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  Cuckolded by my Landlord

  Hotwife & Submissive Husband First Time Cuckolding

  By Tinto Selvaggio

  Copyright 2015 by T. Selvaggio

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  This is work of fiction contains graphic sexual content and is for mature audiences only. It is intended only for those eighteen years of age or older. All sexually active characters portrayed in this ebook are consenting adults eighteen years of age or older. As a work of fiction, any similarities to any situations or persons living or dead are entirely coincidental.

  Description

  Nick never thought his sexy young hotwife could actually be persuaded cuckold him. Not even if she did sometimes indulge his cuckolding fantasies by flirting with other guys or role-play in bed. He certainly never expected to be cuckolded by a much older man like their landlord.

  But when the submissive husband and his free-spending young wife get into serious debt, the landlord is the only one this naive couple can turn to. For a husband with a gorgeous wife he's never really satisfied, this is only going to end one way.

  The landlord is a man who takes great pleasure in demanding a whole lot more of this couple than a share of their financial problems.

  How will the husband deal with submission to an experienced bull determined that he should be both cuckolded and dominated? A landlord hell-bent on the systematic humiliation of the husband as he reduces him to watching and intimately sharing his beautiful wife?

  This is a full-size stand-alone 20,000 words + novella story written from the husband's point of view. It contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity including submission, voyeurism and cuckold humiliation. Only mature adults who won’t find that offensive should read this..

  Chapter One

  “You’re not annoyed with me for flirting with that guy in the bar are you? The one who came over to me while you were at the washroom?” My wife’s crystal blue eyes widen as she looks at me from the passenger seat of the car. I start the engine again and turn the heater right up. It’s turned into a cold night.

  “I thought that’s what you wanted me to do, flirt with a guy when he comes on to me” She always looks even more beautiful when she’s concerned or upset.

  “You know it is Kelsey.” I glance out into the darkness of the rest area. “And I appreciate your idea of stopping here on the way back home. It’s just I’ve just been so focused on trying to get the business off the ground. It’s hard to think of anything much else at the moment.”

  “Well I was thinking it might be hot if someone saw us here making out in the car,” she whispers, her hand continuing to try and massage some life into the front of my jeans

  I study her angelic features; her honey-blonde hair, high cheekbones with dimples below and those heaven-sent pouty lips. Not for the first time I wonder what I did to deserve a wife like her. You really wouldn’t need to watch much online porn to know that my size would never get me a role in that industry and I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of times Kelsey’s had an orgasm in bed with me. She always says it doesn’t matter to her but now this: – impotence! How many women in their 20’s who look the way she does would put up with it all?

  A wave of frustration washes through me making my blood run cold.

  “In any case,” she whispers, moving further across the center console and in close to my neck, “That guy at the bar wasn’t my type. Far too young and inexperienced-looking.”

  “He was about the same age as me wasn’t he? “ I sit upright and stare down at her. Ever since I introduced her to the idea of fantasising about being with other guys she’ll occasionally make a comment like that which takes me by surprise.

  “I’m just teasing you” she laughs and moves a strand of her shoulder-length hair away from her eyes.

  “I’m really sorry Kelsey. It’s just difficult to get in the mood at the moment. It’ll be fine when I’ve got my first client. I’m sure of it. Come on, let’s get back home.”

  Kelsey sighs, removes her hand from me and sits up pushing both her swollen breasts fully back into her white lace bra. She turns on the interior light so she can adjust her hair in the mirror.

  I swing the car back onto the highway in the direction of home and our new apartment. Silently I scold myself for biting my bottom lip again. My stomach is knotted with frustration for letting her down sexually once more.

  I don’t want to worry Kelsey with the whole of our financial picture. We might have known each other since we were in high school but the fact is she married a man with a good job and salary. She didn’t sign up for this. I scarcely like to admit it to myself, but our money situation is starting to get serious.

  I was sure that by now, after marketing my services as a self-employed designer for more than four months I’d have the clients to fund our lifestyle in our new apartment. It’s not working out that way and now almost all the money from when I got laid off has gone.

  An ambulance howls by on the other side of the road, lights flashing frantically. “Someone’s got a real problem” Kelsey smiles and reaches over the center console to stroke my leg.

  I pull into the parking lot outside our apartment block just in time to see a familiar large figure getting out of his enormous Mercedes. Mr Boseman the landlord from the huge penthouse apartment directly above ours.

  “Good evening Nicholas, Kelsey. Have you been anywhere special?” The old man adjusts his silver-rimmed spectacles and smiles warmly at us.

  “Not really Mr Boseman, we were supposed to be meeting a potential client but he had to cancel. We ended up just having a couple of drinks ourselves.”

  “Oh what it must be like to be young again and building up a new business.” He sighs and smiles at Kelsey.

  “Well I’ve been out having to supervise an eviction from one of my properties. All rather tiring. I’d better say ‘goodnight’ anyway Nicholas, Kelsey.” he smiles again and stuffs his car keys into his coat pocket before striding toward the apartment block.

