A short story based on true experience...

Small Cuts

I pushed open the front door, half expecting, half dreading to hear the tell tale sounds coming from the living room. I heard nothing and damn if I didn't feel a stab of disappointment.

�Okay big shot� I muttered to myself as I dispensed with the coat and briefcase ... �time for a fortifying take and find out where she is�

I collapsed into the comfy sofa and nursed my freshly poured scotch feeling a little annoyed. By she I meant Rachel, my wife of 4 years. A lovely girl of 28 with short black hair and a *******er little body. A girl I worshiped and married in the full knowledge that despite her admirable appetite for sex it would never be me she looked to for satisfaction. My role in Rachel eyes was to supply money and companionship and to meekly submit to her bringing home her lovers and utter not a word of protest.

Protest? Who the hell was I kidding. In four years I had become conditioned to a sex life which involved licking her clean and increasingly her lovers too. I was, as Rachel put it with just the right amount of feline cruelty, a cock sucking fag.

I sighed and closed my eyes. A cock sucking fag. I felt the familiar tingle of pleasure whenever I thought about it. Today I had come home expecting to see her with her latest bull Gary. Rachel hooked up with him a few weeks ago and I had met him once albeit briefly when I collected her one Sunday morning from his flat. Thick build. Shaved head. Articulate and dominant. My own submissive instincts kicked in immediately as I held the car door open for Rachel.

�Next Tuesday your place� he said calmly to Rachel as she embraced him before getting in.
�Hmm that would be lovely. The fag will be there?� She was asking. It was his call.
He smiled �Yes. The fag has to be there.�

Rachel giggled and trailed her finger across my cheek as she climbed into the car. She was wearing a short red dress with no bra and I noticed, as she swung her legs in, no panties either. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to fall to my knees and lick her faithless pussy clean. �Thank Gary would you sweetie� she said to me.

Politely I smiled at Gary. �Thank you for servicing my wife Gary�

He laughed �Fucking wimp� and still laughing he walked back into the lobby of his building.

�He likes the idea. Really likes the idea� said Rachel simply as we drove back.

I said nothing, knowing full well what she meant. Gary was intrigued by our 'cuckold' arrangement and wanted to explore it further. Some guys just wanted to fuck Rachel which was fine by her but she also liked the idea of me being humiliated by her lovers. She got a kick out of it and as she often said it added spice to the fucking.

And, although this was rarely said, she was in her own way being loyal to me by choosing men who were interested in the cuckold lifestyle. Love is a funny thing.

I started. Shaken out of my thoughts. I was sure I heard something upstairs. I went to the hallway and waited. Damn that sounds like...

...hell I know what that sounds like!

They were upstairs in the bedroom. It was Tuesday. It was the day. And instead of being downstairs in the living room the game had changed. He was in our bedroom. With Rachel. My wife. No doubt Gary was deep inside her as she lay there her legs wide and eager for his cock.

The surge of pleasure I experienced almost made me buckle at the knees. Slowly I walked upstairs and waited again. Her moaning was louder now. I could hear the slap of flesh on flesh and his low level grunts as he fucked her hard.

I pushed open the door and saw his broad back and clenched arse. Gary was fucking her doggy style. I could see my wife's feet either side of him and then, as I moved round, her arched back as her sexy bubble butt moved up and down on his ramrod cock. She had said he was big but damn Gary had a great looking cock from the glimpses I got.

Rachel was whimpering and pleading softly for him to fuck her. I felt my small dick press hard against my pants as she lay there like an natural on heat, living for the sexual pleasure her lover was giving her.

I tore my eyes from her and looked at Gary who was covered in a sheen of sweat and looking directly at me a small smile playing on his lips. He slowed his thrusts and made them harder and more deliberate.

�You like being on the end of my cock you fucking bitch?� he grinned
�Please yes I want to be your cock whore!� Rachel moaned
�You want my cum now?� he grunted slamming her again
Rachel squealed �Fill my pussy with cum, please fill my fucking pussy!� the last almost a scream

He looked back at me. �Get out and wait downstairs. In the living room� he ordered.

