The Birds Are Caught

When Mark returned home, Lilly was still flushed from her encounter with Kyle, but she put on a brave face and served dinner with a **** smile. After a quick dinner she cleared the plates and suggested they go upstairs.

"What's the hurry?" Mark asked, his eyes searching hers for any signs of the turmoil she was feeling.

"Oh, I just... so horny right now," she bit her lower lip, starting to rub her thighs together, hoping Mark would catch the hint.

Mark looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "Alright, it seems that porno really did something to you, didn't it?" He said with a chuckle, "Do you want to get a little frisky right. here? Like in the old days?" Mark was clearly enjoying the new side of Lilly.

"No," she said, her voice a low purr. "First, I think we should watch another one of those videos." She grabbed his hand, leading him to the staircase. "I set everything up in our room."

Mark's eyes widened with surprise, "Okay, sure, if that's what you want." He followed her upstairs, his heart racing at the thought of what they were about to do.

In the bedroom, Lilly pushed mark on their bed without letting him to put his pants down, "Wow Lilly, you really are in the mood tonight!" Mark exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with excitement and surprise.

"You have no idea," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. She pulled out the thumb drive from her nightstand drawer and inserted it into the laptop, the screen flickering to life with the explicit images she had chosen. "Ready?" she asked, her voice filled with mischief.

"Ready for what?" Mark replied, "Maybe you let me undress first? Or are we going to watch porn with me dressed like I'm about to go to a board meeting?" He laughed, but his voice had a hint of uncertainty.

Lilly just smirked and sat down on the bed next to him, her hand sliding into his pants. "No, this is perfect," she whispered, her voice dripping with a seductive tone she had never used with Mark before. "Let's see if this turns you on as much as it does me."

The video began playing, at first there was just two people talking in the screen, a young man with a muscular body and a gorgeous woman dressed in lingerie. Lilly's hand found Mark's and held it tight as the scene unfolded. The young man's hand slid up the woman's thigh, and Mark tensed, his eyes glued to the screen.

"You okay?" Lilly whispered, her voice a sultry purr.

"Yeah," Mark managed to get out, his eyes not leaving the scene.

The young man's hand reached the woman's panties and began to fiddle with them. Soon enough, they were thrown aside, revealing her glistening pussy. Without waiting a bit the young man put his dick to her entrance and pushed in, making the woman scream with pleasure. "You like that, you dirty married slut?" he said, his voice filled with a dominant tone, that caused the woman to scream even more.

Lilly leaned in closer to Mark, her other hand tracing a line down his chest. "Do you like this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"It's... intense," Mark replied, his voice thick with desire.

The woman on the screen continued to moan loudly as the young man's thrusts grew more vigorous, her body writhing with pleasure beneath him. Lilly, dressed in a sheer nightgown, watched her husband's reaction closely. Mark, still in his business suit, swallowed hard, his eyes transfixed on the depraved scene unfolding before them.

The camera went around the room, focusing on the cuckolded husband's face, tears streaming down his cheeks as he watched the young stud ravage his wife. Mark's eyes grew wider, his cock twitching in his pants as Lilly's grip suddenly tightened.

"Oh my God," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "This is so..."

"Hot?" Lilly supplied, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "It turns me on so much, watching a woman being taken by someone else."

"I see..." Mark said, his eyes never leaving the screen. His cock was rock hard, pushing against the fabric of his business pants. Lilly noticed and bit her lower lip, looking up to the screen and back to her husband's pants.

"Honey, would you mind if I play by myself for a bit? Just like the woman in the video," Lilly whispered to Mark, her hand still in his. She could feel his pulse racing, his excitement palpable.

"What do you mean?" Mark's eyes remained glued to the screen, the scene of the cuckolded husband now fully engaging him. He knew that it shouldn't be as good as it feels. He had never in his life was interested in this kink, yet something about the porno he saw yesterday caught him.

"Just like that," she said, pointing at the screen. "I want to masturbate while you just watch and hold my hand. No touching for you," she teased, her voice filled with a newfound dominance.

