0 comments/ 435719 views/ 188 favorites Angela Makes a Cuckold Husband Ch. 01 By: sweetotum "Every woman just wants to get pounded by a big hard dick," Jack proclaimed to the guys in the locker room. "That's why every girl I meet wants to fuck when she gets alone with me," he continued smugly. "Jack, you are so full of shit," I told him. "What about a happily married woman?" "Married women are the biggest sluts of all!" he answered confidently. "Well, I know one married woman who is definitely not interested in you or anybody except for her husband," I taunted him. "Who's that?" he inquired archly. "My wife Angela" I informed him with pride. "OK Tom, put your money where your mouth is. How much do you want to bet I can seduce your wife?" he said with a smug grin. "You're on, asshole. How about a hundred dollars?" I said rashly. "Only a hundred? Sounds like you don't trust her very much," Jack taunted me. "OK, a thousand dollars then. How about that?" I fired back with anger. "It's a bet. There's just one condition. You have to bring Angela to the party at my house this weekend and leave me alone with her. I bet I'll fuck her before the night is over." I agreed with confidence. It was a deal and was witnessed by the guys at the locker room. We all worked for the same large sales corporation, which had its own gym where we worked out a few times a week. What Jack didn't know, I thought with a secret smirk, was that my wife Angela was frigid. I had never been able to bring her to orgasm. She told me not to worry about it, because she had never had an orgasm. She said she enjoyed sex with me, even though she never came. The truth was, however, that she didn't seem very interested in sex. She put all her time and effort into her work. After getting a Ph.D. in finance from a prestigious university, she was working now as an executive loan officer for a large bank. Only 27, she was being considered for an open vice-president's position. There were lots of other people at the bank with more seniority, but I knew she would get the job because she worked much harder than any of them, and she was smarter. The last kind of person she would be interested in was someone like Jack, a hotshot young sales manager with lots of charisma, but no education or sophistication. As far as that goes, Angela was kind of out of my league too, but I had met her when she was a hungry young grad student. She married me, and I helped put her through grad school. Now she was making 4 times as much as me, but she was perfectly loyal. I was already planning what I might do with the thousand dollars. That evening, I told Angela about the party at Jack's, and she was surprised that we were going. We didn't usually hang out with Jack and the young single crowd at work. She knew Jack from some social gatherings that we had attended, and she shared my opinion of him as a loud-mouthed braggart. "I don't want to go to a party at Jack's house," she complained. "You can go by yourself if you want." I explained that some important clients might be there, and I needed her to accompany me. Pouting, she reluctantly agreed to go. On the night of the party, I was pleased to see that she dressed very conservatively with a chinese-patterned padded-fabric blouse, red and yellow, that buttoned up to her throat, and a knee-length dark skirt. She looked very refined and elegant. The only thing even mildly risque was that her skirt was slit way up the side, revealing her long luscious legs. Her long, thick, shiny black hair was pinned up in a bun. Her body was incredibly voluptuous, and she usually wore very conservative suits at work so that she would appear professional. Her breasts were very large and full, and she had nicely shaped hips. She was all curves, not one of your anorexic types. She was very health conscious though, and she worked out every day to keep her waist thin and her stomach trim and flat. Her skin was milky white, which contrasted well with her jet-black hair. Her dark eyes were almond-shaped, almost sultry, and she looked vaguely middle-eastern. Indeed, her mother was from Morocco, and her father was French. They had emigrated when she was 8 years old, and she still spoke with a slight French accent. She was the very model of a sophisticated international woman, refined and cultured. I thought to myself that Jack didn't have a chance with her. When we arrived at the party, we chatted briefly with Jack, who, as usual, was surrounded by foxy young women who were fawning on him. "Angela, I see a client on the patio that I need to talk with. Why don't you stay here and chat with Jack while I talk business" I said. Angela offered to accompany me, obviously uncomfortable with staying alone with Jack, but I told her that it would be boring to her. "Don't worry Angela" Jack said with a smile, "I'll take good care of you." Angela rolled her eyes with a wry half-smile, but she acquiesced with a nod in my direction. I left her with Jack in the living room, and I went out onto the patio, where I could still see her through the sliding-glass doors. As I mingled with the other guests on the patio, I could see Jack fetching her a drink, paying close attention to her. As the night wore on, I saw her laughing and having a good time with Jack and his friends inside. Jack continued to ply her with drinks, which worried me a little, as she wasn't much of a drinker. I guessed that Jack was mixing strong drinks for her. Around one o'clock, I glanced inside and noticed that Jack and Angela were not in the living room. I went inside, and entered into a bathroom that joined together two bedrooms. Jack and I had arranged beforehand that I could watch there to see if he was successful. The bathroom was dark, and through a half-open door, I could see and hear them easily without being seen. Sure enough, he had lured her successfully into his bedroom and the door to the hallway was closed, giving them privacy from the other guests. He was showing her all his baseball trophies and pictures. He had been a first-baseman for a team in a Triple-A league before he started working in sales. He was bragging about his baseball adventures, and, surprisingly, Angela seemed interested. "Really?" she kept interjecting. I could see that she was slightly tipsy. They were laughing and talking, and so far Jack wasn't making any moves on her. Jack then showed her some pictures of him flying a small plane. Angela seemed surprised. "I had no idea that you were a pilot!" she gushed. "I'm very impressed." I couldn't believe that she would be impressed by something superficial like that! "Oh, it's just a hobby" he said with seeming modesty. "Well, I think it's really great" she said with enthusiasm. "Maybe you can take me out flying sometime." "Sure baby, anytime" Jack said. I couldn't believe that he called her "baby" and she didn't even object. What a smooth talker he was! "You know Angela, you have such beautiful dark hair. Why don't you let it down so I can see it better," Jack continued. Somehow, he had maneuvered her into sitting down on the king-sized bed with him. He was making his move, and I waited with baited breath to see how she would react. "Thanks Jack" Angela said smiling broadly. She was obviously pleased to hear his compliments. "I guess I could let my hair down for you." She reached up and took out the pin, letting her gorgeous thick mane down with a flourish. She shook out her hair, smiling proudly. Jack reached out and ran his fingers through her shiny black hair, feeling her head and neck. She sat passively while he fondled her hair and neck. Her face was flushed and I heard her breath catch as he touched her. When was she going to stop him, I wondered? "You know Angela" Jack murmured in her ear, "when I was getting you a drink, I heard some of the