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Cuckold Stories: The Benefits of Social Networks
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Working the late shift didn’t leave me a lot of personal time to do things in the normal daylight hours, so most everything I accomplished was done via online. Just like any red blooded male, whenever I logged on, I had to check out what the world of porn had to offer, what new strains of sexuality was out there being advertised and was it something that would fit the needs that I’ve felt for so very long. It’s hard to understand an itch that lies so beneath the surface that I’m not even sure what sort of title to give it, and there’s no way I could ever talk to anyone else about it, where would I begin and what would they think of me. So, I kept things to myself. But one night I created a profile on Facebook hoping to find some people who share the same interests so we could talk and discuss various movies and sites of interests.
Never using my real name of, Benjamin, I came up with something I thought was catchy and created a profile, joined several groups, read what others wrote there and checked their profile pictures. I closed the lid on my laptop and never realized what a journey these past few minutes had created for me. The next morning, over a cup of coffee I logged back on to Facebook and much to my surprise I had three messages! The first two were pretty much what I would call a standard response, “I like your profile, would you like to chat?” Yeah, ok, I won’t delete, I may be desperate one day, but it was the third that really grabbed me in areas that have never felt so stimulated. Her reply was this; “You are a worthless cuckold, you don’t deserve to have any say over your own body, and you certainly should never orgasm unless you’ve been given permission. Your only place in this world should be at my feet, catering to my needs.” I must have read this reply a hundred times before I went browsing the internet trying to find out more about the whole cuckold thing. I somehow ended up on cuckold.com website with many site reviews and after reading a bit more and checking the sites it finally seeped into my mind that the woman from facebook was exactly right, it was like she looked into my soul and found the person I’ve been ignoring, yes, I was a cuckold, finally, a name for it.
With my hands trembling I replied to the woman with a simple, “I’m a cuckold, at your command.” Within minutes she was back, she was again reaching inside of me and pulling forth the submissive side of my very being.
Her orders were easily understood, I didn’t question them and I certainly didn’t ignore them. The first thing I did was pick up the phone and call off work for the evening, I didn’t want anything to interrupt the plans she was making. I showered and left my apartment, driving 20+ miles to the address of the motel she gave me, I parked the car and waited in front of room 4 just like she said. About 5 minutes later this beautiful woman opened the door, she would have been a hot wife for anyone, but today she was going to be my ruler, I was going to succumb and be what she orders me to be.
I walked inside, shaking, nervous, excited and yes, hard. She pointed to a blank wall across from the king sized bed and ordered me to strip and stand in front of it. There was no hiding my erection, and she immediately noticed. Walking towards me with her long, auburn hair hanging loosely down the middle of her back, her stiletto heels cracking against the carpet with a thud that meant business, she looked me square in the eye and said, “Get as hard as you want, but if I see one drop of pre-cum dripping from that pathetic dick, you will leave immediately!”
The bathroom door opened and a naked man walked into the room, with a cock twice as large as mine he immediately took her in his arms and begin to passionately kiss her. I was confused for a moment, watching her be like this seductive kitten with him and yet be so extremely harsh with me, it was conflicting, but it was also arousing. She dropped to her knees, sucking his manhood to the root, fondling his balls and then raking her long, red painted nails down the side of his bare hips. He lifted her, walked her backwards to the bed and laid her back, lifting her long legs high into the air, all I could really see was the point to her heels and the muscles in the cheeks of his ass as he thrust deeply into her vaginal area. He was fucking her with a fury like I’d never seen, and even though my own cock was more aroused than ever, I would not allow that first drop of shiny spunk to be released. I actually broke into a sexual sweat holding back from wanting to grab my dick and shoot my own load. As this male stranger’s motion quickened, I could tell he was close, I could see his testicles from behind pulling up tight and suddenly he jerked his dick free from her vice gripping vaginal walls, spurting his cum all over her thick, swollen outer lips, allowing it to drip down her slit and cover her ass cheeks as well.
Once she caught her breath she looked at me with the coldness back in her eyes, ordering me to get a hot cloth for her lover, and I did, quickly, not wanting to disappoint her in any way. This is what I have always wanted, I wanted to be a cuckold and I was determined to be the best I could. Handing him the wet towel, I went to step back into my place, but instead she spread her thighs wider and ordered me to my knees, my job as her submissive cuckold was to know cleanse her with my mouth and tongue. I spent the next 30 minutes on my knees, licking up his cold cock juices, and I’ve never felt so satisfied in my life.
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Cuckold Fiction: Cuckolded for Promotion
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When I came home from work and told Julie that I had to go out of town for the weekend, a business trip, she looked a bit disgusted, but then I mentioned she was welcome to join me, and we could definitely use the time away together, just quiet, romantic moments to share between us. She smiled again and jumped at the chance, telling me she would shop for a couple new dresses the next day and have our bags packed and ready by early Friday morning, that way no rush on getting to the airport on time. Even though Julie and I had been having some marital issues for quite some time, neither of us really brought it up, thinking if we didn’t mention it, it didn’t really exist, so this weekend would be a great time to bring back our dating days and get a little wild.
