Be Careful What You Wish For: A Cuckold's Story

by J. W. McKenna

  “Now, wipe your eyes and climb up on the bed and give me a nice long orgasm, okay?”

  He nodded and didn’t argue at all! She noted how compliant he had suddenly become and thought he was learning his lessons well. He just needed to be steered in the right direction. She lay back, her head propped up on pillows, and watched him dive in eagerly.

  He did make one mistake when he grabbed her thighs to pull his face into her pussy. She really didn’t want him to stop but she knew she had to reinforce Bull’s edict. “Hands off!” she barked and he immediately obeyed.

  He gave her her fourth orgasm of the day and it took a good half-hour. It was a strong one because she was now in charge. Afterward, she told him he was a good boy and he should go to bed – in his room.

  “But… I thought I’d sleep with you when Bull wasn’t here.”

  She had laughed at him. “You think I want your wimpy dick next to me? Or have you try to cuddle with me in the night? No. Go to your room. I’d rather masturbate and think about Bull than have you in my bed.”

  Rickie had shuffled off to sleep alone. Liz had a very nice rest alone in her bed.

  Chapter Eight

  Tuesday was a repeat of Monday, except this time, there was no spanking. Rick gave Liz an orgasm in the morning without complaint and again in the evening before going in to make dinner. She had a recipe all laid out for him and he did a credible job. Liz stayed in the living room, drinking wine and talking to Bull on the phone. Rick could hear her half of the conversation while he worked.

  “Oh, I know, honey, it’s marvelous.”

  “Yes, he’s being very good tonight. I would expect so, after last night!”

  “I can’t wait to see you. My pussy weeps for your big cock every night. Oh, no, Rickie sleeps in his room.”

  “I’m not sure. I think it won’t be until the end of November. I’ll have to mark it on the calendar. I just know it’s two weeks longer.”

  Rick knew she was talking about his cock being locked up. He felt anxious and wanted to keep her happy so he could be released. Again, he knew he could cut the lock off, but then what? Bull would find out and he’d be in more trouble. No, it was easier just to go along.

  After dinner, he put the dishes in the dishwasher and waited to hear what Liz’s orders might be. It was becoming easier to listen to her needs and do his best to fill them. As expected, she wanted yet another session of oral sex and Rick found it no longer distasteful. At least it was better when he was tasting only Liz’s juices! While she lay on the bed and he moved in between her legs – careful not to touch her except with his tongue – she got on the phone with Bull and they had phone sex while he provided the stimulation. It made his cock strain against his cage and he wished they would stop. She kept it up until she climaxed, and Rick felt like he had been used as some sort of cheap substitute for Bull’s cock.

  * * *

  “Oh my god, that was good, honey,” she said after he finished. He looked up, pleased to hear the term of endearment. “Oh no, I was talking to Bull.” His face fell. To Bull, she said, “Well, I’d better go. But thanks for a wonderful time.”

  Rickie looked crestfallen and she felt he needed a little bucking up. “Go get the calendar from my desk,” she said and he jumped to obey. Before dinner, she had spent a few minutes figuring out how long Rickie would have to be caged. They had started it just this past weekend, the thirteen of October. Although Bull had thought three months would be right, Liz had thought one month would be less cruel. Bull left it up to her. But with the two-week extension she had given him, minus the three days Bull had given him, he wouldn’t be out until the last week of November.

  She showed him the date and his face fell. “Now, don’t worry. You’ve been so good today, I’m going to remove another day off your punishment.”

  His face showed a half-hearted effort to be grateful. “Uh, thanks.”

  “Just remember, if you behave, you get rewards and if you are disobedient, you get punishments, including more time locked up.”

  He nodded. “Okay.”

  “Oh, you’ve been so good lately, I think you’ve deserved to fuck me.”

  His face lit up. “Great!” Then he looked down at his cock in its cage. “Uh…”

  “Oh, that’s right – Bull has the key. Well, maybe you could rub it on me.”

