Daniel’s Dick
Natalie and I hadn’t tried the cuckold scene before even though we’d talked about it. I knew that she was nervous and I certainly was. What if, despite what she said about being ready to run a cuckold, she was disgusted with me afterwards and kicked me out? What if the thing was just too explosive for her and after one go we turned to an emotional freezer- with no sex whatsoever? Anything might happen- I knew that. But as we got to know the new guy at my work place, Daniel, my lovely brunette wife seemed ready to go for it. He was so suave, so arrogant and it turned her on. She wanted me to ask him to fuck her. I pleaded no. We should start with a stranger and a white guy- someone that we could see this as a one off adventure with. But she wanted Daniel. She wanted black dick, superior dick, the prick of a guy who believed that he could take any woman that he wanted and keep her there- on the strength of his manly attractions.
So I decided that we had to try. I had to see whether I could cope with seeing her go to pieces on Daniel’s dick. She had to see what terrible comparisons might be made after he had serviced her. We were going to the pub, with Daniel and Natalie asked me what I thought Daniel would like to see her wear? I knew- he had remarked on her look once before. So she squeezed into the leather hot pants and the Victorian lace up boots, the tight bound, oh so disciplined bitch look. She was putting herself on a plate for him and I guessed that the whole pub would know that. Every leery onlooker would guess that Daniel was taking her home to fuck. I fixed the string of pearls around her throat, slipped the extravagant rings on her fingers that he had once noted, and squirted on the perfume around her cleavage that he liked. Then I quivering with anxiety, and Natalie with excitement, went to the pub. She said as we walked to the pub door, ‘this is your last chance…once Daniel is fucking me I won’t give him up?’ and I nodded, ‘understood’ I said.
I remember we sat in a secluded alcove and beneath the table Daniel put his hand on her thigh. It was as if he guessed that he was on this afternoon. Natalie told me to ‘run along and play pool- you always want to’ and I did as I was told. I didn’t want to, I’m crap at pool as I am in bed according to my wife, but that was where I was sent. I heard Daniel ask whether she could make me ‘disappear like that anytime’ and she smiled and said yes. She said that he could too, he had only to order something and I would do it. He wanted to try that out and made me fetch drinks for them both which he accepted without any thanks. Presumably I wasn’t worth the effort. The girl who I was playing pool with, rotund but worldly wise said, ‘he’s fucking your wife right?’ and I nodded. She replied, ‘I can see why she prefers him…no offence mate.’
The petting and the flirting lasted around half an hour, enough time to lose all my matches against Miss Rotunda. I paid her the winnings and then followed my wife and her lover out. I drove the car home with them petting freely in the back. The hardest thing was seeing her in the rear view mirror snog open mouthed with him. Natalie told me to concentrate on the driving and I apologised. They had decided she told me to have me come up to the bedroom, because Daniel wanted to establish his supremacy. She had though begged him to have me blindfolded once I had seen the sheer girth of his cock. He was longer than me for sure, but it was the thickness of his snake that did my head in. I could see how what emerged from his jeans could fit inside Natalie’s cunt.
A silk scarf was found and Natalie wrapped around my head, so I could see nothing. She wanted this little bit of privacy the first time. The scarf though had an amazing effect. I’d heard that people who went suddenly blind, quickly appreciated their other senses- that they attuned to other things bloody fast and that was true for me. I remember I sat at the foot of the bed, sensing thwe warmth of the sun on my face from the window and feeling the bed jiggle as Daniel took down her hot pants and then her thong. The leather material landed against my head as it was tossed aside and then there was the sound of kissing. You can hear people kiss. You can hear all the little moans and the whimpers as their lips lock together and presumably Daniel’s fingers descended to her sex. I remember waiting to hear the drawer go. The drawer where we kept the sheaths for this moment. We had always said that we would sheaths- but there was no sound of an opening drawer. Instead, a little later I heard Daniel say that he was going to ride her bareback- there was no other babe in his life and this would be exclusive. I heard her whisper meekly ‘yes…of course’.
There is a squelch sound when a cock enters cunny- at least when it enters a wet cunny. By the time that I heard that sound, there was ample time to have got Natalie that way. You could feel her wriggle and writhe, making the bed shift as he pushed her legs apart and tongue her cunt, pushed his fingers inside and up to her G spot. Little moans, sudden gasps and even ‘oh darling’ squashed me then. Hearing the squelch sound as he plugged into her, destroyed me. It caused my wife to scream. It was the sort of deep, needful, almost primordial scream that indicated utter pleasure. It was an instinctive scream and I understood why. The bastard was stretching her, brutally stretching her cunt and wrecking her for me.
Beds bounce, the shift and move in four or five ways that you can feel through the back of your head if you sit against them on the floor. Now every sound and every movement was accompanied by an intoxicating aroma. It was the raw, sinuous, thrusting smell of sex. Each time that he pulled back from the deep thrusts, it must have allowed her perfume to explode outwards. I could smell heat, and saltiness- I don’t know how. Perhaps it’s an association in your head kind of thing. I only knew that I didn’t need to see her legs up over his burley shoulders, curling and squirming with the lusty pleasure. I could picture them there- all courtesy of the perfume in the room!
