by J D Stones
Erin and Christina had left us instructions: enclosed in an envelope was a USB stick and we were commanded to watch the files together. Naked.
I plugged the memory drive into the TV and clicked "Play," not checking to see what the files were named before the first video started: "Cuckolds get fucked Volume 3."
Bryn slouched on the sofa, tossing his yellow panties to the floor. "Nice pair!" I stripped also, looking around the lounge to see if I could spot any hidden cameras; I couldn't.
Bryn's hand settled on my thigh as we watched the film of submissive men getting fucked by dominant men as their controlling partners watched or participated. I can't deny I found it exciting, especially with Bryn's fingers tapping lightly on my cock and my fingers gripping his shaft.
I loved the friendship I had with my neighbour: we were at total ease with one another, and he said nothing as I placed my beer on the table and slid down the sofa, taking a long lick of his smooth manhood. He ran his hands through my short hair, watching as my tongue slid over his cock-head and sucked at his glans.
He tasted of man: he always did, but the bitter, acrid taste of his cock was more pronounced than normal. I lapped at his strong aroma, taking in the powerful scent. We were both submissives at heart; we both adored the act of giving pleasure. I savoured every adjustment of his hips, every stray whimper or every flinch of his cock as I lapped at his prick, sucking up his pre-cum and taking his shaft into my mouth.
I loved it, because I was a cocksucker. I loved to suck cocks as much as I loved to lap at cunts. I enjoyed the warm erect shaft sliding over my lips as I fellated Bryn's cock and felt his arousal dance inside of him. I loved to see his foreskin part as his cock grew, like a flower at spring, opening up to the light. I loved the smell of a fresh cock: the power as I submissively swept my tongue over the manhood of another man and filled my mouth with his stiff cock. And I adored the taste of cum: the thick texture of the musky fluid pooling on my tongue as the man spilt his seed into my mouth, holding my head over his cock while he finished defiling and degrading me.
Sucking Bryn's cock made my cock erect and pre-cum to leak onto the sofa I was lying on, as he savoured every sweep of his dick by my tongue. I heard him grunt and pent, I tasted his pre-cum and I felt his arousal: twitching cocks and squirming buttocks as my lips moved over his cock with increasing alacrity.
He mewled in delight, panted in arousal and grunted, holding the back of my head as his cock twitched and spewed several waves of cum into me.
I felt it hit the back of my throat with a jolt and I looked along the naked torso at his relieved face, smiling at his friend licking his cock free of cum with delicate touches from my mouth.
For the first time I can remember we kissed; it always felt like a step too far or a bridge too big, but at that moment it felt natural. A brief kiss on the lips so he could taste his cum that had filled my mouth and smile at me. Grin, and giggle as we cuddled up together to watch the remainder of the film.
And twenty minutes later he was between my legs, pressing his luscious tongue over my cock and sucking, as waves of pleasure cascaded through me. It was hot, and nasty. It was deeply erotic and incredibly taboo. It was delightfully beautiful and desperately shameful. I was enjoying a night of naked debauchery with my male neighbour as my wife partied to get herself fucked by strangers. My friend and fellow cuckold was eagerly sucking my cock, not out of order or obligation but out of mutual sexual enjoyment and reciprocated love.
He grunted as he wantonly sucked my cock, eagerly sweeping his lips over my shaft and sucking gleefully. I panted as his fingers massaged my balls, and his thumb pressed on my perineum. I closed my eyes, dreaming of a dozen people standing alongside me. I dreamt of strangers' cunts and dicks being thrust into my face as I sucked cock and lapped at clitorises.
I felt the finger pressing on my anus, gently rubbing the surface as my balls tightened and I tensed my muscles, thrashing my hips as the inevitable climax filled my loins and I exploded into a mass of desperate relief, jettisoning cum into the mouth of my bisexual lover.
He licked his lips, sucking my cock clean with a guilty expression etched onto his face. We laughed; he got two more beers as I went to the toilet, pissing the residue from our antics into the toilet bowl.
We settled down on the blanket on the sofa and we talked; there were hours of pornography we had been assigned to watch, and we chatted as the films broadcast muscular hunks fucking each other.
