19 comments/ 103838 views/ 4 favorites Cuckoldry By: UpstaterNY Everything had been going so great. I was living with my girlfriend Kelli who I simply adored. We had so much fun together and a great sex life too. But about 2 months ago I noticed something wasn't right in the bedroom. Kelli's orgasms seemed to be less intense and less frequent. I asked her about it and she really didn't say much. Then last week I noticed something that really caught my attention – my cock. Normally I am relatively well endowed, about 8 inches or so when aroused. But I noticed that I was nowhere near my regular size one night. I was still able to get hard and have sex with Kelli but she was completely uninterested and didn't come close to cumming. We were both concerned about my sudden lack of size. I think Kelli more than I. She took great pleasure in having sex with me because I had a large cock. But now it was completely unsatisfying for her. It really took a toll on her, she was almost depressed. So I scheduled an appointment with my doctor. It was pretty embarrassing to go in and tell Dr. Sims, who happened to be female about my problem. But I knew it was important to Kelli, so I went and told Dr. Sims my symptoms. She didn't seem surprised or overly concerned. She stated that although not too common that I had a condition called "Cuckoldry". It was a gradual shrinking of the penis. What brings it on is unknown. However there are two treatments, both of which are effective in clearing up the condition. The first very simple – time. Just go about your life and within a two to five years the condition will correct itself. "Wow, that's a long time Dr. Sims," I said. "It's just that it affects Kelli too, I hate to not give her that enjoyment for that long." "Well, the second treatment takes just 6 to 12 weeks but..." "Let's do that one!" "Hold on. It's a little, well...unorthodox and you might not be so eager to go along with it." "Oh?" "Here, take this" as Dr. Sims handed me a pamphlet "tae it home and read it over with your wife and you two can decided what course of action is best." A little confused I left the office and tore open the pamphlet as soon as I got into my car. I was appalled at what I read. It seems that this 'Cuckoldry' problem is largely a psychological one and this second treatment that Dr. Sims was basically psychological torture. The first page of the pamphlet had drawing of a man wearing women's undergarments. The pamphlet went on to explain that the man with this condition needed humiliation about his lack of size from his wife/girlfriend to regain it. On top of that the woman was encouraged to have sex with other men, further humiliating the male. I knew that this was not the type of thing that I, or Kelli would be willing to do. We both had more dignity than that. Once I got home I told Kelli about the appointment with Dr. Sims. "Well the good news is that is easily cured." "Oh, great!", she screamed. "I was so worried, I mean I love you but I just can't imagine my life without getting fucked by a nice hard dick." "Kelli! I've never heard you talk like that! Besides..." "I know, I know I'm sorry but it's just that it's something in my life that I need and..." "Kelli stop. I have to tell you about how it's fixed" "Oh right I got so excited I forgot go ahead." "Well," I said "it is curable but it just takes time." "Time?" "Yes, you see there are actually two courses of action. One is to just go along and eventually it will go away." "How long does it take?" she asked. "Anywhere from 2 to five years." She was silent. I took that to mean that she really didn't want to have wait that long. I somewhat understood but that didn't change my thoughts much. "You said there was a second treatment right?" she asked with anticipation. "Yes." "How long is that one?" "Well, it's complicated. You see it's much shorter, only about 6 weeks..." "Great!" she said. Sounding like I did at the doctor's office. "Wait, you don't know what it is yet." It was very hard to do but I explained a little bit about the pamphlet Dr. Sims gave me and how I knew that neither one of us could comprise our dignity by doing anything suggested in it. We went to bed that night without much further discussion. We were both disappointed but resigned to the fact that we'd just have to wait it out. The next day I came home from work at my usual time but Kelli was nowhere to be found. I looked around the house and found her in the upstairs bedroom. She was putting on the finishing touches to her make up. She looked great! I hadn't seen her ever dressed like this, wearing a short black leather miniskirt and low cut pink tank top. "Whoa! What have we got here?" I asked. "I think we need to talk..." With those words I knew