4 comments/ 39943 views/ 11 favorites The Making of a Cuck By: Schaka Ann and Hank are 20+ year friends of mine. They are white, mid 50's, empty nesters. The wife had been a kindergarten teacher for years. Ann was a full figured red head. Ann was about 5'5", 150-160. She was about a 38C with hips to match. Hank was the owner of a small business. He was a big Irish guy. He was about 6'4", 240 lbs. with the pronounced gut and the florid face of the heavy drinker. They are friends of my ex-wife. The friendship with them had outlasted the marriage, but that is another story. The glue that held us together was Hank and I love of golf and pro football. Even after my divorce, he continued coming by to watch football. Once a month or so we would play golf and he would make his contribution to my entertainment fund. He was an enthusiastic but marginal golfer. When he teed it up, the ducks would move to the safe spot in the center of the fairway! Occasionally one or the other of us would invite the other by for dinner. Ann fancies herself a pretty good cook. So do I. Four or five times a year we would have a "cook off". We would choose a menu and each of us would prepare one of multiple courses for our many friends. Over the years I watched move from social drinkers to alcoholics. It was a gradual thing. First there would be a glass of wine with dinner. Then it became a couple of bottles with dinner. And let me admit right up front, I did nothing to discourage it. Hell I drank with them! But A few years back they got in the habit of getting drunk and fighting. It probably started at their home. But it became a very public thing. The dinners stopped as others in our little circle shied away from them. There may be a morbid fascination with watching a train wreck, but you don't want to be on the train. But I hung in. They had been through a lot with me. I owed it to them to stand with them. Perhaps I could help. If nothing else I would be there to help my friends pick up the pieces. But my role of ad hoc marriage counselor transitioned to referee. Perhaps it was inevitable. Perhaps I should have seen it coming. But I truly valued their friendship. They began using my house as the neutral corner. They would fight and then one of them would come by my house. At first I saw myself has a friend who was providing them a place to cool off. But it became intrusive. Ann in particular became a problem. They would get drunk and fight. Ann would drive to my place in whatever she was wearing at the moment. She had come by in everything from loose fitting jersey shorts and a tee shirt to a nightgown. Usually she would pass out on my couch after complaining loudly about her husband. More than once I had to cover up as her hairy pussy was on display. Eventually I had a heart to heart talk with Hank. I explained that I wasn't going to be the ad hoc marriage counselor anymore. In particular I told him about his wife's pussy being on display. I explained that friends or not, something could happen. He was totally indifferent. "It would serve her right, he said, We ain't fucked in months." "TMI, Hank, Too much information!" "I really didn't give a fuck, he said." Weeks pass. One night about 1 a.m., the doorbell rings. I sleep raw. So I slipped on a robe and answered the door. There was Ann, dead drunk and leaning against my door sill. All she had on was a tee shirt and panties. She pushes pass me, heads to the fridge and gets a beer. I tried to take it from her. There was a brief tussle and the beer split over both of us. Her wet tee shirt was transparent. Her 38C had slight sag but she was in pretty good shape for a 50+ woman. She had a slight belly pooch. Her legs were full and well formed. Her ass was full and hadn't developed that older woman sag. Her reddish hair was streaked with grey. Beneath that shock of hair were these startling green eyes. All on all, she was not a bad looking woman. My robe was also soaked. I pulled it off. She stood weaving, looking at my nakedness. I was pissed and really didn't give a shit about her seeing me naked. This had to stop. I called Hank and told him to come get his wife. His slurred words told me he was drunk also. He mumbled something about fuck her, let the bitch stay there. I yelled at him to come and get her and hung up the phone. She was stumbling toward my couch, intending to sit down in her beer soaked tee shirt and panties. I grabbed her. Angrily, I stripped off her shirt and panties. It then occurred to me that we were both naked. I grabbed another robe for me. I was looking for something to put on her when the doorbell rang. It was her husband. He went straight to the fridge and grabbed a beer, seemingly oblivious to his naked wife. He and I get into a shouting argument about her, them and our friendship. While we argued, she passed out on the couch naked. He stumbled, nearly fell and sat on my lounger. It occurred to me that neither of them should be driving. Resigned to having two drunks as house guests, I sat on the arm of the couch. His wife was flat of her back snoring. Her legs were gapped open and her naked pussy was pointed at me. A half formed thought entered my head. Maybe a little shock therapy might help. I lifted her legs and slid onto the couch with her legs in my lap. Bleary eyed, Hank watched me. "Wha cha doin', he slurred?" "You don't give a shit about her. Drink your beer and watch." I leaned over, grabbed a tit and lightly bit her nipple. She stirred and made a weak motion to push me away. He tried to get up but fell back in the lounger. "Wha ya