guys in the kitchen talking about how foxy you are." Angela nodded her head, listening intently to his praise. "Do you mind if I ask you a really personal question?" he asked, suddenly earnest. I mean, if I'm out of line, just let me know." "No, it's OK. What is it?" she asked with eager curiosity. "Well, one of the guys said you must have breast implants, because they're so large and firm. But I told him he's wrong. I think your breasts are real," Jack said. Angela giggled with amusement when he said that. "They think my breasts are fake?" she laughed. "Well, I can assure you that they are just as nature has given them to me," she said proudly, and she leaned back on her arms, her long thick hair flowing down around her shoulders, and pushed her sexy breasts out for his view. "I knew they were real!" Jack said with a satisfied smile, sharing a laugh with her. "Well maybe you could let me see them, so I can tell those guys how full of shit they are." There was a pause in the conversation, as she took in what he had just said. "You mean, you want to see my bare breasts?" she said tipsily, still smiling at him. "Well, yea, I mean if you don't mind. I won't touch them of course" Jack said reassuringly, adding quietly, "unless you want me to." There was another silence as Angela considered what he had proposed. She pursed her full and sensuous lips, and said seriously, "I don't think my husband would like that." There was another pause; the sexual tension in the room was like electricity. Jack didn't say anything; he just reached out and started slowly unbuttoning her blouse. He took his time while he undid each button deliberately, all the way to the bottom of her blouse. She stared back at him boldly, not smiling, but looking intently, as if waiting to see what he would do next. I could hear her breath coming ragged now with sexual excitement. She just sat there passively, her hands behind her on the bed, her breasts pushed forward. She spoke not a word as he pulled her blouse off her shoulders, revealing a very thin, white-silk bra, very expensive and elegant, like all her clothes, and her deep cleavage. Her nipples were clearly seen through the thin silk, and her magnificent breasts strained to be free of the trifling fabric that enclosed them. Jack reached out and undid the tiny front clasp, and her breasts burst into full view. They were the size of large cantaloupe melons, full and heavy, yet firm with just a hint of sag, and her reddish-brown nipples were erect and excited. Even without a bra, they jutted out proudly on her chest. "Are these what you wanted to see Jack?" Angela teased Jack, with her breasts exposed to his view. "These are just what I want Angela" Jack replied, and he reached out to cup her ample bosom in his hands. He kneaded her gorgeous white breasts with his hands, and pinched her hard nipples, which caused her to gasp with pain and excitement. She was obviously turned on like crazy. The only question was whether she would let him go all the way. "You said you just wanted to see them Jack" Angela objected breathlessly. She made no move to stop him however. He continued massaging her soft breasts, pulling on her nipples, and she moaned quietly. "Stop, stop it Jack," she murmured. But she obviously was enjoying his touch. Deliberately, Jack stood up and, facing her, pulled down his pants, exposing his engorged penis to her view. "Since you showed me your breasts," he said, "the least I can do is show you my cock." She was sitting down, so that his large dick hung just at the level of her lips and only a few inches away. She didn't pull back or attempt to leave, as I expected. Instead, she just stared in shocked amazement, and said quietly "I can't believe how big you are Jack." As if mesmerized, she reached out and put her perfectly manicured hands around his dick. Jack was well-hung, about 10 inches long and very thick. "I've never seen such a huge cock," she exclaimed, as she massaged him to full length. He grew rock hard at the velvety touch of her smooth fingers. "I shouldn't be doing this," she said seriously, but she kept massaging him with her hands. She acted as if she was hypnotized by the sight and feeling of his huge cock. I had a sinking feeling that I would be losing this bet. Jack poked his dick against her full lips, and she responded by rubbing her cheeks against his hard penis. With his dick in her hands, she started licking it all over, taking each of his balls in her mouth in turn. Finally, she opened her mouth as wide as it would go, in order to take his penis into her mouth. She started sucking on it like she was starving for his cockmeat. Her sensuous lips were stretched to their limits, and her mouth was stuffed full. "Does that taste good?" he asked her. She kept sucking, and with her mouth full, she managed to say "Mmmnn hummn." He pushed his dick into her mouth, back and forth, telling her what a good cocksucker she was. She grasped his balls in her hands and milked them gently as she sucked on his cock. This went on for a few minutes, until he pushed her back on the bed. They lay down together and started kissing passionately. He reached up through the long slit in her dress to rub her pussy through the thin panties. She gasped with excitement when she felt his touch on her mound. After a minute of their passionate embrace, she suddenly tried to push him away. "Jack, we have to stop. We can't do this. I'm a married woman. Please stop Jack." Much stronger and taller than her, Jack simply ignored her feeble efforts to push him off; he continued to kiss her passionately and pushed her dress up around her hips, revealing her thin white silk bikini panties. She clamped her legs tightly together, but he used his knee to wedge her legs apart, and then he placed himself squarely in between her legs. His huge dick was pressing against the thin fabric of her panties, and she tried to escape. I though of intervening, to prevent him raping her, but I noticed that her efforts to repel him seemed less than wholehearted. Instead of yelling for help, she whispered in his ears, "No, no Jack. We can't. Don't. Stop." While she protested with her words and pushed against his chest feebly, the tone of her voice suggested that she wanted it badly. They were both still half dressed. Jack had his pants and boxer shorts down around his ankles, and he obviously didn't plan on stopping now to finish undressing. Jack reached up and simply pulled her panties to one side; he lunged forward, impaling her on his huge cock. She had never taken a cock as large as his before, so his first lunge lodged only the cockhead in her tight pussy. He continued pushing his way into her like a wild bull. "Oh wait Jack. It's too big. It hurts. Stop!" Angela protested wildly. But Jack ignored her desperate pleas and kept thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into her little pussy. As Angela became accustomed to his girth, she stopped protesting, and instead she spread her legs wide to give him better access. His thick rod slowly worked its way into her wet soft slit. From my position in the bathroom, I could see when he finally had his entire cock in her, as his mammoth balls slapped against her ass cheeks. He waited a few seconds for her to adjust to his length and width. Angela tried to catch her breath, and then she moved her hips against his eagerly, moaning, "yes, yes, fuck me Jack." Jack complied with her urgent requests and started slamming into her. She spread her legs as wide as she could, and lifted her knees up to her chest, fully exposing her pussy to his hard thrusts. With her hands, she gripped the bed tightly at her hips and tossed her body about wildly, thrashing and moaning incoherently. I had never seen her react anything like this before! "Oh