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I was having trouble sitting still, but how I was feeling was nothing
compared to how Annie was looking. My beautiful wife kept standing up
from the couch and walking around, checking her watch, not looking at me
or saying anything. I just sat there, watching her apprehensively.
In a few minutes, a young man would be knocking on our door. We'd let
him in, and he'd proceed to have sex with my wife. An odd proposition
for most happily married couples, but it wasn't our first time. As far
back as our dating days, Annie and I had always liked being sexually
adventurous, and we naturally settled into our respective roles, she as
the dominant and I as the submissive. Neither of us had much experience
with kinky sex, so we stuck to the basics: handcuffs, blindfolds, that
sort of thing. We'd watch porn and try out things we'd see, then
incorporate what we liked.
About three months after our wedding, Annie first raised the idea of
cuckolding: having another guy fuck her while I watched. I only
hesitated a little before agreeing, and I admit some of that was for
show - the truth is the idea did appeal to me. So together we had
composed a Craigslist ad and sifted through the many replies before
selecting a guy we could both agree on.
The first was Mark, a good-looking man a few years our senior. He had
explained that he had experience as a bull, and he had left my wife
thoroughly satisfied as I sat on the edge of the bed and jerked off,
cumming just a few moments before they both did the same. All in all, a
good time was had and Annie and I agreed we could try it again sometime.
The second, a couple of months later, was Josh, a cocky guy a year or so
younger than me (and three years younger than Annie). I wasn't a fan of
Josh when we were emailing back and forth, but Annie was evidently
attracted by his photos, which showed off an admittedly impressive
physique sculpted by many hours at the gym. Needless to say, Annie's
opinion won out.
Unlike his predecessor, Josh had not done this before, and he was
somewhat clumsy as he came into our home and tried to chat up my wife;
but when he got her in the bedroom he won her over with his sexual
ability and stamina. Josh also spoke to me while he fucked her, saying
things like "You like that? You like watching me fuck your wife?" I
couldn't help but notice that his arrogance had a very apparent effect
on Annie, who was brought to a very loud orgasm.
There was something else I couldn't help notice during my first two
times as a cuckold. Both guys were noticeably better endowed than me. I
had never felt too self-conscious about the fact that my cock, fully
erect, barely cleared five inches, and my success in wooing and marrying
this gorgeous Asian woman had completely put my mind at ease that size,
in fact, does not matter. However, Mark and Josh both had me beat by at
least a couple of inches, and I was glad that Annie never mentioned that
fact.
She had, however, mentioned repeatedly that cuckolding was something she
wanted to do a lot more of. I wasn't necessarily thrilled about this,
but I couldn't deny that the sight of my sexy wife getting fucked in our
bed by another guy had turned me on immensely, and I had easily cum
while enjoying the show on both occasions.
So here we were, anxiously awaiting the arrival of Bull No. 3. There was
no obvious reason for us to be anxious, being just a month removed from
our experience with Josh. But there was something different this time
around. For one thing, Annie had organized this without any input from
me. To be sure, she had told me that she was looking for another guy to
bring in, but she had written the ad, studied the replies and picked a
winner by herself.
Annie had been very excited about her pick for days now. All I knew
about him was that his name was Rob and he was just 24 years old. Annie
had apparently gone so far as to video chat with him one day while I was
out, which I wasn't too happy to hear about (after the fact) since I
hadn't even seen a picture of the guy. But she had been getting more
assertive recently, particularly in matters relating to our sex life,
and with my own naturally submissive nature I decided not to make a
fuss.
The knock came. I had barely sat up by the time Annie had bounded to the
door and opened it, letting our guest in. They greeted each other with a
friendly hug, the kind you'd expect on a first date. They exchanged
pleasantries while I hung back somewhat awkwardly, then Annie turned to
me.
"This is my husband, Nick," she said, gesturing toward me, her hand
resting on Rob's back.
Rob and I shook hands and I had the chance to size him up. He stood
about 6'3", a full five inches or so taller than me. Like my wife, he
was Asian, which I found unusual. While race has never been an issue for
us in our mixed-race relationship, I knew all her ex-boyfriends and
various hookups before me were, like me, white. Rob came across as a
pleasant guy, more mature than his years, and I was having trouble
seeing what all the anticipation had been about.
