Cuckolding for Beginners

by J D Stones

  "Come here," she ordered, and I slid up the bed, she pressed my fingers into my mouth to taste her juices, sucking the lust off my fingertips as she ground the pink toy into her aching cunt and squealed, doubling the size of the wetspot in seconds.

  Her eyes twinkled as the hot pink silicone wand was pressed against my erection. I shuddered, feeling the vibrations through the female underwear, tented by the hard cock appreciating the erotic shenanigans of my wife.

  I groaned as I panted. She giggled. "You're not going to cum in my underwear are you? You naughty little boy!"

  "Ummm …" I squealed. The vibrations were intense as she rubbed the toy on the underside of my cock, pressing against the frenulum and glans of my erect prick.

  "Naughty little boys make their lovely little panties messy!" She teased. My hands went to remove them; she slapped them away. "If Peter wants to come tonight then he'd leave his panties right alone."

  I sighed, closing my eyes as my thoughts drifted to the intense fire in my loins as my wife teased me, bringing me moments away from my orgasm before removing the wand.

  All the time she reinforced what she was doing. "Peter's going to come in my panties," she taunted. "What a good little slut Peter is." I loved her dominating nature, and she pulled one of her favourite black dildos from her drawer. I watched as she pressed it into my groaning mouth.

  "Have something to enjoy," she teased as the rubber toy entered my mouth by a few inches. I pressed my tongue against it, spluttering. When my hands went to my face, the wand left my cock and she slapped the outstretched fingers away. It was cruel. "Just warm it up for me," she taunted, pressing the vibrator onto a higher setting.

  The stronger pulses and vibrations on the underside of my cock had me teetering on the edge in seconds; I groaned into the fake phallus wedged into my mouth. I could feel my groans echoing down the rubber, feeling the sense of fullness in my mouth as my wife drove me to a climax in her underwear.

  I gasped onto the dildo as my senses were overloaded, filling the satin panties with my cum as my cock pulsed to an intensity I'd not experienced before.

  She watched as white globules appeared through the fabric, smiling as I sighed on the bed, and she removed her dildo. "I need a fucking now," she moaned, "but as my boy's now spent, I'll just have to use this black cock you've warmed up for me!"

  I breathed a deep sigh as the cock was removed from my mouth; it was barely in, but it was a large dong and it was worryingly close to my gag reflex. In a strange way, I wanted it back: my mouth felt empty.

  She pressed her toy deep into her cunt. It swallowed the rubber dong effortlessly, and she sighed loudly, groaning as lust enveloped her. She moaned louder, and panted desperately, getting off quicker than when I went down on her.

  She threw her head back and closed her eyes as my hands glided over her tits, squeezing her nipples as she squealed a range of obscenities.

  "Fuck yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck! Fuck!" Her screams filled the room as my wife rode her black dildo to a shuddering orgasm, squeezing her stretched pussy around the toy and climaxing with a deafening cry.

  She slouched on the bed. "Christina gets that every day at least once." I shrugged; why was she telling me that our neighbour had a dildo?

  "Well you can if you want!"

  Her eyes sparkled. "Can I?"

  "It's kept in the drawer," I replied. "Use it whenever you want!" Her excitement evaporated instantly. "I don't mind."

  "That's not what I meant and you know it!"

  I didn't give her reaction too much thought as my wife used her hairbrush on my backside, slapping my rear a dozen times because I had "been teasing her." She threatened to make me sleep in her cum-covered panties and only relented after I begged. I loved her cheeky smile and we cleaned up and changed the sheets, before we curled up in bed to drift into a slumber together.

  But another day meant more horniness and Erin showed me her big black dildo the following evening after I had read to the children and put them in bed. "Let me show you something," she demanded, pulling my boxer shorts to my ankles and comparing my flaccid cock with her oversized dildo. "That's not really to size," I moaned; the unfairness of the comparison was immaterial: my cock would never be the size of a dildo because her nine-inch rubber prick was not made to be realistically sized.