something was wrong. She went on to explain that she would leave me before she ever went without a big cock for 2 years. It was crushing. I was so much in love with her and willing to do anything, almost anything anyway. I couldn't even begin to imagine my life with out her. But I just didn't think that I'd be able to do the things necessary to correct my condition in the next few weeks. "This is the bottom line," she said sternly "You have this 'condition' and I'm the one who is miserable. I mean you still can get pleasure out of sex even though your cock is the size of your pinky, but I get nothing." "Kelli, baby. Please, I love you." "Shut the fuck up! I don't want to hear any of it. This is the way it's going to be or I'm leaving you got it?" "But..." "I said got it??" "Umm...yes" I replied meekly. "Good now get out of those clothes, mister." Hurriedly I'd stripped completely nude. When I was finished I was in front of her with my cock so small and shriveled. She just looked at me and started laughing. She explained that suddenly all this seemed funny to her. The fact that I was standing in front of her nude and she was dressed to kill. She informed that she was dressed like she was because she was going out. Also that I wasn't – I was staying home. "You know I don't even want to see that little cock anymore. Cover it up!" she snarled at me. I grabbed my underwear and began to slip them on. "Not those you stupid faggot, put these on!" she said as she tossed a pair of silk pink panties to me. "But these are girls panties, honey. I couldn't possibly..." "Shut the fuck up! Put them on you little limp dick. You look like a girl anyway so you might as well dress the part too." She seemed very amused as I slid them on. She then informed that Ron would be picking her up any minute. Ron was this young black guy she worked with. She had told me in the past how he was always hitting on her and that tonight she was going out with him. While they were out I was to clean the house. I couldn't imagine anything worse, that is until she got home from her date. It seemed like forever that she was gone but it was really only a few hours. When I saw Ron's car come up the driveway I ran into the bedroom. I heard Kelli call for me right after she came in. I could tell Ron was with her. Timidly I came down the stairs, dressed only in the pink panties. They were standing in the living room arm in arm and looking like they were as happy as could be. Kelli told me that they went to dinner and had a few drinks. That Ron had paid for it but that I should reimburse him for taking out his wife. I couldn't believe it. She wanted me to pay for the date too?!?! I said that he needed to pay for himself and with that Kelli got mad, real mad. She surprised me by slapping me right across the face. I was pretty stunned and she pushed me down on the couch and with one hand held my face down in the cushions and with the other she started beating my ass with her hand. She kept calling me a faggot, sissy-girl, and a wimp. Between the smacks and the humiliation of it all I was paralyzed. I knew if I fought back I'd end up with a worse beating. So I gave in. I told her I'd pay Ron. "Well that's a start anyway" she said. "But you've embarrassed me & my date. First I want you to go over to Ron and apologize to him. You can do it on your knees in front of him." I started to walk over to where he was standing but Kelli told me to crawl on all fours. I asked him if he would accept my apology and he nodded yes. Then Kelli said it was her turn to apologize to Ron also. She grabbed him by the hand and led him to our bedroom upstairs. I knew what was coming next and Kelli told me to follow them. Once in the bedroom Kelli stripped them both down and they started going at it like animals. Kelli had never been as enthusiastic with me. They fucked & sucked each other for about an hour with me just sitting in a corner chair watching the whole thing. Ron buried his 10" cock into Kelli's pussy as hard as I've ever seen anyone do it. She must've came about 3 times and I could tell when he came because he groaned like a lion and emptied his balls right into her pussy. For me the worse was yet to come. Kelli looked at me with a wicked smirk and told me it was "clean up time". That her pussy was a mess, a mess of Ron's cum. I started to go to the closet to get a towel but she had other ideas. I was supposed to kneel down and lap her pussy. The taste of their combined juices wasn't as bad as I feared. But it was still very humiliating. When Kelli was satisfied with my clean up job she told me I wasn't completely done. She pointed at Ron's cock and mentioned that there was still some cum on the head. I didn't expect this at all but she made