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Cuckolded

By: H piltdown



We were driving home from our mountain vacation spot after celebrating our tenth anniversary. As usual, boredom was quickly overcoming us. So, to pass time, we took out the pocket tape recorder, and recanted the story of one of our recent rendezvous'. The following is a transcript of that tale, and you can believe us, that trip passed very quickly. We hope that you enjoy the story nearly as much as we enjoyed experiencing it.

Ann: Tom and I have been happily married for about ten years, now. In that time we've never cheated on each other, but that doesn't mean we never played around a little.

Tom: Or a lot. Let's just say that we've been around the block a couple of times.

Ann: Yeah, from swinger's clubs, S&M groups, lots of bi stuff…but it never really changed the way we feel about each other.

Tom: We're the same people we've always been--Happy and as much in love today as we were the first time we met. But, when we say we play with other folk, that's exactly what we do. We play!

Ann: It's not like it's real life or anything. The roles we get into sexually really have nothing to do with how we act in real life.

Tom: This is real life.

Ann: Okay…In play…Whatever…

Tom: We have jobs like everyone else. We have a family. We eat and sleep and laugh and fight and…

Ann: And make love.

Tom: Yeah…

Ann: And we fuck a lot, too.

Tom: Some real kinky stuff, too. That's the best kind.

Ann: It lets you get outside of yourself. It let's you experience feelings this uptight society would never allow. We love to play nearly as much as we love each other. And, we love to share new, erotic games with other people. 

Tom: Yeah, like that scene last week with Michael?

Ann: Well…That was the only time I was really afraid of how you might act.

Tom: It was tight there for a little while. I wasn't sure how I'd handle it at first either. Man, for a minute there, I was really pissed. 

Ann: But, it turned out good.

Tom: It always does.

Ann: You remember what happened?

Tom: How could I forget? It was only a week ago...

Friday evening had finally arrived. I worked a couple of hour's overtime, and was thankful for finally getting away from the shop. The drive home seemed like an eternity. When I pulled into the driveway, I was a little upset at finding the house dark and empty. The weekend had begun at last, and my beautiful wife was nowhere around.

I walked in the front door, dropped my keys and wallet on the end table, and headed straight to call my baby's cell phone. I was in no mood to wait around wondering where she had gotten off to.

The message light blinked on the answering machine. There was one message. 

I pressed the play button. Ann's sweet voice filled the room. She said, "It's about time you got home. I waited as long as I could, and called your cell--No answer." 

I checked my cell phone--Dead battery.

"So, I decided to get started without you...I'm at the Holiday Inn. There's some clothes laid out for you on the bathroom counter. There's a door key there, too. Get cleaned up, and meet me in room 204...And, hurry. I have a surprise for you…Love ya. Bye.”

Of course, I wasted no time. In a moment, I was in the bathroom, and showered. I went for the clothes on the counter. There was a pair of baggy jeans, a loose fitting t-shirt and a blue g-string. 

The jeans and the t-shirt probably wouldn't be on very long. The g-string was a surprise. I'd never even touched one made for a man. Now, wearing one...

This was a bit unusual, but so was the idea of meeting my wife at a hotel.

Hesitantly, I stepped into the g. I pulled it up, and it felt tight and restricting. I've always worn boxers. This would be difficult to get used to. The string splitting my cheeks was uncomfortable, but I did start to feel a bit aroused. My dick pressed against the small triangle of cloth in front. I rubbed my hands across my bare ass cheeks. Erotic feelings and expectations soon took a front seat to the problems of wearing such a ridiculous piece of cloth.

I took one last look in the mirror before pulling on the jeans and t-shirt. I slid the key card into my back pocket, grabbed my wallet and car keys from downstairs and headed for the Holiday Inn.

My dick stayed hard all the way to the hotel, and up the stairs. I swiped the card key, turned the handle, and the door swung open. 

I was ready for a surprise, but...

Well, nothing could have prepared me for this!

This had to be the wrong room. My thoughts flashed by in torrents of confusion.

I stood staring at the back of a very large and powerful black man. He was standing beside the king sized bed. He was naked. The well defined muscles of his back and legs were taught. His firm, round butt cheeks flexed rhythmically.

The black man straddled the paler, but tanned legs of a petit white woman that sat on the edge of the bed in front of him. I could see no more than her legs to the top of her thighs, but I didn't need to be a psychic to realize what she was doing.

Despite the familiar beaded anklet, and the tattoo on the other ankle, I could not imagine her being my demure little wife. I looked at the key card, and then to the number on the door.

Excuses, lies and justifications swirled through my head like specks of dust in a whirlwind. This had to be the wrong room, or some other mistake. The alternative involved a host of questions I simply didn't want to face. 

Indecision became painfully uncomfortable. 

As if on cue, the big man turned to look over his shoulder, and I heard Ann's beautiful voice, flat and even telling me to “close the damned door” as if nothing out of the ordinary had ever taken place...Or ever would! 

I stepped into the room letting the door close behind me.

The big, black man stepped back and to the side revealing my wife. She looked as lovely as ever. Her skin was a little flushed. Even now, her full, firm breasts seemed so inviting. The little, gold rings hanging from her nipples sparkled in the dim light. Her smile seemed mischievious, alluring, innocent and caring all at the same time. She held that massive black cock in her tiny hand, stroking the hardness slowly...

Man, I didn't know which way to turn. I mean, how would you act if you saw your wife butt-assed naked with another man's dick in her hand?

Ann: He makes it sound like I just decided to fuck some other man out of the blue, and then rub it in. But, that's not how it happened at all! We'd talked about it beforehand and more than once, too. 

It all started when I was online chatting with a coworker. Well, this coworker just happened to have a really big dick, and liked showing it off. Just as he pointed his web cam down toward his privates, Tom walked into the room. 

Obviously, Tom must have been impressed. He got me to show my tits to my friend, but that's about where it ended on that day.

Anyway, we talked about it for awhile. Then, one day he watched while I did some cyber stuff with a well endowed black man. And, it got pretty hot. It dominated our fantasies for the next couple of months.

I really got off on the idea of being fucked by a well built, black man, and Tom was getting into the cuckold humiliation thing.

Anyway, that's how we got to this point. I just wanted to surprise him with the hottest mutual fantasy we've shared since the first time we made love.

Tom: That's right, but even so, men are taught from early on to be possessive and prideful when it comes to women. It's not something that can be brushed aside so easily. I mean, no matter how hot a fantasy may be, it's not easy to just jump into a role on queue, without warning--especially when that role is so contrary to our everyday personalities.

Ann: But, you survived. 

Tom: Barely.

I hadn't decided how I should act, or how I should feel. As soon as I stepped into that room jealousy, anger and resentment kept trying to get the best of me. It pushed me to the edge of violence. Reason and the desire for answers pulled me back to reality. Still, I just stood there with my mouth open, and my hands at my sides with my palms turned out.

Ann: And, you looked so cute!

Tom: Please...

She never stopped smiling. "Don't look so shocked. This is what you wanted," she said matter of factly, and while still stroking that huge dick.

She was right. We had discussed this type of scene on several occasions. But, I never thought that it would ever be anything more than a late night fantasy discussed over a few too many beers.

I started to protest, but Ann cut me off before I got going. "You know you always wanted to watch me cum in the arms of a real man." 

The words stung, but were true. I looked up at the big, well-built man with his dark tool resting in my wife's little hand.

As if reading my thoughts, again, Ann said, "Michael knows all about it." In a sort of weird way she sounded so sexy...so hot...so alive.

I started to reply, but Ann cut me off once more. She seemed intent on not allowing me to mount a defense, nor even to salvage one single shred of self-respect.

She went on seeming more amused by the moment. "He knows how useless your little, pathetic, half-hard dick is to me. And, he knows what a worthless fuck you are. He promised to show me how a real man can please a woman." She looked up at Michael, smiling longingly.

Michael chuckled and smiled back to her. "Yeah, Baby. I'll give you what you need." 

The entire scene couldn't have been more ridiculous if it wasn't real. Ann leaned forward to kiss the tip of the huge slab of meat in her hands before turning back to me.

"Now, I'm going to fuck Michael, and you're going to do whatever we tell you. You can watch…Maybe, you'll learn something."

I just stood there looking stupid. I hoped for a way out of this, a way that afforded me at least the illusion of pride. 

Instead, I found only further humiliation. Ann had begun to kiss Michael around the groin area. Between gentle, loving little kisses she ordered me to strip down to the g-string, and then to fix some drinks. 

I planned on doing anything other than playing this game. Unfortunately, the only protest I could come up with was to stand there and stare like an idiot. 

I watched as my beautiful wife lovingly administered little kisses about this ebony stranger's strong hips. I watched as her tiny white hand slid along that enormous black pole, and the other squeezed and caressed his rock hard glutes. I marveled at the contrast. Her small hands, her beautiful face, her smooth, creamy, supple skin seemed to encompass all that is feminine. His thick, firm torso, deep brown skin, and mahogany cock epitomize unyielding masculinity. Together, they were the personification of sexual desire and energy. They seemed the physical embodiment of erotic passion.

Michael's deep, resonate voice interrupted my reveries. "Didn't your wife tell you to make some drinks?" His voice was deep, confident, powerful and insistant.. 

I could only nod. The idea that I hadn't said a word since I left work almost amused me. 

"Damn it, boy. Then, do it," Michael ordered, actually raising his voice a little. I thought it ironic that he was loosing patience with me. After all, he was the one about to fuck my wife!

He paused a moment before going on in a quieter, but even more authoritarian tone. "Drop you're fuckin' pants, and get me a rum and coke."

Ann looked up at Michael and thanked him for "lighting a fire under his pathetic ass." Then, she took the fat, purplish head of his cock into her mouth. Her eyes rolled in my direction as if she wanted to be sure that I saw her with another man's cock in her mouth.

Ann: He was so shocked. I could have knocked him over with a feather! 

Tom: It's not that funny...

Ann: It's not? 

Tom: Well, not from my point of view...Okay, maybe a little. 

Anyway, I could strike out, or strip. I chose to strip.

Once down to the g-string, the humiliation of the situation had begun to settle in. I was the only person in a highly charged sexual situation with clothing on, even though that clothing confined only my genitals, leaving the rest of my body exposed. The others were able to experience erotic touch throughout their entire bodies without restrictions. It seemed like the thong marked me as apart--the servant to the sexual desires of this god and goddess that were about to make passionate love in front of me.

Ann: That was a nice touch, wasn't it?

Tom: Sometimes you scare me.

Ann was now completely involved with pleasing the man that stood in front of her. She lovingly stroked and sucked his cock, as he gently ran his hands through her soft auburn hair.

I walked to the vanity where the beverages were. 

Ann: Honestly, I wanted this night to be a surprise for Tom. After we'd discussed the possibility of the humiliation aspect several times, I thought, 'why not?' I've always been attracted to well-built men, and especially black men. So has Tom, whether he wants to admit it, or not.

It took me a few weeks to find just the right man, and to be able to meet him in a safe place where my husband wouldn't find out. That would spoil the surprise. But, I can be resourceful if I need to be. 

I found Michael, of all places, at a pet store!

He was big, and had a face that could easily grace the cover of a fashion magazine His body could as easily have brightened the pages of Playgirl.

We talked about our dogs, and somehow the conversation got on sex before it began to veer off in some pretty strange directions, at least for a conversation between perfect strangers.

After we noticed the clerk eaves dropping on us, we decided to meet at the neighborhood coffee shop. That's where we opened up, and made plans. I volunteered to rent a room at the Holiday Inn, and get two keys. I'd drop one off with Michael. I kept the other. He'd walk into the room at about 7:30 pm while Tom and I were making love. He'd apologize, and pretend that the front desk had made a mistake, but I wouldn't let him leave the room. I'd find some way to get him in the bed with us.

Of course, Tom had to work late and that really screwed up our plans. 

When he hadn't gotten home by seven o'clock, I had to do something. I set out the clothes and the key. Then, I ran over to the hotel to catch Michael to tell him what was going on. 

Michael and I decided to go into the room, set up a bar, and talk a little. Since Tom wasn't answering his cell phone, I called to leave a message on the answering machine. Then, we talked some more.

Somehow, we had come to the conclusion that Tom's surprise would be even bigger if we were naked when he got there.

Maybe that was our hormones talking louder than our brains. I'm not sure. 

Regardless, we stripped off all of our clothes anyway and…Well...

Tom: Well, what?

Ann: I'm getting there, Baby.

Michael was easily the most gorgeous man I had ever seen...

Tom: Excuse me!

Ann: Other than you, Sweety…You know you'll always be my favorite.

Tom: Thank you for that much...I think.

Ann: Shhhh...

Michael stood well over six feet tall. His eyes were clear, bright and penetrating, and the deepest brown I had ever seen. His cheekbones were high. His facial features were very distinctive. This man's ebony flesh shimmered in dark perfection. It was clear, and deep brown, with only the slightest patches of well-groomed body hair under his arms and above his groin. Other than that, his body, including his head, was completely shaved.

His neck was thick and solid, sloping down to broad, powerful shoulders. His pecs were big and round and his arms were amazing. They were huge! Every muscle stood out like it had been carved in stone.

Michael's back was broad and sturdy and his barrel chest massive. His abdomen tapered down in clearly cut rows to strapping hips and thick, solid legs. His tight ass was divine. He had the perfect, little bubble-butt. It was round and rock hard. I wanted to touch it almost as badly as I wanted to touch his manhood.

I've known a lot of men that brag about eight, or nine, or even ten inches, but mostly they're lucky to have six. Plus, I've never much cared for big dicks, anyway. The owner is usually the bigger dick! 

However, in Michael's case, his dick was not only massive, it was beautiful. It was long and thick, without a single blemish, and it curved up just a little. Thank God, it was cut, too. The head was a deep reddish, almost purple color. Michael's giant prick actually scared me a little. At the same time though, I wanted it more than I had wanted anything in a very long time.

I don't know what possessed me, but as soon as we finished undressing, I reached out and took it in my hand. 

Michael leaned forward, lightly brushed his big, strong hands down my sides until each of his hands completely covered each of my ass cheeks. Then, he kissed me. He kissed me deeply, and passionately. In a moment, he drew back a few inches to look into my eyes. I looked into his and saw his desire.

He kissed me, again. Our bodies drew together. 

I released his erect manhood, and felt it press high against my stomach as he held me tight. 

I drew my hands across his firm buns and powerful back. His entire body was firm and unyielding, but his skin soft and warm as he pressed insistently against me.

His tongue parted my half opened lips. I opened wider to give him better access. Our tongues danced about, darting in and out and exploring one another.

We stood kissing in that passionate embrace for what seemed like only seconds, but may have been much longer. Our hands explored every inch of the other's body as the heat built between us sending rushes of pleasure through my body. 

His touch was electric. I couldn't get enough. 

Michael reached down to explore my tingling pussy. My knees felt weak as he cupped my little mound with his immense hand. His middle finger parted my labia. The moisture had begun to flow as that same finger brushed lightly across my clit before entering me. Soon, his ring finger followed catching my clit between the two. The fingers hooked upward to stroke my g-spot. 

God, this man knew how to excite me.

He continued to kiss me with so much desire and fervor that I could barely stand. With his left hand squeezing my ass cheek, and his right at work on my now enthralled womanhood he supported almost all of my weight as the first waves of orgasm began to radiate outward from my pulsating pussy. I threw my head back, and let the pleasure wash over me.

Even though it was just a miniature orgasm, I don't think I ever came so quickly. My knees had gone weak, and Michael gently lowered me to the side of the bed.

Tom: Wow, you mean you already came before I even got there?

Ann: Well, yeah...But it was just a little one. Besides, only a couple of minutes passed before you walked in. 

Tom: So that's when I got there.

Ann: Yeah, pretty much.

Tom: And, that explains your pink flush when I first saw you.

Ann: Unh hunh.

Tom: Okay, so now I'm in the room.

Ann: Yes, already! Let's move on.

Tom: You know, I really had a hard time playing along. I know we discussed it beforehand, but to walk in on something like that was tough. Plus, you were never able to talk to me like that before. I didn't expect it.

Ann: That was the easy part. 


Cuckolded



Usually, I wasn't able to think of my husband as being so submissive. With Michael around, it just seemed natural. You never know how good something is until you've tried it.

Look...Tom's an attractive man, and he's not bad in bed. He's very functional. 

Tom: Functional?

Ann: Okay, you're wonderful. Now, let me finish...

But...Michael is everything a woman needs. He has a beautiful body, he's big and strong and he knows how to please a woman. No man has ever excited me so much. I've never wanted to touch another man so much.

When Tom walked into the room, I remember I was still a little frenzied from my orgasm. I sat there staring at that huge, rock hard, black cock. I just wanted to touch it, and to look at it. It was mesmerizing.

For the first time in my life, a dick scared me, but at the same time, I wanted to be filled by it. I wanted Tom to see how much I needed Michael inside me. 

But, to be perfectly honest, at that point I really didn't care if Tom was there or not. I was going to fuck this man, regardless of the consequences.

Tom: Unh hunh. 

When I finally realized that, I think that's when I started to go along with the program. When I saw Ann take that huge cock in her mouth...Well, it made me hot. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was so much into it. I knew how bad she wanted it. Seeing her so wound up sent me over the edge. 

I suddenly had no problem fixing their drinks. I'd do whatever I had to to make Ann happy...Michael, too, if that's what it took.

While I made the drinks, I could watch them in the mirror. Michael gently cradled Ann's head in his massive hands. Her silky hair draped from his fingers while her head bobbed slowly back and forth.

I couldn't see Michael's dick, but I could see the rest of his body. He looked like an athlete. His arms and shoulders were big and muscular. His chest was broad with big, round pecs, and his stomach was like a washboard. 

The man was enormous, too.

I could see Ann's back. It seemed so frail and delicate. Her waist was slim, gracefully curving into her round hips. Only the upper part of her cute little ass could be seen as she sat on the bed. I marveled at how beautiful I still thought she was after all of these ten short years together. 

Ann: That's sweet.

Tom: Mmmm, thanks for that little kiss.

Ann: I just want you to know I love you.

Tom: Me too, Babe.

Anyway, let me get back to the story.

Ann: Who's stopping you?

Tom: Who else could?

The contrast seemed incredible. Ann was so tiny and fair. Michael was so big and dark. A light film of perspiration coated his body making it glimmer in the dim light. 

I finished with the drinks and turned back toward the two lovers. Ann now held Michael's cock straight up in her hand. Her head tilted slightly to the side to allow her better access to lick and suck on his enormous balls.

I stopped near the couple with the drinks held in my outstretched hands. Ann stopped kissing Michael's balls, and took her drink. He stepped back, and took his. Ann stood up, pressed her body to his, and they stared into the other's eyes as they took a swallow. Then, they kissed deeply. 

Finally, they broke the passionate embrace to sit on the foot of the bed. Ann ordered me to sit on the floor in front of them, until they finished their drinks. 

I did. 

Ann's beautiful little pussy and Michael's giant tool were right there in front of me. Her lips were darker than normal and slightly swollen from the excitement. It was open a little, and coated in her juices. 

His cock stood straight out, lewdly swinging back and forth with each slight motion. A drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip of his big, bulbous glans. 

I think I was staring.

Ann: He thinks! He practically drooled, and I couldn't resist. I had to tease him. "You like that big dick, don''t you?" 

He just looked up at me like a lost puppy. 

'This was too easy,' I thought. I put my drink down, and started to stroke Michael's dick. Michael wrapped his arm all the way around me, and played with my titty. 

I thought about how my hand could wrap all the way around Tom's little dick, but not even come close to wrapping around Michael's. I had to let Tom in on my thoughts. "You know,” I cooed, “ you really do have a pathetic little dick. How does it feel to see your wife with a real man?"

Tom just stared with his mouth open, but I could see his tiny tool twitching in the thong. 

"I bet you want some of this thing, don't you?" 

Tom's skin turned a deeper red.

I looked at Michael, and asked him if he might let Tom touch it later. Michael said that he'd think about it, but that he "wasn't no bitch."

"I know," I told him, "He's the bitch, and I just might want to see you treat him like one"

"Alright, Baby. If that's what turns you on."

I kissed him, and said, "Thanks."

You wanted it, didn't you?

C'mon Tom...You damn near begged to touch it...Well...

Tom: Hunh. I don't want to talk about it. 

Ann: Are you getting embarrassed?

Well, don't just shake your head...Talk into the mic. Tell you're side.

Tom: Okay, damn it! I'll talk about it.

Ann: Thank you, dear.

Tom: The sarcastic tone we can do without. I'll talk about it, but under protest...

Ann: Then talk…

Tom: Anyway, where were we...Oh, okay...?

Ann kissed him, and thanked him. Then, she turned to me. "That spot you're kneeling on is your spot. The rest of the room is ours. Now, get up and get yourself a tall drink, because you're going to be there awhile."

I started to get up, but Michael drained his glass, and handed me the empty. Grinning like the cat that ate the canary, he ordered me to refill it, but to make this one strong enough for a man. 

What could I do? I shook my head, and took his glass.

"When you're finished with that," Ann continued, "put on some music, and set up the video camera at the foot of the bed. Then, you sit there, run the camera, and pay attention. I want you to tell me later how you felt watching your wife fuck a real man."

Why did her voice sound so sexy while she was right in the middle of humiliating me?

Ann: Well, because you love me, of course.

Tom: I wish it were that simple. 

Anyhow, that's when Michael flashed me that shit-eating grin again, turned to Ann, took her in his arms, and laid her back on the bed.

I made two very strong and very tall drinks. I put Michael's on the night stand.

He was partially atop my wife, kissing her passionately. His hands roamed urgently all over her beautiful body. 

My own dick raged against the thin material of the g-string. I felt warm inside, but very strange. The emotions that I was experiencing were pleasant, but they also made me extremely uncomfortable.

I busied myself with the video camera to keep my mind from straying too far. I loaded the DVD, checked the functions, and mounted it just above waist high on the tripod.

Next, I thumbed through a few CD's. I chose one by Charles Brown. I thought the slow, jazzy sound of West Coast Blues would be appropriate.

I took a swig of my drink, and took my place next to the video camera. The almost sticky hotel room carpet felt a little repulsive against my bare skin. Obviously, I concluded, my personal comfort would be in short supply. 

Michael kissed my wife around the sides of her neck, and nibbled on her earlobes. 

I aligned the picture frame, set the zoom and started the camera.

Ann: Oh, that made me so hot. I heard Tom start the camera as Michael kissed me on the neck. The idea of being with this gorgeous man, and have it filmed too, was just too much. I felt so alive! I felt every little touch right to the core of my soul.

And, Michael…He was so good. He took his time. Slowly and gently he kissed my neck. He took my earlobes in his lips so firmly, but so delicately.

Some of his weight rested on top of me. His body screamed out raw power, but his caresses were so soft and firm. 

There was no hesitation in this man, either. He was so strong, confident and knowledgeable. And, every move, every touch, and every little kiss or nibble was expertly applied knowing full well what the response would be. 

And wow, did I respond!

My entire body felt like warm, fresh water ran across it. Each touch sent tiny electrical shocks from the point of contact right to the walls of my pussy. Then, the shocks would radiate warmly right back through my highly sensitized skin.

Michael kissed down into the nape of my neck. My mind knew nothing but the pleasure.

Tom: Yeah, she was already moaning like I'd never heard her moan before--Not this soon, anyway! 

The camera and I had a clear view of her beautiful little pussy. I'd never seen her so wet, so soon, and for another man. I've seen her this excited for a few other women, but I never imagined she could get this worked up over another man.

Her hands traced enthusiastically across Michael's potent body. Her own body rocked from side to side, and back and forth in uninhibited passion.

He cupped her soft breasts in his big hands. He kissed slowly down her flushed chest.

Her arms and hands moved urgently across his broad back. "Oh, God...Yes, Baby..." she purred as Michael kissed the tops of her breasts.

Ann's breathing came more quickly. Her back arched slightly, thrusting her chest upward. She moaned softly cueing Michael on.

He kissed and licked around each breast from the top, around the sides, and underneath, only coming teasingly near her firm little nipples.

At last, with his tongue, Michael drew small circles around her areola before taking first the right and then the left nipple into his mouth. He took his time, lingering on each one. He'd suck in her entire nipple, ring and all, then release, letting the ring catch in his teeth. Then, he would pull a little, stretching the little pink nub. Then, he would return to kissing around her breast, before returning to the nipple, and Ann's golden rings. 

His right hand now explored the folds of her sex. She was so wet that in no time his fingers shined with her juices even though he had only brushed against her outer folds.

Ann's moans had become louder and more insistent. As if this were a cue, Michael kissed lower, on down her flat stomach. His tongue darted in and out of her belly-button before his kissed lower and across from one hip to the other.

Ann ran her hands across Michael's smooth head, and the sides of his face. He looked up as he planted a furtive kiss just above her eager box. Their eyes locked.

They simply stared for several moments. 

Finally, Michael kissed down to her inner thighs, avoiding contact with her impatient pussy. Their eyes were still locked in a passionate gaze.

He teasingly kissed around her seething sex. She spread her legs further to afford him better access, but Michael only teased.

He began to kiss down her inner thighs, and around back up to her hips, and then back down her outer thigh moving slowly from one leg to the other.

He raised one of her legs at a time, kissing down the back of it. He kissed and sucked the back of her knee causing her to writhe wildly about the bed. 

Michael followed suit with the other leg before kissing lovingly down to her ankles, and to the tops of her feet. He kissed, then sucked in each toe.

Ann's pelvis rose from the bed. She was too far gone, already. Her pussy throbbed. Her chest, neck and face turned deep red. A grimace of ecstasy came across her face as the first throes of another orgasm coursed through her body.

Ann: God, it was incredible. He had barely touched my pussy, and I was having a very intense orgasm. As soon as he sucked in my big toe, I felt the rush of heat surge through me. My whole body rocked in an electric charge. 

I knew that I screamed something--Exactly what, I didn't know...And, didn't care... 

Actually, I did care. I wanted the whole world to know that at that moment I was the center of the universe.

Tom: But, before she could come down, Michael had already slid back up her body, and buried his face in her muff.

Ann: God, I never even finished the first orgasm when I felt his mouth suddenly close around my clitoris, and his tongue dove straight after my g-spot. 

It was a pure rush of bliss. 

Tom: Yeah, she clamped her hands around Michael's head, grinding her snatch into his face. I could barely hear his muffled moans over Ann's delirious screaming. She shouted every lewd word or phrase that had ever come to her.

"Oh, yes, Baby." she would shout. "God Damn, that feels good...Yes, yeeessssss, Gawd, eat me, Baby. So fucking good...aaaahhhhhh, yes...ooooooohhh..." On and on.

Ann: It was like wave after wave of pleasure. I couldn't see. I couldn't hear. I just felt.

And, I felt great!

I felt his mouth devour my pussy. His upper lip rubbed back and forth on my clit. His long, thick tongue stabbed at my g-spot. 

I wanted to rise up and away from the intense pleasure as if it was too much, but his strong hands rested firmly across my hips and belly pinning me to the bed.

I rocked with each successive wave, each a little more powerful than the last. My mind and body burned with the heat, and quaked with the spasms of erotic euphoria washing over me, until at last, I felt the tide begin to subside.

The urgency and strength of Michael's service calmed with my body's relaxing. He licked slowly, but deeply, wisely avoiding my hyper-sensitive clit.

Suddenly, he raised my legs high in the air. His tongue drove down into my ass. He licked and probed at the sensitive skin around my anus.

Soon, I felt the tension building in my pussy once more. He licked up my juices as they leaked slowly down.

Tom: About that time, Michael came up. Kneeling on the bed, he hooked Ann's supple thighs in his muscular arms, raising her hips. "Now, your going to get what you need, baby. I'm going to fuck that little white pussy like it's never been fucked before."

"Oh, Gawd, yes...Fuck me, Baby."

He rubbed his massive meat along her pussy, up over her mons, and back down to the split of her ass. "You want this big, black dick. Don't cha Bitch?"

"Oh, yes. I want you to fuck me like a man. I want your black cock inside me, Baby." 

With that, she reached out and guided Michael's shaft to the opening of her dripping cunt. He pressed into her, and for a moment nothing happened. I wondered if that huge rod would even fit, but Ann rubbed the head up and down her pink folds a few times, and Michael's fat cock head penetrated my hot wife's insatiable pussy.

Almost simultaneously, both of the impassioned lovers moaned."

He said, "It's so hot...So tight."

She said, "It's sooo big. Ooooh, Baby, I want to feel your entire cock inside me."

He relaxed a little, then pressed a little more of his dick into Ann's tight hole. He repeated the action over and over. They developed a sort of rocking or swaying motion. With each little motion a little more of his giant bone was buried. Then, he would slowly pull out, and a little more of his dark dick would be shimmering with Ann's love juice.

At last, Michael's hips pressed tightly against the back of Ann's creamy white thighs. They paused in that position for a few moments, staring into each other's eyes.

Michael finally broke the spell. "Baby, this is what a real man can do."

He pulled back--Almost all the way out--And, stopped for one more second as if suspended in a dream. Then, all hell broke loose.

He slammed his pole all the way back into Ann's snatch. She screamed out in pain, pleasure, desire and pure lust. Her lips curled up. "Yeah, fuck me hard, Baby."

He pulled back, and drove it home, again. He held the back of her calves tight against his shoulders. His hips rolled back, then forward slamming against the back of her thighs and her ass sending shock waves through her whole body.

Faster and faster he drove into her. I thought he was hurting her, but her moans told a different story. Her moans grew more insistent. They became more desperate. She raised her hips to meet his hammering thrusts.

His strokes grew more fevered. I thought he would cum soon, but then I realized, I would have cum. Michael just kept pistoning his cock in at an ever increasing pace.

Ann's cries intensified and lengthened. Her body became taught. She was about to cum--Again!

Michael, let go of her legs, letting her little ass fall to the bed. His big cock popped out, bouncing up and down like a springboard. "Oh, no…Not yet, woman. You can't cum till I'm ready." With that, he wrapped his big hands around her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach like she was a rag doll.

Ann: At first, i was really pissed. I wanted to cum, again, and I don't like being denied. Then, when he rolled me over like I was nothing, I knew this man was going to take me for as long as he wanted, and any way he wanted. The idea intrigued me.

I lay there on my stomach. I could feel him straddle my upper legs. His dick rested on top of my ass. It seemed that it was as long as or longer than the entire length of my ass. I could feel his balls nestled into the pocket where my legs, ass and pussy met. Then, I felt a drop of pre-cum fall onto the tattoo spread across the small of my back.

He spread my ass cheeks with his hands. He rubbed his dick up and down the crack of my ass. I was afraid he wanted to take my ass. I stiffened.

Michael must have noticed the change in my body. He backed off a little. I felt the head of his dick press where his balls had been only a moment before. 

