Sweet and Sour Sauce

By Tom Covenent

‘I would do whatever you want,’ she said, ‘and don't think you’re the only one who has naughty fantasies.’

She was looking at me, curiously, as if on the edge of a question, but she didn't voice it.

‘I've imagined you in the porn we've watched, it's more exciting when it's you.’

‘You’d like that, watching me being a bad girl?’

‘You have to ask?’

‘I thought you'd be jealous.’

‘I would, that's the sour in sweet and sour, the bitter in bitter sweet.’

When a voyeuristic husband’s confession of cuckold fantasising coincides with the restored sexuality of his post menopausal wife, there were always going to be consequences.

Plans for an unusual weekend away seemed to be going awry, but it is an ill wind, they say, that blows nobody any good.

An evening at the Old Barn offered unique amateur entertainment, but it had been forced to close by local opposition. The theatre was gone, the show must go on...but who had hired the actors?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tom Covenent
• Release date: Sep 10, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463259924

Tom Covenent

Specialising in real erotic situations, you will find no millionaires, no shades of grey, just red hot sex. In his fifties, married, Tom likes to write about wives and husbands sexual awakenings. A lover of lingerie and sometimes not a little kinky.

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Sweet and Sour Sauce

Tom Covenent

Copyright 2013 by Tom Covenent

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Sweet and Sour Sauce

Chapter One

Why do some husbands enjoy the idea of their wife being adulterous with other men? When I realised I was one of those husbands, I immediately concluded I was unusual, abnormal, a pervert. Panicked into hasty research, it was with immense relief that I learned of the term cuckoldry and uncovered a significant population of men, unflatteringly labelled cuckolds, who shared my perversion.

I had first realised there was a sweetness that came with the sour taste of heartbreak following an acrimonious break up with a girlfriend. After the anger of her betrayal had subsided and as the tide of jealousy and self-pity washed over me, I found myself imagining her in intimate situations with the man she had two timed me with. Agonising jealousy and an erection made strange but unexpectedly compatible bedfellows. I suppose it was unsurprising that the loss the of a regular sex partner would inevitably result in increased masturbation and the need for creative imagination. But it didn’t end there. Once I had discovered the complex and powerful pleasures inherent in a cuckold relationship, it was not easy to leave them behind. Even when I had a entered into a new relationship, I began to look for tell-tale signs of betrayal, almost as if I was hoping to find them.

After several failed relationships, failures caused in part by my obsession with loyalty being misunderstood as jealousy, I met and fell in love with the woman who is now my wife.

Her sexual appetite was as voracious as my own, becoming apparent early in our relationship when she had enthusiastically shared some ropey old porn videos her previous live-in boyfriend had left. They were explicit and arousing in the bluntest way, like most porn in the eighties; quite boring once the clothes were too quickly discarded and the humping had begun.

There were exceptions. One comes immediately to mind, because of her response to it. I noticed that her knickers were wetter under my fingering than was usual as we watched it together one night. I hadn't asked her if it turned