Jack, Fuck me yes. Oh, I think I'm going to come. Don't stop, oh don't stop. Yes, oh yes." Suddenly her body stiffened, and she whispered fiercely in his ear, "I'm coming Jack. Oh I'm coming." She bucked up against him in time to his violent thrusts as she came. He jackhammered her unmercifully with his huge rod. She seemed to come in waves; her orgasm went on for several minutes, until finally, she relaxed her body. She had the first orgasm of her life, and I was humiliated that I had not been able to give it to her. Jack stiffened, and fucked her even harder as he climaxed, filling her pussy with his come. They relaxed in each others arms for a few minutes, and finally he pulled out. I could see clearly his come dribbling down her ass. Angela climbed out of bed to use the bathroom, her pussy dripping with his come, and I quietly sneaked out through the other bedroom that adjoined the bathroom. The party was winding down now, and I went back out to the patio. I was shaken by the events I had witnessed, but I tried to act normal, and engaged in conversation with the other guests. After about 15 minutes, Angela emerged from the house. Her hair was down and disheveled, her lipstick and mascara were smeared, and she looked still flushed with excitement. Her blouse and skirt had been restored, but her skirt was rumpled and come-stained. Jack was nowhere to be seen. She smiled sweetly, and asked if I was ready to go. "Sure" I replied. "Where have you been?" I asked her. "I was looking for you a little while ago, but I couldn't find you anywhere." "Oh," she replied innocently, "Jack was just showing me some of his baseball trophies in his bedroom. You know, he's a pretty interesting guy. I never appreciated him before tonight." "I bet," I thought to myself wryly. But I didn't say anything and we drove home. After we got home, she took a shower, and crawled into bed naked. Watching her get fucked earlier turned me on, and I rubbed my hard dick against her soft butt. I tried to get her interested, but she just pushed me away and said she was tired. A few minutes later, she fell asleep. I was so excited and frustrated by what I had witnessed earlier that I had to go to the bathroom to jerk off. The next Monday after work at the locker room, Jack teased me unmercifully. He boasted to all the guys from work how he had seduced my wife, what a hot number she was, how he had her begging for more, and so on and so on. "I guess you owe me a thousand dollars cuckold," he taunted cruelly. "Jack, I don't owe you a penny. You got my wife drunk and took advantage of her. That doesn't count for shit" I retorted. "What?! She wasn't drunk. You aren't going to pay me? Do you want me to seduce her again?" Jack replied angrily. "Listen Jack. You can try again, but you won't succeed. She was drunk, and she's never going to let you near her again" I told him. Jack laughed, and said, "Ok, cuckold, since you insist, I'll take her again. But you better get ready to pay up." "Sure, sure" I said sarcastically. "I'm not going to help you out this time by bringing her to your house. You're on your own this time." And with that I walked out of the locker room and went home. On Friday night when I got home from work, I asked Angela what she wanted to do tonight. She replied that she was going out with some of the women from her work. "It's girl's night out Tom," she informed me. "Don't worry. I'll be in safe hands. We're just going to have dinner and hear some music at a local club. I'll probably be back by midnight." I was laying on our bed watching TV while she was getting ready to go. She put on some new, very sexy black underwear that had me drooling, but when I tried to touch her, she just pushed me away and said she had to get ready. Then she put on a tiny new black dress that was not her usual style at all. The dress was very short, all the up to her panties, which could be easily seen when she bent over. And it showed off the deep cleavage of her large breasts, which strained to be free of the thin fabric; only a couple of thin straps held it up. I was amazed, to say the least. "When did you get these new clothes?" I asked her nervously. Angela Makes a Cuckold Husband Ch. 01 "Oh, I bought them a couple of days ago" she replied breezily. "I got them for you honey" she said innocently, "but I wanted to try them on tonight." That made a lot of sense, I thought to myself. After she put on her makeup and arranged her hair carefully, she gave me a peck on the cheek and waltzed out the door, looking like she was ready for a hot date. I lay around watching TV while she was gone. 12 o'clock came and went with no sign of her. I was dosing lightly when the telephone rang. I looked at the clock; it was 1 in the morning. I answered the phone, "Hello?" "Shut up and just listen, cuckold" the voice on the phone said abruptly. I recognized Jack's voice. There was silence for a few seconds, then I heard voices and laughing getting closer. I thought I heard the sound of kissing and giggling. "Oh Jack, you've been teasing me all night. I'm so horny." It was the voice of Angela! "What's the matter, honey? Doesn't your hubby take care of you?" It was Jack teasing her. "Are you kidding?" she laughed incredulously. "His dick is so small I can hardly feel it! I need a big dick like yours lover." Then I heard the unmistakable sound of a belt being unbuckled and a zipper being pulled down. "Take off your clothes, Angela. I want you naked when you suck me" Jack commanded her. I heard the sound of more clothes being taken off and falling to the floor, along with kisses. "Oh yes Jack, suck my breasts. God that feels so good." She continued moaning, and after a minute I heard her say, "I want to suck on your dick" It sounded like they laid down on the bed, and then I heard her slobbering over his cock like a cheap whore, telling him how your cock is so big and delicious and so on. I was sick with humiliation, but I listened in silence to the sounds of my wife sucking off my worst enemy. "That's a good little cocksucker," Jack said. "Are you my cocksucker, little girl?" Jack asked her. Between mouthfuls of his giant cock, she mumbled, "yes Jack, yes, I'll be anything you want." "Are you going to be my slut?" he continued to humiliate her. "Yes, oh yes. I'll be your slut," she answered. I couldn't believe that my sophisticated wife was being so submissive, letting him debase her like some cheap whore. "Are you going to be my sex slave, and let me take you anytime and anywhere I want?" he continued to tease her. "Yes Jack," she answered passionately. "I want to be your sex slave, your cocksucking slut. Just let me suck your big cock." For a few minutes, the only sound was the sound of my wife's mouth on Jack's cock. "OK slut," Jack proclaimed. "Here comes your reward. Are you ready to drink my come?" Her only reply was "mmmph ummm hummn" because her mouth was obviously full. Jack let loose a yell, and said, "Oh yes, suck it, you little slut, drink it all down." With disgust I could imagine my wife sucking down his come. "Keep sucking little girl," he ordered her. "Get me hard again." Apparently she kept sucking as I continued to hear the sounds of her blowing him. After a minute, my wife said in amazement, "Oh my god! You're hard again already!" I heard them rearranging themselves on the bed, and then my wife begged him to fuck her. "Fuck me Jack. Fuck me now. Yes, oh yes. That's it. That's just what I want." He apparently complied, because then I heard the bedsprings setting up a steady constant motion, the sounds of my wife getting pounded by that asshole Jack! She continued to talk dirty to him, begging him and so on. He responded by calling her "a good little slut." The rhythm increased, and then my wife yelled "Oh, Oh, Jack, Yes I'm cummminngg! Don't