*First two parts of a story I am writing with a strong cuckolding theme. It is slightly longer than what I usually write, so bear with me. I will update as and when I have time. It’s a slow build-up, some action starts from part 2. Part 1 is more of a prologue. Cross posted on my profile too as backup.*
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Part 1 – Apple
London 2016
Laurence Claremont had never found the time to marry. At least that’s what Laurence told everyone who ventured to ask. And most believed him, because he was and always had been a busy man. After whizzing through the best private schools and universities that his father’s money could buy, he was now an up-and-coming financier in the City. In his early thirties, he had made partner at an austere merchant bank that could trace its roots back to pre-Napoleon Europe. And then, not even thirty-five, he had set up his own private equity firm and built it into a force to be reckoned with over these past five years.
So it made sense to his friends, colleagues and business partners that he was still single. Every now and then, they saw him at a gala or a fundraiser with a woman on his arm, usually a model or an actress or someone with unusually high cheekbones they had never seen before and would never see again. They assumed he was sowing his wild oats before settling down in his 40’s, as masters of the universe are wont to do. They assumed that he slept with these women, but no one was really close enough or brave enough to ask him about it. So everything remained guesswork and the world assumed he was getting his rocks off somewhere.
Except his mother, Emma Claremont, knew better. Not just because she was his mother – they had never been close that way. Growing up, mostly the nannies had handled him. And then when she started living with Sol a few years after his father passed on, they grew even more distant. No it wasn’t her mother’s instinct that gave her any special insight into Laurence, although there was that one time … but more on that later. Rather, it was her special powers for which her first husband, Robert, and now Sol found her irresistible.
For Emma had a keen sense for gauging people’s sexual desires, at times when even they themselves could not fully comprehend or express those desires. It was a gift that she had put into great use for her life partners. Robert had adored her when they first met at university, but it was after they had been together for a year that he found her intoxicating and sexually irresistible. She had, without any sort of prompting, mapped out the secret coves and lagoons of his deepest desires. He called her The Conductor and you could hear the capitalisation. She drew out and, eventually, met every single one of his complex carnal appetites. Robert proposed two days after graduation and they were inseparable until his untimely death from cancer fifteen years later.
Laurence was then only thirteen. Robert had left behind a thriving business, so they did not want for money. Emma went into a deep mourning and it was only two years later, when Sol decided to move their business permanently from Istanbul to London that she re-emerged into society once more. It took her another few years to even start feeling like herself, years when everything felt “one step forward and two steps back”. Sol was with her throughout. She was at first grateful for his company, then for his love and support, and eventually she too grew to love him.
Over the years, she once again resumed her role as The Conductor, although Sol had long preferred to call her the Sorceress. He knew well of her ability to enchant, having observed Robert and her at close range over the years. Emma did not have to spend too much time exploring Sol’s sexual desires when they got together. She had known his proclivities for years, ever since she had chosen Sol to be her lover, to give Robert his ultimate wish: for her to cuckold him.
And now she surmised, despite her son’s distant, sullen behaviour towards her and his constant evasions, that the apple had not fallen far from the tree.
Part 2 – Turkish Delights
Istanbul 1984
After the constant drizzle in London, Emma felt grateful for the warmer weather in Istanbul after a few days. On the flight over and for the first day or two, she felt that constant mix of anxiety and guilt at having left Laurence with her parents. It was the first holiday abroad for her since Laurence was born. Robert had insisted she accompany him on this business trip.
After a few days of calling her mom every hour, she finally felt relaxed. As did Robert and his business partner Suleiman. They were celebrating their new business venture on a terrace overlooking the Bosphorus. The champagne flowed freely. Emma felt positively giddy, but it wasn’t just her third glass of champagne, but seeing Robert so happy.
Neither Robert nor Suleiman came from money. That’s why they relished their successes, no matter how small. And tonight they were celebrating something truly massive. They had agreed the rights to develop luxury hotels, resorts and the odd casino all along pristine untouched seaside, where the roads were just being built. Once generous tax incentives were factored in, both men knew they were essentially being paid to own assets that could change their fortunes. Maybe their grand-childrens’ as well. They expected to break ground within the month. That had been part of the appeal for the government. This enterprising, if unlikely, duo had the confidence and speed of successful young men.
