Cobra Kai Pt. 01

*IF FEMALE INFIDELITY CAUSES YOU PSYCHOLOGICAL PROBLEMS...THEN, THERE'S NOTHING TO SEE HERE...PLEASE MOVE ALONG *

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Paul Cuckfield arrived home from work and went straight to his bedroom. He collapsed onto his bed and shook his head as he reflected on the events that had led to him moving back in with his mother. Just 6 months ago, he thought he had the perfect life. Then things went horribly wrong.

Before the nightmare started, Paul had thought he had a pretty good life. He was 42 and his wife Lisa 30. They had been married for 8 years, and Paul always felt a cocky satisfaction that he had a wife that other men lusted after. At his work's Christmas parties, his male colleagues drooled over Lisa with barely contained envy.

When they'd met, Lisa was fairly naive about city life. She was from a rural background and dressed like someone in their forties. But Paul had seen her potential. Under her conservative clothes he was sure she had a killer body. She tried to conceal her huge breasts, but that was impossible. And even without makeup, she was pretty. She was probably a few pounds overweight, but Paul had snapped her up without hesitation. He saw a girl he could manage and manipulate, and Lisa seemed content to defer to his experience.

Paul gradually persuaded Lisa to dress more sexily. She started coming out of her shell and gained more confidence. Paul really got off on the reactions to his wife. Men did double takes when they saw her DD cleavage almost spilling out. Even Lisa seemed to get a kick out of it, though she would try to play it down. Paul knew she'd had a sheltered upbringing and had never attracted much male attention. Now, she seemed to enjoy male eyes scanning her body.

Then, about a year ago, Paul started pushing Lisa to dress even more sexily. At first, she had dismissed the idea, but Paul knew there was part of her that was excited by the prospect of dressing even raunchier. She didn't take much persuading to go shopping for more clothes. When she got home, Paul excitedly checked out her purchases. He was pleased to see miniskirts, lingerie and other stuff Lisa would once have called indecent. But by now, she knew that her body was far superior to the average, and that raunchy clothes could only emphasize her gifts from nature.

They went out the following Saturday and Paul couldn't believe how sexy Lisa looked. She was wearing a miniskirt and a flimsy top that laced up across her breasts. Paul was sure that if she exhaled too long, her breasts would burst out. She looked like a completely different woman to the one he'd married. Makeup and high heels made her look like an expensive, slutty call girl.

They went to a club and Paul could feel eyes leering at his wife. When he went to the toilet, he came back to find some guy hitting on Lisa. After that, it seemed like a common occurrence. Paul only had to turn his back for a few seconds and some guy would be all over her. Paul was always excited when it happened. He had something that every other man wanted. He was envied and it made him feel good.

As Lisa drank more alcohol, her inhibitions disappeared and she wanted to dance. Paul didn't dance and tried to keep an eye on her from the bar. He watched as several guys tried to hit on her. One or two even groped her as they danced. When Lisa came back, she downed more booze and then went back onto the dance floor. Paul could see her eyes were glazed and she was drunk. He nearly told her it was time to leave, but decided to give it another 10 minutes.

Paul couldn't see Lisa too clearly through the throng of people dancing. He briefly saw some guy with his hands on her hips, and then he lost her. He waited 10 minutes before he walked around the dance floor looking for her. He was starting to get worried when he saw some guy with his arms around a blonde girl. It couldn't be Lisa, could it? He recognized her shoes and he moved closer. When he finally saw her, he stopped in his tracks.

Lisa and this guy were seriously making out. Her arm was around his neck and her other hand seemed to be between his legs. The guy's hands were roaming all over her body, squeezing her ass, then her big breasts. The guy was saying something to her. Lisa nodded before they resumed kissing and tonguing. Paul stared in shock. He couldn't move and he suddenly realized he had an erection. Then, Lisa moaned loudly. Even Paul heard it above the music.

Lisa was pumping her hips against the guy as her head was thrown back. Her eyes were suddenly wide as she shook and squirmed against him. Paul was stunned by what he saw. Lisa had just had an orgasm. There was no doubt about it. He didn't know how long he'd been watching as the kissing continued.

10 minutes later, Lisa finally spotted Paul and pushed the guy away. She and the guy had a short conversation which ended when she showed him her wedding ring. She kissed his cheek and then walked unsteadily towards Paul. She looked embarrassed as she said,

"Maybe we should go home now."