stop. Fuck me. OHHHHH yes. It's so good Jack." She was obviously getting off on his big dick. After they both finished coming, I heard someone get up. "I'm going to the little girl's room. I'll be right back Jack. I want to fuck you all night long." Then Jack picked up the phone and said to me, "Are you satisfied now cuckold?" He put down the phone, but he didn't hang up. I wanted to hang up, but somehow I couldn't stop listening. Angela came back in, and I could hear them kissing each other noisily. "I just had a funny idea Angela" Jack said with a laugh. "Tell me lover" she replied. He chuckled softly for a few seconds, and then he said, "when you get home to your cuckold husband, why don't you let him eat you out and he can clean up all our come!" Angela exploded into laughter. "That's so perfect! That's just what I'm going to do. He's such a little perv that he'll probably enjoy it. But first you have to fill me up again with some more of your come. I want little hubby to get his face covered with your jism when he goes to eat me. What a surprise he'll get!" They continued fucking for a couple of hours, as I listened helplessly. Somehow I was fascinated. About 4 in the morning, Angela finally left Jack's house, and I hung up the phone. A few minutes later, I heard Angela pull up in her car. I turned off the lights and pretended to be asleep. She came into the bedroom and got undressed for bed. She had taken now to sleeping nude every night. She crawled into bed and when I tried to kiss her and touch her breasts, she took my head roughly and pushed me down to her pussy, forcing me to lick her. I couldn't believe what a sloppy mess her cunt was! I got a faceful of come, a combination of her juices and a man's cream, but I licked eagerly, even knowing that I was eating the jism of the man who had cuckolded me. Her pussy was all stretched out from fucking such a huge cock all night. She locked her warm thighs around my head so I couldn't escape even if I wanted to, and she moaned with pleasure. After a few minutes, she came with a passionate groan, and her pussy squeezed out even more come all over my face. It was the first orgasm I had ever given her. Jack had definitely cured her of her frigidity. I continued sucking her and after half-an-hour, she came again. Finally I cleaned all the come out her abused pussy. After she had used me to clean her cunt, she pushed me aside impatiently and turned over. I was so horny now that my balls ached. I tried to turn her over and mount her, but she pushed me aside angrily, and went to sleep. I had to go to the bathroom to jerk off. A few days later, at the locker room again, Jack told everybody what a cocksucking slut my wife was, and then he demanded his money. "I have no proof that you fucked my wife," I said defiantly. "What?!" he said incredulously. "But you heard it with your own ears over the phone in my bedroom." He explained to the guys in the locker room how he had called me, and then left the phone off the hook so I could hear them fucking. "I heard you fucking someone, but it wasn't my wife. It was probably some whore you picked up off the street." For some reason, I felt compelled to lie shamelessly. I couldn't stand the idea of Jack getting over on me. "Well, where was your wife while you listening on the phone?" Jack asked. "She was out with some girlfriends from work" I replied. Jack sighed and shook his head. "Do you want to see me fuck her again? Is that it?" "No, because I know you can't. The only time you touched her was when she was drunk, and that doesn't count," I answered stubbornly. "OK cuckold. I'll prove it to you, but you're not going to like it." Then he turned away from me and spoke to some of other guys from work. The four members of his sales team were there; together they covered the northeastern part of the state. "Guys," he said ostentatiously, "you've been working hard and bringing in lots of contracts. For that, you deserve a reward. Come to my house this Friday night, and I've got a surprise for you." The guys wanted to know what it was, but he refused to say, just that they "wouldn't be disappointed." Then he winked at me and walked out of the locker room. Sure enough, that Friday Angela said that she was going out with her girlfriends again. She put on yet another new outfit, including new sexy underwear. This time she wore a short black miniskirt and a see-though white blouse. Her tits could be clearly seen through the thin fabric of her bra. She practically looked like a whore! She had never dressed like this before. She kissed me on the cheek, and said, "don't wait up hubby." I lounged around the house, wondering if Jack was going to call me again. But he didn't. I didn't hear anything until Angela came home around 3 in the morning. When she stripped off her clothes I could see that she was covered with sweat and come, her breasts were bruised, and her pussy was a mess. She came to bed and forced me to eat her out again. I licked and sucked her for an hour and she came twice. After I had sucked all the jism from her pussy, she rolled over and went to sleep. On Monday morning, I found an unlabeled DVD in my mailbox at work. I went to my office, locked the door, and put it in the drive on my computer. Soon what was obviously a homemade movie began playing on the screen. It was Jack's living room, and Jack and his four sales associates were sitting around drinking beer. There was a knock on the door; Jack answered, and in came Angela, wearing high heels, black stockings, a tight black miniskirt and see-through blouse. She was obviously surprised to see so many guys there. Jack stood behind her and reached around to fondle her ample breasts, showing them off to the appreciative gaze of his co-workers. She seemed uncomfortable, and whispered to Jack, "Not in front of all these guys. What are they doing here?" Jack ignored her, and told the assembled guys, "You guys have been working hard, and now, as a reward, Angela here is going to service all of you." The guys cheered, and Angela looked shocked. She obviously didn't know how to react, and she just stood there looking bewildered. Jack put on some sultry music, and said, "OK, Angela, why don't start things off with a little striptease for the guys." He sat down in a big easy chair and waited for her to obey him. There was an awkward pause, and my sophisticated European wife stood there looking around. "I don't know Jack. I wasn't expecting this," she said. "Come on you slut," he told her brutally, "you know you want to show off for everybody. Just do what comes naturally for you." She looked at him in silent amazement. She seemed strangely passive, completely unlike her professional persona, or the way she was around me at home. She obeyed him submissively. Slowly she started dancing sensuously to the music and unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her large soft breasts, barely restrained by the thin sexy bra. She discarded her blouse, letting it fall to the floor. As she danced, she unclasped her bra, letting her luscious breasts spill out. She held them up for everyone's gaze, and she turned around the room, bouncing her tits in the face of each guy individually. They grabbed at her breasts, but she teased them by pulling back before they could reach her. The guys clapped and urged her on. She smiled sexily in response to their encouragement. She undid her tiny miniskirt, wiggled her butt provocatively, and her miniskirt fell to the floor. Now she was wearing only her black stockings, high heels, a garter belt, and a black thong, a tiny triangle of thin fabric that barely covered her furry mound. Wisps of soft black hair poked out from the edges of the tightly stretched fabric, tantalizing the men with what was surely to come. I hated