It was only after the fifth conversation with my husband Colin about me getting pregnant that we asked Mark to join us at this country pub for lunch. I had been cuckolding Colin with the same man for nearly five years, and i desperately wanted Mark’s child. I was thirty so the clock was ticking, but it seemed timely too given that i had achieved complete compliance in my husband. Each year I holidayed with Mark for a fortnight and always spent New Year’s Eve with him. My immediate girlfriends knew that Mark was the man of the house. It was time for Colin to ask Mark to put me in the club, to assure him that he would raise the little one, and to confirm that there would be no financial entanglements.

I decided to wear a very tight pair of denim jeans with Italian high heeled leather boots over the top- it was very vamp. As we drove out into the country, I made Colin rehearse the reasons that he would give. First off Mark was a superior physical specimen, and so why wouldn’t i want him to sire any offspring. Second, Mark was exceptionally bright and intelligent, again it was better that he and i shared the genes. Third, he felt that he just wasn’t equipped to do the job! By then I had been training him for a little while on cunnilingus and I’d tested to see whether he produced thick and gloopy spunk. He didn’t- it was practically water. As I comment elsewhere, the addiction to fanny licking seemed to have a suppresant effect-he was probably spermless by now.

At first Mark was cautious- there are some possible traps associated with this sort of thing. Colin though produced his letter confirming his request and the offer of complete free hand terms. Mark wanted an independent witness to see Colin sign that and as it happened a friend of mine called Gina was drinking there too. She giggled and said hot hot this all was, and Colin signed the paper, passing it to Gina to sign as a witness. After Mark had put the paper in his jacket, I suggested that we walk down to the river at the bottom of the pub garden. Mark followed with me, his hand on my bottom and Colin walked behind. I took out my contraceptive pills from my handbag and handed them to Colin in front of my boyfriend. Mark sat on a bench and I then on his lap and we watched as one by one my husband discarded the pills into the water. It was quiet and discrete down there, so Mark pushed his fingers inside the zip fly of my jeans. He fingered my sex and i snogged with him whilst Colin did his duties. Mark was very eager, very randy about it all and I had to warn that it might take a month or two because of my monthly cycle needing to establish. But he was so generous with the sticky hot stuff I knew that I would easily conceive.

Colin was sent to buy another round of drinks and Mark and i talked practicalities. I knew this broad minded midwife who would sort out the home birth. I suggested that throughtout our little one should know who his or her propper daddy was and that Colin would be treated as the Mrs Doubtfire. Mark was pleased by that and Colin confirmed that he accepted the same after he handed over the lagers. Colin can look a bit of a gooseberry sometimes, so then I sent him to play ‘pooh sticks’ on the bridge, I would call for him when it was time to drive us home. Mark said when he’d gone, ‘you really are the hottest little bitch…I love the way you control him.’ I kissed him eagerly, ‘good’ I said with a smile.

It was perhaps symbolic, but I asked Mark immediately back to our house and ordered Colin to drive us there. His car could be brought back by Gina. ‘Why don’t I film the horny event!’ she suggested, guessing what we were about to do. Mark liked the idea, so I said yes,she could follow us back to the cottage. Colin was a bit embarrassed, but I slapped his face smartly for him and reminded him that Gina had known for months that Mark was fucking me. He had to stop being a prude!

Cottages don’t have big windows, but the master bedroom is south facing and well lit, so there was enough light for Gina to use the camcorder to good effect. She was really enjoying the thing as well. ‘Get your weeny dick out Colin and show it to the camera!’ she chirped. I gave my husband this look that said do as my girlfriend says and he produced his modest little tool. It wasn’t caged today, but even so it wasn’t very impressive. Gina wanted words as well as images so she asked Colin, ‘so is it right that you’re going to put Mark’s dick into Annette’s sex, even though she’s now off the pill?’ Colin nodded. Gina responded, ‘ I didn’t hear you!’ and he acknowledged, ‘yes…I am’. My friend could have been a film director- she was VERY good at this! Mark and I started to pet, his hand running over my bottom, my breasts and then my cunt just as soon as I had discarded the jeans and boots.

‘So talk me through it,’ Gina said, once Colin had been brought over to press nice little kisses on my pubes, ‘just how ashamed are you that you need to ask another man to get your wife up the duff?’ Colin’s answer was ‘very’. ‘Is it that you can’t manage it or something, is this medical- that would be a lame excuse’ Gina pursued- it was a relentless assault on Colin’s manhood. ‘No…no, not exactly…’ and then after a moment as he swallowed his honour, ‘its just that Mark fucks her best, she’s too good for me.’ It was at that point that Gina zoomed in on Mark’s handsome erection. The girl had been to film school, I’m sure of it.