Neither of them spoke on the way back. Paul still had an erection tenting his pants. He kept picturing Lisa cumming in the nightclub. Her eyes and mouth open in elation as her body lurched against the man. Paul couldn't even remember what the guy looked like. He was tall and well built, but his face was a blank. When they got home, Paul wanted answers.

He suddenly spat,

"What the hell was that, Lisa?"

She was still a little drunk, and hesitated before replying,

"I don't know how it happened. I was drunk and this guy started dancing with me and feeling me up. I wasn't thinking straight and I was really horny. Anyway, he moved us to a corner and we started making out. I just lost it after that."

"And you couldn't say no?" Paul fumed.

"I know you like it when guys hit on me. I only meant to let him have a grope, but he was so sexy. He was really turning me on," She replied. Paul felt his dick throbbing. He sat down to hide it and said,

"He made you cum."

"I know. He knew what he was doing, honey. He was driving me crazy," Lisa replied quietly.

Later, in bed, Paul couldn't get it out of his mind. He hadn't heard any regret or remorse from Lisa. She had loved every second of it. If he hadn't been there, she probably would've fucked the guy. He suddenly asked,

"What was he saying to you, babe?"

"A lot of dirty stuff. How much he wanted to fuck me and play with my tits. If I wanted his cock inside me," Lisa replied matter of factly.

Paul slowly stroked his dick under the duvet and murmured,

"What did you say to that?"

Lisa stared into space as she said,

"Well, I told him I'd love that, honey. I WAS drunk."

Paul was sure she was replaying the scene in her head. He turned to her and said,

"I saw you stroking his crotch. Was he big?"

Lisa smiled in the darkness and replied,

"Well, I didn't see it, but it felt pretty big."

Then, Paul stuttered,

"B-Bigger than me?"

Lisa turned away and smirked before she said,

"Oh, yes, much bigger."

Paul grimaced in silence. He wondered if she was mocking him. His dick was still hard and he had to cum. He quickly got on top of Lisa and pushed inside her. He jabbed in 6 times and ejaculated.

Lisa couldn't remember Paul ever coming so fast. She'd noticed his erection earlier but didn't want to embarrass him by saying anything about it. For most of their marriage Lisa had viewed sex as unimportant, then Paul had started encouraging her to wear sexier clothes. She soon noticed the stares and the attention she drew. It was a huge boost to her ego. She had been quiet and shy growing up. She had little experience with boys and sex. She'd always wanted to be a wife and mother.

It wasn't long after that incident that Paul and Lisa decided to try for a baby. After 4 months of trying, they both saw a doctor to find out if there was a problem. To Paul's horror, it turned out he had an extremely low sperm count. He didn't want to talk about it or seek alternative methods. His manhood was in tatters and he didn't want to hear about a baby that wouldn't be his biologically. Lisa was pissed at his attitude and their relationship was frosty for weeks.

Then, 6 months ago, they got a new neighbor. A single woman called Tiffany moved in next door. She was in her thirties and was the talk of the neighborhood for a while. During her first week, 3 different men had stayed the night, which caused quite a stir amongst their middle aged neighbors. However, she and Lisa immediately became good friends. Lisa was enthralled when Tiffany told her what she did for a living.

Apparently, Tiffany managed several models. Not the catwalk types, though. Her models did lingerie, clothing for catalogues and even porn. Lisa asked questions about it all the time. Tiffany could see that Lisa was somewhat innocent. They would often use Lisa's swimming pool and then sunbathe. Tiffany always kept her cell phone handy and 20 minutes rarely passed without it ringing.

Paul thought Tiffany was hot. She was a woman who had total confidence in herself. But Tiffany took an instant dislike to Paul. She didn't like the way he tried to control Lisa. Who she could see, where she could go. Tiffany got the impression he was paranoid about losing his control over her. After all, a 12 year age gap was no small thing. And in all honesty, Tiffany had thought the age gap was closer to 20 years before she'd learned the truth.

Lisa found Tiffany easy going and easy to talk to. She soon spilled the beans on her life and marriage. She even told Tiffany about Paul's low sperm count. Tiffany chuckled and said,

"No wonder Paul snapped you up quick, girl. Looks like you got the short end of the stick...short, thin and empty."

They both burst out laughing. Tiffany loved making Paul the butt of her jokes. As far as she was concerned, Paul was just another middle class male with no backbone. Putting up a facade to try and fool the world.

