0 comments/ 121997 views/ 14 favorites Making of a Cuckold By: Karenkay Conner looked at the clock on the cable box again. It was almost three in the morning. He certainly thought Gloria would be home hours ago. He twisted around on the sofa again trying to make himself comfortable. One of those old classic late night movies lit up the screen. Conner rubbed his cock. He was still soft from jacking off earlier in the evening. Negative thoughts started to fill his head wondering why Gloria hadn't called him back. She knew what the agreement was to be. She promised to call him every step of the way. Gloria called him once she got to the club tonight. She called him at nine telling him she was fine. Conner got a third call around eleven telling him she had hooked up with a man. She said his name was Charley. Conner laid his head back against the coach closing his eyes until he dozed off again. He woke and looked at the clock on the cable box again. It was three-thirty! He clicked off the television and stood up and walked near the front window. He looked outside starring at the empty driveway. Where could she be? She should have called him by now. Conner was upset as he paced the floor. He was starting to wonder if she planned this all along. Perhaps she didn't even hookup with a guy like she said. Maybe she was really mad about the whole situation and was giving him the silent treatment. Conner walked into the bathroom. The scent of Gloria's perfume still lingered in the air. He relieved himself in the toilet and walked back out to the front room. He picked up his cell phone. There was a text message waiting. How could he have missed it? Conner's hands shook as he retrieved the message. It was short but got right to the point. Everything was abbreviated but Conner deciphered it clearly. "Going to hotel with BBC, see you later." Conner began freaking out! He tossed the cell phone down on the sofa cushion and started to pace back and forth again. Isn't this what he wanted in the first place? They'd planned it out for almost a year. Gloria was reluctant at first but soon changed her mind once she found out about her best friend Julie. Julie had been friends with Gloria since high school. They shared everything including their most intimate secrets. Conner will never forget that night when Gloria told him that Julie cheated on Todd. It wasn't like she was having a relationship with another man. It was one of those spur of the moment kind of things where she just ended up fucking a guy while on a business trip this past summer. A whole month pasted before Gloria opened up about what Julie had told her. Gloria was drunk one night and was sucking his cock on the living room floor. She just started telling him all about Julie's experience. She told him the guy was black. She began telling Conner what Julie said about his size and how he performed. Gloria told him every little detail that night before she climbed on top of him and fucked him like they were on their honeymoon again. It wasn't until two weeks later that Gloria agreed to his idea. She went out and bought a brand new dress and everything. She looked like a prostitute when she left the house tonight. Conner's other thoughts were on Julie. Conner knew Gloria would tell her everything about tonight. How could he face his friends again knowing that they knew he encouraged his wife to fuck another man? The glow of bright lights filled the front room. Conner looked out the front window and saw headlights being shut off and pulled the curtain back. It was their car! Gloria was home, thank God! Conner waited until he saw the shadow of his wife turn the corner near the garage. He could hear the clicking of her high heels on the cement walkway. He almost ran to the door and unlocked it. He quickly got it open to see his wife standing with her keys in her hand. "Oh baby, you don't know how worried I was when you didn't call back!" Gloria walked inside as Conner shut the door. Conner examined his wife up close as he reached out to hold her in his arms. Her hair was messed and makeup smeared but she looked ok. He started to kiss her smelling the scent of whiskey on her breath as they kissed. Her eyes were red and she looked tired as he held her in his arms rubbing her back. He let her go and backed away and had another look at her. She tossed her house key's onto a chair as Conner took her purse out of her hand. His heart beat faster when he noticed her black thong poking out from the open compartment. She leaned forward planting a warm wet kiss on his lips before saying. "I have to pee really bad." Conner kissed her forehead before letting her head to the bathroom. He quickly turned out the lights still carrying Gloria's purse around the house. He remembered the thong and pulled it out taking a deep sniff of the tiny black material. There wasn't any sign of male scent on them. There was just the faint scent of her perfume and perhaps the sweet smell of her pussy. Maybe that was a good thing? He rushed into the bedroom and found Gloria just leaving the bathroom and followed her into their bedroom. "How did it go honey?" Gloria didn't respond. She walked over to the bed and sat down hard and laid back with her arms above her head. "I'm so tired I can hardily keep my eyes open." Conner lifted one of her legs and started to take off her heel. Her dress had hiked up enough to reveal her bare pussy. He quickly worked on the second heel than striped naked and crawled onto the bed nest to his wife. Her eyes were closed and he thought she was asleep as he started kissing around her neck. She laughed and faintly replied. "That tickles." Conner was smelling and kissing her boobs through the dress she wore. His cock was hard and got more excited when he thought he'd smelled the scent of another man. He eased back down off the bed grabbing Gloria's smooth legs and gently pulled her body down until her pussy was close to the edge of the bed. He pulled her legs back against her chest and got down on his knees and began sniffing around her inner thighs. He smelled the combination of her perfume and cologne. Conner was insane with lust as he imagined what went on at that hotel. He held her legs back and examined her pussy mound. He lowered his face within inches of her slit and stuck out his tongue until it touched her sweet lips. She faintly moaned and squeezed his hands. Conner took when of his hands and parted her pussy apart. It was red and puffy looking. Conner knew the look. She'd been fucked! This excited him even more as he pressed his face into her slit making her moan again. Conner poked his tongue inside. Her body arched up as he tasted the aroma. He could definitely taste it! It was cum! It was male cum! Conner went wild with his tongue poking inside. Her body responded to his movements arching up against his hot mouth. Conner kept licking and sucking until she finally moaned out really loud having an orgasm right than and there! "That's it darling. Does it feel good." Gloria only moaned giving his arm a gentle squeeze of approval. He looked up at her face. Her eyes were still closed. He kissed her inner thighs as she squirmed around on the bed moaning like she was in heat. Conner pushed her body forward allowing him to climb up between her legs. Her short dress was bunched up past her ass now as he slowly guided his cock in place between her wet pussy lips. He gently pushed forward feeling her body respond and slowly pushed the head of his cock inside until he was inside to the hilt. Conner studied the feeling. It wasn't as tight and this excited him more. He tried to imagine the size of this guy as he began moving in and out. He started to kiss her face as he fucked her. She was half asleep but put her hands on his arms and held on tight as he pumped in and out. He kept looking at her face with lust in his eyes knowing she was freshly fucked by another man. "Was he big, baby?" Conner kept looking at her closed eyes waiting for a response. "Did it hurt, baby? Did you cum for him?" There was no verbal response yet as he started fucking her a little faster. Gloria finally responded by arching her legs back further for him and pulled him down onto her chest as he banged into her well used adulteress pussy. "Fuck me, baby. Cum for me!" That's all Conner needed to hear and started screwing her with force. His thighs slapped up against her thighs with each stoke. He tried to imagine how they fucked. Did she ride him? Conner wondered if she sucked his cock. Did she swallow his load? He know from the scent that she took at least one load inside her pussy. Everything went through his mind at once and he blew his load filling her pussy and quickly shrank making his cock slip out of her well used pussy. Conner caught his breath as he looked down at his cum leaking down onto the sheet. Her eyes were shut and her dress was still bunched up over her ass. He lifted her arms and pulled the dress up over her head making her boobs giggle freely after being confined to that tight material. She was half asleep as he pulled her limp body up until her head touched the pillow. He examined her boobs noticing tiny red bit marks everywhere. He started getting hard again as he imagined black lips sucking on her flesh. He wanted to fuck her again but she appeared to be out cold now as he got up turning off the light. Conner knew he'd here everything about what happen in the morning. Making of a Cuckold I am a single