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How I Became a Cuckold Ch. 01

By: LynnGKS



Dear Reader: Many of you have enjoyed my voyeur-cuck stories. I have written these from the point of view of the wife (Bet in Branson -- Aftermath) and from the point of view of the stud (Lynn and Bobby Chapter 3). But I have not written a story from the point on view of the voyeur-cuck. Some of you may think that Chapter 1 of the Lynn and Bobby series is such a story, but it is not because the guy being cuckolded did not get any sexual stimulation from watching his wife get fucked. In fact it made him impotent so he was an involuntary cuck. Well, here is my first story from the voyeur-cuck's point of view. I would appreciate your feedback, especially from you cucks. Did I succeed in getting into your head? Did I capture your emotions? I need to know. 

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Jim was my best friend. We went to college together. We were roommates and screwed some of the same girls in college. He was best man when I married Carol. Then he moved to Frisco and I moved to San Diego but he and I often go to sales meetings together, especially to meetings in Vegas. We are comfortable together. When it happened it was a surprise to both of us. How did it happen? Well, here is the story.

There was a big sales meeting in San Diego and when Jim said he was coming down to attend it, I naturally invited him to stay with Carol and me for the week. It was the logical thing to do. His first night there I grilled steaks on the patio and we sat around and talked about old times sipping our Glenlivet. Carol enjoyed hearing stories about our years as college roommates. We didn't tell her about the really raunchy stuff but she figured out that we had shared some girlfriends, both of us fucking the same girl all night. She thought that sounded "interesting." 

The second night we three had a few drinks, shared a joint, and danced on the patio to some of the music that was popular when we were in college. Jim and Carol danced well together and they danced close, and although I didn't think very much about it at the time, I saw a kind of chemistry developing between them. 

The third night was when it happened. An extra joint and a couple of extra drinks had made us all very loose and laughing. Jim and Carol were dancing a lot and holding each other close. She was straddling his thigh and it was clear to me that her pussy was rubbing against him through the thin miniskirt she was wearing. As I watched them my first thought was that they looked very sexy dancing together. When they came back to sit down I told them how good they looked together.

"You two looked like professional dancers out there," I said. "You ought to go on one of those TV dancing shows."

"Carol is a great dancer," said Jim. "She just molds her body to mine and never misses a step."

I thought 'molds her body to mine' sounded sexy and I thought about how her pussy was rubbing against his thigh. Then I felt a very strange new emotion -- it was not simply jealousy or sexual arousal -- it was a strange combination of both. I had never before had such a feeling. I was aroused but I was jealous at the same time. These emotions seemed to work together somehow.

Carol leaned over and put her hand on my knee. "Do you mind if we dance again?"

"Not a all. I enjoy watching you," I said. Again I felt that new emotion. What she said made me eager to watch them dance again -- to see her mold her body to his.

"Are you sure?" Carol asked. She knew something was happening and wanted me to know it too. 

"Yeah. I'm sure."

This time they danced to a slow tune and there was no hesitancy as they moved close together and she straddled his thigh. As they danced with his back to me I thought he moved his hand down and briefly stroked her ass. Carol did not do or say anything. She just held him closer. Then he put his hand on her ass again and kept it there. He was obviously playing with her ass, although he had her turned so I couldn't see his hand. I thought to myself, 'She didn't stop him. She likes it!' The thought excited me somehow and I felt a tingling in my crotch.

I thought, 'What the hell is going on? My best friend is playing with my wife's ass and she likes it and it's turning me on.' I just sat there getting more jealous because I loved Carol -- she was my wife and she loved me. But I was getting more sexually aroused at the same time, thinking about her wanting to fuck Jim. When the dance finished they came back to the patio table and sat down. Things were clearly different now.

"I need another drink," Carol said. "I really need another drink."

"Me too," said Jim.

I poured their drinks still asking myself what was going on. They looked at each other as they sipped their drinks. Their faces seemed to radiate sex from one to the other. I could tell that they were attracted to each other. My jealousy and arousal continued to increase. Another romantic tune started to play and Jim reached over and took Carol's hand. 

Looking at me, he said slowly and carefully, "May I dance with your wife again?"

Suddenly I realized that this was the time I could stop things, simply by taking Carol's other hand and saying it was my turn. Jim knew I had seen him playing with her ass. He was also sure I knew she had enjoyed it. Their attraction to each other was open and obvious now and he knew I must have seen it. Time stood still as Jim and I looked each other straight in the eye, communicating silently. He was asking my permission to fuck my wife. Somehow I knew how much my answer to that question meant.

"Yes. Please dance with her," I said, finally. My voice was husky and I suddenly felt a very strong sexual arousal. 

Carol looked over at me. Her face was very tender and loving. "Are you sure, darling, really sure?"

I looked at her directly. "Yes I'm sure," I said knowing exactly what she was really asking me. Both had now asked my permission. And I had given it.

As she stood up, she leaned over, kissed my cheek, and whispered, "I love you." Then she moved into Jim's arms and they began to dance. I knew it was too late to change anything now. He was going to fuck her. And I had given both of them my permission to fuck. At that very moment I suddenly felt a new emotion. It was helplessness. I was so turned on that I was helpless to stop what was going to happen. I had to give my permission -- my sexual arousal left me no choice. He was going to fuck my wife and she wanted him to fuck her. That's when, finally, I realized that I wanted to watch him do it and, finally, I admitted to myself that I was a voyeur-cuck!

This time he didn't hide it at all. His hand was on her ass as they left the table. She pressed her pussy tightly against his thigh and started what looked like a subtle humping motion. The music was slow and they did not move around much -- just danced a few feet from me, letting me watch everything. After a couple of minutes they stopped dancing and she lifted her face up and he kissed her. It was a long lingering kiss and their tongues were obviously entwined. He put both hands on her ass and caressed her, then he moved his hands slowly up her body, pausing briefly to caress her breasts, then, holding her face in both hands, he continued to kiss her passionately. 

"Oh God!" Carol said as they finished that kiss. Then she pulled his head back down and kissed him again. His hands moved back to her ass, then he started to lift up her miniskirt in the back. They knew I was watching but they had my permission to do whatever they wanted.

My jealousy and sexual arousal now blended together with my helplessness in a new and strange way. I loved her and I couldn't stop them and I didn't want to stop them. Oh God! I had a rock hard erection bulging in my pants. I wanted to watch them fuck! And my jealousy tortured my gut even as what I was watching gave me a rock hard on and made my balls tingle. I started to stroke my cock through my pants, thinking 'He's gonna fuck her -- and she wants him to fuck her and I can't do a damn thing about it.' 

I couldn't help myself -- I felt big time sexual arousal. Before I realized what I was doing I had unzipped my fly and pulled out my hard cock and started to stroke it. I knew they would see me but by now I didn't care any more.

When Jim got Carol's skirt up to her waist he put his hands inside her panties and started to play with her naked ass. Carol turned to look at me, almost like she was going to ask permission again. Coarse sexual arousal was obvious in her face. She saw me playing with my dick and her eyebrows went up in a moment of surprise, and then she turned back to Jim, as though I had given my permission again, and started to unbutton her blouse. Slowly, off came her blouse, then her bra, then her skirt, and finally her panties -- all just a few feet in front of me as I sat there masturbating and watching my wife strip naked for my best friend. 

Carol has a magnificent body. Five six, 115 pounds, flowing brunet hair, big firm tits with large nipples -- now erect - and a big, thick, hairy, brunet beaver at the apex of fabulous legs. Her skin was bronzed from the sun except where a tiny bikini left her breasts and butt creamy white. Just a strip of white skin above her beaver stretching around to the twin white triangles on her ass.

Jim's hands moved swiftly over her body feeling her tits and ass and finally one hand found her pussy and began to play with her. She was ready for him. I could actually hear the wet squishy sounds of a horny pussy wanting to get fucked and when I heard those wet sounds I could hold it no longer -- I groaned and began to ejaculate huge gobs of thick creamy white semen up into the air. It fell back on my trousers and on the floor in front of me. I just sat there panting -- my dick dripping in my hand.

Jim picked up my naked wife in his arms and carried her into the house. As they passed by me, both of them clearly saw my dripping penis in my hand and cum on my pants and on the floor. I sat there in helpless embarrassment for a moment after they were gone, breathing heavily, and thinking 'He's gonna fuck her in our bed and she wants it.' Then I had another thought. 'Will they close the door? Oh sweet Jesus! I want to watch him fuck her. Please don't close that door. Please don't.' I was helpless to change what he was going to do. I would have begged him shamelessly on my knees. I had to watch!

I got up and rushed into the house, expecting the door to be closed and knowing if it were I would be frustrated and masturbating and listening outside a closed door while my wife was getting fucked in my own bed. 

Thank God! The door was open! They were in the middle of the king-sized bed with Jim on top, fucking like newly weds. Carols legs were high in the air bouncing as he pumped strongly into her. She was grunting with each thrust, her eyes tightly closed, and her arms around his chest pulling him close. I could see and hear his balls slapping her ass just like when he fucked some slut in our college apartment. I undressed and lay down on the bed beside them, my body bouncing up and down as they fucked. Her hips were lifting up to him, matching his rhythm. God! She wanted it. She really wanted it!

I had another erection now -- hard and demanding and I started to stroke it. They fucked steadily for several minutes and my eyes seemed frozen on her pumping hips that were lifting her wet pussy up to meet his thrusting. I could hear the wet squishy sounds of their fucking. I found myself masturbating in the same rhythm as their fucking. Then Carol took her right arm off of his back and reached over and grabbed my left hand and squeezed tightly.

"Oh God," she said, "I'm gonna come -- I'm gonna come! Fuck me harder! Oh sweet Jesus! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Her body started to tremble and her nails bit into my hand. Jim started to grunt and I knew he was pumping his load and suddenly so was I -- my cum was spurting high into the air and falling back on my belly. Carol kept trembling with a sustained and increasing orgasm -- moaning loudly. 

When her trembling finally ceased, she reached over and grabbed me and pulled me close to her with her hand on the back of my head. Then she kissed me passionately -- a big wet kiss. 

"Thank you baby! Thank you! I love you! Oh God I needed that so much. Thank you."

I kissed her back as Jim rolled off of her body to the other side. He was sweating and panting for air. She lay between us, panting, and I could feel the slippery sweat on her body.

"Oh sweet Jesus, that was good," said Carol.

Then turning to Jim she said, "Was I good for you baby?"

"Fantastic," said Jim. "Jerry, your wife is a fantastic piece of ass! Really great pussy!"

Carol rubbed the cum off of my belly and showed it to Jim. "It looks like Jerry enjoyed himself too." Then she laughed -- that musical lilting laugh. I didn't know whether she was laughing because she was happy or because her helpless husband jerked off watching another guy fuck her. At that moment I didn't care. 

That night the three of us slept in that king-sized bed and I was awakened once when I felt the bed bouncing. Jim and Carol were fucking again and, of course, I got a hard on and jerked off. The next morning I was awakened again by their fucking. This time it was daylight and I saw more of the action, but I was embarrassed that they could clearly see me masturbating. That morning, Carol lay there getting fucked, holding my hand, and watching me jack off right up to the moment she had her orgasm. That first time and every time afterwards, when she had finished fucking him, she kissed me and said, "Thank you."

Jim stayed the rest of the week and each night was the same sexual marathon. My dick had bruises from jacking off so much. After Jim went back to Frisco, Carol and I fucked a lot and I discovered that talking about her fucking him was a real turn on for me and we did that for several weeks until Jim came back down for a long weekend of marathon fucking. I watched them and jerked off as before. As before, each time he finished her off, Carol kissed me and said thank you. She always wiped the cum off my belly, laughed that loud musical laugh, and said, "I'm glad you enjoyed it too." 

The three of us vacationed together several times and took several cruises. Each time we enjoyed a king-sized bed. Of course Jim's long weekend visits continued a couple of times a month. Our threesome continued for over three years until Jim met a gal in Frisco and married her. I was best man at his wedding. His new wife was not as liberated sexually as was Jim. We hinted around a bit, but nothing ever came of it. I asked Jim if he wanted to come down without telling her, but he said he didn't want to risk it. He was in love.

Dear Reader: This was Jerry's introduction to cuckoldry. It was fairly tame because Jim was a very nice guy and was Jerry's best friend. I think you will agree that Jim treated Jerry quite well. There will be a second chapter where Carol screws a real bull and Jerry learns a new kind of cuckoldry -- how to adjust to a dominant bull that his wife likes to fuck. Please, all you cucks out there, give me feedback to help me get inside the voyeur-cuck's mind. Do I have your emotions right? I can write better only if you help me. What do you feel when you watch?

How I Became a Cuckold Ch. 01



As we entered the hotel room for what I thought was going to be a night of hot passionate love making, my wife was acting very strange; it was if she knew something I didn't. We had already had a few glasses of wine, and there was a bottle already there in the room with two glasses. She really was being different tonight; she never does things like that to spice up our love life. She has always just waited for me to do something romantic. 

"Why don't you open that bottle of wine and pour us both a glass." She said as she moved toward the bathroom. "I'm going to freshen up, I'll be back in a minute" as she disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door. I have to admit I was really into this. She was never this forward or sexual before. I don't know what was up with her, but I liked it. 

I walked over to the bottle of wine and poured us both a tall glass. I began to take my shoes off and get more comfortable as I began sipping the wine. I sat down on the bed and started to relax when I heard the bathroom door open. Slowly out of the bathroom walked my wife, stunningly strutting across the room in a completely sexy lingerie outfit. It must be new because I had never seen it before. "Wow" I said as my jaw dropped to the floor. 

"I thought you might like this little number, I picked it up this week at the store across town. Do I look sexy?" she asked as she sauntered over to me.

"Very much so, you look totally HOT!" I said she came over to me. She leaned over to kiss me and we fell back onto the bed. She took my glass of wine and with one giant gulp swallowed half the glass. This seemed really odd to me to as well because Beth was never a strong drinker. She gave me the glass back and I finished the glass with another giant gulp. 

"Now we can get down to business" she said as she reached over my body and under the pillow. With her breasts hung right over my head she paused as she slowly pulled a blind fold out from under the bed. 

"Want to have some fun?" She asked as she sat up over me and fingered the blind fold in her hands. I nodded slowly as she reached down and put the blind fold on over my eyes. Then I felt her move her body slowly off the mine and off the edge of the bed. 

"This is pretty awesome of you honey, you are never this seductive." I said as I lay on the bed blindfolded.

I felt her hands down my body as she unbuckled my pants and started to pull them down over my ankles. I undid the buttons on my shirt and had it off by the time she had my pants on the floor. She then ran a finger down over my body, starting at the head and slowly going down and stopping at the last piece of clothing I was wearing. My cock was rock hard by now and was aching to be released. Beth slowly pulled my boxers down over my cock as it sprung out and pointed straight towards my head as it lay on my stomach. There I was completely naked on a hotel bed and blindfolded, life couldn't be better.

"I have a surprise for you tonight, if you are game?" She said as she took my left hand into hers. 

"I am game for anything, you know that. Or did you forget that I'm the pervert in this relationship?" I said jokingly yet half seriously. I really was the pervert in the marriage. I was always up for anything she wanted, it's just that in the 10 years of marriage she has never really spoke up and wanted anything daring or risqué. 

"Well then you should be happy tonight then. But you have to promise me that you won't be mad." She said as I felt a rope being tied to my left wrist. 

"I would never be mad at anything you do sexually honey. You know that. I am up for anything you have planned in that sexy little head of yours." I said trying to make sure she didn't chicken out of whatever she had planned. Once I felt my left wrist secured to the bed, I left her cross over my body, her body gently gliding over my rock hard cock as it strained to feel pleasure. She took my right wrist in hand and secured it to the bed just like the other. I then felt her move down to my feet. 

"Wow, you are really going all out with this little things aren't you?" I asked as I felt her pull my right leg over and secure my right ankle to the bed. 

"Well you are always trying to get me to push the envelope of my sexual desires. I am just trying to make you happy." She said as she secured my left ankle to the bed. I was now naked, blindfolded, and tied spread eagle to the bed. I was loving this.

That is when it all went downhill.

"Okay now honey, now that I have you here, tied and blindfolded. I wanted to talk to you about something." She said with a serious voice. My stomach stank thinking I was in trouble for something or that something was wrong. Was I ever in trouble.

"I have been thinking a lot about this over the past two weeks, since you flat out told me some of your fantasies. I know I reacted...less than calm about some of them. But you have to understand that I love you and I don't want to lose you. I have something to tell you and I want you to listen and do not speak for the next few minutes. Can you do that?" she asked. 

"I guess I can sweetie. But I want you to know I love you too. I don't want to lose you; I just want to spice up our sex life."

"I know you do honey and that's one of the reasons I love you so much, you always do so much for me. That is one of the reasons why we are here. I thought long and hard about things and I realized that I haven't really been very giving with you regarding sex. I thought about what you said about you always having to start things and that I never dress in anything seductive or anything like that. I have come to realize that I have not been very "sexy" for you in the past. Well I thought I should change that. I used to be really sexy and flirty in my youth, but I just guess I lost my spunk as I grew up." She said as she slowly caressed my cock with her hand, running her fingers over the shaft and making it twinge with delight. 

"Over the past two weeks I have done quite a bit while you were away at work, a lot of research into some of the fantasies that you spoke of last month. I have to admit that those fantasies were quite extreme on some levels. But I started to look at them through your eyes and not mine. Then they started to make more sense. By the end of last week I was sitting at the computer reading a story off some website and I got up to answer the phone and I was completely wet. I didn't realize how wet I was or how turned on I was. The next day I started reading again, this time I decided to just let myself go into the fantasy and before I knew it was I was rubbing my pussy and aching for some cock. I went into our bedroom and grabbed that dildo you are always trying to fuck me with and I started reading again. I finished the story with the dildo deep inside my pussy and an orgasm riding through my body." She said as she climbed on top of my body and wrapped one hand around my shaft and started to pump my cock slowly.

"This past week I have been at the computer almost everyday looking at websites about hotwives, humiliation, cuckolds, and all the hardcore fantasies that men seem so interested in. I have read story after story about wives who sleep with other men to make themselves finally be able to orgasm, and to teach their husbands lessons in lovemaking." Her hand was moving up and down my shaft as I sat and listened to her talk about her past week of sexual exploration. My stomach had a huge knot in it as I listened to her every word with excitement. 

"I don't really know how to tell you this, so I brought you to this hotel and tied you up so that I knew you wouldn't be able to storm out on me or do anything rash while I explain my actions. My heart is about to burst right now as I tell you all this. I can't even believe I am about to tell you this, but I think this is what you wanted and I want to give you what you want. So I have to let you know that two days ago I set this night up. I planned it all out." She said as she slowly climbed off of me but still held my cock in her hand. I felt her bend down over my body and felt the incredible pleasure of having her tongue flick over my cock. 

"Two days ago I made a phone call to a man I used to know, before we met. We dated a few times but never really got serious. He was an intense man who was confident and knew what a woman wanted to feel. I called him and told him the situation. He immediately knew what I wanted and said he would help me..er..us out. He is on his way here right now." She said. Her words froze me in place. I pulled my head up in shock and started to ask what the hell was going on. But she jumped right in.

"I told you not to say a word, just listen to me. Richard is on his way here right now, if you have not freed yourself from these ropes before he gets here, then he will fuck me right on top of you." I immediately started to fight the bonds that held me down on the bed. But she had done her job well and I have no leverage and couldn't get free at all. 

"The door to this room is not locked right now, and when he shows up he will take over. I have agreed to become his complete slave. I know that is something you have fantasied about too. My body will become his to do with whatever he pleases. You will have to lay there and take it all. I have agreed to do whatever he says and whatever games he has planned I will abide by. I know this is well on the extreme of what you thought tonight was going to be able, but I don't think that I would do this any other way. I want to make you happy; I want you to be pleased with me sexually. I know that you feel that you cum too early and that you don't make me happy sexually. Some of that is true. I do wish that you could last longer and that you could give me an orgasm with your cock. But I have never really let that bother me because I love you so much. But you told me last month that you wanted to see my sluttier side, and this is all I could think of while I read through those stories on different websites." I continued to fight my bonds as she slowly licked my shaft as she talked. I tried my best to get free so that I could stop what was about to happen, but I couldn't get free. 

