0 comments/ 86200 views/ 12 favorites A Coupling By: cuckytoher I was on my knees between the plastic blow up doll's legs humping away as my wife and her new found friends Gloria and Barry lay on the bed naked, half drunk from the bottle of wine and exhausted from their marathon sex session laughing as I entertained them by putting on this show. As I humped away knowing that I was going to cum any second, I thought back to how this had all started. My wife Pattie and I have talked about, and flirted with the idea of cuckolding for quite awhile. We had one rather pleasing experience with another male, but he was from out of town and haven't had much luck of late. That is until Pattie told me about her friend Gloria that works with her. She told me that although she and Gloria have minimal contact at work and even work in different buildings, they chat occasionally about things outside the office mostly via text. Gloria began texting Pattie and asking her if she and I had every 'played around' with another couple. Pattie said that we had played around but not with another couple, with another man. She told Gloria about cuckolding and she seemed intrigued. Their texts flew back and forth for a month or more and finally Pattie was getting frustrated because she couldn't quite figure out what Gloria and her husband Barry were after. Gloria had 'alluded' to Pattie that they had met another man or were going to a swingers club etc. Finally, frustrated Pattie decided to be blunt and take the first step. She told Gloria that their texts had her dripping with excitement and that she would love to get together with them with me her cuckold husband present and serving in 'any capacity the three of us deem necessary' to which Gloria texted back, 'Let's do it!' And so that was it. Pattie knew that I would do anything for her without question. She knew that my first wife had left me for her lover and that when we started dating shortly thereafter I confessed to her my cuckold yearning, leanings and desires. Our relationship changed once we were married and Pattie took over everything including the checkbook, who did what around the house (I was assigned to do all the shopping, cooing, cleaning, yard work, laundry, and housework, while Pattie was in charge of the checkbook) and who I could associate with and when. Around the house I became her slave period. I was usually dressed in pantyhose and always work a CB-3000 chastity device except when she would grant me a 'release' after having been especially good or had pleased her in some way. The release consisted of her taking the device off and barely touching the head of my cock while I jerked frantically to cum. Once I had shot my load, she would make me lick ever drop clean and then put the dreaded device back on. The control of a chastity device as any cuckold knows is amazing. When you're in it, you're constantly reminded of why you're in it and how badly you want to be released. Once released you'll do virtually anything to cum and knowing this and exploiting it, Pattie has total control over me and anything I do. I've been required to kneel and lick her pussy for hours on end while she watches television or suck on her toes and give her a pedicure while she surfs cuckolding sites and reads cuckolding stories to me aloud. In short, I have become not only her cuckold husband but her slave, confidant, lover and boywife as she likes to call me. Pattie came home a few weeks back and told me about her and Gloria and their texting. I was extremely intrigued and aroused. She told me that she thought it would be hot for the four of us to get together with me serving them and how did I feel about that. I replied that if it would make her happy I was more than willing to do whatever she wished. That night in bed as I licked her to orgasm she told me how she envisioned her and Gloria making out with each other while Barry watched and I got him hard and ready for the two of them. She told of how after Barry had fucked them both silly and cum inside their pussies that I would be required to lick all three of them clean and wait on them hand and foot. She went on and on with variations from me licking her ass while Barry fucked her to me performing all sorts of humiliating acts all the while locked in my chastity device. I wasn't allowed to cum that night or the next or even the next, but had to wait a full month before I was released and allowed to cum. That night was pure heaven as I confessed to her that after being locked up for so long I would do anything she wanted. She took advantage of my excitement by making me confess my deepest darkest secrets and desires of what would take place when we got together with Gloria and Barry. I confessed how I wanted to lick Pattie's ass while Barry fucked