divorced male 53years old and after almost two years of no sex decided it was time to get laid. I didn't realise how easy it would be, and also how many guys are out there desperate to watch their wife being fucked by another guy. This was one such story. I decided to go out for a drink last Friday and instead of going to my local went to a pub in a town close by, after about an hour I was returning from the toilet when I bumped into a woman heading into the ladies, I apologised and she smiled saying it was ok her fault she should have been looking where she was going. She was a little bit shorter than me with long blonde hair and a firm looking set of tits on her, I guessed around mid to late fortyish. Her ass just talked to me as it walked towards the toilet, just 'fuck me' was what it was saying. As I watched this woman pass me, I could feel my cock begin to stir in my jeans, and I had to adjust myself for comfort. Several times during the evening I caught her glancing over and we spoke casually at the bar but I made no move, until almost closing time. As she ordered a last round for her and her friends I asked her name, she grinned before saying ."Kathleen, but I get called Kath." I nodded and said. "Mine's Jim, perhaps you would let me get you a drink?" she sort of looked at me and said, "Pretty forward aren't you!" I laughed. "My days of doing the mating dance are long gone, now it's just being simple and see where it takes me." She laughed, but returned to her friends. Later as the pub was emptying, and I was just about to leave, I felt a hand on my arm. "Leaving so soon?"...." Don't you Fancy a coffee Jim?" I swallowed my last drink and said "sure why not." I followed her out of the pub. We walked about a half mile through the town along various streets. "I hope I can find my way back easily" I half joked. "Perhaps you won't need to." said Kat. Kath, grabbed hold of my arm, causing me to be pulled closer to her. Kath also patted my ass, with her other hand. Now I knew my luck was in, I was in for some pussy tonight and for the second time that evening my cock began to stir. We arrived at her home, a smart well maintained bungalow. Kath opened the door and we stepped in. I could tell right away she was still married, as evidence of a man in the house was lying around. I looked around half expecting an irate husband to appear but no-one came. Kath reappeared with a couple of beers and smiled at me. "I suppose you are wondering where my husband is?" "The thought did cross my mind." As I took a swig from the bottle. Kath grinned, hooked a finger at me, and told me to follow her. We walked through the house to what was obviously the master bedroom and there sat her husband, securely tied, bollock naked and gagged on a heavy wooden chair. His cock was also encased in what I knew was chastity fitting, Kath turned , "My husband, likes to watch men fuck me!" ......."I hope you don't have an issue with that?" Just as she started using her hands to gently rub my chest, back and ass. Before I could answer she started to kiss me deeply. I moaned in the negative best I could "uhu!" When she broke the kiss I replied, "Nope!".." Often heard and read of this, but never experienced it." My cock was rapidly growing at the prospect of fucking this woman, in front of her husband. We left the bedroom and returned to the lounge, where we chatted and drank some beer. It turned out whenever she wants' a bit of fun this was what they did. This guy had been tied up and left like this all night while she went out, looking for cock. I quickly shook off the surprise, decided if that's what turns him and her on, then who am I to let opportunity pass. Wehad left him sitting there, with beads of sweat rapidly appearing on his brow. His eyes, almost pleading for me to get the action started. As time passed I became more aroused and soon Kath and I were kissing passionately on her sofa. I gently stroked her face, nibbled her ears, kissed her neck, and licked her throat, as she began to let little sighs escape, between biting her bottom lip. Her hands were stroking my arms and the nape of my neck as I gently began to seduce this sexy woman. We kissed and cuddled on the sofa for about twenty minutes, gradually becoming more and more aroused. I soon had her blouse open, her bra pulled down, to reveal her magnificent tits. I soon began sucking on her large nipples. Kath was becoming increasingly louder in her moans of pleasure, and her legs were opening and shutting as she obviously became more and more aroused with our foreplay. I began to nibble harder on her nipples causing gasps of "Ooooh," ... "Aaaah,"... "Mmm." I broke off to strip off her blouse, pulled her trousers off, to reveal a silky red pair of panties, which matched the silk bra. I squeezed each of her tits, cupping the firm flesh in my hands and massaging them before squeezing them firmly again, making Kath groan with lust. My hands travelled down her stomach and dropped to her thighs, her legs parted to allow me access to her already dripping pussy. My fingers stroked the thin material covering her mound, Kath was gyrating around on the sofa as I began to slip one then two and finally my hand inside her silk panties. I then decided to take full control of Kath and quickly gripped the thin material in my hand and pulled, tearing her panties right off her. "Oh Yes, yes put your cock in me Jim, I need your cock inside me NOW!" "Not just yet Kath, I'm going to make you beg for it in front of your husband. After all that's what you both want isn't it?" Kath looked at me, her eyes filled with lust. With Her body trembling, and the way she was panting, it was revealing to me her state of arousal. "Yes Jim that's just what we want!" I dropped my jeans and my cock sprang free fully erect and pointing to the sky, proudly throbbing and already oozing pre-cum. I pulled her to her feet and pushed her to her knees. " Go on Kath get on your knees. Now suck my cock like you really mean it!" "That's a good girl!...Open wide, Take the whole length. AAAAGH!.. suck it baby, good and proper. When I do fuck you in front of your husband. I want to ensure, you get a right good, long, hard fucking!" Kath bobbed up and down, on my shaft. Occassionally licking and sucking just on my bell end" Fuck it felt good. My cock felt so fucking hard, like a rod of steel. My balls were coated in her saliva, and my pre-cum."Yeah that's good Baby!" I moaned as she then began to slide my cock back into her warm willing mouth. Inch by inch my cock disappeared until I felt it touch the back of her throat. I thought she would stop there, but after a few gags she eased the full length, into her mouth, and down her throat. Her hands gripped my ass holding me inside her. I held it there, enjoying that feeling, of being stuffed down a woman's throat, it being the first time in two years. My balls were already beginning to tighten and lift, so I quickly eased my cock out and taking a firm grasp of it, held her head with my other hand and began to slap her face with my cock. I wasn't ready to blow my load just yet, I wanted more fun. Kath seemed to really enjoy this, she was trying to catch my cock in her mouth each time I slapped it against her lips or cheeks. "Give me it, Give me it Jim Please" she moaned. I grinned to myself. "You're a right wee slut aren't you?" I resumed my cock slapping and said "what was that slut? Didn't catch that." "I'm a slut for your cock." Grunting, loud enough that her husband would hear. "That's better slut now open wide and swallow my cock" and I shoved it straight down her throat no mercy. Kath gagged, her eyes bulged, but soon regained her composure and enthusiastically began to bob her head up and down my throbbing shaft. I love watching a woman suck cock, there is something about a set of lips wrapped round your cock that is so naturally arousing. I gripped Kath's head in both hands and began face fucking her, gently at first then harder and faster as I felt my balls begin to tighten, and those first tell tale signs of impending unloading of my cum began to surge up through my cock. I let out a loud roar, pulled her head right into my groin, with my balls rested against her chin. Her throat felt tight, around my shaft. My bell end grew in size, as I unloaded, what was to be the first of several loads of the night. I could see Kath's Throat, swallowing hard and fast. I imagined the cum sliding down her throat into her waiting belly. Kath groaned and her cheeks puffed out, as some of my cum, oozed out despite the tight seal around my cock. I watched as some dribbled down her cheeks onto her erect nipples. I pulled my cock out, slapped her face and tits with it before telling her to clean it up. She licked, sucked and lapped every last drop off my cock, as well as from under my foreskin. I lifted her up as she licked her fingers from cleaning the last few drops of cum from her tits. Kath smiled at me and said "Thanks!.. I enjoyed that. Hope there is more to come?" "You can bet your sweet ass there is!" We started towards her bedroom, with her leading the way. Once in the room she walked up to her husband and leaning in to his face allowed a small amount of cum to dribble out of her mouth, and onto the ball gag he was wearing. "That's a little taste of what I have already had. I, am about to get more, so enjoy!" The guy was almost going mental, trying to get the cum to travel along the ball gag into his mouth. His