The Earnest Cuckold
by Scott Laurel
© All Rights Reserved. 23 March, 2003
The Earnest Cuckold – Chapter IV
The process of making a mold of Greg's cock was actually very simple, requiring nothing more than following the detailed instructions. When I first saw the negative mold of Greg's cock, I gasped at the apparent dimensions and thought the latex mold was probably stretched and distorted by the process being done incorrectly. That wasn't the case, when after filling his mold with the liquid rubber, I could see that this replica of his manhood was not distorted but was, as Stacey had described, gigantic in size. There was, to my shame and I'm sure to Stacey's delight, enough material left to make a mold of my cock. As both molds rested safely in separate containers, filled with water needed to prevent sagging when the liquid rubber was poured into the mold, I started getting horny. I was craving to see the end result, but the molds needed 4 to 6 hours to cure and could not be handled until then.
I then remembered that Stacey had taken the digital camera with her last night and I ran into the bedroom, acting like a starved animal, searching for the camera. I found it at the bottom of the purse she used last night and checked the number of pictures taken; it showed 42 pictures on its memory card. I took the camera to our desktop computer, transferred the images as quickly as I could press the right buttons, and saw the thumbnail images as they displayed rapidly on the monitor. After I got comfortable with the size of Greg's cock as it was shown in various poses, some showing it being sucked by Stacey, others showing his meat buried into her pussy, her lips pushed out wide by his incredible girth, I couldn't help but notice how handsome and distinguished looking Greg was. A few of Stacey's initial photos showed him in non-sexual poses and I was struck by how much he resembled the actor, Denzal Washington, though Greg's skin tone is much lighter and Greg has no facial hair. His build is very muscular, bordering on the physique one would expect from a professional body-builder. I knew that Stacey's attraction to Greg was part his huge cock, part his good looks and part, his very muscular frame. She loved men with big arms and legs and through not shown in any of her photos, she undoubtedly spent a considerable amount of time fondling and stroking his 'other muscles'.
The last of the photos showed Stacey's pussy filled with his cum, her pussy lips still noticeably pushed outward in a manner that I had seen only while she was being fucked. What I could not determine from the photos was the amount of semen Greg produced. Stacey said his quantity was more than Ben's 4-ounce load, and I thought to myself, how did she know about the size of his load before last night, their first date. She said that when she met Greg for the first time at the movies, she unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock to examine, and then admire, its size. Of course, I thought, she met him at the place where we went with Ben, and probably was too tempted, gave him a hand-job and witnessed his load. I never had any objection to Stacey, if she wanted to, giving a hand-job to anyone she met without my prior knowledge, provided she didn't suck or fuck him and no exchange of body fluids took place.
At 5 o'clock that night, Stacey was still an hour away from arriving home and my curiosity over Greg's mold was growing rapidly. I peeled off the outer latex mold from Greg's replica cock, and discovered why her lips were pushed out so wide. It measured 11" long from the tip of the head to the start of his balls and while he did not have the bulbous head of her former lover, he didn't need it. His shaft tapered from the head down to his balls, getting thicker with each inch, until it measured 8" around at the base. That's just a tad over 2.5" thick and only an inch smaller in circumference than my horse cock dildo. His cock was almost three inches more around than the length of my entire prick. Holy shit! I looked at the photos again and came to believe that if Stacey's sole consideration as to the viability of our marriage was measured thusly, I would be history.
After a tough day at the office, Stacey entered the door. I greeted her with a kiss on the cheek and told her dinner was ready anytime she wanted to eat. She expressed her appreciation but no, she was tired and wanted to lie down for a while before we had dinner. After an hour or so, Stacey came out of the bedroom, refreshed and ready to enjoy the nice dinner I'd taken the time, between jerk-off sessions, to prepare. She asked about my day and everything I'd done and wanted to know specifically if I had finished her special assignment. I told her everything, omitting the three times I jerked-off without her permission, and that Greg's mold was done and was placed underneath her pillow on the bed.
We finished dinner with some small talk and as we went into the bedroom and laid next to each other on the bed, Stacey told me that she wanted to tell me everything about last night, but first she wanted to discuss some changes to our cuckold marriage and how it involved her new lover. I laid quietly to her side as she expressed her thoughts about the three of us being together sexually, and how she felt about my presence while she had sex with another man. She said, "No don't get upset or misunderstand my intentions, but I need to be with him alone when we're having sex. It's not that I don't want you to share these experiences with you, but I have a tough time focusing on my lover when you're in the room with us, and I want to propose a change." I wasn't sure what was coming next, but I was, as always, prepared to be supportive of Stacey's desires and needs. She continued saying, "How about if we break up the sessions into two types, one where Greg is with the two of us, and you and Greg, at my direction, can be sexual with whatever you want to do, and two, where just Greg and myself are together, alone. I'll tell you every detail of our dates and if you like, continue to take pictures of our lovemaking, with extra shots of those creampie poses you get-off on."
I thought about her proposal at length, and while I initially felt that I was being pushed out, it quickly came to pass that Stacey's idea was perfect for all of us. She would see Greg twice a week, at our place. I would prepare 'their' bedroom and when Greg arrived, I would serve drinks, and then discretely exit to the den and listen intently for Stacey's moans of absolute ecstasy as Greg fucked her like no wife had ever been fucked before, or since. Greg would leave quickly and quietly when he was done and only when she was completely satiated by his horse-like manhood. She would whistle for me and I would return to the bedroom and lick her pussy clean. The amount of his cum was unreal; Stacey told me that on a number of occasions, when he ejaculated while completely pushed into her, his excess semen would actually spurt out the sides of her pussy and onto her thighs.
Once a week, the session would be for my pleasure. She would dress into a leather corset and harness that she had custom made for her. While she ordered me to suck Greg's cock, she would attach his dildo mold to her harness and fuck my ass hard until I came twice. Other times she would have Greg fuck me with his cock and she would take my cock replica dildo and force me to suck it, or she would push my head down to her pussy, telling me to lick it clean while Greg fucked me hard, with Stacey encouraging Greg to cum in my ass, which he always did.
The only time I ever became uncomfortable with our arrangement is when, several months into our involvement, Stacey told me that Greg and her wanted to participate in a gang-bang session that was part of a weekly event being hosted at a place in the city. Greg was familiar with most of the wife-swapping couples that routinely contributed to this event, held every Saturday night in a converted loft near the financial district. Before Greg and Stacey met, he was a frequent guest at this club, no doubt due to the size of his cock, and was a featured performer for those women who wanted his size and their voyeuristic partners. I had a number of reservations about this kind of extra marital affair experience, but before I could express my thoughts, Stacey stopped me and tried to reassure me that Greg vouched for these people, it was a private, by invitation only, sex club and all the members were both impeccably clean and very discrete. She told me that she would attend only when her monthly cycle was least likely to result in pregnancy and she would use beforehand, a new contraceptive foam that she got from her doctor. Well, I trusted to some extent, Greg's word and character, and more importantly, I trusted without reservation, Stacey's good judgment.
The gang-bang date was being held this Saturday night and Stacey, as stated in our cuckold agreement, needed my consent before she could commit to Greg her desire and my approval to participate in this type of activity. I felt uneasy, and could not agree to this until I had a chance to talk with Greg. The only time I would be seeing Greg before Saturday night was the next day, Friday, when he was scheduled to come over to our place, for his regular twice-a-week date with my wife. Friday night came; Stacey greeted Greg at the door in her usual manner by kissing him passionately and allowing Greg to push her head down to his crotch while he stood next to the closed front door. This is when I would take my cue and prepare a glass of wine for Stacey and a scotch, on the rocks, for Greg.
I could easily hear Stacey's slurping noises as she would greedily suck that massive cock of his, and would often sneak a peek to see Greg standing, tilting backwards against the door, holding Stacey's head with both hands, and slowly fucking her throat. Stacey was never able to fully deep-throat his cock. Its not that he was too long, but his girth at about 8 inches down his shaft, was too wide for Stacey's mouth and when she tried, her jaw muscles would start to spasm, ending her feast and her pleasure. I couldn't get more than 5 inches into my mouth when I would start to gag. Once, my attempt at greater depth to please Stacey caused me to throw-up, embarrassing me, and squelching the sexual mood of all of us. After I served their drinks and excused myself to the den, Stacey and Greg quickly went into the bedroom and closed the door. Usually, they would talk for 20 to 30 minutes before having sex, but tonight Stacey was very horny and had been uncommonly fidgety since her arrival home. I knew my wife well, she was thinking about tomorrow night at the sex club, and all the new sexual experiences and sensations awaiting her arrival.
They were apparently done, only a half-hour later. I was shocked, they never took less than two hours and often would let me know, by way of our intercom, that they were taking a break, and would leave to get a quick bite to eat. Returning quickly, they would fuck again for another hour or so. When I heard Stacey's trademark whistle signaling me they were done and to come to bedroom to lick her clean, I hesitated and wondered if I'd heard something else and mistook it for her signal. No, she whistled again and this time called out my name. I opened the den door and rushed to the bedroom, the door was open and Stacey and Greg were still fucking. She was lying back on his body, face up, straddling his torso, his legs spread wide and bent at the knees, his feet planted at the foot of the bed, slowly gliding his cock in and out of her slurping pussy.
She wanted me to give my consent for tomorrow night now, while Greg was fucking her. She said, "If you tell me that I can go with Greg tomorrow, I'll let you watch him fuck me, you can lick my clit and stare at his cock while he pleases me." Having no self-control when it comes to being able to witness Stacey being fucked, I gave my consent without hesitation and immediately kneeled on the floor at the foot of the bed, getting a close-up view of Greg's cock filling my wife's gorgeous pussy. I began licking her clit as she told me what a good cuckold husband I was, satisfied that she had my consent and knowing that I would do anything to please her. She and Greg came almost simultaneously, as his cock started to pulsate with spurts of his semen, Stacey came hard and stopped her rocking motion over his body, allowing his cum to overflow from her womb and into my willing mouth.
Greg was late arriving to take Stacey to the club; his wife was giving him a bad time about him being out two nights in a row and wanted him home more often to help with their kids. I took this a bad omen, but said nothing to Stacey about my feelings, knowing that she was eagerly anticipating tonight's fun and I sensed that she was a little nervous anyway about the untested waters she was about to enter. Greg called a third time saying he was on his way and would be there in a few minutes.
I spent the few minutes available to 'check-out' my wife, making sure that her hair, makeup and outfit were exactly as she desired. "You know that we will be out very late tonight, honey", she said as I adjusted one of her shoulder pads, so that it was straight and level with the other. "Yes, I know. You look absolutely stunning, my sweet. Have a good time and don't forget to call me when you're getting ready to leave," I said as Greg pulled into the driveway. Stacey, with one last look in the mirror, smiled to herself, very pleased with her appearance and with an air-kiss sent in my general direction, quickly left out the door. On this occasion, I was not allowed to perform my customary duty of giving my wife cunnilingus prior to a date, she told me that she needed to conserve her orgasm 'pool' for tonight and promised me a report of great detail the next day, offering that which I could never refuse, a thorough pounding of my ass as a reward for my consent.
