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Chapter 16
Julie simply had to phone her friend that Monday morning to tell her what a wonderful weekend she’d just had. Her exuberance was infectious and Becky found herself smiling as she listened to her friend’s account.
“He really does have the most fantastic cock, Becky! And he’s able to go on and on!” “The only trouble is,” her voice dropped, “I don’t think Sam will ever satisfy me again.”
“He probably won’t Julie. It’s exactly the same with Tom, but I don’t miss out because he does have the most wonderful tongue and he nearly always manages to bring me off.” She laughed, “I‘ve got the best of both worlds, when you think about it.”
“I don’t think I’m that far behind you, Becky, and I reckon it’s all down to that cuckbook of yours. Sam certainly seems more than happy to clean us up.”
“You said, ‘us’ Julie. Does that mean he cleans Frank up too?”
“Yes,” she seemed slightly surprised by the question, “and that’s not all. He even....what’s the word.... I know; he’s even prepped him.”
“My word, Julie, that’s fast work. It took me months to get Tom to do that!”
“Well I had to encourage him a little bit, but that was all.” She stopped talking but it was clear she had something else to say. “Look this has got to stay between us Becky. Sam would go mad if he ever found out we talked about it.”
“I won’t say a word, I promise.”
“Well I think Sam has got a thing about Frank’s cock. I even wondered if he was just waiting for me to encourage him so as to make it look right...”
“I told you before Julie that’s nothing to worry about. Our husbands are both the same. Look, you told me something in confidence; I’ll do the same. I told you that Tom sucked Larry, didn’t I?”
Julie nodded, forgetting momentarily that her friend could not see her. “Go on.”
“Well that’s not all. He actually sucked him off while I watched and if that wasn’t enough he swallowed the whole load!” She affected a little girl voice. “He didn’t even save me any.”
Julie could not help herself; her juices began to flow. She pulled her skirt up, parted her legs and eased her hand down inside the top of her panties as he imagined Sam doing that self-same thing. “What did you say to him afterwards?” Her voice had that breathless tone and her friend could tell she was becoming aroused.
“The most important thing was to reassure him, Julie. I told him that I fully understood why he did it; that if I had been in his shoes I would have done exactly the same. I also told him that knowing we both worshipped the same cock made me feel very close to him.”
“Worship? Is that how you see it then?”
“Well I wouldn’t let any women’s libbers hear me say it but I suppose that word is not so far off the mark. It gives me so much pleasure so why shouldn’t I worship it? Tell me then, how would you describe your feelings about Frank’s cock? I’m assuming you can separate the man from his cock...not literally, of course.” There was a little giggle.
Julie paused a moment. “Well I have to admit I really do love it. I had absolutely no idea that sex could be so exciting. When it is on my stomach and I see how thick it is and how far it can reach, it’s quite scary. Yet when it’s completely inside me and I am so stretched around it, well I can’t begin to describe how good it feels. As for Frank, the man, he is nice enough, but he is a bit of a control freak. In fact Sam and I now refer to him as ‘bossy boots’. The thing is though, it’s hard not to obey him; he has such an aura about him. For example he ordered Sam to wear a t-shirt only, for the whole of the weekend. Sam never thought to argue, he just did exactly as ordered; and that’s all he wore; not the same one, I hasten to add.” she laughed. “And there’s something else too, Becky; Sam is not allowed to call him ‘Frank’ when the three of us are alone. He has to call him ‘Sir’ or ‘Mr Wood’. I’m not saying that Sam objects to this, he seems happy enough to go along with this and show his respect; I think it’s just another aspect of being subservient to him, just like prepping him or cleaning him up. Does Tom have to call Larry, ‘Sir’?”
“No, he doesn’t, but then their situation is different. Remember they worked together. But I would say that sucking him off is a fairly reliable indicator of his respect for him, wouldn’t you? Do you think Sam would ever do the same?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered. She tried to imagine such a scenario. Her husband would be on his knees in front of the immense black cock of the bull. His mouth would be stretched round the smooth mushroom head. She would be on her knees alongside him giving him every encouragement. She was now feverishly fingering her clit, lost in a world of her own. Suddenly the bull groans; he’s about to unload. She tells hubby to take it all for her, to swallow all her lover’s thick jism. He looks at her he as does so, just like a little boy seeking approval from his lady. Suddenly she climaxes, her own fingers are wet and then she remembers she’s still on the phone.
