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Controlled then Cuckold

By: CuckoldGuy



 The story I'm about to relate to you is 100% true, word for word. Only the names have been changed. 

          Marie



It was a warm, June night and I was driving down the main street of town. A car coming in the opposite direction, beeped it's horn and a guy waved me down. I pulled over to the curb and looking into my rear view mirror, I watched the car make a U turn and pull up behind me. It was my friend Ray who I worked with.

He got out of his car and came up to mine saying, "hey Jack, what are you doing tonight?" I replied,"nothing, I'm just driving around to see what's happening. What's up?"

"Well, I got my girl friend in the car and we just want to go and be alone for a while. The problem is she has her friend with her and she doesn't want to leave her alone. I thought maybe you could take her off our hands for a while. You know, entertain her, take her for a ride or something. Can you do me this favor, please?"

"Yeah, sure. Do I know this girl? What's her name?

"She's Marie Capone. I don't know if you know her or not. She says she knows you."

"No. Never heard of her."

"OK. Let me get her and introduce you two. And thanks man. I owe you one. We can meet back here at the Village Diner at eleven."

After the introductions, Marie slid into the seat next to me. She was fat, not obese but just fat. I thought to myself,"thank you Ray." Her hair was light auburn, in a page cut and she really had a beautiful face with the most sensual mouth. Her lips were puffy and moist, giving her mouth a most sexual look. Added to this, she had very large tits.

The next day, Ray commented to me about her mouth saying, "doesn't she look like she was born to suck cocks." I had to agree.       

I asked her if she wanted to take a ride to the beach where we could walk on the board walk. She agreed saying that she loved the beach. As I drove I said, "so Ray tells me that you know me." She replied," yes. I first saw you in school when I was a freshmen and I asked the girls, who is that good looking guy. Then I would sometimes see you at parties but you never noticed me. Why would you? I'm just a wall flower and besides, you were always with that girl Sandra."

"Ahh, yes, Sandra. She's one of the reasons I quit high school."

"Quit school? That's not too swift. Everybody says your a smart guy. Why would you do such a dumb thing like that?"

"When I first started school my parents told me that they could not afford to send me to college so I just kind of gave up. Then in my senior year all the guys had access to a car, nice clothes and spending money. I always worked after school but I just could not earn enough, so I quit. I was anxious to earn money. How about you? Are you going to college next year?"

"No. If I were a boy I would but my parents don't believe in sending a girl to college. They say that they would spend all that money only to have me get married and stay at home having babies. I didn't give up though, I mean I get high marks and I'm in the Honor Society. After I graduate I'll probably get a job as a secretary. What else can I do."

We talked the night away and I discovered that we knew all the same people. We attended many of the same parties. I never noticed her but she knew me. 

She was a very engaging conversationalist and we had some lively debates. For a girl her age, she knew what was going on in the world. She read the editorial pages of the newspapers and was well opinionated.  

There was a movie coming out that we both wanted to see so I asked her if she wanted to see it with me. She agreed and one night the following week, we went. After the movie we got into my car and I asked her if she wanted to go someplace for a soda or something. She declined saying she would just as soon sit in the car and talk a little bit.

While she was talking, I kept looking at her sexy mouth and sensual lips thinking what it would feel like to kiss them. In her mid sentence, I just leaned in and kissed her. It would be the mistake of my life. After we broke the kiss she reached up and placed her hand on the back of my neck. She pulled me to her and we kissed again. This time she forced her tongue into my mouth and I in turn, pushed mine into hers while I felt her breast with my hand.

When we broke the kiss, she released her hand from my neck and while she was bringing it back to her side, she brushed it across the front of my pants bumping my erection. We kissed again and this time she placed her hand on my knee. She then slid her hand up the inside of my thigh and I felt her caress my hard member. She stroked it a few times and then she began to fumble with my fly. I helped her get my pants opened and I pushed them down to my knees. Holding my cock in her hand she whispered in my ear.

"O my. This feels so nice. It has a lovely head. I like playing with the head. Does it feel good when I do this?"     She had her finger tips dancing around the head of my cock. I could no longer concentrate on her tits. She then slid her hand down the shaft of it feeling my balls and whispering, "o these feel so nice. They are so big and heavy in my hand. I bet they have a lot of cum in them. O, let me feel the shaft of this cock again. Do you like when I give it these little squeezes? It's so hard. Mmmm, the opening has all this pre-cum on it. Let me just smear it with my thumb. I'll use it to massage this sweet spot just under the head, like this. Do you like when I do this? O yes. you do. I can tell."

There was nothing I could say. She didn't give me a chance to answer her. She just kept    whispering. "Ahhh, how about if I stroke it like this? The head is getting so big and it's so hot. Do you like to be stroked? O, I like stroking you. Do you like being stroked by me? Am I doing it right? O, it's really hot now and you're shaking."

She brought her right hand up to her mouth saying, "here, let me wet my hand with some saliva. You'll like it like this." With her left hand she cupped the head of my cock.

I was at the brink of ejaculating and all it took was two strokes with her moisten hand. My body stiffened up as if in a convulsion. I grunted, I moaned, my hips bolted up from the seat and I ejaculated a load of semen into her waiting hand. I fell back into my seat only to have another ejaculation bolt me up again. I was thrashing about, trying to push my cock up into the sky with still another ejaculation. All the while she continued her hand ministrations, playing me like some kind of a musical instrument. All of the while, whispering,"O! You're cumming. That's it. Cum, cum in my hands. Cum some more for me.

My body gave a small shudder as she milked the last drops of semen from me.

Holding her hands up and cupped together with all of my cum on them, she asked if I had a tissue? I was drained. I reached under my seat and handed her a towel that I use when my wind shield gets foggy. "O man, where did you ever learn to do that? That was fantastic. Unbelievable. Who taught you how to do that?"

"Last semester, there was this Jewish boy in one of my classes and we would study together. I would go to his house and we would study up in his room. He taught me how to jerk him off."

"O. What else did he teach you?"

"Nothing else. He would play with my tits and I would jerk him off. That's all we did."

"You still seeing him?"

"No. His mother liked me at first, but then, she found out that I was a Catholic. Then she forbid him to see me."

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah, I liked him. He was a sweet guy."

"Then you never went all the way with him?"

"No. I'm saving myself for when I get married. How about you? Are you still going with Sandra?"

"No. I had asked her out on a date, to go to the movies. Saturday night came and it was bitter cold, like ten below zero with strong biting winds. I walked the three miles to her house, met her parents and then we left for the movies. When we walked out of her house she huddled up close to me and asked,"where are you parked?"

I told her that we were taking the buss. We walked a mile to the buss stop and waited fifteen minutes in the freezing cold for the buss. Then we did the same thing coming home. I vowed I would never put her through that ordeal again so I never asked her out again. 

"Did you tell her why you never asked her out again?"

"No. Do you think I should have?"

"Well, yes. The poor girl probably thought that it was something she said or did."

"O, I did not think of that. Sorry Sandra. Any way after I quit school, I had a car and money in my pocket but it was too late. She was going steady with Sal."

"Did you and she ever, you know, do it."

"Hey, I went to a Catholic grammar school. I was an alter boy. It was a sin to touch a girl inappropriately. It was a sin to touch myself inappropriately. I made out with a lot of girls but I never went all the way." 

"That's good to know. Hey, it's getting late. I have to be home before mid night. My dad says, nothing good ever happens after mid night. My family has a big lunch on Sunday afternoons around two. I would like for you to join us. Kind of pay you back for the movie."

" Hey, you paid me back. I don't want to put your mother out."

"Don't be silly. She likes you. She asked me to ask you."

"OK, I'll be there."

The following day, Ray told me that Marie had confided in his girl friend, referring to me, "that this guy is so good looking, so smart and he is showing an interest in me, that I have got to go on a crash diet."  

With in nine months she lost all of her over- weight but she kept all of her sexy curves. Her tummy was now flat and her tits remained the same beautiful large size. Her hips were rounded blending into her full rounded buttocks. The only word to describe her would be voluptuous. Men would stop and stare as she walked by. She liked the attention they gave her. I would get annoyed and wished she was fat. I was starting to feel for her.

We dated for a year and on her graduation we got engaged. Her parents threw an engagement party for us and the following year we were to be married. Her parents planed a large formal wedding with all the extras.

Upon graduation, she got a job at a local bank as a secretary working in the secretarial pool. Most days after work I was able to pick her up from work and drive her home.

It was on this one particular day, four months before our wedding that I picked her up. She got in my car and she was so excited. The bank had hired a young executive and the president had taken him around, introducing him to everyone. She went on about how handsome and personable he was. He was a college graduate and how he must be from money because he was so refined, aristocratic and he was single.

