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Cuckold

By: No Panty Girl



I was caught in the middle. I guess it would be the dream of some women as my husband wanted me to fuck another man. For years he had bugged me to let another guy screw me so he could get his jollies jerking-off watching.

So far I had refused thinking it was not because he loved me but just wanted to use me as a sex object. I had tolerated him fucking me with giant cucumbers and even posed for some naked pictures for him to show to his friends. Still he wanted to see me with another man.

Then I met Kevin Webster. Kevin was a new mechanic they hired at Davenport Motors where I worked as Mr. Davenport's P.A. 

Davenport Motors is an upscale B.M.W. and Mercedes dealership selling new and "previously owned" automobiles.

My heart had skipped a beat that first day Ian Davenport introduced us and I could tell by the way Webster looked at me he was equally interested in me.

I had not got the job as Mr. Davenport's personal assistance solely on my ability to type sixty words a minute I was also blessed with the body of a porn star. At thirty-three years of age my 38D breasts were still firm and my tush tight and nicely rounded. My long shapely legs went on forever. I always got a second look from the male staff and customers.

Kevin Webster was my version of a "dreamboat'. Tall and muscular with dark curly locks and an always smiling handsome face. I found myself unconsciously fantasizing about what hung between his legs.

That night in bed I broached the subject with my husband.

"You know that deal about me fucking another guy, do I get to choose the guy?" I asked.

"Why, is there someone you'd like to fuck?" he replied.

"Maybe?" I teased.

"You may fuck anybody you like as long as I get to watch." He agreed.

You wouldn't mind in he cum in me?" I persisted.

"I would insist that he did!" Rick said.

"What about sucking his cock?" I continued.

"Absolutely! Who is he?"

I had my husband's permission to seduce Webster.

Three times a day the coffee truck stopped in the service department of Davenport's. The staff would congregate at the truck purchasing refreshments. It was an ideal opportunity to talk to Webster.

Over the next few days I built up a rapport with Webster in the coffee truck lineup. I learned that he was married but got the impression he could be tempted. I made several suggestive remarks and sent signals that I would be agreeable to a fling. 

One Friday after work I went for a drink with a few of Davenport's employees at a nearby pub. After about an hour I accepted Webster's offer of a drive home. I knew Rick would be waiting for my arrival.

Reluctantly Webster accepted my invitation to come in for a drink and meet my husband. Rick was delighted to see me come in accompanied by a stud. As I introduced them I gave Rick the sign that Webster was "the one".

Rick was deliriously happy at the possibility of finally witnessing his fantasy come true. He couldn't be nicer to my unwitting workmate. He immediately engaged Webster in conversation to learn more about him as we sat drinking Rick's best whisky.

The guys were getting along well. Webster's libido was as intense as my husband's. The conversation quickly got to "shagging" and how they liked to do it. Webster indicated he liked to ride a broad "doggy style" so he could get deep inside of her. 

Rick was getting more excited by the minute and I knew he couldn't take much more. I excused myself to "slip into something more comfortable".

It had been a long day. I stripped in the bathroom and took a quick shower with a strawberry douche and went to the bedroom to freshen up my makeup and do my hair.

From my lingerie drawer I selected my floor length sheer white negligee. The gown is absolutely transparent and did nothing to conceal my bare breasts or freshly shaved pussy.

I headed down the hall to rejoin the guys.

I don't know who was more amazed by my entrance, Rick or Kevin? Both of their eyes popped out at the sight of me almost naked. Rick had a big stupid grin on his face.

"What do you think?" Rick asked our guest.

Kevin was dumbfounded, not sure what the correct reply should be.

"God, she loves cock!" my husband blurted out.

It was blunt but true that I did love cock. I loved sucking them and feeling them forcing their way into my orifices. I was a dedicated cockhound.

My mind flashed back to my college days and the drunken frat parties where I had been gang-banged again and again. I had won the honor of being named BJ Queen by sucking off twenty-seven guys in a row, swallowing every load!

Since being married I had tamed down considerably limiting myself to a handful of affairs. Presently I was looking after Mr. Davenport's needs on a regular basis. 

A quick glance at Webster's crotch showed he was sufficiently aroused.

"Want to get that wet?" I asked indicating the bulge in his trousers.

Webster looked uncertainly at Rick who gave him the "o.k." sign. 

I dropped to my knees in front of Webster and fumbled with his zipper. Reaching into his pants I easily found his erection and pulled out the most beautiful eight inches of cockmeat I had seen in a long while.

Rick watched fascinated as I crammed the mushroom head of Webster's cock into my mouth. He filled is hands with my hair as he began to slid between my lips. My tongue tormented his helmet as he tried to enter my throat.

I had mastered the technique of breathing though my nose so I would not gag while deepthroating a cock. Webster's cockhead was well into my gullet as he skull-fucked me. Rick was amazed at my appetite for this stranger's meat.

Webster's cock responded to my mouth, obviously he was not accustom to being sucked. I could tell by the way he throbbed in my mouth he was about to deliver a good load of cum. I yanked on his cock like I was milking a bull for semen.

He came in three powerful spurts. Hot, salty cum flooded my mouth like a mini tidal wave coating my teeth and tongue with cum soup. I swiftly gulped down his jism until his balls had been drained into my belly.

"That was fucking unbelievable!" Rick grinned as Webster's spent cock slipped from my mouth.

I knew I had to give Webster some time to recover before he could enter me again.

"Get me a drink to wash down this jism." I ordered Rick.

Rick quickly poured three fingers of straight rye into my glass.

The liquor was strong and cleansed my throat of the slimy trail Webster's cum had left. 

It was not long before Webster was ready to go again.

"Get on the floor and let Kevin ride you." Rick ordered,

Submissively I got down on my hands and knees in the middle of the carpet. Rick reached down and flipped my gown up over my ass offering our guest my bare pussy.

Webster positioned himself behind me and I felt the head of his cock pressing between my pussy lips. It did not take much effort to spread my labia and slid into me, my fuck hole was already oozing my juices.

His cock entered me like a subway train entering its subterranean world. Inch after beautiful inch he journeyed into my body. His hands grasped my hips and he pulled me on like a familiar old boot. I moaned my approval. 

I rock my ass backwards driving Webster deep inside of me. Quickly his cock becomes slick with my juices and he is sliding in and out of me at an ever increasing speed. Soon he is like a runaway locomotive ramming me at full throttle.

There is no stopping us now and we are out of control. Our bodies make a delightful wet slapping sound as we come together. I moan in sheer ecstasy as Webster grunts in his efforts to get the job done. 

Rick is in frenzy, jerking his cock while he watches me riding Webster's pole.

"Fuck the dirty bitch!" he encourages Webster.

Webster's weapon of mass destruction was stretching my cunt to new limits. Each thrust took him further into me. As he bottomed I could feel his balls slapping against my labia indicating I had his entire cock inside my fuck hole. We were both ready to cum.

Kevin could tell I wanted him to douse me with his sperm and send me to la la land. My cunt was sucking his cock in like a huge Shop-Vac.

I grabbed my own tit and squeezed the nipple to trigger my orgasm. Webster groaned and stiffened and I knew he was about to cum in me.

I slammed back on him so his cum would go deep inside of me.

"Now, please!" I cried.

I felt Webster begin to flood me with is hot, sticky cum. I couldn't hold back but answered by flushing my juices over his spurting cock. 

My orgasm was exquisite, starburst and crescendos of symphonies as my body spasm on Webster's electrode. For a few divine moments my body was stolen from me and given to lust.

I felt Webster withdraw from me like a stallion that had just finished servicing his mare. Cum dribbled from my opening as he left me. 

It was time to give my husband another treat. 

I told him to lie on the floor and I squatted over his face. I lowered my dripping cunt onto his mouth and ordered him to clean me. His tongue went into my drenched fuck hole and began lapping Webster's guck out of me. Rick must have enjoyed his tongue in me after Webster's cock had just cum in me and didn't want to stop feeding on me.

In one evening I had made two men happy and enjoyed a wonderful orgasm of my own.

Rick had been so eager to eat my pussy I am thinking about telling him the next time Davenport dumps a load in me? 

Cuckold



She was a big woman, not fat mind you, but big none the less. She was about 5'11" and probably weighed a muscular 180lbs. Her height garnered attention but not as much as the way she dressed and how she carried herself. 

She was dressed in a short black leather skirt when I first saw her. A black and red leather corset was tightly laced over her torso to accentuate her small waist and enormous natural 36dd tits. Her long black hair was tied back in a pony tail that reached her big curvaceous ass. Despite her natural height she wore 4 inch heals that brought her to a shocking 6'3", the same height as me. Her shoulders were broad and her arms muscular and defined, no doubt the result of hours in the gym. In short, she was a physical specimen and I was more than intrigued when our eyes met across a crowded bar. 

I made my way across the room and introduced myself to her. Up close she was even more striking with high full cheek bones, smooth alabaster skin and pretty dark eyes that sparkled like precious gem stones. Her voice was feminine yet strong and commanding and she had a cool confidence that captured me. 

I felt her eyes travel over my body as she appraised me and I was startled when her big yet manicured hand reached out and touched my flaccid cock through my jeans. Blood rushed to my crotch as my cock stiffened under her soft touch and hard gaze. 

"Very nice," she said as she sized me up. "You respond quickly, I like that in a slave. I wonder what you are willing to do to please me." 

"Anything," I said softly as I looked into her mesmerizing dark eyes. 

Two hours later I sat in just my boxer briefs on her couch. Her cuckold husband was sitting across from me naked except for a black leather studded cock ring that caused his big eight inch cock to jut straight out from his taught muscular body. 

April sat beside me and stroked my hair as she explained the rules to me. 

"You will do whatever I tell you to do without hesitation, do you understand my pet," she asked. 

"Yes mistress, I understand." 

"Very good, your safe word is asphalt. If you feel in danger say that word and the session will end, do you understand piggy?" she continued. 

"Yes mistress, I understand. I am yours to do with me as you please."

"Very good slave, now strip and take your place, on your knees before me." 

I quickly pulled off my boxer briefs and knelt in front of my big beautiful mistress. She pulled my hair and slapped my face playfully as she signaled to her cuckold to go retrieve some items she had waiting for me. He scurried off as Mistress April commanded me to remove her boots. 

I unzipped her tall leather boots and placed them neatly beside me as she sat on the couch in front of me she lifted her big pedicure foot to my face and pushed her sweaty toes into my mouth. I sucked greedily on her toes and ran my tongue over them tasting her primal essence. I savored her salty sweat as my tongue slithered between her toes. She pushed her whole foot into my mouth and slowly fucked my mouth with it as her toes tickled the back of my throat. When I had adequately cleaned one foot she pulled it from my reluctant mouth and brought her other sweat covered foot to my mouth. I lovingly sucked her toes and licked her big beautiful feet clean as her cuckold laid the items he had retrieved on the couch beside Mistress April. 

"Enough pig," she said when her feet were sufficiently worshipped. She stood over me and grabbed my hair hard. She pulled my face into her soaking wet pussy and violently ground her smooth hairless lips against my face. 

"Make me cum slave," she commanded as I sucked her thick meaty pussy lips into my mouth. I slid my hand up her powerful leg and inserted two fingers into her wet cunt as I licked her hard engorged clit. My fingers quickly found her g spot and I rubbed it rhythmically as my tongue strummed her clit like fingers on a guitar. Her body responded quickly and I felt her shutter as the first wave of her climax washed over her sexy quivering body. I was startled as a clear viscous liquid shot from her delicious pussy and filled my mouth as she squirted and came hard. 

"Very good slave," she said as she reached onto the couch and picked up a big black strap on. She buckled it around her waist and ordered me onto all fours as she lubed up her big strap on. 

"Get over here you disgusting pig," she said to her cuckold. He walked behind me and bent over per Mistress April's instruction. 

I groaned with pleasure and disgust as mistress April's cuckold husband started to lick my sensitive asshole. My cock throbbed as his tongue plunged deep into my sensitive hole and it twitched when he rose up and spit on my asshole. 

He spit into his hand and wrapped it around my throbbing cock as he lowered his mouth back to my ass and resumed licking it. He began slowly stroking my hard cock as he eased two then three fingers from his other hand up my tight ass. He continued to lick around his fingers drooling saliva on my hole as he violently fingered me. 

"Enough you two faggots," Mistress April yelled as she pushed her cuckold husband out of the way and eased her big ten inch strap on up my virgin asshole. 

I groaned loudly as Mistress April grabbed hold of my hips and started to fuck my asshole with long steady strokes. She ordered her cuckold to move in front of me and offer his big hard cock to my sissy lips. 

I looked at the swollen head of his big dick, mere inches from my mouth and I wondered what it would feel like in my mouth. I had never before entertained bisexual thoughts but as pre-cum leaked from the head of his cock I found myself wanting to taste it. 

Mistress April ordered him to rub his leaking dick on my waiting lips as she continued to fuck my sissy asshole with long smooth strokes. 

"Open wide slave," she ordered as her cuckold husband forced his big throbbing cock into my mouth. 

I moaned around his warm hard cock as his delicious precum hit my taste buds. My tongue stroked the underside of his throbbing manhood as it tickled the back of my throat. 

Supporting myself with one hand I ran the other up his smooth chiseled abs and played with his hard nipples before raking my finger nails down his hard muscular chest. Saliva ran down his balls as I cupped them in my hand and allowed him to slowly fuck my mouth. 

My eyes watered as his monstrous cock tickled the back of my throat making me gag. My throat opened and he slid in deeper until my nose pressed firmly against the neatly trimmed patch of fur above his big dick. 

Mistress April continued to fuck my gaping asshole with long pleasurable strokes. Her big plastic cock rubbed deliciously against my prostate and I could feel my orgasm starting to build despite the lack of contact with my throbbing cock. 

Mistress April ordered her husband onto his back under me. He immediately slid under me in a tight 69 as his wife continued to fuck me with her girl cock. I groaned as his warm mouth closed around my 6 inch dick. Mistress April began fucking me harder as her cuckold husband fellated me. I reached down and took his big throbbing dick into my mouth and sucked it deep into my mouth. Saliva ran down his turgid shaft and I used my hand on the slippery shaft to milk his cock while I sucked on his delicious head. 

His balls tightened and I was rewarded with gobs of his delicious warm creamy cum. I swallowed it down greedily as I savored my first taste of another mans cum. My big sexy mistress continued to fuck my ass with a ferocious pace as her husband deep throated my cock like a pro. My climax was unlike anything I had ever felt before. It began deep in my belly and shook my entire body as I spilled copious amounts of warm seed down his throat. 

Mistress April pulled her strap on from my ass and ordered me to clean my filth from it. She forced it into my mouth and I sucked my mess from her big plastic cock as her cuckold husband continued to suckle my now flaccid cock. She then turned around and commanded me to lick her delectable ass. I looked at her big round ass and parted her soft round cheeks before sinking my face between them. I stuck my tongue out and licked her puckered asshole as she moaned with pleasure. My long tongue snaked up her hole and my face slapped her cheeks as I tongue fucked her sweet round ass. I felt my cock stiffen as I licked and sucked Mistress April's beautiful ass. Her soft hand closed around my hard cock and she sighed softly. She guided my dick into her dripping wet hole and ordered me fuck her hard but not to cum. Her pussy was divine with the perfect amount of lubrication and tightness and I rammed my dick into her with surprising force. She ordered her husband to get under her and suck her hard swollen clit. I felt his tongue on my cock and balls as he licked everywhere Mistress April's juices were. He was rewarded with a steady flow of her clear flavorful juices when she came again. She covered my cock and balls with the slick warm fluid and it felt incredible. 

Mistress April ordered her cuckold husband onto all fours. My stomach tightened with fear as I awaited her next command. She ordered me to lick his asshole. My stomach recoiled at the though and I hesitated long enough for Mistress April to grab my hair in her hand and pull my head up. She slapped my face hard and shoved my face into the soft valley between his cheeks. My tongue slipped into the shaved crack of his ass and slithered into his tight puckered hole. He groaned loudly and pushed his ass back to meet my long wet tongue. I spit on his asshole and licked it up before tongue fucking it just as I had done earlier to his sexy wife. 

Mistress April lubed up my hard dick as I licked her cuckold husbands asshole. 

"Enough faggot," she yelled at me as she grabbed me by the hair and forced me in position behind her husband. "Fuck him good you filthy queer." 

I eased my cock up his tight greased ass and started to fuck him. I was surprised at how good it felt to fuck his smooth lubed asshole and how erotic it felt as our balls rubbed together each time I buried my cock all the way inside him. I fell into a steady rhythm as I slid my cock in and out of his slippery asshole. 

Mistress April lay down in front of her husband and ordered him to lick her soaking wet pussy as I fucked him harder and harder. Soon my balls were slapping against his and the sound of slapping flesh echoed through the room. He grunted with each powerful stroke as I fucked him hard and fast while his tongue attacked his domme wife's delicious cunt. 

"Give him a reach around you fucking worthless queer," Mistress April commanded. I spit in my hand and reached around and grabbed his cock. My hand stroked his cock in perfect time to my cock sliding in and out of his asshole. 

Mistress April slid under her husband and guided his cock into her wet waiting pussy. Her hips thrust up in time with me as I fucked his ass. Harder and faster we thrust together as all of our pulses quickened. 

"The first one to cum cleans my wet cunt with his tongue," Mistress April exclaimed as I buried my cock into her husband asshole and shot ribbons of cum deep inside him. He followed my lead a few strokes later and came buckets both inside and all over the outside of his wife's pussy. 

Mistress April pushed him off her and commanded me to lick up every drop of his cum from her well fucked cunt. 

I settled between her thick muscular thighs and slurped up his creamy delicious cum from her succulent pussy. When all of his seed was gone I attacked her clit as I fingered her gspot until she came again. She didn't squirt this time and she sensed my disappointment so she stood up and dragged me into the bathroom where she threw me into the tube and strattled my face. She held my face to her pussy as she released a hot spray of pee into my waiting mouth. I drank down her yellow treat until her stream ran dry. 

She pulled me to my feet and kissed me deeply, tasting the combination of her husbands cum, her pussy and her pee on my lips. Our tongues entwined in a deep passionate kiss. She broke off the kiss and dragged me out of the bathroom by my hair. 

"You were a good fuck slave. I have your number and I will call you when I need a fuck toy," she said as she tossed me my clothes and pushed me out onto the porch naked and dripping with her sweet piss. 

She never called and I never saw her again. I have not had another D/s or bi experience since that night but my big beautiful mistress still fills my dreams and I always wake up hard as a rock and dripping precum.



Cuckold



I'm an always horney man, constantly thinking of sex in some form. I wonder about the type of sex every woman, I see, enjoys. That prudish old bitch everyone knows, whose ass is so tight you could stick a lump of coal in it and get a diamond out. I even imagine her with a penis in her mouth or a tongue in her pussy. That hot little thing everyone is slobbering over. Is she a hot piece of ass? Or, is she a bland fuck that leaves you wanting and needing more?

Sex is always on my mind. The imagination is great, sex with any female at any time. But, mostly, I want my wife. I want her in all ways at all times. I want to be a hundred years old and fucking her. That doesn't mean, I don't want to occasionally try life's buffet in my mind.

I don't know what lead to what happened. All I know is I am in it and both hate and love it.

My wife came home from work and was immediately frisky. Something she usually isn't being a working woman.

While I wanted to quickly get into making love, she was in control. Keeping me going while holding me off, she removed her panties and pushed me to the floor. 

I knew what she wanted and it was unusual. Unusual, because she wasn't wasting any time and was forceful about it. After pushing me down she grabbed my head in her hands. It wasn't soft and loving. It was a viselike grip. Leaving nothing to the imagination. My head was going where she put it. She pulled my mouth to her pussy and began moving her hips in circles.

"Lick it!" She commanded. "Clean me out."

She didn't have to order me like that. I love, licking, sucking and tonguing a pussy. Her pussy, especially. The taste was different. It wasn't her usual velvety smooth sweetness. There was a tangy coarseness intermingled in her flavor.

"What is this, 'Lick It,' 'Clean Me Out,' shit?" I thought.

Normally she doesn't orgasm from beginning oral sex. That is usually a start for her and her orgasms come during our lovemaking sessions. This time she built to a strong orgasm, pulling my head against her rotating pussy with so much force it hurt.

As soon as her climax subsided she grabbed my head like a ball. Her fingernails digging in to my jaw and neck as she pulled me upward.

"Fuck Me!" Again she was commanding. "Hurry up! I want your cock in me, now!"

She began kissing me wildly, never letting go of my head. 

Through her kisses, she said, "Get your cock in your wife's pussy." I was at a fevered pitch and as quickly as I could, I obeyed. She was so wet and ready that my entry seemed to be at light speed. The heat of her engulfing my erection was pure heaven.

"Oh, God, Yes! Now, Fuck Me, Hard! Drive it into me. Punish my pussy with your cock."

"What the hell!?" I thought. "She doesn't talk like this!"

Lust consumed me and I did as I was told. I repeatedly thrust into her as hard as I could. She was thrusting back, moaning, thrashing and gasping. 

I felt and heard her orgasm several times until she wrapped herself around me. 

She whispered in my ear. "Cum in me baby. Add your cum to your wife's pussy."

"What!" I thought. "Add my cum." This sent my mind reeling but my balls were already tightening.

"Yes, yes, yes. Cum in me baby. Give me your cum, too."

I was cuming and it was so intense, I thought she was draining the life out of me. All the while, my mind was full of, 'add your cum,' and 'your cum too.'

She was having one of the most intense orgasms I have ever seen her have.

When we both came down from our mutual ecstasy, she did something different again. Usually she cups her pussy and hurries off to clean up. But, not this time. This time she quickly pulled her panties on.

She caressed my face, kissed me and said. "Gotta do something. Be a dear and start the meat. I'll be right back." As she walked away, she said. "Think about how my pussy tasted."

I was addled and before I could think, she was gone. "Son-of-a-bitch! What is going on?" I sat there for several minutes before I could think. Wanting to know what was going on, I began to let my mind wander.

Okay, let's see, what just happened? 

She forced me to do oral. Not the usual slow urging of sensual lovemaking. 

She commanded that I fuck her and fuck her hard. Not the usual slow tender lovemaking.

She didn't clean up. She always cleans up. Even if we're going to do it again, she cleans up each time.

She took off to do something. What? What did she have to do? What? And, she told me to think about how her pussy tasted. Why? Wait a minute, it's tasted like that several times the past couple of months!

Then it hit me. "CUM! That's cum, I tasted in her pussy. Oh Fuck! She's found another man!"

It felt like my heart had been ripped out. Emptiness filled me and I began to cry. I was thinking she had just given me a 'goodbye fuck.'

I stopped crying and sat there wondering what I had done wrong. Thinking, over and over, what I could have done better or different. Devastated by the thought of losing her. 

Time had stopped.

"I'm back." Her cheerful happy voice rang out. "You still sitting there?" She walked over and kissed me. "My, my, you haven't even pulled your pants up." She kissed me again. "Super's going to be late, since you haven't moved." Off she went to the kitchen.

"What the, am I going crazy? I shook my head to clear my thoughts and tried to stand. My legs trembled as slowly my strength returned. After getting my pants up, I went to the kitchen.