As promised we were walking out our front door at 9am sharp, heading for the airport and then a couple of hours in the air would put us at our destination. My business was just an informal get together at the home of a man we were hoping to bring on board as one of our clients, he had money, a lot of it, and he was never selfish in rewarding those he thought was beneficial to him. So, on Saturday Julie would accompany me to the gala event and I was sure her beauty would sweep every man there off of their feet. Even though I loved what was inside of her, it was no secret that her outer beauty was the first thing to catch my attention. Her honey colored hair had a natural wave and curl to it that gave her the girl next door look, a few freckles splashed across the bridge of her nose and aqua colored eyes, definitely spoke volumes for her loveliness. From there it just continued with perfection, her waist was trim and curved in all the right places, her breasts were a desirable 34C, and she loved wearing bras with the nipples cut out, allowing her a bit of freedom while still having support was what she always said. Her legs were long, and her butt extremely tight, yes, I’d say I had myself on hot wife that most men would envy.
As our plane touched down we scrambled to get the carry on bags and then off to get the rest of our luggage. Mr. Spivey, the man we were trying to woo had sent a car for us, and even though we had made arrangements for a motel room, he insisted we stay at his mansion, a huge, sprawling estate that anyone could easily get lost in. For Julie and I, we were bit disappointed because our plans had been for a bit of unruly actions over the next couple of days and now we felt as though we’ll have to tone down our plans.
Walking through the front door we were both in awe of our surroundings, everything was not only beautiful, but polished, shining and looking as though it must have cost a fortune. My Spivey was there to greet us, and I noticed he was giving Julie some lingering looks, the sort that show the excitement in his eyes and I wasn’t sure just how I felt about that. Even though I call him, Mr. Spivey, he’s actually only about eight years older than Julie and I, so definitely young enough to strike a chord for her, if she had been that type of hot wife.
After dinner we went into one of the formal living rooms for a drink and conversation, we had agreed no business discussions until tomorrow’s meeting, so it was just a social evening. Music lightly filtered through the air and Mr. Spivey asked if I would mind him dancing with my wife, not if she’s alright with it was the only response I could think of, after all, we were trying to woo him. He held her close….very close, and I knew underneath her dress she wore a bra that left her nipples exposed, I could see how much they had hardened and wondered what she was thinking. Her breasts are extremely sensitive and many times over the past few years of marriage I’ve brought her to an explosive orgasm just by licking and sucking on her nipples. He pressed hard against her, I could see her eyes starting to look a bit glazed and her hips were grinding back against his own in a special rhythm. I began to shift on the sofa a bit, thinking I might ask to cut in, but I didn’t want to offend him. Finally, after noticing his hands were wandering to the low cut of her back, then to the top of her tight ass, I decided to take back what belonged to me.
I stepped up to them both and lightly tapped him on the shoulder, smiling and said, “I think it’s my turn.” Much to my surprise his tone, expression and actions were completely different and he informed me that it would be Julie’s choice. I turned to my wife with a questioning look on my face, and all she could say was, “Ronnie dear, let me finish this dance and then we’ll have some time together.” So, feeling somewhat rejected and confused, I went back to the sofa and do my drink. That dance led into two more and then finally I saw them parting ways, he left the room and she came to sit next to me on the sofa. Her cheeks were flushed, was it from the exertion or the arousal? “Ronnie, I want to tell you something, and I want to make it quick, my mind is made up, so don’t try to change it.” “You and I have been having issues for a long time, we both know it, and this is the first time in a long while that I’ve felt so excited and aroused, and I don’t want the feeling to stop. I’ve been whispering in Howard’s …err….Mr. Spivey’s ear that I could feel his throbbing huge cock pushing against me, and Ronnie, now I want to feel it inside of me.” With that she got up and left the room.
I sat with my mouth hanging open and wondering if that really happened. I took the last swallow of my drink
and set out to find her. Going up the long staircase I could hear sounds from the room on the right, I opened the door and there was Julie, on the bed, on her knees and sucking his mammoth cock like a person that hasn’t had sex in years. Her jaws were stretched tightly around his width, she was forcing the inches into the back of her throat and all I could think was how she never went after my own dick with such passion. His hands were fondling, pulling, tugging and twisting her nipples and I could already see the clear pussy juices dripping down the inside of her thighs. She opened her eyes and saw me standing in the doorway, and pulling his cock from her lips she said, “Sit down, I want you to watch, that will turn me on.” At that moment I knew what it felt like to be a cuckold husband, and it happened so quickly, but apparently it was something that Julie has been thinking of for a long time, she was too comfortable with it.