The comments were salacious as was the chatter: "he's got a nice cock, but too much of a mouthful. I mean, anything you can't fit in your mouth is just a waste!" We giggled and sniggered like teenagers, the alcohol soaking into our inhibitions as we watched.
"That's what Erin wants to do to me!" I mentioned as two men spitroasted a much younger lad, pushing their cocks into the grunting submissive adorning nipple clamps and a chastity device. I stared as they focused on his expression: a mixture of deep humiliation and resignation. My cock rose, my hand found a similarly stiff prick in Bryn's creaseless manhood.
We watched in silence, sliding our hands over each other's loins as the men grunted and squealed, slamming their hips in a rhythm that impaled the submissive simultaneously. Mercilessly. Passionately. Wantonly. Wantonly taking their pleasure from the pathetic ragdoll submitting to their dominant will to give orgasmic ecstasy to the brutish, muscle-clad figures with thick, powerful cocks.
And we loved it. For the first time in Erin's smorgasboard of male porn was something I could imagine doing. My mind transported me to the position of the young man; his two holes stuffed with meaty cock. I could feel the slide of the prick against the lubricant in my arse, filling my butt with his impaling manhood and rhythmically sliding against my prostate. I could feel it in my mind, breathlessly grunting into the intrusion thrusting into my mouth.
I felt worthless. I felt like a cheap piece of meat or a discardable sex toy. I felt like I was being fucked, with my head pressed down on the veiny manhood being shoved into my mouth and hitting my gag reflex at the back of my throat. I gripped my thumb out of habit.
The prick slammed into my butt; his grip pivoting on my hips with his firm touch that drove his cock deep into me. Sliding against my prostate, and filling my arse with his meat.
"Peter," Bryn called, grinning up at me as I bucked my hips. He took me out of my trance, banishing my mirages away. "You OK?"
"Yeah," I breathed, as his fingers walked over my erect cock.
"Imagining doing it?" He asked rhetorically. "But then, you've never been fucked by a man have you?" I shook my head. The millionaire grinned as his body pressed against mine. His hand tweaked my nipple. "Want to do it … now!"
"As in … you?" I felt the horniness sweep into me; my cock twitched and he smiled. He had his answer. The top drawer in our sideboard contained condoms and lube: he knew this and he looked at my expression as he bit open the condom wrapper.
I loved to see this; a primal need for sex so desperate that the condom is ripped from it's packet by the teeth. It showed base emotion: a passionate, fervid necessity to grab sexual satisfaction that nothing could slow down the fiery ardour to fuck the willing submissive.
And I was willing. I was feverishly desperate. The black-haired man held the backs of my thighs apart as his fingers massaged colourless lubricant into my hole. He pulled me horizontal on the sofa by my legs, saying nothing as he lined his erect cock into the whirl of my anus.
Missionary position.
He was fucking me in the missionary position. Mounting me like a horny teenager fucking his prom-date, he held my legs vertical to my body by his shoulders as I relaxed my ring to allow him entry. He sighed as his cock slipped past the muscle. My breathing was restricted by the position; I panted with short quick breaths as I felt the smooth slide of his cock into me.
It took a moment: the initial feeling of discomfort waned as the cock slowly slipped inside my lubricated ass-hole. I groaned: for the first time, I was being fucked by anot
her man. For the first time I was taking a cock up my arse. For the first time I was having gay intercourse.
And I was enjoying it. I felt a sensation inside of me that I'd never felt before: a deep teasing of my prostate that stoked my arousal.
Pre-cum poured from the end of my erect cock, soaking my stomach as the gentle slide against my prostate expelled a pool of fluid.
And then Bryn began to screw me. Slow strokes of his cock from his hips as his body held me in my submissive position: ankles resting on his shoulders as he thrust his cock deep into my butt. My balls rested against his pubis, his hands pinning my shoulders as our eyes met.
Jolts of electric pleasure surged through my body: a hundred times better than receiving a blowjob as he thrust his cock deeper and deeper into my arse, rodgering me as if I was a blow-up sex doll.