body was desperately writhing and wriggling around, as she rubbed her tits in his face, before lying on the bed and opening her legs, wide so he could see how aroused she was. "Come and get it Jim. Boy my cunt is so hot and desperate for a good hard fucking" I Joined her on the bed, sucking her tits first before working my way down her body. Kissing my way over her belly, feeling it flutter with anticipation. Then I worked my tongue into her navel making her moan and writhe around. Inserting a couple of fingers into her clean shaved cunt, and giving them a good stir round that hot honey pot. I soon had her panting like a bitch in heat. I moved to the foot of the bed and pulled her down until her ass and pussy were hanging over the edge. Lifting her legs onto my shoulders I kissed up and down her thighs, getting her more and more worked up. Then I shoved, four fingers deep into her cunt, swiftly and deliberatly. I began pushing them in and out rapidly, kissing and licking all around her pussy lips, her clit, and her asshole. Kath was moaning, constantly as mini orgasms fluttered through her one after the other. Pleading with me to stop teasing her, and to fuck her. Just as she shook with a big orgasm, I clamped my mouth over her pussy, lapping and probing at her sex, plunging my tongue in as far as I could, then sucking as hard as I could. Her Clit was swollen and I soon had it between my lips then my teeth as I took her from orgasm to orgasm. After she had come down from her high, I gently eased my body up hers. I soon lay atop her, Kath's mouth and tongue lashing inside my mouth, French kissing each other deeply. When Kath regained some composure, she grabbed the shaft of my cock. She stroked the shaft of my throbbing, fully erect cock hard. Then she grabbed my balls, rolling them in her palm. " Now you bastard! Fuck me, for fucks sake, fuck me!" Kath, then laid back, grabbed her ankles, pulled her legs back onto her shoulders, Exposing her hungry cunt to me. "Anything you wish slut!" I gloated. "Anything you wish!" I lined up my cock, to the entrance of her cunt, rubbed my bell end all over her clit and slippery hole. "Don't fucking tease fuck me NOW!!" she screamed. Just as I thrust my cock in to the hilt, balls deep. Kath let out a loud groan and her hands let go her ankles, her legs flopped down each side of my thighs. "Oh my god that feels so good." she grunted. Her eyes were rolling back in her head, and her head lolling from side to side. I began to pump in and out, gently at times, hard and fast at others. Until Kath, was groaning, and moaning, constantly. Then I picked up the pace, lifting her legs onto my shoulders, I was really giving it to her. Ramming my cock in and out, faster and faster, harder and harder, until I stopped suddenly. I eased up off her, withdrew my cock fully. Kath almost cried out with despair until I flipped her over onto all fours. I helped her position herself, on her knees. I then re-entered or rather, remounted her from behind. Her cries, were then of pure pleasure, as I once again hammered her cunt without mercy. I really ploughing into her, my balls and lower belly making loud slapping noises against her ass, thighs and belly, with the ferocity of my fucking. I reached under her and began to diddle her clit, making her moan even more. Her ass was bucking back at me, with each thrust and she was yelling obscenities at me, telling me to fuck her cunt harder and harder. Her head was now on the mattress, her body being tossed around like a rag doll, I felt her fingers join mine to rub at her clit. Soon she was rubbing her clit furiously by herself, urging me and herself on to another huge orgasm. The sweat was dripping off me and I was panting hard. "That's it bitch!...take it, take it all...every...fucking...inch!" I emphasised the words with each inward thrust. I called her all the filthy names under the sun. In between the animalistic sounds of our fucking, Kath was moaning trying to encourage me on to fuck her even harder. She was telling me how good it felt, how deep I was going. I could feel my cock hitting against, as well as, at times penetrating her cervix. Her louder yelps, when I did enter her cervix,coupled by her vocal encouragement became even louder at those times. My cock ached at the abuse I was dishing out. Finally I could hold back no longer, my balls tightened I felt my second load of cum surge up through my engorged cock. "Fuck it!" I screamed loudly. "here it comes you fuckin slut."..." Get ready... you bitch...Aaaaaaaaah!" Kath gripped my ass cheeks firmly, as I began to deposit my load in her cunt. I felt her cunt throb and her ass started shaking as I held her, and she held me in position, until I had finished. As I pulled my cock out, a small river of our combined juices flowed out, and ran down her thighs. I suddenly remembered her husband, looking over at him, he was shaking. His eyes were bulging in their sockets, fighting his restraints, he shook with his own pleasure. Without a thought, I scooped a glob of our juices up and pushed my finger into his mouth aside the gag. His eyes said it all, he jerked around on his restraints. His head tilted back, I heard him let out a muffled groan. I watched as his body shook, finally his hips thrust upwards, he shuddered until I saw a pool of thin slimey liquid, form under his chastity enclosed, cock and balls. Kath had watched me do this, starting to laugh, before telling him, "Well you fucker, you obviously enjoyed that as much as I did!" "Sure looks like it"... "However, I ain't finished yet, but how's about we have another drink" We left him still in his restraints, went through to the lounge, where Kath got a couple more beers. We took our time to drink down, the contents. Chatted for a while, before we once again began kissing. Kath took my flaccid cock in her hands, began rubbing, stroking and playing with it. Soon I felt those familiar stirrings. I manoeuvred us back towards the bedroom. I had gotten right into this cuckolding, her husband and didn't want him to miss a thing. Kath had me lie on the bed facing her husband my erect cock laid across my lower belly, and then she bent over in front of his face allowing him a good look at her well used cunt. Kath opened her legs, and pushed her ass right into his face then took my cock in her mouth as she rubbed her cunt and ass all over her husband's face. I almost felt sorry for the guy, as he was by now almost screaming behind the gag. His stomach and thighs were being clenched and unclenched as his slut wife tormented the poor sod as she sucked my rapidly thickening cock down her throat. "Oooooh.. Yeahhh!" I groaned, as I felt my balls twitch. I pulled her head off my cock, rolled her onto the bed, as I stood up. I then told Kath to stand beside her husband, put her face next to his. She quickly realised what I had in mind, positioned herself as requested. I then held her head, slid my cock back into her hot filthy mouth. Then I began face fucking her, centimetres from her bug eyed husbands face. "I think he likes it bitch!" I teased. Before pulling my cock out and began slapping it against his face and rubbing around his gag. "I bet you'd love to suck it wouldn't you?" I gloated. The look on his cuckolded face said it all. I looked at Kath, I grinned at her, she realised her husband was about to be Cucked even worse. I tore the gag off her husband's face, I began feeding him my cock. "That's it cucky boy, you suck it just like your slut wife!" I thrust it into his throat and he gagged hard. Pulling it out, I inserted it into Kath's mouth and did the same. I fucked their two faces, for a good fifteen minutes, my pre-cum oozed freely from the end of my cock, both of them lapped it up. Eventually I had his and Kath's mouths sliding up alternate sides of my cock. I had both their heads held tightly, in my hands as I treated their two mouths like two other pussies. "Here it cums you pair of bitches!" I yelled. For the third time that night my cock spewed cum. I pumped so much into Kath's mouth, before whipping it out, spraying the rest into his. A couple of shots got him in the face, and he lent forward catching my swinging cock in his mouth, until he was sucking hungrily on my cock. Between the two of them, they ensured nothing was left. Kath even leaned in and licked the cum I had shot on his face off. I pulled Kath away and almost threw her onto the bed. I then told him to watch as I was about to give her the fucking off her life. "Go for it, fuck the little slut till she begs for mercy!" he grunted loudly. I then replaced his gag, before I pulled Kath's legs up onto my shoulders. Placing the end of my cock against the entrance to her puffed up pussy lips, I eased the head into that slick hole. Kath bit her lip and moaned. "Oh god yes, go on stud fuck me till I beg for mercy!" she cried. I plunged my cock in deep and began to pummel her cunt like there was no tomorrow. I knew it would take me a while to cum again so I was sure going to enjoy fucking this slut as hard and fast as I could. I grabbed her ankles and used them to pull her legs apart. Her cunt was a sloppy wet hole and the wet sounds of our fucking could be heard quite clearly in the room. I looked down at her cunt, it was dripping juices all over the bed. A fine circle of foamy white cum was encircling my cock and sprayed all over our two bodies with each thrust into that wet cunt. Kath was moaning and panting