"Have a seat, please," said Annie to Rob once the greetings were over
and done with. And with that, he put his arm around her and they swept
past me to the living room, settling in the couch. As he sat, Annie
curled up with her legs up, like she does when we sit together, though
thankfully not yet as close to him as she does with me.
I had followed a few steps behind, intending to extend the small talk as
long as possible, but as I was about to sit in the armchair next to the
now occupied couch, Rob turned to me.
"Hey man, how about you get us some drinks?" he said, then before I
could answer, he spoke to my wife, "What are you having?"
"Get the Cabernet," Annie said to me.
"Sounds good," said Rob, then turned to face me, "Just two glasses," he
added pointedly. I almost said something, but Annie giggled at his order
and I felt that she wouldn't be on my side if I argued, so I turned
silently and walked to the kitchen.
My mind was racing. Annie was clearly looking to step up this cuckolding
business tonight. I supposed, considering what I knew was going to be
happening later, that it wasn't unreasonable for me to serve this guy a
drink, but I certainly didn't feel good about being ordered around in my
own home by a guy four years my junior.
As I opened the bottle of wine, I strained my ears trying to hear what
Rob and Annie were saying, but for some reason they were speaking in
very low tones so that I couldn't make their conversation out from the
kitchen. I brought the bottle and the two glasses in to the living room
and set them on the coffee table. I stood there for about a second,
which is all it took for Rob to give me a pointed look. I knew what he
expected, so I served the wine and again went to sit in my lonely
armchair.
"Would you like to eat anything?" Annie asked Rob suddenly, making me
stop halfway down.
"Sure, what do you have?"
"Put out some cheese and crackers," Annie said to me, smiling broadly.
I muttered an "okay" and was heading back to the kitchen when Rob spoke
again, loud and clear this time.
"Well, he does what he's told, but his manners could use some work."
My wife clearly found this hilarious, because she burst out laughing,
adding, "Oh, I'm sure you can help with that."
"I'd be happy to."
I could feel my face reddening. I knew they were just poking fun at me,
but this kind of humiliating comment had never been a part of our
earlier cuckolding experiences. Still, Annie knew that I had a weakness
for humiliation, and she was obviously intent on exploiting it this
evening.
After a few minutes of more hushed talking that I couldn't make out, I
returned with cheese and crackers on a tray, set it down and finally sat
in the armchair, looking at Annie and Rob. It was apparent, however,
that they had very little interest in me, as they proceeded to make
small talk for several interminable minutes, not once so much as looking
at me, and enjoyed the snack I had laid out. I considered helping myself
to some, but had a strange feeling that that could earn me a rebuke, so
I decided to just sit there, wondering if there was any way I could make
myself invisible.
I had never felt smaller than I did as I sat, staring at them. My loving
wife, all of 30 years old, giggling like a foolish schoolgirl at every
comment from this - this kid, and every minute inching closer to him on
the couch. Finally, after what must have been about 20 minutes but felt
like forever, Rob announced the time had come to face the inevitable.
"How about we head to the bedroom?" he said. At this, Annie sprang up
like it was the best, most exciting idea she had ever heard and took him
by the hand. As they walked past me, she finally looked at me, just
affording me a brief glance, beaming a huge smile.
I half wished I could stay in the living room, or even walk out of my
house entirely. Maybe they'd just forget about me and I could come back
in a few hours, pretending like none of this had happened. No such luck
for me, though, as Rob stopped at the bedroom door and turned back to
me. "You too, Nick," he said. Then, with a smile, "I don't want you to
miss the fun," he added.
Annie cackled.
I entered the bedroom maybe 15 seconds later - plenty of time, as it
turned out, for Annie and Rob to start passionately making out. After a
few moments they fell onto the bed - MY bed, my marital bed, as I stood
by the door, not knowing what to do with my hands.
Rob had started exploring Annie's body with his hands, and she was
already moaning between wet kisses. I was once again wondering if I had
been forgotten when she took off his t-shirt, revealing a truly
impressive athletic body, adorned with two or three tattoos. He turned
onto his back, cradling her in his arms, and looked at me.
