'A Cuckold's Awakening'

Outstanding work again!
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Very good !

excellent story and very well written. please keep up the post I really look forward to it.

sallyann

This is hot and very erm....stimulating.

This was 15 years ago,I had just cucked Billy (hubby) he didnt know I had to go back to Ohio for a funeral of a close friend. I was trying to sort every thing outin my mind..Billy stayed back in Calif I had a few hours till my connecting flite in Ohara. Was at the bar slowly getting takes..A really asttractive man was looking at me and I fealt his eyes on me, caressing my body..Damn he was bold.He came over wispered in my ear "you look really lonely come with me" He took my hand we went to a motel a few miles away,I spent the night making love to him over and over again,didnt get any relax missed my flight but it was totally worth it.Never got his name felt like a slut and would do it again.Any one else ever do any thing else similar..?

Chapter 11


Sam was awakened by the sound of Julie’s giggling and it was obvious that she’d had a take was just a little the worse for wear. Less apparent to her husband was the fact that she was also very sexually aroused. Frank had been touching her up for most of the evening. Her beau had no sooner entered the room than she turned to him, put her arms around his neck and subjected him to a long passionate kiss. In so doing her short ra-ra skirt rode up and her pert bare bottom was revealed. But not for long, because his hands were soon cupping the cheeks and his thick black fingers were pressing into the soft white flesh. Her hands were also busy; nimble fingers unzipping him and managing to release his rapidly hardening dick from its confines.

Sam heard her telling Frank how much she wanted his cock. In the silence that followed he rightly surmised that she now had her mouth full.

“Julie!” the black man affected mock outrage, “Can’t you even wait until we get into bed!”

He heard the creaking as they came up the stairs, her further giggling, their somewhat inconsiderate noisily shutting of the bedroom door and then after a short pause, the squeaking of the bedsprings and then of his wife’s not entirely successful attempts to suppress the sounds of her growing sexual arousal. He found himself masturbating for the third time that evening. They were still at it when he finally unloaded and he dropped off at once; the combination of blissful sexual release and of holy water proving very efficacious.

It was some six hours later that Sam woke to another day. But it was to the same sounds he had heard the night before. His watch showed that it had just gone eight-thirty. It was maybe another half hour before there was one final loud groan from his wife and the repetitive creak of the bed springs ceased. He could not help but grasp his rock-hard cock. He toyed with the idea of yet another wank but decided he would postpone it until he had made them a cup of tea instead. He got out of bed and put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

A few minutes later he was ascending the stairs with a tray containing three cups of tea and some biscuits. He inwardly smiled at the thought that Frank really owed him. It wasn’t just because he’d made his wife available to him, and that he’d also had overnight use of the master bedroom. It wasn’t even that the master of the house had now made him a cup of tea. It was because he was now about to offer him his favourite biscuits, genuine Highland shortbreads!

He knocked on the bedroom door and his wife bade him enter. Julie was sitting up in bed, her breasts on show and a fresh love bite clearly visible on one of them. However the man who had marked her was nowhere to be seen. He was showering in the en-suite bathroom; Sam could hear the low hum of the shower pump. But that was not all he could detect; there was also a pervasive odour of cum in the bedroom. Julie stifled a yawn as she took the cup from his outstretched hand.

“I presume you’ve managed to get some relax, Julie?” her husband seemed genuinely solicitous.

“Not that much,” she replied with a frown on her face, “he’s very demanding.” A smile suddenly appeared. “Not that I’m complaining!” The shower pump had stopped and the room was quiet.

“And what about when you went out last night?”

“Yes that was good too, thanks, but it was a bit embarrassing when Frank was jiving with me. My skirt was far too short so when he twirled me round....” her voice trailed away.

“What? People saw your bare bum?”

“Some must have done,” she laughed, “I certainly had two guys smiling at me when we left the floor.”

“You probably made their night, Julie. Anyway why did you find that embarrassing? I thought you said nearly everyone would be wearing next to nothing.”

Before she could answer the en-suite bathroom door opened and a completely naked Frank appeared. Sam couldn’t help himself; his attention was immediately drawn to his long thick cut black cock as it hung down in front of an elongated full scrotum. It was easily the most impressive organ that Sam had ever seen and it wasn’t even fully hard! But it wasn’t just his genitals, the man exuded power. He only had to look at the man’s prominent biceps, his well delineated stomach muscles and his big strong thighs. Clearly he worked out on a regular basis.

“Jesus!” Sam couldn’t help himself and his incredulous tone said it all. “You weren’t kidding me, were you Frank?” He looked up to make eye contact with him.

He smiled, “What, when I said that some of us pack a lot of meat? No, Sam I wasn’t. Now you know what a real man looks like. And your wife now knows what one feels like!” He stared directly at her as he began to get dressed, starting with a short sleeved shirt.

“I never imagined...” Her husband’s words tailed off as he wondered how on Earth she was able to accommodate such a size. The very thought prompted his cock to stiffen and it began to tent his shorts. He quickly placed the tray on the bedside cabinet and sat down on the bed, so as to conceal his growing excitement.

Julie sensed her husband’s self-consciousness and sought to change the subject. “Sam’s made us a cup of tea, Frank. It’s here on the tray. There’re some biscuits too.”

By now Frank had put his socks on but was otherwise still naked below the waist. As he leaned across to pick up the cup his dangling cock was no more than a few inches from Sam’s face and it was obvious he was deliberately flaunting his vastly superior manhood. He drank some tea before replacing the cup on the tray.

