Adventures of Dirk: The Cuckhold’s Wife

Dirk has an encounter with his neighbor’s wife.

By Original Aramis. Listen to the
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Dirk was standing in his garage next to his bike, a cold bottle of beer in
his hand, taking a break from working on it. He was looking out of the open
door of his garage and across the street, watching his new neighbors as they
were talking in their driveway, standing next to their two cars.

 They d moved in about a month ago and Dirk hadn t had the chance to
talk to either one of them, but he had a feeling from what he d seen so far
that he wasn t going to like the guy very much. And he wasn t so sure about the
woman, either.

This guy s pussy-whipped if I ve ever seen it! Dirk said out loud to himself
as he watched the woman clearly giving directions to her husband. She was very
animated, and both the expression on her face and the gestures of her arms and
hands told Dirk everything he needed to know about her or so he thought. She
was obviously the one wearing the pants in the family, and Dirk didn t know
whether to dislike the husband or pity him. Either way, Dirk was just glad he
wasn t him despite what the wife looked like.

The woman was a stunner, a real sexpot, no doubt about it. Blond hair, a
pretty face, tall and slender, long legs that went all the way up to a
fantastically rounded and firm ass, and a set of simply killer big tits that
stood out proudly from her chest like a pair of twin torpedoes. She was wearing
a yellow halter top and a pair of skin-tight white chino pants that sat low on
her hips and showed just about everything. Dirk was impressed by her flat, firm
stomach, and was that a diamond piercing he saw glinting from her navel? Dirk
wondered how many hours in the gym it took to get and keep a body like that,
and the thought of her in a skin-tight workout outfit made him smile. A pair of
black spiked heels that must have been about 4 inches tall completed her
outfit.

The husband was Joe Average, about six feet tall, maybe 180 pounds soaking
wet, with brunette hair kept fairly short, a regular build (if there was such a
thing), and black plastic framed glasses. There was absolutely nothing
remarkable about him at all, and Dirk couldn t help but wonder how he had
managed to land a woman such as the one he was looking at.

Dirk took another pull from his beer as he watched the conversation unfold,
admiring the way her big tits moved inside her halter top.

God, I d love to see those things naked! he said out loud, smiling to
himself. The conversation ended with the woman giving the man a peck on the
cheek, after which he got into his car and drove away. The woman waved at her
husband as he drove off, then looked up and saw Dirk standing in the shadows of
his garage. She smiled and waved at him, and Dirk lifted the beer up in return.
Then she turned and went into the house, and Dirk went back to working on his
bike.

It was only about ten minutes later when he heard a female voice from the
open garage doorway behind him.

Nice bike! the voice said, and Dirk turned around to see who it was, still
squatting down next to his bike. He was surprised to see the woman from across
the street standing there smiling at him.

What is it? she asked, crossing her arms beneath her mammoth tits, cocking
her hips as she put one foot out to the side. Dirk stood up and faced her,
pulling a shop rag out of his back pocket and wiping his hands with it as he
replied.

It s a Harley, 2003 Heritage Softail Classic, he replied, his guard up. The
100^th Anniversary Edition, actually, best bike I ve ever
owned.

That explains why you ve had it for 17 years, I guess, she said, smiling
at him like the cat who was about to eat the canary.

Exactly, Dirk replied, sitting back on the seat of his bike. The new bikes
are nice and all, but they re too complicated for me, too much electronic shit
that can go wrong and fuck up your ride. This one is simple, classic, and does
what I need it to do. This was my first Harley, and I have no plans on ever
getting rid of it!

A man with commitment, she said, her smile getting bigger. I like that! I m
Kimberly, she said, stepping forward and extending her hand. Dirk reached out
and took it, giving it a shake as he replied.

Dirk, he said. Nice to meet you, Kimberly.

Please, call me Kim, and the pleasure is all mine, I assure you! she
replied. I see you re in a club, she said, smiling and looking at his vest
while she looked him over. 'High-Side , is that you? she asked, pointing at
his road name patch.

Yeah, that s my road name, Dirk said. He had just had this same
conversation with the wife of his best friend not too long ago, and the
memories of that night came flooding back to him in a rush. He still couldn t get
over his best friend asking him to fuck his own wife, and how it all turned
out.

One of these days you ll have to tell me how you got it, she said, and
Dirk was relieved that he didn t have to go through the story of his road name
again so soon.

I ll do that, he said, getting up from his bike and going over to the
small refrigerator under his work bench. Would you like a beer, Kim? he
asked, bending over to open the refrigerator. When he stood up and turned
around with a beer in his hand Kim was standing so close to him that he almost
ran into her, and before he could react she stepped in even closer, her big
tits lightly pressing against his chest. Dirk saw the look in her eyes and
recognized it right away, and he immediately knew where she was headed.

Later, she said softly, her voice low and husky. Right now I want some of
this! she said as she reached out and placed the palm of her hand right onto
Dirk s cock, rubbing it firmly up and down. Dirk felt his cock respond
immediately, shifting under her hand as it began to expand. Kim glanced down for
a moment and then looked back up at Dirk, smiling as she spoke again.

He likes me! she said, rubbing harder.

What s not to like? Dirk replied, returning her bravado right back at her.
But what about your husband? I don t think he d much like what you re doing
right now, nor do I think he d like what I think you re going to do next.

My husband likes what I tell him to like, Kim replied, still rubbing Dirk s
quickly hardening cock with the palm of her hand.

So it s like that, huh? I thought so, he said, leaning back against the
work bench and letting Kim continue to rub his cock which was getting bigger
and harder by the moment.

You thought what? she said softly, looking up at him and squeezing his
hardening shaft through his jeans. That I m in charge, and that he does what I
tell him to do?

Something like that, yeah, Dirk replied. I got that from watching the
conversation you had with him this morning out in the driveway before he went
to work.

It s more than you think, Dirk, she said, giving him a half-smile as she
squeezed his cock again. Much more!

Let me guess he s a cuckold, right? Dirk said, causing Kim to grin.

Exactly! she said. But enough about him. Right now I want this big, hard
cock of yours in my mouth! I want to taste you, suck on you, and drink you down
when I make you cum in my mouth! she said breathlessly, stepping in close to
him.

She grabbed the top of his jeans with both hands and began working them
open, yanking the zipper down when she got the button open and shoving her hand
into them. She wrapped her fingers around his hard shaft and began pumping,
reaching up with her other hand and placing it behind his neck to pull his
mouth down to hers.

She kissed him hard and deep, slipping her tongue into his mouth as she
pumped his cock in her hand, and Dirk slid his hands around to her huge tits
and grabbed them hard. He squeezed and kneaded the big mounds in his hands, and
Kim moaned in his mouth.

She took her hands from his cock and his neck long enough to pull her halter
top open and set her tits free, and Dirk immediately grabbed onto them again as
she regained her grip on his cock.

I want you! she whispered, breaking off the kiss but maintaining her grip
on his cock. I want to taste you! she said, dropping to her knees in front of
him. She pulled his jeans open with both hands, setting his cock free; she
noticed he wasn t wearing anything under them, and she paused to look at it for
a moment. She moved her nose right up next to the tip and inhaled, closing her
eyes and smiling as she inhaled his scent.

I just love the way a real man s cock smells! she whispered, looking up at
him. It smells so fucking good! she said, gripping it in her hand and pumping
the shaft again. She ran her nose down the underside of his cock and over his
balls, inhaling deeply, then stuck out her tongue and licked him along the
underside, from his balls up to the tip.

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When she got to the tip, she immediately closed her lips around the head of
his cock and sucked him into her mouth, sliding her wet mouth down onto his
cock until she had all of him in her