'A Cuckold's Awakening'

This story was prompted by Karen Kay's story, 'Weekend Cuckold.' It was a great idea for a story but I wanted to develop it and take it in a different direction. Inevitably there will be some points in common at the start. Please be assured it is not my intention to plagiarise her story in any shape or form. You can judge this for yourselves, if you are so inclined.

A Cuckold's Awakening



Becky stood at the side of the bed as Larry kissed the nape of her neck while unhooking her bra, her last vestige of clothing. As it came undone she turned her head to kiss him pushing her tongue into his mouth. Apart from the soft murmuring as they kissed the only other sound was that of a zipper coming undone as she undid his trousers. He pulled away from her in order to step out of them. He was naked save for his white Calvin Klein underwear. But he might just as well have been naked, because the clinging fabric perfectly delineated his semi-erect manhood. It was obvious that he was very well-endowed, but he was a big man altogether. He was about six feet three tall, with broad shoulders, muscular arms and powerful thighs. Becky loved the contrast between the white of his underwear and his dark brown skin but her real fascination was for his overlarge cock.

She immediately sat down on the edge of the bed and carefully eased it out of its constraint. It was by now fully erect and as it sprang free she immediately grasped the shaft. She looked up at him and smiled as she eased his undershorts down his legs.
“You’ve no idea how much I’ve missed this.”

She leant forwards and opened her mouth to the silky smooth fat crown. Her action was as much an act of reverence as of passion. This was perfectly understandable as Larry’s manhood was worthy of being worshipped. The only sound in the room was of her slurping as she systematically released and then swallowed him, trying to take still more of his powerful shaft in her hungry mouth each time.

“That is so good Becky.” His eyes were closed in rapture as his hand played with her full breasts.

She released him momentarily, the crown wet with saliva and glistening from the reflections of the lamp. “I do so love your cock, Larry. I want you inside me... please.”

Larry kicked off his shorts and then lay down on the bed, the duvet cover feeling slightly cold on his back. He placed his arms behind his head and waited for his partner to climb on top of him, his potent erection a testimony to his excitement. Becky was still teasing him, making him wait, knowing that the longer he waited, the more eager he would be. But she could not hold out for too long, she too was eager to be penetrated. His powerful throbbing cock held a magnetic attraction for her and she could scarcely take her eyes from it. She was facing him as she straddled his thighs, positioning herself so that her warm wet opening was tantalisingly close to his crown. She had a contented smile on her face, that of a cat that has got the cream, although in this case it was because she knew she was going to get the cream. She reached down to hold his hot shaft and began to lower herself gently on it.

She was already very wet and big as his bulbous crown was; it slipped in without any difficulty. She wriggled slightly, getting the angle just right and then sank on it until she was fully impaled. God, she loved the sensation of fullness, of being stretched around him. She could never ever tire of it and it was all the more welcome after a fortnight’s abstinence. They had been fucking on a regular basis for nearly two years and although she was not as tight as she had once been, her pelvic floor exercises did make a difference. She contracted her vaginal canal to squeeze his shaft and was rewarded when she heard him softly groan.

He placed his right hand on her thigh and was able to reach her clitoris with his thumb. He proceeded to stroke the little nub, knowing from past experience that it was incredibly sensitive. Soon she was squirming on his cock and her eyes had that familiar heavy lidded look; the look that signified her whole world was concentrated on what was happening between her legs. Before long she was in the throes of an orgasm and was pressing down on his erection. He tried to raise himself, to try to push it in even further but it was to no avail; he was already inside her as deep as it was possible to get.

As she began to recover from her orgasm he reached up to stroke her prominent nipples. She held the undersides of her breasts and leant forwards as if to present them to him. He wasted not a moment to take a nipple into his mouth and to suck on it. He slid his hands down to the cheeks of her backside and pressed his fingertips into the soft yielding white flesh. At the same time he pushed upwards into her hot wetness, and she closed her eyes as an involuntary shiver went down her spine. She showed her gratitude by again internally clenching his rock hard member. She placed her arms on his shoulders and began to ride up and down on it, the movement causing her full breasts to sway provocatively in her lover’s face.

“You are one sexy woman, Becky!”

Becky pushed down onto his cock again. “Then show me Larry!”

Her lover needed no second invitation and by gripping her backside he was able to stay locked inside her as he rolled her over until she was on her back. Larry was now on top and was thus now in a position in which to fully comply with her wishes. Pinning her legs back with his muscular arms he withdrew until only his crown was lodged within her. Her eyes stared into his as he sank into her and held it there, savouring the moment. As he slowly withdrew, her inner lips seemed reluctant to release him and clung to the thick brown shaft. He again pushed himself into her, this time with a bit more energy and her eyes closed in pleasure. Before much longer he was pounding into her without mercy, powering the breath from her body with every downward thrust. But hard as he pounded into her, it was not still enough for her and she spurred him into even greater effort, encouraging him by digging her nails into his backside.

“Oh yes Larry... fuck me…that’s it.... don’t stop…I love your cock…”

Her voice faltered as she succumbed to an overwhelming sexual release, waves of pleasure suffusing her whole body.

Her lover could no longer hold back his own release and he pushed himself into her as hard as he could. He closed his eyes as he began to ejaculate, surge after surge of thick potent semen flooding her core. When he had finished he made to dismount but she hooked her legs round his, determined that they should continue to stay coupled for as long as possible. They remained united as they each recovered from their exertions.

It was Larry who spoke first. “That was a baby making session if ever there was one!”

His partner responded in a languorous tone. “I’m not surprised. Do you know I actually felt you spurting into me this time?”

They exchanged kisses and she released him. He pulled out of her, got to his feet and began to dress. He could not take his eyes from her femininity; she was still open and already some of his male milk was beginning to well out and slide down her perineum to settle in her anus. Becky realised at once what was happening and she reached down between her legs to press her labia lips together before getting to her knees. She smiled at the man who had been watching the spectacle from his chair at the foot of the bed.

“You can clean me up now, Tom.”

Her husband rose from the chair. He too was naked and was sporting an erection, but his was in no way comparable to that of the other man in the room. He lay down on his back on the bed, and as soon as he was settled, his wife swung her leg over him and manoeuvred herself so that her slit was directly above his mouth while she faced his feet. She held that position as he continued to stroke himself. She relished the power she had over him and loved teasing him.

“Move your hand, Becky, please…”

She felt he had waited long enough. The instant she acceded to his request, her lover’s semen began oozing out of her opening. It formed into a teardrop and elongated, but it was unable to support its own weight and the thin strand snapped. The heavy globule fell into Tom’s hungry mouth and he swallowed it greedily. It was evident he wanted more because he even let go of his own cock in order to pull his wife on to his face. Before long the room was filled with the sound of his contented slurping.

Larry chuckled. “That’s a good cuck, Tom. You suck all my cum out of her.” His voice then took on a serious tone. “Are we still alright for next week, Becky? You have got a girl for Frank?”

“Yes, it’s all organised.” She smiled at him. “She’s really attractive too so I think he’ll be quite pleased.”

“That sounds promising. What’s her name?”

“Julie.” She suddenly squirmed on her husband’s face. “Oh, that’s lovely, Tom.”

Larry looked at his watch. “Listen I’ve got to go. I’ll see you next week.” Becky raised her face to him and they kissed affectionately. Being unable to speak, Tom simply raised his hand in a farewell gesture. The door closed behind Larry and the married couple were left alone.

“That’s it sweetheart,” she enthused, “Keep sucking out all that cum.” She saw that her husband had resumed his gentle stroking of his erection and smiled at the recollection that she had once been satisfied by it. Much as she loved her husband, she knew that his dick would never be able to satisfy her again, not now she had grown so used to that of her black lover.
“Can you see how open I am now that Larry’s fucked me, Tom? I wouldn’t even be able to feel your little one inside me so you just carry on playing with yourself.”

This was the routine that had evolved over the two years she had been with Larry. Tom needed no further invitation. He loved her taunting him about his sexual inadequacy and was delighted to toss himself off under her watchful eye. It did not take him long; it never did. He ejaculated, but it was no match for that of her lover, either in quantity or consistency. Tom’s watery cum ran down over his fingers to pool on his stomach. The fun and games now over, Becky got off the bed and fetched some tissues from the bathroom. She handed them to him and he wiped the smeared cum from his lips and chin. He took a fresh tissue to mop up his own seed as she lay down beside him.

“He shot got a big load tonight, Becky.” He had a rueful smile on his face.

“It felt like it too!”

“Did I hear that right? Julie has really agreed to make up a foursome with you?”

“Yes, she has.”

“I’m amazed.” His surprise was understandable. Julie was rather strait-laced and devoted to her husband. She had never shown any interest whatsoever in other men. Admittedly she was very nice to look at, but because she was so prim and proper, Tom always felt he had to be on his best behaviour whenever he was in her company. In fact he did not really warm to her and his antipathy was shared by his wife. However both made the effort to tolerate her because she was married to Tom’s best friend, Sam. “So, how did you manage it?”

“I appealed to her sense of patriotism!”

Tom looked nonplussed.

“I told her he was a soldier; he’d been serving in Iraq and that while he was over there his girl friend had dumped him. I said that he had come home on leave but that apart from Larry he had no one to go out with. It was a piece of cake really; I knew she’d feel sorry for him.”

“A soldier in Iraq? That’s a bit underhand isn’t it?”

“I don’t think she would have agreed otherwise.

“Does she know he's black?” he asked.

“She doesn’t even know that Larry’s black! All she knows is that Larry is an old friend of yours, and that Frank is a friend of his.”

“What will she do when she finds out?”

“Well,” Becky grinned, “Well I don’t think she would refuse to go out the first time; her own conscience would not allow that. As for anything else, who knows? It will just depend on how they get on…” She paused a moment, “And how Sam reacts to it.”

“We’ll find out soon enough, I suppose.” His words hung in the air.

She did not answer; her regular deep breathing signified she was already arelax.

Tom switched off the bedside lamp and the room was plunged into darkness. He could not get to relax so readily, the intensely erotic events of the evening were still playing on his mind. Up until Larry arrived on the scene Tom had never been aware of his latent desire to be a cuckold. It was true that he had always enjoyed one particular DVD that featured a white married couple and a particularly well-endowed black man. He had sometimes fantasised about this scenario but had never ever expected it to happen in real life. Now it was a regular weekly occurrence and his sex life had never been better.

As he was experiencing the real thing, he hardly ever watched this DVD and had recently lent it to Sam. However he could not imagine it having the same effect on them and dismissed at once the idea of Little Miss Perfect ever having sex with anyone other than her husband. But unlikely as it was, there was no denying that the concept of her being on the end of a big black cock really appealed to him. And it would have been big cock too, because from what Becky had heard, Frank packed even more than Larry. What a shame it was never going to happen.

But unlikely as such a scenario might be, it had to be worth a try. If Becky worked on Julie while he tried to influence Sam, there had to be an outside chance it could happen. It was with these thoughts in mind that he fell arelax.

Chapter 2

It was early in the evening the following Friday when Julie was standing in front of the mirror in bra and panties studying her reflection. She was twenty-eight, about five foot four and weighed just under nine stone. Her shiny jet-black hair was combed up with just a few strands left hanging down to coil by her ears. Her expressive brownish green eyes stared back at her. She still had a slight tan, the vestige of last year’s holiday in the Mediterranean. She was not displeased at the image, although she sometimes wished her bust was one size smaller. Were it not for that, her figure would have been described as svelte. She was about to put on the new dress that she had purchased that morning. She was still entertaining doubts about its suitability. Had it not been for Becky she would not have bought it; she felt it was a bit too revealing; but her friend had been very persuasive.

The two women were having a night out on their own. No, that was not strictly true; they were going out without their husbands but they would not be on their own. Becky had informed her that morning that a male friend of hers, Larry, had asked if she could find another female to make up a foursome for the evening. Her intended date was a soldier who had just come back after sixteen months in Iraq. While he was away, his girlfriend had left him and it seemed that apart from Larry, he was completely alone. Given what was happening in Iraq, Julie felt she could not say no; it was not too much to ask, really. Well, it would not be too much to ask, just as long as he did not get any wrong ideas, hence her concern about the dress.

She pulled it over her head and tugged the material around her hips, pulling it into place. She turned to the side and eyed herself up and down. The dress was a soft apple green and clung to her like a second skin. She had been quite taken with it the moment she saw it and having tried it on, delighted to find that it fitted her perfectly. The secret was that it had been cut a bit more generously round the bust and that made all the difference. Everything was just right, the style, the colour, the fit, the length and it had been at a knockdown price too.

She turned to face the mirror. She had chosen her lowest cut bra to wear under it, but try as she might, the bra front showed and it really detracted from her appearance. No, the bra would have to go…or perhaps she should wear her navy blue two-piece instead. But then again she did look good in this dress and thus the decision was made. Two minutes later she was again in front of the mirror. There was no denying that the neckline was a bit low but it showcased her breasts perfectly. She leant forward and looked down the front. She could almost see down to her nipples; she would just have to be a bit careful. But it was not as if she would be alone with this soldier; there would be the four of them.

She would have shown the dress to Sam but he was not coming home until late. Not for the first time, her husband was having an evening out with Becky’s husband; indeed this was the main reamister why the girls had decided to do the same. The men worked in the city centre and there would be no point in their coming home only to go back there. It was just as well really, because Julie would not have wanted him knowing that she’d gone out without a bra. But then he need never know; he and Tom were invariably out until gone two and she would be back well before they staggered home. That got her thinking; where were the men going? Knowing her husband she guessed it was most likely to be a lap-dancing club. Some men never seem to grow up, she thought, as she sat on the edge of the bed and fastened the ankle straps of her high heels.

Julie had just finished checking her makeup when the doorbell rang. She went downstairs and opened it. “Hello Becky, come in.”

Her friend was beaming. “I said that dress would look good on you Julie, didn’t I?”

“Are you sure I’m not showing too much?”

“You’re showing a bit of cleavage, that’s all. It’s certainly not too much. Anyway, you’ve got a great figure; why shouldn’t you show it off?”

Becky clearly practiced what she preached. She was wearing a knee length blue halter neck dress with a thigh high slit at the side. The top was quite narrow and afforded provocative glimpses of the sides of her ample breasts. Not only that; her nipples were very prominent too. She had been to the hairdresser’s and her shoulder length blonde hair bounced softly as she walked.