I raised my ass to meet him, not really knowing what was in store for me. I could tell he had his dick in his hand, and he was forcing it downward, past my asshole. I felt it press into my drenched and throbbing pussy!

God, I didn't think we could sustain a fuck that way. I had just never experienced a man with a cock long enough to stay in from that position. 

I lay on my stomach, my legs only partially spread as Michael's magnificent pole penetrated the depths of my cunt.

Even now, I felt more filled than I ever had before. His beautiful, black cock filled every inch of my tiny pussy. I never knew a big cock could feel so good. 

Yes, it's true! How you use it is important, but to have a man with a huge dick that knows how to use it, too, well…that's pure heaven. 

Michael stretched my sex with his thickness. The friction of his rod didn't miss a single centimeter of my vaginal walls. I don't know how to begin to explain the feeling of being so filled. All I knew was that I would never feel the same about an average sized dick, and didn't want anything to do with a small prick. I wanted to be filled by a real man, and Michael was filling that bill like I never thought possible.

He fucked me like this for several minutes before the feelings of impending orgasm began to creep up on me, again. As soon as I began to tremble with pleasure, he took me by the hips, and raised me up onto my hands and knees. It amazed me that his dick never slid out. It was as if he never missed a beat. He just started fucking me doggie-style. 

The change in position had its intended consequences. I was no longer on the verge of orgasm, but I wasn't far away either. 

In this position, I felt even more filled. His soda can thick cock still rubbed all of my inner walls, but now reached places I had only found using a double headed dildo with another woman. 

Michael held my hips, driving into me. 'No man could have so much stamina,' I thought. But, Michael wasn't an ordinary man!




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Tom: I would think not!

This guy had been steadily pounding my wife like he was a machine. His pace never slowed. He only stopped for long enough to change position. Now, he held Ann by the hips and drove into her incessantly. 

From my position near the foot of the bed, I could clearly see from the back as he fucked her doggie-style, but he wasn't on his knees. He stood over her now with his legs spread wide. She was on her knees with her head buried in pillows that stifled her screams of delight. 

I could see everything. I marveled at how his big cock stretched the entrance to her womanhood. I'd never seen Ann's pussy spread so wide. 

A mixture of his pre-cum, her lubricants, and both of their perspiration formed little trails down their legs. Her pussy and his cock glistened from the stuff. 

His balls swung back and forth as he drove his big tool into her over-stretched pussy. I could see his puckered hole flex each time he rammed into her.

I couldn't help but think how hot they both looked. This was my little, sexy wife being fucked by an ebony god. Her moans and cries turned me on as much as anything else. I knew that she was getting the fucking of her life, and any negative consequences of this adventure were far outweighed by the pleasure Ann experienced. 

Ann: I felt pretty much the same. No matter how well Michael fucked me, I knew that Tom watched the whole thing. I knew how much it excited him to watch me with another man, and with a huge black Adonis! I, also, knew that the more I got into it, the more he got into it. So, for once I let go. I let it all go.

This was nothing but pure carnal sex for the sake of sex. Nothing else mattered. Michael and I fucked like wild animals. 

Michael had told me in the coffee shop that he could tell right away I had 'jungle fever.' He had me pegged. I felt like the aristocratic white bitch being fucked good by the mighty African prince. I felt dirty and honored all at the same time. 'Jungle fever', or whatever you want to call it, had gotten a hold on me, and held me tight. Right then, I couldn't even imagine a little white man ever being able to satisfy me. 

Tom: Hmmm…We'll have to see about that.

Anyway, Michael fucked her hard. Ann was scratching and clawing at the pillows. Every once in a while a coherent word or two would rise up from the pillows. "Oh, yes. Fuck me with that big black cock...Yeah, fuck this white bitch...Gawd I need your black rod. Give it to me...Yessss." Of course, that was in between all the “oohs” and the “ahhs” and the incessant screams.

Soon she was nearly ready to cum one more time. Michael still wouldn't have any part of that, though. This time he pulled out, and simply said, "Suck my dick, Bitch."

Ann quickly reeled around and had the head of his cock in her mouth before he could coompletely lie back on the bed. 

She took as much as she could into her pretty, little mouth, held his dick in one of her lovely hands, and still plenty of dark dick flesh could be seen. She could suck my entire dick into her throat with ease, but with Michael she wasn't even close.

She bobbed her pretty head up and down on his dick head with abandon. Her tiny, pale hand and her pink flushed cheeks looked almost obscene against the backdrop of Michael's dark and enormous manhood.

I couldn't help it. I began stroking my own cock.

Michael would breath in loudly, and exhale the words, "Oooohhh, yeah, suck that dick." Then, "Damn, you're a hot little white bitch."

Words like this seemed to drive Ann crazy with desire or anger. I wasn't sure which. I could hear the moans escape from the bottom of her cock stuffed throat. 

Then, she let that monster meat fall from her mouth. She looked at me sitting on the floor, then up at Michael lying back on the bed. She looked different.

Ann: Yeah, it was my turn. I was tired of this game. I was ready to cum, and cum on my own terms.

Tom knew it. 

Michael had no idea. He thought he was in control, but no matter how big, strong or good he was, he was still only a man.

Tom: Yeah, something had changed. The subtle difference in Ann's expression spoke volumes. The teasing must have frustrated her. She smiled lustfully in my direction, before looking up amorously at Michael. Her gaze fixed on his. 

She would hold that provocative stare until she felt firmly in control. From my experience, I didn't think that would be a very long wait.

Ann: I took Michael's cock between my palm and my fingertips leaving the underside exposed. I kept my eyes fixed on his to ensure that he wouldn't look away. Only his fat organ came between us as a reminder of the carnal nature of our union.

I ran my tongue lasciviously up the underside of Michael's manhood from its base to its corona, where I teased his frenulum with lingering tongue lashings.

I tightly grasped the base of his shaft, and drew my hand upward squeezing a large drop of pre-cum from the tip. I focused, for a moment, on the sparkling drop of thick, clear nectar. Then, I looked back into Michael's eyes, pursed my lips and kissed the tip smearing the pre-cum. I ran the tip of my tongue exageratedly around my glistening lips savoring his essence. 

Michael stared. He was enthralled. His massive manhood throbbed with even the lightest brush of my lips or caress of my tongue.

Still holding Michael's gaze, I swept my tongue up from his frenulum, into the little slit. Then, as provocatively as possible, I hooked my tongue back into my mouth. I could feel his shaft and pc muscle pulsate as he fervently watched my ministrations. 

I had his undivided attention. 

I drew my lips and tongue back down to his balls. I licked and nibbled at the loose skin of his scrotum. I sucked in first one testicle, then the other. I pumped his long shaft with my right hand. My left roamed freely around his sturdy body.

Michael held my head loosely in his big hands. My hair draped through his dark fingers. He never tried to force the issue, but the slight increase of pressure combined with his moans and lusty comments reflected his enthusiasm.

My mouth explored his nether regions. I kissed into the crease of his inner thighs, and let the tip of my tongue tickle Michael's perineum. I nuzzled my face into his ball sack before moving my affections ever lower until, regretfully, we lost eye contact.

He folded his legs, rolling his hips so that more of his lower extremities could be accessed. 

I kissed the exposed area of his ass. His hips rolled up even more, completely exposing his tight hole. I kissed in a little nearer. His knees spread further in response.

I drew my tongue around his hole and down his crack as far as I could. I kissed deeper and deeper into his dark valley until at last my tongue flicked across the sensitive flesh of his anus.

Michael's entire body jumped. His tight, little back door muscle convulsed with the gentle caresses of my tongue. The more I increased the pressure, the more he responded with guttural moans and involuntary spasms. 

I think he may have liked it too much!

Kissing and licking back up to his balls, I re-established eye contact. Michael's eyes had become glazed over. He didn't seem to be focusing well when suddenly I took his dick in both hands, and engulfed its spongy head in my mouth. Several small tremors rocked his body.

I sucked hard while bobbing my head up and down on his ample staff. My hands twisted and alternated up and down with just enough pressure that he could feel the motions, but not pull his soft, sensitive flesh. From time to time, I would stop sucking for just long enough to draw my hands up and around the top of his cock spreading the wetness back down his shaft. Then, I would dive back down, sucking in as much of that monster cock as I could.

In hardly no time at all, I could feel the intensity, and number of his spasms increase. His balls had drawn up inside of him. His cock was jumping wildly and pulsating in my mouth. Just as he was about to reach the point of no return, I stopped all contact with his throbbing member, and with my fingers pressed firmly into his perineum.

Michael let out a distressed groan, but before he could protest, I swung my hips up and around lowering myself directly down onto his face. I took his pole in my hands, squeezing forcefully until the pulsations stopped. I rolled my hips back and forth, pressing my pussy and ass into his face.

Eventually, he got the message. His lips pursed a bit and his tongue began exploring my hot, wet hole. I let go of his cock and sat up causing my ass to lower onto his nose. He mumbled and grumbled breathless protests into my pussy. In response, I rocked my hips back and forth moving my tight hole to his mouth. His tongue stabbed at the tight entrance, and I rocked back, again to cover his mouth with my sodden muff.

The man was groaning and grunting furiously. But that wasn't my problem. He was going to eat my pussy and suck my ass for as long as I wanted, or for as long as his cock stayed hard. Luckily, his cock showed no sign of deflating, regardless of how much I restricted his breathing. 

I rode his face hard. Whenever I looked down I could see only his chin. It was bright with the dew of my arousal. Small trails of liquid traced their way in tiny rivulets across Michael's jaw, cheeks and down his neck. I rode harder; pressing my hands against his big round pecs. I lightly pinched and twisted his nipples. This only made him groan louder. Yet, his cock continued to stand straight up, erect and twitching. 

Despite how well my face sitting was working out, it wasn't quite enough. I wanted that great ebony phallus inside of me, and I wanted it now!

Tom: Yeah, I'd say!

Man, Ann looked so hot. Her erotic fires burned white hot. It was as if nothing else in this world made a damned bit of difference. This moment belonged to her, and she was going to get as much out of it as she could.

She leaned forward, rolling her hips up, and her sweet little bottom out of Michael's face. He raised his head and continued to work her pussy over with his tongue. She took his dick in her hands, brought her mouth down and began to lick and suck it from the base to the tip. In seconds, it shined wetly, and throbbed with longing. 

Never moving her hands from her toy, Ann raised her head and scooted forward. 

Michael desperately tried to follow until his tongue could no longer reach Ann's insatiable sex.

In a moment, Ann was kneeling astride Michael, facing in my direction. From her knees, she could not raise herself high enough to actually hover above his tall stalk. Instead, she took his dark shank in her hands bending it as she rubbed back and forth from her pubic bone, across her sopping cunt and into the crease of her ass. 

Still, I marveled at how big he looked in contrast to Ann's almost tiny stature. I couldn't believe that she planned to take that entire mahogany fencepost inside of her. 

As soon as that thought crossed my mind, Michael's fat, purplish head disappeared into Ann's tiny box. 

Both moaned quietly. 

Ann watched me stroke myself as she slowly rocked her hips back and forth. With each successive stroke another half inch of man meat disappeared. Shortly, her eyes were half closed, and Michael's dick was half buried. They stayed in this position for several seconds reeling slowly. My beautiful wife supported herself with her hands on Michael's hips.

The rocking soon became a little faster--A little more insistent. I watched as more and more cock disappeared. By this time, that massive tool had to have been bumping her cervix. 

A few thrusts later Ann let out one long gasp, and Michael's huge dick was fully enveloped. From the look on his face, I realized that this must have impressed Michael as much as it had me. He breathlessly commented on how deep he was.

I heartily concurred.

Ann ordered us both to shut up, and told Michael to worry more about not disappointing her. Then, she rolled her hips back and forth, staring up at nothing in general, lost in her own world.

Ann: Yes, it hurt a little. But, that didn't matter. I wanted to be completely filled with cock for once in my life. I had to feel that huge rod reach every inch of my insides. I didn't want a single nerve ending left unstimulated. I needed to fuck and be fucked, and I took every last inch of that massive fucking dick inside me!

Tom: What language!

Ann: What a fuck...

I rode my black stallion for several minutes. After a short period of insistent thrusting, I could feel his dick begin to twitch and pulsate inside me. I realized he was ready to cum, but cum way too soon! “Oh, no you don't! Not yet, boy,” I protested. I reached down, took his balls in my hand, and squeezed. 

Michael grunted loudly. His groin pulsed a few more times. I squeezed a little harder. His entire body jerked in response to the pain, and the sudden loss of his anticipated burst of pleasure. 

I, also, realized I would need more stimulation to get me over the hill. I raised myself from him for just long enough to turn around. Then, I lowered my eager snatch back down Michael's tranquil dick. This time it went much easier-much quicker.

I leaned forward slightly, and pressed my hands into my dark lover's barrel chest. My clit rubbed on his pubic bone each time I rolled forward. 

I fucked him slowly at first, thinking about Tom watching that big, black cock buried in my hungry little pussy. I knew how tempted he would be from that view. I knew how much it would excite him to see those big balls swinging with each thrust, that long, dark cock hammering into my over-stretched pussy, and my tight little butt bouncing up and down on top of another man. 

Knowing how turned on Tom was heated me even more, if that was possible. 

I started to fuck Michael for all he was worth; He had better be able to keep up, I thought.

I rolled my hips back and forth, and up and down. Every part of my vagina was being stimulated, driving me wild with desire.

I could see the desperation in Michael's eyes. His strong hands wrapped around my hips and the cheeks of my ass. With his powerful arms he aided my thrusts, but did not take control. In this dance, I led.

His hips drove up and down in time with my rocking. I gradually picked up the pace. We fucked faster and faster with each thrust sending an audible thud out into the room. 

Faster and faster, harder and harder we rocked in our passion.

We fucked with all the passion and desire we could muster. Perspiration coated Michael's body in a darkly shimmering gleam. 

A string of curse words rose up from Michael's throat. "Ah, fuck...Fuck...Shit, shit, shit...goddamn..." The nearer he came to climax the more garbled and uncontrolled his cursing became.

I felt the warmth begin to rise from my seething womanhood. My body started to tingle from head to toe. My hair seemed to stand on end. Static electricity coursed through my body in little waves. The waves got longer, deeper and more powerful. One after the other. I rode each wave higher and higher.

I threw back my head, and arched my back. The pressure on the end of my clit became too much to bear. All the muscles in my lower body tensed, my pussy throbbed. I was shouting something--anything. I didn't care what.

My nails tore at the flesh of my lover's powerful chest. I savagely drove my impassioned pussy into him. We rolled and bucked, lost in the moment. 

Michael's great column seemed to swell to even larger proportions. It pulsated almost in time with my throbbing cunt muscles. It quivered and jerked powerfully inside me. 

Michael let go a long, guttural howl from deep down in his chest. A huge jet of his seed seemed to fire straight up into my womb.

That was all I needed to put me over the edge. I screamed out something to the goddess of pleasure. I let the first dynamic waves of orgasm wash over me.

I rode up and down, over and over again as each wave rolled through me...Up...higher...Then, another yet higher...over and over...

His dick jerked with each successive blast of cream as his rod continued to mercilessly piston into me. I rode his cock like a wild animal. Warm fire erupted within my body again and again, as I helplessly quaked in the throes of passion.

Michael squeezed my hips desperately. Each time he thrust into me another blast of cum filled me. When at last, his spasms diminished, the fire within my body began to cool. I pumped his manhood a few last times before collapsing on his chest, exhausted.

Tom: It was all really pretty hot. But, that's all. We all went home and lived happily ever after.

Ann: Yeah, right!

Tom: Don't push your luck.

Ann: No, Honey…I'm going to have some fun here. You're going to tell the rest of the story.

Tom: I don't think so, Babe. Story's over.

Ann: Do you want to play again?

Tom: Alright…But, don't think I'm not going to get even.

Ann: I'll look forward to it.

Tom: Yeah, I'll bet.

Ann: Well…Let's get on with it…

Tom: Okay. Okay.

Well, after Ann lay on top of Michael for a few minutes, they finally stopped breathing as hard. Ann rolled off. They were both on their backs staring at me!

Needless to say, I was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable.

And, it got worse!

Ann and Michael looked at each other. She grinned, and then whispered something in his ear.

He nodded his head, chuckling.

“Make sure that video camera's running, and come up here,” Ann said grinning from ear to ear.

I didn't know what was going on, but I did know that I didn't like it. I was getting more nervous by the minute. I checked the camera, and started to make my way around the bed to join my wife.

She stopped me in my tracks. “Where do you think you're going?” She pointed to the foot of the bed. “I want you to come up here and eat my pussy.”

My jaw dropped. “Hunh?” Sometimes, I'm not too swift, I guess.

Ann acted like everything in the world was in its rightful place. I wish I could say that I felt the same. 

“I need to be cleaned out,” she said matter-of-factly.

I shook my head in silent protest.

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

“What the hell,' I thought. 'It couldn't be that bad.'

I lay down on my belly, and slid up until my face was an inch from Ann's dripping folds. It was hot and pungent. I started to kiss her inner thighs.

“Dammit,” Ann nearly shouted. She forcefully pulled my head straight into her seething pussy. “Now, lick!”

Their combined juices instantly covered the lower portion of my face. I tentatively licked at her dripping snatch. The smell and the taste were strong, but not overpowering. 

Ann's hands pressed against the back of my head. She raised her hips a little as she ground her muff into my face. “Lick it all. Yeah, clean my pussy out. Ooooh…Yessss.”

I looked up to see Michael staring at me. “Damn, that bitch must really like it,” he exclaimed. He fondled and sucked my wife's tits as he watched the show.

I guess I did like it. I licked and sucked every drop of their cum from Ann's hot pussy. Then, I licked at all of the juice that had run down to her ass and the insides of her thighs. Ann never stopped holding my head in her little hands. When all was cleaned, she pressed me back into her wet sex. I sucked in her outer lips, and ran my tongue around her soft inner folds, before I softly took those into my lips, too. 

I licked around the hood of her clit, and back through the inner lips of her moist cleft. Then, I sucked in her throbbing clit, driving my tongue deep into her hot, little love canal. She bucked. Her hands pulled me in even more fervently.




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Michael expertly worked over her gorgeous tits. He played with her nipple rings. He nibbled and sucked at her erect, little nubbins. He ran his tongue around her areoles. He firmly, but tenderly massaged her breasts with his big, powerful hands.

Ann's fingers grasped my hair, pulling me tightly into her hot chasm. The tell-tale flush of impending orgasm spread across her chest, creeping up toward her neck and face. She began to moan excitedly. 

Her hips rose up from the bed. Her body grew taught and rigid. She pressed her sex firmly into my mouth as one explosion after another wracked her heaving body. 

Eventually, her throes of delight subsided.

I made a few last desperate licks at her quivering sex before she rolled over leaving me lying with Michael's tool right next to my face. Before I had a chance to back away, or to wipe Ann's wetness from my chin, Michael was rubbing his tool over my cheeks and across my lips smearing the juices even more. Both of the lovers inched closer together, forcing my face into Michael's balls, and the bottom of his massive cock pressed to my forehead. 

I didn't hesitate this time. I immediately started to lick and to suck on his nuts. I took his dick in my hand, and licked up his shaft. His cock was hard and throbbing, again. I moved to take his dick into my mouth. The sheer bulk of it in my hand caught me by surprise. Nevertheless, I swallowed as much as I could.

My whole body seemed to respond to having another man's rod in my mouth. I nearly came. Somehow though, I regained control. I concentrated on servicing that massive man meat. I sucked and stroked, enjoying the tastes, the smells, and the feelings of sucking a man's cock.

To my surprise, Ann pulled me away from the object of my lust, causing Michael's dick to plop out of my mouth. She yanked the blue g-string off of me. Immediately, she pulled me on top of her, and ordered me to fuck her. 

For some reason, I experienced a strange sense of loss. I had wanted to bring him to completion. I wanted to feel him erupting inside me. I wanted to taste his cum.

Instead, I knelt on the bed with the back of Ann's thighs pressed to my chest. Her hips were raised up from the mattress, and I entered her. I've never known her to be so wet, and she obviously wasn't as tight as usual. She was still stretched from Michael's meat. These new sensations were different, but not without pleasure.

I had only thrust a few times when I felt a pair of very large hands grab a hold of my ass cheeks. Instantly, I cringed. Perspiration collected on my brow. I didn't know whether to scream or run as big fingers smeared a cold wet liquid along my crack before coming into contact with my tight hole. 

Michael pressed his finger against my hole adding pressure as he rubbed it around a bit. In no time, his finger broke through the ring of resistance. A little pain mixed with pleasure shot through my body. This, I thought wasn't too bad, though.

Then, I felt more of the cold lube drip into my ass crack, and another finger suddenly pressed into me. The pain became clear and palpable, but soon subsided some.

Ann kept coaxing me to relax. “Just relax,” she'd say, “and it won't hurt so much. The anal ease is supposed to help. Now, just relax. ”

I tried, but each time the pain seemed to settle down another big finger pried open my burning asshole even further. 

Finally, I felt the fingers exit. Ann's tiny hands grabbed my butt cheeks at the same time and pulled, keeping my cheeks spread. My hard cock slid deep inside of her warm, little love canal. It actually felt really good for about two seconds.

Suddenly, Michael's fat cock pressed against my already ravaged backside. He held his dick with his hand forcing the throbbing head into my aching opening. I could tell that only the glans had entered me, but that was enough. I screamed with pain as fire shot through my body and every muscle tensed in agony.

Thinking that the pain could get no worse, I felt Michael push a few more inches into me. I tried to pull away, but only succeeded in pressing my hips harder against my wife's thighs. 

She must have been enjoying my suffering. “Yeah, fuck his ass,” she panted. She was already more excited than I thought possible. “Oh, God, Michael. Bury that big dick in his ass.”

Michael responded with enthusiasm. He groaned the word, “Fuuuuuck,” and slammed all nine inches of his huge tool into my tormented ass. I felt like I was being ripped in two. 

Before I could scream, Ann pressed her parted lips to mine. My painful protests came out as muffled moans into her open mouth. She kissed me hard and passionately, exploring every part of my mouth with her tongue. This seemed to help. I began to relax as Michael slowly pulled his bone almost all the way out, then pressing it slowly back until his powerful hips pressed against me. 

I concentrated on Ann's kisses, and, soon, Michael's pace increased. He pumped harder and faster into me. The pain was gradually replaced by a strange feeling of pleasure. I even began to rock back into his mighty dick, before rolling forward thrusting my own seemingly inadequate member into Ann's ardent muff.

I rocked back and forth, relishing the feeling of screwing two people at once. The feeling of being taken in the ass is difficult to explain, but once I let the pleasure take over, I began to feel tantalizingly debauched. I fucked that cock, and that cunt with relish, and with a fervor that I couldn't explain. With each thrust I pushed two other people nearer to the edge of climax.

I could feel Ann approaching orgasm as quickly as I was. She stopped kissing, pressed her cheek to mine, and began to buck in response to my thrusts. She wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed tightly. Then, she thrust one last time into me, and her body went stiff. She cried out in her erotic bliss.

Michael had begun to thrust into my ass with abandon. He held my hips, slammed forcefully into me and let out a long moan. I felt his seed unload inside of me. He pulled back, slammed forward and released another load into me.

I couldn't hang on one second longer. The last couple of hours of frustration seemed to all come together in one final moment of release. It began at the tip of my throbbing cock, exploding back into my balls, and through my pelvis, radiating out across my enraptured body. 

Michael continued to slam into me, as I sent rush after rush of my pent up seed into my wife's convulsing pussy. 

We had all surrendered to simultaneous ecstasy. We found ourselves all lost in rush after rush of euphoric release.

But finally, our bodies fell limp. We collapsed atop each other. Michael's dick began to deflate inside me. I felt my own cock shrink, until it slid from Ann's languid vagina.

Ann: Now, that wasn't so hard, was it? It sounded like you got into telling that story.

Anyway, that was nice-all of us laying there spent. I don't think we could have moved if we wanted to. 

Tom: Okay. It wasn't that bad….

Ann: “It wasn't that bad?” Yeah, right! It was wonderful!

Tom: Okay…I know, Babe--You're right. 

Are you looking forward to seeing Michael, again?

Ann: Can't wait…

Tom: Me, too.



Cuckolded!



Katie and I are both in our early thirties and have been married for just over ten years. Both highly sexed, we have enjoyed a great sex life but have always kept our 'bedroom' activities to ourselves and had been faithful to each other since the day we met. Katie is a gorgeous brunette with a killer body and I think myself lucky to be married to such a bombshell. 

Last Christmas Eve, just after lunch, Katie received a text message on her mobile and appeared flustered as she read it. I asked who it was from, expecting it to be a Christmas greeting from family or friends, and asked if I could see. Katie immediately deleted the message and her composure made me instantly suspicious. 

I asked again who it was from and Katie, appearing nervous, sat next to me and told me not to be angry. She explained that one of her former work colleagues, Harry, who she used to tell me was constantly hitting on her, had somehow managed to get her mobile number and had sent her a number of flirtatious texts. I asked what he said in the text messages; she had deleted them all but said that he had been encouraging her to meet him for a drink and saying how sexy she was. He had apparently also sent her more explicit messages but Katie claimed not to remember the content. She said she had never once responded, he just kept on persevering. 

I was surprised to find that rather than being angry, I found myself getting aroused at my wife receiving such attention from another man. 

"You never really said, what did he look like? Did you fancy him?" I questioned her. 

"I told you, I'm not interested in anyone else, just you," she answered.

"Okay, but if we weren't together or if I gave you permission...?"

Katie looked me in the eyes, "Oh my god, this is making you horny isn't it?" she exclaimed. Her hand moved between my legs and she felt my growing erection under my jeans. "I'm right aren't I, this is turning you on?"

"I don't know," I replied, genuinely confused at my reaction, "I should be jealous or angry I suppose, but the thought of you secretly conversing with another guy just got a different reaction than I thought it would."

"I told you, I never replied," she said, rubbing my now solid cock, "Would you want me too? Do you want your wife to flirt with another man, maybe meet him for a drink?"

I could tell Katie herself was becoming turned on and wondered whether she was being serious or this was just some kind of role play. She pushed me back on the sofa and straddled me, her skirt around her hips as she pushed herself down against my hardness.

"Go on, be honest, would you like me to meet Harry, flirt with him, maybe snog, grope each other and then come home and tell you all about it?"

At that moment I did, that was exactly what I wanted. I could feel the warmth of her pussy against me, even through her knickers and my jeans; my mind was conjuring up images of her having just come home from a date with this man I had not even met, and riding my cock as she told me all about how she had given herself up to her lover. 

"You want to though, don't you?" I countered, "That's why you're getting so horny."

Katie kissed me passionately, her tongue probing at my mouth. She didn't need to reply, I could tell that she was giving serious thought to having someone else, but just needed my blessing. 

"What did he just text you?" I asked, in-between kisses. 

Katie leant back, realising that this might lead somewhere. "He just said he was in town this evening with friends and that maybe we could meet up, if you weren't around of course." 

We had planned on spending a quiet evening in together as we had family visiting the next day. I thought about this for a moment, not twenty minutes ago everything had been normal and now we were having this conversation. 

"So if I said yes, would you want to go and meet him?"

Katie looked down at me, no doubt trying to gauge my thoughts. After a few seconds she moved off me and sat next to me, holding my hands.

"I know it sounds wrong, but even you have to admit we have both just experienced naughty thoughts which clearly turned us both on," she said, "Maybe it'd be fun, me playing the naughty unfaithful wife."

We sat for the next twenty minutes discussing the situation, and I have to admit, my cock was solid the whole time. In the end, Katie said there was no way she was leaving me on Christmas Eve but said she'd text Harry back and tell him to contact her in a few days. She did just this, saying that I was home over Christmas but would be gone again the day after Boxing Day. He replied almost immediately, 'Gr8, can't wait'. 

My mind was racing, I had just almost encouraged my wife to go and meet another man, where god knows what might happen, yet I was unbelievably turned on by it all. That night we had fantastic sex as we fantasised about Katie being a slut wife and fucking other men while I was left at home; we both had massive orgasms and agreed it had been the best sex, and fantasy, we had shared in a long time. 

Christmas came and went, not fast enough as far as we were concerned. Late morning on the 27th, Katie's phone beeped and she went to check it. She called me downstairs to read the text that had just arrived. 

'Coast clear? Fancy meeting tonight at Alex's Bar, maybe coffee at mine afterwards?'

Well, it was clear what he was after and Katie looked at me questioningly.

"Well babe, what shall we do? This is for us remember, he's just a tool in our fantasy."

"Fuck it, go for it," I said, "Text him back, say you'll meet him at nine, see how things go."

Again, I could feel my cock twitching. In less than twelve hours time my wife could be meeting with someone else, essentially cuckolding me. Anyway, Katie done as I suggested and minutes later Harry replied.

'Ok. C u at 9, lookin 4ward 2 it.'

And that was it, two short text messages and it was arranged. For the rest of the day it was all we talked about, Katie showed me that she had condoms and assured me she would use them if the evening turned out that way. From what she'd told me of Harry, he was a womaniser and was not in for the long haul, so I guessed that one night stands were his thing. Katie also said that he used to be the talk of the ladies restrooms at work, because he was such a good lover and apparently was very well endowed. 

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Katie asked me, "If you're not I'll cancel."

"A week ago, if you'd told me we'd be doing this, I wouldn't have believed you," I said, taking her hands and kissing her on the lips, "But now, even I could never have imagined being so turned on by something which is so bad."

"Okay babe, well as long as you're sure, I'm gonna get ready. I'll call you up later to see the finished product."

I spent the next few hours watching crappy TV and unable to think of anything else other than what the evening had to bring. Katie eventually called me upstairs and asked for my opinion; she looked stunning, her hair and make-up flawless, wearing a tailored knee-length summer dress that showed her figure off perfectly. She was wearing strappy sandals and her freshly shaven, tanned legs looked gorgeous. 

"I was thinking of going commando," she said, meaning without underwear, "But I thought he might appreciate these?"

She lifted her dress to show a pair of knickers that were part of a set I had bought her for her birthday. Light blue and lacy, they showed of her ass and pussy perfectly, this was the first time I had seen her in them. "Of course, the matching bra as well," she said, giving me a peek. 

I looked at Katie, she was looking as hot as I had ever seen her, but yet all I could think about was how much Harry was going to appreciate my sexy wife. "You look fantastic," I said, pulling her to me, "He's gonna think all his Christmas' have come at once!"

Katie laughed, "Thanks babe, but you just wait till I get home, so will you!" 

Katie kissed me on the lips, gently so not to ruin her make-up, "I love you honey, I'll see you in a few hours."

Feeling her body next to mine I desperately wanted her, right there and then, but she pulled away, laughing. "Steady tiger, not long then I'll be home and share the whole night with you."