lick and suck the cum from his cock. While I was doing this he started to get hard again. Kelli asked him if he wanted to fuck again. Ron said yes but that he wanted something different. He wanted to fuck her up the ass. Kelli was always against anal sex and to my relief she said that he would not be fucking her up the ass. "Why do you want to do that anyway?" she asked Ron. He said "Well it just feels so good. To have my cock in something so tight, I just love it." "Oh I see. Well I said you wouldn't be fucking 'me' up the ass. But if it's an ass you want it's an ass you'll get. Hey faggot pull those panties down and bend over!" Oh no here we go...I hope this six weeks goes by fast. Cuckoldry The cuckoo bird lays her egg in the nest of another bird, who instinctively incubates the egg and raises the hatchling as her own. The French, with their inventive pornographic imagination, used the name of this bird to describe a husband who nurtures, as his own, the offspring resulting from a deposit in his nest by another man. Or a husband with that potential. Our word cuckold derives from the French word for cuckoo. This essay is prompted by criticism of a story I wrote about cuckoldry in which the critic said in effect "This isn't a cuckold story – where's the humiliation?" He clearly believed that if a cuckold was not humiliated, he was not a cuckold. There are cuckolds like that, but in fact, the different varieties of cuckolds are legion and should be of great interest to students of erotica. Cuckoldry was a popular sport of the nobility in Victorian England, providing much amusement at social functions where double entendre was elevated to the level of an art form. Consider a party where Lord B is in an upstairs bedroom with the wife of Lord A, who does not know of his wife's affair. Lord A believes she has gone up to rest with a headache. Downstairs guests mingle, converse, and sip punch. Lady C, lightly dabbing her forehead with a delicate handkerchief says, "It's such a hot day. I would certainly not want to be riding today, even on the best thoroughbred." This instantly creates, in all those who know of the affair, a mental picture of a naked Lady A astride a naked Lord B pumping away and working up a sweat. If Lady C says this in the presence of Lord A, who is a cuckold, ignorant of his wife's indiscretion, an instant challenge is presented to Lady D to produce a clever response. Perhaps, "Quite right my dear, that would indeed be a labor of love." Such double entendre was an art form in Victorian England – as was cuckoldry. The story of Lord A is a cuckold story without humiliation, but with amusement for Lord A's friends. But what if Lord A knows of the affair and has concealed his knowledge to protect his dignity. Now you have humiliation that is private. And if others know he has concealed it? Well, humorous opportunities for nudging his dignity are legion. My point is that both the humor and the potential for sexual arousal go far beyond some poor wimpy bastard on his knees slurping cum from his wife's pussy. I do not mean to be critical of such stories, but rather, to emphasize the infinite variety of possible cuckold stories. And the variety of cuckolds and their wives allow for a wide range of stories. I have tried to write only a few of them. Not all cuckolds are wimps. Consider Bobby in Chapter 1 of my "Lynn and Bobby" (L&B) series. He has a choice between destroying his marriage and being a willing cuckold. His pain makes the story real, even as some situations that cause his pain may be erotic, but never humorous (except to his wife and her lover). Look at Ray, in Chapter 5 of my "How I Became a Cuckold" (HIBC) series. He is in a similar situation after he discovers that another man is fucking the woman he loves deeply. Both are angry and may be humiliated, but they do not derive any sexual arousal from their situations. Contrast this with Dave in Chapter 3 of L&B and Jerry throughout HIBC. They both achieve intense sexual arousal watching another man make them a cuckold, and both delight in placing their chins on the "cuckold's chin rest" and performing their husbandly duties after another man has laid his egg in their nest. [Note: The cuckold's chin rest is that small bit of skin between the pussy and the anus. Non-cuckolds usually (but not always!) call it a ball rest.] But the wives of Dave and Jerry are quite different. Dave's wife is deriving no sexual pleasure from cuckolding him. She is actually protecting him from public indiscretion. Jerry's wife, on the other hand, derives intense sexual pleasure from tormenting him. To simply label both as "cum sluts" as some people do, is silly. The women accepting the eggs in their nests are as different and interesting