”“I think I could tell,” he chuckled.“Well, do you think we could try it without force? Could we do it as if we were married to each other not...to someone else?”He looked down on me with a warm smile.“This is your night, Pam. I’m happy to do whatever you want.” He smiled wanly and flicked his half-erect cock. “But I might need a bit of help getting this fellow ready!”I returned his smile, took his heavy, soft penis in my hand and without hesitation, lowered my opening mouth towards its head,. He jumped of the bed And got the lube from his cupboard. And he doused his dick with lube.He came set some pillows under my back and got into position. My legs were against his shoulders again and he was raring to go. I told him. It’s a fresh hole and he was like yeah not for long. And he tried to penetrate me again. It went in half way and I started to scream. He put his fingers in my mouth. He was still pushing and he finally got the rest of it in. It was paining but I was loving it. It was. That was a few minutes ago.Thoughts were rushing through my head. What were they up to? How did I end up in the spare room? What would happen next? So many questions. However, was I concerned, or angry at the position that I found myself in? No, not at all. In fact, I was finding it strangely erotic.Up until quite recently, I had never even heard of the phrase cuckold, let alone experienced it and yet here I was already having gone down a new road of sexual adventure and I must admit, I. Once again I was subjected to the unpleasant view of Lucan’s backside as he made my girl, my own cousin scream and moan in ecstasy. He was like a cog in a well oiled machine. He had impressive stamina. Lucan leaned over her and they began to kiss passionately as they humped. The sight of Helena’s elegantly arched neck and head reaching up, eyes closed, kissing this hunky traveller was the thing that hurt me the most.I felt yet more hot shameful tears of rage streaking down my face as I tugged.