Southern Belle Cuckold

by Derrin Hart

  As I approached, I saw that the guy was in his forties if not fifties. He had a good head of dark hair and his expression was stern. I sat behind him and leaned in. “Hi,” I whispered, “I was wondering if you’d like to join my wife and me. She’s in the back and very pretty. In fact she’s wet and about to orgasm if that matters. Come and see, my friend.”

  He looked back at me in surprise. He tried to get a glimpse of Cat. “Is this for real?” he said, puzzled.

  “It’s real,” I replied.

  “Are you trying to get me to suck your cock, dude?” he asked, leaning back. I waved my hands in a “no thank you” gesture. He laughed and sat back, once again absorbed in the film. I was like, what the fuck.

  I went back to my wife, who was waiting impatiently. “He’s gay, honey, I think,” I explained. I threw up my hands. “I don’t really know!”

  We noticed that another of the men in the movie hall had crept closer and was watching us closely. I undid Cat’s blouse, exposing her breasts and excited nipples. The watching guy—nothing special if not outright ugly—moved up a few more rows and leaned over the seats, looking. Catherine had no interest in this new overweight voyeur, but could care less. He was there. She began moving her hips up and down, and I increased the speed of my finger action.

  “Babe, can you let me out, please?” I asked.

  The onscreen action got wild—a sex scene with one guy and the two female leads. We watched and fondled and Catherine gave me my freedom. My little cock—shriveled and rarely used—felt so good to be unleashed. The jerking motion of the watcher’s arm told us he was playing with himself.

  We were pleasantly surprised when three guys took seats behind us. All of them came directly to our section and looked intently at my Catherine. They were the guys from the diner, minus one. They were all fit and decent-looking enough to merit her attention. The sex on the screen only intensified the setting and Catherine motioned for the men to come around and get near her. They exposed their cocks in no time. Catherine sucked one prick and stroked another. I jerked my own dicklet and another guy just sort of sat there and watched. The first onlooker came and I heard him mewling in satisfaction.

  The guys turned Cat around and one of them entered her, bare and condom-less. She cried out in yearning. “Oh baby, yes, that’s it, give me your fucking dick.” He obliged and fucked my slut wife.

  She sucked off another and he came and the third now appeared for her wet mouth to devour. I was free to cum myself without any backdoor probing and took full advantage. My own orgasm erupted as the men on Catherine switched positions. The newest one sprouted a long thick rod. Cat sat on him and rode his dong up and down. His friend made way to provide Cat with his cock to suck, which she did with gusto. He came all over her face and before long his buddy pulled out and spewed his load on Cat’s ass. She demanded her own, and another guy buried his face in her cunt and licked her until she blasted out in an overwhelming climax. On screen the guy exploded, and this whole adult porn theater had become a scene straight out of a Penthouse story.

  The softball guys slipped away in silence as Catherine slid her panties back into position and adjusted her clothing. She was flushed red and grinning from ear to ear. We left the film and headed home. It was a hell of a night to remember in my crazy cuckold’s life.

  Things took a drastic turn as summer rolled in. Catherine was experiencing itching and burning down below. This led to a checkup in which she was diagnosed with Chlamydia. The woman doctor explained that it was common and most often contracted via an exchange of body fluids during sex. We kept quiet about our lifestyle but eventually Cat told the doctor that we had an open marriage. Catherine was put on antibiotic therapy and our party days were done for a while. We knew we were lucky that she hadn’t caught anything incurable or fatal, and the close call totally freaked us out.

  No activity outside the marriage meant we’d have to create our own. For a while we just channeled our horniness into other aspects of our lives. Catherine worked out at the gym even more and I put more hours into my computer job. The kids took our extra time as well. I kept my cage on, and my hotwife would only let me out periodically throughout the summer. The new rule that I had to be penetrated to have an orgasm ceased and that, at least, was a positive. Cat was good to me, cleaning me and allowing a jerk-off session every so often. I landed a new job for a huge old-school mill and that made us quite a bit of extra cash.