It was a month since Tiffany moved in and Lisa was spending more and more time with her. Tiffany had converted one of the rooms in her house into a mini gym. She and Lisa usually worked out together. Tiffany was impressed with Lisa's voluptuous body. Her standout feature was her bust, of course. Her tits seemed to defy physics. Instead of going down, they pointed straight out. Tiffany was a little envious of Lisa's incredible tits, but other than that, the two women were fairly similar. Tiffany wondered if a little surgery could give her a similar bust. She was a 36C and she'd always been happy with her pair. But...bigger is better.

They were sitting in Tiffany's living room after their workout, when Lisa suddenly asked,

"What kind of porn do your girls do, Tiffany?"

"I'll show you," She replied as she opened her laptop and connected it to the tv. After about 5 minutes, she started a video, then sat back. Tiffany glanced at Lisa and said,

"I think you'll like this, Lisa. It's tasteful. We do work with a company that makes high definition and well shot, erotic videos. None of that wham bam shit. You could call it female friendly."

There was some music and credits, then the action started. Lisa leaned forward and licked her lips. She had only seen a handful of porn videos. They were badly made and shot with a home camera or phone. This one was totally different. The picture quality was excellent and so were the performers. When Lisa saw the guy's cock, she blurted,

"No way."

"What?" Asked Tiffany, raising an eyebrow.

"How big is an average penis?" Asked Lisa, looking confused.

Tiffany giggled and replied,

"Well, it's not as big as that guy's 7 inches. The figure most people come up with is 6 inches. What's up, girl? Is Paul lacking length as well as sperm?"

Lisa could only nod, unable to take her eyes off of the screen. The video was 40 minutes and Lisa watched every second of it. As more credits rolled, she realized that she'd never had sex anywhere near that long or that erotic.

Lisa turned to Tiffany and said,

"So, how long does good sex last, Tiff?"

Tiffany chuckled and replied,

"You really are an innocent, aren't you? Well, I'll give you my opinion on it. I wouldn't throw a guy out of bed who could last more than 10 minutes. But less than that...hit the road, Jack. A good lover uses foreplay, will lick your pussy without being asked. Then again, some guys get you so hot, you just wanna fuck. A real stud is well hung, can get hard again every time and can go all night."

Lisa listened intently. Paul didn't tick any of those boxes. In fact, from what she'd learned today, he was a lousy lover. He didn't eat her pussy and it was more a question of strokes than minutes. Fuck! Why had she not seen his shortcomings earlier? The only orgasms Lisa had were self induced. And on top of all that, Paul had a micro sperm count and didn't want to consider other options for conceiving a child. She was suddenly angry. Did Paul think she would quietly accept not having children? He had another thing coming if he did.

Tiffany continued to coax more information from Lisa. She learned that Paul's dick was thin and under 5 inches. In fact, she now knew everything about Paul's shoddy performance in bed. Tiffany gauged that Lisa was definitely frustrated. Not just sexually but with Paul as a whole. He was living in the past. He had old fashioned ideas about marriage and the roles of husband and wife. The husband had to be the dominant force who made the decisions. The wife had to support those decisions. In short, her place was in the kitchen. Hardly a 21st century perspective.

Lisa was fascinated by Tiffany's job and her connections to erotic porn. Tiffany had given her the website of the company that made all the tasteful porn and an assortment of magazines and catalogues that featured men and women she represented. Lisa found herself masturbating regularly as she watched the erotic videos. Drooling over the well endowed hunks.

One question had been at the forefront of her mind lately, and Lisa finally came out with it as she and Tiffany lazed by the pool one afternoon. Lisa suddenly said,

"I've watched quite a few videos on that website you gave me, Tiff, and nearly all the men seem to be...bigger than average."

Tiffany took a sip from her drink, then replied,

"There's one thing that always sells in porn, and that's bigger. Be it cock size or breast size, people always want bigger."

"Is bigger really better then? Asked Lisa.

"Well, let me put it this way, hun, would you trade your breasts for a smaller cup size?"

Lisa shook her head slowly. Her big breasts were her best assets and she wouldn't trade them for anything. Tiffany continued,

"Of course not. Most women want larger breasts and 99% of men definitely prefer them. But when it comes to cock size, it's not as straightforward because of the fragile male ego."