Mark hesitated, his hand tightening around hers. "But... I want to touch you," he protested, his voice strained. Yet, he knew that he shouldn't disagree with his wife.

"Shh," Lilly soothed, leaning closer to him, her breasts brushing against his arm. "Just watch the porno and hold my hand. You can jerk off later."

He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers as she slowly began to rub her clit through the damp fabric of her nightgown. The sound of her wetness filled the room, mingling with the woman's cries of pleasure from the video.

"Why are you looking at me?" she snapped, her voice edged with annoyance. "You're supposed to be watching the porn!"

Mark flinched at her words, his hand tightening around hers. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his eyes returning to the screen. "It's just that... you're so beautiful."

"I know I am," Lilly said, her voice a blend of seduction and command. She leaned back, her hand sliding up her thigh, pushing the fabric aside. Her pussy was slick and swollen, and she began to rub herself in slow, deliberate circles, her eyes never leaving Mark's, making sure he is looking at the screen. "But right now, I need you to focus on the video and hold my hand like a good boy."

He nodded, his jaw clenched as he watched the young stud on the screen, his hand wrapped around the woman's throat, holding her in place as he fucked her with brutal ****. Her husband was sitting on the floor near the bed, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and arousal as he held his wife's hand, his other hand stroking his own cock. The scene should have repulsed him, yet he could do nothing to stop his cock from growing harder and harder.

Lilly leaned back, her hand moving faster, her eyes never leaving the screen. She could feel her own juices soaking her fingers as she watched the woman's face contort in pleasure. "Look at him," she whispered to Mark. "Look how much he's enjoying watching her get fucked by another man. Such a good hubby."

The scene grew more intense, the young man's hand tightening around the woman's throat as he pounded into her. "Do you want to get your dick out? Like him?" Lilly asked Mark, her voice a seductive whisper. Mark nodded, his eyes never leaving the screen, he knew his wife's suggestion was more like an order. She watched as he unzipped his pants, his cock springing free, thick and hard.

"But first, get on the floor," she said, her eyes flashing with a warning. "You don't get to stand while I am getting fucked by someone else," she said, her voice filled with a sudden aggression that Mark had never heard from her before. In fact, she was never the one to give orders in bed before, but for some reason he knew that it was the right way.

Mark nodded, his heart racing as he slid off the bed to the floor, his eyes never leaving the screen. Lilly's hand began to move faster, her breath coming in short gasps as she watched the woman in the video assume the reverse cowgirl position, her breasts bouncing with every thrust from the young man.

"Look at her," Lilly said, her voice tight with desire. "Look at how much she's enjoying it." Her hand squeezed his palm. "Do you want me to be as happy as she is?"

Mark nodded, his eyes never leaving the screen. The woman was riding the young man now, her hips moving in a blur as she moaned and called out his name. Lilly's own hips began to rock in time with the rhythm on the screen, her breath hitching as she approached climax.

"Do you want to see me with another man, Mark?" she asked, her voice a seductive whisper. "Would that make you hard?"

"Yes," Mark groaned, his hand moving faster on his cock, his eyes were glued to pixels where young stud's cock was plunging into the woman.

"Argh-," Lilly's voice grew louder, her hand a blur between her legs as she watched the young man pound into the woman on the screen. Mark could feel his own climax approaching, his hand moving faster and faster on his cock as he watched his wife's fingers disappear into her wet pussy.

And just as the woman on the screen arched her back and screamed in climax, Lilly's body tensed, her hand stilling for a moment before she let out a cry that matched the one from the porno. Mark watched, transfixed, as her pussy spasmed, her orgasm echoing through the room. He felt his own cock twitch in his hand, the need to cum almost unbearable.

But Lilly was already climbing off the bed, her nightgown falling away as she made her way to the en-suite bathroom. "You can cum when he does," she called over her shoulder, pointing at the screen where the cuckolded husband was kneeling on the floor, his cock in his hand, watching his wife leave with the stud.