Mr. Spivey turned to look at me and through his hard breathing he uttered, “Ron, if you want my contract, which will mean a huge boost for you up the corporate ladder, you’ll not only let me fuck your hot wife, but you’ll be a good cuckold and sit down like the lady said and watch us.” I don’t know if it was shock or selfishness, but I did as he said. I sat in the huge overstuffed chair next to the bed, watching his many thick and pulsating inches driving deeper and deeper into her sweet pussy hole.
As promised, I did get the contract, I was promoted and once a month we go back to see Mr. Spivey, courtesy of his own private jet and I sit, like a good cuckold husband, watching him banging my wife with a fornicating fury.
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The Power of Being A Hot Wife
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Daphne always knew her answer to wanting just what she wanted would be her hot looks. With her shapely, long legs and large, ample breasts, that would be her ticket to the financial freedom she desired. So what if her husband was only a toy and a ploy to get into the social circles she desired. He bought her the big house on the hill, the huge rooms, the expensive furniture and supplied her with a long list of credit cards with no limits and a lifestyle that would suit her just fine. He saw her many sides when they were dating, he knew she could be a ruthless bitch when she wanted to be, but he knew if he wanted to keep her, he would shut up and do whatever she said. He enjoyed having a hot wife like her, a trophy to sport around and show off to all of his predominant friends.
He worked long hours to keep her satisfied, after all, she wanted what he could give her, but not himself. He enjoyed their courting time, when she would coo into his ear and seduce him with her charms, but only when she saw fit to play nice, otherwise, she just asked for money and then had the driver take her to the shops on the most expensive streets. After the lavish wedding and the last guest had left the reception, Stan wondered where his new bride had gone, he looked around the ball room, checked the hallways, but no sign of her. He walked outside and heard sounds coming from the limo, still decorated with the “Just Married” sign and the pale blue streamers. He opened the back door to find his raven haired hot bride straddling the driver, riding his hard cock like he was a bronco she was trying to break. She stopped only long enough to order him behind the wheel, to turn the mirror so he wouldn’t miss one passion filled moment of her sexual interlude, and that is when he realized he was her cuckold husband and if he didn’t want to lose her, then he would obey.
Now, nearly three years after their wedding night, nothing has changed, he continues to work long hours to support her desires, and she continues to bring fuck partners home to flaunt in front of him. She has him service them both, to bring them drinks, and warm towels to clean them up once their orgasms have erupted. She forever humiliates him and degrades him in whatever manner she can come up with, whether that means sending pictures of herself with a lover, and of course Stan in the background watching to his law partners, or placing a personal ad in the local newspaper, with her name and picture, advertising for lovers, with notice that her cuckold husband will be forced into watching each sexual endeavor.
Sometimes she would just make him watch once the action started, but many times it would be more than that. He knew that every Friday night at 8pm, he was to be at the door, awaiting the arrival of her newest partner, to open the door for him, take his coat and direct him to the bedroom. There she would be sprawled across the plush bed, with her thigh high stockings, tight clinging lingerie and of course those deadly high heels of hers, looking like a vision with her raven colored hair curling and framing her delicate features.
She was beautiful, there was no doubt about it, and she held such a spell over him, it was almost an honor at times for him to service her whims. In the corner, next to the foot of the bed was an uncomfortable straight back chair, what she would call his cuckold perch, and that was the spot he had to be, to view every touch of fingers, the sliding of tongues, and of course the penetration of passion.
Tonight Daphne was feeling extremely dirty, and she wanted to humiliate Stan as much as she could,
just to drive her pleasure over the edge into a euphoria that none of them would ever forget. As her lover spread himself across the bed and began to suck on her hardened nipples she ordered Stan to remove his clothing, and as he quickly stripped she made it a point to degrade him for the small penis that he sported, ridiculing him in every way possible. As her passion grew so did the bitterness of her words, and then she gave him the ultimate command of stroking his worthless, cuckold cock while she would feel true sexual satisfaction. Taking his shrunken meat into his fingers he pulled and jerked to get the blood rushing and it did, his cock grew with the anticipation of trying to please Daphne. As her body was ravished by her lover and her long legs were placed over his shoulders, she turned to see that Stan did indeed have an erection. She plied him with pathetic commands, telling him of his worthlessness and it seemed the more she humiliated him, the harder he would get, yes, Stan had indeed become the perfect cuckold husband for her.
As her own orgasm was approaching she could tell that Stan was also close to shooting his submissive load across his belly, and she wasn’t about to let that happen, this was for her pleasure only, not his. She ordered him to stop jerking on his pitiful dick, and even though his rhythm stopped, the pained look across his face told her she was indeed torturing him. Her hips bounced with such force, as she and her lover exploded together in a mind blowing orgasm. With Stan’s erection still more than apparent, he’s now left with the task of being the cuckold clean up person, wiping the sweat and the cum from their bodies while he remains in agony.