her, how I wanted to suck his cock, how I craved humiliation from the three of them and went into detail. I confessed how I'd like to be dressed in a pink leotard with a ruffle around the waist wearing pantyhose with my device on while I served them. How I thought it would be hot if they sent me to get ice down the hall in the hotel dressed in that outfit and how I loved the thought of the three of them making a game of humiliating me and making me serve them. Like a sinner in a confessional, by the time I shot my load and lay there spent after having licked up all my own cum I had confessed every deep dark desire I had. Pattie merely smiled and said, "This is going to be fun!" Gloria and she continued to text each other and I was never privy to the content of the texts only knowing that they made my wife extremely wet as I licked her to orgasm each night. One night she let it slip that Barry had begun texting her too and that she told both he and Gloria of our experiences, desires and to my embarrassment, amazement and astonishment had relayed my long 'confession' to them. But what could I do? I was locked in chastity, a man with no financial means (the checking and savings accounts were all in her name and my check was directly deposited) and no way to escape even if I had wanted to; which I had no desire to do. A month ago on a Friday afternoon I was out cutting the lawn and getting ready to finish laundry when my cell phone buzzed with a text message from Pattie. It read simply, "FedEx coming with a package. Open it, read the enclosed instructions and be ready when I get home at seven." I trembled with excitement for the last time a package had arrived it had contained my chastity device which began the pain/pleasure road trip we were still on. Like clockwork the FedEx truck pulled up and the driver handed me a package which I signed for and immediately took into the house opening as I went. Inside was a manila envelope with a single typed page: To my little boywife...take a shower, make sure you're clean shaven from head to toe, then put this outfit on and wait for me and our guests to get there...champagne would be nice... I tore the rest of the package and stared in disbelief. There in the cardboard box was a pink leotard with a pink and white ruffle around the waist, a pair of pink crotch less tights and a pair of pink ballerina slippers. My heart sank! Could she possibly be serious? Did she really expect that I would wear this in front of Gloria and Barry? I mean I know I had confessed it to her, but I never thought she would take it to this height. And so here I stood at a crossroads from which I knew I would or could ever turn back. Before I knew it I was in the shower and had shaved my body as instructed. Looking at myself in the mirror I smiled and blushed. Here I stood shaved head to toe with a chastity device on dressed in the pink ballerina outfit, tights and slippers. It was exactly as I had confessed it to her that night. It was surreal and yet I found myself moving through the surreal scene and putting a bottle of champagne on ice. I busied myself making some hors d'oeuvres for our guests' enjoyment. At seven o'clock on the dot the front door opened and in walked Pattie followed by Gloria and Barry. Although I had never met them in person I could tell this was them by the descriptions she had provided to me. It appeared they had all been drinking quite a bit. Gloria was a tall brunette, wide in the hips, with very large breasts and firm thick thighs. She wore a tight, short black mini dress made of Lycra that had a plunging neckline that accentuated her great cleavage. She wore red heels to match and from what I could tell wasn't wearing any stockings or panties. Barry was exactly as Pattie had described him. He looked a bit like the actor Jason Statham and had an earring in his ear and wore a pair of dress pants and a loose shirt. The three of them sauntered into the living room and stood there staring at me. The moment seemed to go on for hours. The silence and tension was building. Finally Gloria put her hand over her mouth and burst out laughing. As if on cue, Pattie and Barry chimed in. "Oh my God" Gloria said, slapping her leg. "I know you've told us all about him and the control you have over him but actually coming here and seeing him in person dressed like this is a riot!" I stood there, my face burning a crimson red in my embarrassment. I simply curtsied and said, "I have chilled champagne if anyone would like some and some scallops wrapped in bacon." I could feel my little cock growing inside its cage and desperately wanted this evening to go as Pattie had planned it. Pattie walked over to me and kissed me full on the lips, then reached down and grabbed by cock and lifted the hem of my ruffled