The following day I picked her up and she was bubbling over with excitement. "Guess What?" she exclaimed,"the new guy is going to manage his own department and the president picked me to be his personal secretary. His name is Warren Blackstone. Isn't that cool." 

I tried to share her enthusiasm and keep everything upbeat but I was dying inside. Up until this time I knew most of the men she worked with, older married guys. I never felt threatened by any of them but now, I could see and feel the excitement and enthusiasm in her face for another man.

Why did the president pick her? The two other secretaries in the pool had more seniority, maybe by two or three years. Why pick my fiancee? He picked her because she was by far the best looking and sexiest woman in the whole place. Some of the older guys who worked there always expressed to me how much they appreciated just watching her walk by. How sexy she was. She did not wear sexy clothes. just a blouse or sweater and a skirt but she could fill out a sweater with her large pointed breasts. Her skirts accented her full rounded buttocks and hips. How she moved when she walked, her motions were so sexual.

That's why the president picked her but he picked her for another reason. You see, the president had a secretary who was also his mistress. The vice president had a secretary, mistress. Having a secretary who was also your mistress was part of the perks. It was the early nineteen sixties and that is just the way it was. If a secretary did not want to be a mistress than she quietly left and found another job but most succumbed to the culture.

When the following Saturday came around, my fiancee had me drive her the thirty miles to where her new boss lived with his parents. She just had to see where he lived. His house was in an exclusive area and Marie was most impressed. She was so excited about her new job and about her new, handsome, young manager. This was not good for me. I felt my days were numbered but I tried to keep upbeat about the situation. I was happy to see her happy. I just loved her so much and I wanted to share in her happiness.

It would be a few days later that she introduced me to him. She was swooning all over him and he knew it. He was handsome in his suit and tie, me in my work clothes. His finger nails, manicured and polished. Mine, bitten and chewed. His teeth were all white and straight, mine crooked and discolored. He was a college graduate and I was a high school drop out. I shook his hand. He was taller than me and his hands were larger than mine. I knew that his other body parts had to be larger than mine. I felt that he was the superior male, like when your talking to your doctor. He was so self confident, the confidence a person gets from knowing they completed college. I had no self confidence at all and it bothered me to be at the station of life that I was at. He was the Alpha male. I tried to stay away from him so that she could not compare us side by side.

Sooner or later he was going to take her. I could tell by her interactions with him that she was his already. It was just a matter of time. She was there by his side, five days a week, eight hours a day. She was so beautiful, in and out, so sensual and so sexual. The sound of her soft sensual voice and the aroma of her female hormones. How could he work so close to her and not feel that male arousal well up in his loins.

I saw how other men looked at her. I didn't like it but then I was proud of her. Such a sexy woman to be on my arm. I did not want another man looking at her much less fucking her. Another man caressing her and feeling her ass, pushing his cock up into her.

I knew she was his whenever he decided to take her. I would give anything for him to go away but instead, I would go away and forget her. If I could. She was more interested in him and quite frankly, I could not blame her. Whenever we were together she would talk about him the whole time. I needed to end our engagement.

One night we were setting up our newly rented apartment and I felt it was time to end it. I started to tell her how I felt. That it was not going to work out for us. That we needed to end it. She knew my feelings as she always did.

Sitting next to me, she turned to me and started to tell me not to worry, that he was just her boss. As she spoke she unbuckled my belt, unfastened my pants and unzipped them. I felt her hand begin to fondle my penis and bring it to erection. Stroking my cock she went on."Oh baby, I don't mean anything to him. He has so many girlfriends. They are telephoning him all the time. Honey you are the most important person to me. I don't want him and he doesn't want me."

She continued,"in a couple of weeks we will be married. Then you will be able to put this peter of yours into me. I want so much to feel it in me. Don't you?"

Bringing her hand up to her mouth she filled her palm with saliva and then I felt her moist hand slide around the head of my cock. Her other hand cupped over it as I answered her question.

"Yes, yes. I do. I love you so much. More than anything. Nothing you can do would make me stop loving you."

"I know, I know. Warren is very handsome and very sexy. If he ever made a pass at me, I don't know if I could resist his advances. I mean, if he fucked me would you still love me?"

"O God! I'm cumming! Yes. Yes. Ahhh, ooo, I love you no matter what."

"O, so much cum. You came a lot. Now kiss me."

I sealed my fate and I would be married. 

Controlled then Cuckold Ch. 02



To continue with my true story;

So here I am standing at the alter of her church with a priest and my four friends. The best man and three ushers. She is walking up the aisle in her designer wedding gown at the arm of her father. He is spending thousands upon thousands of dollars for this formal wedding and reception. My parents are spending nothing which adds to my obligations to her family.

The priest addresses Marie," do you, Rosemarie, take this man," etc. Her name was Rosemarie but all of her family and friends call her Marie. She was introduced to me as Marie. When she was in school, all of her teachers, students and now her coworkers refer to her as Rose. Marie and Rose will become two different personalities.

Marie will always try to appear as she does today. The pure, religious, loving, faithful innocent wife. Rose will soon develop into a woman with a free spirit, un-enslaved by religion or morals.

She just turned nineteen and she is so beautiful. By marrying me, she will have the freedom from her dominating family. She says that she loves me and yet we both know that she has a sexual attraction for her manager. He is standing near by in the crowd of some two hundred fifty guests. He knows all too well of her infatuation for him.

I love her unconditionally and that puts me at a disadvantage because I love her more than I think she loves me. Her happiness is all that matters to me. I'll do whatever it takes to make and keep her happy.

I considered breaking off the engagement because of her attraction to him. But then, I can't run away every time my women finds another man attractive. I reasoned that it's better to share her than not to have her at all. 

She openly admitted to me that she was attracted to him. I feel that if something sexual happens between them, she will confide it all to me. How close can we as a married couple become. He would not have to know that she was sharing all of his intimate details with me. What great pillow talk. I just have to keep her communicating with me and to share with me.

I want to have my own family. Perhaps I can get Marie pregnant right away before he can take her. Maybe I should say, before Rose can take him.

On our wedding night, we left the reception, changed at her mother's house and went to a luxury hotel. I had rented the bridal suite. It consisted of a sitting area, two bathrooms and a bedroom. Hey, it was our first time and I wanted to do it right.

Nude we lay on the bed, she on her back and I'm making love to her. Kissing her all over, swimming in her beauty, her softness, kissing her mouth, her neck, her breasts. O how beautiful are her tits, so round, so soft, how I love kissing and sucking her nipples. Other men admire them but they only see them covered. I have them all to myself.

I kiss and lick down her tummy on my way to her pubic hair. Kissing and licking her pubic hairs. I'm down between her legs now, o the aroma and taste of her. She brings her knees up and spreads them to give me better access to her moist, pink rose. I kiss it, then I'm licking and sucking her rose. I push my tongue as far up into her as I can. I just want to be here, like this the rest of my life, hearing her moans of pleasure while I'm eating and tasting her nectar. I feel her hands on the back of my head trying to pull me ever deeper into her. She shudders and thrusts with each orgasm.

She moans,"O! I want to feel you in me. O, please, put it in me." I kiss my way back up her body, till we are mouth to mouth. We kiss and I push my tongue into her mouth. She sucks her juices off my tongue while I position my cock at her cunt. My erection is at it's full five inches long and just a little over an inch thick. I push the head of it so gently into her pussy until I feel it against her hymen. Then I slowly withdraw it, only to push it back up to her hymen again. I keep repeating this movement. 

So many times when we were making out, I would feel her hymen with my fingers but now it was the head of my cock probing it. "O please baby! Don't tease me any more! Do it to me! Let me feel your cock all the way in! Please!"

I'm propped up over her looking down into her eyes with the head of my cock against her hymen. One quick jab and it was done. She cried out in pain, then quickly followed it with a moan of pleasure as I slowly pushed my five inches all the way into her.

"That's it baby! O! It feels so good. I feel so full. O God, I feel so full. I can't breathe. Please, take it out! I can't breathe. O, that's it. I'm sorry. I felt so full and I couldn't breathe. Please put it back in." I entered her again and shortly there after we both climaxed.

We laid there in each others arms and drifted off to sleep. After about twenty minutes I awoke with an erection. I wanted to fuck again but I could not arouse her. She had a long day and she was in a deep sleep. Aroused, I spent the next two hours sitting out on the balcony, looking out over the city. 

This would become her pattern. Once she climaxed, she would go into a deep sleep. She would get angry whenever I tried to wake her. I was a multiple orgasm guy. Intercourse with her always left me in a state of never being fully satisfied. I was always in a state of arousal.