Emma had long heard of “my friend Sol”. He was the only friend Robert had outside of school, university and various rugby teams. They had met the summer Robert worked in Greece as a bartender before meeting Emma. As he told her later on, one night after work, a group from the bar went down to the beach to keep drinking. Robert joined them. After a few hours, the fires were still burning bright and the songs were getting louder. Then local policemen arrived shouting at them. A quarrel ensued. Tempers frayed, someone threw a punch and a fight broke out. Utter pandemonium for a few seconds, fists and batons everywhere. And then the sirens – more police in cars arrived. This was now serious.
Out of nowhere, a wiry thin young man grabbed Robert from the back and wrestled Robert away from the fray. They both ran up to the road that led to the next village, away from the cars. Robert’s path home or to the bar was now cut off. The wiry man was Suleiman, or “Sol” as he liked to be called. A Turk who was staying with his baker uncle and his family in the small sea side town. He invited Robert to stay there overnight in his accented English. Robert was grateful. They smoked weed on the roof while the rest of the family slept, talking about their lives and women.
Robert kept in touch with him after he returned to England. Eventually they went into business together just before Laurence was born. They were both loyal men and sensed a loyalty in each other. After marrying, Robert travelled extensively across the continent for work and they had nights out in European cities big and small like they were single men, sometimes getting into fights. Sol, still single, usually brought a girl home. Robert, ever faithful to his intoxicating wife, called home late at night and early in the evening in London.
“So when do I get to meet this Sol?” Emma was known to ask in her flirtatious voice over the phone before saying such sexy, filthy things to him that he almost came without touching himself.
It was around this time that Laurence was born and they were both in and around home for a few years. Then Robert started travelling for business again, and she finally got to meet Sol this trip. A perfect gentleman, about the same height as Robert, but slightly more tan with dark hair. Emma found herself at a loss trying to get the measure of the man – sexually speaking. Instead, she felt instantly the bonds of loyalty that Robert had mentioned so often. Suddenly, this foreign city she had never been to, felt like home away from home.
Now, a few days later, as they partied with friends and strangers alike, Sol became less inscrutable to Emma. She sat languidly beside her husband, her elbow resting on his shoulder, her bare arms glistening in the late afternoon sun, and her eyes darting between the two men. They were among friends and colleagues and strangers, other patrons of the bar.
Emma observed him closely as the evening wore on. She had finished four glasses of champagne by then, and was playing with Robert’s hair. Sol’s eyes betrayed his lust, but it was also a very targeted gaze. He did not look at friends’ wives or girlfriends. He was scrupulously lusting after the girls hanging around by themselves or with other men outside their group. That loyalty again. His gaze wandered, from girl to girl, never lingering too long, taking in their contours. Emma began to get a good read when he wanted a girl. Yes he wanted her alright, the curvy blonde in the shimmering blue dress. And her slim brunette friend with the rather pert bottom too. Oh yes definitely. Here was a man who wanted to spread his seed far and wide, without betraying his friends’ trust of course.
When Sol went to the bar, she whispered into Robert’s ear, nodding over to the other side of the terrace, “Sol wants those two.”
Robert flushed, embarrassed at the thought of what he would call ‘an orgy’. He tried to play it cool, asking, “What? Both of them?”
“Mmhmm. Don’t be embarrassed darling, you know it happens.”
He knew that tone and began to get hard at the thought that his wife, that innocent English girl he had met at university might know of such perverted things.
“Perhaps… perhaps you could arrange it for him, darling? Work your magic?” he asked.
Emma considered it with a playful, naughty smile. “And what do I get in return, darling?”
“Oh anything you want! I just want to see my brother-in-arms happy!”
“Do I get to play with my good, little boy later on?” she whispered into his ear, hands on his thighs, “Do I get to milk him completely dry hmmmm?”
“If you’re not careful,” Robert whispered back, trying not to lose self-control in public, “You might just dry him out right now!”
She moved away with a smile as Sol came back with the drinks. “I’ll see what I can do,” she said and walked away.