Julie voiced her approval. “You look very nice too, Becky.” Nice was not perhaps the most appropriate word; ‘hot’ would have been more apt. But Julie was not displeased at her friend’s choice of dress. With so much flesh on display, she felt that her own dress would seem quite respectable in comparimister.

It was a thirty minutes drive to the Club *** where they were meeting their dates. Julie was still apprehensive; after all she had never been out with another man since she and Sam had started courting.

“So who is this Larry?”

Becky took her eyes from the road for an instant and glanced at her passenger. “He worked for the same company that Tom and I did. He left a couple of years ago but we still meet up on a regular basis. Sometimes, if Tom is away or tied up at work, Larry and I will go out on our own.”

“Doesn’t Tom mind?”

“Of course not; he knows I’m in good hands. Incidentally, Julie, did I tell you that Larry is black?”

“No I don’t think you did.” For a moment she wondered why Lucy had not mentioned it earlier and then her intuition kicked in. “Is Larry’s friend also black by any chance?”

“Yes, he is. I take it that it won’t be a problem for you.”

“What being black…certainly not. It’s just that I don’t want him getting any wrong ideas…seeing me in this dress, I mean.”

Becky had appeared puzzled when Julie started but then the penny dropped.
“You’ve never been out with a black man before, have you?”

“No.”

“You have got nothing to worry about Julie. He’s only looking for a bit of company; he knows you’re happily married. I trust Larry completely and he’s told me that Frank’s a really nice guy. But, look, if you feel you can’t go through with it, I’ll turn the car round right now and we’ll go back.” Becky made this offer confident that Julie would not take her up on it. She did care for other people and after all, she believed Frank had just come back from Iraq. Becky’s assessment of her friend’s kind nature was spot on.

“No we can’t do that, Becky. I can’t let him down.” She appeared resigned to her fate. “It was just a bit of surprise, that’s all.”

“It’ll be fine Julie, you see. So what if they’re black? We won’t be the only white women there. And,” she again took her eyes from the road to make an exaggerated gesture in the direction of Julie’s neckline, “If you think you’re showing too much, you wait till you see how some of these other women are dressed!”

“You’ve been there before?”

“Yes, it’s where Larry and I always go if Tom can’t make it. Anyway we’re here now and oh look, it must be our lucky day, there’s a place to park! Now let’s just make sure we enjoy our evening.”

As they walked from the car to the entrance of the club, Julie seemed unaware that she was nervously twisting her wedding ring. Her mouth was dry and there were butterflies in her stomach. She wondered what she was doing there. But it was too late to worry about now. All she could hope for was that her husband would never find out.

Larry and Frank were standing outside the club waiting for them. Both men were of imposing stature and towered above the girls; Larry was slightly lighter in colour than Frank and at six foot three, a tad shorter but there was not a lot in it. Introductions were quickly made and they all entered the club. They were shown to a booth at the edge of the dancing area. The men waited while the girls slid along the bench seats to face each other on either side of the table. There was a lamp in the centre of the table but nevertheless the lighting could only be described as subdued. A waitress appeared with four glasses of champagne.

Larry raised his glass to the two girls. “Here’s to the two most attractive girls here. And a special thank you Julie for coming out with us tonight.” He waited for the other man to endorse the sentiments.

Frank suddenly realised he was expected to say something. “Um, yes thank you.” He had a very deep voice.

Larry again took the iniative. “I must say you two girls look terrific, what do you think, Frank?”

“Yes, they do,” he said, smiling shyly at Julie.

Frank was pretending to be a rather shy man, one moreover who was easily tongue-tied. Becky put him up to it, believing that it would increase his chances of success with her. So far it had gone to plan as Julie felt that Frank was even more nervous about the evening than she had been. Becky felt that the other couple could do with a little time on their own and she accordingly asked Larry to dance with her. They both got to their feet and made their way onto the floor.

Frank briefly watched them gyrating before turning to Julie. The angle and his height afforded him a good view down her cleavage, but he tried to ignore it; anxious not to make his intentions obvious.

“Thanks for coming out with me Julie. That really is very nice of you.”

She looked up at his face and smiled. “You don’t need to thank me Frank, especially considering the circumstances. It’s the least I can do.”

“You know I was quite nervous when I saw you!”

She laughed. “How can you possibly be nervous about meeting me? You’ve seen service in Iraq!”

“I’m often nervous when I meet an attractive woman.”

“You surprise me. I can’t imagine why you should be.”

“Well my size tends to intimidate most women.”

“I think it gives you an imposing presence. You’re good looking and you dress well. I really can’t see any reamister why you should be nervous. Maybe you just lack a bit of confidence.”

Frank could not believe how well things were working out. There he was, sitting next to a gorgeous looking woman who not only had great tits but obviously liked to flaunt them. And she was even paying him compliments. It was clear she had the hots for him.

Julie would have been horrified had she but known how her genuinely caring nature had been so misinterpreted. She was only being sympathetic; he was a lonely serviceman from Iraq and she was only doing her pat***tic duty. Yes, he was quite attractive, but it would have made no difference had he not been so; she was married after all.

Julie decided to change the subject. “So what was it like in Iraq?”

He paused before answering. “Please don’t think I’m being rude, Julie, but I’d rather not talk about it.”

There was a solicitous expression on her face as her small white hand touched the back of his. “I fully understand Frank.” And then she smiled. “Perhaps we should also have a dance?”

She slid out of the booth, aware that the hem of her dress was riding up and that she was showing more and more thigh. She got to her feet and immediately pulled it down but of course that only served to reveal more of her delectable cleavage.

He followed her onto the floor, and was captivated by the sway of her hips in the tight green dress. There were other sexy women on the dance floor, indeed there was one dancing next to him and her skirt was so short that it barely covered the lower cheeks of her backside. But none of them held a candle to Julie, she was a dream come true. He resolved there and then that one way or another, she was going to wind up on the end of his dick.

They had a couple of dances before returning to the booth. Larry and Becky had returned in the interim and were sitting down. As the guys ordered fresh takes from the waiter Becky indicated she wanted to go to the ladies’ room and Julie joined her.

They were washing their hands when Becky turned to her friend. “See I told you not to worry, didn’t I? Frank’s a perfect gentleman.”

“He certainly seems to be. In fact when we were introduced, he appeared to be even more nervous than I was.” Julie stared in the mirror and pursed her lips before breaking into a smile. “Mind you I’m not sure the term ‘perfect gentleman’ applies to Larry. He’s quite forward isn’t he?”

Becky grinned. “Actually, he’s on his best behaviour tonight.”

“In that case I dread to think what liberties he might take when he’s not so well-behaved! What on Earth would Tom say?”

“He wouldn’t say anything. He’s not the jealous type.”

Julie made no further response. She had seen Larry with his tongue halfway down her friend’s throat.

Becky rightly surmised her friend’s incomprehension as she re-applied her lipstick. “Tom is very open-minded, you see.”

Julie pondered on her friend’s words. “I’m not saying that Sam isn’t open-minded, but that doesn’t mean he would be happy if he knew I was out on a date with someone else. So we’ll keep this completely secret, shall we?”

Becky snapped shut her makeup case. “It’s a bit late for that Julie. I expect Tom will have told Sam already. I’m sorry.”

Julie’s jaw dropped. “What, that I’m out with a man…a black man?”

“He will have told him the truth; that you’re cheering up a soldier who happens to be black. Sam will probably think you’re being very pat***tic.”

Julie was struggling to come to terms with this new development. How would he react? Would he be angry or would he be open minded like Tom seemed to be? But hang on; she had not done anything wrong. Becky might have kissed her date but she had not kissed hers. There was absolutely nothing for her to feel guilty about. Her friend’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Now I really think we should be getting back to them don’t you?”

The two men got to their feet as soon as the women returned. Just then the waitress arrived with their takes and for a moment it was rather chaotic but they soon sorted themselves out. The two girls took the inside seats and their gallants squeezed up alongside them. Squeezed was the appropriate word in Julie’s case because when Frank sat down, his powerful thigh was pressed up tight against hers. Julie glanced at her friend, and tried to indicate by way of facial expression that she did not have that much room. Becky was only too well aware of it but, if Julie was expecting a sympathetic response from her, she would have been disappointed. Becky merely smiled back, and as she picked up her take, she winked.

Julie took another mouthful of gin and tonic. She found herself laughing at one of Larry’s jokes. It might have been the increasing effect of holy water, but there was no denying that she was beginning to enjoy herself. She laughed again at something Becky said. Meanwhile Frank stretched his arm along the top of the cushioned seat behind her. He then told a funny story and she laughed yet again. She hardly noticed his hand cupping her shoulder.

In chapter 2 the word patriotic has been rendered pat***tic. I have no idea why.

This has the start of an epic!
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Chapter 4

It was a quarter to one in the morning when the two girls drove home. Julie’s heart sank when she saw that the lounge lights were on. Trust him to be home early on the one night she wanted him late. It was bad enough he already knew they’d been out on a date with two black men. She could do without him seeing her dress and then jumping to the wrong conclusions. They got out of the car and Becky gave her a reassuring hug.

“And that’s definite Julie? You don’t want to go out next week?”

“No, Becky. Frank is very nice but you’ll have to find someone else, sorry.” She drew in a deep breath. “Now to explain it all to Sam!”

“Do you want me to come in with you and tell him it was all my idea? It’s the truth after all!”

“No, Becky. That’s very sweet of you but I have to deal with it myself.”

Becky only drove off once her friend was safely indoors. Two minutes later she was turning into her own drive. Tom had waited up for her and kissed her affectionately.

“Hello Becky. How did it go?”

“Fine, I’d say.”

A few minutes later they were in bed. Tom wrapped his arms around her. “Did you and Larry manage to have it off tonight?”

She smiled at his words. “Sorry to disappoint you Tom, but I’m afraid not. At one point I did think about taking him out to the car for a quickie, but I didn't know how Julie would react.”

Tom was kissing his wife's shoulders as he listened to the details of her near miss. Even though she had not been screwed on this particular occasion he was still intensely aroused at the thought of his wife out on a date with her black lover. He caressed the soft downy cheeks of her bare backside. They were slightly cold to the touch, the inevitable result of being unclothed all night. She never wore panties when she went out with Larry; she knew he much preferred her to be without.

“And what about Julie? How did she get on with …um?”

“Frank, you mean. Well, she was quite nervous at the outset, but at the end they seemed to be getting on really well. He actually asked her out again but she turned him down. I’m not really surprised; I can’t see him ever getting inside her knickers.”

“Well at least she had some on; not like one lady I know!”

“Very funny! Anyway as I was saying, I can’t really see this coming to anything, well not unless Sam wants it to happen. Incidentally, did he like the show?”

“Yes, he did; but whether it will enough . . .”

“Who was on?”

“Henry.”

“Oh, he’s good!” Becky reached for her husband’s hardening penis and gently squeezed it. “I want you to fuck me Tom. I didn’t get my ration tonight!”


x x x x

Julie quietly shut the front door hoping that Sam had merely left the light on for her. She turned round to find him standing in the lounge doorway.

She smiled nervously as her husband stared wordlessly at her. “Hello, Sam. You didn't have to wait up for me.”

His brow furrowed. “Is that a new dress?”

She swallowed hard. “Yes it is. I was out shopping with Becky this morning. There’s this boutique that’s only just opened and I saw it in the window. I had to try it on; I just loved the colour. I know it’s a bit low but it really suits me. Maybe I shouldn’t have worn it without you seeing it first, but Becky was very persuasive . . .”

Sam put his hands up, as if in surrender. “Julie,” he smiled, “I’m not complaining, I think you look terrific.”

Julie’s sense of relief was almost tangible. “I’m really glad you like it.”

“Did your date like it? You know, that black man who’s just got back from Iraq?”

She was at a loss to know where this was leading to. Was he working himself up into a rage? She decided to play safe. “Frank, you mean. I think so. He said I looked nice, anyway.”

“Did you dance with this Frank?”

“Yes, we had a few dances. I was supposed to be giving him a good time, after all.”

“I gather he hasn't had female company for some time. Did he try anything on with you?”

“No!”

“Honestly?”

Julie was becoming irritated. “What’s the matter, Sam? Do you think the moment your back is turned I’ll let someone touch me up? Don’t you trust me?”

He had a pained expression on his face. “No you don’t understand, Julie. Of course I trust you. It’s just that…” There was a pregnant pause.

“Go on!” She stood there, hands on hips and glaring at him.

“It’s just that I wouldn’t have minded if you had let him touch you; that’s all. I’d have put it down to you being nice to him.”

Julie could not believe what she’d just heard. “What, you think I should have let him play with my tits just to be nice to him! Perhaps I should have just lain on the floor and spread my legs for him… And there was me, worrying about how you might react! How can you say such a thing if you love me?” She began to cry, the tears causing her mascara to run.

He immediately tried to make amends. “Of course I love you, Julie. Look I apologise; what I said was out of order. Actually I’m very proud of you; what you did tonight - going out with him, I mean – I think that was a very caring thing to do. Anyway, let’s change the subject. We’ve both had a nice evening; let’s not end it on a sad note.”

She took a tissue from her handbag and dabbed her eyes. “It’s ironic really. He did ask me to go out with him again. However, I told him that I was sorry but once was enough; it was not fair on you.” She paused for dramatic effect. “But it now seems that it wouldn’t have bothered you if I had said, ‘yes.’”

Her casual disclosure that he had asked her out was giving him yet another erection. He gently raised her face so that he could kiss away her salty tears. “Is that the only reamister you said no? Being unfair to me?”

“What being a loyal wife isn’t enough reamister?” Sam’s arousal had not gone unnoticed by Julie.

“Where’s the harm? Look if I say I don’t mind, what then? Would you like to go out with him again?”

“Well if I did, I wouldn’t go out dressed like this. I’d wear something far less revealing.” She glanced down at the bulge in his trousers. “Talking about me going out with another man has given you a hard-on, hasn’t it?” She wrinkled her nose in disgust. “You’re a pervert!”

