Southern Belle Cuckold

by Derrin Hart

  At last she sat upright. “Holly crap,” she announced. “I’m so wet!” She wasted no time, scooting back to hike up her wedding gown and slide off her tiny panties. She hovered over the big black man and lowered herself onto his mighty shaft. Looking at me, she said, “You like this, don’t you honey?” as she groaned and impaled herself on his manhood. Down she went, taking his cock and holding nothing back, riding him fully.

  My wife is fucking our black limo driver on our wedding day for Christ sake, I thought to myself.

  As she rode him I wanted to scream, yet my cock was stirring ever so slightly. She turned to me and motioned for me to remove my tuxedo pants. I did so without hesitation. Cat then slid off her driver. His prick was glistening with her juices. Man oh man, he was thick and long.

  She came to me on her knees, taking my small penis in her mouth. I looked over her shoulder and Jermaine was mounting her from behind. His head was hitting the limo’s roof, but he did not stop. He pushed into my wife and she squirmed and squealed like there was no tomorrow. He fucked her from behind and she sucked on me. Her head and body smashed forward as he drilled her hard. He exploded with an orgasm before I was seven close.

  “Shoot on my ass,” she yelled out as he quivered in ecstasy. Catherine shook her ass about, welcoming his spray all about her backside. She sucked me furiously and I too had an orgasm.

  Before any words were exchanged, everyone quickly cleaned up. We put on our pants as she put on her panties. Catherine was all smiles and her cheeks were flushed pink.

  The driver looked at each of us in wonder until finally he, too, smiled. “Well well, that, I must say, was a break-the-day-up fun little thing.”

  I shook my head, not really knowing what to think. Catherine announced we had to hurry up to get to the reception and before long the limo was on the road again. The bathroom stop was forgotten.

  We made it to the hall with few words exchanged. Catherine was too busy trying to get herself back to normal so that we could make a smashing entrance. I was too lost in my own thoughts to say anything, yet. We drove up to the resort and Jermaine let us out. Cat thanked him with a blushing big grin, and I prepared to tip the guy. He accepted my cash and as I prepared to join Cat and walk in the hall, he whispered in my ear, “You have your hands full with that one, my man. She’s a sexy cat!”

  Looking back with a sort of a fake grin, I took my wife’s hand and opened the doorway to enter our wedding reception.

  Chapter Three

  Life would change pretty drastically after this last dramatic turn of events. With the wedding long past and the regular routines in place, I found myself wondering, what next? I had gone and married a girl I thought was a conservative Texan. She believed in Republican politics, watched Fox News, and had crazy kink fetish fantasies. I also had become a stepfather to her daughters, Julie and Jenny. I held my ground and kept working hard. I wanted them all to have a good life.

  We had spoken little of the bridal gown fuck in the wedding limo. I did try to bring it up, but she only shot it down, saying it was just a crazy moment. Our sex life dwindled as the year progressed, yet we remained close and did make love on occasion. I made it a point to acquire some no-brand Viagra from Canada and would use it when the opportunity presented itself.

  The bottom line was that Catherine, for a petite southern gal, had one hell of a big pussy. Those amazing monster lips would swell and open into a vast wonderland that my little dicky just got lost in. It seemed that every time we fucked, she was unsatisfied and wanted more.

  I did find myself fantasizing quite a lot to memories of that limo ride. The image of the black chauffeur and his thick black licorice stick stuck in my head. Catherine had ridden him with reckless abandon. Wow, that vision was something to behold. I’d think of it constantly as I masturbated, sometimes twice a day.

  One morning I ran into a bit of unexpected trouble. I accidentally walked in on little Julie at the moment she was coming out of the shower. She was horrified, to say the least. I was groggy and hadn’t thought to knock, and the door was not locked. She screamed like a banshee and of course ran to Cat, quite upset. But, before she fled—well, it feels odd saying this—but I saw her nude. Julie’s breasts had surpassed her mom’s three times over. She had large, very firm boobs. I felt embarrassed seeing them, but holy cow she had some big tits for a thirteen-year-old. She made her moms look silly already.

