American Dream: Part 1 (Cuckold Short) (Patreon)

This isn't the cuckold story that I was going to do next (I have SO many started) but it's the one I'm feeling atm so I'm going to roll with it.  The one I was going to do dipped into the bull's perspective occasionally (which a few of you had requested) but this one is limited to just the cuck hubby and hotwife's POV.  Just thought I'd let you know right off the top.  For those of you that enjoy this content, I hope you enjoy!  😁

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Alfred: Monday, 4:12 pm

It is a perfect day in the quiet town of Fairside, USA.  Under a cloudless blue sky I pass through the gate of our white picket fence and walk, brown briefcase in hand, between two perfectly mowed squares of immaculate green lawn that were bordered by cheerful yellow and purple flower beds bursting in their full summer bloom.  Quaint it might be but the little red brick house was mine, over half paid for by my good paying and rock solid career in insurance, and inside my beautiful and faithful wife waited to greet me.  My very own slice of paradise.  And in the big city, which I had just commuted back from, our bright spark of a daughter was just about to start her second year in University.  Yep, I was living the American dream.

I enter my home, slip out of my leather oxford’s, and place my briefcase in its spot beside the coat closet.  To my left was the stairs up to the bedrooms and to my right was the entryway into the main living space, living room to the front and kitchen and dining area to the back of the open space.  I step through to find the curtains in the dining area swaying to a gentle breeze drifting in from the open patio door.  Sarah must have been out in the backyard, gardening no doubt.  As I approach however I hear voices from just outside.

“Well…no.”  Comes my wife’s meek voice.

“Exactly!”  Replies a familiar voice.  It was Crystal, one of the two tenants that were renting our back garage which we had converted into a stand alone suite for our daughter Faith.  It turned out that Faith wanted more space and independence than even that would provide so had moved in with roommates in the city close to her school.  For a couple of months we had debated what to do with it until Faith told us that she knew a couple that was moving out to Fairside for work.  We hadn’t intended on becoming landlords to strangers but it ended up being a blessing in disguise as with a steady rent coming in we were paying down mortgage way ahead of schedule.  “Girl, you deserve better.”

“Oh no.  No, no, no.  It’s fine.  Really it is.”

“That’s bullshit.  He has to understand that a woman has needs too.”

“Who has to understand?”  I ask as I step through loosening my tie.

“Alfred!”  My wife startles at my unexpected appearance.  This was not unusual as she was shy and skittish by nature.  “You’re home early.”

“Yeah.”  I say.  “I finished up a file and cut out a bit early.”  I look to Crystal.  “Cody’s probably going to be another hour or so.”

“That’s my Cody.”  Crystal says with a smirk and a wink toward my wife.  “Hard at work until the job is done.”  Sarah grabs her glass and rather intensely drinks it right down.

“Shouldn’t be too long.”  I assure Crystal.

Crystal clicks her tongue as she ‘shoots’ a finger gun my way.  “Alright big guy.”

“Big guy?”  I chuckle as my wife blushes.

That was a new one.  The wisecracking Crystal usually called me Al or ‘boss man’, the latter on account that her boyfriend Cody and my other tenant also happened to be my secretary.  Only after the pair moved out here did we learn that the ‘nursing’ job Crystal had gotten was only a part-time gig at a nearby senior’s community.  She was more a glorified housekeeper than an actual nurse.  The stars aligned for the young man as my assistant had been headhunted by a rival company so that just as we were scrambling to find a replacement in a tough market here was my new tenant looking for a job.  Everything just fell into place.  Cody was not a bright kid.  Truth be told he was downright dim, a living testament to the worthlessness of a humanities degree.  But he was honest, worked hard and showed up on time every day.

Standing beside the table I look back and forth between the two women.  What a pair of beauties!  But such opposites as well.  My diminutive wife was as sweet as cotton candy and as innocent as newborn puppy dog.  Her body was soft and curvaceous.  She had long flowing brown hair and huge rich brown eyes.  Her cherubic features included plump cheeks, full pouting lips, the cutest button nose.  While the devoted mother of a grown daughter you never would have known it to look at her.  Due to a slip up with a condom on the very night that we both lost our virginity Sarah and I had gone from high school sweethearts to expectant parents far too young.  The bright side of which was that we had now come through our parenting years with plenty of life left in us as we were both still on the right side of forty.  Though seeing her now in her wide sun hat and cheery floral sun dress you would have guessed her closer to thirty.  Crystal on the other hand was the classic gorgeous blond bombshell, tall and effortlessly sexy, with a dynamic attitude to match her good looks.  She was the type of girl that wouldn’t have given a nerd like me the time of day back in school.  She was brash and loud and generally stole the spotlight in any room that she walked into.  She had tattoos on both arms and one on the side of her calf, which I could see in their entirety thanks to her rather too revealing tank top and short shorts combo.  Such a hottie!  If I wasn’t happily married what I wouldn’t do for just one night with a woman like her.  And at just twenty-two Crystal was only just coming into her full bloom.