After a week we returned from our honey moon to our jobs. She was now deflowered. She was a married woman, fair game and safe for any single guy.

Her job did afford me with some benefits. Most times by working around her boss she would come home aroused. We had some great sex. In our love making I would mention his name and she would growl and jump all over me as she came. Other times if I felt like sex, I would start talking to her about her job. Then move the conversation about him and she would become aroused. 

Whenever I made love to her I would think of him. How he was going to enjoy feeling his hand over her naked buttocks. How he will love sucking the nipples of her tits. Every time I ate her cunt, I would think about how this is where his cock will be when he fucks her.

Over the first year of our marriage I tried to get Marie to suck my cock. The first time she tried, she said," I can't! It tastes awful and it makes me gag. I feel like I'm going to throw up. I don't want to do a sixty nine. Why don't you just lick me. Let me feel your tongue in my pussy." I was more than happy to do it. In fact, whenever we had intercourse, I would always lick her pussy first.

We were married a year and two months when things took a turn at her job. Her department was doing a lot of business and her office was on the main floor of the bank. It was crowded and always busy so the bank rented a suite of offices down the street. She and her manager were now alone for most of the time. He had a large office with a desk and a small conference table. Marie had her desk in the reception area in front of his office.

There was another office that Tom Dolan a salesman had. He was in maybe two or three days a week. She was also his secretary. He was a man in his late forties, married with two children.

About a month after she was in her new office things between us seemed to change. She seemed distant to me. We were not connected like we had been. During sex she no longer wanted me to mention Warren's name. I could not get her aroused like I use to.

On Fridays she had to work until eight o'clock at night. She would get off at four thirty for dinner and she had to be back at six. I would pick her up and we would go to a restaurant or to her parents for dinner.

Then one day she asked me if on Friday nights she could go out to dinner with the other bank employees. Then I could pick her up at eight. I wanted to say no for I knew that her boss must have an apartment close by.

By now I was convinced that he was now fucking her. I agreed to her request but I was dying inside. I did not want to become a pain in the ass, like a chain around her neck or her keeper. Reluctantly I gave her all the freedom that a single girl would have.

On that Friday I came home to an empty house. I took off my work clothes. I shaved and then showered. It was now four thirty, she would be getting into his car about now. How long of a drive, fifteen minutes? Drying myself I was thinking of her being made love to. I wonder how he will fuck her? I wonder how big his cock is? Will it hurt her when he pushes it in? How long will it take him to cum? I got an erection. I always got an erection whenever I thought of him fucking her.

I laid down on my back on our bed with my jar of vaseoline. It was now five o'clock. About now he would be pushing his cock up into her. At the same time that he was fucking her, I was masturbating. I wanted to cum at the same time she was cumming. I was thinking of her. She's nude, laying on his bed on her back with her legs spread. He's between her legs forcing his cock up into her pussy. I climaxed all over my stomach and I slowly drifted off to sleep.

At eight O'clock I picked her up, thinking that when I get her home I will feel her cum soaked pussy. Then I will confront her. We will talk about it and she will share her experience with me. When she got into the car she claimed that she was sick. That it must have been something she ate. She just wanted to go home and get into bed. She would not let me get near her.

That Saturday morning we awoke and I started to caress her. I asked her how she was feeling and in a very sexy voice, she replied, "I feel very good this morning. Sorry I got so sick on you last night. You were so good to let me rest. That was so thoughtful of you. Mmmm, I love you."

I started making love to her, feeling and kissing her breasts. Sucking on her nipples and then kissing my way down to her navel with my tongue licking into it. Then I licked my way down to her bush. I wanted to taste her nectar, like I've done so many times before.

She stopped me, saying,"no! No! Don't go there." I wasn't stopping. She grabbed a handful of my hair forcing me away, saying,"no! No! I don't like that! I never liked that! I only let you do it but I don't like it. Please respect my wishes. Just put it in me."

"But you always like it when I lick your pussy."

"Well I don't anymore! Just put it in me, please." From that day on for the rest of my life, I was never allowed to make love to her pussy. Never got to taste her nectar again.

What happened next was unexpected and a shock to both of us. She continued, "just put it in me." She was laying on her back, her legs spread with her knees up so her feet were flat on the bed. I positioned myself between her legs and wet the head of my cock with my saliva.

Now I have always had to gently ease my cock into her until it was all the way in and she could adjust to it. It was always tight. This time it slipped right in with no resistance and no feeling what so ever. Her vaginal canal was stretched wide open almost beyond it's limits. 

Looking down at her I could see a look of terror on her face as she realized how open he had left her. I could feel the anger welling up in me and my blood beginning to boil. I thought I had prepared myself for this day. That I would be OK with Warren fucking her. No it wasn't that she was fucked. It was that she preferred to do it behind my back. To cheat on me and not share it with me.

I was so angry, like the time in grammar school. There was a girl sitting across from me and every time the sister would turn her back to the class, the girl would pelt me with a spitball. It hurt and she kept doing it and laughing. Then the girl behind her joined in. They would not stop. I turned in my seat and kicked the girl so hard that she flew out of her seat onto the floor with a large black shoe mark on her white blouse.

The sister saw the whole episode. Violence has a way of escalating. The sister came down on me like a hawk on it's prey. She pulled my hair, slapped my face and punched my ears. I deserved it. To this day I regret kicking that girl.

My first year when I entered the public high school, I got into an altercation with a boy in front of a candy store. I punched him so hard that I knocked him out. They called an ambulance and the ambulance crew revived him.

In my second year of high school, in machine shop there was a frail, thin, sickly boy and a bully would pick on him. I told the bully to leave him alone. The sickly kid became attached to me. He kind of became my assistant.

One morning we were setting up a machine and the bully came walking by. He said, "get out of my way" and he shoved the kid into me. I lost it. I went after the bully. I broke his nose, cut his lips and chipped his front tooth. His blood was everywhere. I would have killed him had the instructor not pulled me off of him.

I have to control my anger. I cannot lose my temper. I was so angry at her. I could strangle her and then go kill him. I could slap the sugar out of her and beat the crap out of him.

Starring down at her I could feel my erection aching. The anger began to transform into sexual feelings. I began to feel very amorous, sensual and very sexual. I was getting so horny. It felt like my whole body was one big sex organ.

My anger was gone. It was replaced by an overwhelming wave of homosexual feelings. I wanted him to be here, standing by the bed, in the nude. I wanted to kneel before him and suck his cock till it was hard. Then I would guide it into her vagina. No! It was no longer her vagina. It was now his. He took it from me with out a fight. I was now it's steward. I would care for it, provide for it and make it available to him when he wanted it. He was the Alpha male.

From now on if I wanted to fuck her I would have to wait for him to be finished with her. I will not be permitted to go before him, only after him as I'm doing now.

I could feel my cock in her and I started moving it back and forth. The look of terror in her face was replaced with a look of love for me.

"That's it baby! Fuck me. Push your cock all the way in me. Let me feel it in me. Here, let me close my legs so you can feel it. O yes, that's so much better. That's it! Cum, cum in your good wife. I love you so much."

I came and she did not. After a while I rolled off of her and lay on my back next to her. I could feel tears well up in my eyes. I closed them so she would not see. She sat up in the bed saying," I got to get going. Have a lot to do today." Through my partially closed eyes I saw her look down at my genitals and she got a look of disgust on her face. 

  End Chapter 2



Controlled then Cuckold Ch. 03



My true story, only the names have been changed.

*

After a while I went into the bathroom to put my soiled clothes into the hamper that we keep there. Her panties from the night before were laying on top of the clothes. I reached in and picked them up. There in the crotch of her panties were the unmistakable dried globs of Warren's semen.

We have been trying to have a baby from the time we got married. After a year we took all of the fertility tests and the doctors could not find any medical reason for my wife not being able to conceive. 

I starred at his dried semen realizing that she intended to have him impregnate her. What a wimp I am. Another man is fucking my wife and he is going to give her his baby. His monster cock probably goes all the way up into her and shoots his seed where mine could never reach. 

Holding her panties I could feel a wave of homosexual feelings overtake me and I got an erection. I brought the panties up to my mouth and kissed his dried semen. Whatever will be, will be.

From day one we have always slept in the nude. I've tried to get her to ware sexy nighties but she refuses. She says that they make her feel like a tramp. We lounge in pajamas and take them off before getting into bed. In the morning, after getting out of bed, we put them back on.

The following Sunday morning we awoke and began kissing. I fondled her breasts and began sucking her nipples. First one, then the other and she started to become aroused. Some times she will get so hot that just before she climaxes, she will climb up on me and hump her pussy onto my mouth, growling,"eat me! Eat me!" This morning she climaxed humping my leg and saying nothing.