Lisa gave it some thought before she said,

"So, what do you think, Tiff? Does cock size really matter, to YOU?"

Tiffany smiled to herself as she replied,

"Hmmm, well, personally, I prefer a big cock that can go deep. Not many women are going to admit that though. If there are two words that men can't handle, it's 'size matters'."

Lisa nodded in contemplation. She could imagine how those two words would seriously upset Paul.

The following weekend, Tiffany took Lisa out to a club on the outskirts of the city. On this particular Saturday, it was a male strip club. Lisa was surprised when they were shown straight in and given a table right in front of the stage. Tiffany explained that they were VIP's tonight and that everything was free. A couple of her clients occasionally worked here and she had a good relationship with the management.

Tiffany kept the drinks flowing as the night wore on. She wanted to see how wild Lisa could get when she was drunk and horny. At 10.30pm, Tiffany decided to slip something into Lisa's next drink. It was an aphrodisiac used by female performers in porn. By 11pm, Lisa was wide eyed as she watched the latest stripper dancing on the stage. She was whooping and clapping at the young, muscular man clad in cowboy attire.

Tiffany could tell that Lisa was aroused. If she wasn't standing, she'd be fidgeting in her seat. Her skin was flushed and her eyes were huge as she stared at the man thrusting his pelvis at the screaming audience. When the young man momentarily lowered his pouch, revealing a large, semi erect cock, Lisa jumped up and squealed as she pointed at his crotch. The young cowboy danced and gyrated in front of their table for most of his routine. These two sexy women were of a different calibre to the rest of the audience.

Around midnight, Tiffany said,

"So, tell me, Lisa, which guy was your favorite?"

Lisa thought for a few seconds before she giggled,

"Well, I know he was kind of young, but that cowboy was really hot."

"Tell you what, I'll see if I can arrange a private show for us," Said Tiffany as she got up and headed around the stage. Lisa hoped she could arrange it. She was so horny, her whole body was tingling.

Tiffany came back 10 minutes later and said,

"It's all set. They can fit us in at 12.30am. Billy the Kid was totally up for it when he knew that it was for us. I guess we'll find out how much lead he's got in his gun."

Lisa tried not being too obvious as she discretely checked the time every 30 seconds or so.

Eventually, they were called to one of the rooms behind the stage. There were two couches and a table, with two speakers on the walls as they sat down. A waitress brought in two drinks just as the music started up. A voice suddenly cut in and said,

"And now, the hardest gun in the West...Simon Long!"

Simon came strutting into the room in his full outfit and began his routine. Earlier, Tiffany had told him to concentrate his attention on Lisa. After 5 minutes of dancing, Simon had removed his upper garments and invited Lisa to oil up his body.

Lisa's hands were trembling as she reached up and began rubbing the oil into his chest. She stroked and massaged his hard body in barely contained excitement, glancing down at the growing bulge in his pouch. She sat down again and squeezed and rubbed his ass, his crotch only inches from her face. Tiffany watched in interest, wondering how far Lisa would go. Right now, she looked like a salivating bitch in heat.

Lisa's attention was locked on Simon's pouch. Without thinking, her fingers suddenly tugged the strings at his hip and his pouch fell away. Lisa gasped,

"Oh, Goddd!" As his cock sprang out, pointing at Lisa's face and still growing. Simon looked down and asked,

"You like?"

Lisa opened her mouth to speak, but instead just nodded.

Her hands continued idly rubbing his hips as time stood still. She wondered what she should do. Then, Simon moved forward, pushing his cock against her face. Lisa moaned loudly as she stared cross eyed down the length of his cock. Her nipples ached and her pussy throbbed in arousal as Simon slid his cock across her face. He had the added visual of her huge cleavage heaving.

Simon tried to push his cock into her mouth but Lisa kept her lips pursed. He gripped his shaft and began slapping her face with it. Lisa moaned each time his hard cock bounced on her face as sprinkles of precum sprayed her skin. She kissed his shaft as it slapped against her lips. Her fingers were itching to touch her pussy. She was on the edge of an orgasm, but was still aware that Tiffany was in the room. For some reason, that was a barrier to her.

Simon was grunting as he neared his climax. He wanted to cum over her face, but the management didn't approve of things going too far, unless it was initiated by the clientele. And he knew that the other dark haired woman had connections to the club. So, instead, he looked down at Lisa and said,