Mark watched her go, his eyes never leaving her swaying hips. He knew he couldn't disobey her, not now. He focused on the screen, his hand moving in time with the cuckold's strokes as he waited for his own release.

The water from the shower started to run, and Mark could hear the faint sounds of Lilly's moans as the water hit her skin. The sound of it only made his cock throb harder. On the screen, the young man had pulled out of the woman, and she was now straddling her husband's face, grinding her pussy into his mouth.

Finally, the cuckold's hand shot up, and he came, spurting his load onto the floor. "Now," Lilly's voice came from the bathroom, muffled by the running water. "You can cum now, Mark."

He didn't need another invitation. With a roar, Mark's hips bucked as he released himself, his cum spurting onto the carpet, mimicking the scene playing out before him. He panted heavily, his hand still moving slightly as he watched the last of the video.

When he finally looked up, Lilly was standing in the doorway, a towel wrapped around her body. "Good boy," she said, her voice still laced with the same seductive power it had been earlier. "Now clean up your mess."

Mark nodded, his heart racing as he stood and took the towel she handed him. He couldn't believe the turn their evening had taken, but he had to admit, it was one of the most intense experiences of his life. As he cleaned up the floor, he couldn't help but wonder what the next night would bring. Would they actually act out their newfound desires, or was this just a phase?

The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, and Lilly couldn't help but inhale deeply, her nipples hardening again at the thought of what they had just watched. "Come to bed," she said, her voice gentle now. "Let's talk."

Mark followed her into the bedroom, his cock still half-hard, his mind racing with thoughts of what Lilly had in store for him next. As he climbed into bed beside her, he felt a strange mix of excitement and trepidation.

"So," she began, her eyes searching his, "What did you think of that?"

"It was intense," Mark admitted, his voice hoarse from holding back his own moans. "But I liked it."

"Good," Lilly said, her eyes gleaming. "Because I liked it too." her kiss was all he needed for his worries and concerns to melt away. They cuddled close, the warmth of their bodies melding together until the only sound was their breathing.

Over the next couple of days, Lilly and Mark found themselves increasingly drawn to the world of cuckolding. The videos, supplied by Kyle, had become increasingly disturbing for Mark, but he couldn't deny the effect they had on Lilly's sex drive. She would often bring up scenarios from the videos during dinner, her voice filled with a seductive edge that made him squirm in his seat. His only problem was the lack of actual physical contact between the two of them.

On evening, when he was in his usual position in hte foot of the bed, jerking his dick to the video of a young stud ravishing another woman, Mark couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy mixed with his arousal. He heard his wife's squirm and moan behind him, yet not dared to actually turn his head and look at her. "Honey," his voice was unusually timid, almost begging.

"Mmhmm?" Lilly's response was distracted, her eyes glued to the screen where the young stud's cock was plunging deep into the woman's wet pussy.

"Could we... maybe... do something more intimate," He still didn't look back at her, dropping his head in a mix of embarrassment and hope.

Lilly's eyes flashed with excitement, she turned off the video and turned to Mark. "What do you have in mind?" Her voice was a soft purr, her breasts pressing against her husband's back as she leaned in.

"I want to feel like I'm a part of it," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "I want to touch you while we watch."

"But, Mark," she whispered, her hand sliding down to his cock, which was already starting to swell again. "That's not how it works." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "You're just supposed to watch."

Mark's body tensed, the conflict between his desires and her newfound dominance making his cock throb even more. "Please, Lilly," he begged, his voice barely above a whisper. "Let me touch you."

Her eyes searched his, a flicker of something new dancing in them. "Okay," she finally said, her voice a seductive whisper. "But only if you promise to follow my commands like a good cuckold husband."

Mark nodded eagerly, his cock fully erect now. Lilly slid off the bed, standing before him, her nightgown a pool of fabric at her feet. She stepped closer, her hand reaching around his back back to stroke his cheek. "Get around, I want you facing me now," she ordered, her voice filled with a new authority.