outfit. "See I told you both I have him locked in chastity and it has its desired effects as you can tell. Yes, my little boywife, champagne and scallops wrapped in bacon sounds divine. We'll have them in the living room." I curtsied and made my way to the kitchen as they retired chuckling and talking to the living room. When I returned with the tray the three of them were sitting on the couch. Barry was in the middle and Pattie was on his left with Gloria on his right. I gingerly set the tray down and gave each of them a glass of champagne followed by presenting them with the scallops. The three of them obviously didn't need any more alcohol, but the all clinked their glasses and downed them laughing and hugging each other. Pattie motioned and I immediately knelt and began massaging her feet. Gloria and Barry laughed at this too commenting on how well Pattie had me trained. Soon the three of them were making out like high school kids on a date. Hands and lips were roaming all over each other as clothes came off in a frenzied pace. Soon Gloria and Pattie were totally naked and Barry was naked from the waist up. They stopped their interaction for a moment and Pattie motioned to me and said, "I think you should take Barry's pants off and let us see what we're in store for." I knelt up and undid the belt buckle on Barry's pants and gently slid his slacks down his legs and threw them aside, gaping at his gorgeous semi erect cock that must have been at least seven inches even in that state. Pattie took his cock in her hand, her pink fingernails shining in the candle light and stroked it slowly as I knelt there like a dog waiting for a bone. She had this evil smile on her face as she squeezed it and a drop of glistening precum oozed from the tip. "Go ahead, I know you want it. Lick it like a good boywife should and get it nice and hard for us." Without saying a work I obediently obeyed and licked Barry's cock while she held it in her hands feeding it to me. I was again lost in the surreal world of it all and lapped and sucked his cock with a fierce abandon. Every now and then I would glance up and see the three of them kissing and licking and sucking each other in various ways. I could feel Barry growing harder and thicker in my mouth and could taste the ever present salty taste of his precum. All at once Pattie pushed me out of the way, stood up and straddle Barry's cock. I watched it sink deep into her already soaked pussy. She spread her cheeks and I knew what that meant and began licking her ass immediately. Gloria sucked on Pattie's nipples and played with her tits as Barry fucked her hard while all the while I knelt licking her ass and his balls. He was pounding her like I never could; her arms wrapped around his neck as she rode his cock and screamed she was going to cum. In that instant Barry shouted he was cumming to as I watched their bodies tense with the intense orgasm each was experiencing. They both lurched and bucked into each other until I heard a little laugh escape from Pattie and she blew out a large breath. "Phew, THAT was something I have been waiting for!" She raised her leg and took her place back next to Barry on the couch. I knelt there gazing at his cock as if hypnotized. I had never seen a cock so big up close and covered in cum and my wife pussy juice. It was now Barry who addressed me, "Go ahead and show us what a good little boywife you are and clean my cock up and your wife's pussy." It wasn't an invitation but rather and order and an order I knew I'd follow no matter what. I dropped my head onto his lap and licked and sucked their juices clean from his cock while the three of them patted me on the head and talked about how hot that was. I then moved on to Pattie's pussy and licked her clean while they continued to revel in their post orgasm chat. Barry said he would be ready to go again in a few minutes something that had greatly impressed Pattie as she had told me earlier and I knew what that meant. Gloria motioned for me to come to her with the crook of her index finger, and I crawled between her legs and began to lick her without having to be told. I licked and sucked and lapped at her pussy for a good thirty minutes while Barry and Pattie made out like teenagers in their post coital lust. As I licked Gloria I see Barry's cock getting hard again out of the corner of my eye. Pretty soon he was at full mast and now it was Gloria who pushed me aside and mounted her husband's cock. Pattie and Barry continued to make out as he fucked Gloria and I knelt and licked her ass and his balls just as I had done when he fucked Pattie. Since that fateful night we've met at their home and in hotels where I've had the humiliating pleasure of checking the four of us into a single room while Barry, Gloria and