But I was no lump of plastic feeling nothing, but I enjoyed every sensation he experienced. My muscles quivered, we both felt it. His cock twitched, we both groaned. Our flesh slapped together sinfully, we both heard it. Every flicker of arousal was savoured by us both. I relished in my submission, basking in the degradation of being used by his cock.
His prick pistoned into me; the grunting man held me into the sofa as his cock twitched and his body shook, burying his cock deep into my rectum as it twitched and I felt his cock fill his condom.
And then, as our eyes met, he leant into me and kissed me. Not a gentle peck on the cheeks or lips but a snog. We both felt it and we both wanted it. I'd lost my anal virginity to him and we'd built a connection. My hands gripped his buttocks, squeezing his smooth flesh as our tongues twined together.
I tasted the beer and the felt rough skin on his lips. I felt his cock shrivel and slide out of my butt but it stopped nothing. Our warm bodies pressed together as our tongues passionately explored.
And that day, that fuck, was the moment we all knew I was as bisexual as Bryn.
And it changed so much.
Chapter XVIII
Pussy
The only thing that Erin was disappointed about was that she had not witnessed the deflowering of her husband. We kissed and snogged more passionately than I managed with my bisexual lover, and her tales of the men she'd slept with became immaterial. She needed to know more about my butt being plundered by Bryn.
The following night, she begged for Bryn and I to repeat our antics, and in front of Yvonne, Christina and herself. My backside was taken by Christina's submissive husband as Yvonne ate my wife to orgasm. Bryn pounded my hole, drawing my body onto his erect cock with increasing energy.
I heard the sounds of mutual enjoyment as my arse felt full; the stiff member sliding past my resistance and filling my hole with increasing fervour. My prostate tickled with lust and my butthole swam with delightful stimulation as Bryn's forceful fucking elicited orgasmic groans from my submissive cravings.
Thirsty for their dominance I floated from the pounding from behind and the decadent sights and sounds of the lounge: watching as my wife was eaten out by the friendly bisexual student. She cried out loudly as her own orgasm ripped through her young body.
But it was over too soon: Bryn's cum filled the condom before my prostate had done much more than leak pre-cum over our lounge carpet. But Bryn had to mutually satisfy: Christina was "worried" he was adopting too much of a dominant role in our relationship and she reminded him that he was still a submissive.
My lubricated condom-clad cock slid into his anus with ease; he panted as I fucked a man for the first time. Erin knelt behind me, whispering into my ear as I held onto the tops of his thighs, slowly pushing my cock into him doggy-style.
He pushed his head onto the floor as I gently took him, gradually sliding my prick in and out of his butt. His buttocks were smooth, his body looked more sexy than ever as his parted cheeks accepted my erect dick fucking him.
But it was a slow, gentle, loving fuck. I didn't pound his arse; there wasn't the forceful, passionate screw that my wife craved from her many lovers, but a sensual, delicate fuck as I pulled him softly onto my cock.
But my shaft was alive with the tight sensations of Bryn's hole. His muscles fluttered as he was taken, my wife pushing her fingers underneath my body to press against my perineum. She purred in my ear, nibbled at my earlobe and rubbed my nipples. She caused me pleasure and pain, sensually kissing my neck and then squeezing my balls. She made me squeal and tense.
Bryn felt it too; he jolted as electric sensations surged from my cock buried deep in his arse. He groaned, as I leant forward, rubbing my hands over his back and pressing my body against his. I pushed my cock deeper into his sanctuary, savouring the intense relief that flowed through my body.
I was so close. So near. And it felt so beautiful. I closed my eyes and plunged my cock faster and deeper into him, groaning as wave after wave engulfed me and I squealed, crying as my cum filled the teat of the condom with endless spurts of ecstasy.
I lay against him, breathlessly groaning. My cock shrank from it's erect state, my body sizzled with sensual love and spent sexual lust. My eyes closed as I rubbed my hands over Bryn's back and slowly came to my senses.
It was an exquisite taste of the forbidden; an overwhelming experience that left me unable to move for a few moments.