Sam sensed her resolve was weakening. “Wear another dress by all means Julie, if that’s what you want, but you don’t have to cover yourself up. You’ve got a fantastic body; why not show it off? Why not give him a thrill?” He stood behind her and wrapped one arm around her narrow waist. He slipped the other the down the front of her dress and cupped her bare breast, pleased to feel her nipple hardening.

“Look Sam, I wouldn’t want to give him the wrong idea. You should have seen how he was looking at me tonight.”

Her husband teased the prominent nub. “You should be pleased you turned him on. And anyway, doesn’t he deserve it after what he’s been through. But it’s not just because of that. The fact is,” he said, pressing his rigidity against the softness of her backside, “Knowing that someone else might have seen your tits really gets me going.”

“I don't understand you Sam. I would have expected you to be jealous.”

“Actually Julie you’d be surprised how many men get turned on by something like this. You might not believe it but there is actually a club where this sort of thing happens; where a husband can watch his wife having sex with someone else. And where, if they want to, they can even do it in front of an audience!”

“A club? How would you know? Hang on… Is that where you’ve been tonight?”

“Well don’t get angry with me but yes, we did. I’d never heard of it before, honestly, but Tom knew all about it. And what I’ve just said is true; we actually saw a wife having sex with a really well hung black guy. And it was right in front of her husband!”

“And it got you going, did it?” she sneered. “Is this the reamister why you want me to go out with Frank again? You like the idea of someone else screwing me, do you?”

“Well I won’t pretend that the thought never crossed my mind. But this is quite normal amongst the watching husbands, it seems.”

“Quite the expert on the subject, are we?”

“There is no need to be sarcastic, Julie. Whether you go out with this Frank again or not is your decision. All I was trying to say was that if you do decide to go ahead it will be all right with me, that’s all. C’mon let’s go to bed.”


x x x x

Becky phoned Julie the following morning. Her timing was perfect because Sam had gone out for his morning run. “Can I come over for a coffee?”

Twenty minutes later the two women were sitting at the breakfast bar in Julie’s kitchen and enjoying a freshly brewed cappuccino.

“So how was Sam last night?”

“Actually Becky, he was fine. And to think I was so concerned as to how he’d react! If anything he seemed a bit disappointed when I told him that all I’d done was to have a few dances. But when I told him that Frank had asked me out again, he really surprised me. He said that I ought to go!”

“So will you?”

“I honestly don’t know. Another night out with him wouldn’t be a problem, but I’m not sure about Sam. I know that last night he was very keen for me to go but then he had been turned on by what he saw at this club they went to.”

Becky nodded in agreement. “Yes, Tom told me they went there. Julie, I’m going to tell you something in confidence now, but you must promise me that it will stay between us. Promise?”

“Of course.”

“Do you remember making some comment to me last night about Larry being forward? I suppose he did seem forward to you, but that’s because he’s my lover!”

“What!”

“It’s true, he is. We’ve been lovers for the best part of two years.”

Julie looked stunned. “I had no idea.”

“There’s no reamister why you should. After all, it is not something that I’d broadcast.”

“But Tom is such a lovely man. What’s the attraction with Larry?”

Becky stared at back at her friend. “The attraction…I can tell you what the attraction is in one word… ‘sex’. Larry is a fantastic lover. He’s got a huge cock…sorry I don’t mean to be crude,” she grinned. “I should have said that he is very well-endowed. You’re right about Tom; he is a lovely man,” she emphasised the word, ‘is’, “and I love him to bits, but he is nowhere near as big,” she made a face, “and I can barely feel him. The fact is that Tom can’t satisfy me, whereas Larry …” She did not continue; there was no need.

Shocking as this disclosure undoubtedly was; Julie could sense the increasing wetness in her vagina. “But supposing he finds out?”

Becky smiled. “He already knows; he’s known about it all along. In fact it was his idea in the first place! He actually likes me being with Larry. Sometimes he will even watch us and then afterwards, he’ll bring me off with his tongue. I’ll tell you something Julie; he might not have a big cock, but his tongue more than makes up for it. You’ll probably find this hard to believe, but it has actually brought us closer together.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” Julie’s dubious tone said it all.

“No, it really has. The point is that with this arrangement we are both sexually satisfied.” Becky sensed her friend was not convinced. “I can see you don’t believe me.”

“It’s not that…”

“Can I ask you a permisteral question, Julie? I promise that whatever we say will remain between the two us.”

“Go on.”

“I’ve just told you that sexually, I am fully satisfied. Would you say that you are?”

“Sexually satisfied? I’ve not given it much thought really. I suppose I am.”

Becky laughed. “That’s hardly a ringing endorsement! Let me put it another way. Sam is what; five, six inches max? Have any of the other men in your life been any bigger?”

“How do you know how big he is?” she snapped.

“No please don’t get the wrong idea, Julie.”

“Well how do you know?”

“Tom told me. Don’t forget the two of them play football for the same team, don’t they? According to Tom, Sam is no bigger than he is. Anyway I’m being far too permisteral; I’m sorry. I should not have asked you.” Becky might have overstepped the bounds of propriety but her companion was intrigued nevertheless.

“I’m sorry Becky; I didn’t mean to snap at you. You just took me by surprise when you mentioned Sam’s size; that was all. Anyway since you have asked, one of my boyfriends was a bit bigger.”

Becky chose her words carefully; she sensed she was still walking on egg shells. “Larry’s not just a bit bigger than Tom; I would say that he’s nearly twice the length of Tom and he’s got to be easily twice as thick. I can’t even get my finger and thumb to touch when I hold him.”

Julie pulled a face. “It sounds painful!”

“I’m not saying there wasn’t any pain the first time we did it, but it wasn’t that much. He only pushed it in a bit at a time and he allowed me to stretch before he went in any further. But you know what they say about no pain no gain. Well it’s true! Trust me Julie when I say there is nothing to match the sensation of having your pussy stretched round a really thick cock!”

Julie looked nonplussed. “Why are you telling me all this, Becky?”

“Sam seems to be encouraging you to go out with Frank again, doesn’t he?” She grinned. “Well from what I hear, Frank packs at least as much as Larry. Why not make the most of the opportunity to try him out for yourself?”

Becky was becoming even wetter. She could not help her involuntary reaction but she was determined not to be influenced by it. “Well I can’t pretend I’m not curious but you’re reading far too much into Sam’s motives. He wants me to be friendly, that’s all. It’s because he knows Frank has to go back to Iraq. It doesn’t mean he wants me to have sex with him!” She sounded exasperated.

“You might be right, but then again you did say he seemed disappointed that you hadn’t done anything last night.”

“I know but I think that was more to do with him going to that club.”

Becky smiled. “Shall I tell you what I think?” She raised her eyebrows at Julie and received a nodded assent in return. “I think that deep down Sam does want you to go further. Now if I were you, I would take control of the situation. Tell him you’ve thought about what he said to you and that you have decided that you will see Frank again. I suspect the fact you’ve taken charge will really turn him on. What you should do now is to tell him what you’re planning on wearing when you go out with him. But make sure you do it when you know he’s feeling horny. Hey, I’ve got an idea; why not wear that slinky little white number of yours? And then you can tell him you’ll have to go without panties because the line shows.”

“I can’t go out without in that dress, Becky. My bush would show through.”

“Then shave it off! You could even let him help you. If he’s anything like Tom, you’ll find that he loves making you look sexy for your date. As long as Sam feels secure in his relationship with you, he’ll be really proud that you look so attractive. But don’t just take my word for it Julie; I’ve got a booklet on this very subject. I can pop it round tomorrow, if you want.” She looked at the clock on the wall. “Goodness, is that the time? I’d better be getting back. Thanks for the coffee… Bye.”

As soon as Becky left, Julie had to go upstairs to her bedroom. Her friend’s matter of fact account of her incredible sex life had excited her to such an extent that she needed release. She lay on the bed and slipped her hand inside her panties. She was already very wet. Her middle finger alighted on her prominent clitoris and she began to stroke it. She tried to imagine what it would be like to be fully impaled on a cock that was so much bigger than her husband’s. It was enough to push her over the edge and she climaxed.

Baron,
I wouldn't normally support taking so much of a story to set this up, and I'm still not sure just where I would draw my line. Karen K is a great writer in her field. She has posted many starts to her stories and comparatively few complete ones. I understand this, she is clearly trying to make a living from it, which is fair enough, and she wants us to sign up to her site and read the endings there. I'm sure I'm not alone in being uneasy about using any payment system to do this. Not about Karen, but about any site, about privacy.

So, Karen has given us many great starts and few available endings. Its understandable that people want to fill in their own. Its a decent progression so far, be interesting to see where you take it.

Another stellar episode. Thank you!
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Chapter 5


It was nearly six on the Friday evening. Julie was sitting on the cushioned stool at her dressing table staring into the mirror as she applied her eyeliner. Having bathed and generally pampered herself for the past sixty minutes she had donned her housecoat in order to apply her make up. The garment was only fastened by a cord at the waist, and afforded a tantalising view of her natural cleavage. It had parted completely below the waist revealing the smooth oiled skin of her thighs. Sam had sensed she was getting a little bit anxious and had provided the perfect remedy, a gin and tonic.

“I thought you might need this.”

She heard the welcome sound of ice clinking against glass as she swung round on the stool to face him. “Oh that’s very sweet of you, Sam, thank you.” She took the glass from his outstretched hand and sipped the contents. “That’s just what the doctor ordered.”

He was staring at her mound. “You’ve shaved your pubes off!”

“Yes, I’ve been meaning to do it for ages. Well, what do you think?” She parted her legs and invited him to inspect her. “I haven’t missed anywhere, have I?”

Sam knelt down to study his wife’s bald pudenda and labia. Apparently not believing the evidence of his eyes, he ran his fingertips over the delicate feminine flesh. It felt soft smooth, and slightly slippery. To make absolutely certain he kissed her cleft and took the opportunity to lick her.

“I bought an electric razor,” she said, with a hint of pride, “and then I put this special cream on.”

“You do feel very nice, Julie. But what made you do it today?”

“You said I should look good for him, so I thought I’d wear my white dress. Do you remember what happened the last time I wore it?”

Sam nodded. It was an occasion he’d hardly forget. They were at a business dinner dance and she had looked absolutely stunning in the strapless mini dress and matching bolero jacket. The dress was made from a clingy white material and it showcased her delightful figure in such a way that it must have fuelled the fantasies any number of the men attending the function. They might have been even more aroused had they but known she was without any panties. And as it turned out some of them did! Sam had persuaded her to leave them off, stating, quite rightly, that she looked even better when her dress could mould itself to her perfect curves without any panty line showing. But what she had not anticipated, and which only came to light in the literal as well as metaphorical sense, was that her dark triangle would show up when she danced under the ultra violet light of the disco. He had been turned on no end by her unwitting display but she had been mortified.

“So does that mean you’re planning to go out without?”

“Not necessarily. But they’ve got the same lighting at this club so I just didn’t want to take any chances.”

“And is this all for Frank’s benefit?”

“You did say you wanted me to look nice for him!” She finished applying her eyeliner. Now it was time for her nail varnish.

Sam sat down on the bed and watched her as she raised her foot to her knee and began applying a blue nail varnish to her toenails. He feasted his eyes on her open femininity, the more so since he believed it to be an unwitting and innocent display on her part. He had not reckoned with her feminine guiles and she had a knowing smile on her face when she started on the other foot. Finally she painted her fingernails and she was done. She sprayed perfume on her neck, breasts and pudenda. His beautiful wife was now fully made up yet utterly naked.

“Pass me my dress please, Sam.”

He handed it to her without a word. She undid the zipper at the back and stepped into the flimsy garment. She had to shimmy as she eased it up and over her hips and then she bent forward to lower her full breasts into the bodice. When satisfied everything was in place she turned her back on her husband and coquettishly invited him to zip her up.

She heard the zip, felt the dress tighten and then his erection pressing into her backside as he wrapped his arms around her.

He spoke over her shoulder, addressing their reflection in the dressing table mirror. The white dress clung to her figure like a second skin. Whilst it was short it was not excessively so; she looked sexy but not a tart.

“You do look terrific, Julie.”

“Thank you Sam. Do you think he’ll like how I look?” She stared at his image, not needing to say anything further. Her underlying question was would her date think she was sexy?

Sam had no absolutely doubt that he would find her sexy but it was also troubling him.

“What about if he finds out you’re not wearing panties? He might think it’s a green light and start touching you up.”

“I don’t believe you Sam! Last week you seemed disappointed that he hadn’t touched me up!” She sounded exasperated. “Sam,” she soothed, “I am not in the habit of flashing my knickers or lack of them so I don’t suppose it will make the slightest difference. But if it worries you . . .”

“I just don’t want you coming to any harm, that’s all.” He was torn between conflicting emotions. He was understandably worried for her safety but at the same time the situation was an incredibly erotic one.

“Frank’s a real gentleman, Sam. He wouldn’t power himself on me. And anyway, I’ll be with Becky.” She had to suppress a smile when she realised what she’d just said. Becky? Some chaperone she’d be! If it hadn’t been for Becky, there would have been no call for a chaperone in the first place! However, she had another card to play. Knowing that erections speak louder than words, she reached behind her and gave his rigid shaft a playful squeeze. “So . . .?” The question did not need to be voiced.

“Leave them off, Julie. Think of it as spoiling him; he’s a soldier after all.”

“Alright Sam, I will, but he’s not going to know anyway. Now can you get my black strappy heels from the wardrobe please? As you’ve been such a good boy, I’ll even let you do them up for me. Oh gosh! Is that the time? Becky will be here soon.”

It was no more than ten minutes later when Becky announced her arrival by a gentle toot on her car horn. Sam stood up as Julie kissed him goodbye. He could not take his eyes from his beautiful wife as she walked out of the room. He was mesmerised at the gentle sway of her hips, and all the more so since he knew she was naked under the flimsy material of her dress. As she reached the front door, she turned round and blew him a kiss. “See you later.”

As the door closed behind her Sam walked to the window in order to watch the girls drive away. Whilst this was not the first time she had gone out on a date with someone else, this was the first time he knew about it in advance and it was an odd sensation. The house seemed strangely silent and he knew it was going to be a long evening. At least there was live Champions’ League football on the television so he would be occupied some of the time. He switched the set on to find it tuned to the shopping channel. He looked around for the remote control but it was nowhere to be seen. He remembered using it last night. Maybe it had slipped down the back of the sofa; it had happened before. He lifted the cushions and saw it at once. But that wasn’t the only thing he found; there was a slim paperback too.