Moments later, the taxi arrived and Katie left. I watched her getting into the taxi and, surprisingly, did not feel a little bit jealous that she was going to meet another man. My cock remained pretty much erect throughout the evening but I resisted masturbating, wanting to save myself for Katie's return. 

It got to midnight and I had heard nothing from Katie; just as I was wondering whether I should call or text her, my phone beeped. 'Goin as planned, back 2 his now, don't wait up, have keys, will wake u', was all the text said. I had expected her home by now but even so, knowing that she was going back to Harry's flat, the thought of what would occur there, I didn't mind her being late. I went to bed to wait and eventually fell asleep. 

I was woken by the sound of the front door opening and closing; looking at the clock I saw it was 5 am. I heard footsteps on the stairs and then Katie came into the bedroom and turned on the lights. Just looking at her, her face flushed and make-up gone, I could tell Harry had fucked my wife. Katie smiled down at me.

"Hi honey, sorry I'm late, I fell asleep."

She leant down and kissed me on the lips, I could immediately taste what I guessed was Harry's cock. Katie probed my mouth with her tongue and I sucked on it, even though I realised this tongue was probably licking another man's cock during the last few hours. 

"Well, how did it go?" I asked.

"Shhh, just lie back and relax." Katie replied, reaching into my bedside drawer and taking out a pair of handcuffs that we occasionally used for light bondage. 

She took my hands and put them above my head, handcuffing me to the headboard. Standing at the side of the bed, she slipped off her dress and I could see love bites on her shoulders and on her breasts. She took off her bra, revealing her gorgeous pert breasts; my cock was harder than ever as I looked at my sexy wife.

Climbing onto the bed, just in her lacy knickers, Katie straddled me and rubbed herself against my erection. I could feel that her knickers were damp and couldn't wait to slide myself into her wet pussy. Teasing me, she ground herself against me for a few moments as she kissed my neck and licked and sucked at my nipples. She then moved herself up my body until her lace covered pussy was above my face, her holding onto the headboard. I licked at the gusset of her knickers, tasting the dampness. I thought I must be mistaken when I tasted and smelt what I thought was cum; Katie had occasionally made me go down on her after coming inside her and I recognised a similar taste. Before I could say anything, Katie spoke.

"I've got a little confession to make," she said, looking down at me. "Harry refused to wear a condom, he said he had the snip and only fucked bareback. I couldn't say no, his cock was so big and hard."

I was speechless but strangely, even more turned on. Just inches from my face was my wife's pussy, full of another man's sperm. 

"You don't mind do you?" Katie asked, "I thought maybe you'd like a fresh creampie, I think that's what it called when a man eats cum from a well fucked pussy."

Katie reached down and pulled her knickers to the side, revealing her shaven pussy lips. Using two fingers, she spread her lips apart and I could see white fluid inside her.

"Go on honey, taste me, trust me, Harry's cum tastes lovely, I've already swallowed a full load of it."

Hesitantly, I licked at her clit and around the entrance to her pussy but Katie wanted more. She lowered herself down onto my face, giving me no choice but to tongue her deeper. My tongue entering her seemed to open the dam and suddenly a load of thick cum flowed into my mouth, which I swallowed quickly. 

"Oh fuck, yeah, that's it babe, eat me good, suck up all of Harry's thick spunk," she gasped, pushing herself down onto my face. "Harry's cock was so big and thick, bigger than yours and he fucked me four times. I hope you don't mind but he shagged me in his car when he dropped me off so the neighbours might have noticed, they'll know that I've been fucking someone else."

I didn't answer; I couldn't anyway as she was almost suffocating me, making me suck her pussy clean. Despite this latest revelation, I found the potential humiliation of our neighbours knowing that Katie was a slut wife a massive turn on. Katie reached behind her and felt my stiff cock. 

"You love it don't you honey? You love that your wife acted like a dirty slut tonight and took another man's cock. Well, get used to it, this won't be the last time, Harry's coming here tonight and I'm gonna fuck his black cock like there's no tomorrow."

This stopped me in my tracks. Black? She'd not mentioned that before now. So not only was I eating another man's cum from my wife, but it was a black guy that'd fucked her and given her so much pleasure. 

"Sorry, did I forget to mention Harry was black?" Katie said, "Believe me, it's true what they say, black men's cock are massive, I thought I was gonna be split in two," she goaded me. "Come on, don't stop, eat all that black sperm out of your wife's dirty pussy."

She was wanking my cock as she spoke and I just couldn't hold out any longer. Her filthy talk, along with the filthy act that I was carrying out was too much for me and I groaned as I came, sucking hard on her clit as my own cum spurted over my stomach and Katie's hand. 

"Fuck, you are such a dirty bastard," Katie told me, "That's it babe, suck it up, clean my pussy so I can be Harry's bitch again later on. Service my pussy like a good cuckold."

Katie moved back and impaled herself on my semi erect cock, at the same time shoving three cum-covered fingers into my mouth. She pushed down hard against me, rubbing her clit against me as my cock twitched back to attention inside her soaking wet cunt. 

I sucked at her fingers, eating my own cum from them as she moved them in and out of my mouth and continued her filthy commentary.

"That's it babe, oh fuck, I'm gonna come, stick your cock deep into my dirty pussy, give me your seed."

Katie gripped me tight, sucking hard on my neck as her orgasm ripped through her. I could feel her pussy pulsing against my hard cock as she came, her nails tearing onto my shoulders as she groaned in pleasure. I had never seen Katie have an orgasm like this, it seemed to go on forever and I could feel her nails tearing my skin, the pain just adding to the experience. This was all too much for me and I came again, which was a surprise even for me, so soon after the last time.

My cock throbbed as I spurted inside her, mixing my own cum with whatever of Harry's that lay deep inside her pussy. Katie egged me on, desperate for a fifth load of creamy sperm inside her.

"Oh yeah, fuck your cum up me, that's it honey, fill up your slutty wife."

As we both came down from our orgasms, Katie rolled off me, lying next to me and idly fingering her messy pussy. 

"Enjoy?" she asked, "You've hardly spoken since I got home."

"Well, I hardly got the chance did I?" I responded, smiling at her and kissing her, "Considering I had a mouthful of your pussy and some black guy's cum! How come you forgot to mention that?" 

Katie smiled back at me, but I could tell she was holding something back. "What is it?" I asked, "There's something else you've not told me."

Initially, Katie avoided the question, releasing me from the handcuffs. Then she lay back down next to me and stroked my now flaccid cock.

"Erm, well, I hope you don't mind but I told Harry all about your fantasy, he knows that you know I was with him tonight."

"You're joking?"

Part 2

It turned out that Katie had told Harry all about me; that I had willingly let her go out and meet him, waiting home for her to come back. Apparently he had really enjoyed fucking a slut wife, knowing that she would be going home to her knowing husband, full of his cum. In fact, that was why he had insisted on fucking her in the car when he had parked outside our house to drop her off, just so she would be freshly laden with his seed. 

"Harry says he can't wait to fuck me again, but he wants you to be watching this time as I take his big black cock up inside my cunt."

It was mid morning, we had slept for a few hours and Katie had woken up full of spirits. Harry was going to be visiting our house at 8 pm and Katie couldn't wait; it seemed that overnight she had turned into a complete cock whore, desperate to be fucked by Harry's cock again. Admittedly, it really turned me on, while I was a little nervous about meeting Harry, the thought of watching my beautiful wife succumb to a black cock really got me going and I was actually looking forward to his visit.

"You're okay with this aren't you?" Katie asked me as she got ready to go into town for new clothes. "I just wanna look nice for you both; I wouldn't want to disappoint my new lover."

Every time she mentioned this my cock twitched and grew hard. Katie went out into town and came back with a short black dress, stockings and suspenders to match. As she showed me them, she told me how Harry wanted her to be his white bitch and that when he was with her, I was just a toy to play with; that he was her man and I was just the clean-up boy. She told me that for the evening he was her husband, he was the man who owned her and I was to do as I was told, like a 'good little boy'. 

Before today I would never have thought I would be like this, but all I wanted was to see my wife being fucked by someone else, this stranger. The more she talked about it the hornier I became, in my head I visualised her being impaled on a massive black cock and when he filled her up with his potent sperm, burying my head between her legs and sucking it all out. 

Katie received a few text messages from Harry but refused to let me see them; all she would say was that Harry was giving her instructions for the evening and that it was a surprise. I was even more nervous now, wondering what they were planning, but somehow the humiliation of being cuckolded by my wife continued to keep me horny and looking forward to the evening's events, whatever they were. 

Fifteen minutes before Harry was due to arrive, Katie came downstairs and she looked stunning. 

"What do you think?" she asked, posing in the doorway of the lounge.

"You look gorgeous babe, dunno how long you'll keep those clothes on though!"

Katie poured herself a drink, no doubt to calm her own nerves and we chatted in the kitchen. "You still okay with this?" she asked me, "Looking forward to seeing me be fucked?"

"I can't wait," I replied, "Do you think he'll be comfortable with me there?"

"Don't you worry, Harry will be fine. One thing he doesn't lack is confidence."

"No wonder, if his cock's as big as you said."

Katie downed the last of her glass of wine and smiled at me, "You'll soon see," she said, "Now, follow me."

Katie led me upstairs and into the bedroom. She had taken the pillows off the bed and covered it with a black latex sheet. "Clothes off and lie on your back," she instructed me. I did as she asked, wondering what she was up to but my stiff cock gave away the fact that I was enjoying being given orders. 

Once I was lying down, Katie tied my hands above my head, securing them to the headboard. The feeling of the latex against my back and legs just made me hornier and my cock was sticking straight up, hard as a rock. Katie leant down and licked at my helmet, sucking on it for a few seconds. 

"There, just think, the next cock in my mouth isn't gonna be yours," she teased me. "Oh, by the way, Harry has told me that when he arrives I'm to snog him on the doorstep, in full view of any neighbours who might be watching. He wants everyone to know that your wife is shagging a black man."




Cuckolded!



As turned on as I was, I was unsure about this; the last thing I wanted was the neighbours talking about us behind our backs. "Honey, maybe that's not a great idea, you know what this neighbourhoods like, we'll be the talk of the street."

"Hey, this is what you wanted isn't it? You love it really, look at the size of your cock, it's bigger than I've ever seen it. Now just lie there and wait, he'll be here soon and then you can watch me taking his black cock up here," she said, lifting her dress and showing me her pussy, covered in a sexy pair of black satin knickers. "Or maybe here," she added, turning around to show her tight little ass.

Anal? Katie had never let me fuck her ass, the nearest I got was rimming her occasionally, but as soon as I tried anything more, she would always stop me. I was about to say something but Katie put her finger to my lips, "Shhh, just wait and see okay, maybe I'll let him take my anal virginity, maybe I'll let you."

I heard a car pull up outside and Katie went to the window. "He's here," she said and kissing me on the lips, she headed out of the room and downstairs. The doorbell rang and I heard the door open; it was about thirty seconds later when it shut and I assumed that Katie had done as Harry asked and stood with him on the doorstep, letting half the street see what was going on. 

I laid on the bed for about twenty minutes, the whole time wondering what was going on downstairs. I didn't have a clue what was going to happen, whether I was going to get to see Katie being fucked by Harry or whether I would be joining in, I just lay helpless, waiting and hoping they would come upstairs. Minutes later, I heard movement on the stairs and Katie came into the room, her face flushed and lipstick smudged. Leading him by the hand, Harry followed her. He was taller than me, good looking and well built; no wonder Katie fancied him so much. 

Without saying a word, Katie came straight over to me and leant down to kiss me, as I responded she opened her mouth and suddenly my own mouth was full of sticky cum. We kissed passionately, swapping the creamy fluid between our mouths until Katie stood back up and I swallowed what was left. 

"Harry, this is Scott. Scott, Harry," she said by way of introductions, "As you can see, he loves your cum as much as I do!"

Harry nodded at me and to be honest, I felt a little embarrassed; tied to the bed, my cock standing to attention and looking at my wife stood next to a handsome black guy who's cock she had just sucked, and who's cum I had just eaten. 

"So this is your wimpy husband?" Harry said, looking down at me, "He must be mad wanting to share you but I ain't complaining." I watched as Harry groped Katie's tits and they kissed each other, their tongues probing each others mouths. 

I watched as they kissed and stripped each others clothes off. Katie kept her stockings, suspenders and black heels on, while Harry was totally naked. His cock was solid and I had never seen one so big; I couldn't believe Katie had managed to take it in her pussy and had even considered squeezing that monster into her ass. 

"Okay Scott, as of now, you do exactly what you are told and enjoy the show, okay?" said Katie and I just nodded in acknowledgement. "For the rest of the night, I am Harry's, and so are you."

This last comment both surprised and concerned me. "What do you mean, I'm his?" 

"Oh, sorry honey, I must have forgot to mention," Katie smiled wickedly, "Harry likes fucking ass, and he doesn't care whose, just so long as it's tight. I know mine is, what about yours?"

"Whoa," I said, straining at my restraints, "I never agreed to this."

"Scott, you DID agree to this, now just be quiet or I'll be getting the ball-gag out," Katie seemed serious so I just decided to do as she said, not wanting to be gagged. 

Katie climbed onto the bed and knelt between my legs, spreading them as far as they would go. I watched as she took my cock in her mouth and started to blow me, but was shocked to see Harry kneel up on the bed, next to my head and his cock bouncing just inches from my lips. 

"Suck my cock bitch!" Harry demanded, "Suck my cock just like your whore wife did five minutes ago."

I looked down at Katie, my cock in her mouth and she nodded her approval. Taking my cock from her mouth, she addressed me. "Go on cucky, suck my lovers cock like a good little bitch." 

I had never had any bisexual urges before, but this black cock prodding at my lips was too much to resist and I opened wide, taking the head and as much length of Harry's cock into mouth as I could. 

I have to admit, I loved it. Sucking this massive cock, pre-cum leaking from it while my wife sucked at my own cock, it was heavenly and I realised there and then that I wanted more, I wanted this big cock to abuse me, I wanted it to rip me open if necessary, to fuck my virgin ass. I couldn't believe my own thoughts; less than a day ago I would never have even entertained the thought of having sex with another man, but faced with this beautiful cock, all I wanted was to please it, to please Harry and be his male bitch. 

Looking up at Harry, I begged him to pleasure me with his cock. "Please fuck me, stick your cock up my ass."

Katie interrupted, "No way, he has my ass first. Harry's a real man and wants to fuck a real woman, isn't that right lover?"

"Oh yeah, I'm so gonna fuck your wife's ass," gasped Harry, motioning for Katie to move over me in a 69 position. I was then treated to one of the most horny sights I have ever witnessed; Katie's pussy was pressed against my mouth while I sucked at her clit, watching as Harry pushed the head of his bulbous cock against her tight little ass. His cock, wet with my own saliva, slid into her, causing her to groan in a mixture of pain and pleasure, her ass being violated for the first time. 

I wanted to reach up and grab Harry's ass, to help push him into my wife but the restraints stopped me. Katie moaned in pleasure as his length slid into her, pushing back against him, making me have to move to lick at her soaking wet pussy. 

"That's it lover, fuck my ass, push your massive cock inside me," Katie breathed, "Come on baby, fuck my ass, fill my tight hole with your thick spunk."

Harry began thrusting in and out of Katie's ass, his smooth balls rubbing against my face as he did so. 

"Lick his balls Scott, go on, coax his sperm into my ass," Katie said, looking at me between her legs, "That's right, be a good little bitch for us."

Katie had my cock back in her mouth and I could feel her groaning against it as Harry invaded her ass. I licked at his swollen balls, taking one and then the other into my mouth. Harry's cock was impaled deep in Katie's ass, he groaned in pleasure at the attention of my tongue.

"Fuck, you two are fucking dirty bastards," he gasped, "That's it boy, suck my balls, serve your black master."

Harry remained still for a few moments while I sucked on his sack and then began pounding into Katie's tight hole; I watched as his cock went in and out of her, licking at her soaking pussy and then at his balls as they dragged across my face. Katie had stopped sucking on my cock, her head was buried into my lap as she endured the hard fucking she was getting. 

"Go on Harry, fuck my wife's ass, fill her with that cock of yours," I egged him on, "Give her your cum, fuck it up her ass."

Katie's movements quickened and I knew she was about to have an orgasm. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, that's it babe, stick it in deep, fuck I'm coming!" Katie pushed backwards and down, getting all of Harry's length inside her and my tongue deep in her pussy. I could taste her juices as they flowed into my mouth; I sucked eagerly at her opening, wanting everything she had to offer, drinking up her pussy fluids. 

"Oh fuck, yeah, I'm gonna cum, take it you fucking bitch!" cried Harry, slamming his cock deep up my wife. His balls tightened and I knew that she was getting a full load of his spunk in her bowels. 

Katie moaned in pleasure, grinding her ass back against Harry's black cock, teasing every last drop of his cum out of him. Harry's cock began to soften and he pulled it slowly out of her, leaving her ass gaping wide. 

"Feed it to him Katie, make him eat your new boyfriend's cum out of your dirty ass." 

Harry moved and lay next to me, watching as Katie knelt up, repositioning her ass over my mouth. I delved into it with my tongue and was rewarded straight away with a mouthful of his thick cum. Katie pushed down onto me and I sucked at her gaping hole, sucking out and swallowing all of the musky tasting sperm from her ass. 

"Eat my ass," moaned Katie, "Clean my dirty ass of all his cum."

I could see that Katie and Harry were now snogging above me, I had definitely become the clean up boy, having not even had an orgasm myself. They seemed intent on just their own pleasure but I didn't care, I just wanted to get every last drop of Harry's creamy cum out of my wife's used hole. Harry was fingering her clit at the same time and Katie came again, I could feel her ass tensing against my tongue as the orgasm took her. 

"I'm coming again," she cried out, "Oh fuck, yeah, that's it babe, suck my ass, lick up his spunk!"

I did as I was told and slowly, Katie climbed off me, leaving me lying on my back with cum over my lips and smeared over my face. Leaning down, Katie kissed me and then licked around my mouth, clearing up the remains of Harry's fluids.

"Mmm, lucky boy, told you he tasted nice didn't I?" she said, smiling. 

I just lay back and watched as Harry kissed Katie again and then got off the bed. He started to get dressed and looked down at me.

"Sorry but you'll have to wait to get a piece of this," he said, tucking his cock into his underwear. "I've got to meet my girlfriend in an hour and I wanna save some for her."

Looking at me with a mischievous grin on her face, Katie made a suggestion, "Well, I'm sure you don't want to go to your girlfriend with a cock tasting of my ass? I'm sure Scott would be willing to clean you up...?"

Harry laughed, "Okay, may as well make the most of a willing mouth while I can," he said, undoing his jeans and pulling out his soft, but still large, cock. He knelt on the bed next to me and I opened my mouth as he fed his cock into it. I sucked and licked at him, tasting Katie's ass off him, he actually began to get hard again but pulled away.

"No way, that's it, I'm going," he said, doing up his trousers. "Want me to call you?" he said, addressing Katie. 

"Oh yes," she replied, "Scott needs to experience what I just did and I can't wait to see it."

"Okay, well I'll call you tomorrow," Harry replied and fixing himself, he left the room and I heard him go out the front door seconds later. 

Katie knelt over me, untying my hands. "Enjoy?" she said.

"You know I did," I replied, "You?"

Katie smiled down at me, "Loved it, but not as much as I'm gonna love watching Harry fuck your ass next time."



Cuckolded Again!



Cuckolded, Again! A Personal Exploration into Submission and Humiliation

My wife always has this way of making me feel totally inept and worthless when she wants to. I always ask her to give me a little time. I ask her to let me prepare a little. I try to tell her how difficult it is to go from typical working class schmuck to a whimpering, cuckold pansy at the drop of a hat. It isn't easy, and maybe that's what makes the humiliation all that much more poignant. Maybe, that's what gets her off.

She did just that last night. She'd been out visiting one of her lovers—a big, black guy named Louis. I was at home having a beer and watching the ball game. It was a good game, too. LSU was getting all they could handle from Arizona State.

That's when I heard the front door open. 

Right near the end of the fourth quarter, LSU was driving for the game winning score. "Shit," I hissed to no one in particular. My wife, Ann, was home, and she was going to want to talk about everything that happened to her that day. Normally, I would've been interested in hearing how her encounter went, but not at the end of a good ball game. I took another swig of my beer to help prepare myself for some serious frustration.

That's when I heard her soft, gentle laugh rise over the deep resinous voice of another man.

"Now what?" I growled to that same no one.

Ann's soft footfalls fell onto the hardwood floor of the living room. Heavier foot falls fell close behind as they came closer to the den, and my Saturday evening football game. They crossed through the threshold into the den hand in hand. I recognized Louis from Ann's pictures and videos. He stood close behind her, towering over her petite frame like a giant. 

They caught me completely off guard. I stood and offered my hand. "Hi," I said half-politely, "I'm Jim." 

Even if he wanted to, Ann never gave Louis the opportunity to shake my hand. She spun me around, nudging me toward the kitchen. "Go get a couple more of those beers, and bring them upstairs," she ordered matter-of-factly.

I reluctantly did as I was told. Knowing protest would accomplish nothing other than pissing me off even more, and the frustration of missing the end of my game left me a bit compliant. It was either that or start up a ruckus we would all regret. Besides, I had agreed to the terms of this relationship and therefore bound to uphold those terms. 

Ann turned back to Louis. Her hands slid around his waist. He pulled her in tight. His hands cupped her tight, little ass cheeks. They kissed deeply before leaving the room. I heard Ann's voice rise slightly as they walked out. "What are you waiting for? Get the beers, now."

I didn't even think she noticed me standing in the other doorway watching them kiss.

I heard Louis ask, "You always talk to him that way?"

"How else do you talk to a worthless …," her voice faded as they reached the stairway. I could only hear the sound of Louis' baritone laugh.

I reached into the fridge, grabbed three beers, and hesitantly headed upstairs. I took my time. I've never had much of a problem submitting to my wife, but to have another man witness or even take part in my humiliation was hard to stomach. Facing ridicule and scorn is tough, enough. Then, the thinking starts. You think about everything. Is this going to get out? Are your friends or her friends going to find out? And, the big question--Is your wife going to dump you for a superior male? After all, what kind of man would let another man make love to his wife, in his own home and in his own bed?

I answered those questions on my way upstairs. A submissive cuckold has no right to ask. His sole purpose is to serve his wife, and her lover if that was her desire. I resigned myself to what was to come. I had no choice.

The door to our bedroom was open. I walked in. Louis had Ann's cheeks in his hands holding her face gently. He kissed her passionately. Their mouths worked as their tongues explored and entwined. Louis' shirt was open and his shoes were already off. 

Louis began to kiss my wife around her ears and neck giving her the opportunity to glance over at me standing near the doorway holding the beers. "Put that stuff down, and sit over there." She pointed to the big dressing chair next to the dresser. "I want you to watch how a real man pleases a woman. Oh, and take your shorts off, bitch. I wanna see how your pathetic little dick looks compared to a real man's cock." She looked back into her lover's eyes. Their lips came together, again.

My skin turned deep red. Louis and Ann didn't seem to notice me. Dejected, I walked past them and put two of the beers on the nightstand. I dropped my shorts and took my place in the chair.

Ann's hands roved over his broad chest and down across his flat stomach. Her hands looked extraordinarily tiny and fair in contrast to his massive size and his deep brown skin. She stroked his sides while they continued to kiss romantically. He ran his fingers through her short auburn hair. Her hands drew back to settle on the clasp of Louis' slacks.

Deftly, Ann's tiny, white fingers worked their magic on Louis' pants' clasp. Then, they drew down the zipper in one smooth, experienced motion. Those delicate hands slid inside the waistband and around the big man's lower back. Soft lips brushed down the man's chin, neck and chest. Little hands pushed the trousers halfway down dark, muscular hips.

The big man continued to run his huge hands through my wife's hair as she kissed slowly down to his navel. Soon, her lips brushed affectionately below her lover's waistline to the top of his manhood as it strained at the fabric of the falling slacks. She pushed the fabric of the pants down a little further causing Louis' big dick to spring out like a lewd Jack-in-the-box. The pants fell to the floor. 

I've seen Louis naked before. Ann had taken several videos and pictures of the two together. Up until now, those pictures and videos had been the closest I had come to sharing in her sexual adventures since we had been a typical couple in the swinger's lifestyle. Seeing her and her lover in real life was even more awe inspiring than in the digital format. Somehow, in real life the true nature of the situation is far more meaningful. Fantasy becomes reality. Feelings become undeniably poignant and we're forced to face those feelings head on. It's like being run over by an emotional truck. Conflicting emotions compete for control. We're caught between those ideas of pride, dignity and manhood that we're taught since the cradle and a new found compulsion to please and to serve unconditionally.

I struggled to submit to my lesser desires. Giving up control is never easy.

My wife knelt before this ebony giant as he stepped out of his slacks. She took his thick cock up with her right hand to get access to his big, dark balls. His scrotum stretched and contracted as Ann sucked and nibbled the loose skin. Her delicate fingers curled only half of the way around her stud's thick tool. Her entire hand covered only one third of its length. The dark foreskin slid over then off the bulbous, deep purple head with each of Ann's leisurely strokes. A drop of precum glistened from the tip.

Enraptured, my beautiful wife licked upward, tickling the bottom of his manhood with the tip of her tongue. Her teasing caused Louis' cock to twitch urgently. At last, she reached the end of her man's knob. Pursing her lips, she kissed the tip, taking the precum into her mouth. Then, with her tongue she stabbed at the slit while she pumped the shaft forcing out every drop of the thick, clear liquid.

Finally, Ann looked up into the eyes of her lover, smiled enticingly and took his enormous cock into her mouth. That fat, dark man meat filled her mouth. She drove her head forward, allowing nearly half of its length to press into her throat. Her right hand continued to slowly stroke at the base of the shaft. Her left hand squeezed and caressed his firm butt cheeks. She pulled his ass forward, burying as much of Louis' huge cock in her mouth as she could. Then, her head would bob back up, allowing her to take in another breath through her nose before diving back down for more.

Louis shook his shirt from his broad shoulders. Muscles rippled in his arms and chest. His skin shimmered darkly. His hands held firmly but not forcefully to Ann's head, guiding it up and down his big cock.

Sometimes, whether welcomed or not, things take an unexpected turn. I was caught completely off guard when Louis looked up from Ann's ministrations. His eyes locked on to me. A wave of shame washed over me. I froze and stared straight ahead at Ann laboring on his giant cock, unable to look Louis directly in the eye.

"Damn," Louis commented, "That punk is really getting off watching you suck my dick." He sounded genuinely surprised. 

My little dick stood straight up. My embarrassment mingled brutally with my shame to tear at any remaining remnants of self-respect I may have had, or hoped to hang on to.

Ann stopped sucking just long enough to calmly say, "I told you so." Her mouth slid back onto the shining black rod.

Looking straight at me, Louis asked, "You a fag, boy?"

I could only shake my head.

"Bullshit, punk. If I told you to suck my cock, you'd suck it." He paused. "Wouldn't you, bitch?"

I shook my head, again, and said quietly but curtly, "Don't fuckin' think so."

My wife pulled away from her lover's pride once again. "Is that the way you talk to a man? Answer him properly." 

This time she did not immediately go back to her prize. She stared at me until I answered. 

"Yes, Ma'am," I stammered. Then, I looked up at Louis. The words weren't easy, but they came, none the less. "Yessir…If Ann wants me to suck you off…then I guess I'll have to."

"Damn, boy! You really are a punk." 

The words 'boy' and 'punk' stung. I cringed, suppressing my desire to defend my manhood, but the soft chuckle following his words was even more humiliating than the words themselves. I retreated further—not through fear or intimidation, but through an even more compelling desire to please my beautiful and deserving wife.

The lovers looked at each other and smiled. Ann said, "Go ahead. Do whatever you want. He's not a man. He'll do what you want, no questions asked." She looked back to me. "You will," she demanded, "obey Louis…no matter what." Her eyes sparkled in anticipation.

I nodded.

She went back to her cock sucking.

Louis looked back down at me. "Then, you are a faggot…Right?" He paused momentarily. "If you suck dick, you're a fag…Right, boy." 

I cringed, yet again!

He continued. "You'd suck a man's ass, too?" He didn't wait for an answer. He already knew the answer. "I want to see what a pussy you are, fag boy. "Get that dildo out of that nightstand."

Again, I was caught by surprise. 'How'd he know about her toys?' I thought. As far as I knew, he'd never before been to our home.

I stood.

"Did I tell you to stand up, punk?"

I froze.

"Crawl, you stupid bitch."

I dropped reluctantly to my hands and knees. My stomach was turning wildly. My skin was red and felt hot. I had trouble swallowing. Nervousness and humiliation nearly overwhelmed me. I crawled to the nightstand, opened the drawer and with trembling fingers pulled out one of Ann's slim, plastic vibrators.

"Not that one, pussy!" Louis seemed to be running out of patience. "Get that big dildo, mother fucker."

I put the vibrator back in the drawer, and took out the eight inch, black gel dildo. Looking back at the couple, I noticed that Ann was back to working on Louis' balls. His massive cock covered nearly half of her face from my view. She was almost completely lost in her man's genitals. 

Louis continued to run his big fingers through Ann's dark, red hair. 

I crawled back to my chair. After I sat back down, Louis ordered me to suck on the dildo. 

I stared.

"I told you to suck it, punk!"

I sucked.

"Yeah, I'll bet you're pretending that's my cock, ain't cha, fag?"

I could only nod since I already had a mouthful.

Ann stopped sucking to watch the show. They both sat on the foot of the bed. Ann was still fully dressed, but Louis pulled her short skirt up to massage her wet pussy through her thong. The dark stain of her juices, even against the dark material of her thong, was obvious.

The two whispered as I serviced the dildo. After a couple of nods and smiles, Ann finally had enough. "She looked up into Louis' eyes, and purred, "I need you, baby. I've had enough of that pathetic wimp. He's not worth it."

"Okay, Baby," he replied. Then, he turned back to me smiling and just shook his head, sapping my last drop of pride.

Ann nearly begged Louis to fuck her like a man. She told him how much she needed a real man. 

That was all Louis could take. He ripped her blouse off. Ann arched her back, and leaned back onto the bed. Big, dark hands cupped her ample breasts. With a single motion he popped the front clasp of her bra with just one hand. (I've always had trouble with two!) Ann's tits bounced as they fell free. He cupped them firmly and sucked frantically on her nipples.

Suddenly, I felt invisible. I abandoned the dildo, reaching out and dropping it on the nearby dresser.

In the meantime, Ann had kicked off her high heels, and was now squirming out of her skirt. Louis noticed that only a tiny thong separated him from his desire—my wife's hot, tight, little pussy. Ann raised her legs straight up in the air. He reached down and in a moment pulled her little g-string up and off her long, shapely legs. She was now naked, except for the dark, thigh-high stockings.