“Julie! Are you still there? Julie?”
“Sorry.” Her breathless voice betrayed her.
“Have you just diddled yourself?” she asked knowingly.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help it, Becky. I seem to be aroused nearly all the time at the moment.”
“Of course, you are, Julie. You’re bound to be; so much has happened so quickly. When it first started with me, Tom and Larry, I was just the same; I thought I was turning into a nymphomaniac. Not that either of them seemed to mind!” She laughed. “So, you naughty girl, as I was saying before, do you think Sam will allow Frank to cum in his mouth?”
It was Julie’s turn to laugh. “I think you’ve got the question the wrong way round, Becky. What you mean is will Frank order Sam to suck him off? I think there is a good chance that he will, and I also think Sam will do as he is told. Why? Because deep down I think Sam wants to. Being ordered is simply his get-out clause.”
“Does that worry you at all?”
“No, not really. After all he won’t be on his own; I am always going to be there as well. And it will be interesting to see how he reacts afterwards. You never know,” she laughed again, “he might even have a bit more understanding of what he makes me do!”
Whereas Julie wanted to tell her friend every myriad detail of the weekend, her husband was far more reticent when he and Tom were supping pints at their regular Monday lunchtime haunt. They were sitting in the pub garden overlooking the River Thames. It was late Spring and unusually warm. Some of the women were already in their summer dresses and there was the welcome prospect of two or three months of such pleasurable sights. The two men had already discussed England’s chances in the forthcoming Ashes series and had moved on to the merry-go-round that is the lot of football managers in the English Premier Football League. There was a lull in their conversation.
“So what did you do over the weekend Sam?”
“Not a lot,” he lied.
“Really? I thought Larry’s friend was spending the weekend with you. At least that’s what Becky said.”
“Oh, sorry I forgot about that!” He would never make a poker player as he tried unsuccessfully to suppress a smile. “Yes, he was here with us.” He said it in a manner as if to indicate that there need be no further discussion on the matter.
Tom wondered why Sam seemed reluctant to talk about it. He decided to try another tack. “So presumably Julie has a spring in her step today; always assuming, of course, that she can still walk!”
This time Sam had to laugh at his friend’s perceptive remark. “Yes she did have a great weekend Tom. As you can well imagine she spent most of it on her back!”
“Can’t say I’m surprised to hear she enjoyed herself. Becky would be exactly the same. But what about you, Sam? How do you feel about what happened?”
He took a swig of his beer as he pondered how to answer. He looked around to satisfy himself that they weren’t being overheard. “I honestly don’t know what to say to you. Yes it was great to see her being fucked. In fact I’ve never seen her so aroused. And I know that you’ve done it, so I can tell you, but I would never tell another living soul.” He took another mouthful. “I cleaned her up. And I loved it, I really did.”
Tom nodded wisely. “You said you cleaned her up; what about him?”
Sam could not look the other man in the eyes. “You’ve done it too, you know!”
“I’m not condemning you Sam, I merely asked, that’s all.”
“Sorry Tom. The trouble is....I feel guilty.” He frowned.
“Guilty? What on earth for?”
“Because I actually wanted to, that’s why. He had just given Julie the fucking of her life; it came out covered in her juices and his cum.... so redy big and wet.... it was irresistible.....” His voice tailed off.
A girl at the next table got up and had to lift her leg over the bench seat. As she did so the two guys caught a glimpse of her slender thigh and even of her white lacy panties. The two men exchanged knowing looks as the man with her scowled at them, clearly displeased by his partner’s unintentional display. They raised their glasses to him but he looked away.
“I think we can take it for granted that he is unlikely to be a cuckold.” Tom laughed.
“That’s the weird thing isn’t it, Tom? How can I like looking at that girl when I suck cock?”
Tom lowered his voice. “You’re not sucking cock, per se, Sam. All you’re doing is sucking Julie’s bull. There really is nothing wrong with that.”
“I wish I felt like that.”
