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A Conversation Between Cuck-Queens Ch. 02

By: LynnGKS



Peg and I became close friends because both of our husbands had the cuck fetish and we talked a lot about it and gave each other mutual support. We belonged to the same club and did lunch together and shopped together and our husbands got to be close friends and we even had a vacation together. 

Both of our husbands were prosperous businessmen and we could afford to go to nice places. They never did their thing at home -- only when on vacation out of town. It was strange how our husbands developed their fetishes in very similar ways, during the first few years of our marriages. A fetish repressed deep into their subconscious seemed to emerge slowly and begin to dominate their lives. 

Peg and I both learned to be cuck-queens because our husbands led us in that direction. It was not a choice that either of us made. Each of our husbands had a fetish, which drove his sex life. Who was to blame? They were born that way I guess -- like other sexual preferences. Peg and I just did what they wanted us to do. It became our life -- and we lived it.

Peg and I often swapped cuck stories which both of us found amusing -- at times devastatingly funny. But we also used these stories as serious sexual tools to arouse our husbands in the bedroom. We could turn them on by whispering about sex with other men. But, we never talked about it openly. We figured they would be too embarrassed. It would be like public castration. Cucks were sexually aroused by the humiliation of watching their wives enjoy sex with other men. Peg and I had always been careful to avoid talking about their sexual needs openly in their presence.

Tonight we had been to dinner at the club and, when we got back to our place for a drink, something -- I'm not even sure I remember what it was now -- caused Peg to tell me a quick cuck story and the next thing you know I told her a short one, as though we were alone and swapping stories about our voyeur-cuck husbands, with them not listening. We had had a lot to drink and maybe that loosened us up.

Anyway, the stories were funny and Peg and I were laughing until suddenly I realized that both our husbands looked very embarrassed. They had never heard us talk this way before. I caught Peg's eye and she picked up at once on what was happening.

Then Peg just took control. She looked at her husband, Gerry, and then in her dominant voice she said, "You've never heard us talk this way before have you? Well, you better get used to it. Trish and I do it all the time. And we enjoy it."

I guess she figured that now was the time to bring it out into the open. Anyway, she did something that just broke me up and I started laughing. I couldn't control it. Peg has a real sense of humor -- but this was the funniest thing I had ever seen her do. 

Looking directly at Gerry, she formed a cup with her left hand and held it up as if she were cupping a pair of testicles. Then with the index and middle fingers of her right hand she formed a pair of scissors and pretended to snip off the testicles -- just like she was castrating him. Then she pretended to hand them to him.

"Here baby," Peg said, "put 'em in your pocket for the evening. You're not gonna need 'em tonight. Trish and I are gonna have some girl talk, and you're gonna listen."

I was laughing so hard at Peg that I just went along with her. I don't know what made me do it, but I looked at Ed and, shaking with laughter, I went through the same pantomime of cutting off his balls and handing them to him. I was laughing so hard I couldn't even talk.

Peg said, "Okay! Now you guys just listen up! We're gonna talk about cucks. It's our favorite subject. And I promise you - you guys are gonna enjoy it as much as we do. I'm gonna tell the first story."

Jesus! I thought. Can the guys take this? Both of them looked embarrassed, but they didn't say anything or get mad. Then I looked at Ed more carefully. He had that submissive look. The look I knew so well. The look that he always got when he was watching me fuck another guy. Gerry's head was down. He was submissive too. OMG! I thought. She just cucked 'em. They're under her control -- just like when we tell them cuck stories in bed or when they watch us fuck. 

Peg's voice changed subtly and she started to tell a story -- she told it in a soft, sexy way. As I listened, I realized that this was the way she told a story to Gerry in bed to turn him on. I looked at Ed and I think he was responding to the story with a fantasy of his own, except the star performer in Ed's fantasy was probably me -- not Peg. In just a few sexy words she had them listening and fantasizing.