Without looking back, Louis flung the underwear in my direction. If I hadn't caught it, it would have hit me in the face. I immediately noticed that the crotch was nearly saturated with my wife's sweet juices. Reality hit home. I had never gotten her that wet that fast.

Louis lowered his body onto hers. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Her small, white hands ran across his dark skin. 

Ann was already moaning softly into his ear. They kissed and caressed each other passionately as they rolled back and forth across my bed. Finally, they settled down a little. He was on his hands and knees hovering above her as she lay on her back with her knees up and spread wide enough to allow Louis to kneel between them.

A huge, ebony hand cupped my beautiful wife's womanhood. In moments, his middle finger snaked into her sodden orifice. His hands seemed so big and dark against Ann's tiny, pink cunt. He fucked her hard with his middle finger. Ann groped for his manhood. She found it easily and stroked it rapidly. 

They bucked and rolled across the bed some more, back and forth, stimulating each other with skillful hands.

I marveled at the contrasts and the beauty of each of these lovers. My angelic wife was so small and fair. Her hazel eyes glistened with lust. Her light skin was flush with the pink glow of desire. She seemed to melt into Louis' big, dark body which radiated with power and strength.

They rolled and tossed each other across the bed. Arms and legs entwined wildly. Ann's moans were growing louder and more urgent. Hands groped and wandered frantically. Finally, Louis came back up onto his knees. His big hands scooped up Ann's little ass, raising her hips to meet his.

He held her butt cheeks in the palms of his hands about a foot above the bed. Her back arched. Her head and shoulders were buried in the pillows. 

His hips swirled and thrust slowly forward and back rubbing his genitals across hers until a glistening film of their copious juices glistened brightly in the light of the evening sun beaming through my bedroom window. 

Finally, she took his throbbing manhood into her slight hand and guided it to the entrance of her seething sex. Ann rubbed the head of Louis' big cock up and down the slit of her pussy. I never imagined how exciting this image could be. Her tiny, white hand pressed that huge, dark slab of meat against her petite crevasse until his hefty cockhead slowly parted her swollen pussy lips. Slowly, with each thrust, she guided him deeper inside of her. 

Her moans reminded me of how many times she talked about being completely filled by a huge cock. She sounded misty and distant when she described for me how it felt to have every nerve inside of her stimulated by the fullness of a real man's hard shaft. Then, she would always seem to drift off into relating how powerful and confident a black man was. She truly believed black men were superior lovers. By this time, she had me convinced of it, too. 

I wished beyond hope that I could please her the way Louis was pleasing her at that moment. 

Her pleasures made my little penis grow to dimensions still less than those of Louis' cock while still soft. I began to stroke myself as her pleasure increased. The football game was completely forgotten.

After several minutes of slow and gentle fucking Ann's pussy had opened enough to allow Louis to thrust in and out with little restraint. He leaned forward. His hands still supported her hips. Ann wrapped her arms around his neck. They kissed deeply as Louis thrust half of his mighty cock into her and then back out. The pace steadily quickened as he lowered her and rolled over onto his back. 

Without missing a beat, my wife now rode this man madly. She bounced up and down, and thrust forward and back bucking wildly. Looking over her shoulder, she shouted out to me. "You see what a real man can do? You see why I need a real man…a real…cock. Ooohhhh, fuck!" She turned back to her lover. "Show him how a man does it, Baby."

Louis pumped upward as Ann thrust downward. As his hips fell back to the bed, hers raised preparing for another thrust. I was amazed how she could so quickly take so much cock inside of her while so much remained without. I was amazed at how controlled their thrusts were; only allowing a relatively small portion of his massive manhood to enter.

Only a few minutes had passed, and Ann was approaching climax. Screams replaced moans. Ann's eyes were tightly closed. A bright flush rose up across her body and into her face. Ann got lost in the throes of orgasm. She screamed out Louis' name, and came in wave after wave of uncontrollable pleasure. 

At last, the screams died into gentle moans. 

They kissed again. Their tongues explored each other's mouths. Her arms still wrapped tightly around his neck. His hands cupped each of her little ass cheeks. His massive cock still pulsated inside of her. He lowered his feet to the floor, and then stood. The muscles in his legs and ass bulged as he easily lifted my enraptured wife. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms still clung tightly around his neck. Louis stepped forward until he pressed her slender back against the wall. She was totally immobilized. All she could manage was to bury her head into the nape of his neck. 

He pulled his hips back before thrusting powerfully inside her. Faster and faster he slammed his huge tool up into her drenched sex. She screamed in response. In minutes she was cresting on the waves of another orgasm. 

Suddenly, Louis swung around and dropped Ann to the bed. He fell onto her ravishing her tits. Ann was still rapt with her orgasm even though Louis' cock was no longer inside of her.

Louis then lifted Ann one more time, flipping her over onto her stomach. He pulled her hips back and up to meet his. With her head now buried in the bed covers, she reached back and guided her dusky lover's cock into her hot pussy. She rubbed the head up and down, spreading her juices. Then, she pushed back. Slowly, little by little that monster cock disappeared almost completely inside of my wife's still snug pussy.

Breathlessly, my radiant Mistress moaned and whispered, "Oh, Gawd…Take it...My pussy's yours."




Cuckolded Again!



Louis responded with utter abandon. Big, powerful hands held tightly to Ann's alabaster hips. Louis pulled her back until the entirety of his enormous cock was buried in her compliant sex. Slowly, his hips rolled all the way back until just the head rested on her vaginal lips. Then, he would quickly and forcefully press it home before the tiny hole had a chance to close. With my wife on her hands and knees, Louis could bury his entire length inside of her. Over and over he pulled all the way out before suddenly slamming his shaft back in until Ann's pussy was stretched enough to easily accept the enormity of a real man's cock.

This man had taken my wife for his own. She belonged to him. My heart dropped as my little dick pulsated with excitement. I knew I could not compete with this man, and my beautiful wife desired and deserved only the best. 

The pace began to quicken. They drove into each other fiercely. As Louis would thrust forward Ann would lunge her ass backward to take in all of his manhood,. Their skin slapped loudly as they came together with each thrust. Ann climbed quickly toward another orgasm. Just before she started to peak, she looked back toward me. I'm not sure why. Perhaps, she wanted to be sure I knew who was pleasing her. Perhaps, my humiliation helped to push her over the edge. Whatever the case, it was apparent that she experienced more erotic pleasure in that moment than I had been able to give her in fifteen years of marriage.

She turned away from me, now letting herself go completely. She screamed out Louis' name once more. She begged him to fuck her harder. She begged him to fuck her like she needed to be fucked until at last she came violently over and over.

They collapsed forward onto the bed. Louis lay atop of her. His cock was still hard and insistent, and still deep inside Ann's wet cunt. She lay flat on her stomach with Louis on top of her still pumping slowly. I could see his big balls and his dark cock buried between Ann's closed legs. Her ass and inner thighs were coated in their lubricants and shimmered in the dimming light. He straddled her legs as he slid his cock up and down slowly.

I could never fuck her in that position. My dick simply wasn't long enough. 

They stayed in that position for several minutes, until they rolled over. Louis' dick sprang out of my wife's pussy bouncing rudely. It was still rock hard and throbbing. They began to kiss. Their hands wandered over each other's bodies. Again, arms and legs entwined wildly. They rolled around in the heat of desire, burning with shared need. They tossed themselves faster and more frenzied in their passion.

Eventually, Louis sat up on the bed, his legs folded in front and under him. He sat on his heels. Ann squatted over him. Taking his big tool in her little hand, she guided it as her hips lowered. That massive organ slid effortlessly into her stretched pussy. Ann cooed lovingly as she lowered herself all the way down. Louis' hands held strongly onto her ass. She held onto his shoulders and leaned back.

I watched Ann's ass flex and roll forward and back for several minutes. Then, Louis raised his hips, stretched his legs out and laid back. Ann straddled his hips. Her feet were flat on the bed as she squatted on Louis' cock. Ann leaned forward to rest her hands on his powerful chest. Slowly, she began to ride that meat with perfect wantonness.

I watched as she pistoned her ass up and forward. Louis' cock and balls were shiny with her juices. Her ass and thighs glistened in those same juices. I wanted to be closer. I wanted to bury my face in the conjunction of the two lovers. But, all I could do was watch as Ann rode faster and faster. Her moans turned more frantic and closer together. 

Louis was also moaning. I could see his balls jumping and pulling up.

Ann slammed her pussy down on that big dick. She'd pull up, and then slam it back down, again. She engulfed every last inch of that massive joy stick.

In a hoarse voice, Louis whispered, "Yeah Baby…Gimme that pussy."

"It's yours, Baby." Ann's body was taut. Her eyes were tightly shut. "Yessss…Take it…Fuck me! Take your pussy…Yessss..." She nearly screamed the words.

Her words provoked him on. Louis threw her assertively onto her back. Their thrusts never diminished. He gave up control to his need to be fulfilled and drove aggressively into her. He pinned her to the bed. They held tightly to each other and fucked with abandon, lost in the lust they shared.

I couldn't believe how easily and gratefully she took that massive shaft inside of her. I couldn't believe how completely she gave herself over to him. It didn't seem real. My wife had given up all control and was once again about to cum in the arms of another man. She was once more about to come in the arms of a better, superior lover. I was happy for her as she let herself go to the sensual delirium they shared.

Strangely, it pleased me that Louis was about to empty his seed inside my gorgeous wife. 

Their bodies glistened with the sweat of raw, carnal need. They came together in the marriage of perfect masculine and feminine forms. They made love like souls lost in the rapture of pure, erotic pleasure. 

Louis thrust into my wife with a singleness of thought that could only be found in that magical place they shared. His balls drew up. His cock flexed and twitched wildly. He grasped Ann's ass cheeks with a grip of iron. Her flesh squeezed between his fingers in shades of white and pink. He pulled her in and bucked beneath her.

Screams of passion filled the room. Ann strained against the pulsating monster within her. Her own muscles flexed and pulled the powerful cock inside of her. She screamed as the first wave of pleasure washed over her. Then, the second. And, the third. Each wave went higher and further. She rode each, bucking and thrusting wildly beneath her lover.

Louis screamed out himself. He pulled Ann's little groin tightly against his own, holding her like a vice. Her pussy enveloped the entire length of his uncontrollably pulsating pole. Her clit pressed against his pelvic bone. His seed rose up. He froze, his muscles locked. Finally, he erupted inside my wife, filling her with his potent seed.

Ann felt Louis' cock explode deep within her body pushing her to the pinnacle of pleasure. One vast wave of Louis' seed drove violently into her womb. Then, another. And another. Burst after burst emptied into my wife as she rode up one giant tide of orgasm after another. 

Finally, the waves subsided into ever smaller waves until Ann collapsed into Louis' arms. They stayed in that position for several minutes, kissing intimately. Eventually, Ann rolled off of Louis and lay beside him. She looked over at me. "Your turn," she said. "Come here wimp."

Uncertain of my exact role, I edged up on the bed. I lowered my head to the junction of Ann's legs. Gingerly, I lightly kissed the top of Ann's damp pubic mound. 

Impatiently, Ann grabbed my head with both hands. "Goddammit, wimp! Act like you have balls for once in your life. You know what to do!" She pushed my face firmly into her dripping snatch. Their combined juices covered my face. Unable to breath, I hesitantly began to clean the man seed from around her lips as her hands held my face tightly against her muff. 

Quickly, the smells and tastes of their love overcame me. I began to eagerly feed on Louis' potent cum. Ann released my head as I moved from reluctant to eager cum slut. I licked all over careful not to miss any of their combined juices. I licked lower into her ass, cleaning any cum that had dripped down and tonguing her tight little ass as I went. 

I licked back to her still sodden pussy wrapping my moth around it and snaking my tongue within. Louis' cum flooded out into my mouth, but I continued to eat her until she reached orgasm again. This time, though, her orgasm didn't compare to the ones given to her by Louis, but I did what I could.

Eventually, she pushed me away. I started to retreat to my chair. Ann stopped me. "Where do you think you're going?"

I looked at her curiously. 

"You're not finished."

I began to stammer out something incoherent.

"You can't leave until you finish. Clean my lover."

"Oh, no," Louis protested. "I ain't no punk"

"I know," said Ann, "he is." With that, Ann grabbed me by the hair and viciously forced my face into Louis' groin. 

Louis made no real effort to resist. Neither did I. Soon, I was greedily licking every inch of his flaccid cock. I licked and sucked like a horny old queen, careful not to miss any part of this man's sex from the tip of his foreskin to the base of his ball sack. I licked and sucked his hardening cock like a true slut.

Soon, he was fully hard, again. He pushed me aside, and rolled over atop my wife. His huge shaft easily slid into her cunt as I went back to my chair, took my own little dick in my hand and stroked until I came all over the floor.

Ann and Louis had forgotten that I even existed. They fucked like young lovers for the rest of the night while I sat neglected in my chair except for the rare times they required a drink or a snack. I served happily, eager for the next opportunity for clean up duties.



Cuckolded and Loving It



Angie and I were ready to celebrate of fifteenth anniversary. As Ange was my second wife I felt that it deserved something special being married that long. I told her we should leave town and she could pick the place we would go. She picked a very expensive resort in the mountains, telling me she heard it was romantic and she had been told a lot about it.

My wife was right as usual, the place was beautiful with lush grounds and posh rooms with big lanais which I noticed were shared by two rooms. Before getting unpacked, we noticed our neighbors were sitting out in the lanai enjoying a cocktail. We went out to meet a man and his wife who looked to be about our age. After introducing themselves, they asked us to join them in a drink. Jack and Mary as their names turned out to be said they had been here many times and knew we would enjoy ourselves. I sat next to Jack as Mary insisted on helping Angie unpack. Jack had his feet on the railing, looking over to me he said, "Lance, I'm telling you this is the life, just wait until you watch the sunset out here, it's like no place else in the world."

Our one drink turned into two, then the girls came back out, and we had two more. After watching that fabulous sunset Jack had talked about, our neighbors invited us to dinner but Angie declined saying we had things to do before dinner and she didn't want to make them wait for us. We went in and showered together with me washing Angie from head to toe and finishing with me sitting on the shower floor with Angie's pussy in my face. My wife was in a frenzy she grabbed my hair with both hands holding my head steady as she rubbed her cunt up and down my face. I lost count of how many orgasms she had but she finally pulled my head away saying she couldn't take anymore. Ange said she was too unsteady to take care of me and I would have to do myself, getting out of the shower and leaving me to my own devices. It didn't take me too long to make myself cum, and then I washed my face and turned the water off.

We had a wonderful dinner with two bottles of wine along with the two cocktails I had before we ate. We then went to the bar where I proceeded to get plastered. I have no idea how we got home or what time we left the bar but I do know my wife was pissed.

I awoke in the morning with my head aching and my eyes burning. Still dressed in my clothes I got up and woozily got to the bathroom just in time to throw up. When I came out I heard my wife talking to someone on the lanai, I walked to the door to say hi but stopped when I heard my wife telling someone how much of a lousy lover I was. Then I heard Jack telling Angie how much he would like to show her what he could do for her. I was pissed and I was ready to go out there and kick his ass when I heard my wife say,

"Oh yeah I would like that but I better not I would end up feeling guilty."

The talking stopped and I sneaked a peek outside to see what was happening. Jack was kissing Angie and she had her arms around him kissing back. My cock got hard as a rock as I watched this man making out with my wife. I knew I should be mad, and I was but I was turned on more. I heard Angie say she had better go check on me, so I dove back into bed feinting sleep. She came in, rubbed my cheek and tussled my hair, then went back to the lanai.

I lay there thinking about my first wife. I thought we had been happy but when I caught her sleeping with another man I packed up and left. After separating, I would lie in bed, fantasizing about watching her with this man, and then jack off. The problem was my pride would not let me accept being my wife's cuckold and we ended in divorce. Here I was thinking these thought again, I began to rub my dick as thoughts of Jack, and Angie went through my head.

Angie came back into our room, she sat beside me, and I sat up and began to kiss the nape of her neck. I could tell she was already aroused and when she reached for my cock, she seemed surprised to find it hard.

"Angie I was spying on you and Jack on the patio."

"Oh Lance I'm so sorry, but believe me we didn't do anything. I stopped it before it got out of hand."

"But Angie, what I'm trying to tell you is that it turned me on, I was lying here fantasying about you two when you came back inside."

She began to rub my cock and as she looked me in the eye, she said,

"You're saying you want me to make love to Jack, You're saying it turns you on to think of Jack looking at my naked body and having his way with me."

"Yes dear, more than anything."

"Well that makes two of us then, come you can help me get ready."

She put me to work; I shaved her body for her and then washed her in the shower as she leaned against the wall rubbing her pussy. Next, I dried her off and then she had me paint her toenails as she continued to rub her pussy. I helped her put on her sexy underwear that she had brought here for me. She put on her little black dress and her black high-heeled pumps. I asked her about Jack's wife and she told me that she had to go back to town and Jack was now here alone. As she walked out the door, she told me not to wait up.

As soon as she was out the door, my anxiety returned to me, I knew our marriage would never be the same. Yet I was still so turned on I had to jack off and even after I had cum I found it arousing to think of my wife fucking another man. Somehow, I finally fell asleep; I know this because I awoke to something wet on my face and my wife talking to me.

"Hello my little cuckold I hope you have been dreaming of me."

I realized see was rubbing my face with her panties,

"Can you taste Jack; my panties are full of his cum." 

Next, she pulled her panties off my face and replaced it with her pussy, letting her dress fall over my head. My humiliation was now complete I was cleaning my wife's lovers cum from her cunt. Angie picked up her dress to watch me eat my first cream pie.

"Look at your little dick grow, you like cleaning up after my lover don't you?"

She held her pussy off my face waiting for my answer, "Yes dear" was all I could say as I tried to get my tongue back inside her wet cunt. She reached back and took a hold of my cock; I instantly came in her hand. She spread my ejaculate around my face as I cleaned her lover's spunk. 

Since that fateful night, I have become nothing a pussy whipped cuckold for my wife. As I sink further and further into degradation my wife has become the dominate force in my life. Although she still sees Jack, she has found two new lovers at her work. She tells me that she brags to everyone at her work about how pussy whipped I am and now she is going to have a party and invite everyone from both our jobs to show me off. My next humiliation will be a trip to the local sex shop where my wife will pick out a cock cage for me to wear. I told my wife I would not do it but she just laughed at me and then said,

"We both know you will do whatever I tell you to do."

And you know what, she is right. 



Cuckolded Asian Hubby



Author's Note: This story is based on 'Debbie's Cuckold' by Cuckytoher. 

*****

My feelings about being a cuckold started when I had been married to my beautiful strong-willed wife Kavita for just two months. She was a virgin when I married her, but it became clear soon that she had a strong appetite for sex.

One evening Kavita was sitting on the bed, and we had just finished having sex. As usual, I had shot my load in about thirty seconds. 

"How come the guys in the movies always seem to take forever to come?" she asked. It's my fault; I was the one who first got her to watch porn movies. I got a kick out of her watching well-hung white men fucking eager Asian girls just like her.

"Honey, those guys do it for a living. Besides, they are in much better shape than I am," I admitted. Of course, that was not news to her. She looked up and down my very slight body with a look of frustration and disapproval on her face.

I learned to get her off with my fingers and my tongue. I also bought her a vibrator. She seemed to like it, but clearly something was missing.

That's how I started fantasizing about finding a real man to fuck her. These days, Derek gives her all the action she can handle. 

Derek is my wife's lover and my boss. I have to say I'm not exactly sure how I got to this point. I had talked to several people on the internet about it. That's where I met Derek.

Derek is a rich white guy who owns an tech firm based in northern California. He was very good looking and well-hung, or so he said. I showed him some photos of my wife and he was very interested. In the course of our discussions I mentioned that I was looking for a job. One thing led to another and he offered to put me on his payroll. That's when Kavita and I first moved to California. 

Once Derek hired me things went fine for awhile. He asked me if I was really serious about my wife and another man cuckolding me. I told him I was. He said he had always wanted to fuck an Indian girl so he was looking forward to meeting Kavita. My heartbeat quickened when I heard that.

Derek wasn't around much since he traveled a lot. He came to work only when he was in town, which was probably a week every month. One of the first times Derek met me after I started work, he said he'd like to get together with my wife and I for dinner at our house. I said I would set it up.

That first dinner went fine. Kavita cooked a nice meal, clearly trying to impress my new boss. Derek was the perfect guest, very appreciative of my wife's cooking. Kavita looked gorgeous in a short sleeveless dress that showcased her long raven hair, firm breasts, round ass and shapely legs.

I was a bit worried about how my conservative wife would get along with Derek. As it turned out, I needn't have worried at all. Derek was tall, well-built and funny. My wife was laughing at all his jokes and she seemed very drawn to his striking good looks and his commanding personality. 

After dinner I cleaned up and did the dishes. They retired to the living room to continue drinking wine. It was then that Derek said, "So you two don't have any children? Must leave plenty of room for sex." He had a sly grin on his face. My wife shrugged her shoulders.

He explained how sex was always exciting for him. "You know I travel a lot. I like to have a woman in each town I visit." he said. "That way, it never gets boring.".

I pretended to be busy with the dishes, but I could hear them very well.

"You must be kidding." Kavita was incredulous. "Surely you can't sleep around forever. Sooner or later, one of them will want to marry you, being the rich bachelor that you are."

"Oh, they are all married already, so that won't be a problem." Kavita seemed curious and asked what he meant.

"Well, the guys that these women are married to, they are real wimps. They can't keep their wives satisfied even if their life depended on it. So you see, I am doing them both a favor by fucking these women."

Kavita was speechless, so Derek continued. "Just last week, I was visiting this guy who had this fantasy about me fucking his wife in front of him while the two of us made fun of him and humiliated him. Don't get me wrong, we all agreed and it was all consensual. It's not like I want to steal his wife or anything. He got what he wanted, I got to fuck a beautiful lady, and she got to experience a thick 8 inch cock for the first time in her life." Kavita gasped when she heard the last part.

After Derek left that first night, Kavita was incredibly horny as I fingered her to orgasm. That's all I usually did anyway.

Two months into my new job Derek said he needed me to go to Boston for a meeting for three days. I packed my bags and kissed Kavita goodbye and headed off. Once in my hotel I met a couple of other guys from our office and asked where Derek was. They told me he wasn't attending the meeting, but he was on vacation for three days. I was surprised. I picked up the phone and called Kavita.

"Oh hi honey, can you hang on?" Click. Like I had any choice.

"Okay I'm back, that was Derek on the other line. He told me he's in town this weekend. He knew that you were out of town and asked if I'd like to join him for dinner." My heart sank. How could this be?

"What did you tell him?" I asked liked I needed to hear her answer.

"I told him I'd be glad to join him. He's staying at a resort hotel about an hour away so I'm meeting him there for dinner. Well honey I've got to get going. I love you." Click.

My heart sank lower. What the hell was going on? That whole evening I spent pacing my hotel room. Finally at ten O'clock I called our house. No answer. I called each half hour until finally at one O'clock in the morning she picked up.

"Huh, Hello."

"Kavita, it's me. Where the hell are you? I've been calling home for hours."

"Oh, hi honey. Well I had a bit too much to drink so Derek didn't want me to drive. He offered to get me a room. Unfortunately they were all out of rooms. But Derek has a suite and he's letting me stay in the extra room."

"You mean you're sleeping in the same room with him?"

"No honey just in the same suite. He's got his room and I've got mine."

I was speechless. What the hell was going on?

"Honey, it's fine. I'm a big girl and I'll be fine. I'll talk to you tomorrow." Click went the phone.

I was pissed. The next three days I couldn't keep my mind on anything. Especially after I received a call the next day and it was Kavita telling me that Derek had invited her to stay the whole three days. Kavita stopped working after I started working for Derek, so she had ample time on her hands. Derek's paying me enough so Kavita no longer needs to work.

When I got home that Friday night, aside from being extremely horny I was curious to see how Kavita was. She related her whole three days with Derek. I noticed a special enthusiasm in her voice when she talked about Derek. I finally had to ask.

"Honey, you didn't uh, uh."

"What?"

"You didn't sleep with him, did you?" I was expecting her to say absolutely not.

"Would you like it if I had?" She said with a sly grin.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh honey, you heard what Derek said that night at dinner, right? Derek told me all about how you like that kind of thing. Now would it excite you if I slept with him?"

"I suppose so. But did you?"

"No. Derek and I talked about it a lot. And we decided that if we're going to do this, then all three of us need to be in agreement before it starts. Now if you tell me that's what you want, then it will happen but I have to be absolutely sure that this is what you want. Derek says there's no turning back once we start."

"I understand."

"Is this what you want?" Kavita said smiling like the cat that ate the canary.

"Yes."

"Good. Derek told me to call him over then." She seemed relieved that I agreed. She called Derek excitedly, and went to the bathroom to freshen her makeup.

"Anand, you are my favorite kind of employee." Derek said as he came in. I knew he just wanted to rub in the fact that not only was he my boss but that he was about to fuck my wife and cuckold me for good.

"Now, here are some ground rules for you, Anand." He took out a list that he had printed out, and started reading out slowly. Kavita watched me with interest as he read it. It seemed like this had all been worked out by the two of them.

"1. You will always address me as Sir.

2. You will always address Kavita as Dear.

3. When I am here, this will be my house and Kavita will be my property. You will merely be a guest and therefore you will sleep in the guest room.

4. Whenever I visit, you will be responsible for all cooking, cleaning, laundry, and all household chores for both Kavita and me."

"Are these terms agreeable?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but I also noticed that I had a full erection. Without realizing it, I responded "Yes sir."

"Fine. Now Kavita and I haven't slept together yet. However we will tonight. You will be allowed to be present on one condition. We want you to be our servant boy. We want you to wait outside the bedroom and come in only when we call you. Does that sound agreeable?"

"Yes, sir." What the hell was I saying? How could I let myself be talked into this? Actually deep down inside I knew it's what I've always wanted.

"Fine, then you better go to the bedroom and make sure that the bed is made and the sheets are clean. Oh and one other thing, I want you to throw out all your underwear and buy panties instead. I want you to wear girly panties at all times, just to remind you that you are not man enough to keep your wife satisfied."

"For today, you can wear a pair of Kavita's panties." he continued. Kavita laughed when she heard that. I turned red with shame. 

Kavita got a pair of panties from her lingerie drawer and handed them to me. They were white satin ones with a pink floral print on them. 

"You will look cute in them," she grinned. 

"Yes dear." I said.

I went to the bedroom, removed my clothes, and put on the panties. Although I was fully hard, my cock fit comfortable in the snug satin panties. I changed the sheets on the bed, and put on a pink satin sheet set that we had got as a wedding present but never used. I couldn't believe that I was making the bed for my wife to get fucked in. 

That first night with Derek in our house went as well as I had ever fantasized. Derek and Kavita took their time as they put me through my paces. They laughed and made fun of me as I served them dinner. They made me stand at attention and wait on them during the entire dinner, clad only in the skimpy panties.

After dinner Derek started making out with Kavita on the couch. I was in the kitchen doing dishes, but I could see them out of the corner of my eye. Kavita was giggling and squealing in delight as Derek's hands roamed all over her body.

After I finished cleaning up, they went to the bedroom. I was not allowed to watch them inside the room. I had to wait outside. But they left the door ajar, and I could hear every sound. Kavita giggled and moaned the whole time.

It took nearly half an hour of loud cries from my wife before she had a shattering climax and soon after that Derek groaned. Imagined him filling her with his seed. I thought I would be called in after it went quiet, but I was kept waiting outside for another half hour.

"Anand, get in here.," I heard from Derek finally. As I walked in I saw the two of them lying in bed naked. There was a strong smell of sex and sweat in the room. Kavita was resting her head on Derek's broad hairy chest and caressing his muscular shoulders and biceps. She had the contented look of a well-fucked woman. A sudden feeling of inadequacy swept over me. 

Kavita's legs were spread a little, and I could see a pool of white cum between her legs. Derek's thick cock stood out clearly, glistening with Kavita's cunt juices. Even when soft, his cock was thicker and longer than mine was when hard. When Derek caught sight of me in the girly panties he laughed out loud, and my wife joined in with him.

"Wipe your wife's pussy clean," Derek ordered me. 

"Yes, sir, " I said. Kavita giggled and spread her legs.

I went to the bathroom to get some tissues, and used it to wipe her pussy and thighs. It was dripping with Derek's cum which was running down her legs.

"Now lick my dick clean," ordered Derek.

I gasped when I heard that, but I was not about to argue. 

"Yes, sir," I said obediently. I picked up his cock and started licking it, starting with the circumcised head, down along the shaft and down to his balls. I could taste the residue of his cum and Kavita's cunt juices.

"See what a sissy your husband is?" Derek asked Kavita as I continued licking. Kavita giggled and nodded in agreement.

I cleaned up. Although I had never tasted another man's cum, I have to admit it felt like a very natural thing for me to do. After all, he had just pleasured my wife with the same cock that I was kissing and licking submissively.

"Now look what you have done," Kavita chided, when she saw that my licking had made Derek erect again. 

Derek made me stand up and take my little brown cock out of my panties. It looked tiny compared to his huge white cock which seemed about to burst.

"Measure it," he said.

I got a tape measure from the dresser and reluctantly measured the size of my cock. "4 inches long and 3 inches around, sir" I said sheepishly. They both laughed as if I told them a joke. 

Derek made me crawl between Kavita's legs and start licking her pussy. He ordered me to hump her leg as I did it. They laughed harder as I humped her leg and licked her pussy. After about three humps I felt myself explode and came all over her leg.

"See, I told you he doesn't even last one minute," Kavita said to Derek. 

"Now clean that up!" Derek said.

I wiped my cum off her leg. Derek ordered me to stand up. My cock had gone soft and had shriveled up into a tiny ball. He smirked and threw me the tape again. 

"Let's get a measurement when you're soft," he said.

I took the tape and measured. "1 inch long and 2 inches around, sir" I said. They both roared with laughter. 

"Now measure my dick." Derek ordered.

I reached over gingerly and measured his ample organ. I couldn't believe how thick and strong it felt in my trembling hands. "8 inches long and 6 inches around, sir." I said. Kavita was grinning from ear to ear watching me handle his cock reverently. 

Derek ordered me to stand next to the bed naked with my panties around my ankles. He told me to place both my hands placed on top of my head, to make sure that I don't touch myself. 

I stood helplessly as Derek kissed my wife passionately on her lips. He explored her mouth deeply with his tongue and kneaded her breasts firmly with his large hands. He then spread Kavita's legs and entered her pussy inch by inch as I watched incredulously. Kavita gasped as she felt her pussy being stretched fully for the second time that day.

Because he had already come once it seemed to take him forever to cum. I watched jealously as he pounded my eager wife, switching positions a few times, and making her scream with pleasure as she came repeatedly.