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Chastity Device
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As a longstanding cuckold, utterly subservient to my wife’s whims and desires, I have accepted my role and have learned that it will be the way of our sex life forever. She uses me at her whim - I am completely under her strictest control and there is nothing I can do about it. Recently, she has been using this new toy on me she found at an adult store which only makes matters even more under her control. Obviously, she loves it. I am now under “chastity supervision”.
Now when I see her bring a man - or men - home with her to fuck in front of me and to carry on like a street whore, getting her sexual pleasure from strangers and guys from her (and, I hate admitting, from my) work, she grabs this new toy she found - a “Male Chastity Device” - into which she basically locks my cock. So I am now cut off from masturbating while watching her fuck other men. Jerking off used to be a release for me - a way of sharing the experience, I guess - and certainly a “bone”, so to speak, where I could get off too. This seems almost cruel the way in which I am now this much more under the control of my total slut wife.
Now, when she brings men home, I sit and watch them make out, watch her get to her knees to bring out their cocks and give the blowjobs she was always so resentful of giving me, it drives me nuts. She will see my pants rising with that ‘tentpole’ forming underneath the jeans and then go grab her chastity device. She will make me strip, a fairly compromising thing to do in front of her new lover, and stand before her, naked. Next, she will couple the clasps of the device around my cock with a snap, explaining what she’s doing to the guy. A few times they suggest other measures, too, caught up as they are in the humiliation of me along with the wife. Sometimes, I get tied up and doubled over, hogtied, and forced to face them, straining at my fetters and with a purely painful sensation as my cock fills with lust and gets itself trapped inside the device. It takes easy breathing and some forced relaxation to keep my cock from really, really hurting. I try and control my own feelings as I watch them fucking and carrying on and it is not easy at all.
Last night, I got myself all tied up into chastity belt when my hot wife brought home these two guys from the pub on some sexual impulse of hers. She had me go get drinks - which I did, of course - and then sit across from them as they began carrying on, making small talk with all sorts of sexual allusions. Then it began. One of the guys slipped his hand down her front with his arm around her and she let him. Watching, I was getting pretty infused with all the usual feelings and sensations I get when she surprises her guests by her serious flirtations in front of her husband - a mix of humilation and lust, I guess - when I saw her top slip down and a tit come out. One of the guys grabbed her tit and pawed at it and it was “on”. Soon she was topless, of course, and she got to her knees as they started taking off their clothing. She sat them both back down and began sucking them both off, going from one to the other, right in front of me. When she had them both as hard as rocks, she turned with both their cocks in her hands, stopped the proceedings and announced:
“Just a second. I want my husband to get ready.” and she told me to strip. I got out of my clothes and stood there. She grabbed her little chastity device, mentioning to the guys how I had been a “bad boy, just a useless sonofabitch” and that I was a miserable over. She mentioned she wanted me to watch as some real men fucked her like “a woman really needs.” But she also wanted me to suffer just a little more than usual. She snapped the chastity belt into place, trapping my cock.The guys watched, fascinated, and I could see it turned them on. Their cocks were throbbing hard, ready to fuck my wife senseless.
One of them said “Tie him up, Annette.” Oh, my, so she did. Bending me over at the weist, she hogtied me, looping the ropes underneath me and securing my wrists to the rope attached to my ankles as well. Then she turned me so I was watching them. Needless to say, I was helpless and it was painful, not only being tied but with the device, as well, seeing as how this was all turning me on like mad.
Well, they fucked for hours. In fact, they even called a friend over who laughed when they told him what was going on and who had himself a surprised and gay old time mouth-fucking my hot wife while the other guys filled her other holes. She was in some outer realm herself as she got herself incredibly fucked, kicking her legs up, sucking cock like a street whore who could not get enough and, finally, wearing their cum all over her hot face. She smiled up at them, gratefully as the man juice dripped opff her cheeks and chin. She slurped it up greedily and swallowed it all.
When the guys packed up and left, she went to the shower, leaving me exactly where I was for almost an hour. Finally, she had mercy and came back in, purring and singing some romantic song under her breath. She undid my restraints, praising me for my compliance and telling me I “was doing better” as a cuckold. I have to admit, it was quite some relief getting out of all that chastity devices she put me in and I must have jacked off for an hour and a half later, cumming nearly uncontrollably when I finally exploded. I “hit it” twice more before going to bed, too. That was one of the hottest nights ever.