"It happened late one night," Peg said softly, "in a small bar at our hotel in Bermuda. There was just us and three guys left in the bar. I was sitting on a bar stool in my miniskirt -- heels and hose and a sexy garter belt, with no panties on. My dress was cut so low that my tits were about to fall out of my bra and the bartender was staring at them. I was starting to get horny." 

"The guy on the stool next to me had been talking to Gerry about fishing or something. Then he put his hand on my knee and looked at Gerry. Gerry didn't say a word and neither did I. He left his hand there a minute, then he spread my legs just a little. My miniskirt was creeping up my thighs. Neither Gerry nor I said anything. He spread my legs a little more and I could see where my garter belt straps hooked onto my hose. Very slowly he placed his hand on the inside of my thigh above my hose. He left it there and looked up at Gerry."

"This was the moment! In almost every encounter this moment occurred. Gerry could laugh, take my arm, make some comment about it being time for bed, and lead me upstairs. Or, he could choose to follow the demands of his fetish. I saw it in his face -- the conflict between his fierce jealousy and that demanding fetish that controlled his soul. It excited me sexually to watch him struggle -- even though I knew the fetish always won. Gerry suffered a dozen seconds of violent mental anguish -- and then, reluctantly, he nodded his head, giving my body to this stranger. I trembled with sexual delight and felt the juices flow in my pussy."

I looked over at our husbands. Ed and Gerry were both listening to Peg and eating it up. I could see them getting aroused. She was cucking them both -- big time! Just like each of us did with our husband, naked in bed, whispering while they were jacking off. Except that now, there were four of us sitting in the living room, fully clothed, sipping cocktails. Peg's voice was soft and sexy.

"I was kinda drunk. Gerry's submission and that guy's hand were turning me on. Gerry usually got us moved back to the privacy of a dark booth by this time, but my poor husband and several other guys were staring at the stud's hand moving up my leg, toward my pussy, in a well lit public bar. The stud kept moving his hand up higher and spreading my legs wider. The bartender came over and leaned on the bar watching us, and the other two guys at the bar walked up behind me and looked over my shoulder." 

"The stud got his fingers in my pussy and he started to play with me and the guys could hear the wet squishy sounds of a horny pussy. They knew exactly what I wanted. He had me! I spread my legs as wide as I could and my miniskirt slipped up over my hips showing everybody what they wanted to see. When I looked down I could see my naked belly, my hairy beaver, and that horny bastard's hand playing with my pussy." 

"The stud had three fingers in me, with his thumb on my clit, and he started finger-fuckin me, slow and easy. All the guys knew that I was enjoying it, because I began pumping my ass as they watched. Gerry put his arm around my back and held me steady so I could I hump harder and get those fingers deeper. I was so damned horny it took only a couple of minutes. My contractions started and I groaned and began to tremble in an orgasm."

By now, our husbands were both off in fantasyland, each with a hard on, and I watched them stroke their bulging cocks through their pants. They were not looking at Peg or me. They were staring off into space seeing only their fantasy. This was a first for the four of us and it was exciting. Peg saw them and looked over at me and smiled and nodded. She gave me the thumbs up sign and silently mouthed the words "We got 'em." She was right -- we had 'em. She kept telling her story.

"When I came out of my orgasm I was being carried by two guys -- one with his hands under my arms and the other holding my legs. They carried me back to a booth with Gerry scurrying along behind. The third guy walked beside me. When they got me to the booth I felt them slip my dress up over my head and take off my bra and I was stark naked -- well not quite, since I still had on my hose and garter belt and spike heels." 

"They laid me on the table on my back with my knees in the air and my legs spread wide. Two guys were on each side of me. Gerry sat there and watched them play with my tits and pussy -- six hands going all over my body and I was so turned on I lost control. I was ready to fuck. And Gerry was ready to watch 'em fuck me."