  Rickie seemed eager to try it. He pressed his caged cock up against her and she found it oddly erotic and she knew it would be highly frustrating to him. He rubbed and Liz cooed, encouraging him to keep trying until she could tell he was exhausted.

  “I’ve had enough of your miserable humping, Rickie. Now, kiss my feet.”

  He obeyed at once and she smiled. She had never had a foot fetish, but she had read online that many cuckolds come to like it. It seemed they were right.

  “Okay, that’s enough,” she said after several minutes. “It’s time for bed. I want you up early to make me coffee and give me an orgasm while I’m still in bed.”

  He slunk away to his bedroom, leaving Liz feeling very pleased with herself.

  * * *

  Wednesday morning, Rick got a call about ten o’clock at his desk. “Rick Smith,” he barked in his usual business voice.

  “Hey, Rickie, this is Bull.”

  He froze. “Uhh, what’s up, um, Darrell?”

  “I’m over here at the site on Moreland Avenue.”’

  “Yeah?” He knew – he had assigned him and his crew there.

  “I need you to come over and cover for me, starting at eleven. I’m going to go over to your house and fuck your wife.”

  Rick couldn’t breathe. He tried to respond but no sound came out.

  “Rickie, are you there?”

  “Uh…”

  “You just need to supervise, unless they need you to pitch in. I’ll be back on the job at twelve-thirty, right after lunch.”

  Rick finally found his voice. “You can’t… I mean… You have to be there – you’re the supervisor!”

  “I know. I just need you to cover for me for an hour. If you do, I’ll send you some nice texts and pics, okay?”

  Rick had been ready to refuse him, to tell him to go to hell, but the idea of pics and texts changed everything. “Really?”

  “Sure. Maybe I’ll have Liz give you a call too.”

  “Um… okay.”

  “Great! Talk to you later.” He hung up.

  Rick held the phone in his hand, his dick throbbing in his pants and his brain cursing his stupidity. It was one thing to watch Bull and Liz together, it was quite another to cover for him so he could go fuck her!

  His dick seemed to say, How is that different that Bull fucking her in the master bedroom while you are relegated to the guest room?

  Well, for one, I’m at least in the same house! And they let me listen.

  Come on! You’re going to get texts … and pics… and maybe Liz will call you while she’s…

  “Stop it!” he said aloud to shut up the conflicting voices. The secretary looked up from her desk and eyed him warily.

  He hung up the phone and tried to figure out how to cover for Bull without causing a problem in the office. What would Mr. Thomas say? He decided to pretend Bull had a doctor’s appointment.

  He waited until ten-forty before walking into his boss’s office and saying, “Hey, I’ve got to go out and cover for a crew – one of the guys has a doctor’s appointment.”

  Thomas waved his hand in agreement and Rick left. It had been too easy.

  He arrived at the site at five till eleven and spotted Bull waiting. “Hey, thanks, man.” Without another word, he jumped into his truck and left. Rick stood there, feeling like a fool.

  “Hey! Mr. Smith!” He turned to see Rupert, one of the workers.

  “Yeah?”

  “We don’t have a clipper today. Can you help us?”

  A clipper was the guy who held the tool that clipped the wire fencing to the pole when the other men pushed the fence from the other sid
e. It wasn’t as hard a job as manhandling the fence, but it wouldn’t be a cakewalk either. In his tan pants and blue dress shirt, he was hardly dressed for it! There was nothing to be done, so he helped the crew erect the fence, sweat soon soaking his shirt.

  His phone buzzed about twenty minutes later and he stopped and fished it out.

  “Hey!” Jaquise, one of the other workers, said, “don’t quit on us now!”

  “Just a sec!” He looked at the screen. There was a picture of Liz’s pussy, close-up, being stretched by Bull’s large cock. The caption read: Thanks, man – and Liz thanks you too!

  He put the phone away and got back to work.

  * * *

  Liz was enjoying her new-found power over Rickie. It had been deliciously naughty to make him cover for Bull during lunch and sending him photos of their fucking! They had sent in three photos in all, one showing her getting fucked, one showing his seed all over her white breasts and a third of Bull’s hard cock poised at Liz’s asshole. The caption on the last one read: Up next!