I look back and forth between them and ask again.  “Who has to understand?”

“Oh…um…”  Sarah shifts nervously.

“You.”  Says Crystal bluntly.

“Me?”

“Yeah.”  She says.  “You’re not looking after your wife’s needs.”

“What?”

“Crystal!”  Sarah protests.  “I told you that in confidence.”

“Someone’s gotta tell him.”

“Tell me what?”

“Crystal…no.”

“Tell me what?”

Crystal looks back and forth between us, pauses, then spills the beans.  “Sarah wants a new car.”

“What?”  Both my wife and I say as one.

“New car?  Sarah.”  I say.  “I thought you loved your hatchback.”

“It’s too small.  It’s got no space.  No cargo capacity.”  Crystal balls up a fist and flexes her arm.  “And it’s got no VROOM!”

“Oh my!”  Sarah covers her mouth.  “Oh my, oh my, oh my.”

“But you said it’s zippy.”  I say to Sarah.

“A bit too zippy.”  Quips Crystal.

“Too zippy?”

“Who wants a quick zero to sixty if you’re riding in style?”

“What are you, her agent?”

“Something like that.”  She says.  “She said she wants something with some size and power.  And good on gas too.  Nothing worst than running on empty when you’re halfway from A to B.”

“I never said that.”  Peeps Sarah.  “Oh gosh Crystal.  I never said any of that.”

“Not in so many words.”

Crossing my arms I say.  “So you want something bigger, slower, with more horsepower AND with better mileage?”

“Bingo.”  Crystal snaps her fingers.  “Give the man a prize.”

“Sarah?”

“Uh…I…oh golly!”  Sarah squirms and shifts in her seat.  “Golly, golly, golly.”

Just then Crystal burst out with a laugh.  “I’m fucking with you dude.”  She gets up and finishes the punch in her glass with one big swig.  “Though you really oughta get her some nicer wheels.  The poor woman deserves it.”

“Poor woman?”

“Take care Sarah.”  She pats my shoulder.  “Catch ya around big guy.”

“Yeah, sure.”  I chuckle, shaking my head.

With that Crystal strides across the backyard, her full, perfect ass swaying with a bit more sass than usual, and disappears through the front door of her suite.

I look to my wife who stands and hurries up to me.  “She was joshing with you.”

“Alright.”  I say.  “So who has to understand?”

“Hmm?”

“As I walked out she said something about a woman has needs too.”

“It was just…girl talk.”  She laughs.  “Just silly girl talk.  You know how we talk.”

“Don’t I ever?”  I laugh recalling how my ears are left ringing from the onslaught of inane chatter every time her sisters came to visit.

“It was nothing.  I like my car.”  She assures me.  “It gets me around just fine.”

I take her by the shoulders and look into her lovely brown eyes.  “You know…we don’t need to be paying off the mortgage as aggressively as we are.  If you really want a new car we could do it.”

She smiles a warm, loving smile.  “I’m fine darling.”

“If you’re not happy…”

“I am happy Alfred.  I am.  My life is…perfect.”  She tip toes up to kiss me on the lips.  Slipping an arm around my waist she leads me back inside.  “Chicken Tandoori okay for dinner?”

“My favorite!”

She snugs up close to my side.  “Anything for my perfect man.”

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9:07 pm

A good meal and a bottle of jammy red wine later and we are in our usual spots on the sofa watching the first episode of yet another series we were hoping would catch our interest.  Thus far it wasn’t looking hopeful.  Within ten minutes Sarah was bored of yet another uninspired paint-by-numbers show.  Instead of turning to a book, as she usually did, this time she turned to me.

