Cuckold: Three Stories of Cuckoldry and Hot Wives (Cuckold Humiliation Hotwife Size Queen Cheating Erotic Romance Bundle) (4 page)

“There’s a good boy, Weston,” he calls after me as I humbly skulk from the room.

Upstairs, I place his scotch on my bedside table and pace the room, feeling my blood run hot in my veins and my gut twist inside me. I know its too late to back out of this, but a million thoughts are racing through my head. Am I really ready to trade my wife for a promotion?

I also realize I’m worried about what I should
do
up here; now and when they come up. Does he want me to stay? Should I leave? For some reason I find myself sitting up in bed on my usual side, above the cover. My clothes stay on, but I oddly decide that untucking my shirt makes me more casual.

Its there I’m still sitting, ten minutes later, when they walk into the room. Kelly is giggling and wiping her mouth as she leads Mr. Stone by the hand, cock bobbing heavily before him, into our bedroom.

She looks at me pointedly, her eyes ablaze, a hungry lust plainly painted across her face and the way her flushed chest heaves with every breath.

“Where do you want me?” She’s looking my in the eye, but she’s asking him.

“Why don’t you crawl into bed with your husband, honey.” He smirks at me. “I want you right there on the bed, face down.”

She giggles, and willingly crawls up onto the bed next to me. Our eyes meet, and where there is concern, apprehension, and a need for reassurance in mine, hers show only boldness, hunger, and an erotic charge that almost scares me.

Kelly is face down, next to me in bed where we are every night, though there is nothing routine about our current version of the scenario. Mr. Stone kneels on the bed behind her moves between her legs.

“Lets just raise that perfect ass up there, Kelly.” He murmurs to my wife, who eagerly sucks in her lower lip and raises her hips off the bed.

Behind her, my boss is slowly stroking his huge length as his eyes drink in my wife’s perfect derriere. I know that view, I’ve been there. My stomach churns as I wonder if I’ll ever be allowed that view again, after she gets a taste of a real man.

Mr. Stone lines his cock up and pushes against my wife. A small moan escapes her lips and I see her eyelids flutter as his massive cock-head begins to press between her lips. He begins to push forward, sliding his enormous girth into my wife. She moans erotically as his enormous girth stretches her pussy wide as he presses in, slowly impaling her on his big thick cock.
 

He’s no more than an inch or two in before he pauses and starts to shake his head as he looks at me.
 

“So Weston, I know I’ve asked, but you’re sure this has nothing to do with all that talk about promotion floating around the office?”

I shake my head meekly side to side, stammering.

“N-no Mr. Stone, nothing like that.”

He nods, arching his eyebrows pensively as Kelly impatiently begins to push back on his cock. He allows another few inches of his magnificent cock to slide into her before his hands stop her, halting his thrust.

“Thats very good to hear, Weston.” He arches his brow at me. His mouth opens as if to say something, but then shakes his head again with a chuckle. And with that, he thrusts mightily forward, and buries the rest of his cock deep into my wife.

Kelly grunts with the force of his thrust, and then her mouth goes slack in a silent, exquisite looking wail of pleasure.

Mr. Stone pulls back, grabbing her hips powerfully in his grasp before burying all easily ten inches of his cock deep inside of her. Next to me, my wife is moaning, her face scrunched up in a look that can only be described as pure pleasure as my boss’s big cock slides through her wet folds. Her hands are clutching at the sheets, knuckles white as she twists our bedsheets around in pleasure.

I’m staring at this beautiful woman, and realizing I’ve just been keeping her back.
This
is how a gorgeous, sensual creature like Kelly needs to be taken; hard, deep, and with a big stud of a cock.

And with that, my boss begins to fuck her with a deep, powerful rhythm. She’s jolting forward on every thrust, panting and moaning in pleasure, and I can hear the wet sounds of her cunt opening for him. I can literally
hear
how turned on she is by getting taken by this alpha stud’s big dick, and I want to just hide. Yet at the same time, I can’t tear my eyes away.