"Where did you go?"

"I just had to take care of something. Asparagus or Brussel Sprouts?"

She quickly changed the subject and I knew that meant she wasn't going to talk about it.

Everything was back to normal. She talked about her day and asked about mine as we both worked on the meal. We ate with our usual small talk of doing something together on the weekend.

I knew something was still up, when she reached for the wine glasses and asked me to get a bottle. I got queasy again. 

She walked over and gave me a passionate kiss. "Let's go to the living room and have a drink. I have something to tell you." Taking my hand she said, "Bring the wine." As she led me to the living room.

She opened, poured and handed me a glass. "Drink up." She said as she took a sip. 

I wanted to just down the bottle. 

"Did you like what happened earlier?"

I didn't answer.

"Well, did you?"

"Yes." I said meekly.

"I told you to think about something. Did you?"

I swallowed and again meekly said, "Yes."

"And?" She saw the questioning look on my face and continued. "What did it taste like?"

I must have looked pitiful as I said, "It tasted like you've found another man."

She poured more wine in our glasses and pushed mine toward my mouth. I downed half of it as she sipped hers.

Smiling, she leaned forward and kissed me before continuing. "You are a cuckold. If you stay, you will stay as my cuckold."

"Stay?"

"Yes. You may stay or go. I've decided, I like having sex with other men occasionally. I've made my choice and now you have a choice to make. Stay as my cuckold or go and be my Ex."

Tears were filling my eyes. "Y-you don't love me anymore?"

She took the wine glass from my hand and put it on the table before taking my face in her hands and kissing me. "As hard as it is to believe, I Do Love You. I do not want to lose you. But, I am not giving up this sex I love and need." She paused, touching her forehead to mine. "You must choose: Stay and be my cuckold. Or, leave."

I sat in silence. My mind locked up and I was unable to speak. She handed me my glass and I emptied it.

Filling my glass again, she asked. "Do you know what a cuckold is?"

"Not really. I'd guess it's a man whose wife fucks around."

She sipped her wine and said. "That's basically right. By definition, 'it's a man who knows his wife has sex with others.' However, if you check its origin. It's a man who knows his wife has sex with others, while he does not."

I was more confused. "Are you saying we can't have sex anymore?"

"No. I'm saying we will have our marriage. Sex and all. Only, I will have sex with others, while you will not. You will be my cuckold."

I went to the bathroom and almost couldn't relieve myself, for thinking about it. 

When I returned to the living room, I sighed and said. "OK. I love you and don't want to lose you. And, it seems I already am your cuckold."

She smiled and downed an entire glass of wine before coming over and kissing me, passionately.

"Oh God, you have no idea how much I hoped you would. Now, no more talk. And, tonight, when we go to bed. I want you to make wedding night love to me."

She kissed me so passionately, I wanted to fuck her then and there.

That night, we made, slow, sensual, passionate, caring love, all night. And I do mean, All Night.

We both went to work the next day and it was all I could do to make it through the day. All I could think about was, why and how did she get this way.

That night, I asked her and she told me how. But, she couldn't tell me why.

"I don't know why! Really, I don't know. I gave in to the moment and had sex with a young man at work." She paused studying my face. "I knew, the instant I felt him cuming inside me, I wasn't going to stop."

I wanted to know why she had sex with him, if as she said, "I Love You. And I enjoy our intimacy, immensely. You always satisfy me in bed."

She couldn't tell me. All she knew was, once she did it, her mind said she wasn't stopping. She doesn't want our marriage to end. 

"You have to accept what I am. I'm not going to argue about, or discuss it."

I learned it was this change in her that made her start swallowing my cum. That made her publicly sensuous with me. That brought our intimacy to a whole new level.

She made my position perfectly clear, two weeks later.

She went out to find a man, with me following and staying in the background. After three different places and drinking, she had a young man in tow. 

She could have came over and talked to me, but she called my cell to give instructions. I was to get a motel room, call her to let her know where and then wait in the room for them to show up.

"Shit! It was bad enough watching my wife flirt with other men and letting herself be picked up. Is she really going to introduce me to him and make me watch?"

YES! That is exactly what happened! But, I was tortured first. I sat alone in that motel room for two hours. While they drank, danced and had a good time.

When they showed up, they had obviously been making out already. His shirt was unbuttoned as was my wife's blouse. And I saw her panties stuck in the top of her purse. She was wiggling against him and rubbing his chest as she said, "This is my husband." She didn't say my name. "Like I told you. He's going to watch." Then she put his hand inside her blouse and kissed him passionately. After the kiss, she whispered something in his ear that made him laugh.

She came over and gave me a quick peck on the lips and said, "Now you find out what kind of cuckold you are, as you 'Watch' another man fuck your wife."

She sashayed back to him and they began making out and undressing each other. 

My heart and stomach were doing somersaults in my chest. I wanted to run. I wanted to beat the dog shit out of him. I just sat there and did nothing. Held in place by something unknown within me.

I grieved inside as I watched my wife drop to her knees and take another man in her mouth. At the same time, it excited me to watch her suck his cock. I knew the pleasure her mouth gave and I envied him.

With her hands on his thighs, she pushed forward. Stopped by the resistance of his cockhead hitting her throat. Opening her mouth wider and pushing harder, her throat bulged as his cockhead slipped in.

I couldn't believe my eyes. Her nose was against his stomach. Her lips were tightly moving on the base of his cock. And her chin was touching his balls. And I could hear her humming.

She stayed like that and I was wondering how she could breath. Finally, after what seemed like eternity, she moved back. Did she breath? I couldn't tell. Instantly, she had him in her throat again.

After several times, I noticed her throat was moving. Somehow she was massaging his cock with her throat. "Jesus, I've never felt her do that to me." I thought.

His legs shook and he moaned. She pulled off of him and stroked him with her hand as she looked up and said, "Cum in my mouth, baby. Feed me your cum, so you can fuck me long and hard." She immediately deep-throated him again.

"Oh My God! She just begged him to cum in her mouth. 'Feed me your cum,' she said." I cringed at hearing my wife ask another man to cum in her mouth before he fucked her.

Within seconds, his face and body gave away the fact that he was cuming in my wife's mouth. And she was pulling hard on his cock with her lips, milking his cum out of him, as she moaned and repeatedly swallowed.

She didn't miss a drop. When he stopped throbbing in her mouth, she milked him with her hand. Licking he end of his cock until no more cum appeared. "That was delicious." She said looking up at him. Then she looked at me and winked before laying on the bed.

Sickened and unbelievably turned on, I couldn't move. I knew he wouldn't fuck her right away because he had softened. What he did next, surprised me. I didn't expect him to pay homage to her. 

He picked up her legs and began kissing her toes. He was kissing her feet as he caressed her legs. Oh, how many times I have done that myself. And now I'm watching another man do it. Slowly he kissed and caressed her legs until reaching her pussy.

I expected to watch him eat my wife's pussy until she had a moaning orgasm. But, he didn't. He only licked and kissed her pussy for a minute or so before moving up and putting his cockhead between her swollen wet glistening lips. 

My wife quit playing with her tits and reached for his waist, saying, "Fuck Me Baby! Give me your cock, hard and deep." She was pulling him in as he pushed forward. As he gained full penetration, she yelled out, "FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!"

He began full hard thrusts into her, driving her body up the bed. His ass flexed each time he thrust into her. Causing her to moan loudly each time. 

Within minutes she began having orgasms. Her body giving it away. Gasping breaths. Whimpering screams. Flushed face and chest. Three, four, five and then he changed positions.

It began again. Again he changed positions. For over an hour, he brutally thrust his cock into my wife's pussy. Pounding away at her tender flesh as he drove her repeatedly to orgasmic ecstasy.

Finally my wife moaned out, "Please cum! I can't take anymore!"

He lay on top of her, put his arms behind her and gripped her shoulders, for the final assault. His ass came up until the head of his cock parted her swollen red lips. A split second of hesitation and he drove it home. Again and again, until it became a blur. Still I could see his entire cock going in and out.

My wife started begging, between gasps and whimpering screams. "Oh God Please! Please cum! Oh God! Please cum! Please Cum!"

Her body still betraying the fact that she was having orgasms through it all.

With a final thrust that made my wife's scream echo in the room, he came. Shaking and grinding into her, he gave her what she wanted.

When their breathing became normal, he lifted himself off of her. She pulled him up and greedily sucked his slimy soft cock. When she finished, he got of the bed and started getting dressed.

My wife scooted to the edge of the bed in front of me and held her legs open, saying, "Before you go. Watch my husband lick your cum out of my pussy. Remember, I whispered, 'He'll eat my pussy, after you fuck me.'"

I was in shock. I glanced at him. He was smiling, getting dressed and watching me. I looked at my wife, pleadingly.

"C'mon, lick it up. Clean his cum out of my pussy."

I went to my knees and began licking his bitter salty cum from her pussy. Her hands went to my head and I heard her moan as I got into it. As she had an orgasm, I heard the room door open and close. 

After her orgasm, I bathed her and took her home for an all night fuck session. I am not allowed to fuck her where she cuckolds me. We have to go home and she literally wants me to fuck her all night.

I know she fucks other men. She always has me eat her pussy after she has. I only have to be there as she fucks someone, every few months. I'm beginning to get used to it.

My marriage is fantastic. It's better than it's ever been. The only bad part is her fucking other men and my sessions watching.

I have accepted the fact that, I am her Cuckold. And I will remain, "HER CUCKOLD."



Cuckold!



After seven years of marriage Rick and I kept our sex life alive with our little fantasy game.

When we were making love Rick liked me telling him about how I had cheated on him with other men. He liked detailed accounts, what we had done and how many times they made me come.

I had gone through a list of men, real and imaginary. Over the years I had fucked every man we knew in his mind.

The more realistic I made the stories the more he liked it and rewarded me with multiple orgasms.

It was all fantasy of course until I met my new boss.

Mike was the "new broom" transferred in from Head Office to improve our numbers. Over the past few years our branch had been in a steady decline, gross sales down 27% from three years prior.

It was not a general tailspin in the industry; other insurance agencies were experiencing an upturn in the market. Mike Madison had a reputation of being a man who could change things.

Mike presented an impressive figure; over six foot tall the burly black man gave the sense he was accustom to getting things his own way.

I had been assigned his personal secretary the day he arrived. 

Mike was very outspoken. The first day he told me I dressed to "frumpy" in my tailored pantsuits and unadventurous dresses.

"If I am going to be looking at you all day I would like you to wear something more daring." Mike said, "I will pick you up some things to wear that I would like."

I thought my new boss was bordering on sexual harassment but I did not want to start out on the wrong side of him. I pondered his remarks and carried on with my duties.

The following day Mike returned from lunch laden with shopping bags from various women's boutiques. He called me into his office,

"Close the door and try those on." He said nodding to the bags on his desk.

After shutting the door I looked in a pink plastic La Senza bag. It contained a skin tone push-up half bra, 36C, my size! There were no panties in the bag.

The next bag was marked "Suzy" and contained a black mini-skirt, not much wider than a belt. The remaining bag held a white see-though blouse with a row of buttons down the front.

"Aren't you going to try them on?" Mike asked.

Did he expect me to change here in font of him?

"Take them down to the washroom and see if they fit." He dismissed me.

Mike had a good eye for my size, everything fit perfectly. I put the clothes I had taken off in one of the bags and headed back to Mike's office.

Mike looked at me approvingly as I entered his office in the skimpy outfit he had bought me. I felt a bit self-conscious feeling the cool office air caressing my uncovered pussy.

"Bend over." Mike ordered.

His intentions were clear, with my butt facing him I bent over as if to pick something up off the floor. I knew everything would be visible to him.

"That's much better." He approved.

I had managed to keep my relationship with my new boss secret from Rick. I had merely mentioned to him that I had a new boss purposely not mentioning he was black, I knew the fact that he was a black man would fuel my husband's imagination and I wanted to wait to see how the situation between Mike and I developed before making Rick aware of the potential that I may be fucking a black man.

I hoped Rick would not be home when I got home from work so I would have a chance to change. As I entered the house I heard the TV on in the den.

"Is that you dear?" Rick's voice called.

"Yes." I answered trying to get upstairs before he came out.

"Nice outfit!" Rick said standing in the den doorway.

"Glad you like it." I answered.

"Come her, let's get a look." My husband said as he approached me.

Rick embraced me and his hand automatically went under the short skirt. "No panties?" he exclaimed.

I was busted, "No, I thought I would turn you on!"

"Well it worked, let's go upstairs."

Rick fucked my brains out. Lying across our bed with my new miniskirt up around my waist he pounded me until we had both come several times.

Thankfully he never questioned me any further about "my new look".

Much to Rick and Mike's delight I did my shopping with the new look in mind. I acquired a collection of miniskirts, mini-dresses and see-though blouses. The unwritten rule at work was I go "commando", never wearing panties.

"Michelle, will you come into my office please?" Mike's voice asked through the intercom.

I suspected he wanted me to take some dictation so I grabbed my steno pad and entered his office. 

Mike was sitting behind his desk. "Sit down." He said.

I took a seat in the chair in font of his desk.

"I got you a gift." Mike said handing me a box.

I opened he box and saw a strange looking black plastic object. "What is it?" I asked.

"It's a butt plug." Mike grinned, "You put it in your bum."

I had heard about butt plugs but had never seen one.

"Try it!" Mike ordered.

I opened my legs knowing Mike could see my uncovered crotch. I took the smooth shiny object and carefully pressed it against my anus. I was surprised on how easily it slid into me.

"Now masturbate." Mike commanded.

I was so embarrassed, sitting there exposed with the strange object stuck in my bum. Slowly my fingers went to my clit.

I figured Mike had his cock out and was stroking while he watched me getting off? It was so exciting that I was able to have an intense orgasm while my boss watched.

That was the day I decided I was going to fuck my boss.

I did not let on that I had allowed my boss to watch me masturbate with a butt plug stuck in me when I went home hat night. If Rick had known another guy had got off watching his wife playing with herself he would have raped me. I found I was looking forward to going to work the next day!

I had a strange feeling it was going to be another special day. I had worn a cute mini sundress with a loose fitting scooped neckline, no underwear!

When I entered Mike's office with his coffee and bent over his desk he could see my entire bare boobs as the dress fell away from my chest.

"Very nice Michelle!" Mike said as he sipped from his cup. "How would you like to do something for me?"

"Certainly Mr. Madison." I volunteered.

"I really need a blowjob!" Mike said.

I was thrilled; I was finally going to see his cock. "I would like that Mr. Madison."

"Call me Mike." He said getting his cock out of his trousers.

I crawled under his desk as he pulled out the most beautiful cock I had ever seen in my life.

It was glistening black, at least 10" long and as big as my forearm from my elbow to wrist. It was so thick I wondered if I could get my mouth over its bulbous head. I grasped it in my hand and I felt the weight of it. His girth was so thick my fingertip and thumb were an inch apart as I squeezed his cock in my hand.

I opened my mouth as if I were in the dentist chair and guided Mike's huge monster into my mouth.

If it appeared big, it felt even bigger filling my mouth. I knew how a Python must feel swallowing its prey whole! As the head touched the roof of my mouth my lips sealed around the big black cock. My cheeks sunk in as I inhaled forming a vacuum around Mike's meat.

As my hand milked his shaft my tongue performed a "pas de deux" over and around his hose. Mike moaned softly as called for his sperm.

I could not believe what I was doing. Just a short wile ago I had been a faithful and loving wife providing my husband with the pleasure of my body. Now I was a slut crammed under a desk sucking on a big black cock! 

Mike must have approved of my cocksucking technique as he continued to moan as his cock throbbed in preparation to give me my reward. In minutes thick strings of creamy jism were being tossed down my esophagus, greedily I gulped down the salty brine.

"Thank you Michelle, you may go back to your desk." Mike dismissed me after I had eaten his sperm.

I was bewildered. Finally I had experienced Mike's cock but I craved for it in my pussy where his sperm could flood my womb.

"Did you have a good day?" Rick asked as I entered the house.

"It was O.K." I replied; I would save to good part for later when we were in bed.

I was on top of Rick, squatting on his cock. I rose up and down on his shaft in control.

"I sucked a black cock today!" I whispered as I dropped my haunches onto his stiff cock.

"What?" he asked not believing what I had just said.

"I sucked a big black cock and let it come in my mouth!" I teased. "I swallowed a ton of his jism."

I could feel him grow stiffer inside of me; I had his undivided attention.

"Naw, you wouldn't do that?" he said in disbelief.

"Kiss me, maybe you can still taste him?" I continued to torment my husband.

I knew Mike's sperm would be long gone from my mouth but it did get Rick thinking. Quickly he grabbed me and we kissed, his tongue searching my mouth for evidence of my transgression.

"Well?" I asked when he released me.

I knew Rick desperately wanted to believe my confession. 

"Who's cock was it?"

"It doesn't matter, he enjoyed it!" I answered as he started to drive up into me with renewed energy.

What a day it had been. I had got to suck my boss's big black cock and got a damn good fucking from my husband for doing it.

Giving Mike head become one of my daily duties. Each morning after looking after urgent business he would call me into his office to drain his balls in me.

Mike was on "temporary duty"; he was only here until he turned things around. His wife and kids were still back in Detroit while he stayed in the Downtown Sheridan.

I was wondering if he was ever going to fuck me? I thought maybe as long as he was relieving himself in my mouth he was going to wait until he got home to fuck.

One afternoon after I had serviced him Mike made a strange request.

"Michelle, do you know where I can get a good hooker?"

I was flabbergasted, what did he need a hooker for when I was sucking his cock?

"What's wrong with me, am I not attractive enough?" I asked looking dejected.

"Oh no, you're fine, it's just that you're married!" he laughed.

"But I am sucking your cock everyday?" I asked confused.

"Sucking cock is one thing, but getting a black cock in you is something else!" he explained. "If I fucked you your husband would know!"

"He doesn't care!" I argued.

"You've seen the size of it, you know what it would do to your pussy?" he warned.

"I can handle it!" I smiled.

I must be crazy, here I am trying to convince a black man with the biggest cock I had ever seen in my life to fuck me!

"My hotel room at ten o'clock," he agreed.

This was too big a deal to keep secret from Rick. If I were going to make a ten o'clock hotel call he would have to know about it.

"He's expecting you?" Rick said in disbelief.

"Yes, I told him I would take his big black cock in me!"

Rick was thrilled. He was going to be able to jerk-off knowing a black bull was screwing me.

I took a cab to the hotel wearing only a short sundress, no underwear. Boldly I approached the desk clerk, "Mr. Madison's room?"

The clerk directed me to room 231 after checking with Mike. As he watched me leave I suspected he knew what I was there for.

Room 231 was your standard Sheridan fare, a spacious room tastefully furnished in subtle modest furnishings.

Mike was wearing a Terrycloth hotel robe when I arrived. His black hulk in the white robe formed quite an impressive figure. "Care for a drink?" he asked.

I sat in the rose color wing back chair as Mike poured me a gin and soda from the mini-bar.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked as I sipped my drink.

"Positive." I agreed.

Without further conversation he took his wallet from the dresser top and removing three one hundred dollar bills he handed them to me.

"This is what I usually pay." He explained.

Bonus, I was getting three hundred bucks to fuck my boss. No doubt it would go on his expense account, I took the cash and tucked it into my purse.

Standing I removed my dress so I was entirely naked before him. It was the first time he had seen me completely naked, the other times just glances at my charms while I was dressed. His eyes slowly scanned my body.

My 38C breasts stood proudly before him with their large pink nipples erect. My pussy was freshly shaven in preparation to receive him. 

"You will do!" he said jokingly as he removed his robe.

Mike's cock was standing erect, waving menacingly as he approached me.

"Just a minute, I have to do something first." I delayed our union.

I picked up the phone and getting an outside line I dialed home. Rick's voice answered before the phone had a chance to ring to second time.

"We are ready to start." I said and laid the handset down beside the bed.

Mike said nothing, if my husband wanted to listen to him fucking me why should he care?

With the stage set I climbed onto the bed.

I could see nothing but big black bull as Mike covered me.

"Open wide." He said as if he were a dentist.

I spread my legs as wide as possible, my knees in the air, and braced myself to be invaded.

I felt Mike's swollen cockhead nuzzle between my smooth pussy lips and then he pushed.

"Oh my God!" I cried out loud enough for Rick to hear over the phone, it was the signal I was being penetrated. 

I never knew a cock could be so big as inch after beautiful black inch of it took possession of my cervix.

"Oh fuck that feels so good!" I knew Rick would be going crazy on the other end of the phone picturing me full of black cock. "Fuck me you bastard!"

"You got a tight little hole you white slut." Mike narrated for Rick's benefit. "I am going to stretch it so your husband's little dick will not satisfy you anymore!"

Mike traveled into me where no man had gone before, my cervix stretching to form a tight glove around his black home wrecker.

"Come in me!" I begged him gyrating my hips so his cock was pulled in a circular motion as we fucked.

Mike's cock felt every bit as good as I had imagined it would. Ten inches of thick, black pussy snake brought me alive as never before.

His strokes were long and powerful, driving my ass into the mattress with every plunge. The strength of his hips and his weight drove his giant spear far deeper into me than Rick had ever been.

"Oh yes, I love it!" I cried out for my husband's benefit.

"Here comes my load." Mike warned.

I envisioned Rick pounding his cock in a frenzy knowing my pussy was about to be flooded with Nigger cum.

Mike grunted as his body stiffened pumping his sperm into me. I felt the warmth of his fluid filling my womb.

"Oh yes Baby!" I moaned as I was thrown into my orgasm.

Ecstasy possessed my body as I was taken to another world, a kaleidoscope world where the skies were brilliant colors filled with exotic butterflies. It was an orgasm that only exists in Harlequin Romance.

My body trembled several minutes as I come down from my high. Mike lay atop of me, his weight holding his spent cock deep within my cunt. The slightest twitch of his limp cock cause my cervix wall to tingle. 

Lovingly he kissed me and replaced the telephone on the receiver.



Cuckold



The true stories that I've posted here on Literotica.com about my cuckolding have generated many emails to me. Some hateful and some asking me to coach or mentor them but most with questions or comments so I thought I would post some of them here.

Anyone seeking advise from me, I make it clear that I'm not a psychiatrist or psychologist. I'm an engineer but I think it all boils down to the same thing, cause and effect.

I was cuckold against my will and I can not imagine any man wanting to be cuckold but I've found that there are many voluntary or willing cuckolds. Men who desire that their wives copulate with another man. They ask their wives to cuckold them. These willing cuckolds have above average intelligence and they are always looking to be challenged intellectually and emotionally. 

The willing cuckold loves his wife unconditionally with an intense love that boarders on obsession. He wants her to experience all that life has to offer including sexual experiences with other men. If she lays down with another man and then comes back to him, then he proves to himself that she truly loves him.

Just the thought of his wife copulating with another arouses him. The willing cuckold is conflicted. He doesn't want his wife having sex with another male but he finds it so arousing that he can't help himself. He will often masturbate thinking of her with another man and then after he climaxes, he will be overcome with feelings of remorse, feeling so ashamed for his cuckolding thoughts and desires.