doin', Hank asked drunkenly?" "Shut up and watch. This looks like some pretty decent pussy!" I took her other nipple in my mouth. I grabbed it with my teeth and pulled on it. Again she tried to push me away. I sat up and started rubbing her pussy while I talked to him. "You say you don't give a fuck. Maybe I should get some of this pussy!" I eased my finger into her pussy. I slowly began finger fucking her, letting my thumb rub her clit. Hank watched slack jawed. There was a bulge in his pants. At first she tried to push my hand away. Then she began a slow humping motion. She was getting wet. "You need to think about a stranger finding her drunk like this and abusing her." He listened but was watching me intently. I used my thumb to rub her clit while I added a second finger to her pussy. She was moaning loudly now and humping my fingers. I could see he had a whiskey hard on watching me use his wife of 30 years, watching her get finger fucked by his black buddy. Ann was bucking against my fingers. At first she would grab my hand and try to push me away. Eventually she held my hand against her hairy pussy, forcing it deeper in her wetness. For a late 50's woman, she was incredibly wet. The grey tinged reddish brown hair of her pussy was matted with her secretions. "Stop it, he screamed!" He assayed standing again and fell to his knees. The alcohol slowed his reflexes. It prevented him from mentally comprehending or physically reacting quickly "Leave my wife alone, you black bastard!" "You said you didn't give a shit so why worry! See how wet she is, Hank?" Ann's ass had lifted off the couch. He body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. She sounded like an old car trying to start, uh, uh, uh, uh came out of her mouth. Hank was crying, tears streamed down his face. He pleaded with me to stop. He was trying to crawl to us but was too drunk. Ann came violently. Her legs and arms thrashed about as though she was having a seizure. Her head rocked back and forth. He body was covered in sweat. Her mouth was open and saliva ran freely out of her mouth and down her cheeks. My hand was soaked in her juices. Hank collapsed face down on the floor. He bawled like a baby. "Oh god no, no!...please...stop! Ann....Ann....you ok, baby? You bastard, you fucking bastard!" I stood. My dick was so hard it hurt. My little object lesson had me incredibly aroused. I could feel and hear the pulse of my blood in my ears. What the fuck was I doing? Ann lay wide legged, her pussy oozing juice onto my couch. Her eyes were unfocused. She was breathing heavily and sweating profusely. Hank was a hulking mass of crying, sweating flesh on my floor. He struggled to get to his feet. He got unsteadily to his knees. I grabbed an arm and pulled him to his feet. Emotion scudded across his face like storm clouds. His fists were balled as though to hit me. I saw anger, confusion, and yes, lust. I looked down and his cock formed a small tent in his jeans. I ordered him to grab Ann's arm. He looked from me to Ann. We pulled her to her feet. She stood wide legged, swaying slightly. Her mouth was partially open. Ann's eyes were unfocused. As though some signal triggered our actions, Hank and I looked at her pussy. Her thighs were wet with her cum. It was beginning to run down her thighs. Her bush was soaked and matted. He was drunk and little help. But we finally got her to the bedroom. I left them there and went to my room. After a few minutes of guilt I dozed off. The next morning I was fixing breakfast when they both came down. They both looked terrible. He was dressed as he was the night before. The rumpled look said he had slept in his clothes. She had on a robe I had left for her. Over breakfast I told her what had happened. She was at first shocked, then angry and finally embarrassed that she had allowed herself to be used like that. As we talked my robe, which was way too big for her, exposed her tits to almost the nipple. She would pull it together; it would fall open again. I noticed him watching me. His expression was unreadable. They left in one car, promising to pick up the other later. It was Saturday. I puttered around the house. I did the laundry, including her beer soaked panties and shirt. I put them on the front seat of her car. I dozed off during the afternoon. When I woke up, her car was gone. Sunday he called and asked if I was watching the football game. He brought a 12 pack and a quart of rum. Half way through the game, the 12 pack and the rum, he brought up Friday night. "Look, I stepped over the line, I said, I am sorry!" "We fucked Saturday, he blurted, it was the first time in months!" They were good friends so I applauded. He reddened and said we talked about what you did and we both got so hot we couldn't help ourselves. I didn't see either of them for the next few weeks. My travel schedule kept me busy and out of town. Then one evening I was watching TV when the doorbell rang. It was both of them. They had brought beer and rum. She was wearing sweat pants, a shapeless tee shirt and flip flops. He dressed similarly. After watching some old movies, I suggested some porn. They agreed. I popped in a DVD of cuckolding. At first she was on the lounger and he shared the couch with me. We kept up a running commentary about the movie. At some point she moved to the couch between us. I noticed that she was rubbing his thigh. We were part way through the rum and beer when she put her other hand on my thigh. I turned to both of them "What's up?" I asked. They both colored deeply. They began to try to