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    Have a few fetishes would like to explore...I want my wife to get fucked by another mans cock or Someone take her on a date and fuck her and send her home with a wet cream filled pussy. She's a multi cummer and gets soaking wet ....Cuckoldfart Rocks..Thanks to all the uploaders, you Rock !!

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  1. 4 Tips On How To Make A Cuckold Relationship Work A cuckold relationship can often throw up a number of challenges, and this type of lifestyle is not for everyone. The relationship involves one member of the partnership, usually the male, watching, or knowing about his partner having sexual relations outside of the relationship. A cuckold relationship will often be one that is based on trust, intimacy and loyalty. Although a cuckold relationship can be difficult, it can sometimes strengthen the bond between the couple. Here are some tips on how to make the most out of a cuckold relationship. 1. Carry out the practice in the correct manner Many cuckold relationships involve a married couple who are both trusting of each other. The male will often get sexually aroused by watching or knowing about his partner having sexual relations with other people. There needs to be a level of trust and intimacy to start with in a cuckold relationship. The practice is never a good idea if the relationship is already having problems or there are deep-seated trust issues. There is a risk that the relationship could break down if these issues are not addressed first. The couple will need to discuss whether having a cuckold relationship is right for them and they may reach this decision based on a number of different factors, such as how long they have been together, the level of trust they have, and the state of their current sex life. 2. Be loyal A couple involved in a cuckold relationship will need to remain loyal to each other and the practice should never be used as an excuse for one partner to get out of a loveless marriage, or if a relationship that is breaking down. Each partner will need to convince the other that the practice is strictly sexual, and that emotions should be left to one side. The husband may fear his wife will develop an emotional relationship with the third party, and this will also need to be addressed before the practice takes place. Cuckoldry should be seen a normal, healthy sexual fetish and not something that will damage the lives of anyone who wants to take part in the act. Individuals will need to have a certain level of self-esteem and confidence and be secure in their own relationship to differentiate between the sexual act and any emotional aspect of the practice. Before taking part in cuckoldry, both partners will need to sit down and have a long and frank discussion about what they want to get out of the act, whether they have any concerns, what the practice will entail, and whether there will be any long-lasting effect on the future of the relationship. 3. Keep it fun During the act or after the act has taken place, there should be no feelings of betrayal or guilt. The cuckold couple should see their relationship as one that is sexually varied and open to experimentation, rather than one that is sinful or shameful. Perhaps it would be good to equate the practice to a hobby or interest rather than a way of life. There will be more components to a cuckold couple than just sex, and there will be a number of foundations on which the relationship is based on such as trust, loyalty, and devotion, which will take precedence over any sexual act. 4. Be safe Once a couple has decided that they want to partake in cuckoldry, they will then have to choose a third party. In most cases it is the women who will be having sexual relations with a different partner, and she must make sure that she is completely comfortable with her new partner. The couple will need to choose a third party that they can trust. This can either be someone that the couple knows or someone they have met on a swingers website where they will be able to meet like-minded individuals who enjoy threesomes and foursomes. It is advisable that all three members of the party discuss what they want to get out of the sexual act, either in person, or online, and whether there are any pre-requisites or general dos and don't s. This can help to ease the mind of everyone involved, allowing them to enjoy the practice much more. Communication is a very important aspect of the cuckold relationship, and all issues will need to be addressed before anything develops. If you are looking to meet other people and be discrete
  2. Tips for husbands to get cuckolded: Guys mostly start out trying to get their wives to cuckold them by putting the emphasis on "fucking other men." This is a critical mistake. Just because this idea turns you on, doesn't mean it is going to turn your wife on. Women think differently than men, especially married women, and the key word here is married. Women learn very early as little girls that being a good wife means being faithful to her husband. They also have some pre-conceived ideas about marriage that makes the idea of cuckolding seem anti-marriage. Women are taught to nurture the relationship, not destroy it by fucking other men. Just because the husband says he wants it, it still does not make it right in her mind. Men have to understand that in order for a wife to become a Cuckoldress. It is a process in her mind and during that process many hurdles have to be overcome mentally. The first hurdle for most women is "if I fuck someone else, what will happen to my marriage?" So take the focus off of "fucking other men" and put it on "enhancing the marriage." Remember, women think in terms of relationships and men think in terms of sex. Men are so stupid in how they approach their wives. You’re going to have to talk about re-defining the marriage and how it’s going to work as a cuckold marriage. Believe me, your marriage will change, once your wife gets more than that pathetic 4 inches you can offer her. Let her know you’re serious and this is not some perverted whim that you're going through and will change your mind in two weeks. You must start communicating and a cuckold relationship takes more work then a normal one. If you are not willing to work at it then give it up. Most of the cuck wannabes really do not want to work at it. If she cuckolds you, there will be plenty of work to do. So get used to it. You will not be giving her the cock she needs anymore, so you will have to give her other things in the marriage. The next hurdle is to make her feel sexy. After a few kids and 10 years of marriage most women do not feel very sexy. Take her shopping; buy her some sexy clothes and lingerie. If you do not have a dildo, purchase one, not one that is 12 inches. If the only cock that she has had is your little dick then I suggest something around 8 inches. A word of caution, do not shove the dildo all the way into her pussy the first time you use it. Your wife needs stretched properly and prepared for a bigger lover slowly, and I repeat, "Slowly". She needs to feel sexy again. She needs to feel desired and wanted by other men. Have her wear the clothes and fantasize about other men while using the dildo. Get used to spending money on her. When she takes a lover you will spend plenty on hotel rooms, clothes, etc. Buy some movies; let her see how other sluts enjoy bigger cocks. If your wife has been conservative all her life, she will need to learn how to be the proper Cuckoldress Slut. Get a digital camera and start taking pictures of her all dressed up. Take her out to bars; take her dancing; get her used to going out and maybe some day she will go out and find some cock. Encourage her to go out on her own or with some girlfriends and come back and fantasize with you that she got picked up by another man. Encourage her to flirt with other men. Take the fantasy a step further. Ask her if you can create a yahoo or msn profile with some picture of her and her email address. Place the profile under married but looking. See if you get any responses from other men. Fantasize about those men fucking her and you serving them. My last bit of advice is to BE PATIENT. Even though she says she won’t do it, it doesn’t mean she is not thinking about it. Women are devious and it takes a while to tell husband what they really are thinking. If you engage her in the activities that I have suggested, then she is thinking about it.
  3. What if you see your wife in this Position.....
  4. sultanCucky

    A REAL Hotwife Story

    A REAL Hotwife Story Two years ago, Nancy, a thirty-one-year-old married administrative assistant, was about to have sex with Robert, a man who wasn’t her husband. She pulled out a tape measure from her purse to measure his penis. "Nine inches with a five-inch girth," she said to Richard. Then she turned to her husband, who was standing next to her and Robert, videotaping, and emphasized to him, "He’s huge." It all began in 1997, when Nancy met her husband Richard. After they married, over time, they revealed their innermost thoughts: they both had sexual fantasies about sleeping with others. They agreed to open their marriage, and Nancy began having sex with a co-worker. When she told Richard about it, he felt "outwardly jealous but very curious," he said "part of me wished that I could’ve seen it." Richard also worried about Nancy's safety when she slept with strangers. "Initially, his concern was about making sure she wasn’t in danger." Eventually, his need was about being there and getting off watching her have sex. Richard is a cuckold -- a man who derives sexual pleasure from watching his wife have sex with other men. He assumes a beta-male role (submissive) as part of his fantasy. His wife, or any woman who cuckolds her male partner, is called a hotwife. Nancy and Richard posted ads online seeking male partners for her -- aka "bulls". After searching, she found Robert, Nancy and Richard's current bull. Robert is forty-five, lean and muscular, with pecs bulging underneath his dark blue jersey. He is the antithesis of a beta male. Nancy has straight black short hair, is built very nicely and has a very outgoing personality. Since opening their marriage, she has become dominant in her relationship with Richard and her speech patterns have come to be snappy and authoritative. She uses a matter of fact tone when describing Robert's penis: “Robert hits spots in my vagina that Richard can't." Richard agrees, saying "Robert fills her up. I love watching her take his much larger dick because I can’t provide that to Nancy. I get off on this because it's about her being satisfied by a real man.” The couple’s ads specify that their bulls must have at least an eight-inch dick. Her bulls must exemplify masculinity in ways that Richard cannot. He needs to be superior to Richard as a male. The idea that a husband wants to watch his wife have sex with another man goes against the traditional marriage and of masculinity. Richard needs to have other men fuck his wife. He also enjoys accepting her bull’s larger penis and his wife’s high sex drive. His sexuality is more a role than the reality. He personifies a beta male role; he even eroticizes it insofar as the bull makes Richard feel small, both physically and psychologically. As an alpha male in his daily life, Richard's acceptance of Nancy's pleasure serves as a refuge from his competitive, high-strung work and personality. “This is why I choose to be submissive,” he explains. “I always have to win and be the best at everything in my work. No one can do better than I can. And even if another guy eats Nancy out better than I do, he’s raised the bar, and I can match that. But I cannot complete with a bigger dick and a better fuck for Nancy. That turns me on. I need this for her.” Richard typically likes to watch Nancy being fucked by her bulls through a web cam or he is present to video record the scene, sometimes inches away from the action. He makes it a point to record the bull’s penis, then turns the camera on his own smaller penis to emphasize the disparity. Afterwards, the couple watch the video with the bull, and then again together after the bull leaves. They’ve accumulated a large library of hotwife porn. "I envy her bulls," says Richard. "Nothing turns me on more than seeing her react to a man's bigger cock and more masculine technique. I can’t give her what they can. The more men she fucks, the more I love her. Recently, I've fantasized that Nancy asks me to clean her up after they fuck. When that's done, she asks me to suck her lover's cock and clean him up too. I have a feeling this will turn her on even more."
  5. sultanCucky

    Clean-Up Tips from a Wife

    Clean-Up Tips from a Wife As a wife with an experienced cuckold husband He's been my cuckold since two thousand three Let me advise all you new husbands in training That this is what clean-up is expected to be. My husband is quite experienced in this unusual duty You might say an expert at clean-up he has become Over these ten years, he's had lots and lots of practice He must have slurped up over a gallon of cum. Now you new cuckolds let me teach you the basics What your wife will expect you to do No need to argue, complain, make a scene in the bedroom Clean-up is simply your duty. She'll expect it of you. Now you'll find that not all men shot in proportion Some will produce a dripple or a small white gooey stream But some will shoot a great load with abundance Huge gobs of white milky, smooth gooey cream. Best understand, small stream or a load all over her belly You will learn how to clean-up each white slurppy glob But guys it's not how fast or slow that you do it. It's the attitude you have while doing the job. When I orgasm in the throes of sexual passion I want to lay down and relax and take it all in I'm not interested in how fast you lick up and swallow It's your attitude as you anxiously begin. Let your wife see anxious anticipation as she bids you to clean her Let her see that happy look there upon your face Make her feel how honored you are to serve her Lick her clean. Take your time. It's not a race. Yes attitude is the quality she will admire. Never embarrass her in front of her man Happy, happy you sweet chastity cuckolds Take your time and clean her up the best that you can. Now some men's cum can be sour and even bitter. But don't ever complain, don't grumble or grouse. Just do your job and clean up all of his semen Remember you,re not a man, you,re a cuckold, a mouse So as you begin your life as her cuckold. You will be surely required to lick, slurp and clean So don't complain, just expect to perform this special service. You're a cuckold and it's just part of the scene. Just remember when cleaning your lady It's not how fast, or how slow that you go Clean it all up and take pride in your efforts. It's not the speed, it's the attitude you know.