Pattie stand behind me with their arms around each other making out. I get some strange looks from hotel clerks but love it all the same. One night in the midst of their fucking and sucking in a hotel room they sent me dressed in my humiliating outfit down the hall for ice. We didn't need ice, but I knew the method behind their madness. It's similar to the situation I find myself in now. Barry and Gloria bought a present for me last week. It was a plastic blow up doll like you see in the sex stores. And after the three of them had finished and they knew how incredibly insatiably horny I was, they let me out of my device and ordered me to 'make love' to the doll whilst they lay on the bed tangled in their embrace laughing and jeering and goading me on. I humped away as Barry yelled, 'kiss her!' followed by Patties, 'squeeze her tits' and Gloria's 'lick her pussy' to which I had to obey each command as they shouted it. Until, finally I was allowed to cum inside the doll and then lick it clean. I think we've found a couple we're going to be friends with for a long time to cum! A Coupling Divine There was something very special about Phil. A woman knows. She knows when she looks into a man's eyes; a woman can sense special qualities in a man. And that's how I knew Phil had something special for me. We met like any couple meets. I was dancing on top of my local bar with a girlfriend of mine trying to get guys attention by kissing her. I don't like women but any girl can tell you, sometimes you have to go the extra mile to find the good guys and guys love it when girls kiss. I kicked over a beer by accident and when I looked down, there he was. "You kicked my beer over, bitch." He said. I couldn't hear him over the juke box as it blasted Stardog Champion by Mother Love Bone. I bent forward. "I said you kicked my beer over now I want to see you eat your friend's pussy." He yelled over the hard rockin' music. Now it was Al Jourgensen belting out a little Jesus Built My Hotrod as I climbed down from the bar. When I stood before him I saw... He was an angel. When we got back to my place my stomach was a flutter. It was the excitement of the hook up. I love the nervous fluttering of a new fling because a million things run through your head. Will he be good, will he get stage fright, is he big, is he small, does he eat pussy, and Oh My God could he be the one. Will he call? Will I feel bad about this later? Will he love me or hate me. How exciting, people!!! Phil wasn't much for talking but he was kind of drunk. You have to give guys the benefit of the doubt when they've been drinking. I led Phil by the hand into my apartment. I flipped on the light. "Where's your bedroom?" Phil asked breaking the silence. "Hey baby don't be in such a hurry" I started to answer. "I want to fuck." Came the response. I stopped and looked at him blankly. Any other man would have been out on his ass unless he was much cuter than Phil but there was something about the way he said it, I had myself a special man here. We went into my bedroom I lit a candle and went into my bathroom to get a glass of water. When I returned Phil was in the middle of my room, naked. I stopped, the glass of water fell along with my jaw. Somewhere very far away I was aware of the cool water running between someone's toes; I think they were mine. He was hard. Very very hard and enormous! Oh my God ladies! Oh my God, oh my God!!! It began somewhere in a dark nest of pubic hair from which it burst forth like the horn of a rhino. It arced up over his pubic hair, then over his belly button. It was just getting started. This, ladies, was a long trip to the top. His belly button was a memory as my eyes traveled up, up, past his ribs to the head which was an angry purple eight pound medicine ball of love that throbbed with his heart beat. I watching in silent fascination as each time is heart pumped his cock tapped him between his chest muscles. It was at least, I shit you not, thirty solid loving inches of manhood. I know what you are thinking girls, jackpot! But there's more, he was thick! The best part... he was as big around as a two-liter bottle of soda. "I want to fuck." He said point blank. I could only stand in awe. This was the perfect specimen of man. This was the template by which all other men on earth were cut. But they were imperfect copies. "You are the form of a man." I said borrowing from Plato (could Plato have been hung like this? He was brilliant.) "What?" He blinked. I had found him, he was divine, I was in love, and it was wonderful. I wanted to dance and sing and praise God for sending me such a gift. He would make a great father and a wonderful provider I just knew it. Could you imagine a man with a penis like this betraying me, or our babies? Our precious little