The rest of the night, until my unplanned arrival at the club, was later described to me by Greg. They arrived at the club just after 8 pm and spent the first 30 minutes with Stacey being introduced to several of the members and Greg reconnecting with people he hadn't seen for several months. After small talk, drinks, and several uninvited proposals, Stacey asked Greg when 'it' was going to start. Greg explained to her that a private room was being prepared for her and one of her gang-bang partners would be there shortly to escort them into the room. She asked if Greg was going to be in the room with her the entire time. Greg sensed her apprehension, told her that of course he would be there the whole time, and suggested she smoke a joint to relax and put herself at ease. Well, I'm probably the only person who knows what Stacey becomes when she is high. When we first started dating, I was given a lid of marijuana from a good friend. I told him that I stopped using all drugs, except alcohol and nicotine, when I came home from college. He told me that it was 'primo' shit, and I accepted the gift anyway, thinking that maybe I'll impress my new girlfriend, Stacey, with having a 'connection' for the good stuff. I've never seen such unbridled lust from anything other than what is 'faked' on a good porn video. She was insatiable while she was under the influence, and after the times we got high, I also discovered that her ability to recall events while she was high was almost nil. She could not remember anything: places, people, her words, or anybody else's.
My wife and Greg were escorted by one of her soon-to-be lover's into a large room with a king-size bed, and as was prearranged, at Stacey's request, video equipment and lights were set on the floor, ready for filming. This was something that I was totally unaware of; Stacey had told Greg that she wanted to accomplish two goals, first, to be the recipient of a gang-bang, a fantasy she had since she was a teenager, and secondly, to provide me with enough jerk-off material for the next several years. Greg guided Stacey to the bed and cued the cameraman to start filming. This is where Greg's recollection of events ends, and the video diary documenting the gang-bang of my beautiful wife, takes over.
This video came into my possession later that morning, when just before 2 am, I was brought out of a deep sleep as the phone rang. Expecting the call to be from Stacey, telling me that she was on her way home, I was startled when an unfamiliar, male voice on the other end asked me if I was Stacey's husband. I said, "Yes, who is this?" He paused for a moment and said, "I'm with the club, your wife is her and she wants you to pick her up." Realizing that I didn't need to be discrete, I asked the caller where Greg was, and that he was with her and was supposed to bring her home tonight. He told me that he was told that Greg had to leave several hours ago; some kind of emergency at home. "Sorry man, but she's done being fucked and needs a ride home," he said.
I got directions to the club, dressed as quickly as I could and raced to the club for my wife. When I arrived and was admitted inside after identifying myself, Stacey and Greg, I was led to the private room where Stacey was resting on the bed. She was still naked, her whole body covered with dried cum, telling me how much she loved me. I could tell right away that she was high by the exaggerated nature of her speech. Though I was turned on by the scene, my thoughts were still of concern for my wife and her well-being. She was fine, actually better than fine. She hadn't gotten out of the bed and dressed because she couldn't move; her body was utterly exhausted and now, sleep was the only thing she desired. The video tape was lying next to her purse with a note attached, "To: Stacey's Cuckold Husband – enjoy watching this as much as we enjoyed fucking your wife, and as much as she loved being fucked by all of us." It was signed by fourteen different names.
I still had no adequate explanation of what had happened to Greg, her escort for the night. It wasn't until we arrived home and I put Stacey to bed, when the phone rang, not disturbing her at all. Greg was on the other end, apologizing profusely for leaving Stacey alone at the club. I listened, still very angry, then understanding his emergency; he had to get home quickly, but he told Stacey and the guys in the room that he would be back in a couple of hours. Well, a couple of hours turned into four hours and he didn't arrive back at the club until fifteen minutes after we had left. Stacey had no memory of Greg leaving and promising to return. When the guys had finally finished her gang-bang at about 1:30 that morning, Stacey, still high and completely worn-out, asked someone to call her husband at home to pick her up. Everything turned out fine. Stacey, as I predicted, had almost no memory of her gang-bang and watched the video once, with me, amazed by her own animal lust and her ability to take all those cocks.
Before the gang-bang started, Greg had requested two concessions from all the guys. First, Stacey was not to be penetrated anally, that was off limits to everyone, including me. She had a very bad experience in her youth, that she was unable to relate, even to me, and told me when we were dating, that her ass could never be fucked by anyone or anything. She was so emphatic, that I've never inquired further, and have left this private matter to herself. Greg's second request was that only those guys with a vasectomy could cum inside her pussy. Only five guys present had been 'fixed'. The others pulled-out of her pussy as they were reaching orgasm, and shot their loads on either her tits or face. When they were all done, the video showed a close-up of Stacey's face covered with a thick layer of cum. She was then forcibly fisted by the last guy who fucked her, while she moaned and begged for more cock, unaware that she now had a fist, not a cock, inside her. Her mouth accepted small globs of cum melting on her face as her lips opened when she spoke, and then she started to cum again. It was like the first time she came when Ben fisted her, though for not as long. She collapsed after her last body spasm ended and all the guys, now with flaccid cocks, were shown on film one by one, as the video ended.
Stacey participated in seven more gang-bangs, with Greg as her escort, and she now allowed everyone to cum inside her. She permitted me to attend her ninth, and last. Each erotic event was video-taped and each was more exciting than the one before. She was fucked and filled with cum in every position imaginable, and by a wide variety of lover's. On her last session, the one I was permitted to attend, she told me she was going to do a 'progressive' gang-bang. She would be fucked by a group of the club's members, each larger in cock size than the previous member. Each man, one at a time, was allowed to fuck Stacey for a maximum of 15 minutes or until he came inside her. Most guys didn't even come close to their time allocation and would quickly shoot their loads, fuck her cum-soaked pussy for another minute and pull out for the next guy. In that gang-bang, Stacey received the cocks and loads of 23 different men, taking all of four hours to complete. I think most of these guys came so quickly, within five to 10 minutes, because they would keep jerking on their cocks, trying to keep themselves hard, waiting for their turn with my wife.
Most of the guys had nicely sized cocks, certainly all bigger than mine, but only one other club member exceeded Greg's size and stamina. He was nicknamed 'King Dong'. He was gifted with a monster-size cock, and he knew how to use it. I tried to estimate its size; he was perhaps wider, and definitely longer than Greg. When I saw, for the first time on the second gang-bang video, this 'King Dong' guy hoist his meat with his hand and start to guide it into Stacey's well fucked and cum-filled pussy, I freaked. I thought that his size could not fit inside her, no way. As I viewed the video, I stopped stroking my cock, in absolute awe and wonder, as his entire cock gradually slipped inside her. The cum already inside her pussy sprayed forcefully around and past his deepening thrust, and instead of cries of pain, she was actually pleading with him to fuck her deeper, begging him to stretch her open and cum inside her. He fucked her hard, really hard, for the next 30 minutes and if it had gone on much longer, I think she would have passed out.
She never got stoned again at any subsequent gang-bangs and remembered ever deliciously, ravaging moment. The cameraman was superb, bordering on professional, theatre quality, and I now have 26 edited hours of cock-numbing video, converted to DVD, that I use on a daily basis to jerk-off. After her ninth gang-bang, Stacey told me that she had enough. She had fun and truly enjoyed the experiences, but it was too impersonal and it had lost its appeal to her. I completely understood her feelings; Stacey needed a direct emotional connection with her lover's. Without that connection, sex with another man was just a physical act designed to achieve orgasm, lacking the emotional aspect that inspired her to express and achieve her deepest sexual desires. Thankfully, she never got pregnant from those gallons of sperm that were deposited into her insatiable pussy, and continued to test negative for STD's. Her last gang-bang was the only time I had the pleasure and honor of licking her clean and drinking the cum from her freshly fucked pussy. She was so worn-out and numb that she couldn't cum again, even with my pussy-licking skills. It wasn't as gratifying for me and she made up for my needs of cuckolding fulfillment by treating me to her version of a gang-bang. She spent the next evening fisting my ass, and fucking me with that horse cock, until I was no longer able to respond, utterly raped and exhausted by hours of her relentlessly pounding of, what the next day, was my very sore, but very satisfied ass.
The Earnest Cuckold – Chapter V
Our arrangement lasted for almost a year, when Greg was unexpectedly recalled to active duty in the Navy. Stacey had no idea he was in the reserves and we were upset with the prospect of Greg's departure, not just for us and the sex, but also for his well-being. Both of us were fond of him as a friend and sexual partner. We spent the weeks until his departure experimenting with every deviant sexual thought Stacey's perverse imagination could conjure. Stacey had Greg fist me once while I licked her pussy, and several times, she had me lick his ass while he slowly fucked her. After Greg left, we started to enjoy sex more often with each other. With Greg's replica cock in place, I started using Stacey's strap-on harness to provide her with the good, hard fucking pleasure she desires, and the intimacy that we both need. Stacey was allowing me to fuck her again with my cock, but only after I fucked her with Greg's rubber cock. Most amazing to me was her frequent concession that allowed me to fill her pussy with lube. She hated the idea, which I could never fathom. After all, she loved the feeling of cum inside her pussy and yet detested the idea of lube even touching her body.
Who knows the root cause, she doesn't know why, but she has never once showed her aversion while I use it in her to simulate cum, only afterwards does she make her feelings known (By then, I don't care because I've already got my nut off). I mix a small batch of lube just for her, blending it to match the color, opacity, and viscosity of semen, and then warm it to body temperature before its use. After a bit of foreplay and when she indicates she's ready, I place a couple of towels underneath her bottom, place a blindfold on her, and tie her wrists to the bed. Then I slowly squirt about 8 ounces of lube inside her using a turkey-baster and then slowly start to fuck her using the 'Greg' dildo. I keep my face close to her pussy, frequently licking her clit for a few seconds at a time. After a few minutes, she starts to get excited and moves and grinds her hips in rhythm to my thrusts, telling me to go deeper and faster as she fantasizes about a lover fucking her like this. The lube oozes and squirts from her pussy, and I remain quiet, not saying anything to break the spell and disturb her fantasy as she approaches orgasm. When she cums, it is always one of those twisting, jerking types where her hips leap off the bed as she arches her back and her whole body trembles and quivers for several minutes. I wait until she's done and when she gives me a hand signal, I mount her.
My cock by this time is diamond-hard and visibly pulsating with my heartbeat. Within a few minutes of entering her wonderfully, sloppy-wet pussy, my brain filled with the slurping noises of her pussy, I cum with a powerful rush as my own spurts mix with the lube inside her. I then pull out and untie her from the bed so she can quickly get into the shower and clean that 'revolting' lube and cum from her pussy. She emerges from the bathroom and asks if I enjoyed the scene, and repeats each time to me, how much she detests that lube and my cum inside her. I get on my knees and thank her, with the deference of a slave, for her grace and generosity by allowing me the privilege of sexual interaction with her. She always responds in a superior tone and tells me to lick her pussy the next morning when she awakes, put on my panties, prepare her breakfast and then jerk-off on her shoes, licking them clean while she dresses for work. After she leaves for work, she calls me from her cell phone and has me beg for the 'horse cock' in my ass with her promise, that if do everything that's on my daily to-do list, she will that night, pound my ass until I'm senseless.
I think that this form of play spurred her to actually pursuing the idea of finding a real horse to fuck me. Neither my wife nor I had ever expressed any interest in bestiality. In fact, Stacey seemed to have an understandable distaste for the practice and while I have seen a number of bestiality photos on the internet, they didn't turn me on. The only time Stacey had ever mentioned bestiality was while we were dating and sharing our sexual experiences. She related an account from a friend on hers that took place several years before. This friend was invited to a surprise birthday party for her best friend's sister. Stacey was invited only as a secondary guest to help with preparation. They drove to the house of the birthday girl at a small town on the coast. When they arrived, the sister let the ten or so other women inside and each was assigned a task to complete before the birthday girl was expected to arrive home, several hours later. Tracy was in the dining room with another guest, setting the table, and arranging the cards and presents. Stacey's friend and two other women, including the sister, were in the kitchen preparing food when all hell broke loose.