Now I moved her into position for intercourse. This time I had her lay on her stomach and I propped a pillow under her hips. This exposes her vagina to me and she can now keep her legs closed while we fuck. This position allows us to feel each other but we cannot look into each others eyes as we climax.

This would become our position every time we had intercourse. It compensated for the stretching out of her vaginal canal that her boss was now doing on a routine basis. 

We came and after a while I rolled off of her. She rolled onto her back and lay there saying nothing. There was no longer any intimacy between us. Intercourse was done in silence.

I laid there looking at her voluptuous beauty. I placed my hand on her womb just at the beginning of her pubic hair. I thought to myself, that when I push my cock into her, this is as far as it goes. 

Then I moved my hand just up above her navel and thought, this is how far his cock must go. She must have read my mind because she turned and looked at me. In a stern voice she asked,"what are you doing?"

"Nothing. Just feeling you."

"Well stop it. I don't like it.

I wanted to make love to her again but she would have none of it and so I was left not being fully satisfied. Intercourse with her always leaves me still aroused. Now that we were married, I missed her hand jobs. I missed how she would take my flaccid penis in her hand and take control of it. She also took control of me. She would talk to me as she had my undivided attention. I loved the feeling of her warm saliva in the palm of her hand as she slid it over the head of my cock. Then she would slide her hand down the shaft and then back up, ever so slowly.

My ejaculations were always so intense, so violent, so complete and satisfying. Whenever I ejaculated by her hand my body would stiffen up, then convulse, shake and jerk with my legs shaking. It was like she was inflicting great pain on me. Like she was murdering me. Then after she milked the last pearl of my sperm, I would settle back down, completely drained and fully satisfied.

Every day I checked her discarded panties looking for traces of his semen and I found it many times. From what I could surmise, they were having sex on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. I said nothing to her about my discovery. I wanted to wait for the perfect time to confront her.

Another man would have divorced her. I still believed that with love and affection, I could get her to confide in me all of her infidelities. Then we would have a close, intimate, and exciting marriage. We could then share all of her experiences and adventures.

It was about three weeks later that I confronted her. It was a weekday and I was out of work for that one day. Construction is like that. She had finished breakfast and went to dress for work. I took my time with breakfast and finished reading the newspaper.

Then I went into the bedroom. She was standing at the mirror putting the last of her lipstick on. I sat on the edge of the bed watching her. She was intent on her lips and did not seem to notice me. When she was satisfied with the way she looked, she formed her mouth into a perfect "O". As she was gazing at her image, I knew what she was thinking, "this is what Warren will see just before he pushes his cock into my mouth."

Her eyes drifted from her image over to the image of me watching her. She was startled and I said,"I know you're having an affair with Warren." She snapped her lipstick closed and stuffed it into her purse. She was angry and she came over to me.

Walking up to me she murmured, "How many times do I have to go through this with you?" She sat down along side of me. Turning to me she placed her hand on my knee. I tried to move it away and she said in a soft voice,"please. Don't pull away from me." She slid her hand up the inside of my thigh saying,"I only want to hold you." Her hand fumbled into the front of my pajamas as she continued; "I like to hold it. I always feel so safe when I'm holding it. If I can only find your little peter. Ah, here it is. Just let me hold it like this. Why don't you lie back. Just lie back on the bed and relax. That's it, relax. Now tell me, why do you think, that I'm having an affair with my Warren? You must have a reason to think this of me."

"Well we don't have sex anymore. Not during the week anyway."

"Honey, I am so busy at work. I'm a secretary for two executives. I'm running that office all by myself. Tom Dolan is not too bad but Warren has me doing everything. I'm even doing all of his personal stuff, paying his bills, planning his vacations and God knows what. Then I have this house to keep up. By the time Friday comes around, I'm exhausted. Maybe you could help me around here?"

A year after we got married we took our wedding gift money and put it down on a house. Tom Dolan helped us secure a mortgage. We were going to fill the house with children but so far, it is just a big empty house.

She continued; "Is that the only reason why you feel I'm having an affair?"

"No. I notice that sometimes you come home and your pantyhose are rolled up in your pocket book."

"Honey it gets hot in that office and I sweat. Then they itch me so I take them off. That's all. Don't read anything into it. It's all in your imagination. Anything else?"

"Yes. Lately your pussy is all open. Like someone with a big cock has been fucking you."

"Oh Jackie. We have been married now for over a year and a half. For a year and a half you have been fucking me, only you. Yes, my poor cunt is all open. You did it to me, you made it all open. My body is changing. Don't start imagining things."

She continued dry stroking my erection and I said," well I have proof that you're having an affair."

"And what would that be?"

"I've found his semen in your panties."

"Oh! So now you're inspecting my panties. Do you have a pair to show me?"

"No. I don't but on many occasions I've found the tell tail signs of his dried semen in the crotch of your panties."

"Too bad you don't have a pair of my panties because you don't have a case. You don't have proof. If you had them then I could show you that what you were looking at is nothing more than my natural body secretions. That's all it is, nothing more. Don't imagine things."

"I know what I saw."

"Mmmm, I haven't stroked you in a long time. How does it feel?"

"It feels wonderful. I love when it's in your hand."

" Just remember, every day I come home to you. Every night I get in bed and sleep with you. I'm not sleeping around. Here, let me add a little saliva. Ah, yes. It makes the head so warm and slippery. Don't worry about Warren fucking me. I mean, what would be the big deal if once in a while, I did suck his cock?" 

"Oh, God! No! No! I'm cumming!"

After I came she gave it one quick final squeeze and my body responded with a shudder. She leaned her face over mine and studied my face for a moment. Then said,"you have a good imagination but it's all in your mind. Now kiss me."

I turned my mouth away from her's and she repeated, "I said kiss me!"

I turned my mouth back to her and she pressed her cock sucking lips to mine. 

End Chapter 3



Controlled then Cuckold Ch. 04



Getting up she said, "I've got to get going or I'm going to be late." Rinsing her hands in the sink and then drying them, she asked. "You'll make the bed, clean up the dishes? Help me out, maybe vacuum this room and the living room?"

"Yes, I will" and then she was out the door. I thought to myself," I just lost another confrontation to her. I'm so poor at arguments, I love her and I always give in to her. Our marriage is so one sided."

Monday to Friday, she belongs to her boss. On those days or nights, she will only let me kiss her, caress and feel her up. If she starts to feel amorous she will end it. Saying, "hey, not so far." For the same reason, she will not let me suck her nipples or touch her pussy. Only on Saturdays and Sundays can I have all of her. And then, it's me making love to her. She never makes love to me except those times when she wants something. Then she will jerk me off while she tells me what she wants.

One Saturday morning I was trying to get her aroused. She was laying on her stomach, with a pillow under her hips. I was laying on her trying to tease her with my cock. It seemed that I could never get her excited for me any more. She had gotten into a pattern of just wanting me to put it in and get it over with. I felt so alone, so abandoned.

To try and get her aroused, I put my mouth to her ear and I whispered, "Rose, I love you."

"Don't call me that."

"Oh, Rose, I love pushing my cock into you."

"I SAID DON'T CALL ME THAT! YOU FUCKING BASTARD. NEVER CALL ME THAT! NEVER! MY NAME IS MARIE!"

While saying that, she twisted out from under me and started pulling my hair and punching me.

I got out of bed and got dressed. She asked me where I was going and I told her I just had to get away from her. She pleaded with me not to leave, to come back to bed, to let her hold me.

I drove to the diner and ordered a coffee and a bagel with cream cheese. I had to think this through. As a couple we got along like best friends. I could make her laugh and she could make me laugh. We shared the same interests, we had the same goals. We wanted to have a family but after all this time, it looked like we were going to be childless. Between us, we had made an unspoken agreement that her boss, Warren, would impregnate her.  She would never put on a sexy negligee for me, saying that it made her feel like a tramp. For the same reason she would never suck my cock. My calling her Rose must have made her feel like a tramp. Maybe, she did not want to bring Rose into Marie's bed.  

Whenever we were within a group who knew her as Marie, she treated me with respect. I was her man Jack. She was the loving, devoted, faithful wife. She would cater to me. "Honey? Can I get you another drink?"

But when we were out with a group who knew her as Rose then I referred to her as Rose. Within this group, she treated me differently. I was her boy Jackie. "Jackie, my glass is empty. Light my cigarette." She always tried to express to those people her domination over me. 

There was a secretary who she became friendly with. Her name was Judy and about the time we were married, Judy married Jim. Jim was a friend of Warren's. They played cards with a group of guys one night a month.