“Tell me Kelly, did you date before becoming Mrs. Weston?”

Oh God, he’s going to go there. Obviously, I'm not the first man Kelly’s been with, but her dating history has been, well, shall we say
a point of contention
between us at times. My wife is a caring, amazing woman, but it took a lot when we first got to together for me to get over her bad-girl history; probably because of my own insecurities.

I don’t know the whole story, mercifully, but I do know she was a bit of a wild spirit in college, and certainly had a reputation with the football team. Again, its always been something I've strived to never bring up, and she’s only ever been willing to do the same. But now here we are, and I know she’s’ going to tell him all the things I never wanted to hear.

As if my humiliation wasn’t complete enough with my boss fucking my own wife, in my own bed, with me right there just watching it happen; he’s also going to make her tell him what a slut she was.

“No..I...I dated...ugh….before.” Each of her words is punctuated by a hard thrust of Mr. Stone’s thick cock plunging into her pussy. His balls slap noisily against her as he bottoms out in her cunt.

“These other men; where they bigger than your husband?”

Oh
for fucks sake
. I want to curl up and sink through the floor. Of COURSE they were bigger than me! He’s fucking seen me in the men’s room at work; fuck, he knows why he's here. But he wants to hear her say it; he wants to hear my cuckold humiliation become complete.

“Oh
God
yes!” Kelly’s eyes open wide, and she's rolling them back in her head as he grips her hips and pounds her pussy with his big thick cock.

“Much bigger?” He turns to me and winks, not even breaking his rhythm as his muscled torso thrusts back and forth, sawing his girth in and out of my wife.

“My ex - before Bob - he was quite large! Ugh...not as big as you, but big!” Her tits are swinging beneath her as he fucks her, her whole body jolting forward on each thrust and her mouth slack with her lust. She’s never told me about the ex, mostly because I never wanted to hear it. But, in our current situation, i’m suddenly finding myself both horribly curious and horribly afraid of what she’s about to say.

“And what did he like to to?”

“He used to..oh
God
….he used to like to put it in my ass!”

Shock washed over my face; her
ass!?
I stare at my wife in shock; who
is
this woman? I’ve asked before, of course I have, what man hasn't? But she’s always,
always
shut me down. Maybe the ex turned her off of it?

“And did you enjoy getting his big cock up that tight little ass of yours?”

She’s grunting and moaning now, her hands gripping the sheets and her eyes squeezing shut. I know, just from knowing her, that she’s close.

Mr. Stone seems to able to tell as well. Part of me wants to be mad; indignant that this man whose met my wife all of, what, three times, apparently knows her body as well as I, someone who’s been married to her for almost ten years. But then again, a man like this
would
know a woman like my wife well, and again, I must admit my own shortcomings here.

Knowing that she’s close, he seems to ease off, slowing his thrusts; he wants to tease it out of her, he wants to hear her humiliate me.

“Kelly? Did you?”

“Yes!” She pracitclaly yells it, the slutty and erotic moans pouring from her lips.

I’m gaping at my wife, just staring at her she gets fucked silly right next to me on our marriage bed. I asked, I
pestered
her for her ass, for
years
! And I was denied every time. It’s just one more period in the finalization of my cuckoldry.

Mr. Stone grins as he pulls out of my wife’s cunt with audible sucking sound. She gasps at the sudden emptiness.

“Weston;” my eyes jerk up to his. He’s looking at me smugly.

“You seem...
left out
over there. Would you care to participate?”

I feel my pulse race; he wants me to be a part of this? For a moment, I can feel blood rushing into my tiny cock, and I am painfully hard almost instantly. I nod eagerly.

“Why don't you come back here.”

Eagerly,I start to pull at my belt buckle, but he stops me with a halting motion of his hand.

“No no, Weston. You can leave those on.”

I look at him quizzically, clearly missing his meaning.

“I meant, why don't you come back back here
with your mouth
.”

I stare at him, he stares impassively back, the faintest hint of a grin on his face.

