Being Cuckolded #23 Nottingham Weekend Part 3

Clunk...rattle, clunk...rattle The sound of the toilet stall door rattling against the catch in the gents toilets. My wife cornered, pressed into it as her black stud "Mr Birmingham" worked inside her.

I've heard many sounds of intercourse during my cuckolding this year, the creaking bed, the groaning kitchen table, but this was a new one. I was sat on the toilet, holding my wife's knickers and her handbag as this happened in front of me.

It had taken some time to get him in the mood, apparently my presence was a distraction...which I suppose is fair enough. My wife had sat on my lap at first, sucking him into her mouth. That was...an interesting experience, my wife wiggled her hips and ground down onto my cage as she sucked him.

I stroked her stocking thighs, she had already lifted her skirt up around her waist to remove her underwear. When he was finally in the mood, she quickly jumped up off my lap and propped herself against the corner. Quite a feat, considering how pissed she was.

He lifted one of her legs up over his arm as he cornered her. She helped guide him in, the look on my wife's face as he slid up fully into her was quite something. Her mouth was open, gasping as he thrust, her eyes locked with his. She was scr****g her nails down his back, under his shirt, clawing at him.

The door at the entrance to the gents toilets creaked, he didn't seem to care. I think my wife was too drunk or horny to care either. Clunk...rattle, clunk rattle the relentless fucking continued.

My wife's hands were now gripping the top of the stall, he was riding her hard. His own hands were holding her legs open, she rested one foot on my knee as I sat there behind them. I noticed her shoe had fallen off, absent mindedly I glanced around on the floor, but where it had gone was a mystery.

My wife began to moan, she was whispering to him. "Don't stop" she said. A few moments later she came, groaning loudly, she sank onto his cock and went limp in his arms. He held my wife there motionless, allowing her to enjoy the sensation as he kissed her.

Suddenly, a shoe slid under the stall wall. "Good job mate, think she lost this!" Apparently we had a spectator...I immediately went cold, did he know I was here too? Had he seen us enter?

My wife sleepily laughed, shouting "thank you!" as I picked her shoe up. They kissed gently for several minutes, his hands stroking her legs and bottom, while he remained impaled inside her. There was silence from outside, presumably he was still there, whoever he was.

Then the door outside creaked again, god I hope that was whoever that strange man was leaving and not someone else coming in. I don't think I could face him seeing me in here with my wife and ....her lover.

Mr Birmingham hadn't finished yet though, he let my wife catch her breath and regain her strength. Then Clunk...rattle, clunk... rattle began again. I guess he wasn't nervous anymore. He didn't seem to care about the stranger outside or me in here.

I looked up, noticing my wife looking down at me over his shoulder, her eyes were full of drunken lust. I wondered what she was thinking right at that moment, seeing me, sat on the toilet, holding her wet panties and purse for her. Maybe it's best I don't know.

Clunk...rattle, clunk..rattle, clunk rattle clunk rattle, clunk... the sudden stop to the monotonous noise was Mr Birmingham releasing into my wife. She shrieked as he came, his loud grunts echoed around while he rammed her hips hard into the door one last time.

All I could picture was his emptying black balls grinding up into her pussy. I didn't look down, preferring to watch my wife's face as it happened. She looked....satisfied.

My wife gave him her knickers after, a trophy or a playful reminder, depending on your perspective. As we all left the pub, I kept a firm gaze on the floor, I had visions of everyone in the pub knowing what was going on in the gents toilets. At least one guy knew, he was bound to tell someone.

Hurriedly pushing my wife out the door as the sound of the crowd clapping and cheering could be heard. The clapping and cheering was undoubtedly for the band...but the timing was embarrassingly perfect.

We got Mr Birmingham's phone number, he's in my phone contacts now. Just in case we or he are ever in the mood and vicinity. My phone book now has two men in it who have fucked my wife. It's been 9 months since we started, I wonder how many numbers I'll have next year...

As we snuggled up in the hotel bed, me spooned up behind my wife. I began to stroke her hip and kiss her neck. She grabbed my hand and patted it, pulling my arm around her and pressing it to her belly. "Not tonight babe...I'm shattered." she said.