Be Careful What You Wish For: A Cuckold's Story (5 page)

She felt an orgasm stir within her and it shocked her that she could be turned on by a stranger
so easily
. She glanced over to see Rick still watching raptly, a slight grin on his face. He didn’t seem to be jealous at all, so she let her mind go and just enjoy
ed
herself.

Her orgasm swelled and burst within her and she cried out, her body shaking. She pushed him away, needing to stop for a moment. He got up and began removing his clothes.
Her eyes never left his huge cock that stuck out from his body.

He crawled up between her legs and she had the foresight to cry out, “Condom!” He nodded.

“You got one?”

Ric
k and Liz looked at each other in shock.
“
Shit
,
she’s on the pill,
” Rick said. “I forgot
to buy some
.”

Liz thought it would end right here and she had mixed emotions about it.
While she didn’t want a strange cock inside her bareback, she really wanted to experience
it
.

“That’s all right, I
think I got one,” Darrell said and she breathed a sigh of relief.

He found his pants and yanked his wallet free. He rummaged around and pulled out a condom still in its
wrinkled
wrapper. He held it up triumphantly and everyone laughed. Liz watched with great interest as he unrolled it over his huge cock.
It barely fit.
She glanced over at Rick and tipped her head as if to say,
Are you sure this is what you want?
His
rapt
expression told him everything.

She expected him to just stick it in like Rick did but he still wasn’t through arousing her.
He kissed her lips, her neck and her breasts until she was squirming under him.
The man knew foreplay! He was so different from Rick.
He was in control
and he knew what a woman needed
.
She liked it – a lot.

Suddenly, she felt his cock at the entrance to her pussy and was am
azed at how wet she was. She was not used to his size and could feel her pussy being stretched out. It made her mouth come open and she wondered if she could handle it. Her pussy gushed, trying to lubricate his passage.
He was magnificent.

“Oh!” she said and Darrell paused.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” she gasped. “Try again.”

He pulled out an inch and slid it back in.
Her mouth opened
wider into
a silent scr
eam
– she had never felt anything like this before. Never. And then he began to move inside her.

“Oh!” Her pussy throbbed with need. “Oh!” Her legs began to shake. “Oh!” An orgasm swelled, growing bigger and bigger until she thought she might die on this man’s cock. “Oh my god!
Oh, Darrell! Oh! Yes!
Fuck me! Oh, fuck me!” she screamed and began to come – and come – and come.

Still he didn’t stop. Her orgasms just rolled over her, one after the other
and her body seemed to be alive with electricity
. Her body jerked on his cock and she wanted t
o feel his seed erupt into her, just like her
black buck
did so many times in her imagination. The risk of getting pregnant by her black lover only made the fantasy more powerful. Darrell
picked up his speed and she tried to hang on.

Suddenly, Darrell bellowed on top of her and she could feel his cock throbbing deep inside her.
She
wished they didn’t have the damn condom stopping the flow of his seed – the idea of him splashing gouts of his semen inside of her gave her a final orgasm and she shuddered and gripped him close.

They rested for a few minutes before he pulled out and lay next to her on the bed. “Oh my god, that was good,” he said and she was pleased.

I guess I’m not too fat after all!

“That was so hot,” Rick said and Liz felt a brief wave of disappointment that he was still
t
here. She just wanted to cuddle with her amazing new lover and not listen to her husband. Apparently, Darrell felt the same because he didn’t have anything to say, either.
She wanted to do something to thank him for that amazing sex, so she reached down, pulled off his condom and went down on his soft cock.

“Be careful, babe, I don’t have another
one
.”

She pulled away. “That’s okay,” she said. “I’m just thanking you.”
She turned to her husband, “Here, take this.” Rick leapt forward to take the used condom with two fingers, his face a mask of distaste.
He headed for the bathroom.

Darrell
laughed and allowed her to suckle his cock
. It tasted of latex and Liz wished she could taste herself on it. Her body gave another shiver.
The cock began to stir and she was torn. She knew if she got him excited, he’d want to fuck her again. Or
make
her finish her
blow job. Rick rarely asked for them and she didn’t think she was very good at it. Reluctantly, she eased off before he got too hard.

She lay back and smiled at Rick
, who had returned from the bathroom
. “Well, was it everything you wanted?”

“Oh yeah! It was
grea
t!” He unzipped his pants and jumped between her legs. Darrell laughed and rolled off the bed and grabbed his clothes. Liz was torn between watching Darrell
dress
and paying attention to her husband. She looked down between her legs to see Rick’s hard cock that looked like a miniature version of Darrell’s and she had to stifle a laugh. He thrust it into her and she found it pleasant, but not overpowering like Darrell’s had been. Still, she p
retended to enjoy his thrusting
and cried out in a fake orgasm when she felt him erupt inside her. He fell away and gasped.

“Wow! That was great!”

“I’ll leave you two lovers alone now,” Darrell said. Liz glanced over. He was fully dressed. She felt a pang of disappointment roll through her.

“Really? You can’t stay for another drink?”

He laughed. “If I do, you know what would happen. I’d better go.” And he left before she could protest.