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    My Wife Kavitha

    i posted some nude pics enjoy
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    My Wife Kavitha

    My Wife Kavitha For all those reading for the 1st time a brief intro I am 30yrs old and my wife Kavitha is typical south Indian wife 26yrs beautiful voluptuous women, 5.5 height She is fair in complexion with nice big tits and a nice curvy ass always dressed in a sari with jasmine flowers tied to her long silky hair in short she looks like a south Indian actress and she is a mother of two kids. After my wife gave birth to her boss’s child things got back to normal her boss was transferred to Europe and Kavitha became the boss in her office and I became the namesake legal father of the child which she had by fucking her boss. A year went by and her pussy got back to the normal size as she stopped fucking her boss and our sex life also improved a lot I would fuck at least 4 -5 times in a week and whenever and I fucked her and I would remember how she got fucked by her boss right in front of me and how he used to fill her pussy and how I used to lick it, this made me very horny. I really deeply loved my wife for what she did. One day while browsing the net I found this really nice holiday package to Andaman islands and asked Kavitha if she could get leave so that we can go for a holiday as the last holiday we went was for our honeymoon since then it has been only sex , work and pregnancy for Kavitha and she too needed a break. So we booked the 3 night tour package, we left the kids with her parents and we took off for our second honeymoon to the Andaman Islands when we reached it was beautiful our room was on the beach and we would have sex every night. One night I fucked Kavitha on the beach itself as there was no one on the beach, it felt amazing with Kavitha on top and riding me I could see her face with the bright stars in the back ground and the waves hitting against our nude bodies in action it felt really romantic and hot. Well as all good things come to an end so was our holiday and on the last day we went for some small souvenir shopping to the local flee market and I accidentally bumped into one of my old friends from school. His name is Amith and we used to be best friends in school and after all the hugging and pressing and not to mention all the foul words we used at each other for not keeping in touch all these yrs. I then introduced Kavitha to him and he immediately complemented my wife about her beauty and told me I was a lucky guy. He was actually posted in Nicobar Islands and he invited us to come and stay with him for a few days as Nicobar Islands are totally untouched. And totally away from civilization Kavitha was excited and so was I and we accepted his innovation and set sail to Nicobar Islands in his mini boat. We reached there in an hour’s time and as Amith had described the place was amazing and no tourists at all after we had lunch and Amith and I sat on the beach with our beer while kavith took a nap in the house. While we were drinking I saw a tribal man approaching us I was a bit scared but Amith told me to chill out as he was his friend and meant no harm, this guy was short about 5 feet tall and was really black in colour and I have never seen some one so black in my life. He was muscular and medium build, he was fully naked with straw underwear over his dick and he had pasted some kind of white powder all over his body. He had a funny name which I could not pronounce he spoke a little broken Hindi. The tribal man asked Amith how I was and who the women is he referred to Kavitha Amith told that we were his friends and come to see the islands. The tribal man told us that kavith is really fair and he has never seen a fairer women in his life for which both Amith and I laughed. The tribal man told me that he knows these islands well and offered his service to take me and Kavitha around. I was not sure about this but Amith said that it’s ok as they are harmless and told me to take his boat for a spin with kavitha and the tribal man. So next day in the morning Kavitha, myself and the tribal man set sail in Amith’s boat, Amith could not come with us as he had some important work in the town. We went to a nearby small island which was totally untouched the whole island was a size of a cricket field , we spent some time there then the tribal man said that there was a amazing island with waterfalls and caves about 20 km from there Kavitha was exiled and we immediately set sail to that island when we reached their, it was a big island full of forest I somehow dint like the felling there. The tribal man took us deep into the forest and suddenly we saw many tribal men with bow and arrows surrounding us they came and forcibly took us with them to their village. Kavitha looked horrified and I was shit in my pants. Their village was a very small may be 8 or 9 huts in the whole village, I saw about 7 tribal men including the man who trapped us and got us here they were all pitch black and muscular and completely naked and I also saw many children of different ages but I did not see any women in the village. Then the tribal man who got us their spoke and told me that all the women of their village were taken by the men from another tribe from the neighbouring island about 3yrs back and the men in this village haven’t had sex since then, hearing this by balls came into my mouth. He told me that they wanted to have sex with my wife and will not hurt us if we do it willingly, I looked at kavitha she looked scared but she told me that she is ready for this and asked them to go easy on her. Hearing this chief of the tribe got up in joy and asked the others to prepare for the gangbang. The chief was a huge tall muscular black man I only wondered how kavitha would fuck all these barbarians. A small bed made out of some dead animal skin was brought out of one of the huts and put in the center of the village , one of the men started pulling out my wife’s sari once the sari came out he tried taking out the blouse and petticoat but he could not understand the technique to do so. He had never seen a women in a sari then Kavitha herself took out her remaining cloths and stood naked in front of the whole village all the men were amazed to see a fair women naked . I could see that all the men were getting turner on and could see their dicks expand , I was shocked to see their dicks each one had nothing less than 8 to 9 inched long and the chief that the biggest it was about 12 inches long and solid black in color. They all came near Kavitha and started folding my wife for the first few minutes she felt uncomfortable but then she started enjoying it after some time all the 7 men were folding and licking Kavitha all over her body , They made Kavitha lie on the bed and were all over her naked body it looked hungry loins feeding on their pray. Kavitha took two dicks and started shaking it and then she was sucking them, the men were surprised by this action of hers, may be they never experienced a blow job before. Their was one guy licking her pussy and the others were licking her thighs and feet and sucking her boobs, I could see Kavitha was turning red due to the hard sucking and could see many love bites all over her body. Seeing all this I got a hard on and started shagging, then the chief got up and ordered the rest of them to leave her alone as now he wanted to mount her, he took his big dick and keep it on my wife’s wet pussy and slowly started pushing it in her hole it looked like a black anaconda was trying to get into kavitha’s pussy. Then he gave one mighty push and his full 12 inches disappeared into her pussy, kavitha’s eyes popped out and she let out a wild and loud scream it was too big for her and without any emotion the chief started ramming her pussy with all his power, poor kavitha was screaming like hell. I could see the happiness and satisfaction on these savages faces as their chief fucked my wife. He gave her long and fast strokes and he put his hands under her ass and buried his head in her boobs and fucked her like an animal, slowly kavitha started enjoying his strokes. She started moaning loudly with her eyes closed and her hands over his back with her finger nails dug into his shoulder. He fucked her for about 1 hour in the same position and kavitha came 2 times in that hour, he had an amazing stamina and power and he always kept increasing the speed of his rhythm and he never stopped to catch his breath, this type of sex. I have never seen not even in porn movies, he was like a machine fucking my wife. Kavitha was totally in trance and was hypnotized by the pleasure she got by fucking him, he then started moaning loudly and I could see this balls contract. He was coming wildly in my wife’s pussy, he lay still for some time and then got up and as he pulled out this dick for her pussy and I could see a river of cum flow out of kavitha’s pussy. Kavitha could barely open her eyes and after some time she fainted, the chief saw me and laughed he came near me and caught my hair and pulled me to my wife’s freshly fucked pussy and ordered me to lick it which I happily did. Then the men brought some water a sprinkled it on her face and woke her up and one by one they fucked my wife mercilessly as I saw their black dicks go in and out my wife’s pussy, ass and mouth they even double fucked her as I saw my wife’s fair body sandwich between their black muscular bodies. Kavitha was enjoying every bit of it and kept on moaning as they fucked her all night and fill her pussy ass and mouth with their tribal cum at one point kavitha was covered with liters of cum all over her and I could smell the cum from a distance. Each one of them came at least 5 to 6 times in and on my wife , the chief must have come 9 to 10 times , cum was continuously flowing out of my wife’s pussy and ass hole , each time they pulled out of her pussy cum would flow like a water fall. The whole bed was soaked in cum. They fucked my wife all night as I watched in disbelief, they also lit a bonfire and they fucked her next to it this went on till sunrise and the last to cum in kavitha’s pussy was the tribal chief. Then they all went into their huts. I went near kavitha her whole body was shivering due to the continuously fucking and she was socked in cum, I picked her up and went into one of the huts which was empty. I put some fur type of blanket on her but still she did not stop shivering as she was suddenly feeling very cold. So I took out my cloths and hugged her naked cum sticky body and gave her my warmth after about 10 minutes she woke up and told me that she loves me very much, I asked her if she enjoyed it for which she told that she is the luckiest women in the world and she loved every second of the gangbang and wanted to do it again. This made be horny and I started kissing her I could taste tribal cum in her mouth, she then told me to lick her pussy and ass hole which I did at once, I then put my dick in her pussy and fucked her but I couldn’t feel an thing as her pussy was fully stretched up and slippery. I came within a few minutes and we slept I each other’s arms. This went on for about 2 weeks, They gangbanged her every day and kavitha loved it one day the chief announced that he is going marry kavitha and there was a wedding ceremony and the chief got married to my wife and they all again gangbanged her for the first night ceremony this time they allowed me to also join the gangbang. I enjoyed it as I used to go under my wife’s pussy while they fucked her from behind and when they pulled out of my wife’s pussy all the cum would fall into my face and mouth they even collected the cum of Kavitha and their in a bamboo glass and later made me drink it. I started enjoying this tribal life. Suddenly one day after about three weeks I heard gun shots hearing this all the tribal men ran away from the island, it was my friend Amith who had come to rescue us. He immediately apologized for his stupidity. We got back to Hyderabad with wild memories of our unbelievable holiday, I immediately took kavitha to the hospital and we came to know that she is pregnant again but who is the father, is the big question?