babies that he would love and cherish more than his own life. Could you?! This was a MAN, capital letters here! Men stick by their women and their children just like Phil would. We would have a wonderful life together. Sometimes, I thought, we'd stay up to late just talking and, Oh my, we would be so tired for work but just thinking of him would get me through the day. "Hey." Phil brought me back. I am dreamer, I need someone to ground me, he knew! "Fuck now." I ran to him, I couldn't help it, love makes you do crazy things. I hugged his penis. I turned my head to the side and pressed my cheek to his glans. It was hot against my skin and how it throbbed! His heart, which beats only for me, was causing our cock to throb against my face. I wrapped my arms around his cock and hugged it. It's like there was two of him to love. Our cock needed attention now and I wasn't going to let any of us down. I licked him from top to bottom. It took two hands to steady our love so I could service it orally. He moaned and I knew he was falling for me too. His hands wrapped tightly in my hair and pulled painfully but I didn't mind. We were connected now and I would let my Phil do anything he wanted, I was his after all. With a hand wound into either side of my head he pulled my head this way and that guiding my face fast and hard all over his massive love. I winced in pain and must have made a sound. "You like this." Phil said flatly. "Mmm ngg mmm ng A little hard my pet. Ow!" But he held tight and kept going. "You like this." You know what? My Phil was right. I wanted to feel his love for me in any form. His intensity was so right. How could a man with a cock so large not love me with every fiber of his being. "I do like it Phil, I love it," I exclaimed in revelation. "I know," he retorted "that's what I said, you like it." I tried to take him in my mouth but I could sooner swallow a basketball, but Phil's passion for me was so intense he couldn't help but try. He jabbed at my face with his massive essence of man. I felt pangs of regret at my inadequacy to satisfy my lover orally. After several embarrassing minutes of my failed attempts to please Phil he sensed my disappointment with myself and rescued me from my own flaws. "Alright fuck now." He was so sensitive. I lay down on the bed and gazed over my heaving bosom at his towering love muscle. I quivered with anticipation, I was about to be loved more than I ever have before. My precious baby grabbed his cock in both hands, even his much larger hands couldn't get all the way around it. He pointed it down at my sex and moved his hips forward. Even with my legs spread his swollen cock head touched the insides of both my thighs. I looked down between my legs, it looked so sexy with his massive love for me about to fill my heart with joy and my pussy with cock. "Wouldn't you like to lick me a little sweetheart," I cooed. "That's not fucking," he said lining himself up. "I know baby, but it might be easier to slide that monster in me with a little fore plaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyy!!" He pushed once hard against my opening. He lust for me was so over powering he just had to express his love physically for me, God I loved that. "That's not fucking, we're fucking now." "Ok babe but a little easier please ACK TTTHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTT." I screamed into the room as Phil jammed forward as hard as he could. For the first time I started to wonder if maybe we weren't going to encounter some anatomical problems. "Honey your phallus is perhaps a smidgeon on the prolific side maybe a little tenderness would facilitate our love making," I reasoned. "What?" "It just you are fairly large..." I started to explain. "My dick is big," he said. "Yes lover I know, that's what I'm saying," Phil understood me in a way other men couldn't, it's on account of his big penis. "I'm going to fuck you." He held me by my ankles and pulled back hard while thrusting his hips forward. I began to stretch. He pushed harder and I began to open. He jackhammered his hips forward with all his might. His incredible love for me empowering him with an unearthly strength and desire that normal sized men couldn't possibly hope to fathom. Suddenly I felt a white hot burning sensation between my legs, there was a sound like a thousand angles singing, it was also like the sound of a chicken leg being torn apart. I looked down and my special lover, my king, my everything had penetrated me like only a real man could. My pubic mound swelled upward obscenely. I was so full of my Phil's love for me I was bulging visibly from the outside with it. He pushed hard again and his relentless pushing was accompanied by a symphony that sounded like a tee shirt being torn. The bulge traveled