“Nice cup of tea, thanks. Now Julie, I really have to go; I’m already running late.” He bent down to kiss her. It was actually quite a chaste kiss, and Sam assumed it was because her lover did not want to further rub his nose in it so to speak. In fact it was because he had no time; even though it was a Saturday he had a business meeting to attend. But late or not, it did not discourage Julie from playfully squeezing his shaft as they parted. After quickly donning the rest of his clothes Frank stood at the bedroom door.

“I’ll see you on Friday, Julie. I’ll let myself out Sam, don’t worry.” And then, as he was almost out the bedroom door, there was another comment. “I hope you’re going to clean her up, Sam!” Although Frank had a smile on his face, Sam sensed that the black man was asserting his authority.

They heard the front door slam and then a silence descended.

“You don’t have to, Sam. It was his idea, not mine.” His wife’s soothing tone sought to reassure him that cleaning her was not mandatory.

“But what if I want to?” How could he not want to try for himself that which he had seen in real-life as well as on screen?

“Well, in that case I won’t stop you, but please be gentle. Now that you’ve seen the size of him you’ll understand I’m quite tender.” With that she pulled the coverlet from her body.

She was actually lying on a towel and Frank could see that it was already wet from her secretions. He also noticed how open she was and how puffy her labia lips were. He quickly took his shorts off and positioned himself between her now parted thighs in such a way that he could see her face. The odour of cum was overwhelming and she was continuing to leak. Be that as it may, he was determined to taste her.

“It does look well-used, Julie.”

His wife giggled. “You’re not surprised, are you?”

“Was it as good as that first time?” He looked expectantly at her as he waited for her reply.

“Actually Sam, it was even better because I knew what to expect this time. It’s hard to describe but I just love the sensation when he is inside me. I feel so stretched, it’s unbelievable. I don’t think I’m going to be able to give this up. Do you realise that?”

Before he could reply a small globule of semen now appeared at her opening. Sam knew it was now or never. He stuck out his tongue and in a tentative gesture, tasted the milky viscous liquid. It was somewhat acrid, for sure, but after the second taste it seemed less so. Unbidden, Tom’s words came back to him; ‘Becky never looks more desirable than when she has another man’s cum oozing out of her.’ He now knew exactly what he meant. He immediately buried his face in his wife’s open wetness revelling in the knowledge that he was lapping up another man’s tribute to his wife’s sexiness. Yes there was no denying the cummy taste but it was not unpleasant. He recalled that the Cuck book had said something about the husband getting used to his wife’s pussy always tasting of her bull’s semen. It was amazing, he thought, how prescient this book was turning out to be. And if that wasn’t enough, Julie was moaning softly to him and squirming under his oral caresses. A short while later she was in the throes of yet another orgasm. As she slowly recovered Sam became aware that he had also ejaculated and yet he had not even touched himself.

It was uncanny; it was exactly as Tom had indicated. Having worshipped at her altar he really did feel incredibly close to his wife even though this altar contained the evidence of another man’s offering. Perhaps it was just as well that he felt so content showing his love for her in such a manner. For according to the book there was a chance that fucking her was likely to be restricted to in the future, and on the rare occasions when it was permitted, he would find it stretched to such a degree that his own pleasurable sensations would inevitably be compromised.

They were in no hurry to get up as they lay side by side in their marital bed.
“That was fantastic, Julie.”

“What, you really liked cleaning me up?” She sounded surprised.

“Yes I did; it just made me feel so close to you.”

His words pleased her and she cuddled him. “Do I taste of Frank’s cum?”

“Yes you do, but you still taste lovely.”

His unequivocal answer brought another contented smile to her face. “So did you and Tom have a nice time too?” she cooed.

“Yes, it was OK.”

She sensed his reluctance to say more. “So what did you get up to?”

“We had a chat about a few things then we watched a DVD.”

“So what was it about?”

“It was quite apt really. There was a wife, her cuckold husband and a black bull with a big cock. At least I thought it was big, but then I saw your man this morning.” He laughed.

“Did it make you hard?” She now grasped his soft cock and it immediately began to respond to her caresses.

“Of course.”

“So what did you do about it?” She was determined to tease out the whole account.

“We ended up having a mutual wank!” He had a sheepish expression on his face as he looked away from her.

“Really?” She again sounded surprised. “What, in front of each other?”

“Yes, but that was all we did; we just wanked. Mind you the husband in the film sucked the bull.”

“Did he?”

“Yes, he was licking his wife while the bull was shafting her and then he would suck it when it slipped out of her. And once the bull came inside his wife, he cleaned them both up.”

“And did you like that bit?”

“It was OK.” He was not telling the whole truth. It was more than OK. In fact, it was this particular scene that had triggered his first ejaculation of the night but it was understandable that her husband did not want to volunteer this little snippet of information.

“Could you imagine doing that to Frank and me?”

“I haven’t thought about it.” It was a lie. That was the exact fantasy he’d wanked over when he finally went to bed.

Julie guessed he was not telling the truth because the twitching of his exceedingly hard cock served as a very efficient lie detector. She changed the subject. “What do you think about him?”

“Frank? He seems a nice enough guy. And he’s certainly got a hell of a dick on him!

“You noticed then?” She had a playful smile on her lips.

“I could hardly miss it! He was waving it around in front of my face! Anyway why do you ask?”

“Well he says he wants a long term relationship with us and for that to happen you need to be just as content with this arrangement as I am. He didn’t want to say anything when he came round to dinner but he has since told me that he’s been a bull before. It lasted five years with the other couple and it only ended when they had to go abroad because of hubby’s job.”

“If he wants a long term relationship why doesn’t he just find someone and get married?”

