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The Cuckold Ch. 01

By: sissyboycamille



I sat down and finally relaxed. After a hard day at work it was good to put my feet up. I flicked through the channels on the TV and left it on the news. My wife had made a lovely dinner and was now upstairs in the shower. I took another sip of my wine and looked at the glass for moment. This evening could end very nicely if I played my cards right. I went into the kitchen and brought back another glass. I filled it with wine and waited for my wife to come back downstairs. After five years of marriage the sex was scarce. I tried to think back to the last time we did it. Two months ago, on my birthday. Birthday sex. Still, with a little help from the grape juice maybe it would be my birthday tonight.

I had a very good relationship with my wife, we agreed on most things, went on lovely holidays regularly, we were comfortably well off and since the last of her children moved out to go to university we had the house to ourselves. I thought the peace and quiet might equate to more sex but it didn't seem to make any difference. Admittedly our sex life had never been explosive, even at the beginning when we first started seeing each other. She had always been very self-conscious of the way she looked. Oh, don't get me wrong, I don't mean her face, she's beautiful, and her figure too, knockout, I couldn't have wished for a better looking wife. No, I mean the way she looks, you know, down there. After having two children she wasn't as tidy as she once was and this caused her some embarrassment. She went to great lengths, when we first started to have sex at the beginning of our relationship, to apologise and ensure I was aware that her labia had at one time been a bright pink colour and so trim at was barely noticeable. Whereas now it was saddle bag brown and could probably be stretched out to several centimetres. I'm not complaining though, I was happy to except her the way she was. She often complained that she had been stretched a lot, especially during the birth of her second child. I tried to assure that everything felt fine to me and that she was imagining it. Truth be told, I often found it difficult to get enough friction to really enjoy the sex properly. Though, right now any sex at all would be a welcome change. I don't see how we ever got to this stage in our sex lives. I was always happy to use the dildos on her that she bought off the internet. Gigantic things some of them. Surely there's a point where it's just too big isn't there? I couldn't see how she could get pleasure from them. I read somewhere that only the first two inches of the vagina are sensitive, so my equipment should be enough. At four inches erect I'm within the national average. I'll admit to my manhood being on the slender side but it's the length that counts. Isn't it?

I heard my wife's footsteps down the stairs and she walked into the living room. "Okay, I'm off out dear, I'll see you later." She said. She was wearing a tight dress that showed off everything and a sexy pair of high heels that I'd never seen before, she looked stunning.

"What do you mean? You never said you were going out tonight."

"Darling, I told you about this on Tuesday. I'm going out for a drink with the girls."

"But I thought we were going to have a quiet night in." I said desperately. I could see any chance of sex tonight disappearing out the window.

"We can do that any time dear. I just want to have a little bit of fun, that's all."

"I was thinking we could get an early night and have a little bit of fun ourselves. You know."

"Well," she said, and looked at her watch, "I suppose I've got a few minutes."

"What, you mean right now?" I doubted she meant sex, probably just a hand job.

"Yes, as long as it doesn't take long."

I wasn't sure what she meant by that but it looked like the best offer I was going to get for a while. She was making for the stairs and looked over her shoulder. "Are you coming then?" she asked. I almost tripped over myself to follow her.

Once in the bedroom we lay on the bed kissing. In my excitement I was already naked. "Aren't you dressed a little bit too sexy for a drink with your friends dear?"

"We might go to a club after." She said. I didn't see how this answered my question but I let it pass because I was very horny by this point. I slid off her panties and went to lie on top of her. "Wait a second dear," she said, "I've got a present for you." She reached into her bedside drawer and pulled something out. She showed it to me. "Have you seen one of these before? It's called a fleshlight. I was saving it for a special occasion but now is as good a time as any."

I made out that I didn't know what it was but of course I knew what it was, I had even considered buying one for myself. "What's it for?" I asked.

"I thought we could get have some fun with it." she said. She pushed her thumb into the rubbery part where it joined the plastic edge. Working her way round she gradually prised the rubber insert from the outer casing. She threw the plastic part on the floor. "We won't be needing that." She said.

She took a pot of vaseline from the bedside table and scooped out a glob with two fingers. She started smearing it up and down along the length of the rubber shaft. "What are you going to do with it now?" Without answering me she separated her labia and placed the narrow end just inside the opening to her vagina. Gently she pushed it in a short distance and began pumping it in and out a little, gradually working it further in, bit by bit. Why was she doing this? Was it meant to be a private show to turn me on? If so why didn't she just use one of her regular dildos? She kept pushing until the whole thing was inside her and only the bright pink dome with its little moulded slit was visible. She pulled her pussy lips out and stretched them over the surface as far as they would reach.

"What do you think?" she asked. I was dumb founded, what on earth could I say? I knew she was quite big down there but I never would have thought she could have accommodated something so thick. She saw that I wasn't going to answer. "Why don't you try it out?"

"Try it out?" as soon as the words left my mouth I realised what she meant. Had it really come to this? That two healthy people had to resorting to prosthetics just to get their kicks? 

"It'll be nice and tight for you. They make them in different sizes..." She stopped mid-sentence, I wondered what she was about to say. The thought of sex like this was absolutely alien to me but I hadn't had it in so long. "I can see you're excited." She said. I looked down at my slender penis, it had betrayed me, it was engorged bigger than ever, at least four and a quarter inches. Without saying a word I slid my cock into the opening. It was better than I could ever have imagined, not just tight but flexible, it gripped gently and seemed to milk my cock. I was humping slowly at first; I wanted to savour the feeling, the wonderful, long desired sensation of a tight pussy at last. "Good boy." she said. Why did my wife say that? She didn't normally speak during sex. Maybe she was getting off on this whole thing, perhaps the fleshlight was acting like a huge dildo and my pumping actions where turning her on? I began pumping in and out faster; maybe I could make her come like this, finally, after all these years. Had we inadvertently found the missing element to our sex life? She slid a hand down my back and squeezed my butt. I felt her finger touch my ring piece and worm its way round and round until the tip found its way inside. I glanced at my wife's face. She was wearing a peculiar little smile and if I didn't know better there was a slight hint of amusement in her face. I couldn't blame her, I suppose the situation was quite odd but she was clearly enjoying it. "Don't hold back dear, come as quickly as you like." She said and with those words I came, convulsing like a bolt of electricity was focusing every nerve ending in my body directly to my cock. I collapsed, my head on her chest, my hair damp with sweat, sticking to her skin. "Well done darling." She said and patted me gently on the back.