After Derek left the night that he fucked her for the first time, she came into the room with a huge smile on her face, and sat on the bed beside me.

"I feel like a real woman tonight," she said proudly. "I can't wait for Derek to come back." She pulled away the bedclothes to reveal my involuntary erection.

"I see you have enjoyed seeing me with a real man," she laughed. 

"Can I please make love to you?" I asked pathetically.

"No," she replied emphatically. "Derek has said that you won't ever be fucking me again, but I will give you a hand job."

Kavita got me to sit on the bed and took my erect dick in her hand.

"Anand, you have such a cute cock," she told me. "Derek's is so much thicker and longer than yours, but you have a nice little one too!" 

These humiliating words made sure I came almost immediately, to my wife's amusement.

The next day Kavita took me to a lingerie store and bought me a dozen panties for me to wear, in different styles, including lacy, satin bikini briefs and skimpy thongs. I started wearing them everyday, even to work under my work clothes. It was a constant reminder of my cuckold status.

"You know that he doesn't get to fuck you any more, right?" Derek said to my wife the next time he was visiting.

"Yes Derek," Kavita answered submissively. "I have told him that I will only give him hand jobs."

"No!," stormed Derek. "I don't want you touching his little dick at all. I will let him hump your leg when I come over."

Kavita laughed and agreed.

Derek didn't stay the night, and after he left I spoke to my wife.

"You have changed," I told her. "I didn't think it was going to be like this, with you laughing at me and letting me be humiliated this much."

"Well, after being with Derek and talking to him, I have decided that I can obey only one man, and you know that Derek comes first."

"Yes, dear," I said.

"It will do you good to have some self-discipline," she grinned. 

Over the next couple of months, Kavita became increasingly cruel. She started dressing and acting sexier at home. She made my frustration worse by wearing little or nothing around the house. She knew the effect it had on me, but I was powerless to even touch her. 

Before Derek's visits, she would ask me to pick out her clothes, and make me watch her doll herself up. Sometimes she would call me into the bath to shampoo her hair or shave her legs. Although it made me intensely jealous, I loved to watch her get her whole body ready for her virile lover to enjoy.

When Derek came over, he would often add to my frustration by making out with her and undressing her right in front of me. They would leisurely make love in our marital bed as I waited on them patiently. After they have had their fun, Derek will let me hump Kavita's legs or feet. With my pent-up frustration, I would of course come immediately, and both of them would laugh at my lack of control. Sometimes he would also let me lick Kavita's pussy, but other than that I had no access to her.

Derek also asked me to keep my pubic area, underarms and legs shaved, just like a proper sissy. Sometimes he would make me dress up like a maid, in stockings and a short dress. My job was to serve them drinks and snacks after they make love. I changed the soiled sheets on the bed, and put new sheets on for their next session. Sometimes Derek will ask me to suck his cock, to get him hard again for another round. My wife seemed like she could not get enough of Derek's cock. 

That first night seems like years ago although it's been just under a year since it all started. Derek has made it known to certain people at work exactly what our relationship is and when he sends me out of town on business, I get all kinds of winks and nudges. They all know that Derek will spend that time fucking my wife. Like it would matter if I was in town!

We have settled into a lifestyle that works for all of us. Kavita gets all the cock she needs and has become Derek's little plaything, but she also has a devoted husband in me. I know that my wife is happy because a real man is servicing her and providing her with something I never can. Derek has a devoted employee and servant and a horny Indian girl to enjoy whenever he wanted.

When Derek is in town, he often stays over at our house. Kavita has become his mistress when he is in town. My time is spent cooking, cleaning, and waiting on the two of them. They in turn go to movies, concerts and clubs. Sometimes I am their chauffeur, but most of the time they go by themselves. Many people think Derek and Kavita are a married couple. They act it many times even in public, kissing and cuddling even when I am tagging along with them.




Cuckolded Asian Hubby



When Derek is not visiting, Kavita spends much of her time at the gym or at the salon, keeping herself looking good for Derek. I take care of most of the chores at home. 

Sometimes Derek takes her with him on vacations or for business trips. She comes back with stories of flying first-class and staying at posh resorts, and making love to Derek till late in the night. I get to unpack her bags when she returns from their trips, and do her laundry while she recovers from her trip. I can smell Derek in her clothes, especially in her panties are soaked with her juices and his cum.

I know most men would not or could not stand for such a thing. But you see, if you're a cuckold, you know in your heart that you can't please your wife with your little cock, that you are not a real man and that's what she needs. You know that your place is at her feet and the feet of her lover. 

As for me, it has been one of the most exciting and liberating times of my life. I know what I am. I am Kavita's cuckold and always will be. My life is to serve her and Derek.



Cuckolded at Last



I always knew that my wife was disappointed the first time she saw me naked. I don't have a tiny penis but it is smaller than average and, as I found out later, the smallest penis she ever had. What made it even worse I guess is to know she was also disappointed in how I fucked her. I came quickly. It was not what she was used to. 

Her previous man had a big thick cock and could fuck her for a long time and often cum more than once. She told me how he fucked her at least twice per day, how he stretched her, and I knew that while she did not miss him, she did miss the feeling of a real man fucking her, filling her up. 

As our relationship grew, it became apparent to both of us that she was the head of the household and that I was not just to be an obedient husband but also her slave and service man, her toy, her servant. It took us a while to both get to that point where we both could accept what we needed, but with patience and love we got there. 

Today both of us are happy and secure in our relationship and know nothing will ever come between us. Her confidence in this started to make her more adventuresome a few months ago as well as more and more controlling of me, especially my cock and my orgasm. 

She had stopped sucking my cock about six months ago, but a few months after that she put great restrictions on my cumming. In fact, I cum maybe twice per month, if that and when I do I am required to slurp up my cum for her. Sometimes from her cunt. Sometimes from her ass and sometimes from a silver bowl she bought for me. 

About a month ago, I noticed things changing. It was hard to put a finger on I guess but it seemed like something was different about her. First of all, she stopped letting me see her naked as much as I used to. She didn't say anything really but I noticed she would order me out of the room when she dressed and undressed. She wore nighties to bed and would only let me see that part of her I was servicing, nothing more. 

She also started going out more frequently with girl friends, but once in a while she went out without telling me if she was going alone or with anyone. One thing though, when she went out, she would have me help her get ready. I would bathe her, rub her body with creams or oils, choose her perfume, and she dressed in a manner that while not slutty was very sexy. Push up bras, short skirts, and I did notice for sure that when I helped her dress she never wore panties anymore when she went out. 

I knew she was not seeing a man because she promised she would tell me if she were and I trust her. But I do think she wasn't shy about talking to them and flirting with them. 

One morning she told me that she had been going to a club on and off where there was dancing and that she did enjoy dancing with other men. She said it turned her on to get sweaty with men who knew how to dance (I don't) and that to her seemed to find her very sexy. 

I asked her if she saw some of the same men there and danced with them. She smiled but said nothing more than,"Tonight, my husband, you will see for yourself. I am going dancing and you will pretend you don't know me." 

It was Saturday so we had breakfast together and over breakfast she told me that not only had she been enjoying her dancing with men, she said that sometimes they danced very close, so close she could feel their cocks grow against her belly. 

She also told me that she had been chatting on line with a man she met at a conference. I was a little taken aback because I didn't know that but she would have none of my whining. 

She said, "If I told you I was chatting with him you would have gotten all worked up and I wasn't sure about him, so I waited." Then she smiled at me and added. "I am sure now." 

"Sure of what," I whispered. 

"I am sure I want to fuck him," my wife said matter of factly. " I like him, but would never fall in love with him and he sent me pictures of his cock and, well...it makes yours laughable, to be honest sweet heart." 

I lowered my head and said nothing. 

"Anyway, she went on. "I told him about us, about you, about how I need to be fucked long and hard." 

I nodded, waiting. 

My wife put on a devilish smile. "And I told him how much I miss sucking a real cock and how I don't even bother with yours anymore." 

"Yes," I said. "I understand." 

"I have more to tell you sweet heart." 

I nodded again. 

"I had lunch with him the other day and to make along story short, by the time we were done, my pussy was wet. I knew right away I wanted his cock inside of me." 

"Oh," I said. "You didn't tell me that because..." 

"Because I had to be sure, sweet heart" 

We got up and went to the living room. She sat down, spread her legs and lifted her robe and told me to suck her gently while she told me more. 

While I licked and sucked her clit, she told me that tonight he would be meeting her at the club and dancing with her while I watched. "I will fuck him afterward," she said. "And you will watch. Is that clear?" 

"Yes Goddess," I said. "Very." 

"There's more." 

"Yes.: 

He has shown me his medical files that prove he is clean and has had a vasectomy, so I will be letting him cum inside of me." 

I gulped. "Yes Goddess." 

.... 

That night I bathed my wife and helped her get ready. She had bought a new black dress, scoop necked and very short. She also bought nylons and a garter and had me put them on for her. As we drove to the club, she mentioned how long it had been since she had had a real man to fuck. She said that several times as if to make sure I knew how badly she need a big thick cock. 

At the club she went in first and I followed ten minutes later. I had to look for a while to find her and when I did, my eyes widened. She was sitting at a table in the corner with a very tall, fit, black man. He was very handsome and I could tell she was taken with him. She was leaning into him talking in his ear when I sat down at the bar. 

I ordered a drink and then turned at the moment he leaned into kiss her. It was a soft yet lingering kiss and I noticed that one of his hands appeared to be under the table, though I couldn't really see what he was doing. Until I saw her jump a little and close her eyes. I took a long drink while I watched him finger her cunt right there in the club. 

Over the course of the evening I had to watch them dance. He was very good and much of their dancing is what I would call normal dancing, but once in a while, when the music slowed, they got up against each other, grinding each other, his cock against her bare pussy. 

When they did that, his hand would lower to her ass and pull her in. A few times her dress climbed and I could see her garters and a bit of her ass. She didn't seem to mind, even though typically she would have been nervous about that. 

As the evening went on they stopped dancing and just spent time in the corner talking and kissing. I was hard most of the night watching them, but I actually moaned out loud when I saw my wife reach under the table. I couldn't see anything but I could tell by the motion of her arm that she was stroking him. It only took a few minutes after that for him to ask for the bill. 

It was then that she waved me over. I walked slowly, unsure of what would happen. 

She introduced me to Jim and Jim smiled and said Hello. Then she said to Jim, "Tell him." 

Jim shook my hand and then informed me that I would be driving them back to our place and that he was going to fuck my wife tonight while I watched. "Do you have a problem with that?" 

"No," I said. 

"No what?" My wife said. 

"No..Sir," I stammered. 

"Good." They both said that in unison. 

My memory of the drive home is a bit hazy. I do remember they sat in the back of our car and made out all the way home. My wife was topless by the time I pulled into the drive way. 

I opened the door for them and followed them inside. 

My wife led Jim into the living room and told me to fetch them some wine. It took me awhile to do that but by the time I did and returned to the living room, I knew my wife wouldn't be thinking too much about me for some time. The reason why was there for both of us to see: Jim's huge thick cock was in her mouth and she was licking him and sucking him like nobody's business. 

She looked up at me and took his cock out of her mouth and whispered to me, "Now, this is a real cock isn't it sweet heart?" 

I nodded, amazed at how hard and big he was and I was hard from seeing his black cock in her mouth and how she moaned when she licked it and sucked it. 

My wife stopped after a while and ordered me to undress her. I slipped her dress over her head and then stepped back to watch her mount him. It was unbelievable to see his huge cock stretch her cunt wide open as she lowered herself on him. 

She fucked him slowly at first to get used to his size but then she couldn't help herself. She began riding him hard and fast while he sucked her nipples. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open with pleasure. 

They fucked for a long time on the couch before she finally led him to the bedroom. I made to follow, but she told me to wait by the bedroom door. "You have seen enough this time sweet heart but you can listen/" 

She made me strip naked in the hallway and then asked Jim what he thought of my cock. He just laughed and walked in the bedroom while I stood there red faced and unable to stop myself from stroking my hard cock. 

My wife kissed me and closed the door, leaving it open just a crack. "You stay here/" 

And stay there I did. For nearly two hours I had to listen to them fuck and moan. I heard her beg him to fuck her harder. I heard her slurp all over his cock, and finally I heard her ask him to fuck her ass, which he must have done for at least 20 minutes before I heard him shout that he was cumming. 

"Fill my ass with your cum," my wife shouted. 

I couldn't believe my ears. 

"Please cum in my asshole," my wife screamed. "God it feels so good." 

And that's exactly what he did. Things went quiet for a few moments and then I heard my wife call me. "Come here, " she said. 

I entered the room to see that, unbelievably, Jim's cock was still hard. 

"Lay down on your back>" 

"Yes Goddess." 

I did as she said and shivered as she climbed on top of me and lowered her ass down on my mouth. "Now drink his cum," she whispered. She didn't wait for a response. She just took Jim's cock in her mouth and sucked him while his cum dripped into my open mouth. 

Then she fucked her pussy against my face while she sucked him and he orgasmed again, right in her mouth. 

"God," she said. " That was good, so good." 

Later after Jim left, my wife told me that she couldn't believe how incredible it felt to have a real man fuck her and how much she had missed sucking cock. "You do realize sweetheart that he is going to fuck me again, don't you?" 

"Yes, of course Goddess." 

"Good, now suck my pussy so I can come so more." 

And that is exactly what I did, happily. 



Cuckolded at the Gym



My girlfriend Marianne's new lover Thomas owns a gym in our town that we both used to frequent. That's where she met Thomas. Marianne is a high powered lawyer in town and I felt blessed and lucky to meet her and date her after my divorce. Marianne was actually the attorney for my divorce so she knew all the dirty little secrets that dissolved my marriage. She knew for example that my wife had left me for several reasons listed in the divorce action. Sexual incompatibility, namely my obsession with cuckolding was the major one. My ex-wife had filed and listed all the dirty details. I hired Marianne thinking that I'd have a better chance in front of a lawyer with a female judge.

Marianne was the quintessential professional and she represented me with a stellar performance. She has a body to die for, with long black hair, 38DD cup breasts, legs that never end and calves that are witness to her days at the gym. We spent hours going over my obsession with cuckolding in detail. She would have me describe what exact aspects turned me on the most. So there was to be no surprises in court, she made me share everything I had ever written or viewed when it came to cuckolding. Begrudgingly I turned all my writings, journals, and stories over to her. They held my deepest secrets and desires, some of which I had not even shared with my ex-wife.

It was from the seeds of destruction of my marriage that my relationship with Marianne grew out of the ashes like a Phoenix rising from the flames. Immediately after the divorce was finalized, Marianne asked me out for a drink one night. We met at a very high class bar frequented by businessman and lawyers and people with money. Marianne relayed to me that now the divorce was final she was no longer legally bound to me in a professional manner and that we could have a private relationship if I wished. I must say I was a little confused.

Marianne, not one to beat around the bush, came right to the point. 

"Look Bernie, I've spent the past few months reading all your deep dark secrets and I must admit that I'm intrigued and aroused by your fascination with this whole cuckolding thing." 

She sat back and took a long slow sip of her bourbon and water and smiled her wicked grin over the rim of the glass. I remained speechless waiting for her to continue which she did. 

"I must admit the whole idea turns me on. Therefore I have a little proposition for you. If you'll agree, we can begin to see each other. Call it dating if you will, but we'll be a couple. There will be one condition. You'll be a cuckold."

Bang! Just like that it was out on the open on the table. The thing I had desired for years of marriage. The thing that had ended my marriage was now on the table for the taking and all I had to do was say yes. I sat back and smiled and she continued.

"Bernie you can become my cuckold. You can live the lifestyle you've always wanted. I mean let's face it, we share no secrets anymore. I know all and I mean all of your desires. So if you want here's what I propose." Once again she leaned back and sipped her bourbon. "We become a couple in all aspects of the term. And we'll continue to check in with each other to make sure we're both happy with the relationship." I had to admit it all seemed very practical and sane at the time. A mixture of eroticism, relief, caution, and fear all raced through my mind at once.

Marianne proceeded to lay out her plan. She and I would move in together since her income was significantly higher than mine. I would sell my house and give the proceeds to her to help run 'our' household. To the outside world I would be a down on his luck guy who was renting a room from her and would occasionally be seen out in social settings with her. Marianne after all, had her reputation to uphold. But behind closed doors things would be different. Behind close doors, I would be her cuckold. She would be free to come and go as she pleased, see whomever she wanted and do whatever she wanted whenever she wanted. I on the other hand, would maintain the household, do all the cooking, cleaning, laundry, yard work, tend to Marianne's personal needs and whatever else she saw fit. Every three months we would sit down and have a review of our relationship. If either of us wanted we could get out no questions asked. However, if we both decided to continue, we take things to a little deeper level.

I have to admit my mind was rushing. Thoughts and visions were coming quicker than I could process them. However, in spite of it all I heard myself mutter, "Sounds good to me, I think I'd like that" 

Marianne smiled and slid her pantyhose covered foot over my crotch. My cock got rock hard immediately and she just laughed and said, "This should be fun!"

The next three months went by in a flash. Every cent I had was transferred to Marianne's bank account. The second month of our relationship, I got the bad news that the company I worked for was moving out of state and I no longer had a job. Breaking the news to Marianne that night over dinner, she merely smiled and said that she would support me until I found work. Little did I know that I would never again have a regular job although I would work like a dog seven days a week. Now I was totally dependent on Marianne. 

My days started at 5:30 when I rose from my bed, Marianne and I slept in separate rooms. Hers was a luxury bedroom the size of a suite; mine was a tiny room that could double as a walk in closet. It consisted of a single bed and a little three drawer dresser that Marianne had found at a tag sale. Both were painted pink and had unicorns painted on them. My drawers were filled with one pair of jeans, one t shirt, one pair of dress pants, and one dress shirt. That was it. The rest of my wardrobe consisted of clothes that Marianne would provide for me at her whim. Sometimes the outfits would be silk or satin teddies, sometimes a pair of pantyhose, other times an outfit like a cheerleader or a ballerina. When I went out with her in public I was to wear one of my two male outfits, in private however I dressed to reflect my role as her slave and cuckold. 

After rising I would put the coffee on, prepare breakfast for Marianne lay out her clothes for the day. I would serve her breakfast in bed, and while she ate I would kneel at her feet and massage them. Some morning she would allow me the pleasure of licking her to orgasm before I was to run a shower for her. Once in the shower I washed her hair and body, then dry her off and she would get ready for work usually wearing very revealing and very sexy clothes. Then she would give me my outfit for the day and off she would go. Then my day of drudgery would begin.

My duties included cleaning the house from top to bottom, dusting everything, vacuuming, and laundry, doing dishes, sometimes cleaning closets or the basement or any other task Marianne wanted me to perform. Marianne owns a ten room house so there's always plenty of cleaning to do. Marianne would also required me to do all the shopping, and yard work. Yard work had to be done wearing the outfit that she provided for me that day. We live in a fairly secluded area on a couple of acres of land with a high fence around the property, but I always felt very exposed out doing yard work in a bikini or cheerleading outfit. Marianne found it rather amusing and humiliating when she was home to lounge by the pool and watch me.

During the first three months of our relationship Marianne would often go out without me at night with other men. She would come home and tell me of her dates and of the sex that ensued. I had to wonder what the method to her madness was in not bringing anyone home or not including me. I think that she was trying to find out how much I would put up with and how far I would go. During this time Marianne insisted we both join a new gym in town that a new client of hers had just opened. I was never a physically active guy and in school was more the nerd type than the jock type so going to the gym was not something I was looking forward to or going to enjoy. The first day we went together, Marianne introduced me to Thomas for the first time. He looked like one of those WWF wrestlers, big, bald and bad. He had biceps the size of my thighs, and his stomach looked like a six pack abdominal commercial. He stood about six feet four and when he shook my hand it disappeared inside his. 

As he gave us a tour of the gym, showing us the machines, the steam room, the sauna, the showers, the weight room, it was like I was an afterthought. He put his arm around Marianne and escorted her from area to area telling her none of this would have been possible without her great legal advice. She cooed and fawned over him like a teenager with a crush on the new quarterback of the football team. Thomas looked at me and giggled to Marianne that I looked like I needed a gym; fat, balding and pasty white was how he referred to me as if I wasn't even there. That day changed our lives forever. Marianne would return to the house every day regaling me on her trips to the gym and workouts with Thomas. I on the other hand was only allowed to go to the gym on Saturdays the busiest day there when I would accompany Marianne and watch her workout routine with Thomas. These Saturday sessions were torture for me. Marianne would make me mirror her workout and her and Thomas would laugh when I was unable to lift the same amount of weight she could or do the same number of reps on a certain machine. 

At the end of the third month of our relationship Marianne and I sat down for our talk. It was a short conversation with her saying that she was happy with the way our relationship was going and wanted to continue. That was it! She never even gave me a chance to speak or voice my opinion, although I would have gladly acquiesced. Moving into months four through six, our life remained as it had with the exception of Thomas was no an integral part of our life. Marianne began openly seeing Thomas exclusively and telling me about every chance she got. The middle of month four brought the next level to reality as she told me she would be bringing Thomas home for dinner. I was excited and nervous and had no idea what to expect. 

That morning before leaving for work Marianne dressed in a smart black business suit, the skirt came to mid thigh with no panties, and a sheer white silk blouse with a lacey white bra. She told me she had left a box on her bed with an outfit in it that I was not to open or put on until she called and said they were on their way home. I spent the entire day cleaning, cooking and making sure the house was spotless and dinner was perfect. Dinner was to be ready at seven and at six forty five the phone rang. "You may open the box and don your outfit." Click, the receiver went dead and the lump in my throat grew. 

Untying the frilly pink ribbon on the box, I lifted the top to reveal the 'outfit' Marianne had left for me. Chill ran up my spine. Inside the box was one of the outfits that I had described in detail in one of my journals. The outfit consisted of a pair of sheer to the waist pantyhose, a sheer white chiffon chemise with white marabou trim and white heels. I gulped as I slipped on the outfit and looked at myself in the mirror. Standing there I saw myself, totally shaved except my eyebrows, wearing white heels, pantyhose and the white sheer chemise. I stared at myself transfixed wondering what lay in store for me, at the same time feeling arousal rise in my cock. The timer on the stove beeped bringing me back to reality. I hurried to the kitchen and began preparing dinner.

I heard a car pull into the garage and Thomas and Marianne laughing as they got out of the car and made their way into the kitchen. I hear Thomas's voice first as my back was turned towards them. "Well you weren't lying!" They both laughed and Marianne said, "Turn around and let us see how pretty you look!" I could hear their laughing but could also feel myself getting aroused as I slowly turned around and faced them. Drinking in their appearance made me hard. Marianne looked ravishing, and Thomas looked every bit the hunk she reveled about. "Well I think you should give us a little curtsey and welcome our guest to our home." 

I took hold of each side of the chemise, lifted them out slightly to the side and performed a gentle curtsey and said, "Welcome to our home sir, may I get you a drink?" They both snickered and gave each other a hug and exchanged a kiss. "We'll each take a glass of wine in the living room." Marianne said in a very dismissive voice as she grabbed Thomas's ass and they walked toward the living room. Meekly, I poured two glasses of wine and brought them into the living room presenting them to Marianne and Thomas. Marianne instructed me to get some lotion and give her a foot massage.

Kneeling on the floor massaging Marianne's feet, Marianne began to speak, more in a monologue than a dialogue. "Bernie, just so there's no awkward moments let's talk about the five hundred pound elephant in the room. Thomas and I have known each other since right before you hired me to handle your divorce. When you hired me and disclosed all your dirty little secrets I couldn't help but think what a great trio we'd make. Thomas has read all your diaries and journals and stories and he knows all about you and me. He has been fucking me for months now with that magnificent cock of his." With that, she smiled at Thomas and rubbed his crotch through his pants and then continued. "Many of the nights that I've come home and had you lick me to orgasm, you were licking Thomas's cum from my pussy. I've told Thomas how you lick me to orgasm, and will do anything I ask so you may play with you little pathetic excuse for a cock and cum."

She sipped her wine as I continued to knead the lotion into her feet and calves. "So tonight we take our relationship to the next level. Thomas and I will be served dinner by you and then we're going to fuck our brains out in my bed while you watch us and serve us. Tomorrow, Thomas will be moving in and you'll help him move all of his things in here and make him comfortable. From now on, you'll address Thomas as Sir and you will address me as Ma'am both in public and private. You'll continue your duties around the house as you have been with the exception of Thomas now being here. You'll do as he says and will do your utmost to always please him and show him respect." I swallowed hard as I watched Thomas begin to play with Marianne's tits.

"Aside from your duties around here, Thomas can use your help at the gym. He needs someone to work there and you'll be perfect since you don't have a full time job you can accommodate him whenever he needs you." She took a big sip of her wine, tossed her hair back and kissed Thomas full on the lips. "You can go put dinner on the table." That was it. No opportunity for me to say anything! My mind raced with a thousand different things that I'd like to say, but none of them would cross my lips. All I was able to do was stand up and mutter, "Yes ma'am," curtsey and head for the kitchen.

We had a quiet dinner with the three of us seated at the dining room table. Thomas seemed uniquely interested in finding out what made me tick as he asked me about my past, and my fascination with cuckolding. I explained as best I could but knowing that he had read my journals and stories I knew that he had a fuller understanding than I could ever explain. After dinner I cleaned the table and dishes while he and Marianne retired to the bedroom with some wine. I was instructed to join them when I was finished. Walking towards Marianne's bedroom I could hear them giggling and chatting as the television played in the background. 

Knocking on the door, Marianne commanded me to enter. I was greeted with an incredibly erotic sight. Marianne was lying on the bed wearing a long black silk gown with a push up bra that accentuated her magnificent breasts. Thomas lounged on the bed wearing jeans and a shirt that was unbuttoned to show his perfect hairless chest and six pack abs. Marianne ordered me to come in and kneel at the foot of the bed and massage her feet. I knelt down and began to massage her feet as her and Thomas began to make out. Before long they were in a world of their own making out with each others hands caressing the others body. Finally they broke their embrace and Marianne glanced down at me. "Ok Bernie time for you to do what you've always wanted to do!" Thomas and her began laughing as she slapped him on the butt. 

He rolled off the bed and motioned for me to come to him on my knees. I complied and Marianne smirked and took off her silk gown. "Unbutton his pants and get that cock nice and hard." It was a command I had longed to hear for years, and finally here I was kneeling in front of my girlfriend's lover hearing it for real. Gingerly I reached out and unbuttoned his jeans sliding them down his massive thighs to the floor. He stepped out of them and stood there with his bikini briefs bulging. Gripping the waistband I slowly slid the briefs down his legs. His massive cock bounced up and down once it was freed from its constraint. I stared at his cock; it had to be at least six inches long totally soft. His cock and balls were shaved which made his cock look even bigger. "Well go ahead, don't keep me waiting." Marianne commanded with a smirk on her face.

I reached out took his limp six inch cock in my hand and began to stroke it. It was warm and I could feel it start to come to life in my hand. Then I held his cock straight up and kissed the tip. A salty drop of pre cum greeted my kiss and I licked it and swallowed. I took his cock deep in my mouth and began to suck him. I could feel him growing in my mouth his cock pulsing as I sucked getting harder and bigger. Finally he was so big I could only accommodate about half of his cock in my mouth. He held onto the back of my head and guided my head on and off his cock.

When he was totally hard, he pushed me away and crawled on the bed between Marianne's legs. She spread her gorgeous legs showing him her shaved pussy glistening with juices. He drove his massive cock deep inside her and their fuck marathon session began. For the next hour they did it in every conceivable position while I knelt there and watched aching from arousal. Finally when she could take no more, Marianne began to cum and shouted that she wanted Thomas to cum too. I watched as he tensed and grabbed the headboard driving himself deeper and deeper into Marianne's insatiable pussy. They both climaxed at once in a hot, sweaty culmination.

Thomas rolled off Marianne, his high cock covered with their juices. He merely motioned towards me and I knew what he meant. I crawled towards the bed and took his cock in my mouth and cleaned every drop off. Thomas and Marianne enjoyed the show and both laughed and made fun of me while I cleaned him dry. Marianne then made me stand up and take off my pantyhose. She slid to the edge of the bed, scooped all of Thomas's cum out of her pussy and spread it all over my naked shaved cock and balls. The mere action of her doing this brought my tiny cock to its rigid state. It only took a few strokes and I felt myself cumming, shooting my load all of her hands and arms. She stood up and laughed her evil laugh and glanced at Thomas. "Watch this." She extended her hand and arm and once again I licked all three of our ejaculate off her hands, fingers and arms. Thomas and Marianne got quite the laugh as she dismissed me and told me to go to bed.

That night I slept as I had never slept before safe and secure in the knowledge that at last I was a true cuckold. 

Part 2 to follow..

Cuckold at the gym by cuckytoher

Part 2

I awoke the next morning wondering if it all had been a dream. All of the years of dreaming and fantasizing had come true last night. And if I was right, Thomas and Marianne had realized their fantasies too. Realizing that Marianne had planned this whole thing made it even hotter. That she had recognized my Achilles heel early on and exploited it for all our benefits made the whole thing seem surrealistic. 




Cuckolded at the Gym



Dutifully I prepared breakfast as Marianne and Thomas sauntered into the kitchen looking well rested and sexually satisfied. "Good morning, my little pet." Marianne said, as I handed her and Thomas a coffee. They stood there, him naked as a jay bird with his cock hanging in all its glory, her in the black satin robe. She smirked at me and motioned towards the floor. Immediately I knelt and took Thomas's cock in mouth and began to suck feeling him growing in my mouth. He placed his hand on my head and guided me on and off his shaft. They set their coffee's down, and began to make out. Suddenly he pushed me away and the two of them were off to the bedroom as I knelt there. After a few minutes, I stood and listened to the moans and squeals coming from Marianne's bedroom. 

Awhile later they reemerged from their lovemaking session and sat down to breakfast. As I poured coffee and served them Marianne spoke first. "Today is a good day for you to start work at the gym Bernie. It's Monday and a fairly slow day according to Thomas so you'll have plenty of time to learn your new job and get back here and get dinner ready for us. I've put an outfit on your bed which we'll call your work outfit. You're to wear it every day to work." I stood there not knowing what to say, so I just mumbled, "Yes ma'am." I then went to my room to change. I was humiliated as I donned my 'work outfit' which was a pair of pink sweatpants that were way too small for me and pink t shirt with a huge picture of Strawberry Shortcake on the front; the outfit was completed with a pair of pink sneakers. I proceeded to the kitchen where Marianne and Thomas were just finishing their breakfast and enjoying their coffee. They both roared with laughter as I walked into the room. "Well don't you look cute Strawberry Shortcake!" Marianne squealed as she made me turn around as if I was some model. 