“He doesn’t want the responsibility, Sam. He comes from a broken home himself. He doesn’t want a wife, doesn’t want kids---in fact he’s thinking of getting snipped---he just wants some permanence without any responsibility. I’m not sure I can explain it any better than that. He wants to talk to you over the weekend. He’ll be here on Friday afternoon. For once he doesn’t have to work on Saturday so he’s going to stay till Sunday.”

“Jesus, Julie. How will you be able to cope with being fucked by him for two and half days? You won’t be able to walk!” He chortled briefly but then became serious. “So he wants to know if I’m content; it certainly seems like you are.”

“You’re absolutely right, I am. I mean how could I not be?” She looked apprehensive. “Look I don’t want to hurt your feelings, Sam, but the truth is sex with Frank is simply out of this world. I have honestly never felt more satisfied. If I can have him for sex and you for everything else, I would be one very happy lady.” Julie found it very reassuring to feel her husband’s cock twitching in her hand.

Certainly Sam had found his wife’s statement exciting, but again he couldn’t rationalise why this should be. It was strange enough being aroused at the thought of his wife’s infidelity, but he had to be a real weirdo if his wife commenting on the other man’s sexual superiority turned him on even more.

“So you will have a chat with him then?” She assumed a serious tone.

“Yes if we get the opportunity, Julie.”

“You may well have a chance on Friday, Sam, because I’ll be at the hairdresser’s that afternoon.”

It appeared she had thought of everything. “OK,” he conceded, “If that’s what he wants.” Another thought then occurred to him. She had made these arrangements for the coming weekend yet had not even consulted with him. He ought to have been a bit miffed but any irritation was mitigated by his growing sexual excitement. However there was one thing he needed to resolve. His wife’s black lover was likely to spend the entire weekend fucking her in the marital bed, yet he did not even know his full name.

She smiled as she answered his question. “It’s quite fitting really, Sam; it’s Wood, Frank Wood! Now would you like me to suck you off?”

Simply Fantastic. Thank you!
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Just gets better and better, well done

Chapter 12

As expected Julie was at the hairdresser’s when Frank arrived in the late afternoon the following Friday. As he was staying until Sunday he’d brought an overnight case with him and he left this in the hall while Sam opened a couple of cans of beer. They were sitting in the lounge takeing and chatting about the weekend’s football matches when there was a pause in their conversation.

“Frank,” Sam tried to act as if the thought had just occurred to him, whereas it had been ever present since the other man’s arrival, “Julie mentioned you wanted to talk to me.”

“Yes, I do Sam. I suppose the first thing to say is that I really like your wife. Not only is she lovely to look at but she really is a fantastic fuck!”

Hearing the other man extolling his wife’s sexual prowess was causing his cock to stiffen. He knew it was odd way for a husband to react but he couldn’t help himself. “I sense there is a ‘but’ somewhere,” he said.

“You’re right Sam!” He grinned. “There is. Much as I like fucking her I will have no hesitation in walking away from the pair of you if we can’t agree to operate within certain parameters. You see it’s not just about her, Sam, it’s also about you. And we all need to be clear where we stand. Me, I am an alpha male and it’s not just because I happen to have a huge cock.” He tried to suppress a somewhat smug expression but was not altogether successful. “And as an alpha male I need to be in control.”

“What do you mean by...,” Sam paused, “control?”

“Julie may have told you I’ve been a bull with another couple for the past five years?”

Sam nodded.

“It may be easier if I tell you how it worked with them.”

“Go on.”

The big black man smiled. “OK Sam, there were some basic rules. The first rule was that her cunt belonged to me and to me only. I fucked her whenever I wanted. I sometimes allowed him to watch us, but he always had to ask my permission first. He also needed my permission if he wanted to fuck her himself. And I only ever gave it on special occasions.” He laughed.

“How could you enpower such a rule?” Sam sounded incredulous. “Surely they would be on their own some of the time?”

“I didn’t need to. It was what they both wanted. And anyway Mike; that was his name; could wank whenever he wanted. I know there are some cucks who wear cock cages but he never wanted to and I didn’t push for it. As long as he wasn’t fucking her, it didn’t matter to me, one way or the other. Another rule was that he had to call me Mr Wood, or ‘Sir’ whenever we were in their house.”

Sam was intrigued. “What, he couldn’t call you Frank?”

“If we were out socialising I allowed it, but not when I was the bull in their house.”

“Were there any other rules?”

“Yes. Whenever I was there Mike was not allowed any clothing below the waist, so his little cock was always on show. I am not into humiliating people in general but in this scenario it is important that hubby is constantly reminded of his sexual inferiority.”

Sam was embarrassed to feel himself becoming erect. “What, did he have to do this even when you were still dressed?”

“Absolutely. Sometimes we made him wait on the two of us at the dining table. He would bring in the food and when we finished our meal he would clear away the table afterwards when I took his wife to bed. It’s quite empowering, believe me.”

“Surely he must have wanted to be treated in this way. I can’t believe he would have done it otherwise.”

“Of course he wanted it, Sam. And do you know something else?” He did not wait for the other man to answer. “I get the impression that you are quite like Mike.” By way of emphasising the point, he added, “And I’m generally a good judge of character.”

How could Sam argue that this was not the case? He was now fully erect.

Frank sensed his assessment of the other man’s character was pretty much spot-on and so he continued his exposition. “But that was only part of his duties. His main role was to clean us both up. He especially loved cleaning her up while I watched him.” He paused to take a swig from his can of beer. “Mind you, Sam, I hear that you cleaned Julie up; that you liked the taste of my cum; is that true?” Frank had a smile on his lips as he stared expectantly at the other man, but Sam had averted his eyes in his embarrassment. The black man sought to reassure him. “There’s no need to be embarrassed because you like creampies, Sam. Lots of guys do. Now if you play your cards right you will have as many creampies as you could ever wish for. And while we’re on the subject, there’s no need to feel guilty either, about being fascinated with my dick.”