Eventually, still panting, I slid off and lay next to her. She removed the fleshlight, stood up and slid her panties back on. "What are you doing?" I asked.

She picked up her handbag and standing in the bedroom doorway, said "You've had your fun dear, now I'm off to have mine." I heard her footsteps down the stairs and then the front door open. "I'll see you tomorrow darling. Don't wait up." she called out, and with a little laugh she closed the door behind her.

The Cuckold Ch. 02



I don't know... people seem to have it in for me these days. First off, I come down the stairs this morning and there's a letter for me on the doormat from some anonymous person saying terrible things about me, really hurtful. I mean, what's that all about? Seems like I'd upset somebody just because of what I do. Well, you can't please everybody can you? But I tell you what, it did make me think. I mean, perhaps I was fucking up as many lives as I was helping. It's only ever been my intention to give the customers what they want -- satisfaction - cos after all said and done, the customer's always right, aren't they? But what if this gigolo lark did have consequences for some people? Did I really want to live with that weight on my shoulders? Seems like the older you get the softer you become... or maybe it's just part of growing up -- having scruples I mean.

I suppose everybody's got a conscience somewhere inside them. That's why I never like to go back on a job. I think once you've been there, done that, you should be on your way the hell out of there, because I tell you what, once you start getting to know people your perspective starts to change too. I mean, it don't do to get involved. Because once you start getting involved the old barriers go up. Things like emotions and concern get in the way of the job, or 'working relationship' should I say. Not that I'm against getting involved with anybody if the situation's right, it's just that it don't always do to mix business with pleasure.

What happened was; I'd had a text message the previous evening from Melanie which was completely out the blue. She wanted me to go round to her house today - not business or nothing like that - to collect something I'd left behind - so she said, anyway. Well that was a right mystery for a start because I was pretty sure I hadn't left anything behind when I was round there the other day. I'm always careful about leaving things in people's houses.

And that's when I saw the old brake lights come on and I thought, no, hold it Jason, there's something a bit fishy here. Tread careful. She just wants me back round there for a freebee or something. I tell you what though, I was tempted, especially today, because I didn't have a job on and I was at a loose end. I dunno, one minute there's dozens of rich women who want my services and next minute there's fuck all. It's a funny old world out there. But I don't let that sort of thing bother me. So although I was free for the day, I wanted to spend it driving down country roads in my old jam jar. That's all I felt like doing. I deserved a day off from shagging and what-not once in a while.

I texted Melanie to let her know I couldn't come over because I had an appointment, but that I'd let her know when I could come over and pick up whatever it was I was supposed to have left behind. Which was a bit of a lie, because I was wary about seeing her socially and wasn't sure whether I'd go back round at all, but I didn't to knock it completely on the head.

Now the funny thing was, I was feeling quite perky when I got up this morning, full of the joys of spring you might say. I was looking forward to my day off and going for a drive, having a drink and a pub lunch at the end of it. But I guess that letter from the 'Land of the Single Brain Cell' should have been a warning for me about how the day was going to go. And it's always the same with those kinds of people... in the best coward's tradition; they never leave a name or address. They just lob a few stones, break a few windows, run away and hide. I sometimes wonder what they're afraid of. Still, never mind. It takes all sorts.

When I went out the get in the Porsche, which I have to park outside, I could sense something wasn't right. It kind of looked all sorry for itself, like it was sulking. Usually, it looks all cocky, raring to go, like it's got a hard-on. When I got out to it I could see there was a fucking great score along the length of the nearside, right down to the primer, a white wiggly line in the bright red paint, front to back. I tell you, it felt like someone had just ripped my heart out, and it usually takes a lot to upset me. Not only that... when I looked down I could see I had a flat on the rear... and when I looked back at the front, that one'd been done as well. I somehow knew it would be a similar story on the offside. I walked round and saw that those had been spiked too, and to cap it all somebody had taken a kick at the driver's door. I tell you, that's the closest I've been to tears for ages. I mean what kind of pillock does that? I hate mindless vandalism, but this looked far more vindictive. I suppose they, whoever they were, think to themselves, well I can't afford one, so we'll kick the shit out of his because he can.

So that put a completely different slant on the day. I was pig sick. I went back inside and made myself a cuppa and phoned my mate Terry who works at the garage as a panel-beater. I told him all about it and he said he'd come over with the wreck truck and cart it off to hospital. That suited me because I just wanted to get out and away from this place for a while. I told Terry the keys would be under the wheel arch and to call me when my baby was all better. I knew then that I was going to have to move somewhere else pretty soon, a nicer area, somewhere where people were a bit more friendly.

So I had a cup of tea and then decided at the last minute to phone Melanie. Well, after the start to the day I'd had I figured I needed a bit of cheering up.

"Hello, Jason, what a surprise... I thought-"

"I've been let down," I said. "last minute cancellation, so I'm free. I could come over... you know, if you..."

"Well, that would have been lovely, but I'm just going out, dear, unfortunately."

"Oh well, another time then."

"When I thought you weren't coming, I arranged to go and see my mother. What a nuisance!"

"Don't worry about it."

"But hold on, I'll only be a couple of hours... Tell you what, I'll leave the key out under the pot by the front door. You can let yourself in and wait for me if you like. I'll de-activate the alarm, so you won't have to worry about that. Make yourself a drink, watch the television."

"What about Michael?"

"Well, he'd normally be at work in the city anyway, but he's gone abroad on business for a few days."

So that was that. I agreed to go over and wait for her to get back from her mum's. Now, bearing in mind what I've said about never going back on a job, and not mixing business with pleasure..? Yeah, I know... mug, or what?

Well, I just needed some TLC for a few hours while my car was being straightened out. And I quite fancied Melanie in a nice way to be honest. Like I said, she was a little bit on the flat side in the chest department, but she had class... and the longest legs I've ever seen on a bird. Storks and ostriches accepted of course. And she's got a lovely arse on her. Class and arse... luvly-jubly! In fact, I'd been thinking about her more than I should, truth be told.

In the end I decided to cycle across town on my mountain bike because it was a bit too far to walk and it would be good because I could keep the bike out of sight once I'd ensconced myself in Melanie's house. Whereas the Porsche would have attracted attention, nosey neighbours seeing somebody else's car on the drive..?