explain. I had a good idea what was going on. I adopted the dom role. I pointed at the lounger and ordered him to it. He was confused but did it. "Let me explain how this goes. You were both turned on by what happened. But it's a life style, not a game. If we proceed, I call the shots...no questions asked!" There was a silence as they looked at each other. I grabbed a hand full of her hair. "No, bitch,look at me. All he wants is to see you used." They were both shocked at the roughness of my speech. I freed my dick from my pants. I pushed her head down until her mouth touched it. I glanced at him. He was entranced. Sweat stood out on his forehead. One hand was stroking his dick through his pants. She licked tentatively at my dick. I forced it deep in her mouth gagging her. I pulled her head back. "Is this was what you want?" She nodded. "Strip!" I said. She quickly shucked her clothes. She knelt and took my dick in her mouth. She was more eager than talented. I looked at her husband. He had his dick out stroking it. He was average, easily 5 or 6". "You are not to touch her tonight. She is my whore!" He nodded. I fingered her ass while she sucked. Her big ass moved rhythmically as she devoured my dick. As I finger fucked her she started to moan. "Don't you dare cum, I said, I'll tell you when you can!" I stopped fingering her. She groaned and sucked me hungrily. I looked at him stroking. His hands were covered in his precum. The purple head was barely peeking out between his fingers. "Is this what you talked about, me using your wife while you watched?" His head bobbed. "Yes, he said." I grabbed her hair and pulled her off my dick. "Here's the deal, I said, you get to watch me fuck her. I will fill her pussy with my seed. Then she and I will sleep in my room and you will sleep in the guest room." He stopped stroking. "Look, he said, I'm not sure if...." I cut him off. "Then you two should leave." I stood, pull my pants up and began tidying the room. His wife was still on her knees naked. She looked at him. "Please Hank!" I could see the conflict on his face. He was wrestling with it. Sex play was ok, but to have his wife sleeping with me while he was just down the hall was a crisis. "Maybe I'll go home and she can stay if she wants." he said. Before she could answer, I jumped in. "No, you both stay!" He was sweating profusely. He started to get up. "No, she said, we both will stay. Please Hank!" He paused. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. Finally he nodded. I ordered him back to the lounger. He sat down heavily. I pushed the coffee table closer to the lounger and ordered Ann to kneel over it. I shucked off my clothes. "Tell Hank what you want!" I demanded. She colored deeply, first looking at Hank, his dick sticking rigidly out of his pants. Then at me, standing naked above her, my dick wet with her saliva and dripping pre cum. "I want you to fuck me." She said quietly. "No goddammit, I hollered, tell your husband." An edge of fear tinged with lust crept over her face. Hank was bug eyed watching her as she made a decision that would change the very nature of their 30 year marriage. "Hank, she said, I want him to fuck me." Hank was sweating profusely. His tongued darted across his lips repeatedly. His eyes flicked from me to Ann. He nodded. "No Hank! Say it. Say please fuck my wife." "Please fuck my wife!" He gulped. I knelt behind her, positioning my dick at her shiny wet opening. "Say it again!" "Please fuck my wife!" He shouted, lust contorting his face. I rammed my dick hard and deep in her in one thrust. "Ahh fuck!" she screamed, thrusting back hard to meet my thrust into her married pussy. I smacked her ass hard. "Tell your husband who good it feels." She groaned pushing back hard and rotating her ass on my thrusting dick. I long dicked her, pulling out until just the head was in, then thrusting in. Sometimes it was hard long thrust bottoming out on her cervix. Other times I slid in slowly but completely, wiggling my hips slightly. "Hank, I......" She dropped her head. I reached down and grabbed a handful of her greying red hair. "Bitch, look at him and say it!" She looked up at Hank. "Hank, I have never felt so full. It's like I am going to burst. It hurts but the pain is soooo good!" Hank groaned while stroked madly. Her face was less than a foot from his dick. "Don't you dare touch his dick!" I ordered. Ann moaned. Her thrusts back against me took on an urgency, a madness as she succumbed to her need. I could feel the beginnings of her pussy contracting. I pulled out completely. "Don't you dare cum, you married slut! "Don't you dare! I will tell you when to cum. That goes for you too, Hank." Hank stopped stroking. His cock bobbed reflexively. The head of his cock was purple and covered in the shining fluid of his pre cum. Ann screamed in frustration. From her ass to her head her body undulated. Her pussy oozed her secretions. "Hank, tell me you want me to fill your wife's pussy with my seed!" He was a mess! His tee shirt was soaked in sweat. His sweat pants were around his knees and spotted with his pre cum. Sweat poured off his face and dripped from his chin. His eyes betrayed his lust and a hint of hate. His wife of 30 years was being fucked by his black friend. He was being made to watch but couldn't touch her. Now he was being told to say he wanted another man's sperm in his wife's love canal. He hated me for the humiliation. He hated her for letting it happen. But what he hated most was that it was the most incredible sight he had ever seen. He hated himself