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My Wife At The Club
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The beat was pounding in the dark, smoky light at the club as I watched my wife dance with her new acquaintance. A sort of Rave song was on, the beat all throbbing and techno, making me want to join them. But I knew better. This was her night and we had both agreed to play by the rules. Hey, those rules aren’t every one’s cup of tea, I know that, but there have been times when I was actually very happy about them. I don’t care what anyone thinks, I like my wife being happy - it’s sort of a “whatever it takes” philosophy, I guess. And sure, I may have this Inner Wimp that sort of craves all this.
She intertwined her hands behind his head as the beat intensified, surprising him as he looked over at me, briefly. My wife leaned in to his ear and yelled something, he laughed, placed his hand on her hip, cradling it, and they danced on. His hand rode around her back side, onto her ass, feeling her up as I watched, running up and down the crack of her gorgeous butt. I could see his attention was now totally on her, unrestricted. He then ran his hand up her front as he dragged his fingers around her breasts while dancing. He circled them a few times and she stayed there, sticking them out for him, in fact. Then he grabbed them both and held them. She was getting very, very wet, this I knew. Things were definitely going the way she wanted them. I watched them kiss, each leaning in, her tongue licking his lips wantonly now as they moved slower while the crowd around them bounced up and down wildly. His hand went back to her breasts, going smoothly from one to the other, raking across the front of her low cut neckline. His hand finally disappeared down her front and she looked over at me. I watched him cup her bare breast under the dress and I saw her breath intake suddenly as he grabbed her hard. He squeezed and she held my eyes while this was going on. This is what she wanted - for me to watch her getting taken in front of God and everybody. She loved being the slut while I sat and watched. This is our secret love life and I am a true cuckolded husband.
This dancing went on for only a short period because I could tell our train was ready to pull out. As I sat with my small dick as hard as a rock, I reflected on how we got to here. It was not a “long” journey at all. She said I did not please her sexually but she liked the relationship and would prefer to keep it but under the ‘current’ conditions. She always said later she was actually surprised I accepted it so readily, but the fact was, I actually enjoyed it. I enjoyed seeing her made into a slut and being used. I also liked seeing her use men the way only a woman can. The truth is, and maybe even more importantly, I also liked getting used.
As they came to the table, red faced and sweaty, his hand on her ass and her wiggling to his touch, she plopped down beside me, leaned in and whispered in my ear: “I want this one and he wants to come over. I’m going to blow him in the car, honey.”
With that, she turned back to him and smiled, saying, “Well, Don, are you ready to come over?”
When he smiled and nodded, we offered to drive, and he accepted. He did not live far from here, so we became his chauffeurs. And what a ride he got!
We got in the car, them in the back and me driving. As I started it up and began pulling out, her head was already out if sight. I could hear his zipper come down and then I heard her sigh, “Ohhhhh, my. God Don, your cock is beautiful! It really needs some good sucking. Do you mind?” I didn’t hear the reply but the progress was pretty obvious from the ensuing silence, broken now and then by her moans and the sounds of a cock getting sucked. She was always a loud cock sucker, loving the popping sound as it popped out of her mouth, like some lollipop. This accompanied us home for our short but intense drive.
We got home and I could hear her sigh of reluctance, combined with some fierce final sicks on him, then she sat up, her hair mussed up and her lipstick a but smeared. I love that look. Her top was completely down and her tits hung out incredibly sexy-like. They are big and gorgeous. Like I said, she was made to fuck. I let her gather herself and we made our way inside. His smile was non stop and I was not going to stop anything. As we got in, I mentioned I would go make drinks, which is my usual duty. Of course, they did not hear me and I could hear the familiar sound again of that zipper going down.
I took some time making drinks and, when I got back, he was fucking her doggy style. I set the drinks down then sat across from them, watching. “Undo your pants, dear, take them off,” she said between gasps, “I want Don to see how small your cock is. Oh! Oh, God! Oh!” she gasped as he fucked her harder.
Stripped now, my hard cock raging and throbbing, I watched as he began pile-driving her now. Then he did something remarkable. He pulled his cock out and looked at me. “Has she ever had it in her ass?” he asked me.
I blinked. It was something she had never wanted or had. “No.” I said.
“Good,” he answered as he knelt there over her laying on her all fours. “I’m fucking your ass, baby. Get ready.”
Her silence told me she would try it and she did. In fact, when he started, he barely penetrated and she began a mild protest. But he kept at it, inching his way inside. Her protests and her keening lessened as he got deeper until he was, literally, all the way inside her. I could then see she actually backed up into him, almost as if she wanted it. The fact is, she did want it and they fucked like mad people as I slammed my own hand up and down on myself, very near cumming. The room was white hot with sex all around us as I came in a huge rush, splashing cum all over myself and watching my gorgeous wife getting her ass, of all things, completely reamed out.