I looked at our guys across the living room. Gerry was rubbing his cock rapidly now. I could tell he was reliving the event he had witnessed just a few months ago. He had been there, watching his wife about to get fucked and Peg knew exactly what she was doing -- turning him on with words and painting word pictures he remembered vividly. Suddenly Gerry's head fell back and he shuddered as an orgasm racked his body. He pumped his load into his pants, groaning. Peg watched him tremble. Then she laughed at him softly and gave me another thumbs up.

Peg continued her story. "Then one of the guys got up and dropped his pants. He moved to the end of the table, grabbed my hips, and pulled my ass close to him. Then he got between my legs. My pussy was dripping wet and it was easy for him to shove his cock into me. He started fuckin me and God it felt good. I was straddling him. He had one leg under each arm and my feet, still in spike heels, bounced wildly in the air with each thrust. I saw the bartender walk up and heard him tell the guys to get me out of the bar because he had to close." 

"I didn't want the guy to stop fuckin me -- I needed it -- bad! So I yelled out real loud, 'Don't stop -- please don't stop' and all the guys started laughing." 

"The bartender leaned over and started to play with my tits. 'Okay,' he said, 'Finish her off. I been wanting to play with these big beauties all night.'"

"Gerry's chin was resting on the table. He was watching that horny bastard's big cock slip in and out of my pussy, and his heavy, low-hanging balls slap my ass. Gerry's face was just inches away - close enough to smell the juice dripping out of me as I got fucked."

"Damn! I needed this fuck. I hadn't been fucked by a real man in over a month -- just Gerry and my vibrator. Then the guy started fuckin me harder and faster and when I felt him start to pump a load of cum into me, I just closed my eyes, humped my ass, groaned, and had another orgasm, with all of the guys laughing at me."

I looked quickly at Gerry when Peg made that humiliating comment about him not being a "real man" but he had accepted it just like all the humiliation that was a part of being a voyeur-cuckold - the psychological castration when we talked about their little dicks, and other guys being better fucks. It all just turned them on. But that was just when two of us were naked in bed. This was humiliation with four friends fully dressed, sitting around in the living room. This was new. And it was kinda fun.

"When I got back from La-la-land," Peg continued, "I was being carried out of the bar through a brightly lit lobby to the elevators, by two guys, with the guy who had fucked me leading the way and Gerry following the parade. I was buck-naked. Cum was dripping out of my pussy and Gerry was carrying my dress. It had to be 2AM and the hotel was deserted. There was just one clerk behind the desk watching us, his eyes wide with astonishment. They got me on the elevator and we went up and the elevator door opened and we went down the hall." 

"They carried me to a room and one guy pulled out his card and opened the door. It was not my room! As they carried me into the room, another guy pushed Gerry back into the hall and closed the door saying, 'Your wife wants to fuck and we're gonna fuck her. She'll call you in the morning when we're finished with her.' I was alone with three horny guys and Gerry was locked outside in the hall with my clothes and his dick in his hand. "

I looked back and forth from Peg to Gerry. Gerry was stroking his erection fiercely and Peg had a smile of satisfaction on her face. I looked over at my husband just in time to see him shudder in an orgasm -- pumping his cum, just like Gerry, into his pants. I could see his mind imagining that it was me in that room with three horny studs, and him locked out in the hall - helpless. Peg looked at me, pointed to Ed having his orgasm, and giggled. Another thumbs up and then she continued her story.

"The guys laid me on the bed and took turns fucking me. They were so horny that they pumped their loads faster than I wanted, but after they got off once they slowed down and fucked me steady, just the way I liked, swapping places, for what seemed like hours. Damn, that was good fuckin -- some of the best I ever had -- and they just kept on fuckin me, one after the other, and I just kept on having orgasms. Jesus! It was good." 

"I was too drunk to remember how many loads I took. I passed out while I was getting fucked and I woke up with the sun shining in the window and a guy in the saddle banging away. I have no idea if they rested. As far as I know they fucked me all night from 2AM till the sun came up." 

