My Cuckold Wife #5: The Librarian
LIBRARY SEX WITH THREE STUDS! My cuckold wife is an insatiable slut, so I always find ways to please her. As a sex game, I command her to seduce a male customer at the local library where she works. As the scenario heats up, I watch the action from her office. What will happen when the random guy’s two friends arrive at the library unannounced?
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My Cuckold Wife #5: The Librarian (Excerpt)
“I want you to do this. Go out there and fuck the next guy that enters the library. Do you understand? I don’t care if he’s ugly or gorgeous. Fuck him.” I commanded with authority as I sat in her office chair, feet up on the desk, ready for the game.
For the last year, my cuckold wife begged for situations like this. Our marriage hit the seven-year mark recently, and she has worked as a librarian at the Cook County Public Library, a small library in our suburban neighborhood during that time.
“What if I know him? What if he’s a regular? I’m not sure I can do it.” She stacked books while she protested.
“Doesn’t matter. If you want to please me, then you’ll do it,” I decreed.
I studied her as she flittered around the room grabbing books to add to her stack. My wife hit thirty recently, but she looked twenty-five. In the past, we took part in cuckold action many times, but this was the first time I brought our play to her workplace.
I stood and moved over to her. I placed my hand on her firm ass. She stopped stacking books and turned. We engaged in a deep kiss.
After the kiss ended, I said, “Now, I want you to go out there and fulfill my desire. Okay?”
She nodded, raised the stack of books, and retreated from the office. I stared at her ass as she exited. Her tight tweed skirt clung to her hips and her mustard yellow sweater fell off her shoulders. Her burgundy heels clip-clopped on the floor as her dark-brown hair bobbed from left to right.
I walked to the door and pushed it nearly closed. I left it open a sliver so I could watch the proceedings. I walked over to the desk and grabbed a chair, slid it across the floor, and positioned it so I could view through the slit.
I sat down and observed my wife. She flittered around the check-out counter, moving a book from here to there, rearranging papers, and always looking at the door’s opening. She knew I watched her, and she loved it.
Women, old and young, milled about the counter as she checked out their books. This went on and on. I grew impatient because all the customers were womenfolk. How was that possible? After about an hour, when I was about to give up, the crowd thinned and it neared closing time, a man approached the counter. Finally, a candidate arrived.
The tall man stood strong with a plaid shirt, jeans, and cowboy boots. His dusty hair fell over his brow. As my wife scanned his books, I watched the man check her out. Striking eyes roved over her body. His appraisal made her stammer as she did her work.
One by one, people left the library until they stood alone. My breathing increased.
The tall man said, “My book limit is eight, but I forgot one at my house. Do you think I can snag one more and return the other tomorrow?”
She looked up at him with her glasses hanging from her nose’s end like a high school principal. She answered sternly, “Okay, just this time. But don’t make it a habit.”
He laughed and said, “Thank you so much, Kathryn. That’s your name, right?”
My wife glanced at the office, turned her attention back to him, nodded, and said, “How do you know my name?”
“I come in here often. I overheard it.” He shifted on his boot heels.
She nodded and added, “What’s the other book you want?”
“My girlfriend recommended a book called ‘Delta of Venus.’ I’m not sure who wrote it or what it’s about.” He placed his hands on the counter and leaned forward as he rocked on his heels.
My wife giggled, paused, gathered herself, and said, “Do you know your girlfriend recommended women’s erotica?”
He laughed, looked shy, ran his hand through his wavy hair, and said, “No. Um, she didn’t mention it.”
To Be Continued…
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