"Ello-ello..? What's going 'ere then?" You never know who's watching you, eh? Anyway, Melanie might take an extra fancy to me in the kinky lycra, because it shows the old bollocks off if nothing else. There we go... cheering myself up already. It don't take me long.

I got round to Melanie's on the far side of town, the nice part, in about twenty minutes. I had a quick gander before I went up the drive, just to make sure there were no curtains shifting shiftily in the neighbours' windows. The coast was clear and I rode up the drive, put the bike out of sight round the side of the house and then looked for the pot by the front door. The key was there and I let myself in and took off my backpack with the change of clothes in.

It felt kind of strange in there on my own. I could smell Melanie's perfume lingering in the hallway when I went in. It was lovely. I had a look round, something I hadn't done when I'd been there before. I must say Melanie and Michael had good taste, not that I know much about quality furnishing and that. I only know what looks good, and the stuff looked good. They had some of those Dali things on the wall of the stairway, and those ones where the eyes are on the same side of the face by... Picasso, that's the geezer. There was one of those galleried landing type affairs upstairs, very classy. Oh yes, this was a nice house all right.

The décor, furniture and fittings everywhere all looked in context. Yes, I could see myself in something like this, no danger. I definitely wanted a piece of this. It certainly knocked the dust off my old terrace jobby.

I went out into the kitchen, still in my cycling gear. I was sweating a bit from the ride. Melanie had left me a note on the work top:

"Hi Jason, shouldn't be too long. Help yourself to tea or coffee and biscuits. I've left it out for you. Oh, and you're welcome to use the shower if you're hot from your ride -- ha-ha! See you soon, sweetie..."

Well, I tell you this was the business. You could've fitted my front room into their kitchen no problem. There were all sorts of gadgets, all the latest mod cons. It all looked clean too, hardly used.

I went up to the bathroom. It was completely mirror-tiled. You could have played cricket in it. I had a lovely shower and freshened up with some of my Lynx spray and some of Michael's cologne, expensive, smelled it anyway.

Then I got changed, had a look round upstairs -- there was a mirror on the ceiling in the master bedroom, lots of furry toys on the fluffy pillows and an en-suite -- then I went down and stretched out on the settee, at least that's what I think it was. It was one of those things with one end missing, a chaise longue, I think they're called. Anyway, it was nice and comfy because I must have dozed off.

Next thing I know, Melanie's standing over me saying: "My word, such a sleepyhead. I thought virile young men had energy to burn. I hope you're not going to disappoint me now I've rushed home."

"Sorry," I said, stretching. "Had a bad night." I started to get up, but she pushed me back down. "You said I'd forgotten something?"

She straddled my hips and then leaned forward, so that her face came down to meet mine. "You had." Her wet lips parted. "This..." And then her lips were upon mine, her hand tearing at the buttons of my shirt." Her kiss was like fire, passionate, so different to when we had first met when it had been a contrived charade. Now, the playing field had changed vastly.

(...continued in Part Three...)



The Cuckold Ch. 02



Since that strange evening the sex with my wife had become very intense. We had gone from having sex once every month or two to a few times a week. She seemed to have discovered a new found interest in sex. Everything turned her on. A few times she came home very late and had me on my knees in the living room licking her pussy for ages, her pussy smelling strongly after a long day at work. Then we would have to race upstairs to use her toys. Her favourite was a new dildo, bigger than all the other's and black.

After teasing out of me that I had enjoyed her finger in my butt hole, she revelled in probing her fingers deeper and deeper. Eventually she suggested we try one of her smaller vibrators, I wasn't going to complain, I was over the moon that I was getting so much sex, it didn't matter that it was a bit kinky. She used plenty of lube and I have to say it was pretty good. As long as she didn't tell anyone I didn't see anything wrong with it. Like she said, just because you have something in your butt during sex it doesn't make you gay. A married couple can do whatever they like in their own home. I had to agree with her logic. She was always so careful when inserting them, so skilful. It wasn't very long before she was using some of the bigger dildos on me without any pain at all. I was quite proud of myself for adapting to this new sensation. The feeling of the dildo going in and out of my butt while she sucked my cock was so intense it was difficult not to come straight away.

The sessions would always end with her inserting the fleshlight into her pussy and me pounding away until I came. She didn't seem to mind if I came quickly, in fact she seemed to encourage it. She seemed radiant and satisfied all the time now, so obviously all this was working.

Never the less, I had doubts about myself and my ability to perform adequately. Specifically my penis size if I'm being honest. My wife had accidentally mentioned that the fleshlight came in different sizes. When I checked out the markings I found it had an 'H' moulded onto the inner wall. The fleshlight website stated that the three sizes were named 'Hare', 'Bull' and 'Stallion', hare being the smallest.

I double checked the penis size website that I had referred to before; it had given me the impression that I was within the size margin to be regarded as average, admittedly the lower end of average but average none the less. On further inspection I realised to my horror that not only was I looking at the circumference measurements by mistake instead of length but I had not measured myself properly according to the instructions. When I re-measured i realised that my penis was not only in the small bracket for length but also for girth. At three and a half inches in length and three inches in circumference the statistics stated that only four per cent of men have a penis as small as mine.

I was devastated. No wonder my wife needed to use toys to satisfy her. She was doing her best to spice up our sex life so I should do my best too. I vowed to be more understanding of her needs and experiment a bit more. I wondered what else she wanted to try. She'd been right about the fleshlight and about using dildos on me. I decided that I should trust her instincts and do my best to go along with it or risk losing her.

I tentatively brought the subject up after dinner one evening. We were lying on the settee together, facing the television, me behind with my arm around her. She was sipping a cup of tea while I worked my way through a bottle of wine to get the courage up to speak. "You have some pretty good ideas, darling."

"Hmm?"

"You know, about some of the things we do. In bed."

"I thought you would. I do it all for you dear." She said, patting my hand.

"Really? I enjoy it. All of it."

"I can tell." She said and pulled my arm around her tighter.

"It makes me wonder, you know, what else you have planned."

"Planned? Nothing, not really." She said, "Why, do you have any new ideas?"

"Me? No, I'm just saying I'm open to suggestion, that's all."

"You must have some naughty fantasies dear, everyone does."