  "Ahh but it is!" Erin cried and picked up her phone. "Wait here and hold that!" I sighed as I stood in the lounge, half-naked as she typed on her phone.

  "Is there a point to this?" She slapped my bare buttocks for insolence moments later.

  "Yes." I smiled at the serious expression on my brunette wife; her tumbling brown hair bobbed as she hurriedly looked to me and the phone. I groaned when the doorbell went and she glared at me. "Stay there."

  Erin called through the unlocked front door and neither Bryn nor Christina were remotely surprised to see me naked in the lounge, holding a nine fake dildo next to my cock. I shuddered in embarrassment, but I was getting used to our new neighbours being aware of my wife's crazy kinks and I am sure I blushed a little less than on previous days. Even so, I covered my cock with my left hand.

  "Chrissy," my wife asked, pointing to my crotch. "Is that based on a real man or not?"

  "Of course," Christina replied airily, knocking my hand away and smiled at my engorging cock. Her finger traced the length of my prick and I shuddered as she turned over my manhood in her hand, glancing up at me. "I see your boy has around an averagely sized adornment. Uncut, nice. Smooth shaft with gentle veining. Cute. But you need something bigger and better. Something different."

  "Ummm …"

  She squeezed my balls gently as I went to speak and I gasped sharply as adrenaline filled my veins. "Now, this thing," she continued, grabbing hold of the black dildo and twisting it in her hand. "This is a thing of niceness. I've seen bigger on some of my guys. I've seen smaller than him sure, but Jemal and Andy have huge cocks."

  Her eyes turned to me. "You see, God did you and my husband a double disservice. He gave every man 4,000 nerve endings in their cocks, but guys with big, big cocks have them more spaced out." I was scared of challenging her rudimentary grasp of male anatomy as her body was sizzling with sadistic confidence and she had already squeezed my testicles. "So they last longer. So poor little boys come quicker and never fill their woman up properly where as big men not only fill the cunt they give them a proper fucking. It's a shame, for you at least."

  My wife's expression wavered for a moment as I looked straight at her.

  "That's not to say you don't make your wife very happy, Peter. But you can make her even happier," she continued. "Let her have her freedom to play with others and I guarantee she will come back to your bed from now to the day you die."

  I gasped and spluttered. "Errr … that's for me and my wife!"

  "Peter," my wife cried. "Listen. You know how much I need sex at the moment. You know how much I am desperate for it. Christina's promised to help me explore."

  "And we can give you want you need." Christina stroked the back of my hand, soothing my scowling mood. "I know you like to be submissive. I know you like to be dominated and I know you secretly want to go further. I bet you came so very strongly in that underwear!" Her mischievous expression sent shivers down my spine.

  "We'll play safe," my wife promised and she sat on the sofa calling for me to sit next to me. "I've called Christina and Bryn round to help put your mind at rest. I know you got burnt with Holly many years ago." She proceeded to explain about my cheating girlfriend to our guests as I listened to my painful memories being replayed to near strangers.

  "You should know that my experiences with Holly didn't end too good. She fucked my brother, for God's sake!"

  "Sure. But Holly cheated on you by doing it behind your back. I don't want to. I'm going to be open with you, tell you about every man, every fuck and every touch. And sometimes I'll want you there. Sometimes I might want you to join in." She squeezed my hand as I had visions of a threesome.

>   "Ummm …"

  Christina cleared her throat. "I can tell you my relationship with Bryn has never been stronger." She held the hand of her husband, smiling into his eyes. "And I might screw one guy a week or one hundred, but the only man I will ever love is him. He is secure enough to let me explore, and that's such a sexy thing in a guy. Secure enough to let me host parties and then be my cuckold subbie. And he has fun as well with his little parties, but we have freedom to play. And I love him for it!"

  "It's true," Bryn added. "Men are born to be cuckolds. Nature says women should fuck loads."

  My mind was overloaded by the casual acceptance of our visitors to the appropriateness of the infidelity of both spouses and I was a little shocked that Erin wanted to play away.

