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

by J. W. McKenna

  Rick resisted a shudder. “It sounds, uh, fair.”

  “Good. Now, let’s go back out and share with our guests.”

  “Share? You mean, you’re going to tell them?”

  “Of course, Rickie! I so delight in seeing your face when you get embarrassed. But that’s how it is now.” Liz went out, leaving the door open.

  Rick hurried to his bedroom where Liz’s panties had been moved and picked out a nice yellow pair of low-cut briefs. His stockings were a bit ragged so he found a pair of black ones in Liz’s drawer and rolled them on his legs. He knew better than to put on anything else.

  Everyone was waiting for him to come out – apparently, Liz had already informed them of the new arrangement. Bull and Jamal grinned at him and Liz said, “There he is, Mr. Pussy Licker.”

  Rick felt the heat in his face.

  “I think he should start now,” Bull said.

  Liz stared at him. “You want him to do that in front of you?”

  “Sure. I’d like to see how he does.”

  She turned to Rick. “You heard him. This will be No. 1.”

  Rick bit his lip. “Where do you want to do it?”

  “In the easy chair, so my boys can watch.” She plopped down and spread her legs, causing her skirt to rise up, exposing her naked loins.

  He knelt in front of her and began to tongue her. At least she was clean, he thought. He tried to ignore the hooting going on behind him. He concentrated on her pussy, knowing all its folds and secrets by now. Within minutes, he had her gasping. When she crested into an orgasm, she squirted on his face and he felt a sense of pride.

  “Oh my! That was good! Must be because you guys were watching,” Liz said.

  Rick pulled away and said nothing.

  “So, that’s one, huh? You’d better keep track!” Bull hooted.

  Liz got to her feet and found the calendar, the one that tracked his punishments. She put a small mark there. “Okay, it’s official. Only forty-nine left to go!”

  Later, in bed, Rick listened over the baby monitor while Bull and Jamal had their way with Liz. Now that her period had ended, they couldn’t wait to fuck her again. It went on for a good two hours before he turned off the monitor and tried to sleep.

  In the morning, he was called over to give Liz another orgasm, and he knew she’d be full of their seed. But he did it anyway and found he was growing used to the taste. He brought her off while her bulls lounged around, watching, and was sent out to make coffee and start breakfast afterward.

  After a big breakfast – everyone was hungry except for Liz, who apparently had had enough sperm to fill her up – they left Rick to clean up while they went out to the living room to see if there was a NFL game on. Liz normally hated football, but she seemed to like sitting in between her bulls and being fondled.

  Rick came out later, still dressed in his lacy white apron, panties and stockings, and hovered around.

  “God, what are you doing?” Bull asked. “Go away and find something to do.”

  “Hey,” Jamal reminded him. “Maybe it’s time to talk about that thing.”

  Rick’s ears perked up. What thing?

  “Yeah.” Bull muted the TV. “Okay, here’s the deal. I spent about four hundred dollars on your toys. The chastity belt, the baby monitor and some other stuff. So, I was thinking…” He grinned wolfishly. “I’ve got some friends who would love to fuck this hot wife of yours…”

  Rick felt that strange stir of emotions, fear and arousal. Being made to pay for his own torture devices was brilliantly cruel. It reinforced his cuckold status. He glanced over at Liz to see this was news to her too. He couldn’t tell if she was shocked or excited.

  “So I figured I could charge them, say, one hundred bucks each. A real bargain, when you think of it. I get four guys to fuck her and, bam, your toys are covered.”

  “What does Liz think?”

  Bull put his arm around her and pulled her close. “Oh, she does what I tell her to do. You know that.”

  Rick still couldn’t read her expression. “What do you say, Liz?”

  “If that’s what Bull wants…” she said, flashing a nervous smile.

  “Or,” Bull continued. “You could just pay me the four hundred.”

  Rick kept his gaze on Liz while he thought it over. She stared back, and he thought she was asking him with her eyes to just pay the damn money. He thought about how the power had shifted in the house. He was low man on the totem pole and now he was being given a chance to make a decision that would affect Liz.