It excites him to see other men lusting for his wife and he will encourage her to get into an extramarital relationship. He will try to get her to wear sexy revealing clothes. Try to set up situations where she may enter into a sexual encounter with another.

Most women reject or find it revolting to even consider her husband's fetish. She is comfortable in her role as wife and doesn't want to put her marriage at risk so she does nothing. By rejecting her husband's fetish, she compounds his feelings of shame, self loathing, leaving him feeling like he's a pervert. He can't explain why he wants her to cuckold him. He just wants to see her being made love to by another man. Emotions have no morality, they are just there, tormenting us.

Here are some typical questions; A newly wed in her early twenties wrote, "My husband wants me to cuckold him and I would like to but I'm concerned about unintended consequences. What should I do?"

Answer: There are the unintended consequences of boredom, routine, stagnation and a husband who may, over time, loose interest in you if you don't cuckold him.

I thought that this young woman was married a very short time to be entering into a cuckold lifestyle but then maybe this lifestyle is a growing trend. Usually it's people who've been married seven or eight years when the husband begins thinking of cuckolding.

Question: "There are things that I want to do with my Bull that I cannot do with my husband. I'm afraid that my husband will get angry when he sees me doing these things."

Answer: Once your husband has become your cuckold then you can do anything you want with your Bull in front of him. Tell your cuckold that you knew he was watching and you wanted to give him a good show.

Women have a greater proclivity to perverted sex but most of them cannot do it with the man they love. They can only do these perverted acts with men who have no romantic attachment. To them, it's just raw sex. Women also have a greater capacity for sex. When it comes to sex, they are the superior gender.

A woman can sexually gratify ten men in one night and a man can sexually gratify ten women but it will take him ten nights.

Ladies, once you have cuckold your willing husband, your relationship changes. To the world you are husband and wife but in the bedroom, you are now queen and he is your cuckold. You own him, he will do whatever you want and that is the way he wants it. 

From the moment you have cuckold him, he will become submissive and subservient to you. Your sexual pleasure is all he cares about. You may feel uncomfortable at first, having so much power and domination over another human being but you'll very quickly get use to it.

Question: "The first time that I'm with my Bull I want to be alone with him but my husband wants to be there to watch."

Answer: The actual cuckolding of your husband should be done alone with your Bull. You and your Bull should be relaxed and not stressed by the presence of your husband. You need to establish a relationship with your Bull. You may want to bring your cuckold into the picture in stages.

On the second date, you can invite your Bull to your home to meet your cuckold. You and your Bull can sit on the couch together talking with your cuckold, who is sitting across from you both. At the proper time, you and your Bull can excuse yourselves and go into the bedroom, taking care to close and lock the door behind you. Your cuckold will derive great pleasure masturbating while he listens to the sounds of your copulating.

The third date is the same as the second, only this time, when you and your Bull enter the bedroom, you may feel comfortable enough to leave the bedroom door open. By this time your Bull should be relaxed and familiar with your cuckold that he can now take you in front of him.

By this time you and your Bull may allow your cuckold into bed with you. As a woman, you will discover the immense pleasure of having two men making love to you at the same time.

Your first date; Most girls refrain from sexual intercourse, three or four days before. They want to be clean, fresh, tight and fully aroused. During that week you should take your husband shopping with you and have him pick out the underwear and clothes that you will wear for your Bull. Your husband will find it very arousing and exciting. 

During that week, have your husband do as much of the house work as he can to help you to try and get a week of leisure. You should be well rested. The night of your date, have your husband bathe you, dry you and help you dress. It adds to his excitement and confirms to him that he is the one who is providing for your sexual pleasure and gratification. 

The most common question I get from men; "How can I get my wife to cuckold me or can you mentor me?"

Answer: That question I always answer with questions of my own. Are you sure that you really want this? Can you handle another man fucking your wife? Do you know how much shame, jealousy, humiliation and feelings of inadequacy you will have to endure? Once you are cuckold, your wife will have the ability to pick and choose who she wants to impregnate her. What will you do if the Bull makes your wife pregnant? 

If he confirms that he really wants his wife to cuckold him than I'll advise; If you are the only man that she has ever been with, then it is going to be difficult but not insurmountable. You will need a few candidates, preferably single men, drug free and disease free so choose wisely. They will have to be appealing to your wife. 

Once you have pick the candidate. Then you can start mentioning his name in your love making. You can tell her how you see how he looks at her. A man always know when another man wants to fuck his wife. Tell her that you can't blame him, after all she is very sexy.

Encourage her to wear sexy clothes. Buy her little gifts when she flirts. She gets little rewards when she is moving toward your goal. Make her feel like a sexy woman. You have to romance her just like you did when you were first trying to seduce her only this time, you are seducing her for another man. You have to be a smooth salesman.

If you know the candidate and you're friendly with him then you can drop little hints to let him know in a subtle way that you can't keep up with her.

Another frequent question; What if my wife falls in love with her Bull? 

Answer: Make it clear to your wife that as long as she is with you, she can be with her Bull anytime she wants. If she ever wanted to go and live with her Bull, he will become possessive and want her exclusively to himself. Now that she has been married to a cuckold, I don't believe that she can ever live in a monogamous marriage again.

Another question; I love my wife more than anything but she is cheating on me. What should I do?

Answer: If you have no children, divorce her because you will never get back the intimacy you once had. If you have children, then stay with her and keep a loving home for them. Your wife cheated on them too. Don't fight with her especially in front of the kids. She is not worth fighting with. Remember, the second person who speaks is the one who starts the argument.

The cuckold life style has always been with us hidden away, in the closet but now I see it gaining in popularity and soon it will sweep around the world. Let me tell you why.

When a man and woman fall in love, their immediate relationship is intense. So intense that they want nothing else but to be together all the time making love. These intense feelings for one another only last for sixteen months. That's all, just sixteen months and that is a scientific fact.

After sixteen months, she begins to be critical of him and he begins to notice flaws in her. He begins to look at other women and she at other men. By now they are married or committed to be married. 

After a few years of marriage, boredom and routine set in and they end up, for whatever reason, getting divorced. For the past fifty years we have seen a gradual increase in the number of single parent households. That is all about to change. The pendulum is about to swing the other way and I believe it is these willing cuckolds that will change the traditional marriage with it's high divorce rate.

The willing cuckolds are keeping their marriages intense and exciting by bringing another man or two into their marriage. 

Within the next two decades, we will see a growing number of multiple parent families. They will look like a traditional family. A father, mother and three children living together in a home. This family my also have two male borders living with them. 

The wife will be the mother of the three children and each of the three men will be a father to each child. In this family, at night when the lights go out, the wife will decide the sleeping arrangements. The home will resemble a bee hive. A queen bee and three worker bees all tending to her needs.

About twenty years ago, couples in China and India began aborting their female fetuses, preferring to have only boys. They have upset the balance of nature. Now we have more boys chasing fewer girls. The boys are going to have to learn to share these few precious girls. Share them in a way that the willing cuckolds are showing us.

Two months before the writing of this essay there were two rapes committed in India. They were a week apart. The first was a girl ridding on a buss, she was raped by five men and then murdered. A week later, another girl was raped by six men on a buss.

I point out these crimes to illustrate the intensity of the problem for there are grave consequences when we upset the balance of nature. These are my opinions and they my seem extreme or are they?



Cuckold Abroad



The drive from Milan to Venice passed uncomfortably, stuck in the tiny back seat of the Fiat with the remainder of our luggage, watching Allison flirt with Lorenzo using the Italian she had learned during her junior year studying at the University of Milan. The drive did afford me lots of time to reflect on how my life had changed so quickly over the last few days.

It was just three days ago that I had skipped out on one of the more boring presenters at the Milan conference and went back to our room to find my wife in the arms of another man. Allison was astride him when I came through the door, though I had already been listening to her sounds of ecstasy for a couple of minutes while standing in the hall. (I wonder how long I would have listened if the elevator hadn't been opening up just behind me?) She quickly jumped off him when I entered; leaving his rather large dick waving in the air, and absurdly covered herself up. 

Of course, the usual idiotic questions came out of my mouth; "What are you doing?" "How could you?" By the time I finished the inanities, the man (Lorenzo) had slipped into the bathroom and my wife had recovered her equanimity. She explained herself quite calmly and rationally, making it clear she wasn't apologizing. She had all day to herself, after all, why shouldn't she enjoy herself? It wasn't like Lorenzo was going to wear her out; she had fucked him for the last two day, and hadn't she and I had great sex for the last two nights? What happened in Milano stayed in Milano. (I couldn't believe she was actually being flip!)

"Hadn't you been after me for a couple of years now to spice out our sex lives? You keep saying our sex life has become routine, and believe me Lorenzo here (who was beating a hasty retreat out of our hotel room; at least he seemed to be apologizing!) is anything but routine!"

"What I had more in mind was that you dress sexier, and maybe we'd get into a little exhibitionism or something! I hadn't planned on you taking on a lover!"

"See, that's the problem! We need more spontaneity, not planning. I hadn't planned on taking on a lover either when you told me about this conference. I just wanted to see Milano again after all these years. But it just happened. I think we should enjoy it, Grayson, and use our time here to add some spice to our marriage. I bet you'll enjoy watching Lorenzo and I, and I promise to dress sexier as well. And I don't see why we can't get some exhibitionism in during the rest of our two weeks in Italy. After all, nobody here knows us."

In the end, she convinced me, and the next night Lorenzo was back in our room, this time with my knowledge and permission. I spent almost three hours watching my wife fucking her young lover in every conceivable position. She even finished him off the second time giving him a boob job with her oiled tits, his spray going all over her neck and breasts. As erotic as the scene was, part of me resented that this was something she had never done for me in all the years we had been married. I did enjoy it when she was taken from behind by Lorenzo. She looked right into the camera lens as she was being fucked, and her face showed just how much pleasure he was bringing her as her boobs bounced wildly in response to the pummeling he was giving her. I was tempted to jerk off to the action, but I had promised Allison I would save my load for after Lorenzo left. She wanted me to feel what her pussy was like right after another man had filled it with cum. We agreed later it had been fantastic! It felt so good that I lasted less than two minutes inside her, but my wife assured me that it was fine. Lorenzo had given her plenty of orgasms already.

Somehow this brief fling had morphed into Lorenzo taking us around Italy. We were to stay with a friend of his in Venice for a few days, then go down to spend the rest of our vacation in Rome, where his family is from. So now we were to spend the next nine days with her lover. As I watched the two of them in the front, looking at the scenery and laughing about things I couldn't understand, I wondered how far they were going to take things. Lorenzo already had her exposing her pantiless pussy to some of the truckers we zoomed past, though each time she pulled up her sundress over her hips, she would turn back to me and exclaim, "This is for you, honey!" I was beginning to wonder just how much the remainder of our vacation was going to be about me at all.

We meet Lorenzo's friend, Emesto, who took us on his small motorboat to Sestiere Cannaregio where he lived. Allison took to his dark good looks and sly smile right away, and before the night was out, the three of them were chattering away in Italian like long-lost friends, leaving me to just nod my head stupidly as the conversation flowed right by me. At least I could follow the sex, and there was a great deal of it. I was filling up tape after tape of action at Emesto's home, and took hundreds of photos as we toured the city, most of which included Allison exposing herself in front of some famous landmark, or quickly giving one of her two Italian lovers head in some hidden corner of Venice, (and occasionally, if she'd had enough wine, in places that weren't hidden at all!) My wife couldn't seem to get enough attention from the three men that constantly circled around her. She must have had more sex in those three days then the two of us had in the previous year!

Things got progressively wilder as Allison experimented with her new-found sexual freedom. The first night, Allison decided she would share the one large bed with her two boyfriends while I would sleep on the couch. The place had only one bedroom and a small living space, so I didn't argue. I was so exhausted after the drive and the wild four-way sex that I could have slept in the boat. The second night in Venice, after all three of us had dumped a load of cum in her, my wife lay back on Emesto's bed, and proclaimed that she was feeling messy 'down there' and needed someone to clean her up. She was looking right at me as she slipped two fingers lazily in and out of her sloppy cunt.

"You don't really expect me to eat you now, do you?"

"Dearest, if I'm going to keep taking on all three of you, my poor pussy is going to be overflowing. It seems only fair that you help out. Why should I be expected to swallow your cum when I give you a blowjob, and you're too much of a wimp to eat cum out of your own wife? I think you should have to jerk off for the rest of the trip! There are plenty of Italian cocks to for me to enjoy. . .and they're so much bigger and harder too!" She reached out to grab Ernesto's dick, which immediately started to harden. The bastard.

I guess I saw my wife's point, and I sure didn't want the fun to stop, so I went down between her legs and started gently licking. She pushed my face down harder, telling me to 'get way in there, Grayson!" I did as she wanted and she really got off on having me going down on her. Allison came very quickly, but she made me keep eating her until she came again. Only after her second orgasm did she release me and turn her attention to the other men, who spent another hour and a half fucking my wife in every hole. I later asked my wife what Lorenzo had called me when he turned the camera back over to me after the oral sex session.

"I'm not sure, Grayson, I was kind of busy, but it sounded like he called you pulisca." When I asked her what that meant, she smiled, "I think that best translates to 'clean-up crew', darling."

The third night got even wilder. She had mentioned that morning while we were sitting at a café in the Piazza San Marco that she wanted to make love to all three of us at once. (Whoever spoke English near our table must have swallowed their pastry, because Allison was speaking loudly enough—purposefully—for her request to be heard by several tables.) I was looking forward to that all day, as my wife continued to flaunt her body and her lovers all over the city. I assumed I would be given her ass, a treat she had very rarely shared with me, but which she had been bestowing on Ernesto and Lorenzo without hesitation. The thought of all three of us penetrating her together excited me to no end.

So when Allison entwined me in a 69 position that evening, my thoughts were running wild. I could feel Lorenzo and Ernesto down near my legs as she sucked us all off, moving smoothly from one to another. She obviously loved having three cocks to choose from, and she hungrily went after them, even occasionally trying to fit two of them into her mouth at once. I was waiting for my wife to get us all into position when Lorenzo came around to toward my head, and began to try and insert his cock into the very pussy I was feasting on! 

I turned my head to the side, and protested this invasion, but Allison cut off my protests vigorously. She pushed her weight down on my face, while not so gently twisting my balls. "I told you I wanted all three of you at once, so don't act so surprised! I've always wanted to see what it feels like to get eaten and fucked at the same time." Well, that's what she got, all right. Not having any choice, I started to lick her again, focusing on her clit, and doing everything I could to avoid licking his shaft. It took about 15 minutes probably, but he finally came with a final groan, allowing Allison to sit straight up on my face, allowing the cum to run directly into my waiting mouth. 

After a few minutes, she leaned forward again, giving the impression that she was going to dismount, but instead I received a close-up look at Ernesto's dick sliding into her waiting pussy. The process repeated itself, though this time was even more humiliating; because his balls hung low enough to repeatedly bang up against my forehead. I think he was complaining about it to Lorenzo, who was getting it all on tape, but he didn't seem to be getting any sympathy. He certainly wasn't from me. When he finally came, Allison had me clean her out again, then she let me fuck her ass. I told her I had been hoping to try a double penetration like she'd done already with her lovers, and she replied that maybe we'd try that sometime. "If you do a good job cleaning out my asshole after you cum." I did my best.

The drive down to Rome was uneventful. The three of us were exhausted, and after sharing a nice meal with Lorenzo's parents (his sister also lived there, but she was out for the evening) we all turned in early. Allison and I shared Lorenzo's old room, while Lorenzo made up a bed on the floor in his sister's room. We were all asleep before ten o'clock, needing to recover from the previous strenuous activities we had engaged in.

It was almost ten o'clock when I got up. Allison and Lorenzo were already up and chatting in the kitchen. His father was already gone, but Lorenzo's mother was there, and shared a small breakfast with us before we went out exploring Rome. And we were able to explore it in depth, as Lorenzo was able to show us his city in a way most people never see. We saw not only landmarks, but also out-of-the way beauty. We were made comfortable at nightclubs for locals because of his entrée. And we saw lots and lots of Lorenzo's friends over the six day's we spent there, a surprising number of whom were good looking young men.

In Rome, Allison and Lorenzo didn't just treat me as a third wheel, I was more like a spare tire on a sixteen-wheeler. My wife was constantly surrounded by young men, to the degree I was superfluous. She always had two or more men by her side, whether at a café, while out dancing, or in bed at one of his friend's places. The Italian language splashed all around me, and I could only tell when I was being included in the conversation when one or more of the crowd would turn and laugh in my direction. When I complained about this, Allison would tell me to stop whining. 

"You're still getting more sex than you ever had, aren't you?" (That was true enough.) Then just let me enjoy myself. How often am I going to have a week like this?" (That was the question I was afraid of.)

Even at his family's house, I was treated indifferently, or even with distain. On the second night, Lorenzo had slipped into our room for a quiet threesome, and when I was worn out, Allison suggested I retire to the sofa in the living room until Lorenzo was finished. The problem was he never seemed to be done. His mother found me laying out there the next morning, and when the lovers emerged sleepily later in the morning, it was impossible to hide the situation. Allison decided she and Lorenzo should share the bed for the rest of our time in Rome.

"After all, Grayson, it is his bed! (As if her being my wife wasn't much of a factor in the affair.) "You're certainly free to join us, honey, but it just makes sense for you to leave when you've worn yourself out. Why should you take up so much of the bed if you're just going to lay there limp?"

Lorenzo's sister, Arietta, thought the whole situation wildly amusing. She had returned from spending a night in nearby Terni, and now she teased me incessantly about how her brother had replaced me as the lover of my wife. She was a sexy 24 year-old and I could stand being teased by such an attractive woman, but it was difficult to see the contempt on his parent's faces. His father could scarcely look at me, always muttering "mezzo finocchio" in my general direction. Allison didn't know what it meant, but Arietta told me later it meant "almost being a fag, but not quite. Sort of half a man." His mother wasn't as bad, but she had a rough tongue in her mouth. She never used my name; constantly referring to me as "Cornuto" (cuckold) or "Ragazzino" and always asking me if I having "rimanenze" (leftovers) again today?

On our last day in Rome, Arietta took pity on me, and told me she would take me around the city on our own, so I wouldn't have to watch her brother 'making love all day to your woman'. It was great for the morning, walking around the Spanish Steps with a much younger woman, seeing the looks of envy on the face of both the foreign and Italian men. But after lunch, she took me to a friend's apartment, where we were met by nine other women. There I was 'forced' to jerk off in front of them, while they took pictures on their cell phones of the 'American cuckold' who couldn't control his own wife. It was actually kind of a turn-on, since most of the group was young and attractive, but once we got home, Allison made it clear those pictures were going to haunt me.

"Wow, Grayson, I'm going to love showing some of these pictures to our friends back home. They'll love seeing how well you got along with the Italian women."

I begged her not to show anyone, but she just said she was teasing me. "After all, that's the only way you could ever please ten women, so I'm proud of you, darling." Then she took Lorenzo to bed with her, alone. She said she wanted to have some privacy on the last night. I was left sitting up with Arietta and her mother (the father still wouldn't talk to me). When I told them that we had never done anything like this before, they were both surprised. When I assured them that once we got back home things would return to normal, they just looked at each other, and laughed and laughed.



Cuckold, Again



The events in this story are true from my life's experiences, only the names have been changed.

Cuckold; a man whose wife fornicates with other men.

In his play, 'The Merry Wives of Windsor', William Shakespear uses the word, cuckold several times. The word comes from the chicken farmers of his day. When their rooster or cock grew old, they would bring in a younger cock to service the hens. They referred to the older cock as the cuckold. They would cut off the cuckold's spurs so it could not injure the younger cock, should they fight.

Henpeck; a man who is dominated by his wife.

Henpeck is another word we get from the early chicken farmers. When a cock tries to mount a hen: the hen pecks at the cock thus driving him away. Unable to mate with the hen the cock is said to be henpecked.

This true story is about the deep love I had for my wife and how she took advantage of that love: making me her cuckold, henpecked husband.

When my wife and I married, I was twenty one and she was nineteen. We were just two young virgin kids. My wife's manager, Warren, was a couple of years older then me. He was a tall handsome guy and my wife was very much attracted to him.

He attended our wedding and on that day, I knew, my beautiful bride knew and he knew that whenever he wanted her, she would be his. He allowed us to live our first year in marital bliss before he decided take her.

...................20 Years

She was now twenty years of age, with a year of marital experience, she was safe and ready for his sexual pleasure.

On that morning she left for work a happy, carefree, innocent, young, newly wedded girl. That night she came home a woman, a woman with a secret; I was now her cuckold. 

That first week of my cuckolding left me so confused. We had been so intimately connected, we were each others confidant. Then suddenly she disconnected from me. She became distant and I could feel this invisible wall between us. She no longer reached for me. She no longer had an interest or sexual desires for me. I felt so left out, so alone.

Gradually I came to realize the reason for her distance from me, she was having an affair with her boss and there was nothing I could do about it. That intimate connection that we had shared that first year, would never return.

More and more we began to argue over sex and we both knew that I could never leave her.

She no longer wanted to have vaginal intercourse with me. Whenever I would think of him fucking her, I would get angry. Then I would get an erection and end up masturbating.

One night my wife came home from work, we kissed and she went into the bedroom to change. Then she called to me. "Jack, would you please come in here?"

I walked to the bedroom doorway and she was standing there in her bra and panties, pointing down at the bed saying, "What's that?"

"What's what?"

"That! Right there on the bed spread!" she said, pointing her finger. 

Then I saw it, about five globs of my dried semen. I thought I was careful but I must have missed it.

Then she said, "That's semen. Did you jerk off?"

I was so ashamed and embarrassed, I answered her meekly, "Yes."

Then she frightened me. I never saw her get so angry as she went into a rant, "DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT DOES TO MY SELF ESTEEM? DO YOU KNOW HOW THAT MAKES ME FEEL? DO YOU?"

She had the eyes of a mad woman as she growled, "DO YOU KNOW HOW DEGRADING THAT IS TO ME? I'll GET A KNIFE AND CUT YOUR LITTLE DICK OFF BEFORE I LET YOU DIMINISH MY SIGNIFICANCE! I WON'T STAND FOR IT! DO YOU HEAR ME? DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

I felt so humiliated, "Yes. I'm sorry."

She started to calm down as she realized how neglected I've been and she said, "Look! If you feel the need to jerk off, ask me, I'll drop what I'm doing and I'll stroke it for you. You know I'm very good at that. If you can't wait till I get home, then go in the bathroom, close the door and take care of it. Just clean up after yourself and you don't have to tell me about it because I don't want to know. Okay?"

"I will."

Then she asked, "What brought this on? You didn't bring a Playboy magazine into this house. Did you?"

"No."

"Did something happen to you at work? I mean, why?"

"I came home from work, I showered and I came into this room drying myself. I started thinking about Warren fucking you and I got very angry. Then I started thinking about what he would be doing to you, kissing you, feeling your tits and ass and I got an erection."

She got a look of disgust and said, "Look! Warren is not fucking me. You don't have any proof. It's all in your mind, you're imagining it and if thinking of another man fucking me gives you an erection, then you are a homosexual. You know what I think? I think you have an attraction for Warren."