Mark scrambled on his knees, his eyes locked on her swollen pussy, the scent of her arousal heavy in the air. Lilly straddled his face, her knees pressing into the plush carpet. "Open your mouth," she instructed, and Mark obeyed without hesitation, his tongue sliding out to taste her. She moaned, her hands gripping the bedframe, her eyes squeezed shut as she imagined Kyle's cock still deep inside her.

Her hips began to rock gently, guiding Mark's tongue as he licked and probed. She tasted faintly of another man, a musky scent that only added to Mark's arousal. He licked her clit, feeling it pulse beneath his tongue, and she gasped, her legs trembling. "That's it, baby," she murmured, her voice thick with pleasure. "Taste me, taste what he left behind."

Her movements grew more urgent, her thighs tightening around his head. Mark's hands slid up to grip her ass, his thumbs pressing into her cheeks as he buried his face deeper between her legs. He could feel the wetness of her pussy, the slickness of her juices mixing with his saliva as he devoured her.

"Oh God," she moaned, her hips bucking as she rode his face. "You're such a good boy for cleaning up after him." Her voice was a mix of praise and seduction, driving Mark wild. He licked and sucked, his tongue swirling around her clit, feeling it swell under his touch.

"Please," Mark begged, his voice muffled by her pussy. "Please let me touch you."

"No," Lilly said firmly, her hand coming down to push his away. "Your hands are for your own cock, remember?"

He nodded, his hand sliding down to his erection. He began to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving her as he watched her pleasure build. Her moans grew louder, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I want you to cum for me," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "Cum while you think about me with another man."

The thought was too much for Mark to handle, his hand moving faster as he felt his climax approaching. Lilly's body tensed, and then she was coming, her juices spilling onto his face as she screamed out her release. Mark's cock erupted in his hand, spurts of cum painting the bedspread as he watched his wife's body convulse with pleasure.

When she finally collapsed onto the bed, her breathing ragged, she looked down at him, her eyes filled with something dark and hungry. "You liked that, didn't you?" she whispered.

Mark nodded, his cheeks flushed, cum still on his face. "Yeah," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I liked it."

Lilly leaned down to kiss him, her tongue tasting of herself. "Good boy," she murmured against his lips. "Now, go clean up. We don't want any mess for when Kyle comes over tomorrow."

The mention of Kyle sent a jolt through Mark, his heart racing as he realized that the role play was becoming all too real. He wiped his face and stood, his legs wobbly from the intense experience. As he made his way to the bathroom, he couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and fear for what the next day would bring.

The following Monday, Mark found himself in the same position, his heart racing as Lilly straddled his face again. This time, however, it felt much more like the real thing. Mark knew that Lilly had spent a good part of the day in Kyle's room. Although he was almost certain she was just cleaning it up and doing her job as their renter's maid, he could not shake of the feeling of unease, as if something was wrong, as he was not supposed to enjoy her pussy that much.

Lilly's hips rocked slowly over Mark's face, her moans becoming more pronounced as she grew closer to climax. He could feel her muscles tighten around his tongue, and he imagined she was getting off on the idea of being penetrated by someone else's cock. The thought of it made his own cock throb painfully, trapped in his pants.

"Oh God, yes," she whispered, her hands tangling in his hair. "Just like that, baby. Like you're tasting him." Mark's tongue swirled around her clit, his mind racing with the thought of Kyle's massive cock sliding in and out of his wife's eager pussy. It was a heady mix of anger and lust that he couldn't quite understand.

"Are you going to be a good cuckold tonight?" Lilly's voice was sweet, but there was a hint of challenge in it. "Or are you going to disappoint me again?"

Mark's response was a muffled growl, his face buried in her pussy as he licked and sucked with renewed vigor. He didn't want to disappoint her, not when she was looking at him with those hungry eyes.

As Lilly's orgasm crashed over her, Mark felt a sense of pride mingled with his own release. He had done as he was told, had given her pleasure even as she taunted him with the thought of her infidelity. He watched as she climbed off him, her body glowing with satisfaction.