  8. Cuckold Gets An Eyeful And Mouthful Average – that's how you would describe 99% of my life. An auditor senior with PWC, 2 bed home in the 'burbs, silver 3 series in the drive. Married for a little over 3 years – cuckolded for nearly a year. A cuckold, for the un-initiated, is a man who allows his wife to 'be' with other men. Thereafter the number of permutations is almost limitless from a knowing acceptance of her excuses (sick relation etc) to full submissive, watching, arranging, participation etc. Until now my wife had always gone out to meet her fella, her stud, known as 'bulls'. His wife worked shifts and I am often away so it was convenient. It progressed to the point where I was often at home and she would go out then tell me all about it. I always liked to hear the sordid details, I'm a little masochistic that way. Today would be different. A first for both of us. And a new aspect to our relationship. I came home a little after 1pm. Caroline was in the bathroom fixing her make-up – she looked fabulous. Dressed like she was going out clubbing or on one of her dates. She had a tight white blouse unbuttoned just enough to show the top of the breasts an indecently short black skirt and her bright red, fuck me now, 4" stilettoes. "You're home early" She said clearly surprised at my afternoon arrival. "Yes" with a questioning tone that signaled the change of subject "are you going out?". Caroline always dressed sexy but conservatively. Even when she was out on a date she was business like (even though she would normally be concealing slutty underwear). "No – you are" She fired back "Dave's coming over and you cannot be here". "What's he coming over for?" I asked inviting her to play. She played "Dave, my boyfriend – you know the one with the nice fat cock? Is stopping by on his way to work (he also works shifts) and he is going to use his little whore – your wife – fuck her good, maybe even let me suck on his nice FAT cock" She was in domineering mode now standing legs wide apart so the hem of her skirt was taught. She pulled on my tie so I moved into her, lowered her voice and iterated each nasty word as she described what was about to happen. We kissed passionately, the thought alone was turning me on. My hand came up her thigh and began massaging to soft, already damp, pussy. She broke off. "Seriously you can't be here when he arrives". A mischievous thought entered my head "Do you mean I can't be here or he mustn't know I'm here?" I asked "there is a difference you know?" She pondered for a minute. "Ok" She replied "You want to hang around?" with that She turned back to the mirror and reapplied her lipstick. "He'd better not know you here – promise me". "Promise" I said "I'll stay in the main bathroom – quiet as a mouse. She disappeared downstairs removing any trace of my entrance as I closed the door and waited for our guest. Then waited some more. A good twenty minutes had passed before finally the door bell rang. I could only hear muffled sounds before he was ordered inside. Apologizing he was late – an accident on the motorway meant he would have to be away sharp. "That's fine" She said "but you're not going anywhere until I've had you – I am so horny" as she headed up the stairs before crashing into the spare bedroom. "God I need some cock" was followed by the unmistakable sound of a zipper coming down. He groaned as she began sucking on his cock. "You are horny today aren't you?" he told rather than asked "we'll you just suck on that then your master will give you what you need". Master! – What the fuck!! My dominant mistress was some-else's slave. A few minutes later "Enough" he exclaimed "Let me see it – did you do as I instructed?". "Yes master" she replied meekly. I had to see. Opening the door just a fraction first I noticed their bedroom door open – good the bed was on the back wall. But I could see them, from behind, in the mirror. She pulled her skirt up and climbed onto the bed as if ready for doggy style. Her sweet ass so inviting, so suckulant, so fuckable and alas so unavailable. "Then tell me what you have done" he instructed. "I've prepared my ass for you" the words almost choked me "It's ready for you – my master" She went on "I 'emptied' it this morning as you requested, cleaned it oooh so good put lots of lub on for you worked it in so well I wanted it to be perfect for you – perfect for your magnificent cock". "Then you have done well" he said reaching for the little bottle of lub before smearing generous quantities on, what I have to say, was one seriously fat cock. "Please" she begged "Please I need it take my virgin ass – fuck it hard - I so need to feel you in me" and with that he entered. She gasped. Part in pain, mostly in delight, as he entered very slowly before slowly withdrawing and then reentering. He did this several times before he started fucking her. Slow at first he soon built up an impressive pace. He fucked her sweet ass for a good 10 minutes as I watched from my secret spot. My own arousal only tempered by the disappointment at not being the first in that gorgeous ass. She was close to cumming. It was clear from the labored breathing the aching sounds and 'desperate' moans "Oh please" she panted "harder, fuck me harder, make me cum, please" she pleaded. Crack! The unmistakable sound of flesh on flesh, hand on ass to be accurate. I did not see it but the red imprint developing was evident. She let out a gasp and grabbed the pillow as his other hand rose up. Crack – the other side now stung with the same heat. "You'll cum only when I permit it – you understand" he told, rather than asked, her. They continued fucking. His own noises betrayed his impending orgasm. She responded to his increased vigor she was ready to go. He grabbed her by the back of the neck on pushed her head down into the pillow whilst, with other hand pulled her waist tight as he dumped his first squirt of thick hot cum deep into aching asshole. The sound of their mutual release was amazing. So much I almost came too. I watched, captivated, as he drove in again. Another injection of man-fat was dumped. Grasping the base of his cock he then pulled fully back, exiting her ass and inserted into her gapping cunt. Another 3 or 4 pumps and he was empty. I'm sure she came again as he entered her pussy. It must have been aching for attention. He finally pulled out for good and wiped his fat, cum-covered cock, up and down her ass crack. "There you go" he said as she slumped down onto the bed "why not get that limp dicked husband of yours to clean that up" again he told rather than asked. For the first time since they entered the bedroom my heart stopped attention was drawn from my cock and I was aware of just how vulnerable my hiding spot was. He exited the room - into the en-suite - the shower started. I was frozen. Do I go in? I so wanted to. Do I stay here until he's away? All I could picture, in my minds eye, was each of her delicious holes, fucked, bulging with his cum. A minute or so later the shower stopped. He remerged drying furiously, was dressed and was gone. Clearly quick exits was something to which our guest was well versed. "Iain" She called "Iain, come on out I need you, come get this while it's nice and fresh!" I slipped out from my hiding spot silently and stood in the bedroom door way. "Well?" She asked "Did you enjoy our little floor show - was it everything you imagined?" I nodded my agreement. "You got a nice little stiffy?" Again I nodded. "Then let's see it. I unzipped and let my twitching cock breath free. "Take them off" She retorted with a faint sense of disgust then, more playfully, "take them all off" She instructed. Clothes came off in an instant and I dashed towards her to dump my own load into her. "Woah!" She exclaimed "not so fast - buddy!" I backed up a little as She continued "Wank for me - stroke your skinny little cock" I did as I was told. Grasping the base of my cock I twisted it slowly and carefully providing a good show without going 'over the edge'. "Good" She said approvingly whilst stroking her wet cunt. "Now, on your knees. You are going to worship my feet, clean my shoes, suck the end like you saw me sucking Dave's cock". I followed her instructions to the letter. Kneeling at the side of the bed she gave me over a foot to start with. The bright red point of the shoe always had a special place for me. That, and the effect they had on her already great legs, had been a turn-on for a long time. "Come on suck it" She barked and she crammed the toes deep into my mouth. "Clean it up good my little bitch". "But, but" I stammered "they are clean". This did not go down well. "What" She barked clearly angered by my insolence. "If I tell you they are dirty - then they are dirty! here" and with that she removed the foot I had been worshipping. Pulling her legs up she brought the stiletto point up to her ass hole and slowly, carefully, with a slight gasp, inserted it. Sliding it back and forth until it was buried to its full extent then slid it out. Glistening with cum and lube she replaced it on her foot. "Now it's fucking dirty - so clean bitch!" She raised her leg high so I needed to stand. I was way to far gone to resist, or to notice the wet man standing in the doorway, and took the full 4" deep into my mouth. Closed my lips, rolled my tongue around the heel and sucked and liked it very clean. "That's better" She moaned and she returned to caressing her cunt. "Now there is plenty more needing done - lie on the floor - face up and open your mouth". As instructed and with my own cock dripping pre-cum I settled on the floor as she stood over me. "Now" She began "My ass hole just took a pounding - it's sore - and it's full of cum" I knew what was coming and I was aching for it "You are going to lick and soothe my shit hole, you are going to clean all the cum that has escaped onto my ass and then you are going to use you tongue to open my ass and clean every drop of cum from it - got that!" She did not wait for a reply and began lowering herself on me. Pausing just above my face she made me reach up to pry her cheeks apart and lick the cum from her ass. Done with her cheeks I timidly began on her ass hole. As I did so she pressed down forcing my head back to the floor as my tongue entered her shit hole. It went deep almost immediately, still stretched from that cock, and the cum just slid right down and into my open mouth. It was amazing I was desperately trying to hold my load when she started running her finger nails up my shaft - it was impossible sexual torture! "That's good" She exclaimed as she began gently grinding. A few more minutes and we were nice and clean. And it was time for the front. Rather than just turn she stood, turned, and then looked down upon me. My face was glistening wet, massive smile on my face and the hardest my cock has been since I was 17! "Oh you're a good boy" She said sarcastically "You want my cunt?" "Of course!" - what the fuck did she think. "No" She replied. Still standing over me. Thick dollops of cum in her pubes, oozing from her hole directly above me. "Please" I begged. Silence. "Please - let me clean your pussy" trying the logical approach (like there was any fucking logic to this). It was role play pure and simple and I loved it - needed it! She knelt over me, just inches away, "Now" she started with a long and dramatic pause "If we do this" another pause "you realize this changes everything" and settled onto my eager mouth. The taste, the smell, it was amazing. As I sucked and licked every drop of cum she had to give. She explained "You are now a fully fledged cuckold. I do what I want. I fuck who I want, when I want and where I want. You do what I want, exactly what I want and when I want it - I do hope that is clear?" She gave me no chance to answer as she ground down on my face. "For example" She said as a small dribble of piss exited, rolled down my tongue and was swallowed without question. "Good you seem to be learning" and another, slightly large trickle ran down and was also swallowed gratefully. "Good" She said again "you see I am cleaning your mouth out - getting rid of all that sticky cum. I can be a kind mistress to a good cuckold". And with that she grabbed my aching cock. "This will be the extent of your sex" as she started wanking me slowly but violently. Banging down hard with each stroke. "If you are good I will allow you to wank. If you are very good, like today, I might even wank you, but" and here came the threat "If so much as get a hard-on without my approval - you get nothing - fuck all - is that clear?" She eased of my face so I could answer. "Yes". "Good boy" She then opened her bladder and a glorious gush of piss flooded out as my cock exploded. "Oh we are going to have some fun now" She said rising slowly and heading for the shower. This story is inspired by, and dedicated to, my most giving mistress - mistress Lee.