Meekly I replied, "I don't think so and I'm not a homosexual."

"Your mother really screwed you up. You need help."

"Can we leave my mother out of this?"

"Sorry. When will dinner be ready?"

"It's ready when you are."

"Okay. Give me a minute."

All of my life I have struggled with homosexual tendencies and over the years, I've managed to keep them suppressed and hidden from my family and friends. Maybe I wasn't too successful in hiding those feelings from her.

After that masturbation episode, she began a routine of stroking me whenever she felt I needed it. She discovered that the more she masturbated me; the more passive and submissive I became. 

She was denying me vaginal intercourse which prevented me from expressing my male dominance. Another man was gratifying her sexual needs by ejaculating his sperm deep in her womb but with me, she would use her hand to draw my sperm from me and then rinse it down the drain.

All of these factors had the effect on me that I became psychologically castrated. If she saw me get an erection, she would reinforce my castration with a stroking. At first, I tried to resist her but she persisted and gained total control of my emotions, in effect; making me her docile eunuch.

After I surrendered and became her eunuch, my life changed for the better. It became very peaceful and tranquil: for I was no longer frustrated or concerned about sex and I no longer argued, protested or became suspicious of her. 

Whenever she would take a shower, she would have me dry her off. I loved toweling her beautiful, warm, soft, voluptuous body. I wanted to take her in my arms, lay her on the bed, feel the comfort of her as I lay between her legs and make love to her but that was not to be; for her hand always rendered my genitals useless.

When her toe nails needed attention: she would have me clip, file and paint them with nail polish.

She was ever vigilant to keep me castrated. She would expose her body to me and if I showed any sign of getting an erection, she would again reinforce my castration with her stroking.

One time we were in a restaurant, sitting at a table, waiting for our meal to be served and I started an innocent conversation which drifted to the subject of her boss. Not wanting to talk of her boss, she picked up the salt shaker and placed it on the table in front of her. It was crystal, cylindrical in shape about six inches tall, she said nothing but with a look of seduction, placed her fist around the shaker and slowly began to stroke it up and down. I changed the subject and she returned the shaker to it's place.

I knew that I was incapable of gratifying her sexually so I tried to make it up to her in other ways. I was now doing the house work or whatever else she wanted me to do. My subservient relationship to her was kept behind closed doors as she didn't want her family to know, what she was doing to me.

She decided the TV shows to watch and what time we would go to bed. If the phone rang; she would always answer it and after she had finished talking, she would hang it up, never saying who it was and I never asking. I saved her from having to lie.

Some Saturday mornings she would take a shower, get dressed and go out. I never asked where she was going and she never volunteered to tell me. Later that day when she came home, I could tell that she had been with a man. 

There is a certain type of man that she finds irresistible and I don't think that she can help herself, especially when they make advances on her. When her boss took her, he opened the flood gates for other men.

She was so beautiful, so sexy and so voluptuous that I don't think men could help themselves when they were around her, even if they happen to be my friends.

One afternoon two of my friends, Bill and Mel were going to Bill's car which was parked in a parking garage. Mel started to get into Bill's car but by some strange coincidence, he looked down into the car that was parked next to him. He came face to face with my wife. She was in her boss's car, giving him a blow job.

Once my friends found out that I was a cuckold they lost respect for me. Bill could forget what he saw but not Mel. Mel had been married for only a year and then his wife divorced him. He was bitter about it. Mel threatened my wife that if she didn't take care of him, then he would reveal her dark secret to me.

She despised Mel but she gave in to his demands. She tried to discourage me from being friends with him but at the time, I knew nothing of what was going on.

A few times Mel would stop by my house for no particular reason and while he was talking to me, he would ogle my wife. He often would rub the front of his pants in front of her. She could have walked away but she had to stay there, to make sure he didn't say anything.

I thought his behavior was crude and odd at the time but now I realize, that he must have been stopping by my house quite often. Those times that he met me, I was probably home unexpectedly.

To this day my wife refuses to talk about it, claiming that it is too painful.

After a few years, I was offered a job in another state so we moved away from her boss and Mel. The new job paid well so my wife no longer needed to work.

She was happy that I raised our standard of living and we began a new start in our marriage. In the new environment, we became like husband and wife. She no longer stroked me and our love making was like any other normal married couple, if there is a normal. By having vaginal intercourse, I regained my male dominant status.

Whenever my wife and I would meet a man, he could tell right away that my wife was too much woman for me. That I could never keep her gratified. She always gave them the impression that she was restless and needed to be fucked.

I could always tell when she became interested in another man. Her body language always gives her away. She could never hide her desires and passions from me. It killed me to know that she desired another man but I also found it to be very exciting and erotic. She could make herself so alluring and it built up her ego knowing she could turn a complete stranger on.

I loved her so much and wanted to please her so much, that I could never prevent her from having her way with another man if that's what she chose. I didn't want to be in her way. I just wanted her to be free and happy while she was with me. ..................30 Years

When my wife turned thirty, her type of man came into our lives. I had to have some repairs done to our house so I was getting some bids on the work.

One contractor came by late one afternoon. I showed him the work that needed to be done and he went about the outside of the house taking all of his measurements. Then he came in the house and showed me his sample materials. My wife knows nothing of construction so she left us alone. The contractor left saying that he would mail me a proposal.

On Saturday morning another contractor came by. This guy was my wife's type. He was in his fifties, tall and beefy but not fat. He had a full head of wavy, salt and pepper hair. He was rugged looking from his years of construction but he was handsome with blue eyes and a set of beautiful white teeth.

I greeted him and he said his name was Ben. I showed him the repairs that were needed and he then went around the house taking measurements.

After he finished, I showed him into our kitchen and introduced him to my wife. Immediately, I could see the favorable eye contact between them. Even though this man was twenty years older than my wife, I could see that they both liked what they were looking at and the atmosphere became sexually charged.

My wife always wears a house dress and they are of thin material which drapes her hips and behind very provocatively. The front of the dress is a plain low neck line which, if she wants, she can lean forward and the material will fall away revealing her breasts. These simple dresses make her look very sexy and voluptuous.

My wife got into her seductive voice, "Ben, would you like a cup of coffee?"

"Yes, if you have it."

"Jack, get Ben a cup and I'll have a half a cup myself."

She just took over. She made me the servant. She had to show Ben that she runs this house. 

Ben had his samples laid out on the table. My wife folded her arms across her chest and leaned on the table. This has the effect of pushing her breasts together displaying a lot of cleavage.

Looking at the samples, she asks, "What have we here?"

Ben started explaining the samples to her as she was now monopolizing his attention. I watched her shift her position so she could stand closer to Ben, who was now sitting. She pretended to want to get a closer look at the samples as her thigh came to rest against his arm which he did not move away.

Being an older man, Ben picked up on her signals right away. He got up from his chair and rummaged through his brief case for a folder to show her another product. As he was pointing out the features in the folder he placed his hand on her upper back. She looked up at him and smiled. He looked at me for my reaction but I showed nothing, pretending not to notice. She is in command of her own body, if a man wants to touch her, she can move away or stay.

Getting a positive reaction from my wife, he began to slowly rub his hand up and down her back while talking to her. I could see that she was enjoying the feel of his touch. I know my wife, she wanted to see if she could turn this older man on but instead, he turned the tables on her. He was now getting her aroused and he knew how to play her.

As he was talking, he moved his hand down to the small of her back and began massaging it. He glanced over at me to see if he was trespassing and I gave him an approving smile. I was enjoying the sight of my wife becoming aroused by another man. My penis began to stir and grow hard.

When my wife gets aroused, her breasts puff up and her nipples protrude. If her arousal is not gratified, she goes into heat. When she's in heat, her buttocks become prominent and like a flower opening up to the sun, they spread apart. 

She was now in heat and she was very anxious, nervous and trembling. She looked at me with a look of apprehension and I could read her mind, "This man is going to fuck me and you're just standing there doing nothing about it."

She walked over to the sink to get a drink of water to try and calm herself. I watched his eyes light up as they feasted on the movement of her hips and behind. He could see her buttocks straining at the material of her dress as they stretched open. 

Ben's face had a look of lust, surprise and wonder as he watched the vision before him. The air was filled with the aroma of her sex. We both could see that she was all open, lubricating and waiting for her bull. And her bull was ready for her as the hardness in Ben's pants became very pronounced. 

He was about to move towards her, when suddenly the mood was broken, our five year old daughter came into the house to wash her hands and get a drink. My wife tended to her by giving her a snack and the child went back outside.

My wife had regained her composure and she came back to the table, asking Ben a lot of questions, some that I would not have thought about. How many on your staff? How reliable are they, etc? After we finished up, Ben put his samples under his arm and said that he would get a proposal out to us.

We walked him to the door, where he took my wife's hand into his and said, "Well Marie, it's certainly been a pleasure meeting you and I hope you will let me do this work for you."

Then his voice took on a sexual tone as he continued, "And don't worry, I'll take very good care of you." 

He left and we watched him pull out of our driveway. Then my wife took me by the hand and led me up stairs to our bedroom saying, "Boy! I need you, right now." In our love making, Ben's name was mentioned a few times.

That Sunday night our phone rang and my wife picked it up. "Hello. ... Oh, hi. How are you? ... So soon? Well, that was fast. ... Ha, ha, Oh, that is so sweet of you to say that. ... Ha, ha. Tomorrow morning? Yes, I'll be home. ... Oh, good. ... My accent? I'm from New York. We moved here about three years ago and I guess I'll never lose this accent. ... Oh, you're sweet. ... No, it was my husband's job transfer. ... You know, I have to take care of my man. He's all I've got. ... Ha, ha. You are so bad. Would you like to talk to my husband? He's sitting right here. ... No need?. ... Okay. Then I'll see you in the morning. ... You to, Bye."

"That was Ben. He's going to drop off your proposal in the morning. I think we should hire this guy even if he's a little more money. I feel comfortable with him."

That Monday night I looked over Ben's proposal and told my wife that yes we would hire him. Later that night when we got into bed, we sleep in the nude and when I saw her nude form, I started to get hard. I turned out the lamp and my wife snuggled up to me. She kissed me on the cheek and said, "I love you so much, I'm so lucky to have a man like you," as she began to fondle my erection.

I was enjoying the sensations of her hand and I replied, "Oh honey, I love you too, I love you more than anything."

She began stroking it and I said, "Hmmm, you haven't given me a hand job in a long time. That feels so good."

"Just enjoy. You're so good to me. I never thought that I would be living in a big house like this, in this beautiful neighborhood and I'd be taking tennis lessons."

"Talking about a big house, how long was Ben here this morning?"

"O, Let's not talk about Ben."

She continued stroking and I asked again, "No, really, how long was he here?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes. I do."

"Well he got here early, before I even had a chance to get dressed. I gave him a cup of coffee and he drank it while I got the kids off to school. We talked for a little while, maybe ten minutes. Then we said our good byes and I walked him to the door."

I was disappointed. I wanted to hear her say that he fucked her. I asked, "Then that was it?"

She asked, "Why? Did you expect him to do anything? You're going soft on me. I know Saturday when we made love, you said a lot of things about Ben fucking me and it got me real hot but they were only fantasies. Weren't they? I mean, you didn't really mean you wanted him to fuck me. Did you?"

"Well, yeah."

"Why?"

"I saw the way you two looked at each other. I was hoping he would fuck you."

"Are you really sure you would want him to fuck me? I'll ask you again, why?"

"Because it would make you exciting. Give you the life experience. I think every woman should experience another man besides her husband. It would put a little spark in our marriage."

"O, it would put a spark alright. He is an interesting guy. He's an estimator/salesman for the construction company but his real passion is the theater. He's a part time actor and model."

I replied, "He's got the looks for it."

"Yes he does, for a man in his fifties. Do you really think you could handle it, if he fucked me?"




Cuckold, Again



"Yes, in fact, I would enjoy that very much."

"Well, I think you're strange."

"I know. I'm different, maybe unique."

She asked me again, "You really want him to fuck me?"

"Yes, I do."

Then she put her mouth to my ear and in a low seductive voice said, "Well, maybe I shouldn't tell you this but, we said our good byes and as I was walking him to the door, he said that he loved coffee but it left an awful taste in his mouth and made his breath smell bad. He asked me if I could spare a piece of gum. I told him I didn't have any but he was welcome to use my mouth wash. He said yes so I turned and started up the stairs to get it for him. Then I felt a tinge of excitement when I realized he was following me up the stairs."

As she was telling me this, I could feel my cock getting hard in her hand and she noted it by saying, "O, my little friend likes my story."

"Yes, go on."

She continued, "We came up here to our bathroom, I was embarrassed that the bed was unmade. At the sink, we both rinsed our mouths and he said that his mouth was now kissing clean. We started kissing. God his hands were all over me."

She was now lightly stroking my erection as she continued. "As we were kissing, he slipped my shift up over my head so I was nude. I started to unbutton his shirt when he stopped me, saying, "No, I want you to lay on the bed so I can look at your beauty while I undress." So I laid here and watched him undress."

There was a pause as she filled her hand with saliva and then I felt the warm slickness of her hand engulf the head of my cock as she continued her stroking. I started to turn and stretch as I felt my arousal getting more intense.

She continued whispering in my ear, "Then he licked my pussy a little to get me wet and then I felt his wonderful cock slide into me."

I felt myself getting ready to cum, "O honey, I've got to fuck you. I've got to get on top of you and put it in you, right now."

"No! No! You can't! I'm too sore down there. His cock is big and it felt like he ripped me open."

"It's big?"

"Yes. It's big."

"O, I'm cumming, O, Ooooo."

I was cuckold again.

Whenever my wife takes a boyfriend, she avoids having vaginal intercourse with me. I don't know why but I end up cumming only by her hand. For as long as she has her bull, I am forbidden to touch her vagina. 

I can hold her in my arms and kiss her. She will let me play with her breasts and suck them until she has an orgasm but she will not let me touch her vagina. It is only for the exclusive use of her bull.

We were lying there in the after glow when she asked, "Now that you came, are you still Okay with it?"

"Yes. It's what I wanted."

She replied, "Yeah, it's what I wanted too but I had to make sure that you'd be Okay with it."

"I'm Okay."

Then she said, "I have to rinse my hands."

When I heard her say those words, I realized that I was once again going to be her eunuch only this time it was by choice. Like a man who forsakes everything and enters a monastery.

The following night she snuggled up to me and began fondling my penis. With her mouth close to my ear she whispered, "I love you and I am so lucky to have a man like you. I called Ben today. I told him that you were Okay with everything, that you signed his proposal and he could pick it up anytime but he disappointed me. He said that he is very busy and I should just mail it. We talked for a while. He said that he can't take off during the day."

"Sounds like he doesn't want to have you any more."

"No. He wants me. He wants to come here at night so he has more time. I told him it would have to be late when the kids are sleeping and if it was alright with you."

Her hand was giving me so much pleasure. "O honey that feels so good. Whatever you want is Okay with me."

"Here, let me wet my hand. (Pause) He's married, so it would have to be during the week. He could come over next Wednesday night around ten, after we get the kids to sleep. You would have to go into the den before he gets here and don't come out until after he's gone."

"Don't I get to watch?"

"Of course not. I could never do that." She said as she put more saliva in her palm.

Now I felt the need to fuck her, "Let me lay on you. Let me put it in you. I want to fuck you. O, I need to fuck you."

"No, no. Just enjoy. Let me save it for him. I want it to be tight, fresh and wanting for him. Just feel the pleasure of my hand."

"O no. I'm cumming."

Wednesday night came and after the kids were settled in bed, I helped her get ready. I watched her put on the black negligee that we had purchased during the week, just for tonight. We had gotten so aroused when we were buying it and tonight, not having gratified that arousal, we were that much more so. I could see she was now in heat.

We both have a great appreciation, almost a reverence, for the anticipation of our sexual gratification. The waiting, puts us in a state of high energy.

We heard his car pull into the driveway so I went to our den to watch TV while my wife entertained her guest. 

Sitting there alone, I could feel all the emotions flooding me; apprehension, jealousy, rejection, lust and arousal. What's wrong with me? Why do I sit here with an erection, knowing that another man is fucking my wife and she's enjoying it? That she wanted it. That she initiated it and I let it happen. I encouraged it: all because I get aroused when I see her get hot for another man.

About eleven-thirty I heard the front door open and close. Then my wife appeared in the doorway of the den. We kissed passionately with her expressing her love, gratitude how much she appreciated me. She led me by the hand, up to our bed which was all messed up.

I undressed and laid down in a wet spot alongside of her as she put her mouth to my ear and while she stroked my cock, she described every detail her exciting experience. I was living out my suppressed homosexual desires through her.

A couple of weeks later on a Wednesday night, I put the kids to bed while she got ready. It was very erotic seeing her all excited, bathed and ready for him. I put my arms around her and began kissing and feeling her. She pushed me back, reminding me that her vagina was for his exclusive use for as long as he wanted it. 

His car pulled into the driveway and I went to the den. I heard the front door close and they went upstairs. I sat there alone trying to get interested in the TV. Shortly there after my wife appeared in the doorway of the den.

She was in her robe and she put her finger to her lips as if to say, "Be quiet." Then she beckoned me with her finger to follow her. We quietly climbed the stairs, so as not to wake the kids and she carefully opened the bedroom door. 

The only light in the room streamed from the partially opened door of the master bath. Ben was reclining on the bed, in the nude and when the door opened he started to get up and walk over to the far side of the room. All I could see was his large, semi-hard, penis swinging like a pendulum as he walked. It was like a big salami and I could not take my eyes off of it. He was well endowed and it made me grateful that I was dressed.

My wife quietly closed the door, then turned to me and whispered, "Stand here, don't move."

Over her shoulder I could see Ben stop and stand in the light stream. His beautiful form with genitals hanging like delicious fruit and the words passed through my mind, "Behold the man."

She slipped her robe off as she walked over to him, he was now standing sideways to me. They embraced, started kissing and his hands went all over her body, feeling her back, her buttocks and her breasts.

Standing in the light stream, they were illuminated like two actors on a stage, performing a holly ritual that only God could conceive. I felt so privileged, so honored to be able to witness this most beautiful, magnificent, majestic vision before me.

My wife is caressing and kissing him and all the while, meshing her nude body against his. Her buttocks, spread open and moving in a circle as she grinds her vagina against his thigh. I see her hand stroking his wonderful erection while the other hand is rubbing up and down his buttock.

He made eye contact with me as he placed his hands on the tops of her shoulders and she lowered herself to her knees. He kept the eye contact as he moved his hand to the back of my wife's head, mussing her hair as he pulled her head to his cock. His other hand, the one closer to me, he kept at his side so as not to block the view of my wife's mouth, kissing, licking and sucking his cock. 

I don't know for how long I was watching them when he started to move his hips. The whole time he maintained eye contact with me and I could see he was getting ready to climax.

He started pushing his hips into my wife and I could see her hands on his buttocks, pulling him into her. He was now looking down at her with her head clutched in both his hands as he pushed his cock deep into her throat. She gagged then choked, and I felt a rush of adrenalin as I thought he was about to abuse her.

He raised his hand away so I could see as he pulled back and I could see her hungry mouth going after him, trying to get all of him down her throat. She gagged again as he began ejaculating and she began swallowing. She was swallowing and swallowing like she could not get enough of his nectar.

They stayed like that for the longest time and then he made eye contact with me again as I watched her sucking the juices off his now softening magnificent cock. 

Then, in a soft voice he said, "The show is over." 

My wife motioned with her hand for me to leave and as I was closing the door, I took one last look at that wonderful vision of her licking his beautiful now flaccid penis.

As I was walking down the stairs, for the first time, I became aware of my own erection. The vision of her kneeling there, bobbing her head on his cock, will be forever etched in my mind. 

The next time that we met, they let me join them. Ben directed the action. He told me to suck her tit while he sucked the other. My wife was in ecstasy, having two men making love to her.

What made it so erotic for her was that Ben and I were talking to each other, like we were at a gourmet buffet sampling the many delectable delights.

"Ben, I like to hold her tit with both hands, like this and suck her nipple."

As he was sucking her nipple he said, "Yeah, I love the way her nipples get so big when I suck on them and her pussy tastes so sweet. She has the sweetest tasting pussy that I've ever tasted."

He made me feel proud when continued with his praise, "You are one lucky man. She gives the greatest blow job. I mean it. She really knows how to suck a cock."

I agreed with him but I didn't have the heart to tell him that she never sucked mine and probably never will.

Ben was sucking her nipple while he fingered her vagina. Then he moved his cock up to her mouth. Standing at the edge of the bed, he cupped the back of her head and pulled it toward his cock, saying, "Here baby! Wet this up while your husband wets up your pussy for me."

I was sucking her tit and now his cock with his heavy balls were so close to my face. I never saw a cock up so close as I watched my wife's mouth open and start sucking it.

I scooted down the bed and began licking her vagina till Ben pushed his cock there. I took him in my mouth but he pulled it away saying, "Just guide the head in. Place it at her opening."

I did, saying "Wait."

Then a scooted up next to my wife. Ben was leaning on his hands so I was able to get my face just above her's. Laying alongside of her and leaning on my elbow, I circled my arm around her head. I wanted to watch her facial expressions as she was experiencing the sensations of his magnificent cock sliding into her.

Ben began pushing in; she rolled her head from side to side, licked her lips, clinched her lower lip with her teeth, gasping as he stretched her out. She was moaning in extreme pleasure as his cock continued to push into her. Her eyes went out of focus as she momentarily opened and closed them.

He was all the way in and her face reflected the sensations and pleasures of her fullness of him. He began his in and out motion, slow and tender at first but working himself up to more forceful penetrations.

When my wife and I copulate, we go for three minutes and then she has her orgasm which bathes my glans in her warm vaginal fluids causing me to climax. That's good, we both climax about the same time. 

The problem I have, is that I'm not fully gratified. After five minutes I get another erection and I want more but in that five minutes she goes into a deep sleep and she will get very angry if I try to wake her.

Up until this evening, I never realized how violent the act of fornication can be. To witness it live and up close as an observer and not a participant.

Ben was now in a furry; pounding his hot staff into her vagina, he was groaning, she was moaning, all in pleasure, her legs locked around him, her arms wrapped around his back with her hands trying to pull him ever deeper into her, her hips, thrashing up, trying to meet his forceful thrusts, the mattress bouncing up and down, the bed shaking, straining at the forces of his pounding, her breasts, in motion like waves on an angry sea, his balls swinging to and fro, loudly slapping against her anus. Slap! Slap! Slap!

It's near three minutes into her pounding; she's getting ready to orgasm, her face goes pale as the blood rushes to her vaginal organs, the lines of tension fade from her face, she turns her head and looks at my face, her eyes snap into focus like she recognizes me for the first time, she opens her mouth, "Kiss me," I kiss her as she orgasms and moans into my mouth.

I think that's it, Ben will now climax but her warm vaginal fluids only stimulate him into a greater frenzy as he continues to pound into her.

Five minutes into her pounding; her hair is matted from the perspiration along her hair line, she begins to wither again, we kiss, my open mouth on her's, muffles her cries of pleasure as she has another orgasm. This one more intense than the last, it has no effect on Ben, he pounds into her relentlessly.