They heard a noise from the door that led into the garage that had been converted into a guest room. The sister went to investigate with the other women on her heels. They entered the guest room only to find the birthday girl sprawled out on the couch, and her Great Dane lapping at her pussy. She was naked, but was wearing a headset, presumably listening to music, when one of the women screamed. She opened her eyes, leaped from the couch, and began screaming herself. The women quickly retreated back into the kitchen, by which time, Stacey and the other quests had run into kitchen, startled by all the screaming. The sister told everyone to leave immediately and Stacey's friend grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her outside to the car. It wasn't until they were several miles away that Stacey's friend finally told her what was wrong. Stacey thought there was a fire or a burglar that provoke the panic and hasty exit.
When Stacey told me this story, she did so with a genuine sense of sorrow and compassion for this woman. She tried to avoid being judgmental but couldn't help think how perverted of this woman to engage in that type of sex. I also felt sad for this woman, but not for what she had done, only that now her sister and friends knew what she was doing sexually with her dog. Stacey and her friend never again talked about this incident, the friend probably realized that she should had never told anyone what actually happened, and should had lied to Stacey about the circumstances that day. This is why I often find myself reinforcing to Stacey the need to be absolutely discrete about our sexual activities.
Women will tell other women, sometimes complete strangers, more intimate details and feelings about their sexual exploits and fantasies, than they discuss with their own husbands. I can't count the number of discussions I've had with married guys, friends and just acquaintances, where if the subject comes up, they invariably relate the same thing: "Yeah, I came home one day and heard my wife on the phone talking about (how good I eat her pussy,) or (how quickly I cum when I fuck her,) or (how big (or small) my dick is,) or (what I'll do for her just to get laid,) and when I asked her who the fuck was on the phone, she'll look at me, with a Cheshire-cat kind of grin, and say it was, (her sister,) or (her coworker,) or (the fucking Avon lady!)." I've always been open-minded to most sexual activities, and all sexual fantasies, but this is why I have a problem with some of the activities we engaged in, and especially why I had a problem, at least initially, to Stacey's next venture into the arena of bestiality.
Stacey was looking on the internet for a couple who were within a reasonable driving distance and into bestiality with horses, and who could provide a well-trained horse and setting for this type of sexual activity. She thought she found someone, a single woman living on a small ranch about 60 miles out of town. Stacey initially contacted this woman on a web chat room that catered to women and couples that were into bestiality adventures with horses. They exchanged email addresses after switching to a private chat room, which allowed for a confidential exchange of information.
Her name was Penny, she was 30-something, divorced for five years, and living alone on a small ranch in the valley that she was awarded as part of her divorce settlement. Penny thought that Stacey was interested in herself being fucked by a horse and Stacey didn't clarify her interest until they started to exchange email with each other. Stacey told me several times, usually while she was fucking my ass with the horse dildo, that she fully intended to find a means of arranging a horse fucking scenario for us. I never took her seriously; I loved the idea, but only as a form a fantasy play. Stacey's stories were always vivid and inspired, filled with torrid images of unbridled lust. She always sent me over the edge with her creative imagery, forcing me to cum. Even during these times of fiery rapture, with Stacey's images in my head and her forearm pumping in and out of my ass, I never considered, for a moment, actually having sex with a horse.
She gave Penny our phone number in a email when, after explaining to her that she was not the one wanting to be penetrated, but her husband, this woman immediately responded with a rush of interest, obviously excited about the idea of a man being involved, and wanted to know more about Stacey's plans for her husband. Stacey and Penny spoke often, Stacey curious about the practice of actually fucking a horse and Penny encouraging Stacey to commit to arrange a meeting, with her ass slut cuckold husband in tow. I was not aware of any of this, Stacey would sometimes ask me to leave the house when she wanted to talk with Penny on the phone, telling me only that she had a private call to make, didn't want me to eavesdrop, and that I needed the exercise anyway. I assumed she was engaging a potential new lover and was eager to comply. Stacey was now fisting me on a daily basis, and all I could think of was how wonderful it was. She was attentive and lustful in her nightly interaction with me, and I never suspected that she was planning any of this.
I can remember as if it was yesterday, sitting with an old friend of the family as I was about to leave home for college. He was a good father-figure to me and we enjoyed our lengthy discussions and debates. On this occasion, we were drinking heavily, he was reminiscing about his college experiences and all the trouble he got into with women. He told me that if I ever found myself in battle, ready to attack and opposed by two forces, one a large group of heavily armed, well trained soldiers and the other, a woman with a come-hither smile on her face with her hips swaying seductively; go after the soldiers. I guess it's true, men generally have little guile and women can be the most clever and devious creatures that God ever created. Still, I cannot resist their allure and while I have a roving eye for every good looking woman within my vision, particularly redheads, I have never since our first date, wanted to be with anyone but my wife.
After two weeks of discussion and one face-to-face meeting with Penny at her ranch, Stacey was satisfied with the aspects of safety and absolute discretion that she needed before she could take the next step. Stacey approached me that weekend with all her 'ducks in a row', laid out the scenario and waited for my response. At first, I simply said, "No way, we don't know this woman well enough to engage in something that provocative and risky." Stacey said that she would not try to force or induce me to participate, but she truly felt comfortable with Penny, and had spent a lot of time researching and understanding the process of how this would take place. She added further, saying that she had the confidence and experience of other people into this type of play that she had been corresponding with on the internet. I continued to say no for the next week until I realized that my reaction was based upon a deep-seeded fear of horses.
Since I was a kid, I've had an irrational fear of horses. I have never had a negative reaction to any other type of animal in my life, only horses. Stacey had indeed, spent a lot of time and energy trying to make this fantasy real, and I owed her an explanation. She responded with compassion and wondered if I should try to address this, admittedly, irrational fear of horses. I knew she wanted to pursue this fantasy with me, and I asked her for any help she could offer. I wanted to please her and submit to her desire to see me fucked by a horse. She called Penny and explained everything that was going on with me, and asked her for advice. Penny told her that I probably had a frightening experience with a horse as a young boy. Forgotten from my conscious memory, it could have happened at a pony ride; perhaps I was thrown or stepped on. She said that I needed to confront my fear, even if it leads to nothing more about their plans to have me penetrated.
I agreed, already having come to that same conclusion, and we went out to Penny's place that weekend. She showed us around her home and took us to the stall were she kept her horse, aptly named, 'Brutus'. With Penny's guidance and Stacey's reassurance, I quickly overcame my fear and marveled at this real horse cock. Penny gently stroked its rapidly hardening shaft, talking to him like a lover would. Its cock was shaped much like Greg's, though significantly larger in width and length and with a large, thick foreskin. The head and first six inches or so, was pinkish in color, and then mottled into a dark black sheen down the remainder of the shaft. She said he was 19 inches long from its tip to the base of the shaft, and was 10" around where she estimated to be the maximum depth of penetration possible, at 16". She fucked him once every day, but had never tried, or wanted, to take his entire length. She was satisfied with about 8", that she was able to control with her horse fucking equipment.
She went on to explain how this process worked: The horse was trained to accept a harness and collar as a restraint that was designed to keep it motionless while it stood in place. She then laid, face-up and underneath the horse, on a narrow padded table that had an adjustable incline and pad where she placed her lower back and rear. The table was adjustable for vertical and horizontal position, it had large rollers with locking tabs on the base that allowed the entire table to move underneath the horse, and with the use of a small electric motor and car battery, the table top was able to slide, forwards and backwards, to facilitate the motion needed for fucking. Four padded metal bars, secured to the rear of the table and extending overhead, just underneath the horse's chest, served as a cage to prevent the horse from accidentally injuring the person on the table. Extending from the table by a cord was a remote controller, allowing her to adjust the depth and speed of penetration. It was a cleverly designed apparatus, and both Stacey and I were impressed by her expertise. I was further reassured by her considerable experience and by how clean everything was; the horse didn't smell like a horse. Penny was very fastidious about cleanliness and the stall area was spotless; the smell was pleasant and sanitary.
Penny told me that when I was ready, I would be fucked in the exact same manner, and both she and Stacey would be there to make sure everything went well, and that I would probably end up being a frequent guest on her 'E ride' contraption. Stacey and I both laughed, and Stacey, sensing that I might me ready, started to kiss me and remove my clothes. I began to melt from her attention and was quickly guided to a sling that was attached to the beams, near the entrance of the stall. Stacey had already instructed me to clean myself out before we left, and I was ready for what was planned. After I was positioned in the sling, Stacey and Penny undressed, and Stacey took from her bag a bottle of my special fisting lube, she handed Penny a pair of long latex gloves. Stacey then placed on her own gloves and started to lube my ass. Penny had a nice body, through she wasn't nearly as attractive as my wife, she was petite and blonde with deep blue eyes, and her all-over tan indicated that she was a sun bather, and her firm, pert breasts, way too nice for someone her age, suggested a boob-job at some point in her life. After a few minutes, Stacey had her fist and forearm into me; she was pumping me slowly, not wanting me to orgasm, but only to open me up and make me ready for Brutus. Stacey asked Penny if she would like to take turns fisting me. Penny jumped at the invitation, coated her hand and arm with lube, and moved into position to take over. Stacey withdrew her hand slowly and allowed Penny to resume my preparation. While Penny began fisting me with the same slow pace, Stacey removed her gloves and fetched her digital camera. "For posterity", she said as the camera flashed into my eyes, Stacey getting both wide-angle and close-up pictures of Penny fisting her husband's ass. I saw Penny wink at Stacey, telling me that this entire scene had been meticulously planned by the two of them, and then after Penny received Stacey's nod back, Penny started pushing her hand deeper into my ass, with each stroke, a little deeper, telling me as I accepted another inch of her arm, how well I was doing.
Before I knew it, Penny had her arm, up to the elbow, placed inside me. I couldn't see her arm, but knew its depth from Stacey's vocal observation. At that point, Penny held her position inside me and asked me if I was ok. I felt ok, just a strange sense of being bloated, somewhat like the feeling after eating too much. She laughed and said that was perfectly normal, and that I was doing great. She commented to Stacey that she had never seen anyone, so easily, take a deep fisting like that, and complemented my wife on her excellent training method to prepare my ass for a horse fucking. In a few minutes, Penny turned to Stacey and asked her if she wanted to try fisting me to the elbow. Stacey put down the camera, now filled with dozens of photos, and quickly placed on another set of the long, latex gloves. As Penny withdrew her arm from my quivering ass, the sound created was like the noise I associate with cream being churned into butter. It was a 'sssssslllllluuuurrrrpppp' sound, and for a moment, I was embarrassed by the thought that it was a fart. It wasn't and Stacey started to giggle at she took her turn.
Stacey has fisted me many times over the years, but she never could get deeper that half-way up her forearm. That day, Stacey had no problem fisting me to her elbow. It may have been the use of the sling, or perhaps, Stacey's confidence that she could do it now, having just seen Penny do it so easily. With one, slow, continuous stroke, her arm disappeared into my ass; the lube squirting out of me, making a nasty sounding splat as it fell to the floor. When Penny told Stacey that I was ready for Brutus, Stacey stopped her slow fucking of my ass and slowly pulled her arm out, creating that same weird, nasty sound. Penny helped me position myself correctly on the apparatus, placed my legs in the folding stirrups, and told me to breathe deeply and slowly as she brought the horse into position. After she had secured the horse and was sure that it could not move, she moved me and the table underneath the horse. I glanced down at its cock, now getting hard. Penny noticed my observation and told me that Brutus was very well trained by her, and that his cock was hardening as an automatic response to his being secured into this position. With a number of well lubed strokes of his shaft by Penny's hand, the horse's cock rapidly stiffened to its full length, swaying in the air, above my now shuddering body.