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  11. Useless Husband Turns into Cuckold By Author Dark Cavern After returning from a party, I lay naked on the bed next to Jenny, my beautiful bride of six months. As I looked at her, with her flaming red, shoulder length hair and milky-white curvy body, I felt like the luckiest man in the world. The last six months had been the happiest time in my life for me, Jenny and I had seemed to get on so well. Sure, she was the strong one in the partnership, and it was always her who got her way when push came to shove. But that was fine with me, because I loved her so desperately. Jenny was younger than I, 22 to my 29, and though not a virgin when we married she was fairly inexperienced. I put her apparent reluctance to have sex after the first couple of weeks down to this, and had resolved to be patient with her until she became used to me and began to relax and enjoy it. On this night though, aroused by her naked body and my tongue loosened by drink, I brought up the subject of sex and made what I now know was the biggest mistake of my life. I blurted out that my biggest fantasy was for her to be fucked by a big, well- endowed man. I told her that the humiliation of having that happen turned me on enormously. On hearing this, she just smiled and took my cock in her hand, stroking it gently. "That doesn't surprise me Michael", she began. "After all, you are pretty useless in bed aren't you, with your miserable excuse for a prick? A twelve year old boy could satisfy me better than you." I was stung by her scornful words, but my cock twitched violently in her hand. "Boy, you really do get turned on by humiliation", she sniggered. "Maybe this is the right time for me to tell you what a perverted, inadequate little wimp you really are, with your tiny dick and your premature ejaculation problem." My cock jumped again. "I think you have the right idea", she continued. "Now is the right time for me to find another man, perhaps a big black stud with a ten inch cock. We could make you stand and watch while he fucks me senseless, and shows you up for what you are, a useless sissy boy not fit to lick my ass!" Although my cock was now throbbing visibly in my wife's little hand, at her derogatory words and the vision of what she was suggesting, I began to have doubts. I was shocked at this sudden change in her attitude, and the venom of her tone. If she really meant what she just said, her taking a big-cocked lover could mean losing her for good. I could not bear the thought of that, and tried to pass it off as a joke, saying these things were best kept as fantasies. "I don't agree", she snapped, coldly. "In fact, I am really warming to the idea. So much so, that I can tell you now that you will not get to fuck me again until another man has had me. I shall be on the lookout for a suitable lover starting tomorrow, You want humiliation Michael, well you are certainly going to get it!" With that, she let go of my erect cock, and turned over to go to sl**p. I spent a sl**pless night worrying about the future of my marriage. Jenny kept to her word. Whenever we went out over the next couple of weeks, she would spend her time looking round for suitable men to fuck her. She would taunt me with comments like "I bet he has a huge cock" or "I could imagine him between my thighs". All during this time she emphatically refused me any sexual contact, although she would parade around the house scantily-clad and make me sl**p naked in bed next to her every night. "Frustrating isn't it?" she asked one night, having just given me a deep kiss and pressed her soft, naked body up against me. "Maybe things will get better for you when I have found the right man to fuck me." "Can't we just forget all about this?" I pleaded. "Let's just get back to the way we were." "Oh no", she insisted. "You started all this, and I am going to finish it. A couple of the girls told me about a club called Soulmates, apparently it is a great place for picking up men, particularly black men. We are going there on Friday night". This club was the last place I wanted to go, because I knew it was a favourite haunt of a lot of the employees at the company I worked for. I certainly did not want any of them seeing my wife trying to pick up a man, it would be all over the company by Monday morning. However, Jenny insisted, and as usual got her way. When we entered the club, I looked around nervously, hoping I would not see anybody I recognised. Thankfully, there was not, so I got us a drink at the bar and we found a table. Jenny's eyes were everywhere, trying to search out a suitable stud, while I sat quietly feeling miserable and frustrated. Finally, Jenny poked me and asked if I knew who the beautiful big black man standing alone at the bar was. I turned to look, and froze. "No, no", I spluttered. "He would not be right. That's Earl, my assistant at work, the guy I share an office with." "On the contrary", she smiled. "I think he might be just right. Well don't just sit there, take me over and introduce me!" I pleaded and pleaded with Jenny that this was a terrible idea, and that I could finish up being the laughing stock of my company. She just grinned, saying it would all be part of the humiliation that I seemed to crave, and dragged me reluctantly towards the bar. As we reached it, Earl turned and recognised me. I have to admit that he is a good-looking guy, 6'5" tall, with wide shoulders and a huge chest, and at 22 the same age as my wife. He smiled warmly at Jenny, and took her hand as I introduced them. "Pleased to meet you Earl", my wife said sweetly, her eyes sparkling. "My, you are looking good tonight!" "You are looking pretty amazing yourself", he replied, taking in the huge amount of cleavage and thigh her tiny black dress was offering. Jenny invited Earl back to our table, and soon became involved in animated discussion with him, to the total exclusion of yours truly. I had hoped that they would not get on, but even at this early stage it was obvious there was a strong sexual attraction between them. After a while, Earl asked Jenny if she would like to dance, and she eagerly accepted. I watched them as, at first they danced a little way apart, and then close together when the slow dancing began. I got increasingly jealous as they got closer and closer, with my wife's arms d****d around his neck, and I felt physically sick as they began openly kissing on the dancefloor right in front of my gaze. I think I knew then what was coming next. Eventually they came back to the table, and Jenny announced that we were leaving. My arrogant assistant looked at me with a contemptuous smile, as my wife told me of her plans. "Earl is going to spend the night with us", she announced. "Or to be more accurate, with me. I have told him that you get off on humiliation, and that having your wife fucked in your own bed by a real man would have your minuscule dick standing to attention. I can assure you Michael that, from what I felt on the dancefloor, Earl is the real man I have been looking for!" "I have had no complaints", boasted the black man. "Don't worry Boss, I will see that your wife has the night of her life!" Jenny giggled as she and her soon to be new lover walked hand in hand ahead of me towards our car. I got in and drove, while Jenny and Earl got in the back. It was not long before I could hear passionate kissing from the pair of them, and then I heard the sound of a zip being pulled down. "My God Earl!" I heard Jenny gasp. "I knew it was big, but this is magnificent! Put your foot down Michael, I need this monster inside me soon! Would you like me to suck you a little bit Earl, to get you ready for me?" "I thought you said you didn't like sucking cock", I protested. "I meant your little boy's cock", she replied cruelly. "This is a real man's cock, it is meant to have a woman's lips stretched round it!" I looked in the mirror, and saw my wife's head disappear. The car was soon filled with the sound of my wife sucking her black stud like a cheap whore. This continued for the five minutes it took to reach our home. Once inside, Jenny dragged Earl upstairs to our bedroom, with me just behind. I went to enter the bedroom with them, but Jenny stopped me. "Oh no you don't", she said. "Earl and I want to be alone tonight to get to know each other. You go and sl**p in the spare room next door". With that, they went inside and closed the door. Hearing their laughter, I trotted off to the spare room, feeling like an outsider in my own home. As I got into bed, I realised how thin the walls were in our house. I could quite clearly hear the two of them laughing and giggling for several minutes. It then went quiet, and I realised they were now engaging in foreplay. I could not get the visions of his big black hands mauling my wife's big white tits, or his cock crammed into her pretty mouth. This was all my fault; it was what I said I wanted. When it came to it though, I just felt jealous and sick. I was hurting inside at my wife's willing, even eager betrayal of me, and though my throbbing cock betrayed my excitement, I was too upset to jerk myself off. Suddenly I was jolted by a loud female cry. I realised that this was Earl's first penetration of my wife's tight pussy, and my how she seemed to love it. Very soon I began to hear little gasps and cries coming from her, as her new lover began to move inside her. This made me feel even worse, as sex between Jenny and myself had always been quick and in silence. This however was anything but quick. For over half an hour it went on, with my wife's cries becoming louder and more urgent, as she begged him to make her come. He certainly did that. With a loud scream that must have woken the neighbours, my wife reached a powerful orgasm, shortly followed by a loud grunt from Earl as he emptied his load into her belly. It went a little quirt after that, though I could hear the mumbled sounds that lovers make as they come down from their sexual high. To my amazement the noises started again after a very short time, and I realised that they were fucking again. So much for my hope that Jenny would not enjoy sex with him! I must have got to sl**p eventually, because when I woke it was light. As I came to my senses, I heard the now familiar sounds of sexual ecstasy from my wife next door. They must have been fucking all night, and the best I had managed with Jenny was twice in a night. A short while after they had finished, I heard them leave the bedroom and go downstairs. When I followed, a minute or two later, they were at the front door. My wife was in her short, navy blue robe, kissing the fully dressed Earl with a passion she had never showed me. As she heard me, she turned and gave me a self-satisfied smile before returning to give her lover another open-mouthed kiss. I went to the kitchen to make some coffee, and after a couple of minutes, the door closed and Jenny sauntered into the kitchen. "Was that enough humiliation for you little dick?" she taunted. "Having to listen to another man giving your wife multiple orgasms when you have never given her even one? Or watching her kissing her lover goodbye, while she tells him he can fuck her anytime he wants? Tell me, how does it feel to be a cuckold?" I just hung my head and said nothing, as she laughed at me derisively. "Get on your knees Michael", she ordered, after she stopped laughing. "What are you talking about?" I snapped, feeling irritated. "Do you want me to pack my bags and walk out of here right now?" she replied sternly. "Oh no", I protested, changing my attitude completely. "I could not bear that, I love you so desperately!" I quickly knelt before her as I had been told. As I did so, Jenny lifted her robe up to her waist and parted her legs, revealing her puffy, cum-filled pussy and matted pubic hair. "You see Michael", she continued. "A man far superior to you has spent the night fucking your wife in a way you never could, and filling her willing pussy with his superior potent black cum. As a cuckold, your duty is to suck the cum out of your wife and get her pussy spotlessly clean, to acknowledge your inferior wimp cuckold status. Now I suggest you start licking and get used to the taste of my lover's' juice, because you are going to be swallowing a lot of it in the future"." I held the back of Jenny's thighs as I gingerly pushed my tongue into her sopping cunt. The smell was overpowering, and the taste of cum made me want to heave. I was not able to stop however, as my wife had put her hand on my head and started grinding her pussy into my mouth. "Don't waste any cumsucker", she laughed. "Earl spent a lot of effort putting it in there for you!" After that, the rest of the weekend was very quiet. We did not go out, and Jenny spent the whole time dressed in just one very short robe or another, showing plenty of flesh and making me very horny, particularly considering my recent enf***ed abstinence. I tried several times during the weekend to have sex with her, but she refused point blank, saying Earl's rigorous fucking had made her very sore. That did not stop her continuing to have us sl**ping naked together. Neither did it stop her giving me a big kiss last thing at night, forcing her tongue into my mouth and pressing her naked body hard against me until I was hard and throbbing, and then turning away from me with a cruel laugh. On Monday, things were fairly quiet between Earl and I at work, though he did keep giving me insolent "I have fucked your wife" grins throughout the morning. Early in the afternoon, the office door opened, and I turned to see Jenny standing there. She was wearing a tiny top with no bra, and her nipples were poking obscenely through the material. There was a gap between that and the very short skirt she was wearing, exposing her smooth white stomach. Her legs were bare, and she wore open-toed sandals that showed off her painted toenails. I had never seen her looking so sexy. Completely ignoring me, she ran over to Earl and gave him a big French kiss, which he returned with great enthusiasm. "You bastard!" she laughed, when they finally broke away. "After the fucking you gave me on Friday, I have spent the whole weekend just thinking about you and your monster black cock. I need it again badly, so I want you to come round tonight". She emphasised her need by lewdly running her hand up and down his crotch. "I'll be there baby", he assured her. "I've been thinking a lot about that tight white pussy of yours too!" "Good", Jenny responded. "Come back with him after work". Then she kissed him again warmly and left, without a single word to me. The whole afternoon was spent with Earl taunting me, telling me exactly what he was going to do to my wife in my bed. He even followed me when I went for a piss, taking out his huge cock to gleefully show me what my wife would be getting that night. The moment I saw it, I knew I would never be able to persuade my wife to dump him and make do with what I had to offer. When we arrived home, Jenny was barefoot, in a short, transparent black nightie she had obviously bought especially for the occasion. With eyes only for her black lover, she threw her arms round him and kissed him hard. When they broke off I went to kiss her myself, but her cold stare prevented that. She announced that dinner was ready, and invited Earl to sit and told me to get him a beer. "Thanks boss", he said, as I handed him the beer, managing to make "boss" sound like an insult. "You don't need to call him boss here" my wife chided him. "Hell, you are going to be fucking his wife later on, in his bed! He may be your boss at work, but when you are in this house you are master of it, and I am your woman exclusively. You know that when we get in that bedroom, I will do anything for you provided I end up with that black monster between my legs!" They both laughed uproariously at this, while I squirmed in my chair. Dinner was spent with me being ignored once again, as they touched, kissed and laughed together. They even did the washing up together, so they could carry on kissing and cuddling and whispering sweet nothings to one another. When they had finished, they returned to the lounge where I was sitting. "What do you think baby", Earl enquired. "Shall we make him watch?" "Better than that", responded Jenny. "We will have him help out. Come on wimp, it's fuck time." We all went straight up to the bedroom, and Earl and my wife began to undress one another. I too was told to strip and await instructions. Once we were all naked, Earl and my wife sat next to each other on the bed and began kissing. Jenny motioned me between her legs, so I could start getting her pussy nice and wet for her