I hadn't been prepared for this, I thought she would be doing most of the talking at this stage. I had to come up with something or I'd look very boring indeed. "Er, I'm not sure really. You mean like sex in a public place or with another woman? Isn't that what most men dream about?" That was the best I could come up with, not very original.

"Another woman?" she said with a laugh, "You're not thinking of cheating on me are you?"

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant. I meant like a threesome or something. Men are always on about that sort of thing." Oh my god I was sinking fast, I didn't even know what I was talking about now.

"A threesome? I'd give it a go." She said, "You'd have to find the other woman though. I'm not doing all the work."

I couldn't see that happening. What woman would be interested in what I had between my legs? "No, I just said that as an example, you know. I didn't mean we should do that." I quickly switched onto something a bit more familiar. "You like the dildos but they're just dildos, it's not like we're having sex when I use them on you. Maybe we could get a strapon one that I could wear and then it would be more like regular sex." Where all this came from I don't know, but I'd seen porn films where lesbians use them. She was silent for a few seconds while I lay there and clamped my teeth together waiting for her to respond and eventually she said, "That's actually not a bad idea." She patted my arm that was still wrapped around her and we went back to watching television.

The following Saturday we went shopping for the new toy. I thought we would get one online but my wife said she wanted to see it properly before we bought it. To my surprise she didn't buy the largest one, she opted for one fairly big but not as big as the dildos she already had. I was eager to get home and try it out. She decided she liked the look of a realistic pink flesh coloured one with a see through harness and straps, it even had large balls moulded into the base of the cock. I just agreed, I wanted to get out of the shop as quickly as possible, I felt that the other people in there were staring at us, wondering what we were going to use it for.

When we got in I went straight upstairs and stripped off my clothes. I couldn't wait to try it on and see how I looked. I put my feet into it, pulled it up and tightened the straps so it was firmly in place. Going over to the mirror I gazed at my reflection. I looked fantastic, finally I had something to please my wife with. I was going to give her the ride of her life. At that moment my wife walked in and saw me admiring myself. She gave out a little laugh and walked over to me. "What have we here?" she said, holding my new cock. She still had all her clothes on and in her heels she was a little taller than me. Looking down at me she said, "And what are you going to do with this, big boy?"

"Let's go over to the bed and you'll find out." I answered with a new found confidence.

She sat on the edge of the bed and took her panties off. "Lick my pussy first darling." She said pulling up her skirt. Getting down on my knees I put my head between her legs and got to work. I ran my hands along her thighs, desperately impatient to try out my new toy, my little cock rock hard, pressed up against the inside of the harness. She held the back of my head in place to make sure I didn't move away. After what seemed like ages she put a hand on each side of my head. "Alright dear, you can do it now." Eagerly I stood up but instead of lying down properly like I thought she would she just leant back on her elbows, still sitting on the edge of the bed. I crouched over her and gently inserted my new cock inside her. It went in very easily, her other toys were much bigger. I started fucking her, getting off on every thrust as the harnessed pushed against my erection. Because of the position she was in she couldn't put her arms around me, but stayed motionless, half sitting, half reclining. I tried thrusting harder and harder, faster and faster until eventually my legs started to get tired and I slowed down. She sat up a little and put one arm around me, rubbing my back.

"That's enough dear."

"Was it good? Did you enjoy it?" I said, standing up and undoing the strapon.

"Yes, it was fine." She moved over to the dresser table and took off her earrings. Unbuttoning her blouse, she asked, "Is it comfortable?" She removed her bra.

"Er, yes, I suppose so. Tightens up nicely, stays really firm, doesn't move around or anything."

"I hope so, it cost enough." She said picking it up and looking at it. "Does it feel like a real one?"

"A bit, I suppose."

She undid the zip on her skirt and let it drop to the carpet with a giggle. "I want to try it on and see." She said sitting at the dresser table and pulling it up her legs. She stood up and pulled the straps tight. Standing in front of the mirror, naked apart from her heels and the strapon she admired herself, hands on hips. Turning to me, "What do you think dear?" she said laughing, "I think it quite suits me. Shall we give it a go?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you've had your turn. I did let you have first go."

"I didn't think..."

"But you love having something in your bottom. You've had bigger than this."

"Yes I know but..."

"Oh, I thought we were going to have some fun. Things have been so good recently. Oh well."

The last thing I wanted was her going off the boil for good and things going back to the way they were. "I suppose we could try it."

Her face brightened up, "Really?"

"I suppose so. We can give it a go. You will use lots of lube though won't you?"

"Of course dear." She had the lube out of the bedside table and smeared over the strapon in a few seconds flat. She loomed over me expectantly. I looked up at her.

"Okay," I said nervously. "what do you want me to do?"

"Just kneel on the bed I suppose." I climbed onto the bed and got on all fours.

"Is this okay?" I peered over my shoulder as she positioned herself behind me.

"Oh yes." She said quietly, "Right where I want you." I felt the end of the cock touch my butt hole and my wife pull my cheeks apart. It slid in just a slight amount, maybe less than an inch and then she began rocking in and out gently, barely moving at all. She wasn't forcing it in, she had become very skilled at inserting the other dildos into me and knew exactly what I could take. I heard her squeeze more lube out of the tube. Gradually she worked more and more of the cock into me, taking her time, her hands gripping my hips.

"How much is in?" I asked.

"Almost the whole thing." She started taking longer strokes in and out, never rushing. I looked down between my legs, my cock was harder than it's ever been. "Is that okay, honey?" she asked, speeding up a little.

"Yes, that's okay."

"Are you enjoying it?"

"Yes." I didn't know what else to say, I didn't want to seem too enthusiastic, she might think less of me. She moved one hand from my hips and grabbed the top of my shoulder. By now she was pulling the strapon almost all the way out before forcing it all the way in again.

"Do you like it when I'm in charge?" she demanded in a voice I hadn't heard her use before. "Do you like being fucked in the ass?" She smacked my butt cheek hard.

"Yes." I gasped, "Yes." My wife was fucking me quite hard now.

"I knew you would. Are you ready to come now?"

"Yes, make me come." I managed to spurt the words out. Still pounding my butt hole she crouched over me, breathing heavily in my ear, reaching around she gripped my cock between her thumb and index finger, and with a few short strokes I came all over the bed. She slowed to a stop and collapsed on top of me, forcing me flat on the bed. We lay there for a while, both breathing hard, exhausted.