Seven minutes into her pounding; she begins to have another more intense orgasm, she lifts her head up off the mattress, her body stiffens, her head slams back down into the mattress, rolling her head back and forth, I have to hold it still in my arms as I place my open mouth over her's in a desperate attempt to muffle her screams. 

Ben grunts, growls as he pushes all the way into her and holds himself there. The head of his cock is hot and deep in her. He begins to ejaculate with a hard jab into her, he starts to relax but again, another spasm as he ejaculates again, then another and another.

When he is finished, he pulls out of her and falls over on his back. His flaccid penis flops down and rests across his thigh, glistening with their love juices.

He's panting, wiping the sweat from his brow, with his eyes half closed, he murmurs, "It's your turn."

Up until now my erection has been ignored. My wife brings her knees up so her feet are flat on the bed as she opens her legs and reaches for me.

It has been a long time since I've been inside of her. I climb up between her legs and onto her. Her vagina is all open and my erection slips right in. Feeling the sensations of her hot wetness, I gently push all the way into her and slowly begin my rocking in and out of her, gently, passively, I give her my three minutes. We climax together.

After I ejaculate I let it stay in her until it goes soft and when it does; it shrinks, shrivels and falls out of her on it's own. I lay on my back beside her.

Our love making has stimulated Ben and I watch in disbelief as he climbs on top of her again. This time he lasts much longer and her orgasms are more intense. I have to muffle her screams with my open mouth over her's.

When Ben is finished, I take my turn in her again. This time I last a much longer time and while we are making love, Ben gets dressed and leaves.

We had many more of those Wednesday nights. Ben and I referred to them as tag team meetings and they lasted for about six months. Eventually Ben moved away and we never saw him again.

..................4o Years

A few years later my wife's cousin, Rita called us and said that she and her husband Bob, would be moving into our area. He was making a job change. My wife invited them over when they came to town.

We had been to their wedding about eight years before. They were a younger couple. Rita was thirty and Bob was thirty two. My wife was forty at the time and I could see right away that Bob was her type.

When my wife first saw him that day, I could see the pupils of her eyes open up as she devoured him. She was wearing one of her light summer house dresses that accent her fully rounded hips and buttocks.

Over the course of that year, there were times that I would see Bob's eyes light up as my wife bent forward in front of him. I know that she was giving him a view of her breasts. Sometimes she would give Bob an alluring smile that only he could see. All of this was going over Rita's head and I found myself purposely distracting her from my wife's actions.

I guess I became my wife's enabler. It was sick of us to act this way but I found it to be very exciting and so did my wife.

Another time we were sitting in the living room and I got up to make fresh drinks. When I came back into the room, I noticed that my wife's knee was open, exposing her inner thighs to Bob. She quickly covered it when she saw me and I pretended not to notice but I always do. 

After dinner my wife was pouring coffee into Bob's cup, she was standing close to him so that her thigh was against his arm. He moved his arm away so she placed her free hand on the back of his neck. She likes to touch and feel. 

That night when we went to bed, she could not get enough of me. Every time she was around Bob, she would get so aroused that she had to have intercourse with me. I never said anything to her of my observations. I just enjoyed and benefited from her arousal for another man.

After the year that Rita and Bob moved into our area, we spent more time with them. Bob came to realize that my wife was available and he started responding to her signals. He was a young man and I didn't think he would ever cheat on his wife. It was all just innocent fun.

It was subtle at first. He would touch her shoulder, rub his hand up her back or give her a playful hug. Each time he would get a little more familiar. I could see that she was arousing him and he now wanted to fuck her. He wanted to taste his wife's older cousin. He wanted to know what it's like to have an older experienced woman.

My wife was a tennis player and Bob played tennis. He was free on Fridays so they decided to play tennis on that day. Rita worked, I worked and the kids were all in school. They had the day to themselves.

That night was like any other night, nothing out of the ordinary. Over dinner my wife said that she played tennis with Bob, they had fun and they made plans to play again next Friday.

Later that night when we went to bed, I was excited. She had been with Bob so I knew that she would want me to fuck her but she didn't seem to be aroused. I was. We got into bed, nude like we always do and she turned her back to me. I spooned up to her and pushed my erection up between her buttocks.

"Not tonight honey. Please, I'm so tired."

"Oh, I forgot. You played tennis today. How long did you guys play?"

"We played from nine this morning until about eleven."

"Oh. What did you do after the game?"

"We came back here and I gave him lunch."

"You must have been all hot and sweaty?"




Cuckold, Again



Now she could have ended the conversation with a "I'm tired" or "we'll talk tomorrow" but instead, she turned over on her side so she was facing me. 

Lying there in the dark, I felt her hand caress my erection and she gently started stroking it as she said, "We came back here and I took a shower, then changed. Bob took a shower and changed. Then I made us lunch."

She was having an effect on me. I rolled onto my back, her hand continuing to stroke me. I had been walking around all day with a hard on thinking of her in her skimpy little tennis outfit with Bob so I was already on the verge of cumming.

She continued, "After lunch we had a couple of gin and tonics on the patio. Anything wrong with that?"

"No. Did you two shower together?"

There was a pause while she put a generous amount of saliva in her palm and then resumed her stroking. Putting her mouth to my ear and in a very seductive voice, she repeated my question, "Did we shower together? "What do you think?"

"No. Please, let me lay on you. I need to put it in you."

"No! Lie back. Enjoy my hand. Just lie back."

"Please! I need to fuck you. Please."

"I said no! Just lie back. Let me do this. Let my hand sooth you."

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

I was cuckold again.

It was about two or three weeks after Bob had cuckold me, when he and Rita stopped by our house. He had always treated me with respect but now that he had my wife, his attitude changed. He came into my house and walked around like he owned it. He treated me with respect but it was more like the respect you would give a woman. He had to be careful in front of his wife but he would freely touch my wife in front of me.

One day when his wife wasn't there, I watched him running his fingers up and down the back of my wife's head while he was talking to her in a seductive tone. He was doing it with complete disregard for me and then I realized that this is the way that he rubs the back of her head when she is giving him a blow job.

I wonder what my wife must say to her boyfriends about me. How does she justify her infidelity? Does she tell them that I can't perform, that I can't get it up, that I'm too small or I'm homosexual. 

My wife and Bob played tennis for about a year and then their relationship ended. Once again I was allowed to have vaginal intercourse with her. 

Rita and Bob stayed married for another two years and then Bob ran off with a girl he worked with.

Our relationship with Ben was a high lite in my marriage. After Ben we tried swinging for a year but after meeting with three different couples on three different occasions, we decided that it just wasn't for us.

Ben was the only threesome I ever experienced and I wish we could have had more. I would have, had I been married to someone else. I think my wife was afraid that she might end up in bed with two homosexuals. Unfortunately, she finds it's more exciting to go behind my back.

During the relationship we shared with Ben, we became very close, almost like the first year of our marriage but then, after Ben, we returned to our old ways.

To any couple married over seven years, I would recommend that you bring another male into your love making. Two men on one woman is very exciting. It's stimulating, erotic, very gratifying and it prevents the marriage from going stale. It worked for me but then, I have homosexual tendencies.

End



Cuckold - An Unusual Start



This is a brief story recalling our very first experience. 

There is much written about 'cuckolding' vis-à-vis 'hot-wifing' and frankly I do not know (nor care) which label to apply. What I knew was that for at least the last 7 years the thought of my wife (then girlfriend) seeing other men, with my knowledge, had grown from a fantasy to an absolute obsession. 

Just a little background: 

About 3 years ago we began role-playing with female domination. Top of my 'to-do' list was for 'Jane' (not her real name) to sit on my face, have me orally stimulate her, to 'clean' her dirty pussy and then, ultimately, to dominate me by peeing into my mouth. Although she was (and to this day still is) reluctant to go to this final step we did play like this occasionally for a couple of years all the time my real desire was to be cleaning cum from her - not pee. 

Maybe a year or so ago I finally confessed my true desire. "Absolutely not" was her initial response and no less than I expected. We did however begin to role play with the scenario. Whenever Jane would go out without me I would be busy at home, make the place nice, then settle down for some serious surfing. Initially it was 'porn' based, pictures and stories of creampies, cuckolds, hot-wives etc. Over time I got more interested in the forums and advice sites. 

When she came home I would be in bed waiting for her. She would change into her slutty clothes then come up to bed and start telling me about 'her (fictitious) date' whilst making me clean her shoes, her feet, her gorgeous ass before, finally, her panties and pussy. Her panties and pussy always had a good load of cum in them. How was that possible if we were just playing? In advance of our play date I would make an ice-cube of my cum which Jane then warmed and applied as she was getting changed. 

That sufficed - for a while. All the time, in the background, the need to do this for real just grew and grew. 

My main fear (and I believe hers too) was about destroying our marriage. We had a very good marriage. We were a strong couple who loved each other, trusted each other, and worked really well together. So why this obsession with her going off to be with another man? Was it low self esteem? (I was a poor lover) was it a form of self-abuse? of control? To this day I do not know the root cause. What was certain was that to take it from fantasy to reality was a risk. It was only when I broached the subject that ignoring / sweeping under the carpet was also inherently risky that we really started to talk and consider 'trying it' for real. 

Together we began to explore the possibilities. When we would go out She would dress just a little more provocatively and enjoy the looks and occasional attention she would receive. I sent her links to some articles and stories (including Literotica naturally). We would go on-line both together and individually. We began talking to people, couples already in the life, fantasists (they become very easy to spot after a while) bulls and other cucks. 

Finally we were ready to try this. First we had to find our Mr. Right. Jane had set some very clear ground rules. Basically he had to be "a decent person" i.e. someone she could actually go on date with: 

Age 30 - 49. 

Able to hold a conversation about something other than sex or football. 

High standard of personal hygiene. 

Respectful with a GSOH. 

And, at least, reasonably good looking (Jane was a very attractive lady). 

A good looking woman offering no strings sex we did not think it would difficult to find someone meeting such reasonable criteria. Perhaps it was our naivety, poor choice of words, or just bad luck but we were inundated with responses from our first ad on 'craigslist' almost exclusively from morons "I'll fuck you" together with a photo of their dick was the standard response and not really what we had in mind. After several attempts and a couple of no-shows we went back to the drawing board. 

"Trouble is by 30 all the decent men are taken" it was a chance remark that would ultimately determine our fate. 

"Then why not go for a married one?" I suggested. 

"No way" She came back immediately "I'm not going to damage someone's marriage." 

"That's not what I mean" I stuttered for a moment as I got straight in my own head where I was going with this "What about swingers?" I could see the cogs go around and just before she could come back I pre-empted her reaction "One-sided swinging! hear me out?" I continued "We are looking for a decent guy, which means he is probably already taken, honest and discrete, with little chance of emotional involvement." I let it sink in for a bit as I too mulled it over. It was the ideal solution. Both couples value their respective marriages, discression is far more likely, and the calibre of suitors would (hopefully) be better. 

"But would they go for it?" she asked "I mean the wife gets nothing from it." 

"I don't know" was the truthful answer "Why don't we give it a try - we'll soon find out." 

When you advertise as an available female seeking NSA sex from single guys you get hundreds of responses (literally hundreds). Couples for couples far fewer but much more detailed, more involved, more adult (by adult I mean grown up, intelligent, not pornographic). We spoke with quite a few couples. Most were at least sympathetic to our cause they had all been messed around with internet dating to varying degrees. Some only 'played' in pairs but wished us well. A few, after chatting for a bit we didn't like, or them us. Some others we couldn't for practical reasons but ultimately we really began to hit things off with a couple in Manchester - Steve and Diane. They were very relaxed amicable people, some but not vast experience, they lived far enough away so you don't risk bumping into them in the street but close enough to drive down for a visit - perfect! 

The Date: 

After speaking, mailing, etc for several weeks we set a date for our first visit. One week on Saturday. 

I was completely beside myself the whole week before. I must have packed and re-packed (it was just an overnight bag for god's sake) at least a dozen times. Jane would flip-flop between excitement, nerves, and worry. Nerves were probably the biggest. Talking with her later it's clear her biggest concerns were, could she go through with it?, would I be devastated if she backed out at the last minute? Would she 'be any good' (it has been almost 15 years with just crappy old me) - had sex changed? 

Once we had set the date all marital rights were withdrawn. No sex, no masturbation, no touching, no cuddling. I was to sleep in the spare room. Looking was permitted and, when she felt like it, She would tease me by parading around the house in just her underwear, bra, panties, stockings and heels! At least twice a day She would kiss me passionately until I was 'swollen' have a quick rub of my hardness, tell me "good" then leave me – dry! 

Saturday Night – 7:00pm: 

This was it – our first real meet. We had been at this stage before only to be let down by no-shows but we knew this would be different. We settled into the bar at the restaurant. Table was booked for 8 we had agreed to meet Steve & Diane at 7:30. Although our hotel (where we had booked 2 adjoining rooms) was just across the street we deliberately arrived early to settle in and have a quick drink to relax the nerves before our 'friends' arrived. 

7:30 – on the nose. Nervously chatting about not-very-much whilst trying not to be obviously watching the entrance I saw them enter. 



It was Steve who we saw first. Not far off the six foot he claimed. He stopped at the internal glass lobby door and pushed it open allowing Diane to enter. The petite brunette breezed past and into the entrance hall with an air of self confidence that only someone accustomed to be being the centre of attention exudes. A business like suit (skirt not trousers) made her look efficient. The relaxed hair and 4" heels indicated this was pleasure rather than business. 

They spotted us almost immediately, smiled, and came right over with a warm "Hi, how you doing?" As far as the rest of the world was concerned we were long standing friends, perhaps college buddies, former work colleagues, just about anything other swingers on a first date! 

The meal was excellent as was the company. Discussion flowed from families through work, to sport and shopping. Confident and self assured without being arrogant. It was easy to forget the way this evening was heading. And that was what I needed to do as every time I thought about it the pit of my stomach would tie in knots. Each course acted as a silent countdown. 

Dessert had now passed and the bill had been paid. Steve had picked up the tab for the meal, we had paid for the hotel rooms. 

"What say you and I catch one for the road, let the ladies chat for a bit?" Steve asked nodding towards the bar. 

"Sure – why not" I replied. We took our leave from Jane and Diane and headed over to the bar. 

Ordered a couple of whiskys and Steve asked "You sure you're ok with this?" It was more of a courtesy, a final chance to back out, but we both knew the answer. 

"Yeah, no problem" I replied. 

Then he laid it out. How the next step would go. He and I would retire to our respective rooms and leave the keys in the door. Jane would come up next and enter one of the rooms removing the key as she did so. This was her final chance to stop proceedings. If she came into mine, he advised, be supportive we've had a nice night out, a good meal and made some new friends. Diane would follow and enter the remaining room. 

Diane and Jane were having a similar chat as they finished the bottle of wine. 

We went across the street into the hotel and into our rooms to prepare for our ladies. Steve grabbed their overnight bag from his car on the way across. 

And boy did they make us wait. Almost an hour of (delicious) anticipation before finally she arrived. 



The lights were low, the music from Jane's iPod was even lower. The room was warm with a window just a jar allowing in the crisp evening air. I'm on top of the bed in pristine white boxers and shirt. Listening intently for the footsteps and a key turning in the door – but which one. In that hour a few other guests has passed by. My heart raced at the sound of each set of feet only to collapse as they faded into the distance. 

Finally another solo set. Difficult to hear as they are very light steps, definitely female, comes slowly to the door. They stop directly outside. A hand is pressed against the door then pauses. "Fuck!" I think with an equal sense of relief "She's not gone through with it." My mind flashes back to Steve's advice "be supportive, if She's not ready, She's not ready."

The key turns and the door is slowly pushed open. 

Standing there, partially silhouetted by the bright hall, in her smart suit and slutty shoes was the petite brunette I had met just a few hours earlier. 

"What?, But?, Where's?....." Nothing really came out. 

"Shhh" She whispered bringing her finger seductively up over her pursed lips. "Jane's right behind be me" she said as she strutted into the room. "We just decided to change the rules a little." 

I got up to meet her, not really sure what the etiquette was in such circumstances. "Can I get you a drink?" I asked. 

"On your knees" She barked "And you'll address me as mistress at all times from now on – is that clear!" It wasn't a question, it was a statement of fact. This was definitely a new side to Diane, not the delicate, flirty lady we had spent the evening with. 

As instructed I dropped to my knees. "Good" She announced "Now over here." I did as I was told. "Now remove my skirt. I want you to caress my legs with only your finger tips. I'm told you are very good at that." 

"Yes, I am" I replied, quickly adding "Mistress." 

"And you seem to learn quick – maybe there is some hope for you." 

There was a momentary silence as we heard activity next door. Jane had obviously entered. We could hear their voices through the wall but not their words. 

"Oh boy is she in for a treat tonight" She told me. And then she began to talk. 

She explained how She and Jane had spent the last hour chatting and how, by the end of their conversation, Jane had confessed to being 'very eager' to 'experience' her husband. She definitely wanted to do it, there was no need for her to come up first – so they decided to play with us both a little. 

We listened as we heard them chatting, Jane giggled (a lot). As the talking subdued I imagined lips being used for other things, clothes being removed, my lovely wife giving into the seductive charms of another man. 

"And I know ALL about you" She interrupted my thoughts "you dirty little boy." 

"You know we're not allowed to..." I trailed off. 

"Ha" she laughed more in disgust than humour "Don't flatter yourself, that little dick of yours is getting no where near me. I only take Real cock, the type that can fill me, stretch me, fuck me until I cum over and over again – in other words" She leant down at this point to look directly into my eyes "exactly what your little wife is about to experience." 

"This is cuck-sitting it's like baby sitting for inadequates" She said as she peeled of blouse revealing tight little breasts held in a black velvety cup. 

She lay flat, face down, on the bed. "Now caress the rest of me" she said "I want to feel as relaxed as Jane will be by the time my husband has finished with her". 

And so we began. 

Next door was also getting started. The chat and the giggles had given way to occasional moans, groans and creaks. Slowly the intensity of these grew. We could hear the rhythmic creaking as it began to build. And as it increased so did the Jane's enjoyment. We could hear her moans, gasping for breath. She had long since passed as far as I was able to take her. Still they grew, the noises, the banging of the bed, the groans and gasps. "Fuck me! Harder! Oh.. Fuck.." The first audible words from next door were Jane's and She was ready to go! 

He did as requested – fucked her harder and harder. It sounded like they were going to come through the wall when we heard her go. Such a shriek I have never heard. Pure pleasure, pure delight, such a release! The banging continued for a few moments longer then we heard for the first time. It was his turn. 

"That's Steve unloading into your pretty little wife" I was told like I didn't already know that. She rolled over onto her front "Oh" She exclaimed "I see we enjoyed that little floor show" She was referring to my rock hard cock bursting desperately to escape its cotton cage "and we've had a little mishap" pointing to the damp stain of pre-cum forming on my boxers. 

"Are we done then?" I ask "I mean do we swap back now?" 

"Oh honey" she said with a pitied voice "that was just round 1. You have to remember that was the first decent fuck She's had in 15 years – Do you really think just once is enough?" 

We settled back into our routine. I tickled and caressed her. I was doing a good job. All the moans and groans in the world can be faked but the way skin responds is full proof. Those little goose-bumps the muscles relaxing all told me what I already knew – that at least my fore-play was good. 

As we played on we could hear the muffled voices once again from next door. 

It was Diane (again) who picked up on the change "Do you notice it's only Steve we can hear now?" she asked. 

"Yes?" I queried the significance. 

"That's 'cos little Jane's got her mouth full." She told me very matter-of-factly "No quicker a way to get a man hard again than to suck on his cock. She must be desperate to get him in her again." 

And sure enough within just a few minutes the floor show as Diane had called it entered its second act. It was more controlled, slower, this time. I counted 3 separate orgasms each peak led to a quieter interval a slowing of Steve before building again and pushing her over the edge again. Finally he released and the show was over. 

"That was fabulous honey – thank you" The first genuinely nice thing Diane had said to me since She entered our room. She began getting re-dressed. "You'd better straighten this place up before your wife gets home" She quipped as she headed out the door. She lifted the key on the way out "I'll put this in the door for you, Nighty night" and then she was gone. 

She didn't go next door. Don't know (or care) where she went. She was gone and I needed to straighten the place up before Jane returned. 

I lay there for quite a while waiting on her return. I could hear them next door laughing and giggling. And then their door opened and closed. It was moments now before mine would be opening too. My heart raced like never before. 

The key turned slowly and I stopped breathing. The door was pushed open and there, as with Diane previously, beautifully silhouetted was my Jane. Heels, panties and Steve's shirt (open over her bra) was all she wore and she looked amazing. I ran to the door and gave her a big hug. 

She tried to be demure and alluring but it was impossible for her to take the smile of her face. 

"Well?" I asked with an equally broad fixed grin "did we have a nice time?" 

She giggled "it was ok, couldn't you hear?" 

"We heard everything!" I over emphasised the everything. 

"I" She begun "I never knew it could be like that, finally I know what all the fuss is about" paused for breath and a big wet kiss "We are sooo doing that again" she squealed. 

"But first" her tone changed "I have a little problem" She leaned against the little desk. "You see I have just so much cum deep inside me that my little panties just can't keep it all in" She parted her legs and tightened her pussy as another trickle ran down her silky thigh. 

"Would you like me to get that for you?" I offered why a wry smile. 

"No, I'm going to hold as much in for as I can for as long as I can." 

"Then tell me all about it" I pleaded. 

"Do you really want to know?" She asked then, without waiting for a reply "Then worship my feet until you can taste his cum." 

I got down right there on the floor and took the point of her shoe into my mouth. I began cleaning it, kissing it, I took it off and kissed and licked her foot. All the time she was telling me how badly she wanted the meal over, how she desperately just wanted to get up to that room and onto his cock. She told me how she had decided the first moment she had seen him in the flesh. That all through dinner she just got wetter and wetter. During their hour Diane had described in great detail the pleasures in store, by which time she was frothing and how the reality had been even better than she imagined. 

She was clearly getting off on this. Recalling the night's events was getting her wet again, just saying the words out loud. Her own juices must have been flowing as the trickle down her leg grew faster until finally at it reached the sole of her foot and my tongue. The first ever taste of another man's cum dripped from my hot-wife's pussy. It was amazing. 

It licked all the way until I was face to face with her panties. She had her thumbs hook over the elastic like a gun-fighter over his belt as I lapped at the soft material. 

"Now wait" She said. And I waited. 

"I want you to get a proper look at this" and with that she pushed down the front of her panties to reveal the insides absolutely soaking with cum. Her normally so prim pubes a thick matt of hair glued together with his seed. Her cunt itself still swollen and red both from its pounding and her recent recollection. 

"Now lick my panties clean" she ordered. The smell of pure sex as I go in close was so strong. I could taste not just his cum but hers as well. Panties cleaned they were discarded. 




Cuckold - An Unusual Start



Her hands came down to my head as she guided it in to her. Around the sides first, clit and the finally into her. As my tongue pushed in another load of juices trickled down she gave a gasp. She pushed me backwards back onto the floor and squatted on my face. I licked and kissed that pussy until every last drop was well gone and then some more. I tried to make her cum again with my tongue but even in her highly aroused state I failed (again). 