He picked it up and turned it over to glance at the title, ‘The Housewives’ Cook Book.’ That must be the cook book that Becky had brought round for Julie the other evening. He had heard her laugh when she told Julie that she must try some of the recipes. He had smiled to himself at the time. Just how many cook books did his wife need? And then something caught his eye. There was a spelling error in the title! How could the publisher have made such a basic mistake? ‘Cook’ was not spelt like that. He looked at the words more closely, it wasn’t ‘Housewives’ either. The booklet was actually entitled, ‘The Hotwives’ Cuck Book.’ Intrigued, he turned to the introduction.
Let’s start by asking some basic questions.
Does your husband often get off by encouraging you to talk about your sexual escapades with previous boyfriends?
Does he get aroused when you tell him that some/all of them were bigger than he is?
Do you ever wish that he packed as much as your former lover(s)?
Or that your sex life was more exciting?
Do you still want to stay with him?
If the answer to all of these questions is ‘yes’, then this book could be for you. This book will show you how you can turn your husband into a cuckold and how you can become a hotwife. If you follow these guidelines you may well find that you can have your cake and eat it!’
Sam smiled. It was that word, ‘Cuckold’ again. He continued reading.
‘What is a cuckold, or as it is often referred to, a ‘cuck’? Whilst most men will often fantasise about screwing other women, a cuck is different. What turns him on is the thought of other men shafting his own wife. And he will do all he can to make it happen. Ideally the other man, or as he is usually termed, the ‘bull’, will be both bigger and more virile than the husband. If the wife can be persuaded to go with the bull, and then having done so, wants it to continue, she then qualifies as a ‘hotwife’. Such an arrangement is clearly a win/win situation for all concerned. The hotwife is getting all the sex she could ever wish for without jeopardising either her marriage or her lifestyle; the cuck is deriving a vicarious thrill from his wife’s sexual adventures and the bull is enjoying regular sex with a hotwife who is very likely to become increasingly uninhibited.
He looked at the questionnaire again and realised that he fulfilled some of the criteria. Yes, he did like hearing about Julie’s previous sexual escapades, and yes, it did turn him on to know that one of her exes was quite big. And what’s more he had just let her go out on a date, hoping that she might be fondled. It was difficult to draw any other conclusion; he was a potential ‘cuck’’ at the very least.
‘This book provides valuable advice as to how a wife, should train her husband to be a good cuck. It may be a difficult concept to grasp but in reality the cuck will get off by not getting off. He will delight in some sexual abstinence and a degree of offense but to what extent will depend upon the preferences of the involved parties. But the wife should be warned; once she commits to a hotwife lifestyle she may find that she never wants to return to the former one.’
Sam was suddenly aware that he was sporting another erection. He turned to the next page.
‘The first thing for a hotwife to remember is that her pussy belongs to the bull. She should never wear panties, or trousers, when she is with him. Ideally she should depilate all her pubic hair, although a little heart shape or a thin strip on her pubic mound is acceptable, provided that it is kept short. However there should be no hair whatsoever on her labia.
And what had Julie been doing that very afternoon! He continued reading.
‘She should let her bull know that he only has to lift the hem of her short skirt to be able to see or to play with her moist labia lips. The hotwife should think ‘Martini’; ‘any time, any place, anywhere.’
‘Conversely she should reduce the occasions when she has sex with her cuck and make him aware that her bull’s need will always take precedence over his. When her cuck wants to fuck her, she has to be ready with plausible excuses as to why he can’t and should encourage him to masturbate instead. She could for example, tell him that it would arouse her to see him playing with himself. And whilst he is masturbating she can volunteer just how much she loves being fucked by her bull and how wonderful it feels when her pussy is so stretched. She will find that her cuck will come in double-quick time! But whether or not the hotwife consents to him fucking her, she should always be affectionate to her cuck as him feeling secure in the relationship is the key to its success.

‘The hotwife may well find that depriving her cuck of intercourse only serves to make him still more besotted with her. But she should not deprive him altogether; remember he is also her meal ticket. She could let him fuck her on his birthday for example, but then she should insist that he wears a condom, telling him that her pussy must be clean and ready for her bull at all times.

Sam unzipped his trousers, eased out his rigid cock and began to stroke it. Why did this excite him so?

‘She should never miss an opportunity to remind her cuck just how much bigger her bull is. If the cuck is present, she should always make a point of complimenting the bull on his size, and on his sexual prowess. She should tell her bull that she doesn’t want him to wear a condom because she wants to feel him coming inside her. It is especially arousing for the cuck to know that her bull is receiving favours that are specifically denied to him. She should try not to wear any panties after her bull has fucked her but instead enjoy the sensation of his thick seed trickling down her inner thighs. Whenever possible she should present her well-fucked pussy to her cuck and encourage him to clean her up by telling him how talented he is with his tongue. It could be argued that a hotwife should never let her cuck go down on her unless she is full of her bull’s cum. The cuck’s licking and swallowing of this cum from her stretched pussy will underline his utter devotion to her as perhaps nothing else ever could.
That is exactly what Janet had said at the club when that guy Bill, went down on his wife. Sam stood up and removed his trousers and underpants. He looked faintly ridiculous as his erection protruded between the front tails of his shirt. He put his trousers back on and fastened the catch at the waistband. But he did not zip himself up and now had free access to his genitalia. He gently stroked himself as he carried on reading.
‘She knows that he will quickly grow to love the taste of semen and will end up never wanting her any other way. And if the bull is watching, her cuck is likely to enjoy cleaning her up all the more.
‘The relationship between the cuck and the bull is very important. The bull knows he is sexually superior to the cuck so he should try to remain aloof to some extent. He can, for example, insist that the cuck only addresses him as ‘Mr whatever’, or ‘Sir’. The bull can simply say something like ‘cuck’ or ‘boy’ when there is a need to speak to him. The bull’s aloofness is especially important when the cuck’s duties include preparing the bull’s cock prior to him fucking the hotwife, and/or cleaning it up after he has done so. Sucking the bull’s cock is perhaps the most graphic way that the cuck can show his subservience to the bull. And such subservience naturally precludes any real friendship between the two of them. Now and again the hotwife might want to encourage the bull to unload in the cuck’s mouth as this serves to reinpower the latter’s inferiority, especially if she insists that her cuck has to swallow. And in so doing there is the additional benefit that her bull will last even longer when he does fuck her.
He turned to a chapter headed ‘Interracial Sex’.
‘The image of the manicured fingers of a dainty white hand with a wedding ring on show, unable to meet round the thick shaft of a potent black cock that is covered in cascades of thick semen, is both powerful and enduring. Another equally arousing concept is that of the big strong and very well endowed black man fucking a petite blonde. Besides the eroticism inherent in the obvious contrast in skin colour and their respective builds, there is the fascinating question as to how the vagina of the little white wife can accommodate such a huge organ. It may be a myth that the average black man is bigger than his white counterpart, but for a great many cucks the prospect of their wife finding out for herself is exciting to an immeasurable degree.
And who was his wife out with at that very moment? He idly flicked over the pages until he came to a chapter, headed ‘Oral Sex’.
‘Just as the hotwife makes a distinction between the bull and her cuck when it comes to penetrative sex, so should she do for oral. The really keen hotwife should train herself to deep throat her bull (a large dildo can be used for the purpose). But the crucial s******* is to be able to swallow his ejaculate. She should never allow her cuck this privilege. If she is performing with both cuck and bull she should not even consent to sucking the cuck; her mouth is reserved solely for the bull’s tongue or his penis. Once the bull has ejaculated in her mouth she can, if she so wishes, share his load with her cuck.
It was no good; Sam had been gently stroking himself for the past hour and now he needed to come. He put the booklet down, reached into his pocket for a handkerchief and closed his eyes.

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great story keep it up.....
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I love this story. Please keep it going. I just wish that Becky was my wife's best friend.

Simply fantastic. Please continue!
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Chapter 6


Julie and Frank had no trouble finding the other couple when they arrived. They were sitting in the same booth as they had done the previous week. It was again a very convivial evening as they talked and occasionally took to the dance floor. Becky was even less inhibited than she had been before. It was as much the fact that there was now no reamister to conceal their liaimister, as the liberal quantity of holy water she had consumed. She was all over Larry, especially in the privacy of the booth. He responded in a slightly more restrained way, merely placing his arm round her shoulder and allowing his large black hand to cup and to occasionally fondle her breast. Frank, on the other hand was again the perfect gentleman, and had not attempted to take any liberties. He was, perhaps a little overcautious, because Julie, having had several takes herself, was not unaffected by the antics of the other two, the absence of underwear a further reamister for her involuntary lubrication.

Frank and Julie returned to the booth after their latest visit to the dance floor. Only this time as he slid into the seat next to her, under cover of the table, and thus out of sight of the couple opposite, he put his hand on her knee. At any other time she would have been inclined to push his hand away, but in her own aroused state she did nothing of the sort. Besides she reamistered she was only going along with her husband’s entreaties; had he not said that she should spoil him. However her natural reticence precluded her from giving him any hint of encouragement. In fact she gave no outward indication that she was even aware of his hand as she continued in animated conversations with the others.

Becky and Larry turned to kiss each other yet again and Julie took a sip of her take. She was aware that Frank was now gently massaging her lower thigh. She turned to him, not sure whether or not to tell him to stop but before she could speak he took the opportunity to kiss her full on the lips and to slide his hand further up her leg. While she was prepared to let him kiss her, there was no way she could allow him to discover her lack of underwear and she placed a restraining hand over his.

Frank did not attempt to power the issue but instead turned his body to hers. He reached around with his free hand and pulled her closer to him. They shared another passionate kiss and despite her best intentions, she could feel herself getting wetter. They broke their kiss and paused for breath. Julie was somewhat apprehensive as to how Becky might react. She need not have worried; Becky was still locked in an embrace with Larry. She turned to Frank and smiled; a smile that seemed to say, ‘we’re not the only ones!’ Frank picked up his glass and raised it to her.

What Julie could not know was that under cover of the table Becky had already undone Larry’s zip to release his thick black shaft from its confines. She revelled in stroking its rubbery solidity but she was perhaps a little bit too enthusiastic in her endeavours.

Larry pulled away from his companion. “You’d better stop doing that Becky or else I’m gonna end up coming all over the table and that would be such a waste! Let’s go back to your house right now and then I’ll fuck the arse off you!”

Julie could not believe her ears. The next moment she could not believe her eyes! As Larry slid out of the booth and got to his feet, he turned to face the table and disported his long thick black semi hard cock. With an extraordinary degree of nonchalance he eased it back into his trousers and zipped himself up. Becky smiled at her friend’s open-mouthed reaction and then pursed her lips; an unspoken reminder of their earlier discussion when she’d informed her that both of the men were very well endowed. Shortly after, she and Larry said their goodbyes and departed.

Julie could not contain herself. “Did you see that?”

Frank laughed. “It wasn’t that big, Julie.”

“I meant how he didn’t seem to care if anyone saw it poking out of his trousers. Anyway, what did you mean that it wasn’t that big? It looked big enough to me!”

Even though Sam had said she should spoil Frank, Julie had been determined to conduct herself with decorum; she was a happily married woman after all. But everything seemed to be conspiring against such propriety. For a start Larry and Becky had not been able to keep their hands off each other and their sexual excitement was contagious. And when Frank had pressed himself against her during those slow dances she could not fail to be aware of what was obviously a very sizeable organ; her lack of underwear making her feel vulnerable, yet also contributing to her excitement. And what about the way that Larry had flaunted himself in front of her when they had got up to leave! It was by some way the largest penis she’d ever seen. Yet according to Becky Frank was even bigger! It was no wonder that despite her best intentions she had become aroused; aroused enough to remove her restraining hand from his as she turned to kiss him.

He took it as a green light to slide his hand still further up her thigh. Only this time he insinuated his fingers under the thin fabric of the white dress to touch the smooth skin of her inner thigh. Frank’s excitement knew no bounds when he realised she was no longer pressing her legs together. On the contrary, as his fingers crept higher and higher she made herself more and more accessible to him. And then, joy of joys, he reached his goal and discovered she was not wearing any panties! But it got even better; her soft hot and very wet slit was devoid of any pubic hair. He kissed her with even more passion. He was now playing with her clitoris and Julie sensed if she let him continue much longer she would have an orgasm. She did not want to let herself go in such surroundings so she placed her hand over his to stop him. She pulled away to look at him

“I think it’s about time you took me home Frank.”

He kissed her one more time before they got up to leave. As she slid along the bench seat her skirt again rode up. She turned to get to her feet and he caught a glimpse of her hairless pudenda. He had been playing with it for the past ten minutes but seeing it was something else and his cock twitched in anticipation. Once outside the club he placed a protective arm around her as they made their way to his car. He was quite taken with her. She had been bold enough to leave off her underwear, yet she came across as shy and reserved, an additional quality in an already very attractive woman. Moreover she was a genuinely nice girl; she had only come out because she thought he was a serviceman and had wanted to show him her support. Yes, she had allowed him to touch her, but given the circumstances it was hardly surprising.

“Your husband didn’t mind you coming out tonight?”

“No, Frank, not at all. In fact he was quite happy for me to go. He said we should spoil our soldiers.”

He opened the car door for her and as she got in he was treated to another fleeting glimpse of her naked femininity. He got in the other side and put his key in the ignition. “Well I’ve certainly been spoilt,” he laughed, “but I shouldn’t think that you going out commando was what he had in mind.”

“He knows I’ve gone out like this.” She suddenly realised that her words were open to misinterpretation. “But I don’t want you jumping to the wrong conclusion, Frank. He wasn’t giving me the go ahead to have sex with you or anyone else I might fancy. But even if he did, it would be academic anyway because I would never go to bed with someone I hardly know.”