Finally, Don held his cock tight against her butt and let go - I could see his quivers and almost sense the rushing of cum jetting into her ass. It was amazingly hot and she was beside herself with sexed up passion and her own juices, I think she had cum 3-4 times by now. He finished, his cock plastered inside her ass. When he pulled out, she lay down straight, absolutely exhausted. She looked over at me, finally, sated and all fucked looking and said:
“Come here, Honey, and eat this nice man’s cum out of my asshole.” I was more than glad to do so.
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My Cuckold Experience
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I found your blog just recently and really enjoyed the stories you have, too bad you don’t have many of them so far, but I hope it’ll change. By the way, I joined one of the sites you recommend, very hot indeed.
Anyway, I though that it would be a good idea to share my story with you. After reading some stuff on the internet, I came to realize that I not only wouldn’t mind by I desire my wife being fucked by a stranger. I told my wife several times about my desire, we did some reading together on the subject and decided that we would give it a try at some point.
But I never expected it to happen so soon. One night she just brought this guy home, around 11 PM, after saying she was going out with the girls. I didn’t even know the guy and - it turns out - neither did she. She met him at a bar.
They came in as I was watching a sports show. She told me to turn it off and to go make drinks for them. Sighing, I went into the kitchen, made the drinks and brought them back out. Well, my wife’s blouse was off. I stared at her in disbelief as his hand ran up the front of her and cupped a tit in his hand, right in front of me. She looked at me with a hard look and thanked me for the drinks, then told me to sit down across from them.
“I want you to watch us fuck,” is all she said, “Stay right there and watch it all. Maybe you can learn how to fuck a woman.” With that she laughed, as did he and she turned and kissed him again, wrapped in his arms with her boob once again being mashed and her breath getting shallow. He was pawing on her and treated her a bit roughly by my standards but she seemed to really like it. I couldn’t believe I was sitting here watching her like this. But I never moved. There was also something very much a turn-on at the same time and some line had officially been crossed.
I sat uneasily as he removed the rest of her clothes. Naked, she got on her knees in front of him and began removing his clothes. When she got to his hard cock, I had to notice it was huge. She moaned audibly as she pulled it free and stared at it lovingly. She caressed it and rubbed it on the soft skin of her cheek, looking at me as she did. Then, right before my eyes, she opened her mouth and - still looking at me - she went down on him, sucking that huge dick into her mouth and then going up and down with his hands in her hair. She kept her eyes on me for a bit, sucking him. This was something she badly wanted me to watch and I could see it was turning her on, sucking him off in front of me.
Taking her lips off his cock, she looked at me and told me to jack off while they fucked. “Go on, jack off for us while you watch us fuck, dear,” were her words. I slipped off my shorts and began stroking myself. It was acrually very sexy somehow and I knew she liked watching me as well as having sex with him, so it felt OK. My small cock felt pretty liberated and was as hard as a rock anyway.
Both of them were naked and the guy’s cock towered over her face as she licked at his ball sack. She was getting pretty heated up and pistoning her head all up and down rapidly over his cock. He had mashed her face into his crotch and held her there as she had choked a few times. It was pretty hot as he did stuff to her I never had.
Finally, she got down in the floor at my feet, spread her legs, looked up at me and said: “I want you to beg Mark to fuck your hot wife. Do it now!” At that point I was so turned on that anything would go. I looked at the guy and said: “Please Mr, I really want you to fuck my wife“. He got put of his sofa spot and joined her there. They were so close I could smell them and hear every single small sound they made, right there in front of me. As he mounted her, I could hear her intake of breath as she nearly swallowed her tongue at the sheer sensatioon of that huge cock tearing up inside her. He sent it inside her in small increments, to her obvious ecstasy, and then he began fucking her harder. She went wild.
So there I was, jerking my own pud and watching this big fellow ravage my wife. The weirdness of the situation hit me as I stroked myself and yet, it sort of simply was what it was. It was hot, I’m telling you, watching my gorgeous and very previously-demure middle class wife getting fucked by this stranger in our own house - and right at my feet now!
The urgency climbed down there and in my hand, too, as the fucking increased in intensity. Her moans and gasps were stunningly hot to hear. He then turned her around and put her on all fours. I could see her face completely this way as he fucked her, as she looked up at me, taking this big log with a real fiecreness from behind and helplessly crying in ecstasy. She saw my cock spurting cum as I lost control and let it rip, some of it even hit her face, it spurted so far. God, this was hot. She sort of smiled at me - I think - then lowered her head, wagging it back and forth as he finished. She had cum at least 3 times I know of.
When he emptied himself inside her his body wracked, shaking and cumming up her hot cunt, and she had screamed from the sheer sensation of it. He stayed there, just draining himself and she was not even close to moving. She was milking this guy with her pussy and loving it. Finally, spent, he withdrew his cum riddled cock from behind her. She moaned as if in loss, then looked at me, pointedly.
“Did you enjoy honey?” she asked. “I hope you did, because tomorrow I’ll bring him back.” She then turned around and sucked at his dick again, milking more cum from it.