  “Would they wear condoms?”

  Bull and Jamal hooted with laughter. Liz looked stricken.

  “I dunno, whaddya think, Liz? You want your johns to wear rubbers?”

  She held Rick’s gaze for a long moment before she said, “It’s up to you, Bull. If they’re clean, I’ll trust you. But if they give me something, you know I’ll just pass it on to you.”

  “Got that right!” he said. “Okay, condoms it is.”

  “Hot damn!” Jamal said. “I can’t wait. Maybe we should call in a few more, you know, make some money!”

  “Up to you, Bull,” Liz said quickly, “but if I get fucked too much, I’ll get a bladder infection and I’ll be hands off for a week, maybe more.”

  That cooled their jets. They looked at each other. “Well, damn,” Bull said. “So we’ll just keep it to four, okay?”

  She stared at him. “I hope I’ll be okay, after all the fucking I’ve done this weekend.”

  Bull nodded. “I guess we’d better go, then.”

  Rick’s antenna went up. “Go?” He was hoping Bull and Jamal would go and leave them alone, but he suspected otherwise.

  “Yeah. We can’t very well ask our black brothers to come into this lily white neighborhood, can we? We’d cause a scandal!”

  Yeah, Rick thought, like none of their neighbors had noticed two big black guys hanging around Liz all this time!

  “No, we’ll take her to my place and earn that money.”

  “You okay with this, Liz?”

  She gave him a steady look. “You could always pay the damn money.”

  “You could reduce my time in my cage,” he responded.

  “Ohh! The wimp speaks! Looks like I misjudged you, cucky,” Bull said. To Liz, “Come on, let’s go.”

  She got up and went to take a quick shower while the bulls watched the game for a while. She came out, dressed in a red skirt and white blouse, no underwear, and Rick could see her nipples clearly. She raised her skirt at Bull’s request to show her naked pussy.

  “All right! Don’t wait up for us, cucky.” They gathered up their stuff and were soon gone, leaving Rick to pace and worry, his cock swelling in its cage. If he hadn’t been so stubborn, he would’ve just paid the money. He secretly delighted in thinking about Liz taking on several new black cocks. He just wished he could’ve watched.

  Liz returned about six, worn out and well fucked, as expected. Bull didn’t come in, he just dropped her off like so much baggage. Rick was waiting, fully dressed, although he still had on his panties.

  “How was it?”

  “It was … intense,” she said. “I’ve never been a prostitute before. It was somehow freeing.”

  “How many did you fuck?”

  She smiled. “Just four.”

  He wished he could’ve been there. “So did Bull let you keep some of the money?”

  She smiled. “Yes.” She showed him a few twenties she had tucked into her purse.

  “Did they all wear condoms?”

  “All except for the last guy. He paid extra!” She headed down the hall to shower. Rick followed, hoping to see her well-stretched pussy.

  She didn’t seem to mind having him in the bedroom as long as he didn’t try to touch her. He sat on the bed and watched her strip. His eyes went wide when he saw the tattoo.

  “Hey! What’s that?”

  She stopped and let him look. He moved closer and saw it was the Queen of Spades ta
ttoo on her bare mound. Her pussy was sticky with her juices and cum.

  “Hey! We didn’t talk about that!”

  “It’s not up to you.”

  His mouth opened and closed for a moment and she laughed. “Relax, it’s a temporary tattoo. Bull wanted to see how it looked on me before he had a permanent one done.”

  Rick’s moment of relief faded quickly. “You’re gonna let him mark you like that?”

  “If he wants to, of course. It’s nice, being so completely owned by a big, powerful man. You wouldn’t understand.” She smiled. “Or maybe you would!”

  Rick felt his cock surge in the cage and the spikes did their job. The thought of Liz running around with a black spade tattoo turned him on.

  “So I’ve lost you, haven’t I?”