“Where’s she off to?” Sol asked.
Robert shrugged feigning ignorance. A couple of waiters brought fresh drinks and left them on the tables in the middle of their reserved part of the terrace. Their little party, the lawyers, bankers and accountants who had accompanied them, left their seats and gathered round the ice bucket, grabbing bottles or pouring themselves another glass of champagne. Robert joined them, while Sol hung back at the edge of the terrace lighting a cigarette.
After making small talk with the lawyers over drinks, Robert came back to their seat to find the two girls had joined them too.
“Ladies this is Robert, my husband,” Emma introduced him with a knowing smile.
They both greeted in accents that sounded vaguely Mediterranean without him being quite able to place exactly where. They made small talk with husband and wife, but they reserved girly giggles for Sol. He flirted with them in turns as the night wore on. Emma made sure the drinks kept flowing. The girls turned out to be Italian flight attendants. Sol spoke broken Italian and they found this immensely funny for some reason Robert could not quite fathom. The party faded away but the five of them stayed back on the terrace, taking in the cool evening air, drinking more champagne and nibbling away at a constant stream of Turkish delicacies.
Throughout the evening, Emma kept up her constant teasing, “They both want him. I can almost feel the heat between their legs darling. God I bet those silky Italian panties are soaking right now!”
Robert had been feeling the heat from her body right next to him. Combined with the sweet, musky scent of sweat and perfume from her underarms, the poor man was trying his best not to get fully erect in public. Meanwhile Sol just sat there calmly, a picture of confidence with his legs spread wide open and two beautiful women on either side. If he was turned on, it didn’t quite show.
When the girls excused themselves to powder their nose, they invited Emma to join them. She got up too but not before leaning forward towards Sol and whispering, “They both want you. Go for it Tiger!”
Sol laughed like a naughty little boy who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Robert was confused, having been quite distracted by Emma’s shenanigans. “What did she say?” he asked Sol.
“Oh man, your wife is a naughty one – very observant though!”
“Yeah she does have a keen eye!” Robert laughed.
“Well… I’ve not been making a move on the girls in front of her because I didn’t want to look like a fool in front of her, but she seemed to know anyway,” Sol replied.
“Know what?”
“That I want both of them… oh brother have you seen the tits on Angela!? And the ass on the other one… what’s her name, Rosa?”
Robert laughed loudly at his friend’s coarseness.
Sol continued, “But the real problem is… I’m still not sure that’s what they want. If I suggest anything, it might be a disaster! Drinks in my face disaster! You gotta get Emma away soon Rob – leave me with a clear field to make a fool of myself!”
“Emma’s on your side, Sol,” Robert said with a knowing smile, “If you’re after both of them, she’s your best ally at the moment.”
Sol raised an eyebrow and laughed some more. He wasn’t sure how seriously to take that. Maybe this was just the alcohol talking.
But then their conversation stopped as the ladies came back from the washroom and sat down on either side of the men, with Emma in the middle of it all on the large crescent shaped couch. The Italian girls giggled and helped themselves to more drinks. Rosa, who was next to Robert, leaned across so Emma could hear her and said loudly to him, “You are a very lucky man to have such a charming, charming wife!”
“And he knows it too, my dear Rosa! Don’t you my darling?” Emma continued in her playful vein.
She then leaned over towards Sol and whispered into his ear, “They both want you Tiger, and they’re not afraid to share tonight!”
Sol was taken aback completely. “What?” he asked, incredulous.
Her eyes dazzled and suddenly he understood the intense fascination with which Robert had always spoken about his wife. She said, “I asked them in the washroom. They’re cool with it. Now man up and ask them! Robert and I are going to bed anyway!”
And then, like a conductor bringing in different sections to play her erotic opera, she bid the others goodnight and led Robert away. Their car waited downstairs to take them to the hotel. She said nothing in the car. .She brought Robert’s head towards her, to rest it on her shoulder and take in her scent. It drove him crazy. He started kissing her in the lift, but she pushed him away.
“Be a good boy and wait for the room,” she said, and then added sternly, “OK … my boy?”
“Yes,” he replied, his voice quavering.