"I read a lot about cuckolds and hotwives since you brought that fantasy up last month. I didn't really understand what the idea was until I started reading more stories about it. You and I both love each other very much and that will not change. I will still be your wife and will love and honor you forever. This is really more for you than for me. To satisfy your sexual needs and fulfill your fantasies, but I get to have fun too."

"Don't do this Beth. I love you and those are just fantasies." I said, pleading with her to reconsider.

"If it was just a fantasy, then why did I find pictures of me on the computer hard drive that you had captioned with dirty little sayings and slutty comments?" She said as she continued to lick and suck on my shaft.

"hmmmm you didn't know I knew about those huh. Hehe. Yes I saw the pictures of me with captions saying things like 'I'll be right back after Antwon fucks me like you can't'. You had about a dozen of them that I found. Luckily I found them just a few days ago and had already made up my mind about tonight." She stated, and then went back to my cock. 

I didn't know what to do. I was trapped. I couldn't move, couldn't escape, and couldn't even see anything that was happening. The knot in my stomach was almost making me puke I was so nervous and turned on at the same time. 

"You don't have much more time. I don't know when Richard will be here, but he shouldn't be too much longer. All you have to do is sit up and I'll call the whole thing off. But if he gets here, then I am his for the night." She said as she flicked my balls with her tongue. 

I could hear a knock at the door, and I felt Beth's hand grip my cock tightly as she sucked my balls into her mouth. I could hear the door open and could hear someone in the room. 

"Well well well, look what we have here." A voice said as I froze in fear. Beth kept sucking on my balls and sliding her hand up and down my shaft. I was about to explode in her hands. 

"Looks like we have a hotwife here who is itching for some real meat to please her. Well, I guess I have the right room then." He said. I still had not heard the door close yet and the voice was coming from the hallway leading into our room. I could only imagine that he was standing there with the door wide open letting anyone that pasted by our room to look in and see my wife sucking my cock in her lingerie. Finally I heard him step forward and the door swing shut. 

"Beth my dear, you look great. This little punk here may have given you a few kids, but you still look amazing." He said as I heard the voice move across the room. Beth's mouth let go of my balls and her hand moved away from my cock. I could hear the faint sounds of people kissing and knew that his 'Richard' man was making out with my Beth. My cock could only jump in excitement as my stomach ached with regret.

"Seems this young thing needs to explore some sexual fantasies and wanted me to help out. I am always eager to help out a sexy woman like Beth here. Did she tell you about us, when we used to hook up?" He asked. I shook my head with a no. I could tell by his voice and his dialect that he was a black man. My cock jumped again at that realization.

"Me and this little used to rock it back in the day. She used to be a fire cracker." He said as he smacked her ass with a slap. 

"I told him we used to date, that is all." Beth said 

"Dated? Well I guess you could say that." He said as he walked over to me and removed my blindfold. Just as I guess, he was a tall black man. He must have been 6 foot 4 and at least 250 of muscle. Not exactly a guy I would want to anger. 

"Well I thought you would like to see who is about to fuck your wife man. Since you are a bit...tied up. I'll make sure she gets the proper fucking that she deserves, it's pretty obvious that you don't measure up in certain departments." He said as he looked down at my cock. Beth knelt back down and started to suck on my cock again. Richard looked over at her with a glare.

"Did I tell you to do that bitch? I told you that if we do this, then you are mine for the night, right? If you are so interested in sucking on something, come over here and suck on this." He said pointing down at his own groin area. It wasn't until that moment that I noticed he was holding a camcorder. I fixed my eyes on it as my wife slowly crawled over to him and started to undo his pants. "Oh you noticed that I am videotaping this? That's right man. I want to be able to watch this over and over again. I like watching myself get it on with hot sexy chicks like Beth here." He said as he focused the camera down on Beth's face as she pulled his cock from his pants. If I hadn't been so petrified and shocked, I would have gasped in awe myself at the size of this guy. He wasn't even completely hard and he was already twice as big me. Beth took the enormous cock in both her hands and slowly caressed it. She leaned forward a bit on the floor to be able to kiss the massive tool with her tongue. Slowly licking it from the base to the tip. As he came to full erection I would have to wager that he was at least 11-12 inches long and a good 3-4 inches in diameter. His cock looked like a huge dildo, much like the one I used to try and play with Beth with. She always complained that it was just too big. But I guess she was able to play with it all last week and should be able to play with this man's tool right now. As Beth's lips neared the top of his shaft she opened her mouth and proceeded to engulf it in her mouth. I sat there helpless as my wife of 10 years was sucking the huge shaft of a man who was about to fuck her, and I was helpless to do anything to stop it. 

"That's right, you know how to suck a real cock don't you slut" Richard said as he kept videotaping her. Beth kept her eyes closed as she slowly sucked the mammoth cock of Richard's. She was able to take much more than I thought she would in her mouth as her pouty lips stretched over the shaft as she engulfed it. Richard kept the camera on her the whole time she was sucking his cock. Finally he either was either about to explode or he just got bored, at any rate he changed up the situation. 

"I'm going to put this camera on a tripod over here in the corner of the room so I can get a good angle. You may stop sucking my cock now bitch" he stated as he turned his camera off and moved to the corner of the room to attach his camera to a tripod. I had said nothing up until this point to this man; I was half in shock that it was actually happening. I struggled to find some words for either one of them.

"I...I...Beth...what are doing? Why are you doing this? What are you going to let him do to you?" I managed to get out a flurry of questions as Beth sat on the floor next to the bed on her knees. She wiped a bit of spit away from her mouth that had crept down her chin while she had been sucking Richard. 

"Honey, you wanted this. You may not know it, but from what you said last month when we were discussing fantasies and what I have read online about this, you want this. I am doing this all for you because I love you, Richard will most likely bring me to several orgasms over the next hour or so. I want you to remember the look in my face when I am cumming. I want you to remember how loud I moan when he is fucking me. Then I want you to remember that you wanted this, you asked for this, you deserve this." She stated very calmly as Richard was setting up the camera. He opened up a bag he had brought in with him and pulled out another camera and began setting it up in another part of the hotel room. 

"Don't mind me cuck. I am just getting things set up for your wife's break out role. See part of me being here is that she has given herself to me. She is my slut slave and I am her Bull Master, yours as well if you care to look at it that way. By inviting me here she knows that she must submit herself to me in any way I wish, or suffer the consequences." He said as he went back to setting up the second camera in the corner to the left of the bed. 

"What consequences?" I asked, almost afraid to hear the answers.



How I Became a Cuckold Ch. 02



Dear Readers: Thank you for your feedback. Your suggestions about a locked door and the cuckold's chin-rest helped me make this story better.

*

It was several months after Jim's wedding that Carol and I had a frank conversation on the patio after several drinks and a joint. She had been depressed and now she seemed troubled, deep in thought. Then suddenly she asked me a question.

"Jerry, do you still fantasize about watching me fuck Jim?"

"Of course I do. Hell he fucked you for three years. He was here at least once a month. He always fucked you three times a night."

Carol chuckled. "Jesus, when you say it like that, it sounds like you were keeping score."

"I was keeping score," I said. "Shit! He was fucking you more than I was!"

Carol burst out laughing -- that musical, titillating laugh of hers, that had been so rare in the past few months. "Yeah, it was a lot of fucking. But don't forget that you jerked off every time -- that's a lot of pounding your pud, baby. Sometimes that pecker of yours got black and blue."

I laughed. She was right. And she was right about me fantasizing about Jim. I still remember that intense jealousy mingled with passionate sexual arousal - so hard for me to explain - but so very powerful when I felt it as I watched them. 

"You miss it, don't you?" Carol asked quietly -- serious now. 

"Yes I do. It still excites me when I think about you two fucking. Me laying right beside you - watching - and jerking off. God it excites me. I guess I'm a ... well you know ... "

"Is voyeur-cuckold the word you're looking for?"

"I think the word on the porn sites is voyeur-cuck."

"Oh! So you've been visiting porn sites?"

"Well ... yes. I didn't mention it but I have visited some in the last few months."

Carol nodded. "And you visit the ones where a guy is watching his wife get fucked?"

"Well ... yes ... but ..." 

"But nothing! Jerry, do you want to look for somebody else?" Carol chuckled, but I could see that she was serious.

"That's risky," I said. "We don't know anyone who is as close a friend as Jim was."

"What about a married guy?" Carol asked. "He'd have as much to lose as we would if our dirty little secret got out."

"Yeah, that might work."

"Look Jerry, I hate to say this, but you don't fuck me any more. After you watched Jim and me, you'd be banging me every night for a week before you slowed down. Then after Jim's next visit it was like the batteries in your balls got charged up again. Since Jim got married, you hardly fuck me at all. The last time was three weeks ago."

"You're right. Carol, I gotta tell you something embarrassing. I've been going on the web and getting turned on and then jerking off in the bathroom thinking about you and Jim. That's the sorry truth. That's the reason I haven't been fuckin you."

"Oh shit! We do have a problem -- dirty websites and bathroom masturbation and no fucking your wife. Jerry we've got to find someone to take Jim's place. You need it and I gotta get laid. Face it baby, I'm so horny that I'm gonna be easy meat if some guy hits on me. We gotta find somebody to replace Jim."

"Any suggestions?" I asked.

"Now that you ask, it happens that I do," said Carol. "You know Ray and Joan. We see them at the club a lot."

"Ray? You want to fuck Ray?"

"Well, he's a big hairy guy with big hands and you know what they say ... "

"Oh shit Carol! Surely you don't believe that old wives tale about a guy's dick being big if he's got big hands."

Carol laughed. "You never know. Why does everybody say it's true if it's not?"

"Has he made a pass at you?"

"Oh no. Never. But, he always looks at my tits at the club pool and, you know, Joan's got little tits, so maybe ..."

"Do you want to screw him? I mean, does he turn you on?"

"Not especially. He's a tall muscular guy with lots of body hair and that's kinda sexy. But what turns me on is you jerking off while you watch me getting laid. Watching me fuck Jim charged your batteries. You're a much better husband when your batteries are charged." 

I didn't say anything. She was making sense. It was clear that she needed to get laid as much as I needed to watch. And she's gonna spread her legs for somebody soon if I don't get her laid.

Carol looked at me slyly and chuckled. "You're getting turned on just talking about it. Aren't you?"

She got up and came over to my chair. She reached down and grabbed my crotch. I had half a hard on. She knelt down massaging it and said, "Think about laying next to me and Jim, and listening to those wet squishy sounds of a horny pussy getting what it needs."

Damn! She sure knew how to turn me on. I started to get harder.

"Imagine that it's Ray shoving the biggest cock you ever saw into me," she said.

I thought about that and got even harder.

"Your dick's getting hard as a rock. You're a voyeur-cuck! You'd like to watch Ray fuck me!" 

I sighed deeply, thinking of her trembling orgasms as I laid beside her and watched her lift her ass up to meet Jim's thrusts. 

"Shit! You got me drunk and made me say it. Yeah, I guess I would like to watch you fuck just about anybody."

Carol started laughing and shaking my hard dick. "So all we have to talk about is how to get Ray over here. Honey, if it makes you feel any better I'm starting to get horny too. My pussy is gettin' wet right now. Let's go inside. I need to get laid!"

We went into the house and fucked like newly weds. The next Saturday we were at the club pool hoping to see Ray. Carol put on the smallest bikini she could wear and still be respectable and we lucked out. Ray and Joan were there. 

"Honey, go talk to Joan. Distract her somehow."

I walked over and smiled. "You been playing any golf?" 

"Oh yes but that reworked 18th green is a real pain when they put the pin in the back right," Joan responded.

"It's the new slope they put on the upper level," I said. "Let me show you how to play it. Grab your robe and lets walk in that direction."

We put on our beach robes and walked over toward the 18th green, which was just across a narrow strip of water from the pool. 

"You see the trap closest to us?" I asked.

"Yeah," Joan responded.

"You need to land your ball behind it on the upper tier or chip up there. You can see the way the green slopes from here. Put the ball there and it'll roll right down close to the hole."

"Wow!" Joan said. "I can see it from this angle. Thanks Jerry, that's good advice."

We sat down on a bench looking out at the course and had a friendly conversation about golf, with me wondering all the time about Carol and Ray. Of course I didn't mention that Carol was over at the pool flashing her tits at Ray.

When we got back to the pool, Ray and Carol were sipping tall drinks, talking, and laughing. Carol joined me and we headed back to the locker rooms. In the car on the way home Carol told me what happened. 

"Ray kept sneaking looks at my tits so I asked him to rub on my lotion. I laid on my stomach and he unhooked my bikini top. He rubbed lotion on my back. Then when he rubbed it on my sides he sneaked a feel of my tits. I laughed and told him his hands felt good but he'd better not let Joan see him do that. He's got really big hands."

I nodded. "Enough with the big hands already. So you think he's interested."

"I know he's interested. We got a couple of drinks and sat there and talked. I asked if he smoked pot."

"What did he say?"

"He said that he liked a joint now and then, but Joan wouldn't get close to the stuff so he had to smoke somewhere else. I told him both you and I liked pot and he was welcome to join us any evening he could get away. He seemed real interested and said that Friday night was his lodge night when he always went out alone. That's when I said it."

"Said what?" I asked.

"I said something like, 'Well, with a little booze and a little pot and the three of us getting really high, you never know what might happen.' His eyes just lit up and then he looked down at my tits. I threw my shoulders back, smiled, and let him look. He smiled from ear to ear." 

"Sounds like you got him hooked," I said. "Did you invite him next Friday?"

"I did and he said yes. Now Jerry, are you sure you want to go through with this? If he comes over to our house, he's gonna fuck me."

"I'm sure! Are you sure?"

Carol laughed. "If you weren't driving I'd show you my pussy. It's wet. But remember honey, he's not Jim. Jim treated you nice. Ray might treat you a lot different. I hope you can handle that. I went on some of your websites and I saw a lot of bulls. I think Ray might turn out to be a bull. And bulls don't go easy on cucks."

The week went by very slowly. Carol and I fucked a lot and talked a lot. She kept reminding me that Ray might be different from Jim. Finally Friday night arrived and with it -- promptly at seven o'clock -- Ray pulls into the drive. Carol and I decided to use the family room. There was a soft rug on the floor. We had the lights down and the music soft. Joints and booze were ready. 

Carol was wearing a miniskirt -- thigh high -- and a tank top. No bra or panties. Spike heels, of course, to make her legs look great. She had that horny look on her face and I could tell she was eager to spread her legs. I had on the usual sport shirt and slacks as did Ray. 

The first drink and joint went well. We laughed and told a few off-color stories. Then Carol asked Ray to dance and snuggled up close. He didn't reach for her ass so we had another drink and more grass and she danced with him again. This time she rubbed her pussy on his leg and he played with her ass when he thought I couldn't see him. The third dance was the charm. When he reached for her ass Carol said it plain.

"It's okay Ray. Jerry likes to watch."

With that Ray started to play with her ass and reached for her tits. Carol stepped back and whipped off the tank top saying, "These are what you want to see!"

Then she started to unbutton his shirt and when that came off she reached for his belt. He took off his pants and shorts. Carol was right about the hands. He had the largest cock I had ever seen in my life. It got hard real fast. It had to be close to ten inches. I was staring at it so hard that I didn't even see Carol step out of her miniskirt and pose naked in spike heels for Ray's pleasure. 

Ray's eyes moved slowly over her body. Carol has a magnificent body. Five six, 115 pounds, big firm tits with large nipples and a big, thick, hairy beaver at the apex of fabulous legs. Her skin is bronzed from the sun except where a tiny bikini left her breasts and butt creamy white. Just a strip of white skin above her beaver stretching around to the twin white triangles on her ass.

I felt those familiar emotions again -- just like with Jim: the sexual turn-on and the jealousy. He was gonna to fuck her and I was gonna to watch him do it. I was almost trembling with eagerness. 

Carol laid down in the middle of the rug and spread her legs wide, knees up in the air. I could tell she was horny because her pussy was dripping wet and her big inner pussy lips were hanging out and spread. She had been looking forward to this fuck and that turned me on even more.

Ray stood there naked with that big cock sticking straight out. He was a muscular, hairy man just over six feet. He looked down at her wet pussy and wasted not a second dropping to his knees between her legs. Carol grabbed that enormous cock and guided it into her pussy, looking over at me when she did it, and silently mouthing 'I love you.' Then she lifted her ass as he shoved that monster in deep.

"Oh my God!" Carol cried as he entered her. "Oh Jesus it's big! Fuck me!"

Ray started to pound her hard. He was a strong man. Carol's eyes were clenched tight and her body arched as she lifted her tits up to that hairy chest. I stripped and lay on the rug next to her -- my erection was rock hard. As I stroked it I realized it was less than half the size of Ray's mammoth organ and I wondered what Carol was feeling taking that big ten inch cock deep. His huge low hanging balls were slapping her ass.

Ray was not gentle. He pounded her hard. She reached over and grabbed my hand and squeezed it tight, just like when she was fucking Jim. I had my dick in my other hand jerking off and before I knew it I was ejaculating gobs of goo onto my belly. Damn, I thought, that was fast. Watching her get fucked really turns me on. God I needed this! 

I turned her head toward me and she opened her eyes briefly but she just stared off into space seeing nothing. She was pumping her ass furiously and suddenly she started to tremble and groan and I knew that her orgasm had begun. It was a long one. When it was over she just laid there quietly for a minute, then she turned toward me, smiled, and winked. Ray just kept pounding her with the same rhythm, his eyes closed, his teeth clinched tight. Then Carol's smile slowly changed and her eyes glazed over. She started to hump her hips and moan.

"Oh my God! I can't help it. I'm gonna come again." Her nails squeezed into my hand and she started pumping her ass furiously. She really needed this fuck! God this was good for her! I got hard again immediately. All three delicious emotions racked my body -- the painful jealousy in my gut, the fierce arousal in my groin, and the total helplessness in my head. All I could do was lay there, watch my wife get fucked, and play with my dick.

Ray started to grunt like an animal and his rhythm changed. He pounded deeper into Carol's pussy and I knew he was pumping a big load deep inside her. Carol's body started to tremble with her second orgasm only a couple of minutes after her first. Ray collapsed on her sweating body and then rolled off and she just laid there, legs spread wide, gasping for air. 

Then I did something I had only seen on porn sites. I rolled over between Carol's legs, my face just above her pussy. Carol has a really big pussy -- Jim had used it hard for years -- and this bull had just now stretched it out. Her pussy lips were gaping wide and I saw massive globs of thick, creamy white semen dripping out of her. I buried my face in that sticky wetness and started to suck up his cum. I lifted up her ass with my hands and pushed my tongue deep inside her, sucking out the delicious mixture of their juices. Then I took each big inner pussy lip into my mouth and sucked it clean. 

When both her pussy lips were clean I sucked the juice out of that rim of curly hair that came down from her thick, hairy beaver and surrounded her pussy and then I moved down to her asshole where a generous amount of Ray's cum had collected. Licking that out, I shoved my tongue into her and felt her hands grip my head tightly. She humped and groaned as my tongue slipped in and out of her asshole. Finally, I put my chin on the "cuckold's chin-rest" between her asshole and pussy and slowly sucked out the rest of Ray's cum. I licked that big gaping pussy until it was completely clean.

Ray watched patiently until I finished, and then he stood up and pulled Carol to her feet and they walked naked into the master bedroom. He closed the door and when I heard him lock it, sick jealousy gripped my gut. Oh sweet Jesus, I can't do a damn thing. I ran over and put my ear to the door and heard muffled talking. Then Carol laughed. Ray said something I couldn't understand and Carol started to giggle. 

What the hell was that bastard telling her that was so funny? Ray mumbled something else and this time Carol burst out in loud musical laughter. Shit! I thought, what the hell is he saying. My hard cock started to throb. Ray kept talking and Carol kept laughing for some time. Then there was a long silence until suddenly I heard her yell.

"I can't do that. I've never done that!"

Oh my God I thought. What the hell is he doing to her? He mumbled something and she started to chuckle. 

"Okay, but just a little and stop if I tell you to," she said.

I heard them move in the bed. Then I heard Carol cry out.

"Oh my God! Oh! Ahhh!"

Then I heard rhythmic movements in the bed. What the hell was happening to my wife? I was masturbating furiously as I listened to them have sex. Shit! I was gonna come again -- and I did, squirting my juice on the locked door, wishing I could watch whatever the hell they were doing.

When my orgasm was finished I heard her cry out again. "Oh yes. Yes! Just that way! Oh God Ray I love it!"