Daniel was used to riding harder and longer than Natalie. That first time she begged him to come with her just a few minutes into the copulation. He didn’t. The bastard brought her off on his stiff member, wriggling and gasping with the force of her climax and then when she had caught breath again, started to work her up relentlessly again. I could hear my wife’s breath catch, hear her panting for breath and swearing how big and handsome he was. She had always wanted him it seemed. ‘Good babe…that’s fine..we’ll get your pansy boy up to sniff your cunt once I’ve seeded you’ Daniel said in a growl.
Dirty ideas work on women too. I heard Natalie gulp for air and beg him to come inside her and this time he did do that. I felt the bed jolt again and again- and in concert the screams of my wife as she took his spunk. Daniel gasped this time- a deep gravelly gasp. I knew what it meant and then I heard Natalie, ‘oh darling, darling’ as they shuddered together.
Silence…and stillness. How long did that last? Perhaps a minute. Perhaps a bit more. Then though I sensed him pulling out of her and I was dragged up by my ear and directed to the honey pot. You could smell Natalie’s arousal long before my mouth met her sex. She exuded heat and excitement. When her thigh brushed my ear I could feel the skin still quivering from the force of their sex. Then my wife pulled my mouth onto her sex and I tasted the thick, repugnant gloopy mess that trickled out of her slit. Don’t mistake this- even if you learn to like licking out cream pie, the first time I swear, it is always repugnant. It’s about knowing what it is and why it is there. It’s the terrible realisation that it’s not yours and she prefers it that way. The rush of thoughts counter act any tide of arousal that you might be feeling. You gag and gulp and then, Natalie said, ‘lick me out.’
I licked and at first she laughed. I thought she was sneering at me, but later she said that Daniel was making a gesture with his thumb, indicating my position beneath hers. She laughed too because if you lick a wet and recently exercised cunny it tickles. It takes a moment or two for the arousal to recharge. When it did, I felt her nails dig into my scalp and wedge my mouth on her sex as she gasped, ‘go on damn you…fucking hell, lick it up you pathetic little bastard.’ Blindfolded, I couldn’t believe Natalie had said that. But she did. It was her voice- a voice that was changed now.
John
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I am a 25 year old white boy engaged to a 37 year old Iraqi BBW with huge tits
I am a 25 year old white boy engaged to a 37 year old Iraqi BBW with huge tits, and a big ‘ol phat ass! She used to be a street prostitute in Iraq years ago, and continuously told me how much she loved to have sex with the American soldiers. She has always talked about the gangbangs she used to have with the military men, and how they all took video and pics of their “sessions”. She always fucked me so good when she brought up these memories that I knew she missed those days. One day while watching tv we saw an advertisement for an airshow at the local base and we decided to go check it out. Well my fiance (Sayeeda) got dressed (if you want to call it that) in the sluttiest outfit she owned! In fact I had never seen it before! I was suprised in both good and bad ways, but gladly went along with it! When we got to the airshow that day she flirted with every man in uiform she came across, which was EVERYONE! She asked soldiers for cigarette after cigarette and light after light putting her far arab titties in their faces. Some guys were completely turned off by her aggressive sluttiness if you will, but a lot were feeding into her also. Begging her to flash her tits (which she gladly obliged to), grabbing her ass and even kissing her in front of me. I got so upset by her behavior that I went back to the car planning to leave her there. I made it back to the car after a 20 minute walk, and I decided to turn around to go get her. I reached in my pocket to call her and realized I had three text messages. They were all pictures of Sayeeda in what appeared to be and later confirmed a port-a-potty sucking a huge black dick! She never picked up my calls or answered my texts. I went home later that night alone crying and lonely. I logged on to Facebook to see if she had been on, and she had posted a video of her with 8 black and 1 white military men in uniform, and she had tagged me in it so all of my 450 friends could see. We haven’t interracted much since then, and we haven’t slept together either. Most of our interraction now is her asking for my credit card to buy slutty clothes, cigarettes, food, and liquor all in attempts to fuck other men. I am astounded at my feelings toward this. I love my Arabic hooker fiance, and can’t wait to marry her and spend the rest of my life as an American bitchboy who could never make it in the service like all the men MY wife sucks and fucks regularly!
Going public
Going public
Thanks Cuckold Stories Blog for posting my last message, which I hope has helped some hotwives to manage matters more enjoyably. I have given some thought to another matter once you have cucked your husband and that concerns going public. There’s nothing so restrictive as keeping all the fun indoors and once you are getting the best it’s natural to want to brag about it. But going public requires a little thought, if you are then to make elite sex your lifestyle. I’ve been going with Wes for just over a year now and my husband Edward is pretty well behaved about matters. I’ve talked to a few friends such as Trudy (see my last post), about how to handle things like cunnlingus. I think that a girl needs to anticipate arrangements, with regard to her cucked husband, with regard to her own impact when you go public. Wes was always relaxed about it. I suppose it confirmed his sex appeal, all the stereotypes about the pulling power of black guys.