Penny motioned Stacey to get a better position for more pictures, and as Stacey sat comfortably to my side, one eye on my ass and the other looking through the camera viewfinder, Penny began the ritual. Holding the horse cock steady in her hand and with the other, turning the knobs on the controller box, she moved the platform that I laid on closer to the head of the horse's pulsating cock. I felt the head touch my ass, and Penny made a slight adjustment to my body angle by pushing, with her foot, on a metal lever underneath the bench. She moved me back slightly and then with a sudden rush that I didn't expect, the head and six additional inches of the horse's cock was inside me. She looked at my face and asked me how I was doing. I responded with only a nod, focusing on trying to get myself hard. I was so anxious with anticipation that I couldn't get hard. Penny told me to relax, that I needed to let go of my expectations and just let it happen. She gave Stacey a few moments to take photos, some showing only my ass and the horse cock, others with my face and torso and the horse cock inside me and Penny's hand holding the base.
Penny moved the bench back and forth several times, keeping the same rhythm. Every ten strokes she would tell me that I just took another inch, repeating this method that was designed to achieve maximum penetration. During this time, I lost awareness of the horse and my anxiety started to slip away. As Penny expertly continued getting me to accept more and more of the horse cock, her face revealed complete amazement. It wasn't until Stacey started to gasp in awe that Penny told me that about 13 inches of Brutus was now inside my ass. I couldn't believe it and Stacey snapped more photos asking Penny if she thought I could take more. Penny said no, and she thought it best to 'complete' my horse fucking. Stacey knew what she referring to and I got it only when Penny started to quicken the back and forth movement of the bench, fucking my ass faster, and bringing the horse closer to orgasm. As Penny sensed that Brutus was about to cum, she looked at Stacey and asked her if she wanted it 'out, shallow or deep.' Penny was asking Stacey how she wanted me to take the load of cum about to erupt in my ass. Stacey paused and asked Penny to pull it out so she could take photos of the cum all over me. Within a minute, the horse started to whinny, and Penny quickly pulled its cock out of my ass, and pointed the head toward my chest as gobs of horse semen drenched my stomach, chest and face. Stacey had put the camera into movie mode, and took dozens of rapidly exposed pictures of the 20 seconds it took the horse to empty its balls and spew its ejaculate all over me. Both girls let out a cheer as I laid there in disbelief, as a pint or better of horse cum settled and then started to drip off my sides and face.
Penny was right; we started to see her and Brutus every weekend. Stacey and I agreed that we should keep this activity very private. Stacey was offered several times, but only accepted Penny's invitation once, to be fucked by Brutus. It was our ninth or tenth visit at Penny's ranch and I had told Stacey that I was feeling a bit under-the-weather that day. She asked me if I wanted to wait until the following weekend, and I told her no, let's go and see how I felt once we got there. When we arrived, Stacey told Penny that I wasn't feeling well, and then Penny asked us if we would like to see her and Brutus together. Stacey was very enthusiastic and I was thankful that, feeling like I did, I wasn't going to horse fucked that day. Penny finished her preparation and started to ease Brutus into her pussy. We watched fascinated, as Penny slowly increased the speed of the bench and started to moan and buck on that horse cock. She didn't take anywhere near the length that I was now accustomed to, but she is a small woman and that horse cock looked absolutely gigantic in comparison to her body. After Penny quickly came, she stopped the motion of the bench with Brutus's cock still inside her, and calmly asked Stacey if she would like a turn. Surprising to me, Stacey said, "Yes, oh yes, God I would love that thing inside me."
Penny pulled out Brutus's still hard cock, slid the table out from underneath him and quickly stood up, offering Stacey her place. I looked at my wife; her face was bright and had a look of eager anticipation. Penny slid the table back underneath the horse, made several adjustments to the height and angle of the bench, aligning Stacey's pussy to the proper position. Penny talked to Brutus, stroked his cock again to make him firmly erect, and guided the head into my wife's pussy. Stacey was calm but didn't look at what going on, she kept her eyes closed and breathed as Penny instructed. I said that I was going to get the digital camera when Stacey yelled at me, "No, fuck – I don't want any photos of me like this." I got the camera anyway as she started to relax and allow Penny to insert more of that horse cock into her pussy. I took several photos, turning off the flash and with the sounds of her moans and frequent, "Oh yes, FUCK me, God YES", she wasn't aware of the quiet noise of the camera as I caught every moment, with what ended up as 91 dark, but otherwise, very good pictures. Penny placed the oscillating motor at its highest setting, fucking Stacey with about 11" of horse cock, each thrust completing at about 1 cycle per second. When Brutus started to cum, I don't think Penny was expecting him to cum so soon, she was focused on Stacey as she was approaching the brink.
When the horse cum started to fill Stacey's pussy, her eyes opened wide and she screamed like I've never heard before, her orgasm twisting her torso and her hands, white as paper, clenched around the side rails. Penny pulled Brutus out of her while she was still cuming and a rush, no, a torrent of cum splashed out of her when the head popped out. I've never shared the fact, (until my wife reads this story) that I took those photos of Stacey and Brutus. Penny knew it, but as far as I know, never mentioned it to her. They now reside on a hidden, password-protected folder on our hard drive, with two encrypted CD backups. I used a photo enhancing software product to lighten and enhance the contrast on what turned out to be my absolutely favorite sex pictures of my wife. Normally, Stacey would bring Greg's replica dildo, using it on herself and fantasizing that she was being fucked by her lover while I was being fucked by the horse. The ritual would start the same way each time. Stacey and Penny would take turns fisting me to the elbow. I would then be fucked by the horse and often Stacey would take Penny's position and fuck me, with her at the controls. I was able to get an erection and achieve orgasm on each subsequent visit, and often came twice.
For our fifth visit, Stacey had acquired the services of the cameraman from the sex club that she had gone to with Greg. He was very late arriving, having lost his way and forgetting to bring with him Stacey's cell phone number. The girls didn't seem to mind and occupied the time by playing a game, each taking turns fisting me hard until I was ready to cum, then stopping and pulling on the nipple-clamps that Stacey would bring for me. The nipple-clamps inflicted just enough pain to put me back into a non-orgasmic state. If I came while being fisted, the one who was fisting me at the time lost the contest. Stacey won this time when I purposefully held back on my excitement level and Penny misjudged my proximity to orgasm.
When the cameraman finally showed, Stacey wasted no time with small talk and had him setup his gear to capture every detail. Penny took the reigns, and from a script that both her and Stacey had prepared for me, Penny started fisting me long and hard to her elbow and then moved me from the sling, next to the horse that had not yet been restrained. She shoved me down on my knees and while Stacey whipped me from behind, Penny placed the erect horse cock to my mouth and forced me to suck the head. Stacey wore her dominatrix outfit that day, with her leather corset, strap-on harness and thigh-high boots. After a short time of being forced to stroke the horse cock and suck its head, Stacey stopped whipping me and ordered me back to where the sling was attached to the beams. I fully expected to be led to the table for a horse fucking, but Stacey had something else in mind, first. Penny unlatched the sling and placed a rope through a pulley that was secured to the beam. Stacey ordered me underneath the hanging rope and told me to place my hands behind my back and bend over at the waist. As I complied, Stacey took her fur-lined wrist restraints, placed them on my wrists, looped the rope through the rings on the restraints, and started to pull on the other end of the rope. When she was satisfied that I was properly positioned, she then took the end of the rope, tied it to a knob of the wall and attached our 'Greg' dildo to her strap-on harness. As she adjusted the tautness of her harness, she looked at me, bent over at the waist, my arms pulled hard behind my back and told me that she was going to rape me.
She moved to where I could see her and with both hands started to place lube on the strap-on dildo, stroking it like it was a real cock and telling me how horny she was and how she wanted to 'cum' in my ass. She moved back behind me as she instructed Penny to place a blindfold on me and to put a gag into my mouth. I have never been penetrated in this position before and was startled by how painful Stacey's initial thrusts into my ass were. I tried to plead with her, past the gag in my mouth, that she needed to stop; that I was not enjoying this. She laughed and only fucked me harder. After a few minutes, the pain eased and I knew that all I could do was try to endure Stacey's rape of me. She was in a fevered state, responding to my whimpers with her insistence that I beg for more of her cock and how much she enjoyed raping me. She had a small vibrating egg attached to the base of her strap-on harness that touched her clit and she was mercilessly going to fuck me until she came. She would stop occasionally, leaving the dildo fully inserted, just so she could hear my whimpers over the sounds of her own pleasure and that of the dildo ramming in and out of my ass. She asked me if I wanted more of her cock and took any response as a pleading for more. She then fucked me as hard as she could, her utterances slurred by her lust as she continued to rape me. My body finally stopped bucking from her relentless fucking, when after an hour, she finally came, long and hard, pulling out the dildo quickly from my ass. Sweat and tears were running from my face onto the ground and while Stacey recovered from her orgasm, breathing very heavily, Penny came over, removed the gag and blindfold and lowered the rope leaving me lying on the ground, savagely raped by my wife.
I was allowed a good 30 minutes to recover as Penny moved and secured Brutus into position and placed me onto the bench, while Stacey, now recovered, was talking to the cameraman, out of earshot. Penny then masterfully fucked me with that horse cock, taking little time to accustom my ass to the every increasing width and depth. The was a complete rape and willing submission of Stacey's cuckold husband, being video-taped for my wife's pleasure. Penny was finally able to get Brutus into me as far as the table would allow; that she later estimated to be about 16". My cock went soft as I started convulsing from the mixture of pleasure and pain. When Penny saw the look of anguish on my face, she pushed me back a couple of inches off the horse cock and started to gently kiss my thigh, telling me she knew that I could and would, take every inch of her horse and lover. Brutus came within minutes as Penny fucked my ass with 14" of that cock. I couldn't cum even though I was hard again and once I felt that huge quantity of horse cum start to fill my ass, I sighed deeply, my ass as sore as its even been, greatly relieved that my rape was over. Well it wasn't. Penny moved the bench from underneath Brutus, and as I laid on the bench totally spent, Stacey inserted a large butt-plug into my ass. I could barely feel it inside me and she said that she wanted the horse cum to remain inside me for the ride home. I carefully got to my feet, the butt-plug remaining in place, and started to get dressed. Stacey thanked the cameraman, neither Stacey or I can recall his name, and she offered him head as a gift in return for his expert services.
He was well built, 19, maybe 20 years old and had a baby-face that made him look much younger. He eagerly accepted her offer and removed his pants and shorts, exposing an impressive hard cock that was only an inch shorter than Greg's, but not nearly as thick. I stood next to Stacey, waiting for her start sucking him when she grabbed my hair, pulled me over in front of this guy, pushed me to my knees, and told me to suck his cock. Stacey had already made this arrangement with this guy when he told her earlier that he was bisexual, and that's when Stacey proposed this scene to him. Penny came back after putting Brutus back into his stall and assumed the position of operating the video camera. I opened my mouth, too tired to offer any resistance and started to suck him. He tasted rather good from the flavored lube that he had stroked on his cock to get himself rock hard. Stacey held my head firmly and pushed my mouth deeper over his cock. She wanted me to deep-throat him and record my complete humiliation that day. My ability to get his cock all the way down my throat was not due to my desire, but to my wife's devious mind. I was so exhausted that not even my choking reflexes were working as Stacey pushed my head all the way down, screaming at me to suck his cock like a whore and beg for his cum. I don't know how long it took, but he started to cum as my breathing became difficult and I was being choked by his huge cock. He pulled away from my mouth and shot his load on my face. Stacey wiped his thick cum off my face with her fingers and told me to taste and swallow his semen. It was finally over. I got dressed and within 10 minutes, Stacey and I were in the car, on our way home. She had to drive and I fell asleep within minutes. When we arrived, Stacey had me get into the shower and she grabbed the butt-plug, still in my ass, and pulled it out slowly. As first nothing happened until Stacey, camera in hand, had me bend over and spread my legs. Then what felt and looked like a quart of horse cum poured out of my ass and splattered on the shower floor. The photos didn't turn out that great, but Stacey was as pleased with herself as I've ever seen her. She told me to shower and get into bed, were I slept for 12 solid hours.