‘Hold it nicely’ Gina ordered as I lay back on the bed, my legs ready to hook up over Mark’s burly shoulders. Colin took hold of Mark’s prick, reverently. It was circumcised and looked massive in his hand. ‘I want this done very slowly’ Gina insisted. Colin was ordered to pull open my sex lips, to lick them one more time, and then to address the thick crown of my lover into the caress of them. You could actually see Mark’s cock trembling with excitement. The close up shots were very revealing. ‘In it goes then…’ Gina said, glancing toward Mark as a suggestion that it was time to thrust. Gina added, ‘you’re right Colin, why wouldn’t she want a seed spreader like that rather than your micro model.’

As well established lovers Mark and I usually fuck slowly, casually. This time though the idea of what was happening overtook him and his thrusts were urgent. I couldn’t resist either and started to beg him to empty his balls inside me! It was a rough and gasping fuck- the way he drove into me, making my tits shake like blancmonge. ‘You’ve done it now haven’t you Colin’ said Gina, filming my husband with his head bowed, ‘Annette is taking spunk and will take lots more until she gets what she wants. Its inevitable and the world will know that you were no good to her.’ Commentary like that has an electric effect! I orgasmed loud and hard and Mark just grunted gruffly with each thrust of his cock. I could feel it delivering its load, and feel my cunny lips tensing so that not a drop would be lost after he withdrew. ‘You bitch…you bitch’ he groaned as he serviced me and i opened my mouth to him. ‘I just need your cum….I’ve always craved your cum and that wretch knows it’ I said, gesturing towards Colin.

When Mark withdrew my sex was awash with spunk- its an abiding image on the film. Colin looked devastated. part of him wanted to lick me out as usual and the rest of him knew that this wasn’t allowed any more. Every last wriggling sperm needed to be competing inside me, swimming eagerly up to find the first egg that i let free. ‘How was it for you?’ Gina asked, panning back and forth between my cream pie cunt and Colin’s face. My husband managed, ‘beautiful- Annette is always so beautiful with him.’