  I wished it hadn’t happened. Catherine was furious and would not hear my side. She scolded me time and time again. I had meant no harm, but was paying for it dearly.

  My wife continued to work out at the gym day in and day out. She was looking great. She got her hair lightened again and was growing it longer. She was keeping that tiny body in tight shape. Her ass was rounder than ever and she had lost all but a small amount of tummy in her midsection. The woman was one serious milf.

  She started scolding me again for my mistake as we were leaving the gym early one evening. “Michael, I want to make sure you feel the humiliation Julie experienced the other day.” I immediately began to protest, but she nipped it in the bud, saying, “I know it was a so-called mistake, but it happened. I have decided to show you just how humiliating such an experience can be.” She paused. “I met a man at the cable station and I will be meeting with him tomorrow night.”

  She kept smiling and looking straight ahead as I drove us home. I wanted to say, “Are you nuts?” but I drove on. She said no more. This whole sexual games thing was not something I was used to. I had nothing against a little fun, but this shit was crazy.

  We arrived home and she acted as if nothing had been said. We watched a movie with the girls and snacked on pretzels and hummus. In bed later Catherine explained more. “Honey, what we have is good, but this guy—a tech over at the station—has been flirting with me for a while now. He’s a lot younger and keeps telling me I should play around with him. Are you okay with that?”

  She leaned in to kiss my cheek. Was I okay with it? I didn’t answer immediately, so Catherine elaborated. “I will prepare for my date and you can watch me get ready. Then you will look after the girls until I return. When I get back I will tell you everything, every tidbit down to the last drop. Can you deal with this situation, Michael?”

  I took a deep breath and pondered that very thought. Could I deal with it? Why was this happening? How in the hell did Cat suddenly come up with this idea? My wife kissed my cheek, then my neck, rubbed my chest and made her way to my loins. There she found my small penis rock hard. “Well, well,” she said, “what do we have here? It seems my husband is turned on.” She then stroked my shaft and went down on me. What followed was an intense blowjob, and I came in no time. Afterward she said, “Be ready for tomorrow night,” turned, and went to sleep. I on the other hand lay awake, face up, contemplating it all and came up with no answer. Finally I too drifted off.

  The entire day—while I fixed computers, added programs, dealt with virus after virus—I could think of nothing else but the evening to come. Who was this guy? Did he know me? Why did she want to do this? The day was actually going well and I landed a huge paying job for the main office. When I came to a stopping place, I hurried home.

  Catherine greeted me at the door with a big hug. “The girls are at a friend’s house,” she announced. “They will be home by eight.” She grabbed my hand and led me upstairs. “You sit on the bed now, Michael. I have to get ready for my date.” This was strange, yet titillating. I did as I was told and paid attention.

  I couldn’t believe she was making her husband—me—watch as she prepared to go out on a date.

  First she disrobed and, naked, pranced into a warm bubble bath. She called me over to help wash her. She shaved her legs and, directly in front of me, shaved her pussy bare. She then had me help paint her fingernails and toes a pale, shimmering pink color. Then it was back to the bed’s edge for me. There I sat as she sashayed about, preparing herself. She sprayed perfume all over her body and clasped gold bracele
ts on her wrists and white pearls around neck, and a cold chain around her ankle. She spent awhile on her hair next, prepping it nicely into a loose bun. She was going the whole nine yards, something she never seemed to do for me.

  Her outfit came next. I felt a twinge in my groin watching her go about her business. Her obvious, oversized cunt lips were so visible as she walked about considering various dresses that I got excited from the visual. She slipped into a Victoria’s Secret nude colored bra and matching bikini panties then chose a pink dress and dark cardigan sweater. She looked so sexy, so classy, and so hot! She was suddenly ready and I just sat there, slack-jawed. She kissed me and said she needed to get going.

  “Wait,” I said, “can you explain what’s going on?”