Penny never again tried to penetrate me so deeply, very satisfied that even if only for a few seconds, my ass swallowed 16" of the head and shaft of her beloved horse, Brutus. On other occasions, when the session wasn't so intense, both the horse and I would cum at the same time. The sensation of all that hot, gooey horse cream being shot deeply inside me would make me cum uncontrollably. Stacey now has her own video of my horse-bang and rape. Like my wife and her gang-bang videos, I watched them only once; I think most of us are to self-conscience to view ourselves on video. As of this writing, we are seeing Penny and her 'lover' only once a month, all of us in agreement, that less is more. I guess horses are very smart, intuitive animals, because now when Brutus sees me in the stall, he immediately gets an erection.
The Earnest Cuckold – Chapter VI
Since Greg's departure for overseas some four months ago, we haven't found another regular partner to replace him. We hope Greg will be back someday and ready to resume his role in our cuckold marriage. During this period, with Greg as my wife's partner and without my knowledge, Stacey had resumed seeing her former lover, Ben. This discovery came about when one afternoon Stacey and I had planned a lunch date together. I drove out to her office late that morning eagerly anticipating a romantic lunch date with my wife. I arrived ten minutes early and went to the lobby of her office, asked the security guy to call her to let her know I was there. He rang her extension and told me she didn't answer. I presumed she had seen me pull into the parking lot, was on her way down, and waited for her, taking a seat near the main door. After five minutes, one of her co-workers walked past me, then stopped and looked at me, recognizing my face from our wedding picture Stacey had on her desk. She asked me if I was Stacey's husband, Scott. I said 'yes', and she asked me why I was at her office, wondering if anything was wrong. I told her that Stacey and I were going out to lunch today, that I was a bit early, and could she try calling someone to let her know I was here. She paused and told me that Stacey had left for lunch early today, about 15 minutes ago, and said she would be lunching with a friend, then needed to go the bank to make a deposit and might be a tad late getting back.
I sat there, embarrassed that my wife had forgotten about our lunch date and thanked her coworker, blurting out that I must had gotten the date wrong. I quickly left her office; got back into the car and wondered why she had missed our date. I called her cell phone and got her greeting message immediately, indicating that her phone was turned off. As I started to drive home, disappointed and with a feeling of rejection, I thought about her former lover Ben and that his office was just down the street. Since it was on my way, I slowed the car as I drove past his office building and casually scanned the parking lot, stopping abruptly as I recognized Stacey's white SUV parked at the far end of the parking lot. I drove around the block, parked on the street opposite and down from Ben's office and waited to see if my wife would emerge. A full hour later, Stacey sauntered out into the parking lot from a door at the side of the building, not the main entrance. Though I was some distance away, I could tell from her walk and the look on her face that she hadn't just completed a debate about theoretical physics with Ben. She had that unmistakable, freshly-fucked look.
That night when she arrived home, I said nothing about my discovery that day. I didn't want her to think that I was spying on her, which I wasn't, and I thought that maybe this was a singular event, that she would, perhaps after dinner, tell me about seeing Ben. I waited as long as I could and after her favorite TV show ended at nine, I asked her about our missed lunch date and confronted her about her vehicle being in the parking lot of Ben's office. She immediately admitted her activity and apologetically told me about her ongoing affair with Ben. She knew that she had violated the most important tenant of our cuckold agreement and was prepared to stop seeing Ben, if I wanted her to. After several minutes I told her no, that if she wanted to continue to see Ben it was ok with me, but never again could she withhold any information about her extra marital affairs, and if there ever was another incident of this nature, not only would I void our cuckold agreement, but our marriage itself would be in jeopardy. She accepted my reprimand and then she whispered in my ear all the details of her encounter with Ben that day, while I masturbated.
While Ben would no longer fuck her, holding to his denial ploy to maintain exclusivity to my wife's pussy, Stacey had continued to visit him at his office during lunch when she found herself unbearably horny. She would lick his ass and balls and then suck his cock dry, swallowing every delicious drop. She explained to me that she loved deep-throating a large cock and Ben's was the largest she was ever able to take all the way down her throat. Greg was too big and this frustrated her, "Sweetie, when I'm deep-throating Ben's cock and he's pulling on my hair, forcing me to use my mouth as his pussy, I actually cum when he starts to shoot his load", she told me and added that Ben would occasionally restrain her with rope, whip her with his belt and when she begged for his manhood, he would substitute his hand and fist her pussy hard and very deep until she would reach a forceful climax. He would then place a mark on her ass, using an ink-stamp that he had custom made that read, "This slut, fisted by Ben." She would leave it on until it washed off when she showered that night. I forgave her and she continues to see Ben for her 'lunch dates', but now I get every raw detail of their lustful encounters. Most every Friday night she goes over to his place after work for more intense bondage and discipline play.
In the same way I desire to be cuckolded, Stacey truly gets-off on being treated like a whore by Ben, and loves to be verbally and physically abused by him. I empathize with my wife in her needs and wish sometimes that she would offer me the option of performing these acts with her, but she has told me several times that while technically I could do this for her, emotionally I'm unable to take an aggressive and sometimes brutal form of character, needed to satisfy her. Ben continues to 'treat' my wife to being fucked by other men, as she plays the role of Ben's whore. They are always required to use a condom and she is paid well for her mouth and pussy, always giving Ben the money once the 'johns' have left.
Ben has recruited a small number of men, all known to him, that regularly use my wife as a whore. Ben initiates the activity by whipping and slapping Stacey on her ass, pussy and tits. He then binds her feet and hands before inviting his 'guests' into the bedroom. She tells me that she cums once while Ben is 'training' her with her whips, and usually twice more, while being fucked by these guys. Usually no more than two 'johns' will use my wife on any given night, but they always take their time with Ben's encouragement, and get every dollars worth from Ben's whore. They take turns fucking her while she lies on her side in a fetal position. This is the only position that works while she is bound.
Ben persuaded my wife awhile back that she must give up her ass to his 'friends' and they now fuck her where it was 'off limits' to everyone, including me. She said at first it hurt like hell and Ben would run over to her and place his hand over her mouth as she screamed in pain. But after several repetitions and some good lube, she now enjoys being fucked in the ass and has one orgasm after the other when Ben removes her ankle restraints and fists her pussy while another guy is reaming her ass. She always concludes the night by allowing Ben to fuck her throat. She lies down, face-up and with her head bent backwards at the edge of the bed. He then secures her hands and ankles to the bed posts, mounts her face, and relentlessly fucks her throat with his cock until he cums. He leaves her in the restraints until she finishes her role by licking his ass while he calls her his whore.
A few times, she has called me late at night saying that she would not be home until morning and that Ben had invited several men to use her all night. Once in a while, she will return home with noticeable but not severe marks and bruises on her body. They disappear quickly, but I have a tough time seeing her body when it appears this way and would prefer that Stacey not continue this type of activity. I don't think its dangerous and I know she loves it, but I'm upset with the idea of my wife being hurt in any manner. Ben has never allowed Stacey to take pictures of her Friday night activities, nor does he permit me to listen on the phone. I suspect that Ben does not want me to know the full depth of what goes on in his bedroom with my wife as his whore. Even Stacey reveals only brief details of her experiences, knowing my sensitivity to this issue.
I knew that Stacey was into BDSM play even before our first date. We 'met' on a tele-personals service that catered to all kinds of people who were not interested in being displayed like a piece of meat at the local lizard lounge. I thought the service to be inspired in both a business sense and as a truly valuable service to the lonely and sexually repressed people of all ages and backgrounds, seeking not only an opportunity to further explore their sexuality, but perhaps more importantly, to express their thoughts to others in an anonymous and non-threatening venue. Stacey told me that her conversations with a good percentage of the men she spoke with had nothing to do with sex and resulted in three platonic friendships, two of which she still has to this day. My interests were less intellectual and all I wanted was to get laid.
Before I met her, Stacey had numerous sexual experiences with men. Few resulted in long-term romances, as Stacey found most of these men, at least the type she was attracted to, to be self-absorbed, two-timing and inconsiderate Sob's. Well, I hoped that I never fall into any of those categories and from my sexual experiences found both extremes, some women were total sluts and others, caring and intelligent women. Stacey's lovers were generally with her for one reason: They desired her body, face, uninhibited sexual appetite and her well developed dominatrix skills. (OK, that's four, but it sounds better when I write "one") Stacey was looking for a companion, and possibly a husband. During those less relationship-building times, when her boyfriend couldn't see past his dick, sex was a good way to kill time and relax. After all, no man can stand forever on just his non-sexual merits as a potential husband.
One of the several stories that Stacey has related to me over the years, the one I remember best was about one of her male partners. He was a younger man that she described as a 'loveable weirdo.' He had a slender, but muscular build and his skin was very pale, as she said; almost like an albino. They never had any form of sex, not once. He was only into extreme S/M play, and only as a submissive. Stacey liked him, and found him engaging, charming, well-mannered, and articulate. That is, when he was not being abused by her in scenes of extreme play that she does not wish to remember or talk about (At Stacey's request, I've edited and removed the more intense references about their 'play' together). He was into genital torture, catheterization, heavy bondage, hot wax on his body and genitals, asphyxiation, heavy whipping and caning, and several other extreme forms of play. Stacey approached his needs gradually, not always trusting her skills to prevent serious injury to this guy. She found the sessions both physically and emotionally draining, her sexual stimulation only warmed during a scene, but resulting in a hot flame of passion afterwards. When he left, she would satisfy herself with her fingers or a vibrator.
She introduced another male, a gay friend, into the scenes as her comfort level increased. They had sex with each other while she watched, and learned. She had never seen men having sex with other men, not even a gay or bisexual video. Stacey learned a great deal about anatomy, what a normal, healthy body can safely take, and how much gay sex turned her on. She doesn't know what happened to this guy. He didn't show up one night for a session; he had never been absent or even late. She called his home phone only to find that it had been disconnected and without a new number. She worried about him but decided that maybe she should steer clear of pursuing his whereabouts and condition, her intuition telling her to 'leave it be.'
When I first approached Stacey with my sexual insecurities, she quickly responded that with the exception of only one lover, she had never been with anyone who was that much larger in penis size. In fact, she was fascinated with my penis and its unusual ability to grow so much larger that its flaccid dimensions. She went on to tell me that her past lover's were from 5 to 7 inches in length when fully erect, and were maybe two inches shorter when flaccid. My cock is about one and half inches long when 'out of the cold shower' flaccid, and five and half inches long, or almost four times its flaccid length, when fully erect. She loves to watch me get hard for that reason and finds it very erotic. The only lover of a 'hung' status was, by his account, some ten inches long and while Stacey was equally fascinated and sexually stimulated by its size, she found its use in her vagina very painful. She did indicate that this guy was a jerk, took no time for foreplay and her vagina was atypically dry when he fucked her. Stacey has always maintained that she prefers oral sex, both giving and receiving equally, to intercourse. She finds that oral sex is more intimate and puts less pressure on the man to perform, relaxing her and her lover, and permitting each to focus on pleasing the other.