“It’s probably for the best,” Rick said. “
We need to talk this over, see how you feel.”

It was the last thing she wanted to do. “I feel fine. How do you feel?”

“I thought it was hot! And I could tell you liked it too.”

“Yeah, he was … different.” She tried to downplay the whole black slave, white plantation owner’s daughter thing she had been thinking about.

Chapter Three

Rick called Darrell from work on Monday afternoon and caught the man at home
after his shift
. “Hey, it’s Rick. I just wanted to say how much
we
enjoyed your visit.”

“That’s good.
Your wife
is one
hot
mamma
.
You
guys
still okay with everything
?”

“
Yeah
, I think so.
For me, it
was really a turn-on, seeing you guys.
For Liz, I dunno, she seemed more reserved about it.
” He paused. “Maybe we could do it again sometime.”

“Anytime. But it would be best if
it was your wife’s idea
.
I
want t
o make sure she enjoyed herself, you know, and not doing it because you liked to watch.
”

“Oh,
I know she did
. But you’re probably right. I’ll
talk to her
.”

“Fine by me.”

Rick hung up and thought about how he wanted to handle the next session. For one, he’d want to videotape it. He knew Liz would object, so he’d have to hide it. He wasn’t planning on doing anything with the tape, he just wanted to have it for his personal viewing. Just remembering the session wasn’t enough. He wanted to see it – and beat off to it. He knew he wasn’t as good a lover as Darrell was and perhaps he could learn something from studying his technique. Couldn’t hurt.

He drove to a spy shop he had seen in
Atlanta
, but had never go
ne
in before. He told the clerk he suspected his wife of having an affair and wanted something to record activity in the bedroom. The clerk knew just what he wanted – a small, battery
powered
video recorder that had a
sensor that turned it on when it detected movement. The tiny lens was separated from the body by a cord, so it could be easily hidden on a shelf. It cost $
3
00, but Rick didn’t care. He wanted to have it all set up in time for the next session.

Now he just had to talk Liz into it.

At home that evening, he left the package in his car and went in to see how Liz was feeling. He was curious if she felt guilt
y
about fucking another man, despite his eagerness to make it happen.

“Hi, how are you doing?” he asked solicitously.

“Fine. I got a lot done – cleaned the upstairs bath, did some laundry…”

“No, I don’t mean about that. I mean … you know.”

She looked up. “Are you still on about that? I said I was fine on
Saturday
and again on S
unday
and today I’m still fine.”

“Okay. That’s good. I’m just checking.”

“Well, stop checking. You’re making me crazy.”

* * *

Liz couldn’t believe Rick was bringing it up
again
. She didn’t want to talk about it. She wanted to leave it alone. She would not be displeased if she never saw Darrell again. Because, if she dwelled on it, she feared she would desire her black lover over her husband. That would never do. She had tasted the forbidden fruit and found it delicious, now best stay away from the damn tree.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I won’t mention it again…” He paused. “Well, I mean, unless
you’d want it to happen
again.”

She
stared at him, her body tingling all over. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not? Didn’t you enjoy yourself?”

“Yeah, but it’s just weird. I’m not the swinging type. I did it more for you than me, you know.” That at least was true, but the resulting orgasms were all hers, baby.

Rick tipped his head. “Yeah, I guess.” He seemed disappointed. “So you don’t ever want to do it again?”

She hesitated before she responded. She wanted Rick to insist. Then she’d have to go along, wouldn’t she? “I don’t know. Sounds like you’re all for it.”

“I just thought it was
a real turn-on
, watching you. And I could tell you liked it too.”

She shrugged. “Sure. It was my fantasy and all. But now I’ve lived it, I’m not sure I need to do it again.”

“Oh. That’s too bad.” He seemed so down-hearted, she felt she might’ve gone too far.

“Why did you like it so much? Aren’t you jealous?”

“Surprisingly, no. I mean, watching you come so many times…” He trailed off.

She knew he was thinking he could never give her orgasms like that.
“Don’t you think it’s a bit weird, what we did?”

“Not really. I mean, we both liked it. We have a nice guy willing to make our fantasies come true…”

“Well, let me think about it. Right now, it just doesn’t feel right.”

He brightened. “Okay! Sure, take your time. I’ll let Darrell know how you feel.”

“Do you have to? Can’t you just let sleeping dogs lie?”
Or sleeping cocks
, she thought.

She couldn’t help but think about it. The whole thing. Darrell, his cock, her husband watching. God, it gave her goosebumps at the oddest times.
Like when she was naked in the shower, feeling her hands on her body and suddenly imagining they were Darrell’s. It made her weak in the knees.
She dared not
encourage
another session. She was afraid of what might happen. She could get lost
in Darrell’s arms
and their marriage
could
be affected. No, it
was
better just to move on.

A week went by. Rick had stopped talking about it, but his face told her he was still thinking about it. The way he looked at her, as if the question was on his lips but he dared not speak it. She was glad. Leave it alone!

The doorbell
rang
at
three-
fifty
the following
Monday afternoon. Liz opened it, expecting a FedEx guy or a kid selling candy for the school band. She was shocked to see Darrell standing on her porch.
He was dressed casually in a polo shirt and jeans and he looked good enough to eat.