He was pounding her slowly and rhythmically and I heard Carol start to moan softly and encourage Ray to keep doing it the same way. My ear was to the door and my dick got hard again and I masturbated. Whatever he was doing, she liked it and I felt helpless. They did it for ten or fifteen minutes and the only thing I could do was play with my dick. Then, with pictures in my head of what they might be doing, I felt my balls tingle and lift up and I ejaculated again onto the door. 

That horny bastard was having his fun with her, but Carol was having her fun too. I thought about that hairy bastard in bed with my naked wife behind that locked door and my dick started to get hard again and I played with it. I remembered the cucks I'd seen on that website. This is what they do. I played with my dick and waited helplessly for Ray to finish her off. Her orgasm, when it came, was loud and long. He came along with her, grunting like an animal as before. 

Then there was silence marred only by heavy breathing. Finally, he mumbled something to her and she started laughing again. Every time I heard that titillating laugh I felt painful jealousy in my gut. They laid in bed talking and laughing for a half hour while I stood outside with a hard on. At last they came out of the bedroom arm in arm.

"I told you you'd like it," Ray said.

"I didn't believe you," Carol replied. "I thought it would hurt. But you were so gentle. Damn it was good!"

Carol was covered with sweat and Ray's massive cock was soft now, hanging down, and swinging as he walked. His dick was much bigger than mine even when he was soft. He was finished with her now and I felt embarrassed that my erection was still sticking straight out and throbbing. I knew it looked silly. Ray glanced at it briefly and chuckled. 

Carol came over to me and kissed me on the cheek and said "Thank you baby," just like after she fucked Jim. But Ray was not Jim. Ray was a bull. And he was hung.

"I better get going," Ray said glancing at his watch. "Lodge is letting out about now."

He dressed and walked to the door. Then he turned to me. "Do you want me to come back next Friday?"

"Well ... " I hesitated, wanting to say something about that locked door.

"Yes we want you to come back next Friday," said Carol enthusiastically, as she joined Ray at the door. 

Ray knew why I hesitated so he said to me, "Okay, but understand something. I'll let you watch me fuck her once but then we're gonna have our private fun behind that locked door. Understand?"

Carol was standing next to him, still naked, and he put his arm around her waist and then moved his hand down and began to caress a creamy white triangle of skin on her ass. 

I paused. Finally I nodded. Feelings of helplessness and humiliation flooded my body.

"Do you agree?" Ray asked more forcefully.

I paused. "Yes, I agree," I said weakly, realizing that he wanted to make me say it in front of Carol, like a helpless cuckold. As I said it, Carol started to giggle. Shit! The horny bitch was looking forward to it. Ray patted her naked ass before he walked out the door.

After he left, I turned to Carol. "What the hell did he do to you in there?"

"He told me not to tell you," she replied. 

"Not to tell me? No way! Tell me!"

"I can't tell you. It's private."

"Tell me!"

Carol chuckled. "You were listening at the door weren't you?"




How I Became a Cuckold Ch. 02



Part 2: Kristen, Catherine and Dave

When I woke up that morning, I knew Kristen was already awake because I couldn't feel her next to me in our bed. But never would I have imagined what I was going to see when I woke up....

I left the room, stretching my arms and yawning , then went straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast like I usually do every morning without realizing what was going on in the living room. 

It was when I was about to sit down at the table to eat my cereals that I saw my girlfriend kissing a brown-haired young girl. She was sitting on the sofa kissing the girl to her left and stroking Dave's cock with her left hand. 

I suddenly felt jealous and angry that I wasn't taking part of this. I was excited to see Kristen kissing another girl for the first time. I always fantasized about watching my girlfriend experimenting sex with another girl.

Kristen always dreamed about having a "everything goes" gangbang, where everyone would fuck the shit out of everyone no matter what their gender or orientation is. She is willing to try new things, and having sex with a girl is something she always wanted to do.

When she noticed I was staring at them, she looked at me while she was still kissing the girl and made a "come here" sign with her finger.

"Sit on the floor and watch us. You are not allowed to talk and you are not going to touch your penis at all," Kristen told me. "You will do whatever we ask you, or you will not be allowed to watch us"

I did what she told me and sat on the floor. I wasn't wearing anything else than my black boxers. I was already having a hard-on and it was actually very hard not to caress my penis while watching them. 

The brown-haired girl was named Catherine and she was 19 years old, just like Kristen. She was actually a co-worker of hers. She was about the same height and weight as my girlfriend. She had shoulder length brown hairs and brown eyes. She had a very nice body... Small boobs (around 34B). She was cute as hell and I couldn't stop imagining her taking my hard cock down her throat. I wanted to taste her juice and make my wife jealous. But I couldn't do anything at all...

She was one of the most beautiful young girls I had ever seen, pretty much the girl you fantasize on in high school. 

When she looked at me with her beautiful brown eyes and smiled, I felt my heart squeeze for a second, just like if I had found love.



When she saw me smile back at her, she blinked her right eye and took off her shirt. Kristen was now deeptroating and gagging on Dave's cock. Catherine took off Kristen's top and started licking her tits and kissing her belly. 

My cock was so hard I could feel my heart beat on the tip of my glans, and the feeling was so good I thought I was going to cum. But I never did.... Still, the feeling was awesome. 

Put yourself in my place for a second... Get naked, turn on one of your favorite porno and watch it until the end without ever touching your penis. You will see how hard it is, but how god damn good it feels.

They both took turns sucking his cock and his balls, they even did the sandwich thing, where both of their lips were around his 9 inch stick at the same time. Dave had both his hands behind his head and was sitting on the couch like if he was just relaxing. He looked at me and said:

"Your girlfriend is doing good! She's a good little slut. And you will not touch her today. In fact, you are not going to be touching anyone at all for now, not even your small white cock!." 

Both girls looked at me and laughed. I felt humiliated, but I enjoyed it.

Dave stood up and bent over in front of Kristen who understood what Dave wanted her to do. She bent over and started licking his asshole and Catherine was licking his balls at the same time. 

After a while, Catherine went behind Kristen and started licking her asshole real fast. She made circles with her tongue, she kissed it and tongue-fucked her anus.. That made me even hornier and started feeling inside my boxers some pre-cum spitting out from my cock

The girls were now kissing passionately, having a taste of each other's ass and also Dave's. 

Dave then pushed Catherine away from Kristen like the dominant male he is and forced her doggy style and was now getting her ass ready to meet his huge cock by spitting on it and fingering it slowly. He played with her ass inserting up to 3 fingers at a time. Catherine was eating Kristen's vagina and playing with her clit. Kristen was massaging her co-worker's hairs.

After a few minutes of ass stretching, Catherine asked me to come spit in her asshole and told me to come kiss her afterwards so I stood up and did as she asked. Catherine grabbed my head and started kissing me passionately.

"That's it baby, kiss her like if she was me and taste her ass," Kristen said.

Boy did that turn me on. I was about to start masturbating my rock-hard cock but Catherine took my hand and put it on Dave's cock instead.

"If you have a penis to stroke, it's going to be Dave's," she told me.

I took his penis with my hand and started stroking his cock while kissing Catherine. Kristen stood up, took my head and had me lick Catherine's wet pussy. Then, I saw Catherine spreading her asshole so I lift my eyes to see what was going on, and saw Dave's penis slide into her hole. He was fucking her asshole while I was licking her pussy, so most of the times, I was licking both his shaft and her pussy. 

I could hear Catherine moan like crazy, like if she was going to explode in pleasure. I was still licking her pussy when I felt a few drops of her squirt and his pre-cum drop into my mouth, but I was so excited that I didn't care. Kristen was watching and rubbing her clit, saying things like "don't you like that big black cock inside your ass you little slut" or "that's it, fuck her ass harder".

Dave was fucking Catherine's ass violently. It looked like he had absolutely no respect for her and was just using her ass as a cum emptying tunnel and spanking her. But Catherine was enjoying every bit of it.

He then spread her ass and took his cock out, revealing a huge pink gap. He then forced my mouth open and started fucking my mouth and I could taste Catherine's ass out of his black cock. He then took turns between her ass and my mouth, like you see in porn movies. I enjoyed it very much so I pulled his cock out of her ass and started licking the inside of her anus.

"I am going to cum!" Catherine yelled. A few seconds later, I could see her pussy squirt juice all over the sofa. She looked at Kristen and said:

"This feels so good! It's your turn now!"

Catherine switched position with Kristen, and Dave started fucking her pussy real fast. He took some lube out, applied some on his cock and her ass, and slid his penis inside her ass. It got in easier this time, and he fucked her ass passionately as I was licking Catherine's asshole like if it was ice cream.

Then Dave let out a huge moan and came inside Kristen's ass. Her hole was covered with his cum and Catherine immediately came to her and ate his cum out of her ass. Then, Kristen and Catherine kissed and they all laughed at me.

"Poor little boy! You can cum in my mouth now, " Catherine said. I stood up, looked at her pretty eyes, took my boxers off and started jerking off. 

It didn't take more than 10 seconds before I exploded all over her face, hair and eyes. They all looked surprised to the amount of cum that came out of me, but Kristen came to me and cleaned her friend's face by licking all the cum that was covering her. 

I put my clothes back on and left for work, leaving both girls with Dave behind who were just going to have sex all day long....



How I Became a Cuckold Ch. 02



For part two of my retelling, we find myself, my wife, and her ex-boyfriend from 10 years ago in a hotel room. Beth had brought me there thinking that I wanted to watch her have sex with another man. She had called an ex-boyfriend from years back to help her out. Things didn't go exactly as planned and that is where we find ourselves now...

"Well funny you should mention that. I think I will let your slut wife tell you what will happen if she doesn't submit to me completely. Go ahead bitch, tell your cuck." He said looking her dead in the eye. 

"Must I?" Beth asked with shame in her voice.

"Don't make me tell you again!" he shot back.

"Honey, as I told you earlier I have known Richard since before we met. I haven't gone out with him since you and I started dating and got married. But remember I told you that I used to be a bit more outgoing and more flirtatious? Well there is a reason why I haven't been in a long while." She said with her head hanging a little lower.

"Whatever it is Beth, we can work through this. I still love you." I said trying everything I could to end this before it got started.

"When I met Richard I was a bit of a partier. I was hanging with some pretty hardcore partiers and I just went along with them. One night I was at a party and really drinking a lot. I woke up the next morning in a bedroom in the house we were parting at. I was alone, but completely naked. There was a TV in the room facing the bed with a note on it. I quietly and cautiously got up and wrapped the bed sheet around my body as I read the note. It read 'thanks for the awesome night, press play and watch ALL the footage'. I pressed play on the dvd player and the picture on the screen was one of the same rooms I was in. As I watched I saw myself come in the room with two guys I didn't recognize. I watched the screen as they took all my clothes off and proceeded to both fuck me. I kept watching the TV as the scene unfolded and I listened and watched as I fucked both these guys and screamed out in pleasure as they make me cum. Once they were done I watched as they dressed and left the room, leaving me lying on the bed naked and wet with their cum. It was then that I noticed the sheet I was using to cover my naked body was covered in dried cum. My hair, my face, my tits, my entire body it seemed had dried cum on it." Beth said as she climbed from the floor and sat on the edge of the bed where I was now tied spread eagle. 

"The TV continued to show the room and then showed another couple of guys enter the room. The three new black guys took their pants off and all fucked me as well. At one point in the time the video showed all three of them "in me" at the same time. I didn't remember anything that I was watching on the screen. But it was clear that it was me and I was enjoying myself. These three men fucked and had their way with me for what seemed 30 minutes before they had each cum twice either on me or in me. My stomach was in knots as I watched this video. I had just watched a video of myself fucking 5 men, three being black men. I ran down the hallway of this strange house and into the bathroom and vomited in the toilet. I went back into the room and found what was left of my clothes from the night before." Beth continued. I was completely shocked as she told this story of her first meeting Richard. I had never known my wife of 10 years had some such things. Together she and I had at our most daring, had sex out in the living room instead of the bedroom. Listening to her talk about her risqué adventure that night had me completely confused as to who she was. I loved her, and yet I was completely turned on as she continued to retell the story of that night. 

"Once I had gotten dressed with what I could find of my outfit, I grabbed the dvd that I had watched and headed down stairs and into the living room of the strange house I was in. There were still several people passed out all about the house as I made my way to the front door. I left that house hoping to never have to think about that night again, and I walked to the nearest bus stop to go home. Once I was back at my apartment I broke the dvd into 5 different pieces and threw it away." 

"That was a long time ago honey, that was before we met." I said, trying to console her. 

"That ain't the whole story is it?" Chimed in Richard with a small grin on his face. "Tell him the rest of the story."

"There is more?" I asked looking to Beth.

"Yes, there is." She said hanging her head low in shame. It was obvious that Richard had some sort of control over Beth. I never knew her to be so submissive to someone.

"A week went by and I tried to put the visions of what I saw on that video out of my head and move forward. But I got a phone call from Richard. He said he was watching the video of that night and needed to ask me something. He wanted to know if I wanted the contents of that video mailed to everyone I knew. He said that while I was being ravaged throughout the night, he went through my phone and got numbers for everyone. He said he had spent the week calling people and getting address for them. Telling them all that I had joined some stupid group at the college and that he had to confirm the mailing address that I had listed for each person." 

"I did too. I wanted to make sure she was mine" Richard said as he started plugging in the power to the cameras and getting the lighting right for the room. 

"I asked him what he wanted. He said that if I wanted the video to remain a secret that I had to do just what he wanted. I had no choice but to agree. So without going into too much detail, over the next few months Richard would call me and set up dates with people he knew. He called them Clients. Each date would consist of me showing up at a certain place and time and going out with a "client", then letting them fuck me before dropping me back off at the meeting point." She said, nearly breaking out in tears when she said that they all fucked her. "He pimped you out as a whore?" I asked in shock. 

"That's right man. I had her on the hook for about 3 months before people got a little tired of her and wanted someone else." Richard said as he finished messing with the cameras and walked back over to Beth. Beth was in tears now, having just had to tell her husband that she was a prostitute when she was younger.

"I'm so sorry Dave; I never wanted you to know about that part of my past." She said crying on her knees in front of Richard. 

"Well, you might have wanted that to remain a secret, but your man sure liked your story." Richard said pointing to my cock. I was as hard as I was on our honeymoon. My wife looked at my cock and then to my eyes. She didn't understand why I would still have a rock hard cock after hearing that story about her depravity as a youth. 

"I'm sorry Beth, that story did make me horny. I love you more than anything. But hearing you talk that way made me pretty excited." I said with a confused look on my face. 

"Well, you won't have to try and image what a slut your woman is. In a moment, you will see first-hand what a screaming slut she can be. I am willing to bet that she will be begging me to fuck her before I am finished with her." Richard said as he finished undressing. 

"Never you prick!" Beth said with venom in her words. "I'll never submit to you anymore. He knows the truth now and he is the only one I would ever want to keep that secret from now."

"Oh really?" Richard asked. "So you wouldn't mind me sending that video to your sister? Or your parents? Or you boss?" 

There was a noticeable silence in the room before Beth spoke.

"My husband is more important than anyone else. If you must send that video out, I will deal with the consequences. But I will never submit to you." she said, again hanging her head in shame. 

"I believe her." I said as I looked at Richard. "I know everything now; I still love her and will always love her. You don't have power over her anymore." 

"Oh really? Then why are we all here? Why are you all tied up and why was she just sucking on my cock? I am willing to wager that she will submit to me. In fact, I would be willing to wager that if she doesn't submit to me that I'll give her the copy of the video I have along with the original, plus all the footage from tonight's little session. But if she does submit to me, then I get all rights to the footage of tonight, as well as rights to the footage from 10 years ago. Plus I get to have her as my little bitch again for my "clients" until I get tired of her again." 

Both Beth and I looked at each other the moment he said that he would use her again as his whore. We both looked at each other with fear in our eyes as he said that. Then a calming came over her face as she bowed her head and replied to Richard.

"No. I will not submit to you, the bed is good. If my husband so wishes I will service you tonight and then you will leave us alone forever." She said looking back to me for approval. 

"Yes. She will service you tonight and prove to you that she is submissive to me and not you. If at any time I tell her to stop then she will stop and untie me and we will leave." I told Richard.

"Dude! You have no idea what you are getting yourself into." Richard said as he laughed to himself. "Alright so I will fuck this pretty little number, and if you tell her that you want this to stop, then I will pull out and untie you myself." He said with such confidence that I felt like I had just signed my life away. I began to wonder myself if Beth could resist him once he got going. But I trusted her.



How I Became a Cuckold Ch. 02



"Tell me!"

"You were listening and jerking off for an hour, weren't you?"

"Yes I was jerking off. But, please, Carol, tell me. Please." I was almost whimpering now. 

"How many times?"

"Well ... "

"How many times did you jerk off?"

"Three times."

"He said you would be imagining all sorts of things we were doing. The way he talked about you jerking off was funny. He said you'd just keep pounding your pud till it got black and blue. He said you would turn on big time. Did you?"

"Well ... Yes, I did. Please Carol. Please tell me what he did to you."

"He said it would be better if I didn't tell you because you'd have more sexual pleasure if you didn't know."

She reached down and started to stroke my cock. Then she pulled me down on the rug and lay down beside me. 

"Did you have fun?" Carol asked.

"Yes."

"Even when you couldn't see what he was doing to me?"

"Yes." She kept stroking my cock.

"Do you want to stroke it or do you want me to?" Carol asked, still stroking my cock.

"I'll do it," I said and started to masturbate for the fourth time that night. Carol played with my balls and whispered in my ear about the size of Ray's cock and how big his balls were and how good it felt to have sex with him and before I realized it my cum was shooting in the air and falling back on my belly.

"We're gonna have fun this week," Carol said, laughing. "We're gonna wear that little pecker out. Then next Friday I'm gonna get that big one shoved into me again. God that was a good fuck. Ray's dick is good for me. And I really had fun in the bedroom."

"What the hell were you laughing about so much when you went in there?" I asked. 

"You'll get mad."

"Damn it! Tell me," I said. "I'm already mad."

"He was making jokes about how little your dick was," Carol said, chuckling. "What he said was so funny I had to laugh." 

"You were laughing at my dick?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. 

"He said it so funny. He kept calling it your teensy pecker," Carol said laughing as she said it. "He said all cucks have teensy peckers." Then she giggled again.

"Shit! He called me a cuck?"

"Well, of course he called you a cuck," Carol said, laughing. "What do you expect? You jacked off watching him fuck your wife and then you ate his cum out of my pussy. That's what cucks do, for God's sake. I love you. I love you a lot, but face it honey, you're a cuck!" Then she started to laugh that sweet musical laugh that had driven me crazy when I heard it coming from the bedroom.

She was right of course. I was a cuck.

"But he said nice things about you too," Carol said with a chuckle. 

"What did he say that was nice?" I asked.

"He said you were an expert at eating cum out of a pussy. He said you got my pussy so clean it looked like I hadn't even been fucked." Then she giggled. She was so happy tonight - laughing and giggling like a little girl. 

"And you liked the taste of his cum when you cleaned up after him didn't you?" she asked.

"Well ... a ... yes ... I liked his cum."

"And you liked looking at that big dick didn't you?"

"Yeah, but not half as much as you liked getting fucked with it," I said. "Hell, he made you come twice before he came once! Jim never did that."

"You're right, baby, but Jim didn't have a ten inch dick. I love that big thing. He's gonna get all the pussy he wants. But you're the one who's gonna get a chance to suck it next week," she said and started to laugh again. 

"Then you'll see how big it really is. That's another thing we were laughing about in there -- talking about you trying to get that big cock into your mouth." She laughed loudly and reached over and traced her finger around my lips.

"Suck his dick? No way!"

"He said next week he was gonna make you get him ready to fuck me," she said and kept on laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world. "He said you'd do it because you're a cuck."

"I won't suck his dick." I pictured that big hard penis, with a big blue vein running down the top toward that huge purple head.

Carol reached down and stroked my cock. "Your dick's getting hard again, thinking about it. You're gonna suck that big cock to get him ready." She said, chuckling. 

She leaned over and whispered in my ear. "He's a bull, baby. You know I want to fuck him and you have to get him ready for me. Just hold that big thing in your hand and lick that purple head, then gradually take it into your mouth as deep as you can and tickle it with your tongue." She laughed softly. She was having fun.

