Cuckold: Three Stories of Cuckoldry and Hot Wives (Cuckold Humiliation Hotwife Size Queen Cheating Erotic Romance Bundle) (2 page)

“It was primal, honey, I wanted him so badly;
needed
him. I took his belt off and pulled his zipper down - oh, go ahead baby, just take it it out.”
 

I’m pulling my very hard, very average sized cock out through my fly as I listen with rapt attention and a hot feeling in my stomach. I groan, thinking of my wife groping this other, bigger, stronger, huge-dicked man in the parking lot while I cooked her dinner at home!

“I had to have him,
had
to have that cock! So I got on my knees, baby, and I pulled at his zipper. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his cock just
flopped
out of his pants; and it was
fucking huge!
”

Her eyes close as she says it and she draws her bottom lip between her teeth. Something like a moan comes from her mouth, and she lets the skirt fall to the floor and pool at her feet. I suddenly gasp and grip my erection tight in my fist: there, at the place where her thighs meet, is a
huge
wet stain covering the crotch of her lacy blue panties. Blood roars in my ears; is...is that from
him?
Is it her own desire? Probably both!

She sees where my eyes are glued and snickers; “Oh, I’ll get to that, dear.”

She begins to move then, walking around behind me. “So, Josh’s cock was absolutely gigantic honey; a real thick monster. I was almost scared of it when it first fell out of his pants! I could barely grip it with two hands; I probably could’ve used a third! He was so hot, so thick in my little hands that I got instantly wet just holding such a big dick like that.”

She leans in to my ear from behind me; “he was at
least
three time’s your size, honey.” I groan, feeling the shame wash over me, knowing that I don’t measure up to this bull of a man at all. My cock jumps in my hand and I stroked it faster.

She begins to pull my chair back away from the table. I felt so silly, jerking my average cock poking out through the zipper of my pants while she scootches my chair back for me.

“Did you...did-”

“Did I blow him?” Her voice is from behind me, her lips almost touching my ear, and I groan at the sensation

“Yes baby, I did! I was so turned on by just feeling the weight of him in my hands that I just threw myself on him! I could barely get the head inside my lips; I didn’t even know my jaw could open that wide honey.”

She’s walking around the chair now, moving between my chair and the table. She grins wickedly at me as she lean backs against it.

“So did I give him a blowjob? No, honey.”

I felt a little of my shock dissipates; she hadn’t! Had they just made out?

“No, a
blowjob
is what I do with you, dear; a
job
.” Her wicked grin is back. “No, I didn’t give Josh a blowjob…” She leans towards me, her breasts swaying as she bends close to me, sitting there wide eyed and barely breathing.
 

“I let him fuck my face.”

My breath clutches in my throat at her words, and I squeeze my painfully hard cock erratically. She chuckles and leans back.

“Oh, honey, a man like that just
deserves
to take what he wants. Your little wife must have looked like
such
a dirty whore down on her knees in the parking lot while she let another man use her mouth like that! I could barely even take it! He held my hair in his hands and fucked my lips like he would a pussy, just making me gag and drool and slobber all over his huge, fat dick.”

She scoots back and hops up onto the dining room table, pushing my cold dinner away as sits back and opens her legs in front of me.

Her hands are at the front of her soaked and soiled panties now, rubbing at the wet spot, pulling the material tight against her mound and letting the damp material contour over her smoothly waxed lips.

“Honey, I was so turned on too, I could have come just from gargling on that monster cock of his.” She’s rubbing herself harder now through her sopping panties, the material making squelching sounds as she moves her fingers in deliberate circles, gasping.

“I had my skirt hiked up around my waist while he fucked my throat, and I was playing with my pussy while he did it.” she gasps as her fingers blur over soaked panties.

“I was such a slut for him, baby. Your wife was another man’s whore, on her knees in a parking lot letting him use her mouth!”