Obediently I made to move �Yes sir�

I closed the door behind me and and went downstairs. Nervously I waited. Too jumpy to sit I paced round playing the scene in my head. Rachel too wrapped up in her own excitement and pleasure to even notice me or if she did, too wrapped up to care. Gary's cock slick with her juices as he pounded her pussy. I unzipped my trousers and freed my tiny stub and played with myself. I froze as I heard the stairs creak.

Gary padded in his cock now semi erect but still impressive in length and girth. He ran his hands over his shaven head and looked at me.

�Beer�

Quickly I went to the kitchen and returned with an ice cold beer.

He supped it quickly and grunted. �Nice� he paused then said �Get undressed�

I gaped a little. �Sorry?...sir� I added hastily.

�Strip you fucking moron�

I stripped quickly and then stood before him. My cock hard but of little significance when compared to Gary's monster which hung in an almost threatening manner.

He swigged the beer and said �On your knees�

I dropped to my knees. My eyes level with his manhood as he moved to stand in front of me. It was starting to rise again and I could smell Rachel's pussy on him. I swallowed hard as he put his hand on the back of my head.

�The rules are� he stated �When I am fucking your wife with the door closed you do not come in. Understood?�
�Yes sir. I do apologise for my thoughtlessness sir. It will not happen again� I replied or rather babred.
He laughed �I am fucking your wife, in your house � in your bed and you're apologising for being thoughtless. Fucking classic�.

He necked the rest of the bottle back and tossed it onto the sofa. �Take hold of my cock�

I gripped his huge cock. It was slick and heavy in my hand. �Sir� I whispered.

�That was deep inside your wifes cunt a few minutes ago. Its been fucking Rachel for three weeks now and its been damn good. Your wife is one hot shag. Anything to say to that?�
�I would like to thank you for seeing to my wife's needs sir. I am honoured that you are cuckolding me and I will do anything I can to help and assist you and Rachel sir�
�You crack me up� he laughed �Couldn't figure out what made you such a dickless wimp. Until I saw the size of it!� he chuckled at his own joke. �Now suck my cock you useless fucking fag�

I quickly took his cock in my mouth and couldn't help but moan with pleasure. I could taste Rachel on him and savoured the cocktail of her pussy and his cock. He pushed my head down on him further and eager to please I determined to take as much as I possibly could. I cupped his heavy balls in my hand and allowed him to start to fuck my mouth. It was glorious to taste my wife and him at the same time as I honoured my wife's lover with the best blow job I could give.

�Is the fag doing a good job darling?� I paused as I heard Rachel's low soft voice.

Gary just groaned as I went back to work. I peeked upwards to see him nod and then put his arm round her and kiss her hard. She had the familiar dreamy look on her face. The satisfied look that was all cats and cream.

�My husband sucks cock well doesn't he� she murmured. It was a statement not a question.

By now I had got a rhythm going and was concentrating on Gary's lovely cock. My jaw was starting to ache such was his size but I determined to ignore it and satisfy this gorgeous beast of a man and make Rachel proud.

She pressed against me pushing my head further on his cock.

�Stay the night darling. I want a real man to lie between my legs tonight. To hold me. To fuck me. To make me cum� she was licking his chest and slipped her hand round the base of his cock. I could see her small delicate fingers caressing him as I bobbed up and down on him.

�Where does your fag husband relax?� he gasped.

She giggled. �Like you care. The fag goes in the spare room. You want anything just call him and he will get it. Won't you sweetie?� she purred

I nodded. My mouth still full of cock. I was slowing and my jaw felt like it was breaking but I knew I had him by his reactions and body movements. I so wanted to please them. Rachel moved round so that I could see her more clearly. Her cunt was puffy and red and I guessed they had been fucking most of the afternoon.

�I'm going to cum in the fag's mouth first� said Gary his voice thick and heavy.

Rachel gave a little jump of pleasure �Oh that would be cool. I love watching him suck cock and eat cum�

She squatted beside me. Her hand switched to his balls and she kissed his cock.

�Thats it baby. Make the fag swallow cum like a good little clit boy.� she encouraged him �You do love me don't you fag?�

I glanced at her smiling face and nodded happily as I sucked.

�So sweet� and still smiling she spat right in my face.

Which was precisely the moment Gary emptied his load into my surprised mouth.

I've had better Tuesdays.

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