On the way to the gym, Thomas told me that once we got there, I was never to address him or engage him in any conversation. I was hired hand period. He would always address me and his story was going to be that I was some down on my luck guy looking for a job. Monday was a slow day but Thomas made sure I had plenty to do. My job consisted of wiping down all the machines after people used them, cleaning the bathrooms, the showers, the hot tub, vacuuming, doing windows washing the towels and any other degrading job that no one else wanted. I got tons of stares and laughs with my outfit from the people that were there. Thomas explained that I had no job and he was being a big hearted guy and helping me out.

At about eleven o'clock I found myself in the shower room cleaning the showers and toilets when Thomas came in. He carried a little black bag with him and set it on the counter and opened it up and withdrew a needle and syringe. He pulled his sweatpants down and injected himself with what I assumed was steroids in his leg. He looked over at me and sneered, "Come here Strawberry Shortcake, Daddy's got something for you!" Meekly I strode over to him and knelt down. He pulled his sweatpants down and slapped me in the face with his cock. "Now suck it!" He commanded. I sucked his cock as he grabbed my head and savagely fucked my face. Finally I could hear him grunting above me as his cock tightened in my mouth and he came. Obediently I swallowed every drop and then he pushed me to floor, pulled up his pants and left.

Soon I found that Thomas's gym was full of guys like him. Guys that lived on steroids and had massive cocks and many suffered extreme bouts of roid rage. Thomas passed the word around to the guys at the gym that "what happens in the shower, stays in the shower." Meaning that if anyone wanted a blow job or to have me service them in any way I was theirs for the asking. All anyone had to do was motion for me to the shower area and I would have to meekly follow. Soon Marianne knew all about this recent humiliation which just served to make her hornier that she already was. Her response to this was to pass the word around to the female clientele at the gym too. Soon I spent much of my time bouncing between the male and female shower area servicing both sexes. 

On a typical day it was nothing for me to be in the shower on my knees with some guy being forced to soap him up and give him head, and in the next half an hour I would be on my knees in the female shower area licking some woman's pussy to orgasm. I also found out that most if not all of the people at the gym were close friends with Marianne and Thomas and many had similar lifestyles. Many of the woman at the gym fucked the guys there regularly before going home to their cuckold husbands, and I would be forced between their legs to clean the cum from these massive bodybuilders. I got men hard for these women daily and cleaned everyone up when they were done. 

At home, my duties increased as my time at the gym increased. I had less and less time to do what needed to be done at home sometimes requiring that I stay up until the wee hours of the morning finishing my chores before grabbing two or three hours sleep only to start my day all over again. When things weren't done to satisfaction at home, Thomas wasted no time in punishing me and he never spared the rod. The rod by the way was a bamboo cane that he loved to whip my ass and legs with. The punishments were much worse when the roid rage kicked in and he would make me kneel on the floor with my ass in the air as he whipped me unmercifully. Marianne would usually lie on the bed and play with herself telling him how hot he was making her. Sometimes he would make me stand as he beat me with the cane only to have me jump around trying to avoid his wrath. Marianne would giggle and cheer him on shouting, "Make him dance Thomas, make him dance!" 

To everyone at the gym I was known as Strawberry Shortcake and I wore my uniform every day although some days I spent so much time naked in the showers Thomas would just have me stay that way. I was required to be shaved from head to toe and people would always laugh at my tiny cock as it bobbed up and down as I walked around. As I said earlier I am not the athletic type, so it was quite a contrast to see all these buff bodies walking around the gym all pumped up and chiseled while my flabby 5'9" 255lb shaved from head to toe body bounced around the gym naked. I would get jeers and whistles, snapped in the ass with wet towels, and humiliated beyond belief. I looked forward to going home each evening to perform my humiliating duties there because at least I knew they were in private. As Marianne and Thomas grew closer I became more and more subservient, only wanting their happiness. 

They included me in their lovemaking on a regular basis and found new ways to humiliate me. In the bedroom, I was often forced to dress in a cheerleaders outfit complete with pom poms and stand at the foot of the bed cheering Thomas on as he was fucking Marianne. They would laugh and make fun of me during their post coital bliss and often Marianne would stick her foot up under my cheerleaders skirt and play with my balls until I came and then I would be required to clean off her feet with my tongue. Another humiliating technique that they loved to put me through was to have Thomas cum in a condom and then I would have to put the used condom on my cock and fasten it with a rubber band and leave it there until they called for me and then I would have to masturbate with the condom still on and cum in it. 

One day at the gym, Thomas called me into his office while I was naked, and introduced me to a woman sitting by his desk. She carried a small leather satchel with her which she unzipped and as she did Thomas proceeded to tell me that Marianne and he thought it would be cute if I had my nipples pierced. Meekly I knelt and let the woman pierce my nipples and then hang heavy lead weights from them. My nipples ached for days after and the guys at the gym took particular delight in pulling on my weights while I knelt in sucking them in the shower. On another occasion Thomas summoned me to his office to find a hairy leather clad biker dude with a tattoo gun. In less than an hour I emerged from his office with Strawberry Shortcake tattoos both on my ass cheek and my left breast. Above my cock was a tattoo that read "property of Thomas & Marianne" and finally another on my other as cheek that read "cuckold." 

A year has come and gone since that first meeting with Marianne. It seems to me as if it's been ten years. My body and mind have been transformed into one of a genuine cuckold of the deepest kind. I long to pleasure Thomas and Marianne at every turn, and the addiction has become intensified. It seems like the more they and their friends humiliate me, the more I want. The deeper I go, the more I want to stay there or go even deeper, it's as if I have to top each experience with a new one that is even more humiliating or degrading for me. All said, I love my new lifestyle! And I love the gym!!



Cuckolded by 18 Year Old Girlfriend



DISCLAIMER: This story features a loving couple participating in consensual female domination, cuckolding, humiliation, and cum-eating. If these themes offend you, feel free to discontinue reading now. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy the story.



If you'd asked me if I would want to watch my girlfriend fuck another man in front of me a year ago, I'd have promptly punched you in the jaw. The idea would have disgusted me, as I'd heard of cuckolds and thought that they had to all be subs, and maybe even closeted homosexuals. 

That was until one evening, when my girlfriend turned to me and planted the seed in my brain while we were talking casually on my sofa: a simple sentence that would slowly grow to something more. "How would you feel if I got hit on on Saturday?"

"Well I wouldn't blame them," I replied, laughing.

"Hmm, okay," she responded, slowly stirring a mug of cocoa with a spoon between her gentle fingertips.

I watched her for a moment, trying to decipher her expression. "Why do you ask?"

"Well," she replied, "I've just never gone out on my own since we got together... I didn't really know how you'd want me to react."

"Well ignoring them would be a good idea," I said bluntly.

"Yeah I guess you're right," she said, and I thought that would be the last of it. But as I went to sleep that night, the reality of her, out on town in a hot little dress without me began to seep down lower into my subconscious. I began to feel a possessive urge rise up within me. I stifled it and pulled her closer to me, falling asleep with my face buried in her blonde hair.





A day passed and I was fucking her tight young 18-year-old pussy when I noticed a strange new glint in her eye. Leaning over her with all my weight, I pressed my hand hard against the mattress as I thrust into her. "What's that look about?" I asked her.

"Oh, nothing," she said coyly.

I moved my other hand from her hip and firmly placed my fingers around her throat. "Spit it out."

"Okay, okay," she gasped slightly, "I just was thinking about how you got all aggressive last night when I mentioned me, you know, getting attention."

It took me a moment to pick up on what she was referring to. "Yeah, well, of course. What, do you want me to like you getting hit on?"

"No, no, I just love how angry you got thinking about it," she said, looking into my eyes as though she were searching for something behind them. She took her hand and ran it up my thigh and gripped my hip tightly, manoeuvring it so I thrust deeper into her. "It makes me wonder how you'd react if a guy tried to kiss me at the club,"

"Kill him."

"- and I kissed him back."

I rammed into her harder at her words, quickening the pace of my thrusts and eliciting short, sharp breaths and moans from her. Her eyes sparkled in pleasure, her lips puckering in "Ooh"s. I angled my cock so it would hit her g-spot just right and she built to an orgasm. I felt her tight, wet pussy clench around my cock as she came.

"Why on earth would you want," I said between the hungered presses of her mouth against mine, "to kiss anyone else." I shuffled and pushed deeper inside her while I wrapped a hand around her throat. She whimpered in pleasure as she came again. I loved the feeling of her laboured breath slipping between my lips as she kissed me, her moans escaping inside my mouth.

"You're damn right," she said in the afterglow of her orgasm, her body relaxed.

After I finished, she gave me a hint of a cheeky smile. She almost glowed in the dim room. "What?" I asked her as I gathered my towel before heading to the shower. 

"Just confirmed some suspicions," she mumbled coyly.

"Huh?"

She turned to me, her expression calm but with a slight undercurrent of excitement. "You fuck me harder when you're jealous," she smiled at me.

I ran my hand through my hair, disconcerted. "It's to teach you that you aren't missing out on anything."

She walked up to me, a confident bounce in her stride. "You'll have to remind me more often," she said, before planting a quick kiss on my lips.





Over the next few times I saw her, whenever we fucked, she would bring up Saturday night. "Should I wear that dress with the cut-outs, or the blue one with the cleavage?" she asked. She laughed at what must have been an expression of shock on my face. 

"You can't be serious."

"Oh, but I am."

"Why this sudden desire to be a tart?"

"Why do you want me so much more when I am a tart?"

I'd been asking myself the same question for the past few days. Every time she hinted about getting danced with, or otherwise getting a guy's attention on the weekend, I just wanted to mark her as my own. The best way to do this was just to fuck her to the point where she was too sore and spent to even think about fucking anyone else. Not that she would fuck anyone else.



After she left my place on Friday night, I hit up Google. "Why do I get so turned on thinking about my girlfriend fucking other men?" All of the results were talking about cuckolding. I felt my stomach drop. All I'd ever seen of cuckolds on image board websites and seedy corners of the internet was pathetic guys who knew they were so unsatisfying to their girlfriends or wives that they just let her get with other men. They liked being humiliated about how their cocks weren't good enough for her, and they even sometimes ate the other man's cum. I definitely didn't want any of that.

Surely I'm not a cuckold, I thought. But I was curious now. I read a few cuckold-friendly threads and websites and eventually I found out about a select group of people who were like me. They were so turned on by their girlfriend being sexy and sexually liberated that they themselves got possessive of her, and having another guy interested in (or even fucking) their girl made them not only jealous, but physically competitive. 

Reading further, I learned that it also made them fuck harder, it made them feel as though they were Superman, brimming with supernatural amounts of testosterone so they could out-compete any other guy in the arena. That was definitely how it made me feel when my girlfriend taunted me about other guys wanting to fuck her.

It was so fantastical an idea that she could enjoy another guy after me. I fucked my girl senseless; I knew I completely satisfied her. I knew I was attractive, and I was proud of my sexual history and conquests. So the idea of her fucking another guy, and really wanting to? I had to admit, it was hot. It would be like watching my girl, the hottest girl I'd ever seen, in a porn film but right before my eyes. The only way I'd be able to enjoy it though, was if I were restrained. Otherwise I'd just knock him out and fuck the shit out of her til she cried and begged for my forgiveness. 

I wouldn't find it hot unless I had no choice, it had to be her choice, and she had to force it on me. Being cuckolded would be in direct contrast to my usual role as the dominant one in our relationship. The idea of being submissive to her was exotic. As much as I hated to acknowledge it, I grew secretly interested in her fucking someone else. 





Though I'd been jealous knowing that other guys would be gawking at my girlfriend in her tight dress, nothing happened on that Saturday evening when she went out with her girlfriends. Regardless, I found myself getting off over a cuckolding erotic story while she was out.





One afternoon a few weeks later, she was using my computer to do banking or something. She'd innocently accessed the browser history and my exploration into cuckolding was revealed: several links to porn videos with variations of 'cuckold' in the title, as well as erotic stories. My heart jumped up into my throat. She turned and looked at me, one eyebrow raised. "What's this?" She pointed to the screen.

"You know what it is, porn." I smiled sheepishly, but felt my eyes fall to my feet.

"What's a cuckold?" She genuinely sounded curious. I took a deep breath.

"You know how it turns me on so much when you talk about dressing sexy and going out with your friends? And how my jealousy makes me fuck you harder?"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. That's like, a thing. A common thing. And it's a fetish."

"A fetish? What like leather or something?"

"Sort of. Something extra, that you can add to, as they say, 'spice things up' in the bedroom."

"Like when middle aged people get bored of normal sex and start to pee on each other?" We both laughed.

"Yeah, that's one fetish." Sometimes I forgot that she was only 18, and not as well-versed in sex as I was. She fucked like a pocket rocket, but she was a virgin when I met her. She only knew what I'd taught her.

Her head cocked to the side and she screwed up her nose, more in consideration than aversion. "So how do they even make porn of guys getting jealous? Like I know when other guys want me, you want me more. But isn't that more of like, an emotional thing? Like you describe it as a kick in the guts and a desire to fuck me at the same time, right? I don't get how you can make that into a video."

I swallowed. "It can get a lot more hardcore than the girl just going out looking sexy, then coming home and getting taught who's boss." 

"How so?"





I showed her a couple of the tamer videos, of a girlfriend or wife having sex with another man in front of her partner. She read a story about first-time cuckolding. I was nervous, wondering how she'd take all this new, much more hardcore information. I hoped she'd accept that I was into it.

"Can I say something maybe a bit too honest?" She said as she finished the final page of the story.

"Anything. Honesty is the best policy."

She twirled her long, sandy blonde hair in her lithe fingers. "This is actually really fucking hot."

I felt a flood of glowing relief flow from my toes up to the top of my skull. "You really think?"

"Hell yes! Oh my god. If I'd have known you were into this stuff... wow, we could have had way more fun these past few months."

My heart raced with excitement. "How do you mean?"

"Well, um, I didn't want to say anything before... we're still kind of new in the scheme of things, so I didn't want to freak you out. But one of my biggest fantasies is to have a one-night stand. And since we got together, and I'm committed to you, and I don't wanna lose you, like ever... I kind of thought I'd never be able to do that. But..." Her voice trailed off, her eyes sparkling with the prospect.

She looked up at me with an expression that meant business. "You know, we don't have to do anything, if you don't want to. I'm not going to cheat on you just because you like the idea of me fucking other guys."

"I would hope you wouldn't, I get how it might seem like I do, but it's just a fantasy, and I want to be involved in it, if anything ever does happen."

"I get that." She reached for my hand and gave it a squeeze. We talked for a while longer about the logistics of her fantasies, and mine. As the conversation dwindled off and we went back to other things, I was anxious about this new freedom and power I was giving her to play with.





It didn't take long for my girlfriend to go from a fairly innocent and submissive girl, to an experienced and aggressive domme. I was shocked at how well she picked up using my cuckolding fetish to her advantage. It enhanced the fetish strongly that she genuinely used it as an excuse to tease me and make me share in her own desires (one night stands, enjoying other men, and getting angry-sex out of me). She went from being totally dependent on me sexually, to independent and exploiting me for her own pleasure, in the space of about three weeks.

Once she learned that I actually did like her dominating me, and I wasn't just screwing around with this fetish, she fell into her element. She copied my methods of tying her up and using her for my pleasure, reversing the roles easily. She learned to tie me to my bed more securely than I ever did with her. She did her own research and even, completely of her own accord, learned how to ruin my orgasms. The first time she did it, I was so stunned that I felt the mental equivalent of being winded.

"What the hell was that?" I'd said, as I recovered from the strange, dissonant sight of having watched myself spurt a load of cum without feeling any corresponding pleasure.

She just smirked at me.

"Seriously did you not notice that I just came and... just... felt nothing?"

She smirked even harder. "That's the whole point."

I looked at her incredulously. "You did that on purpose? How? Why?"

"Because when you're my sub, you need to know just how much power I have over you. You need to have something to be threatened with when you disobey me." She ran her hands over the cum that had landed in a puddle on my stomach. She lifted a small amount and brought it toward my mouth.

"Nope. No way."

"Eat it."

"You are completely deluded if you think for one second that I'm gonna eat my own cum."

"Look at yourself," she said, gesturing from my tied up feet to my wrists. "You're hardly in a position to refuse."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I'd created a monster. The worst part was, I knew if I even tried to manipulate her, she wouldn't budge. She was dead-set in domme mode, and I was nothing but her fun little toy to humiliate and exploit.

I clamped my mouth shut. 

"If you don't eat it, I'm just gonna rub it all over your mouth. And I'll ruin your next orgasm as punishment."

"You wouldn't."

"Oh, but I would. And you know I can now, too."

The sexy little brat.

I stuck out my tongue, fully intending to spit it out when she wasn't looking.

She laid the thick, white load on my tongue. "Swallow it."

I rolled my eyes.

"Swallow it, or I swear to god I'll leave you here until you can get off again, and then I'll build you and edge you for two hours, and then I'll make you think I'm gonna let you cum, and I will ruin it and you will feel," she paused dramatically, "absolutely nothing."

She stared me down. I swallowed it.

"You're a bitch."

"You love it."





Over a period of another few weeks, she grew very comfortable with making me eat my cum. Her preferred technique, used probably four out of every five times she dommed me, was making me eat my creampies out of her. She loved sitting on my face when I was tied up and couldn't refuse her, not that I ever would pass up a chance to lick her delicious, smooth little pussy. She loved it even more that I was eating my cum from her, something I had a huge aversion to and wouldn't ever even think of doing when she weren't forcing me into such a submissive headspace. 

She began to piece together that I produced more cum when she brought up my cuckolding fantasies, and talked to me about them when I was eating my cum out of her, eventually pretending that I was eating another man's cum from her pussy.

It amazed me how well she could manipulate me into desiring to have my cuckolding fantasies become real. She would fuck me and edge me, and then jump off my cock and refuse to get back on until I begged her to fuck someone else on the weekend. 

"Do you want me to find a guy to fuck on Saturday night?"

"No."

"You know the rules. No more pleasure until you say...?"

"Yes, yes, fuck." She'd ride me some more, her tight teen cunt caressing my swollen cock and building me to delirium. And then she'd remove herself from my cock again, leaving me desperate.

"I deserve another cock, don't I baby? Isn't it selfish to keep this amazing pussy all to yourself?"

"Yes," I said, needing her back on my cock more desperately with each passing millisecond.

"And will you eat his cum out of me when I get home like a good cuckold?"

"Yes."

"Good," she purred, lowering her tight pussy down, enveloping my cock and fucking it until I blew a thick, creamy load and coated her walls. The flavour of her juices combined with mine was addictive, so I didn't care so much when she played it up as another guy's cum.





A few more months passed, and brought me to the point where I was fully willing for her to fuck anyone she wanted. All that indulging her new cuckolding and old one-night-stand fantasies inevitably led to her desiring to push the boundaries further.

"Come out with me on Saturday," she said casually one afternoon.

"I thought that was a girls' night?" I replied, curious. On her occasional nights out with her girlfriends, she'd tease me when she got home with stories about all the guys who approached her, and how she teased them. She'd never asked me to come out on one of these nights before.

"It is..." Her large, blue eyes glanced away. "I'd like you to come anyway. I have an idea."

"What's your idea?"

"Um, you could shadow me. Go to the same places I go, watch me. I'll still dress up sexy. And you can see in person what I get up to. Who knows...? I might feel like doing naughty things knowing you're somewhere in the crowd."

I gulped. I felt a rush of excitement run through my chest, imagining my teen girlfriend, the closeted nympho, showing off for me.

"Like what, exactly?"

"Well, you'll see, won't you?" She turned to me with this sexy, teasing look in her eyes. "What do you say?"

"Count me in. But make it worth my time."

"Oh, I intend to."





Saturday came around, and as we got ready to go out, my girlfriend sipped on a glass of cheap wine. I couldn't help but drop my jaw as I stepped into the living room and laid my eyes on her hungrily. Usually short and cute, she was wearing thin, dark pink stilettos, and some black material that can best be described as an overambitious t-shirt.

The "dress" clung to each curve and nook of her body; her perky breasts and ass, and her toned, thin legs and stomach highlighted to perfection. Her usually straight, sandy blonde hair was wavy from the product in it, her big blue eyes made even larger by the thin black rim of eyeliner around them. Her lips were the kind of pink that made you crave seeing them wrapped around your cock.

"Well someone certainly isn't messing around," I said with a laugh as my eyes lingered on her cleavage.

"You know I don't bluff," she replied coyly, placing her glass on the table and sashaying over to me. She leaned in and gave me a long, lingering kiss. As she pulled away she said, "I'm not wearing any panties."

I bit my lip and grabbed the car keys. "Come on, you're gonna be late."





It didn't take long for me to wish I'd never agreed to her game. I dropped her off outside the first club of the night and watched her tight ass in her black dress as she walked toward the doors. The two bonehead bouncers' eyes were wide as they traced her figure. Her legs looked long and graceful in the stilettos. I ached to throw those legs over my shoulders. I wondered how on earth I'd last the whole night. I parked my car, had my wrist stamped by the bouncers, and walked through the doors five minutes after her.

The club was fairly small and intimate; the colourful lights dim as they rotated around the dance floor. The bar was illuminated, so it didn't take me long to spot my girlfriend. She leaned against the bar, her breasts barely contained by the thin, slick material of her dress. She was laughing with some of her girlfriends. I went to the opposite side of the bar, grabbed a beer, and watched her like a hawk. I scanned the room and noticed I wasn't the only guy with eyes for her. I counted ten guys who checked her out within the next few minutes. I felt a rush of adrenaline and gripped my glass as I saw one guy stride over to her. I felt the strongest urge to beat him to her, and call the game off with my girlfriend, but my curiosity helped to restrain me. I enjoyed seeing how she reacted to the attention. It was a strange feeling, watching her flirt so confidently with another guy. It was like seeing her in a new light. I wanted to catch her as though I'd just seen her for the first time again.




Cuckolded by 18 Year Old Girlfriend



This same scenario repeated itself for about an hour. Someone would come over and try their chances, buy her a drink, she'd flirt with them for a while, and after she brushed them off they left. I was probably looking like some weird lonely guy in the corner of the bar, but I didn't care. I had a different agenda than anyone else out tonight. I saw my girl pull her phone out of her bra, and begin texting. My phone beeped: "Moving to Vice now. Follow in 10." I watched as she and her group of five friends exited the club. She stood out walking amongst their modest outfits. A dozen men stared as she left, their eyes following her ass like magnets. I sculled the remainder of my drink, and stood up to leave.

That small, first club was just a warm-up. Vice was one of those huge industrial warehouse-turned-clubs. It was around midnight, and the dance floor was a sea of sweaty bodies. It was dark and muggy inside, and clubbers were bumping and grinding all around me as I stepped past the entry section. There was an upper floor with two different bars, several scattered lounges and private rooms. The music was so bassy and loud that it felt as though my ears were submerged in it. The flashing and pulsing coloured lights added to the surreal feeling. It took me a few minutes of disoriented walking through the crowd to spot my girlfriend. She was dancing with her friends, and they were dancing with a group of guys.





The first thing I noticed about the men was that they were barely men. They looked like they were in their early twenties, and though they were sharply dressed they had a very un-classy air of cockiness about them. When I saw how closely one particular boy was dancing next to my girl, I felt my hand clench into a fist. I watched her and felt my temperature rising with anger as he moved his hand and pressed it against her hip, brought it up to her waist, under her arm and finally, her breast. 

She leaned back into him as they moved to the music. I tried half-heartedly to dance so I wouldn't look strange standing there, but I couldn't stop looking at my girlfriend and how she was staring into this young prick's face. I ripped my head away and walked toward the upper floor, determined to get another drink in me and slow my heart rate down a couple of notches.

I'd barely gotten my drink when my phone beeped in my pocket. "He was cute. Should I go home with him?"

"He looks like he's barely hit puberty. No. Come home with me. Right now. That dress needs to come off."

Beep. "I'm drunk and my judgment is impaired. I think I might let him take care of the dress."

"Where are you?"

"Heading back to d-floor. U?"

"Watching."

"Good. Then watch this."

I looked down from the upper level, drink in hand, and locked my eyes onto her through the crowd. It wasn't hard to spot her; she was by far the most attractive thing in this whole club. Not to mention the fact all her bare skin shone in the translucent lights that ran across the floor. She walked back up to the boy she was dancing with before. He eyed her hungrily, a cocky look on his face. She looked him up and down, sussing him out playfully. He said something flirtatious to her, she pulled back and laughed. 

Then, in a quick flash, his arms were suddenly out, his hands grabbing at her and pulling her little body against his. His lips melded with hers. I felt a sudden, intense shock of jealousy in my chest. I nearly dropped my glass just from the strength of the emotion. At the same time, as I watched their mouths move together, his hands roaming freely and grabbing her ass, my cock started to grow hard. I needed to fuck her. I felt an urgent desire to go down and get her, throw her over my shoulder, and fuck her in the alleyway outside.

I finished my drink in a hurry and walked as calmly as I could maintain down to the dance floor. My heart was racing, I had to grab her and take her home immediately. This punk didn't deserve to lay a finger on her, let alone touch her and kiss her like that. I searched through the crowd for them; I looked for her sandy blonde hair and those pink shoes. I couldn't see her anywhere.

She was gone. 





"Where are you?" I texted her. No answer.

I hung around for a few more minutes, in case she'd come back. I wanted her to say she was pleased by how much she'd teased me tonight, and that she wanted to take advantage of my jealousy and my hunger for her. It didn't happen. 

I left the club and found my car. I sat in it and found myself staring at my phone. 

"I'm going home. Goodnight," I texted her. No response. 

That night I barely slept as I waited for a response from her. At 4:43AM, my phone beeped. It probably took me half a second to pick up my phone. It was a message from her. 

It beeped again. She'd sent an audio file. 

The message simply said, "I'm home now. Had fun. Listen."





Dazed from my horrible night's sleep, I fumbled around on the touch screen until I tapped the audio file. It began to play, and I closed my eyes, trying to focus all my energy on listening. For about thirty seconds, all I could hear was rustling. I figured her phone must have been in the small bag she'd worn out. I heard a few mumbles, and what sounded like a laugh. This was followed by more rustling, and then a thud. I made out a shuffling noise, and a zipper being undone. From then on, the audio was much clearer to me. I heard the noise of mouths moving together, and a thud. They'd moved to a bed, or a sofa. Then, I heard the sound of clothes being removed and falling to the floor in a heap.

I heard her whimper softly. My heart immediately dropped to my stomach. I felt something similar to being winded, a kick in my chest. My heartbeat picked up and I opened my eyes hesitantly, as even though I knew it was just an audio file, I half-expected to see images accompanying the sound. She probably knew I'd have that reaction, her choice to send me audio just another way of teasing me, knowing that I'd visualise the scene.





With each high gasp or low, deep moan that escaped her lips I longed to see what he was doing to her. Minutes passed and I was growing rock hard, aching to have her here, to be the one to make her whimper helplessly like that. I heard a faint noise of a zip being undone, and pants being pulled down. "The bed?" My girlfriend said, and I heard her feet step closer to where her phone was recording. Her new guy followed her. I heard the snap of elastic and my girlfriend gasping with genuine surprise.

"Jesus Christ, you're huge," she said, taken aback but interested.

"I love that look," Jerk adolescent replied. 

"You want me to?" She said coyly, a smile in her voice.

"Fuck yes I do, suck it. I wanna see if you can even fit it in that little mouth of yours."

The next thing I heard was the unmistakable noise of a tight, wet mouth being drawn around a hard cock and then removed.

"Yeah, like that?" She said cheekily, a low, husky tone to her voice. She was extremely horny; I could hear it in each tiny fragment of that question.

"Back in there," he replied, and then there was a low hum of pleasure. I heard the wetness of her mouth as it slid up and down the shaft of his cock. I heard her begin to moan with his cock in her mouth.

"Can't help but touch yourself, huh?" He said jovially. "Want it in you?"

"Mm-hmm!" She moaned in response.

I then heard her stand, only to have the both of them fall to the bed a moment later. There was more shuffling of their bodies, and the sound of the bed frame creaking. Moans broke through between their mouths, accompanied by the sound of his cock thrusting in and out of my girlfriend's tight, wet, young, shaved pussy.

My hand was wrapped around my cock, I found myself absentmindedly tugging and playing with myself. Each stroke of pleasure contrasted with the sickening jealousy that spread through me. The envy and rage I felt only made me hornier. The reality that this wasn't just porn, but it was actually my girl fucking someone she'd just met tonight, stabbed me like a knife. But my cock just ached, my balls churned with the flood of more cum. I felt myself desiring the taste of cum in my mouth. Her mind tricks and training were to blame.

The worst part of listening to the recording was that it proved to me just how far I had submitted to her. I had the choice to stop listening at any time. I had the choice to call my girlfriend and abuse the hell out of her, break up with her, and ruin her life if I wanted to. The point was, I didn't want to. I didn't want to do any of those things. As I listened to this new guy fucking her, I only wanted to be there and watch his huge cock entering her, then sliding out of her as her tight pussy lips gripped his shaft. 

Hearing her moans and drunken dirty talk with him wasn't enough; I needed her to ride my face afterward and to scoop the fresh load of cum out of her fucked-raw cunt with my tongue. Each humiliating stroke edged me closer to orgasm as I thought of her being fucked by this other guy. I loved it. I needed more. I craved more.

I listened as she begged him to fuck her harder. "Your cock, oh my god, more, more, more," she said in ever-quickening breaths. I heard her moans become higher-pitched and more frequent until she orgasmed from his cock. The sound of the bed creaked slowly, and then stopped for a moment. They kissed some more, long, lingering kisses. His next words sounded as though he were speaking from her neck.

"Did you just cum from your g-spot?" He asked, shocked but amused.

"Yeah, what, are you not used to that?"

"Yeah, like I know it can happen, but not really..."

"Do you wanna be used to it?"

And then the thrusting began again. I felt as though I were on a rollercoaster, each part of this recording turned me on more, and made me want her more, but made me hurt more at the same time. I couldn't stop listening. The thrusting continued. Her breaths eventually started to hasten again, her moans building to a peak. She came again, and I heard him groan, his thrusts slowing.

After they got up from the bed, all I heard was the sound of clothes being collected from their pile on the floor near the phone, and then silence.

I stared at the luminescent screen before my eyes. I read her message again. "Had fun." I rolled my eyes just out of sheer disbelief at how my girlfriend, so young and innocent a mere few months ago, was now able to get me this wrapped around her finger, cuckold me this hard, make me desire her so much and want to destroy her so badly at the same time. I furiously edged twice more, and couldn't help but moan from the strength of my orgasm. 

When I looked down at my hand and wrist, and the thick load that they were coated in, I felt thoroughly humiliated. My girlfriend could very likely have had that douchebag's cum in her that night, she could have been sleeping with his cum soaking up in her pussy, and there I was, the guy she should have come home with - my cum completely wasted and wiped up with a towel.