It was with a heavy heart that he put the car in gear and moved off. He had begun to believe that he might just end the evening with his meaty cock lodged balls deep in what he guessed to be a particularly tight little snatch. And now his hopes were dashed. He considered his options, weighing up the pros and cons. Why not just fuck her anyway? Women often say ‘no’ to start with but then change their minds. But supposing she didn’t and he found himself on a **** charge? And there was something else to consider. Julie had just stated that her husband had let her go out on a date, knowing she had no panties on. Could he turn out to be a cuckold too, like Becky’s husband? Why not; he was friends with him after all. Now if that were the case, it would be madness to jeopardise the prospects of getting to shaft her on a regular basis. And it was this latter consideration that prevailed upon him. However, he had one more card to play.

“I can’t say I’m not disappointed Julie, but I do understand. But it’s still been a great evening and I’ll always have fond memories of it.”

His words made her feel guilty. The poor man could soon be facing death yet he would have fond memories of what? An evening with a prick-teaser, that’s what! OK, she had not encouraged him to touch her up, but neither had she stopped him when he had done so. If he was soon to put his life on the line, surely giving him a hand job wasn’t too much to ask. And anyway had not Sam hinted as much? By now they were quite close to her home and just coming up to a small industrial estate a short distance before her turning. At her request he pulled into it and stopped in an unlit area. He switched off the engine and they sat in the dark. The car was silent save for the occasional metallic tick as the engine cooled.

She turned to face him. “Well Frank, let me at least give you something worth remembering!” The next moment they were kissing and the black man was gently kneading her breasts. She placed her hand on his bulge and felt it stiffening. She unfastened the catch at the top of his trousers and then unzipped him. Frank then took over, and raised himself from the seat in order to free himself from his underwear. They were again kissing when she reached out to hold him. Even though she knew he was big, she was utterly unprepared for its thickness when she tried to encompass him. There was a slightly nervous laugh in her voice. “This can’t be for real!”

Frank switched the interior light on. Julie stared at the monster in her hand; at its excessive length, at the large smooth crown, and at his bulky elongated ball sac. It was so thick too; no wonder her fingers could not meet round his shaft. “Good God!” was her involuntary reaction, the shock in her voice evident. It was no wonder that he looked more than pleased with himself as he switched off the light.

In the comfort of the darkness they kissed once more. She slowly stroked his organ, fascinated by its length as well as its thickness. Having become so used to her husband’s modest dimensions it seemed unreal. But it was real enough to respond to her gentle touch and she felt it becoming ever harder. Her husband had suggested that she spoil him and she decided take him at his word.

“Frank,” she murmured, “Let me suck you off.”

He had a big smile on his face as he pushed his seat backwards as far as it would go. “Be my guest.” His pleasure was obvious from the tone of his voice.

She bent down and somewhat nervously opened her mouth to his prodigious cock. The crown was hot, hard and had a taste not in the least unpleasant. It was not dissimilar to the flavour of the shower gel that her husband used. She bathed it with her lips and tongue as she gently stroked his shaft. She then reached between his legs with her other hand and stroked his ball-sac, immediately aware of how much bigger and heavier they were compared to her husband’s.

“That feels sooo good, Julie.” Frank’s voice and emphasis indicated his arousal.

His rate of breathing increased and she guessed he was close to release. There was an immediate confirmation as her mouth was suddenly flooded with hot thick cum. It was too much for her and she instinctively pulled away from it. But she was not quite quick enough, and another spurt hit her full in the face. He continued to ejaculate, arcing further strands of semen into the darkness. When she was satisfied he was finished she let go of him. She opened her handbag, took out a packet of tissues, extracted one and began to wipe her face.

“That was fantastic, Julie. Thank you.”

“I’m glad you liked it, but perhaps next time you could warn me you’re about to come!”

Hang on, he thought, she said, ‘next time’. This was beginning to look quite encouraging. “If you really are prepared to come out again.” he said with a smile, “I promise I will warn you! But if there is to be a next time,” and now he laid his cards on the table, “I intend to fuck you.” He was surprised at his increased heart rate.

“Well thank you for being so candid, Frank.” It sounded as if she was smiling. “But whether or not there is a next time will depend on Sam.”

Her matter of fact response to his bald declaration of sexual intent served only to increase her attraction. Her implication was clear; she seemed to be saying that she would be prepared to go all the way provided her husband did not object. But how could he get her husband on side? Frank had a sudden inspiration.

“Hey Julie, why don’t we all go out to dinner this Friday? That way he could get to know me and then hopefully he wouldn’t mind you and me going out again.” He added an afterthought. “I’ll pay.”

“I’ll ask him, Frank. But if he does agree there’s no way he’ll let you buy us dinner, certainly not on a soldier’s wage. But I’ll phone you whatever he says.”

“That would be great,” he said. His penis was now soft enough to be eased back inside his trousers and he zipped himself up. He turned the ignition key and the engine fired immediately. He switched on the lights and a soft glow illuminated the dashboard.

Julie looked at the clock; it was now a quarter to one. She looked again; some of the numbers appeared to be distorted. And then she realised what had happened; a globule of semen had landed on the concave acrylic dashboard. She smiled to herself when she imagined him having to clean his car.

A short while later she was outside her house. Despite the late hour the downstairs lights were still on. She waited for him to drive off before she opened her front door and stepped inside to find her husband waiting for her.

“I heard his car. I’m glad you’re home Julie. Did you have a nice evening?”

“Yes, I did thanks. He’s a very pleasant man.”

“I’ve just made a coffee; do you want one?”

“Yes, that would be nice. I’ll just want to give my teeth a quick clean …” She turned to enter the cloakroom.

“You’ve got something in your hair, Julie.” He was touching it before she even had a chance to answer. It wasn’t cum, surely. But it looked like cum, and then when he sniffed it, there was no doubting the matter. “Did you know you’ve got cum in your hair?”

Her heart sank. She knew that he would want to know what she had got up to that evening but she had planned to tell when they were in bed together, when she could ensure he was sexually aroused. How would he react when her fingers were not teasing his cock? She was soon to find out.

“You said I ought to spoil him, so I did.”

“Did what?”

“I brought him off, that’s all.”

“That’s all?”

“I didn’t fuck him if that’s what you mean! I gave him a blowjob in the car before he dropped me home. I had intended just to wank him but then I thought he might be going back to Iraq and...”

Sam felt his cock twitching at his wife’s words. A couple of images flashed across his mind; the big black man in the DVD and then Henry the man in the club who had performed with Carla. Both of the black men were very well hung; what about the guy that his wife had just tossed off? He had to know. “So is he bigger than me?” he asked.

She just smiled.

“I take it that that he is quite big then.”

“Big doesn’t begin to describe it, Sam. He’s huge! Anyway I must just clean my teeth.”

She turned to go in the cloakroom but before she could do so her husband enveloped her in his arms and kissed her. He tried to power his tongue between her lips but she was determined to resist. Even though she had nothing to hide she was concerned that there could still be a lingering taste of Frank’s cum and her husband might detect it. Sam, on the other hand, was hoping for that very thing and he all but powerd his tongue into her mouth. He was to be disappointed; there was no tell-tale trace of cum. Nevertheless when Sam repaired to the kitchen to fix a coffee for her, she still disappeared into the cloakroom.

His cock was as hard as a rock as he poured out her coffee. He imagined her dainty white hand trying to encompass her date’s ‘huge’ organ. He recalled the words in the cuck book, ‘She should never miss an opportunity to remind her cuck just how much bigger her bull is.’ Was her choice of words deliberate? Was she just trying to get him excited? If that were the case, she was making a damn fine job it because he had never felt more aroused than he did at that moment.

They were in the lounge with their coffees when Julie volunteered that Frank wanted to meet him and had invited them to dinner.

Sam felt his cock getting harder still. Much more of this he thought, and he would be ejaculating in his trousers. “Well if that’s what he wants, I don’t mind.” He affected nonchalance by making a face.

His posturing didn’t fool his wife for one moment. She had been aware of his arousal the moment he had brought in her coffee and she had also seen the involuntary effect of her words. But there was something else to resolve. “But we can’t let him treat us. It would not be fair on him.”

“No,” he agreed, “not on a soldier’s pay.”

She frowned. “The trouble is we don’t want it to look as if we think he can’t afford it.” Suddenly her face lit up and she expressed the idea she’d had in mind all along. “I know, let’s invite him here for dinner instead, then there won’t be an issue about who’s paying.”

Sam fell for it, hook line and sinker. “You’re right Julie. That’s an excellent idea.”

“I’m glad you think so. I’ll phone him over the weekend. Now, let’s go to bed. It seems to me,” she said, glancing at his bulge, “that we’re both in need of some sexual relief.”

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Chapter 7

Julie had spent the best part of two hours getting ready for the evening. If anything she was even more on edge than she had been the week before and yet there was no reamister why this should be the case. After all she would be meeting Frank on her home territory, literally, and Sam would also be present. For the umpteenth time she checked that she had not missed any hair when she had depilated her pudenda. Satisfied at last she applied a soothing lanolin lotion. She sat at the dressing table, did her hair, varnished her nails and finally applied her make-up. She had one last look in the mirror before calling out to her husband to come upstairs.

“Shall I wear my new green dress again, Sam?” She held it in front of her naked body.

“Yes, why not; it looks good on you and I’m sure your soldier will like it.

“With or without?” She had a coquettish smile on her face.

Sam could already feel his cock getting hard and it really was a no-brainer.
“Without, of course!”

A half hour later Frank arrived holding a big bunch of flowers which he duly presented to Julie after complimenting her on her appearance. A short while later they sat down to eat.

Sam picked up his wine glass and took a sip. He looked over the rim at the man opposite, the man who had still not said why he had wanted to meet him in permister.

Frank was conscious of the rising tension. He had been tempted to raise the subject during the meal but had considered it somewhat impolite. But they had now finished the dessert. “I must compliment you, Julie. That was an excellent meal. And thank you too Sam. It’s very generous of you to invite me, a stranger, to your house.”

“You’re a soldier,” Sam replied, “it’s the least we can do for our armed powers.”

Frank took a deep breath. “And if I weren’t a soldier?”

“Well in that case we wouldn’t be having this discussion would we?” Julie’s answer was completely logical; but it was also completely wrong!

Frank looked from one to the other. “I’m not!”

“What!” Julie sounded shocked

“I’m not a member of the armed powers; never have been.” He was clearly embarrassed. “Look I’m sorry about this but I have to say it wasn’t my idea. Larry only told me a half hour before I met you, Julie.”

“But I even asked you about Iraq.” She had a pained expression on her face.

“Yes, you did, but if you remember I said that I’d rather not talk about it. I didn’t want to have to lie to you so I thought it was better to leave it like that. I really tried not to mislead you, Julie, honestly”

Sam leaned forward. “Perhaps you can tell us what is going on then, Frank?”

“Of course.” He took a mouthful of wine. “Larry is a good friend of mine. Two years or so ago he met Tom and Becky. Shortly afterwards he began to shaft her and he’s been doing so ever since.” He glanced at Julie and then looked straight at her husband. “Now this is not happening behind Tom’s back Sam, not at all. He knows it’s going on; in fact it’s more than that; he actually encourages them. Hell, he even watches them! Tom is a . . .”

“Cuckold!” Sam volunteered with some emphasis.

Having read the ‘Hotwives’ Cuck Book’ Julie was familiar with this term but she was rather surprised that Sam should also be aware of it.

Frank continued. “Yes, that’s the word, Sam. A cuckold is someone who gets turned on watching his wife having sex with another man and that’s certainly the case with Tom. But all three are getting a lot out of it. Tom, of course but then so is Becky who says she’s having the best sex of her life. And Larry, who’s getting to fuck her on a regular basis, is not doing too bad either.” He had a smile on his face, “As you can see, it’s all very civilised.”

Although she already knew about it, hearing Frank describing it to Sam had caused her to juices to flow. But then she had already discovered that going sans underwear dramatically heightened her reaction to any sexual stimulus. And her nipples had suddenly become very prominent too.

Frank took another mouthful of wine. “But what makes this arrangement perfect as far as Larry is concerned is that there is no commitment on his part whatsoever. Don’t misunderstand me, he really cares for Becky but he could never settle down with her, or with anyone else for that matter. He is one of these guys who likes living on his own. So he reckons he’s found the perfect situation.”

“So we all agree Larry’s got it made,” said Sam as put his glass down in a deliberate manner. “And is this what you’re looking for, Frank?”

Julie looked expectantly at him. This was the key question, after all.

“Well my situation is not dissimilar to Larry’s. I’m not the marrying kind either. Well that’s not totally true; you could say I’m married to my work. But I need sexual release like everyone else. I just happened to tell Larry that he seemed to have the best of both worlds and the next time I saw him, he told me he’d organised a date with you, Julie.”

Frank’s demeanour was such that both were inclined to give him the benefit of the doubt. Besides, his account certainly sounded plausible.

Sam glanced at his wife as he spoke. “So, what you have in mind, Frank, is a situation like Larry has with Becky? A situation where you; what was the expression you used?” He paused a moment, “Oh yes, I remember; where you can get to fuck my wife on a regular basis; that was it, wasn’t it?” He gave the impression that he was considering the situation objectively. The reality was rather different, however. Merely verbalising the other man’s designs on his wife was causing him to become erect.

The black man nodded. “Now Sam, you can’t blame me for wanting that, can you?”

Sam hoped his voice would not betray his increasing excitement. “No of course not, Julie’s a very attractive woman.” He looked straight at his wife and she smiled graciously. “But tell me,” he continued, his attention now on Frank once more, “What makes you think I’d be prepared to go along with such an idea?”

“Larry figured that if Tom is that way inclined, you might be too.”

“Well I don’t know what made him think that.” Sam caught Julie staring at him in disbelief, and he sensed she was recalling his own words following the live show.

“Now if you two will excuse me for a moment.” Frank got to his feet and went to the cloakroom.

Julie had a smile on her face. “Larry’s not a bad judge of character, is he?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well it does turn you on, doesn’t it? Thinking of me with someone else, I mean.”

Her husband could hardly disagree, especially with his raging hard on. “So what do you want to do, Julie?”

She took a deep breath. “I’d quite like to give it a go. After all you did seem to be in favour earlier.”

“But how can we be sure it won’t harm our relationship?”

“Why should it harm it, Sam? In Becky’s case it’s been quite the reverse. She’s told me herself that since Larry’s been on the scene, she and Tom have never been closer.”