“You will, in fact it will become a perfectly normal, I promise.” He looked at his watch. “I’ve got to get back Sam. I’ve got a conference call in twenty minutes. But I will just tell you this before we go.” Now it was his turn to look around for any potential eavesdroppers. “There are times when I actually suck Larry off. I usually do it if it’s the wrong time of the month for Becky. Sometimes I share it with her, other times I just swallow it. Yet I don’t feel any guilt. So if you want to feel bad about yourself, just imagine how you’d feel if you were in my shoes.”
Several times that afternoon, Sam did find himself imagining what it would have been like for Tom. And several times that afternoon he did find himself growing erect.
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Chapter 17
There was yet another discussion about the weekend. Frank was not naturally the most talkative of men, but the events of the past two days had been so exceptional, he felt he had to call his old friend Larry.
“How’s it going Larry?”
“Fine, Bro. What’s with you?”
“Couldn’t be better. In fact, that’s why I’m calling. That woman you fixed me up with a few weeks ago...Julie...you remember? Well, what a hottie she’s turning out to be!”
“Really?”
“I tell you, Bro, she can’t get enough of my dick, she certainly can’t leave it alone, that’s for sure.”
“We all have our own cross to bear.” Larry laughed.
“I’m not joking with you, Larry. You remember when the four of us went to the club last month? Well when we got to her house that night she’d unzipped me and was sucking it before I’d even shut their front door. And it’s been just the same this past weekend. If it’s not been in her cunt, it’s been in her mouth. And yet when I first met her with you and Becky she seemed so strait-laced; now she’s more like a raging nymphomaniac! Sometimes, it’s hard to believe she’s the same woman.”
“You know the saying Frank, ‘Once they try black’....” He again laughed. “What about her cuck? Is he behaving himself?”
“Of course he is. You know I make him call me, Sir, just so that he knows his place. And I insist he wears nothing but a t-shirt when I’m around. I like emphasising how small he is compared to me.”
“Frank,” Larry was laughing yet again, “Nearly everyone is small, compared to you. Present company excepted, of course.”
“I know, Bro.”
“Does he do his clean-up duties properly?”
“You bet, he does. I can tell he likes it too, so I make him thank me for the privilege.”
“So he ought to, Frank. Have you had her watching while you unload in his mouth yet?”
“Not yet, but I will. It’s not so important right now because they already accept I’m in control. That reminds me, is your cuck in a cage?”
“No, I did consider it once, but then I decided not to because everything was working out fine. You see I don’t mind at all if he fucks Becky and I’m not seeing her the following day. And if I am, he knows to wank off instead. When you think about it, it makes sense to keep him happy as well as her. Why do you ask? Are you going to cage...?” He paused. “I don’t even know his name.”
“It’s Sam. No I don’t think I will cage him. At least not at the moment. I’ve already told him he can’t fuck her without my say-so and I’ll see how he responds. If he disobeys me then I may reconsider it. But the point is his wife is now so desperate for my dick, I can’t see her allowing anything that might jeopardise the chances of me fucking her.” Perhaps it was just as well that ‘Bossy Boots’ was blissfully unaware that Julie was determined to have her cake and eat it.
“Anyway, changing the subject, it’s funny you should have rung, Frank, because strangely enough I was going to call you tonight. The Checkerboard Club is having an HBC theme evening in a couple of weeks.”
“HBC? What’s that? Sounds like a bank.”
“No, of course it’s not! HBC stands for Hotwife, Bull and Cuck. There’ll be plenty of us brothers there and you can guess how much flesh some of these hot wives will be showing! As for the cucks, well they can all talk to each other while we’re enjoying their women. Anyway I was wondering if we might all go. What do you reckon?”
This was how Tom, Becky and Larry came to be having a take in the bar of the Checkerboard Club, whilst they awaited the arrival of Sam, Julie and Frank. Becky was wearing a halter neck dress cut low at the sides and with a provocative, almost thigh high split, on one side. She was of course, sans underwear. Both men in her life were wearing casual shirts and both had on neatly pressed trousers. But they were the exception rather than the rule, and were the most respectably dressed of the forty-odd people who were so far present. The outfits of many of the women left virtually nothing to the imagination. There were bare breasts, bare bums and even the occasional bare pudenda on show. Some of the cucks were wearing specially tailored trousers that revealed their modest sized dicks, although most of these dicks were caged. The bulls invariably dressed casually, t-shirts and baggy trousers being the order of the day. However two or three of them had their genitals on show. And why not; this was, after all, an HBC evening.