  At that moment in time, I still in denial, believing that the marriage vows we had both taken to "foresake all others" trumped every aspect of reason. I was certain infidelity was wrong and Bryn's assertion that men were hard-wired to be cuckolds was poppycock.

  I scowled. But Erin's face punctured my pomposity and I thought. I sat and I pondered what her expression told me; what she wanted. That brief yet blunt explanation by Holly many years ago flooded back – she doesn't do all her shopping at one supermarket so why should she not have lovers that make her see stars and lovers who she loves?

  She said she loved me that day in McDonalds, but she couldn't give up her sex life for me, and I took that as an insult. But she never meant it as one, and neither did Erin. She wanted to play and explore with her sexuality but do it with my blessing. And I was holding her back. The man who professed to love her, was all that stood between her and a sex life that she wanted and craved.

  I felt conflicted. Confused and dumfounded.

  "Love," Erin soothed, sensing my disarray. "Christina has shown me something and I just want to try it. I think it would be great for us as there's a whole world of fun and sex for us to explore together that will make our love so much stronger. And we can go further into BDSM too!"

  I barely heard the words of her explanation; her pacifying tone was comforting and her gentle reassurance was desperately needed.

  "Perhaps we could show you. Perhaps if Bryn went down on your wife here and now, she could be satisfied and you could see how you feel."

  "Ummm …"

  Erin implored me with her expression as I hesitated. As much as I wanted to say "yes" to her it was a massive step and I knew if I let the genie out of the bottle there would be no way to put it back in.

  It was a monumental moment in our relationship. Nothing would ever be the same again.

  "OK," I muttered slowly, my heart pounding in my chest. "Ummm … I think."

  Chapter V

  Erin's first time

  There was silence for a few moments. Erin looked at Christina and then at me, trying desperately to read my mind. What was I thinking?

  I didn't know myself; I gulped as I returned her gaze, fiddling with my fingers absent-mindedly as she watched my foggy expression.

  I had just given permission for my wife to experience sexual pleasure at the hands, well tongue, of another man. "Do you want to watch?" Christina's face emerged into a smile as she broke the tense atmosphere. "I find it's better to not watch for the first time. Just listen from another room."

  "Ummm ... well I ..."

  She interrupted. "A woman will find it easier to enjoy herself if she is free of distractions. You being here is a distraction. I'll stay with you."

  It wasn't a suggestion, but a command. Christina's controlling voice dominated as she rose from her seat and gestured for me to leave the room, leaving instructions for her husband as she went.

  "What you've done is a fantastic thing." She closed the kitchen door. "You've given your wife something money can't buy. It's a rocky road at first, but once you get going the view is fantastic, and it only gets better."

  I tuned out of her congratulatory drivel, straining my ears for the first whimper of wifely satisfaction. I was no longer concerned about my nudity in the presence of a near-stranger; it barely registered, listening solely and concentrating on the barest sound from our living room.

  "Listening, eh? You'll hear something soon enough."

  This wasn't likely with her ranting, but I bit my tongue and said nothing, waiting for the first cries. They took a few moments: squeals and cries floated through the door, and I felt my cock stiffen into erection, shielding my inexplicable hardness from my neighbour by turning to face the sounds.

  Christina whispered into my ear, her hands gripping my sides. "You have the most fuckable, spankable arse I've ever seen." I gulped; her voice was seductive, her tone sexy and domineering. "I'd love to fuck your arse with one of my strap-ons after I'd spanked it. You'd like that."

  "Ummmm ..."

  "Oh don't be shy! Your wife is receiving never ending pleasure from my husband, licking and sucking her cunt. And I know you like to be submissive, have a woman dominate you. What do you think your wife and I talk about most lunchtimes? Eh?! I'd love to share you, I love submissive men. I love making them squirm and cry, and then float away in their own feelings of compliance and submission. 'Cos you like making other people happy, don't you?"