I watch with rapt attention as she moans, eyes closed and I’m sure picturing this other man’s huge fat cock as I savagely stroke my average erection. My eyes are riveted to the soaked gusset of her panties, sodden with what I am sure now is a huge load of Josh’s cum.

“He came in my mouth baby.” It comes out almost like a gasp, like a whisper from her lips and I groan.

“He filled me up and I swallowed every drop of it. Oh, I know, honey. I know I usually like to spit it out when I give you blowjobs. But his cum tasted so good, and I was
so
turned on, that I drank it down gladly. It was such a rush!”

I gasp then, stroking at my red little cock as I watch her play and listen to her tell me how she let another man do things to her, and treat her in ways she never let me.

“And then...you came home?”

She laughs, loud and harshly, and her eyes open to meet mine with a fiery lust in them.

“Oh...dear, no! Of course not honey, there was
so
much more. Do you want to hear what happened next?”

“Yes!” I croak it out, desperation in my voice. She snickers.

“Well he was still rock hard after he blew his load down my throat. I know we...
you
have problems with that, dear, but he
definitely
didn’t. You see, he’s a real man, a real big-dicked stud.”

“He pulled me up and pushed me over the hood of the car, right there in the parking lot! He took his shirt off, and his muscles are so yummy, baby. He really works out!”

She notices me start to reach for my shirt and she chuckles “Oh...no, thats ok, just keep it on honey.” I ignore the sting to my pride, knowing that it’s been years since I went to a gym, and drop my hand back to the throbbing erection sticking out of my pants.

“He had me on my back on the hood of my car, with my legs pushed up to my chest. Oh he’s so strong, honey. He held me like that with my skirt pushed up around my waist, and he just-” her fingers slip beneath the edge of her cum-soaked panties, and she starts to pull them aside.

“He just pushed my panties out of the way as he lined that huge cock of his up with this little pussy!”
 

Her panties are pushed wetly to the side, and I gasp and groan as she exposes herself to me, there spread in front of me on our dining room table. Her - my wife’s - pussy, is red and raw; puffy and still stretched looking from the fucking she’s received at the hands of another man. I groan, a whimpering sound, and my cock lurches as I see the dollop of sticky white cum leak out of her cunt as she spreads her red and waxed lips with her fingers.

She smirks at me; “Oh, no, of course we didn’t use a condom, honey. Condoms are just for little cucky husbands; only
real
men can go in bare and fill my pussy with their cum.”

Her words are driving me crazy, my cock lurching in my fist as I grip it tightly, stroking it madly to the filthy, erotic thoughts of my wife getting fucked raw by this big alpha bull of a man.

“I thought he might be too big, baby; his cock was really magnificent, bigger than anything I’ve ever seen! Well, bigger than I’ve seen since I married you.”

I groan.

“Oh he stretched your wife’s pussy wide, baby. He had to really work it in there, but I was so wet, he filled me up entirely. I could feel his huge dick in places I’ve never even felt your cock before.” Her fingers are squelching into her sticky, dripping folds, masturbating in front of me using another man’s cum to slick her fingers over her clit and between her lips.

“He fucked me hard and deep, holding my legs back and wide and just pounding me and using my little pussy.” Her fingers are buried in her red, raw and gaping pussy, making loud wet sounds as she fucks herself. Her eyes are closed again, and I
know
it’s the hung stud who’d fucked her while I was at home she’s imagining while she pleasures herself.

“Did...did you come?” The words tumble in a croaked whisper from my mouth. I’m jerking furiously now, so close, wanting to come so badly.

She laughs, a mocking, harsh sound. “Oh, dear, of
course
I did! How could I not? I know it takes some work with you, but as it turns out, a big thick cock stretching my little married pussy like that gets me in all the right places! I lost track, baby, I came so many times on that big hard cock of Josh’s.”

My fist is shuttling up and over the throbbing  head of my cock. My hand almost totally engulfs my dick, and I try to even imagine having something so big like Josh between my legs.