Even though he was fascinated, he was not prepared to admit it, but before he could speak the other man put his hand up so as to forestall any interruption.

“I’ve seen enough guys staring at it to know what I’m talking about, Sam, believe me. And I saw how you looked at it the other day when I came out the bathroom. The point is I really don’t mind. In fact I might even let you prep me or clean me up. But be certain of one thing, Sam. I will never ever fuck you; it’s just not my scene.”

For the first and only time in the discussion Sam became animated. “Too fucking right you won’t fuck me!” There was no doubting that Sam meant what he said; there was absolutely no way he would ever allow any anal contact, whether with Frank or indeed with any-one else. But what was also noteworthy was something that he did not say. He had declared no such aversion to any oral servicing of the other man. There was a pause while Sam considered the significance of the rules Frank had outlined. “And is this how you’d like it to be with Julie and me?”

“Yes, of course! I need to be in control of the two of you, just like I was with them. Julie will still be your wife but I will take ownership of that tight little snatch of hers; it will belong to me. I will fuck her whenever and wherever I fancy. I also know that you want to watch. I may agree to it; I might not; the point is it will be my decision. Do you accept that?”

Sam nodded. He realised that Julie must have told Frank nearly everything that had passed between them. She had told him that he’d enjoyed cleaning her up and that he wanted to watch her with him. OK, he would have denied her assertion that he was fascinated with the other man’s dick but in his heart he knew that this was also true. Did he really mind the other man knowing his secret sexual desires? His erection tended to indicate otherwise. His introspection was brought to an end when Frank again spoke.

“There is something else you need to know, Sam. It will also be my decision whether or not you fuck her. I’m not saying you’ll never get to do it, but it’s not going be very often. You will, of course, still be able to wank.”

Was this guy mad? Did he really expect him to cede control of his wife? It was a stupid idea. Yet why was his cock still fully erect. “What makes you think I’ll go along with it, Frank? In fact, come to think of it, what makes you think Julie will ever agree to it?” His tone was somewhat dismissive. After all, how could he enpower such a limit?

“You will obey me Sam, because I think that deep down you want me to control you. Now please don’t think that I’m putting you down when I say that. After all, we can’t all be the same, can we?” He patted his prominent bulge as he took another mouthful of beer. “As for Julie, she’ll do what I tell her to do, simply because she’s besotted with this.” He patted it once more. “Now she knows what it’s like to be fucked by a real man, she can’t get enough of it. But don’t just take my word for it, you should ask her for yourself!”

Sam pondered on the other’s words. Maybe, just maybe, he would find himself obeying the bull. He wasn’t quite sure why this should be so but he conceded it was a possibility. And yes it could be argued that with his modest five and a half inches he was not a real man, not if the yardstick by which a real man was judged was Frank’s outlandish size. The strange thing was that although it was humiliating to hear such candid derogatory comments there was no denying that they did nothing to lessen his arousal. When he finally spoke his resigned acceptance of the situation was evident in his face. “I don’t need to, Frank, I already know she adores it.”

Just then the front door opened and a freshly coiffured Julie walked in. Her hair had been combed up to reveal the nape of her neck and two curled ringlets hung down in front of her ears. She looked very happy and exuded sensuality. “Hi boys!”

“Your hair looks lovely, Julie.” Sam stood up and gave her a brief kiss.

“It certainly does,” said the big black man as he too got to his feet. He had nothing further to add but in his mind actions spoke louder than words. He took her in his arms and kissed her full on the lips. His kiss was much longer than her husband’s and while he was kissing her he had one hand inside her grey jacket caressing her breasts. The other was easing her matching grey skirt up until her skimpy white panties were revealed. He could not have been more familiar with her had her husband not been present but Julie did not seem to mind, though. However a few moments later she finally broke free and with a broad smile on her face she announced she was going upstairs to change.

She left the room and the two men looked at each other.

“Your wife looks very fuckable, Sam.”

Her husband thrilled at Frank’s candid comment and could only agree; she did indeed look fuckable. But as he finished his beer a number of conflicting thoughts were crossing his mind. If she looked so fuckable why was he giving serious consideration to an arrangement whereby sexual intercourse with this ‘fuckable’ wife of his would be dramatically reduced? It was one thing to be celibate for a couple of days; indeed he had found the imminent prospect of two days enpowerd celibacy strangely arousing, but an open-ended celibacy was something else. It had to be perverse to be prepared to forego penetrative sex with her, and for what? He answered his own question. For the thrill of seeing her being fucked by a well-endowed powerhouse; a man whose impressive dimensions had brought more sexual pleasure to his wife in a couple of weeks than he had been able to manage in years. And it would certainly be a thrill, if the film or indeed the real life show at the club was anything to go by. After all he was not being asked to go without sex; he would still be able to wank. And if he could wank while he was watching them would he not be getting the best of both worlds?

A short while later the temporarily unattainable subject of his consideration returned. She was wearing a light summer dress and it was obvious that she was braless, the gentle swaying of her breasts immediately noticed by both men as she sashayed over to other side of the room, to the sofa on which Frank was sitting.

“So,” she pouted as she sat down next to him, “did you boys have your little chat?”

Frank’s deep voice remisterated in the room. “We did.”

“And?” She looked expectantly at her husband.