lover. It seemed a bit unnecessary to me, because she was already soaking wet from the anticipation of what she was going to get. After a few minutes, Jenny stopped me, and then shocked me with her next instruction. "Now take Earl's cock in your hand and suck him nice and hard for me. I want him stiff and wet so he can slide easily into my pussy." "You can't be serious", I pleaded. "You know I am not gay, I could never suck another man's cock." "Listen sissy boy", she hissed. "He is your superior, and is giving your wife the sex that you cannot. You will show him gratitude and respect in the appropriate way, or the two of us will beat the shit out of you! Now take his cock and kiss the head a few times before taking it in your mouth." Feeling disgusted and sick, I did as Jenny ordered. I kissed his cock at least a dozen times telling him on Jenny's orders that he had a magnificent stiff dick, and that I was glad my wife was to get the fucking she properly deserved. "It really stretches your lips doesn't it?" my wife taunted, as I struggled to suck on the thick black meat. "Imagine what that does to my pussy, it's no wonder he has me screaming with delight is it?" I continued to suck Earl for several minutes, having been told by my wife not to forget to pay attention to his big, hairy cum-filled balls. Eventually, both were satisfied, and Jenny lay on the bed with her legs spread wide. "Put him into me", she whispered, and I was f***ed to take his cock and slide it into the open pussy that had been denied to me for weeks. "Oh God," she gasped, looking into Earl's eyes. "It feels so fucking good having you filling me so full and stretching me so wide. I'm all yours baby, show him how a black stud fucks his married white slut, show him how he has lost his wife to a superior black lover!" All the familiar feelings of sickness and jealously rose up in me, as Earl started to move f***efully in and out of my wife's pussy. Soon she was gasping and pleading for more, as he brought out the sexual a****l in her, As the pleasure increased, she wrapped her gorgeous legs around his strong back, pushing against his thrusts and crying out. "Tell him Earl", she gasped. "Tell him how you have made a real woman of me with your manly black cock. Tell him you have made me your woman, and that he can't have me any more!" "That's right little dick", he confirmed, turning to me without breaking his stroke. "The best you can hope for is to jerk yourself off, imagining me in your bed up to my balls in your slut wife's black-loving pussy!" "Yeah, get used to it", my wife added breathlessly. "You are going to be a celibate cuckold, to a cock crazy black man's whore!" The two of them laughed at my shocked expression, as the enormity of their words hit me. I am sure that added to the power of the orgasm they both had shortly afterwards. It will come as no surprise to you that, after they had come down from their high, I was made to suck Earl's cum out of my well-fucked wife, and then lick her juices and his cum off his now flaccid cock while the two of them called me all the white, cum lapping cocksuckers under the sun. That done, I was sent to "my" room. As I was closing the door, I heard my wife ask Earl if he would fuck her in the ass, yet another thing that had been denied to me despite my regular pleading. Having got into bed, I was made to endure the sound of my wife squealing for a long time, as Earl rammed her virgin asshole. Shortly after it all went quiet, my door opened and Jenny entered. Without a word, she climbed on the bed, squatted over my face and pulled her ass cheeks apart. "Somewhere new for you to lick cum out of", she laughed, as I pushed my tongue into her slime-filled asshole. When she was satisfied that I had cleaned all of Earl's cum out of her, Jenny jumped off the bed and looked down at me. "Not bad", she grinned. "In one night we have turned you into a cocksucker and an asslicker! I wonder how much more humiliation you have to come." In the weeks to come, Earl was a regular visitor to our home. He had sole rights to my wife's pussy, and either I was made to watch and clean up after them, or listen from next door as they fucked the night away. When Earl was not around, Jenny cruelly continued her cock teasing of me, flaunting her body and telling me I could look to see what I was missing, but not touch. We continued to sl**p naked together, and she would drive me to a frenzy every night, getting me stiff but unsatisfied. "Am I getting you too excited?" she would taunt. "Well you had better go and dribble your weedy cum into the toilet, while you imagine your wife on her knees sucking on her black master's cock!" To my shame, I would do exactly that, with my wife's laughter ringing in my ears. A short while later, Jenny told me to book a two-week holiday at a secluded villa in Italy. Naively, I told her I could not get the time off. "Don't be silly", she scoffed. "It's for Earl and me, and you are paying. We have decided we want a whole two weeks together, just the two of us 24 hours a day." I dutifully booked the holiday, not believing how low I had let myself sink. On the day, the two of them were all packed and ready to go, when my wife gave me another surprise. Producing a cock cage, she told me I would have to wear it while she was away as she did not want me straying. "Besides", she added. "I like the idea of you sitting here at home totally frustrated with full balls, while I am out there doing everything I can to empty Earl's into my mouth, pussy and ass." So there I was, spending a very frustrating fortnight while my lovely wife was getting all the sex she could handle. It was a very long two weeks, I can tell you. Jenny finally got back very late on a Sunday night; in fact I was in bed. I heard her coming up the stairs, and it was obvious she was alone. She came into the bedroom sporting a deep tan, and a new short hairstyle. "Do you like it?" she asked, without any preamble. "Earl likes it better like this, and he's the boss isn't he? Look, I have a couple of other things to show you." As she removed her clothing the first thing I noticed was that her tan was all over. She had probably spent the whole two weeks naked lapping up the sun with her lover. She came closer, and I could see that her pussy was shaved bare, and she had what appeared to be writing above it. She reached the bed, grabbed my hair and pulled my face up close. The words read "Black cock only". "That's not all", she laughed, as she showed me her upper left arm. It was a tattoo of a heart, with the name "Earl" in fancy writing underneath. "Now I really feel that I belong to him", she explained. Especially now he has made me throw my wedding ring away." I looked at her left hand, and saw that she had indeed removed the evidence of our marriage. She slid into bed next to me, and put her hand on the cage. "How was it, wearing that for two weeks?" she asked. "Was it really frustrating, knowing your wife was getting banged several times a day, while you couldn't even come?" "It has been awful, and painful", I replied. "Would you please take it off?" "Of course", she replied, with an evil grin. "You must be dying to jerk yourself off!" I think it might be fun to leave it on for another couple of weeks. It will be much more frustrating for you now I am here to flaunt my sexy body in front of you." As she removed the cage, I begged my wife to let me have sex with her just this once, as my frustration was unbearable. She grabbed my head, and f***ed it down between her legs. "Read my pussy little dick", she laughed. "Black cock only. While you are down there, you can start lapping my pussy and give me a nice cum. I have missed your tongue for the last couple of weeks." As I lapped away with my frustrated cock rigid, Jenny made an announcement. "Earl and I have achieved your ultimate humiliation", she told me. "He has put a black baby in your wife's belly. Very soon everyone will know that I have been bred by a black man, and that you are my cuckold." I continued lapping at my wife's pussy, unsuccessfully trying to stop myself sobbing. "Oh let it out Home By Author By Title By Date Most Popular Forum FAQ Dark Cavern Submit Your Stories More Stories By This Author | Printable Version After returning from a party, I lay naked on the bed next to Jenny, my beautiful bride of six months. As I looked at her, with her flaming red, shoulder length hair and milky-white curvy body, I felt like the luckiest man in the world. The last six months had been the happiest time in my life for me, Jenny and I had seemed to get on so well. Sure, she was the strong one in the partnership, and it was always her who got her way when push came to shove. But that was fine with me, because I loved her so desperately. Jenny was younger than I, 22 to my 29, and though not a virgin when we married she was fairly inexperienced. I put her apparent reluctance to have sex after the first couple of weeks down to this, and had resolved to be patient with her until she became used to me and began to relax and enjoy it. On this night though, aroused by her naked body and my tongue loosened by drink, I brought up the subject of sex and made what I now know was the biggest mistake of my life. I blurted out that my biggest fantasy was for her to be fucked by a big, well- endowed man. I told her that the humiliation of having that happen turned me on enormously. On hearing this, she just smiled and took my cock in her hand, stroking it gently. "That doesn't surprise me Michael", she began. "After all, you are pretty useless in bed aren't you, with your miserable excuse for a prick? A twelve year old boy could satisfy me better than you." I was stung by her scornful words, but my cock twitched violently in her hand. "Boy, you really do get turned on by humiliation", she sniggered. "Maybe this is the right time for me to tell you what a perverted, inadequate little wimp you really are, with your tiny dick and your premature ejaculation problem." My cock jumped again. "I think you have the right idea", she continued. "Now is the right time for me to find another man, perhaps a big black stud with a ten inch cock. We could make you stand and watch while he fucks me senseless, and shows you up for what you are, a useless sissy boy not fit to lick my ass!" Although my cock was now throbbing visibly in my wife's little hand, at her derogatory words and the vision of what she was suggesting, I began to have doubts. I was shocked at this sudden change in her attitude, and the venom of her tone. If she really meant what she just said, her taking a big-cocked lover could mean losing her for good. I could not bear the thought of that, and tried to pass it off as a joke, saying these things were best kept as fantasies. "I don't agree", she snapped, coldly. "In fact, I am really warming to the idea. So much so, that I can tell you now that you will not get to fuck me again until another man has had me. I shall be on the lookout for a suitable lover starting tomorrow, You want humiliation Michael, well you are certainly going to get it!" With that, she let go of my erect cock, and turned over to go to sl**p. I spent a sl**pless night worrying about the future of my marriage. Jenny kept to her word. Whenever we went out over the next couple of weeks, she would spend her time looking round for suitable men to fuck her. She would taunt me with comments like "I bet he has a huge cock" or "I could imagine him between my thighs". All during this time she emphatically refused me any sexual contact, although she would parade around the house scantily-clad and make me sl**p naked in bed next to her every night. "Frustrating isn't it?" she asked one night, having just given me a deep kiss and pressed her soft, naked body up against me. "Maybe things will get better for you when I have found the right man to fuck me." "Can't we just forget all about this?" I pleaded. "Let's just get back to the way we were." "Oh no", she insisted. "You started all this, and I am going to finish it. A couple of the girls told me about a club called Soulmates, apparently it is a great place for picking up men, particularly black men. We are going there on Friday night". This club was the last place I wanted to go, because I knew it was a favourite haunt of a lot of the employees at the company I worked for. I certainly did not want any of them seeing my wife trying to pick up a man, it would be all over the company by Monday morning. However, Jenny insisted, and as usual got her way. When we entered the club, I looked around nervously, hoping I would not see anybody I recognised. Thankfully, there was not, so I got us a drink at the bar and we found a table. Jenny's eyes were everywhere, trying to search out a suitable stud, while I sat quietly feeling miserable and frustrated. Finally, Jenny poked me and asked if I knew who the beautiful big black man standing alone at the bar was. I turned to look, and froze. "No, no", I spluttered. "He would not be right. That's Earl, my assistant at work, the guy I share an office with." "On the contrary", she smiled. "I think he might be just right. Well don't just sit there, take me over and introduce me!" I pleaded and pleaded with Jenny that this was a terrible idea, and that I could finish up being the laughing stock of my company. She just grinned, saying it would all be part of the humiliation that I seemed to crave, and dragged me reluctantly towards the bar. As we reached it, Earl turned and recognised me. I have to admit that he is a good-looking guy, 6'5" tall, with wide shoulders and a huge chest, and at 22 the same age as my wife. He smiled warmly at Jenny, and took her hand as I introduced them. "Pleased to meet you Earl", my wife said sweetly, her eyes sparkling. "My, you are looking good tonight!" "You are looking pretty amazing yourself", he replied, taking in the huge amount of cleavage and thigh her tiny black dress was offering. Jenny invited Earl back to our table, and soon became involved in animated discussion with him, to the total exclusion of yours truly. I had hoped that they would not get on, but even at this early stage it was obvious there was a strong sexual attraction between them. After a while, Earl asked Jenny if she would like to dance, and she eagerly accepted. I watched them as, at first they danced a little way apart, and then close together when the slow dancing began. I got increasingly jealous as they got closer and closer, with my wife's arms d****d around his neck, and I felt physically sick as they began openly kissing on the dancefloor right in front of my gaze. I think I knew then what was coming next. Eventually they came back to the table, and Jenny announced that we were leaving. My arrogant assistant looked at me with a contemptuous smile, as my wife told me of her plans. "Earl is going to spend the night with us", she announced. "Or to be more accurate, with me. I have told him that you get off on humiliation, and that having your wife fucked in your own bed by a real man would have your minuscule dick standing to attention. I can assure you Michael that, from what I felt on the dancefloor, Earl is the real man I have been looking for!" "I have had no complaints", boasted the black man. "Don't worry Boss, I will see that your wife has the night of her life!" Jenny giggled as she and her soon to be new lover walked hand in hand ahead of me towards our car. I got in and drove, while Jenny and Earl got in the back. It was not long before I could hear passionate kissing from the pair of them, and then I heard the sound of a zip being pulled down. "My God Earl!" I heard Jenny gasp. "I knew it was big, but this is magnificent! Put your foot down Michael, I need this monster inside me soon! Would you like me to suck you a little bit Earl, to get you ready for me?" "I thought you said you didn't like sucking cock", I protested. "I meant your little boy's cock", she replied cruelly. "This is a real man's cock, it is meant to have a woman's lips stretched round it!" I looked in the mirror, and saw my wife's head disappear. The car was soon filled with the sound of my wife sucking her black stud like a cheap whore. This continued for the five minutes it took to reach our home. Once inside, Jenny dragged Earl upstairs to our bedroom, with me just behind. I went to enter the bedroom with them, but Jenny stopped me. "Oh no you don't", she said. "Earl and I want to be alone tonight to get to know each other. You go and sl**p in the spare room next door". With that, they went inside and closed the door. Hearing their laughter, I trotted off to the spare room, feeling like an outsider in my own home. As I got into bed, I realised how thin