  “Don’t you think some older guys can still be quite…you know…sexy-looking?” Kelsey whispers into my ear as she takes my arm while we cross the car park.

  “Arthur Boseman? You’re kidding Kelsey! He’s got to be in his 60’s!”

  “I caught him peeking over his balcony at me once when I was hanging out some washing.” she squeezes my arm and laughs, “Maybe he’s bit of a dirty old man.”

  Ordinarily, Kelsey’s comments about another guy, even if I knew she was just making them up, would be enough to get me rock hard. It wouldn’t matter if it was someone as obviously unsuitable and unlikely a fantasy lover as our old landlord upstairs. I mean, we both know she’d never do anything like that for real.

  Less than an hour later I’m lying in bed and far from being rock hard; my head is going in circles about what more I can do to bring in my first client.

  “A penny for your thoughts” Kelsey emerges from taking off her make-up in the bathroom. We might have been married three years and I might know very well how incredible her figure is, but it still never ceases to amaze me sometimes when I see it.

  Stripped
down to just her underwear her shape is breathtaking. Pale flesh with 36” natural breasts sweeping down to a tiny waist which in turn undulates out into curvy hips and a full, rounded rear. Below that are her long, shapely legs.

  If we hadn’t grown up in the same street in that same small neighbourhood together as kids would a girl like this really be with me?

  “I reckon you wear clothes that hide your shape on purpose, just so you can shock me with what’s underneath when you take them off.” I laugh, but Kelsey does dress conservatively most of the time. She’s never really been the kind of girl to try and draw attention to herself. Only a discerning eye would suspect exactly what might be underneath her clothes.

  In front of the mirror Kelsey pulls up her hair then ties it in a bob on her head. She plucks out her earrings and faces me.

  “You’re staring!” she pretends to cover herself with her hands and I laugh in response. She unclips her bra freeing her heavy breasts, her nipples stiffening a little as they become exposed.

  “I do love this apartment Nick don’t you?” She looks around our spacious bedroom at the large fitted wardrobes, matching dressing table then beyond to the large windows with silk curtains pulled across to close out the night. She smiles at me then peels down her panties and drops them into the laundry basket. She slides into bed next to me and I feel the warmth of her flesh against mine.

  “Anything now?” her voice is soft as her fingers circle my cowering cock under the duvet.

  “I’m sorry sweetheart. I don’t think I’ve been getting enough sleep either. I’m tired.”

  She kisses me on the cheek. I turn out the lamp and in the dark hear Kelsey turn over onto her side.

  Sometimes I wish I had someone to confide in about our situation. I certainly can’t tell Kelsey how worried I am. She’s never had much interest in trying to budget her finances, always been more of a spender than a saver. Not that I’m any better myself really.

  Well we’re down to the bare bones now and even with the money from her job we’re not going to be able to pay all our bills this month. Certainly not the big ones like the rent. Something’s going to have to give.

  Kelsey breathes steadily next to me now. She’s asleep.

  I wonder whether my Dad was right when he tried to insist on me working in the family business like my brother does. He always said I’d never make anything of myself on my own. He said the convenience store he’d built up would give me a job for life. But I wouldn’t do it. I’d had too many weekends in my teens stacking shelves, separating cardboard and plastic packaging for the bins while all the other guys were out playing football and chasing girls. I told my folks I’d prove them wrong after I got laid off from my last job. I said I’d show them I could start a business of my own and I’d make it work.

  Kelsey murmurs in her sleep next to me. What would her Mom say if she knew we were already starting to struggle? Or her old man for that matter, if he were still alive?

  “What did we tell you Kesley? Didn’t we warn you? You should’ve carried on with your studies, qualified then got a real career. Not abandoned everything so you could take a job way below your ability just to support Nick’s ridiculous design agency idea!”

  No doubt both sets of parents would repeat their warnings about the rental cost of this ‘fancy uptown apartment’ and accusations about us ‘spending money you don’t have’.” Maybe they were right all along.

  2:00a.m.and my mind is still whirring away. How the hell am I going to function at my desk in the back bedroom tomorrow trying to get emails out pitching for business when I’ve had no sleep?

  The duvet slips off Kelsey’s shoulder and she turns to face me. Soundly asleep. I smile as I recall her silly tease about Mr Boseman. God, she really is so very beautiful. I wouldn’t be surprised if the old guy did take the odd sneaky look at her from his terrace. Was it just my imagination or did his eyes linger on her longer than was strictly necessary in the car park earlier?

  But maybe there’s something in what she said that could help buy a little time with this month’s rent? I almost feel guilty having the thought but the rent is the biggest of our bills. If old Boseman does have a bit of a ‘thing’ for Kelsey, he might have less of a problem cutting us some slack. Like if I went up there and talked to him about a late payment this month.

  If I could buy us a week or two more time that might just be enough to get some money coming in.