  The kids were all well and summer break gave us all time for family activities. We went camping, white water rafting, and hiking, attended some Red Sox games, and hit the ocean several times throughout the warm summer months. Catherine had a check-up each month to make sure her therapy had worked and everything seemed okay for a while. Little did I know that some painful times would be coming our way.

  The following weekend, we went shopping—Cat’s second-favorite activity. The girls bought new school clothes and Catherine picked up a few things too. She bought a polyester leopard-print skirt, a black V-neck top, strappy black high heels, a few bracelets, and a ring. These items were purchased at just our first stop. At the next place she landed a black skirt, a black corset-type bustier, a red sweater and of course new panties. We hit one more store, where she bought a tight sparkly green tank top, white booty shorts, and a necklace of white seashells. She was happy, the girls were happy, and so was I.

  That evening my sexy little pushing-fifty wife slipped her panties down and played with her cunt. Her huge lips swelled and she teased her engorged clit right there, lying in bed in front of me. “Michael, she whispered. I have a secret.” She rubbed her now excited breasts and had me use my hand to press on her love knob below. I finger-fucked her as she kept on talking. “The checkup went well—I’m all clear now, honey—but something happened …” She moaned, as I had her on the brink of eruption. “The doctor was new, a guy and he was … ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, I’m going to cum, darlin’! Don’t stop, Mike, touch me, rub my breasts, make me happy! His name was … ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh, Damien, and he … ewwwww, oh God I’m coming honey, yessssss, oh yessssss!”

  I thought to myself, Damien? What now?

  Damien Lord was his name. He had covered for Catherine’s regular female doctor on her last visit. A young handsome fellow, or so she said. He had wavy brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a runner’s body. “What actually happened?” I asked.

  Cat was hesitant but explained. “He wanted to do a pelvic exam and I was like, well, he is a doctor, and so I let him examine me.” She kind of waved her hands around, not really wanting to go on.

  I raised an eyebrow. “So, what went on Cat?”

  She took a deep breath and continued, “He checked me and said everything looked good and my last results were clean, Mike.” She paused. Neither of us said anything for a minute.

  “Did he try something or what?”

  Catherine leaned in and told me everything. “He was dumbfounded by my size … you know, my lips. He had my records nearby, which mentioned the fact that we had an open marriage. So … he started, like, playing with me.”

  My wife, for God’s sake, had been fondled at her doctor’s office.

  “So did you tell him to stop?”

  “He is so handsome, Mike, I couldn’t get the words out. I was so wet, so willing to have him touch me. Before I knew it, he was kissing me.”

  I took a deep breath. “Catherine, did he try to fuck you or not?”

  My wife shook her head. “No, he just got me off with his fingers.”

  I sat in silence for some time, pondering the situation. Catherine laughed it off—glad to be given a clean bill of health—and got on with her daily life. The morning after, while in the shower, I did sneak in a masturbation session over the thought of such doctor’s office play. Cat had unlocked me and gone in the other room for a long phone conversation.

  Tuesday afternoon new ground rules came about. The girls were out with friends and Catherine sat me down for a frank discussion. She had really
fallen for Damien. Not since Charles had she been so enamored. Her words hit me right smack-dab in the face. “Michael I am going to begin dating Damien Lord.” My heart sank, and my penis stiffened. She kissed my cheek. “The thing is,” she explained, “there is an aspect to this that you’re not going to like at all. You won’t be coming along.”

  “What exactly are you saying, Cat?” I had to ask.

  “I’m going to see him privately, like on my own. We’re going to be boyfriend and girlfriend. You’re not going to be part of it.”

  “But Catherine,” I began, “We … we … have a way of doing things here. What …’

  She cut me off mid-sentence. “Michael, if you ever want out of your cage, you had better stop talking and listen closely. I promise to tell you what we did and keep you informed. If he allows it, I may eventually let you watch.” She jumped up, kissed my forehead, and left the room. The words echoed in my ears: “Michael I am going to begin dating Damien Lord.