She whispered in my ear. "I think you enjoyed that, didn't you dear." I nodded. "Oh don't be shy, I could tell you did." She giggled. "Who do you think is the best at using the strapon? Me or you?" She laughed, "I'm only joking dear." She slowly slid the strapon out of my butt hole inch by inch and stood up. "Okay dear," she towered over me, hands on hips, the dildo pointing down at me, "I'm going to have a shower. Can you put some dinner on?" Head held high, she strode out of the room, her new cock bobbing up and down as she walked and left me lying there in my own come my butthole throbbing.




The Cuckold Ch. 03



Things had changed at home. My wife had been promoted at work. Since the children had left home she had been able to dedicate more time to work and it had paid off. She was dressing more professionally and was often coming home late. She had changed too, as she now had less time outside of work she had developed a no nonsense attitude. We still got the chance to relax together at the weekends but the sex had got stranger. She had taken a fancy to dressing me up in articles of her clothing before having sex and occasionally wearing mine. It was all done as a bit of a joke and sometimes she'd even put lipstick on me and tell me I looked cute. I went along with it of course because it was just a laugh and we enjoyed spending time together. What really concerned me though was the fact that our sex life seemed to consist of her using the strapon on me and little else. She never asked me to use the dildos on her anymore and she had stopped putting the fleshlight in her pussy so I could fuck her. The session would end with her reaching round and stroking my cock until I came while she pounded my butthole, which she was able to do with real force now. Sometimes I would be so desperate for sex I would come before she even touched my cock, something that caused me intense embarrassment. She would also get me to lick off any come that got onto her hand, using the excuse that she didn't want it getting on the bed. She clearly got off on taking my role in the bedroom and enjoyed looking at herself in the mirror wearing my suit with the strapon poking out of the open flies, but I couldn't see how this was fulfilling her sexually, she never had an orgasm. I couldn't remember the last time I had had my cock in her pussy, it's surprising what you get used to. Never the less, my wife was happy and the sex was good (if a little strange) so I accepted my new role and just went along with it until one day she came home with a present for me.

"What's this?" I stood there in the kitchen holding the soft package in my hands.

"A surprise." She said, smiling.

"What for?" It was very neatly wrapped in some very tasteful paper.

"Open it up. You'll like it."

I fiddled with the edges until I got it to rip open. At first I couldn't make out what it was, I turned it over. The label said 'long wavy blonde'. I squinted at it for a second and then I realised, it was a wig.

"What's this for?" I asked.

"I thought we could use it when we're having fun."

I still didn't understand, I looked at it again, then at my wife and back to the wig and then it hit me, "You want me to wear this?" My voice shot up about two octaves. 

"I thought you'd like it, I could pick you out some of my underwear to match." She said trying to hug me. I pushed her away from me.

"No way, this is the final straw, I'm not doing this anymore."

"I was only thinking of you."

"Well don't. This has gone far enough."

"This is the thanks I get for spicing up our sex life and trying to save our marriage." She shouted, "I was only thinking of you."

"This isn't what I wanted."

"Fine, I'm going out. Don't wait up for me."

She grabbed her handbag, stormed passed me into the hall and slammed the front door behind her.

I poured myself a big glass of wine, carried the bottle into the living room and watched the television with the sound off for a long time. Was I being unreasonable? What would my life be without her? Would all this end in divorce? What had I ever done to spice up our sex life? I drank some more. Within the hour I was already trying to ring her only to find that her phone was switched off. I rang her every ten minutes for two hours and eventually gave up. At one in the morning I tried ringing her again. At half past two I heard a key in the door. A raced out into the hall to meet her and threw my arms around her. She looked tired, her hair was a mess and her clothing was dishevelled, maybe she'd been out dancing. I apologised and told her I loved her more than anything and I wanted us to stay together at any cost. In my emotional drunken state I promised I would do anything her heart desired. We kissed and went to bed, we fell asleep straight away. The next evening I dutifully put on the wig and let her put make up on me. The following weekend she bought me a lacy negligee to start my own collection of feminine clothes.

We settled into a comfortable routine of her taking the male role in the bedroom and me taking the female role. I'm ashamed to admit that I got used to it very quickly and as long as I came at the end of the session I was satisfied. She seemed very pleased with everything and I felt that maybe we had reached the pinnacle of our sexual experimentation. Perhaps things would even out a little from now on.

We were in the kitchen together making dinner one evening, talking about our day and what chores needed to be done and how dreadful the weather was, when she remarked quite innocently, "We haven't really explored any of your fantasies yet have we dear."

This took me back a little so I casually stirred a saucepan, "Oh, I'm not fussed. As long as you're happy."

"Well it matters to me. I want you to be happy too." she said slicing away at some carrots.

"I don't really have any fantasies. You know me, I'm happy to just go with the flow."

"You must have. There must be something you've always wanted to try."

"Not really. I suppose I'm a bit boring really."

"What about that thing you said before? You wanted to try a threesome." she said, her knife hovering over the chopping board.

I wasn't expecting that. Typical of her to remember the one piece of nonsense that came out of my mouth. "Oh, that. I suppose so."

"I'm game if you are darling. If you want to chat up a girl and bring her back here we can all have some fun."

I felt myself going bright red. The thought of a woman seeing my meagre penis. I'd be laughed out of the bedroom. I couldn't even satisfy my wife let alone two women at the same time. "I'm not sure. It all sounds a bit difficult to arrange and everything." I stirred the saucepan some more, the contents simmering on the gas.

She slid her arms around me and hugged me from behind. "Well I know someone." She whispered in my ear.

"Really?" I couldn't let this go ahead. I'd never live down the embarrassment. "Who?"

"There's a guy that I talk to quite often in the bar near work."

"A guy?"

"Yes, and he's really nice. Very well spoken and smartly dressed, lovely guy, really friendly."

"How do you know him?"

"He just started speaking to me once in a bar close to work. I was with a colleague and he came over while she went to the bathroom. We got talking for ages."

"Was he trying to chat you up?"

"No, no, nothing like that. He's a perfect gentleman."

"Uh huh." I muttered.

"I thought we could invite him over and see what happens. Have some fun with him." she said and started rubbing my crotch through my trousers.

"Like what?"

"Nothing in particular. Just go with the flow. Let our hair down." She gave my cock a little squeeze.