to watch her performance, but I couldn't stop watching in fascination. This was a completely new side of Angela's personality. Apparently, she secretly enjoyed exhibiting her body for men. The men called for her to take off her panties, yelling, "Let's see that pussy." She responded by undoing the garter straps and belt, discarding them. Slowly and sensuously, she peeled off her thong, revealing her neatly trimmed bush, while the men watched in eager anticipation. Her pussy slit was clearly visible through the thin wisps of her black pussy hair. She was naked now except for her black stockings and heels, and she danced seductively for the watching men. The men were obviously getting excited, and their hardons tented their pants. She went around to each guy individually, dancing for him, and then sitting on his lap while he fondled her breasts and pussy. She responded by rubbing his hardon through his pants with her hands. "OK," Jack pronounced to the eager men, "Peter has the best sales record of our team, so he gets the first piece of Angela's slutty ass." He pointed to one of the men sitting on the couch. Angela went over to him, sat down on his lap, and they started kissing passionately as he rubbed his hands all over her curvaceous naked butt and tits. She rubbed her naked ass against his hardon as if she couldn't wait to fuck him. Then she got down on her knees in front of him and undid his belt and pants. She pulled down his pants and boxer shorts to his ankles. Peter just sat back, with his hands behind his head, watching her in fascination. She was doing all the work. His enormous boner sprang out to view. His thick cock has a pronounced crook in it, and it was about 9 inches long. She cooed delightedly when she saw it, and immediately started stroking it out to full length and hardness. She took each of his balls in her mouth one after the other. Then she opened her mouth wide to engulf his enormous cockhead; she sucked his long meat into her mouth, wrapping it with her thick sensuous lips, which were stretched out by size of his thick penis. His cockmeat was so thick that she could barely get her mouth around it, but Peter helped her by grabbing her head and pushing her down firmly on his rock hard cock. She gagged a little, but then she started breathing through her nose, as Peter forced her to deep-throat him. Slowly he forced his dick down her throat, inch by inch, until her nose was buried in the hair at the base of his cock. Peter then took his hands off her head, and she obediently began fucking his dick with her mouth, back and forth, while Peter groaned with pleasure. She fondled his balls like she was an experienced whore, expert in bringing a man off. Angela moaned "Mmmnnn hummnn ummmnnnn," as if she was starving for his thick cockmeat. Peter was obviously getting off on the sounds she was making around his hard penis. She ran her tongue around the sensitive head of his cock. His body stiffened, and then he fucked his cock further into her mouth as he came violently, filling her mouth with his jism. Angela swallowed it eagerly like a little kid sucking down some delicious whipped cream, but there was too much for her to swallow, and the white cream dribbled down her chin onto her full breasts. She rocked back on her heels and rubbed his come all over her white breasts and reddish-brown nipples, erect and excited. The other guys had all stripped down naked, and they were eagerly waiting their turn. Further down the couch sat Ron with a huge 12-inch hardon sticking straight up in the air. He had by far the biggest cock among all the well-hung men there. She went over to him next and straddled him with her muscular white thighs, pushing her breasts against his hairy chest, and rubbing her pussy up and down against his long hard penis. She was obviously dying to get fucked, like some kind of wild animal in heat. She raised herself on her knees, and reached down to hold his cock steady while she screwed herself onto him. As his mammoth rod entered her pussy, she started moaning, "Yes, Yes, Oh it's so good." She had obviously never taken a cock this large before, and it took several minutes for her to twist and turn herself all the way down. But finally she took it all in, and she pressed her mound firmly against his, rubbing it madly to create some friction. Ron was very tall and muscular, and he lifted Angela effortlessly by her hips and plunged her down on his massive cock, over and over again, as he groaned with pleasure. Angela used her strong thighs to help him by bouncing up and down on his cock, and her perfect tits jiggled in his face. He buried his face in her breasts, biting her erect nipple as she yelped with mingled pain and pleasure. One of the other men, Stanley, stood up behind the couch and stuck his penis in Angela's face, and she responded by sucking on him eagerly. She was taking two cocks at once now, and she seemed perfectly happy to be a whore for these men that she had never even met before tonight. Slowly she increased the pace of their fucking, as she grew more and more consumed with lust. Suddenly she started yelling, "OH, OH, YES. OHHHHH, I'M COMMMMINNNGG!!" She thrashed around, impaled on his huge dick. She just kept coming over and over again, as she bounced up and down on his dream tool. As she yelled in passion, Stanley's cock slipped out of her mouth, and he kept rubbing it against her face as she came. When she recovered from her powerful orgasm, she remembered the cock pushing against her cheek and pumped it expertly with her fist. The incredibly arousing sight of this black-haired naked sex-goddess fucking herself onto Ron's cock, her perfect breasts bouncing up and down as she thrashed around in her orgasm, helped bring Stanley to a climax. Angela pumped his cock vigorously and she received a plenteous cum shower all over her hair and cheeks and breasts. Ron came then too, and I could see his balls tighten up to the base of his cock as he pumped her full of his jism. His balls must have very full of come, because he just kept pumping her with more and more of his thick cream. I could see clearly his come dripping down out of her tightly stretched pussy. His orgasm seemed to go on forever, and she obediently kept fucking him up and down, until she finally drained his massive balls of their heavy load. Angela was almost out of breath, her body covered with a fine sheen of sweat and spattered with come. After she caught her breath, she raised herself up and disentangled herself from Ronald's still half-hard rod. Tyrone, the fourth sales associate, positioned her in the middle of the plush carpeted floor on her hands and knees. What a sight she was, with her sexy ass sticking up in the air, her legs still encased in black nylon stockings, high heels on her feet, and her long thick black hair draped around her head to the floor. She wiggled her curvy ass, her knees widely apart, begging Tyrone to fuck her. He got down on her knees behind her, and plunged his long hard cock into her wet hot pussy in one swift motion, plunging it up to the hilt. "Yes, Yes," she moaned. "Fuck me, Fuck me hard with your big cock. I love it. Fuck me hard and fast. I need it so bad. I love your big dick." He responded by pounding her soft, well-rounded ass unmercifully. She pushed back against him in time to his thrusts, her heavy breasts swaying with the motion of their fucking. Jack kneeled down in front of her and stuck his massive cock into her face, and she immediately started sucking him. Back and forth she swayed as they fucked her between them. They were using her like some kind of cheap slut, and she was clearly enjoying it. With her mouth on Jack's huge penis, she mewed with pleasure, "Huuuummmnnn, Muuuummnnn." Taking her mouth off Jack's cock momentarily, she