for enjoying it so much. "Fill my wife's pussy with your seed!" He said. "Ann, tell Hank you want me to fill your pussy with my black seed!" Ann didn't hesitate. "Fill me up! I want my pussy to overflow with your sperm. I want it to fill ever crack and crevice of my pussy!" I grabbed handful of greying red hair "Whose pussy?" Her face contorted in lust, a leer curled the edges of her lips, her ass twisted and turned in anticipation, Ann looked her husband in the eye and said: "It's your pussy! Fill your pussy with your baby fluid!" I thrust hard and deep into her. Repeatedly I long dick fucked her, pulling all the way out and then pounding back hard into oozing, spasming pussy. I smacked her ass hard several times. I could see the red outline of my hand on her fat ass. With each smack her urgency increased, her wantonness grew. This married white wife and mother was giving herself up to sex. The pace quickened. Ann's head rocked up and down. She pounded her big ass pounded back hard against me. It rippled as I pounded her back. The air was filled with the slap of flesh on flesh. The sloshing of her pussy was a back drop to moans and groans of uninhibited fucking. She screamed as she came. Her pussy convulsed spasmodically then gripped my dick like a vice. I was ready and forced myself deeper into her tightening pussy. I came hard and long, gripping her hips and pulling her to me to meet each spurt of cum, forcing it deep in her love channel. She dropped exhausted to her belly. The sibilance of our breathing filled the air. Then Hank came. He groaned and shot a load on the back of her head, just missing me. His cum arced through the air, hitting Ann's head and back. She rolled to her back and the last spurts hit her sizeable tits. We were all exhausted. The smell of sweat and sex filled the air. I stood and pulled her up. "Let's go to bed." I said. Docilely they followed me to my bedroom. I lay down on my back. "You both have one more job to do. Lick me clean!" Ann knelt between my legs and started to lower her head to my crotch. Hank stood transfixed and defiant. "No fucking way I'm licking your dick!" I grabbed Ann's hair, preventing her from licking my cum covered dick. She moaned softly. "Please, baby, for me!" "Ann you have lost your fucking mind if you think I am going to lick his dick!" "Fun's over then." I said swinging my legs out of the bed. "Wait....wait!" Ann cried. Hank spun on his heels and started out of my bedroom. "You can stay your slut ass here tonight." He growled. "I'll send someone for my clothes." Ann said quietly. Both Hank and I were shocked. But he spoke first, eloquently. "What?" Helen continued. "All we have done for years is fight and get drunk, get drunk and fight! You go off with your buddies to watch football or play golf and get drunk." The Making of a Cuck Hank sputtered trying to reply. She held her hand up stopping him. I realized that I was a spectator in this tableau and kept my mouth shut. "We finally find something we can do together. Now your ass won't do you part. You came like you used to when we were kids!" She turned, showing her cum streaked hair and back. "You did this, Hank, you did it." Fear and anger played a hard game to see which would control his face. Fear won! "Look, he said, I just.....can't...I couldn't...I mean once in college. But...what will people say? What would you two think of me?" I stayed in the role of interested spectator. But I did lie down on the bed. "Baby, people won't know because we won't tell them. And we both will know how much you love your wife!" With that she knelt between my legs. Our juices were rapidly drying on my dick. She licked hungrily and looked back at Hank. He stood uncertainly at the foot of the bed. Ann ran her tongue sensuously up and down my hardening shaft. Suggestively, she offered my dick to him. A mask of fear controlled his face. It was contorted and uncertain. His eyes were narrowed; his hands alternatively made fists and unclenched. I wondered where the fear was coming from; was it fear of doing it or fear of liking it. He lay down on the other side of me. He didn't meet my eyes. Instead he watches Ann lick my hard shaft like it's a large black licorice stick. Again she offers my dick to him. His head drops and he stares at the mattress. "You had better hurry or there won't being left, Ann says wickedly as she deep throats my pole, have some baby....for me!" Hank scoots closer. Ann's head bobs slowly up and down on my rigid dick. She pulls it out of her mouth and pushes it toward Hank. He takes a tentative lick. Teasingly, she pulls my dick away. "Save some for me!" she pouts. She starts at my balls and licks the underside of my dick to the tip, her tongue fully extended. She offers my dick to Hank. He repeats her licking action and ends with a kiss on the head of my dick. They took turns, licking and sucking me. Ann was better but Hank was catching up to her. "I am going to cum, I announced, who gets it?" Ann bobbed up and down hungrily, greedy to be the one. My butt was clenching and unclenching. I could feel myself ready to pop. As I came, Ann took the first spurts. Then she stuffed me into her husband's mouth. I finished in his mouth. I watched as they shared the job of licking the last drops from my slit. They kissed with my dick just below their lips, sharing my cum. Then they each kissed the head of my dick and lay back on the bed, exhausted. "The guest room, Hank, she's mine tonight!" Quietly, he got up. Still fully dressed in his sweat clothes, he walked down the hall to the guest