like a bitch in heat. "Oh my god, don't you fucking dare stop!" "Fuck me, fuck me, you bastard!" "You like it like this do you slut?" I grunted. "Fucking right I do...fill my cunt with your cock... really fuck me hard you cunt!" I was fucking her like a piston, my balls were dripping in our juices, my cock was sliding around inside that cunt like a sausage in a pan. Kath was so fucking wet I could barely feel her cunt against my cock. I then had another idea, I pushed her onto her back again and placed my hands on her waist, holding her down onto the bed her face buried in the pillows. "Now you little slut let's see how you like this." Before scooping some juices off her dripping cunt, I smeared them all over her rose bud arsehole. Kath wriggled under my grip, I could hear her moaning with lust, as I then shoved two fingers deep into her ass. Making of a Cuckold "Oh you dirty cow!" I groaned. "Your obviously not an anal virgin" as I slid two more fingers into her rapidly expanding ring. I placed my legs either side of her thighs and stood over her upturned butt. I took my cock in hand and placed the tip against her asshole. I watched as it began to wink at the gentle pressure I was applying. "Here's what you want slut!" I pushed the end of my cock into her ass. "Oh God, Oh God... that's so fucking good." Kath grunted. I then pushed my cock fully in, an inch at a time, until my balls rested against her cunt. Then I began to pull it out slowly, before ramming it back in hard. "Aaaargh!" she groaned "Fuck my ass, fuck my ass hard.. I love it when my ass is being fucked." she pleaded, her head tilted at an angle looking at me, with glazed over eyes. I began a steady build up of steam until I was fucking her ass like it was her pussy. Kath was moaning and groaning with pure lust, as well as in pleasure as I drilled her ass, with everything I had. I knew I wouldn't last long and I was grunting like an animal as I finally yelled. "Here it comes, I'm going to fill your ass with my cum!" with that, I shoved my full length into her ass and began to unload my baby batter into this hot little minx's ass. As I did Kath groaned out loudly. "Oh god yeeeessss!.... oh fuck that's so good....fill my ass Jim fill it good." I waited until I knew I had pumped my full load into her before sliding my semi erect cock from within her bowels. As I did I looked over to see her hubby wriggling frustratingly, against his bonds. His whole body seemed to be shaking, the moans that were coming from him, although subdued by the gag, were more than enough to let me know he had enjoyed my ass fucking off his wife, as much as we both had. We collapsed on the bed, cuddled together, kissing gently and stroking each others body until we were totally relaxed. Kath lay sighing gently, which told me that she was well satisfied with my efforts. I rolled onto my back and she put her head on my chest as she took hold of my cock and then looked at me "You sure know how to use this!" ... "I hope you're not in a hurry to leave?" "Nope but I will need a rest before any more action." "What about him?" I asked looking over at her husband. "He can stay where he is, this is what he wanted so he can have it, all of it" We spent all night fucking and sucking each other, to so many climaxes, I was walking gingerly for the next few days. Kath and I, spend odd nights together, whenever she can get hold of me which has been most Saturday nights recently. Her husband has even got to the stage he sucks me to full erection, cleans my cock, of all remnants of our love making. I have even fucked his ass, whilst Kath slept. As a Cuckold experience this was by far the best but not the only one I enjoy, perhaps more on them at a future date. Making of a Cuckold Ch. 02 Conner opened his eyes. The sun was shinning through the cracks of the blinds. He turned his head and looked at the clock. It was way past noon. He turned around and saw an empty bed. Gloria must have woke up. Conner got out of bed and used the bathroom before walking into the kitchen where he found his wife with her cell phone glued to her ear. She was stark naked yet as Conner tip toed up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist. She turned and kissed him lightly on the lips. "I'll have to let you go, Julie. Conner just woke up. Yeah. I'll call you tonight, bye." Gloria placed the cell phone down onto the counter and wrapped her arms around Conner giving him a long passionate kiss. He looked content as they kissed than leaned back to admire his wife's beautiful face. "Did you have a good time last night?" Gloria kissed her husband again as she mumbled "Yes........" Conner moved his hands a little higher cupping Gloria's breasts giving them a gentle squeeze as he nuzzled her neck. She giggled. "That tickles, baby." He held her tight as he spoke into her ear. "Did you like that big black cock last night?" Gloria just moaned as she pushed her body up against him. "Was he big?" Gloria kept squirming up against him as she shook her head that he was big. "How big, baby? Tell me how big his cock was!" Gloria had reached down and squeezed Conner's cock as she replied. "Oh God he was huge. I could barely get my hands around it last night." Conner was excited and kept asking more questions. "Did you suck it?" "Yes." "How did he fuck you?" ""I sucked on him on the front seat than straddled him." Conner was hard and kissed her neck as she pushed into his crotch. "Did anyone see you?" "I don't know. I don't think so." "What happen next, baby? Did he cum inside you like that?" Gloria's eyes were closed as Conner rubbed her breasts and pushed back against his hard cock. She twisted around and wrapped her arms around Conner giving him a long passionate kiss. Conner was stroking her pussy as she arched her body up to meet his strokes. She whispered into his mouth. 'Do you want to fuck me?" It didn't take any persuasion to make Conner want to fuck his wife as he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. Conner was spread out at the foot of the bed licking Gloria's pussy a few minutes later. Gloria held her hands on Conner's shoulders as she strained to have an orgasm. Conner looked up just in time to catch his wife having one of the most intense orgasms he'd seen her have in months. He kept licking her pussy working the tip of his tongue on her clit as her body jerked a few more times bringing her to yet another intense orgasm. Conner stopped and kissed her inner thighs until she relaxed. He was practically going insane as he sniffed just a little scent of her lovers cologne on her skin. He took a deep breath smelling her thigh as she reached down to stroke his hair. "Come up here and fuck me." Conner did just that and screwed her hard and rough until he shot his load deep inside her wet gaping pussy. It didn't occur to him until his cock was going limp that Gloria still felt stretched out from last night. Conner rolled over onto his back and laid in exhaustion. Gloria stretched out her shapely legs and looked over at Conner. "Did you cum good darling?" Conner reached out and rubbed one of her hard nipples as he replied. "Yeah." Making of a Cuckold: The Sequel James: Jana has been watching me ever since we have returned from Ben and Claire's. She could tell I was thinking of all that had happened and she was worried. Her plan to deny me sex, and that forever, was weighing on me. I was pretty sure she knew it too. I haven't said anything. I have been as obedient as before. But, I just couldn't help feeling—I don't know—maybe abandoned. I have a bad feeling. I love Jana, but to never have sex with her again? My own wife? I am fast coming to the realization, that if I can't have her, that I will just have to leave her. I love her too much to end up a de facto eunuch. The scene with Ben that weekend will not leave me, and I cannot think why Jana and Claire thought it was so funny. I have to face facts: Jana apparently doesn't love me as much as I love her. It's only a matter of time before I get up the courage to confront her or maybe even just leave, save us all the hassle. But, I am still holding back waiting for her to say or do something that will make things okay again—hope springs eternal as said the ancient. I am getting ready for work at my new job. I will be creating and modifying software for HardDrive Inc. Beginning today. I will be making in the mid six figures, and the benefits are fantastic. I love computers! She is waiting for me in the kitchen. "Morning, honey," she said. "Coffee?" I smiled a plastic smile in her direction, "Sure, and some toast and jam too," I said. "Got it," she said. She seemed pleased to be able to do something for me. Her words made me feel a little bit better about her. "Thanks," I said. We sipped our coffee and munched our toast making small talk as husbands and wives do at that early hour of the day. "First day," she said, "excited?" "Yes, kinda," I said. "But it's no biggee. I can do what they need done, so it'll go smooth I guess." "I'm sure of that," she said. "Honey? Is something bothering you?" she said. "You seem—" "I'm okay." But my tone indicated that I was not okay. She winced. "It's about the weekend we spent up north isn't it," she said, ignoring my 'okay' remark. "No, really, I'm okay," I said. I looked at my watch. "I gotta go." I slurped another sip of coffee, rose, grabbed my briefcase, and left. I am still wimping out not wanting to do battle, at least not yet; I