She also had one lesbian experience using this service, which surprised me, as she has never shown any interest in being with another woman during our relationship. Once, only once, did I suggest during our dating period that the introduction of another woman might add to our pleasure. She said, "You mean, your pleasure," and added that other than this one woman she met on tele-personals, she had never engaged in anything other than 'light petting' with other girls when she was a teenager.
Stacey does not remember her name, only that she was a young Malaysian woman, recently married and very, very petite. She stood 4' 10" tall and weighed no more than 90 pounds, her clothes purchased in the girls section of department stores. Her physical appearance and demeanor was of a young girl, maybe 12, or 13 years old. When they first met, Stacey was so shocked by her preteen appearance that she asked her, before they even started to talk, for a driver's license showing proof of her age. She was indeed 20 years old and as Stacey already knew from their numerous phone conversations, extremely submissive and looking for female domination. Stacey lost interest in pursuing this relationship after their first meeting; she felt peculiar at the thought of being with this 'girl' and suggested to her that she find someone else.
Stacey hadn't heard from this woman for a couple of weeks when, while she was on the service, a message was sent to her from this woman that said she needed to talk to her and pleaded with Stacey to press the phone button that would connect them. This woman was desperate to see Stacey; she had been thinking about her daily since their first meeting and wanted to see her right away. Stacey reluctantly agreed and since the weather was foul and Stacey had already gone to bed, she gave the woman her address and told her that she could come over. Stacey had no intentions other than to communicate to this woman again, that she wasn't interested in a sexual relationship. Stacey was not worried about any problems; Stacey stands 5' 10" and at 150 pounds could easily 'handle' this woman, if things should get out of control.
When 'Ona' (I need to give her a name) arrived at Stacey's place, she was invited in and accepted an offer of coffee. Stacey towered over this tiny woman and tried to tell Ona that she could not be with her. As Ona pleaded with Stacey to be her sexual companion, Stacey began to stir sexually, gradually finding Ona to be sensuous and very vulnerable. Stacey finally got Ona to leave when she told her that perhaps they could get together another time, that tonight wasn't good and that Ona needed to calm down and get some rest. Stacey thought about Ona and decided then that she would be her dominatrix, at least for one night. That weekend Stacey left a message for Ona on the service voice mail, leaving her home phone number and telling her to call when she got the message.
Ona called within an hour and Stacey invited her over. Ona said that she needed to wait until her husband left later in the day for an overseas business trip to Hong Kong. Stacey told Ona that she could come over anytime but asked her to call first. Ona called early that evening and said she was only 15 minutes away. Stacey had already prepared and to some extent, planned what she wanted to do with this petite submissive. Stacey indicated that Ona was surprised when Stacey met her at the door in a dominatrix outfit and invited her inside. Ona's submissive nature didn't allow her to assert herself and initiate sexual activity.
Stacey led Ona to the bed, removed her clothes, and noticed her own pussy getting wet at the vision of this girl-like woman, her flat breasts and small pink areolas, a narrow and firm waist gradually tapering to a cute little ass. Her hair was black and long to her waist; her bush was sparse and very fine. Her face was unexpressive, but possessed the rare features of a model. Ona followed Stacey to the bed and they laid down and began kissing and fondling. Stacey thought to herself that this felt forbidden, not because she was having sex with another female, but the taboo of having sex with an apparent young girl made her nervous and sexually excited her at the same time. She liked the combined feelings and quickly found herself very horny and in need of a good, slow orgasm. Stacey asked Ona about her sexual experiences, trying to get a clear idea of what she liked. Ona said that she had only been with one man, her husband, but she had a six-month sexual relationship with a woman that had just ended two months before. This woman was her boss and 20 years her senior and a very forceful, brutal dominant. Stacey was curious that Ona had never revealed this to her before and inquired further about the specifics of their sexual activities. After being well briefed and understanding the kind of activity that she was into, Ona added that her boss was fired for sexual harassment with another young, petite female employee. Ona did not come forward about her affair with this woman and started to seek someone else to replace her.
Stacey and Ona explored their respective dominate and submissive roles for several months after their first encounter. I can't remember many of the specifics, but recall Stacey's first discussion of their liaisons. Ona could only see Stacey when her husband was away. Ona's husband was 25 years older than her, a sexist, and an asshole, rarely giving Ona the time of day and only when he was drunk, would he initiate any sexual desire for her. Fortunately for Ona and Stacey, Ona' husband was frequently absent during the week, preferring the company of his buddies and a full bottle. As Stacey came to understand, Ona's sexual desires were extreme and she was a true masochist. Stacey learned quickly to have Ona satisfy her needs first, as Ona's ability to participate in any sexual activity after being brutalized by Stacey was greatly diminished. Stacey would order Ona to lick her pussy for a period that Stacey described as, "Until I couldn't cum any more," and then the extreme play would begin. Ona was especially desirous of licking her pussy during Stacey's menstrual cycle. She learned of her preference for this act, and was somewhat disgusted by it, when Ona revealed her prior lesbian experiences with her former boss.
Stacey considerable BDSM play experience had only been with men. She adapted to the smaller and more fragile body of Ona by using techniques that would not make use of Stacey superior strength, and possibly inflict serious injury. Ona was receptive to anything she suggested and Stacey was aware of her true submissive nature. Most submissive players, Stacey once told me, are actually quite demanding as to what they want, and often try to direct the activity of a scene. Not Ona, and Stacey used this to implement her own ideas and experiments. Stacey's favorite scene forced Ona to lick her entire body from head to toe and when Stacey indicated her displeasure at Ona' inability to lick her properly, Ona would, without being told to, lay over the arms of a chair. Stacey would then spank her ass with a paddle until it glowed with a cherry red hue. At that point, using the same chair, Stacey would sit her down, bind her ankles around the front legs of the chair, and tie her wrists to the arms. The end of her long hair was rolled up, secured to one of Stacey's exercise dumbbells, and left hanging loose behind the chair, pulling her head back as far as it would go. Stacey tried using nipple-clamps on her, but her nipples were too small and the clamps would not hold. Instead, she used ice cubes on her nipples and other parts of her body for a period of time until Stacey was ready for her favorite part.
Using only cooking-oil to coat her hand, Stacey would without a 'build-up', force her fist into Ona's pussy and fuck her very hard, stopping only when Stacey could no longer fuck her, exhausted from pounding this young woman's tight pussy. Stacey said she could feel Ona's cervix with the tip of her fingers when her hand was inside her as deep as it would go. Ona would close her eyes and other than a few squeals, she remained quiet and almost motionless. Stacey could see Ona's lower abdomen swell and contract as her hand pushed deep inside her and then was completely withdrawn. Stacey's only indication of Ona's numerous orgasms were marked by her vaginal contractions and a blush of her upper chest and neck. It all stopped abruptly and permanently when Ona foolishly confessed her 'sins' to her husband and told Stacey as she cried on the phone, that she was shamed in the eyes of her family and could not see her anymore.
It was shortly after this affair ended, that I first made contact with Stacey. In the weeks that followed, Stacey had possessed my mind with her experience as a dominatrix and knowing my sexually submissive nature, used it to capture my need to see her in person. We met at a restaurant out in the city and other than getting lost, I was on time and completely enjoyed our evening together. We didn't discuss our sexual interests due to the public nature of the date, but focused on our goals and aspirations and a little about our families. I was 'hooked and cooked' from that first date and could not wait for what I hoped would be an invitation of a more sexual nature. I did not wait for long; Stacey called me two days later and asked if I would like to come over to her place that Saturday night for a home-cooked dinner.
I readily accepted and for our second date, we had a wonderful dinner and then we had sex. It was rather plain-jane; we exchanged oral sex and ended up fucking. I came inside her at her pleading and thought how foolish I was for not bringing a condom, just in case. Our third date was not so plain. Stacey wanted to explore my submissive ability by using a hand-held dildo to fuck me. I had lied to her on the phone about my experiences taking it in the ass. Other than one finger being placed inside me during a one-night fling with a married woman, I never had anything placed inside me. I couldn't then tell her that I was practically a virgin and took an attitude that helped her to initiate and complete the act of penetrating my ass. It was not a pleasant experience for me, as Stacey lubed-up and then inserted a good size dildo into me. She fucked me slowly and thought my lack of a hard-on meant that I needed to be fucked harder. After finally getting hard, I actually faked an orgasm, relying on all the lube and Stacey's position to hide the fact that I didn't ejaculate. After several dates, I became more comfortable and trusting with Stacey's desire to fuck me anally. When I started to achieve mind-blowing orgasms under her anal ministrations, my desire grew and soon thereafter, we went to a gay sex store to shop for a larger size dildo. It wasn't until we married two years later that Stacey started to fist me.
She got the idea from a longtime female friend of hers who was in some sort of sex business (My wife asked me not to use her name or description) and suggested it as a way to get a man to cum quickly and explosively. Stacey liked the idea of having total control over my orgasms and used this technique when she wanted to be intimate with me, but was too tired to 'endure' what was usually an hour of me fucking her until I came. This same woman gave Stacey the idea to use humiliation as a form of sex play and suggested that she take me to an adult theatre that was notorious for its large number of 'whackers' and perverts. Soon after Stacey started to fist me, she introduced the idea of me being covered in cum as part of our fantasy play. I responded well to the idea and she told me about this adult theatre out of town, only 30 minutes away. I think my reaction was agreeable, though I can only clearly remember being in the car late one Saturday night with Stacey driving as she unexpectedly exited the freeway and despite my questioning her sense of direction, she remained silent until we stopped in the parking area of this theatre.
My reaction when I realized what she had planned for me was both fear and excitement. She said, "Here we are honey, are you ready?" I responded only with a nod and we went inside. It smelled nasty and was very dark even with the X-rated film playing on the large screen. When Stacey's eyes adjusted to the darkness, she held my hand and led me to an area that was absent of other patrons. We sat down and I pretended interest in the movie. She quickly got up and whispered to me to stay where I was and that she would be back in a bit. I thought, now starting to tremble, why the hell did I agree to this.
After what seemed like an eternity, Stacey came back to our seats and calmly explained what she had been doing. She removed from her purse a pair of swimmers goggles and told me to put it on. Her explanation was that she had been soliciting as many guys as she could find to come over to our seats, with the invitation to jerk-off and cum on my face. The goggles were to protect me from direct contact with their semen and I was to keep my mouth tightly closed during and after the show for her. She then had me remove my shirt and take a seat while she sat down, two seats away from me. Only a few guys at first approached me and jerked on their cocks until they moaned and squirted their juice on my face. I could make out only a foggy image of these guys and their dicks through the goggles. As each guy in turn quickly splashed my face, he was replaced by another. I do not know how many, after about six or so, I turned my head to look at Stacey. She was playing with her clit using the 'pocket rocket' vibrator that I had bought for her and she was grinding her hips into the seat. I continued to look at her, unable to look any longer at the increasing number of men cuming on my face. Stacey said that two dozen guys later, I was a sight to behold with cum all over my hair, face and chest.