"I'm not sure."

"I thought you'd be well up for it." My little cock was hard and throbbing now. It wasn't used to the attention. "You could finally have that threesome you wanted."

"That's not really..."

She interrupted, "Why don't I just invite him over for drinks. Then you can get to meet him."

"Hmm."

"If you don't want us to do anything we'll just leave it at that." she stopped rubbing my cock. "What do you say?"

"Hmm. . . okay, I suppose so. Just for drinks."

"Just for drinks." She said and went back to the chopping board.

The weekend came around very fast and I was nervous. I paced from the kitchen to the living room, back to the kitchen, up to the bathroom and back to the kitchen again, changed the channel on the television umpteen times and tried to put the rubbish bags out twice. My wife had been getting ready for what seemed like hours. I had switched to lager to make myself look more masculine and had drunk more than usual for this time of the evening. Time was edging on and I was starting to think he might not turn up, maybe the whole thing would be a wash out. The doorbell rang. "Can you get that dear?" my wife shouted from upstairs. I stood up, took a swig of lager and put the glass on the table. I took in a deep breath and told myself to pull myself together and just do it. I walked to the door and quickly checked myself in the mirror. I opened the door. In the doorway stood a good looking athletic black man in his thirties.

"Hi, I'm Charles. You must be Billy." he said politely.

"Er, yes. Call me Bill, it's only really my wife that calls me Billy. Come in." He stepped into the house and handed over a bottle of wine.

"I thought you might appreciate this."

I took the wine. "Come through to the lounge. I've already started on lager I'm afraid. Take a seat. What can I get you?"

"If there's a lager going I'll join you."

I got a glass and poured Charles a lager, topping up my own at the same time. "She's not ready yet." I said, trying to make small talk, "You know how women are. I expect she'll be down soon." I handed him the glass and took a moment to check him out a little more. His shirt was tight on his body, he looked very fit. I then noticed the bulge in his trousers, my trousers had never bulged like that. I tried to think of something else to say, the silence was beginning to drag a little too long. Charles spoke first.

"I think it's really good to see a married couple branching out in their personal life and having some fun."

"Yes, I suppose my wife and I are quite open minded." I drank some more.

"It's sad to see couples breaking up just because they keep doing the same routine. Things get dull in a relationship eventually."

I didn't want him to think we were swingers or anything like that. I made a half-hearted excuse. "We've never done anything like this of course."

"Sure." He said enthusiastically, "You're wife tells me you're quite the ground breaker, always willing to try new things."

"Well, you know, I like to keep her on her toes." I said, taking another swig.

"Sure, sure, you don't want them getting bored and running off." He said laughing a little, I joined in nervously. "Hey," he added quietly, leaning across the coffee table, "I don't want you to be worried about tonight. We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. People up and down the street are probably doing this sort of thing all the time, they just don't go shouting about it. I think it's a lot more normal than most people think."

At that moment we heard my wife's footsteps on the stairs. We both stood up as she walked through the doorway. She looked stunning. She was wearing a tight cocktail dress that showed off the curve of her thighs and backside perfectly. She wore a pair of very high heels with straps around the ankles and her legs were bare.

"You look fantastic, honey." Charles said and kissed her on the cheek.

"Has Billy fixed you a drink?" she asked, putting her hand on his shoulder.

"Yes, we've just been chatting for a while." he said.

I butted in. "Would you like some wine dear, Charles brought it."

"That would be lovely darling."

We went through the obligatory small talk for a while. Had it taken long to get here? Had he found the house okay? What was he up to yesterday? Hadn't the weather been dreadful? I sat down again and Charles went to return to his seat opposite. My wife looked at us both, "Hmm, where shall I sit?" she said, "I'll sit with my husband on the sofa, there's a bit more room." She promptly settled herself onto my knee and put one arm around my neck. "How shall we get things started?" she looked at me.

"Whatever you want dear." I answered.

Charles spoke up. "How about you two get started and I'll just join in if you need me." And within half an hour of him saying that I was upstairs having sex with my wife while Charles sat in a dark corner of the room in a chair, completely naked. I was starting to think this was turning out pretty good. I hadn't had proper sex with my wife in months and despite the looseness of her pussy I was so turned on I was struggling not to come. I had made sure I undressed facing away from Charles, I don't think he would have got a proper look at my cock, the main light was off and only the bedside lamp cast its light on us. Now, while grinding away, he wouldn't be able to see how small I was and I didn't dare look back over my shoulder to make a comparison. Maybe it was my imagination but my wife seemed looser than before but I wasn't complaining. She had her arms wrapped around me and made appreciative noises while I ground my cock in and out of her in a circular motion trying to induce a little friction, all the time hoping that any extra friction wouldn't make me suddenly shoot my load. She tapped on my back.

"Are you getting tired dear? Let me suck your cock for a while."

I wasn't tired but I liked the idea of a tight pair of lips around my cock. I moved to the side of the bed and knelt beside her.

"We can't leave Charles in the corner all by himself." she said, "Shall we let him take over for a while?" Before I could answer she wrapped her lips around my whole cock and it was all I could do not to come right there and then, I was in ecstasy. Meanwhile Charles had moved onto the bed.

"You relax Billy," he said, "I'm just going to help you out here for a little bit." I knew I didn't have the power to stop it happening, the momentum had built up to much, it was out of my control and it was going to happen anyway. I didn't even glance over as Charles began to mount my wife. Good luck, you'll need it, I thought, let's see how you get on trying to fill my wife's amazon sized pussy, I've never managed it. Immediately on entering her she let out a long moan, almost like a huge sigh of relief. As he worked his way in and out she was panting in time with his movements. I turned her head slightly to remind her that she was supposed to be sucking my cock. As she put her lips around it again I glanced over at Charles' cock, it was pretty big as I suspected it would be, not as big as one or two of the dildos my wife used but it was substantially bigger than mine. Charles caught me staring, I quickly looked away. My wife was making more noise now, her lips were still loosely around my cock but barely aware of it. Her face was going red and her features contorted into an expression I had never witnessed before. Charles continued grinding away, gradually increasing speed until he was pounding her while I struggled to keep my cock in her mouth. She went silent for a few seconds and let out a loud cry as she climaxed. Charles slowed down gradually until she motioned him to stop. He pulled out and stood at the edge of the bed, slowly working his hand up and down his shaft to stay erect while my wife lay there in another world. After a time she lazily propped herself up on one elbow.