That winter we went with Jim and Judy and Judy's cousin and her husband for a weeks vacation to Florida. We stayed at a hotel.

One afternoon after lounging around the pool we all decided to return to our rooms to rest. We would meet at five and go out to dinner. 

Once in our room my wife showered, put on her robe and settled into a chair with her book. I then showered, dried off and laid across the bed in the nude. I was laying on my stomach and the cool air felt good on my body. I drifted off to sleep.

I was later awakened by a soft knock on the door and before I could stir, I heard my wife moving across the floor. I laid still listening to her open it. Then I heard Jim's voice,"Oh Rose! I'm sorry. Looks like I've interrupted something."

In a hushed voice my wife replied, "no! Don't be silly. He's sleeping."

"Judy wanted me to return this lotion she borrowed."

"Thank you."

"Wow! He looks like he got a bad sunburn."

"No. I think you're looking at his tan line. His back is just darker."

"Oh, maybe you're right. I better be going before he wakes up. See ya later."

I laid there the whole time pretending to be asleep. I was so embarrassed. How could she have another man standing over my naked body discussing my tan lines like I was her pet. After a while I pretended to wake up. She never mentioned that Jim had been there and he never mentioned it.

Six months later I observed Jim feeling up my wife's ass. She had on a summer dress of light material. They did not know that I could see them. I watched as he rubbed his hand up and down her buttock, pressing his fingers into her crack. The expression on her face was of pleasure as she pressed back against his hand. I did nothing and said nothing. 

That night when we were getting into bed I confronted her. She denied it at first and then said, "what am I supposed to do? Make a seen every time a man feels my ass? So he felt me up. It's no big deal. He's harmless and I've got to get some sleep. Good night."

One evening we were invited to my wife's coworker's home for a gathering. Maybe five or six couples were there. Later in the night the girls started talking about Todd Wright. Todd was the manager of the tellers and he had been transferred to the main office when my wife's offices were moved down the street. Funny, my wife always told me what was going on at her job but she never mentioned Todd.

The girls went on about how tall and handsome he was. That he was single and always so well dressed. He was a close friend of Warren, my wife's boss. Some of the conversation seemed to be above me, like there was something that I was not privy too.

As the girls talked, my wife made the comment, "he could put his shoes under my bed anytime." The girls giggled and one of the husbands who I had just met, said to my wife, "yeah but what will you do about Jack?" My wife looked at him and said,"I'll put Jackie on the couch."

"I don't think Jack would go along with that." He was challenging her and she took up the challenge. The room got quiet. She looked at him and said, "Jackie will do whatever I say." Looking at me she continued, "isn't that true Jackie?" I sat in silence not knowing what to say. Then she said, "Watch out boy. If you don't tell me what I want to hear, you may end up on the couch tonight." Everyone laughed and I said,"in that case, yes Rose. Whatever you want."

It must have been about six weeks later that I picked my wife up after work. She came out and said that she had some papers that she had to drop off at the bank. I decided to take a walk with her.

We entered the bank and she left me, walking up the open stair case. There was a bench nearby and as I walked over to it a tall man came walking out of his office. We made eye contact and when he saw me, he turned around and quickly went back into his office. Then I noticed the name plate on the wall near the door, "Todd Wright".

I started to sit down when a guy came over to me and introduced himself. He said his name was David Kline and he was a teller. He knew I was Rose's husband. He wanted to meet me as he heard so much about me from Rose when she worked here in the main building. We talked about my job in construction and so forth. Then my wife came down the stairs and we left.

That night we got into bed and she snuggled up to me. It was a week day night and I didn't expect anything but she began to fondle my cock. It got hard. She lightly and slowly began to dry stroke it.

In a soft voice she said,"this afternoon in the bank, I saw you talking to David. It looked like you two were in a deep conversation. What was that all about?"

"Nothing. He just introduced himself and said that he missed you when you worked there."

"There must have been more. What else did he say?"

"He asked me about my work. You know what do I do. That kind of stuff."

"There must have been more? You two were talking a long time."

"No. Not really. Why are you giving me the third degree?"

"David is a homosexual and a gossiper. I don't like seeing you talking to him. The next time he comes up to you, just excuse yourself and walk away. Do you understand?"

"Look! Nothing is going to happen with me and David. If that's what you mean."

She continued stroking my cock and then she said,"this little peter of yours is all mine. I don't want anyone, male or female touching it and you can understand that. Now, would you like to put it in me?"

"Oh, very much."

"OK. Climb on me."

"Don't you want to roll over on your tummy?"

"No. I want to look into your eyes when we cum. Just climb on me. That's it. Now don't do anything, just let me guide it in. First, I need to wet it."

"No! It doesn't need to be wet." She brought her hand up to her mouth.

"I like it wet, all wet. I want the head to be nice and slippery like this. The shaft needs to be slippery too. Now let me guide it in."

"Oh no! No! Oh my God. Oh God no. I'm cumming. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm cumming. Oh, I came."

"That's OK. It's OK. Just get a towel and clean off my stomach."

After I cleaned the mess I made on her she said,"Now I've got to sleep."

"Oh baby, in a minute I'll be hard again."

"No, that's OK. You missed your chance. Now get some sleep."

I lay there in the darkness thinking of our conversation. She does not want me and yet, she does not want anyone else to have me.

Shortly there after, David took a job with another company and I never saw him again.

     End Chapter 4 



Controlled then Cuckold Ch. 05



My wife has always been extremely possessive of me and this has left me feeling very secure in her love for me.

One night I was sitting with her at a wedding when an older woman came up to us. She was a friend of my wife's mother. She took my hand into her's and said to my wife, "I'm sorry Marie, but I just have to dance with your husband." Off we went to the dance floor.

It was a slow dance, she was a very out going, sexy woman and I could feel her body pressing up against mine. I think she was teasing me and I could feel my cock starting to respond. The whole time we danced she talked about how she knew Marie from the time she was born.

After the dance, Marie and I danced and she made me tell her every word of the previous conversation I had with her mother's friend.

That following morning my wife started fondling my peter. As she was lightly dry stroking me she said, "Last night I watched you dancing with Anna. You were dancing very close. Did this little peter of yours get hard?" When she has me in this position I am always honest with her and I answered, "Maybe. Well, just a little."

She began to get angry and said, "A little! So she felt you get an erection! That is just what she wanted. That is so humiliating, so embarrassing for me. To have your husband get a hard on while he's dancing with another woman and she's my mother's friend. She must be twenty five years older than you."

I replied, "She never knew it got hard."

"Oh, you think so. Women know. Trust me. We know when a guy's dick gets hard," she snapped back at me. Letting go of my hard-on, she said, "Here, why don't you finish this yourself! You can think of her while you jerk off."

After that night, whenever we were going out to a party or gathering, before we showered and got dressed, my wife would set aside a half hour for us to lay down and rest. During this rest period, she would masturbate me to climax. She wanted to be sure that whenever I went out, my balls were completely drained. She now kept a supply of vaseoline and hand towels in the night stand. 

It was now about three years since that Friday night when my wife's boss had first stretched out her pussy. He was still fucking her but had not yet impregnated her. She was completely all his. She would no longer allow me to have sexual intercourse at all and yet, I loved her with such an intensity, so completely. I would do whatever she wanted. I just wanted to please her. I wanted her to be happy. My whole world revolved around her. I kept trying to get her to share her intimacies with me. If she would only do that, then things would be perfect between us. 

At night she would step out of the shower and I would be standing there with a towel. She would come into my arms and I would wrap the towel around her and dry her upper torso. Then she would hold the towel around her shoulders while I took another towel and knelt before her. I would dry her feet, one then the other. She would spread her legs slightly while I dried them and then to her tummy and bush. Then I would take the towel and gently pat and dry the opening of her pussy. That wonderful place that was once mine. Patting it with a towel was now the closest I could ever be to it.

She would then turn around and lean forward a little allowing me to dry the back of her legs and her lower back. With her ass in my face I would move to her voluptuous buttocks, so firm and round. Still on my knees, I would dry one buttock, spreading it open to dry the inside and then doing the other in the same way.

Still on my knees, I drop the towel and caress her hips with my hands. Pressing the side of my face against the crack of her buttocks, I once again pledge my love to her, saying, "Marie, I love you more than any man could ever love you. I adore you. There is nothing you can do to make me stop loving you. I'll do whatever you want, anything. I just want to make you happy. Just tell me what you want. I just want to serve you. I love you that much." 

Feeling her tender buttocks with my hands, I press them apart revealing her anus so close to my mouth. She leans forward a little further as I kiss and lick her opening. She presses back against my probing tongue.