"Good boy," she murmured, reaching down to stroke his cheek. "Now, let's get dressed. Kyle asked me to join us for dinner tonight."

Mark's stomach lurched at the mention of Kyle's name, "Are you sure about it? He had never been a part of our dinner before."

"Why not?" Lilly said, her tone playful as she bent down to kiss Mark's cheek. "He's a teen who's being eating nothing but fast food and take-out for almost a month, a home cooked meal might be just what he needs."

"I don't know, Lilly," Mark said hesitantly, his mind racing with the implications of Kyle joining them for dinner. "It's not a game anymore, is it?"

"It's just dinner, Mark," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But if it makes you feel better, I promise I won't play with him under the table... much." She winked at him, and Mark couldn't help but feel his cock twitch at the thought.

"You're insatiable," he murmured, his voice a mix of admiration and frustration.

"And you love it," she teased, her hand sliding down his chest to stroke his cock through his pants. "Now go get dressed, I want to show you off to our little house guest."

As they made their way to the dinner table, Mark couldn't help but feel a strange mix of excitement and dread. Kyle was already there, wearing his usual nonchalant attitude and a dirty t-shirt that barely contained his bulging stomach. Mark noticed the smirk on the young man's face as he looked at him, and he felt his cheeks redden.

"Hey, Mark," Kyle said, his voice a mocking purr. "I hope you don't mind if I join you two for dinner. Lilly said she'd whip something up special for me."

"Of course not," Mark replied, his voice strained. "It's your house too, after all."

Lilly winked at Mark as she placed a steaming plate of food in front of Kyle. "Sit down, sweetie," she said, patting the chair next to her. "You must be starving after a long day of... whatever it is you do."

Mark took his seat across from them, his eyes never leaving his wife's hand as it rested under the table. The stern look of his wife made him swallow hard, and pay more attention to the food than usual. He was nervous about what was to come, the tension palpable.

"So, Kyle," Lilly began, her voice light and conversational, "How was your day?" Her eyes flickered to Mark's face, and gave him a quick wink.

"It was alright," Kyle said with a shrug, his eyes on the food. "But your food is definitely the highlight of my day, Mrs. Higins. Well, that and your help upstairs." Mar watched the teen consume more and more of his wife's cooking before he finally leaned back on the chair.

"By the way, can you help me some more today, I a afraid I've spilled a case of yogurt on the floor," Kyle said with begging expression, "Please? It's a bit too much for me to handle alone."

Lilly gave him a knowing smile. "Of course, Kyle. Do you want us to go right now? Mark can finish cleaning the table on his own."

Mark's heart sank as he watched his wife's hand slide up Kyle's thigh, under the guise of helping him to his feet. "Lilly, maybe we should-" he began, but she cut him off with a sharp look. Se waited for Kyle to leave the room before turning back to her husband.

"Mark," she said, her voice quite and sultry. "Why don't you go our room and get ready for our little...session. I'll be up in a bit, and maybe I'll bring you something real to munch on this time," her naughty smirk sent shivers down Mark's spine.

Mark nodded, his mind racing as he headed up the stairs. He heard the faint sound of Lilly's laughter as she followed Kyle into the kitchen. He knew what was coming, but he couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement mixed with the fear. He waited for a minute before he could hear distinct thuds from Kyle's room above. He was certain it was the sound of his wife cleaning the floor, maybe applying to much **** on the broom or something.

When Lilly finally returned, she was flushed and slightly out of breath. She sat on the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide, revealing her soaking wet pussy, the smell of sex in the air. "I had a little accident," she said, her voice sweet and innocent. "Could you help me clean up?"

Mark swallowed hard, his cock already starting to throb. He knew that the 'accident' was no accident at all. He could see the glint in her eye, the way she was looking at him, and he knew she was enjoying every second of this twisted game. "What happened?" he asked, playing along.

