My museam cuckold

A solitary security guard dozing in a corner, and a few distant, muffled, whispers were the only signs of life in the gallery. Truth be told I was only there to use the facilities, modern art was lost on me.

I crept down the corridor, hoping my echoing footsteps wouldn’t draw any attention to the fact I was only there to relieve myself. Reaching the safety of the bathrooms I slipped through the door and into one of a handful of unisex cubicles. I unzipped my fly, took out my impressive member and pissed like a racehorse.

There was a certain swing in my step as I left the cubicle and began washing my hands in one of the communal sinks. To my suprise another cubicle door opened and a slender, slightly timed looking, brunette walked out.

She was a pretty little thing, in her late twenties or early thirties, with silken brown hair that reached just below her shoulders. She caught my eye for a brief moment and gave me a shy, retreating smile. I returned the favour, beaming at her whilst taking the opportunity to admire her full lips and high cheekbones.

“You eyeing up my wife?” The accusation came from behind me and I swivelled around to find a squat, red faced man staring up at me with two beady little eyes.

He must have been a foot shorter than me, balding, and fat enough that he probably struggled to see his own cock.

I looked back at the woman who I presumed was his wife. A picture of loveliness. She averted her gaze, clearly embarrassed about the whole situation. It was obvious that the man had some deep seated insecurities, but I wasn’t about to let him talk to me like that, even in front of his partner.

“Yes, I am eyeing up you wife,” I replied, looking the weasel of a man straight in the eye.

His expression changed almost immediately, the unbridled anger was gone, replaced with a thin smile that spread across his face like an infection.

“You want to fuck her?” he asked, licking his lips.

It took a moment for me to process, but I had definitely heard him correctly.

My gaze moved to the woman, who had obviously seen the hesitance in my face, she gave an enthusiastic nod of encouragement.

I didn’t have a clue what was going on, but I wasn’t about to pass up the chance to have sex with this beautiful young woman in front of her husband.

“Yes,” I began, “I want to fuck your wife.”

The man turned to the woman and nodded his head in my direction. Dutifully she reached under her skirt with two hands and dropped a pair of black panties to the floor. She stepped out of them, retrieved the tiny garment, then walked over to me, panties in hand. It was the slow, seductive walk of someone confident in showing off their body, coupled with the shy, submissive glances of a woman who liked a man to take charge.

She put the panties on the sink next to me, almost like an offering, then knelt down before me and began to undo my fly. All the while her big brown eyes looking up at me, as if searching for approval. I looked down at the panties and was almost certain I could set a damp patch on the crotch, I had no doubt she was enjoying herself.

At that moment I felt her hand reach into my pants, and get a hold of my increasingly large member.