Oh my God! That bastard's gonna make me do it, I thought. I saw myself on my knees sucking that big cock with Carol laughing and urging me on. Suddenly I felt very aroused and I reached down and started to masturbate again as Carol massaged my testicles. She kept whispering in my ear about sucking his cock and I got hotter and hotter.

"You see baby? It turns you on," she whispered in my ear. "That's what a cuckold likes to do. Get the stud ready to fuck his wife. You're gonna suck that big cock and get him ready. When you suck him baby, remember to reach down and feel how big his testicles are -- they're huge. They carry a big load. You know how big it is -- you ate it, remember? As you hold his balls in your hand think about how he's gonna pump that load into your sweet loving wife while you jerk off watching him fuck me. I've told you how much I like that big dick -- I love it -- I need it - and you can think about that while you watch his hairy chest tickle my tits. Then think about eating his cum again."

As she whispered in my ear and played with my balls I felt the semen rising up my cock and then dribbling out and down my hand. Shit! It doesn't shoot any more because I've jerked off so much tonight. She's drained me dry talking about fuckin' her bull. My dick will be black and blue tomorrow.

She's right though. Thinking about sucking that massive cock really does turn me on. I'm a cuck -- a voyeur-cuck! She won't tell me what he did to her behind that locked door and somehow it's more exciting not knowing. It makes me feel helpless and powerless and vulnerable and horny and jealous all at the same time. She gonna fuck that hairy bastard and he's gonna make me do a hell of a lot more things than Jim ever did. Shit! That bull can make me do the things I've seen on those porn websites! With my sexual needs and desires he can make me do anything he wants. He owns me. I'm a full-fledged voyeur-cuck now and I enjoy it.

*

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How I Became a Cuckold Ch. 03



It was Saturday morning and I was hung over. I drank a lot after Ray left last night, thinking about Carol and him doing what ever the hell they did behind that locked bedroom door. She had refused to tell me. It was "private" she said. Private hell! I'm her husband. Okay, so I like to watch her get laid, but that doesn't mean I didn't want to know what that horny bastard does to her when he gets her alone. 

A hair of the dog that bit me -- a double shot of good vodka straight, then some tomato juice and a shower. I felt better. Standing there in the bathroom taking a leak, I looked down at my dick. Jesus! There were bruises from all that jerking off last night. Carol stepped out of the shower and saw me examining myself.

"I told you you'd have bruises on your pecker," she said and chuckled. "But you had a damn good time, didn't you baby."

"Yeah, I had a good time. You had a good time too. I haven't seen you laugh and giggle so much since you quit fuckin Jim. You were so down after he got married, but I think that's over now."

Carol smiled. "You're right, baby, I had a wonderful time. Did I remember to say thank you? I'll say it again. Thank you. And I love you."

She walked over and melted into my arms, still wet from the shower. We kissed, standing naked in the bathroom, and I looked at our image in the mirror. We were a good couple. Happy together. We had a nice house in a San Diego suburb and I made good money. For several years my best friend Jim had provided the spark that turned on sex for both of us. I liked to watch and Carol was turned on by being watched.

Neither of us had done well after Jim got married, but now we may have found a new guy to take his place. Ray was a lot different from Jim. Carol called him a "bull" and last night he had rung her bell big time and I had enjoyed watching them. But then he had insisted on private time with her, behind a locked bedroom door. That upset the hell out of me, even though I discovered that listening and not knowing turned me on as much as watching. 

We dressed and sat on the patio having coffee and English muffins. Then we sipped bloody Marys. Maybe now Carol would answer that question.

"Tell me what Ray did to you in the bedroom that you enjoyed so much?"

Carol smiled. "I told you I was not going to answer that question. If I'm gonna fuck this dude long term, like both of us want and both of us need, then I'm gonna need some private time with him."

"You didn't have private time with Jim," I said.

"Well ... " Carol paused, looking down at her lap.

"Well what?" I asked.

She looked off to the side and brought her knuckles to her mouth in thought, for over a full minute. What the hell was she thinking? Finally she sighed and looked back at me as if she had made a really big decision.

"Well, actually I did," she said.

"Did? Did what?" I asked, puzzled.

"I did have private time with Jim," she said very seriously. I could see she was nervous and scared.

"What the hell are you talking about?" This was something new.

"Darling I love you. I hate keeping secrets from you. But I had to keep that one. I knew I had to tell you some day and I guess this is the day."

Suddenly I felt the cramping pain of jealousy in my gut. "You fucked him when I wasn't here?"

"Yes I did. You make a couple of business trips every month. When you were gone, Jim came down to see me."

I sat there stunned. "You were fucking him a couple of times a month when I wasn't here?"

"Yes."

"You were in our bed with him, naked, every night when I called home?" 

"Yes."

"And after you finished talking to me on the phone you rolled over and spread your legs for him?"

"Yes."

"And the next day you fucked him and then drove him to the airport? You dropped him off at departures and picked me up at arrivals? And when I got that big welcome home kiss your pussy was filled with his fresh cum?"

"Yes."

"And then a couple of weeks later, you drove me to the airport, dropped me off, picked up that son-of-a-bitch, took him home, and fucked his brains out for a couple of days?"

"Yes."

"For three years?"

"Yes."

I felt helpless jealousy sweep through my body -- physical pain in my gut -- sick nausea -- just like I'd been kicked in the balls. I had to keep control. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. 

"Carol, tell me about it?"

She composed herself. "When we fucked that first time, both of us knew something special had happened. You were on the road the next week and he came down to see me. And we ... well ... we fell in love. At least he fell in love with me and I thought I loved him too. This is hard to explain. I don't understand it myself so I can't expect you to. It was like I had two husbands."

"Two husbands?" My wife was telling me she fell in love with another man. This was unbelievable. I never suspected a thing. 

She just nodded her head. "Two husbands." I saw tears in her eyes. 

"Carol, just tell it slow. Tell me everything," I said calmly, even though what I really wanted to do was scream obscenities at her.

"For over two years, it was just like having two husbands. I slept with him just like I slept with you -- in the same bed. I felt love for him just like I felt love for you -- in the same house. I cooked for him just like I cooked for you -- eating at the same table. Down deep, I knew it couldn't go on forever, but I pretended that it would. Then he asked me to leave you and marry him."

Rage -- I felt it - furious rage. I fought to keep control. "Divorce me?"

"Yes."

"Marry him?"

"Yes."

"Shit! Some best friend!" I almost lost it then, but somehow I held on.

"When he proposed," Carol continued, "it jolted me back into the real world. I'd been living in a dream world. Two men were in love with me and I was in love with two men. It had been a wonderful, blissful, ecstatic dream. But his proposal woke me up. He said he couldn't go on the way we were. He said he would find someone else if I didn't leave you. Even as he said it I realized that you were the one I loved -- not him. You were my real husband. He was just a temporary lover." 

"So what happened? What did he say when you told him you loved me?" I asked.

"He said you were a cuckold. He asked me how I could love a cuckold. I thought about that. I really did think about that for a long time. He kept badgering me, every time he was here. Gradually I came to realize something that I had missed in all my silly, girlish dreaming about loving two men." 

"What was that?" I asked.

"When the three of us were together, he was nice to you -- but mainly he just tolerated you because of me. He preferred to be alone with me. But, I preferred having you with me, because, I was turned on by having you watch us. Yeah, you were a cuckold -- but I enjoyed being watched as much as you enjoyed watching. That's when I realized that our love was special. Not only were we deeply in love, but we were also perfectly matched - sexually! There is no way I could ever leave you. I need you." 

"Jesus," was all I could say. She didn't have to tell me this. I would never have known. She felt she had to tell me because she loved me so deeply. My anger began to melt away.

We sat in silence for a while, then, Carol continued. "You remember how things cooled off a bit during the last six months that we were seeing Jim?"

"Yeah, I never understood that."

"That's when he quit coming down so much while you were gone. And when he did come, it was mostly to argue with me to change my mind. That turned me off. He kept begging me until he found a gal to marry. I thought he decided too fast and now I'm worried because he was in love with me and she got him on the rebound."

"Well, don't ask me to worry about that son-of-a-bitch! Best friend! Shit!"

I got up and pulled Carol to her feet. I took her in my arms and kissed her lovingly. She kissed me back. Our bodies pressed together tightly. I held her close. We sat down again holding hands across the table silently for several minutes. Finally I told her my feelings.

"I love you all the more. Not many husbands have a wife who falls in love with a handsome lover who wants to marry her, and then decides she loves her husband more." 

"I do love you," she said simply. "And I need you. Sexually, I mean. And I owe you. I forgive you in advance for anything you ever do with another woman."

I chuckled as a new thought struck me. "You're not in love with Ray are you?"

Carol burst out laughing. "What you saw was raw sex, baby. Just raw sex! No, I don't love him and I'm not about to fall for him. I don't need him. But I do want to fuck him. And it turns me on to do it while you watch. It also turns me on to tease you as you listen to us play sex games behind a locked door. You know I'm gonna tell you what we do someday, but not yet."

"Let's go out to the club this afternoon and sit by the pool and get drunk," I said. 

"That sounds like a great idea."

It was mid-day by the time we got to the club. "How about a daiquiri," Carol asked. 

"Sounds good," I replied.

Just about the time we had our first toast, who did we see but Ray and Joan walking up to us smiling.

"Jerry showed me how to play that 18th green," said Joan to Ray as he helped her into a beach chair at our table. "He's a great golfer."

Ray smiled at Carol who smiled back, remembering, I suspect, fucking her brains out the night before. This is good, I thought. Staying friends with them is a good idea. Ray behaved as a perfect gentleman giving no clue of what we had done last night. 

We chatted for a while and sipped our daiquiris. Then Ray got up, apologized for leaving, and said he had a short meeting in the clubhouse. He was on the board of the club and had some committee business. 

Carol spread a beach towel out in the sun and started to work on her tan. This left Joan and me under the beach umbrella, drinking and chatting about golf. Carol was too far away to hear us, so I thought this might be a good time to find out more about Ray. 

"How long have you and Ray been married?" I asked.

"We got married right out of college. He played football. I tried out for cheerleader but, well, you know," she smiled and looked down at her small tits.

I chuckled. "Yeah sometimes the world's unfair. But you've got a handsome husband." 

"Yeah he sure is that. And he's personable, he knows everybody and everybody knows him. He's a great salesman for our company. Some people can't figure why he stays at home and to tell the truth it's sometimes hard to keep that hound dog on the porch. Take Mrs. Robinson over there for instance."

Joan nodded her head in the direction of a well built, blond, thirty-something gal on the other side of the pool, sipping her drink.

"Her name's not Robinson," I said, puzzled.

"I call her that because she stripped down buck-naked and showed herself to Ray last year -- it's a long story, but she wanted to screw him," Joan said laughing. "She didn't turn him on. He likes big tits but not if they sag." She shook her head from side to side laughing.

"Does he stray off the porch?" I tried to be casual but I really wanted to know and Joan had brought the subject up.

Joan looked at me and gave a serious answer. "I can't say for sure that he never has, but I can say for sure it won't be blatant. He knows what Daddy would do."

"Daddy?" I asked.

"Ray works for Daddy's company and when Daddy retires Ray will likely move up. I'm due to inherit half and my brother will get the other half." 

It was clear that she had no worry about her handsome husband. He was gonna stay on the porch, mostly.

Our conversation moved on to golf and to her trouble with the putter. I said she needed a new one. We had another daiquiri and swapped golf stories. She liked talking to me and I felt it would be a good thing to be friends. It was obvious she liked me.

When Ray finished his meeting he returned to the pool. By now Carol had gotten enough sun and the four of us sat around drinking and talking. Joan kept smiling at me. Jesus, I thought, she's interested.

When Carol and I got home, I told her about my conversation with Joan. When I finished Carol chuckled.

"Basically, she's got him by the balls. It sounds like she doesn't care if he screws around a little, so long as nobody knows, but -- what was the word she used?" 

"Blatant," I said. 

"Yeah," Carol said. "He'd better not be blatant. That's great news baby. We can use him any way we want -- he can't stand a scandal. He's our private, hairy, horny, sex machine."

All that week Carol and I were very sexually active. We screwed every night and she turned me on whispering in my ear. She knew exactly the things to say that excited me. I realized how right she was when she said that we were matched up sexually -- perfect sex partners. And we were in love.

Friday came at last and before we got out of bed, we fucked, with her whispering in my ear about me sucking his dick to get him ready. I had never done that before and I didn't know if I could, but I was starting to turn on, thinking about it. 

When Ray arrived about seven o'clock. Carol was dressed in a thigh high miniskirt, spike heels, with hose and garter belt, and a see-through blouse. We had a couple of drinks and a joint, then, Ray asked Carol to dance for us.

"Dance baby. Give us a show. Strip."

I watched my wife begin a sexy dance with Ray's eyes devouring her body. She stripped down to spike heels, hose, and garter belt. I watched Ray as much as I watched her and that familiar jealousy gripped my gut. It was matched by my mounting sexual arousal. That hairy, hung bastard was gonna fuck my wife again. She was eager to spread her legs for him and I was just as eager to watch her do it. I could see that big pussy of hers getting wet. Her big inner pussy lips were engorged and hanging down over two inches.

Jesus she was beautiful! Skin bronzed from the sun, milky white breasts -- gently swaying as she danced -- and that big, hairy beaver. It turned me on, as she showed her body to Ray. When I saw those beautiful, creamy, sun protected triangles on her ass, I thought of Ray's hands lifting her ass up to shove that big thing in deep. God! I was horny!

Ray unzipped his fly and took out that monster cock. Shit! I knew what he wanted.

"Okay Jerry. Get over here."

I walked across the room and stood before him, visibly trembling with anticipation.

"On your knees Jerry."

I dropped to my knees between his spread legs. Carol danced up close, keeping the slow sensuous rhythm of the music. I remembered what she had told me to do. I was very turned on now. I took hold of that thick dick and bent my head down. I could smell the pungent male scent of his genitals. Then I started to lick that big purple head. It had a musky taste.

"Take it in your mouth, baby," said Carol kneeling close beside me. "That's it. Now take more of it."

I did what she said, afraid that I would gag, but I was so turned on I didn't gag. Damn! It was big and thick. No way could I take even half of it. 

"Okay baby - you're doing great. Now move your head up and down, tickle it with your tongue, and start sucking."

I did what she said. It felt good. Then I heard her chuckle and tell Ray to show me how big it was. He put both hands on the back of my head, pulled me down, and lifted his hips. Damn! He just shoved that big thing up into my throat past my tonsils and kept pumping in and out like he was fucking me in the mouth - and I didn't gag. Shit! I thought -- this feels good. Saliva was dripping out of my mouth and running down his dick. When his dick was sloppy wet he pulled out of me, pushing me to the side on the floor, and moved toward Carol who was laying on her back on the rug. Then I got that familiar feeling of helpless humiliation as I watched the woman I loved eagerly spread her legs for another man. He started fucking her furiously and she urged him on.

"Oh yeah Ray! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

Both had gotten turned on watching me suck Ray's cock. I stripped and joined them on the floor and started masturbating heatedly. Before I realized it my cum was pumping up in the air and landing on my belly. I felt Carol tremble and come and then Ray pumped his load groaning like an animal. The three of us just lay there panting for air.

I tried to eat her pussy but Carol stood up, reached down and pulled Ray to his feet. Oh my God she was eager. Really horny!

"Come on baby. Let's get to bed. I need it. You gotta do it to me right now." She pulled him into the bedroom and, then, looking back at me lying on the floor, my own cum on my belly, she said, "Love you baby. Have your fun." Then she closed the door and locked it.

Shit! Just like last Friday! I got up and put my ear to the door. They were mumbling and giggling -- then I heard her loud musical laughter. Excruciating jealously gripped my gut and I was overwhelmed by helplessness and humiliation. She was laughing and eagerly urging Ray to "Do it."

"Do it just like last week baby I need it."

Then I heard her groan, "Oh ... Ahhh ... Ahhh ... Yeah! Just like that! Oh yes!"

What was that bastard doing to my wife? I leaned against the door masturbating. They did it for almost fifteen minutes before she started to grunt like an animal as he pounded her and then I heard the cries of her orgasm. Then they rested and started having sex again. It was just like last Friday, except, she was turned on more, by seeing me suck that big cock. After I ejaculated, I listened to them having sex and started to masturbate again. Listening to them talking and laughing and imagining what they were doing, I masturbated over and over for the next hour. I was gonna have a sore dick in the morning. 



How I Became a Cuckold Ch. 03



Part three of my retelling of how I was cuckolded by my wife continues. Beth and I had just made a deal with Richard that could get her the copies of the tapes from her youth and the footage that was about to be taped.

"I trust you," I said as I looked at Beth. She looked me in the eye and gave a brave smile and held her head up and looked to Richard. 

"Why don't you get that fine ass of yours up on the bed and let me see what having a couple of kids have done to that pussy of yours. Why don't you lay down right on top of your husband on your back." he said as he pointed to me and Beth began climbing onto the bed. She laid down directly on top of me with her ass right on top of my cock, pinning it to my stomach. I could do nothing but watch as my wife of 10 years climbed onto my body. My arms and legs were too securely tied to the bed for me to even try and struggle. Richard climbed onto the foot of bed and told Beth to spread her legs. She slowly parted them and I left him climb closer to her. I couldn't see what was happening; all I could do was hear the sounds of Richard lapping up her pussy. Beth enjoyed oral sex and I loved giving it to her. Richard must have been good because within a few minutes she was moaning.

"Go ahead and enjoy it Beth." I whispered into her ear as she laid on top of me. I felt her hips moving to let him have more access to her pussy. My cock was pinned under her body as she continued to moan louder and enjoy herself more. 

"I want you to enjoy this, just don't submit to him." I said as I felt her hands caressing my body under hers. I could hear Richard getting more aggressive with his tongue and could hear the sounds of it loudly slopping at her pussy lips. 

"yyyeesssss" moaned Beth as she started to rock her hips back and forth, enjoying what Richard was doing. 

"You like that don't you Beth?" Richard said. That was the first time he didn't refer to her in the negative. Before it was always bitch or slut. "You like what Richard can do for you huh?" he asked.

"hmmmmphhh. Yessssss." Beth moaned in response. "But I will never....submit to you. hmmmm" she continued.

"Oh yes you will" he snickered as he used his tongue to flick Beth's clit back and forth. She loved it so much, I could hear a loud gasp from her lips as she tensed a bit. Then she relaxed and continued to enjoy the situation.

For the next 10 minutes I had to lie on the hotel bed and listen to Richard eat Beth out. Her moans began to get more audible and frankly very loud. My own cock was struggling like crazy to free itself from beneath her body. I knew my cock was only inches away from her pussy, but right now Richards tongue was controlling her. Then it happened. I could feel Beth's body tense up and her right hand dug into my side as she took a deep breath and shuttered with a body racking orgasm. I have made Beth orgasm before, but never like this. I don't think I have ever felt her body so tense. With her right hand digging its fingers into my side, her left hand was on the back of Richards head pulling him in tight to her pussy. Her legs were now wife apart and her left leg was over Richard's right shoulder. As her orgasm hit its peak a loud scream came from Beth as she exhaled in complete ecstasy. 

"Tell me that didn't feel good?" Richard said as he came up for air after her orgasm slowly subsided. 

"Ohhh god. That was ama.....fine." she said. 

"Ha. You can lie all you want to your hubby, but your face tells me all I need to know." Richard said as he got to his knees on the bed. 

"I love you Beth." I said. Not really knowing why I said it, but it made Richard smile. 

"Now why don't you come over here and start to service this cock." Beth moved nearly immediately as Richard said this. She sat up on me, but kept my cock pinned down on my pelvic area as she leaned forward and took Richard's mammoth cock in her mouth.  

"Ahhh, just like I remember it. Ya know Dave, your wife used to be able to suck cock like a pro. I don't know how she does it with you, but some guys didn't even last 30 seconds when she got a hold of their cocks." Richard taunted me with words as I listened to Beth eagerly suck on his cock. The noises were reminiscent of some of the porn we would watch from time to time. She was always very gentle and quiet with me, but right now she was nearly attacking his cock and devouring it. Again my cock twitched like crazy to try and free itself. I was completely off the charts horny watching this site, but at the same time I had a knot the size of a basketball in my stomach having to watch it all transpire.