Our loving husbands were still playing with their dicks -- only now each guy had his fly open and his dick in his hand jacking off. No more shame. This was group cuckold sex. Peg made a jacking off pantomime with both hands, pointed, and laughed loudly at them. She was right. I laughed too. They were funny as hell, sitting in the living room, fully dressed and jacking off. The guys were too far into fantasy to hear us laugh at them. She continued her story. 

"After I woke up that morning each guy wanted to fuck me again and I took care of all three, but I was tired and my pussy was getting sore. I only came once. Then laying on the bed, in a big puddle of cum, naked, sweating, with my legs spread and cum dripping out of my well-used pussy, I picked up the bedside phone and called our room. My loving husband answered right away. Poor guy! He must have been jacking off all night. I remember that his little peter was real sore and bruised the next day. I gave him the room number and told him to bring some clothes because I was buck-naked -- my hose and garter belt had vanished during the night."

Then Peg stops telling her story, gets up, and goes over to the couch where Gerry is jacking off. She sits down next to him and puts her arms around him and starts to whisper in his ear. I couldn't understand what she was saying but he began to beat his meat frantically and pumped another load of semen into the air and it fell back on his trousers. Ed clenched his eyes tight and did the same. Two three-piece suits were going to need a lot of dry cleaning after this night was over. 

"That was fun," Peg said. "Why don't we do it again next week? Trish, you can tell me your favorite cuck story. I think they like the ones where we're fucking several guys. That turns 'em on big time!"

I chuckled. "You think their little peckers will be recovered by next week?"

"I sure as hell hope so," said Peg. "It ain't much, but it's better than a vibrator, and it's all I got till our next vacation."

Then turning to our husbands Peg asked, "Did you guys enjoy the girl talk?"

They both just sat there with limp dicks in their hands and cum all over the front of their pants. They were exhausted.

A Conversation Between Cuck-Queens Ch. 03



Peg and I are married to voyeur-cucks. That's the reason we became such close friends. Both our husbands have the cuck fetish and we talk and joke a lot about it. We belong to the same club, do lunch together, shop together and our husbands have become close friends. We are all in our early thirties. 

Like all cuck-queens we fuck other guys while our husbands watch and like all cuck-queens we lay in bed and tell hubby about fucking other guys while they fantasize and jack off. That's what cucks and their queens do. Our husbands are successful local businessmen, so all of our adventures take place on short vacations out of town.

Last week we tried something new. Peg cucked our loving husbands while the four of us were sitting in our living room, them in coats and ties, sipping drinks. She told them a story about an adventure she and Gerry had had in Bermuda where she teased a guy in the bar and ended up fucking three guys upstairs while Gerry, locked out in the hall, just stood there and played with his dick. 

It was a funny story and Peg and I laughed a lot as she told it. Our husbands got so turned on that they had fantasies and masturbated in the living room. Peg and I decided to do it again -- only this time I would tell the story. So here we were sitting in Peg and Gerry's living room, all dressed up after enjoying a great dinner at the club. We were sipping Drambuie. 

Peg leans back in her chair, turns to me, and says, "I told you about those three studs I fucked in Bermuda, Trish. Do you have a good story to tell us?" 

I looked at our loving husbands and they both looked embarrassed, as they remembered wanking off in the living room the week before, when Peg cucked them with that dirty story. I got the feeling that they both were prepared to enjoy another sexy fetish story, even though they were embarrassed. 

I started to laugh thinking about a story that I hadn't told her yet. It was funny as hell and it was about me fucking a young college stud and Ed eating creampie. I thought I'd have a little fun with my loving husband, before I told it.

"Ed," I said, "Do you want me to tell them the story about that college kid at the Breakers?"

Ed just sat there with an embarrassed look on his face, looking at me and then at Gerry and Peg. 

"It's about me fucking this really young stud and you eating three loads of creampie. Do you really want me to tell about you doing that in front of our good friends Gerry and Peg?"

Ed hung his head and looked at the floor.