could just kick myself. ****** Jana: "Hi Claire...yeah it's me...fine...yeah, it's about James...uhuh...he's despondent...I think we may have made a mistake not letting them have us...yeah, that's what I think too...uhuh...yeah it was a dirty trick...you're coming down Saturday...okay later....yeah we've got a lot of mending to do...yeah, okay, I'll let you get back to it," she hung up. Something is wrong, and I know it. James won't admit to it, but it was the weekend that we were up to Ben and Claire's. Denying him and Ben sex was a mistake, maybe a big mistake. I knew when I looked into James eyes that night it had been a mistake, but I couldn't take it back, show weakness. The worst of it was that I have told him he could never have sex with a woman, any woman, again. It was bullshit of course. I know a man can't go forever without getting any. But, at the time it was part of the scene, just empty words. But, now I've got a problem. I have to take them back, the words, without losing control of the lifestyle that he says "he" wants, and yes, that I want. But now, how to fix it without giving up all of the groundwork we have built up to now. I'm not ready to give up the men, and neither is Claire; we likely never will be ready. Our husbands are willing cuckolds and it's for their own good that we enjoy ourselves. In every way but intercourse they are being treated better and more lovingly than they ever have; certainly that's true of James. So, if I give in and let James dictate to me now, I know it will be the beginning of the end of what we have. But, on the other hand, could I lose him? That would be intolerable; I love him. No, I don't really think I'll lose him, but I do have to consider the possibility. If I had to make a choice—gawd! that would be the worst. Claire and Ben will be coming down Saturday. We'll fix things then—somehow. I have the very strong feeling that Saturday and Sunday will be the mother of all weekends, and that in more ways than one. ****** "Let me help you with those bags, Ben," I said picking up one of the big ones. "Thanks, brother," said Ben. We trailed behind the two women as they went into the house. Lunch was buffet. Jana had put together the makings for tacos and had made sure there was plenty of beer and wine in the frig. Talk at lunch was animated and we laughed and ate and then adjourned to the sundeck at the rear of the house. "Honey, I'm going to take Claire inside and show her the new clothes you bought me last week. You and Ben stay here and visit, okay?" "Sure thing," I said. The ladies disappeared into the house. I knew that they were going to be talking about us, or at least me. I wanted them to. Besides, I wanted to talk to Ben anyway. I took a seat at the picnic table. The umbrella over it was no longer protecting us from the waning sun, but I had my sunglasses and my hat, so it was all right. Ben sat with his back to the sun, so he was okay too. "They're talking about you," said Ben. "Oh? And you know that how?" I said. "Maybe they're talking about you." I laughed. "No, it's about you. Jana's worried that you're upset with her, with the whole deal," he said. He knew I knew what he was talking about. I nodded taking on a more serious aspect. "Jana called earlier in the week. She thinks they, the girls, may have gone too far," said Ben. "What do you think, Ben?" he wasn't ready for me to pin him like that. "I mean, really?" "I don't know. Sometimes the girls, well, they do go too far. They're women; it's their job to be unpredictable," he said. "Are you okay with never having sex again with Claire?" I said. "because I'm not okay with never having it with Jana, and that's the long and the short of it as far as I'm concerned." "I figured that. It's tough for me too," he said. "For now, I am going along with it. How about you? Whaddya thinking? Are you going to lay down the law? What? I mean if it's intolerable for you." "Not sure yet. I am not happy with the way things are developing, like I say. I know I'm her cuckold and probably always will be. But, never to make love to her again while other men use her with no problem? No, it ain't gonna be that way. I am not happy with that. I don't know how long I can take it. I just know I won't be able to take it for long," I said. "You saying it that way makes me wonder about the same things," he said. "I love Claire, but to never—" "Exactly," I said. "I don't know, but I have a feeling that things will be coming to a head this weekend. I'm just not sure if that's going to be a good thing or a bad thing. I don't want to lose her; but, maybe I already have." I leaned back and waited for Ben to say something. "Hmm," he said at last. About half an hour later Jana called from the house. At that moment, I didn't know it but the moment of truth had arrived. "Boys, come on and get yourselves in here, okay?" Ben and I looked at each other. We tilted back the two dying Indians and put the empties on the table and strode back into the house. What greeted us were two stunning women in stockings and high heels and nothing else. I stared. Ben stared. We were momentarily shocked. I looked around to see if some men had arrived. No sign of any. I was confused, and Jana could see it. "Honey, this is for you and Ben. There are no other men going to be here tonight," she said. She was all bubbly. Clearly Claire and she had decided we needed some bucking up. "You decided—" I was stopped, stupefied. But her words—my cock which had begun its rise, wilted in my pants. "I can't," I said. I walked quickly to the front door and out. I got in my car, which was parked at the curb, and drove off. Two stunned women and a confused brother went to the door after I'd passed through it and watched in surprise as I left. ****** "Oh shit, Claire, what have we done!" said Jana. "I—I don't know," said Claire. "I mean we didn't do anything. I thought you said he needed to have sex with you? Could it be something else? Could you have missed the signals?" "Ben!" they said at the same time. "I'm not sure," said Ben. "Jim is confused. Confused as you are. He thinks you don't love him, at least not as much as he loves you." "What are you talking about, you crazy oaf," said Claire. "Does this look like we don't love you two?" her hand swept down her body indicating her nakedness and Jana's and their clear willingness to be fucked." Ben snickered. "For a couple of pretty smart babes you two are sure acting like idiots. You don't look like loving wives you look like a couple of cheap ass hookers!" "What the fuck!" said Claire, smarting at the unexpected insult. "Ben, have you lost your mind!" "No. Jana, where does James like to go if he wants to unwind, have a drink, whatever," said Ben. "Uh, the Dog House. It's a sawdust joint about half a mile down the road. But why..." "You two just stay here—and get dressed. Neither he nor I are interested in fucking a couple of sluts; we, both of us, are looking for love. Try and understand that before we get back," he said. ****** Jana had been right. Entering the Dog House, Ben spotted James at the bar. He was downing some sort of brown whiskey not beer. He was clearly trying to get himself loaded. "Hi brother," said Ben coming up behind his quarry. "Oh hi, Ben. I guess they're pretty mad, huh?" "More shocked than mad I think. I told them to get dressed by the time we get back." "I'm not sure I'm going back. I'll need a bunch more of these before I can make that decision," I said. "Really?" "Yeah, I think so. When I saw them there—I started to get physically sick. They were treating us like one of their dates. I don't want to be a date, and I don't want them making the decisions for me about sex. It's all clear to me now. I need my wife not a femdom mistress. I know she's not going to go for that, so it's over. I think I've decided to file for divorce Monday." "Wow," said Ben. "That's heavy. Are you sure about this?" "No, I'm not sure. I love that woman with all of my heart, but she doesn't love me, not like I need at any rate." "I'm not sure you're right about that," said Ben. "I think our wives are acting stupid, but I am equally sure that they do love us and only us. They've just gotten caught up in the game and don't see a logical path to—what—adjust things so as to make them run smoother." "I don't know, Ben, I'm afraid I don't see it the same way you do," I said. "I think you would," he said, "if you had seen their faces not only when you left just now, but me too. I kinda laid it on them." "Oh?" "Yeah, I told them they were idiots for not realizing what they were doing and to get it together before we got back." I laughed. "You've got balls of brass, young man," I said. "Maybe I will go back with you. I really am curious to see how they react. But, before I do go back, if I do, I am going to have several more of these delightful cocktails." "What are those things, anyway?" said Ben. "Brandy manhattans," I said. "I got the next round," said Ben. Delighted to accommodate yuh," I said. ****** It was getting close to 10:00PM when Ben and I mounted the steps to my house. Drunk as skunks we were, but not too drunk to understand that what awaited us inside might not be all that pleasant. Staggering through the door arms around each other, we couldn't see a thing. The room was dark. There was not light in the kitchen, nothing. The lack of any sign of life sobered me a little. I looked at Ben. "The cars are out front," he said. "Unless they called