yelled with passion, "OOOHHHHH, YESSSSSSSS, YESSSSS, I'M COMMMMINNNG. FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARDER!" She pushed back insistently at the long hard cock pounding her from behind. Then, when Jack kept poking against her lips, she opened wide and starting sucking him again. Soon, Tyrone came with a yell, pumping her full of his thick cream. I could see the come dripping down her legs. Then Jack got off also, filling her mouth with his juice. I remembered then how I had eaten out her pussy after she had come home from this very gangbang. Angela Makes a Cuckold Husband Ch. 01 For a girl who seemed frigid, having never had an orgasm, she was certainly making up for lost time, I thought to myself with disgust. The DVD went on for several hours, and the men took her in every imaginable position, each of them coming in her at least 3 times. Angela seemed to enjoy being used like a cheap whore, and she came innumerable times through the night. Finally the DVD was over. I was shaken, and I tried to go back to my work, but the images I had seen kept appearing in my imagination. That evening in the locker room, I wrote Jack a check for a thousand dollars while he gloated in triumph, and then I left in disgust. I still couldn't believe that my conservative oh-so-professional wife had turned out to be such a slut. But I was resigned now to being a "cuckold" as Jack called me, since there was nothing I could do about it. I thought that since my wife had gotten over her frigidity, at least we could enjoy some good sex now. But what was even worse than being cuckolded, she refused to have sex with me at all, except for letting me eat her cum-filled pussy after she went out with Jack. In fact, she treated me quite arrogantly, calling me a "little boy." When I tried to have sex with her, she told me, "I don't want your tiny penis in me. Go jerk off in the bathroom little boy." I was humiliated at home as well as at work. Angela Makes a Cuckold Husband Ch. 02 A few weeks later, Angela and I were getting ready to go out for dinner and a musical on a Saturday night. We had planned out the evening well in advance, since it was a very popular musical, and the tickets were quite expensive and had to be purchased way ahead of showtime. As Angela was putting on the last touches of her makeup, I waited patiently by the door. Then the phone rang. I answered, and the voice on the other end said, "Hi cuckold. Let me speak to Angela." It was Jack, and I replied angrily, "Go to hell asshole," and hung up. A minute later, Angela's cell phone rang and she answered. She nodded, listening intently to whoever was talking to her. "OK, sure. When? Yes, I'll be there," she said. Then she hung up, and told me that her sister needed her to baby-sit that night. I was astounded. "But we've been planning this night for weeks Angela!" I protested. "Sorry," she said brusquely. She finished touching up her make-up, and walked out the door in her elegant dress and heels, shutting the door in my face. I heard her start up her car and roar off into the night. I had heard her mention the name of a motel at the edge of town on the phone, so I decided to hop in my car and see what was going on there. I raced over there as fast as I could. It was the kind of motel that has little cabins in the woods, just off the road. I found her car parked in front of one of the cabins, right next to Jack's car! I parked down the road, and then snuck around to the back of the cabin. There were only trees behind the cabin, so no one could see me. There was small high window in back. It was too high for me to see into, so I found an old card table that I set next to the wall. Standing on the table, I could look right through the window into the main room of the cabin, which had a bed right in the middle. The window was open so I could hear and see everything easily; but since the window was high up, they couldn't see me. Angela had apparently just entered the cabin; she was kissing Jack. There was another man in the room, sitting down in a chair, a scruffy looking older guy with a beard and greasy, red, long hair. Jack turned Angela around to face the stranger, and started massaging her breasts in full view of the other man. Angela looked uncomfortable about being exposed to this scruffy looking stranger and she tried to stop Jack. She whispered to him, "Who is he? I thought we would be alone." Jack replied, "I promised Tony that if he gave me the sales contract, you would suck his cock." Angela's eyes widened in surprise. Our company sold truck parts to large trucking companies, and most of our customers were old truckers like Tony. Apparently, Jack had offered up my wife as a whore in order to secure the contract. I could see that my wife did not relish the thought of servicing this rough looking man. He was probably in his late forties, with a beer belly. He wore an old T-shirt, and his arms were covered with tattoos of dragons and naked women and devils dancing around. It was one thing to be gangbanged by Jack's sales associates, who were all clean-shaven young men, but it was something entirely different to suck the cock of this dirty old trucker. She said slowly, "I don't know Jack. I wasn't expecting this." Jack impatiently pushed her towards Tony, and said, "C'mon you slut, you know you like it. Suck his cock, and if you're good, maybe we'll fuck you." Angela walked reluctantly across the room on her high heels, and kneeled down submissively in front of him to unbuckle his pants. She pulled his cock out of his boxer shorts. Still soft, it was easily 9 inches long and thick, very thick. She stroked him with her soft, delicate fingers, and it grew and grew and grew, until it was at least 11 inches long and probably 3 inches in diameter. His dick was rock hard, and Tony smiled in anticipation. "Suck it now, you slut," he commanded her. He grabbed her long dark mane and pushed her face down to his long pole. Her lips were pursed and she tried to resist, but he kept pushing her down until she finally opened up to take him into her mouth. His cock was huge, and it stretched her mouth and face. It was all she could do to take even the head of his massive cock into her full sensuous lips. Her red lipstick, which she had so carefully applied, was now smeared all over her face and his dick. Tony clamped his hands around the back of her head and steadily pushed her face onto his huge cockmeat. She gagged and struggled, trying to pull back, but there was no escaping his strong arms. What a sight, to see my sophisticated young wife, always so professional and proper, forced to suck the dick of this gross trucker like a cheap two-bit whore. Holding her head, he forced his pecker down her throat; inch-by-inch, slowly but surely, his dick pushed its way down her smooth white neck. I couldn't believe that she could actually take it, but somehow she did it. The whole length of his cockmeat was lodged in her mouth, and her nose was pushed firmly into his bush of red pubic hair. I wondered how she could even breathe! But apparently her throat was becoming stretched now to accommodate his thick cock. She moved her head up and down on his cock obediently, as he groaned in pleasure. While she was kneeling down to give Tony a blowjob, her well-rounded ass stuck out behind her. Jack moved behind her, and pulled her dress up, revealing her white nylon stockings, and her white, tightly stretched little bikini panties. The fabric was very thin and delicate, and he simply grabbed her panties and ripped them off, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy and ass. He pulled down his pants to reveal his hard and long penis. Kneeling down behind her, he rubbed his cock up and down her wet pussy slit, and she moaned with pleasure as she