"You like to hear me tell you about it in bed. You jerk off when I tell it. If you want me to tell it in front of your friends, you're gonna have to ask me," I said in a dominant voice.

He looked at me directly, then at Gerry and Peg. He started rubbing his crotch. The poor helpless bastard was turning on thinking about it.

"Yeah Trish. Tell the story. Please tell it."

Peg laughed. It was a loud musical laugh. "God this is fun! I like making 'em do it in the living room in front of each other. They really like to get cucked! It's like you got 'em by the balls." 

Our husbands' dicks had taken a lot of punishment last week and I hoped they would be ready to take some more. So I told my story.

"Ed and I were at the Breakers, which is a golf and beach resort in Palm Beach. We enjoyed our time there, looking for guys to fuck in the evenings, sleeping late in the mornings, and spending time on the beach in the afternoons to recover from exciting nights of sex." 

"The first night we picked up a good-looking young stud, named Jimmy. He was not even twenty, built like a linebacker, and hung like a stallion. It was easy to get him interested and we took him up to our room. I had on a sexy outfit and when I stripped for him, I did it real slow and he got a big bulge in his pants. I walked around naked in spike heels, shaking my tits, and giving him a good up close look at my beaver."

"Then I walked over and pulled him up from the chair where he was sitting. I unzipped his fly and out pops the second biggest dick I had ever seen. It was a thick, uncircumcised monster and I could see lust on Ed's face as he looked at it. I stripped that young man down and led him to the bed. My pussy was starting to drip because I didn't often have a chance to fuck a kid like this. He was young and hung - just the kind I liked. He had huge balls that hung down low and swung when he walked."

As I talked in a low sexy voice there in the living room, our loving husbands had gone deep into fantasyland, sitting next to each other on the couch, dressed in suits and ties. Their flies were open and they were wanking on their dicks, not caring that we saw them. Peg looked over at me and laughed. She enjoyed watching them as they sat there, turned on, and helpless. Then she got up and took a small six-inch ruler out of her purse.

"Come over here Trish," Peg said. "Let me show you something funny."

She grabbed Gerry's dick and began stroking it. Gerry's head was laid back and he was staring up into space. He was obviously in fantasyland, but he knew what she was going to do. She'd done it before. She laid that six-inch ruler along the north side of his pecker, tickling his balls to keep him excited. I walked over to the couch, looked down at his dick, and I exploded in laughter.

"Oh my God," I said. "He's only got a four-inch dick! Peg laughed with me and Gerry went back to jacking off when Peg let go of his dick. He knew we were laughing at his little dick, but he'd been laughed at before, and it just turned the poor bastard on even more. 

I continued my story. "I laid down on that big king-sized bed and this young stud crawled between my legs. He was ready and eager like young guys always are. I grabbed his erection. Damn! It was thick and that big loose foreskin just slipped right back to reveal a huge, pink, moist head. I put that thick cock between my wet pussy lips and he humped his hips hard and plunged it deep into me with one big thrust. God it felt good! I started to grunt like a whore when he fucked me."

"Ed got on his knees, his chin on the bed, watching the action from a few inches away. Close enough to hear the wet squishy sounds as the kid pulled his cock back, and the sharp smack as he rammed it home, and his heavy, low-hanging balls slapped my ass. Ed was close enough to smell it. He was stroking his rock hard dick."

"It was a good healthy fuck and I was pumping my ass furiously, afraid that the kid would explode before he brought me off. My tits were bouncing as I pumped my ass. I was really horny and in minutes I felt a tingling sensation in my pussy, then my body started to tremble, and my contractions began. My pussy just grabbed on to that thick cock and squeezed. I heard the kid grunt like a bull and I felt him pump a thick, sticky load of creamy white cum deep inside me."