  Time went by and we spoke no more of Dr. Love. The girls were involved in summer activities. Julie worked at the ice cream shop down the road in between sneaking Tristan into our home. Jenny continued her martial arts training and competed at a local tournament. This summer she sort of became my sidekick. We spent time watching movies and going for walks, and she loved the motorized scooter I had bought for her. Her sister basically ignored me—that is, until she wanted something.

  One afternoon out back on a trail that led to a pond, I spied on her and Tristan kissing and fondling each other. Tristan revealed her perfect large tits and sucked her nipples. I really wanted to stop them, but I’d be the one who ended up getting in trouble. I would be labeled the voyeur and pervert. So I kept quiet. Locked in my chastity cage I could not fondle myself so I sort of just peeked as the young couple found glorious love in the woods.

  I got to see my kids some, too. Danny was doing well. He had found a new hobby racing small cars via remote control. I attended a race, and he did awesome. We played some basketball too. Jasmine was of course still dancing, and her newest thing was Facebook. The girl was a fanatic, a social media master!

  One warm summer evening Catherine, soaking in the whirlpool, beckoned me over to her side. “Michael, are you okay?” she asked with a smile.

  “I’m fine, honey,” I replied, leaning in to kiss her cheek and admire her nude, glistening wet body.

  She stood up suddenly and my loins stirred as she quickly dried herself and sprawled out on the floor. She spread her legs, exposing her sex to me. “Would you please prep my pussy?” she asked. “I have a date tonight with Damien. The razor is on the counter with the shaving cream. I want to be fully clean and special tonight.”

  Scratching my head, I grabbed the tools to shave my wife’s pussy.

  Silently I creamed her with the lotion and ran the razor gently about her mound until she was bald. I wanted so badly to touch my cock, yet the device prevented me. It drove me crazy every day not being able to touch myself.

  Catherine stood and thanked me. Then she dressed, slipping on a tight green tank top with no bra. The top part of the shirt sparkled with golden glitter. She then put on a teeny black thong and white booty shorts. I sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for her to complete her ensemble with platform shoes and jewelry.

  “What are the girls doing tonight? I asked.

  Cat pranced about in front of the mirror, messing with her hair and makeup. Looking over her shoulder with a sly grin, she replied, “Both the girls are out with friends and are going to sleep over. You have the evening to yourself.”

  I was surprised yet happy to have a free night. “Can I be unlocked?” I asked, trying not to sound too anxious. “Please, honey?”

  Ignoring my request, Catherine finished getting ready and headed out of the bedroom. The girls were already gone and she grabbed her purse and keys. At the door, she stopped and turned toward me. “When I get back, I will consider releasing you. Be a good husband and keep your cellphone close. I will text you with updates. I love you. Be good! Bye, darlin’.”

  I stood in the kitchen, surprised by this development. She was going to text me with updates! Suddenly Cat poked her head through the door and said, “Michael, I almost forgot … Could you please vacuum the house and do the dishes and the laundry?” A frown came over my face. I wanted to pout.

  “What do I get out of it?” I asked.

  She gave me a stern look. “Listen, Mike, you know you want this and get off on all of it. Stop acting differently. Are you going to fuck me silly and make me happy?”

  She had a point, but we’d tried this “date” thing before. “I guess I can clean up some here.”

  She smiled and thanked me.

  What I missed most was fondling my cock whenever I felt like it. That was the downside of the chastity device. Being special and goddess-like came easy to Cat, but I missed Tiny and our special times together.

  Chapter Twenty

  I did my best to pass the time. Despite her promises, I heard nothing from Catherine. Cleaning was not my thing and I sucked at most of these chores. I watched the minute hand tick forward. The prospect of a reward was all that carried me onward. After everything was finished, I showered. When I came out, I noticed that the clock read eleven thirty-two. Then a text finally came in over my phone.