Tom looked at his watch for the umpteenth time. “Where the hell are they? It was agreed we’d meet here at 10pm and it’s now nearly half past.” When they’d arrived they had been given a flyer to indicate that the Club had been able to organise at short notice a live sex show and this was due to start at about 11 pm. Tom was rather anxious because he did not want Sam, or Julie for that matter, to miss it. He recalled the show that he had seen with him whilst the girls were out with Larry and Frank. It was this show that had prompted Sam to encourage Julie’s association with Frank. It would be such a shame if they both missed it.
Larry was much more relaxed. He knew his friend’s timekeeping of old and though Frank might leave it to the last minute, he’d always made it in time. He had his arm round Becky and had slipped his hand in to cup and to gently fondle the nipple of her full round breast. “Don’t worry Tom; they’ll be here before much longer, you see.”
But in fact Larry’s confidence on this occasion was misplaced. Tom kept looking at his watch; kept looking at the minute hand as it inexorably moved round the face; past the quarter to, past the ten to, past the five to and finally reaching the hour. It was now 11pm. And still there was no sign of the other three.
Suddenly the lights were dimmed and there was an announcement over the loudspeakers. The hostess, Janet was speaking into a microphone. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Hot wives, Cucks and Bulls,” there was a titter of laughter; “I want to welcome you all to the Checkerboard tonight. It’s good to see that so many of you have dressed up, or should I say dressed down, for the part!” There was another titter of laughter and another pause. “I am delighted to inform you that our live-show, which we have arranged for you at rather short notice, is about to begin.”
Tom looked despairingly at the door but there was no sign of the other three. Well if they can’t make it on time it’s their own redy stupid fault, he thought. The loudspeaker continued to relay what Janet was saying. “...good looking couple, who have never done such a thing before. I know they are both a little nervous but that is only to be expected. I’m sure you will all do your best to put them at their ease. As for the bull, what can I say? I have seen a number of really impressive black cocks tonight.” Before she could continue a wag called out ‘what, just tonight?’ and there was widespread laughter. “As I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted,” she smiled to show she had taken the interruption in good heart, “there are a number of impressive cocks on show tonight, but this man can hold his own with any of them. In fact, he wouldn’t need to hold his own, as any number of women here and,” she again smiled, “I daresay some of the cucks too, would be happy to hold it for him. Ladies and Gentlemen, please put your hands together. I give you....Julie...Sam...and Frank!”
Tom couldn’t believe his ears. He looked stunned as he stared at Becky who looked back at him in disbelief. Surely not! He had once referred to her as Miss Prim and Proper. How could Miss Prim and Proper fuck in public? Can’t be happening; must be some kind of joke. How could Sam ever do this either; a few weeks ago he hadn’t even known what a cuckold was! And he had been dismayed when he saw that man go down on his wife after the bull had unloaded inside her. Larry was equally bemused. Frank had not said anything to him about this. The only thing he could recall him saying since they’d all agreed to go out together was that Julie was so devoted to his dick she would do anything he asked of her. But that was Frank; he always was a bit full of himself.
Well maybe Frank’s conceit was fully justified in this case because the three of them were now standing by the mattress thoughtfully placed in the middle of the dance floor. It is no exaggeration to say that Julie looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing a midnight blue softly pleated dress that fastened on her shoulder on the one side and on her waist on the other. Her dark hair was back combed up with two or three ringlets caressing her neck. It was a classic Greek look, made all the more authentic because one of her delightful breasts was fully exposed. Her heart was pounding in her nervousness and it was maybe just as well she could not see how many people were in the room.