He was still turning things over in his mind as he had done for the past five minutes. It came down to one basic question. Was he prepared to give up having his own cock inside her in order to regularly see her stretched tightly around Frank’s?

His mouth was dry as he addressed his wife. “Mr Wood has explained the rules to me and I’m prepared to go along with them.”

She already knew what the rules were and she immediately recognised the significance of her husband’s new manner of addressing the bull. Her joy knew no bounds as she crossed the room and leapt on him before straddling him and kissing his face. “Oh, Sam!” she cried, “It will be so good for the three of us. You’re going to love being my little cuck.”

In an instinctive reaction her husband cupped her buttocks, and in so doing realised that she was sans panties as well as sans bra. His fingers immediately felt for her opening. She had never seemed juicier than she did at that very moment. In his pleasure at his wife’s absence of underwear he did not notice her use of the word, ‘cuck’.

Frank sat back in the chair and smiled contentedly. And it wasn’t just the delectable sight of Julie’s bare bum. Things could not have worked out better. Sam had now accepted his new status and Julie was his to do with as he pleased. He was shortly going to fuck her and the only issue was whether or not he should do so in front of her husband. He decided that he would let Sam watch, partly as a reward, but also so that he could show him how much control he exerted over his wife and how much she adored being fucked by him. However it was also time to ensure the newly acknowledged cuck knew his place in the new hierarchy.

“Sam! Julie and I will be relaxing in the master bedroom while I’m here. You can take my case up there, please, and while you’re up there you can move any things you might need into the spare room. You can also change into something more suitable and then when you come down, perhaps you’ll be good enough to fix us all a take.”

Julie was already climbing off her husband as she heard the bull’s terse instructions.

Sam got to his feet, oblivious to the fact that his erection was tenting his trousers. He turned to the alpha male; the man who, by his own admission, had to be in control. Frank had been polite, but there was no mistaking his authoritarian tone. It was clear that the bull expected to be obeyed and this was indeed the acid test of the new order. Sam uttered but two words, two words that nevertheless spoke volumes. “Yes, Sir.”

Please continue this great story.

Chapter 13

Sam glanced at his wife as he left the lounge and was pleased to see her giving him a reassuring look in return. A moment or so later he was upstairs in the master bedroom, looking for a particular item of clothing. He had half-expected the two of them to again relax in the marital bed and had thus already moved some of his clothes into the spare room. He smiled inwardly at his use of the word ‘relax’. There wasn’t likely to be much of that whatever bed they happened to occupy.

He found what he was looking for and took it into the spare room. It was a cropped white t-shirt that stopped just above the waist. It was one that Julie liked because it clung to his well toned chest. He stripped off all his clothes before slipping on the top and looking at himself in the full-length mirror. Sam may have lacked the stature and sexual dimensions of the bull but he had a good physique, all the same. He went to the gym every week and he also jogged regularly. Apart from the size of his dick, he was quite proud of his appearance. He stared at the reflection of his semi-hard prick, musing on the fact that he had been ordered to serve takes to his wife and her oh so well-endowed lover dressed like this. The prospect strangely excited him and he watched himself become fully erect. Why should the thought of displaying his inferior manhood to the two of them arouse him so? Try as he may, he could not understand it.

A short while later Sam entered the lounge with as much élan as could be expected of a bottomless waiter sporting a medium sized hard-on as well as a tray containing three gin and tonics. He knew he looked ridiculous, especially as Frank and Julie were both still fully dressed, but it was the unwanted presence of his persistent erection that embarrassed him the most. The ice clinked in the glasses as he walked over to them and when he offered the takes to them, his jutting erection was level with their faces. Notwithstanding this, he tried to play the part of the unflappable waiter. “Gin and tonic, madam, and the same for you, Sir.” He knew he was required to call Frank, ‘Sir’, but he had not been instructed to call his own wife, ‘Madam’. He had done so in his waiter mode, but having addressed her in this manner, he found her new title came quite easily to him. Having offered them their takes he put the tray down on the coffee table, took the remaining glass and sat down on the sofa opposite. As the takes tray no longer concealed his modest erection from his own view, he now felt even sillier. He had not expected them to be fully clothed but there was a simple explanation. Frank had been explaining to Julie what had transpired between the two men whilst she was at the hairdresser’s.

Frank took a sip of his take, and after glancing at Sam’s erection, he turned to his wife. “Your little man is excited. I think he’s enjoying himself, don’t you?” She wasn’t sure what to say. Although she rightly surmised that he was not altogether unhappy at the humiliating scenario being played out at his expense, she had no wish to be party to it. In the absence of a reply from Julie he then addressed the man himself. “It seems that you like showing us your little boy-toy.”

Sam showed no emotion at the disparaging slight on his manhood; on the contrary, he seemed to regard the comment as a perfectly reamisterable one. “I do, Sir,” he answered, glancing at Julie, who was now beginning to look a little bit concerned at the demeaning of her husband. He recognised her anxiety and sought to reassure her. “It’s OK Ma’am. Mr Wood is right. Compared to his, mine is a toy.” He screwed his face up in embarrassment at his Freudian slip. He was no longer pretending to be a waiter yet he’d still addressed Julie as ‘Ma’am’. She was his wife, for Heaven’s sake. Frank’s deep voice interrupted any further musing.

He too was trying to allay her concern. “Look, Julie, you can see he’s hard.” He nodded in the direction of hubby’s erection. “He likes the comparimister. Ask him.”

“Is that true, Sam? Is that the reamister? Because Fr... Mr Wood is so much bigger?” His wife’s voice was soothing as ever.

“I suppose so.”

“I think you’ve forgotten something, Sam!” Frank showed his disapproval.