“At one point, he even reached underneath and one of his fingers into my ass, darling! I know we’ve never done that, but I think next time, and yes honey, there
will
be a next time, I’ll let him fuck my ass.”

I gasp and start to sputter, my erection suddenly losing a bit of its steam. Her ass!? This is something we never talked about!

“But! But we never...I mean, we didn’t talk ab-”

“Oh, honey.” she looks at me pitifully, her face beginning to scrunch up as her fingers squelch loudly in and out of her well-fucked hole.

“It doesn’t matter what we discussed anymore, because I belong to Josh now.” She begins to pant, her eyes squeezing shut as she fucks her cum-filled pussy with her fingers. Her wedding band glistens wetly in the dining room light.

“I’m his slut now, dear, and he’s allowed to do whatever he wants to me. I’m going to be his whore.”

I feel hot and cold at the same time all over, with a leaden, sickening feeling in my stomach. And yet, my cock lurches, rock hard in my hand. I begin to stroke again, thinking of my wife serving this big-cocked stud, being his whore.

“Yes honey, Josh is going to -
oh God!
-
use
me...anytime…
- Oh!
- he wants! And there’s -
ah!
-
nothing you can do about it!
”

With a loud cry, she climaxes, her whole body seizing up as she imagines the other man’s big cock fucking her in every which way. God she’s so fucking beautiful.

“Ok.” I barely breath it out as I stroke my raging hard cock. Its the only word that comes into my mind.

Gasping for a breath, she slowly opens her eyes and looks at me lovingly. “Oh, I knew you’d understand, baby.” She looks down at my cock, realizing I’m still stroking and haven’t come yet.

“Oh...I...you haven’t yet?”

I shake my head, eyes wide. I want her so badly right now.

My wife merely smiles at me. “Here, honey.” She stands from the table and slides her sodden and cum-soaked panties down her legs. She drops them wetly into my lap and I gasp, startled as they land on my cock.

“They’re already lubed for you, honey. Why don’t you just use those to make yourself come, ok?” She says it sweetly, but with something dark and fiery in her eyes.

“But aren't’ you-” I’m stumbling over my words, and she just smiles at me.

“Oh, no honey, I’;m going to go heat up some dinner. But why don’t you just finish ok?”

With a quick kiss on my cheek, she’s walking out of the room towards the kitchen.

With a small, defeated groan, I wrap her sticky panties, soaked through with another man’s cum, around my cock.
 

And I begin to stroke.

The Cuckold’s Hot Wife: With His Boss

*****

Anxiously, I check the oven temperature for the fifth time, before twirling the spoon through the sauce simmering on the stove for the hundredth. Everything has to be perfect tonight.

“Remember, honey, everything has to be perfect tonight” It’s as if she’s in my head, reading my thoughts.

“Yes, dear.” I turn and smile at her, my lovely, gorgeous wife. She’s wearing an incredible looking slinky black dress that I’ve never seen before. Steak isn’t the only thing on the menu tonight

“Dear.” Her voice is firm, shaking me from my thoughts.

“Hmm?”

“The sauce, dear, don’t forget to stir it.”

I blush, “Yes dear.”

She’s right, tonight has to perfect. Tonight, at my own invitation, my boss is coming to dinner at our home. Mr. Stone; Jackson Stone

I’ve invited him because I know I’m up for a major promotion, and I’m not ashamed to dip my toes into a little ass-kissing when my horse comes ahead.
 

But, there’s another reason Mr. Stone is coming tonight.

You see, he’s made his intentions abundantly clear on a number of times; from even before I finally admitted to myself that I was incapable of taking care of my wife in the way she needed to be treated. Yes, his eye was on her long before I admitted that I was less of a man than I thought I’d be at this point in my life; balding, a paunchy gut, and a three inch cock that was hardly doing anything for Kelly anymore.

I know they say its not the size, its how you use it, but common, there are limits. Cheap wine is still going to taste like shit, no matter how much soda water and ice cubes you dump in it.