How could ‘Miss Prim and Proper’ have found herself in this situation? There were a number of factors involved. Firstly Frank had triggered a hunger for sex that she had never ever been aware of before he came on the scene. Secondly, whilst she was expecting to have sex with Frank at the club, she had anticipated that it would take place in a private room. She knew her friend Becky, her bull and her husband were also going and that there would be other trios, as it were, present, so having sex with Frank was no big deal. Frank had bought the dress for her (from the same shop where she’d got her ra-ra skirt) and she only consented to wear it after much persuasion from both bull and husband. Not to be discounted in the decision making process was the additional influence of three gin and tonics. Furthermore on the way to the club, Frank had been touching her up in the taxi-cab, so she was already quite aroused when she arrived. Frank had spoken to Janet as soon as he saw her, and the three of them had been whisked away to a private room. Julie’s concern about displaying her breast was only allayed when she looked at the monitor screen in the room and saw what little clothing the other female guests were wearing. When she left the comfort of the private room she had imagined they were going to look for Becky et al and was taken aback by Janet’s announcement.
Sam had been delighted when Julie had agreed to wear the dress. She did look terrific and he felt incredibly proud of her, even though she would be off-limits to him. He was further aroused watching Frank fingering her in the cab. He was thus pretty malleable when instructed what to wear by Frank. Was it that much of a big deal? After all if Frank was going to fuck her in public, did it really matter if his own dick was on show? There wouldn’t be many people looking at it; that was for sure. However stage-fright had got the better of him, and his cock was not even semi-erect when he stepped out of the private room. Nevertheless, even in this flaccid state it still looked larger than some of the caged appendages on show. He was not surprised when he heard them being announced; he had half suspected it when Janet showed them to their room.
Frank was not in the least bit surprised. Why should he have been, after all it was he, who had organised it with Janet? When he stepped out the room he was stark naked. He had a well-honed body, big, muscular and with not an ounce of fat. And what power he exuded; and what a dick too! It was not yet fully hard, but was already the most impressive of those on show. It wasn’t just that his was thick; there was one nearly as thick but it wasn’t as long, or that it was long because another was as long although nowhere near as thick. It was everything; the beautifully shaped mushroom crown, the plum sized balls in their elongated ball-sac and the way it hung and moved as he walked in. Quite a number of the hot wives and even some cucks were drooling at the sight. But while some people were watching him, he was concentrating on Julie as her husband lovingly prepared her.
Everyone watching was getting aroused by the scene. Larry’s finger was in an increasingly wet Becky whilst she had managed to free his now erect cock and was gripping it. Tom had to make do with holding his own, ignoring another cuck, who by his regular surreptitious glances, was intimating that they could hold each other’s. Virtually everyone in the room, save for the caged cucks, was similarly occupied.
Julie lay on the mattress, her beautiful dress already undone by her dutiful husband. Her legs were fully parted and he was licking her open cleft in an effort to make it even easier for Frank’s cock to penetrate her. In fact she was already so wet Sam’s assistance was redundant. But of course it was necessary, if only to signify hubby’s total acquiescence in what was about to take place.
By now Frank had knelt alongside Julie’s head and was offering her his cock. It was an offer she could not refuse. What joy she experienced as hubby continued to lick her cleft, occasionally teasing her clit, as she showed her utter devotion to the cock of her dreams. She was now so excited she no longer cared that a number of people might be watching her. Sam could hardly be expected to remain unmoved by what was taking place either, and his own dick was now fully erect.
It was with some difficulty Frank persuaded Julie to let go of his dick. He was now ready to fuck her. He tapped Sam on the shoulder in order to indicate he should move out of the way. There may have been a misunderstanding on Sam’s part or he may have felt he couldn’t be too careful and thus had to provide the maximum lubrication to ease Frank’s imminent penetration of Julie, but whatever it was, he quickly bent his head and slavered the crown of Frank’s rigid dick. For the spectators, there was a collective intake of breath. Yes, most of the people watching expected to see the cuck clean up his hot wife and there was always a slim chance that he might even clean up the bull. But no-one had ever seen a cuck prepping a bull before, not in public anyway. Becky even turned round to her husband to register her surprise.
Sam’s initial duty was done and he sat on the floor at the foot of the mattress. He thus had a grandstand view as Frank lifted Julie’s legs and held them in place with his powerful arms. He was transfixed as he saw the black man slowly easing his prick into her. Even those people who were unable to see the actual penetration could tell what was happening, simply by looking at Julie’s initial pained expression followed by one of unalloyed pleasure.