Let me start though with Edward, my pliable husband. As I said in my last post, it’s always possible to get a guy ready for public humiliation by making that a challenge to be managed in return for sweet rewards. That was what I did. I got the guy hooked on pussy licking and demanded it morning, night and day. I’m sure that Edward was intoxicated! Then though it was time to pull the leash. Wes and I were fed up with driving out to distant pubs. So I started to deny Edward his licks and you could see all the panicky speculations begin to build inside him. What if I was about to dump him? What if I was so disgusted with his behaviour that I was excluding him from any physical contact? The temptation is to dictate your strategy then, to set out your demands, but that’s not the best way! Whilst he is in withdrawal and wrong footed, you keep schtum. Eventually he asked, with a pleading expression on his face, ‘what’s wrong- what aren’t I doing right, why don’t you ride tongue anymore?’ Well, I didn’t say at first, but when he pleaded again I admitted that I was fed up with the sneaking around. Wes was the man of my dreams and if Edward accepted that, then we should see whether others could too?
I remember that we spent a few sessions, me (quite unusually) playing with Edward’s member, encouraging him to talk about who he would tell that he was a cuckold and liked the lifestyle. The more I cock teased him, the bolder were his thoughts. There were some of our close friends, of course, and then most significant of all, some of his golf buddies. Telling male mates that your wife thinks that you’re not good enough is a massive hill to climb for a husband, but its key to a more open arrangement too. There’s nothing more horny than being near other blokes when they know that you’ve cucked your husband. They’re probably wondering just what a bitch you are- it sets up a wonderful frisson. Of course when they meet your alpha male, the reasons why you made your choice are probably obvious- but their furtive little imaginations still work overtime.
Edward shortlisted 6-7 people that he would tell and he rehearsed accounts of why. I didn’t really want any of those explanations, it seemed better that he fess up that I wanted better. But the chosen account helped Edward make his transition. He decided that he had an erectile dysfunction, to do with low grade but long present diabetes that he didn’t have but which was in the family somewhere. ‘Just as long as they understand that Wes does the fucking’ I said coldly.
Those accounts (if used) are important because they affect how you are perceived. In this instance, I was seen as a lusty lady who needed something that Edward could never give me. The response was more sympathetic as a result- although we needed to make clear that the erectile dysfunction was permanent and Edward was thankful to Wes for servicing me. They reduced some of my ‘bitch image’, and that watered down some of my enjoyment, but it also kept us more friends.
It may surprise you that in a modern and more permissive world that I should need to mention the keeping of friends. But its true- when you come out, you will lose some and gain others. Other wives might worry that you’re a cougar with a veracious appetite that will steal their husbands. Blokes will be fascinated for sure, but then fearful that if they flirt with you, that you might smack them down hard. After all, they weren’t Wes, and you are now the discerning woman! So you go into this (if you’ve any sense) thinking about possible consequences. If you live in a very conservative neighbourhood, it could be time to move. You might need to build up the alternative community before you lose some of the old one.
Before we came out then we nurtured a few associations. I invited Trudy, her lover and Robin her cuck husband over to dinner and after a nice meal and a lot of wine, Trudy and I were emboldened enough to take tongue from our cucks, whilst the men folk shared a beer and admired our control. It was a ground breaking evening I suppose, for Edward and Robin as they tongued, and even more so when I told Robin to lick my cunt and sent Edward to attend to Trudy. The buzz that gave our boyfriends was immense, watching the cucks lapping away and the pair of us getting hotter and hornier by the minute. When we then fucked with the alpha males on the thick pile rug in front of an open fire, grinding and thrusting in what turned out to be a very practised and exciting session, the climaxes were major! Edward and Robin had been cased up in Perspex so that they couldn’t get an erection and afterwards they said that was the hottest thing- their balls ached like crazy.
The six of us started to go out to the pub together, the clubs and the restaurants. It was great because you enjoyed the arrangement publically, sprinkling little hints of what some of us girls got and helping the cucks to develop ways of showing their subservience to us and our lovers in ways that didn’t cause a riot. You have to handle this well, I suppose like gay people did in the past. You can’t be outrageously in other people’s faces in less liberal surroundings.
I remember that at one club, two rather drunk young ladies quickly guessed that we were hotwives with our cucks and studs on show. Perhaps they wanted this sort of action? They were certainly jealous and tried a few times to tempt our boyfriends. When Wes and his mate were having none of that, they got snotty and bleated about what spoilt little tramps Trudy and I were. Wes had the perfect response though. He told them to shut the fuck up until such time as they had climbed out of the gutter and had the nous and the looks to rule one man and interest a red blooded male. It was a terrible put down!
Other girls are sincerely curious about how you live- managing two relationships. The most common questions are, ‘why don’t you just leave your husband?’ and ‘don’t you ever have any doubts?’ I explain that I’ve spent time being honest with myself and I want to control a man as much as I want to submit to another. I’m a bit political too, I think women should be able to choose the best and that goes on to breeding too. Competition drives so much and women arbitrate on who has won! Sincerely, I no longer have any doubts.
Penny