He did not answer. It was so frustrating. He must have realised it would come down to this key question at some point in the evening; a case of put up, or shut up.

Julie sensed he wanted to go along with it but was reluctant to admit it. Anyway Frank was returning so she decided to let the men have a few moments alone.

“Coffee?” She looked at the two of them.

“Yes please,” both said in unimister.

Julie smiled. As she got up to go into the kitchen she had a brainwave. She knew her husband was more likely to agree to the idea the more sexually aroused he was.

“Sam,” she said in her soft sensuous voice, “Tell Frank about that sex show you went to.” As she walked away the men’s eyes were locked on her perfect derriere.

Sam topped up the three glasses. “To be honest, Frank, I’d never even heard of the place until we went there. It was Tom’s idea; it seems he’s a member. I think it’s called the ‘Checkerboard.’”

Frank briefly wondered why Sam felt the need to explain himself. After all what he got up to was surely his own business. “Yeah, I know it. So what did you think of it?”

“It was very arousing, I have to admit that.”

“What, because it was a black man fucking a white woman, you mean?”

“Yes it was that, but it was also the size of this guy’s cock.”

“Yes, some of us do pack quite a lot of meat, Sam.” It was a none too subtle hint to be sure, but he already knew that his own dick was at least twice the size of Sam’s. He smiled condescendingly. “And did you find yourself wondering how you would feel if it had been Julie who was up there being fucked by him?”

That is exactly what he had done but he was too embarrassed to bring himself to admit it to the other man. But embarrassed or not, there was no denying the delicious eroticism of the moment, as his rigid cock attested. “Well Frank . . .” His words trailed off

Frank sensed his reluctance to admit it. “It’s nothing to be ashamed about, Sam. You’d be surprised how many men would have been thinking exactly that.” He leant forward and stared into the white man’s eyes. “Only in your case Sam, it need not remain a fantasy; it can happen in real life.” He paused. “You only have to give the word.”

“I know.” Sam closed his eyes for a moment and tried to gather his thoughts. Did he really want Frank to fuck his wife? If he didn’t, then why had they invited him to dinner? In his heart he knew how it was likely to end up, so why not go along with it? Perhaps it was just his male pride that prevented him from acknowledging the truth to the other man.

Frank continued. “I want to fuck that delightful little wife of yours Sam, I really do. And do you know what; I think that this is exactly what you want too! It’s just that it’s not that easy to admit, is it?”

“Admit what?” Julie’s return had gone unnoticed by the two men. She was carrying a tray with the coffees.

Frank looked her straight in the eye. “I’ve just told Sam that I would love to fuck you, Julie.” His blatant statement caused a fresh surge of excitement; another copious flow of feminine secretions. “And,” he continued, “I also said that I’m convinced it’s exactly what he wants too.”

Whenever Julie looked back at this particular moment she was always amazed at how calm and measured her response had been. She had merely turned to her husband and asked, “Is Frank right, Sam? Is that what you want?”

Sam’s mouth had suddenly gone dry. He nervously licked his lips and glanced at Frank as he did so. Julie’s unwavering stare disconcerted him. This was a watershed in their marriage. Fantasies about bulls with huge dicks are one thing, but this was no longer a fantasy. Perhaps he should let him fuck her just this once? But what about that saying, ‘Once you go black you never go back’? If she were to have sex with Frank, how could he, her no more than average size husband, ever hope to satisfy her in the future? But wasn’t Frank’s size, let alone colour the major attraction in the first place? And remember Tom had been in just the same position with Becky, hadn’t he? Yet it hadn’t caused any problems to them. It was his raging erection that decided the issue.

“Yes Julie, I suppose it is.” There, he had said it, and there was no going back. Unable to look her in the eye he stared down at his feet.

Her face broke into a broad smile. “Thank you, Sam.”

“It’s OK,” he said with barely a glance at the two of them. In fact he was staring at the tray of coffees. “I’ll get the milk for the coffee.” In her excitement Julie had forgotten it.

“Bring it into the lounge Sam. We’ll be more comfortable there.” She smiled at her husband before nodding to Frank and the two of them got to their feet. As she guided him into the lounge Sam made his way to the kitchen.
He waited while putting on some more coffee and it was some ten minutes later he returned with the milk to find his wife sitting on Frank’s lap; her skirt round her waist and his large brown hand cupping her delightful bare white bum.

He could hardly breathe as he sat down in the chair opposite. He watched as his wife just turned to Frank, pouted her lips and invited him to kiss her. Frank needed no second invitation. In the process her legs had parted and Sam was treated to a view of her bare and no doubt exceedingly wet pussy. The view did not last long; not because she closed her legs, but because Frank’s hand covered it as his forefinger began to trace the wet cleft. They did not kiss for long as both were conscious of Sam’s presence.

Her slightly breathless voice broke the silence. “Are you still all right with this Sam?”

Her husband felt unable to speak and could only nod his agreement. He then ostentatiously drained his cup and promptly changed the subject.
“I’m going to get another coffee. Anyone else want one?”
Frank declined as did Julie. Sam placed his cup and saucer on the otherwise empty tray and stepped into the kitchen. He had just refilled his cup when Julie joined him.

She touched his arm. “Are you sure you’re OK Sam?”

“Yes, of course?” He lied, as his hand shook and he spilt some coffee into the saucer. She took the cup from him and placed it back onto the kitchen counter. They kissed and he took the opportunity to finger her pussy.

“God, you’re so wet, Julie. You really do want him to fuck you, don’t you?”

She looked straight into his eyes.

“Yes, I do Sam, very much indeed. I’m sorry, but I just can’t help myself; I am very attracted to him. He is such a big man.” She smiled. “I’m not just talking about his dick either; I mean he has real presence! The trouble is,” she frowned, “I can’t do it in front of you, Sam; not this first time anyway. I’ll have my work cut out as it is trying to get it inside me. I don’t want to be worrying about how you might react.”

Sam held his wife tight. “So what do you want me to do?”

She reached up to stroke his hair. She was close to tears and blinked quickly in an effort to stop herself crying.

“I’d like you to go to bed and leave us on our own. Do this for me tonight, Sam. I promise it will be different in the future.”

He realised that she had it all planned out. It was his own fault. He had been the one who encouraged her; not that she seemed to need much encouragement. What genie had he let out of the bottle? She had not yet been fucked by him, yet she was already expecting it to be a regular occurrence.

“Is he going to stay the night?”

“I don’t know. I’ve made up the spare room just in case.”

“I presume that’s where you’ll be.”

“We’ll have to see. Now Sam off you go to bed. I’ll say goodnight to Frank for you. In five minutes I’ll come up and say goodnight to you.”

She was as good as her word. Her husband was already in bed when she came in. She bent down to kiss him goodnight and he was afforded the most delectable view of her braless cleavage. She switched off the bedside lamp and turned to leave the room.

“Julie. . .”

“What’s the matter Sam? You’re not scared of the dark now, are you?” There was laughter in her voice.

“No, it was nothing sorry. Goodnight Julie. I do love you.”

“And I love you too. Goodnight Sam.”

She bent down to kiss him again and he hugged her to him, not wanting to let her go. Finally he released her and watched her silhouette as she walked out of their bedroom. He was still prey to doubts about the wisdom of what he was doing, but be that as it may, he remained resolutely erect. He knew he would have to relieve himself in order to relax and felt under the pillow for his handkerchief.

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Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

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Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

wow, what an EXCELLENT story!

My thanks to everyone who has posted comments about this story.

I will post chapter 8 then there will be a short break because I am away for 2 weeks.

There will be a resumption on my return.

Chapter 8


The bedroom was totally dark save only for the soft glow from the digital clock on the dresser. Sam glanced at the time and realised he must have nodded off. There was a low murmuring from the spare room next door.

Her cry of pain made him jump. It was quickly stifled but she sounded as if she was in pain. And then the bed springs began to creak, softly at first and then more loudly. Whilst she might have been doing her best to keep quiet there was no disguising what they were doing. There was no doubt whatsoever that he was fucking her. The noise continued unabated for at least fifteen minutes before he heard Frank groaning as he ejaculated. Sam reached down to grasp his erection ruefully aware that had he been shafting her, he would have lasted five minutes at best. Five minutes? Who was he kidding? On this occasion he was ejaculating in a matter of seconds, having only just managed to unfold his handkerchief.

Sam was still awake when the bedroom door opened.

“Is that you Julie?”

“Sorry if I woke you, Sam. I just wanted to see if you were OK.” She was again silhouetted against the light from the hall only this time she was completely naked.

“Can you come over and sit on the bed for a moment.”

She did as he had asked and as she leant forwards to kiss him, he could smell the other man’s cum. “Are you all right, Sam?”

“I’m fine, but what about you? I heard you cry out earlier.”

“He did hurt me a bit. He didn’t mean to but it’s just that I’m not used to one that size.” She suddenly realised the full implication of her words. “I’m sorry, Sam. I didn’t mean it to come out like that.”

“It’s OK Julie. We both know he’s much bigger.”

“Oh, Sam.” She stroked his hair.

“But you’re all right now?”

“Yes I’m fine now. I’m sorry if I disturbed you.”

“Don’t worry about it. I was only concerned about you. So did you enjoy it then?”

“Oh Sam, I have never felt so full, so stretched.”

He found her words incredibly erotic. He could never have explained why her disclosure, which demeaned him compared to the black man, should turn him on so, but there was no denying the fact.

“I think you’d better go back to him Julie, don’t you?”

“As long as you’re sure you don’t mind.” She sounded genuinely concerned. “What about me giving you a hand job before I go?”

She wasn’t offering to fuck him, he thought, but then the chances were she would not even be able to feel him.

“No don’t worry about that. I can take care of it.”

She leant down and gave him a long lingering kiss. As she finally pulled away he found himself wondering if she had already been kissing his cock.

“We’ll try to keep the noise down Sam but you know what that bed’s like. Anyway, if it is too noisy for you, don’t forget you’ve got your iPod in the bedside cabinet. Goodnight sweetheart.”

She quietly shut the bedroom door and the room was plunged into darkness. She was gone but the lingering aroma of cum attested to her former presence. Her husband mulled over her parting words. She had clearly decided that he would be fucking her again even though his overlarge cock had already hurt her once and could well do so again. It was evident she was drawn to it like a moth to the flame. But could he really blame her? She had said that she’d never felt so full, or so stretched but it was clear that what she really meant was that she’d never felt so satisfied. She was just sparing his feelings.

He would not have described himself as a romantic but he reached out to touch the coverlet where she had just been sitting a moment ago as if to reconnect with her. He was taken by surprise to find it wet and he switched on the bedside lamp. Whilst some of it had soaked into the cotton material, a globule of cum remained in the centre. He had wanted to touch the coverlet because it was a link between him and his wife, but she had only sat on it. The semen on the other hand, had come from her very depths. He could not help himself and pressed his face into the wetness to suck it into his mouth.

An image came to mind; it was of the man at the sex show who was cleaning up his wife after her lover had shot his load inside her. At the time Sam had thought it repugnant, but what had he himself just done? Moreover the other man would have felt his wife’s hand on his head and would have heard her soothing words as he went about his task. Sam, on the other hand had needed no encouragement whatsoever to taste her lover’s semen. And perverse as it might be, it did make him feel closer to her.

He reached for his handkerchief which was still wet from his previous deposit and began to masturbate once more. He could still taste Frank’s cum when he reached his own climax and shot another load. He had already drifted off to relax when the noises from the next room started up again. Julie was doing her utmost to keep her voice down but she could do nothing about the insistent bed springs.

Sam had managed a few hour relax when was awakened by Julie softly calling his name. She was wearing her housecoat and standing next to the bed with a cup of tea in her hand.

“I’ve made this for you, Sam.”

Her husband rubbed his eyes then reached out to take it from her outstretched hand. “Where’s Frank?” he asked before glancing at the clock. It was just after nine.

“Oh, he left about twenty minutes ago. He’s got something on this weekend.”

Sam pulled back the blankets; an unspoken invitation for her to get in bed; and she immediately slipped in beside him. “Well…?” He paused briefly as he stared at her. “How is my little...what’s the expression? Oh, yes; hotwife.” He tried not to appear smug, but with only limited success.

“You’ve read that cuckold book, haven’t you? Do you know I thought so last night because you knew the word cuckold! So when did you read it?”

“That night when you went out with him a second time.”

She turned and kissed him on his cheek. “So does that make you my little cuck?” She did not wait for his answer. “Anyway to answer your question as to how I am, I can tell you in one word...sore!” She gave a rueful smile. “But it was a fantastic night all the same and I do thank you, Sam, for letting me go with him. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world!” The top button of her housecoat came undone as she turned and her left breast popped out.

He immediately noticed the love bite just below the nipple. Sam was already fully erect. “He likes to leave his calling card, does he?”

Julie looked down at her breast. “I didn’t realise what he was doing…”

He placed his tea on the bedside cabinet before gently kissing the bruised flesh. But whilst he was so engaged he was also undoing the cord of her housecoat. The next moment he was pulling it open. He had to see if her pussy would look any different now that someone else had fucked her? In fact there was hardly any indication that it had been pounded by a big throbbing cock for most of the night apart from rather puffy red labia lips. And they were sensitive too as Sam realised when she winced as he gently touched them.

“Sorry Julie, you really are sore, aren’t you?”

“You haven’t seen the size of him!”

“So just how big is he?” Sam was aware that his heartbeat had increased as he waited for her answer.

“He told me that he is almost nine inches.”

“Bloody hell! But hang on though, didn’t you tell me that one of your former boyfriends was quite big too?”

“You mean Alex. Yes, he was quite big but nowhere near the size of Frank. But it’s not only that, Frank can go on for quite a while before he cums ...” She paused as she smiled at her husband. Sam was only too aware that whenever he penetrated his delightful wife he came rather quickly. She squeezed his hand affectionately, as if to reassure him before resuming. “And even though he’s just cum, in next to no time, he’s ready to go again!” She laughed, “He’s really worn me out!”

“So how many times did he fuck you?”

“Four or five times, I think, but we seemed to be doing it half of the night.”

“No wonder you’re sore. Let me kiss it better for you.”

His wife smiled, “You hadn’t better; I’m still quite messy down there!”