"Kneel down there," he ordered.
I didn't move or speak, just looked at Annie. "Do it," she said, still
smiling, gently, but undeniably firmly.
I dropped to my knees as they resumed their makeout session. Then, after
a few more minutes, "Take your shirt off," came the instruction from
Rob. This time I didn't hesitate. Rob and Annie had been stripping each
other's clothes off, and it wasn't long before they were down to just
their underwear, his toned body and her gorgeous, slim figure on full
display. During our two previous experiences, I had been sitting on the
edge of the bed, my dick in my hand at this point. Clearly, Rob had
other plans, and just as clearly, he was in complete control.
"Strip," he ordered me. "Everything." I stood just long enough to take
off my socks, jeans and underpants, and resumed my position on my knees.
I knew it was what he expected.
As I mentioned earlier, I was always sexually submissive to Annie, but
with us it had always been playful. Now it felt like this guy, this 24-
year-old, had unlocked a whole new level of submission in me, despite
having addressed me no more than a handful of times.
Without even realizing it, I had hung my head. "Don't look down," said
Rob. "You're going to watch."
I obeyed, but it wasn't enough for him. "When I give you an order, you
say Yes, Sir. Got it?" he said, almost as an afterthought.
I'm not sure if Annie gasped or let out a laugh at that, but it was very
clear she was turned on by the sight of this younger man so easily
dominating her husband.
"Yes, Sir," I said in a small voice. I was already completely defeated -
not that I had ever put up a fight.
"That's better," said Rob, and turned his attention back to my wife.
Soon she, still in her sexiest red bra and panties, had peeled off his
underpants and exposed his penis. Even at half mast, I could tell he,
too, was going to be much bigger than me. He ordered her to start
sucking it, and she greedily complied, moaning and slobbering on his
pole as he pushed her head down. Before long, he was fully erect - about
eight impressive inches of meat, much thicker than mine.
Speaking of my meat, as I watched and heard my wife gag on Rob, I was
aware that I had started to get a bit hard, and precum was dripping down
onto the floor where I knelt. Whether or not he noticed that, he spoke
to me again. "You enjoying the show, cucky?" he inquired.
"Yes, Sir," I immediately answered. Rob just chuckled.
As Annie worked on his cock, he undid her bra and took it off, then
reached down with one hand and started rubbing her pussy through her
panties. Her moans grew louder, and as he sped up I heard her orgasm.
I couldn't believe it. Annie never had trouble achieving an orgasm with
me, but Rob had done it just by rubbing her and having her blow him, and
he had done it in a couple of minutes. She had stopped sucking his cock
as she came, and now he lifted her head by the chin.
"Has cucky ever made you cum like that, baby?" he asked. Annie, still
panting, could just shake her head.
Rob took Annie into his arms until her breathing slowed down again. My
wife seemed to have forgotten about me completely as she lay there in
the bigger man's embrace, periodically kissing his pecs, his face,
whichever part of him was within reach of her lips.
"Okay babe, it's time," he said after a few minutes. He turned her over
onto her back and took off her lacy red panties. "Mmm, baby, these are
soaked," he said. Then he faced me and tossed them to me. "Feel that,
cucky," he taunted. "You ever make your wife that wet?"
I knew what answer he wanted to hear. "No, Sir," I said.
"I didn't think so," he laughed. "Not with that little thing between
your legs." That stung, but I was in no position to argue. "Do other
bulls let you jerk off while they fuck your wife, cucky?" he asked, no
doubt already having heard the answer from Annie.
"Yes, Sir," I replied from my kneeling position.
"Well, with me you have to earn that. And frankly," he added, "that
little dick doesn't deserve it. In fact, I want you to put on your
wife's panties. Now!"
I hesitated for a moment and hung my head, then stood up to put on the
lacy lingerie. "You didn't say Yes, Sir," interrupted Rob.
"I'm sorry, Sir," I replied.
"Don't forget again, that's your final warning."
"Yes Sir, I'm sorry, Sir," I said, not really wanting to know what would
happen if I forgot again. "Thank you, Sir," I added, now back on my
knees. I heard my wife snort at that.