She reached behind and grasped my little cock. "You have been such a good little cuck tonight" she told me as she squeezed down on the shaft "and we are definitely doing that again" as she began to beat him "You wanted a hot-wife, we'll you've got one now buddy" and with that my own little jizz shot high into the air.



Cuckold at a Cocktail Party



When I was a young, naive, immature man or maybe I should say boy, I was engaged to be married to a very beautiful, sexual, voluptuous, full figured girl. She had full puffy lips, large rounded breasts, curvy hips with full rounded buttocks. I introduced her to my boss. He was an old wise man and she must have made an impression on him because a couple of days after meeting her, he was still thinking of her and he said to me," You know Jack, your girlfriend is a very beautiful and very sexual girl. When you're married and you make love to her, I suggest that you get a couple of men to help you out." Then he laughed a little.

I smiled back at him, not really knowing what he was trying to say but now looking back, I can see that he knew she was too much woman for me.

It was after a year into our marriage when it became evident, that I was not meeting my wife's sexual needs, so, against my objections and protests, my wife made me her Cuckold.

No one told me that I had been made a cuckold but rather I very quickly came to realize it. The first sign was my wife avoided sex with me. She kept her body covered from me and away from me. At night when getting into bed, she would first, turn out the light, then take off her robe so I could not see her naked body.

Even though we had not had sex in a long time, she would put me off, saying that she was too tired. Laying in the dark, on her side, facing away from me, she would pretend to be sleeping as she listened to the rhythmic, squishy sounds of her husband masturbating. Then she would feel the bed softly vibrate as her husband climaxed. She could now drift off to sleep knowing that he would not be bothering her.

After a while, she found that it was much easier for her to just masturbate me and that would put me into a deep sleep, leaving me satisfied for a week or two.

She always has to maintain the chaste, devoted wife image. Every Sunday morning, she is in church receiving communion. She has no guilt about her infidelities, in fact, she feels it is her God given right to take a lover whenever she wants but when it comes to me, she demands absolute fidelity. She has threatened me with death if I was ever unfaithful and I know that she means it.

When I'm in the company of a man who has cuckold me, it is the most emasculating and humiliating experience I have ever felt. No matter how many times it happens to me, I can never get use to it. He embarrasses me and makes me feel so inadequate, so ashamed, so helpless, and worthless. He strips me of my manhood, leaving me feminized with homosexual feelings.

On top of that, there is the anxiety of knowing that he is bragging to his friends about fucking my wife. Telling them what a good fuck she is. Men who take other men's wives are egotistical and they have to brag about their conquests.

Do my friends know? I only have to walk into a room filled with them and everyone falls silent. My friends, men and women, don't know what to say to me. They begin talking to me and treating me like I'm a woman. That's just the way it feels when you're emasculated.

Now my wife can go for about eight or nine months without a boyfriend and our marriage is happy and normal like any other married couple. Then after about eight or nine months, my wife will start to get annoyed and critical of me. I notice that she begins to get very sexual, in her actions and her dress. When she avoids having sexual relations with me, preferring to masturbate me instead, then I know, she has probably taken a lover.

Another tell tail sign that she has taken a lover is the way she talks to me. She will become very considerate of me, so much so, that she will talk to me like I was her little boy. This is usually after she has returned to me after being with her lover. It's almost like she is saying, "Oh, I know Mommy's little boy doesn't want to be a Cuckold but this is the way it has to be. Mommy knows was best for you and it's good for our marriage. It makes Mommy so very happy that you are her Cuckold."

When I anticipate that a man is going to fuck my wife, I get a sick feeling in my stomach. I become depressed and filled with anxiety. I know that she wants him and I want her to be happy so there is nothing I can do to prevent it. I'll think of him fucking her and I'll get an erection. Even though I'm in an aroused state, there is that awful feeling of dread. I know that it's wrong, another man should not be fucking my wife but I can't help myself. The thought of him fucking her causes me to become very aroused, I then masturbate which leaves me feeling ashamed and submissive.

Unlike me, my wife is an extrovert and she seeks out men who are aggressive extroverts. Men who know what they want and will take her roughly, while I am gentle, timid and passive.

She prefers to have long term relationships with her boyfriends, like a year or two, meeting them on a regular basis. While she is in a relationship, her vagina is off limits to me. It belongs to her boyfriend and I am not permitted in any way to have sexual intercourse with her. She doesn't want to feel like she is cheating on her lover by having sex with me which adds to my anxiety.

During these times, my wife will say, "Oh Honey, we can't have intercourse, I have that yeast infection again. Give me the vaseline and I'll take care of you."

All the while that she is masturbating me, she is whispering in my ear, telling me how much she loves me. That she is faithful to me and I have no right to accuse her of infidelity because I have no proof. After she has brought me to climax, I become calm and passive for a week or two.

Unlike sexual intercourse, where after I climax, a few minutes later, I get another erection. Her hand jobs leave me so completely drained and sexually gratified, that I will not get another erection for a week or two. I know the effects are psychological and not physical. Each time that she masturbates me, it leaves me feeling emasculated. I know I shouldn't allow her to do this to me but I cannot help myself.

It was about fifteen years after she had made me her Cuckold that this incident happened. It was Labor Day and we were at a summers-end cocktail party. I heard my wife's laugh, looking across the garden, I saw her laughing at a strangers joke. She had her hand on his shoulder as she was laughing and it gave me a jealous feeling. I don't know why but I get jealous when I see her laughing with another man.

He was tall, trim and handsome. He looked to be a couple of years younger than my wife. She was standing against him and he was slowly rubbing his hand up and down her back as he was talking to her. They seemed to be very friendly. I could tell that he was very interested in my wife as he had lust written all over his face. After all she was only thirty two, very sexual, voluptuous and always came across to men as being very available. When she wants to, she can give a man the impression that she needs to be fucked.

She saw me and beckoned me to her. As I got near, she said to him, "David, this is my husband Jack."

Even though I was now standing in front of them, he continued feeling her back like he owned her. He seemed arrogant and he completely disregarded my being there. He treated me like he knew my wife was sexually starved and that I could never keep up with her sexual needs. Some men just naturally know when a woman is not being sexually satisfied. I'm sure in the short time that they were together, my wife gave him all the signs he needed to know, that she was available.

"How do you do, David?"

"Honey! Dave is a tennis player and he invited me to play with him on Friday. Would you please get me another wine? Maybe Dave would like another one too."

"Yes! If you don't mind Jack?"

"Two white wines, coming up." As I turned to go I heard him say to my wife, "I hope your husband doesn't mind that I asked you to play tennis?"

"No. No, don't worry about him. He's harmless. He will do whatever I say."

That night we were getting into bed and she had been going on and on, talking about this new guy, so I asked her,"Who is this guy?"

"Oh, he's a friend of Gail and Larry's. He's recently divorced and he plays tennis. He's a salesman and he is off on Fridays so he asked me if I wanted to play a couple of sets with him. I know you wouldn't mind. Would you?"

I felt a little sick in my stomach. He seemed to think that he already owned my wife. He was egotistical and filled with self confidence. He knew that he was going to fuck her and there was nothing I could do about it. He could take her away from me. I expressed my concerns to her.

"Honey! I don't think it's a good idea to get involved with him. He's single and has no ties. I just don't think it's a good idea. How long have you known him?"

"I just met him today at the party. He saw my tennis pin and asked me about it and from there, we just hit it off together."

"Well, I think you should cancel your tennis date." When I said that, she became angry.

"Oh! You never fuck me. Then some good looking stranger comes along, who shows an interest in me and you get all possessive."

"Don't say I never fuck you. You never let me."

"You always want it at the wrong time. I'm not going to get involved with him? It's just a game of tennis. Do you think he would want to fuck your little wife? Just the thought of it gives you a hard on. Doesn't it?"

"No it doesn't."

"Yes it does. You have an erection just thinking of him fucking me. Don't you. Look at it. 

It was true. I was standing there naked and I didn't realize that I had gotten an erection. I couldn't hide it. My emotions betrayed me.

She went on, "Your all excited just thinking of him fucking me. Aren't you? I know you. You love it when another man wants to fuck me. Don't you? Admit it. You love the excitement of another, much bigger cock, taking me while you just sit there with your little wiener and jerk off."

"No. I don't want another man fucking you. Especially him. You're my wife. You're all mine. I saw the way you were looking at him and I saw his hands feeling you. He was feeling you up and you encouraged him."

"So he felt me a little. It felt good. You know what I think? I think that you're jealous."

"Oh! So you think I'm jealous of Dave."

"No. I think you're jealous of me. I think that you would like Dave to feel you up. I think you would like Dave to fuck you or you would like to suck his cock? That's what I think."

"That's ridiculous." 

"Did you marry me to hide the fact that you're a homosexual?"

"No! I'm not homosexual."

"Yes. You are, my little sissy. I saw you checking him out."

"No. I was just admiring the way he was dressed."

"You were admiring the front of his slacks. You're a homosexual. You can't hide it from me. Do you know, that when you're reading the newspaper, you always linger for the longest time, looking at the advertisements for men's underwear. I see you drooling over the models in those ads."

"No. That's not true." I could feel my face getting red from embarrassment. 

"Yes it is. Admit it."

"No. I have nothing to admit. You know what your problem is? You were born and raised around men who were rough, aggressive construction workers and now you're living with a mild, refined gentle man and you can't handle it."

Her mood changed as she got into bed. She pulled the covers away from her, exposing her nude body to me. She posed herself, so beautiful, so warm, voluptuous, so sensual, so soft. Her legs were slightly parted, revealing her open pussy. That wonderful warm, moist place, where I find so much comfort and pleasure. I could see her moist pussy lips glistening in the light, waiting to part and caress my penis as I push into her. I love hearing her moan in pleasure as I pound into her and bring her to orgasm. I love the feel of my cock when I'm pushing all the way into her and planting my seed deep into her womb. It gives me such a powerful feeling of male dominance but those feelings of dominance are only if my wife allows them.

The bed is my wife's domain. She dictates what activities go on and how they go on. She opened her arms and in her sultry voice she said, "Come baby. Come lie down with me."

How I love getting into bed with her. I wanted to lie on top of her and push my erection between her legs but that was not to be. As I started to climb on her, she closed her legs and rolled on her side saying, "No baby. I don't want any jumping around tonight. Just lie quietly next to me. Just lie still in Mommy's arms and I'll take care of your little stiffy. That's it, now turn out the light my baby."

Now my erection is normal, six inches long but she always refers to it as my little stiffy or little peter. It's her way of belittling me. To make my penis insignificant.

I turned out the light and rolled on my side facing her. I wanted to caress her, to feel her breasts and push my cock against her but she rolled away from me. There in the darkness, I heard the drawer of her night stand slide open and the rustling sounds as she got out her jar of vaseline and opened it. There was some silence as she applied some jelly to her finger tips and then she rolled back facing me. I felt her hand push on my shoulder as she whispered, "Lie on your back. That's it. Flat on your back."

Not wanting to soil the bed sheets with vaseline and my semen, she pulled the covers off of me, exposing my nude body but keeping her body covered. When she has me in this fashion, I always feel like a sacrifice, laying nude on her sacrificial alter. While she has me in this position, she will perform a simple procedure; using her oiled hand to stimulate my sexual pleasures, all the while whispering her needs into my ear. When she is finished, I will associate my sexual pleasure with her needs.

I felt the coolness of the lube as she began caressing my erection. I lay there on my back, feeling the pleasurable sensations of her hand as she slowly began masturbating me. She whispered in my ear,"Hmmm, I love stroking your little peter. You know, you're making too much of this tennis game. Don't think of Dave fucking me because he's not. Just think of us as playing tennis and that's all."

While she was stroking me, she placed her other hand on the top of my head and pushed me down to her breast saying, "Here, suck on my tit. That's it. Suck on the nipple. Oh yes."

Her breathing became very heavy as she became aroused, thinking of David and in her sultry voice, she whispered, "Suck it like it was a cock. Pretend that it's David's cock. I know you'd love to suck his cock and have him cum in your mouth. Oh, your little peter is getting so hard and hot."

Listening to her words as I was sucking on her nipple, I could feel myself getting ready to cum. I began to shake as she continued her narrative, "That's it baby. Suck Dave's cock. Let him cum in your mouth. Let Dave fill your mouth with his cum and then swallow his juice. Is my little homo going to squirt. Oh yes, such a big squirt. Squirt some more, fill my hand. Oh! You're cumming so much and so quickly." 

I came in the palm of her hand and it made me feel so ashamed and inadequate. She does such a good job of keeping me emasculated. I wanted to be her man on top but I was more like a woman. I had to apologize for my sorry state, "Oh Honey, I'm so sorry. I came so quickly and I haven't helped you. Let me do something to get you off."

"No! Don't worry about me. I'll get what I need real soon. What I need, is for you to come with me tomorrow and help me pick out a new tennis outfit. I want to get something real sexy but not slutty. Will you help me?"

"Yes." I hate myself for always giving into her passions.

And so for the next nine months, every Friday morning, while I was at work, my wife would get the kids off to school. Then Dave would pick her up and they would play tennis until about eleven in the morning, after which they would come back to my house and shower in my master bath. Then for the rest of the day, he would fuck my wife in my bed until just before the kids came home from school.

On those Friday nights when I came home from work, my wife would be so relaxed and calm as she always is after someone has fucked her. She would be so considerate of me, in fact she would be so considerate of me that she would treat me and talk to me like I was her little boy. I asked her, "How was your tennis game?"

Looking at me with a sexy smile and placing her hand on my chest she answered, "Tonight when you're in bed, Mommy will tell you a bed time story." 

That night after we got the kids settled we went to our bedroom. I could smell his scent in the room. The room smelled of sex, like the back room of an adult book store. Looking at our bed, I got that sick feeling in my stomach. That feeling of dread that only a Cuckold can know. Only a few hours earlier my beautiful bride was ravaged and fucked by a young, handsome, aggressive and exciting man. 

As my wife was getting undressed, I saw her glance over at my nude body. Here I was, her husband, so predictable, so passive and so sad. Her eyes fell to my erection and I could tell that she wasn't interested. She was so sexually sated and tired. She just wanted to sleep but she knew that she had to try to relieve some of my anxiety and melancholia.

As we were getting into bed she said, "Leave the lamp on and I want you flat on your back."

I lay there listening to the familiar sounds of my wife getting her vaseline. Once again she pulled the covers off of me, exposing my nude body. This time she propped herself up on her arm and leaned over my face so she could look into my eyes. I gazed up into her face as she studied mine. Her bare breasts hanging down with their nipples just touching my chest. I felt the cool lube as she began spreading the jelly all over my erection, getting it ready for her skilled hand.

Her face was above mine only twelve inches or so as her eyes studied my facial expressions. She was considering what to say or how to say it. She was tired of lying to me. She wanted to be honest but she wasn't sure if I could handle the truth. She knew that I loved her unconditionally and now, once again, she was going to test that love. 

I felt her hand slowly begin to stroke my penis as she whispered, "This morning, Dave thought he had died and went to heaven. I gave him a blow job and he started cumming and cumming and I just kept swallowing and swallowing. His cum tasted so sweet."

She studied my face to see the impact of her words. She saw the anger in my face as my penis went limp in her hand. How could she do this to me? How could she be so sadistic?

When we were first married, I tried numerous times to coax her into sucking my penis. She refused, saying, "I don't do that. I'm not that kind of a girl. It tastes awful. It makes me gag like I'm going to throw up." My requests always broke the mood, so I gave up on asking her.

Looking into her face, I had to confirm the words that she had just spoken. I asked, "You gave him a blow job?"

"Yes. I always give my men blow jobs. I'm very good at it."

"But you've never sucked my cock."

"That's right. And I never will."

"Why?"

"If I ever gave you a blow job, then you would want that all the time."

"No! That's not true." I was getting so angry, I felt like punching her.

"You're my husband, I love you very deeply and that makes you special. Because I love you so much, I could never debase myself like that in front of you."

She saw the anger in my face but she was determined to confess it all no matter how much it was going to hurt me. She had to get it all off her chest. She went on, "With other men, there's no love. It's just sex and I don't care what they think of me but you, you're special and this penis is very special."




Cuckold at a Cocktail Party



She gave my now flaccid cock a little squeeze to emphasize her next point, "What makes this penis so special, is that it has never been sucked and it never will be sucked. That makes it pure and unadulterated. It has never felt the sensations of a mouth sucking it so you have never missed it."

"Honey? That's not right. You're denying yourself the joy of giving the man you supposedly love the ultimate pleasure."

Still studying my face she asked, "Do you enjoy my hand jobs?"

"Yes. I do, very much."

"If you enjoy my hand jobs then be grateful for what you get. I know my pussy is not always available to you but my hand is always here. Whenever you want it or whenever I feel you need it, it's here for you. You are the only man who cums in the palm of my hand and you are the only man who will never cum in my mouth."

As she was whispering, her mouth became very pronounced to me. Her lips seemed to become more puffy, more red. I could see the moisture in her mouth, on her tongue, teeth and lips glisten in the light. I couldn't take my eyes off of her tongue as she whispered, "That first year of our marriage, when I worked for Warren, he had me suck him off. He had me sucking his cock, two or three times a week. He made me give his friends blow jobs. Then he had me doing some of his clients and I became very good at it."

Her confession enraged me, she could see the anger and hate in my face. I was on the verge of getting up and leaving her for good but first, I had to know, how her boss had gotten her to blow him. The whole time she was whispering, she was holding my limp penis in her hand. It makes her feel safe and in control whenever she's holding it.

As she began telling me, I watched her moist lips and tongue moving as her mouth formed the words. I pictured her kneeling in front of him, sucking his cock and my penis began to stir. She felt it and she saw my facial expressions begin to soften. 

She discovered that by describing to me how her boss had trained her on how he wanted his cock to be sucked, it aroused and excited me. As she spoke my penis grew harder and my facial expressions grew softer. 

Seeing how my eyes were fixated on her mouth, she continued describing how he taught her to swallow all of his ejaculate. Her frightened face took on a look of satisfaction as she realized that her detailed descriptions of sucking a cock, excited me and were causing me to become so aroused. My hard penis throbbed and pulsed with her every word. She saw my facial expressions change from anger to love and arousal. Then she whispered, "Kiss me."

She was holding the head of my cock in her hand and we both felt it expand larger as she moved her mouth closer to mine and then she paused with her mouth just inches away from mine. She was waiting for my reaction. To see if I would turn my face away and reject her or would I open my mouth and accept her and all the conditions that went with her?

She had been brutally honest with me. She wanted me to know the truth, that over all of these years, she was a cock sucker, A Blow Job Queen. She needed to know that I would continue loving her even though I now knew the truth about her. She had to be assured, that I could live with her and I would accept what she does. 

Still studying my facial expressions, she opened her mouth, and brushed her tongue around her lips, covering them with moisture so her lips glistened. Then she covered her lower teeth with her tongue, displaying her open mouth as a warm, moist passage way to her throat. She wanted me to see where men push their cocks and where mine will never go. My facial expressions remained favorable and my penis told her what she wanted to know.

Then she formed her lips into an "O" to show me how her lips encircle their cocks. She wanted me to get the full vision of how her mouth looked when she sucked their cocks. She delighted in seeing how this was arousing me as she felt my erection pulse and throb with each movement of her mouth.

She was holding the head of my erection in the palm of her hand as she felt it grow even hotter and harder. Intently studying my expressions, she whispered, "Will you kiss my lips?"

Just hours ago, she had sucked Dave's cock, he came in her mouth and she swallowed all of him and now she wanted to press her mouth against mine. I puckered my lips and she slowly brought her mouth down on mine. 

Her hand began to slide down my shaft as she slowly began masturbating me. As our lips touched, I felt an overwhelming rush of sexual passions and homosexual emotions that I never felt before. My hard cock strained in her gentle but firm hand as she continued her slow stroking. My body convulsed, my hips shot up off the bed, my legs kicked uncontrollably and with a grunt, I began ejaculating. I moaned, groaned and growled but my cries were muffled by her lips pressed tightly over mine with her tongue deep in my mouth. I grunted as I gasped for air while she was trying to hold me still as my body bucked and thrashed like a man being strangled, all the while her hand continued it's deliberate milking of my balls by stroking my erection which was swaying to and fro, like an active volcano, erupting it's hot white lava, shooting up into the air and falling back splashing on me. Eruption after eruption until my balls were completely drained and they had no more to give.

As suddenly as it had started, it subsided. My body gave one last shudder as the last pearl of semen dripped from my now deflating and abused penis. My body settled back into the bed as a peaceful calm overcame me. Like the victim of a violent attack, I lay motionless with my eyes closed, not wanting to face my shame and humiliation.

She lifted her mouth from mine and after a few moments, I opened my eyes. Her face was still there, studying my facial expressions, trying to evaluate how much emotional damage she had inflicted on me this time. How many times does a man have to be emasculated before he becomes a homosexual? She knew that I had exceeded my limit.

I watched her eyes drift down over my body all the way down to my feet. Then they drifted up again to my face and our eyes locked into each others. Looking into each others eyes, I could see what she was thinking, "My suspicions are confirmed. My husband is homosexual."

Thinking to myself, "Yes. I'm a non practicing homosexual and I'm ready, willing and waiting to be deflowered."

She let go of my now greasy, flaccid penis and slid her hand down and cupped my balls. She felt their weight with a feeling of satisfaction, knowing that she had drained them so completely.

She got a hand towel out of the drawer and cleaned her hand then she handed the towel to me, saying, "You made such a big mess here."

I was covered in semen. It was all over me, my thighs, my genitals, my stomach, chest, neck and pillow. I never remembered coming so much. After cleaning myself, I dropped the towel on the floor and my wife then pulled the covers back over me. As she was tucking me in, she took pride in her handiwork. 

I thought of what she had said, "My penis will never be sucked." I rolled over on my side, turning away from her. She snuggled up and spooned me. I could feel the front of her thighs press up against the back of mine and I felt her pubic hair press between my buttocks. She pressed herself into me and I felt her soft warm tummy and breasts against my back. She reached her arm around my waist, cupping my balls in her hand as she pulled me into her. How I wished that she were a man but I was her possession and her Cuckold. She had transformed me into just the way she needed me to be.

As I was drifting off to sleep, she put her mouth to my ear and whispered, "David is very envious of you. He said that you're very lucky to have a wife who is such a good cock sucker." 

After nine months, school was out and the tennis games came to an end. Dave had found a steady girlfriend so he no longer needed the services of a married woman. To this day, my wife has never sucked my cock.



Cuckold at Christmas



What has your wife got you for Christmas?

Firms Christmas do – you either love them or hate them. In the past I had hated them. Last years changed my mind. At last I saw a long held fantasy of my wife with another man come true.

It was the beginning of December. The day of "the firms Christmas do" it was held early this year due to a mix up on hotel bookings. Reluctantly I loaded our overnight bags in to the boot of my car. Our employers had learnt the lesson from past years and were providing hotel rooms for all staff that lived more than a reasonable taxi ride away so as to avoid problems of drinking and driving.

My wife, Sue and I changed when we got to the hotel; I had to admit that Sue looked stunning: The material of her dress seemed to be molded to her body accentuating all the right curves. Her half cup uplift bra clearly set her 36C breasts on display which were only just modestly covered by the material of her dark blue cocktail dress.