It starts with a kiss to my chest.  I give her a squeeze and return a kiss to the top of her head.  She giggles that tipsy giggle she got after two glasses of vino.  To say Sarah was a lightweight when it came to drinking would be the understatement of the century.  She pulls in tighter and kisses my chest again, and then again.  I look down at her curiously.  It is only when she slip a hand between my legs to grip my inner thigh do I actually realize what was happening.

“Sarah?”

“Mmm?”  She looks up and bats her big brown eyes.

“Feeling frisky tonight are we?”

She giggles and nods.  “Mmm hmm.”

I grin.  “What’s the occasion?”

“We’re married.”  Her hand glides up the inside of my thigh…then right up to grab my cock and balls!  This was so bold of her!  “Do we need an occasion?”

“I suppose not.”

I go to embrace her and pull her into a kiss but she holds my at bay for the moment.  After a squeeze of my whole package her hand shifts so that it now has a grip around my swelling cock through the light fabric of my pajamas and briefs.

She giggles, blushing furiously as she rubs me through my clothes.  “How…how big do you think it is?”

I guffaw.  “What?”

“Your…p-penis.”  She sputters.

“What!?”  I think that was the very first time I’d ever heard her use that word!  “What was in that wine?”

She titters and buries her face in my chest.  “Sorry!”

Still chuckling I stroke her long, silky hair.  “It’s okay.  How big does it feel to you?”

“Not now silly, when it’s fully hard I mean.”  She says, her massaging hand working it so that it got hard ASAP.  “Do…do you think it’s six inches?  I think it’s six inches.”

“What’s gotten into you tonight?”  I chuckle.

“I was just wondering.”  She says in that sweet, innocent voice of hers.  “You never wondered?”

I run my hand down her back to feel her soft curves beneath her nightie.  “Six inches sounds about right.”  I lie, knowing damn well that I was closer to five.

“Golly.”  She croons as her grip tightens hard, completely engulfing my semi-flaccid manhood.  “Six inches!  That’s soooo big.”

“Big enough to get the job done baby.”  I flex to let her feel me grow in her palm.

“Ohhh!”  She giggles.  “It suuure is.”

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9:15 pm

“Oh!  Oh!  Ohhh Alfred!”  Sarah moans as I plow into her hot, wet pussy in missionary position.  Her big, soft titties bounce up and down in rhythm to my hard, clapping thrusts.  Our bed begins to creak as the intensity builds.  “Ohhhh, not yet.”

“Hrm?”  I grunt.

“Ohhh!  Just…a little…longer.”

“Hfff!  Hrrrm!”  I huff as I feel the pressure build.  Never in all our years together had Sarah asked me to hold off my orgasm.  In fact, I’d never even tried to hold it in before.  Tightening everything up I do the best I can.  “Mmmm!”

“Ohhhh God!  Yes!  Deeper baby.”  She begs, her hips pushing up to meet me.  “Gimme all six inches!”

My goodness!  She was in a mood tonight.  Usually she just moaned.  For sweet Sarah this kind of talk was downright pornographic.  I shift my angle just slightly so that I could plow straight down into her and give her everything I had.

Pap!  Pap!  Pap!

With each hard stroke the nut I was trying to hold off rushes ever closer.  “Hnnngh.”

“Ohhhh…a…little….longerrr…”

Pap!  Pap!  Pap!  PAP!

“NNNNGGGHHHH!”

I slam home one last time and blast my load inside of her.  “Ohhhhhhh!”  She wails in shared orgasm.  Grabbing my ass in both hands she pulls me into her as hard as she could, her pussy squeezing my dick with all it had, as I ride out the heady bliss.

“Ohhhhhhhh.”  I groan happily and slump down on top of her.

“Ohhhh.”  She sighs with me.  Her body relaxes and she tenderly strokes her hands up and down my sweaty back.  “That was amazing.”

I nuzzle her nose.  “I love you.”

She looks deeply into my eyes and brings a hand to stroke my cheek.  “I love you too Alfred.”

We kiss.

“Hmmm.”  She lets out a contented breath.  She looks at the alarm clock and after a long pause she says.  “Still early.  Want to still give that show a try?”

“Really?  I thought you didn’t like it.”

She pinches my nose.  “Well I’m a lot less distracted now, lover.  Whoooo!”

I kiss her again.  “I don’t know what got into you tonight, but I like it!”

We share a laugh and another kiss then get up to rinse off and watch the rest of the show.

Part 2