"I suppose you'll want finishing off now?" she said, moving from the bed to kneel in front of him. She took his cock in both hands and began sucking it. Oh well, I thought, I suppose it was inevitable, I've been replaced. "Come over here Billy, I don't want you to be left out." Fantastic, this wasn't so bad after all, she was going to suck us both off until we come. I dutifully spring up from the bed and stood next to Charles, I tried not to think about the difference in the size of our cocks, I didn't want to ruin the moment for myself. "No Billy, down here." She patted the floor beside her. "I want to give you a kiss." Disappointed wasn't the word. I knelt down beside her, she took her mouth off Charles' cock and kissed me deeply. I could taste him on her lips and tongue. She had one hand still on his cock and the other on the back of my head pushing my face onto hers. She turned her attention back to Charles and sucked him again while she ran her fingers through my hair. I was close enough to see the veins on Charles' cock and realised that he was completely shaved, it gave the impression of his cock and balls being on show like a trophy. "Kiss me again Billy." My wife said and she pulled my head towards her, Charles' cock still touching her lips, it brushed against mine as she forcefully kissed me. She put her lips back around Charles' cock and closed her eyes in delight. When she opened them she looked at me and pulled me forward again as she took her mouth off Charles' cock. As I leant in to kiss her, she slid Charles' cock straight from her mouth into mine. I can't say I was surprised, in the back of my mind I knew it would happen. Obediently, I took as much into my mouth as I could. Charles put one hand on my head, the other on my wife's. He took a sudden intake of breath, his body jerked and my mouth suddenly filled with his come. Charles held my head in place for a few moments and then withdrew his cock. He stepped back and sat on the chair. Before I could spit out the come my wife kissed me causing me to swallow the lot. She looked at me and wiped a glob of come from my chin with her finger. "Open up." She said "You missed a bit." and put her finger in my mouth. "We don't want to get any on the bed, do we?"



The Cuckold Ch. 04



I don't know what had gotten into me the night before. I couldn't look my wife in the eye the next morning and it was a relief when she finally went out to go shopping. I stayed at home and thought about what had happened. I had actually sucked another man's cock, what made it worse was I had swallowed his come and done all this in front of my wife. Charles had left soon after this and I remember escaping into the bathroom for a shower, trying to make myself feel cleaner. I had realised when I was drying myself off that I still hadn't come. When I had returned to the bedroom I found my wife fast asleep, a strange smug smile across her face. I had woken up in the morning with a raging hard on but my wife was already up and about, even so I don't think I would have had the courage to ask her for sex or any other kind of sexual release. I didn't feel like much of a man at all. But why should I feel like that? Just because you suck one cock, that doesn't make you gay. I had drunk too much and allowed myself to be coerced into doing something I wouldn't normally even consider. I imagine everyone has done things like this at one time or another and I would just have to rack it up to experience.

My wife barely mentioned that evening in the following weeks. She had become very busy at work so I suppose she needed to concentrate on that for a while. Her dress sense became more business-like, she was wearing trouser suits all the time now, in fact she hardly ever wore a dress or skirt at home either. Never the less, she had found time in her busy schedule to buy me another blonde wig, a pair of high heels and a couple of lingerie items, one a silky chemise, the other a kind of lacy teddy, both in white. I had gotten completely used to dressing up for her and she insisted on teaching me how to apply make up properly. I felt this last thing was totally over the top but I reluctantly carried out her wishes, all so I could get to come at the end of ten minutes butt fucking with the strapon. These sessions would normally happen when she got in from work still dressed in her suit. She said it helped her relax after a hard day at work.

Doubts about our lifestyle kept nagging at me no matter how hard I tried to justify them. A few weeks later we were getting dressed in the bedroom together after one of our sessions when I asked my wife as casually as I could. "You don't think this makes me a bit gay do you, what we did?"

"What do you mean dear? We do this all the time. You're okay with it aren't you?"

"No, I don't mean this." I said, although it might have been a good time to bring it up, "I meant what we got up to with Charles."

"That was just a bit of fun dear. You seemed to enjoy it at the time."

"I suppose so." I hesitated, "I've been worried that you might think I enjoyed it more than you thought and might think less of me." 

"Oh darling, that's not possible." She said, walking over and sitting on the bed next to me, "I just want you to get as much out of it as I do. It would be incredibly selfish of me to have all the fun."

"Well, I really don't mind. I don't have to get involved in every little thing, do I? I mean, you know, it was very exciting and everything but if you didn't want me to do it again I'd totally understand."

"Darling, I won't hear of it. I wouldn't dream of leaving you out of anything. You're my husband and I want us to share every new adventure together."

"Yes, that's nice of you but if you wanted to, you know, branch off on your own for a bit."

"Nonsense, you've just got the jitters, that's all." She said putting her arm around me. "I tell you what. How about we arrange another meeting with Charles, just to put your mind at rest? This time you'll know what to expect and you'll be able to relax and enjoy it a bit more. Once we've done it a few times it won't seem as odd." She kissed me on the cheek, jumped up and headed for the door. "I'll ring him right now. He'll be so pleased, he said how much he liked you."

I sat there in a daze. The conversation couldn't have gone less like I wanted if I'd tried.

The day Charles was due came around far too quickly and there I was sitting in the living room trying to watch television but unable to concentrate on a single thing. I was curious to see what my wife would be wearing, I hadn't seen her in anything very feminine in a while. I went upstairs to the bedroom. She was standing in front of the mirror putting her earrings in. She had on a very low cut peach coloured dress which I had never seen before. It reached almost down to her butt crack. The thin fabric was tight against her skin making her bottom look full and ripe. I went up behind her and put my hands on her hips. "Hello darling." She said, still looking in the mirror.

"You should wear a dress more often, you look beautiful."

"Thank you dear." She said turning to look at me. She was wearing very high heels and with me in only my socks she seemed to tower over me. "Are you dressing like that?"

I hadn't given any thought to what I should wear, I didn't think it mattered. I looked down at myself and answered, "Well, I was going to put some shoes on. Do you think I should wear a tie?"

"Well, the thing is dear. Charles was really into everything that happened last time but, well, when we were sucking his cock I don't think he was expecting you to do it too."

"Me neither." I muttered through my teeth.