  “My husband, I am coming home now. I had a good time. You can rest assured I am well taken care of. See you in twenty. Love, Cat.”

  I anxiously awaited her return. Her headlights announced her arrival and I bolted to the front door. She gave me a big smile, and I noticed that her hair and makeup were a mess.

  “Hi, Baby,” she said, tapping me on the shoulder and moving into the kitchen. She slipped immediately out of her green tank and kicked off her white booty shorts. She tossed both in the hamper, which I had not yet returned to the bathroom. Now only in her black panties, she spun about and smiled again. “Did you want something, darlin’?” she asked. “Would you like to clean me up? Follow me upstairs.”

  I obliged, grabbing the hand that reached out to me. I followed her smooth round butt upward. In the bedroom she turned and smiled apologetically. “Sorry there’s no juice for you to lick up, babe, we used a condom.” She pranced back over, kissing me on the lips, then headed for the shower.

  I hovered about in the bathroom. “So, was it good or what?” I asked.

  Soaping her nude form behind the glass, she said, “Yeah, babe, it was very good. He’s big, Mike, sexy, and romantic! We hit it off nicely.”

  “So, will there be a next time?” I asked.

  “Oh yes,” she answered, with no hesitation.

  Stepping out of the shower, Cat asked, “So is there anything to eat? I’m starving. Oh … and Michael, I spoke with Damien about you and the aspect of our open relationship and all.”

  “Go on,” I said.

  “He was like, no anal stuff and he will not touch you, so it’s all going to be good. I did say you would suck his beautiful thick cock and he was open to that.”

  We went downstairs and Cat made herself a sandwich.

  Throughout the next week Cat kept mentioning her new relationship with Damien Lord. She thought he looked like Ryan Reynolds, the star of the film, Green Lantern, which I hadn’t seen. I kept hearing how he worked out and ran races and did this and that. I almost enjoyed her enthusiasm.

  Our first get-together with “Dr. Love” led us to an elegant steakhouse—one of those expense account places—where introductions were made. He seemed nice enough, if a tad cocky. He wore brown slacks, an off-white dress shirt, and a lighter brown striped tie. He was certainly handsome and fit, as advertised. Cat wore a short black skirt and a black corset covered by a red sweater with several buttons undone. She looked lovely. The wine flowed and we chatted up a storm. It seemed as if we were all on the same page.

  The flirting was constant and once supper was over we made our way to a nearby motel. To my surprise and disappointment, I was asked to sit in a chair
around the corner from the bed. Damien tied me to the chair with his silk tie and demanded that I do nothing but listen. Cat whispered that I should do as I was told and hinted at a reward later, which eased my frustration at not being able to watch.

  I knew the couple was embracing, and I heard my wife give a little moan and say, “I’ve been waiting for this all week. I’m so horny and so ready for you.”

  Damien said, “I can see that. Does it turn you on that your husband is in the other room listening?”

  Catherine was quick to say yes and I heard kissing and more moans. This was driving me nuts!

  Catherine was on fire, asking her new lover to take her. “I need you to fuck me so bad, Damien. I want your body; I want to feel you inside me. I crave your big cock, your thickness, your hardness.”

  More kissing followed and I heard clothing torn away. Damien egged her on. “Is this what you want, little lady? My prick, my magnificent cock? Go ahead, suck it, slurp it, make it all wet.”

  “Oh yes!” Catherine cried out. “This is what I want.”

  There was sucking and more sucking.

  “I love to see you on your knees,” Damien blurted out as I supposed my beloved was sucking his tool. I wanted to see it; I needed to see this go down. But I couldn’t get loose.

  I thought I was doomed to do nothing but listen all evening, but it turned out I was wrong. Catherine changed everything with the simple words, “Come, let’s get my husband.”

  They came around the corner, Cat on her knees, guiding Damien by his cock. A cock that stood erect and proud … and huge.

  “Here you are, honey!” said my wife, wearing nothing but a black bra and matching thong. “It’s time to serve your new master.”