Annette

Guys become a cuckold via different routes and I think that this matters when you learn your new role. If you want this lifestyle then you might have spent months or more on persuading your wife to get on with it and enjoy herself. If you fall into the position, because your wife has been fucking around, then that’s different. It’s often a rescue operation and you salvage whatever you can have. In the second case, my case, she has all the power from the outset and you’re scrabbling around for crumbs. The key question is then, what do you bring to the situation that makes it worth her while keeping you on, perhaps when she has already decided that you’re a loser?
Marie is what people these days call a cougar. She’s forty, has her own business and is financially independent of me, and retains the sort of looks that a 30 year woman would die for. I have never been able to keep up with her, the drive and the motivation, the self assurance and poise. So I shouldn’t have been surprised to learn last autumn that a younger and very successful man was fucking her. Ben is taller than me; a gym fit specimen. I learned my fate one weekend when I was up in the loft reading some old papers and my wife must have thought I’d gone out. It was a quiet reverie moment, until through the crack in the loft hatch I saw Marie come into the bedroom with her bloke. His shoulders looked huge from up there and soon my wife’s pretty arms were draped over them. He pushed his hand inside the crotch of her jeans, and said huskily to her, ‘I’m going to fuck you bloody hard’ to which she mewed, ‘you always take what you want don’t you.’ It was strange to hear Marie talking so kittenish and even stranger then to see Ben direct her down onto his cock which was sticking hard and statuesque out from his chinos. She worshipped his manhood, licking and sucking it like a little whore, and to my horror, he casually ejaculated into her mouth and she swallowed it all down. Her full lips were smeared with spunk. You cannot know how devastating something like that is. To know that when you kiss your wife ever after, you know that she has been sucking the cock of someone else she prefers.
Marie’s jeans were roughly removed and she leaned forward against the dresser so that Ben could pump into her cunt from behind. Her cunny was shaven save for a triangle of wispy hair pointing down to her clitoris. Unremarkable you may say until I tell you that I hadn’t seen her sex in three months. We’d been sleeping apart because of her hectic work schedule and (I then suspected) that she might be starting the change in life. Well, there was no change indicated here. Marie fucked as she lived, full on and hard. She took his thick prick, full shaft and vigorously. Ben’s big hands gripped her hips and pulled her sex back and forth along the length of his shiny member. It was relentless pounding sex. He made Marie gasp and scream and the sound of their bodies slapping together, amidst the lusty grunts and groans will haunt me forever. ‘You fucking hot little bitch’ Ben exclaimed when at last he was nearing his climax. ‘I’m your hot bitch’ she replied and a tingle went down my spine. That was humiliating.
They climaxed together, grinding and writhing in the clinch. Marie’s neck was puce red with the excitement of it, her face glowing with perspiration from the deep, hard fuck. He must have shot a load up her because when he pulled his still throbbing member out, spunk splashed onto her jeans below, trailing from her slit. Things raced through my mind. When I took her to the theatre and she had been late, her cunt was probably full of his spunk. That morning she came home after sleeping over at a ‘friends’ was probably one when her sex was awash with his jizz. I thought, ‘shit, you’ve lost already’. Watching her snog with him tenderly afterwards was a watershed. I thought, don’t fight that, don’t try and beat him. Think of something different so that she can have the best life ever-‘cake and eat it’ was what I called it.
If any of you guys reading this have been cuckolded this way- the chief thing to say is that you shouldn’t confront your wife. That way only leads to big solicitor fees and the divorce court. Instead, play the long game and suppress your gnawing anxiety that mean time she could dump you. Be attentive, be generous and be broad minded. Encourage her to enjoy girl’s nights out, remark in a bohemian way on affairs and such like that hit the news. When one Hollywood starlet was in the news for fucking around with some tycoon I remarked, ‘its bloody stupid to pretend that powerful women don’t have powerful appetites. What’s with the husband, just accept it, she fucks as she pleases’. I could see that Marie was interested, that she approved my attitude. It suggested complete compliance should she announce that Ben was fucking her- even though right then she wasn’t ready to spill the beans.
We had other conversations, seemingly incidental ones. Don’t steer the discussion too much that way, don’t be heavy handed. Once, some weeks later when we had been down town I bought her another Cartier watch. OK she already had four, but what the hell, they were so chic on her wrist and made her feel spoilt which was what I wanted. We went to a wine bar afterwards and she told me that a 22 year old married girlfriend of hers had taken a lover behind her husband’s back. I knew the girl and it could have been true- she was stunning. So I said that I wasn’t especially surprised, and then asked, ‘is she going to have his kids?’ Marie thought that likely, once the husband had accommodated the idea. She was really excited- you could see it in her eyes as she spoke. OK Marie said that going ‘that far’ was not something most wives did, but it was sexy that women these days were calling the shots. It was the submission to female control that gave her a thrill. When we got back and for the first time in months, she said that she felt dirty about me. She loved the gift and wanted me to lick her out- nothing more. I dutifully complied. As she straddled my mouth and lowered her sex onto my face, I licked delicately and effectively- sucking her clitoris.
If you’re in a situation similar to my own you’d better be ready for that moment. Consider, you want her to love this as its some sort of sex for you. OK it’s not a good hard cocking role, but beggars cannot be choosers. But it’s difficult too because you’re about to lap at a cunny that has been taking a bigger cock. You probably guess that she’s fantasizing about him as you lick her out. She will tell him that she now makes you obey and come to cunny- as a supplicant. Her cunny is your bloody altar! You’ve read the selfish gene or some such so you know the consequences. He will feel exultant about this and fuck her all the harder. She becomes queen- you are her subject and she submits only to the alpha male in her life.
It was a shock to lick Marie’s cunt. First off, I quickly realised how loose and well exercised she was. If I was allowed to put my willy in there, she probably wouldn’t even notice it. Her hole gapes more and as you lap away and she starts to writhe, her juices squirt out of her crevasse freely. She soaked my nose and my mouth with her slimy, glistening exudates. What you don’t anticipate is the intoxication. Marie was ‘on’ for Ben, exuding a more powerful and seductive body aroma. Perhaps the scientists can explain that, as ‘being on heat’ or some such, but you are quickly addicted to it. You sense even a waft of her body perfume if she walks into the room.
‘You are a dirty little lap dog aren’t you,’ she exclaimed through clenched teeth, enjoying the attention. ‘I’m going to make you do this again. If I twist my watch around my wrist like this (she demonstrated) you know what you have to do.’ It was a game, our dirty little game, but amidst all my shame I welcomed it! Marie wanted this, perhaps in time she would even need this. It was the first time that I believed that I might still have some sort of place in her sex life. I told her that I was addicted to her cunny, to her perfume. I was drunk on her looks for sure, but enslaved by the way she rode my mouth. ‘Good’ she purred, rubbing her sex against my tongue, coming selfishly, thinking about him, having her cake and eat it.
The need for release post that rite de passage is immense- let me assure you. You want to fuck like crazy, to beg her to do a hand job on you or to let fly with your own paws. But you mustn’t- you really mustn’t! It’s not a reciprocal gratification, the pleasure has to be all Madam’s. Right then it was too. Marie kissed me sweetly on the forehead and told me to go and draw a bath because she had a brief phone call to make.

Ian