a cab or something. They're here." I reached to turn on a light. Glancing around I saw a full sized sheets of loose-leaf paper taped above the fireplace. I went to it. "No," I said. "They got a ride from someone else. They're on a date." Ben's face fell as far as did mine. "That's it for me," I said. "I'm leaving her, and I'm doing it now." "James—" "Save it, Ben. This is a message, and I get it. I'm through." I headed upstairs. I grabbed a couple of suitcases from the walk-in and began loading them up with the things I'd need. I knew I'd have to come back at some point to get the rest, but Jana and I were quits. Heading back downstairs, Ben was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. He looked up when he heard me. "Ben, give my love to the girls, especially to Jana. But, tell her I can't do it anymore," I said. "I've decided that vanilla is going to be my flavor from now on. Call me ordinary." He nodded. I turned at the door. I could see he was hurting too. "You gonna be okay?" I asked. "Yeah, I guess. I don't have the balls to leave. If you need anything. Well, you know my cell." "Yeah," I said. And, I left. ****** Ben awoke to the sound of a car engine coming into the driveway at 2:00AM. He waited in the dark for the women to enter. They weren't alone. The brightness of the light caused him to squint from his makeshift bed on the couch. "Geezsus, that's bright," he said. "You boys go into the kitchen for a minute, okay," Claire's voice said. "We'll be along." Ben watched as two men, one black and one white disappeared into the kitchen. "Is James asleep upstairs?" said Jana, sounding a little miffed. "No, he's gone," said Ben. "Gone? Gone where?" said Jana. "Gone. He's leaving you. He made the decision when he read your note. I think he's filing for divorce on Monday." Jana was stunned. She looked at her sister. "Claire—I—" "Ben, did he say where he was going?" said Claire. "Haven't got a clue, and I'm not sure I'd tell you if I did." "Fuck! Sonovabitch! This wasn't supposed to happen. We were just tryin' to teach him a lesson," said Claire. "Well, you two idiots have. He gets it, Jana. You don't love him as much as you love your little lifestyle. He gets it and he doesn't like it. And as for you my idiot wife; well, I'm not all that sure that I won't be following in his footsteps. So if you have a brain in your pretty head, you'll send those two playmates you picked up back where they came from and sit down to talk—with me. Your choice." Claire stared at him with a shocked look on her face. He'd not used that tone of voice with her—well—ever! "Ben, what has gotten into you..." "Shut the fuck up, Claire. Either get rid of the riff-raff in there, or I'm leaving too. I'm not bluffing." The two women looked at each other. Jana nodded. The two of them went into the kitchen. There was some yelling, but the two frustrated men came storming out of the kitchen and left cursing as they did. He hadn't noticed until now, but he was taken with the sexiness of the two women's attire. "You look sexy, both of you," he said. "Ben, cut the crap. Tell us what's going on," said Claire. "James is hurting real bad, Jana. He came back with me, mostly against his better judgment; but I had gotten him to hoping things might be made right. Then, he found your note. Needless to say, it wasn't his idea of how to make things right. It may be too late now to get him to reconcile. "I can't believe you two fools actually tried to teach him a lesson by getting two more studs to come here and cuckold him, us, again. There just aren't words enough to describe how idiotic your idea was." "Ben, you've got to find him. I need to talk to him," said Jana. "He took a couple of suitcases with him. He'll be finding a place to stay for a few days at least. He said he'll be back for the rest of his stuff at some point, but he didn't say when. Jana, if he ever does agree to talk it out with you, you're going to have to be changing your positions on a lot of things. And, number one you better be a lot better listener than a talker if you have any sense left at all." Jana nodded and started to sob. "I've lost him, Ben. I've lost him. How could I be such a fool. Ben's right, Claire, this was a bad idea. Oh, I'm not blaming you; I'm just as responsible as you are." "Jana—I" "Claire, I'm going to bed. I need to be alone. You and Ben take the guest room as planned. We need to talk, but we'll do it in the morning. Hell, it already is morning. Well, later this morning," said Jana. She turned and went upstairs. Claire slumped into a chair across from her husband. "We thought—no I thought—that we could entice him back into the fold," said Claire. "Obviously there was more of a problem there than either Jana or I knew." "Obviously," said Ben, an edge of sarcasm in his tone. ****** I called Frank Sexton my new boss and told him I needed some time off due to some very difficult personal circumstances. He was understanding, and I got the week I needed to get things done and to think. The Market Street bed and breakfast was a small hotel on the outskirts of town, but was close enough to my new job that when I did get back, I'd be able to save a lot of time in the morning. It had the virtue of a country western bar and grill downstairs as well. I rented a third floor walkup and sacked out a soon as I arrived. Since it was Friday night, or actually the wee-smalls of Saturday morning, I didn't have to be at work again for a full nine days. I needed the time to think, drink, and brood. The morning sun shattered any thoughts I had of maybe sleeping in. My dreams hadn't been worth a damn anyway. I grabbed my watch from the night stand next to my bed. It was almost 7:00AM. I decided to get cleaned up and take a walk, have a look around. My look around took three hours. I just kept walking. I wasn't even thinking. I was just walking. As I returned, and neared the hotel, I remembered the bar. I decided to check it out. After all, it was likely going to be seeing a lot of me. I got to the door and the sign read that the place didn't open until 2:00PM. Fair enough, I would get something to eat, maybe shower, and then come back later on. The food in the little in-house restaurant wasn't bad. I had a hamburger and some wedge cut fries. I flirted with the waitress, Annabelle was her name, but she was somber and not returning my very out of practice advances. As I sipped my third cup of coffee of the day, I saw Annabelle arguing or something with a guy wearing a tie, apparently the owner. She left him in a huff and returned to the restaurant and began giving refills to the sparse crowd in attendance. "Got a problem," I said, smiling, as she poured the black elixir into my mug. I indicated the spot where she had been having it out with the man. She sighed. "No, the manager is pissed off at my brother. He's supposed to be here. He was paid to fix the in-house server and he hasn't shown up. Anyway, the boss is blaming me for lack of another target," she said. "Server?" "Yeah, that computer thingy. You know, a server for the computer thingy here." "Oh yeah," I said, "the computer thingy. Hey, maybe I can be of help. Wanna take me to your leader?" "You? You know computer stuff. Yeah, it's my job. I can take a look at it. I mean if it would save your brother and you some grief." "Okay, if you wanna try. The boss is real uptight about it. I don't give a damn about the things myself," she said. She led me into the back offices and introduced me to George, the owner operator of the establishment. Turns out that the he owns half a dozen places just like the one I was staying. The server was important because it coordinated activity between them all. It handled costs, buys, registrations and a dozen other things. With the server down, control was lost. Making of a Cuckold: The Sequel "James," I said, as Annabelle tried to introduce him to me. He showed me around and I saw his problem right away. It was almost too easy. I made a show of doing some heavy switching and software manipulation and had his system up and running in about twenty minutes. Needless to say my rent owed was zeroed out. Since I figured to be there for a week or more, the free rent more than made up for the exploitation of my genius. What it didn't make up for was my broken heart. For that I would need a talented bartender. I showed up at the bar at 2:00PM sharp. I had no more than finished my first Miller's than a woman, maybe forty-five or fifty, took the stool beside me. "Buy a girl a drink, mister?" she said. "Sure," I said. "Paula," she said. "James," I returned. "Here alone, James?" "Yeah, very," I said. She picked up on the very. "Wife problems?" I looked at her. Why I decided to unburden myself to her, I will never know. But, I did, and soon, and for the first time in many years, I found myself fucking a woman I was not married to. Turns out her husband left her, for a teeny-bopper—her words—and her situation was somewhat akin to mine. She was alone, and looking for answers at the bottom of a glass. She undressed for me and then she undressed me. She looked good. Slim, a few wrinkles, but otherwise smooth skin. She was also exceedingly adept at blow jobs. I don't know what her husband could have been thinking, but this was a jewel of a woman. I was reasonably sure that any woman under the age of thirty-five would be hard pressed to match her skills. When I went down on her she cried in gratitude. I, on the other hand