  She came forward, naked, and cupped her hand along his jawline. “No, Rick, you haven’t lost me. I mean, you can divorce me, if you want. I wouldn’t blame you. You have a tough life ahead of you – watching me go out and knowing I’ll be fucking black men. Or staying home and watching them humiliate you before they take me into my bedroom to fuck me.”

  Rick’s knees felt weak. His mouth watered at the thought of all those black cocks. Fuck, he thought, maybe I am a little gay. Liz saw his expression and she gave his face a gentle pat.

  “If you really want to show me how much you love me, you’ll help me clean up.”

  Rick cock threatened to burst from its cage, spikes or not. He groaned, low in his throat. His knees gave out and he found himself on the rug, her reddened and messy pussy in front of him.

  “That’s a good boy,” she cooed and he leaned in to suck. “Ohh, this will be No. 3, won’t it? Just think,” she continued, as he began to dig his tongue deeper into her, “only forty-seven more to go before you can get off!”

  * * *

  The next two weeks were a blur to Liz. She had never had more satisfying sex in her life. Thankfully, she was largely left alone during the week to recover from intense weekends with Bull and Jamal – and DeWayne, one of her “customers” that she had grown attached to. Maybe it was his nine-inch cock! He was solidly built, just like Bull, with a shiny bald head that reminded her of the head of his dick.

  Plus, she had lost more weight. She was down eleven pounds and attributed it to getting some good solid teeth-rattling fucking by her big black cocks. It was far better than going to the gym! Bull complimented her on her body all the time now.

  She now had blonde hair, thanks to Bull’s most recent request. She had had it professionally done and it looked great. She felt ten years younger and even more slutty than she had before. Rickie had been shocked when he came home to see the change in her but he didn’t object. In fact, he told her it looked good on her.

  Poor Rickie! He doted on her, rubbing her feet when she allowed it, cooking their meals and keeping the house clean and, as always, giving her oral sex at the drop of a hat. She kept meticulous track of her orgasms and he had made it one-third of the way to his goal by Thanksgiving. Being locked up solid for two weeks did wonders for his attitude. He no longer complained about wearing her panties, being caged or sucking Jamal’s or Bull’s cocks. He had even begun pleasuring DeWayne as well.

  Liz knew it was only a matter of time until he accepted her lovers’ cocks up his ass. She already had started to train him, forcing him to wear the medium-sized butt plug whenever he licked her. She no longer needed any of the plugs, so she had passed them off to Rick. He was so eager to please her – and to move one orgasm closer to his goal – that he no longer complained about wearing the plug, even when she made him wear it to work. She figured she’d move him up to the larger plug by the end of next week, in time for her next period. She had big plans for Rickie when she was unable to fuck her boys. She had also forced Rickie to give himself enemas regularly, but didn’t tell him why it was necessary. Let him stew on it, she figured.

  He had seemingly accepted his role now. He didn’t complain when she decided to leave for Bull’s house, although he liked to receive texts and phone calls during their intense sessions.

  It was during those weekends she was at Bull’s that she was tested the most. Without Rickie to monitor them, they went a bit crazy with her and it was overpowering and exhausting to keep up with them. She now had three horny, strong, big cocks to satisfy and by Sunday night, she was always a mess. They enjoyed spanking her and pinching her nipples, talking dirty to her and threatening to bring over the neighbors for a party. This last weekend, they tied her up, leaving her helpless, every hole exposed for their cocks. She always tried very hard to please them and it made her feel slutty and nasty.

  When she came home after a weekend like that, Rickie was always there to soothe her abused body and gently lick her pussy, sucking out the copious amounts of seed her men had deposited. She was so grateful, she would mark an orgasm off his list even if she was too sore to come.

  She had her bulls over for Thanksgiving and Rickie cooked. It was surprisingly tame because everyone was full of turkey and the men wanted to watch the football game. Well, not Rickie, of course. He was kept in the kitchen in his apron, stockings and panties to clean up. They all fucked her, of course, but it was nothing like the wild weekend they had had just a week ago!