"Remember Beth, don't submit to him." I tried to remind her. Whether she heard me or not, I don't know. It was like she was in a trance. After 15 minutes of her sucking like mad at this man's enormous tool, he finally told her that he wanted to cum down her throat and watch as she immediately kissed me. He said that was stage one in her submitting to his control. I saw her momentarily stop sucking his cock, then went right back at it with fury. I watched from behind my wife as this man who I just met grabbed the back of my wife's head and held her tight to him as he face fucked her. He began thrusting in and out of her mouth, and placed his other hand behind her head. Grabbing her by the hair he ravaged her mouth with this cock. She just braced herself against him, placing her hands on his massive thighs.

"OH here it comes baby!" he said as he held her face against his groin, staring me in the eye. He then closed his eyes and let out a loud sigh. Beth could only brace herself as he emptied his load into her mouth, shot after shot. As he regained control, he pulled out of her mouth and let the final few shots of his load splatter across her face and run down onto her tits. He climbed off the bed as Beth just remained still. 

"Turn to your husband Beth. Turn to him and look him in the eye. Let him see what a slut you are." Richard said as Beth's own breathing started to slow and she regained composure of herself. She slowly began to turn around and face me. As she slowly slid off my cock and finally set it free from its entrapment. 

"See Dave, she loves Big Black Cock. I made sure to get some on her face. That will need to stay on her face until it dries out." He said as he milked the rest of the cum from his own cock and it dribbled out onto the hotel room floor. "Go give him a kiss. A nice sloppy wet kiss with lots of tongue." Richard taunted her. 

Beth slowly crawled forward on the bed, her sexy body slowly making its way to me. Tears were running down her face as she leaned down and gave me a peck on the cheek. 

"What was that?" Richard yelled out and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to him. "I said to give him a nice sloppy wet kiss with tongue. Now get to it." he said as he pushed her back down to me. She was crying now as she leaned back down to give me a kiss. I was frozen, I didn't know what to do. I was so focused on the cum on her face that I didn't turn my head as she planted a kiss on my lips. I instinctually opened my mouth and began to French kiss her like we have always done. I immediately knew why she was crying. Her mouth emptied his entire load into my mouth as we kissed. The taste was strikingly shocking as I could do nothing except keep kissing her. We kissed for what seemed like a lifetime, almost enough time to forget the circumstances we were in. As she pulled away from my lips with tears running down her face, I swallowed.

"I'm sorry" was all she said.

I couldn't really think at that point. I was incredibly horny and turned on by so much, yet completely shocked and hurt at how my wife was acting. Finding out that your wife of ten years had been involved in a gang bang back in her youth is shocking enough. But then to find out after she had tied you to bed hotel bed that this same lover from ten years ago was now going to fuck her brains out, that was too much. I couldn't think, I couldn't speak, I couldn't take my eyes off her beautiful body that was dripping cum from a man I had just been forced to meet.

"I'm so sorry honey" Beth said with tears running down her face and mixing with the cum that was still making its way down her face as well.

"I know this is hard, but I thought you would like this. When you told me last month of all the sick little fantasies that you had, I just thought I was making you happy with this. I didn't know Richard was going to bring up the past and try to blackmail me again. He was the last person I was with before you, so I just thought of him for this fantasy." Beth said as she looked down at her nearly naked body that was now soiled with another man's cum. Richard was standing over in the corner with a grin on his face, stroking his cock. He had just emptied his balls into her throat and made her snowball me with his cum. As he walked back over to the bed, he took Beth by the hand and led her to the foot of the bed. 

"Now, let's see what that body looks like after ten years with this poor slob. Why don't you start by taking off that little outfit you got for the evening." Richard said as he brushed the Beth's hair over her shoulder so he could see her tits. Beth slowly undid the clasps to her bra and let the lacy material fall from her shoulders, exposing her breasts to Richard and myself. I was still sporting a major hard-on from watching her give Richard a deluxe blowjob as he face-fucked her right on top of me. So when I saw her bra fall to the ground, my cock nearly shot a load right then. I was sure that I was going to cum myself without even touching my cock, just on pure visual site of what was happening. Beth then hooked her thumbs into the sides of her lacy thong underwear and slowly pulled them down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She now stood completely naked in front of a naked black lover of her past and myself who was tied naked to the bed. 

"Does it look as good as you last saw it?" she asked Richard spitefully. 

"Well you have lost some tone in your muscles and your tits are a little less perky, but you are still completely fuckable. This is going to be a fun night." He said as he motioned for her to climb onto the bed. 

The bet had already been made. I'm not sure why Beth and I made the bet with an unspoken glance to each other. I think we were both so mad at Richard that we did the only thing we could faced with the realization that he was going to blackmail us. The deal was that if she could get through the night without submitting to him, then we would win. Submission to Richard in his eyes was for Beth to beg him to fuck her. If we won, then he would give us all copies and originals of the dvd he made of Beth 10 years ago, as well as all the tapes from tonight's little event. If we lost, and she "submitted" to him, then he was going to blackmail us with the footage from tonight's event. Beth would have to serve him as a call girl for an unknown amount of time. The stakes were high, but I believed that Beth could do it. All she had to do was let him fuck her and not submit to him by begging him. 

"I love you honey" Beth said as she climbed onto the bed, hovering over my tied body. Richard had already brought her to orgasm once tonight by eating her pussy while she was sitting on top of my tiny but rock hard cock. 

"I know, I love you too" I said back to her, trying to encourage her. 

"Ain't that nice. Well she may love you man, but she is going to be beggin me to slide my monster back into her before the night is over. I'm not going to stop until you beg me to fuck you hard and cum inside your warm pussy." My cock kept jumping as Richard said those words. I couldn't understand it. I didn't want this to happen logically. I knew that it was all wrong and that I didn't want him to do anything to Beth. But something else had taken over my mind and body. The idea was just too hot to think about. When I watched Beth suck his cock earlier I couldn't have been more proud or turned on watching. A part of me wanted Beth to submit to Richard. A part of me wanted him to fuck her raw, and cum in her pussy. A part of me wanted her to beg him to fuck her, to scream out his name and beg and plead him to fuck her until she came. That was the part of me that was in control right now. 

"Why don't we start off by you sucking me hard again? Why don't I stand over your hubby's head so you can sit on his face while you suck me off." He said climbing onto the bed and stepping over my head. Beth slowly climbed up the bed and took her position, straddling over my face. My eyes had a perfectly clear shot up towards her mouth slowly opening up and taking in Richard's cock. Her pussy was directly over my mouth, but she kept it just out of reach of my mouth. As I watched her move her head back and forth over his massive tool, and her hands gripping the base of his cock; I instinctually extended my tongue out to try and reach her pussy. I couldn't quite reach it, so I just stared at her lips as she sucked Richard's tool back to a rock hard 11 inches of black pleasure. 

Either her legs got weak from keeping her pussy away from my mouth, or she lost her concentrations for a moment; because I noticed now that my tongue was within reach of her pussy. I slowly extended it out to gently touch her lips. As soon as I came in contact with her puss she squeaked from the sudden pleasure. Richard's tool muffled the sound she made, but I knew she was excited. I felt her legs on both sides of my head relax and her pussy drop to my mouth. I hungrily lapped at it as I continued to watch as she devoured Richard's cock. She hands were roaming over his body more as she began to let her body take over and succumb to the pleasures she was feeling. 

"Hmmmm. I knew you wouldn't be able to resist my cock. You were always a slut once you started to get into it. I'm ready to take that pussy anytime you are now." He said, leaving it up to Beth to stop and ask him to fuck her. He was hoping to catch her in a state of pleasure and have her beg him right away. Beth was now moaning softly as I kept eating her pussy. She worked on his cock for another 15 seconds before she pulled it from her mouth.

"I am not going to submit to you by begging you to fuck me Richard. If you want to take me, you can. But know that if you do it is only due to the fact that you are blackmailing me." She said as she breathed heavily as I kept lapping her juices while she rode my face. 

"Time will tell my bitch, time will tell." Richard said with a hint of annoyance. He stepped over my body and walked behind her on the bed. Beth was still riding my face and had leaned back a bit and supported herself with one hand on my chest as she continued to enjoy the licking I was giving her. 

"Turn around and slide down her so I can have that pussy." Richard said. Beth complied as she unwillingly pulled herself away from my tongue. Richard had her lay back on my body so that her back was on my stomach. She was in the same position she was when he was eating her pussy. Only this time her legs were in the air and Richard was sliding in to position to take her pussy. I couldn't believe it was happening. I had fantasized for a long time about something like this happening, not under these exact circumstances. But a month prior to tonight, Beth and I had a huge argument about my fantasy of her being a Hotwife. She was so mad that I wanted to see her fuck another man while I watched. Now one month later, here we were being blackmailed into just the same thing. Beth's hands reached down and tried to touch any part of my body they could find. Richard pulled her down another couple inches as he readied himself. 

"Now. Are you sure you don't want to just end this thing now and ask me now?" he asked, referring to the bet. 

"You can have your way with me tonight, but never again." Beth hissed back. Just as she finished her last word, Richard slide the entire length of his 11 inch cock into her pussy. She immediately gasped for air and wimpered, her fingers digging into my side. I felt her head pitch back against my chest as Richard just held his thrust in. 

"Hmmm. I figured I would have only been able to get a couple of inches in there, but I managed to get at least 7 inches in there on that thrust. Don't worry, you soon be taking all 11 inches." He said as he slowly began to pull his cock from her dripping pussy. Beth's body was stiff and ridged as she laid on top of me, letting out a small high pitched wimper as he pulled his tool out leaving only about an inch inside her pussy. Then she made a lower pitched moan as he began to push it back in. This time making it the full 11 inches as Beth tightened up all her muscles and returned to her high pitched wimper. 

"That's right. you hear that cucky boy? That is the sound of stage 2 of her submission to me. Her body is now feeling what 11 inches of think black cock feels like. She has spent the last ten years putting up with your limp dick. Now she is enjoying what a real cock feels like again." Richard gloated.

"Honey, how are you doing? You okay?" I asked. But silence was my only reply from her, other than moaning. Her fingernails were slowly beginning to loosen as her grip on my body and she began to relax and deal with the pleasure at hand. I began to notice that knot in my stomach again, this time it was making me a bit nervous. Just how much was Beth enjoying this? 

"Yaknow I always enjoyed taking a slut from behind. Why don't you turn over so you can look that cucky husband of yours in the eye while I make you cum." Richard said as he pulled out of Beth's dripping pussy and stepped backa bit. Without saying a word of objection, Beth proceeded to sit up and turn over.

"Damn! That ass looks real nice facing me now." Richard commented. Beth was now on her hands and knees directly over my body. We were face to face and gazed into one anothers eyes as Richard got back on the bed. I wondered how long it would be before Beth succumbed to the pleasures she was feeling. We kept direct eye contact with each other as Richard got behind Beth and lined up his cock with her pussy again. When I saw Beth's eyes role back in her head just before she closed her eyes and opened her mouth as a quiver leaked out of her mouth; it was then I knew he was back inside her. I knew his size was going to have an effect on Beth, what woman would be able to resist something so majestic. I could tell Richards pace by watching Beth's body move back and forth over mine. She lowered her head down to mine as we embraced in a passionate kiss. I could feel her moans as we kissed and her hands roamed over my body. Her breathing was increasing in depth and frequency as Richard kept plugging away at her. 

"I love you Beth." I said as our lips parted and we looked into each others eyes again. 

"I love you too Dave. But I don't know how much longer I will be able to resist him. He feels so good in me. I don't want to become his whore again, but I am starting to loose control." Beth said with a tear streaming down her cheek. 

"Just a little while longer babe. Just keep resisting a bit longer. You can enjoy it, but don't beg for it. He will win if you start asking for it." I reminded her as her eyes closed and she began tilting her head back in estacy. Richard kept his pace up for at least another 7 or 8 minutes before he started to slow. 

"Alright little slut. I think your little cucky there deserves to see what is causing you all this pleasure. Why don't you turn around I'll take you from behind directly over his face. I bet he will cum like a school boy when he sees my cock sliding in and out of your pussy." He said as he pulled away from Beth. I saw a look of near pain when he pulled out of her pussy, but then a look of frustration on her face immediately after that. It was like she was annoyed that her pussy wasn't full of his cock. Again without uttering word, Beth switched positions. Again her pussy over directly over my face, and Richard took his position above my head. I had to watch in horror and yearning, as Richard slide his now enormous cock into my wife's dripping wet pussy. His cock glistening with her juices as he slide it in completely without trouble. I watched as just a few inches above my head, 11 inches of black cock slide back and forth into my wife's beautiful pussy. Beth's moans were become more prominent and louder. Her mind was slowly giving in to the pleasure that her body had already given into. I began to notice that Richard was thrusting less into Beth and that Beth was now thrusting back into his giant cock. The contrast of blackness sliding into the white shaved pussy of my wife was too much for me to dismiss. I could feel Beth grabbing my hard cock with her hands, even though it paled in comparison to what was being driven between her legs. I felt the warmth of her lips and mouth as she hungrily devoured my tiny cock in her mouth and began sucking it. I didn't know if she did this to take her mind off of her impending orgasm or if she was too far gone to even know what she was doing. To be honest, at that point I didn't care. It felt great. Her mouth vibrated into my cock as she moaned. Between sucking and hand massaging my cock, I could tell her breathing was heavy, she moans were now near screams and I could tell she was about to burst into an orgasm. As her body tensed I could feel her grip on my cock tighten. Her breath stopped short and I could see her pussy lips tighten around Richard's cock and then start to convulse around it. A loud scream of esctacy was ebruptly followed by a complete submission to Richard. 




How I Became a Cuckold Ch. 03



"Ohhhhhh g-g-god tha that feeeels s so good!: she screamed as her nearly damaged my cock under her grip. "I'm cumming!" she yelled out. "I'm cumming so hard! AHHHHHH!" she screamed out as her pussy spasmed around his cock which was still sliding in and out of her pussy with the same unrelenting reverence. 

"That's it bitch. Cum on my cock!" Richard said as he kept hammering away at her pussy. 

"Oh god stop, you have to stop. I can't take it anymore." She began yelling out. She had grabbed ahold of my leg with the one hand that wasn't wrapped around my cock, digging her fingernails into my flesh. The sounds of her orgasming put together with the sight of watching her pussy orgasm on Richarrds cock were too much for me. I began to cheer her on unwittingly. 

"Cum for him babe, Cum on his cock." I said as I tried to arch my head up to be able to lick her pussy. 

""I am not done with you yet bitch. I have more where that came from, so you best just relax and enjoy it." Richard said, still undaunted in his relentless assault on her pussy. 

"YES, Fuck me, Fuck me hard." Beth yelled out. I dropped my head down to the bed as I heard those words. She was submitting to him, she was about to beg him to fuck her. Richard knew this as well.

"You want me to fuck you?" Richard asked.

"Yes, Fuck me, harder. Fuck me harder." She said as she began sucking on my cock again. 

"Well all you have to do is ask." He said slowing down his pace and barely moving in and out of her. I watched from directly below her pussy as he backed away. For every inch he pulled out of her, she tried with all her had to lean back and get more of his cock into her pussy. 

"Ahh. All you have to do is ask, and I'll give you all the cock you want." He said. 

"Please! don't make me do this." Beth pleaded. "Please not in front of my husband." 

"Oh yes. You must beg me to fuck you. Beg me to fuck you while your husband watches from directly below it." his words cut through both of us like knives. This was it. If Beth begged for it, then she would become his whore again, and we would lose the rights to the videos. 

"No please, don't make me. I want it so bad," she was on the verge of both tears and orgasm while she sucked on my cock. 

"Beg for it bitch!" was the only reply she got from Richard. "You want it, don't you?" he asked. He was slowly pulling his cock out of her pussy and only letting an inch of it back into her awaiting pussy. Back and forth, teasing her body and depriving it of what it wanted. I was beyond caring at that point. My sexual desires had taken over and I too wanted her to beg for it. Somehow I managed to keep my mouth shut and not let on about what I wanted her to do. 

"Tell me what you want slut! Tell your cucky husband what you want me to do!" He said, dipping the tip of his cock back into her pussy. 

"Oh god, honey he feels so good. I'm sorry!" She said as she stroked my cock. 

"Tell me slut. What do you want?" Richard asked again.

"I want you to Fuck me, Please! Please, I'm asking you to fuck me hard. I need your cock, please give it to me." Beth said leaning back to try and get more of him inside her. "PLEASE!!! I'll do anything! Just give me that cock!" she begged.

"That's all you had to ask for bitch!" Richard said as he slammed his cock back into Beth's pussy, causing her to gasp out loud. 

"YES! Give it to me! Give me that BIG BLACK COCK!!!" She screamed. That was it, she was his now. We had lost all hope of getting out of this. She engulfed my cock into her mouth in between each of her screams of pleasure. 

"Your mine now bitch. But you can have what you want, all the BLACK COCK you can handle." He said as he began ramming into her at a heightened pace. He cock was slamming into her so hard, that his balls were swinging back and forth now. 

"YES. OH god yes. I love it, give it to me. Make me cum." Beth yelled out. I could feel drips on my face from her pussy. Her cum from her last orgasm was dripping down onto my face as I tried with all my might to reach her pussy with her tongue. My own cock had taken all it could take, I tensed my body and began to erupt into her mouth as she began swallowing my load. After 10 seconds I had cum and she had swallowed it all. She let my cock go and began to focus completely on herself and the cock giving her all the pleasure. 

"YES. YES. YES. Give it to me, FUCK ME!" she shouted out. Richard was now quickening his pace. He knew he had won. There was no need to keep leading Beth on. He could now finish this up and collect on his bet.

"Okay babe, this is it. I'm about to unload, how do you want it?" he asked. I didn't understand what he meant at first. But I knew as soon as I heard Beth's reply. 

"Fill me up, Fill my married pussy up with your cum. Fill me up so my cucky can eat it all up." She yelled out to him. This was something that her and I had never discussed before. Although a few minutes ago what she just said would probably have made me cum, but since I had already cum I wasn't at all nearly horny. I didn't like the idea of eating her out after he dumped his load inside her. 

"You want to give him a creampie? Damn you are a naughty little slut aren't you." Richard said as his pace quickened even faster.

"Uhhh Honey. What are you doing?" I asked. 

"Giving you what you wanted." She replied. "You made it clear last month that you wanted me to have another partner for sex. That you wanted to share me. You said you wanted to become a cuckold or to have me become a Hotwife. Well, now you are getting it. Richard is going to unload in my pussy and you are going to eat it all. You should have been more careful what you wished for." She said.

"I know what we talked about, but this is a bit hard to take. Can't we talk about this more? I don't know if I can do this." I said watching Richard about to cum.

"Her is comes slut. Here comes my load. Consider this me marking my territory slut."

"Honey wait!" I yelled out in a last attempt to stop this.

"You don't have a choice in this Dave, we lost the bet and I'm his now. You wanted this, so now is your chance to get it. You don't really have a choice, your tied to the bed. So get ready." She said as she met each one of Richards thrusts. His cock slamming into her harder and harder each time. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh HERE IT COMES!!!!" he shouted out so loud that I know most of the floor of the hotel heard. I could only watch as I saw his cock convulsing and spasming into Beth's pussy. She nearly orgasmed again just from him cumming in her. Shot after shot I watched his cock pump into my wife. After 5 or 6 seconds, he had reached maximum capacity in her pussy and the cum started to flow out of her pussy and onto my face. I froze, not know what to do. After another 5 or 6 seconds he began to slowly thrust into her again. Each thrust pushed more of his cum out of her pussy and onto my face. My left eye was covered with cum now and I could feel his hot fluid dripping into my ear. He finally pulled almost all of the way out of her pussy, but then buried himself back in. I could hear the sounds of his cock pushing out more of his cum. As much of it was on my face, I knew there was a lot more inside her pussy. 

"You want to feed your cucky his dinner now slut?" Richard asked. 