as their cuckolds. In my story "My Best Friend's Wife" (written as LynnGK), the cuckold does not know he is being cuckolded. His friend is not doing him any favor – he is simply enjoying sex. The cuckold has a medical problem and can't give his wife sexual satisfaction. She abandons a dangerous promiscuity for a steady relationship with her husband's friend. There is arousal in the story – but there is no humiliation, no wimp, and no bull and the cuckold is ignorant of his status. Or consider "Alice and Joe and Joan and Charlie", in which there is double cuckolding with humor but no wimps or cum sluts or humiliation. In "Fred and Don and Tina" we have a true ménage a trois between two straights and a bisexual male. Certainly Fred cuckolds Don, but Don is in love with both Fred and Tina. Some would say Don is gay. Bisexuals are not gay. If you want to read about a gay guy getting cuckolded try "Just Off the Interstate." I find it interesting to probe the minds of cuckolds, their wives, and their cuckolders, in all the infinite varieties and combinations. For this reason I hate to see the beautiful art of cuckoldry reduced to a simple story of wimps sucking cum out of sluts while bulls laugh. It is so much more interesting to see a cuckold fighting a losing battle in his mind against the jealousy and arousal his fetish forces him to enjoy, as he watches the woman he loves spread her legs for another man, whether she enjoys it or is fucking the boss to save his job. There are so many ways to tell this story and to get into the minds of each character, that it is hard to resist this genre. Cuckoldry, Spirituality, Family This the first installment of a series about an upscale couple and a black man. * My name is Wayne. I am a 56 years old executive in a prosperous publishing company, more precisely the CEO. My wife Beth is 45 years old. She is a university teacher and researcher. Her field of work is history, her specialty being the history of black people in America. She is considered as an authority on that subject in North America and worldwide. Beth is quite busy teaching, doing research, delivering conferences and guiding several graduate students who work on their master degree or Ph.D. thesis. So we both lead busy and enlightening professional lives. Beth and I met 12 years ago at a conference organized at our alma mater. One thing leading to the other, given our physical and intellectual affinities, we met again and soon fell in love. We got married 8 months after we first met, despite our 11 year age difference. We soon began to lead a rather wealthy life, having found highly paid positions shortly after graduating. Not long after our marriage we bought a large house in a lush LA suburb, and we are still living there, after about a decade. This is a rather large ranch-style property with five bedrooms and a three-door garage housing our silver CL-class Mercedez and our black Cadillac Escalade. In the basement is a full-equipped fitness room, a sauna and a jacuzzi. The back French doors give way to a large patio leading to the pool and the backyard, which is well secluded with a lot of trees and hedges. We wanted to have at least one or two kids but soon found out that this would not be possible, due to my sterility. This was a great disappointment, especially for Beth, who has been longing to have a child. But we gradually managed to get over it, with the help of our busy professional lives. We had nevertheless a satisfying sexual life, having intercourse several times a week. Our sex was "standard" most of the time with some spice once in a while, but never kinky. Beth had a submissive tendency but, unfortunately, I was far from being the dominant type. So she reluctantly buried that submissiveness in the deepness of her mind and libido. Then, after a few years, for some reason, I lost almost all my stamina, so that I was not able any more to satisfy Beth as she deserved to be. After a while, my penis kind of shrunked to a 1-2 inch long flaccid sack, and would now get "hard" only when I have fantasies about Beth cuckolding me. For some time, we tried to manage things with a dildo and a vibrator. But this soon proved to be insufficient as Beth's sexual needs were higher. She needed real sex with a real man. She needed to make her libido bloom like a woman in her 40's was entitled to. Having a rather open relationship, we would freely discuss our issues in a civilized manner. I must admit that I had cuckoldry fantasies for quite some time, even before we married. Thus, with my sex issue, those fantasies came up more often in my mind. So much that, after some hesitation, I decided to talk Beth into indulging in a cuckold lifestyle. She had always been very candid with me