  She kissed me again and said, “You’ll have to wait until I return.”

  I paced restlessly around about the house as I waited for the girls to return. Then I played with Oscar the cat to kill a little more time. A text came in and I rushed to my phone to read it. It was my wife. The text read, I have arrived and I’m on my way up to his loft. Be home soon, Love Cat.

  An hour passed and I could think of nothing else. I masturbated to bikini pictures of Catherine I had taken on a trip to the shore. Then girls arrived home next, so there was another distraction. Both Julie and Jen said little and went their separate ways. Jen headed to her bedroom and Julie, to the television. I talked briefly to Julie, asking how her day had gone and making small talk. I think we had finally gotten past the shower incident, yet it still felt weird. I did all I could to not think of Catherine. I was turned on by her antics, yet humiliated as well. An hour passed and again a text came in.

  The new text read, Just leaving now, was amazing, be home with details in twenty!

  I anxiously awaited my wife’s return. I just sat and thought back to the beginning of our relationship. At first Catherine had been so reserved. She would tie her light brown hair in a bun and conceal her body with a long t-shirt. I guess the only indicator was her little black spandex shorts. Her ass was round and visible and she wore no panties. But, who would have imagined her so carefree and wild? This woman was lucky to weigh one hundred pounds and probably stood no more than five foot three. I figured she was past her wild streak—sexy and a milf, yes, but not young enough to be “active” in this way. I guess I’d figured wrong. Being forty-something had not put a damper on her sex drive. Quite the opposite.

  I found my penis hardening again. How she ended up with a co-worker tonight floored me. Then I thought of the black limo driver and our wedding. I was rock hard and stroking myself again. The orgasm that followed was incredible. Before I had fully recovered she was home.

  She walked in as I stood waiting for her in the hallway. Her hair was a mess and her makeup different—she must have reapplied it. She smiled and hugged me. I followed her into the kitchen, where she sat on a barstool. “So how was your evening?” she asked with a grin.

  “Very funny,” I replied. “I’m kind of freaking out here, Catherine,” I added in all seriousness.

  She pouted and stared me directly in the eye. “Relax honey, I will tell you everything upstairs.” Her cheeks were flushed and she had razor burn around her mouth. I waited in silence. Then I got cocky, “Perhaps I should see other people too?”

  Catherine laughed. “Come upstairs, silly,” she said, taking my hand and leading me to our bedroom. “Your sexual services ain’t worth beans, darlin’,” she drawled. Normally her Texas accent was hardly noticeable, but I could tell she was feeling her oats. “No one would want you.”

  I was confused by that statement, yet too interested in what had just occurred to explore such a talk.

  I sat and watched while she undressed for the shower. Damn, my fucking wife was sexy. I’d always thought young girls were the best. But, man, she was still brandishing a hell of a figure for a woman in her late forties. She worked hard at it, but her small frame and fast metabolism helped.

  She slipped out of her pink dress and undergarments and came closer. Leaning in, she whispered in my ear, “Guess what, Michael?” I looked up at her and she kissed me passionately. “I was just fucked, and fucked hard.” She pushed me onto my back. “Here, taste it.” She slid up and sat on my face. I could smell semen. I could smell sex. She grinded a little and slid off me. Then she yanked my shorts down and stared at my shriveled cock. Touching it, she chuckled. “I guess you won’t be fucking me tonight.” I was ashamed, because she knew I had been jerking off.

  Then she got up off the bed and headed to the shower.

  Later on in bed she described her evening in more detail. “He said he had forgotten some papers at work, so we ended up back at the station. He grabbed me and took me to a utility closet and said, ‘I bet you never thought you’d screw in this place.’ Soon he had me dripping wet. We kissed and nibbled and he opened my bodice, button by button, to slowly reveal my breasts. Then he sucked each one of my hard nipples, moving first to one, then the other and back again.