room. Ann curled up behind me. We slept like this, spoon fashion with her behind me. I woke to the sun streaming in the window. What a night, I thought, what a fucking night! Ann was face down next to me snoring loudly. I smacked her ass. She awoke with a start. "Go get your husband. I need a shower!" I watched her swing out of the bed and pad naked out of the room. Her large ass moved seductively. Like two little boys wrestling, I thought with a laugh. I spread several towels on the floor of the bathroom. It was a fairly large room. I placed a chair directly in front of the shower. I turned on the water and adjusted it to a warm-hot setting. They walked in together, Ann leading the way. "Have a seat, Hank!" I took Ann's hand and led her into the shower, leaving the shower door open so Hank had a good view. She squealed a little as the needle spray I like hit her. I adjusted to something more comfortable. I took a sponge and sprayed body wash on it. I soaped her tits and belly. I moved down and took my time soaping her pussy. She braced herself against the wall and gapped her legs slightly. Hank had taken off my robe and was slowly stroking his dick. I had his wife turn around, facing the wall. She moaned softly as I soaped her ending again by rubbing her pussy. "Ask me to fuck her, Hank!" He stroked his cock slowly. Ann turned to look at him. Her mouth puckered in a kissing motion. "Please fuck my wife!" I entered her slowly from behind. We had a lazy fuck while the water streamed across us. Hank added a load to the water soaked towels. Later I fixed breakfast. We chatted while we ate. I explained the rules. He could never fuck her when I did. I would never fuck her unless he was there. I told him from now on, when I came in her, he would be expected to lick her clean. He balked at first. But he has come to enjoy his role. About once a month, either they come by or I go there. He is allowed to watch me fuck her. They always talk to each other while I fuck her. Hank has become enthusiastic about his clean up chores. He is eager to clean us both up. Ann and I have a friendly competition about who he does first. They still drink heavily but their sex lives have improved. He and I still watch football. Occasionally we golf. He has suggested the three of us take a vacation. She and I would go as the married couple and he would be the friend. We are planning where now. The Making of a Cuckold I was ordered to sit and write this story, while he and his buddy fucked my wife in the bedroom. "We'll be done in a couple of hours, and I expect it to be done when we are." So here I sit, completely humiliated, with a rock hard cock in my hand, listening to my neighbor and some unnamed friend of his fuck my wife silly in the next room. Alicia and I moved out west three months ago to start our new life. I knew she was a slut when I married her three years earlier; that was one of the things I liked best about her. We've had a few experiences outside of our marriage, with both guys and women, but when we got here things became very different. The third weekend after we arrived, Alicia was out shopping, and came across an email from my cousin to her. He was talking about how much he missed fucking her while he'd been helping us move, and couldn't wait to come for a visit. I was shocked. I had hired him to help us pack and that little bastard had been working in my house for two weeks before we left. Apparently, they had been fucking while I was paying him to pack our stuff! When I thought back to that time, I knew it was all true and that I had just ignored the clues. I felt so humiliated that she would do it with a member of my family especially when we had discussed how family (and especially him) was off limits. After she got home that day I confronted her. That's when I saw a side of Alicia I didn't know existed. She looked me straight in the eyes, "Listen Steve, I'm going to fuck whoever I want, whenever I want, and you're going to deal with it or I'm out of here. You'll never find another slut like me. I know you love it, and I know you're a cuckold, so shut the fuck up about it." She was right on all counts, but, "Why did you do it with my cousin, for Christ sake? Now my entire fucking family will know you're a slut and think I'm a fucking wimp" I cried almost in hysterics. "You are a fucking wimp" she responded calmly. Alicia pulled down her pants, "and just to prove my point you're going to suck all of Brett's cum from my pussy." Alicia easily pushed me down to the floor on my back. "Brett? Our rich neighbor with the bi house down the street? The guy with three kids and a pregnant wife?" I was shocked. "That's right" she said as she straddled my face pinning my arms under her legs. "He's more of a man than you'll ever be. His cock is twice as big as yours and he can last twice as long!" She spread her pussy lips and I saw thick white cum begin dripping out of her. "Now open your mouth nice and wide," she ordered as she lowered her bare pussy covering my nose and mouth. "Now lick and suck me clean, baby!" I felt her push, and a gush of come mixed with her juices filled my mouth. "He waved me over to his driveway this morning and invited me in for a beer. He said everyone else in the house was gone for the day and he was hoping we could talk and get to know each other." I swallowed the salty bitter goo that had been forced into my mouth thinking of the guy who it had belonged to. Brett was at least 40, 15 years older than Alicia and me. He was tall, extremely hansom, and built like a body builder. Alicia