"Yes, let's give him what he wanted . He can eat your load and clean me out." Beth said as she slowly rocked back and forth on his cock which was still inside her. As Richard withdrew his cock from her pussy, it made a popping sound. She immediately began to lean back and bury her pussy on my face. I had no choice but to start lapping up the cum that was flowing from her pussy. I opened my mouth and let a large portion pour into my mouth, I nearly gagged on the taste of the cum. I could taste Beth's juices as well as Richards cum in my mouth. I swallowed hard and tried not to gag as I reopened my mouth to suck in more. Beth kept her pussy glued to my mouth for the next 5 minutes as she rocked back and forth over my mouth and tongue. Once the bulk of his cum had been deposited into my mouth, she began to slither her pussy around my mouth. Back and forth, left and right, making sure that all areas of her pussy got cleaned up. Once I began to taste less of the cum that I was eating and more of her pussy again, I felt her warm lips around my cock. I never thought it would be true of me, but the act of cleaning her pussy of all the cum Richard had unloaded into it had made me hard again. Beth took my cock into her mouth and began to suck hard on it. 

"Now you get to fuck my pussy after its been ruined by a real mans cock. I hope I can still feel you inside me after the fucking I just got." she said as she went back to sucking me. Finally she got up and mounted herself onto my cock. She began to ride my cock while facing away from me. Richard had already took his spot in front of her and she was already pulling his cock into her mouth. This would be his third go at her if she could get him hard again. A third shot would mean that he would be fucking her for a good long time. 

"Hmmm. Your cock almost tickles me Dave. You are so small in comparison to Richard." Beth said as she mocked my size. 

"Please don't do this anymore Beth. Can't you just untie me so we can leave? Let's just go home." I pleaded with her as she lifted herself up and down on my cock. She took her lips off of Richards now hardening cock and looked over her shoulder to me. 

"I am his now Dave. We lost the bed, remember? I have to do what HE says from now on. But truthfully, I would do whatever he wants me to, as long as I can have his cock in me again. You don't know how good it feels to have a real man's cock in me again. It's been so long." She said, turning her head back toward his cock and engulfing it again. So here I was, tied to a hotel bed unable to move. My loving and beautiful wife was now the slut to a giant black man she knew from ten years ago. She was now his slut, and had to do what he said. There was video footage of her begging him to fuck her that was no doubt going to be used to blackmail her into whatever he wanted. We were screwed....literally. All I could do was go along for now. Richard held all the cards and he knew it. All I had to look forward to was watching as my wife left to go out on dates with whoever Richard set her up with. Undoubtedly, returning to me with a pussy full of cum which she would want me to clean out for her. This was my life now. I was a cuckold.



How I Became a Cuckold Ch. 04



Dear Readers: Thank you for your feedback. It has helped me make my stories better. And to those of you who get mad at cuck stories -- ask yourselves why. I appreciate your many suggestions. 

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It had been almost two months since Carol and I started our relationship with Ray. Every Friday night he arrived, having told his wife, Joan, he was going to his lodge meeting. We fit together well as a threesome, even though I had to adjust to his behavior as a bull. Carol and Ray taught me my new duties -- getting him ready and cleaning up both of them after their initial encounter, on the rug in the family room. 

He still took her into the bedroom and locked the door to enjoy their "private time" and Carol still refused to tell me what he did to her. My dick still got black and blue from masturbating and listening outside that locked door. But most importantly, sex between Carol and me during the week returned to that same wonderful experience that we had during the three years with her fuckin Jim. Carol and I needed this relationship. It provided the spark that turned on sex for both of us. 

Ray's wife Joan did not suspect a thing and I saw her at the club regularly to be sure it stayed that way. She was trying to improve her golf and I gave her tips and even a lesson here and there. We became good friends and saw each other regularly at the club.

Late one afternoon, the four of us were sharing drinks and conversation next to the club pool. When it was time to leave, Joan asked me a question. 

"Jerry, would you do me a favor?"

"Sure," I answered. "What is it?"

"The golf store at the mall is having a sale. You said I needed a new putter. Will you help me pick it out?"

"I'd be glad to. Why don't you and Ray follow us to the mall."

We parked at the entrance near the golf shop. Both of us had those big SUVs that were so popular because of all the room in the back. We went in and Joan and I started to look at the putters. There was a place to practice on Astroturf and Joan started working with each putter. I helped her.

"You guys are gonna take all day," said Ray. "Carol, why don't we go find something to do?"

The two of them left and Joan kept practicing with different putters under my guidance. It took almost an hour, but we finally found one she liked and used well. As she was signing her credit card receipt Ray and Carol walked up.

"That's gotta be a damn good putter," said Ray. "You took long enough finding it."

We laughed and headed back to our cars. The sun was starting to set as Ray and Joan drove off. Carol took my arm and opened the back door. 

"Get in here," she said.

"Why?" I asked. The seats were all folded, giving full space on the floor. Our SUV has dark glass on the back windows so no one could see us in the dim light. 

Carol laid on her back, pulled up her skirt, and spread her legs. She had no panties on.

"Where the hell are your pants?"

She reached under the seat, pulled them out, and waved them in the air. 

"What the hell have you been doing?" I asked.

Carol laughed that musical laugh that I loved so much. "While you and Joan were selecting her favorite putter, Ray was using his favorite putter on me. Look what I've got for you, baby."

She spread her legs wide to show me that big pussy of hers. It was swollen from sexual arousal and gaping wide, with thick creamy cum dripping out. I could see strands of sticky cum on both her inner thighs. It was like throwing a light switch -- I got so horny so fast that it seemed impossible.

"Jesus!" I said trembling. I buried my face in that dripping, cavernous pussy and sucked out the juice, enjoying that wonderful musky taste of Ray's cum. That horny bastard had pumped a big load. Later she told me it was two loads. When I was finished Carol had a very clean pussy. Then I rolled on my back, pulled my pants down, and started jerking off. Damn I was horny. 

Carol tickled my balls and whispered in my ear. "I knew that horny bastard was gonna fuck me when we walked out of the golf shop. He led me out here. He stripped me down buck-naked and played with my tits. He turned me on and my pussy got dripping wet. Then that hairy bastard fucked me hard -- just the way you saw him do it last Friday and the hair on his chest tickled my tits and then he ... " 

I groaned and started pumping my load into the air and up on my belly. I laid there breathing heavily and Carol continued to whisper in my ear.

"... have no idea how good that big dick feels. We both came real quick. Then we rested about ten minutes and that horny bastard fucked me again. Damn it felt good. I was thinking about making you eat me out." 

I started to get hard again. "Stop it! I want to take you home and fuck you."

"You're in charge baby," Carol said and then laughed that happy musical laugh. God how I loved her!

I drove home fast and we went right to bed and, miracle of miracles, my dick, bruises and all, rose to the occasion. Carol had her third orgasm of the afternoon. Damn I loved that woman! 

One Saturday morning, a month later, I was helping Joan with her swing on the diving range. The place was almost deserted. I was standing behind her, my arms around her, trying to show her how to keep her hands in front of the ball. Suddenly she dropped the club, spun around, pulled my head down and kissed me. 

Jesus! What brought that on?

"I couldn't help it," Joan said. When your body is close to mine I get so turned on I can't stand it. Ray's not doing it to me anymore. I told him he was too rough."

This was a surprise. We had become increasingly friendly over the past months. Our bodies had touched when I showed her how to hold a golf club, but I never dreamed she felt this way.

"Your body excites me too," I said. Then looking around to be sure it was safe I kissed her again.

"Take me home," she said.

"What about Ray?" I asked.

"He's in LA for the day on business."

She drove me to her home and when we got inside the door I kissed her again. She pressed her body against me hungrily and I reached down and played with her ass. Then I picked her up and she pointed the way to the bedroom. Both of us were frantic to get naked.

We got in bed and I kissed her warmly as my hands stroked her body. She seemed sexually inexperienced. I thought about Ray's muscular, hairy body and the roughness when he fucked Carol. Should I behave that way? Something warned me that tenderness would be better. 

I caressed her body gently and moved my lips from her mouth to her breasts, sucking on her nipples till they were hard. She had small breasts but they were very sensitive. I tickled them with my tongue and then moved my lips to her belly. Her body was milky white because she never wore a bikini and was rarely in the sun. Her bush was sparse, not the thick hairy beaver I preferred. 

I took my time, moving slowly and gently. As I caressed her inner thighs, she spread her legs and I explored her with my tongue. When I reached her clitoris she started to tremble and moan as though it were a new experience for her. She spread her legs wider and raised her knees up in the air.

"Take me! Oh God! Take me now," she pleaded. 

I continued to stimulate her with my hands and tongue and she grabbed my head in both hands and pulled me up for a kiss. Our tongues stroked each other in a deep wet kiss. She acted more like a teenager than a mature woman. 

I rolled over between her legs and very gently rubbed my hard cock against her labia. She was dripping wet and ready, but I was slow and gentle and kept stroking her.

"Take me! Hurry, please!" She was frantic now.

I entered her slowly and she began to hump wildly trying to get me in deeper. I began a slow and gentle stroke and, to my surprise, in only a couple of minutes her body began to shudder and I felt the contractions of her orgasm grip my cock like a strong hand. I kept fucking her slowly and steadily. When she finished her orgasm she began that frantic pumping of her ass again. In only a few minutes she had a second orgasm.

I had never before fucked a woman who did this. She had her third orgasm as I pumped my load, filling her pussy with cum.

We lay there breathing heavily, with me still on top and my dick getting soft inside her. I kissed her -- a long wet kiss and then rolled off of her sweating body.

"I never had it that way before," Joan said breathlessly. "You were so gentle. That's the best sex I ever had in my life. The only man who ever had me was Ray and he was nothing like you. He was rough and fast. He gave me a few orgasms when we were first married, but now he doesn't do it to me very often."

We rested and talked. Mostly about how much she enjoyed being with me. It was as though she were falling in love with me. Then she talked about the way Ray treated her, which was bad. Then I fucked her again as gently as before and again she had multiple orgasms - at least two. We talked some more and then she said something that scared the shit out of me.

"He's not very nice to me," she said. "And I think he's playing around. He goes out alone every Friday night and claims he's going to his lodge meeting. But I found out that he hasn't been to lodge for over two months."

Oh Shit! How did she find that out? What's she going to do about it? When I asked her my heart almost stopped.

"I've hired a private detective to follow him every Friday night. He starts next week."

Well, I thought, that's the end of our Friday sex orgies. 

We dressed and she drove me back to the club. My mind was working fast. What the hell do I do? I could hear myself saying, "Oh by the way Ray, I was fucking your wife the other day and she said she hired a ... " Yeah that would really work!

When I got home I grabbed Carol and headed for the patio with ice and a bottle of Glenlivet. She looked puzzled and asked me what the hell I was so upset about.

"I fucked Joan this afternoon," I said simply.

"I saw that coming baby. She had that look in her eye. It was obvious to me that the horny little bitch wanted your body. Was she a good fuck?"

"She was an interesting fuck. She had five orgasms."

"Five orgasms! Holy Mary Mother of God! What the hell did you do to her?" Carol said with envy in her voice.

I chuckled. "What's more important than her orgasms is what she told me. She found out that Ray has not been to lodge meetings for two months and she's hired a private detective to follow him."

Carol started to laugh. "It's a damn good thing you fucked her. Imagine what would have happened if she showed up here some Friday." Then she laughed that beautiful musical laugh that I loved (or hated depending on whether she was with me or with that bastard behind a locked door). 

"What the hell are we gonna do?" I asked.

"Oh that's no problem. I can take care of that. I hate to lose that horny hunk though. He's really a great fuck. The hair on his chest tickles my tits and you have no idea how good a pair of heavy balls feel slapping you in the ass."

"No. I have no idea." 

Carol laughed and continued, "I'll call him and tell him she's hired a private dick. If he asks how I know I'll just tell him I got it on the ladies' grapevine. You can be sure he'll start attending lodge meetings. He's so afraid of her Daddy kicking his ass off the payroll he's got no choice."

I felt better. We kept sipping our Glenlivet. Then Carol said with respect in her voice.

"Jesus! Five orgasms! How the hell did you do that? How did you fuck her?"

"I figured Ray was such a rough bastard that she might respond to gentleness. So I was gentle and slow. I made love to her."

As I described my sex with Joan in detail, a strange thing began to happen. Carol started to turn on! Her breathing got heavy and she got that horny look on her face. I gave her more and more details and she got more and more horny, even trembling slightly.

"This never happened to me before," she said. "Thinking about you fucking that horny little bitch is turning me on. And it's making me jealous. And after what I did to you, having secret sex with Jim, I can't very well tell you not to fuck anybody you want. And that makes me feel kinda helpless."

Carol was rubbing her pussy through her shorts. "I'm sure you want to use that tight little pussy again. My pussy is so damn big and loose, I'm jealous about her tight pussy. Jesus! I never felt this way before. Pick me up like you did her and carry me to bed. Don't make me beg for it like you did her. Hurry. Please."

I carried her to bed and fucked her, whispering in her ear about fucking Joan. She was as horny as I've ever seen her. God! It was just like me turning on when I imagined her fucking Ray. This was a whole new sexual experience for both of us. She said we were perfectly matched sexually and she was right.

The next day Carol called Ray and he was scared to death. He understood we had to still be friends at the club but he couldn't risk fucking Carol again. It was about a week later that Carol and I were at the club and saw Joan.

"Let me talk to her," said Carol. "You check out the pro-shop."

It was a full thirty minutes later that Carol picked me up and said, "Let's go home."

"What's up?" I asked as we drove home.

"She's coming over to our house," Carol said. 

"What for?" I asked.

"She wants to fuck," Carol said with a laugh. 

"Jesus! What the hell happened?"

"We had a girls talk and I invited her over," Carol said.

"You had a talk about fucking me?" I was astonished.

"I told her I loved you and your pleasure came first. I was jealous but I wanted you to do whatever you wanted. And you wanted her. Be sure to kiss her nice and sweet when she come in the door."

Joan arrived a few minutes after we got home. I gave her a big kiss and put both hands on her ass and pulled her pussy close. I looked at Carol and she had that horny look on her face. I picked Joan up and carried her into the bedroom. Carol followed, helped us undress, and then stripped. We three lay on the bed, Joan between us. I kissed and caressed Joan. Carol started stroking Joan's tits, then kissed her nipples and got them hard. She helped me caress Joan's body.

Then Carol said to Joan, "I'll get him ready for you" and started sucking my cock. I was hard and she got me harder. My cock was slippery with her saliva.

Joan spread her legs. "Take me. Oh God I'm ready."

I got between her legs and Carol put my cock into her. I started to fuck her slowly and gently. She pumped her ass eagerly and moaned. Carol reached down with one hand and tickled my balls. Her other hand was on Joan's tits - playing with them while she sucked her nipples. Just like the first time, it was only a couple of minutes before Joan had a big noisy orgasm. I kept on fucking her slowly. When her orgasm was finished Carol moved up and gave her a big wet kiss on the mouth, their tongues entwined. Then she started whispering in Joan's ear. Hardly a couple of minutes elapsed before Joan had her second orgasm.

When that orgasm was over, Carol said to me, "Okay baby -- finish her off." Then she moved her hand from my balls to her pussy and vigorously stroked her clit.

I started fucking Joan harder and she lifted that tight little pussy up to me. I felt my orgasm coming and, as I filled her pussy with cum, Joan had her third orgasm. Carol had her orgasm licking Joan's tits and the three of us collapsed in a panting sweaty mass and rested.

"Jesus that was good," said Carol. "I never knew it could be that way." 

Joan started laughing. She looked at Carol. "Do you realize what you kept whispering in my ear?"

Carol chuckled. "Tell him," she said.

Joan leaned over and gave me a short kiss. Then chuckling she said, "Carol kept whispering over and over, 'Tighten up that little pussy for him, baby. Tighten it up. He likes a tight pussy.' Well, I kept it as tight as I could. Was it tight enough?"

"It was. You have a tight little pussy, baby. I like it."

"Did you feel my contractions when you brought me off?"

"I felt them baby -- they just about squeezed my dick off." 

We rested and talked. Joan said what a brute Ray was and it was amusing to hear Carol sympathize with her. I knew it was the brute in Ray that turned Carol on. Carol secretly squeezed my hand when she agreed with Joan that Ray was a brute. 

After about fifteen minutes, Joan asked me, in an almost childish voice, "Are you gonna do it to me again?"

"I'll get him ready for you baby," said Carol and started sucking my cock.

"You don't have to do that," said Joan. 

Carol took my cock out of her mouth briefly. "Yes I do, Joan. I owe this man any woman he wants."

I knew she was talking about her secret time with Jim. When she got me ready she put my cock into Joan again and I fucked her softly as before. Joan had two more orgasms and Carol jerked herself off again kissing Joan. Then we three had a quick shower -- together -- and Joan left for home, kissing me sweetly at the door.

Sitting on the patio having a drink afterwards, Carol said, "You better keep on fucking her. She needs it. And maybe we do to. Maybe it'll charge our batteries now that we don't have Ray anymore. I learned something important today, baby. I learned what you feel like when you watch me with another guy. I felt the same things: Jealously and sexual arousal and another one - envy. I envy that little bitch her tight pussy. It's better than mine isn't it?"

"Baby, nothing is better than your pussy. Besides, I envied Ray that ten inch cock, but now I'm not so sure I need it. "

"You don't need it baby, you really don't." 

Suddenly, Carol burst out in that musical laugh and almost choked because she was trying to laugh and talk at the same time.

"Oh my God. I just thought of it. Who's the cuckold now? I can't wait to see the look on that arrogant macho bastard's face when we casually mention that you're fucking his wife. He can't do a damn thing about it and keep his job. He'll just have to let you keep on fucking her. God! I want to see his face."

We both laughed together and fixed another drink.

Then Carol gave a big sigh. "But I'm sure as hell gonna miss that bedroom sex."



How I Became a Cuckold Ch. 05



It had been almost two months since Carol and I started our relationship with Ray's wife Joan. We became a great threesome and she came over to our house two or three times a week. Since we quit seeing her husband Ray, Joan provided that special sexual something that gave a spark to our sex. She was almost shy when our relationship started but now she was more experienced and was an active partner in our FMF threesome. 

We hadn't told Ray that I was fucking her and Carol was eager to tell him. She called him "an arrogant macho bastard" and wanted to see his face when he realized he was a cuckold. There was nothing he could do about it because he worked for "Daddy" – that's Joan's father – and would be out on his ass if he caused any trouble. 

Carol and I joked about it one evening as we enjoyed our Glenlivet on the patio. 

"When will you tell him?" she asked.

"Soon I think. Probably when you and I have him in private at the club. I want to see his face."

Carol laughed. "Me too. I talked with Joan and she's okay with it. She was a little nervous at first, but I think she can handle it. She kinda wants to get even for the way he's treated her for years."

We sat quietly for a couple of minutes. Then Carol said, "You haven't asked me that question for a long time."

"What question?"

"Don't play dumb. You know the question."

I laughed. "Okay. What did Ray do to you behind that locked bedroom door every night he was here? You liked it a lot."

"What were you picturing in your imagination that turned you on so much?"

She knew I was turned on big time by listening outside that locked door and repeatedly masturbating until my dick got black and blue. I had begged her many times to tell me, but she always said it was "private" and refused.

"Well ... I thought that maybe ... you know ... "

Carol laughed. "You're actually getting embarrassed!"

"I am. It's like I'm opening up my mind. Revealing my secret thoughts."

"Honey, I already know most of your secret thoughts and they're dirty. Tell me what you were thinking and I'll tell you if you're right."

I hesitated. I really was embarrassed. "Okay. In my imagination I saw him behind you, fucking you in the ass."

Carol started to laugh that loud musical laugh that I loved (except when she was with Ray behind that damned door). 

She nodded her head. "You're right baby! I was taking it up the ass. I'd never been done that way before, and after he taught me I discovered that I really liked it. And baby, I still think about how good it felt and ... well ... you're gonna have to do me that way one of these days."

"In front of Joan?"

"Not yet. We'll have to season her a bit first." 

It was over a week later than Carol and I were sitting under an umbrella at the club pool when Ray came over and sat down. There was no one else close by so I looked at Carol and she got my message and nodded. He was still arrogant with us, often making sexual remarks.

"Do you miss that big thing Carol?" He asked.

"Jerry is taking good care of me," Carol said. "But I think it's starting to wear him out."

"Yeah it would. Does your pussy want me back? Jerry must be tired all the time."

Carol chuckled. "Yes, he is tired. You see Jerry's been fucking your wife two or three times a week for the past two months in addition to servicing me. And Joan is a real sex machine. She has five or six orgasms every time she's at our house. She's been wearing him out."

Ray's face looked like he'd been kicked in the balls. He looked around to see if anyone was close by. Then he looked at me and back at Carol. It was as though he didn't know what to say. 