"I was just helping Kyle clean up," she began, her hand sliding down to her pussy. "And I slipped on something. Spilled some yogurt everywhere." She spread her legs wider, the smell of sex growing stronger. "I think you know what to do, don't you?"

With trembling hands, Mark reached for the towel Lilly had left on the bed. He knelt before her, his eyes locked on her glistening pussy. He knew, he was almost certain it wasn't yogurt slipping out of her. The smell was too potent, too male. But he didn't dare voice his suspicion. He didn't want to ruin the illusion, not when she looked at him with that mix of power and lust that had become all too addictive.

"Good boy," she murmured, her hand stroking his cheek as he leaned in. He could feel the stickiness of yougurt on her thighs, and his stomach churned with a mix of anger and arousal. "Clean me up," she ordered, her voice a seductive whisper that sent shockwaves through his body.

Mark took a deep breath and leaned closer, his tongue tentatively touching her folds. He could taste the muskiness of her juices, the saltiness that could only be one thing. He licked gently, trying to ignore the bitter taste of his own jealousy as he cleaned her up.

"Mmh," Lilly moaned, her hand pressing his head closer. "That's it, baby. Get it all."

He worked harder, his tongue swirling and lapping, feeling her tense up as he hit just the right spot. He knew he was good at this, had always been, but the knowledge that she had been with Kyle just moments before made it feel so much more intense.

"Swallow it," she instructed, her voice firm. "Every last drop." Mark's stomach churned, but he obeyed, his tongue delving deeper into her pussy, licking until she was clean.

When he finally pulled away, she looked down at him, her eyes half-closed with pleasure. "You're such a good cuckold," she whispered, her hand stroking his hair. "Let's go to bed now."

The next morning wasn't easy. "Mark, I have something to tell you," Lilly began, her voice tentative as she sat on the edge of the bed. Mark's heart raced. He had a feeling this was about the previous night's events, the 'accident' she had claimed.

"What is it?" he asked, his tone cautious.

"Last night," she said, her eyes meeting his. "When I said I slipped on something, it was actually..." she took a deep breath, "it was actually Kyle's cum."

Mark's stomach dropped, his mind racing. "What? You had sex with him?"

"No," she said quickly, placing her hand over his. "No, it wasn't like that. I found his used underwear and... I wanted to see how you'd react, if you'd be okay with it."

Mark's eyes widened, his cock still erect. "You mean, you...?"

"Yes," Lilly said softly, "I took his dirty cum-stained underwear and rubbed it all over myself. I wanted to see if the thought of me being with him would make you hard." Her eyes searched his face, looking for any signs of anger or betrayal.

Instead, Mark's cock twitched, and she saw the excitement in his gaze. "And did it?" she asked, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

"More than you know," he admitted, his voice gruff with lust. "But, Lilly, I don't know if I can handle it if you actually..." he trailed off, unable to say the words.

"But that's the point, isn't it?" she whispered, her hand moving to stroke his cock. "To push our boundaries, to see how much we can take?"

He nodded, his mind racing with the realization that this was more than just a game. Lilly was testing him, pushing him to his limits. "Do you actually want to have sex with him?" His voice was barely above a whisper, the words sticking in his throat.

"I don't know," she said, her eyes dark with desire. "But the thought of it... it makes me so wet." She leaned closer, her breath hot against his ear. "And knowing that you're down there, cleaning up his mess... it makes me want to do it even more."

Mark felt his cock throb at her words, his body betraying his fear. "I want to cum so badly right now," he groaned, his hand moving to his erection.

Lilly took his hand away, her eyes never leaving his. "Not yet, baby," she whispered. "But soon."

*I have not felt this chapter as much, I'll try to return to the chapter 1 style in the finishing part. Still I think it is important to reveal "character progression" even in porn, I would not like to see character like Mark go from 0-100 in one sentence, so here if a lot of words that make my internal critique shut up. Anyway, in the last chapter there will be more Kyle, more actual sex, more cuckolding scenes, and of course the great climax (literal, emotional, and figurative)