She had reached orgasm, though I hadn't noticed. Each time I heard a guy groan and felt the warm liquid touch my skin, I winced and thought that Stacey had better get her jollies out of this one, because it was going to be the last time I would submit to this form of humiliation. As the last guy walked away, she told me to get up and we made a 'b-line' for the nearest exit. I walked as fast as I could to the car and waited at the locked door while Stacey casually made her way over. She stopped before unlocking the door, told me how much I looked like a gay slut boy, and tossed me my shirt, telling me to clean off all that cum before I got into the car. As we drove away, she asked me if I liked what we just did. I told her honestly, no, that it was too much for me and that I didn't even get hard. She giggled and told me that scene wasn't for my pleasure, but for hers, and that she may want to do this again, only next time, with many more guys. She had me get my lube out of the glove box and jerk-off on the way home. It took me a long time to get hard and cum as that nasty smell from the theatre permeated my nostrils. I tossed my clothes after returning home, showered for almost an hour and was sure that our neighbor saw me, shirtless and with remnants of cum on my hair as I opened the garage door that night.
After I got out of the shower, I found Stacey on the bed playing with her pussy and she told me how excited and horny she was recalling that scene of all those guys humiliating me with load after load of semen. I told her again, this time more firmly, that I did not enjoy it and that she was unwise to plan that kind of activity without my knowledge. She then spread her legs invitingly and told me that it was her fantasy, that she enjoyed it and she wanted me to fuck her long and hard. I could never resist, and found myself hard and licked her for a while, then mounted and fucked her well into the night. Both of us were exhausted the next morning and we agreed that last night was probably the best sex we've ever had. The following weekend I was prepared. She forewarned me earlier in the week that she planned another trip to the X-rated theatre but this time we needed to arrive earlier. She had called her friend and told her about what happened and that I didn't like the experience but responded like a hungry dog to her offer of pussy as a reward. They both laughed and Stacey's friend suggested a return visit, but much earlier in the evening when typically, many more guys were there.
We arrived and before we made it to the entrance, her friend appeared out of nowhere. She greeted Stacey with a hug and a peck on the cheek. Stacey introduced me to her friend and indicated that she would be joining her as a spectator tonight. Hell, I didn't care at this point and only wanted to get this over with. We went inside and found the place packed with male patrons, so many that we had a difficult time finding a private place to sit. Both Stacey and her friend left me there and returned quickly. Stacey had me kneel in front of her at the end of the aisle and she placed the goggles on my head. Stacey's friend pulled off my shirt and pushed a baby pacifier into my mouth while Stacey told me that this would help me keep my mouth tightly closed. Stacey then handcuffed my hands behind by back and told me to sit back on my legs to be more comfortable.
They both then backed away and sat down in front of me and to my left. The position was awkward but not uncomfortable as several men started to encircle me with their cocks in hand, stroking furiously. This time instead of one guy at a time creaming on my face, two or more were shooting their loads as they moaned and my humiliation grew. I was not sexually aroused but felt less anxious. Stacey and her friend sat there, playing with themselves and watching the show they had conceived. By the end, my entire head, face and upper torso was coated in cum from what Stacey's friend thought to be from four or five dozen guys. Stacey unlocked the handcuffs and it took a while to get the blood flowing and my legs working again.
Stacey and her friend walked me out of the side exit and to the car, still drenched in cum. This time Stacey had me remove the goggles and leave the still wet cum on my body, only wiping my face off with a small towel. She had me sit on another towel placed on the passenger seat of the car for the ride home. When we got home, she told me to go the bedroom where I found more towels already laid out neatly on the bed and to assume a doggy-style position. She then took her whip with multiple leather cords and proceeded to further humiliate me by forcing me to jerk-off while she, not so gently, used her whip on me until I came and left a number of long-lasting welts. After that and after several days of being withdrawn, Stacey got the hint that this was perhaps to extreme for me. She never humiliated me in that fashion again, realizing as I did, that such a thing could easily get out of control and if caught, we would undoubtedly be arrested for lewd and lascivious conduct.
Stacey has a passion for public sex, not exhibitionism where she wants other people to see her engaged in sex, but just having sex in a public place where the possibility of discovery exists. I do not enjoy this activity nearly as much and over the years, Stacey has sought this activity less often. When we were dating, Stacey and I would often find places to have sex that were not planned. Usually oral sex was all we did, but many times we did more, and gratefully our public sex never resulted in discovery, or worse, being arrested.
Once we made love in a state park, late one evening on a very warm summer night. The moon was full and illuminated the park in a bright bluish tint, allowing complete vision. I thought it was too bright and told Stacey that I could read the signs some 60 yards away. She removed her clothes and with my shirt, placed them on a picnic bench as a blanket to protect her skin. She laid on the bench in a missionary position with her knees bent, resting on her elbows and told me to lick her pussy. She was wet before I started and I knew that she was already sexually excited. She was even more vocal than normal with hr moans and exhortations to lick her pussy. Just as she was getting ready to cum, she pulled her legs together and told me to fuck her. By this time, I was also excited and very hard. I pulled her closer to the edge of the bench, dropped my pants and shorts, and as slowly as I could, fucked her very wet pussy. She wanted me to fuck her faster, but I wouldn't. I wanted to build-up her sexual tension and let the orgasm surprise her at its unexpected onset.
This didn't take too long, when she is like this, well, it's difficult to describe…her desire fills her mind, pushing everything else out of the way and nothing can interrupt the rapture as she approaches these mind-numbing orgasms. She has no control, lost in the center of a lust inferno. It is something very special to witness. I maintained the same rhythm and depth despite her pleading and then it hit her, hard and suddenly. Her eyes roll back and her back arches and her entire body trembles until she collapses and begins again to breathe normally. I always stop fucking her during her orgasm or it becomes too intense, even for her to handle. I waited until she relaxed and pushed her legs wide again, reinserted my still hard cock and fucked her until I came. She laid back and looked at the night sky, fully satisfied. It took me awhile to cum. As her pussy was losing its wetness and I noticed on her face a twinge of discomfort, I quicken my thrusts, pulled out at the last second and came with a force and quantity of semen, that for me, was substantial. For the only time, my load hit her chest and face. She stood up and with her hand tried to assess the 'cum damage'. She was in awe, looking at me with shock and then asked me when was the last time I came. It has been an unusually long time for me, almost a whole week.
My wife maintains, not in idle flattery or even criticism, but as just a plan fact, that I have the most powerful and unrelenting libido of any man she has ever known. It is rare for me to let even a day pass without having an orgasm, usually by masturbation and often I will masturbate two or three times a day. Stacey believes this is why I normally produce only a comparatively small amount of ejaculate. Even at my age, now approaching the middle-age range, I still get spontaneous hardon's that I have little control over. Normally they subside quickly if I think about something unpleasant but they continue to 'arise' if I don't jerk-off and relieve the pressure. Stacey tells me that we she gets up in the middle of the night to pee and then returns to bed, their I am snoring, with my arms extended over my head like I'm signaling a touchdown, my cock is always hard and I have a boyish grin on my face. She wonders if she could harness my hormones and dick to provide electricity for the neighborhood.
Her favorite planned public sex activity involves taking me out shopping. We go to a men's store, usually a place off the beaten path, away from crowded malls. We select several garments for me to try on and Stacey always goes into the dressing room with me. I thought this rather obvious, but in all the times we've done this, never has a store employee offered a word of objection. As soon as we get in, Stacey locks the door and takes a seat on the bench. We always bring enough clothes to cover for the amount of time this process takes, and Stacey has me talk in a normal voice as though I am in fact, trying on various garments, and making comments on fit and color. She quickly pulls down my pants and shorts exposing an already hard cock. She then gets from her purse two items, her ruby-red lipstick and her pocket-rocket vibrator.
She puts on a lot of lipstick and starts to suck my cock, holding and squeezing my balls with one hand. With her other hand, she turns on the vibrator and places it under her skirt and directly on her clit. She doesn't were panties for these outings and the vibrator is so quiet that I can just barely hear it. Trying to add an occasional comment here and there is easy when she first starts to suck me, but as I approach orgasm, I'm unable to say anything that would even resemble a "Gosh honey, I just don't think that this fabric works for me, perhaps in a different color, what'd you think, sweetie?" I can only focus on Stacey's mouth sucking my cock. Just as I am getting ready to cum, Stacey will squeeze and pull my balls and several times has forgotten where she was, pulling her mouth off my cock with a big slurp sound and telling me, loud enough for anyone to hear, to cum in her mouth. When I cum, she cums at the same time with little held back from our moans of pleasure. Both of us at that point don't care who hears us and we exit the store quickly, returning the garments with Stacey's exaggerated verbal indication that she didn't like anything on me and that we might want to try another store.
While we dating, Stacey maintained relationships with other men. She wasn't shy about letting me know that I was not the only man in her sexual life, but was increasing becoming the only man in her romantic life. After meeting Stacey for the first time, I lost all interest in being with other women; no other woman could come close to her ability to wrap me around her finger and always leaving me wanting more. She was seeing a guy who was way too old for her, some 25 years older. He was married with adult kids and hadn't had sex with his wife for years. They met on the tele-personals service and he maintained that he was a 'captain of industry', very affluent and even had his own private plane that he flew on a regular basis around the west coast. Doubtful but curious, Stacey met him at his favorite and very elegant restaurant in the city. They established an immediate rapport and Stacey was invited to fly with him to Seattle the following weekend.
She gave her first 'mile-high' blowjob on that trip and was quickly succumbing to all the temptations that goes with wealth and power. Publicly she would give him a handjob underneath the table at numerous expensive places where they would dine, the tablecloth and pretense of kissing providing a discrete cover for her hand movement and his facial expression. His only fetish, if you can call it that, was getting head from Stacey in his private office. Stacey would arrive after hours and only when his secretary had left for the day. She had a master key that gave her access to any room in the building and would make her way to his office. She would undress and while he sat back in his chair and reached for his phone, she would suck his cock. He would call his wife and engage her in long conversations, always apologizing first for not being able to be home at a reasonable time; but he was swamped with papers to review and business calls to make. They would discuss routine and mundane topics, all the while his left hand was atop Stacey's head, guiding her motion and the depth of his cock into her mouth. When he came, his voice lowered and his speech was uneven and he would cover his lapse by telling his wife to please excuse him, but his colleague had just entered the office, and was motioning to him that the business call he was waiting on, was now ready. With a quick goodbye, he would hang-up the phone and watch intently as Stacey finished sucking his cock as he eventually went limp. There relationship didn't last long because the sex wasn't that great and more pressing to her, Stacey decided that it was wrong for her to have an affair with a married man.
Another guy, that Stacey has since reading this, reminded me of, was the strangest. She met him at a company held office party well before we met. He was tall, handsome and very intelligent, and was at the time working on his masters degree in of all things, psychology. He was one of Stacey coworkers dates and was bored with his date and the party. Stacey thought he was, at that first moment, a very suitable marriage candidate. They exchange phone numbers and Stacey called him and wondered if he'd be interested in getting together, perhaps dinner at one of Stacey's favorite restaurants. He agreed, they met for dinner and the discussion, at his direction, started to focus on sex and fetishes. Stacey, while very open minded, thought that this guy was going excessively fast, and became increasingly uncomfortable with him. He stated flat-out that he liked having a woman force him to drink his own cum, in a public place and that he wasn't interested in normal sex, thinking perhaps, that his lack of interest in 'normal' sex would disarm Stacey and put her at ease.
She dismissed him as being nothing but freaky, and quickly took him off her 'A' list of possible husbands. She did talk to him on the phone after that date and finally agreed to participate in his sexual quirk. She met him at the same place for dinner, he was prepared with a pint size container that Stacey described as looking like the clear, soft plastic dispensers used for coloring women's hair. She ordered her favorite meal and he ordered a salad, without dressing. When the food arrived, Stacey discretely scanned the area where they sat, and took his cum filled container, removed the top, and slowly poured its contents on his salad. She then told him to eat his salad and soak-up the excess 'dressing' with his bread, making sure that nothing was left on his plate. She said he was in a trance the entire time, visibly getting off from his humiliation, though not touching his dick. After he finished, he asked her if she would take him back to her place and pee on his face. That was it for her, a golden or brown shower was not part of her repertoire, and she never saw him again or returned any of his phone calls.