  She had another surprise for him the following Wednesday and used the fifty she had earned from DeWayne during her prostitution weekend – she no longer charged him, of course – to buy a nice strap-on. She had read online that a caged man needs to empty his seed regularly to keep him healthy and the best way was to fuck him up the ass. It sounded perfect to her! Plus, it had the added bonus of getting Rickie’s mind ready for the real thing.

  “Oh, honey,” she cooed as soon as he came home from work. He perked up right away because she never called him honey unless she wanted something. He came running over, his face eager. “You wearing your plug?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  She smiled. She so enjoyed it when he called her “Mistress.” It gave her such a thrill. It had taken him a while to get used to it, but he came around during his most recent punishment session. She had given him twenty spanks with the paddle for whining about his cage and when he had broken down sobbing, she had said, “I haven’t heard you call me Mistress very often. I think I’m going to have to add more just for that.”

  He had begged, of course, and promised to do better. She had given him ten more hard spanks and he quickly capitulated. She suspected he liked to be forced to be subservient.

  “Good. Let me see,” she said, waving her fingers at him.

  He turned around and pulled his pants and panties down to show her his plug.

  “Ohh, that’s getting kinda small, isn’t it?”

  “Do you think I’m ready for the biggest one yet?” He sounded doubtful.

  “I don’t know. Why don’t you take it out and clean it off and come back, wearing only your panties. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

  He didn’t hesitate. He ran off and she waited on the couch, her strap-on in her purse beside her. He came back and she asked, “Are you all cleaned out?”

  “Yes, Mistress, I gave myself an enema this morning.”

  “Good. Come here and move the coffee table out of the way. Good. Now get down on all fours. No, facing away from me.” She watched as he obeyed, his body displaying his nervousness. “I’ve got a surprise, dear.” She pulled out the dildo and he turned back to stare at it. His mouth came open as he watched her strap it on.

  “You’re gonna use that on me?”

  “I sure am. Look, it’s not very big – just a little bigger than your butt plug. It might feel really good.”

  “Um, if you say so, Mistress.”

  “If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you out of your cage long enough to shower and shave. But don’t think I’m going to let you come!”

  “Okay, Mistress.” He put his head down and waited for the assault on his ass.

  Liz took a bottle of lube out of her purse and coated the d
ildo generously. She leaned forward and pulled down his panties to see his asshole gaping at her. She smiled. “Looks like you’re nicely stretched out. This should fit perfectly.” She used some of the lube to coat his ass and straddled him. When the tip touched him, he moaned.

  She slapped his bottom. “Don’t be a baby – I do this all the time!” Liz pressed more of the dildo into him and was amazed at the power it gave her. She was fucking her husband! She only wished she could feel it going in. Rickie groaned again but this time, it sounded like a groan of pleasure.

  “You like that, do you?”

  “It … it feels weird, Mistress.”

  * * *

  Rick couldn’t believe he was allowing Liz to fuck him up the ass. It caused a mixture of emotions in him: fear, embarrassment and arousal. His cock strained against his cage to the point that it hurt.

  “My … cock,” he moaned. “It wants out.”

  “I’m sure it does, honey,” she cooed. “But I don’t want that nasty little thing out yet.”

  He suffered her assault, not sure if he was ready for this. He wasn’t a fool, he knew what she was doing. She had dropped enough hints about her next period for him to get the picture. She wanted him completely humiliated by her bulls. He could only hope they weren’t gay enough to want to fuck him. It was one thing to tell a man who is sucking your cock that “it’s about power, not about being gay” and quite another to fuck a man up the ass and try to say that. To Rick, once Bull’s or Jamal’s cock forced its way into his tender ass, they would be gay.

  And so would he.

  Yet Liz was right to want it. He could see her point of view. It would represent total capitulation of his masculinity. He would be a complete cuckold, something he had professed to want, back a few months ago. All those nights when Liz was asleep and he had snuck off to masturbate to pictures and videos he had seen online had led him to this.

  She thrust in hard and he groaned. He could feel his seed leaking out of his penis, dribbling on the rug. He knew he’d have to clean that up.