Choice Tales from the Vale – (01) The Childean Cuckold

At the western end of the Finchbottom Vale lay the small market town of Childean.

And on modern estate in a nice modern house in a quiet cul-de-sac Paul O’Connor woke up from an erotic dream as the sun shone through the gap in the bedroom curtains and onto his face, it was still quite early in the morning as he stirred, and he was seriously aroused.

This in itself was not an unusual event, he was after all a young man and in his prime sexually, and was seemingly in a perpetual state of arousal, in fact it was more noteworthy when he didn’t wake up in the morning with an early riser.

But what made this particular morning different from any other was that it was his 21^st birthday and more significantly than that there was a brunette head rising and falling on his dawn horn.

When the brunette realized he was fully awake she broke off from her diligent delivery of his early morning birthday treat and wished him a happy birthday.

“You’re insatiable Jo” Paul said as she set about him again.

“You don’t normally complain” she slurped in reply.

“I’m not complaining now” he said

“Good” she slurped again

Now you would probably think that this kind of behavior in the nature of a birthday treat is not an uncommon gift to be given, a birthday blowjob on your special day in the “marital” bed so to speak, and you would under every normal circumstance be correct.

However, on this particular occasion it was not a normal circumstance because firstly it was not his “marital” bed, it was the sofa bed in his brother’s spare room and secondly the wife giving him the birthday treat was not in fact his wife at all, but his sister-in-law Jo.

The unethical nature of this circumstance was not lost on him either, as he lay back and savored every spine-tingling second of it.

In fact, he was just thinking about how being the recipient of a very proficient sexual act by the wife of the man who’s house he was currently a guest in was somewhat taking the piss to put it mildly and was not by any measure the kind of hospitality his brother Frank thought he was extending.

But it was at that point that Paul lost his train of thought completely as the ecstasy of the moment diverted him. 

 

“That will have to do for now babe, Frank’s in the shower” Jo said, wiping her mouth “You’ll get your main present later”

And with that she slipped quietly out of the room.

 

Paul was the baby of the O’Connor family while Frank on the other hand was the oldest of the five boys and was 12 years older than Paul.

He was a good man though and he doted on his wife Jo who in turn loved him.

At 33 years old Frank had let himself go a bit physically, there was certainly more of him than there was when he married her.

But despite that he could still satisfy Jo, judging by the noises that came through the guest bedroom wall on a Saturday night.

And that was the problem, from Jo’s point of view anyway, after 12 years of marriage they only did it on a Saturday night or on high days and holidays and Jo needed more high days than Frank was giving her.

So, although Paul wasn’t a particularly good looking bloke, he was ok looking, but nothing special, but he was young and physically fit and that was what Jo was interested in, she wasn’t looking for love, what she wanted was pure lust.

And the bonus was permanently horny and sleeping in the spare room.

 

The O’Connor family were from Northchapel, and the bulk of them were still there, however Frank moved out to Childean shortly after he married Jo.

They had a nice modern house in a quiet cul-de-sac and had a comfortable life. 

The reason Paul happened to be staying in the spare room at Frank’s house and enjoying Jo’s unique brand of hospitality was because he was training to be a reflexology therapist at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel in Childean which was only a mile or so down the road from Frank’s place.

Frank O’Connor was a police sergeant with the traffic division and worked odd shifts, so he liked the idea of having someone about the place when he was on nights, and as it turned out so did his wife.

 

Paul had been staying in the spare room for about a month before the first time that Jo took what she wanted.

It was a hot Saturday afternoon and he had been earning his keep by doing some gardening for his hosts and by the end of the afternoon he was hot, sweaty, and dirty.

Frank had already gone to work, and Jo was baking in the kitchen, so he went upstairs and got in the shower to clean up and he had been in there just long enough to get the bathroom good and steamy when he saw the bathroom door open and a small figure walk in.

Without either of them speaking Paul watched through the steamy glass as Jo undressed, he couldn’t see detail, but the shape was unmistakable the rest was just areas of light and shade, but it was enough and his imagination did the rest.

When the shower door opened, she paused there briefly and was completely naked in front of him.

“Room for a little one?” she said with a giggle and stepped inside with her eyes never leaving the erection he was sporting “And a large one”

At twenty years of age, he was not without experience with women, but Jo was something else, she was like a ravenous beast and he was the prey.

Paul had only gone upstairs to shower and clean up and thanks to Jo he ended up getting dirty.

And that proved to be the first of many such encounters.

 

After Jo had finished despoiling him for his 21^st birthday treat she went downstairs to the kitchen.

Because she loved her husband and used Paul simply for sex, she felt no guilt, Jo had never been unfaithful to her husband until she had that overwhelming urge to join Paul in the shower that first time on that hot Saturday afternoon.

She didn’t regret satisfying that urge or any of the many other such urges to overcome her since.

After Frank had vacated the bathroom Paul went in for a quick shower before going downstairs to the kitchen for a special Birthday breakfast fry up.

 

Paul cleared every morsel from his plate as he had the feeling he was going to need every ounce of his energy once Frank had left for work.

So, he had just put his knife and fork down on the plate when Frank walked into the kitchen.

“Happy birthday kid” he said and patted him on the back before crossing the room to kiss Jo and while his hosts were showing affection to each other he looked away.

Paul had just taken a mouthful of tea when Frank suddenly asked

“Did you enjoy Jo’s birthday treat bro?”

And on hearing that question Paul almost choked and sprayed a mouth full of tea all over the kitchen table.

“Steady boy” Frank said laughing loudly “you’re supposed to swallow it, not spit it out”

Well, that comment didn’t help in the slightest.

 

When he had finally got his choking fit under control Frank said

“We’ll go out for a meal tonight kid, but Jo will look after you today”

While Paul listened to his brother, he could see Jo over his shoulder and she had lifted her nightie up and was showing Paul exactly how she was going to look after him.