"How ... I mean ... why ... " 

"You see Ray," I said, "you hadn't fucked Joan for months. She got real horny and I decided to take on your responsibilities. Has she been more cheerful around the house lately?"

That's what hit him hardest. I could almost see his mind clicking away. I could tell he had noticed that she was more happy and cheerful. I had seen it on the golf course giving her lessons. Finally that arrogant bastard accepted what was happening. He hung his head and looked genuinely mortified and humiliated, perhaps for the first time in his macho life. He was very uncomfortable and he started to rise and leave the table without saying anything.

"Stay and talk a while Ray," said Carol, sweetly. "We always enjoy your company, even with your clothes on." Then she gave a friendly laugh. "Of course I always enjoyed you more with your clothes off. And yes, now that you ask, I do miss that big thing. But Jerry is taking very good care of me. And don't feel so bad about your wife. A woman needs sex and she gets it where she can. You were a bit macho, but I don't think we'll see that side of you very much any more."

He was still looking at the floor, but he shook his head. "No, you won't see that. I'm sorry for what I said about your ... your ... what I said."

We changed the subject and talked a while. Clearly, Ray was now a different man. He made a point of telling us that he wouldn't cause any trouble. He had a secret he wanted to keep as much as we did. The last thing he wanted anybody to know was that Joan and I had made him a cuckold. After he left, Carol and I had a good laugh. 

When we saw Joan we told her about Ray. Several days later she told us how polite and considerate he was with her at home. 

"And he's sweet, even when I tell him I'm going over to your house and might stay all night," she said.

I saw Ray several times at the club and twice we sat in the bar and had a drink. He showed me a new respect and friendliness. I began to feel a bit sorry for him. He was such a macho guy that finding out I'd been fucking his wife really got to him. Not that he had been fucking her himself – Joan told Carol and me that he would go months without trying to spread her legs. But now his macho pride had been hurt. 

Ray and I had begun to have friendly conversations. Now that Carol was no longer available, he was getting horny for some new stuff. One day at the club we had a drink at the bar.

"The gal that Joan nicknamed Mrs. Robinson has been winking at me again," said Ray. She's not bad you know. I think I'll check her out."

"Might be worth your while," I said. "I've seen her at the pool and she has a figure that could be fun."

Mrs. Robinson was a thirty-something divorced blonde with a body that must have been spectacular ten years ago when she was twenty pounds lighter. Her face was beautiful. She had big breasts that would challenge any brassiere and made a normal man's mouth water. She'd made a pass at Ray last year at a party when she had arranged to have him walk in with her buck-naked, which is why Joan nicknamed her Mrs. Robinson, after the lady in "The Graduate." He had declined the invitation then, but now he was having second thoughts. She was a good ten years older than Ray and me. 

"I'm gonna give it a shot," he said as we parted. 

That night Joan came over. "He's like a lamb," she said. 

Now that Ray knew about us she came over whenever she wanted, telling him where she was going. I wondered how that macho guy felt knowing his wife was going out to get laid and never knowing if she would be back that night or stay over for a quickie the next morning. It couldn't have happened to a nicer guy. I remembered how he had humiliated me when he was fucking Carol. 

I told Carol and Joan about Mrs. Robinson. Far from being annoyed, Joan was amused. "Oh God that's funny. Make him tell you all about it and keep me posted." 

Carol thought it was funny too. "He needs some practice on older stuff."

"Maybe I ought to get some practice on older stuff myself," I joked.

Carol looked me in the eye. "Honey you can practice on any kind of stuff you want."

Joan looked at Carol. "I don't get it. How can you not care?"

Carol sighed. " I care. Let me tell you a story." She told Joan the story about my best friend Jim. She told it in every raw detail. When she had finished Joan was aghast.

"You fucked his best friend in secret for three years?" 

"Yes."

"And when you told him about it, he forgave you?" 

"Yes."

"He didn't care?"

"Oh he cared. He cared very much. But he said he knew I loved him and he loved me." 

"Oh my God!"

"Now tell me honestly Joan. If this man decides to fuck some bitch what do I do?"

Joan thought for a long moment. "You better just smile and tell him how much you love him."

Carol looked at me and smiled. "I love you with all my heart and soul."

Joan said softly, "Oh God, I want a man like that."

Several days later I saw Ray in the club bar. He looked at me and smiled.

"You scored!" I said.

"I scored! And Jesus, that's good pussy. That body is something else - soft with handholds. You can grab on and hold her. And Jerry, she is horny! You never saw horny till you've seen Mrs. Robinson. Your wish is her command. She could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. And those tits! I know I said they sagged but, when she's on top fucking you, they hang down right in your face. Oh sweet Jesus! She's good."

He went on for almost an hour talking about fucking her. It turned me on. 

"You want to fuck her?" He asked. I thought about my conversation with Carol and Joan about older stuff.

"Yeah, I'd like to fuck her."

"This afternoon?"

I looked at my watch. "Why not?" I still had five hours before Joan was due to join us in our bedroom. Maybe I could recover enough to do my duty. Shit! What conceit!

Ray pulled out his cell phone and made a call and when he finished he told me to follow him to her house. When we got there Mrs. Robinson met us at the door in a silk negligee and spike heels. She was bubbling with enthusiasm, smiling, and looking like she'd just won the lottery.

"Come in guys and have a single malt." 

Ray patted her on the ass and she turned her ass for me to do the same. She had a nice soft ass.

"It's been a long time since I've had two young studs," she said. 

The negligee came off quickly and she walked around in heels, hose, and garter belt serving our drinks. I looked at that beautiful body and forgot about the extra ten years. She was beautiful. Bronzed except where her bikini produced creamy white, soft skin. A lush beaver, the kind I liked, and fabulous legs. Her hair was blonde but her beaver was dark brunet - thick and curly.

Ray and I stripped and she commented on Ray's big cock. I looked at mine. It was respectable – maybe not ten but a decent seven. He sat on the couch and motioned her to her knees. She got on her knees between his legs and started to suck that big cock. She started slow, worked up the pace, and in just a few minutes he moaned and I could see that he was pumping a heavy load into her mouth. She swallowed it and then looked at me and smiled.

"You want a BJ?"

I nodded eagerly. She came over and dropped to her knees. When she took my cock in her mouth I was astonished that she simply took the whole damn thing down her throat without gagging. Then she began to move up and down on my whole dick. It was like having my dick in a pussy, except for her tongue, which sent electric shocks from my dick to my balls. I just laid my head back and let her bring me off. It was the best blowjob I ever had. 

Then we fucked her. Ray did her first. I could tell she was looking forward to it – like a reward. She was grateful. She had several orgasms. We made her day. We rested and had a second drink. It was 18-year-old single malt. Then Ray smiled at me.

"I want to show you something Jerry," he said, taking Mrs. Robinson's hand and pulling her down to the floor on her knees. He got behind her.

"This is the way Carol likes it," he said.

He mounted her from behind putting his lubricated dick on her tight asshole and slowly shoving it in. She groaned and took it. His right arm was around her with his fingers stimulating her clit. His left hand was playing with her tits. He fucked her in the ass slow and easy. He was gentle – not rough the way he was with pussy.

"Carol likes it slow. Work on her tits and clit till she comes. It takes about ten minutes to bring her off. Whisper in her ear. She likes it when you talk dirty. If you say something really dirty she'll laugh."

I felt a sick jealousy as I watched him and thought about Carol taking it up the ass. He'd fucked my wife in the ass with that monster cock and she had loved it. When I heard her laugh on the other side of that locked bedroom door this is what he was doing to her. Oh my God I was jealous. And Carol had told me how much she needed it. Mrs. Robinson liked it too. She had her orgasm after about ten minutes. Damn! She was a horny bitch! 

When I left, Mrs. Robinson embraced me and whispered in my ear. "Thank you Jerry. Please come back. Anytime. I'll do anything you want."

Carol welcomed me at the door.

"You're late," she said. "Where have you been?"

"Ray and I were fuckin Mrs. Robinson."

"Was she good?" 

I took Carol in my arms. "Yeah, she was really good pussy. She needs it and she did anything we wanted her to do. She gives great blowjobs. She took my whole dick down her throat." I felt Carol's body stiffen but she stayed calm. 

Then I said, "Ray used her to show me how he fucked you in the ass." Carol started to tremble in my arms. I thought she was going to cry.

"I'm sorry," she said. "But it felt so good." 

"He did you that way every time?"

"Yes."

"You were laughing and giggling because he whispered dirty things in your ear?"

"Yes." 

"And you looked forward to it?"

"Yes."

"You needed it that much?"

"Yes."

"And you miss it now?"

"Yes."

"And if he was here right now, you'd take it up the ass again?" 

There was a long pause. "Yes."

"Even if he wanted to do it behind a locked door?"

Another long pause. "Yes."

I squeezed her tight. "You're a slut!"

"I'm a slut that loves you."

I held her in my arms. Oh God I loved her so much. Why should I care what pleased her sexually? My job was to see that she got it. Perverted? Maybe, but what about me? What about the things that turned me on, the things that I enjoyed?

I put my arm around her waist and we walked out to the patio. A bottle of Glenlivet was on the table with glasses and ice. She had been waiting for me. God I loved her!

"Is Joan coming over?" I asked.

"Yeah, and she's horny. I hope you got a couple of loads left in your balls."

"I think I'm ready. But that Mrs. Robinson was something to behold!"

"Tell me about her," Carol asked.

"You're kidding?"

"No, I'm serious. I love you. I want to please you. I need to know what kind of sex you have. Jealous? Of course I'm jealous. But you can have any woman you want, and you know it. Just tell me what she does that you like. Just give me a chance to please you."

I told Carol everything that Ray and I had done with Mrs. Robinson - every intimate detail - the helpless need of that poor woman. 

Carol looked lovingly at me. "I need you just like she needs a man. I want you just like she wants a man. You can use me just like you use her – anything you want."

When Joan arrived we had a light meal and drinks on the patio. By now we had developed a routine. We ate, drank, talked, and enjoyed ourselves like good friends. Then we went to bed. Carol and I caressed and stimulated her body with our hands and tongues. Sometimes I got my tongue on her clit and brought her to orgasm while Carol kissed her deep with their tongues intertwined. Usually Carol got us both ready – eating pussy and getting my cock wet. While I fucked her, Carol kissed her deep, played with her tits, and masturbated. 

Tonight as we lay in bed naked and sipped our drinks after our first fuck. Carol made me tell the whole story of Mrs. Robinson, except the butt-fucking lesson Ray gave me. 

"She gives great blowjobs. Ray says she could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch." 

Both girls giggled.

"And she took my whole dick down her throat."

"She took your whole dick down her throat?" Joan was in awe. How could she do that?"

"She just swallowed it down," I said.

"Did she enjoy it?" Joan asked.

"She did it to please us. She was grateful that we spent the afternoon with her. Mrs. Robinson doesn't have a regular guy and she's horny as hell! When I left she thanked me, invited me back anytime, and said she'd do anything I wanted."

Joan shook her head. "That's kinda sad. I hope I never get that way. Are you gonna go back?"

I chuckled. "If Carol lets me. That was the best blowjob I ever had."

"Sometimes you can be a real bastard," Carol said. "I give you blowjobs, I just can't take your dick down my throat. You're making me feel bad just because I've got a gag reflex."

"I could invite her over here to give you lessons."

"Me too, me too," laughed Joan.

"You bastard! You're good, baby, but no way could you handle three broads at one time!" Carol said laughing. "I'd like to see you try! Your pecker would fall off!"

We had our laugh. Then Joan turned to Carol. "What's it like being in bed with two guys?"

"Well," said Carol. "Little Miss Innocent is getting dirty thoughts."

"I'm not innocent any more," Joan said. "I've had two guys and a ... well ... you know."

"Tell me what you're thinking," said Carol.

"Well. Ray has been so nice and I'm still married to him and I don't want to end up divorced and horny like Mrs. Robinson and ... well," Joan stammered.

"What exactly is in that sweet, little head of yours?" Carol asked.

"I thought maybe I'd like to have sex with my husband again, now that he's so nice to me and I've learned a little more about sex. But, well ... I'm not sure I want to be with him alone at first. So I've been thinking about ... maybe he could join us."

I looked at Carol and got a shock. She had that horny look on her face that I knew so well! Why was she suddenly getting horny at the thought of Ray joining us in bed? Oh shit, I thought - only one reason. She's remembering how good that big cock felt when she took it up her ass. 

I leaned over and kissed her cheek gently. "I know exactly what you're thinking, baby, and it's okay. I wouldn't mind."

Carol giggled. "Wouldn't mind hell! You want to watch him do it, don't you?"

"When I saw him do it to Mrs. Robinson, it turned me on. I thought of you."

Joan looked puzzled. "What the hell are you two talking about?"

Carol laughed. "Let's get our showers and then, Little Miss Innocent, you and I are gonna have a long mother-daughter talk. If you want to fuck in a foursome honey, you're gonna see things that your innocent girlish eyes have never witnessed, and I need to get you ready."



How I Became a Cuckold Ch. 06



It had been several months since Carol and I had started our relationship with Ray's wife, Joan, and we had a great threesome going. Joan had been naïve when we started but she had learned a lot and was now quite comfortable having sex in a threesome. Carol had given her what she called her "mother-daughter" lectures and Joan's sex knowledge had improved. I enjoyed fucking two different gals – one liked it rough and the other liked it gentle.

When Ray found out he had been cuckolded it broke down that macho ego and he had become a fairly humble guy. Joan told us how nice he began to treat her at home, but of course no sex. I told Joan that he was fucking the gal she had nicknamed "Mrs. Robinson," who was divorced and led a lonely life. Joan had decided that she did not want to end up like that. She talked to us about trying to get back with Ray, and she wanted us to help. But, Ray was simply too aggressive and tough when they had sex and that turned Joan off completely.

Carol had a plan. She and Joan would go out to dinner. I would invite Ray to our house and have a long talk with him. As we planned it, we kept discussing "The Talk" and kept adding and subtracting things I should say. Essentially the idea was to involve him in group-sex, so he could see how Joan responded to tenderness. We thought they loved each other. Ray was a strong man – not a wimp - but he had to understand that it was his roughness with her that turned her off.

With all the planning, it seemed like we began to do more talking than fucking and tonight was no exception. We sat on the patio drinking Glenlivet and talking about "The Plan." We were trying to decide whether to invite both Ray and his new ladylove, Mrs. Robinson. Joan was not enthusiastic about the idea but Carol disagreed. 

"You've got to have her here. If you decide not to fuck Ray, what do you expect him to do? Play with his dick?" Carol said. "Besides, we've talked about her a lot and it's time you saw her in action. And you need to see just how horny you're gonna be if you lose your husband."

"What if I decide not to ... not to ... you know?" said Joan.

Carol said, "You don't have to fuck him if you don't want to. You can just watch him fuck Mrs. Robinson."

"I just don't want that Robinson bitch here!" Joan shouted angrily.

"That's the most encouraging thing I've heard you say," said Carol with a laugh.

Joan looked at her in surprise. "Encouraging? Why?"

"Because you're jealous!"

"I'm not jealous! I just don't ... I don't want him to ... okay ... okay, I guess, maybe, I am little bit jealous."

"You want him back," said Carol.

"Yes I do if he's not so rough. Okay. Invite her. What if he gets drunk? He gets mean when he gets drunk."

"Trust me," said Carol. "Jerry will water the scotch a little and he'll only get a few drinks. His pecker will still work and he'll be gentle as a lamb. You've seen how gentle he is around the house."

Carol looked at me. "You got all this? You know what to say?"

"Yeah. I know what to say," I said, hoping I could say it right.

The night of "The Talk" Ray came over around seven and the girls were already gone. I had ordered in Chinese and we had a light dinner and then went out to the patio where we sipped Glinlivet. To his credit he was humble and honest.

I started at the bottom line. "You want your wife back?"

"I want my wife back. I love her."

Then I hit him with the truth. "You need to learn how to fuck your wife."

"I know how to ... " he said, then got control. "Okay, what do you mean?" 

"Get hold of your macho self, Ray, I'm gonna tell you what she needs. I've been fucking your wife several times a week for months. She's never had less than two orgasms to my one. When was the last time you felt her pussy squeeze your dick in an orgasm?"

He leaned forward, almost macho, then, he got control. He paused, thinking. He let out a deep sigh. "I don't remember."

"You fucked my wife. Do you remember her pussy grabbing your cock?"

"Yes."

"You fucked Mrs. Robinson. Do you remember her pussy grabbing your cock?"

"Yes."

"But you don't remember feeling your own wife come?"

He hung his head. He was ashamed. "I don't remember."

"Okay, Ray. Tell me what the problem is."

I had never seen this strong man so humble. "I don't know how to fuck my wife."

"Great! We got to square one. Now lets try for square two. Who does know how to fuck your wife? I know it's hard to say it, but say it."

He paused, and then said very softly, "You know how to fuck my wife."

"Great! Now let's try for square three. How are you gonna learn to fuck your wife?"

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and said softly, "I'm gonna have to watch you fuck her."

"Bingo! We're there and we haven't even started our second drink."

"But I'll be a cuck!" He shouted angrily.

"Ray, face it! You're already a cuck! You just haven't watched your wife cuckold you."

He started to tremble as he thought about watching his wife spread her legs for me.

It wasn't true, but I couldn't resist saying it. "And you might even enjoy watching – a little voyeur pleasure you know – and then you'd be a full fledged voyeur-cuck." I laughed.

"It's not funny!" He shouted.

"It's gotta be funny, Ray. You laughed at me when you made me get you ready."

He remembered that. "You're not gonna make me ... I mean ... you know?"

"Suck my cock? You want your wife back bad enough. And I could make you do it in front of your wife. You made me do it in front of Carol. And you both laughed. You think, maybe, Joan might laugh?"

That broke him. He got a picture in his head of himself, on his knees, sucking my cock and Joan laughing at him. Any remaining macho just vanished. He was a strong man, but he sat there, helpless.

"Please don't. Please don't make me do that," he begged softly. Now he was ready to listen.

"Maybe I won't have to. But, Ray, keep it in mind because I want you on your very best behavior. You know what I mean. You behave and watch and learn and perform - and by the end of the night you'll fuck your wife gently and she'll have orgasms and you'll have her back again. You misbehave or don't learn and you'll lose her – maybe forever."

He nodded. "I'll do what ever you tell me to do. I want my wife back. I tremble when I see how beautiful she is around the house and watch her leave to go over to your place, knowing that you're gonna fuck her. I'm ready to do anything she wants to get her back."

Now that he was tame, I gave him "The Talk" that Carol and Joan and I had worked out. He took it well.

When the girls got back, Ray was long gone. They were eager for news.

"What did he say – what did he say" they both chorused. 

"He'll be here and bring Mrs. Robinson, and he'll behave," I said. They were delighted. 

Then we went to bed, relaxed, and I fucked them both – one rough and one gentle. It's nice to have a choice between two pussies. It's even nicer to choose both. 

The big night came at last. Carol and me and Joan and Ray and Mrs. Robinson all sat on the patio drinking scotch. The girls, as instructed, had on micro-mini skirts, chase-me catch-me fuck-me spike heels, and the usual suspects underneath. They were hot. Mrs. Robinson, in particular, seemed enthusiastic. I think she saw two couples that might provide her with sexual pleasure for months to come.

We played music, drank Glenlivet, and danced. We massaged ass and played with boobs and we swapped off, except Ray didn't dance with Joan. Five horny people. Mrs. Robinson's big tits got a lot of attention and Ray spent a lot of time playing with Carol's ass.

Early on Mrs. Robinson said to Joan, "I understand you're hoping to get your husband back?"

"Well," Joan said, "he's a rough bastard, but he's my bastard and I want him. I don't want to live alone." 

Mrs. Robinson looked sad for a moment. "I know what you mean, honey. Good luck."

We danced and gradually the girls stripped down. They were beautiful, dancing naked in spike heels. Three beautiful bodies – all naked and all different. They were more fun to dance with when they were naked. Then we headed for the bedroom. 

The girls wanted to see Mrs. Robinson deep-throat me first, so I sat in a bedroom chair with my legs spread and a hard cock sticking straight up. Mrs. Robinson got on her knees between my legs and Joan and Carol kneeled down close, to watch. She was giving a lesson.