“Yes, Ma’am, that is the reamister.” Sam emphasised the word, ‘Ma’am’.

Julie was taking some comfort in the fact that her husband’s continuing erection tended to indicate that he was not at all put out by Frank’s brusqueness. She stared at it and inwardly smiled as she recalled she had once been more than satisfied with its modest size. She realised that hubby’s cock was unlikely to satisfy her in the future. As she reflected on the significant change in her circumstances she subconsciously placed her hand on the bulge in her lover’s trousers, in the knowledge that his was a cock that would undoubtedly satisfy her.

Frank had a big smile on his face as he glanced down at Julie’s hand. “Do you see what your wife’s doing, Sam? What do you think she wants?” Julie looked sheepish and went to remove her hand but Frank was too quick for her. He gripped her wrist and would not let go. A short while later he released her in the hope that she would have taken the ‘hint’ and he was not in the least bit disappointed. In fact he had gained because rather than merely resting the palm of her hand on it, she was now holding his shaft through the lightweight material of his trousers. Sam stared at her hand, as if entranced.

He eventually managed to tear his eyes away from the scene and look up into the face of the other man. “I think she wants you to fuck her, Sir.”

“You think? Why don’t you ask her yourself? She’s your wife, isn’t she?”

“Julie, sorry I mean Ma’am, would you like Mr Wood to fuck you?” As he leaned forward to ask the question his cock jutted out, hard as ever.

Julie looked tenderly at her husband and their eyes met. It was evidence of their mutual love but there was something else too. His wife’s heavy breathing was indicative of her growing sexual arousal. “Yes, I would, Sam.”

Sam was finding the erotic tension almost too much to bear. He decided a more direct approach was needed. “Please fuck her, Mr Wood.” he implored. “I know she’s desperate.” He was desperate too but was not prepared to admit it. He was unable to resist holding his rigid shaft, however.

Julie glanced across at him and smiled. He rightly interpreted that as a sign of her approval, both of his verbal request and of his subsequent action. But merely holding it was no longer enough for hubby and he now had to stroke himself. This only served to encourage Julie who released her grip on Frank’s shaft in order to unzip his trousers and fetch it out. As her fingers eased inside his trousers she turned sideways on so as to be more comfortable. This caused her short skirt to ride up even further and to all intents and purposes she was now naked below the waist. Her husband could never tire of the sight her pert little bottom and was utterly captivated. Frank was not afforded such a delightful view but he was at least able to feel her soft flesh as he cupped her bare derriere in his big hand. There was another compensation too when his fat middle finger sought out her hot moist cleft and was soon fully immersed in her feminine secretions.

Frank was kissing her with real passion and while he was doing so he was unbuttoning the front of her dress with his free hand. Sam was soon able to enjoy the contrast between the soft white skin of his wife’s full round breasts and the thick black fingers of the man gently caressing them. He watched the two of them intensely; seemingly unconcerned or maybe even unaware that he was no longer merely stroking but was enthusiastically masturbating. However he had to stop when he realised how close he was to ejaculating. He had no wish to cum just yet; he wanted to prolong his pleasure for as long as he possibly could.

Julie had tried to extricate Frank’s dick but its size and hardness was making it difficult. Frank had a much better idea; he simply stood up and in the blink of an eye had divested himself of trousers, undershorts, socks and shirt. Before sitting back down he pulled Julie’s summer dress, now fully unbuttoned, from her, the task made all the easier when she momentarily raised her bottom from the sofa. The hotwife and her bull were now totally naked. They certainly made for an impressive couple. The contrasts were striking; big black muscular power and slight white curvy femininity. But attractive as his wife undoubtedly was, Sam’s attention was again inexorably drawn to Frank’s erect penis as he sat back on the sofa with his arms behind his head, inviting Julie to play with his pride and joy.

She needed no second invitation and she grasped his throbbing thickness; her dainty white fingers unable to encompass the black shaft. Sam tried to gauge his size. When Julie held him, only his crown was visible. However he estimated that she could put both hands round Frank’s and there would still be some left over and that did not include the big smooth mushroom shaped crown. But it wasn’t just his huge cock. The sofa cushion on which he was sitting not only served to support his overlarge balls in their elongated ball-sac but actually pushed them forward and thus made them appear even more prominent. As Julie was stroking him her wedding ring occasionally glinted in the early evening sunlight. Just a few short years earlier, Sam had held her hand and lovingly placed it on her finger. It was a symbol of their love for each other and a public declaration of their mutual fidelity. Now that same hand was holding her lover’s cock; that same ring was in contact with the smooth skin of his rigid shaft. She looked over at her husband, smiled briefly and spoke in a soft almost breathless voice. “Isn’t it beautiful, Sam?”

Frank’s cock was certainly eye-catching, but ‘beautiful’ was not really the best description for it. Handsome, powerful, threatening, imposing or even magnificent would have been far more apposite. Sam found yet another accurate way to describe it. “It’s very impressive, Ma’am, I must say.” He sounded almost forlorn. “If only mine were that big.”

His wife giggled. “If it were, Sam, we’d never get out of bed!”

Frank smiled contentedly, basking in the mutual admiration of husband and wife.

Julie could not fail to notice how Sam’s eyes seemed drawn to Frank’s imposing masculinity. “Why don’t you come over here, Sam, and you can have a closer look. I know you’re fascinated with it!”