Then suddenly, she twists and turns away from my grasp saying, "Hey boy! Don't get too frisky. That's enough." She was the one who was getting frisky and she wanted it to end. She was afraid to let me arouse her and it was all my fault. I did it to her. She no longer would allow me to be that close to her.

In the past I would make love to her and she would become passionate. Then I would try and get her to talk of her indiscretions. This would put her on her guard. She was afraid that in the heat of passion, she might say something that she would later regret. It was safer not to let herself get hot with me. She now had Warren or Todd or maybe both of them to sexually arouse and satisfy her.

After I dried her, she would put on her robe and sit in her chair to watch TV. Sometimes she would sit in a way as to expose her pussy to me. She would watch me looking at it and when our eyes would meet, I could read her mind. It said, "you can look all you want but you cannot touch."

She enjoyed having me always in a state of arousal. It boosted her ego to see me get an erection whenever she exposed a part of her body to me. It gave her a feeling of power and dominance knowing that she could command me not to touch her. That she would only let me touch her when she felt like it. It delighted her to keep me in a constant state of arousal. To see me always with an erection.

Sometimes I would become frustrated, agitated or angry and she would say in a very soft, seductive tone, "Come and lie down with me." I knew what those words meant. I would get an erection every time I heard her say them. I would lay down with her and then in her sensual voice she would whisper in my ear, "Give me some vaseoline." I would reach in the night stand, get her jar and open it for her. She would put some on her fingers. It wasn't as sensual to me as her warm saliva hand but for her, it did the job quickly and quite efficiently. She would take my cock into her oiled hand and with a few masterful strokes, I would fill her hand with my warm seamen. Once again, I was her calm, docile, loving and obedient cuckold. 

Sometimes I would say to her, "You know, whenever I think of another man fucking you, I get an erection." She would answer, "That's because you are a homosexual or a pervert. I don't know which and nobody is fucking me. You don't have proof. It's all in your mind. You're imagining it. You need help."

I did seek help. I found a woman psychologist. I needed a woman's point of view. I felt she could help me find a way to get my wife to open up to me. After many consultations, she came up with some conclusions and recommendations.

Her advice to me was, "If you feel that your spouse is having an affair, then she most likely is having an affair. You don't need proof."

She continued, saying, "As for getting her to admit her indiscretions, you are doing all that you can. Continue expressing all of your love and affections to her. Over time, she may come around. I doubt if she ever will but who knows?" 

In closing, the psychologist said, "In conclusion, I would recommend that you very seriously consider getting a divorce."

Getting a divorce? I can't. I have no place to go. I know my marriage is sick but I love her so much. How could I get a divorce and face all of that loneliness. The construction industry had dried up. I have no job, no money. I'm trying to get a job in an unrelated industry but I don't have a high school diploma. My wife is completely disgusted with the loser she married.

I took a test for a GED and passed. Now with a diploma I enrolled in a college class at night. Math was always my best subject. Six months later, because of my math skills, I got a job in the Research and Development Lab. of a large corporation. The company would pay for my college.

Marie was now happy but something happened to my feelings for her. I realized that she would never admit anything to me. She was having her affairs and her life was filled with sexual excitement and gratification. She was not sharing her excitement and experiences with me and this made her the the biggest bore that I ever knew. I found that she was not only very boring but she was very selfish. I buried myself in my work and school.

Marie was a great housekeeper. She kept the house clean and uncluttered. She washed my clothes, did the food shopping, paid the bills and filed them. If I meet another girl then I will consider divorce but for now, I have a good housekeeper. Everyone knows that a good domestic is very hard to find. Every once in a while I will have to pat her on the ass to keep her going.

She continued working at her job but I was no longer interested in her. One day she asked me for my opinion on a bachelor party her boss was planning. He was planning the party for his best friend, Marty. She said that Warren wanted it to be a perfect party and he told her to buy food and drinks for about ten or twelve guys. She asked me what she should buy.

I thought to myself that her boss is going to get her to be the entertainment for his party. She's smart but she is naive. Sure enough, two weeks later she came to me with a question. She said that the bank was having a board of directors meeting and the secretary, Mrs. Conley always takes the minutes. This time Mrs. Conley could not do it and she asked Marie if she would do it.

Marie was asking me if she could do it. She always told me what she will or will not do. She sounded very apprehensive, like if I said no then she would be off the hook. Warren must be putting a lot of pressure on her. She did say, "That he wants this party to be perfect."

I know I should have said, "No" but I said, "Yes. Do it. It will be a good experience for you." She asked me, "Are you sure? I mean, I will be out very late and I will have the car. You won't be able to go anywhere. Are you sure?" I told her, "Yes, go." I thought to myself, "She knows that she is going to be gang banged and there is nothing she can do about it."

That Tuesday night she came home just before midnight. She did not look any for the ware and she showed me a fifty dollar bill that she had earned for the night. I thought it odd that a bank would pay her in cash. They have payroll and taxes. They keep records. No, the bank did not pay her in cash. Her boss gave her the fifty dollar bill. That works out to ten guys at five dollars a man. 

A couple of weeks later, she missed her period.

      End Chapter 5



Controlled then Cuckold Ch. 06



This is a true story. The names have been changed to prevent embarrassment of the people involved. We were all just young people in our twenties.

*

The bachelor party was a major event in the life of Rosemarie. To her family she was known as Marie, my church going wife. To the ten or twelve guys from the party she was known as, "Rose the whore" and they passed her name around to their friends. Her boss, Warren, had cuckold me and now he turned my young, innocent and naive bride into a prostitute.

That weekend Marty was married. He went off on his honey moon but he couldn't wait to get back and be with my wife. She fell in love with him. She loved him like I had loved her and there wasn't anything she wouldn't do for him. He was a salesman and he used her as an incentive for his clients. He became her pimp. Everyone called him Marty except my wife. She referred to him as Martin.

A couple of weeks after the bachelor party she found herself pregnant. After trying for about five years, it finally happened. It took ten or twelve guys to do it and she was now pregnant. She was excited and yet, she could not say anything to anyone. She had me, her husband, to deal with first.

Over the past three years she had gradually denied me sexual intercourse and for the past five months, leading up to the bachelor party, she would not allow me to fuck her at all. The only times I climaxed were either in her hand or in my own. 

Suddenly, night or day she would say to me, "Lie down with me. Put it in me." For the next two or three weeks I was now fucking her all the time. It was now safe for her to announce that she had missed her period and I would think that it was me who made her pregnant.

She could now go back to denying me sex. She would use the excuse that she was pregnant. Once again, my cock was returned to it's status of being her trophy ornament. She would only use it in controlling me.

At first, her breasts became very large and she attracted a lot of men. On the weekends she would have me take her to places, like a diner or a coffee shop. It seemed like she was on a schedule because the whole time she would be looking at her watch. We would enter an establishment and I would notice a man sitting by himself. Even though they did not speak to one another, there seemed to be a recognition between them. It was like they were there to look each other over. I would think to myself that she was turning tricks and she was using me as her protector. I gave her legitimacy, after all, she was a young, attractive, married woman. Her husband kept her home at night. She was very desirable and she was safe.

For me, going with out sex made me very aware of our environment and the people around us.

After a few months, her belly began to show. Sometimes we would run into some of her boss's friends. The ones who had attended the bachelor party. Looking at her they would laugh and poke each other. My wife's face would get red and she would turn and look at me to see if I knew what was going on. I pretended not to notice anything. People always relax when they think you're deaf, dumb and blind.

It was the bank's policy that when a woman was six months pregnant, she was required to resign, which my wife did. I was still earning minimum wage and we needed money for our house payments. She told me she was earning money by typing at home. I often came home and met a business man who was just dropping off or picking up his typing work. The other days she would go off with her friend Martin.

Pornography was illegal at the time but she and Martin starred in XXX movies or stag films as they were called. The films were produced by the Mafia. I know to this day that if I had divorced her, she would never have lived to be a mature woman.

She gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. We were not going to be a childless couple. 

Let me now race ahead with my story to the present. I've just turned sixty years old. All of my children are college graduates and doing well. One son is named Martin.

It's a Saturday morning. We have just finished making love. Well, maybe not love, I should say, "that I just finished fucking my boring house-keeper." As always, we fucked with her laying on her stomach and we did it in silence. We are old now and we have grown to accommodate one another. I was horny and she was the only one in the bed.

After we climaxed she became very remorseful. "Jack, there's something I must tell you," she said in a low voice. She was sitting up leaning against the headboard with a pillow behind her and this is the story she related to me in her own words:

"When we were first married, I tried to stay faithful to you and I was for that first year and a half. Then things changed. I was working for Warren and you remember the bank moved our offices down the street. It was just Warren and me working in that second floor suite of offices. Sometimes Tom Dolin was there but most of the time he was out on the road and we were alone."