about her preferences in men: she was attracted to black men, and preferably young ones. In her work, she dealt with black males every day, given her field of study. So being with black people did not embarrass her at all, on the contrary. After a few open conversations about the possibility of looking somewhere else to satisfy her sexual appetite and find fulfillment, we agreed that she would give it a try. In a matter of two years or so, she had dates with two black men and had intercourse with them. But those were short-term affairs due to the lack of special "connection" with her lovers. In particular, one of them was a nephew of Amanda, our 52 years old black maid. Beth and her have developed a nice complicity over the years, Amanda being aware of my wife's taste for young black men. After a few weeks however, Beth put an end to the affair, her young lover lacking maturity and, most of all, lacking the controlling and dominant qualities she was looking for. Her deep desire was to meet a young, dominant - but not utterly macho - black man who would also be more than a lover, someone who could certainly fulfill her sexually but who could also understand her and be a true friend deserving her complete confidence. And I kept encouraging Beth and telling her that she would find the "rare pearl" some day. Weeks and months went by, and my cuckold inclinations would not diminish, nor Beth's inner dream of finding the right lover-friend. Until a new young black gentleman by the name of Joshua joined her group of graduate students. He had just brilliantly got his master degree in history at Columbia. Given his intention to carry on and get a Ph.D., and given Beth's high reputation, he had applied to be under Beth's supervision and guidance. After reviewing Joshua's credentials and interviewing him, she gladly offered him to join her group, with the possibility of earning some revenue as her assistant eventually. Beth was always willing to accept brilliant and promising students anyway. Beth had told me that Joshua was a handsome, polite, well-dressed and clean young man. And his warm but quiet personality would soon earn him acceptance in Beth's group of six graduate students. Furthermore, he is a brilliant and quite knowledgeable person pursuing his history research and studies very seriously. No wonder that the female members of the group were attracted to him, including Beth. My beloved wife was a middle-aged woman but was sure up to par with the young female students. She had kept the look and figure of a young woman despite her 45 years; Beth is a 5 feet 7 inches tall redhead, slightly plump just enough, with full, lightly sagging breasts. I consider her body as perfect, with very sexy long legs and buttocks just protruding enough. Men would notice with pleasure her very elegant clothing but she would never be overly sexy. They were not treated with a cleavage view or extra high-heeled shoes; they could nevertheless feel her sensuality through her demeanor. Her voice and her demure manners give her a special charm and make her attractive in her own way. When we had nothing special on the agenda in the evening, Beth and I would usually extend our dinner at home and remain at the table with a glass of red wine chatting and talking about our day at work and various other subjects. For some time, I had noticed that my wife would talk about Joshua more often than one could expect in a professional relationship between a university professor and a graduate student. One night, while sipping wine in her company, I suggested that she invites Joshua for dinner with us at home. I immediately saw her blushing and avoiding to look at me in the eyes. She turned to me and said: "Yes honey, that's a good idea. This way you will get to meet him. You will see that he is a real gentleman despite his young age." "How old is he, sweetheart?" I asked. "Oh, he is 24..." Beth replied. "Nice. I can't wait to meet him. Of course, I am sure that you guys will talk 'work', won't you?" "Well, no, I'll try not to. We are so deeply involved with our scholar work that it's nice sometimes to get away from it all. And, knowing you by now, I'm sure that you'll try to discover his personality to see if it fits with your beloved wife's," Beth added with a wicked smile on her face. "Well, agreed. Let's invite him for dinner on Saturday. I'll give an advance notice to Amanda [our live-in black maid]." "You're a sweetheart", said Beth. Being ever a woman, she added: "I wonder how I should dress for the occasion..." This had the immediate effect of hardening my tiny penis. "Honey, I'll help you pick the right clothes if you want," I replied with a slight lift in my voice that didn't go unnoticed by Beth. To be continued...