By 10.00 the firms Christmas do was in full swing, Sue and I had both had to little to eat and much to drink, but then it seemed so had most at the party. Unlike previous years the bosses had arranged a Santa Claus. Staff were encouraged to be like children and visit Santa in his grotto (located in a corner of the stage) to tell him our Christmas wish and be given a festive gift. Childish and tacky but when you have had a skin full anything can seem like a good lark.

Whilst Sue had gone off to the loo, I weaved my way over to Santa.

"What do you what for Christmas son" he asked. 

That was a Joke. I am 32 and Sue is 29, hardly children. "Well", I replied, "a 10 inch big cock to fuck my wife". We actually had a good and loving relationship but my small 4 inch penis did little to satisfy Sue in the bedroom stakes. It was the one thing I wished I could improve.

I expected Santa to be outraged and if sober I certainly would not have made such comments. He looked at me and asked "which lady is you're my wife". At that moment Sue had just returned to the dance hall. I pointed her out. She looked stunning in her halter neck dress which fell to mid thigh. Her long blonde hair flowed when she flicked her head. Santa broke the spell by saying "I think your wish will be granted this evening". Pigs might fly I muttered as I stumbled away, there was no way anyone could magically more than double the size of my prick. 

As the evening wore on, I forgot about Santa. Sue and I danced a few numbers but dancing was not really my scene. After a break, the band started playing again. That was when Marcus one of my co-workers who had stopped by several times that evening to chat asked my wife to dance.

Sue looked at me and waving my hand I replied "go, enjoy yourself". I watched as they danced several fast numbers. I had to admit the moved well together. Her Blonde Hair and white skin contrasting with the ebony black skin on his six foot stocky frame. The next number was a slow dance. I was surprised to see Marcus take Sue in his arms. It seemed quite natural that she wrapped her arms round his neck as they swayed to the music. They seemed to be whispering to each other. The next moment I saw them kissing passionately. Marcus hands slipped down to her buttocks, fondling them without a care of who may be watching, including me. 

After several more slow numbers they returned to our table hand in hand.

Sue surprised me by saying "I want Marcus to fuck me". This was a fantasy we had shared in our love making but that was as far as it had gone. Sue only seemed to go along with my suggestions over the last couple of years but till now had never taken any action. "Ok" I stammered, "now"? I asked. "No time like the present" came back Sue's reply. With that they strolled out of the hall hand in hand.

I scrambled out from behind our table trying to hide my erection. Rushing I caught up with them at the lift. Putting her hand on my shoulder Sue said "darling, this first time I want to be alone. I will come back to our room later" I stood open mouthed as they entered the lift. I watched the doors close as they again embraced passionately. 

I returned to my room expecting Sue would only be an hour or so. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew was the room phone ringing. Answering the phone I looked at my watch. 9.00 In the morning. Saying "Hello", I heard Sues voice asking me to come and see her in room 243. Assuming Marcus was still there, they had been together for 10 hours! A quick wash and I was on my way. Sue answered the door wrapped only in a thin bed sheet which did little to hide her body, she looked ravishing and ravished. I could hear the shower running so Marcus was obviously still in the room.

Taking my hand she led me to the messed bed. I could see damp patches from there love making. Sitting me down, Sue asked if I had any regrets, "no" I replied. I explained after they had gone last night I had tossed myself off twice imagining what they had been up to. I then asked her the same question. That's when she said, "No, I have no regrets. Marcus is a wonderful lover, and he has a magnificent 10 inch cock". I thought of the conversation I had with Santa the previous evening and what I had asked for. The outcome was not quite what I intended but for me being a Christmas cuckold was the perfect ending to the firms do. Perhaps I do believe in Father Christmas after all. 

Three weeks had passed since the firms Christmas bash. It was two days before Christmas Eve when I next saw Marcus. I knew he had spoken nearly every day with my Wife Sue and they had had been out on several dates. On one occasion Sue even stayed over night with him. On her return she teased me by giving little detail away but I could not miss the radiant glow on her face form her lovemaking session with her boyfriend.

At first Marcus obviously was unsure how I would react to the situation but was relieved when I reassured him I told him I did not mind that he had been phoning my wife and in fact I would be happy for them to carry on seeing each other. Without looking him in the eye, I also made it plain to him that I enjoyed knowing they were having sex together. 

In conversation it turned up Marcus was going to be on his own for Christmas. I insisted he spent it with us as we were also going to be alone. It did not take much to get him to agree. He would come over on Christmas Eve, staying then for Christmas day and Boxing Day returning to his home the following Monday morning. 

Later, when I got back to my office I phoned Sue to let her know about my conversation. "I know" she told me, Marcus has just rung. "Thank you darling, I think this is going to be a wonderful Christmas". 

She went on to say Marcus was taking her out that evening. "Hurry home, we need to talk where this relationship is going before I go out tonight". As I put the phone down I realized I did indeed need to make some decisions. Either we brought an end to the matter or accepted the consequences. Did I want my wife to have a lover in her life? My erection rather made me think I did.

Getting home, there was no sign of life, I went upstairs and on entering our bedroom I saw my wife had just finished getting ready to go out. She looked stunning in her white dress. The movement of her breasts and indentation of her nipples made it obvious she was not wearing a bra. Her skirt fell to just above her knee, her smooth legs were bare, her feet being encased by a pair of matching high heels with open toes which showed off her bright red toe nails. The only thing spoiling her appearance was the evident lines of her panties.

Wow I said can I just make a couple of improvements. Sure my wife replied. Dropping to my knees, I slipped my hands under her skirt and pulled her silky panties down .resting her hand on my shoulder for balance, my wife stepped out of them without any objection. "Do you want my boyfriend to know I am open and available she asked". Yes I replied.

"Do you want my boyfriend to fuck me she then asked". I again answered yes. "Do you want him to continue fucking me regularly". "Yes" I replied. 

Sue then went on "I am not a slut, if I am having sex regularly with Marcus, I will not spread my legs for anyone else outside of my marriage. Is that what you want, me being available for my boyfriend?" Without hesitation I replied "Yes I want you to carry on fucking your boyfriend" 

"Why" she asked. "Because I know he is bigger than me and that you enjoy sex with him more than with me". Hesitantly I added, "I also think you love him". Sue was silent, I thought oh no I have gone to far, but she was just pondering my statement. The after a moment she said in a soft voice. "Yes I think I do love Marcus. Does it turn you on to imagine me telling him how much I love him and how I prefer sex with him the next time we are in bed together"? "Yes" I replied. "Fine because that is what I will do".

With that she picked up her car keys and went to leave. At the door she stopped. One last thing Bill, smiling she said, if I am going to commit myself to Marcus as we just discussed, I think it would be improper if I continued to wear these. Holding out her hand, I saw what she was referring to. Slowly my fingers grasped her wedding and engagement rings and slid them off her finger.

She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and with a parting, "don't wait up as I somehow think I may not be back till tomorrow" she ran to her car and was gone. I stood on the door step wondering where things would go from here. Whatever it would be, I felt my cock straining at my pants, stiff as a flag pole.

The day before Christmas Eve, I was late home having wanted to clear my desk before the festive season. When I got home that evening I found Sue had the house spotless and had arranged a last minute appointment at her beauty salon. 

The next day, Christmas Eve, I was not at work. Sue asked me to make up the bed in the spare room whilst she was at the salon. As I put clean sheets on the bed, I guessed it would be me sleeping in hear for the next couple of days. 

Marcus turned up late afternoon. Sue had not returned so we crashed out in the lounge with a couple of beers. Sue rushed in about an hour later both hands full of bags. Darling she screamed running to Marcus. She threw her arms round him in a loving embrace kissing him with open mouth. I could see their tongues entwined. After a few minutes they separated. Still arm in arm Sue asked me if the spare room was made up. Not surprising she went on to ask if I minded if Marcus could sleep with her and I occupy the other bedroom over Christmas. How could I refuse?

Leaving them to it, I picked up Marcus's bag taking it to their bedroom. I removed the clothes and items I would need for the next couple of days and put them in our spare room. 

Passing our matrimonial bedroom on the way back to our Lounge I could hear them whispering sweet nothings to each other. Peeking round the edge of the door I saw they were both naked. My wife had wrapped her arms around the muscular neck of her lover. Tenderly they kissed, this turned into passion as I saw my wife's tongue snake out to meet her lovers. As the passion increase, his hands started to caress the sides of her firm breasts, then moving to tweak her erect nipples which brought a moan of pleasure from her lips... At the same time she ran the nails of one of her hands down his back. I noticed the marks her nails impressed before the colour faded back to the coal black colour of his skin. 

His hands then moved down her body, caressing as they went until they cupped her lovely buttocks. Her hand now moved from his back to between their bodies. Gently caressing his cock. With a fluid movement, I marvelled as he lifted her from under her behind and she slipped his erect 10 inch tool into her wet and willing pussy. Another louder and longer moan of pleasure was uttered by my wife as he took her weight whilst she again wrapped her arms round her neck he thrust into her. I realised at that point I would never be enough for Sue. I could never match the strength or sexual ability of Marcus. Obviously this was going to set the scene for the next few days. 

I started to prepare a bit to eat, just as I was thinking I needed to call the happy couple, I heard them coming down stairs. Sue's bags amongst other things must have included a few new outfits. She looked amazing. Her long blonde hair was up in a ponytail. Her dress, a term I use loosely, was red, very much in keeping with Christmas; the shock was it hid nothing being totally transparent. Underneath I could see she only wore a matching thong. During the meal they were almost in each others lap. I noticed my wife only eat with one hand. By chance I dropped my fork. Bending down I saw where my wife's other hand had been. She had undone Marcus's pants and had spent the whole time fondling his big black prick. 

On the plus side, they did let me watch that night as Marcus 10 inch black rod stretched my wife's pussy, something I would never be able to do. The sight of his cock, glistening with my excited wife's love juice is something I will never forget. This was followed by the humiliation of listening to Sue cry out in passion as she reached her first orgasm. Then the kick in the stomach as I listened to my wife say "Marcus I love you" and how love making with him was unlike any other she had experienced before. The sight of her bare pussy, yes at the beauty salon she had all her pubic hair removed, something she was never prepared to have done for me but obviously she had done so to please her lover. Me, well I sat in the corner tossing myself off into a tissue. Afterwards Sue said, "be a pet and close the door on your way out". I knew I had been dismissed but would not have had events turn out any other way. Several times during the night I heard the cries of their love making.

In the morning I took them a cup of tea, seeing on Christmas morning my wife laying naked in the arms of her lover, for a cuckold that was some present. I was making breakfast when Sue came down. She came and put her arms around me. "Are you OK" she asked. "Fine" I replied, "I would not have asked Marcus to stay if I had any doubts". Sue then went on to say "I have a question for you. I love you and want you to be assured I have no intention of leaving you but I do not feel it is fair that I share my body, "Should I only fuck my husband with his little weenie or should I only let my wonderful boyfriend with his magnificent cock have access to my body". Before I could answer Sue went on, "think carefully whichever you choose there is no going back". Smiling I replied. I do not have to think about that. But first tell me, do you love Marcus. Sue looked me in the eyes and softly said "yes I do" then I replied I said "I think you are going to end up with a much stretched cunt from your boyfriends cock". 

Later we exchanged presents. Marcus gave Sue a diamond dress ring. She slipped it onto her right hand. Seeing what she had done I said, "in view of our earlier conversation, may I make a suggestion" Sue looked puzzled, so getting up I went over to her. Lifting her right hand I slipped off Marcus ring. Then taking her left hand finger where I had removed her wedding rings only two days before I Slipping Marcus's ring onto that finger. I went into the bedroom and retrieved her wedding rings which I replaced onto her right hand. Sue smiled realizing what I was doing. It looked like she now wore a diamond engagement ring. Marcus's engagement ring. The way they spent Christmas in each others arms, a stranger would easily be mistaking that I was the visitor in Sue and Marcus's home. 

On their way to bed on Christmas night Sue slipped a small package in gift paper into my hand. A late present she answered to my question, the grin on Marcus face made it evident he knew the contents. In the spare bedroom I opened the packet to find it contained Sue's birth control pills. I listened to the noise of their love making whilst I contemplated the implications of what 2005 will bring. My cock became rock hard as I thought about the possibility of my wife carrying her boyfriend's baby.

Ten months have passed, Marcus still dates Sue on a regular basis. Although with her swollen tummy she easily gets tired. Yes she is now 6 months pregnant with her boyfriend's child. We have talked about the future. Marcus enjoys his freedom and Sue knows he would not commit to a formal relationship. Our arrangement suits us. Marcus has a hot babe to date. Sue enjoys the illicit relationship of a lover outside of her marriage and me, well I guess it just is the fact of being a cuckold that gets me going.

This story like all my others is pure fantasy and on the same sort of theme. I write for my own pleasure which I like to share with others. If you don't like stories on a cuckold theme then don't bother reading them. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy. 



Cuckold at the Beach



I finally convinced my wife Emma to go to a nude beach. She kept telling me that forty year old couples shouldn't be showing off at a nude beach. I just wanted to loosen her up some. We weren't making love much these days and Emma always had some excuse to put me off. 

We drove out to the farthest point on this nude beach. That was the concession I had to make to my wife in order to get her there. There was not going to be any roving eyes if she could help it. We walked out to the beach and got our blankets and items arranged on the sand. Emma slowly stripped off her bikini and I shed my swimming trunks. We barely got settled in when I saw a figure walking towards us.

As this man got closer I could see him better. One thing was for sure, he was hung. I could swear this guy had ten inches swinging between his legs. What was worse, he was heading straight for us. I thought Emma would be upset but I could see she had her eyes glued to this man's crotch.

"How are you folks today, my name is Roy," the guy with the big dick told us.

"I am Barry and my wife is Emma," I told him.

"I saw this attractive couple from down the beach so I had to come and see what was going on," Roy told us. "Are you looking for some excitement today?" Roy asked.

"Excitement?" I asked him.

"Yeah, lots of people come to this section of the beach for sex," Roy explained.

I told Roy we were just sunning ourselves. When I looked over at Emma she was looking directly at Roy's long cock.

"What about you Emma?" Roy asked. "You have been looking at my cock ever since I walked over here."

I couldn't believe my wife just then. She reached over and took hold of Roy's cock. Roy stepped forward and was directly in front of my wife's face. Emma opened her mouth and Roy slid his cock into her mouth. I sat there shocked. My wife barely wanted sex these days and here she was sucking on a stranger's cock.

Emma tried to take as much as she could down her throat but Roy was so huge. Not only was he long his dick was thick as a cucumber. Emma barely got a couple inches into her mouth. Roy placed a hand on the back of my wife's head and started to push his rod deeper. Emma was gagging but she didn't pull back. She tried to take as much as she could.

Roy finally pulled out of my wife's mouth and knelt down on the beach towel my wife was on. He pushed Emma onto her back and took her ankles in his hands. His erect prick was an inch away from my wife's damp pussy when Roy slid into my wife. Emma started to moan as Roy fed her his enormous cock.

You're so fucking big, Roy!" My wife cried out.

I just sat there in amazement at first. My cock was getting stiff as I watched Roy fuck my wife with that giant staff of his. I started to pull on my cock as Emma was being fucked by Roy. I didn't know what else to do. My wife was in fuck lust. Her face said that she wanted Roy's cock buried in her pussy for as long as he wanted her.

Roy had Emma's leg nearly pushed to her chest. He drove his rod deep into her belly. There were a few times that it looked like he had all ten inches inside my wife. You could hear the slurping sounds as my wife took all of Roy deep in her belly. A few times I could clearly see Roy's balls bouncing off Emma's ass.

When he plunged in all the way my wife would scream out loud.

"Give me every inch Roy, Fuck me as deep as you can!" Emma was begging for his thick cock.

Roy took my wife for as long as he could and then I watched him arch his back. He didn't ask if he could cum inside my wife. He just pushed that cock in all the way, his nuts pressed again my wife and then he exploded. Both lovers grunted as Roy seeded my wife with his hot load. I could see Emma milking his prick, trying to get every drop from Roy's shaft. A few more pulls on my cock and I shot my load all over the sand.

Roy kept fucking Emma for the longest time. I could see his load dripping from my wife's pussy. Eventually Roy slowed down and pulled his rod from Emma's belly. All that hot sauce came flowing out. My wife was lying there just shaking from the fucking she just took. And to think my wife used to tell me my cock hurt when it was inside her. 

Roy pulled Emma up and they walked down to the water. They let the surf wash them of as much love juices as was possible. Roy and Emma walked back and my wife pulled out a pen and paper and wrote something, handing it to Roy.

"I hope to see you again soon," Roy said to us and then he walked away.

"What did you give to him?" I asked my wife.

"Roy asked for my cellphone number so I gave it to him."

"Why did you give him your number?." I asked in bewilderment.

"You dragged me out here Barry and this is what ended up happening. That was the best fuck I had in a long time." Emma explained.

I guess this was my fault. I am now going to be a cuckold as my wife is looking to take a lover. A lover with a giant cock to boot. I am going to have to get used to a new partner in the mix it seems, or maybe find a lover of my own.



Cuckold Beginnings Ch. 01



This is my first erotic story ever, it illustrates how I came into cuckolding in 2004. Hope you enjoy. Please give feedback if you do and I'll keep writing! Both constructive criticism and compliments welcome .

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I continued to pound my hard cock into Tina's tight pussy, my back and ass soaked in sweat. She was on her back, holding her legs apart in the air. Tina loves getting fucked this way, and I know this because it makes her feel like a real woman, like she's being taken by a big, strong, dominant man. I love fucking her in any position, not just because she is my girlfriend, but because she is very tight as I'm the only man she's ever slept with. Plus, she would not get entirely soaking wet so there was a lot of friction. Both of us were 22 at the time, and the sex was great and frequent.

I'll stop for a little description. I'm 6'1'', white, and rather chubby, but with some muscle underneath. My cock is a good size I think, about 6 inches hard but I never really measured it. I'm somewhat of a "nice guy" or "sweetie" though, so my large appearance is deceiving. I've never been very alpha male.

Tina is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She is very tan, as she has some Mexican and black in her ethnicity, with brown eyes and long, wavy black hair that goes to just above her ass. She is quite tall, around 5'11''. She is not overweight, but she is "thick in the right places" as one friend told me once. Tina's legs are very long, and they compliment some perfectly proportioned hips and the most perfect ass you could imagine. Her ass is one you would instead call a "booty". Her D-cup breasts are round, somewhat heavy, and 100% real. She has the look of a tall, exotic model. Because she is so tall, her large breasts, long legs, and round booty go nicely with her larger frame, so her whole body fits perfectly. She has a bright smile and a very outgoing personality. All around, a very sweet girl, she's never hurt anyone emotionally or physically in her entire life.

However, like most young people, she loves to fuck. So at the time, I'm still pounding her pussy, admiring her huge tits as they bounce in that wavy way while she's on her back. She just looked up at the ceiling with her mouth open, moaning repeatedly. Sex had always been great between us. At this time we had done it all as a couple. Anal, porn, asslicking, everything. The great thing about Tina is she's a very submissive lover. She absolutely loves to suck cock and she will put everything she has got into a good blowjob. She really gets off on pleasing her man.

We were doing it missionary, which I'm not a huge fan of, but I still managed to pull out and release a rather sizeable load of cum onto her tits and stomach as she jerked my cock. Afterwards I collapsed next to her and she toweled off. Tina does not cum through intercourse, instead, she prefers when I finger her clit or lick her pussy. As part of the routine, I began to stroke her thighs and kiss her neck. She moaned softly and shook, as I began to slowly rub her clit.

For some reason, and to this day I don't know why, I started to talk dirty. It just hit me all of a sudden. We had both had phone sex before, but nothing out of the ordinary. This was definitely out of the ordinary. It was much more "dirty" than it was "sexy". It just started to come out....

Me: "You like that don't you."

Tina: "Ohhhhhh yes."

Me: "Like it when I finger your tight pussy?"

Tina: "Ohhh yes."

Me: "Are you thinking about my cock inside you?"

Tina: "Oh my god yes!"

Tina does that high pitched whimper when she's excited, god it drives me crazy.

Me: "Yeah you love big cock don't you?"

Tina: "OH MY GOD...."

And that is when our sex lives changed, forever. Suddenly the dirty talk had gone from being about her and I, to being about fucking. Not her and I, not us, just fucking. From then on it just snowballed. She was wetter than I'd ever felt her.

Me: "Oh yeah? You love big cock don't you. You're such a slut. You love big cock in your wet pussy and your mouth don't you."

Tina: "Oh my god...sweetie...I'm so wet right now."

Me: "You like sucking big cock?"

Tina: "Oh my god yes I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!!"

As I brought Tina to a rather loud orgasm with my fingers, she slowly exhaled and shivered. She said she had never been that wet before in her life. We both realized that this sort of dirty talk was really a big thing for us. Well it progressed from there.

The next night, we were in the spare bedroom of my house. I was lying on my back, and Tina was giving me one of her amazingly masterful blowjobs. She made her mouth into a perfect "O" as she gripped my dick and bobbed her head up and down on it. In the middle of everything, I started talking again.

Me: "Oh you are such a good cocksucker. You are so good at sucking cock baby."

Tina just moaned with my dick in her mouth.

Me: "Oh you like that? Yeah, you love big dicks don't you?"

Tina moaned even louder on my dick. I now noticed that she had her hand between her legs with her ass sticking in the air. She was fingering her clit as she fucked her mouth with my cock.

Me: "Oh yes, you love big dicks. You are a nasty little cocksucker aren't you?"

Tina let my dick slide out of her mouth. She looked directly at it and said "Yes. Yes. I love sucking big cock." The whole time she was fingering her clit. She moaned again and put my cock back in her mouth.

Me: "You like guys with big dicks?"

Just me saying those words out loud completely sent us both over the edge. She started sucking me even faster as she knew I was coming...She began rubbing my balls as I unloaded into her mouth, she's so good at knowing to do things like that. She swallowed every drop of my cum as she shivered and moaned through her own orgasm at the same time.

She collapsed next to me as we both breathed heavily, coming down from our sexual highs. We both lay there, neither of us wanting to speak first. We definitely knew things were changing. But for good or bad, we weren't sure...

To be continued...

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Cuckold Beginnings Ch. 02



Unfortunately she will not allow me to post pictures. I want to post them but I don't want to get sued or anything heh. Currently we are not officially together, but she sleeps around and tells me about her encounters in detail while she gives me a handjob. She has a few boyfriends of different types, races, etc. and I just don't get out much so I pretty much take what I can get from her instead of trying to find a new girlfriend. She's a very sweet and submissive girl as always, but when we started to get dirty, something changed in her I guess. I apparently brought out the slutty side in her, and now she says she's making up for being a virgin for so long. To her this is a part of life she deserves to experience. Guess I'll continue where I left off.