She continued, "Well, one morning during the second week we were alone something happened. Warren had a small conference table in his office and we were sitting at it side by side. I was reading from a list of numbers to him and he was checking them off on his list. Our thighs were touching and I didn't think anything of it. Then he said to me to hold on a minute and he stood up. I was sitting there looking up at him waiting for him to say something."

She took a deep breath and continued,"He was looking down into my eyes and then his eyes shifted over to the front of his pants. I looked to where he was looking and I saw this large bulge and he slowly turned it to me. It was at my eye level and only inches from my face. He kept alternating, looking at me then looking at his bulge. I reached over and started feeling it. He said to wait a moment and he went over and closed his office door. I thought that this was it. He is going to fuck me. My heart was pounding and I was so excited. I wanted him so bad and I was ready. As he came over to me I stood up expecting him to kiss me but he didn't. He was taller than me and he just pulled me in close to him. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me. I started feeling and rubbing it with my hand. He undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. Then he pushed his boxers down. Now I had his bare cock in my hand and I was going to stroke it like I do to you.

"I wanted to turn around and lean over the table so he could fuck me but no, he didn't want to. He told me to kiss it, so I bent down and kissed the head of his cock. Then he commanded me to kiss it again and to lick it. I didn't think I could do it but I got down on my knees. I took his cock into my mouth and I sucked him off. Then with out warning, he shot his cum. Some of it got into my mouth, on the side of my face and some into my hair. He stood there holding his cock and shooting his semen all over the floor.

"When he finished cumming, I excused myself and went to the lady's room. I rinsed out my mouth and washed his cum off my face and hair. When I returned to his office, it was like it never happened. Everything was clean and he was sitting at the table. We just went back to work and nothing was ever mentioned about what had just happened.

"The following day was uneventful. He said nothing about it. It was like it just never happened and I thought it would never happen again.

"Then the following morning, he was in his office and I was at my desk. He called me, saying,"Rose. I need you." I walked into his office and he was sitting at his desk. He said, "Close the door." I walked back to the door and closed it. When I turned around, he was standing next to his desk undoing his pants. I slowly walked over to him as he let his pants and under-ware fall to the floor. He lifted and held his shirt tails up, exposing his hard on. Nothing was said, I just got down on my knees and sucked him off again. This time he came in his handkerchief. 

"It was like every other day, he would say, "Rose, I need you." It became his code for a blow job. I wanted him to fuck me but he refused. He just wanted his dick sucked. While I was sucking him off he would never say anything. He would never say please or tell me when he was going to cum. He never complimented me or said thank you. 

"Over the next couple of weeks, he became more aggressive. He made me keep the head of his cock in my mouth while he was ejaculating. It didn't matter to him that I was choking and gagging on his cum. He would fill my mouth with his semen and when he was done, I could then spit it out into a tissue. He kept a box of tissues on the edge of his desk for me. His cum was so slimy that I had to go to the lady's room and rinse out my mouth.

"Some days he would get back from lunch when he had a few drinks and he would have me suck him off. I dreaded those days because it would take so long to get him to cum. My back would hurt from kneeling there so long.

"After a month or so it began to grate on me. I started telling him that I could not do it anymore. That it was bothering me and I felt guilty about cheating on my husband. And I did feel so guilty. Every time you picked me up from work, I would kiss you and think that his cock had been in my mouth just hours before.

"One morning I was setting at my desk and I heard that dreadful call, "Rose, I need you." I entered his office and closed the door. He was not standing at his place. He was sitting at his desk reading something. He pointed to the place where I always kneel, so I knelt down and waited for him. After a while he got up and stood in front of me and lowered his pants.

"While I was sucking him off, I started to think that this is not what I wanted. I didn't want it to be like this. Then I lost it. I burst into tears. I was crying and he bent down to comfort me. He said," Rose, you're right. This is wrong of me. I should not have you doing this. This is the last time. I promise. Just finish this and it will be the last time you ever have to do it." He was right. It stopped but only for two weeks. 

"We had a small office where we stored our office supplies. This one morning I was in there on my knees taking inventory. Warren walked into the room and he closed the door. I heard him latch the lock. I got up off my knees as fast as I could as he said, "Rose, I need you." I got sick in my stomach. I pleaded with him," No. No, Warren. Please, no. You said we wouldn't do this any more. Oh please no. I can't do this to my husband."

"Your husband will never know, I need you now," he replied firmly. He knew we had just bought a house and I needed the job. He placed his hands on the tops of my shoulders and applied a slight pressure for me to go down as he said," Listen! You are here to attend to my needs and I have some real needs. If you can't do it then I'll have to get someone who will."

"I thought to myself, what's the use. I got down on my knees and helped him undo his pants. Then I pulled down his boxers revealing his hard cock and large hanging balls. His cock was pointing straight at me like it was demanding that I open my mouth, so I did. Without saying another word my boss pushed his cock into my mouth only stopping when he heard me gag. Sucking him off was now one of my duties. 

"While I was sucking him in and out of my mouth he spoke to me. He said," Rose, just take it all the way into your mouth and hold it there. Get it as far down your throat as you can. That's it, now start swallowing. Keep swallowing. Try to swallow it down your throat. Swallow some more."

"I did as he instructed me. I was kneeling there with his cock deep in my throat and I kept swallowing it just like he said. As I was swallowing, I was looking into his pubic hair which was inches from my face. His cock was large and I couldn't get it all the way down my throat like he wanted me to.

"He continued," Don't stop, keep swallowing. That's it. One more swallow. Oh yeah, that was so good." He slowly withdrew his softening cock. It was all clean. There was no mess. The mess was all in my belly. I didn't even know that he came. I didn't taste his cum and I didn't gag or choke. He taught me how to suck him off with out making a mess. After that I would suck him off whenever he wanted it. He never fucked me.

When my wife finished her story, I said,"I'm sorry he never fucked you. If I had known, maybe I could have helped you seduce him. Now you're telling me that for the next four years that you worked for him, you gave him a blow job whenever he wanted it? That's like two or three times a week?"

She looked up at me and shook her head, "Yes."

Then I asked her,"You never sucked my cock. Why?"

Sounding remorseful she replied,"I know. I felt that if I sucked you off, then you would always want that."

I said to her,"Do you see the Shakespearian Tragedy here? Forget about me. You denied yourself the joy of giving your husband, the man you supposedly loved, the ultimate pleasure. I feel sorry for you," and I did. I also had an erection from all her talk. I could not keep my hands off of her. We made love again. This time the love making was long and intense. We fucked face to face and we talked. We must have mentioned Warren's name a hundred times.

All that day and night I felt so close to her. She was sharing her deep intimate secrets with me. She was sharing her life with me. That night I fell asleep with her in my arms.

The following morning we made love again and then we talked some more. I asked her,"You said that Warren never fucked you. If he never fucked you, then who did?"

"They all did. Everyone fucked me," was her answer.

"Who was the first?" I asked.

"Tom Dolan," she replied.

"Tom Dolan! He had to be fifty." I was surprised.

"Yeah, I know and I was twenty. He had a wife and teenage kids. I felt bad about that but it just happened." 

I asked her,"How did it happen?"

She began another story: "I guess it began on the morning that I was sucking off Warren and I started crying. After Warren was done with me, I came out of his office and Mr. Dolan was standing there at my desk. He saw that I had been crying and asked if I was alright. I told him yes that I just needed to go to the lady's room.

"After a while he came back to my desk with some typing for me to do. He asked me if he could take me to lunch and I accepted. We went down to the coffee shop. He was very kind to me and we talked about his family, you and Warren. During the conversation he placed his hand on mine. It was so warm and he was so comforting. He was so considerate and understanding. Only an older man can be so sensitive like that.

"It was a couple of days later when Warren was out of the office. I was filing some folders. The filing cabinet was in the hall and with the draws open you have to squeeze by. Tom came out of his office to make some copies on the copy machine and he had to squeeze by me. I was bent over and when he did, I felt his hands on my hips and his pelvis brush against my ass. After he made his copies I felt the same motion as he returned to his office.

"After a moment he came out of his office and began to squeeze by me again. This time he held my hips and ground his pelvis into me, like he was giving me a long sensual hump. I straighten up, turned into his arms and kissed him long on his lips. He then kissed me back and I felt his tongue come into my mouth. I sucked his tongue and then we broke the kiss. We were standing outside the conference room, so I stepped inside it and I backed against the conference table. He followed me and closed the door. We were standing there about four feet apart. He was looking at me not knowing what to do.