  Chapter Two

  “Sorry to disturb you Mr Boseman, I was hoping I could have a word with you if possible?”

  “Ah, Good Afternoon Nicholas, I wondered who was calling at this time of day. I’ve just woken up actually. One tends to need the odd afternoon nap at my age you know.” He drags broad fingers through his thin grey hair and smiles warmly down at me.

  “If it’s not convenient now Mr Boseman I can call another time.” One part of me hopes he won’t have the time to talk, I’m not looking forward to this.

  “It’s fine and don’t be so formal Nicholas, call me Arthur. Please,” he gestures me into his apartment.

  I follow him across the polished wood-block flooring of his hallway which leads into an enormous living room that looks around three or four times the size of ours. There are two large leather sofas with a glass coffee table between them and huge framed sketches on the walls. Above an ornate stone fireplace is a white flat screen TV and on the floor below the fireplace a black fur rug.

  I take up Mr Boseman’s offer of some Green tea and pretend to browse his bookcase while he’s preparing it.

  “Ah, you’ve found my guilty secrets Nicholas” Arthur nods towards the bookcase as he emerges with a silver tray and our drinks. “In another life I was a businessman. Forever putting deals together. Before I retried I mean. “

  “And an artist too?”

  “Oh, pencil drawing is just a hobby to help me idle away my days Nicholas.” He sits on one of the sofas and invites me to follow.

  “You’ve got a beautiful place here Mr Boseman, I mean Arthur.” I look around struggling for some more small talk before deciding to get straight to the point.

  “This a little embarrassing Arthur. As I think I mentioned, I’ve been trying to set up my new business since we arrived here, trying to win my first clients. “

  “Marketing one’s business is very important especially when you’re trying to get it started Nicholas,” the landlord nods.

  “Yes, well I’ve had some success; I’ve won one client who I’ve done some work for. I’m waiting for them to pay and of course I need to get more clients; but at least I’ve made a start”

  “Indeed. It sounds like you’re off and running then.” He sips his tea and brown eyes peer at me above the top of his glasses.

  “The thing is Arthur, this first client was due to have paid me last week for the work I’ve already done for them but I’ve checked again this morning and the money still hasn’t gone into my bank.”

  “I see,” the landlord says softly and stirs his tea.

  “I’ve spoken to them again today and they said they’ve had some cash-flow issues but the money will go into the bank early next week.”

  “But what does this have to do with me Nicholas?”

  “Well I was hoping Mr Boseman, Arthur, hoping..”

  “To delay the payment of your rent this month?” he asks.

  “I know you told us very clearly before we moved in here Arthur that there was a lot of demand for this place and that you couldn’t tolerate late payments. But it should literally only be a couple of days and just this once. I’m confident there’ll be more clients confirmed very shortly.”

  “Nicholas, I appreciate it must have been difficult for you to come here and tell me this. But you’re being upfront and honest about it and that’s good – I don’t like surprises where money is concerned. “He smiles and raises his cup from the saucer before nodding at me over the top of it.

  “I’m not so old that I don’t remember what its like to be young a
nd starting out together in a new home like you and Kelsey. Things won’t always run smoothly.” He makes a dismissive gesture with a hand. “You take a couple of weeks to get yourself sorted out Nicholas. That won’t be a problem. Don’t worry about it.” He surveys me and smiles again.

  I thank him for his understanding, feeling like a great pressure in my stomach has eased

  “As I said to you when you signed up for my property downstairs, I hope you’re very happy here. And I’ll do what I can to help you. You seem like a decent young couple. Quite rare in this day and age. In fact you remind me of myself and my first wife when we were young.”

  He’s going on about himself, his two ex-wives and a number of grown up kids but I’m not really listening – even as he shows me around all four lavish bedrooms of his penthouse. I’m just glad his bark about late payments was so obviously a lot worse than his bite.

  “Sometimes I wonder whether this place isn’t too large for an old fool like me all by himself Nicholas but,” he sighs, “It’s the smallest property I have that’s not rented out so what else can I do?” He shrugs his shoulders and I find myself staring at one of the drawings on the wall in the bedroom we’re now in.

  “Sadly I didn’t get to draw that one myself” he laughs, admiring the sketch of naked female with pendulous breasts and wrists bound together with rope that faces us.

  “I bought that when I first started to get interested. Interested in drawing I mean of course Nicholas.” He laughs at his own joke before leading me back out into the hallway.

  I’m not sure if I’m over-reacting, but something’s making me feel a little uncomfortable about a man who’s probably in his late 60’s hanging drawings of naked women in bondage on his walls.

  “Arthur I do really appreciate your understanding with this situation. I hated having to come here and ask.” I say hurriedly at his door.

  “As I said Nicholas; there’s really no need for you to feel concerned about your position. Not at this point. It’s happened to the best of us. All I ask is that it doesn’t become a regular occurrence.” He holds open his front door for me to leave.