Frank gave her a moment or two to fully dilate. In the calm before the storm he bent his head to her exposed breast and gave it a love bite. As he was doing so Julie was caressing the back of his neck. She whispered the words in his ear, but in the quietness of the room, most people heard what she said; she was telling him to fuck her. And she got exactly what she wanted. He fucked her as hard as he’d ever fucked any woman in his whole life. It ought to have been painful for her but it was utter bliss as his huge organ relentlessly pounded her, plumbing her very depths, her delightful breasts juddering under his feverish onslaught. Her whole world was concentrated on her stretched pussy and the delicious sensation emanating from it. She looked with unseeing eyes at the people now crowding around her.
But these onlookers could see her and they certainly liked what they saw. None more so than her husband who could only stare in amazement at his wife; at the woman he thought he knew. He had never seen her so uninhibited. Becky who had always suspected that there may have been more to Julie than met the eye, still could not believe her eyes. To Tom, who had once fantasised about her being fucked by a black man, reality far exceeded his fantasy. He would never ever again think of her as Miss Prim and Proper; perhaps he should rename her, Miss Insatiable. Larry, who was a rather more detached observer, simply admired his friend’s technique. Nevertheless he could not help but imagine what it would have been like to fuck Julie himself, his pleasant daydream being brought to a sudden and somewhat painful end when Becky, who sensed what he was thinking, squeezed his dick rather harder than usual.
All good things must come to an end and so it was with Julie’s public fuck. Sam, ***ly stroking himself, observed Frank’s buttocks clench and he realised that he was ejaculating, filling the love of his life with his potent seed. He readied himself to dart between her legs in order to clean her up. Then came the moment as Frank dismounted. Julie’s legs were still splayed as Sam immediately fastened his mouth to her opening and suddenly Frank’s cum was on his tongue. It was not that easy for Sam to swallow the initial large volume but the flow subsequently reduced to more manageable portions. As he continued to minister to his wife, Janet’s words from his first visit came to mind. ‘Cleaning her up is a real measure of the cuck’s love for his wife.’ Sam really did love his wife and cleaning her in this way was an utter joy. He felt even more affectionate and, bearing in mind it was in public, pride, when his oral caresses brought her to yet another climax. Now, there was one final duty to perform before the conclusion of the show. He was aware that Frank was kneeling next to him so he turned his head and took the bull’s now relatively soft cock into his mouth to clean it. It was perhaps a token gesture but one that merited the prolonged applause from the rest of the people in the club.
The three of them now retired to their private room and made themselves respectable, or at least as near respectable as was possible. Frank got dressed, Sam put on some trousers whilst Julie merely refastened her dress. Her exposed breast was sporting a prominent love-bite on it and the other manifestation of her recent sexual congress was continuing to leak from her. They finally joined the others to a mixture of high-fives, kisses and the shaking of hands of the two cuckolds. There was some initial embarrassment on the part of both Julie and her husband but that was quickly dispelled by the number of people who, at different times, stopped by to congratulate them. Tom had a moment to treasure too. Julie was still leaking and asked for a tissue. Before anyone could respond he offered her a fresh white handkerchief. No longer concerned about her modesty, (and who could blame her) she wiped her upper thigh and open cleft with it before returning it to him. Tom put it to his face before folding it and carefully returning it to his pocket.
Sam and Julie never went back to the club as a couple. Sam and Tom went now and again and when they did Janet would invariably compliment Sam on his performance that night and laughingly remind him that he had once told her his wife would never set foot in such a place. Frank was true to his word in that he did make Sam suck him off whilst Julie watched. She had really enjoyed the spectacle too and had been unable to resist masturbating. Consequently it became a reamisterably regular activity amongst the three of them. However Frank took on board Larry’s wise words and did not make Sam wear a cock cage. Julie and Sam still fucked, though far less often than they once did. And on those occasions when they did fuck, Sam always asked her to tell him that she could hardly feel him (which happened to be true anyway) and would get her to pinch it with her fingers. Julie was seeing Frank twice a week now and was getting all the cock she could possibly handle. Sam was more than content to wank off and was now doing it often enough, so as not to be put off his stroke, even if she chanced upon him. Larry and Becky continu
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