The Earnest Cuckold – Chapter VII
During the time we were dating and for the first few years of our marriage, I kept secret my desire to see her have sex with another man. I would frequently masturbate while fantasying about my wife having sex with another guy. He was always well-hung and brought Stacey to gut-wrenching orgasms. Why that fantasy, I'm not sure. Stacey had never even teased me then about being small or sexually inadequate, so I'm not sure where it came from. Perhaps, by never having been in a romantic relationship for more than a few months, I began to focus on my own feelings about being only average when it came to the size of my cock. When I first approached Stacey about my fantasy of her being with another man, she was receptive to the idea and would use this fantasy while we had sex. She did not understand that I was quite earnest about my desires and actually wanted her to be with another man. I wasn't until a couple of years later that I was able to speak to her in a manner where she came to understand the full depth of my desire and then told me that she could never be with another man who was a stranger to her. I took that as a polite, but complete rejection of the idea and we didn't revive the notion until we started to drift apart and her friendship with Ben changed in her mind, to something of a more sexual nature.
Why is it that only when I compare my good life experiences to others not so good, that I, always in retrospect, come to appreciate and savor those good times. I've had only two enriching relationships in my entire life, both at opposite ends of my life's spectrum. The last and hopefully final one with my wife, Stacey, and the other when I was young and took everything for granted. I will never take my wife for granted, having matured somewhat, I know that life provides few opportunities for finding both contentment and excitement all rolled into one, and that like any living thing that needs to grow and give life, or the love of life, to others, it needs constant and loving devotion to succeed.
When I was 15, a divorced woman moved into the house next door. Her name was Carole and after she settled in, she started introducing herself to everyone in the neighborhood. I was mowing our lawn and she walked across the short stone path that connected our properties. She was holding a large glass jar filled with home-made apple sauce that looked to me like diarrhea. She was probably less pretty than I remember her, but when you're fifteen and flooded with testosterone, any woman that even talks to you, looks like a goddess. After fantasizing and masturbating about her for weeks afterwards, my mom asked me, as the gesture of a good neighbor, if I would go over to Carole's and offer to mow and trim her large and overgrowing lawn. I remember telling my mom, "Yeah, sure", being nonchalant and trying to hide my excitement as I casually went to the garage and gathered the tools needed. The whole time my cock was stiff as a board and I prayed that my mom wouldn't come out to the garage while my dick pushed out my pants forming an easily noticeable 'tent'. As I approached Carole's front door my sexual excitement quickly subsided and was replaced by an equal amount of tension. I had fantasized that she would greet me at the door wearing only a skimpy negligee, then feigning her embarrassment, she would invite me in for cocktails and an afternoon of passion. That was not even close to what happened. She opened the door, already expecting me because my mom had called her and said that I would be over to mow her lawn. Damn, yet another chance at becoming a man, squelched by your mom. I finished her lawn and she offered to pay me. I told her, "no thanks," and that I couldn't accept her offer. I went home and the next day my mom told me what a great job I did on Carole's lawn, wishing that I would put the same effort into the care of our yard.
When the end of summer came that year, I found myself possessed with the thought of being with Carole. I spied on her over the backyard fence many times as a masturbated, and one night she caught me. She didn't say anything to my mom and acted as if nothing had happened. If it weren't for Carole's reaction at seeing me, I would not have realized that she had caught me peeking over the fence into her bedroom window. I stopped spying on her immediately and began to avoid her until a week later when she called my mom, only to ask her if I could do her yard that weekend, including the backyard, and she insisted that I was to be paid for my work. As my mom told me about the call, I started to panic, thinking that I was going to be exposed as a peeping-tom. Carole came out to the front as I was finishing my work. I didn't go to the front door to tell her I was there. I just started working, hoping that she would ignore me. She greeted me with a simple hello, but in a manner I didn't expect. Her tone was soft and soothing and I was caught off-guard. She said that she needed to show me what was to be done in the backyard before she went to the grocery store. I put down my trimmer and followed her through the gate.
She took a moment to show me what was needed, and then she looked at me, held her gaze, and gently asked me if I liked what I saw last week looking over the fence. I was in shock and she smiled, placed her hand on my shoulder, and told me it was ok, that she understood and was flattered by my interest in her. I'm sure my face was as red as her hair. She held my hand and guided me past the open sliding glass door, into the family room, down the hallway and into her bedroom. She closed the door softly as though she might wake someone sleeping on the bed. I was numb as she noticed the bulge in my pants, my cock hard beyond measure. She laid me down on the bed and with her nails, lightly began stroking my face, arms and thighs. She started to gently kiss me and with only her lips, began to instruct me in the art and pleasure of kissing. I could not think; my mind was as flushed as my body.
When she reached my belt buckle and with one hand released my cock from the constraint of my pants, I shuddered with an orgasm and shot my load on her hand, arm and dress. She reassured me that she expected and wanted that reaction from me, and that I would in time, be able to better control myself. For the next year and a half, she instructed me on how to control my orgasms by stroking my cock, stopping when she marked my approach to the edge, and then starting again until she wanted me to cum. She patiently taught me how to pleasure a woman with my mouth and tongue and each time we met, she would spend a good portion of an hour with the finer details of foreplay. She was 35 years old, but had a well defined and taut body like the much younger women I jerked-off to in Playboy magazine. Her pussy was shaved and her taste was unlike any other woman I've ever been with, and I've been with close to a hundred different women. She smelled like honeysuckle and tasted like sweet almonds. Her hair was soft and fragrant and I could not tell when she wasn't wearing lipstick. Her lips were as red and pliant as her skin was creamy and supple. She danced to music on her phonograph as a regular exercise program and was as graceful as her womanly figure and as elegant as her alluring, lullaby voice.
Most every weeknight, I would sneak out the back and jump the fence over to her place. She enjoyed her weekends alone and told me reassuringly that it was best not to see each other every night, that are lovemaking would be more exciting by abstaining two or three days each week. The back door was always unlocked as I would quietly enter and I would usually find her in bed reading a book. She would stop and innocently inquire what took me so long to arrive. During the summer months, I would wait until darkness came, sometimes as late a 9 o'clock, before I made my way over to see her. We always took our time, and I was encouraged by my mom's heavy sleeping habits to stay as late as I could, often not returning home until midnight. We had intercourse only once a month and always with a condom that she supplied. She explained that 'we' could not risk getting pregnant and these precautions were necessary. I didn't mind, her hand-jobs and sucking of my cock were for me much more stimulating and satisfying than intercourse, though I think both of us later enjoyed intercourse more, as my control over orgasm became better and I was able to last well over an hour.
She had the best oral sex technique that I've ever been pleasured by; her mouth was always wet and loose on my cock and she would slowly suck me, making frequent changes to lick my head and shaft and then return to the slow bobbing of her head as my cock throbbed in her mouth. After devoting a long time to my cock, she would very gingerly move her body on top of mine in a '69' position. She would wrap her arms around my upper thighs and gradually lower her pussy to my mouth. I would tongue her pussy and clitoris for as long as it would take for her to cum, my own orgasm usually coming well before hers, building until I could no longer hold back and a rush of my semen would enter her mouth. We would then cuddle and I would massage her legs and back with the lotion she liked to use to jerk me off. Many times when she was tired and just wanted to relax, we would watch TV. It was especially at those times, that I felt like an equal to her, an adult, a man, and a companion to this woman that I now deeply loved.
The day after my seventeenth birthday, she announced to me that she was selling her house and was moving to Syracuse, New York. She had accepted a rare opportunity and high-level promotion with the company she worked for. I was beyond devastation and hoped that something bad would happen with her promotion and she would continue to be my lover and teacher. The house sold in one week and she had already started to pack her belongings when I came over that night, boxes and newspaper scattered around the house. We spent hours just talking that night. I knew that she felt bad about leaving, that she felt an obligation to me, that as she said that night, she felt that she had taken advantage of me and that she should have never seduced me and allowed our sexual relationship to continue. I wasn't as introspective and felt no shame or remorse for the sex we enjoyed together. I only remember a sense of loss and of betrayal. How could she end our love and leave me, all for some bullshit job back east? There was no God, no love, no light, and no hope. Life had no substance; it was only a cruel illusion.
Alone with my own thoughts, I came to understand in the next few days that nothing is forever and that if she would be happier or more financially secure somewhere else, a place that as a 17 year-old, I could not follow her to, then that was karma and I needed to accept it and tell her it was ok; that only she would ever know about our special love for one another and that I would always rely on the memory of her beauty and the caring warmth of her touch to get me by when the days were cold and unforgiving. This altruistic posture never really helped me get over my loss, I never heard from Carole again and years later when I sought and paid for a private detective service to locate her, I was informed that she was found living in New York City, married for two years, no children and no longer worked for the same company that had given her that promotion. Would I like her address, phone number etc., and would I like any additional information? After several weeks I called the investigator and told him, "No, that I did not wish to pursue any further information." He told me that he would mail to me the report and offered again his services, if I changed my mind. No, I didn't want to know more, I was satisfied that she was alive and well and hopefully, happy with her life. I kept that type-written report in my wallet, tightly packed for many years afterwards. Only when I knew that I would never see her, could never see her again, did I get drunk, read the report one last time, and crying, toss it into the fireplace.
From that wonderful and then tortuous experience, I came to believe in and fully trust my intuition. While not providing intellectual insight into my unorthodox sexual proclivities, it lays a stable and secure path to satisfying my innermost emotional needs and by so doing, however much an illusion, makes me happy and removes the need to clearly define to myself what happiness is. It has been a fantastic experience for both of us, worthy of an epic voyage of discovery, and we have no regrets. Stacey and I have started to form a powerful, enduring emotional bond that we should have had years ago. Our marriage continues to grow and strengthen with the knowledge that we will always have each other…and Greg's replica rubber cock, of course.
- The End -
Epilogue
This preceding story is an enthusiastic, but faithful account of events that predated and followed my becoming a cuckold husband to my lovely wife, Stacey. My sexual insecurities were wholly self-imposed, and over several years led to an almost insurmountable rift between myself and my wife. She never thought of me as being inadequate in my ability to please her sexually and emotionally. But she, like any human being, reacted to my negative behavior that was sub-consciously driven by my feelings of sexual ineptness, as an intentionally hurtful, fence-building process to drive her away for reasons that she couldn't understand. When we don't understand our spouses as a result of our inability to comprehend - that is human. When we don't understand our spouses because we never attempted to open our hearts and reveal our fears, frustrations, hopes and dreams - that is tragic.
Our marriage sat at the edge of a precipice, waiting for a final push to send it into oblivion. My belief in God and my belief in the sacred nature of my marriage gave me the courage to find a way to take our fragile relationship away from the brink and move it to a safe, nurturing place where both Stacey and I could love each other without the impediments and expectations imposed by our fundamentally accepted sexual morals. This is not to say that this behavior holds an inherent normality; it clearly does not. However, our salvation to our marriage was not due to the unusual sexual activity that we engaged in; that was the detail of a much larger landscape that is predominantly composed of acceptance, trust in ourselves and each other, and the belief that we are forever one being, one mind and one soul, not apart but always together and reaching out for the true nature and purpose of our existence; to love and care for another. Everything else that we desire, dream about, and work hard to achieve will find its first step from that simple, yet so elusive truth.
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