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So a couple of years go by and dirty talk becomes a huge part of our sex life. In fact, this became the only way I could reach orgasm. We would make out and begin to make love, however, it's basically as if some time would go by and I would just accept that I couldn't get off without it. I got off by calling her a slut, whore, cocksucker, and so on. She got off by me talking about big cocks and her being such a slut for them. However, it was sort of understood that I enjoyed the talking a lot more than she did. She liked it, but she would prefer for us to just have sex. I became so addicted to this fantasy that I could not satisfy her in that way though. We would begin to make love, and I would soon go limp. As I slipped out of her, she would reach for my cock and let out a deep sigh. It became another routine where she would have to talk about other guys in order to get me off, instead of having the real fucking that she wanted and needed. The dirty talk itself continued to progress and became more specific. 

At this point in time she was a waitress at pretty popular restaurant chain and we had recently moved in together. During the handjobs, she began to tell me about a new guy at work . As she stroked my cock she would tell me that he was very hot and was also black. Now I knew that Tina had made out with a few black guys in college, however, as I said she was a virgin when we began dating and said she had only gone down on around five guys or so, nothing out of the ordinary for a college girl. So while we were in an actual relationship, she had very little exposure to the sexual prowess of a dominant male. At this point in our relationship, the dirty talk was all about a fantasy world we had built together, and neither of us had any intention of acting on it. She liked it in the beginning, but began to see it as just a fantasy that she provided for me.

As she continued to jack me off on a regular basis, she began to say things like this:

"Your girlfriend is such a slut. Last night at work I fucked this guy, and it was so amazing. He started flirting with me after we had closed, and I just got on my knees in front of him. I took out his big black cock and started sucking it. It was so big I couldn't fit all of it in my mouth. He is so much bigger than you. I can't wait to fuck him again."

This would get me off so fast it was ridiculous. So it was just a routine, mutual understanding. However, even though I enjoyed our new shared fetish I could still tell that she was not as into it as I was. She would talk about it in a very uninterested way. The stories continued, and she continued to do an amazing job of fulfilling this sexual need I had. I would still finger her and lick her pussy in order to get her off, however, months would go by where we wouldn't even begin to have actual intercourse. So even though it was satisfying, it still felt like we weren't on the same wavelength. We spent more and more time apart, and a distance began to grow between us.

So finally I guess you could say the expected happened. We broke up. I was personally devastated, but I couldn't say that I was surprised. I spent less time at home and tried to adjust my schedule to where I could avoid her. She began to move her stuff out a little at a time. This all came to a head when I came home one night intentially, knowing that it was her night off. Again, just like when the dirty talk began, I have no idea what prompted me to do this.

I parked my car next to the curb as I noticed there was a large van behind her car, I assumed her friends were helping her move. I entered the house and immediately heard a noise that I had been dreading – and on some level, maybe praying for – the sound of thumping against the wall. This thumping was a very familiar noise. We had wooden floor in the bedroom and our bed was on wheels, so when on the rare occasion that we would actually have sex, the bed would slide against the wall repeatedly.

Without hesitation, assuming that she had brought a guy home, I walked very quickly back to the bedroom. The door was wide open, and the sight before me had finally brought my fantasy to life.

There in bed was my beautiful and exotic now ex-girlfriend, only 24 years old at the time, and she was riding a very large and musclar black man who must have been at least a decade older than us. As I stood quietly outside the doorway, I watched as she was grinding her perfect thick ass against his thighs, his cock obviously buried deep inside of her. I remember the first thing I noticed was that her ass rested on his balls, and thinking about how I knew how fucking incredible that felt. He had his large, dark black hands on her hips as he guided her forward and back in this grinding motion.

I stood there with my jaw dropped wide open, but realized that I was feeling a mixture of nausea and arousal at the same time. After a moment she saw me out of the corner of her eye and immediately freaked out. She jumped off of him onto the bed next to him and looked at me with panic in her eyes.

I asked her angrily, "You couldn't wait until you were moved out to pull this shit!?"

A very awkward silence followed as she obviously didn't know what to say. She sat there on the bed next to her black lover who just laid back with his hands behind his head as if he were waiting for us to finish our discussion. I remember noticing that her right hand was on his thigh. Finally her panic turned to frustration and she came clean with me.

"This is what you wanted. You treated me like a slut and expected me to act like this total whore for you, but you wouldn't ever fuck me like a normal boyfriend. What did you expect?"

The room was once again filled with an awkward silence. My sweet and innocent girlfriend had now become a woman, and she obviously resented me for the time wasted in our sexual relationship, or lack there of.

She continued with more attitude now, "You know, I don't even care. I'll be out of here soon, and we'll never talk again. So you can stand there or you can leave, I'm done worrying about you."

Just like something I would now read in a cuckold story or see in a video, she just completely ignored my feelings. She immediately grabbed his huge thick cock and slammed her face into it, sucking the entire slab of meat into her throat.

Even more shocked, I stood there unable to speak.

She began to bob her head up and down with a great deal of force, just as she used to with my cock. With one hand still behind his head, her black lover grabbed her hair with his other hand and guided her head up and down on his black dick.

He also finally decided to say something. "Man, your girlfriend is a total slut. I can't believe she's sucking my dick right in front of you." With that, he took his other hand and slapped her ass. She responded with a loud moan and arched her back, wiggling her booty for him.

Tina grabbed his big black balls with one hand, and continued to fuck his cock with her mouth tightly sealed around it. She kept her back arched so that her ass was sticking in the air, as if she were performing in a porn movie. The older black man continued to slap and squeeze her ass right in front of me, a half-grin on his face as he glanced at me from time to time.

My sweet and innocent Tina then lifted up his heavy black balls and began licking his taint, a painful reminder to me of the exceptional oral skills I once experienced. He lifted his back off of the bed and she began licking down to his asshole. I could not believe what I was seeing. Here she was, holding her lover's big black balls in her hand and licking his asshole right in front of me, as if I didn't even exist.

Tina tooked at me and said, "His dick is so much bigger than yours. He fucks me so deep and hard. I'm a total slut for his cock and I'll do anything he wants."

At this the older black man rolled my ex-girlfriend over onto her hands and knees, her body once again arching in response to his physical commands. He grabbed her big lucious ass with both hands and slammed his cock inside of her pussy. He immediately began fucking her hard and fast, once again, right in front of me as if I weren't even there.

He continued to taunt me, "You like that? I'm fucking your girlfriend right in front of you and she's loving it. She'll do anything I say. She's a total fucking slut and she loves my big black cock. Man you are pathetic."

Tina flung her neck backwards so that her long black hair fell onto her arched back. This black stud grabbed her hair and bunched it up in his fist as he continued to fuck her and grab her ass with his other hand. Tina knelt down on one of her elbows so that she could reach back with her free hand. She began rubbing and tickling his big black balls as he continued fucking her from behind.

"God his dick is so big," she told me, "He is so much harder than you ever were. Watch this big hot stud fuck me with his huge black cock."

This went on for a few minutes, and I still continued to watch as if compelled. I tried to ignore the fact that I had a developed an erection in my pants, and I just maintained the shocked look on my face. After at least 10-15 minutes, the black man fucking my ex-girlfriend began to moan and buck his hips wildly. As if by instinct, Tina got out of position and rolled onto her back. Her black stud shifted towards her head and grabbed a fistfull of her hair once again. Now she was stroking his big black dick and cupping his balls as he was aimed directly at her face. As she jacked him off I noticed that she was using one of her favorite techniques on him with her other hand – she was cupping his big heavy balls and tickling his taint with one of her fingernails. Tina had a french manicure and I remember how this would intensify any man's orgasm.

Grunting wildly, the older black man began yelling "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" as he reached climax. Tina never looked so eager since I had known her. She tilted her head towards his cock as she continued to stroke it as fast as she could. As she continued pleasing her black lover with her hands she stuck her tongue out and accepted the offering that followed. A long, thick flow of white semen sprayed into her face, hitting her with a splash. She continued to stroke his cock and cup his balls and the cum continued to fly at her in frozen ropes. I watched has the black man straddling my ex-girlfriend's face coated her with squirt after squirt of thick white cum.

Even more surprising than what had already transpired was what happened next. The stud who had been fucking Tina immediately got up, his still somewhat hard black dick swinging between his legs, and he began to put his clothes on. Tina laid there in the bed with his cum all over her face.

As he shoved me out of the way, "Thanks fuckslut" Was all the man said to Tina as he left the room and walked out the front door of the house.

My ex-girlfriend was lying in bed, breathing heavily, and she looked as though she were in a trance. She finally acknowledged my presence, and simply shrugged at me before returning her gaze to the ceiling and falling fast asleep.

*** 



Cuckold Birthday Present



My husband Dave and I had been married for 25 years. We were both 48, still attractive and healthy. And our sex life was still good, even if it had fallen into a routine after all those years. Dave's sex drive was always higher than mine, and I tried to keep him happy the best I could, but I always knew he wanted a little more.

Shortly before his 49th birthday, he said he would like to spice up our sex life, and he said he had some fantasies he would like to try before he got to old to do them. Dave said he had a little game we could play, and to give me incentive he would buy me a new car if I went along. Well, that got my attention since my car was starting to get old, and I could really use a new one. I asked him what the game was. He said the rules were simple. He would make a list of 52 things he wanted to do, and I would have to choose one thing from the list every week and do it. I thought about it for awhile and said I would have to see the list before I said yes.

Dave spent the entire weekend working on the list and he gave it to me Sunday night. I went through the list one by one. Dave was always asking me to be more dominant because he said he wanted to be submissive with me, so there were a lot of things on the list dealing with these kinds of things. He also liked being tied up and doing some mild S & M, but most of all he liked it when I was in charge to do what I wanted with him. I went through the list and knew I could do all of them except one. All it said was "Cuckold me". I couldn't believe he wanted me to have sex with someone else! I hadn't had sex with anyone outside our marriage, and now he was asking me to. Sure, I had my share of guys before we got married, but Dave always kept me quite satisfied sexually. Then I got to thinking of how turned on Dave would get when we had sex, and he would start talking about how he would like to see me take another guy, but I didn't think he would want me to actually do it. I figured it was always going to be just a fantasy.

I went to Dave and told him I would say yes to the game if he took the "cuckold me" off the list. He said he had thought about it a long time and he said the thought of having sloppy seconds and having me be a "Hot Wife" for a night turned him on beyond belief. He also told me he masturbated frequently with that thought in his mind. So he said if I wanted the car, it would have to be the whole list. I told him I would give him an answer in the morning.

After a sleepless night thinking about it, I figured I would make that the last thing I would do, and in a year I figured he would drop it and give me the point if it came down to the time of actually doing it. When we got up in the morning I told him I would play the game.

The year went by quickly, and it was turning out to be a fun game for me, and I methodically checked off a point each week. There was only 4 points to go, and one of the things on the list was to sign up on one of those adult friend finder sites, and have cybersex with someone. I knew it was anonymous, so I figured it would be harmless. I met a guy online who was 38, had a great body, and his pictures showed he was very well endowed. We got to flirting, and the next thing you know he got me so wet that I had to adjust how I was sitting. Wow! I couldn't believe how horny that made me. We kept in contact and had more cybersex for the next couple of weeks. Then he asked me if I wanted to hook up for real. I was so horny I just about said yes right then, but I said I would get back to him shortly. The timing of it was unreal. With only one point left, which was to cuckold my husband, here was this guy asking me to go to bed with him. Just a year ago I didn't want to do it, and now I was getting hot just thinking about it. I wanted to give Dave one last chance to back out of it, but I knew I had to choose my words carefully, so I decided to write him a note so I would have time to think about what I was going to say. It was Sunday, and Dave's birthday was next Saturday. I wrote the note and handed it to him as he walked out the door to go to work Monday morning. I could only imagine how hard it was going to be for him to concentrate on work that day after he read my note which said:

Dear Dave,

I love you with all my heart. You do everything I need to be sexually satisfied. As you know there is only one thing left on the list, and that is to cuckold you. I have made arrangements to meet a man I met on the internet for Friday night. I'm giving you one last chance to give me the point without me having to actually go through with it. I have put a lot of time and effort this past year to earn the points to win the car, so I WILL have sex with him if you don't "give" me the point. Remember, this was your idea, but I'm going to raise the stakes for you, so you better give what I'm about to say careful attention. You are about to open Pandora's Box. I will take another man because YOU want me to, and that's the only way I can win the car. But what if I end up liking it? You couldn't expect me to make it a one time deal now could you? Well, I have fantasies that I would like to make reality too, so if you make me go through with this, you will have to play my game for the next year. The rules are simple, but you must do ALL of them, no exceptions, just like you're making me do.

Rule #1: Every Saturday for the next year, you will become my submissive slave to do whatever I ask of you for the whole day. The rest of the week will be normal except if I use the phrase "Witch Mountain", which would mean you would become my submissive slave until I released you.

Rule #2: I will be in complete control of your orgasms for the next year. I know how much you like to masturbate, so to make sure you won't be able to, you will wear a chastity belt from the time you get out of the shower, to the time you go to bed. I will allow you one orgasm a week, of which I will control how you get to cum. To make sure that you do as I say in Rule #1, the penalty for not doing what I tell you to do, would be that I wouldn't allow you to have an orgasm that week. So you better be prepared to do what I tell you to do, or you could have blue balls for a long time!

Rule #3: After I allow you to have an orgasm, you will clean up all the mess with your mouth and swallow every last drop of it. You see, I have been doing a lot of research on the internet about female domination, and the common theme is that after their submissive has cum, the Mistress makes them eat all their cum, so that is what you will have to do too.

Rule #4: I will be able to have sex with anybody I choose, whenever I choose. After I have sex with someone, you will be made to clean up their mess with your mouth. Hey, you've wanted me to be your Mistress for a long time now, so you better be prepared to be a good little submissive. I want you to know that I would never become emotionally involved with someone else because I wouldn't want to put our marriage at risk. It would be purely for the sex.

Now, are you sure you still want me to cuckold you Friday Night? You still have time to just give me the car and we can go back to our "normal" life, but if you make me cuckold you, then my game begins Saturday at 12:01 A.M., and yes, Rule #4 will be in effect, and you will be made to suck out all my lovers fresh cum from my well used pussy! You have until Friday morning when you leave for work to make your decision. You can either tell me I get the car without having to cuckold you, or you can put on the chastity belt that I will leave in your drawer, and come to me so I can put on the lock that I have. Once I put on the lock, there is no turning back. I have learned a lot of things about being a Mistress, and you might be getting more than you bargained for. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

P.S. One of my fantasies I learned from one of the female domination sites on the internet is where the Mistress makes her submissive give another guy a blowjob while another guy fucks him in the ass. That gets me hot just thinking about you being sandwiched between 2 guys!

Love You;

Marla

I really wanted to lay it on heavy because I was sure he wouldn't make me go through with cuckolding him if he knew what my game was. I really didn't think I would make him do something with another guy, but he didn't know that. Dave is not the least bit interested sexually in other guys, and there were times when we had sex that he would pretend to be someone else and he would tell me he wanted to eat "his" cum from my pussy, but he always backed out of doing it after he had an orgasm. I asked him one time after one of these encounters why he didn't go through with it, and he said he lost all his "willpower" after he had an orgasm. I was sure he wouldn't want to play my game, and the car would be mine! Don't get me wrong, the idea of having sex with someone else had kind of grown on me over the last year, and inside I was pretty excited about the idea, but my sensible side told me it was best to keep sex strictly inside the marriage. In the off chance that Dave did agree with my game, I wanted to make him feel like it was all his doing, which it was, but I was ready to take full advantage of using my husband as the submissive he said he wanted to be.

The week dragged on as I nervously waited for Dave's decision. I was just sure he would give me the car, but I had to be prepared if he didn't. Friday morning finally came around and I heard Dave come into the bedroom after he had taken his shower, wearing only the CB 3000 chastity belt I had bought him. I couldn't believe it. I looked up at him and asked' "Are you sure you want to do this?" He said he had thought about it constantly all week and he tried to do everything he could to talk himself out of it, but he said it made him more excited than he had ever been in his whole life. I said "You understand that there's no going back after I put the lock on you, and I WILL make you do EVERYTHING I told you about in my game. I want to hear you say that you are willing to do everything I tell you to do in my game". I was still trying to talk him out of it, but inside I was getting really excited about what I now knew was going to happen. He looked at me and said "I am willing to follow all the rules in your game." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I didn't really believe my husband would do the things I said he would have to do, but it wouldn't take long to find out because I had a date with Ken tonight. I had no choice but to get the lock from my drawer and place it on his chastity belt. I said "O.K., let the game begin." With that, he got dressed, gave me a long kiss, and left for work. I sat there on the bed for a long time thinking about what just happened, and what was going to happen. If this is what he wanted, I was going to give him all he bargained for, and more, and I was going to enjoy watching him squirm when he had to actually do the things I was going to tell him to do. I was going to see how far I could push his limits, and then I would stretch them. He had no idea of the thoughts running through my head of what I was going to make him do, and I was going to enjoy making him do them! 

I called in sick to work because I knew there was no way I would be able to concentrate, and I had some planning to do. The day dragged on, and later that afternoon I sent Dave a text, and told him to do something after work and come home at 9:00, and there would be a note waiting for him, and he was to do what it said. I planned on leaving before he got home, because I knew if I saw him I might back out. I was supposed to meet Ken at 10:00 at a local hotel that is only a few blocks from where I live, and I planned on leaving a little early so I could go to the bar and have a couple of drinks for some liquid courage. I took a long bath, shaved, and trimmed up my pubic hair so there was only a small, neat patch remaining. After my bath, I put on the outfit I was going to wear. It consisted of some designer pantyhose with a garter belt, 4 inch black pumps, a sheer black shirt that you could clearly see my nipples through, a short skirt, and a jacket. I put on my best perfume, and I decided not to wear any panties or bra, so Ken could have easy access. 

Before I left the house, I put the note by the front door for Dave to see when he got home, along with the picture I took of myself dressed up in the outfit I was wearing, and a picture I had printed of Ken's large cock. I knew after he saw the pictures, Dave would get instantly hard, but since he had the chastity belt on, he wouldn't be able to! This was getting fun already, knowing Dave was going to be so horny, and there was nothing he could do about it. The note gave him instructions to shave everything from his neck down (except for his arms). I had read that making a man shave would take away some of their macho attitude and make them feel more submissive. At 11:00, he was to light some candles, get into bed and tie his ankles to the rope I had attached to the corners of the bed. Then he was to put the blindfold on that I had left him, and then tie one wrist to the rope I had attached to the other corner of the bed. I told him I would tie his other wrist when I got home. Then he was to lay there waiting for a phone call I would give him when I got to the room with Ken, and if he didn't say a word, I would let him listen to his wife getting fucked by Ken's large cock. I finished the note with a last sentence which said: "If you want relief tonight, you will do as I say! I'm going to enjoy fucking Ken with his long, thick cock, and I'm going to especially enjoy watching you eat all his cum from my well used pussy, and there will be nothing you can do to stop me since you will be tied up! See you tonight."

At 8:45 I left for the hotel. As I entered the bar, I could feel the stares from some of the gentlemen sitting at the bar. I ordered a drink and sat in the corner booth. It wasn't long before one of the men came over to my table and used one of those cheesy pickup lines, but I politely declined, saying I was waiting for someone. After a couple of drinks I was starting to feel a little more at ease, and right on queue, I saw Ken walk in. I called him over to my table and we ordered a drink. He was even more handsome than his pictures showed, and we hit it off right away. There I was, sitting with a good looking guy that was 12 years younger than me, knowing that I was going to have sex with him. I was getting really hot now, and Ken moved over next to me and put his hand on my thigh. I told him what I was going to do to my husband when we were done. Before long he was running his hand up my leg, under my skirt, and he soon found no panties in his way as he proceeded to finger me under the table. I casually let my jacket fall open so he could get a good look at my braless breasts. I could feel myself building to an orgasm, so I told him we should get a room and do this right. It was now 11:15, and I knew Dave was laying in bed, tied up, and ready for my phone call.

We got a room on the 4th floor, and as soon as the elevator doors closed, he pressed me against the wall and gave me a big, French kiss. The energy ran through me, my nerves on edge, and my legs were getting wobbly. When we got inside the room, I phoned my husband and left the line open so he could hear everything that was going to happen. I wasted no time in taking Ken's pants off. I couldn't believe how big he was. My husband Dave is of average length and width, and Ken was bigger than Dave, even though he wasn't even hard yet. I got on my knees and took his cock in my mouth. I slid up and down, feeling him grow inside my mouth. By the time he was really hard, I had to really open my mouth just to get the head in. I couldn't believe how thick he was, and I was wondering if I could even handle his big cock inside me. He pulled my Jacket and top off, and before long we were both naked and doing a 69 in bed. I flipped around on top of him and pointed his raging hard on at my waiting entrance. I wanted to be on top so I could control how fast I would take him. After what seemed like hours of working to get him inside me, I was finally able to get all of Ken's cock inside me. I felt so stretched out and full, and I started to work him up and down. I made sure to talk dirty so Dave could hear me fucking Ken. After a long time going at it like this, he flipped me over onto my back, and buried himself deep inside me. He started pumping faster and faster until I exploded in orgasm. I moaned out loud and told Ken to fuck me good so I could take my well used pussy home to my husband. He felt so good, and knowing Dave wanted me to do this, I had another orgasm. Ken had tremendous stamina, making me cum another 4 times. I sensed him tense up, and I knew he was about to cum. I said "Yes. Come in my pussy now. Give me all your cum so I can take it home to hubby." That did it. He exploded into my pussy, letting out a loud moan. Wave after wave of cum flowed from me. I couldn't believe how drenched I was with his cum. After a while he rolled off of me and I told him I had to go so it was still fresh. He knew what I meant. I told him I would be in touch, got dressed, and left the room.

It was just a short ride home, and I was trying to regain my composure. As I walked in the house I could see the candlelight coming from the bedroom. Entering the bedroom door, I could see my husband tied spread eagle (minus one arm). I said: "Have you been waiting for your well fucked wife to come home?" 

Dave said in a trembling voice, "Yes, Mistress M."

I thought to myself, Wow, I just got fucked by a different guy, and my husband is getting off on it, and calling me Mistress. This is going to be fun!

I took his other wrist and pulled it over and tied him down. I took a step backwards to look at my husband, his hairy chest and legs were now completely smooth, and he looked so vulnerable being shaved and wearing just the chastity belt. I felt powerful standing over him, and all my sex drive was back in full force. He was mine to do what I wanted, and there was nothing he could do to prevent it. I said to Dave, "I'm going to take your mind off what I'm going to make you do." I took a butt plug and lubed it up, and proceeded to slowly put it up Dave's ass. I heard him whimper a little bit. Then I took 10 clothespins and attached 5 of them to each nut sack, which was already tight from being in the chastity belt. I heard him whimper a little more, but I wasn't going to stop now. I took some nipple clamps and attached one to each nipple. He was really squirming now. I figured his mind would now be occupied, so I slowly worked my way up until my pussy was directly above his mouth. 

I said "Happy Birthday Dave, now it's time for you to eat your creampie. Open your mouth." Dave opened his mouth, and I saw a big glob of Ken's cum fall from my pussy directly into his waiting mouth. With that, I sat down hard on his face. And I felt his tongue probing inside me. I came immediately thinking about being fucked so hard by Ken's big cock, and now my cuckold husband was cleaning me up. This was going to be a fun game!