"Jimmy rolled off of me and lay there panting. I knew that thick dick had spread my pussy wide and it would be gaping and gushing white stringy cum. But my loving husband was right there -- he was experienced at eating creampie and he didn't miss a drop. My legs were spread wide and I lifted my ass up to make my pussy easier to eat. I felt his tongue start on my asshole to catch that first surge of cum that flowed out and dripped down there. Then he worked his way back up to my pussy lips and, putting his chin on the cuckold's chin-rest, he spread my pussy wider with his thumbs and sucked up the kid's cum as it dripped out. He made loud slurping sounds as he sucked that delicious liquid into his mouth and swallowed it."

"Next, hubby cleaned up that rim of curly hairs that came down from my beaver and went around my pussy, and when he had gotten all of the drippings out of that thick black hair, he rolled me over so his face was under me, his lips matching my pussy lips, as I sat upright on his face. I strained again and again to push the mixture of my juices and the kid's cum out of my vagina and into Ed's mouth. I could feel a heavy, thick flow squirting out, and Ed groaned with delight as he swallowed every drop of that creampie."

"Jimmy just laid there, catching his breath and watching my husband with fascination. I don't think he had ever seen a cuckold eat creampie. Ed was jacking off at the same time he was eating cum and he ejaculated into the air as I sat on his face. When Ed had finished cleaning me up, I told him to get the kid ready to fuck me again, and once more that kid looked on with amazement as Ed went to work sucking that big uncircumcised cock to get him hard again." 

As I told Peg and Gerry about that creampie, Ed ejaculated high in the air, just as I had seen him do when I sat on his face, and a massive load of cum fell back on his trousers and vest. Ed was reliving that whole wonderful experience. So was Gerry, except in his mind it was Peg who was getting fucked by that young stud.

"When the kid got between my legs again, I held his face in my hands and kissed him and watched his eyes get wide with astonishment as he felt another pair of hands working on his genitals. One hand put his cock into me and the other gently caressed his huge testicles as he started to fuck me. That college boy got a real education that night about what cuckolds like to do."

"Altogether I fucked the kid three times, while Ed watched, up close. After each fuck, Ed enjoyed a thick, foamy creampie. That kids balls were loaded and he really got me lathered up every time. The third fuck was the best of all for me, because Jimmy took a long time to come and I could just lay there and enjoy the long easy strokes of that big thick dick. Jimmy was at the Breakers with three of his buddies for a long weekend of golf. Rich college kids." 

I told the story using the same soft voice Peg had used to excite Gerry. I had everybody's attention and I told it slow. Both of our loving husbands were playing with their dicks and both had hard erections as they listened. Gerry had come when I told about that kid fucking me. Ed licked his lips when I talked about the creampie and ejaculated. But their dicks got hard again and they kept on stroking them.

As I told my story to Peg, I left out the fact that I had made a date with the stud and I figured that all three of his buddies would be with him. The thought of a four-guy gangbang really turned me on, especially since they were gonna be ten years younger than me. The story would be funnier saving that part for the end. 

I continued. "The next day we relaxed on the beach all afternoon. I was gonna meet the stud about six and when it got close to that I was gonna tell Ed. I had trained him to expect me to get fucked sometimes without him being allowed to watch. He had learned to take it submissively, with only an occasional objection. He would go somewhere by himself and jack off." 

"When I told him I was meeting a stud he started asking all sorts of questions. I just waited till he calmed down -- as he always did - when he finally realized that there was absolutely nothing he could do to change things. He was helpless. His wife was gonna go off and get fucked and he was not gonna get to watch. When he accepted that fact, he got nice and tame."

So I said to him, "Since you're so nice baby, I'll let you ask me two questions -- only two -- and I promise to tell you the truth."

And he got real excited and said, "Is it Jimmy, the college kid you fucked last night?"

I smiled at him and said very carefully, "He's one of them."

I thought Ed was gonna pee his pants when he understood what I had said and before he thought about it he said, "You mean there's more than one?"

And I said, "Yes, my darling husband, I'm gonna fuck more than one."

He almost lost it -- laying there on the beach. "How many? How many guys? College kids? Who? Please tell me. Please!" He was desperate to know.