“Now, Weston.”

His firm direction jolts me, and I’m up and shuffling down the bed. Mr. Stone hardly moves out of the way as I move my head close to my wife’s gaping and red pussy, her lips puffy from the fucking she's been receiving. My boss’s cock bobs menacingly near my head, and I swallow heavily.

“Get in there, Weston. If you can’t use that pathetic little excuse of a prick to satisfy your wife, you damn well better be able to please her with your mouth.”

I nod wholeheartedly. The man is right. Uneasily, I move forward, and run my tongue over her gaping slit.

I make a face instantly; I can
clearly
taste something new, something different in her. I blanche as I realize its the taste of
his
pre-cum, his own musk that's rubbed off on her like a calling card. He chuckles next to me as my realization blooms obviously on my face.

“Yes, get in there Weston, you’re leaving the lady hanging here.”

Kelly is pushing back impatiently at my mouth, and I know he’s left her close. She wants me to lick her; my wife wants me to taste her sex mixed with the scent from another man’s cock and precum after he’s fucked her.
 

I almost give up right there; I almost walk away from the entire thing. But feeling Kelly
need
me, for the first time in, well, a very long time, convinces me that its worth it; even if it does mean tasting My boss’s precum out of her pussy. I take a deep breath, and move in,

All I can hear is laughter; cocky, smug laughter, from both of them! Mr. Stone is just chuckling, knowing how humiliated I am, and yet how desperate I am for an ounce of her affection that I’ll do this.

I lick her for a few minutes, but I realize that i’m getting nowhere. Inspite of my lack of cock and my terrible attempt at sex, I’ve never even bothered to get better at oral. At once I’m overcome with just how
little
I’ve put into this marriage as a man.

Finally, mercifully, he stops me.

“Ok, ok, I think you’re done, Weston.”

I sigh, ashamed and start to move away.

“Not so fast.” His voice stops me cold.

“I said you’re done
there
. Try higher.”

What?

I turn and look at him as he strokes his big cock, looking at me smugly.
 

“Higher, Weston.”

He rolls his eyes at my confused look, and finally just reaches out and points.

“Here.”

I focus and go still; his finger is resting on my wife’s clenched and puckered asshole.

“Right here, Weston. I want you to lick it good and get it nice and wet for me.”

I freeze, slowly trying to grasp what he’s saying. I can hear Kelly gasp and I slowly turn to look at him. He’s merely nodding and grinning at me.

“Niiiice and wet, Weston. I need that asshole nice and wet for my cock.”

Jesus Christ, he wants me to rim my wife’s ass for the purposes of
lubing her up for him
?!

I feel like a slave; a worthless, humiliated slave. But we’re here, at this point, and its a feeling I’m almost even getting used to. I lean forward, and I lick.
 

Its humiliating, though part of it is thrilling since I know Kelly would never let me do this on our own, not without her new bull telling her to do it.

But here now, with her new stud, her bull watching on and stroking his fat cock while I lube up
my own wife’s ass
for him, shes loving it. Loving it so much that she willing opens her mouth wide and lets him slide his cock, still sticky and wet from her own cunt, right past her lips and into her mouth.

Yet again, something she would
never
have done with me.

I'm getting more into it, probing her ass with my tongue and heaping on the spit as I roll my tongue around and around her puckered butt. If I can’t actively fuck her ass, I can at
least
make sure she enjoys the experience. I instantly want to punch myself for even thinking it. Jesus, I’m such a cucky bitch.

Mr. Stone seems sufficiently impressed with my furtive and tentative licks, my drooling. He’s suddenly next me again, pushing me away.

“Back to your place, Weston.”

And then he’s pressing deftly against her tight sphincter, easing the huge knob of his cock against her asshole as he leans forward. Kelly is gasping and moaning, in total ecstasy right next to me as he does this. It’s obvious from the look on her face that she loves this; that this is something she’s had to do without while we’ve been together. The shame that I’ve kept this from her, that I’ve denied her this pleasure burns at me.