My wife teased me relentlessly; for awhile she snapped me and Bryn in a state of chastity: our usual sexual outlets closed, her and Christina took great delight in exciting our flames and making us horny before disappearing into the night to get screwed.
Her evening adventures were becoming less common; in the early days she would go out four nights a week, but as she built up a steady network of men she knew and trusted, she would often arrange to meet one in her lunch hour or after work, so I got to spend a lot more time with my loving wife.
And it was deeply loving; barely a night went past when I wasn't massaging her, or cuddling up with her. Often she would delight as my hands flowed down her oiled body, soothing her stresses and frustrations away as I gripped her muscles and kneaded her troubles. It would often end with my lips between her legs, slowly licking her out to orgasm as my fingers worked against her G-Spot. I never tired of seeing her orgasm.
The last weekend of September: almost six months since we had started on our cuckolding adventure, my gorgeous wife invited some friends to our house to commiserate the death of summer. The evening was warm; the clothing was minimal. I was dressed in just some sheer, translucent panties. She smiled as her fingers traced the red fabric and flicked the delicate bow on the front with a wide smile on her face. "You look fantastic!" She simpered, rubbing my right cheek to embarrass.
I'd been shaved too; my entire body was hairless so I looked more feminine that before. It made my squirm with unease and Erin enjoyed the psychological torments inflicted.
Erin cocked her head, blowing me a kiss as the naked woman put a T-Shirt on, and nothing more, shaking her booty as she walked out of the room and left her horny husband tenting his flimsy female underwear.
Bryn was similiarly dressed; his pink thong hid nothing of his fabulous cock that oozed desperation. I longed to slide my tongue over his masculine head, and suck the delicate aroma of his arousal. But Erin had said no.
Indeed, as her female friends arrived, Bryn and I were dispatched to the kitchen to wait on the dominatrices. I recognised a few; I had never seen many more: all of the women dressed in T-Shirts or very short dresses.
The wine was served chilled, the girls loved rubbing the cold glasses onto our exposed nipples to make us squeal or cry. They loved, squeezing our assets on display or rubbing our buttocks, or just verbally insulting us. My friend's wife called me "a fucking slut" and another called me "a shameless pervert." It was all part of Erin's plan, I knew, but they were designed to humiliate me.
And it did. But Bryn and I loved being submissive and my wife and Christina loved being dominant. They adored seeing us squirm and writhe; punctured by their acerbic words and feeling the impact of their mean insults. It made my panties
wet; something that was not missed by the cackling women.
They groped and they slapped us. I navigated a sea of drunken hands as I served them drinks and nibbles, feeling the sly finger slide inside my lacy underwear as the gaggle of horny ladies grabbed at my cock and squeezed it until I squealed in pain. It made them smile; it brought tears to my eyes.
But I still adored it. I loved being hurt and as my wife looked on with a devious smile, I knew there would be more. More pain and humiliation than the women had managed. More embarrassment than two of my best friends' wives seeing me exposed and degraded. More painful than grips of my sensitive cock and more humiliation than being a serving wench for my wife's friends all evening.
More than that. I thought they'd watch Bryn and I fuck; my chastity enforced by my sadistic wife ensuring that both my bisexual lover and myself were horny and desperate.
But she didn't. As the Sun dropped below the trees and the birdsong faded to the faintest of chirping, my wife led me into the middle of the garden, a few yards from the gazebo where she was entertaining, and in full view of the light streaming from the house and the flock of bottomless women, forced me to my knees.
A soft kick my shoulder propelled be backwards, causing me to squeal and the desperate women to laugh desperately as I floundered onto my back. My legs flew into the air, exposing my lacy crotch to everyone.
She stood over me, kneeling over my head and pushing her crack onto my face. I could smell her arousal, taste her lust as my lips instinctively touched her crack, gliding my tongue over her cunt. She panted as I ate her out. He weight pushed down on me, forcing my head into the cold, soft earth as she cried, bouncing on my face to savour the loving motions of my tongue on her delicate clit.
I inhaled her delicious flavour. Her cunt pressed against my nose as her body squirmed and rocked on my face, soaking my cheeks and mouth with her juices as she rode me towards her orgasm.