Wednesday, 24 June 2015

Cuckolding in British spanking mags: Hot Afternoons

Ah builders. Big hunky men who spend time in your house while you're at work...

And as muscular working-class types to a man, their appetites will not go unnoticed by your wife and daughters:

Amanda still didn't know whether to believe what Sarah had told her. Had she made it up? Those sort of things certainly happened but they were difficult to believe when it was someone you knew, someone who was your best friend. It had been the man taking out his thing. Unzipping his jeans and taking it out. His big stiff thing with its big purple-mushroom head, Sarah said. And then telling her to hold it.

Could you believe it? Sarah, seeing the disbelief in Amanda's eyes, had sworn it was true, every word. He had taken it out and made her hold it. This man who was there fixing their fence. He had got Sarah to stroke it. Pump it. He had wanted her to have it in her mouth but Sarah had said no. Because she was prepared to do what he wanted with her hand. Sarah had demonstrated to Amanda a pumping motion with her cupped hand. After quite a short time... the stuff had all shot out.

Amanda got up again. She couldn't concentrate, there was no way she could. All these thoughts in her head. Sarah must have made it up. She went over to the window again. The two men were still there, but not digging now, they were resting.
Leaning on their things, the pickaxe and shovel. The young one with his back half towards the house, that really swoony back with those muscles. Amanda suddenly pictured him coming to the house, with some query like the man at Sarah's house. She would let him in and then in the kitchen... he would do what Sarah's man had done. Unzip those chalk-stained jeans. Show it to her. His big stiff thing. And she would take it in her hand.

Among plenty of spanking and screwing, the story 'Hot Afternoons' features two trench-diggers in a suburban garden discussing the ladies of the house...

'They've all started these days, including these hoity-toity ones in big houses.'
Ron, leaning on his shovel, looked thoughtful.
'Actually,' continued Stan, 'I actually rather fancy her mum. She's got a real nice arse too. And a woman that age can really love it.'
'You'll have to go in and ask her for a drink then,' observed Ron.

Sadly neither of them get a taste of the lady of the house (at least not in this story) but they certainly do with her 18-year-old daughter, after she's been spanked and screwed by her English tutor no less!

She found her knickers and pulled them on. At the window she saw the workmen still out there. Could they ever guess what had happened in the silent house on this hot and sultry afternoon? Was it something that one with the muscles wanted to do?
He came to the house the next afternoon. Another one of those hot and sultry afternoons. Ron his name was, she found out. The workman with the back, the shoulders. Those muscles. Only now when she went to the back door in answer to the knock he had his shirt on. His shirt and his jeans that were chalky from digging the trench. Did her eyes dart down to the front of his jeans, after her first startled look of recognition? Thinking of his thing. He had an empty Tizer bottle in his hand.
'Uh... we were wondering... if we could get some water. Please. It's really hot again.'
Ron was conscious of his nervousness and the words didn't come out easily. It had been an effort to come and do this but here he was. And here she was. Well, she might not have been in. Not in her uniform today, she had on a blue-and-white flowery dress. Tight-bodiced with a full skirt, it showed off her ripe young body. He could imagine the soft flesh under there – in just brief little knicks and a lightweight bra probably.
Momentarily stunned by his presence Amanda unconsciously ran her tongue over her full lips, then gave a nervous smile. 'Y... Yes of course. Come in...'
'OK. Thanks.' He felt more confident already. Stepping inside. 'No one else in? What's your name?'
Yes his name was Ron and the other one was Stan. He told her this in the kitchen, filling the bottle at the tap. Amanda feeling surging excitement now. Here he was in the house. Just the two of them. Yesterday Mr Tillot, screwing her. And now today this Ron. Had he really just come for that water?
'I... uh... do you want it for a drink? It is awfully hot, isn't it? Because we've got some beer in the fridge. I think.'
'Beer?' he laughed. 'I don't know about beer. Your mum might come back.'
'No. No she won't. She won't be back for ages.'
Amanda met his eyes. She had told Sarah last night. About Mr Tillot. The whole thing. Sarah wouldn't believe her, not at first, but then she did. And now... this Ron, with the muscles. Amanda had told Sarah about him, just that there was this bloke, one of the workmen, with super muscles.
She imagined pulling his shirt off and running her hands over the muscles. And then... pulling open his jeans... Taking his thing in her hand.
'Well thanks, I'll have one if you'll have one,' Ron said.
Amanda shook her head, with a little giggle. 'I don't really like it. Just a sip perhaps.'
They took the can of beer into the sitting room. Ron looked round. 'Nice... Really nice. Can I sit down in these chalky jeans? And are you going to sit on my lap?'
Amanda said a giggly no, but she did. It was fantastic. More exciting than Mr Tillot. Well almost. Squirming herself on his lap. Thinking of his thing under her bottom. His arm came round her.
'I... I could see you out of the window,' she breathed. 'You've got really big muscles.'

The other one wanted to do it as well. After Ron told him. Amanda had made Ron promise not to tell anyone, not his mate Stan or anyone, and he said he wouldn't but of course then he did. He told Stan. He said he didn't tell anyone else, just Stan who was his mate. But then of course Stan wanted to do it to Amanda as well. Stan who was older and with a fat beer belly. Another hot afternoon in the house.

She told Sarah about Ron, that was fantastic. Ron with his fantastic body, all those muscles. But Stan... No not Stan.
Amanda told herself it was just the once with Stan. She certainly wouldn't let him do it a second time. It was something she would forget. But of course Stan told Ron he had done it. And Ron then wanted her to do it some more with Stan... He wanted Amanda to do it with both of them. Because they were mates.

One wonders if Amanda's mother ended up getting shared between the two workmen just like her daughter!

I love the bit about 'hoity-toity' ladies in big houses loving it as much as their working-class brethren, if not more. It's true of course, especially when burly working-class men are involved. And it certainly adds new meaning to the phrases 'well-brought up' and 'well-bred'. Because you perhaps might not expect well-brought up, well-bred, middle-class suburban women to act this way. But in fact, this breed of lady is almost trained to cheat, almost without thinking about it, just as her mother and grandmothers were before her and just as her daughters and granddaughters will be after her. After all, they have all been brought up to expect a life of pleasure and satisfaction behind a veneer of respectability!
Who knows, if things get really hot perhaps hunky young Ron or dirty old Stan will end up taking advantage of both mother and daughter at the same time!


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