Baron,
I've noticed you seem to have fewer posts of support recently on this story. I'm not sure why, but I have been guilty of reading and not commenting for a while myself. I think you are doing a great job with it, given that you started within the loose framework of KarenKay's outline. You are getting a bit in danger of 'offense escalation' recently. Not every cuckold is up for everything, however submissive they are. It doesn't always build, sometimes it snaps back a little too. Usually when love gets taken for granted or denial turns into use. You aren't there yet but ... Still, a great little story. I hope you take us further. Thanks for posting it.

peakmb

Thank you for your complimentary remarks. I must admit that I have been a little disappointed at the paucity of posts but perhaps I am also to blame because I failed to thank those posters who did make the effort to comment. Having seen some of your comments elsewhere I can recognise you are quite perceptive and know what you are talking about. I don't want to give too much away but I do not think 'offense escalation' is likely to be much of a problem in my story.

This story is getting better and better if that is possible since it already is very good. Please keep up the offense.

baron (Sam?) please don't let the seemingly low number of reply posts put you off. Some years ago I wrote a very short story on another site. It was a decentish effort - didn't hold a candle to your writing though - but although it got 2000+ views I had just three replies. They were all favourable but I think it's the author's lot not to receive the praise due to him.

I'm hoping Sam's cuckolding becomes public knowledge; having his family, friends and colleagues know of his changed circumstances would be highly erotic. Some of my wife's friends know I haven't had sex for nearly ten years (New Years Day 2004 in fact) and I get a massive charge that they know my wife enjoys sex with her boyfriends I can only wank and wait.

baron, you don't need to thank us. We thank you for your wonderful effort. Unfortunately many are enjoying your story who will never comment. Please don't let that discourage you.
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

yes please keep going.. love to see how this progresses....

Excellent! +3

loving this story. it's the highlight of my week after i end my 3 day shifts!

Can't wait until you introduce Sam to more creampies

I am waiting for the next part of this great story!!!

Count,
8 posts and you run the place!

Perhaps if you ordered it with fries next time ..

He peak
I'll take an order of fries with cheese. I just learned I could post and it has been fun.

Wow. Hot. Thank you baron!
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Loving it. Please don't stop.

A well written and engaging story.

Thank you for creating it for us.

GH

Can't wait for the next installment. It is a great story.

Chapter 15

In fact Sam was wanted, and on a regular basis too, during the course of a weekend that can only be described as a one big fuck fest. His main duty, of course, was cleaning them up. And there was a lot of cleaning up to do; Frank was simply insatiable. He usually unloaded inside her, but on more than one occasion he pulled it out to ejaculate over her taut stomach and there were other times when he came all over her breasts or face. Julie had not been exaggerating when she said that Frank was a heavy cummer. The sight of his milky white semen spattered all over her, and contrasting as it did with her bronzed skin, still tanned from her holiday of two months before, really appealed to Frank.

Sam also enjoyed these sights when he was summoned to clean her up. However, his delight was not just confined to the vision of another man’s semen leaking from the gaping cleft of his spent wife, or even the volume of cum sprayed on her. He was beginning to like the taste of it too, whether eating a cum cocktail from her pussy, or neat cum from her body. When he had earlier told his wife that he liked the taste, it was a bit of a white lie; he liked the significance of what he was doing rather than the actual taste of Frank’s cum. However, that was no longer the case. Or at least that was not the case provided he refrained from ejaculation. As long as he did not cum, as long as he just edged, he stayed aroused, and as long as he stayed aroused he was happy to service her and, when instructed, him.

There were times over that weekend when he was sitting alone in the lounge gently stroking whilst watching some sport on the TV. More often than not his wife and the bull would be making out in the bedroom above. He made more than one attempt to rationalise why this situation should turn him on so but as most men will know it is difficult to be objective and rational when one is permanently erect!

He had other duties too. He bought them their breakfasts in bed. On that first morning it seemed so odd to go into the main bedroom and find a naked man occupying his side of the marital bed. Alongside him Julie, with tousled hair and heavy lidded eyes, displayed that ‘just-fucked’ look. Although the bedroom windows were open the heady aroma of sex still pervaded the room. This was one of the rare occasions when Sam’s clean-up service had not been required and he actually felt a degree of disappointment.


The sight that greeted him the following morning was rather different because this time they were engaged in a sixty-nine with her on top. She was facing the foot of the bed and thus saw her husband the moment he entered the bedroom. It could only have been coincidence but that was the very instant Frank started to unload. Despite trying to swallow as much as she could, she was unable to contain it all and strands of thick cum dribred out of her mouth and onto her chin where it began to elongate. Sam thought she looked utterly divine and without waiting to be instructed, promptly put the tray down and began to kiss and suck the bull’s cum from his wife’s face. Having subsequently French kissed her, and being rewarded with a modest snowball, he went the whole hog and voluntarily cleaned the remaining cum from Frank’s black cock. He again kissed his wife only this time he was the one donating the snowball. Julie had not let go of her lover’s cock and she now eased it between their faces so that their tongues slavered his cummy crown as well as each other’s mouths. Unsurprisingly both husband and wife became ever more passionate. But Sam had to stop when he felt that he was about to cum.

He then retrieved the tray and despite his persistent erection, nonchalantly served up the tea, boiled eggs and toast to the sexually contented couple.

Frank was polite but remained aloof nevertheless. “Thank you Cuck.”

Julie had an infectious smile on her face as she thanked him for his ‘outstanding’ room service. Her smile really warmed his heart; he sensed that although she may be enjoying the best sex of her life, it was just sex and nothing else. Frank might claim ownership of that once tight pussy of hers, but Sam was sure her heart still belonged to him.