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Cuckold Stories: Forced Bisexuality
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My wife and I have had some amazingly hot times with other people involved. At first, it began simply enough. I had invited a friend over who I knew she liked and who had always commented on how hot she had become. (She truly blossomed after college, going from an attractive and thin girl to a full-breasted, luscious woman. It had caught me almost off-guard as I watched her bloom into the sort of sexy creature men always did a double take on walking down grocery aisles.). Frank had known us both in college. I admit, I had set it up in hopes that I would see her having it off with two guys. We both have this wanton quality that we have since explored deeply, as you will see later.
So we had later orgies together, among groups, a small swinger group we tired of later, owing to all the personality conflicts that developed. The fact is, I always enjoyed seeing her being used or pleasing other men. It made me crazy lusty. The best was when we hooked her up on our own, at some club, where she would invite a guy over and I would watch from the closet, or tape them in action. It fucking tripped me out - I would watch them and masturbate later, in private, always looking forward to the next time.
Things took what I guess was a natural turn when she got more assertive about our sexual ways. She had caught me jacking off to her fucking other guys. She had, in fact, stated she thought that was my favorite. When she mentioned she had always held back telling me certain things about our sex life, I knew then she was referring to not only my small cock, but also my tendency to cum so quickly. She then told me the way it would be when we wanted sex. She was cutting me out, but she wanted me nearby, watching. She had said it was my turn to be humiliated. Man, was she ever right.
She told me we were going out one night and I watched as she put on her sexiest outfit. I knew she had decided she was going to prowl and bring some stud home to fuck in front of me. The thought of it made me as hard as usual. She looked down and saw my hard on and laughed. “Tonight I want something special”, she said. “And if I don’t get it, I’ll make you pay.”
“What?” I asked. But she stayed silent. I had this very ominous feeling I would sure find out. It made me nervous but excited at the same time.
Well, things went swimmingly at the club and she found herself a visiting professional soccer player, an English guy who was very taken by her gorgeous body, rubbed all over him. On the way out, I could see her talking to him, whispering in his ear and he smiled back, nodding. Her hand was on his dick as they walked.
I drove on the way home and they began making out in the back seat. I watched in the rear view mirror as his hands went all under her dress top and as she bent her head down, out of the picture. I could see the top of her head going up and down and not much more.
We arrived at the house and her head rose out of his lap, her lipstick smeared and her hair somewhat disheveled. It was times like this I thought she was a goddess. My cock was about to burst.
Ordered into the kitchen to make drinks, I took my time. By the time I came back, they were both stripped naked with her on her knees in front of this extremely well-built Brit, sucking away on his huge cock. As I placed the drinks down on the end table, she paused and looked up at me. “Come here, Honey,” she purred, her breasts heaving and looking stunningly gorgeous. Her hand was at her pussy, toying slowly as I knelt down with her, grabbing a tit like I thought she wanted. It felt terrific.
But she grabbed my hand at her breast, stopping me in my tracks and looked directly at me. “I want you to suck his cock with me, dear. I want to see him in your mouth.”
Wow, I was almost knocked over by this. I had never done that. I prided myself on at least enough virility to consider myself straight. The thought of it was suddenly stunning and I faced a huge dilemma. She really DID want this. In fact, there were repercussions if I did not.
She put her hand on the back of my head before I could say anything and forced me down on this huge dick now at my face. I had no choice but to open my mouth and take it in. My mouth widened and I experienced what it felt like to suck a cock - and this time a huge one. It was all I could do to take it in, it was so wide. It felt like some blunt fist in there but I opened wider, allowing more of him inside. She was talking to me, encouraging me to “Suck like a good whore.” She pressed harder now, forcing his cock deeper down my throat. I was gagging now, but she pushed as hard as she could, forcing it down me.
His cock was incredibly warm - no, hot - as it filled my entire mouth and throat. I found it hard to breathe and I panicked a bit as my bile rose and this gargantuan prick settled into fucking my face. She was getting wild, fingering her pussy rapidly and having fun moving my head around this huge dick. Suddenly, she pulled me off and held my face looking at her. “Jesus, you suck as good as I do. Admit it, you like it as much as I do, don’t you, you fucking whore?”
I nodded my head, unable to speak. The truth was, it wasn’t that bad. She immediately went down on him again herself, wildly sucking away as he grunted like some happy animal, making. guttural sounds of lust, happy for the attention. She pulled back again, pushing me back on it, making me suck for a bit more until she had had enough and was ready for her fucking.
She told me to go sit and watch now as he began fucking her. Her face was a totally contorted mess of hot lust, her eyes looking to the ceiling with her man fucking her from behind and pulling her hair back, her face now to the ceiling. As he came deep inside her, she looked at me, having cum herself, her bedroom eyes half-closed in ecstasy as her Brit emptied his dick in her hot pussy.
