man, standing outside in
the rain in the sure knowledge that what I was about to do would change my life
forever. Courageous? – maybe. Stupid? –
almost certainly.
I looked at the face of my rain speckled my watch.
It was Time! ‘Get on with it Nerd!’ Splashing my way across the road through
the rising puddles I headed towards the alleyway between our house and our
other neighbours, Gwen and Charlie. With my hand against our yellowish ‘London
Brick’ wall to guide me in the pitch black night I eased myself past the
dustbins to our gate into the back garden. ‘Good! Elaine hasn’t thought to drop
the latch.’ Through the gate, over the flower beds and onto the patio next to
the Webber still warm from the barbecue. ‘So far so good. Keep going James!’
The patio door had been locked but I had accounted
for that – I had the spare key in my pocket so I unlocked the door and then
waited. Within less than a minute a dull rolling noise of thunder sounded a
mile or so to the west and as it rumbled I slid the patio door open. ‘They
won’t have heard that over the noise. I’m getting good at this. Perhaps I
should become a burglar.’
Moving slowly and very quietly I slipped away from
the dining room and into the lounge where Jackson had stripped my Wife bare and
carried her up to our bedroom. I don’t know why I went in there because it was
not on the route I needed to take for my plan. But something had drawn me to
that place and I felt a rush of emotion as I realised that I was standing in
the same spot where the love of my life had been willingly stripped naked by a
much bigger man than I, and had then allowed herself to be lifted in his strong arms
and taken upstairs to bed. Something seemed to snag my foot as I moved and
looking down I realised that – ‘Oh shit! I’m standing on her dress.’
It was then that I had the worst shock of my life.
The whole house lit up in a blinding flash accompanied by the loudest noise I
had ever heard in my life. The blind, the very same blind through which I had
witnessed my Wife’s disrobing lit up like a cinema screen. Its blank surface
showing no film that night other than the blinding light of a lightning strike
somewhere out in the road. My eyes could see nothing in the dark and my ears
rung with the noise of the strike, and it was a minute or two before my senses
returned to normality. It was then that I heard the first noise from upstairs.
As my hearing returned I could sense a dull
rhythmic squeak coming from over my head which, in my confused state after the
bang and the flash, I could not at first comprehend. But as I stood in that
room with water still dripping from my clothes I began to understand just what
it was; it was the springs and the headboard of our bed. Jackson and Elaine
were clearly having a very good time and I guess they had been so engrossed in
themselves that they had not heard (or cared about) the nearby lightning
strike. ‘Time for action cuckold!’
My soaking clothes made a trail of water across
the floor of the Lounge and into the hall to the bottom of the staircase, where
I waited for a moment to listen; that was when I heard my first voice from the
floor above. It was Elaine’s, but it was a different Elaine. This was a voice
in passion and ardour. It was the voice of a woman encouraging her Lover to
greater efforts while at the same time confirming his Mastery over her.
“Oh God Master! Oh My G ... Oh! Oh! Oh! ... od! Oh never
stop please my Love! You feel so big inside me. You feel so hot inside me. You
feel so good inside me.” ‘And I am inside the bloody house you Slut.’
“And am I welcome inside you?” came Jackson’s
gruff question to my Wife.
“Always and forever my Master. Whenever you want
me, I am yours. Totally! You know that don’t you Master? Please say that you
do.”
“I have known it since the day we met Elaine. Now
relax while I finish my sweet.”
My sodden socks and shoes made a squelching noise
on the stairs as I moved each foot to another step in time with every second
powerful thrust of Jackson’s big member in my Wife.
‘Thrust-Thrust/ squelch. Thrust-Trust/
squelch. Thrust-Thrust/squelch.’ ‘Flash/
bang/rumble – more close lightning.’ It was like something out of a horror film
sequence and I was the monster climbing slowly up the stairs.
As I reached the landing area at the top I could
see no light at all coming from our bedroom; although they had left the door
ajar the room was pitch black. Looking in from the landing I could see nothing,
not even the permanent yellow glow of London’s lights through the curtains,
that is until a flash of lightning nearby lit up the whole sky and the bedroom
was instantly bathed in a grey / blue light. The deafening crash of thunder
could not shock me any more from what I saw in that instant as the room lit up.
My Elaine was on all fours on the bed while
Jackson was driving himself deep into her ‘doggy fashion’. Her head was hanging
low as in a relaxed way because she knew that Jackson’s eruption was imminent.
The two of them were in the throes of sexual release and I was there to witness
it; just as I had done on Sunday afternoon. I felt a rush of emotion as I
looked yet again into that now dark room as the woman I love enjoyed the
thrusts of another man’s manhood.
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... as the woman I love enjoyed the thrusts of another man’s manhood. |
Another distant flash lit the room up again as he
continued with his ascent to the release of his seed. Primeval grunts from him
and feeble mewing noises from Elaine told me that their orgasm was very close
and as if on cue, a rumble of thunder and flash of lightning outside the house
was accompanied by a roar of conquest from Jackson and a squeal of orgasm from
her. A squeal I might add, that I had never before heard in such intensity as
that night. My Wife’s Lover’s seed was inside her yet again. And yet again I
had stood outside and watched it happen and had done nothing to stop it. ‘Cuckold
Wimp!!!!’ Clearly, that night, Jackson’s and my Wife’s
emotions were as one with the natural world around them. As the flashes and
bangs of the weather receded away across the river to Essex the two Lovers
collapsed on the bed, saying nothing but just curling up together in post
coital bliss.
For a good ten minutes they lay together speaking
softly out of my range of hearing. I could see very little except the general
outline of them both as they whispered, kissed and gently caressed each other
intimately.
Suddenly there was movement on the bed as Elaine
reached over to switch on the bedside lamp. The room was once again bathed in
light but this time it was a soft glow that seemed to match the mood of my naked
Wife and an equally naked Jackson.
“For Christ sake Jimmy. Stop lurking out there and
come in. We have one or two things to talk about, don’t you think?” Elaine’s
voice was soft and sympathetic, but it was also authoritative. So I did as I
was told – as always.