I shook my head no. I said, "You've had your two questions, honey. That's it. Question number one -Yes, Jimmy is one of them and question number two - yes, there is more than one."

When I said that Peg breaks out laughing. She got hysterical. She laughed so hard I thought she was going to break the spell and the guys were gonna come out of fantasyland. She had this picture in her head of Ed there on the beach begging me, desperate to know how many guys I was gonna fuck. I looked at our guys. Both were stroking their erections fiercely. Ed was reliving a real experience and Gerry was imagining his wife, Peg, telling him she was gonna gangbang a bunch of college kids. Peg kept on laughing. I shushed her and continued. I told her that I wasn't finished having fun with Ed. And then I told Peg what I had said to Ed next. 

"What kind of resort is this darling? It ain't for tennis twosomes."

"And that's when I saw it hit him. Not tennis twosomes -- but golf foursomes! The poor bastard started thinking about me in bed with four young studs just like that big muscular buck he watched pounding his cock into my pussy the night before. The guy that pumped three loads into me and gave Ed so much creampie he thought he'd died and gone to heaven. I could see his head multiply four by three and his erection started to bulge in his bathing suit so much that he had to pull a towel over it." 

Looking at Ed's cock across the room now, it was just as hard as it had been on the beach. It was throbbing, sticking straight up in the air, and he was pumping it. He was reliving that experience. His cock actually looked pretty nice -- a good six inches compared to Gerry's four-incher - not nearly the tiny pecker I told him it was when I cucked him. But cucks don't want to be told they have a man-sized dick.

I continued my story. "So, standing there next to Ed on the beach as he was multiplying four by three I said, 'Why don't you go up to the room and start jacking off, baby. We both got a long night ahead.' And he grabbed his dick and started to tremble with excitement."

Peg kept on laughing and said, "So you gangbanged four guys?"

I chuckled. "No, one of the guys didn't show. So I only fucked three. That's not technically a gangbang is it? I mean, doesn't it take four guys to make a gangbang? But when they're young like that, your pussy feels just like it's been gangbanged!"

"So what happened?" Peg asked.

"I met Jimmy in the lobby. He was too young to get into the bar. We sat there and talked and it turned out he was just nineteen -- and a freshman at Florida State. His buddies were the same age and classmates. He asked me how old I was and I shaved some years off my age and said I was twenty-five. He asked me how come my husband let me fuck other guys and I told him hubby liked to watch and hear stories. He said he'd heard about it but never met a guy like that."

"He told me that one of his buddies had a girlfriend whose family lived on the beach and he went out there for the night. He asked me if three guys would be okay -- he seemed unable to believe I wanted to fuck all three. But I wanted to and the more I talked about it the hornier I got. I'd fucked three guys before, but never three horny nineteen-year olds!" 

"When we got up to the room the other two guys were there, waiting. I saw bulges in their pants and I said a silent prayer that they were as well hung as Jimmy. They had a bottle of booze -- vodka -- and some orange juice. It was not yet 6:30 and it was still daylight outside, but they were horny and wanted to get started."

"I told them I had to be drunk to fuck and they poured me a half glass of vodka and added OJ. I chugged it down and they poured me another. I started to feel it and my nervousness went away. I knew they wanted to see me naked, so I stripped slowly for them. It felt really weird doing this in daylight with a beach outfit and no spike heels or hose or sexy underwear. But they were just nineteen and really enjoyed seeing an older woman get naked for them. When they stripped down I was treated to three muscular guys with lovely hard cocks."

"I decided on the one I would start with -- he had a fat six incher that would fit well into my mouth. I knew I could take it all and that would impress them. I felt kinda sorry for Ed back in our room jacking off -- he always enjoyed watching me suck cock and then kiss him and feed him a mouthful of cum - but I don't think these kids could have gotten it up with my husband watching them. Jimmy had but the other two were kinda shy." 