didn't cry, but I did slurp and slobber a lot. She tasted great. We slept together that night cuddling and comforting each other in our respective misery. We went down to breakfast early and took our plates out on the porch, where a dozen tables waited. The morning chill was soon forgotten in our desire to talk. "So, do you have any plans to talk to her, James?" I looked at her. "I don't know. I suppose I will have to at some point. But, we are definitely not on the same page, and I'm at a place where compromise is not going to happen." "How about you, Paula? Any chance that your errant mate will figure out what he's lost, and if he does, would you take his cheating ass back?" "I doubt it. First, I am not willing to wait for him to discover that he's an idiot. And second he was pretty cruel to me. There are the kids of course. But they're grown and gone, so I don't know what I would gain by taking him back except a man who has shown just how disrespectful and untrustworthy he can be," she said. "Know the feeling." We talked for hours and I think it did us both some good. At least we were able to vent. She left for New York the following morning, her sister's place. As for me, I decided to hang out for a few days. ****** I knew that Jana would be looking for me, and it gave me some satisfaction that that was likely the case. She could sweat for a change. On Thursday, I told George, the owner, that I would be heading out. Arriving in town, I headed first for my lawyers. I had decided to set the wheels for divorce in motion. If by some miracle the marriage could be saved, we would have six months to end the proceedings, but I was not sanguine about our chances. After taking care of the legal stuff, I hit the bank and transferred half of our money into a new account at another bank. I went to motor vehicles and transferred the ownership of the Volvo to Jana. My Ford was already exclusively in my name. She could have the house, but no alimony. She worked and made pretty good money too, so that would not likely be an issue. I asked Jess, my lawyer, to have her served at work. He agreed. It was Thursday, and I knew she'd be at work. I took that opportunity to go back to the house and get the rest of my stuff. Walking in I saw the letter taped to the TV. She was hoping I would see it. "Jim, I was a fool. I haven't slept or eaten, not very much anyway, since you left. Please give me a chance, please. Call me at work or on my cell. Your loving wife, Jana." Short and sweet. I was tempted to call her. It had been hell every night thinking about her, but I decided to hold off calling until she was served. It would give me some extra torque in my talk with her "if" I discovered that there was going to be a chance for reconciliation. ****** Jana was sitting at her desk flipping her pencil around. She was listless and tired. Claire and Ben had hung around for a few days, but their jobs required that they got back. They had left the day before. The knock on her door broker her out of her reverie. She got up to answer it. "Mrs. Caulfield?" said the man in the charcoal suit and glasses. "Yes?" "You're served," he said, handing her a manila envelope. He turned on his heels and left without another word. There are times in life when one can still be alive, but physically, not be able to think, hear, feel, taste, do anything. The sensation rarely lastly long, but it is never forgotten once experienced. Jana experienced such an instance now. She knew what the envelope contained and she was stunned. It couldn't be happening. Her eyes started to well-up. The tears came, and then the sobs. Minutes later a coworker found her sitting on a bench in front of the building. She'd needed to get out, to get some air, to breathe. The sun was cooking her face, but she didn't seem to care. "Jana?" said her coworker. "Oh, Marsha I—" She broke down sobbing. "I've been such a fool." The two talked for some minutes before Marsha was able to get her to come inside and at least get out of the sun and heat of the day. On her way home, Jana made a decision. All of the plans and fun and wild sex and playing around that had been her goals, and for that matter James' as well, were done forever, over, finished. If she got the chance, she was going to apologize abjectly to her husband and try to build a new-old relationship with him based on their undeniable love for each other—if she got the chance. A chance seemed but a remote possibility at that moment, but she was going to do her best to work in that direction. She had hope, faint as it might be, she still had hope. ****** Saturday I called Ben. I wanted to meet with him. He was able to arrange coming down to the city. We planned to meet in town, not far from the house that Jana and I had shared for years until the blow up. "Drinks are on you," said Ben taking a seat in the booth across from me. "You got it," I said. "Well, you know why I called you." "Yes. And I can tell you a lot, but you really need to think over things before you decide. Those two women—mine as well as yours—are stricken," said Ben. "They know they blew it, and they will do almost anything to make it right with you." "I'm not doubting that you believe what you're saying, Ben. But, we've been down that road once already. What I'm saying is that if Jana thinks that I will be willing to compromise in this, in any part of it; then, she is going to find that she is sadly in error. Truth is, Ben, that I am not even sure I want to speak to her," I said. "But, tell me what you got." We spoke for an hour. Ben knew that Jana had been served and she had taken off from work and was staying with them. It seems that she was so devastated by the divorce papers that she couldn't function coherently. She and Claire had spent large parts of the last few days crying in each others' beer. "You really should call, Jana, one last time at least," said Ben. "You will have to anyway at some point. I say do it sooner rather than later. Man they're killing me with all of the cryin' and shoutin' at me, and even each other." "And you think that she'll listen rather than pull anymore shit?" I said. "Yes," said Ben. "Okay, tell her I will meet with her tomorrow, at our house." "Will do," said Ben. "And, Ben, let her know what I said to you here, okay. I don't want there to be any misunderstanding, Ben. There will be no compromise. Then first hint of anything that I consider unacceptable, I will up and walkout for good." "Got it," he said. "I'll let her know. I will call you to let you know the skinny." "That'll be good." I watched as he drove off. I decided to go home and relax. Tomorrow would be a full day. ****** I got up late and showered and dressed. Then, I took a walk in a nearby neighborhood park. Watching the kids playing and family setting up barbecues for lunch made me think about how Jana and I should be doing the same things. But, we weren't. We were well on our way to getting divorced. Everything, for us as a couple, depended on what would happen today. I had been home from my walk for no more than half an hour when I heard the car pull into the driveway. I went to the window and looked out. Jana exited the car and leaned back against it for a moment in thought. I could almost see her mental wheels turning. She headed up the steps and came in. She dropped her handbag on the little table next to the entrance and looked at me standing across the room from her. "Jim? I am so sorry." She started to cry. I went to her and led her to the couch and sat her down. "Is it too late to stop the divorce?" she pleaded. That was a question that I didn't want to answer, couldn't answer, until I got some answers of my own. "I don't know, Jana. I guess that's what we are meeting to find out," I said, finally. "Oh Jim, anything!" she said. "I'll do anything. Just don't divorce me." "Jana—would you like some water?" I needed her to calm down and get her to think rationally. I knew that she didn't want a divorce, but what I was going to require she might or might not go for, so I wanted to slow things down a bit to get some coherent, well thought out answers from her first, not merely emotional ones. "Yes, please," she said. I returned with the water and she downed in one gulp. She had to have been thirsty. I imagined that she had driven straight through without so much as stopping for a cup of coffee. "Feel better," I said. "Yes, thank you," she said. "Jim, it seems that I have misread what it was that you wanted and needed. I wanted to please you, give you what you wanted. I thought I had it all figured out. Claire and I, well, we were way off base, both when we were up at their place and last week when we foolishly thought we would teach you and Ben a lesson..." "Okay, Jana," I said interrupting her. "You are right those things were the straws that broke the camel's back. When you told me that there would be no sex for me ever again—well—I became frightened. I can't live like that, Jana. I need sex, and I need it all of the time and when I say, not just when you have the time for me," I said. "I understand that, Jim. I am such a fucking idiot. That day last week when Claire and I played whores to get you all stirred up and—serviced—we thought it would turn you on. We were not prepared for what you did." "Then why did you leave me and Ben that note that you were going out on dates whether we liked it or not. That killed my heart, Jana, and for the record, Ben wasn't exactly thrilled either." "We