Julie and Frank finally got up after having managed one more fuck that morning. This time Sam’s services had been required. He had been subsequently dismissed so that he could prepare the Sunday lunch. He quite liked cooking so this was not an imposition, although it pleased Frank to think that it was. Julie was wearing a loose white blouse and a denim wrap-over skirt. Frank was fully dressed, apparently ready for his departure and this was borne out when Sam saw his case by the front door.

Lunch was a beautifully poached salmon with a choice of vegetables. They should have had strawberries and cream for dessert but Julie had forgotten to buy the cream at the supermarket. Sam had half-heartedly complained and was taken by surprise when Julie came up with a humorous suggestion as to a substitute. At least it was meant to be humorous but Frank decided to take it literally. To cut a long story short he unzipped himself and Julie masturbated him until he spunked all over the bowl of fresh strawberries. Julie selected one that was quite liberally coated and with a smile she popped it into her mouth. She picked out another one with a similar dressing and holding it between her fingers she offered it to her husband, daring him to do the same as she had just done. Given how much cum he had already eaten that weekend this soupcon hardly constituted a challenge. Not only did he let her put it in her mouth, but he also licked her cummy forefinger clean. They stared at each other with laughing eyes as they enjoyed the unusual delicacy. Julie then dished the remainder up ensuring that Sam’s strawberries had the most ‘cream’. She also had some but it was no surprise that Frank should decline. Sam did not need to tell his wife how much he’d enjoyed his dessert; his erection told her all she needed to know.

Frank left shortly after the meal. He seemed both sincere and warm when they parted and offered profuse thanks to Sam, addressing him by his name this time, rather than the soubriquet, ‘Cuck’. Taking his cue Sam responded in much the same way. “I enjoyed it too, Frank.” The black man nodded and it was clear that both understood things were now back to normal. Due deference would be resumed when circumstances next merited it. Julie and Frank exchanged a final lingering kiss, he gave her a final caress and then he was off.

Julie and her husband were alone for the first time since Friday morning. They were sitting side by side on the sofa. He had just offered to put his shorts on but she had told him she was quite happy for him to leave them off. This statement only served to reinvigorate him and he was again fully erect. Her wrap over skirt was partially open to reveal much of her thigh.

“Well,” she said, “What a weekend. I feel exhausted!”

“You’re not complaining, Julie.” Sam was smiling.

“No, of course not, though I am a bit sore.”

“You know I really love the sight of his cock when he is so deep inside you. I adore seeing your little fanny so tightly stretched round it. And it seems the most natural thing in the world to suck all that cum out of you.”

“I know, Sam.”

“Julie?” He frowned as he tried to put his thoughts into words.

She looked straight at him. “I know what you’re going to say, Sam. You’re worried because you sucked him, aren’t you?”

“Yes I suppose I am. You might think I’m gay or something.”

“Sam, don’t be silly.”

He started to say that he was not being silly and she stilled his lips with her fingers.

“Of course you’re not gay! Look Frank has been fucking me the whole weekend. Does that mean I’m a .....” She suddenly paused and smiled when she realised that her proposed argument would be neither logical nor convincing. “What I’m trying to say, Sam, is that the three of us have really had a great weekend of sex. Frank is the most fantastic fuck I’ve ever had. And I loved it when you cleaned us up. You might not understand but I loved watching you suck him. And” she glanced at his erection, “this seemed to indicate that you were quite happy at the time. Look, why not just enjoy what we’ve done; we don’t need to analyse it, surely?”

“Don’t call me Shirley!” Sam attempted some brief levity, before resuming his serious tone. “There is something else too, Julie. I don’t know how you feel about me only being allowed to wear this when he’s around.” He touched his crop top. “I can’t lie and tell you I only did it to humour him. I actually like having my dick out all the time.”

She again smiled. “Don’t you think I’m aware of that already? A hard cock is a bit of a give-away, Sam, or hadn’t you noticed? And you don’t have to tell me that you liked calling him Sir.”

He shrugged. “You know me too well Julie, but I must make one thing clear. I will only ever do that when it’s just the three of us. But there is one rule of his that I will not obey, whatever he says.”

“Oh, you little rebel!” Julie was teasing him.

Sam tried to stay serious; after all it was a serious point he was about to make. “I don’t intend getting his permission to fuck you. I am prepared to give it a miss the day before you’re planning to see him but otherwise I’ll fuck you whenever.”

She leaned across and gave him a reassuring kiss on his cheek. “I should jolly well hope so too!”

They went to bed very early that Sunday night. Julie was absolutely shattered after the best part of two days non-stop sex. Sam had had more relax but he too was tired. He realised that if he was to achieve his goal he had to move quickly. He got on his knees and after getting himself into position pushed his cock into her. There was absolutely no resistance whatsoever. She had been stretched by the bull to such an extent she was hardly aware that her husband was even inside her. Moreover she was still very wet, the accumulated result of her numerous couplings with Frank. She surmised that it would be hard for her husband to come if she was so loose she couldn’t even feel him. So in order to increase the sensation for her husband, she placed her hand on her pudenda and squeezed his cock between her first two fingers.

“I wonder if this is how it’s going to be in the future, Julie.” Her husband had a rueful smile.

“It doesn’t matter, Sam.” she soothed. “Now cum for me.”

That was all he needed to unload. Her soft soothing voice, her loving demeanour and the knowledge that her once tight little snatch was a thing of the past quickly brought him to the boil and his own cum jetted into her.

Nice.
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

You, sir, can write. Love your style - intelligent, tasteful, and hot. Thanks for crafting a tale I can sink my teeth into.

Don

Will there be trouble ahead due to Sam's assertive behavior? Julie's pussy isn't his to claim anymore and I hope Frank takes steps to punish the Cuck for going back on his word.