“Uh…” Her voice failed her.
Her mouth opened and closed. Her pussy immediately become wet and it embarrassed her.

“Hi,” Darrell said and pulled open the screen door. Liz wanted to stop him, tell him that Rick wasn’t home, but she still couldn’t speak.
Memories of their last encounter came flooding back, making her knees weak
all over again
.
He came in and
with one hand, grabbed her by the hair at the base of her neck
and gave it a slight
backward
tug
.
It had the instant effect of making her pliable and
more
aroused, despite her misgivings.
She could smell his freshly washed scent and her mind went back to their previous encounter and her pussy grew wet.
He steered her around to the wall by the door. He shut the door with o
ne hand, the other still firmly gripping her hair. He brought his free hand up and wrapped it around her neck
, gently constricting her air flow and releasing, causing her to breathe with his rhythm.
She wasn’t afraid – she trusted him. He was just showing her who was boss.

His hand
untangled from her hair and
reached under her skirt and gripped her bottom. She gasped and tried to push it away. His
other
hand closed on her throat for a moment. She froze and did not stop him from
ripping
her panties from her body
with a suddenness that made her moan
.

“I don’t like panties,” he growled.

He unzipped himself and used his feet to pry her legs apart.
He pulled up her
skirt
.
She felt the tip of his cock touch her pussy and she swoone
d. The hand on her neck relaxed, allowing her a full breath
. This was the time to stop it, tell him to go, but she said nothing. The bulbous head of his cock rubbing on her wetness was focusing all her attention. She wanted it. He watched her eyes and she was ashamed that he could read her so easily. This wasn’t a rape. Not
by a long shot
. She was acquiescing to this. The only difference was that Rick wasn’t around to watch. She knew he would be upset that he couldn’t see this. Wouldn’t he?

“Please,” she gasped.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he said quietly. “Rick should be here. And he will be. But a week has gone by and I haven’t been told it was time for another session. You think we were just going to fuck once and be done with it?”

His cock pressed in an inch and
she could feel the size of it.
Oh god
.
Liz tried to stand up on tiptoes to avoid it, her last shred of
willpower being tested.
Her mind
shout
ed:
He’s not wearing a condom!
She wanted him to force her so she could say it wasn’t her fault. It was a lie and they both knew it. She liked being forced. He was too powerful
and s
he was helpless in his arms.

“I know you’re on the pill,” he growled.

Darrell pressed her against the wall and eased his cock into her another inch. It was torture.
Just fuck me already
!
, her mind screamed.
The hell with the condom. She wanted to feel his seed splash inside her.

“Now, I expect you to tell Rick that you want to see me again. We’ll do this in front of him, just like he wants. But you need to tell him. He’s waiting on you. I’m waiting on you. You can drop your innocent pretenses.” His cock moved back and forth, one inch, causing spots to form in front of her eyes. “You want this cock again. And again.”

He pulled out suddenly and she
gr
oaned at the loss. Her body quivered and she told him with her eyes that he could
have
her.
Please.
She
reached down to feel
his hard cock and it made her even wetter, which shamed her all over again.

He laughed. “I want to hear you say it.”

“What?” she asked and he released her and stepped back. Her knees were weak and she thought she might have fallen down if not for the wall behind her.

“Don’t play coy or I’ll go right now.”

Her mouth opened and she wanted to tell him, yes, go. This isn’t right. Instead, she said, “Please.”

He shook his head. “Please, what?”

Her throbbing pussy forced her to say it. “Please … I want you.”

He shook his big head. “Say it the right way.”

“I …
I
want your
big black cock
inside me.”

He stepped forward and
grabbed her left thigh and pulled it to his hip
, forcing her skirt up
. He
thrust his cock hard into her, lifting her off her
remaining foot
and sending sparks shooting into her brain. She wrapped her arms around his torso and hung on.
He crushed her against him
, forcing his cock all the way inside. He began fucking her all the way in and out and Liz thought she might faint. The sex was more powerful than the first time, if that was possible.

She came and came again. He sped up and she
climaxed
a third time. A tiny voice
reminded
her
he wasn’t wearing
a condom
but it was drowned out by another orgasm. “Oh my god!” she cried and his cock
pounded
into he
r
. She knew he was close. She hung on
as another orgasm built
and when he erupted inside her, it triggered
a final
climax and she screamed and shook in his grip. She could feel his cock spurting inside her, violating her wedding vows and
turn
ing her into a slutty wife. And she didn’t care.

Darrell pulled out and
let her leg drop to the rug. H
is copious seed ran down both her thighs. She was suddenly embarrassed. They were both still dressed. It had been a tawdry and wild fuck up against the wall, something Rick had never done to her. It had left her breathless.

“Clean my cock,” he ordered and she found herself on her knees before she could process it. His cock was soft and glistened with her wetness. Liz could feel the blush spread from her chest up into her face as she opened her mouth to clean him.
At last, she would get to taste herself on him.
She was stunned when it began to grow again. It filled her mouth and made her horny all over again.