the walls were in our house. I could quite clearly hear the two of them laughing and giggling for several minutes. It then went quiet, and I realised they were now engaging in foreplay. I could not get the visions of his big black hands mauling my wife's big white tits, or his cock crammed into her pretty mouth. This was all my fault; it was what I said I wanted. When it came to it though, I just felt jealous and sick. I was hurting inside at my wife's willing, even eager betrayal of me, and though my throbbing cock betrayed my excitement, I was too upset to jerk myself off. Suddenly I was jolted by a loud female cry. I realised that this was Earl's first penetration of my wife's tight pussy, and my how she seemed to love it. Very soon I began to hear little gasps and cries coming from her, as her new lover began to move inside her. This made me feel even worse, as sex between Jenny and myself had always been quick and in silence. This however was anything but quick. For over half an hour it went on, with my wife's cries becoming louder and more urgent, as she begged him to make her come. He certainly did that. With a loud scream that must have woken the neighbours, my wife reached a powerful orgasm, shortly followed by a loud grunt from Earl as he emptied his load into her belly. It went a little quirt after that, though I could hear the mumbled sounds that lovers make as they come down from their sexual high. To my amazement the noises started again after a very short time, and I realised that they were fucking again. So much for my hope that Jenny would not enjoy sex with him! I must have got to sl**p eventually, because when I woke it was light. As I came to my senses, I heard the now familiar sounds of sexual ecstasy from my wife next door. They must have been fucking all night, and the best I had managed with Jenny was twice in a night. A short while after they had finished, I heard them leave the bedroom and go downstairs. When I followed, a minute or two later, they were at the front door. My wife was in her short, navy blue robe, kissing the fully dressed Earl with a passion she had never showed me. As she heard me, she turned and gave me a self-satisfied smile before returning to give her lover another open-mouthed kiss. I went to the kitchen to make some coffee, and after a couple of minutes, the door closed and Jenny sauntered into the kitchen. "Was that enough humiliation for you little dick?" she taunted. "Having to listen to another man giving your wife multiple orgasms when you have never given her even one? Or watching her kissing her lover goodbye, while she tells him he can fuck her anytime he wants? Tell me, how does it feel to be a cuckold?" I just hung my head and said nothing, as she laughed at me derisively. "Get on your knees Michael", she ordered, after she stopped laughing. "What are you talking about?" I snapped, feeling irritated. "Do you want me to pack my bags and walk out of here right now?" she replied sternly. "Oh no", I protested, changing my attitude completely. "I could not bear that, I love you so desperately!" I quickly knelt before her as I had been told. As I did so, Jenny lifted her robe up to her waist and parted her legs, revealing her puffy, cum-filled pussy and matted pubic hair. "You see Michael", she continued. "A man far superior to you has spent the night fucking your wife in a way you never could, and filling her willing pussy with his superior potent black cum. As a cuckold, your duty is to suck the cum out of your wife and get her pussy spotlessly clean, to acknowledge your inferior wimp cuckold status. Now I suggest you start licking and get used to the taste of my lover's' juice, because you are going to be swallowing a lot of it in the future"." I held the back of Jenny's thighs as I gingerly pushed my tongue into her sopping cunt. The smell was overpowering, and the taste of cum made me want to heave. I was not able to stop however, as my wife had put her hand on my head and started grinding her pussy into my mouth. "Don't waste any cumsucker", she laughed. "Earl spent a lot of effort putting it in there for you!" After that, the rest of the weekend was very quiet. We did not go out, and Jenny spent the whole time dressed in just one very short robe or another, showing plenty of flesh and making me very horny, particularly considering my recent enf***ed abstinence. I tried several times during the weekend to have sex with her, but she refused point blank, saying Earl's rigorous fucking had made her very sore. That did not stop her continuing to have us sl**ping naked together. Neither did it stop her giving me a big kiss last thing at night, forcing her tongue into my mouth and pressing her naked body hard against me until I was hard and throbbing, and then turning away from me with a cruel laugh. On Monday, things were fairly quiet between Earl and I at work, though he did keep giving me insolent "I have fucked your wife" grins throughout the morning. Early in the afternoon, the office door opened, and I turned to see Jenny standing there. She was wearing a tiny top with no bra, and her nipples were poking obscenely through the material. There was a gap between that and the very short skirt she was wearing, exposing her smooth white stomach. Her legs were bare, and she wore open-toed sandals that showed off her painted toenails. I had never seen her looking so sexy. Completely ignoring me, she ran over to Earl and gave him a big French kiss, which he returned with great enthusiasm. "You bastard!" she laughed, when they finally broke away. "After the fucking you gave me on Friday, I have spent the whole weekend just thinking about you and your monster black cock. I need it again badly, so I want you to come round tonight". She emphasised her need by lewdly running her hand up and down his crotch. "I'll be there baby", he assured her. "I've been thinking a lot about that tight white pussy of yours too!" "Good", Jenny responded. "Come back with him after work". Then she kissed him again warmly and left, without a single word to me. The whole afternoon was spent with Earl taunting me, telling me exactly what he was going to do to my wife in my bed. He even followed me when I went for a piss, taking out his huge cock to gleefully show me what my wife would be getting that night. The moment I saw it, I knew I would never be able to persuade my wife to dump him and make do with what I had to offer. When we arrived home, Jenny was barefoot, in a short, transparent black nightie she had obviously bought especially for the occasion. With eyes only for her black lover, she threw her arms round him and kissed him hard. When they broke off I went to kiss her myself, but her cold stare prevented that. She announced that dinner was ready, and invited Earl to sit and told me to get him a beer. "Thanks boss", he said, as I handed him the beer, managing to make "boss" sound like an insult. "You don't need to call him boss here" my wife chided him. "Hell, you are going to be fucking his wife later on, in his bed! He may be your boss at work, but when you are in this house you are master of it, and I am your woman exclusively. You know that when we get in that bedroom, I will do anything for you provided I end up with that black monster between my legs!" They both laughed uproariously at this, while I squirmed in my chair. Dinner was spent with me being ignored once again, as they touched, kissed and laughed together. They even did the washing up together, so they could carry on kissing and cuddling and whispering sweet nothings to one another. When they had finished, they returned to the lounge where I was sitting. "What do you think baby", Earl enquired. "Shall we make him watch?" "Better than that", responded Jenny. "We will have him help out. Come on wimp, it's fuck time." We all went straight up to the bedroom, and Earl and my wife began to undress one another. I too was told to strip and await instructions. Once we were all naked, Earl and my wife sat next to each other on the bed and began kissing. Jenny motioned me between her legs, so I could start getting her pussy nice and wet for her lover. It seemed a bit unnecessary to me, because she was already soaking wet from the anticipation of what she was going to get. After a few minutes, Jenny stopped me, and then shocked me with her next instruction. "Now take Earl's cock in your hand and suck him nice and hard for me. I want him stiff and wet so he can slide easily into my pussy." "You can't be serious", I pleaded. "You know I am not gay, I could never suck another man's cock." "Listen sissy boy", she hissed. "He is your superior, and is giving your wife the sex that you cannot. You will show him gratitude and respect in the appropriate way, or the two of us will beat the shit out of you! Now take his cock and kiss the head a few times before taking it in your mouth." Feeling disgusted and sick, I did as Jenny ordered. I kissed his cock at least a dozen times telling him on Jenny's orders that he had a magnificent stiff dick, and that I was glad my wife was to get the fucking she properly deserved. "It really stretches your lips doesn't it?" my wife taunted, as I struggled to suck on the thick black meat. "Imagine what that does to my pussy, it's no wonder he has me screaming with delight is it?" I continued to suck Earl for several minutes, having been told by my wife not to forget to pay attention to his big, hairy cum-filled balls. Eventually, both were satisfied, and Jenny lay on the bed with her legs spread wide. "Put him into me", she whispered, and I was f***ed to take his cock and slide it into the open pussy that had been denied to me for weeks. "Oh God," she gasped, looking into Earl's eyes. "It feels so fucking good having you filling me so full and stretching me so wide. I'm all yours baby, show him how a black stud fucks his married white slut, show him how he has lost his wife to a superior black lover!" All the familiar feelings of sickness and jealously rose up in me, as Earl started to move f***efully in and out of my wife's pussy. Soon she was gasping and pleading for more, as he brought out the sexual a****l in her, As the pleasure increased, she wrapped her gorgeous legs around his strong back, pushing against his thrusts and crying out. "Tell him Earl", she gasped. "Tell him how you have made a real woman of me with your manly black cock. Tell him you have made me your woman, and that he can't have me any more!" "That's right little dick", he confirmed, turning to me without breaking his stroke. "The best you can hope for is to jerk yourself off, imagining me in your bed up to my balls in your slut wife's black-loving pussy!" "Yeah, get used to it", my wife added breathlessly. "You are going to be a celibate cuckold, to a cock crazy black man's whore!" The two of them laughed at my shocked expression, as the enormity of their words hit me. I am sure that added to the power of the orgasm they both had shortly afterwards. It will come as no surprise to you that, after they had come down from their high, I was made to suck Earl's cum out of my well-fucked wife, and then lick her juices and his cum off his now flaccid cock while the two of them called me all the white, cum lapping cocksuckers under the sun. That done, I was sent to "my" room. As I was closing the door, I heard my wife ask Earl if he would fuck her in the ass, yet another thing that had been denied to me despite my regular pleading. Having got into bed, I was made to endure the sound of my wife squealing for a long time, as Earl rammed her virgin asshole. Shortly after it all went quiet, my door opened and Jenny entered. Without a word, she climbed on the bed, squatted over my face and pulled her ass cheeks apart. "Somewhere new for you to lick cum out of", she laughed, as I pushed my tongue into her slime-filled asshole. When she was satisfied that I had cleaned all of Earl's cum out of her, Jenny jumped off the bed and looked down at me. "Not bad", she grinned. "In one night we have turned you into a cocksucker and an asslicker! I wonder how much more humiliation you have to come." In the weeks to come, Earl was a regular visitor to our home. He had sole rights to my wife's pussy, and either I was made to watch and clean up after them, or listen from next door as they fucked the night away. When Earl was not around, Jenny cruelly continued her cock teasing of me, flaunting her body and telling me I could look to see what I was missing, but not touch. We continued to sl**p naked together, and she would drive me to a frenzy every night, getting me stiff but unsatisfied. "Am I getting you too excited?" she would taunt. "Well you had better go and dribble your weedy cum into the toilet, while you imagine your wife on her knees sucking on her black master's cock!" To my shame, I would do exactly that, with my wife's laughter ringing in my ears. A short while later, Jenny told me to book a two-week holiday at a secluded villa in Italy. Naively, I told her I could not get the time off. "Don't be silly", she scoffed. "It's for Earl and me, and you are paying. We have decided we want a whole two weeks together, just the two of us 24 hours a day." I dutifully booked the holiday, not believing how low I had let myself sink. On the day, the two of them were all packed and ready to go, when my wife gave me another surprise. Producing a cock cage, she told me I would have to wear it while she was away as she did not want me straying. "Besides", she added. "I like the idea of you sitting here at home totally frustrated with full balls, while I am out there doing everything I can to empty Earl's into my mouth, pussy and ass." So there I was, spending a very frustrating fortnight while my lovely wife was getting all the sex she could handle. It was a very long two weeks, I can tell you. Jenny finally got back very late on a Sunday night; in fact I was in bed. I heard her coming up the stairs, and it was obvious she was alone. She came into the bedroom sporting a deep tan, and a new short hairstyle. "Do you like it?" she asked, without any preamble. "Earl likes it better like this, and he's the boss isn't he? Look, I have a couple of other things to show you." As she removed her clothing the first thing I noticed was that her tan was all over. She had probably spent the whole two weeks naked lapping up the sun with her lover. She came closer, and I could see that her pussy was shaved bare, and she had what appeared to be writing above it. She reached the bed, grabbed my hair and pulled my face up close. The words read "Black cock only". "That's not all", she laughed, as she showed me her upper left arm. It was a tattoo of a heart, with the name "Earl" in fancy writing underneath. "Now I really feel that I belong to him", she explained. Especially now he has made me throw my wedding ring away." I looked at her left hand, and saw that she had indeed removed the evidence of our marriage. She slid into bed next to me, and put her hand on the cage. "How was it, wearing that for two weeks?" she asked. "Was it really frustrating, knowing your wife was getting banged several times a day, while you couldn't even come?" "It has been awful, and painful", I replied. "Would you please take it off?" "Of course", she replied, with an evil grin. "You must be dying to jerk yourself off!" I think it might be fun to leave it on for another couple of weeks. It will be much more frustrating for you now I am here to flaunt my sexy body in front of you." As she removed the cage, I begged my wife to let me have sex with her just this once, as my frustration was unbearable. She grabbed my head, and f***ed it down between her legs. "Read my pussy little dick", she laughed. "Black cock only. While you are down there, you can start lapping my pussy and give me a nice cum. I have missed your tongue for the last couple of weeks." As I lapped away with my frustrated cock rigid, Jenny made an announcement. "Earl and I have achieved your ultimate humiliation", she told me. "He has put a black baby in your wife's belly. Very soon everyone will know that I have been bred by a black man, and that you are my cuckold." I continued lapping at my wife's pussy, unsuccessfully trying to stop myself sobbing. "Oh let it out Michael", Jenny laughed. "You know how much pleasure I get out of seeing you cry!" I couldn't believe how the woman I loved so desperately could change so much, and in such a short time turn me into a snivelling, cuckold wimp. Michael", Jenny laughed. "You know how much pleasure I get out of seeing you cry!" I couldn't believe how the woman I loved so desperately could change so much, and in such a short time turn me into a snivelling, cuckold wimp.