up, the sweat rolled off me. I looked down again and it looked like I was eight months pregnant. This was the dream realized of every girl who lay awake in bed and wondered if there was someone just for her. I felt the pangs of sadness for all the women of this cold world that would never know true companionship like I knew with Phil. The white hot bliss of our joining spread like warm content through my belly. I watched with intense humility and subservience as the bulge in my stomach traveled up until it bumped my ribcage. I thought I was worldly, I thought I was prepared. Four years in Harvard, all those years prior traveling abroad, Rhode scholarship, it was all meaningless. Philip had showed me my place: to ride shotgun on his stage coach of masculinity. To lounge on the floor at the foot of his patriarchal throne whilst he wield his meat scepter and ruled over all men of this world. He was my carnal ubermensch of incomparable genital wealth. Like the Ecstasy of Saint Teresa my angel stabbeth me with his long golden spear tipped with fire and left me completely afire with a great love for God. If only Bernini had us for his models, how divine and immortal a creation he could have sculpted. With the rugged masculinity of the entire Marine Corps, Philip continued his love assault on entrails beach: Pressing and pumping and shifting his weight. My ribs bowed outward as he advanced under the withering fire of my anatomical inadequacy. Pressing on past my stomach and into my thorax he penetrated my diaphragm and I felt a feeling like I never have before, a true orgasm building deep inside me from a place that had never before been touched. A great viscous liquid heat welled up inside me and I knew the bliss train wouldn't miss my stop tonight. Abruptly Philip stood up. And with him came is cock. And impaled upon that was my writhing body. I felt like I was stuck on a giant bobble-head doll. Wildly he swung me about as I flailed helplessly with half his salsiccia amore buried up inside me. My arms swung wildly and I wrapped my legs around the remainder of his cock to try and keep from sliding any further down on it. But my lust betrayed me and my bare feet slipped uselessly off his cock as it was so well lubricated by my pussy, which only yearned for more. "Stop squirming damn it I trying to fuck!" Philip demanded. It was the first time in our relationship he had raised his voice to me but I knew he was right. I had been selfish and my face flushed red with embarrassment and internal hemorrhaging. "I'm sorry my love," I gagged as best I could, "take me as you see fit, consummate our eternal union, break me like a feisty mare and show the universe who waits with bated breathe the causatum of our coitus." "Not doing that, I trying to fuck you." Philip strained... he was getting close. Somewhere far away I was aware of his powerful hands wrapping around my ankles. I threw my arms out wide and he tugged down on my legs. My orgasm welled inside me like a quivering meniscus of fluid ready to spill over in spiritual fulfillment. I splayed myself on his cock and looked toward the heavens. My world turned white and I felt a bulging in my throat and an intense pulsing in my neck and head. Somewhere so far from where I was I felt the course satisfaction of Philip's pubic hair wrestling with my own. I had done it. A man had truly loved me and I had loved him back. I sat fully upon his root, my toes couldn't quite touch the carpet but it didn't matter. I was so close and I think my soul mate was too. We were going to cum together! Suddenly I was on an ethereal plane some where below me I heard a loud, deep, slow voice declaring simply. "Gonna Cum." There was one great pulse. I felt it ripple up my body, traveling like a wave up toward the top of my head. Then an explosion of ecstasy in my body as my orgasm went off like the Enola Gay had dropped "Little Boy" into my skull. I opened my mouth and a great torrent of semen spewed from me. My eyes cried tears of cum. I was a fountain, geysering frothy white salty liquid amorousness from my every orifice. From my greatest love and life came a mighty roar and my orgasm blossomed into all it's Technicolored supremacy. Another even mightier wave started down in the depths of Philip's deific prostate. Like a stupendous semen tsunami it burst upward as Philip gave one last mighty yank down on my ankles and thrust his perfection up into me; there was the sound that only a very few fortunate women in this earthly plane would ever hear. It was the sound of a telephone book ripping. A mushroom cloud of content satisfaction. Pure pleasure. And then quiet, infinite, darkness. Ahh it is truly better to have loved and lost, then to have never loved at all. My only regret is that I have but one life to give...