"Just take it like this," she said, putting the head of my cock in her mouth. Then she mumbled around my dick, "and then just swallow it." And she did. Down she went - down till her lips were buried in my pubic hair. Then up again, then down, her lips moved from my curly pubic hair back up till the head of my dick was exposed. God! She was good.

"Oh my God," said Joan. "She's taking all of it!"

Carol said, "You gotta respect that! I gotta learn that." She held my head in her hands and kissed me. "Oh yeah baby! Enjoy it!" Then she said to Mrs. Robinson, "Oh yeah honey! Do him! Do him!" She deep kissed me and held my head tight. Damn! It was quick. When I groaned and pumped my load, the girls cheered and laughed.

I fell back in the chair breathing heavily. And the girls kept laughing.

"Jesus! I want to learn how to do that," said Joan. "How the hell do you take it so deep and not gag?"

Mrs. Robinson looked up. Her mouth was full of cum. "Mmum Muum," she said as she got control and swallowed it. "You've got to concentrate. Don't think about gagging. Think about pleasing the guy. When you take it deep, think about how his dick feels when it rubs up against a pair of soft tonsils. Think about him – not yourself."

Joan leaned over and went down on my cock. The expression on Ray's face was priceless. I was getting soft but she got almost all of my dick into her mouth.

"I can do it! I can do it!" She screamed as she let my pecker fall out of her mouth.

"You gotta do it when it's hard honey," said Mrs. Robinson laughing. 

"It's a start," said Carol.

We talked and laughed for a few minutes, then, Carol looked at Joan. "Are you ready baby?"

"As ready as I'm gonna get," Joan said, with a big sigh.

I picked her up in my arms, tenderly, and carried her to bed. I knew Ray was watching along with everybody else. This was a very important fuck.

I laid her gently on the bed and kissed her. Then I began to work on her body with my hands and tongue - soft and gentle. My tongue started on her nipples and I worked down to her belly. It was the way I usually did her so she knew exactly what to expect and she was comfortable. She was moaning and getting aroused. She spread her legs for me. When my tongue got to her clit I thought her body was going to explode. She started trembling. I kept stimulating her. Then she started to beg.

"Oh God take me. Please take me."

I kept teasing her. I wanted that macho bastard to hear his wife beg me. Carol was watching, as was Mrs. Robinson. But for me the only one who mattered was Ray. I wanted him to feel like a real cuckold. He had made me suck his cock to get him ready to fuck my wife. I wanted him to feel the same humiliation I had felt. Even though, I had enjoyed it, and I knew he wouldn't.

I took my time moving between her legs. Her hips were humping now. She really wanted it! I rubbed the head of my cock on her dripping pussy. 

"Oh yes! Oh God yes! Do it! Please!"

It was shameless begging now. I glanced at Ray. He was trembling and his eyes were frozen on my cock rubbing her pussy. I could see he didn't like it – he was a very unhappy cuck - but he knew if he wanted her back he had to be strong enough to see what she needed. What hurt him most was the knowledge that his wife wanted to fuck me. I knew that feeling – Carol always wanted to fuck him. I slipped my dick into her slowly. She was humping to get me deeper, but I was teasing her, slow and gentle and she kept begging. 

"Oh God I need it."

Then I fucked her slowly and gently. She settled in and humped just like always. It was a gentle, loving fuck. Carol was whispering in Ray's ear to keep him steady and tell him what excited Joan most. Then Joan had her first orgasm. She had three, about two minutes apart. She was much more turned on than usual. Finally, when I pumped my load she had her fourth. Ray just watched and trembled. I think he was in awe. For the first time in his macho life, he saw the woman he loved, ecstatically enjoying sex. And it was with another man! Just as I had seen Carol enjoy it many times.

"Oh sweet Jesus," said Mrs. Robinson, "I wish I could come like that. He brought her off four times. Damn! I'll bet that tight little pussy of hers felt good."

I got out of bed and Joan laid there breathing heavily. Carol had been whispering in Ray's ear but now he was whispering in her ear and her face was a picture of lust. She was stroking her clit and nodding her head yes.

"Do me Ray. Do me - please. It's been so long and I need it. God! I need it" She said it out loud, not caring who heard her.

Ray rubbed lubricant on that monstrous cock of his and Carol dropped to her knees on the rug and presented her ass to him. She was gonna take it up the ass, just like she took it in that locked bedroom – only this time her pleasure would not be private – it would be public, for all of us to watch.  

Ray got on his knees behind her and put the head of that enormous cock on the tight sphincter muscle of her asshole. He glanced back at me to see if I was watching. Holding her hips so she couldn't get away, he gradually increased the pressure, moving his hips steadily forward. Her tense sphincter muscle slowly yielded and when it suddenly gave way she screamed and groaned as that huge cock plunged deep into her ass hole.

"Oh! Ahhh! Oh! Oh my God. Ahhh!" 

Then she begged him, just like his wife had begged me.

"Fuck me! Oh God Ray please! I need it!"

Joan had never seen this kind of sex before but Carol had told her about it in what she called her "mother-daughter" lectures. Joan got up on her elbow in bed and watched with fascination as Carol took that monster up the ass. He had one hand on her tits and the other playing with her clitoris and it was obvious to everyone that she loved it. She was ecstatic with pleasure.

Ray settled into a slow and gentle fuck, whispering in Carol's ear. It must have been dirty because suddenly Carol giggled and then gave that loud, titillating, musical laugh that had tormented me so much when I heard it through that locked bedroom door. Jealousy gripped my gut – just like before. That bastard was enjoying himself and so was my wife. And with shame, I admitted to myself – so was I.

Mrs. Robinson walked over and embraced me. "I'll do that for you," she said and started stroking my cock. It was only then that I realized that I had gotten an erection and had been stroking it as I watched Ray fuck my wife. Mrs. Robinson had read me like a book and I was embarrassed and humiliated. 

"It's okay," she whispered. "Some guys like to watch. There's nothing wrong with that."

She held me, lovingly, as those familiar feelings of jealousy and humiliation and arousal flooded my body. I needed this just like Carol needed to take that big cock up her ass and somehow Mrs. Robinson knew it.

Joan joined us in a three-way embrace and we stood there watching Carol's ecstasy. Carol laughed and giggled as he fucked her. Then she started to grunt like an animal and I knew she was working for her orgasm. 

"Look at her face," Joan said. "I've never seen her look like that. And listen to her grunt."

"Yeah," said Mrs. Robinson. "She's in whores' heaven right now."

Carol suddenly cried out. "Oh my God! Play with my tits. I'm gonna come!" 

And then loud moans of ecstasy followed, as we three watched her whole body start to tremble. 

"She likes it," said Joan. "She really likes it. Do I tremble like that?"

Mrs. Robinson chuckled. "We all do honey – we all do. That is, when we're lucky enough to get serviced by a guy as good as the studs we got here tonight."

Then she squeezed my dick, laughed, and whispered to me, "You damn well better learn to shove this thing up her ass, baby, if you want to keep that horny bitch at home."

Ray and Carol embraced each other and laid down on the floor. I stroked Mrs. Robinson's ass, as we watched Carol and Ray rest for several minutes. Then Joan walked over and took Ray by the hand and helped him to his feet. He looked at her with surprise and then pleasure as she led him to bed.

Carol joined us. "Keep your fingers crossed. He's always tender with my ass but he's a brute when he fucks pussy."

"I like a brute between my legs," said Mrs. Robinson, "and I think you do too Carol."

"Yeah I do, but you saw what Joan likes. Oh look at him. Oh yes!"

Ray had Joan on her back and he was stroking her body and tickling her tits with his tongue just like he saw me do. She had her eyes closed and was moaning softly. His tongue worked from her sensitive breasts down her belly and through her bush. She spread her legs for him – moaning as she did so. Then he started working delicately on her clit. He was taking his time and he was very tender. 

"Oh yes Ray, yes. I'm ready," she said.

I felt Carol shudder. "Oh shit! What'll that horny bastard do now? If I said that, he'd just ram that big sausage home with all the subtlety of a stud stallion."

Ray kept on tonguing Joan's clit gently. And Joan started to moan louder. His hands stroked from her breasts down her body and under her ass and Joan began to tremble when his fingers worked back up to her sensitive tits.

"Oh please baby. I love you. Take me!"

Ray kept on caressing her just like I had done. She was getting more aroused every minute. Finally, when it seemed she could stand it no longer he moved slowly between her legs and, with a gentleness I thought impossible for a big man, he eased his cock into her and began a slow rhythmic stroke. Her arms pulled his hairy chest close to her body and her hips lifted up to him and started humping vigorously. But Ray's movements continued to be slow and gentle. 

In barely two minutes, just like with me, she began to moan and her body trembled in orgasm. Ray kept fucking her gently till she finished and she began working for her second orgasm, pumping her hips eagerly again. Carol looked up at me and smiled. 

"I think that rough brute has finally learned how to fuck his wife, thank God. But they've got a lot of sack time to make up."

I had been watching Ray and it was only now that I saw Carol's hand on Mrs. Robinson's pussy and heard the wet sounds of a horny pussy. Mrs. Robinson slowly laid down on the floor, spread her legs, and guided Carol's head to her pussy.

Carol buried her face in that big, wet, horny pussy and her tongue moved from clit to wide spread pussy lips, sucking out the juice, noisily. Mrs. Robinson had a big pussy with engorged lips hanging out at least two inches. That's gotta be the second biggest pussy in San Diego, I thought, right after Carol's. I got down on the floor and kissed Mrs. Robinson and started playing with those huge tits that I had been admiring all evening. I felt Carol's hand on my testicles and she gently pulled me down between Mrs. Robinson's legs. 

"This lady needs to get fucked," Carol said to me. "And don't be gentle. Fuck her like a whore. That's what she likes."

"I know baby – I just fucked her two weeks ago," I said.

Mrs. Robinson chuckled. "Yeah and I've been horny ever since waiting for another fuck. You know how I like it, baby. Do me rough – do me rough!"

I did her rough. 



How I Became a Cuckold Ch. 07



It had been only a few weeks since Ray and Joan found each other again. Every time Carol and I saw them at the club they were smiling and happy, but we didn't see them very often. I remember Carol saying that they had a lot of "sack time" to catch up on and I suspected that they were doing exactly that. On one occasion, I was standing alone at the bar sipping Glenlivet when Ray walked up next to me and ordered a drink. 

He leaned close and said softly, "Thanks, Jerry, I owe you one." 

"Is everything okay now," I asked.

"Everything's wonderful." Then he walked back to his table.

That evening as Carol and I sat on the patio enjoying a drink and conversation, she told me that Joan had called to thank her. 

"She said that their marriage was wonderful now that Ray was so tender with her."

I chuckled. "It's really kinda funny, you know, that he couldn't figure out how to fuck his wife, I mean ... you know ... it was so obvious." 

"It's not funny at all," said Carol. "And it wasn't obvious to him. Some men are sensitive, like you. It took you ... what? ... less than a minute? ... the first time you were naked in bed with Joan, to figure out how to fuck her. He'd been living with her for years and didn't know what she needed. And take Mrs. Robinson - you knew right away that she wanted to be fucked like a whore. Poor Ray had no idea what either of those women wanted – he just fucked 'em both like whores. That's the reason Mrs. Robinson and I enjoyed fuckin him so much and Joan didn't. But he just fucked everybody that same way. That is – until he saw you with Joan."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," I said.

"Some men are just not sensitive to a woman's feelings. That doesn't mean they don't love her." Carol said.

"I've been thinking about that. Sensitivity, I mean. You didn't see her do it, but when I was watching Ray fuck you that night, I got a hard on and started to stroke it. Mrs. Robinson came over to me and embraced me tenderly, and then ... and then ... she stroked it for me. She knew exactly what I was feeling and she told me it was okay – she said some guys like to watch – she just read my feelings like a book. She knew I liked it."

Carol chuckled, "Well you can be damn sure that Ray doesn't like to watch. It took a strong man to do what he did. And he did it for love."

I nodded and said, "Today at the club bar, Ray said a very private thing to me. He almost whispered it."

"What did he say?" Carol asked.

"He said, 'Thanks Jerry, I owe you one' and from the way he said it I could tell he really meant it."

Carol nodded. "You see? How hard, do you think it was for that strong man to say thanks to the guy who'd been fuckin his wife for two months? He was losing the woman he loved and you showed him how to get her back. But learning from you and thanking you? That took a really strong man."

I started laughing.

"What the hell are you laughing at?" Carol asked.

"I guess this means that having a foursome with them is out of the question," I said.

Carol joined my laughter. "It sure as hell is! Fucking me was a macho thing when he thought Joan didn't know about it. But there is no way on God's green earth that Ray's gonna bring his newfound wife to a sex party. Did you see the look on his face when he was watching you fuck her? I was holding him and he was trembling. I thought he might even attack you and I'm sure he would have except he knew it would destroy his marriage."

"Well, we've lost Ray. Who's gonna fuck you in the ass now? Because now that I've seen it, I know how much you like to take it up the ass. Mrs. Robinson said you were in 'whores' heaven when she watched you take it."

"Honey, just get your learner's permit and start practicing. Why don't we invite Mrs. Robinson over to help? You like those big tits of hers."

"You want me to invite her for me?" I asked.

"For you and ... well ... you're not a selfish person. And she's very sensitive. And I think she understands us both."

Her wish was my command, and the following evening I picked up a smiling Mrs. Robinson and drove her to our place. She was dressed in a miniskirt that showed off her legs and a low cut blouse that showed off even better features. 

"Have you seen Ray at the club?" I asked, as we drove back to our place.

"A few times and he looked very happy. He was even kind enough to mention to me that although he considered me a good friend and I had done nothing to offend him, he wouldn't be seeing me any more in private. He was nice when he said it – almost like an apology."

I chuckled. "I think he's directing all of his energy to his wife."

"And that's a good thing for both of them. But that doesn't mean I won't miss that rough, heavy-hung bastard."

"That's essentially what Carol said."

Mrs. Robinson chuckled. "I'll bet she did, but Carol's got more to lose than I do. I'll bet you haven't learned to stick that damn thing up her ass yet, and even when you do learn – don't forget – you're missing a good three inches off of what that stud's been spoiling her with. She's gonna remember his dick in a very special way."

I looked at her. "I can't believe you said that. Most guys just wouldn't take that!"

"I wouldn't say it to most guys," she said. "But you're not most guys. You're sensitive – you understand women – and you understand men too. And you're kind. You had Ray figured out from the start. You actually gave his wife back to him. You could still be fuckin that tight little pussy."

"Well ..."

"Say thank you – that was a compliment!"

When we got home, Carol had a light dinner prepared and we had a couple of drinks. We opened a bottle of good Cab and I lit up a joint. We talked and laughed as we passed it around and sipped our wine. It was fairly strong grass and we all got very happy. I danced with Mrs. Robinson and played with her ass. Then Carol danced with Mrs. Robinson and played with her ass. Then I turned off the lights and the three of us lay down on the thick soft carpet and Carol and I took turns kissing her. We were laughing a lot as we undressed each other but by the time we got naked we were well into that silent seriousness of sex. Our hands and lips explored each other and I heard the sounds of soft kisses. Then I heard the wet squishy sounds of a pair of horny pussies being played with. 

I felt a hand on my cock and when I looked down Mrs. Robinson was applying a thick layer of Vaseline to my dick. Then she positioned Carol on her knees – legs apart - with her ass up in the air. She guided me gently and held my very hard cock against the tight sphincter of Carol's ass. I began a gentle pressure and was surprised that I slipped in quite easily. Carol barely moaned as I entered her. She'd had some booze and she was stoned and happy and high, but I remembered the pain Ray's massive cock had caused when he entered her that night. Of course he'd been pounding her ass every week for months – had that loosened her up a bit? I wondered. Then, with one hand on her clitoris and the other caressing her breasts, exactly as I had seen Ray do, I began to gently fuck her in the ass.

Mrs. Robinson caressed my balls for a short time and then moved in front of Carol. She laid on her back, she spread her legs wide with her knees in the air, and reached up for Carol's head. She pulled Carol down and guided her face into the second biggest pussy in San Diego and I could tell from the squishy wet sounds that Carol was working hard on every bit of it. Carol had her hands under Mrs. Robinson's ass – one hand supporting each buttock to get better leverage eatin that big pussy. My rhythm fucking Carol seemed to govern the rhythm of all three of us, as Mrs. Robinson pumped Carol's face in front with the same rhythm that I fucked her from behind. I remembered Mrs. Robinson talking about "whores' heaven" and I thought that maybe Carol had found it again. It felt just as good to give this to my wife as it felt to watch someone else do it her.

Maybe it was the grass – maybe it was the booze – maybe it was the special chemistry of the three of us – but we just seemed to float in a timeless, weightless, sea of silence, free of the usual groaning and grunting and panting of sexual debauchery. We went on and on in a never-ending, silent, triple passion. Finally, after what seemed an eternity I heard Carol moan softly and felt the contractions of her rectum as an orgasm swept through her trembling body – then I felt my own – and somehow I sensed, though I did not hear, Mrs. Robinson's orgasm. We moved, almost in slow motion, to disengage our interlocked bodies and lay down together on the rug. Strangely, I was neither tired nor breathing heavily and my lovers lay quietly beside me. We were floating in an endless, silent space. Then, I went to sleep and they slept as well. 

The radiant morning sun blazed through the living room windows almost blasting me awake with its brilliance. I looked around, momentarily lost, wondering where the hell I was. I was laying between two, beautiful, naked women – both sound asleep. My head hurt, I was thirsty, my back was sore, and I had a lousy taste in my mouth. Under normal circumstances, being between two beautiful naked women would have presented me with the choice of which tits to play with first. This morning, my choice was between Alka-Seltzer and tomato juice – the latter preferably with an added ingredient. 

As I untangled myself to head for the kitchen, the ladies woke up, moving slowly. They began to groan, but not - I assure you - the kind of groans I had heard in the dark last night from these beautiful naked women. They were holding their heads and trying to open their eyes. We three were in serious difficulty and in no mood for any loud noises, until my loving wife suddenly created massive, loud laughter. 

"Jesus I got a lousy taste in my mouth. Must have been something I ate." 

Carol sat there puckering her lips and running her tongue around her mouth. I thought I had found every painful place in my body when I was getting to my feet. But I was wrong. As I started almost hysterical laughter, I found a lot more places that hurt.

"Oh God it hurts to laugh," said Mrs. Robinson getting up off the rug, her big breasts bouncing as she laughed.

I looked her up and down and she was beautiful – simply stunning! But I thought women were not supposed to look this good in the morning. Then I quit staring at her tits and realized that some attention was needed to her hair and face. Carol was not much better off. 

Somebody had to do it. So I took charge. "All right people! It hurts too much to do it slow! Quick! To the shower! Now! Bloody Marys! Later!" 

I marched them both into the shower – we had a big double one – and we showered and groaned and soaped and rinsed and groaned and washed pussies and washed balls and washed tits and rubbed each others butts and groaned - and then, dripping wet with dripping hair and towels drying ourselves off, we headed for the kitchen – buck-naked - with me picking up a bottle of Stoli on the way. Carol poured three glasses half full of cold orange juice and I filled them the rest of the way with Stoli. Then Carol got out the bloody Mary mix and three big glasses.

In a commanding voice Carol said, "You've got to drink the health food first!" And she passed out the OJ-vodka mix and we chug-a-lugged. 

The girls tied their wet hair up in some kind of something and the three of us, still buck-naked headed for the living room each with a bloody Mary in hand. Carol took over and began to give orders. 

"The good news," she shouted, "is that it's Saturday! We got all day to do nothing. We don't even have to get dressed. We can stay naked all day. Mrs. Robinson, you're staying over till Sunday. Jerry, put three steaks out to defrost and check out our supply of pot. We got a Saturday party coming up. Mrs. Robinson you and me have got to sit down for a moment and quietly pray that Jerry's pecker lives through the weekend. We've only got the one pecker between the two of us, so we'll have to be gentle with it." 



Dear Reader: This is the last chapter in the "How I Became a Cuckold" series. However, the story of Jerry and Carol and Mrs. Robinson will continue because they live in San Diego. Some of you may recall that Lynn and Bobby and Princess also live in San Diego. These two sets of triplets are not close friends (yet) although they belong to the same country club. Think of it – one cuck, one Bi, two straight swingers, and two horny, thirty-something blonds. Do you think they might find something to do? You'll find out in Chapter 9 of the "Lynn and Bobby" series. I haven't written it yet, so all suggestions will be much appreciated.