  12. sultanCucky

    Wife cuckolds Husband.

    Wife cuckolds Husband. I'm an always horney man, constantly thinking of sex in some form. I wonder about the type of sex every woman, I see, enjoys. That prudish old bitch everyone knows, whose ass is so tight you could stick a lump of coal in it and get a diamond out. I even imagine her with a penis in her mouth or a tongue in her pussy. That hot little thing everyone is slobbering over. Is she a hot piece of ass? Or, is she a bland fuck that leaves you wanting and needing more? Sex is always on my mind. The imagination is great, sex with any female at any time. But, mostly, I want my wife. I want her in all ways at all times. I want to be a hundred years old and fucking her. That doesn't mean, I don't want to occasionally try life's buffet in my mind. I don't know what lead to what happened. All I know is I am in it and both hate and love it. My wife came home from work and was immediately frisky. Something she usually isn't being a working woman. While I wanted to quickly get into making love, she was in control. Keeping me going while holding me off, she removed her panties and pushed me to the floor. I knew what she wanted and it was unusual. Unusual, because she wasn't wasting any time and was f***eful about it. After pushing me down she grabbed my head in her hands. It wasn't soft and loving. It was a viselike grip. Leaving nothing to the imagination. My head was going where she put it. She pulled my mouth to her pussy and began moving her hips in circles. "Lick it!" She commanded. "Clean me out." She didn't have to order me like that. I love, licking, sucking and tonguing a pussy. Her pussy, especially. The taste was different. It wasn't her usual velvety smooth sweetness. There was a tangy coarseness intermingled in her flavor. "What is this, 'Lick It,' 'Clean Me Out,' shit?" I thought. Normally she doesn't orgasm from beginning oral sex. That is usually a start for her and her orgasms come during our lovemaking sessions. This time she built to a strong orgasm, pulling my head against her rotating pussy with so much f***e it hurt. As soon as her climax subsided she grabbed my head like a ball. Her fingernails digging in to my jaw and neck as she pulled me upward. "Fuck Me!" Again she was commanding. "Hurry up! I want your cock in me, now!" She began kissing me wildly, never letting go of my head. Through her kisses, she said, "Get your cock in your wife's pussy." I was at a fevered pitch and as quickly as I could, I obeyed. She was so wet and ready that my entry seemed to be at light speed. The heat of her engulfing my erection was pure heaven. "Oh, God, Yes! Now, Fuck Me, Hard! Drive it into me. Punish my pussy with your cock." "What the hell!?" I thought. "She doesn't talk like this!" Lust consumed me and I did as I was told. I repeatedly thrust into her as hard as I could. She was thrusting back, moaning, thrashing and gasping. I felt and heard her orgasm several times until she wrapped herself around me. She whispered in my ear. "Cum in me baby. Add your cum to your wife's pussy." "What!" I thought. "Add my cum." This sent my mind reeling but my balls were already tightening. "Yes, yes, yes. Cum in me baby. Give me your cum, too." I was cuming and it was so intense, I thought she was draining the life out of me. All the while, my mind was full of, 'add your cum,' and 'your cum too.' She was having one of the most intense orgasms I have ever seen her have. When we both came down from our mutual ecstasy, she did something different again. Usually she cups her pussy and hurries off to clean up. But, not this time. This time she quickly pulled her panties on. She caressed my face, kissed me and said. "Gotta do something. Be a dear and start the meat. I'll be right back." As she walked away, she said. "Think about how my pussy tasted." I was addled and before I could think, she was gone. "Son-of-a-bitch! What is going on?" I sat there for several minutes before I could think. Wanting to know what was going on, I began to let my mind wander. Okay, let's see, what just happened? She f***ed me to do oral. Not the usual slow urging of sensual lovemaking. She commanded that I fuck her and fuck her hard. Not the usual slow tender lovemaking. She didn't clean up. She always cleans up. Even if we're going to do it again, she cleans up each time. She took off to do something. What? What did she have to do? What? And, she told me to think about how her pussy tasted. Why? Wait a minute, it's tasted like that several times the past couple of months! Then it hit me. "CUM! That's cum, I tasted in her pussy. Oh Fuck! She's found another man!" It felt like my heart had been ripped out. Emptiness filled me and I began to cry. I was thinking she had just given me a 'goodbye fuck.' I stopped crying and sat there wondering what I had done wrong. Thinking, over and over, what I could have done better or different. Devastated by the thought of losing her. Time had stopped. "I'm back." Her cheerful happy voice rang out. "You still sitting there?" She walked over and kissed me. "My, my, you haven't even pulled your pants up." She kissed me again. "Super's going to be late, since you haven't moved." Off she went to the kitchen. "What the, am I going crazy? I shook my head to clear my thoughts and tried to stand. My legs trembled as slowly my strength returned. After getting my pants up, I went to the kitchen. "Where did you go?" "I just had to take care of something. Asparagus or Brussel Sprouts?" She quickly changed the subject and I knew that meant she wasn't going to talk about it. Everything was back to normal. She talked about her day and asked about mine as we both worked on the meal. We ate with our usual small talk of doing something together on the weekend. I knew something was still up, when she reached for the wine glasses and asked me to get a bottle. I got queasy again. She walked over and gave me a passionate kiss. "Let's go to the living room and have a drink. I have something to tell you." Taking my hand she said, "Bring the wine." As she led me to the living room. She opened, poured and handed me a glass. "Drink up." She said as she took a sip. I wanted to just down the bottle. "Did you like what happened earlier?" I didn't answer. "Well, did you?" "Yes." I said meekly. "I told you to think about something. Did you?" I swallowed and again meekly said, "Yes." "And?" She saw the questioning look on my face and continued. "What did it taste like?" I must have looked pitiful as I said, "It tasted like you've found another man." She poured more wine in our glasses and pushed mine toward my mouth. I downed half of it as she sipped hers. Smiling, she leaned forward and kissed me before continuing. "You are a cuckold. If you stay, you will stay as my cuckold." "Stay?" "Yes. You may stay or go. I've decided, I like having sex with other men occasionally. I've made my choice and now you have a choice to make. Stay as my cuckold or go and be my Ex." Tears were filling my eyes. "Y-you don't love me anymore?" She took the wine glass from my hand and put it on the table before taking my face in her hands and kissing me. "As hard as it is to believe, I Do Love You. I do not want to lose you. But, I am not giving up this sex I love and need." She paused, touching her forehead to mine. "You must choose: Stay and be my cuckold. Or, leave." I sat in silence. My mind locked up and I was unable to speak. She handed me my glass and I emptied it. Filling my glass again, she asked. "Do you know what a cuckold is?" "Not really. I'd guess it's a man whose wife fucks around." She sipped her wine and said. "That's basically right. By definition, 'it's a man who knows his wife has sex with others.' However, if you check its origin. It's a man who knows his wife has sex with others, while he does not." I was more confused. "Are you saying we can't have sex anymore?" "No. I'm saying we will have our marriage. Sex and all. Only, I will have sex with others, while you will not. You will be my cuckold." I went to the bathroom and almost couldn't relieve myself, for thinking about it. When I returned to the living room, I sighed and said. "OK. I love you and don't want to lose you. And, it seems I already am your cuckold." She smiled and downed an entire glass of wine before coming over and kissing me, passionately. "Oh God, you have no idea how much I hoped you would. Now, no more talk. And, tonight, when we go to bed. I want you to make wedding night love to me." She kissed me so passionately, I wanted to fuck her then and there. That night, we made, slow, sensual, passionate, caring love, all night. And I do mean, All Night. We both went to work the next day and it was all I could do to make it through the day. All I could think about was, why and how did she get this way. That night, I asked her and she told me how. But, she couldn't tell me why. "I don't know why! Really, I don't know. I gave in to the moment and had sex with a young man at work." She paused studying my face. "I knew, the instant I felt him cuming inside me, I wasn't going to stop." I wanted to know why she had sex with him, if as she said, "I Love You. And I enjoy our intimacy, immensely. You always satisfy me in bed." She couldn't tell me. All she knew was, once she did it, her mind said she wasn't stopping. She doesn't want our marriage to end. "You have to accept what I am. I'm not going to argue about, or discuss it." I learned it was this change in her that made her start swallowing my cum. That made her publicly sensuous with me. That brought our intimacy to a whole new level. She made my position perfectly clear, two weeks later. She went out to find a man, with me following and staying in the background. After three different places and drinking, she had a young man in tow. She could have came over and talked to me, but she called my cell to give instructions. I was to get a motel room, call her to let her know where and then wait in the room for them to show up. "Shit! It was bad enough watching my wife flirt with other men and letting herself be picked up. Is she really going to introduce me to him and make me watch?" YES! That is exactly what happened! But, I was tortured first. I sat alone in that motel room for two hours. While they drank, danced and had a good time. When they showed up, they had obviously been making out already. His shirt was unbuttoned as was my wife's blouse. And I saw her panties stuck in the top of her purse. She was wiggling against him and rubbing his chest as she said, "This is my husband." She didn't say my name. "Like I told you. He's going to watch." Then she put his hand inside her blouse and kissed him passionately. After the kiss, she whispered something in his ear that made him laugh. She came over and gave me a quick peck on the lips and said, "Now you find out what kind of cuckold you are, as you 'Watch' another man fuck your wife." She sashayed back to him and they began making out and undressing each other. My heart and stomach were doing somersaults in my chest. I wanted to run. I wanted to beat the dog shit out of him. I just sat there and did nothing. Held in place by something unknown within me. I grieved inside as I watched my wife drop to her knees and take another man in her mouth. At the same time, it excited me to watch her suck his cock. I knew the pleasure her mouth gave and I envied him. With her hands on his thighs, she pushed forward. Stopped by the resistance of his cockhead hitting her throat. Opening her mouth wider and pushing harder, her throat bulged as his cockhead slipped in. I couldn't believe my eyes. Her nose was against his stomach. Her lips were tightly moving on the base of his cock. And her chin was touching his balls. And I could hear her humming. She stayed like that and I was wondering how she could breath. Finally, after what seemed like eternity, she moved back. Did she breath? I couldn't tell. Instantly, she had him in her throat again. After several times, I noticed her throat was moving. Somehow she was massaging his cock with her throat. "Jesus, I've never felt her do that to me." I thought. His legs shook and he moaned. She pulled off of him and stroked him with her hand as she looked up and said, "Cum in my mouth, baby. Feed me your cum, so you can fuck me long and hard." She immediately deep-throated him again. "Oh My God! She just begged him to cum in her mouth. 