sat down further on my face making it hard for me to breath. "I agreed to the beer and then he gave me this wicked grin that made my pussy wet before turning and walking into the house. I followed knowing exactly what we were going in for. He led me to the kitchen and handed me a beer from the fridge. He stood really close to me and GOD he's so tall and strong. I obviously scanned his body from head to toe." "'Do you like what you see?' he asked me." "'Looks good so far', I told him. Without another word he took my beer and put his big hands around my waist then simultaneously pulled my shirt and bra off over my head. Of course, I offer no resistance and my hard nipples gave away my excitement. That's when I noticed how huge the bulge was in his pants. "He pulled his shirt off over his head exposing his hairless well defined chest. 'Take off my pants,' he ordered. I wasted no time undoing his belt buckle and letting his pants drop to the floor. 'I could tell you were a slut the first time I laid eyes on you,' he told me as I stroked his ever growing cock. 'And GOD you are so gorgeous, I've been waiting to get you alone for weeks.' I dropped to my knees and worked his huge cock and balls with my hands and mouth. Soon he pulled me up and almost tore my pants off. He easily lifted me onto the kitchen table and slowly slid his big cock into me, and baby, I got to tell you that it felt way too good. We've been fucking me for the last three hours all over his house and in every conceivable position." Alicia stopped long enough to come smothering me in more of her juices and pushing her pussy hard into my face. "At one point he was fucking me doggy style on his bed and he asked me what you'd think of me being in this position with him. I told him that we have an understanding and that you wouldn't mind, and in fact that you would probably enjoy it. He ask me if you were a cuckold. I told him that you were and he said, 'Good, then I'll bring the family over for lunch on Saturday, around twelve, and make sure he cooks.'" She stood up quite satisfied, "I'm going to take a shower and relax, and you my love, have some grocery shopping to do. By the way, his family is never to know about this!" Alicia left me wet and lying on the floor and I realized my life was about to change, but I had no idea just how much. The next day my stomach was tied in knots, "how could I let her treat me so badly?" kept repeating in my head. But in my heart I knew that my dick was in control and so by the end of the day I had decided to let it play out and see what happened. Saturday morning Alicia prepared for our guests with a long hot bath, having me shaving her body bare, and then giving her a long massaging with lotion. I made sure her young skin was silky smooth before wearing a sexy strapless sundress with nothing underneath. After that I prepared by shopping for the food, getting it ready, and cleaning the house. As I prepped in the kitchen Alicia sat at the table, not allowing me to touch her, and masturbated. At one point, as I was marinating the chicken and Alicia was cramming her dildo deep inside her, she instructed me to make sure I gave his wife a tour of the house by herself, so, when Brett asked me to show him the house, I was to pass him off to her to give the tour. "Do you understand?" she asked harshly. "Yes, I understand." I replied staring back at the beautiful wet pussy I wasn't being permitted to play with. When they arrived, Brett, a massive guy at 6' 4", made himself right at home, kicking back on the patio with a beer, Alicia and his kids. Stacy, his wife, and I got to know each other while we worked in the kitchen preparing the meal. She was beautiful, very nice, very pregnant, and obviously had no idea her husband and my wife were fucking. As planned, I gave her a tour of our house. Soon we all had had lunch and their kids had run off somewhere. "Steve," Brett said, "I've never had the official tour of your house. Why don't you show me around?" My heart jumped into my throat, "Uh, sure...but let me clean up a little first. Or...Alicia, you could show him around." "I help you," Stacy kindly offered. Alicia led Brett off the deck starting in the backyard. I thought I was going to throw up I felt so nervous and guilty that I was helping he husband two time on her. Stacy and I made small talk while she handed me the dishes to dry. From our place at the kitchen sink we watched as Alicia slowly led Brett through her garden pointing out all her plants and flowers. My heart was racing fast when I caught myself mindlessly rubbing my hard cock against the kitchen counter. When they disappeared around the corner of the house I almost passed out. I dropped a dish and it crashed in the sink. "Are you OK?" Stacy asked me. "I'm sorry," I said trying to regain my composure. "It just slipped." Then one of her boys came running into the house screaming something about his brother beating him up back at their house. Stacy tried to calm him down but with little success. She politely excused herself telling me she would be back soon and went to her house to deal with the kids. I took this opportunity to try to discover what was going on between the lovers and quietly crept through the house to locate them. As I approached the bedroom my breathing was horribly erratic, I had never felt such fear and anxiety. I could hear Brett through the door quietly talking to her as I slowly and silently pushed it open just enough to look in. I glanced in and could only see Alicia's sundress in a pile on the floor, so I knew she