“I want to. And anyway, isn’t this what cuckolds are supposed to do? At least that’s what it says in the book!” he laughed. “And since you’re sore, I promise I’ll be gentle.”

Sam was as good as his word, and merely planted the softest kiss on her swollen labia. As he did so he detected the aroma of stale semen. He was suddenly tempted to push his tongue into her opening but given her heightened sensitivity he decided not to. Besides he had other questions for her. He returned to his former position and picked up his cup of tea.

“Tell me about his cock; what’s it like; is he cut?”

“Yes.”

“And how thick is it?”

“I don’t know; I didn’t measure it!”

Sam had an exasperated look. “I know you didn’t. But say compared to mine?”

She reached down and grasped her husband’s erection for a moment before placing her hand in front of his face. Her thumb was touching the first knuckle of her index finger. “That is yours Sam; when I’m holding his, I can’t even touch my thumb.”

Sam wondered why the knowledge of his sexual infe***rity should arouse him so. And he wasn’t finished either. “What about his balls? How big are they?”

“You do seem very interested in him.” She had a playful smile on her face.

“Do I? I was only making conversation,” he lied.

“Well since you ask, yes, they do seem quite big, not that I’m an expert!” She laughed at her own little joke. “But I will say this; he certainly cums a lot. I had to keep going to the loo each time he finished. But,” she smiled at him, “you know what they say; size isn’t everything.”

“Yes I know all about that. But you’re not really saying that if you could wave a magic wand and make mine as big as his, you wouldn’t bother!”

“Yours is fine as it is, Sam.” She reached down a second time. “And it’s nice and hard too. Is that because we’re talking about his size?” Was she gently mocking him?

“I can’t help it if this makes me hard; look he’s fucked you so it’s bound to have an effect on me, Julie.”

“Well it’s certainly had an effect on me!”

“Anyway,” his mouth was suddenly dry when he put his next question to her, “Was this a one-off or are you planning on seeing him again?”

She laughed. “Not too soon I hope. I don’t think my pussy could take any more!” She then became se***us as she looked him straight in the eyes. “He did ask me if I would like to go out with him next Friday. His idea is for us to meet up again with Becky and Larry. I told him I would like that but it would depend upon what you thought about it.”

“So you want to turn me into a cuckold, just like Tom, do you?”

“Well it doesn’t seem to have done them any harm does it?” There was a pause while she collected her thoughts. “Look Sam, whether or not you want to be a cuckold is up to you. All I can say is that if you do, I’d be more than happy to see Frank on a regular basis. You say you’ve read that book, so you know what’s involved.”

Deep down her husband was greatly turned on by this concept; he’d been wanking all night long after all. But he was also aware there were risks. “Yes, I do know; the trouble is how can we be sure we’ll end up like Tom and Becky?”

“Why not speak to Tom about it---see what he’s got to say. Hey, I’ve got an idea! Why not ask him over on Friday when Becky and I meet up with Larry and Frank?”

“So you will be going out with them, then!” It was a statement in a resigned tone of voice rather than a question.

It was clear that she was counting on seeing Frank again despite having just said it depended upon what her husband thought. In her mind the only issue was whether Tom would come round to keep her husband company when she did so. “I can’t see why you won’t agree, Sam. And after last night I think you deserve to be spoilt. Just lie back while I take care of you.”

Sam’s erection was soon engulfed in her hot wet mouth, while her hands caressed his balls. He actually felt proud of himself. He’d come five or six times already but here was, again standing to attention and on the verge of ejaculation, what’s more. But there was still something he needed to ask her and despite his arousal he was still somewhat hesitant as he carefully framed the words, “If you are going to start seeing him on a regular basis Julie, I would like to watch.” The words were no sooner spoken than he was unloading in her hungry mouth.

Later that morning Becky phoned her friend.

“Are you free to talk, Julie?”

“Yes, Sam’s gone to the gym.”

“So how did it go with Frank?”

“Well, he stopped over and now I can hardly walk! Does that answer your question?”

“What, did you spend the whole night with him?”

“Oh my God, yes! And we spent most of it fucking! I’m not joking Becky, I really am sore but I wouldn’t have missed it for the world! It’s everything you said it would be.”

“Don’t worry about being sore, Julie. I was just the same with Larry, but I soon got used to his size and I dare say so will you. And how’s Sam reacted?”

“I think he’s finding it a real turn-on; it certainly looks that way judging by the state of his handkerchiefs!” Julie laughed. “There is something else though, Becky. He seems to be very interested in Frank’s cock and wants to know all about it. Is that normal?”

“Of course it is, Julie. Men are very size conscious so when they know someone is bigger, they are naturally cu***us. Sam is no different, I’m sure. He’s not turning gay if that’s what’s worrying you!”

“Well that’s reassuring, anyway. He also said that he wants to watch us.”

“Again that’s perfectly normal. I’m sure I’ve told you that Tom sometimes watches me and Larry.”

“Well, Sam’s going to get a real shock when he sees how big Frank is!”

“I bet he is! You know, Julie, if he does watch, he may even want to clean you up. That’s what Tom does.”

“What, clean up all that mess!” Her tone was one of disgust but it then she sounded somewhat dubious. “Mind you, thinking about it, he did want to go down on me this morning when I told him I was sore. He said that he wanted to kiss it better.”

“He probably did, but it could also be his way of letting you know that he accepts what you’ve done, Julie. He wants to show his complete and utter devotion to you, and especially if you are ‘messy’ as you put it. I must say, when Tom does it to me. I find it incredibly empowering. But this is all explained in that book I lent you. Haven’t you read it yet?”

“I did read it. And I can see where you’re coming from, but I was a bit put off when I got to that part about the husband cleaning the bull. That seemed gross to me.”

“It isn’t at all. It’s just demonstrating his subservience to the bull and also his gratitude for the pleasure the wife is getting from it.”

Something in the confident manner Becky had responded prompted Julie’s next question. “Has Tom ever sucked Larry, then?” Julie was aware she was becoming wet. She was still sore from the previous night yet she was again becoming aroused. She inwardly smiled at the thought that she might be turning into a nymphomaniac.

“You must promise never to say anything to anyone, Julie, but yes he has.”

“And what did you think of him when he was doing it?”

“I thought he looked rather sweet, actually. The really funny thing though, is that since that first time, whenever he starts to tell me off about something I just recall how he looked with Larry’s cock in his mouth and I can’t help smiling! Anyway, did Frank say anything to you about next week?”

“About going out with you and Larry? Yes he did and I’ve already mentioned it to Sam, but he doesn’t seem very keen on the idea. I wondered about Tom arranging to come round that night. He could keep him company and maybe give him some reassurance.”

“That’s a brilliant idea!” She suddenly laughed down the phone. “Sorry Julie, I can’t help it. I’m just remembering how prudish you sounded the other week and now here you are now working out how best to make Sam a cuckold like Tom.”

“Yes, I know. The only thing I can say in my defence is that when I said that, I hadn’t been with Frank. And now that I have...well, that’s made all the difference!”

“Assuming that’s it’s still on for next week, Julie, I think the plan is for you two to come over to us by cab and to pick us up at about nine. We can go on to the Club *** in the cab. And I’ll talk to Tom in the meantime; if he can come round I’ll get him to bring one of his DVDs. That should certainly help to keep the boys occupied while we’re out. Anyway Julie, have to run; bye”

Julie was deep in thought as she put her mobile down. Sore as she was, she simply could not help herself. She went to the bedroom and lay down on the bed. Her fingers were soon teasing her clitoris and she found herself wondering what it would be like to have hubby licking her clean after her bull had unloaded inside her. But what pushed her over the edge was an image of Frank’s erect cock in front of Sam’s face.

Brilliant work. I love everything about this story, the style, the content, the pace. I guess that I will just have to keep reading these first 8 chapters over and over for the next fortnight.

Wonderful stuff, love the pace and the characters, well done looking forward to the next chapter

Really Nice Job !

I remember reading this nice piece some years ago, and I just loved it considering it as some of my favorites, but now with a good distance from the original, I believe you really have enhanced it in the right places, develping evena better quallity story...

Please keep it going as soon as U can, Im longing to read the rest of this piece

Kudos to you
Rogger Bbit
( Ludo Mentis )

Bump, needs to be near the top

Great work. Thanks.

Love it so far, but permisterally I'd like to not see gay stuff enter into it.

Agree with Mac100

I love how this story is progressing. I'm looking forward to the next chapter. Keep it up!

Chapter 9


Julie had put in for a half-day’s holiday and only worked on that Friday morning. She had agreed to meet Frank at the shopping mall and after a quick bite to eat they went shopping. They were looking for an outfit for her to wear when they went back to the Club *** with Becky and Larry. They had looked in three or four boutiques before they found something that they liked, or perhaps it would be more accurate to say something that Frank particularly liked. She would never have bought it on her own, but Frank was quite persuasive, as indeed was the shop assistant. It was certainly revealing but to be fair, no more revealing than the clothes worn by many of the women who frequented the club. It consisted of a black/white sleeveless check top with a high buttoned neck but which was cut quite low under the arms. When Julie tried it on, it permitted a generous view of the sides of her bra. It looked even better when Frank had her try it on without it. It was coupled with a very short plain grey ra-ra skirt. It would suit a girl with long legs and smooth lean thighs and as such, was absolutely perfect for Julie.

Sam was still at work when the two of them got home. It was an opportunity too good to miss for a man with a powerful sex drive who had been watching this nubile hotwife changing in and out of skimpy clothing. But not wanting to be full of cum before she went out (especially as Frank had asked her to forego any undies on such occasions) Julie gave him a delightful blow job. Frank had no sooner ejaculated than they heard the front door open and Sam calling out, ‘hello’. Julie had to swallow hurriedly while Frank zipped himself up. They both looked a bit guilty as Sam entered the lounge but he effected not to notice. Frank had to smile inwardly as Julie kissed her husband hello. He wondered if the sexy little minx had pushed her tongue in hubby’s unsuspecting mouth.

While Julie put out some sandwiches, Sam served the takes. It all looked very convivial as they sat there making small talk. In answer to Sam’s question Frank informed him that the four of them were going back to the Club ***. This prompted Sam to say that he’d had a phone call from Tom that morning and that he’d suggested coming round to watch the football with him. Julie wondered if they might find themselves watching something entirely different before the evening was out. A short while later she excused herself in order to get ready.

“Your wife is one hot little lady, Sam,” the big black man volunteered as he stated at him over his take.

There was a rueful smile on Sam’s face. “She certainly seems to be, Frank although I think you might have had something to do with it.” He was reluctant to say anymore, but the fact was that ever since she had been on the end of that huge cock of his, she was a changed woman.

“Anyway, I’d better get showered now. Thanks for the take, Sam.” The big man got to his feet and amred out. The room suddenly seemed very empty.

Sam swirled his remaining gin and tonic as he pondered the situation. Despite the noise of the shower pump and the muffled footsteps from the bedroom above he felt quite alone. It was a good job that Tom was coming round. And yet if it was not for Tom, he might not be in this situation; none of this would have happened. Or would it? There was no denying he found it all highly erotic but would there be a price to pay? Anyway this was hardly the right time for second thoughts, not when the two of them were getting ready to go out together. He speculated that they might even be naked in each other’s presence at this very moment! They were using the en-suite in the main bedroom as there had been a problem with the shower in the guest room. Since Frank was stopping over, Sam had agreed to his wife’s suggestion that it made sense for the two of them to relax (if that was the operative word) in the main bedroom (and thus the marital bed!) rather than be continually fetching and carrying clothes from one bedroom to the other. Sam would thus relax in the guest room.

He was still deep in thought when the lounge door opened and his wife entered. Sam turned to face his wife and as she walked to the sofa and reached for her gin and tonic the surprise on his face was evident.

“Can you freshen it up for me please Sam?” She cooed. As she held out her glass he could see most of her right breast; only the nipple was covered but even so, that was obvious from the front as it pushed vainly against the thin material of her top. She had on the shortest skirt he had ever seen her wear. When she sat down he could see right up to her bare pudenda. It was still unseamisterably warm so she had not bothered with nylons. Her ensemble was completed by a pair of strappy high heels.

“I thought you were going out tonight,” he said, the surprise in his voice evident.

“I am,” she smiled sweetly at him.

“What dressed like that; I can see everything!”

“Don’t worry; it’s quite dark at the club and I won’t be the only one like this I promise you.”

A waft of aftershave indicated that a freshly showered and immaculate looking Frank had returned, “Julie, I think you look absolutely gorgeous!” His deep voice remisterated in the room.

She did indeed look gorgeous and had she not been his wife Sam would have reacted like any other normal red reded male. But she was his wife. He could hardly credit how she had changed since Frank had appeared on the scene. It was hard to reconcile a woman who would now go out in such short skirts sans underwear with the one who had once been reluctant to go topless on the beach. She had been without panties on her first date of course, but she had tried to be discreet and had kept her legs pressed together whenever she sat down. However, now knowing that Frank loved her like this, she was no longer worried that someone else might see. In fact, this only added to her sexual frismister. And strange as it might appear, given the fact that her husband was intimately acquainted with every part of her delectable body, she found it just as erotic to be flaunting herself in front of him, too. She was not displeased therefore when he asked if he could take her picture on his mobile phone. He too found it arousing although this perhaps had more to do with the concept of forbidden fruit. Julie was not to be his for at least the next twelve hours; she belonged to Frank, or at least her hot juicy pussy did.

Frank suggested that Sam also take one of the two of them together. Julie stood up and Frank extended a protective arm around her. His gesture was not just protective; it was also opportunistic because he gently eased his hand inside the low cut armhole in order to cup her bare breast and held it there as Sam took a couple of photos. Julie squealed in laughter but did not make him remove his hand. Just then the doorbell ring; the cab had arrived. Julie picked up her short bolero jacket, kissed her husband goodbye and walked to the front door. As Frank followed her he lifted the hem of her short skirt to reveal her bare bottom and gave it a gentle squeeze. As he did so, he turned and winked at her husband. Frank saw them get in the cab, a stretched limo, and then watched it drive away. He shut the street door and went back into the lounge. The half-empty glasses were a mute reminder of the laughter that had filled the room a just short while before.