know that now. Of all of the stupid things we did; that had to have been our crowning achievement. I wouldn't be at all out of sorts if you were to take the belt to my ass the way I did yours that day. I deserve it, and I would be grateful if you did," she said. "What about sex with me, Jana? I need to hear you tell me what you are willing to do? I need to know now," I said. "Any time any place," she said. "No limits, not ever." "And what about our agreement about respecting me and not allowing insults or foul language if we were to invite another man into the scene?" I said. "Huh?" "I said, if we were to allow other men into our little group, what about following the rules that we had already agreed to?" "I thought—that—I thought that you didn't want to—you know—" "Jana, I never said I didn't want to be cuckolded. I said I didn't want to be insulted or otherwise disrespected. I can't believe that you don't get it. You know me. You know I mean what I say, always." She looked at me and watched me closely. "James, I don't want to blow this chance, if it is a chance, to save my marriage. I wasn't going to make any demands today or really ask any questions. Whatever you wanted was what I was willing to give. But, I do have one question still to ask. Is that okay?" "Yes." "Are you saying—you know—that you still want to be cuckolded? Did I hear you right?" "Yes, but with conditions and you know what they are," I said. "Ja—Jam—James—wow," she said softly. "I don't know how to react, James. I really don't. I'm afraid, James," she said. "Don't be afraid, Just tell me if you agree?" I said. Her tentative smile said it all. ****** It was almost 7:00PM and I was late. I was late because I wasn't sure if I even wanted to be there. Jana and I had made the decision to let other men have her, on occasion, and that I would be allowed to watch or not watch as I saw fit. I came into the kitchen and hesitated. I knew what I would find in the front room. I knew because I had just got off the phone with Jana ten minutes ago and she had told me. This was going to be the night. The rules were in place. The man—some guy named Bruce as I discovered later—was there; she'd found clerking in a supermarket. They were waiting on me. I walked into the room and Jana smiled at me. It was a smile right enough, but it was a worried smile. After all of the water that had recently passed under the proverbial bridge, she wasn't taking anything for granted. She would grant me my fantasy, and as time went on I would grant her hers, but only after we had both come to agreement for each future event as they occurred. She pointed at the wooden chair she had bought across the room from the couch that she and Bruce occupied. She said nothing, but rose up and followed me to it; she held a length of half-half inch hemp noose in her hand. I sat in the chair and she kissed me lightly on the lips; still no words passed between up. She slipped the noose over my head and around my neck tightening it to where I wasn't choking but to where it was quite effective in controlling me. She now secured it to the back of the chair allowing me very little freedom of movement. "Put your hand through the slats in the back of the chair," said Jana, her first words since I had arrived. I did as she said, and she handcuffed them behind me. She came around in front of me. She took my face in her hands and gently kissed me one more time. "I love you, my little cucky," she said. Picking up a strip of duct tape that had been loosely hanging from the nearby end table, she covered my mouth very completely. I wasn't going anywhere or saying anything for the next while. For his part, I could see that her lover, Bruce, was nervous. More nervous, if possible, than I was. I nodded in his direction almost imperceptibly, but he got it and nodded back; he didn't try to address me—so far so good, I thought. They were still fully dressed. Jana walked back to where Bruce sat waiting. He rose to meet here. They stood. She glanced back at me for a long moment, smiled, and turned back to Bruce embracing and kissing him. Breaking their embrace, Jana let her hands fall to her sides essentially allowing him free access to her. He reached out with his hand and touched her still clad breast. Jana's breathing picked up significantly. He turned her around and pressed against her backside. She was facing her bound and gagged husband, me. She read my eyes and the bulge in my pants. I was helpless to touch myself or to say or do anything at all. She let her tongue slowly, sensuously wet her lips while her lovers hands explored her body. Bruce began unbuttoning her blouse from behind having to feel his way as he searched for the buttons, but loving the challenge of it. At odd times he would glance at the me seated and vulnerable but eight feet from them. Her blouse open, Bruce peeled the garment from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor; Jana's arms still dangled at her sides; she was totally submissive to the man behind her. Bruce loosed her bra and let it fall too. He reached around and massaged her breasts and nipples. He had clearly been coaches as to how to bring me husband to a high state of excitement. The interesting thing about it was; that Bruce, at least so far had not done anything to insult or cause the man in the chair, me, to not want to be there. I watched the couple, now. He had her blouse and bra off and had gone to his knees to remove her skirt and panties. Jana's barren pussy was soooo beautiful. My cock throbbed, needing release, but I was cuffed and collared and unable to do anything; it was pure torture, but extremely erotic too. She turned him around and his hands fell to his sides. She got the message and began to undress him. In a trice he was as naked as she. She went to her knees and reached for his what had to be ten-inch pole. I stared. His dwarfed mine. Jealously began to consume me. I was a willing cuckold and humiliated beyond belief seeing his dick swaying in front of her face as she prepared to lick and suck it. Which she now proceeded to do. They were profile to me and I watched enviously as his head jerked back in pleasure as she fucked her own mouth. She stopped periodically to lick him and suck his balls into her mouth. She pulled back stroking his cock a few time; she glanced over at me. She could well see that I wasn't so much as blinking. She smiled a question at me: "was I okay?" her smile asked. I nodded her to go on. She rose they embraced. "Take me doggy-style, okay Bruce?" "You got it babe," he said. She came to my chair and placed her hands of the arms, leaning forward and pushing her butt back and spreading her legs so as to be able to accommodate the assault on her steaming pussy. She was staring into my eyes with her face but inches from mine as Bruce began to press into her from behind. "Oh, it feels so good, my cucky. It feels so good. He is so big and thick. Ugghh," she said, as he thrust all the way to the hilt in her. "Fuck! Oh, my gawd! that hurts," she screamed into my face. "Oh my, he's all the way into my pussy and pushing against my cervix. Oh shit!" He began screwing her and her eyes glazed over in pleasure as she got used to his huge cock. "I'm totally surrendering to him, James. He is mastering me, James. I have no choice. Oh shit! Oh shit! I'm cummmmmming!" She shook so hard that her forehead banged into mine and my eyebrow spurted blood. She looked with fear at the cut. I just waved her off with my head telling her with my movements not to worry, the blood leaving a trail down the side of my face. He took her missionary style next, then with her legs high on her shoulders as he filled her for the third and final time. They lay together exhausted for some minutes. They talked quietly and so softly that I couldn't hear. But it was obvious she was thanking him for a very good screwing. ****** Bruce left with not a word to me, probably under orders from Jana. She smiled at me as she came back into the room after letting him out. She was still naked and cum dripped down her leg obscenely. She left me bound and gagged until she took her shower. Returning from her bath she peeled the tape from my mouth. I breathed better now. "Are you okay, baby?" she said. "Yes, but my cock is throbbing," I said. She laughed and came to me uncuffing me and untying the noose that held me fast to the back of the chair. She told me to get down on my knees, and holding the long end of the rope like a leash, she walked me as her doggie to the bed. She sat on the edge and pulled me between her spread knees. "Bruce left a present for you, cucky. Now, do your duty." I didn't have to be told twice. I licked and sucked and licked some more. I couldn't get enough. I tried to touch myself several times, but she told me to get my hands away from there until she said I could. Making of a Cuckold: The Sequel It was no less than thirty minutes later that she removed the noose from me. She made me stand and remove my clothes. "Husband, James, it's time for you to make love to me. And, I don't mean just fuck me." "Oh yeah," I said, about as enthusiastically as I ever said anything. And so I did. Bruce was invited back several times over the next months. Then, another big dicked lover replaced him. Jana never tired of coming up with ways to excite me. Ben and Claire were brought into the mix. Ben got the same deal from Claire that I had gotten from Jana. The future looked bright.