"Not that he wasn't okay with it, because he was. It's just that I think it made him feel a bit faggy."

"Faggy?"

"Well Charles is very open minded but he's not gay." she added.

"Me neither. We don't have to do it if he doesn't want to."

"Oh no, he liked it. It's just that he's used to getting blowjobs from women."

"Sure, sure, I can understand that." I said carefully, I couldn't see where this was going.

"And he suggested that maybe if you dressed up in some of the clothes I bought you it might make him feel a little more comfortable."

"You told him about that?" I couldn't believe she would actually tell anybody else. "Why did you do that. What else have you told him?"

"Nothing dear, I don't know why you're making such a fuss about it. You do it for me and you look really good too, especially when you wear a wig."

"No, I'm not doing it. I can't believe it went so far last time." I protested.

"But you look so sexy. It actually really suits you."

"What? No. No way." 

"Please make the effort dear, do this for me, I really want this to work." Her tone changed and there was a sharp edge to it. "There's always been a little problem with our sex life and I've tried my best to do what I can with it. Everybody has their short comings and it's nothing to be ashamed of but I think this is a better arrangement." She stared at me, tight lipped. "Don't you?" She snapped.

I was stunned. This was the first time my wife had made any kind of reference to my penis size. Despite her tactful use of words it was a clear enough message. She was sick of my small cock and needed something bigger, and if I didn't fall in line I would be out on my ear. I just nodded. She patted me on the bottom "Good boy." She said, "I'll leave you to it." and went downstairs.

By the time the doorbell rang I had been staring at myself in the mirror for some time. I had put on a black baby doll style short nighty and black heels to match. After applying my makeup and wig I looked in the mirror. Despite my sense of shame I was fully erect. What on earth was wrong with me? I decided to wear one of my wife's dresses and tuck my cock into some panties to make it less visible. I looked at myself in the mirror, although I still only looked like a man in drag I had to admit I didn't look bad. I was slim and my features weren't obviously masculine, I don't have a particularly large jaw or nose. My wife and Charles had been talking for a while in the living room, I had heard her laughing. She called up the stairs, "Are you ready darling?"

"Coming." I said and started to make my way down. I could hear the two of them walking to the bottom of the stairs, my wife saying to Charles.

"Billy's got a special surprise for you." I made my way down the stairs carefully so as not to trip up in the heels. I glanced at them both as I made my way down. My wife had a smile on her face which if I didn't know better looked almost like a smirk. Charles was looking me up and down, his eyebrows almost disappearing off the top of his head. Eventually I was standing in front of them, not really knowing what to say. Charles spoke first.

"Billy, you look great. I really wasn't expecting anything like this." He glanced at my wife and back to me. "It's fine though," he laughed, "But I think I'm going to have a hard time keeping up with you, you really are out there on the edge." He slapped me on the shoulder.

"Shall we have another drink?" my wife said and I followed them into the lounge. 

The session had started much as I had expected, my wife and I on our knees in the bedroom sucking Charles' cock. When she felt she could wait no longer she had simply got up and lay on the bed. Charles had immediately mounted her and I was left to my own devices, now it was my turn to sit in the chair and watch. For a long time they fucked in the same position, Charles on top with his muscular arms out straight in front of him beside her head. She was very aroused and moaned from time to time but after several minutes she still hadn't come. They changed position and Charles took her from behind. I could hear how wet her pussy was, maybe it was too wet and there wasn't enough friction to make her come. I took some pleasure in realising that Charles' cock couldn't get her off either, her vagina was just too big and too much for any man.

Sweat was beginning to drip down Charles' face and the damp skin on his body glistened. She motioned for him to stop and laid there for a while, breathing heavily. Eventually sitting up, she moved to the edge of the bed and placed her feet wide apart on the floor. "Honey." she called to me. I got out of the chair and made my way over to her. "Will you lick my pussy for a while? I'm exhausted." She leant back on her elbows. I obediently got down on my knees and did my duty.

As I was running my tongue up and down the length of her pussy, she spoke to Charles. "Doesn't Billy look sexy?" Charles made an appreciative noise somewhere from behind me. "He's got a lovely bottom. That dress really shows it off. Go on give it a squeeze. You don't mind do you Billy?" Before I could answer Charles had pulled up my dress and started fondling my butt cheeks. I realised how exposed my bottom was in this position and how vulnerable I felt. "Rub some massage oil into his cheeks, he'll like that. Won't you Billy?" I felt the oil being dripped over my cheeks and Charles began rubbing it in all over and down the crack of my arse paying particular attention to my butt hole. He began massaging the oil gently into my tight ball sack and worked his way round to my cock, to my embarrassment it became rock hard as soon as it started getting some attention. Just when I was beginning to enjoy myself he began to work a finger from his other hand into my asshole. I buried my face in between my wife's thighs, trying to hide my face, I felt like it had gone as red as a beetroot.

I could hear my wife moaning to herself above me. Charles was using two fingers in my hole now and still stroking my cock between his finger and thumb. I could feel my wife starting to shake a little as I worked on her clit with my tongue. I concentrated on her pussy as I felt Charles take his fingers off my cock and asshole. I felt a hand on each of my cheeks pulling them apart slightly then something touched my butthole. As it pressed its way in I realised Charles was trying to put his cock inside me. I panicked and looked up at my wife, she looked down at me, "Don't stop." she said, forcing my head back down. I obediently went back to her pussy and concentrated on my job as Charles slowly worked his cock further and further into my ass. He must have used some lube or maybe just the massage oil because it was easing in without much pain, I suppose I was used to it.

I kept telling myself it was no different to my wife's strapon but I still couldn't get it out of my head that I was letting another man use me like a woman and he was doing it in front of my wife. The more he pounded my ass the more I worked on my wife's clit, trying to block out what was happening to me. She was grabbing my head now and grinding her pussy on my face. Charles made a few hard thrusts deep into my ass and said.

"I'm going to come." My wife's body was jerking violently, as she cried out Charles pulled his cock out of my ass and I felt his come land all over my back and neck. My own cock had spasmed at that point and I felt myself come on the floor without even touching it. We had all come at the same time.

I collapsed on the floor, exhausted, lying in my own come. Staring up at my wife her vagina seemed gigantic as she loomed above me. My asshole was sore and I could feel Charles' come running down my back. After five years of marriage I had finally made my wife come and I felt like a real man.

The End