Chapter 10

Now the house really was empty. He picked up his mobile stared at the pictures he’d just taken. His slender wife looked so fragile as she stood alongside Frank. It was obvious in both photos that his hand was under her blouse. He looked again; there was an outline of a very impressive cock too. He then scrolled back to the first photo; the one where Julie was sitting on the sofa. She had a captivating smile but it was her long legs that commanded his attention. They seemed even longer from this angle and the flash had illuminated her complete absence of underwear. He could even see her labia lips. He wondered how many other men would thrill to this sight or catch a glimpse of her full breasts before the night was out. Sam was not to know it but Larry would be the first. The rear seats of the limo faced each other so Larry would cop such views for the best part of an hour as the four of them luxuriated in the plush upholstery. Frank would not be doing too badly either as Becky would also be commando!

He switched the TV on and watched the closing stages of a football match but he could not concentrate on the game. He was experiencing a whole range of emotions. There was no doubt there was a delicious eroticism to the situation but there was also a degree of anxiety that his sexual relationship with his wife might never be the same again. Her being out did not make it any easier for him, either. Perhaps being cuckolded was easier to accept if it occurred at home. The doorbell brought his rueful introspection to an end. It was Tom and he was carrying some cans of beer. On top of the beer was a plain black DVD case.

Sam’s dark mood began to lift the moment Tom arrived. And now, a beer and a half later they were chatting like the old friends that they were. But despite the football and the beer there was an elephant in the room; the as yet unspoken matter that their wives were out with the two black men. It was Tom that finally broached the subject.

“I saw Julie earlier when they came round to collect Becky and Larry. I must say that she looked terrific.” He smiled at his friend over his glass.

“You’re right; she did look good, Tom. I doubt Frank will be able to keep his hands off her. I certainly wouldn’t!” Sam did not sound very happy about it.

Tom picked up the vibe and turned serious. “Are you having second thoughts about all this?”

“A bit late for that now, I reckon.”

“Look I know what you’re going through, Sam. I was no different. We all start off being very aroused but then the doubts kick in. But, look, if you are strongly against it, call a halt to it. You’re not too far down the track; she’s not been fucking him for long, after all.”

Sam felt his cock twitch at Tom’s bald, yet highly erotic statement of fact. And therein lay his dilemma. Julie’s fucking Frank was a huge turn-on, and yet... He took a mouthful of beer. “So how did you resolve it then, Tom?”

“I suppose it all boils down to trust in the end. We discussed it and established a system which has worked out fine for all three of us. Of course it helped that we both knew Larry before this started. He used to work with Becky and me. In fact, it was Becky who the driving power behind this in the first place. She’d heard from someone or other that he was really big. Well she’s always been a size queen and that was that! We are speaking in confidence, Sam. This has to stay within these walls.”

“Of course, Tom! I’m hardly likely to tell everyone that our wives are addicted to black cock, am I?” His comment was a bit harsh on his own wife, Julie, but fairly accurate as far as Becky was concerned. He took a swig of his beer. “Anyway, what is this system of yours?”

“Larry knows that he can fuck Becky as often as he wants. Friday night is always set aside for him. And he has other nights too but they are usually arranged in advance. That’s because if we know he has got her the following night I don’t cum inside her. She wants to ensure her cunt is totally perfect for him.” He laughed. “Never let anyone say that Becky doesn’t pride herself on her customer service! But seriously, that’s how it works. And all we ask for in return is that he doesn’t fuck anyone else.”

“I can see why it works for the two of them, but what do you get out of it Tom?”

“I can’t believe I’m telling you this Sam.” He stared briefly at his friend. “But you have given me your word that this stays between us and I trust you. In answer to your question the fact is I just love seeing her with Larry. He has a fantastic cock and I just adore seeing her on the end of it. Sometimes she gets so carried away when he is shafting her that she’s like a different permister. It’s weird, but it excites me to know that he can take her to sexual highs that she could never ever experience with me. And then to see her when she is totally open and fucked out---with his cum oozing out of her---well, to me she’s never looks more desirable. But, as I say, I’m weird.”

Weird or not Sam too found himself relating to what his friend had just volunteered. He recalled watching that woman at the club being shafted by that well endowed black guy. When he had finally cum in her he left her in exactly the same condition. What was her name...Carla, yes that was it. And what had her husband done? He’d immediately gone down on her in order to lick her clean. The hostess had told him it was ‘a measure of his love for her’. It was no good; he had to ask. “So do you clean her up, Tom?”

His friend looked at him for a moment without saying anything. “Yes I do,” he finally admitted, his embarrassment evident. “I do it because it really makes me feel close to her.”

Sam was suddenly aware he was tenting his trousers and he rapidly adjusted himself. In fact both men were erect. Sam sensed this was the only time he could ever broach the next subject. “You know that book about cuckolds that Becky lent Julie? Well I read that the cuck sometimes cleans the bull after he’s fucked his wife,” he stared at his friend. “Is that what you do too?”

Tom averted his eyes. “Yes, I have done it on occasion.” His mood of resignation suddenly changed and there was now defiance in his tone. “I haven’t turned gay if that’s what you’re thinking, Sam. I think of it as paying homage to it. When I suck it I’m showing my own gratitude for Becky’s pleasure.”

“Look Tom. I’ve known you long enough to know you’re not gay, for Heaven’s sake. Although,” he raised his eyebrows at his friend, “until we went to that Checkerboard club I had no idea you were into this. So how long has it been going on?”

“About three years.”

“Bloody hell Tom!” Sam laughed in a good natured way at his friend. But if truth be told, he remained aroused by their intimate discussion.

“As you can see it hasn’t done Becky and me any harm and there’s no reamister why you and Julie should be any different.”

“Are you saying it has made absolutely no difference to the two of you?”

“Actually it has made one difference; because of Larry’s size Becky is nowhere near as tight as she once was. Nowadays she can hardly feel me when I fuck her. So if Julie does fuck Frank on a regular basis you may well end up with the same problem. I say problem, but that’s not really a problem for me because I can wank as often as I want!”

Sam was again fully erect and had to adjust himself once more. Why on Earth should he get excited at the prospect of his wife no longer being able to feel him? “Do you wank when you’re watching them Tom?”

“Of course I do. How could I do otherwise? In fact if we carry on talking like this....” His unspoken words said it all and he gave a sheepish laugh. “Anyway I hope you feel a bit more relaxed about things now.”

“I’m still not sure, Tom. I just never expected this to happen, that’s all. And it does take some getting used to.”

“But I do recall you saying that you liked that DVD I lent you, Sam. That was on a similar theme; a big black cock, a pretty little blonde and a little guy with no more than an average size dick as her husband.”

“Yes I did but it was in German so I didn’t understand what was going on.”

“I’ve brought one with me that’s in English. We can watch that if you want.”

“Yeah, why not? I’ll get some more beers while you set it up, Tom.”

The DVD was in ‘pause’ mode when Sam returned with the takes and placed them on the coffee table. Tom had already turned the ceiling light off and the only illumination in the room was provided by an adjacent standard lamp. As Sam sat down Tom restarted the film.

It was rather devoid of a plot line. It opened with a wife bemoaning the sexual inadequacy of her husband before there was a ring on the doorbell. The wife answered it and returned to the lounge with a large black man in tow. The two of them sat down side by side on the sofa, opposite the husband.

It wasn’t too long before the wife had unzipped the black man and had eased out his huge semi-hard cut cock. But what the film lacked in plausibility was more than compensated by the attractiveness of the three stars. The wife was a petite young brunette with pert young breasts, whilst the husband was singularly good-looking. He wasn’t rugged but neither was he effeminate in any way. In fact, were it not for the film, they would have seemed a perfectly normal young couple. But they were in a film and it was not long before they were all naked. Not only did the black man have a much bigger cock than the husband, he was also much more powerfully built.

Soon the wife was sucking the black man with real enthusiasm. She broke off to instruct her husband to sit next to the bull. She told him she wanted him to have a closer look at a ‘real man’ as she put it. Hubby did as he was told and his wife resumed her ministrations on the potent black penis. She stopped once more, only this time it was to kiss her husband. His tongue was immediately in her mouth, as if seeking out any trace of the bull’s cock. They broke the kiss and the wife went back to the job in hand, licking the whole length of the bull’s shaft whilst caressing his heavy balls. She then held it by the base and with a quizzical look on her face presented the powerful organ to her husband. He gave the impression that he was not minded to accept her kind invitation so she reached round the back of his head with her free hand and powerd it downwards. In truth she did not need to apply much power and the next moment he opened his mouth to the glistening crown of the bull.

Sam was somewhat embarrassed to find himself turned on by such a scene. Moreover his embarrassment was compounded by the fact that another male was present. Had he been alone he may well have unzipped and stroked, but alas, he was not. Sam’s peripheral vision detected some movement. Tom, seemingly engrossed in the film, was gently stroking himself through his trousers. Unabashed, Tom did not desist as he turned to Sam, and with a smile on his face, asked him if he was enjoying the film so far. In reality Tom did not need to ask as he had already noticed the bulge on his friend’s trousers.

Sam was non-committal. “It’s certainly different Tom, I’ll say that.”

There was a change of position on the screen. The wife was now straddling the bull with her back towards him and slowly impaling herself on the huge black cock. Sam again found himself wondering how such a petite woman could accommodate such an impressive organ. Hubby was now on the floor between the bull’s parted thighs and in position to lick his screen wife’s clit as she rode it. Clever camera work revealed that hubby was also licking the black shaft on occasion. At one point the bull slipped out and hubby was instructed by his wife to suck it before re-inserting it. Sam sensed that hubby would have done so even without the wife’s instruction. His instinct was proved to be correct because the next time the bull slipped out of her, hubby took it into his mouth instantly.

Sam glanced at Tom and saw that he must have had surreptitiously unzipped, because his hand was now inside his trousers. He was gently stroking but was clearly restricted in his movement. Sam decided he would do likewise but his unzipping happened to coincide with a quiet moment in the film with the result that his friend heard and glanced across to see what he was doing.

Having seen that Sam was becoming more and more aroused, Tom felt less apprehensive when he finally spoke. “I hope you don’t mind, Sam but I’m gonna have to get mine out. I’ve got to stroke it.”

“Go ahead.” Sam tried to appear as if he were concentrating on the film but he could not resist the odd glance at Tom, who was now happily stroking his erection. It seemed weird to Sam to see his best friend wanking. He’d seen his cock before of course, they showered after football, but he had never seen it erect. It might have seemed weird but there was no denying it was also arousing and Sam could no long desist from the doing the same. Now both were masturbating as they watched the film. They glanced at each other and both had a somewhat sheepish look. But any embarrassment was reducing with every passing minute. It was after all, a perfectly natural thing to be doing, had they been alone. Anticipating his imminent release, Tom pulled a fresh white handkerchief from his trouser pocket.

The couple in the film again changed position. She was now sitting on the sofa, legs splayed, while her black bull was fucking her with real power. It was clear that he meant to cum. Hubby was on his knees next to them gently stroking his wife’s leg, feeling the shock wave that suffused her body under the bull’s furious onslaught. Suddenly the black man tensed and pushed into her as deep as he could. It was obvious that he was unloading. A moment or so later he withdrew a sticky fat cum coated cock from her depths and instructed hubby to clean it. Hubby immediately complied and took as much as he could in his mouth. But he also kept an eye on his wife’s open hole and as soon as he saw ejaculate appearing from her depths he pounced. The bull told him to ‘clean her good’, an encouragement that was neither grammatically correct nor necessary since hubby seemed determined to lick up every last drop.

“Is that what you do, Tom, after Becky’s been fucked?” asked Sam. The man in the film was now alternating between wife and lover.

“Yes, I do. And it is so fucking horny!” Tom could never have imagined talking about this, even to his best friend, but since Sam was now in the same boat, he felt able to reveal secrets that would never have been dragged from him otherwise. Whether or not it was a direct result of making this revelation, the next moment Tom was ejaculating.

That was enough for Sam and it pushed him over the edge too. Lacking the foresight shown by his friend he had neither handkerchief nor tissues and had to cum in his hand. But he was not able to prevent a wad of cum from landing on his dark blue trousers. Having both cum it would not have been surprising had both felt a degree of embarrassment and had elected to zip up. However, the video was still playing, and neither felt any such need. Sam was thus not in the least bit embarrassed when he stood in front of his friend offering him a beer, whilst cum was continuing to ooze out of his own slowly softening cock.

“You’ve got a nice cleaning bill to come Sam,” his friend said, a smile playing on his lips. “So what did you think of the film? Could you do what that hubby did?”

“No, I don’t think so.” Sam lied. Tom might have believed him were it not for the involuntary twitch of Sam’s penis. However he said nothing and the two of them carried on chatting while Sam returned to his seat

“Can I ask you a permisteral question now, Tom?” His friend nodded in assent. Do you ever get embarrassed cleaning Becky’s bull while she watches you?”

Tom’s answer took him by surprise. “Not in the least. It just makes me and Becky feel even closer.” He pointed to his modest size cock. “Let’s be honest, I’m hardly going to satisfy her with this, am I? The fact is when I suck Larry she knows it’s because I’m delighted he’s able to give her what I can’t. It’s also a sign that I acknowledge his superiority.”

Sam listened in silence concentrating on what his friend said and blissfully unaware that he was idly playing with himself. “You’ve must have read that cuckold book?”

“Of course! In fact I’ve read it two or three times.”

“So how do you address him? I mean do you call him Mr. or Sir?”

“We don’t bother with any of that Sam. We worked together, remember?”

The conversation drifted on to sporting matters and Arsenal’s chances of progressing to the semi-finals of the Champions League. Neither realised how incongruous they looked discussing such matters whilst their dicks were fully on show. Sam’s attention did wander for a moment. Whilst he could never have broached the subject he did find himself wondering how he might have responded had his friend suggested that they stroke each other.

Both men finally zipped up when Sam made the coffees. They finished them and Tom stood up leave. The two men shook hands; neither apparently concerned that they had each been playing with themselves using the same hand.

Half an hour later, Sam was tucked up in bed and again stroking. He was still aroused at the images of the film they had watched. But now it was his wife, Julie, who was starring in the film and he was playing the part of the cucked husband. It did not take long for him to cum.