was completely naked. I could hear Brett, "Oh baby, you are so good at that! Oh yeah...just like that...I want to cum all over your face." As the door opened further Brett come into view. He was standing in the middle of the room without pants, and Alicia was right, he was in really great shape. His ass was completely shaved and was probably the best looking ass I'd ever seen on a man, really round and firm. I pushed my head around the door just far enough to see Alicia on her knees sucking on one of the largest cocks I'd ever seen. Now I've had a few of bi experiences in the past, but, they infrequently lived up to my expectations. However, the sight of Brett's perfect body and that huge cock made my cock throb just a little. I watched undetected for several minutes as he continued encouraging her at her task. Then I looked up at Brett's face and he was looking right at me smiling. "Do you like what you see?" he asked. I nodded my head, "Well come here and get a closer look at your wife sucking my cock." I stood beside him and my heart was pounding in my throat. I watched Alicia as she licked the shaft up and down from his balls to the head of his cock. Then she cupped the head gently in her mouth and bobbed back and forth over the head. My cock was straining to be sucked just like that so I started to undo my pants. Brett put his large arm around me, "Put that little thing away, she's working on me right now, but keep watching how much your wife likes to suck on my big cock." I was stunned! I stammered trying to protest, but he gave me a little shake with his massive arm, "Man, I think we are going to be best friends, Steve" he smiled. "I can see we're going to be spending a lot of time together. Oh, Yeah! Faster, baby!" When hearing that he planned to spend more time with us, Alicia had gone into a furious cock sucking frenzy engulfing almost half his cock. She was even choking on it which only served to make more lubricating drool. I'd never seen her suck cock with such enthusiasm and I watched in disbelief as she jerked the base of his huge cock with her hands and bobbed as quickly as she could up and down the other half of his shaft. Brett moved his hands in front of me and took hold of both of my wrists. He then put one of my hands on his ass and the other on his hairless balls, "Squeeze my ass and pull on my balls, I love the way it feels when I come." I started to move away but he held me firmly in place. "I hear you're into men, Alicia tells my you've sucked cock, ah... how many times?" Alicia put up two fingers, "Two times" he said. I felt totally betrayed by my wife. "How's he doing Alicia?" Brett asked. She put her hand on my hard cock, then gave him a thumbs up and went back to work. "You see Steve, this isn't so bad" he said putting his hands behind his head. I didn't understand why this humiliation and betrayal was getting me so turned on, or why his body felt so good in my hands. "I'll be coming over here on a regular basis to have your wife. You don't mind do you, Steve?" I looked down at Alicia and she gave me a look that told me I had better say yes, so I nodded my head in defeat. "Good" he sighed as his eyes role back. "I'll have to bring some of my friends over to meet you two" he added, "They'll really like you guys ..." Brett pulled his dick out of Alicia's mouth, "Jerk it faster, Alicia, and squeeze harder Steve," he grunted loudly as he came covering Alicia's face and tits. Alicia kneeled quietly, naked at our feet, scooping his cum into her mouth. She soon stood up and kissed me deeply pushing his seed past my lips while Brett chuckled with delight. When her mouth was clean she embraced Brett and they lingered in a long passionate embraced while he squeezed and fondled her large tits. After he put on his pants he wrapped his arm around me and walked me back to the living room as Alicia quickly tossed her dress back on while following. "Now listen carefully to these rules. First, you will not get blowjobs and no fucking Alicia. Second, you are to serve her every other need, cooking, cleaning, massages, masturbating her, and eating her pussy whenever she wants. Third, while you're sexually pleasing her, you are to say things like, 'don't you wish Brett's big cock was inside you right now', or, 'the next time Brett comes over he's going to fuck you long and hard,' you get the idea. Fourth, you can masturbate all you want, and not in front of Alicia, unless, of course, that's what she wants, but you're not allowed to come. Finally, when I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it, no questions." He stood in front of me placing his large hands on my shoulders, his huge physique dwarfed my skinny five foot nine inch frame as he stared sternly into my eyes, "None of these rules are up for debate. Are we clear?" I felt compelled to comply; I'd never been so emasculated or frightened, "Yes, I do," I answered humbly. Stacy entered the house. "I love the house, Steve," Brett told me, "Hi honey," he greeted his wife, "I think Steve and I are going to be great friends. We have a lot in common. But, it's time to go. We don't want to overstay our welcome." He turned to me, "So, you get home around 6 tomorrow, right?" I nodded yes. "I'll see you then." We cordially said our goodbyes and off they went. "I like those rules." Alicia said while taking off her dress and sitting on the couch. "Now lick. I'm unbelievably horny." My mind was reeling as I got on my knees and began to slowly lick her pussy. Why would I let another guy control the sexual relationship with my