“This is what I want, baby, from now on. I need to see you suck my men for me. Next time, I might have someone fuck your ass. It’s the only real sexy part of you, anyway. Lick my pussy now and give me a mouthfull of his cum.”
I did.
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Cuckold Stories: Hot Wife Surprise
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What began innocently enough has now taken on a life of its own. I role played with my wife often back when we first got together. We did everything, from masks and blindfolds, to ropes and a few little chains. As time went on, we had the standard problems with boredom, I guess you could say, and we went a bit farther - this time with other people. Where we began with one of her friends joining us in some gloriously sexy times, it moved to a man joining us as well - tit for tat, as it were. That was pretty fucking hot too, I admit.
Now we arrive entirely out of the envelope with sometimes more than one man taking her on - whether I am here or not. In fact, to show how out of control it really has gotten, she demands now that I watch her fuck other guys. This has led to some seriously humiliating stuff for me. To be honest, there is something incredibly satisfying about getting ordered around and having to bear with watching her get ravished by many other men, and sometimes NOT one at a time.
That night, I had no ideas she had another of these scenarios in kind. I came home from work, took a 
shower, went into the bedroom of what I thought was an empty house and there she was, on her knees at the foot of the bed, sucking some guy off right in our bedroom (The guy turned out to be her colleague). Now, for sheer job security, she may be a genius. He sure did not seem to mind. In fact, he looked over at me as I strolled in and smiled away. She was making him feel pretty good, this much was obvious as hell.
Well, she sees me too and looks up at me, his dick in her hand moving slowly back and forth.
“Hi, Honey.” she says. “Listen, I’m going to fuck Charles for a while. His cock tastes so good, we may have him spend the night if I can persuade him to” With that, she smiled up at him, got a grunt, and got back onto his cock, sucking the entire shaft deep into her throat and holding it there. Charles moaned in pleasure. She then pulled herself off his dick with an audible “pop”. She said “Sit over there, dear. I want you to see how a real man fucks your wife. Charles has been doing me at work for a while now. I know all his hot buttons by now, so this will be a good fuck to watch. Go on, sit right there,” and she sucked some more, this time removing her top while she worked.
I moved to the chair indicated and sat, watching this bizarre but fascinating scene unfold. Yes, I felt totally humiliated and yet I enjoyed every second of it. Watching her be a total slut has become regular enough that I have coped with the worst already. Of course, they let me jack off, so I have some say in my own juices. Once, the guys let me cum in her mouth with them, just to get her well-covered in cum. That was fucking hot.
So I’ve got my hard little dick in my hand while my wife stands up and takes everything off. Charles undoes his own clothes and I watch as these two naked people - one of whom is my wife - crawl onto the bed. My wife is begging to be fucked now, saying naughty things to her lover, imploring him to “fuck the shit out of me like a real man does”. Charles seems up to the challenge as she gets on all fours and he climbs up behind her. He rubs his dick along her snatch then slide his tool inside in a big push. She gasps audibly. Charles has a huge cock. He rips into her with some serious abandon now, obviously very charged up by her blow job earlier and made even hornier by her words of lust. He looks at me wanking myself and smiles at me.
“Don’t you wish she wanted you like this?” he smirks. He really starts laying it to her now and she is a writhing mess, taking all that cock and backing up into him for more. Charles fucks her very hard like this for a while. I sit and listen to them grunting like pigs rutting in a corral, then find myself cumming early, once again, spurting it all over myself and making my hand glisten from the juice. “Jesus, man,” says Charles, “Not only your little pecker is waaay too small, but you can’t even it.” I nod back in shame, knowing he is totally correct.
Charles turns her around now, on her side, facing me. He fucks her from behind still but now she is looking right at me. Watching her face, I see her total lust and her hunger. It’s palpable, she wants this so bad it is so obvious. Her eyes linger on me as she takes his pounding. It seems to make her even hornier, if that’s possible. “Oh, Charles, that feels soooooooo good, Honey,” she purrs. “I’ll fuck your friend on Monday like you wanted, I promise. Just keep that big dick inside me, baby.”
Suddenly, they both clinch and he erupts inside her. They cum simultaneously, both grabbing for the other in a display of absolute heat. Her legs shake, she is cumming so hard. His grunts say the same about him, as he presses inward, jamming himself to the hilt and emptying his load in her pussy. They cum and then relax in time. They stay clinched closely like that as my wife looks up at me with her big, sated eyes.
“Honey, he is so good. I want him to stay the night. You can sleep on the sofa tonight. Charles is a wonderful fuck. Charles, baby, are you hungry?” – she asks him. He nods. “Honey, why don’t you go to the kitchen and make me and Charles dinner as a thank you for properly fucking your wife”.
With these words I put my pants on and went to the kitchen.
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