  She knew that would get to Rickie – she had never expressed interest in anal sex before. They hadn’t actually done anything – she was too afraid of being hurt. Bull had assured her it wouldn’t and told her to call Rickie and ask him to pick up some butt plugs on the way home. That had been a thrill.

  She waited until Bull had entered her for the last time and dialed Rickie’s number. It was shortly after noon and Bull had to get back to work by twelve-thirty. Bull was grunting on top of her, trying to give her one more load of his black seed.

  “Hi, Rickie,” she said.

  “Oh, hi. Everything okay?”

  “Oh, yeah. Bull is fucking me one more time as I speak. Ohh, yeah, baby, fuck me good. Did you enjoy our texts?”

  “Uh, yeah, I guess.” He sounded glum.

  “I need you to do me a favor. My asshole needs to be stretched out for Bull. So would you stop at a sex shop on the way home and pick up a set of butt plugs? You know the type – small, medium and large.”

  There was no sound on the phone.

  “Rickie?”

  “I can’t do that!”

  “You can do it or you can take twenty spanks and another week in your cage! Your choice.” Bull sped up and she had trouble talking. “Oh! Oh my god! He’s going to come! Again!”

  Rickie hung up on her. She put the phone down and let the orgasm wash over her. She hugged Bull and told him she loved him. It was the first time she had used the words.

  “Really? That’s nice. I’m glad.” He paused. “So, do you think he’ll do it?”

  “I don’t know. But I’ll spank his pale white ass if he doesn’t!”

  “That’s the spirit.”

  When Rickie came home, she was waiting on the couch, her legs spread, her skirt pulled up out of the way. He had a package in his hand and she was pleased. “Well?”

  He handed her the package and she opened it up. “Get busy,” she said as she examined the plugs he had bought her. Rickie dropped down to his knees and began to lick her. She hadn’t showered, so there was still quite a bit of Bull inside her. While he made love to her pussy, she pulled out each plug and imagined it in her ass. The first wouldn’t be much of a problem. The second might be a stretch – hah! – but the third one was huge! Then again, it was about the same size as Bull’s cock, so she’d have to get used to it.

  “You did good, Rickie,” she said and put down the plugs to concentrate on her orgasm. She was almost too sore to enjoy it but she had so wanted Rickie to taste Bull again. He needed constant reinforcement.

  She made him put in the first of the three butt plugs that evening, barking out directions and making him go slow. She knew it humiliated Rickie to prepare her asshole for her lover. The plug fit in rather easily and Liz thought she might be ready to move up in size in a few days.

  By week’s end, Rickie seemed to have settled down into his new role. He gave her oral sex in the morning and evening, cooked dinner and did any chores she set out for him while she lolled on the couch. Sometimes, she’d call Bull and chat with him while Rickie worked nearby. On Thursday night, she had allowed him to shower with her, but only so he could shave her pussy. They both knew who it was for.

  Afterward, she surprised him by telling him to stay and stepping out of the shower for a moment. She came right back with the key to his cage!

  “I thought Bull had that!”

  “He did, but he gave it to me a few days ago. I think it’s important to keep you clean and shaved.” She unlocked him and quickly shaved off the stubble. His cock was instantly hard. He begged her to let her come but she refused and when he tried to take matters into her own hands, she slapped his cock and he stopped pleading. They got out and he allowed her to dry him off and locked him back up without any further protests.

  Liz discovered another new aspect of taking on a new lover: She had begun to lose weight! In the ten days since she had first fucked Bull, she had already lost five pounds. It was probably water weight, but she’d take it. She wondered if Bull would notice.

  She had Rickie insert a butt plug every night before she went to bed and had moved up to the medium one by Thursday. It took a bit to get it in and she felt very full afterward. She always made him clean them every morning before he left for work. He had to get up early to finish all his new chores.

  She had another surprise for Rickie Friday night. When he came home, she informed him not to bother worshiping her pussy, “I’m going out.” She was dressed in a knee-length black pleated skirt and a red blouse. No underwear, of course. Her pussy was already wet. She had a small overnight bag at her feet.