wife? What's wrong with me? Am I really such a wimp that I'll let Brett and my wife humiliate me like this? As I pondered these questions I realized I hadn't felt so alive or so turned on in a long time. I felt anxious and nervous, scared and humiliated, but at the same time I was so turned on that I couldn't wait to see what was going to happen next. I began to imagine watching Alicia riding Brett's huge cock. I had visions me watching while he and his friends had their way with my wife. "Brett's cock is so big," I finally said to my wife, "I can tell you really like sucking it and I bet it feels really good sliding in and out of your pussy." Alicia moaned as she pushed my head back down to her pussy. I continued to lick away until she had several orgasms and finally pushed me away for her first break of the long evening of pussy licking and massage. The next day at work I couldn't keep my mind on the job, and my stomach ached with fear and anticipation. When I arrived home at 5pm no one was there. I anxiously waited trying to pass the time by reading, watching TV, going on line. The longer I waited the more worried I got. By 7:30 I called over to Brett's house and talked to Stacy. She apologized, remembering that he said we'd get together, and told me that Brett was called at the last minute to entertain some out of town clients from Japan and he didn't usually get in until late from those meetings. For the next 6 hours the word, entertain, echoed ominously over and over in my head. I thought I was going to have a heart attack by the time I heard a limo pulled up to the end of our driveway. From my bedroom window, I watched as Alicia got out of the car and come into the house. She looked so hot and sexy in her evening gown with an exposed back. Her firm breasts bounced underneath the thin material. Even from inside the house I could see her nipples were hard and she wasn't wearing a bra. She stood in the door of the bedroom and turned on the light. Her long ruffled hair cascaded around her flushed face. She looked so hot I almost came on the spot. "OK..." she said pointing to the chair, "You're supposed to take off your clothes and sit in that chair." I noticed Alicia was pretty drunk by the way she staggered into the room. I got out of bed and did as I was told. She unceremoniously peeled off her dress leaving on her thigh high stockings, and heals. Her body especially her tits were covered by red marks like she had been recently ravished. Kneeled in front of me, Alicia reached under the chair and uncovered handcuffs that were chained to the legs of the chair. "Brett and I put these here this afternoon, now put your hands behind you. Do you like them?" she asked as she cuffed my hands behind the chair. She then rested her head on my thigh just inches away from one of the hardest cocks I think I'd ever had, and began to rub her clit. "I had the most wonderful time tonight," I was informed before she blew softly on my cock teasing me mercilessly. "We went out for a romantic dinner and to a club, and I was sooo naughty." She squeezed her tits hard and my leg vibrated as she shivered through a small orgasm. "Brett is the perfect gentleman; he took such good care of me tonight." My body to shiver uncontrollably as she ran her fingernails roughly across my thighs and around my beckoning cock, "Ahhh, poor baby...you look like you need some relief, but, I'm not allowed to touch your cock, and, I'm leaving you in that chair until you're not hard anymore, or, when it's time for you to go to work. Now, I'm supposed tease your cock while I tell you what happened tonight." Alicia put her tongue out and air licked my making my cock respond just as though she had really licked it. She looked up at me with the sexiest bedroom eyes and resumed rubbing her clit. "So, Brett calls me right after you left this morning and tells me to take a long bath, and dress up in a sexy outfit to go out, and that he'd pick me up at 5pm. I was so fucking hot all day long I just couldn't stop play with myself. I must have had 20 orgasms before he got here. Right at five a big limo pulls up to the house and the driver comes to the door to get me. Brett was inside it looking really HOT. He had on a tight designer T-shirt that really showed off his muscles. He gave me flowers and told me how great and sexy I looked, and just wouldn't shut up about it. "I just couldn't keep my hands off him. I love the way his chest feels; he's so firm and solid and BIG... not like your scrawny ass." Alicia pushed my legs apart and ran her hands from my knees stopping at the base of my still rock hard cock, "Have I got your attention?" she asked. I nodded by head. "Good, because it wasn't long before I had his huge cock out of his pants and in this mouth. She opened her mouth and put it just above my cock, "I sucked his cock until it was really hard." She stood up and sat on my left leg instantly making it wet and slippery, "then I faced the front of the car and impaled myself on his beautiful cock all while the driver watched in the mirror." She began to fuck my leg and squeezed her tits right in my face, "I put my hands on the ceiling while he squeezed my tits and pulled on my nipples. Oh GOD..." she moaned as she came on my leg, "...that cock reached all the right places inside me making me come again and again." She was fucking my leg so hard my swollen dick was slapping against my belly and her ass taking me to the brink. I started to breath hard and I closed my eyes feeling the cum building up inside me getting ready to shoot all over.