“Yes what my boy?”
The lift door opened and a bellhop waited there. He got out of the way promptly as they walked past. Robert keyed in and held the door open for Emma. He locked the door behind him and then, as if he could finally exhale, he said, “Yes Miss Em.”
“Mmmmm,” she said indulgently, stroking his chin and giving his nose a little peck, “Good little cucky!”
She shrugged out of her dress and stood there in her black lingerie set as it fell on the ground. Her curves were a bit more rounded since the birth of their son, her veiny breasts fuller, her pink arms and thighs slightly rounder, but her body remained supple. The real change had been to her hips and ass – they had rounded out nicely, signalling her journey towards being a proper matron. Her cheeks, he noticed when she turned around, remained firm and tight however.
“Strip cucky,” she ordered nonchalantly.
She sat down on the edge of the bed, lit up a cigarette, took a drag and said, “I want to speak to you about tonight.”
“Yes Miss Em! Right away!”
She inspected her nails, the smoke rings she was blowing and then started studying the hotel magazine. He was naked and in position within half a minute, standing at attention by her side, fully erect and within easy reach if she wanted to give it a tug. She cast an uninterested glance at his erection and tightened balls.
“Oh my, we’ve been having naughty thoughts all evening, have we?” she asked, in just the right tone of voice, that almost perfect mixture of matron and lover, that he almost came right there and then.
He could barely bring himself to say, “Well… I… I couldn’t help myself Miss Em.”
“Yeesssss,” she said archly elongating the vowel, running a finger between his balls, underneath his shaft, all the way to the tip. Robert’s dick strained and jerked in response.
“Were you turned on by all that Italian totty?” she asked.
“No, no” he made his denial vehemently but his cock got harder as she curled her fingers around his shaft.
“No? That’s not what your cock is saying!”
“Well yes Miss Em but it was mostly watching you in action,” he mumbled.
She smiled and started rubbing his shaft. She continued to tease, “Watching me in action how?”
“Giving Sol the orgy he wanted so badly,” he gasped out.
“Mmmm… pleasing another man and not you eh? Is that all you wanted Miss Em to do for Sol?”
He kept quiet. Emma jerked him off harder, rougher, “Answer me, my boy! Tell Miss Em what you really wanted.”
“I … I…,” Robert started gasping for air now, “…Oh dear lord Miss Em…”
“Will this get your secret out, baby boy?” she asked, maintaining her rapid stroking with one hand and deftly taking off her bra and shaking it off her round breasts, “Will my nipples get the truth out of you?”
Robert’s eyes darted towards her dark nipples standing at attention, signalling her own arousal. He was taking deep breaths and between the smell of her perfume, he would get a hit of her damp pussy and that got him even closer.
She stood up, got behind him and started stroking him from the back. “Tell me everything, cucky,” she whispered into his ear, “What did you want Miss Em to do, cucky?”
“Oh God… I … I … wanted her to enjoy herself, to be the host of the orgy and play with others while I could only watch!”
“Mmmhmmm… I thought as much my naughty, naughty boy!” she grasped his cock harder, “And you wanted me to play with your dear friend Sol too?”
No response from Robert, but his heavy breathing and engorged cock told Emma all she needed to know. She pressed on, “You wanted me to be his slut for the night? You wanted your sexy, sweet English wife and Mistress to get pounded like a cheap whore while the other girls played with her big breasts?”
Robert couldn’t hold on any longer at the thought of his dear friend fucking his wife, the mother of his child. He cried out what sounded like “yesss” to him but was more an incoherent shout as he came. He came long and hard, and Emma would not stop jerking or encouraging him. She pressed hard, milking his juices out until there was nothing left in his cock. She then pushed on his ass and he fell flat on the bed, face down.
She bent over and gave his back a little kiss even as he breathed heavily into the bed.
“Now that’s a good cucky!” she said sweetly, standing over him. “I’m going to wash up a little. When I’m back, I am going to sit on your face and you will make me cum with your tongue while I tell you all the different ways in which Sol is pounding those girls your Mistress Em arranged for him.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/t5rmwo/a_sense_of_community_parts_1_and_2_cuckold