'Feed me your cum,' she said." I cringed at hearing my wife ask another man to cum in her mouth before he fucked her. Within seconds, his face and body gave away the fact that he was cuming in my wife's mouth. And she was pulling hard on his cock with her lips, milking his cum out of him, as she moaned and repeatedly swallowed. She didn't miss a drop. When he stopped throbbing in her mouth, she milked him with her hand. Licking he end of his cock until no more cum appeared. "That was delicious." She said looking up at him. Then she looked at me and winked before laying on the bed. Sickened and unbelievably turned on, I couldn't move. I knew he wouldn't fuck her right away because he had softened. What he did next, surprised me. I didn't expect him to pay homage to her. He picked up her legs and began kissing her toes. He was kissing her feet as he caressed her legs. Oh, how many times I have done that myself. And now I'm watching another man do it. Slowly he kissed and caressed her legs until reaching her pussy. I expected to watch him eat my wife's pussy until she had a moaning orgasm. But, he didn't. He only licked and kissed her pussy for a minute or so before moving up and putting his cockhead between her swollen wet glistening lips. My wife quit playing with her tits and reached for his waist, saying, "Fuck Me Baby! Give me your cock, hard and deep." She was pulling him in as he pushed forward. As he gained full penetration, she yelled out, "FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!" He began full hard thrusts into her, driving her body up the bed. His ass flexed each time he thrust into her. Causing her to moan loudly each time. Within minutes she began having orgasms. Her body giving it away. Gasping breaths. Whimpering screams. Flushed face and chest. Three, four, five and then he changed positions. It began again. Again he changed positions. For over an hour, he brutally thrust his cock into my wife's pussy. Pounding away at her tender flesh as he drove her repeatedly to orgasmic ecstasy. Finally my wife moaned out, "Please cum! I can't take anymore!" He lay on top of her, put his arms behind her and gripped her shoulders, for the final assault. His ass came up until the head of his cock parted her swollen red lips. A split second of hesitation and he drove it home. Again and again, until it became a blur. Still I could see his entire cock going in and out. My wife started begging, between gasps and whimpering screams. "Oh God Please! Please cum! Oh God! Please cum! Please Cum!" Her body still betraying the fact that she was having orgasms through it all. With a final thrust that made my wife's scream echo in the room, he came. Shaking and grinding into her, he gave her what she wanted. When their breathing became normal, he lifted himself off of her. She pulled him up and greedily sucked his slimy soft cock. When she finished, he got of the bed and started getting dressed. My wife scooted to the edge of the bed in front of me and held her legs open, saying, "Before you go. Watch my husband lick your cum out of my pussy. Remember, I whispered, 'He'll eat my pussy, after you fuck me.'" I was in shock. I glanced at him. He was smiling, getting dressed and watching me. I looked at my wife, pleadingly. "C'mon, lick it up. Clean his cum out of my pussy." I went to my knees and began licking his bitter salty cum from her pussy. Her hands went to my head and I heard her moan as I got into it. As she had an orgasm, I heard the room door open and close. After her orgasm, I bathed her and took her home for an all night fuck session. I am not allowed to fuck her where she cuckolds me. We have to go home and she literally wants me to fuck her all night. I know she fucks other men. She always has me eat her pussy after she has. I only have to be there as she fucks someone, every few months. I'm beginning to get used to it. My marriage is fantastic. It's better than it's ever been. The only bad part is her fucking other men and my sessions watching. I have accepted the fact that, I am her Cuckold. And I will remain, "HER CUCKOLD."
  13. sultanCucky

    Hotwife Guilt

    Hotwife Guilt One of the many challenges for couples when adopting a cuckolding lifestyle is learning to manage various emotions which are intensified substantially by lifestyle experiences. Today’s topic is the burden of guilt needlessly carried by many wives - even those who are already well experienced in cuckolding their husband. Wives new to cuckolding would want to hide such a sight from their cuckold. Letting their husband witness the contented expression and the intimacy with which you cling to your lover will certainly cause very intense emotions for him, but they provide confirmation that his gift of sacrifice as your cuckold is well worth the effort. Wives new to cuckolding would want to hide such a sight from their cuckold. Letting their husband witness the contented expression and the intimacy with which you cling to your lover will certainly cause very intense emotions for him, but they provide confirmation that his gift of sacrifice as your cuckold is well worth the effort. Two-way Street: First wives must realize they’re not alone - either as wives experiencing this or as a spouse. Your husband can also experience extreme guilt for many of the same reasons; let this be common ground you share with each other rather than a reason to exclude each other emotionally. Common Sources: Each wife will experience guilt from a variety of sources and which of those is greater will vary for each woman depending on her situation, but common sources of guilt are: Religious conflicts Motherhood conflicts The taboo effect Religious Conflicts: This topic deserves its own article, but I’ll touch on some basics here. Many couples I’ve known or spoken to felt very conflicted about their desires for cuckolding vs their belief that it violates their religious beliefs. My challenge to that is two-fold. First, show me an evangelical who doesn’t already selectively adhere to the tenets of their faith and I’ll show you Jesus. Do you ‘obey’ your husband? Do you practice any form of birth control? Most likely no to the former and yes to the latter. These choices are simply more relevant in our times and in our culture, right? Much the same can be said of cuckolding. Follow the spirit of the law with regard to fidelity and your needs can coexist with your religion just fine. By this, I mean that the intent of a fidelity clause in marriage vows is all about context. When this journey is one that you take together, there is no violation of the vows of fidelity. Motherhood Conflicts: Most wives and mothers worry more about the welfare of their children with regard to enjoying a lifestyle where they are free to date than they worry about the religious implications. While this is understandable, it’s also overreacting. The bottom line is that k**s feel far more threatened by secrets and the appearance of a troubled marriage than they are by the exercise of choice and the expression of love that cuckolding is. The default position is to assume that the right thing to do is lie, lie, lie. “Mom is working late tonight” you tell them. Then one lie begets another to cover the first one. This is obviously not the best path for a f****y. Is it not also your responsibility as parents to teach them what a loving, caring relationship is like? Is there not benefit in them seeing for themselves that a trusting, loving marriage has options not available to others who don’t make the same effort? I’ve seen first-hand the emotional toll it can take on a c***d when they fear their parents might divorce when they see signs of deception and unexplained behaviors the parents don’t even realize they communicate. As with other aspects of parenting, present a united front and be honest with your k**s. This isn’t to say you need to be open to the point of being explicit, it simply means treating this as a natural part of life, not something you feel ashamed of. I’ve written about my first experience with a f****y in this way here (opens in new tab/window). I suggest couples with c***dren still at home read this as something to ponder as you talk about your lifestyle needs. Taboo Effect: This is one of the shared guilts between both husband and wife and can be summed as being guilt-ridden about enjoying something that goes against everything you were raised to believe and do. This ‘violation’ of those norms is what makes it taboo and what makes it so intense. The reality is that the reason you desire this, the reason it seems, at times, to be so right for you, despite how you were raised, is that how you were raised is in complete opposition to how we are wired as humans. Women were always intended to be very sexual creatures - this is why they were given much more sexual capacity than males - we’ve simply repressed that for a couple thousand years. servicing her stud As with most wives, this one was likely very self-conscious of how eagerly she responds to her lover’s wishes and was likely very reluctant to let her husband find out how submissive she feels when she’s with him. This emotion is easily understood by her husband because he feels that same sense of submissive anxiety from being painfully erect whenever he thinks of her relationship with him. The other side to the Taboo Effect is being ashamed of yourself for finding yourself so aroused by the involvement of your spouse. For the husbands, this guilt surfaces early on as they try to come to grips with the reality that the idea of you surrendering yourself sexually to another man is truly exciting for him - the opposite of how they were brought up to react to a ‘competing’ male. For wives it’s not only the guilt of realizing that having a lover is appealing and erotic, but also realizing that the potential for humbling the husband can also have erotic elements. This is often a larger component than the guilt associated their own enjoyment of such an experience - and is a complete waste of your energy. Your husband, as your cuckold, not only expects this humbling experience, but welcomes it as a means of expressing a sexually submissive role. It’s a challenge to accept this at face value for a new couple, but it’s true. Working Through It The first and foremost key to working through this guilt is managing it so it doesn’t manage you. You achieve this by accepting these feelings for what they are and understanding that though they are natural, they aren’t useful or productive. Your husband wants you to experience these pleasures both despite and because of the emotional conflicts they create. The simple fact that you have these reservations and fears is demonstration of your emotional commitment to your marriage and is an excellent indicator of your suitability for cuckolding as a couple. Delight In The Detail: aye aye, captainDon’t let your guilt prevent you from sharing in this erotic experience with you husband. As your cuckold, your husband absolutely needs to feel included. Feeling part of it is the main ingredient in what allows him to feel aroused by this more than he feels threatened by it. It’s important to understand that your cuckold doesn’t have to be there to see you ride your lover’s cock to feel included; cuddling with him and providing explicit details is both rewarding and healthy intimacy for you two to share, but it does require that you move beyond your feelings of guilt and self-consciousness as your husband had to do to simply share this idea with you to begin with. Because of guilt and perhaps a lack of experience communicating erotic situations, most wives are very reluctant to speak of their experiences outside the marriage in much detail with their husband. The wife’s instinct to protect her husband’s feelings, though understandable, is incorrect. Yes, you will feel guilty telling your husband that your lover has a longer, thicker cock and can reach quite a bit deeper inside you than he can, but, as you’ll see, your husband will always respond verrrry positively to such details - it’s not knowing that leads to deeper problems such as doubt and insecurity. It’s ok that you enjoy seeing him squirm a bit when you admit that you swallowed for your boyfriend knowing that such a pleasure isn’t something you provide for your husband - this is expected behavior in cuckolding. Bottom Line: The excitement, the humiliation, the guilt are all emotions you will both share in as a cuckold couple - share in them together and they are separate bonds of commonality that strengthen your marriage through cuckolding.