  The cries and squeals of my wife ratcheted up a notch, her pants clearly audible through the cheap, plywood door. "Well …"

  "I know you want to go further. So does your wife. You want to have me and your wife taking turns with you. Don't tell me you haven't fantasised about it. Fantasised about loads of mistresses being unleashed on your naked body. Latex catsuits, whips, canes and floggers. Tight PVC trousers, strap-ons, handcuffs, rope, your wife has seen your Internet history. Even cuckoldry. We know your fantasies Peter. We know what you masturbate to. And we can give you all of that. Your wife can make all of your dreams come true. Just let us take you on that journey."

  Her hot breath landed on the back of my neck, her hands closed over my erect cock, stroking it gently as I flinched under her touch.

  "Easy," she cooed. "Go easy. But Bryn, is my subbie. He services more cocks than I do, and I do a lot. He does what I tell him, glides from one act of submission to another and to see him humiliated makes me wet. So very wet to see a man squirming and crying as they enter my world of pain and degradation. My world of nasty depravity. How would you like your wife and I to take you to places you'd only dreamt of. Places you'd only fantasised of. Because you were too scared to ask. Too scared of what we might think. It's OK to ask now, because I know what we're going to do."

  "I …"

  She interrupted aggressively. "You'll love it. I know you will. Because deep down, you're a submissive little slut." Christina rubbed the head of my cock into crazed whimperings. I gripped the worktop, savouring the sensations in my hard cock, listening to the sounds of my wife's climatic orgasm and sliding into a hypnotic trance from Christina's suggestive voice.

  Her voice drifted into my conscious, but poked the very core of my arousal. Desperately firing at my thoughts as she breathed lustful mirages into my mind. "You're going to lick pussy, suck cock and take it any way she wants. You're going to be teased, denied and humiliated. You're going to experience a world of pain and never-ending amounts of torture. You're going to experience agony that you never knew existed and you're going to know, see, hear and watch your lovely beautiful wife take endless amounts of lovers. And you're going to love it. You're going to crave it and beg for it, because that's what you want. Don't fight it, savour every last drop of your degradation because I'm going to. Your wife is going to. Everyone's going to."

  I coughed, panting as her grip pulled me into her clothing; her hands left my cock and glided up my body, pulling at my nipples and gently pinching them. She rotated her fingers, slowly gripping my points and squeezing them until I squealed.

  It hurt. But it wasn't unpleasant. Her firm grip of my body, as her touch brought pain to my flesh, was almost relaxing. I drifted, allowing her to draw squeals of anguish as she abused me mercilessly. Her sharp na
ils dug into my sides, her fingers flicked against my skin, and yet I did nothing but listen to the feverish panting and screams of my wife taken to her umpteenth orgasm.

  It was an intense feeling and I longed to see. My hands hovered over the door handle and Christina leant through my arms to unlock it slowly and quietly.

  My wife got louder instantly, drowning out the creaking door as I stepped into the back room and watched my bottomless wife on the sofa, panting and screaming as Bryn's tongue danced over her button.

  My wife's clit. My wife was orgasming in front of me. My wife's taking pleasure from another.

  I stood still and watched; the sexual rush of the situation filling my body as every part of me was transfixed by the sights and sounds of her orgasms.

  And she had two more peaks, screaming and crying as her hips bucked and her body flushed by the intense flows of pleasure stemming from her cunt.

  I was teetering on the edge of my own arousal when she could take no more; Bryn's fingers had worked against her G-Spot; his tongue had danced a magical melody on her clit. And she was spent.

  Her glazed eyes smiled welcomingly at me, beckoning her naked husband into her presence with a merest wave. "Come here," she called and I hugged her, my erect cock slipping inside of her gushing cunt.

  "Come for me," she whispered, and for that moment I forgot I had an audience, pumping my erection deep into my wife with energetic bursts of extreme horniness. She gasped with my deep thrusts, groaning with my pushes into her wet cunt until I unloaded my cum deep within her.

  I never cleaned her up; my wife complained her genitals were "too sensitive" to permit it, and Christina looked on disappointed.

  We shared a bottle of wine after we became reattired and toasted my wife's infidelity.

  "You comfortable with it now?" I brushed against my insecurities as I pondered the question.