It was about 5:30AM when I texted her back. "Fuck you. You little slut. I fucking hate you. I am going to destroy you. I am going to tear your pussy apart when I see you next. I hate that I love you. Fuck you. I want you more than I ever have. Goodnight."

I woke up the next morning to nothing in response but a 'tongue poking out face' emoticon, and the words, "How about you put your words to action then? Or will you just end up begging me to fuck him again, but record video this time? Hahaha. See you later."





After that night, cuckolding certainly solidified its place in our relationship. I battled with feelings of hurt afterward for a day or so, wondering if we'd taken it too far. However, after seeing her again when she next came over and brutally fucking her and re-asserting my position as dominant, we both knew that there were no regrets. 

During the next few weeks, she saw that guy from the club again twice. The first time, she sent me a photo of him fucking her in the mirror. The second time, she sent me a 2-minute video of them fucking, and the message "Wanna watch?" I found marks on my knuckles after from how I'd absentmindedly bitten down on my fist while watching it. She didn't mention him otherwise, I didn't even know his name, and I didn't want to bring the topic up and sound like I was insecure about it. So I just made sure to fuck her harder than he did.

However, one time when she was in a masochistic mood and tied me up, she grabbed my phone while she stroked my cock with one hand. She'd edged me a few times, and I was getting to the crazy point of horny where I was willing to do anything she asked if she'd let me cum. 

"What are you doing?" I asked, nearly breathless. Every second was filled with pleasure as she lightly rubbed the head of my now very swollen and desperate cock.

"Finding... this," she replied, before turning the phone around so I could see the video of her and her new guy fucking. "I like that you didn't delete it."

I didn't respond. As I watched the film, I felt a surge of cum flood into my balls. My heart began to beat harder and faster, I clenched my jaw slightly. My cock was incredibly teased as she continued to stroke it. She turned the phone around every time the video finished and just pressed play again, forcing me to watch. 

She giggled. "You're edging so quickly now. Does that turn you on, baby? You like watching me get pounded?"

I could hear the sound of her moans in the video, interspersed with the new guy's groans as he thrust into her and orgasms."You know I do."

"Yeah, moan for me, you know why this feels so good? Because you're a cuckold and you love watching his cock thrust into me, you love seeing his balls smack against my wet pussy."

My balls felt heavy with cum as they bounced against her hand, my cock was so red and hard that I felt a new plateau of horny pleasure. 

"You love seeing him fucking blow his load inside me don't you? You just want to get your tongue up in my pussy and lap it all up right after he pulls out. You're so dirty."

I edged again, unable to help it from watching the footage of her pussy dripping with her new guy's cum. I felt my cock beginning to pulse, with euphoria one second away, when suddenly I felt her hand move away and my cock involuntarily twitch. I watched incredulously as my cum spurted from my cock and landed in her hand. I groaned desperately, and felt gutted as she leaned down to my ear and said, "He gets to use my body to cum - you don't." 

"What?" I said, shocked by her sternness.

"Yep, that's right. I like to make him cum. You? You just get cleanup duty like a good sub." With this, she poured my semen into my mouth, and I swallowed it with resignment.

"I hope you realise that this whole cuckolding thing? It's not about you. I'm not doing any of this," she said, tapping the phone screen, "for you."

She leaned back and slid her hands over her sexy, smooth skin, fondling her breasts and lightly running over her pussy. "My body," she said, "is too good to be kept all to yourself, right?"

"Of course," I said, feeling kicked in the guts and also craving her, frustratingly still as horny as before but without the ability to do anything about it.

"Exactly, and it's only right that when I crave another guy's cock, I get to have what I want, isn't it?" she said, her angelic smile clashing with her cruel words.

"Absolutely," I said, entranced by her body and her power over me. "You can have fun with anyone you want, you deserve whatever you like."

"That's right baby. Good answer. I might let you cum later."

I'd have turned her over and taken her, and shown her exactly how I could use her body, regardless of her desires, as soon as she untied me... if I could get hard. But instead through ruining my orgasm, she had once again proven just how well she could control and exploit my body. I smacked her on the ass as she left the room, and she poked her tongue out at me in return. I barely hurt when she cuckolded me any more, I just wanted to punish her, take her and watch her get fucked like she was a porn star.

This is exactly why when my birthday rolled around, she made sure that it was a memorable one.





The day had been perfect, and made even better when my girlfriend came over after work and we had a couple of glasses of champagne. She dressed up nicely, did her hair and wore some makeup, even though we both knew her clothes would come off very quickly and her makeup wouldn't stay flawless for long. We started making out in the living room and she was very flirty and coy as she led me to my bedroom, her youthful spark practically bouncing off the walls. We lay on the bed and kissed for a short time before she pulled away.

"I want to do something special for your birthday," she said sweetly.

"Yeah, what's that?" I said, finding it difficult to make my eyes meet hers as she was wearing a ridiculously sexy, lacy black bra.

"Let me tie you up and blindfold you, it's a surprise."

I kissed her again and she then undressed me before she collected the ties. I laid back on my bed which I'd taken care to make nicely, knowing we'd have some great birthday sex on it. She tied my wrists and feet up to the bed as usual, tight and secure. After she was satisfied with her tying efforts, she then pulled out a blindfold I kept in one of the drawers near my bed, and winked at me before putting it over my eyes. 

"Can you see anything?" She asked.

"Nope. Pitch black."

"Swear to God?"

"Yep. Nothing."

"Good, now just lay back and enjoy."

I smiled as I felt her begin to kiss my neck, and run her hands over my naked body. Her warm, smooth skin caressed me as she climbed on top of me and dry-humped me slowly. She ground her pussy against my cock gently while she kissed my neck, jaw and mouth hungrily and deeply. She sat up, leaned back and fondled my balls while she rocked on my cock, the smooth satin of her panties teasing me. I was stiff for her, aching to be inside her. I couldn't wait to experience the sensual and erotic sensation of being inside her, and just fully engaging in that feeling, being unable to see.

"Do you want me?"

"You know I do," I said, wishing I were untied so I could caress her tight little body and kiss every inch of her.

"I've got the surprise waiting, I'll be one second," she said, kissing me on the lips once more before getting off me.

"Sure baby," I responded. I was excited; I wondered what she'd got for me. She seemed to be setting things up for a full-body massage, so maybe some oils.

When I heard the door open, I thought she may have gone to get something from her car. Then I remembered that she was half-naked. It was when I heard another set of footsteps that my heart dropped into my stomach.

She opened the bedroom door and said softly, "Yeah, this is him. It's his birthday and he deserves an extra special present this year for being such a good sub. How about a show?"

Before I could protest, I felt her place and secure a gagging device over my mouth. I felt the blood rush from my face. It was only after she pulled off the blindfold, and I watched as she started taking off her new guy's shirt and kissing him, that I felt that same blood start to fill my cock. 

I couldn't believe she'd brought him here. I couldn't believe she told him about us, or that he was actually doing this. This seemed like the kind of thing that only happened in porn where everyone involved is paid for it. I felt like I was in a dream, and only after watching them kiss more, watching as she unzipped his jeans and pulled out his large, firm cock, did I really start to believe what was happening.

I watched as my girlfriend had her neck and collarbone, décolletage and breasts kissed. I watched his arms snake around her waist as he made out with her, his hands kneading her waist and hips. They finished undressing and moved to the sofa like they already had done at his place many times before. The fact that he knew her body so well already, and that he knew how to please her made me hurt deeper. 




Cuckolded by 18 Year Old Girlfriend



I felt absolutely gutted as he knelt between her thighs and I watched the back of his head trace figure eights over her pussy. I listened as she whimpered and moaned, grabbing his head with her fingers and pushing his tongue firmer onto her clit. I felt my cock growing harder and harder, cum rushing and my temperature rising. I was so jealous, I strained against the ties but it was no use. She didn't care, she was wrapped up in his mouth and the pleasure it was making her feel.

I tried closing my eyes to block out the scene playing before me, but it didn't help. I wanted to watch. I'd never seen any sex acts live before, never been in a gang bang in college, and this was something I struggled to comprehend. I wasn't watching just any live sex, but my girlfriend. This was my sexy little eighteen year old girlfriend that I'd taught how to fuck, and here she was exploiting my most secret fetish on my birthday. I hated to love it as I heard her whimpers, watched her face contort and saw her chest rise and fall as she built to an orgasm. Watching her legs shake and quiver as she moaned and came was torture of the hottest kind.

The new guy then rose and lay down on the chaise section of my sofa, and my girlfriend straddled him. She turned to me, poked out her tongue cheekily and winked for a split second before she began to sit down on his big, hard cock. I saw exactly how the wet little lips of her pussy slid over his cock, and as he thrust in and out of her, her wetness left a mark on his shaft. 

Watching as he went balls deep inside my girlfriend, I felt a huge competitive rush of cum flood my balls. I was so turned on and so jealous at the same time that it fucked with my head. Hearing her moan and exclaim "Oh, yeah, fuck, fuck me harder, yeah," made my cock swell beyond the point I thought it could. I felt wet, glistening pre-cum run down the head of my cock as I watched each thrust of his cock inside her. 

They stopped for a moment, and my girlfriend leaned down and appeared to be whispering in his ear. They then moved to the edge of the bed, right near me. I could almost touch my girlfriend with my leg when he bent her over and began ramming his cock into her from behind. With one hand he rubbed and squeezed her perky breast and little pink nipple, pinching and playing with it softly.

Watching this made my blood boil at the same time as more pre-cum rushed from my cock head. With his other hand he rubbed her clit and mound, kneading it in circular motions. I saw my girlfriend's wetness as it coated the inside of her thighs, the wettest I'd ever seen her. Her face was twisted in an expression of absolute pleasure. She moaned and whimpered and gasped with each thrust. 

"Fuck, oh my god, yeah, make me cum," she moaned in a low voice before biting her lip as she started to orgasm. "Oh my god, fucking hell, yes, god yes," she exclaimed, bucking her pussy and hips back against his firm shaft.

He groaned and I recognised that sound from the video - he was about to cum. I felt a flash of rage and desperation as his cock started to pulse and cum inside of her. His hands dropped and grabbed her hips so he could angle his cum deeper against her cervix.

He stepped back and kissed my girlfriend firmly one last time before walking to the pile where his clothes lay and putting them on. My girlfriend, however, ignored her clothes. She instead moved up the bed like a confident lioness, and in one smooth motion, removed my gag and placed her pussy over my mouth.

My mouth was still open from the gag being removed, and the new guy's thick cum fell to the back of my mouth. It tasted not too dissimilar from mine, but thicker, which just made me angrier. I ate her cream pie, every last drop that I could manage, and stroked her swollen clit with my tongue to finish. My entire mouth tasted of his and her cum mixed together, and a part of me wanted to wash my mouth out with straight whiskey immediately. I heard the bedroom door shut, and my girlfriend moved herself back off my mouth and knelt with her glistening pussy hovering over my hard cock.

"How did you like your birthday cream pie?"

"Get on my dick."

"Not until you tell me just how delicious that surprise birthday dessert was."

I stayed silent for a moment. I needed her to fuck me or I felt like something inside me that was already fractured by this experience would break into a thousand pieces.

"It tasted good."

"Are you gonna say thank you?"

"Thank you."

She laughed. "You loved it, don't lie. You were practically humping the air. Look how hard you are. But anyway, that was only part one of the present."

"Oh Jesus. What else can you do?"

"I can do this," she said cheerfully, before untying my feet and then my hands.

With no thought, just reflex, I flipped her over like she was weightless and fucked her until the sun came up.



Cuckolded by a Cougar



It is liberating to learn, accept, and live out your role in the panoply of sexuality. It's often the case that an older man has a younger woman who cuckolds him, or that both partners are young. Not so with my lady and me. You could say she's my cougar, albeit with a twist.

I met her at the small independent bookstore where I work. While shelving/re-arranging items one afternoon I saw her browsing around, she having come in a few minutes before and the only customer there at the moment during that rainy afternoon. She is plump but not fat and a quite youthful early forties. When she speaks she is often demure and some would say a bit mousy, either way deferential in some manner to be sure, even now in her cuckolding me, even toward me as she denies me. I asked her if she needed help while she was immersed in a book she had taken down, standing and staring into the text. I was too busy looking at her thick round ass pulling her long skirt tight and up to her knees to notice that she was at the shelf labeled 'Erotica'.

"Oh, my, I'm just... I'm fine, thank you." She quickly turned so that her whole backside was facing me.

"I didn't mean to startle and interrupt you, please pardon me." It was then that I realized where she was. I decided to take a chance.

"It's so difficult to find tasteful erotic literature."

That got her attention. She turned halfway back to me, still hiding the book though.

"I mean, there's so much that reads like it's pornography, without exploring the intellectual connections that can be made through sexual chemistry." I had browsed a good deal through the Erotica section and knew quite a bit about the books we had and their contents.

"Oh, I was just, I don't know..." Blushing and embarrassed, I moved in to assuage her and take advantage of her clearly feeling 'caught'.

"I've looked through these and bought a few myself. While there is so much erotica online, it's nice to have solid books around, even if I don't put them on my bookshelf with the novels and nonfiction that I showcase, wink-wink." I felt like an ass for actually saying wink-wink, but she turned to look me in the eye right afterward and I knew that I had made a good move. Her face, delicate and framed by her dark hair, told me she felt safe now, like we shared a secret.

"Yeah, I have a couple of collections of stuff, I was just browsing for some new stories."

"Which do you have there?"

She was hesitant to show me.

"Oh, it's, well..." 

It was a collection of Penthouse Letters.

"Ah, the classics."

We both had a light laugh. She was becoming very eased.

"Well, now you don't have to be embarrassed about bringing that to the register. I'm the only one here, and while you're at it, feel free to buy a bunch of them - the owner sure would appreciate the business." Another shared laugh.

She ended buying the book and I persuaded her to meet me when I got off that evening. Only then did we exchange names, hers being Nicole. We planned on a cafe around the way that served tasty light fare - I didn't want to push it by trying for a real restaurant. 

We met and had a lovely time. She told me about her busy day doing secretarial and paralegal work for a busy lawyer who worked from his own office. She spoke about his having been at a firm years before where she worked as a paralegal and that he stepped out to do things his own way, his reputation preceding him and allowing for such a move. When he asked her would she also leave to go work for him, she was glad to join.

"He was always the nicest out of the bunch and he made a pretty good offer. I've been there four years now and although the work can get heavy I wouldn't dream of leaving. I work normal hours and he doesn't ask me to take the work home, so it's pretty great as far as this kind of thing can go."

I spoke about working at the bookstore and working on my novel, which was just beginning to really take shape. I said that having a muse would be nice as I'd not been in a relationship for a couple of years. We both smiled at that. 

She'd never been married and I expressed shock at that, which was genuine.

"But you're so sweet-natured."

"I've had some wonderful relationships that turned sour, either due to men cheating or their inability to accept some of my needs."

"Which are? Wait, that was rude, sorry."

"No, it's all right. Not a topic for now, but maybe soon." 

It went great and we planned to meet again that Saturday for a walk in the park. After enjoying the crisp but lovely fall day I asked if she would like to come over and that I would love to make us dinner. She agreed and took my hand as we walked back to my car. When we got to my building I had her walk ahead up the steps, watching her soft black slacks fall into her crack with each advance. The pants were pulled tight, showing her fullback panty line. She looked so good in those and her comfy sweater, and all I could think about was what kind of fullback panties she wore. She certainly seemed like a good ol' Hanes Her Way or Fruit of the Loom gal, which I like. To me it's sexy when women wear plain cotton bras and panties. 

Inside we kept the conversation going while I made us some pasta and salad. It was great that we could talk about whatever, and that if we disagreed about something it wasn't anything insurmountable or of consequence as far as possible nascent relationships go.

After dinner I put coffee on and we sat on my couch. I asked if she'd like to find something on television and she said sure. She flipped through the channels while we sipped and commented on the passing shows and movies. I don't get any movie channels but it was a free weekend for one of the packages. She stopped on the movie 'In The Cut'. She perked up at her find and asked if I'd seen it.

"Actually, yes. Jane Campion did this one, right? The Piano is such a good film."

"Wow, it's great to hear a man say that. That movie is so powerful. A great feminist piece."

"I didn't take you for a bra-burner." I said it with levity as of course the wrong intonation could have turned out badly. Seriously, though, her seeming submissiveness made her comment surprising.

"Hey!" Feigning offense. I loved it.

"Just kidding. Women should be running the world, you know."

"That's better." With that she scooted a little closer to me.

We watched the film for a moment and it was mere minutes until a sex scene between Mark Ruffalo and Meg Ryan. Meg Ryan took off her dress and stood in some cotton fullback string bikini panties with a floral pattern. I remembered when I first saw the movie and jerking off to that image for weeks afterward. Mark Ruffalo quickly pulls them down her legs, exposing her cute butt. I imagined the same pair on Nicole's large ass atop her thick thighs. The next part had Ryan on the bed on her belly and Ruffalo behind her going down on her. I had to say something. I wasn't sure why.

"I think this qualifies as erotic."

"Indeed it does. It isn't often that a man will do that... I mean back there."

We were both looking at each other.

"Have you ever done that?" My cock stiffened to full length from its half-mast. She was asking me if I'd ever licked a woman's ass.

"Oh, yes, with my most recent girlfriend. She loved having me go there after she would take a shower."

"Was it always after a shower?" Her face was beginning to show something I hadn't yet seen in her. Her voice was still soft and uncommanding, but her face began to show a slight licentiousness, perhaps mixed with bit of mischievous intent, that she hadn't yet shown in the short time we'd known each other.

"Well, yes. She was always so set on being squeaky clean." I didn't know where this was going, but I was very turned on.

"One's natural scent can be an intense aphrodisiac." She put her hand on my shoulder. I cupped her face with my hands and we kissed gently. There was a moment it felt like we could slide quickly into animalistic sex, but we both stayed in the softness of the moment, our propensity for erotica driving us to prolong the pleasure. We didn't even go into open-mouthed kissing until a few minutes had passed, and even then we were still like unsure middle-schoolers making out, reveling in the excitement and slowly gaining confidence. She pulled back and I saw on her face the same look she first gave me in the store, the one that seemed to be telling me I had the upper-hand. How strange things can seem.

"I would like you to do something. I don't want to rush into anything, and you seem respectful, so I want to know if you'd like to do something for me. And for you."

"Yes, certainly."

She looked down and breathed in fully. She stood up, her belly at my face. She turned around so that the fullness of her butt was at eye-level.

"I want you to experience the scent of a woman. Back there. Please don't be offended at my asking you this." She had bent her head down, indicating shame. I reached for her hands and held them, my face nearing her ass.

"I am not offended, and thank you for trusting me enough to ask me to do this. I have experienced a woman's scent, but not quite like you mean. I would love to, though, with you."

She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. I smiled back at her and returned my gaze to her ass. She is a size twelve, with wide hips and a slightly trim waist that separates thick women like her from unshapely women commonly seen as fat. This woman is what is meant by Rubenesque.

When a slight pause let me know that the time for talk was done, I leaned in. Inhaling deeply through my nose I noticed her rich scent as it increased. It was pungent but not unpleasant. There was no mistaking that it was emanating from her anus, but it was nothing like I was a little worried it might be. It was a bit sharp, like a good cheese. It overtook my senses and it wasn't until I made contact with her crack, my nose right at it, that I stopped moving in. It was then that I squeezed her hands, letting her know I was enjoying myself. After I did that she returned the squeeze, letting go of my right hand and using that arm of hers to place her hand on the back of my head. She gently pushed me in further. I breathed heavier, completely lost in her anal pheromones, the day's sweat in her ass adding a saltiness to her scent. I felt the tightness of her panties beneath her slacks and wondered how much the layers of fabric were filtering her funk. I wanted more. I realized more than her smell I wanted to taste her. To clean her.

We stayed like that a few moments and then she stepped forward, turning around to sit back beside me. She put her head in the hollow of my shoulder and hugged me tightly.

"Thank you for not thinking I'm weird. Having a man do that to me makes me feel so alive, so desired."

"I do desire you." I wanted this woman at that moment to wipe her naked ass with my face.

She leaned back to look at me.

"You do?"

"Yes, very much. That was very enjoyable." My hand went down her back and under her sweater, resting on her pants line. I felt the waistline of her panties just slightly below. She stayed my arm with a firm squeeze on my forearm.

"You would like to experience more."

"Yes. Yes, please."

She moved to lie down on the couch on her belly, motioning me to get on the floor beside the couch.

"You may sniff, but please, don't pull my pants down. Let's take this slow." She seemed to waver between telling me and asking me. She was driving me mad with lust.

I quickly resumed sniffing her ass. I moved my head up and down her butt before resting it again at her anus. I did my best to work my nose in closer, her wet pussy adding to the scent. While that was certainly a bonus, she had me hooked on her ass. I stayed doing this for probably twenty minutes before dancing my fingers up to her waistline.

"May I? Please?"

She turned to look up at me, resting her head on a throw pillow. She looked so content. She looked like a woman who knows she is in control.

"You may pull my pants down. My panties will stay on."

I moved quickly to undo the button and fly, she raising up slightly to assist. Her pants were tight and she held onto her panties while I pulled her pants down to her feet. Her ass was clad in fullback cotton panties, string ones just like Meg Ryan had in the film. They were white with a floral pattern also much like those panties. They were pulled into her crotch and lower third of her ass crack. The waistband said 'Hanes Her Way'.

"Oh my God." That was all I could say. My breath was caught in my throat, my heart pounding, my cock rock hard. Every inhale was generously infused with the smell of her ass.

I put my face forward into her rear, reveling in the blooming scent released with the removal of her pants. I thought about the cutesy little light pink flower petals patterned all over her panties. I thought about what her asshole would taste like.

She rubbed my head while I smelled her. I ran my hands up and down her thick legs and ass cheeks. I was lost in a zone of lust. I was getting all that I desired and then again not quite. It was like I wanted to keep sniffing through her panties but also to be able to exist in another dimension simultaneously wherein I could pull them down. My nose pushed her panties so deep into her ass I could feel tufts of anal hair through the cotton. 

Finally, she gently pushed me away and sat up. In all the movement her pants had fallen off her feet and onto the floor. She motioned for me to get them. She then kissed me and went into the bathroom. She emerged wearing her pants and holding her panties. 

"These are for you. I had such a wonderful time. Tomorrow I am visiting my parents, but I'd like to see you Monday evening if that's possible."

All I could do was nod. She placed the warm and damp panties into my hand. We embraced and kissed. She reached down to touch my hard penis through my pants that had been jabbing into her thigh.

"Will you sniff my scent while you touch yourself?"

Her scent was all over my face and I couldn't wait to sniff her richness from her panties. I couldn't wait to taste it. I nodded zombie-like. She then pulled a book from her purse. It was an older collection of Penthouse Letters, its spine bent and corners dog-eared.

"I have a particular letter bookmarked for you to read. Read it while sniffing my panties. Do not cum until after I have called you when I get home."

"Yes. I will."

She smiled sweetly and we kissed again, then she left. In less than a minute I was on my bed with the ass of her panties over my nose, the book in my left hand and my cock in my right. I nearly came when I saw that that her panties were wet from her juicy pussy. I felt so naughty seeing the light brown hue where I had pushed her panties into her anus, sniffing like a madman. It was that exact spot that I placed over my nostrils.

The letter she marked for me to read was from a man writing about his wife whom he obviously loved, and she him. He went on about how their marriage maintained a sexual spark like a volcanic eruption due to an arrangement they had: cuckolding. I knew about the lifestyle and something of its varieties from all the erotica I'd read and yes, some porn I had come across. Nearly always about humiliation and husbands with small penises I found the subgenre to be a little tiresome and clearly for a very specific audience, but this letter was different. These people had a strong bond and a well-defined sexual relationship that worked for all involved. There was no humiliation, just fulfillment of everyone's desires. The arrangement was that the woman would have anal sex with her boss, not on certain days but at least once a week, who was more well-endowed than her husband although her husband was not small (I'm not large but certainly not small). She would come home to her husband and they would kiss passionately, her tasting of her boss's cock because she would get him very wet with her mouth so that he could ease into her ass. What happened afterward sent my head spinning. The husband would pull her panties down and lick her ass. He would literally consume her boss's cum from her asshole. As I read this I kept thinking that it was a bit much, but after I noticed that I kept stroking myself to the point of needing to stop so that I wouldn't cum I realized that it was indeed touching a spot in my mind that was responding well. I continued to sniff her dirty panties as I read the letter again, twice, keeping my hand at bay so as to obey Nicole's instructions.

When she called I picked up just after the first ring.

"Hey there." I sounded overzealous, I knew it, but I also figured that was her plan. I liked what she was doing to me, and although part of me could figure out where all this was going, the other parts weren't ready to absorb it.

"Well hello. I trust you are enjoying yourself?"

"Very much. This letter is very hot."

"I was hoping you'd think so. Do you remember when I said something about some past lovers not being able to accept some of my needs?"

"Yes."

"I'll be blunt. My boss and I have a strong sexual relationship. I was wanting what is in that letter for something like seven years before we ever left the firm, and once we were working alone together, it didn't take long for me to come on to him. He has a wife and she knows - she is submissive through and through and is turned on by what we do. I could never get a man to accept the arrangement I need, which made any sex I had with any boyfriends never good enough. The truth is that since I've been working exclusively for my boss he has had sole access to my body with his cock. Any men I've tried to date since this began simply could not accept it when I told them about it. Simply put, you will never fuck me. Ever. However, if you'd like to be my cuckold, to orally serve me, to worship my pussy and particularly my ass fully, I'd love to see where this goes. I'd love to be your girlfriend. You are a sweet young man, and I could tell that you have a nice package, but for the dynamic I need in a relationship, you must accept that you will not penetrate me. I am not in love with my boss, we are merely highly sexually compatible. We make love nearly every day I work there, and I would like to have a ritual with you similar to the one in the letter you read."

"You are saying things I've never experienced. Or even thought about. I want to say that I might want to try this."

"Understand that this is not about kinky phone sex or talking out fantasies. This is real. If you accept this then I want you to know that you will have the privilege of having your face in my ass without me having panties on when I come over Monday evening."

"I do accept. I need to taste you."

"That is good. I suspect you have had a bit of my taste from my panties?"

"Good God yes. I am practically delirious with it."

"I don't want to hurt you, I just need you to understand my needs. I've never been able to have this, to cuckold a man like this. If you give this to me I would be so grateful."

We talked a little about how glad we were to have met and then hung up for the night. I stroked my cock and soon came all over myself.

The next day was torture. I didn't call or text her not wanting to bug her. I spent most of the day in bed, sniffing her panties, reading the letter, and stroking myself. In the late afternoon she texted me.

Her: Hey cutie. At my parents' place helping get dinner together. How are you?

Me: Hey! I'm doing great. Thinking about you :) How are you?

Her: I'm excited that you are willing to go for the kind of relationship that I want. That I need. Does it bother you that you will never have intercourse with me?

Me: Honestly, yes. A little. Maybe a lot.

Her: Good! Haha, just kidding. Not really ;)

Me: Could it ever happen? 




Cuckolded by a Cougar



Her: Sweetie, anything is possible. Except for that. 

Me: I wouldn't have taken you for such a domme...

Her: I know, I don't come across like that at all. But it is inside me, unlike you'll ever be ;)

Me: Hey!

Her: My boss's cock is so beautiful. On Monday I will kiss it. I will suck it. He will fuck my pussy and you will taste how juicy he has made it. But he will not cum there. I know you know what the main event will be. You are wanting to taste my ass, and that is good. You are going to find out just how much you are willing to taste it.

Me: You are driving me crazy.

Her: We haven't even begun... Gotta go for now. Bye sweetie :)

Me: Have a great dinner. Goodbye! Can't wait to see you :)

The next day I felt drugged at work. I was up late thinking about what was going to happen, and although I slept little, the combination of the images in my head, the anticipation for that evening, and the coffee I steadily drank all Monday morning kept me going. It was hard to be much help to customers, and I know I missed out on some good conversations given some books that were purchased, but my head was elsewhere. 

She told me during the day when she had a chance to call that she liked the salad I made and that she would like another one that evening, to make it big enough for a meal as she just wanted some light fare. 

"I gotta go for now. The paperwork for the day is almost caught up but I have a meeting with my boss in his office."

I could tell she was hiding what she really meant to say. She had been at the courthouse and there were some voices in the background.

"I hope you have fun. Can't wait to see you."

After work I rushed home. I didn't really need to because dinner was simple and she wouldn't be over for a couple of hours, but I needed to be where it was going to happen. Also, I needed to be able to sniff her panties without having to hide in the bathroom at work, even though I had by then sniffed and tasted nearly all of her out of the pair.

When I heard the knock I jumped to the door. She was smiling wide. Not the devious smile, but the same demure one I got when I first met her. It was like I was in charge of what we were entering because I consented to her wishes. It was a strange feeling, but I really liked it. I felt high.

We hugged and kissed. We ate dinner and talked about our days, about the headlines. The work talk didn't go into what she had done with her boss. I followed her lead.

Finally, she got up from the table and grasped my hand, leading me into the bedroom. She was wearing a dark blue dress, perfect for the slightly warm autumn day. It covered her shoulders and went halfway down her calves. It was not a slutty dress at all, which made what we were about to do all the more hot. The normalcy of the clothing contrasted with the dirtiness of the coming acts were sending my mind into lustful overdrive.

She hiked the dress up over her head. She was wearing matching bra and panties, both light pink, once again Hanes Her Way. The panties were once again fullback string bikinis. 

She placed her hand on the top of my head. She had to reach up as she is nearly a head shorter than I am, but I followed her lead as she pushed down. I went to my knees and stared at her crotch. The front of her panties were pushed out slightly by her bush, which I could see a faint outline of through the light pink fabric. She smelled of sex. I leaned forward for more of that scent, what I would learn was the fate of every cuckold. After a moment she stepped back, pulling her panties down. Her dark pubic hair was glistening from sweat and pussy juice. I didn't see anything that looked like a man's cum, but then again I knew that was elsewhere. Could I go through with all this? My cock certainly told me yes.

I leaned in and started kissing above her bush where it thinned out into a light happy trail to her navel. Following it down I began to suck the moisture out of her pubic hair, going further down to her swollen lips. He must have given her a good fucking, as any man should. She sat on the bed and spread her legs to allow full access to her glistening pussy. I licked her lips. I kissed her clit. I swallowed some cum of hers that was probably mixed with some precum of his as it leaked out of her. She moaned and stroked my hair. After some time passed she patted my head. I leaned back as she rolled over. 