sucked on the cock in her mouth. He pushed his cock into her tight little slit. Apparently she hadn't had sex for a while, for it took 3 or 4 hard thrusts before the hilt of his cock bumped her soft plump ass, and his heavy balls slapped against her warm thighs. He pumped her hard and fast, and she was clearly enjoying it, pushing her ass back in time to meet his brutal thrusts. They both fucked her unmercifully, buffeting her back and forth between them like a rag doll. Jack's thrusts became even more hard and urgent as he came closer to his climax. In response to the hard pounding she was receiving from behind, Angela started coming, moaning loudly with her mouth still stuffed with cock. "MMnnnnph, MMnnnph, Uhhnnnph, Nummmnnph" she groaned like some wild animal in heat. Jack body suddenly stiffened, and then he slammed into her full force, filling her abused young pussy with his come. From my vantage point, I could see clearly his come oozing out from her widely stretched pussy and down her thighs, running all over her sheer white nylons. Angela reached up then and squeezed Tony's balls gently, bringing him off immediately. Tony pumped his come directly down her throat, until she pulled her head off his cock, whereupon he pumped out the rest of his load all over her beautiful hair, eyes, cheeks and mouth. Her make-up and hair, so carefully prepared, were completely ruined. Her face was covered with cum, and cum oozed out her pussy down her legs. Shakily she stood up and waited to see what was next. Jack ordered her to take off all her clothes. She obeyed, unzipped her form-fitting dress and peeled it down to reveal her firm round breasts, free for the appreciative gaze of the men. Then she pulled her dress the rest of the way down, letting it fall to the floor. There were no panties, since Jack had already ripped them off her. Naked now except for her white stockings and high heels, exposed and defenseless before the strange trucker, she lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide, offering up her pussy to be fucked, just waiting to be mounted. Tony stripped off his clothes, revealing a hairy body with many tattoos, and a beer belly that hung down unappealingly. His cock was becoming hard again already, at the sight of my gorgeous naked wife. He got in-between her legs and rubbed his massive cock against her wet and hot pussy. He asked her, "Do you want my cock?" "Yes, yes, please fuck me with your big hard dick. Oh, I love it so much. Don't tease me. Fuck me hard and fast. I need it so bad. I can't get enough of your giant cock. C'mon, baby, use my cunt, fill me up with your cum," Angela answered. I couldn't believe that she was acting so slutty for this guy who was so repugnant to her refined sensibilities. Tony plunged his cock into her wet pussy in one long thrust, and started fucking her hard and fast. Soon she wrapped her legs around him and even sucked on his lips and tongue, like she was passionately in love with him. She begged him to fuck her harder and faster. Soon she started coming, and she yelled so loudly that probably every cabin at the motel could hear her. "OOOOHHHH YESSSSSSS! I'M COMMMING. OOHHH, DON'T STOP! YESSSS, THAT'S IT" She bucked up against his cock like a wild bronco and thrashed and moaned and tossed her head back and forth. He slammed into her with equal passion, and soon he exploded into her pussy. I could see clearly the cum oozing out from around his dick so tightly embedded in her pussy, as she took yet another load of warm manly cream. Jack and Tony continued fucking for several hours, taking her in every imaginable position. Each of them filled her pussy with come at least twice, and came in her mouth at least once. I watched helplessly, mesmerized by the sight of my wife being used as a receptacle for their jism. Finally, they finished with my wife, and she put on her clothes, except for her panties, which had been shredded. I hopped down from my perch and walked back to my car. I drove hastily back home, to get there before my wife. I climbed into bed and turned off the lights, pretending to be asleep. Soon my wife arrived home and came to bed. She took off all her clothes, but instead of taking a shower, she crawled into bed and pushed my head down to her come-drenched pussy. I obediently licked and sucked her clean; she came twice before I was done. Then she pushed me away and went to sleep. The next day, she said we were going shopping. We went to the mall, and she led me to Victoria's Secret. I assumed she was going to buy some nice lingerie for herself. Instead, she led me to the section with little French maid's outfits, and started picking out an outfit for me! She took some items and checked them against my body, and then she went to the dressing room. "Come on, hubby. We have to see if these fit you before we buy them." Meekly I followed her to the dressing room. We went in together, and she watched while I tried on the black stockings, garter belt and straps, the tiny bikini panties, a frilly skirt which hid nothing, a bib with white lace, and as a final touch, a bonnet for my head. She stood back to look at me, and seemed satisfied. Of course I was completely humiliated, but somehow I felt powerless to disobey her. "Stay there for a minute," she told me and left me alone. A minute later she came back with the young salesgirl in tow. They both entered the dressing room, and the sales girl stifled a giggle when she saw me. "I want to get your opinion on this outfit" Angela said seriously. "Do you think this is a good fit?" The girl replied, grinning widely, "Oh, he looks marvelous. It's just the right outfit for him, and he looks so sexy." "Yes, but do you think the panties could be a size smaller? You know how important it is to have tight panties," Angela commented with a straight face. My panties were already strained so tight they practically cut off my circulation. "Well, yes, of course you're right about that. But those panties are pretty tight right now. I think if they were any smaller they might rip," the salesgirl said knowledgably. "OK, hubby, let's buy this outfit," she said to me. Then she and the salesgirl walked out leaving me alone to change back into my regular clothes. As soon as they left the room, I heard them explode into gales of laughter at my humiliation. I took the maid's outfit to the front counter and paid for it while my wife waited out in the hallway. The sales girl smirked at me, and said as I left, "Enjoy your new outfit." Then Angela took me to the shoe store where she picked out a matching pair of high heels for me. Again the sales girls were entertained by watching me tottering around the store as I tried on the high heels. I would have to get used to walking in these things, I thought to myself. Every weekend now, I was ordered to stay home wearing the maid's outfit and clean the house while she went out shopping with her friends. If she found one spot when she came back, she put me over her knees and spanked me while I was wearing the maid's outfit. That always got my penis very hard, so then she ordered me to go to the bathroom and jerk off. Sometimes she came into the bathroom and watched me jerk off, giggling at my humiliation. At night she would dress up and go hit the clubs, coming home late with her pussy filled with come, which she always made me clean up. A few weeks later, I was cleaning up around the house, wearing the maid's outfit on Angela's orders while she was out shopping. She pulled up in her sports car, and came inside with her packages. To my surprise, however, she brought company, a young kid who looked like about 19 years old. I didn't expect any guests, but since he had already seen me wearing the maid's outfit, it was too late to hide. So I stood there stupidly, dressed