Looking into his eyes, I reached under my skirt at the sides and hooked my thumbs into my pantyhose. I rolled them down my legs and stepped out of them. Turning around, I laid over the conference table with my upper body and my feet on the floor. I laid there listening to the rustle of his clothes. I was so nervous and excited. I could feel my heart pounding through the table.

"I felt him step up to me. Then I felt the cool air on my bare buttocks and pussy as he folded my skirt up onto my back. I spread my legs for him. Then I felt the head of his peter against the opening of my pussy. It was so hot. God was it hot. He held my hips with his hands as if to steady me and then I felt the head of his cock enter me. Slowly he pushed his hot cock all the way up into me and I pushed back into him. In that position he could get it all the way in. His cock was so hot that I began to get perspiration on my fore head. He fucked me so completely. It was the first time I had been fucked by someone other than you. 

The next morning he gave me a single rose which I put in a vase on my desk.

"In our suite of offices, the lady's room was next to a kitchenette. I was the only one who used the lady's room so we use to go in there. It had a large counter and he would fuck me on it.

"He was built the same as you. What I mean is that his penis was the same size as yours so you never noticed anything. The times that you saw my pantyhose rolled up in my pocket book were the days that he fucked me."

It was at this point that I had to have my wife again. Her stories were making me so horny. I had to fuck her while she was bent over the dresser, just the way Tom Dolan had fucked her, over a conference table so many years before.

End Chapter 6



Controlled then Cuckold Ch. 07



This true story began at a time before there were sexual harassment or discrimination laws. Only the names have been changed.

*

My wife's revelations had the effect of a long term aphrodisiac on me. She became so exciting, so alluring and so interesting. She was now sharing her most intimate secrets with me. I felt so close to her, like when we were first married.

I wanted to be with her twenty four hours a day but I had my job to go to. During the week there wasn't enough time to be intimate with her. I had to wait for the following Saturday morning. Then we would have the time to lie in bed, make love, talk and finally, after all of these years, she would share her secret life with me. 

Saturday morning came and at my probing, she began another story:

"When our offices were moved, Todd Wright was transferred to the main office and he was made manager of the tellers. He and Warren were friends. They had gone to high school together. He would often come by Warren's office or they would go out to lunch.

"Whenever he saw me, he could never keep his eyes off of my breasts and would always make little sexual jokes or innuendos. I would laugh and flirt back. He asked me to lunch a few times but I always declined. I mean, I didn't think it would be right, as Warren was my manager. I didn't want to get in the middle of something. With Mr. Dolan, it was different, he was my manager too.

"Then one Friday afternoon, Todd and Warren were standing by my desk talking. Looking at me, Todd said to Warren, "Look at this girl. I've asked her out to dinner on Friday nights and she refuses me." Warren looked at me and said, "Rose, the guy only wants to take you out to dinner. He's a nice guy and it's a free dinner." 

"I told them that I can't tonight. Maybe next week. They both smiled at each other and shook hands. Warren was going to share me and I felt a flash of excitement.

"That week I asked you if I could go out to dinner with the people from work and you said that I could.

"The following Friday night I went with Todd. That stupid David Kline saw me in Todd's car and he told the girls at work. When I got in Todd's car he said that he needed to stop at his place to get his check book. It was a five minute drive to his apartment building. He parked and asked me if I wanted to see his apartment. I didn't want to sit out in the parking lot so I said,"sure."

"In his apartment we started to caress and kiss. Very quickly he had my clothes off and devoured my tits, like he was a starving dog. I had to keep telling him to please don't make any marks on my body. He was so rough. He didn't make love to me. It was more like he was attacking me. He was so unlike Mr. Dolan who was so tender and gentle.

"In no time he had me nude and spread out on his bed. He was squeezing my tits and sucking my nipples so hard. First one then the other. "Please, please, don't make any marks," is all I could say. He was in a fury. He kicked off his shoes, pulled his pants and shorts off. He left his shirt and tie on.

"Kneeling between my spread legs, he lifted my leg up and placed it on his shoulder. Then he did the same with my other leg.

"I was laying there on my back with my legs draped over his shoulders. He pushed forward so that my knees were almost touching my shoulders. He had a look of anger in his face and it scared me. I couldn't see his cock because of his shirt but I reached down to place it in my pussy. When I felt it, I really got scared. It was huge. It was fatter than my rolling pin and maybe longer. If I knew his cock was that big, I would never have gone with him but now it was too late.

"He was in a frenzy and I knew I couldn't stop him. All I could do was to plead with him not to hurt me. That he had to go slower. He assured me that he would not hurt me as he pushed the head of it against my opening. He slowly worked it in and then with little fucking motions, he worked it all the way up into me.

"With his cock completely in me, I felt so full and I couldn't breathe. Just the way I felt the first time you fucked me. With my legs over his shoulders and my knees almost touching my shoulders he fucked me furiously. Looking and acting like he was angry, he pounded away at me. The bed was bouncing and his balls were slapping against my ass. He was calling me a cunt and a whore. He was so violent until he finally shot his load in me.

"After he came he rolled off of me and laid on his back beside me. We were both spent. He apologized for his behavior, saying that he hadn't been with a woman in a long time. He was so handsome that I found that hard to believe. 

"After about two years of seeing him, I came to realize that he was using David like Warren was using me.

"I laid there on my side playing with his soft cock. I was so fascinated with it. I never saw such a big cock in all of my life. Even with it being soft, I could hardly get my hand around it. 

"He fucked me twice that night. When I left his apartment my legs were shaky. My pussy and my insides were hurting. I felt so open. Back at work, I kept going into the bathroom and checking myself for blood. It felt like he ripped me up. My nipples were red and raw and they were hurting me.

"That night you picked me up and I told you that I felt sick and I was. I just needed to rest and sleep. You were good to me. You didn't deserve a wife who was doing to you what I was doing.

"I didn't think I could ever let him fuck me again but by that Monday, he wanted me to go back to his apartment at lunch. By that time I was longing to feel his cock in me again, so I went with him. 

"You were right when you discovered his semen in my panties only you thought it was Warren's. He would fuck me on Mondays and Wednesdays at lunch time and on Friday nights.

"There were days that I would suck off Warren and then go to the ladies room. Mr. Dolan would be in the kitchenette getting a cup of coffee. He would slip into the bathroom and fuck me on the counter. Then at lunch time it was Todd's turn.

"Whenever you became suspicious, I would jerk you off and that seemed to satisfy you. Looks like you need it now. My little story gave you another hard on.

"Yeah." I replied, "I find your stories very arousing. So over the years, you fucked whoever you wanted?"

Taking my cock in her hand and in a soft sensual voice she said, "Yes I did and do you want to know something scary?"

"Yeah. What?" I asked.

She was now stroking my peter and she went on. "On the day we were married, I saw you standing at the alter. You were so handsome in your tuxedo. I could not believe that you were going to be my husband. It was right there and then that I made a vow to myself. I vowed, that if you ever cheated on me, I would get you when you are sleeping and I would cut your balls off. You could only cheat on me once and then I would fix you."

I thought to myself, "She would do it. She's nuts."

She continued softly stroking my peter as she said, "And that still goes even today. You start running around with some young girl and zip. Your balls are gone." 

My cock felt so good in her hand. She had me fully aroused again and I said to her, "So you can run around all you want and I can't?"

"Sorry Honey", she went on, "That's just the way it is. I could never handle you being with another woman. Now hand me the KY jelly."

For the second time that Saturday morning I climaxed. I'm sixty years old and we are fucking like newly weds. She's reliving those times in her stories and it's making us both very horny. 

On Sunday morning I wanted to hear another story but I made a big mistake. I asked her how many guys were at the bachelor party. She denied there ever was a bachelor party. She denied that there ever was a guy named Martin, even though she had once introduced him to me.

We argued and then she said that everything she told me was a lie. That she made up those stories to give me a hard on. She was willing to share some of her experiences but not all. Martin is someone who is very special to her even to this day. 

I now demand full disclosure from her but I will never get it. I am now back to sleeping with my boring housekeeper. I sleep with my back to her, in the nude and we accommodate one another. It's not the marriage relationship that I wanted but it is, what it is. 

In the fifty years of our marriage, I have had only three brief days of honesty. Every day that she refuses to reveal her secrets, is another day of betrayal to me.

Last year she became very ill and it looked like she was going to die. I didn't want to see my children go through the grief of loosing a parent. For myself, the only feeling I felt was that I would bury her with her secrets. Then I would have to hire a new housekeeper. 

It seems that my marriage is a reflection of the universe. It's filled with catastrophes and yet in all of that, it's uniform. 

End