I saw what I so needed the other night. Her bare ass. Her anal fumes hit me again and I was taken back to our evening on my couch. This time it was different. There was more sweat to the scent, and the unmistakable aroma of a man's cum mixed in with her fetid funky ass. Some hairs followed her pussy around to her anus and crept out of her crack. She reached back and pulled her cheeks apart. There was a gummy goo in the middle that clung to the sides of her deep crack. It was closer to brown than it was to white and it matted her ring of anus hairs to her skin. The anal cum was thick and her anus was puffy looking, quite clear that my tongue would sink in. But not my cock. Never that. The thought angered me briefly, but I got over it just as fast. As denied as it was going to be, the damn thing was still hard as a rock.

"Having second thoughts?" She looked back at me as she held herself open.

"No, I'm just taking it in. I'm fine." With that she used her feet at the back of my head to ease me in. There was no mistaking that there was a fecal component to the smell, but mixed with her sweat and his cum it was turning me on. I looked closely at the browned cum around her asshole as I came closer, her feet firmly pushing me. There was a streak of shit beneath the milky slime just to the right of her asshole, as though it were a smudge on his cockhead that he wiped off as he pulled out. If he pumped his cum deep into her that would have meant that it was slowly leaking out as she left work. As we ate dinner and bantered.

There was no going back now. I pursed my lips and kissed her soft anus, feeling the cum stick to my lips and face. The smell was so strong I could think of nothing else. I stuck my tongue out to gather in his cum, sucking it from her hairs and slurping it off her skin. The shit streak became a paste as I pushed the cum into it. I pressed my tongue harder and tasted it. It was strong and bitter. It was creamy and acrid. I didn't stop until it was gone.

I licked around her anus, up and down her crack. I went down to her pussy lips and up to her tailbone. I left not one bit of anal glaze on her skin. I consumed all I could see. I kissed all over ass cheeks, always returning to the crack. She playfully bounced her feet lightly against my head. She moaned. I moaned. We were both where we needed to be. She had shown me my fulfillment, and I had allowed her the way to hers.

"Oh God, I can feel more sliding out. I'm pushing it out for you sweetie."

She didn't push my face to her asshole this time. She knew I was hooked. Again I pursed my lips against her shithole, feeling her muscles inside her rectum as I probed with my tongue. There was a slight goo at first, more of that bitter taste, followed by something denser, a small turd like a few raisinets stuck together and coated in cum. I moaned as I let it paste and soak into my taste buds and then slide down my throat. We were both crazed with lust, to use an overused but completely apt phrase.

She moved to roll onto her back. She unclasped her bra, freeing her large breasts. I got on the bed and kissed and sucked on them for a while. Then she stopped me and said she wanted to cuddle. I was still fully dressed and went to undress, but only after asking her.

"That's fine. I came earlier with him in me. I'm happy to let you jerk off while you think about how you licked my dirty ass. How you sucked another man's cum out of it."

Hearing this filthy talk was overwhelming. I was naked and beside her on top of the covers. I stroked myself and came in less than thirty seconds. 

"Hmm, about this here..." She cupped my softening cock in her hand.

"Yes?" I got hopeful, thinking she was going to tell me she had been testing me about there strictly being no intercourse between us.

"We need to get you in chastity."



Cuckolded by Boss



Cuckolded by Boss – Wife Has An Escalating Affair with His Boss 

I don't know how it all started but by the time I realized, it was too late. I am a 30-year-old blue-collar worker, working for a well-known Indian company. My wife is 26 years old. Both of us come from a typical, Indian, middle class family. We are a nuclear family, unlike other Indian families, as my parents passed away some time back. We stay alone in our 2BHK row house that I have inherited from my parents.

We have been married for more than 3 years now and have been desperately trying for kids, ever since we got married. So, I was delighted to hear the good news that she was pregnant. However, that happiness was short-lived. Recently, I found out that it wasn't me who fathered our kid. My wife is 7 months pregnant now and her affair with father of our kid is still continuing. She still thinks I am unaware of her indiscretions. I don't understand why I feel excited about letting somebody else knock up my wife. I will make an attempt to honestly describe the circumstances and leave it to you folks to judge whether my reaction is warranted or not. 

Due to the nature of my work, I have to work late shifts most of the time. I do sometimes get to work day shifts but that is rarity. My wife purposely chose a clerical job so that she could easily manage her professional as well as family life. We are not well to do financially so she had to work, anyway. Because of our different lifestyles finding time for each other and for sex has always been a challenge. We however, manage to indulge in sex at least 3-4 times a week. It is mostly in the wee hours of morning when I return home from my work and when she is about to get up. So far, it has worked out well for us in the bedroom. However, we have not been able to spend quality time with each other because of my erratic schedules. 

So, sometimes it makes me wonder why I am still with her. Especially, after knowing that she is having a torrid affair with a much older man, who, unfortunately, also happens to be my boss. My boss Kishore is 47 years old, old enough to be our father. He has a daughter who is slightly younger to my wife. So it is indeed surprising to know that he would jeopardize his marriage by having an illicit relationship with my wife. I have known him only for little over a year now. I never knew he was a ladies man until recently when I found out about my wife's affair. Both of us have high regard for Kishore and address him as Kishore bhai (elder brother). Now, it sounds strange when she addresses him as Kishore bhai (brother). 

I could comprehend Kishore getting attracted to my wife but couldn't understand why my wife would fall for someone like Kishore bhai. My wife is incredibly beautiful; in fact, I was very much surprised when she agreed to marry me. Most of my friends consider me lucky to have such a beautiful wife. She is extremely fair, gifted with a flawless complexion. She is about 5' 5" and her vital stats are 34-27-37. She doesn't have an ounce of fat and looks seductive in an Indian saree. I am a bit on the darker side and stand 5' 6", with no great physique as such. 

Kishore bhai on the other side is much darker than me. But size wise he is much bigger than both of us. He stands 5' 10" and has a strong physique with well-developed body. Considering his age, he does harbor a potbelly that is big but doesn't look very big on him. But looks are deceptive. Kishore bhai knows how to woo a woman. I have seen him and my wife exchanging sweet nothings with each other several times. He is extremely good in bed and I have myself witnessed the amount of pleasure he gives to my wife. Perhaps, that's why I still have high regard for him.

Let me first explain how it all started. Due to my weird schedules, I started consuming alcohol and got addicted to it. I got introduced to Kishore when my earlier boss retired. Kishore was brought in from another location to fill in the void. I immediately got pally with him. He too was very much addicted to alcohol and that's how we became good friends. 

We started hanging out together, as our favorite past-times were same. He worked night shift like me, so we frequented the local bars before our day (actually our night-shift) started. Our habits got us into trouble, pretty soon. Some of the seniors in the factory noticed our trend and warned us. So, we ended up at my place after work most of the days to satisfy our thirst. It was strange initially, but then we both settled into the routine. 

My wife didn't mind Kishore bhai's presence much, primarily because we rarely had any visitors. She also started liking him as she got to know him. She was not much of an early riser but helped us on those special days (usually 2-3 times per week) with the sundry items. I think, it was during this period the seeds of their affair were sown. I probably must have been dumb to not see it coming. It's strange that I never suspected Kishore bhai for heading an hour earlier to my place on our get-together days. He always leaves an hour earlier. So, I never noticed it until now. But these days, my heart aches whenever I see him heading to my place.

I started suspecting her when she was 5 months into pregnancy. One fine day, as soon as Kishore bhai left after completing our early morning ritual (consuming alcohol) she dragged me into bedroom and made love to me; it was actually more of wild sex. I noticed something unusual that day. She made me go down on her as soon as we had finished kissing. I am not new to oral sex but for the past few months it had ceased to exist. 

I noticed two things during that session: she was very excited; animated and her pussy tasted and smelled weird. The more I thought of it, the more I was convinced that the taste and smell were remnants of recent session she had with somebody. My head was spinning when I realized that I may be tasting Kishore bhai's, my boss's, cum. I wanted to withdraw but couldn't; she held my head very close to her pelvis with her legs. Being helpless, I concentrated on the smell to confirm my doubts. It was definitely the smell of a worked out pussy. I inquisitively poked her lips with my tongue to find out if I could taste semen. I had never tasted semen but knew how it tasted. She indeed tasted bitter confirming my worst doubts. 

I had a throbbing erection immediately. My heart was galloping at a blistering speed and I just lapped her pussy as a hungry cat would lap milk. She set me free only after she came twice.

I couldn't sleep that entire day and kept on wondering if she was actually having an affair with Kishore bhai. I still had an iota of doubt. When it became unbearable, I decided to find out. That evening we had planned for a small occasion; as per Indian traditions we perform special ritual during the fifth month of pregnancy. I had invited a few friends and relatives of mine. Kishore bhai, considered part of our family, was supposed to be there to help us. Unfortunately, Kishore bhai's wife and children were away at their granny's place for about a month, so they couldn't attend. We had decided to call off next morning's meeting, as it would be a hectic day with the party. 

I hatched a plan to spy on them next morning. I told my wife that I would be heading to neighboring village next morning for some important work, directly from work. She had requested me to purchase some of her cosmetic items from the neighboring village and I took this opportunity to fulfill her request. With me away next morning, I was sure that they would arrange for a rendezvous if they indeed were having an affair.

I pulled out some of my spy ware that had been kept unused for years now. I had a passion for spying and had accumulated lot of interesting devices during my teenage days. I had a small wireless device that could transmit sounds from the source to any point within the range of 20-30 feet. I had successfully experimented with it a few times earlier. We own a private bungalow, which had 4 rooms and a spacious garden. The backside of our house was pretty much secluded by virtue of being the innermost bungalow in the society. So we never closed our bedroom windows as the bedroom was the on the backside. Anybody could easily peek into the room without being conspicuous; all they had to do was draw aside the curtain. I hid the bug/microphone on one of the showpieces near our bed and tested that it worked.

That evening, Kishore bhai arrived much earlier in order to setup the place before others arrived. After setting up the place he moved into the kitchen while I took care of the outdoor chores. I peeked into the kitchen every now and then but didn't find anything fishy. However, there was special chemistry between them that I didn't notice the other days. I still wanted to go ahead with my plans to clear my doubts.

Next morning, as expected, Kishore bhai left very early, almost two hours earlier, claiming that he was tired from evening's party. I of course, didn't buy his argument; I knew he was definitely heading to my place or was I hoping that he was? As soon as he was out of sight, I also left. I stay very close to our workplace. I took the shorter route and ran as fast as I could to reach home, only to find that I was too late. The lights were on; so probably he was already home, which also meant that my concerns were not misplaced. 

As I neared our bedroom balcony, I concentrated hard to hear their voices but couldn't hear anything. I could sense, though, that somebody was in the bedroom. I peeked through the windows to see that my wife was very much awake and was in fact draping a saree. She had already showered and was now wearing a saree at 4:00 clock in the morning! What more? She was draping her bright red-colored wedding saree. I noticed that she was not wearing a bra under her blouse and her saree was tucked way below her navel. This was quite unusual of her. She wore the kind of ornaments that a newly bride would. She also wore her red bangles that she had especially purchased for our wedding. While she applied lipstick, I looked around the room and saw that the bed was specially made. I saw that the bed sheet was decorated with flowers, the way it is decorated for the first-night after wedding. 

As soon as she was done applying lipstick, the bell rang. So the father of my kid had arrived. I quickly moved to the living room balcony to verify if it was indeed Kishore bhai. It was dark in the living room so I couldn't confirm. But they were locked in a tight embrace kissing each other. I moved to the bedroom balcony as soon as I sensed that they would move to the bedroom. In the bedroom, I saw my wife leading him into the room. He was excited to see the way she had decorated the bedroom for him. 

"Wow! You have really setup everything as I wanted." saying that he hugged her and kissed her fully on her mouth. It was a passionate kiss that lasted for more than a minute. I could visibly see them exchanging saliva. 

"Of course honey! How could I refuse your request?" she said finishing the kiss. 

"Does that mean you will grant my ultimate wish?" he quipped excitedly. To which she blushingly replied, "Lets see!" 

"Now let us get comfortable. Today we have lot of time at our disposal." 

"Did you notice something strange with Kaushik yesterday? He was very quite at work today. I couldn't understand why?" 

"I think he might have got jealous or suspicious about us. We need to be careful. I think yesterday we did give him a bit of hint," she answered 

"I don't think we have ever done anything to make him suspicious till now!" 

"Really?" she questioned him coyly. He just looked into her eyes and returned her smile. 

"I don't understand why you have such perverse ideas," she said nonchalantly 

"I like humiliating people!" 

"You mean to say that sleeping with somebody's wife is not humiliating enough to the husband? Making her pregnant is not humiliating enough?" 

"It is. But taking it a bit to the extreme adds spice to it!" 

I was still not able to get a hang of the conversation. 

"Did he react differently when you fed him my cum from your pussy?" 

"Shut up! Don't talk like that. He is after all my husband. I don't understand why I am entertaining your whims and fancies!" she said in an irritated tone 

This confirmed my doubts! So, she indeed made me go down on her on Kishore bhai's insistence. I could only start to comprehend the power he had over her.

"I think you do know it, right?" he asked teasingly and then their mouths met in another passionate kiss. 

"I am not sure but my guess is it does feel different so he might have felt odd. Also, I had cleaned up a bit to ensure that it doesn't become too obvious" 

"What? I asked you to feed him the whole of it. How could you do that!" he said in a slightly angry tone. 

"Relax honey! I wouldn't turn down your request would I? Do you have any idea how much you cum? And yesterday you had cum gallons to ensure that he does taste it. If I had let him go down on me in that stage, it would have been an end to our affair. I will gradually introduce him to the new taste of my pussy." she said consoling him. 

"Hmm... I do cum a lot!" he said smilingly 

"Yes you do! You knocked me the very first time you pumped your semen in my womb, which my husband wasn't able to do for around 3 years" 

"So when do you plan to feed him full load?" he asked her. 

"I don't know, but I need to first let him get adjusted to the new taste. So, I will let him go down on me only after I have had sex with you." 

"I think you should only let him go down on you. Don't let him fuck you!" 

"Come on. Please be easy on him. He is my husband!" 

"And who am I?" 

It seemed Kishore bhai had quite intimate conversations with her earlier as she seemed very much relaxed discussing these things. I don't remember if we ever had any sexy conversation apart from the 15-20 minute sex we got 2-3 times a week.

"Honey you are definitely a lot more than my husband. You are father of my kid," she said pointing to her tummy. 

"Only kid?" 

"Okay. You are the father of all my kids. How many do you want?" 

"About a dozen!" he said jokingly 

"Oh come on. Stop kidding. I am serious!" 

I was puzzled hearing her tone. She is already planning on more children from Kishore bhai! I don't think I liked the idea of not fathering even a single kid but my dick definitely enjoyed it. 

"How about three?" 

"Hmm... I was thinking two would suffice. Doesn't matter I can consider third one too!" 

"But then we might have to hurry. You are already nearing fifty. I would need at least six years to give birth to 3 kids. Do you think it is okay to conceive from a man above fifty?" 

"Hmm... I think as a woman it is your prerogative to conceive from somebody who will give you the best set of genes. If you think I cant give you the best then you should look around!" 

"Shut up! I don't want to be having one more husband. It is already tough handling my two husbands: of which one of them, given a chance, will never give an opportunity to my other husband to mount me!" she said smilingly 

"I want to be absolutely sure that I am the father of your kids. So you need to keep your husband away when you are trying to conceive!" 

"Agreed honey!" 

And their lips met for the third time. This time it was an intense kiss. Kishore bhai was squeezing my wife's boobs as if he was trying to milk them. No wonder her boobs had grown a lot recently. He had undone her blouse and was sucking on her tits now. My wife was enjoying his attention very much. After sometime she motioned him to lie on his back and started working on him. She started from his mouth and gradually moved southwards. On her way she latched onto one of his nipples and gave it very rough yet pleasurable treatment. I could hear Kishore bhai delighted moans while she was doing this. 

She pecked his manhood through trousers a little bit and then started undoing his trousers. She was having some difficulty in unfastening the button because of his huge potbelly but with the help of Kishore bhai, she quickly opened the zipper. She caressed his manhood through his underwear and even tried to bite it with her teeth. After some foreplay, she got her hand into his trousers and brought out his penis.

What I saw amazed me. He was huge! She was holding his penis in her hand from the base and yet half of it was still showing. He must have been at least 2-3 inches longer than me and it also seemed much thicker than mine. So I found out that he did have the equipment to serve my wife. 

Her mouth was bobbing up and down on his shaft, now. Her lips could hardly cover any length because of the thickness of his prick. While she was working on his prick, Kishore bhai got rid of his trousers and underwear. She didn't let go of his dick while he was trying to unfasten her saree knot unsuccessfully.

He was lying on his back and she was sleeping next to him sucking on his cock. After a while he changed his position by raising one of his leg over her head so that her head was sandwiched between his two legs now. I could see him pushing her head down and she was responding to him negatively. 

"Hey! You promised!" he complained. 

"But it smells! You haven't yet showered. How can I possibly do that?" she retorted back 

"Doesn't Matter! You have to prove that you love every part of my body. Besides this is just the beginning," he said 

"What do you mean? You pervert!" she gave him a weird look and said, "Now come one switch off the lights" 

"No. I wont!" 

"How can I do it otherwise?" she complained 

"As I said this is just the beginning. I know it is dirty and smells and that is intentional. Get down to work and clean it. I want it spic and span" he commanded her 

I could sense what he was asking her to do but couldn't believe she would actually do it. She gave him a nasty look but reconciled to her fate, I guess. She gently pushed him back onto his back and move back to go down him. She gently wrapped her hand around his penis and instead of kissing its head she moved it out of her way. She started kissing the base of his prick; those were gentle pecks. Gradually her kisses became more audible as her lips parted to give wet kisses. I could only feel jealous as her pink lips took one of his pitch back testicles into her mouth. She gently suckled and then moved onto other and completely soaked them with her saliva.

She looked at him, smiled, and got between his legs and knelt. My wife lifted his legs and he helped her by pulling them to his chest and keeping them there. She grabbed a pillow and shoved it under his butt to make it accessible. She lay down and her lips were inches away from his groin. She nudged her nose into his ass crack and took a few deep breaths. I guess his musky, tangy odor excited her. She looked carefully at his puckered hole that was pulsating with anticipation.

She leaned forward again, this time with an open mouth but she probed him just below his testicles with her tongue. She was teasing him probing the section between testicles and anus. Kishore bhai was breathing heavily. Placing her hands below his buttocks she moved him a bit higher and slowly lowered her tongue. He gasped and his body shrieked as her tongue touched his puckered hole. She prodded his anal opening with her tongue for a while and then she started lapping at his behind. She was cleaning his dirty bum hole with her tongue. I could clearly see lot of saliva dipping from her mouth onto his bum.

Once she was happy with his hygiene she started working on his anus. She was trying to pry it open with her tongue and obviously his sphincter muscles weren't letting her in as yet. Kishore bhai was in seventh heaven when she finally managed to sneak in her tongue into his opening. She licked and sucked his puckered hole for a long time until he made her stop.




Cuckolded by Boss



"I think you are becoming a very good wife!" he taunted her 

"Now lets see if you can be an ideal wife or not." 

"Since this is our first night after our wedding, I would like to take your virginity!" 

She smiled "Honey, unfortunately my first husband has already taken my virginity so I can't really offer that to you. Although, I do concede that if you had asked this to me on my wedding night (with my first husband) I would have gladly given it to you" 

That said a lot about my status in our marital bedroom. I never knew that I was so bad in the sex department that she would even consider somebody like Kishore bhai to consummate our marriage on the wedding night.

"Thank you very much for the consideration. But what has happened is past and that cannot be changed," Kishore bhai curtly replied.

"Now let me take what I can have. You still have a virgin hole in your body which I wish to take today," he said casually hinting to her that he wanted to take her analy.

"NO!" she exclaimed 

"You cant. It wont fit in!" 

"Don't worry. Just relax and let me do the job. I am going to take your anal cherry whether you like it or not," he mentioned it as a matter of fact.

He moved her to the center of the bed and crawled between her legs. He pulled her saree up to her waist and I found that she wasn't wearing gagra or panties. I could see his rock hard pulsating penis nearing her honey pot. He lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulder as he moved closer. She was watching excitedly as he pressed his cock downward pointing to her bum hole. The contrast of his fat black cock next to her pink puckered was exciting. I noticed that she was already lubed; I guess she had thoroughly prepared for his visit although she tried to act innocent. So, this was the ultimate gift he was talking about when he entered our bedroom.

He inched closer and his penis was touching now the entrance of her rear hole. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of losing her anal virginity. He slowly pushed forward and I could see my wife bit her lower lip trying to contain the pain she was feeling. After some initial resistance the sphincter muscles slackened and took his knob in. She gasped in pain and pleasure as this happened. Kishore bhai waited at this stage for a moment checking if she was in pain. Sensing nothing is happening, my wife opened her eyes to see that his head had already entered her. Looking into his eyes she said, "Come on fuck me. Take my anal cherry!" He slowly started to push into her. Gradually her muscles started relaxing and letting in more of him in her.

I could see my wife moaning as he was trying to penetrate her as much as he could. When Kishore bhai got it all in he sighed! He adjusted her legs around his waist and lowered himself on top of him. There lips met into a passionate kiss and he gradually started his pumping action. Every time he drove his penis into her I could hear her gasp that got muffled in their kiss.

It was evident by the way she was breathing and her moans that it was slightly discomforting for her. However, couple of minutes into the action she started enjoying it. Her sphincter muscles seemed to have succumbed to his invading member. I still couldn't believe that such a thick penis was shafting her. He went fucking her for more than five minutes now and didn't show any signs of Cumming.

I admired his staying power. No wonder she chose him to father her children. He was not only well equipped but also knew how to use his equipment. After fucking her for around 10 minutes he decided to change position. He got her to lie on her tummy and shoved couple of pillows under her tummy to elevate her bum. It seems he had made up his mind to ravage her rear hole tonight. He got into his position with her legs spread wide, exposing her bum hole.

I could now see him quickly entering her anal opening without much resistance. He decided to increase his tempo and was now humping her hard. With the increased tempo she had become more vocal. I guess, it was also hurting her now. Couple of time she requested him "Easy honey easy. You are hurting me!" But Kishore bhai didn't pay any heed to her advice and banged her as hard as he could.

Even this time he didn't cum immediately. I was timing him now. He took another 10 minutes to cum in her. As he came in her he rammed his cock deep into her with such force that she was pushed a bit forward. They tried to catch their breath as they lay there; he was still on top of her with his thick cock deeply embedded in her bum hole. I could see cum leaking through her hole as he started pulling out his penis from her asshole. He rolled back onto his back and now they were lying in each other's arms. 

"Oh God. You really stretched me! I thought you ripped me apart" she said excitedly. 

He just smiled and urged her to go down on him. I wasn't surprised to see her go down on him to clean both of their juices. After cleaning she went back into his arms and asked "Are you happy now?" 

"Yes; for now" 

It was 6:00 am and they still were in their bed and didn't seem they wanted to get up immediately. I usually returned home by 5:00 and it was already 6:00 now. 

"What did you meant when you said this is just the beginning?" she asked him. 

"Good question; quite a lot actually. I want you to shed all inhibitions and participate in any activity freely!" 

"Like?" 

"Like swallowing my cum" 

"Yes. Then I can understand what is in store for my husband, right? What else?" 

"Being my toilet slave" 

"Toilet Slave! What is that?" 

"It means that your mouth would function as a commode for me!" 

"How disgusting! I will never do something like that" 

"Yes honey! You will and I am sure you will enjoy it" 

"I will start by peeing in your mouth first and then let you clean me after my bowel movements. Initially with toilet paper and then later on with your mouth." 

"I don't know what I have done to deserve it!" I could hear my wife say.

That's exactly what I said to myself: "What have I done to deserve this?"



Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor



This is a true story of my beautiful wife's affair with our disgusting, elderly neighbor. It has been well over four years now but their appetite hasn't worn off. The story has been dramatized to make it presentable to the reader. The majority of the story and the acts involved are true but could be slightly exaggerated to provide reading pleasure. 

The story has been written is a narration of past events and is written from a husband's perspective. A little bit of background first: We come from an upper class Sindhi family. I am 30 years old and my wife is 23; we have been married for 4 years now and have a wonderful one-year old son. We own a luxurious bungalow in a plush locality. I look after our family business that I inherited from my parents and have to commute to couple of cities on a monthly basis. My wife, Manisha, looks after our son and house.

Ours is an arranged marriage. Manisha was a coy 19-year female when we got married. As the name suggests she is very desirable woman and the kind of woman men simply lust for. It was her fabulous looks that attracted me. She is gifted with an extremely fair and flawless complexion and could easily pass of as a foreigner if it had not been for her frame. She stands 5' 7", much taller as per Indian standards but true to her Punjabi origins has wholesome body that has only become ripe over the past 4 years. Even after giving birth to our son she has maintained her figure; if at all her bust line has increased by a few inches. 

Over the years, we have genuinely fallen in love with each other. The freedom of having a nuclear family has been truly a boon for us. We both could devote time to each other, rather than to each other's families.

As our love matured and we became more comfortable with each other, our sex life became more and more adventurous. Both of us were virgins before we got married. By the end of the first year of our marriage, we were done experimenting with a lot of different positions for sex and had started discussing each other's wild fantasies. Initially, we only exchanged our tame fantasies but as time passed we moved on to our raunchier ones.

Surprisingly, both our fantasies where about swapping partners with other couple. This is a taboo in our society and hence added the thrill to our sex life. Initially, we fantasized about having sex with an unknown couple but it didn't work for us, not for long. Both of us couldn't associate with imaginary characters and longed for reality. So, we substituted the imaginary couple with a real couple, whom we new. 

This worked wonderfully and both of us immensely enjoyed the sessions. As the days passed, I realized that I enjoyed having Manisha fucked by someone else. So, very soon, it was the usual theme of me impersonating as some other husband humping Manisha. Over a period of time we even got unmarried guys humping Manisha in our fantasies. We both enjoyed the fantasies and Manisha was content having them as fantasies. I wanted to live our fantasy, however. I wanted to see my wife taken by some other guy.

After birth of our first son, Tushar, I brought up the idea about enacting our fantasy. I made it clear to her that I was more interested in watching her boned by someone else rather than me experimenting with some new pussy. She, however, was unsure of even considering the idea. Her primary concerns were our family prestige and our relationship. I didn't know how to convince her but pestered her on every possible opportunity. 

Around this time, I started exploring this concept of sharing your wife on internet and found quite a few interesting hot wife websites. In an effort to convince her, I shared some of the stories I read on these sites with Manisha. She was very surprised to find real life couples talking about their escapades in such gory details. The websites gave Manisha more confidence and we started enacting one of the stories every weekend or whenever we had leisure time.

We also watched some movies with hot wife themes on every opportunity we got. It was clear that she enjoyed the idea but was unsure of acting it out in reality.

Last month, I again brought up this topic while fucking her. Unlike other times, however, she immediately agreed. I came inside her immediately as soon as I heard her acceptance. She had a few conditions, though.

"Vinit, you have been pursuing this for almost a year now, I think, you really want this to happen, right?" she said

"Yes. I desperately want this to happen dear," I eagerly replied

"Even I am warming up to the idea. I would like somebody to keep me warm on the nights you are away."

"I hope this is only about me sampling with someone else in the bedroom and not you," she said looking into my eyes.

"Of course honey. I have no interest in any other woman. I just want you to have the best in the world," I found myself replying to her without even blinking.

"If this has to start Vinit then it would be on my terms," said Manisha in a concerned tone.

"Sure!" I replied in an emphatic yet casual tone indicating that I am game for it.

"I am not interested in just one night stand but rather a prolonged affair." She seemed to get bolder hearing my eager response.

"Even I would like it to be an ongoing affair rather than a one-off instance," I said

"And I would be the one to make decisions on this henceforth," Manisha said excitingly.

"Whatever you say," I replied without hesitating. 

"I will be deciding who I should have an affair with and to what extent I should take the affair and when," she elaborated further leaving no doubts. I of course was clear on what she had in mind. She would now willingly sample other men in our bedroom.

"Whoever you choose honey please ensure that both of you are discreet about the affair," I voiced my only concern.

"Understand," she said and continued, "Give me some time to think and identify a potential mate for me"

I was surprised with her terminology. She used the word 'mate' to describe her would-be lover. Hinting perhaps that the new relationship would be founded on sex rather than love as it is with me. I was glad that Manisha was getting whole-heartedly involved in this.

Guessing that she would mostly consider the ones about whom we have already fantasized I volunteered, "If you need my help let me know. I can recommend a few potential ones who would fit the bill."

"Thanks for the help Vinit but I would like this to be purely my decision. I hope you don't mind that," she said in a matter of fact manner.

"I would like to thoroughly consider all aspects of it before I make up my decision," she said lost in thought. Probably evaluating the parameters she would apply to evaluate her potential 'mate.'

"Vinit for next few weeks, I would like to socialize a bit more with men in our circle to evaluate if they are suitable," she said looking at me "And I hope that you would give me a chance to mingle with them a bit more freely for this purpose."

"Sure honey. Just make sure that not everybody in our circle gets the idea!" I said in a cautious tone. "We don't want to create any scandal here," I added.

"While at parties or outside, I would like to spend some time alone with these men in order to choose my potential mate."

Again, she was clarifying, leaving nothing to my imagination. It seemed that she wanted to consider this very carefully and take the next step only after proper evaluation.

"How long are you going to take to choose your mate?" I asked inquisitively trying to get an idea about the timeframe she was planning on. The question had put her to think, perhaps, she had not given thought to that aspect.

"I haven't thought about it. I want to choose suitable partner for this new relationship. As it is not a one-night stand but rather an ongoing affair."

"But still you must have some idea bout the timelines?" I was pushing a bit now.

"Hmm... At least about a month or two," she said

"I need quite a few opportunities to meet my potential mates," she said justifying the need for such a long duration.

I was under the impression that she had almost short-listed a few candidates and only needed to take the final decision. 

"So, you do have a few candidates in mind, right?" I found myself asking.

"I do have a few but I still would like to make an informed decision"

"Then why such a long time?" I immediately asked her. "May I know who all are on the list," I asked her without giving a chance to reply.

"No!" she sad emphatically, "I will let you know when the time comes."

"But what is the harm in sharing it now?" I pleaded

Manisha replied with a lovely smile of hers. Playfully indicating that she would not share it with me even if I bothered her any further.

"Have you started your evaluation process with these listed candidates?" I asked her in an effort to get more details.

"You are incorrigible!"

"Okay. At least share how many are already in the list?" 

I was pleading like a small kid now. Manisha knows that I am curious about everything and naturally about this I wouldn't let it go that easily.

"There are two candidates on the list right now."

Finally, she was talking now.

"Both the candidates have been pursuing me now for quite some time."

"One of them has been doing so for years now," she added.

"Years?" I was surprised to hear this. 

"I like them but I would like to consider others too before I make up my mind."

She had shared enough with me and I now knew that she wouldn't divulge any further information. In any case, she had given me food for thought. I was sure to be spending next few weeks finding out who the two men were.