"I sat the kid in a chair and got on my knees in front of him. I played with his balls a little and then opened my mouth wide and just swallowed that fat dick right down. I took that dick all the way to the back of my throat until my lips were in his pubic hair and I felt my fleshy tonsils embrace the big head of his cock."

"One guy said, 'Oh my God!' and came over and kneeled beside me to watch." 

"Then I sucked him off with long, deep strokes -- my lips moving from the tip of his dick all the way down to his pubic hair. The guy started to moan and it was less than two minutes -- I swear less than two minutes -- until he groaned and pumped his load. The other two guys watched in amazement. One of them said he wouldn't have believed it, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes. It was obvious that these guys had only had their dicks sucked by high school and college girls and never by a woman who really knew how." 

"Jimmy and the other guy asked me to do them the same way. Jimmy was too big to deep throat but I got on my knees and started to blow him and the third guy got behind me and played with my tits. Jimmy didn't last much longer than the first guy and neither did the third guy. I had delivered three blowjobs in less than a half-hour."

"It was still daylight outside and not even seven o'clock. Jesus, I'd never done this before. I wondered how many times Ed had jacked off. Then I got in bed for some serious fucking."

I looked at our loving husbands and they were deep into their fantasy world -- dicks out, masturbating, eyes staring into space. Up to now my story had turned them on. But now I had a problem. The first two studs I had fucked had come in three or four minutes even though it was their second orgasm. Jimmy was so turned on he was not much better. They came so fast that I had not even come close to having an orgasm -- although I enjoyed the muscular pounding each one gave me. I remember wishing for my vibrator or Ed's tongue to bring me off. That's not a very sexy story to tell a cuckold.

My mind continued to fast forward and I was mumbling something, anything to keep our husbands excited. I talked about big loads of young semen being pumped into me, and dripping out onto the bed, which was true. My ass was almost floating in cum. Then Jimmy mounted me a second time. My fourth fuck! My pussy was so stretched out and slippery with semen I couldn't figure how he was enjoying himself. But he was. He fucked me nice and slow and I had a chance to pump my ass and get an orgasm.

I continued telling them what they wanted to hear. I looked at Peg and she had a funny expression on her face -- almost like asking me a question. I paused briefly in my narrative and mouthed the words, "Not a very good fuck," and continued my story. I thought Peg was gonna break up laughing. It didn't matter to the guys -- they were in fantasyland.

I kept talking. Peg mouthed the word "Why?" I used the index finger of one hand plunging in and out of a circular thumb and index finger of the other -- a universal signal for fucking -- to indicate brief periods of fucking followed by me mouthing the words "Too fast." Peg nodded her head indicating she understood and laughed. I could see her finally understanding that the dream of every woman in her thirties to fuck a bunch of young studs had been shattered. 

I pointed to Ed and mouthed the word "better" and Peg laughed some more. I could anticipate our conversation the next day at lunch with Peg saying, "Don't ever tell Ed he's a better fuck than those young guys. He doesn't want to think that." But to be truthful, Ed was a much better fuck. I found myself mumbling general erotica and thinking something else at the same time. I wondered if there was a way to get my cuck to fuck me.




A Conversation Between Cuck-Queens Ch. 03



Oh what the hell, I thought. Do it! I got up and went over to Ed and pulled him down on the floor. I pulled my pants off and mounted him. I put his six-incher into me and started to hump. It felt good. I whispered in his ear. I guess I had turned myself on as well as Ed because both of us had an orgasm. Gerry kept on pumping his little dick and Peg watched the three of us. 

I went back to my chair and Ed lay on the rug exhausted. Ed had the better time, I think, remembering the details of that weekend and especially that young stud's creampie. But Gerry had clearly put himself and Peg in our places as he fantasized. It had been another successful cuck evening and I had actually gotten some good action out of Ed. Maybe next time I'd get to find out what a little four inch dick felt like -- if I was able to feel it after what had been inside me over the years.