in my frilly skirt, black nylons, high heels, bib, and silly bonnet. Her guest was about 6 foot tall, tan and buff, wearing a t-shirt and jeans. She introduced me to Stewart and we shook hands briefly, while he seemed to chuckle to himself at my humiliating outfit. "Stewart is my new boyfriend Tom," she informed me brazenly. "I know you don't mind. We met on one of those internet personal services," she said casually, as if telling me about some new shoes she had picked up at the store. I was shocked. This was the first time she had openly discussed her affairs with me. Then I got the real shocker when she continued, "Since you like being a cuckold so much, I thought you might like to watch this time." She laughed loudly at the shocked expression on my face. But there was nothing I could say. "Well, don't just stand there with your mouth hanging open Tom, get Stewart and me some drinks." Somehow, I felt compelled to obey her. I asked what they wanted. Stewart wanted a gin and tonic and Angela the same. I mixed their drinks for them while they sat chatting and laughing on the couch. Occasionally they kissed and fondled each other with ardent desire. I served them their drinks, and Angela ordered me to finish cleaning the house. They continued talking and making out on the couch, as I could see when I passed through the living room. Angela got up to use the bathroom, and when she came out, she told me sternly that there was a water spot in the sink. "You'll have to punished little girl." She had taken to calling me "little girl" when I was wearing the maid's outfit. She sat down on a chair, and ordered me to lie down on her lap. I lay down with my face almost touching the floor, and my panty-covered butt exposed to her view as well as Stewart's. She started slapping my butt as hard as she could. Then she pulled down my panties, and spanked my bare butt. Finally she said, "Stewart, I'm not strong enough to punish this little girl the way she deserves. Come here and give her a few good whacks with your strong arms dear." Stewart got up with a grin, and came over to where Angela was sitting. He reared back and started hitting my ass with the full force of his strong muscles. It hurt so bad that tears came to my eyes, and I found myself crying and begging for him to stop. Angela laughed as he continued to hit me, and then she asked me if I had learned my lesson. "Yes mistress" I answered meekly, tears of pain streaming down my face. She pushed me off her lap and I fell heavily onto the floor. I stood up, and pulled my panties back up. My hard-on was clearly visible through the thin fabric of my panties. With a laugh, she said to Stewart, "Look, our little girl is excited. Why don't you go masturbate in the bathroom, little girl?" I was always so hard after she spanked me that my balls ached, and I had to jerk off. I went off to the bathroom, and she followed me. "Stewart," she said, "let's see the little girl touch herself." They came into the bathroom with me, and laughed while I masturbated to a climax. I was so excited from the spanking that I came almost immediately. As I cleaned myself off, she ordered me, "OK, little girl, come to bedroom now and you can watch your wife get fucked by a real man." They went off to the bedroom and I followed, still wearing my maid's outfit. They laid down together and starting making out, while Stewart fondled her breasts and ass. They both stripped off their clothes, and my wife lay on her back with her legs spread and her knees up, while I watched submissively in the corner. As Stewart got in-between her legs, and prepared to mount her, she said, "Wait a minute lover, I just had an idea. Come here little girl, and put my lover's cock in me. You can help out." I sat down by the side on the bed and reaching in-between them to grab Stewart's massive hard cock. I then inserted his cockhead into my wife's pussy, as she moaned with pleasure. I could see a close-up of my wife's pussy filled with his huge cock as he pushed his way into her tight snatch. "That's a good little girl. Now I want you to put your head under Stewart's ass and suck his balls while we fuck," Angela ordered me. At the foot of the bed, I lay on my back and slid in-between his legs as they fucked noisily. My head reached his huge balls, and I took them into my mouth one at a time, first one and then the other. My nose was pushed up against the base of his cock, as he plunged back and forth into my wife's pussy. It was an uncomfortable and awkward position for me, but I persevered in sucking on his balls while they fucked. Just inches from my eyes, I could Stewart's huge dick plunging in and out of my wife's slit, so tightly stretched around his giant hardon. Finally, their movements increased in tempo, and I heard my wife moaning as she came, urging him to fuck her harder and faster. Then his balls tightened up against the base of his cock as he came, filling my wife with his come. My face was so close to her pussy, that when his come oozed out from her tiny pussy, it dripped onto my face, and I licked up his cream with my tongue. They disentangled themselves and then my wife ordered me to clean off Stewart's cock with my mouth. I obeyed eagerly, licking the juices from his long smooth cock and balls until he was completely clean. Then I was ordered to clean up my wife's pussy while she and Stewart fondled each other. When I was done, she pushed me off the bed with her feet, and I fell to the floor clumsily. I sat on the floor, awaiting her next order while she made out with her new boyfriend. "You know, Stewie, I just had a funny idea," Angela said. "What's that?" he asked. "Well, I think our little girl is old enough to become a woman. Would you help her out?" Stewart laughed and agreed. "Little girl," she said, "come up and get on my lap again." She sat on the edge of the bed, and I bent over her lap again ready to be spanked. But she had something else in mind. She pulled down my panties exposing my bare ass, and then she told Stewart to come over. She stroked his big cock until it was rock-hard. From the nightstand, she took out a jar of vaseline and smeared it all over his massive dick while he stood in front of her. Meanwhile I was bent over her lap with my bare ass in the air and my face practically to the floor. She took Stewart's huge cock in her hands, and pushed it into my virgin asshole. Angela Makes a Cuckold Husband Ch. 02 "Now you're going to become a woman, little girl," Angela told me. He pushed forward brutally, and I cried with pain and humiliation as he violated my tender ass. He plunged his huge cock into me all the way to the hilt, and then started pumping his rod in and out. The pain was excruciating, but I didn't say a word as he roughly fucked my ass. The ass fucking seemed to go on forever as I whimpered helplessly. Finally he increased his tempo as he got ready to come. My wife said, "Wait lover, I think the little girl wants to swallow your cum. Do you want to swallow his cum, little girl?" she asked me. Tears of pain streaming down my face, I said, "Yes." "Yes what, little girl?" she reprimanded me. "Yes, please" I answered. She pushed me off her lap, and I kneeled down in front of Stewart, still wearing my French maid's outfit. She took his cock in her hand, and started pumping it with her tiny fist. I put my lips around his huge cockhead, as big and hard as a large apple. He started coming and Angela pumped his thick cream into my mouth. He came so much I couldn't swallow fast enough, and the cum dribbled down my chin onto my frilly blouse. "Now what do you say?" Angela asked me. "Thank you Stewart," I answered meekly, his come dripping down my chin. They both laughed at my humiliation, and Angela said, "Well I think our little girl is finally a woman."