  “He pulled my dress up, rubbing my swollen pussy lips and fingering my already wet cunt.” She cuddled up to me, kissing my neck. She smelled like fresh linen and soap and the effect of her clean body rubbing up against mine was intoxicating. I was eager to hear more. “I grabbed at his loins and felt his stiffening dick. He was thick and long, much bigger than you, Michael. Soon I had his prick loose and his shaft with its large mushroom cock head sprung strait up. I lowered my lips on him. He groaned in pleasure and told me he was always watching me. Imagining having me at work. He loved older, sexy, sophisticated woman. He wanted a woman who knew what she wanted and did not play games. I sucked him furiously.” Catherine was excited now and I caressed her breast and fondled her erect nipples. She pushed my hand to her legs and down to her awakened twat. She was oh so very wet …

  She continued her tale. “Tommy hoisted me up, then, hiking up my dress and impaling me on his throbbing dong. I slid down on him while his strong frame held me up. He felt so good in me, Michael—so big, so strong. We fucked in the closet, me riding him, and him pushing and banging me into the wall. I felt so naughty, so reckless.” Catherine’s hips were moving and I fingered her now. She exploded into orgasm and grabbed at my soft, overused cock. “Darn it, Michael, I want to fuck, you’re so soft, ohhhhhh!” She said little more and we drifted off to sleep.

  The four of us spent a good part of the next day messing around the house. We played with our white kitty Oscar, then enjoyed a pancake breakfast and cleaned it away before ending up on a walk together following a trail in the nearby woods. In the late afternoon, we decided to go out for dinner and see a family movie.

  While in the shower, I again could think of nothing but Catherine’s crazy encounters. I soaped my body clean, stroking my penis and wishing I were bigger. I wondered if this was the end of it for her. Had she finished sowing her wild oats? With good reason I had my doubts.

  I could not understand what was happening with my cock. It was leading me to think and play with it way too much. I was never horny enough for my wife because I’d masturbate too much. It was on this very late afternoon that I decided to give my penis a name, now that it had developed a crazy will of its own. Avoiding its call and urges was hopeless. I could not resist it. If I was going to be listening to it and following its lead, I could at least name the darn thing. I looked at it and felt disgust. I was too little, too old looking and too thin. I was tiny and Tiny was its new name. My cock would be called Tiny.

  The dinner and film were fun and we had a great time. Catherine was all smiles—gentle and sweet and respectful—most of the evening. I was a little concerned about the bedtime play that would be expected of me back at home. As we drove into the driveway, Catherine had already stroked my leg for several minutes prior to our arrival. Tiny would have to be a pleaser tonight I wondered after these last two flings if he would be up for the job.

  I was not put to the test. Jenny the youngest appeared in our bedroom before anything got started.
She was afraid and wanted to stay with us, in our bed. Catherine invited her in, and that was the end of that.

  Chapter Four

  On Monday, I had it in my head to get to the bottom of why Catherine and her ex-Colt got divorced. I went to the office and handled a few computer issues for clients on the phone and two at job sites. At lunchtime, I dug out a phone number and called Colt.

  After exchanging names and whatnot, I asked him bluntly, “Why did you get divorced?” I wanted his side of the story. Though taken aback by my call and questions, he told me a lot. His story did not match Catherine’s version. She had said he acted cocky and jealous until she just couldn’t take it anymore. She also told me he neglected the girls with his business trips and always found reasons to avoid the family stuff. He made no excuses for the family issues, but the jealousy he defended with vigor. I listened to what he had to say with great interest.

  Later in the week, I confronted Catherine. What had she meant by her comment that no one would want me? She took it back, reassuring me that I was a great man. I wanted to argue, but held back. I knew she meant I was older, that I was graying in all areas, and that my body—though still decent—was not hard, and of course my dick was small. She was now my trophy and I had better appreciate it. Maybe it was all in my head, but that’s what I thought. She saw my brain whirring and added, “Michael, if you want to see other ladies, I would respect your wishes. But what I would really like is for you to focus your sexual energy on me, and me only. No porn, no masturbating all the time. Be fully aroused for me and come to our bed with great zest.”