  “What?”

  “Yes, Bull invited me over to his place. Don’t wait up. I don’t expect to be home until Sunday. I’ve put a list of chores for you on the table.”

  “You can’t do that! That wasn’t our deal!”

  “Our deal? We had no deal. You asked me to fuck another man and I did. And once I did, I found out what I’ve been missing all these years! You did this to yourself, Rickie.” She smiled. “Besides, I think you kinda like being the sissy boy. You’re still wearing my panties, aren’t you?”

  His head dropped down in defeat. “What if something happens to you?”

  “You think Bull won’t take good care of me? He’s very protective.”

  “You don’t know what you’re getting into. What am I supposed to do while you’re gone? Maybe I’ll go out and meet someone!”

  “You’re not allowed. Anyway, good luck explaining your chastity cage. And if you’re thinking of cutting off the lock, you know what will happen if you do.”

  With that, she left him standing there, his mouth half-open. She got into her car and followed Bull’s directions to his place. He lived in one of the black neighborhoods, and Liz felt her excitement increase. All those big black cocks, she thought. She pulled in behind Bull’s truck and got out. Immediately, a black man sitting on the porch of the house next door whistled at her. She smiled and waved.

  “Damn!” he said. “Darrell gets all the white pussy!”

  Liz wondered if he had conquered other white housewives. She could imagine that he would have. It made her a little jealous.

  She rang the bell and a black man she didn’t know answered the door. He looked a lot like Bull, however, except younger, a bit taller, and with more hair.

  “Hi!” he said brightly. “I’m Jamal, Darrell’s brother.”

  “Oh, hi!” She shook his hand and stepped into the living room. It was a modest house with a hardwood floor and lot of black leather furniture around. Typical bachelor pad.

  “Darrell will be right out. He asked me to take your things.”

  “Oh, sure.” She handed over her overnight bag and her purse. Briefly, she wondered if Jamal might steal her money and immediately thought how racist that sounded. It was a holdover from her upbringing, she realized.

  “No,” he said. “I mean, all your things.”

  She stared at hi
m. “You mean…?”

  “Yes. He wants you naked.”

  It was a little scary to be naked in front of this man she had just met. She told herself he was Bull’s brother, so it should be all right. Jamal watched her, saying nothing else, until she decided that if that’s what Bull wanted…

  She unbuttoned her blouse and felt a flush of embarrassment creep up from her chest into her face. His eyes were on her generous breasts and he whistled when she shrugged the garment from her shoulders and draped it over a nearby chair.

  “No bra – Darrell will be pleased,” he said.

  “This is making me nervous,” she confessed.

  “Not to worry. We’ll take good care of you.”

  She wondered what exactly he meant by that as her fingers went to her skirt and she missed the button at first because her hands were shaking. She managed it and let the skirt slip to the floor, leaving her naked. Liz bent down and grabbed it and handed it and the blouse to Jamal. He whistled at her naked body and it made her feel more slender and desirable. She vowed to lose some weight so she would be worthy of Bull.

  “Shoes too.”

  She slipped them off and handed them over. Jamal took them and the rest of her stuff and disappeared into the back hallway. Liz stood there, naked and shivering but not from the cold, for several minutes, waiting for someone to return.

  Jamal came back and smiled at her. “Darrell will be right out. Can I get you anything? A beer? Wine?”

  “If you have some white wine, I’ll take that.”

  “Sure.” He went into the kitchen and returned a few moments later with a juice glass full of wine. “Sorry we don’t have any wine glasses.”

  “Maybe that will be on Bull’s – I mean Darrell’s – Christmas list.”

  “Oh, don’t worry, he told me his nickname already. I laughed at him, of course.”

  “I’ll bet.” She took the glass and had a healthy swig. It was weird, standing there naked and it made her stomach flutter. “So,” she said, just to fill the void, “are you his younger brother or older?”

  “Younger. By three years. But we’re real close. We shared everything, growing up.”