As Rob turned his attention back to Annie, I had the opportunity to soak
in the new feeling in my groin. I always loved Annie's lingerie, and
wearing it felt just as good as rubbing it while it was on her.
Moreover, these panties really were soaked with her juices, which were
now covering my own dick. Within seconds, I was hard, a fact that did
not go unnoticed by my wife.
"You like wearing my panties, cucky?" she sneered. I had never known her
to behave like this towards me.
"Yes, dear," I said.
She laughed, then said, "Say Yes, Ma'am."
"Yes, Ma'am," I replied right away.
"That's better," she chuckled, and turned her attention back toward the
man who was settling in between her legs.
What followed was an impressive display, which made me feel more
inadequate and less manly than I had at any time in my life. Rob told
Annie to take a condom from the bedside drawer and put it on him, and
then he proceeded to fuck her, vigorously, for upwards of 10 minutes.
From my vantage point on the floor, I was to the side and slightly
behind him, so I had a full view of his toned buttocks as he pumped in
and out of my wife.
Annie was in ecstasy. I'm sure she came at least three times, her arms
and legs wrapped around the young man's powerful body. The entire time I
knelt there, my dick fully erect now inside its panties, my precum
mixing with my wife's earlier deposit. I wanted nothing more than to
pull the lacy garment to one side and jerk off, but I knew I couldn't
without permission.
Finally, Rob tensed up as he came, grunting, deep inside Annie. They lay
there for a few moments, until he lifted himself up and rolled over,
lying beside her. He peeled off the condom, displaying his huge load,
and set it on the bedside table, and I knelt there, erect and ignored,
while they caught their breath.
After a short while, Rob spoke to me. "Bring us some water."
"Yes, Sir," I replied and retreated to the kitchen to fill two glasses.
When I returned moments later they were cuddling, Annie nestled in Rob's
muscled arms. As I handed them their water, Annie reached out and
stroked my still hard penis through my increasingly wet panties, and
smiled at me. I was too embarrassed to smile back or say anything, so I
quietly knelt back down beside the bed.
Five silent minutes later, Rob began stirring. I half thought he'd be
getting ready to leave by now, but he was far from done with Annie - or
with me. First he spoke to her, "I want you to make me cum again, with
your mouth," he said. She said nothing, but immediately got to work,
taking his soft, glistening cock into her mouth and beginning to suck.
Rob sat back comfortably against the cushions, his hands behind his
head, enjoying the blowjob from my wife with his eyes half closed. Soon,
however, he addressed me again. "Would you like to cum too, cucky?"
"Yes, please, Sir," I replied, a hint of desperation in my voice.
"Do you think you deserve to?"
"Yes, Sir," I said, not quite as firmly.
"Why's that?"
I hesitated. "I - I've been very obedient tonight, Sir." That was true
enough, and it drew a laugh from him.
"Alright," he chuckled. "Maybe I'll let you cum. For now, you can start
rubbing your dick through your panties. But DON'T cum until I give you
permission."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir," I said, and immediately began rubbing. I
soon realized I needed to slow down or I wouldn't be able to hold it in.
Once again, I had no desire to find out what would happen if I disobeyed
this man.
For a few moments, I reflected on the current scenario. My wife was
hungrily sucking on another guy's cock, while I knelt on the floor,
rubbing my penis through her panties. I couldn't imagine it could get
any more embarrassing, and yet I was rock hard and close to cumming - I
was also very, very wrong.
Rob snapped me out of my reverie. "Keep rubbing, cucky," he said. "Do
you want to cum?"
"Yes, please, Sir," I gasped, knowing I was close.
"Beg me."
No hesitation from me as I debased myself. "Please, Sir, please let me
cum," I pleaded.
"What are you willing to do?"
"Anything, Sir, I'll do anything you want. Please let me cum!" My eyes
were closed now.
"Anything?"
"Yes, Sir, anything, please!"
"Take this and put it in your mouth."
I opened my eyes and froze. "This" was the condom he had worn while
fucking Annie, filled with his cum. He stared at me, daring me to
refuse.
"Do you want to cum into your pretty panties?" he said again, in a low
but clear voice.
I whined. "Yes, please, Sir," I whispered.
"Open your mouth." I complied. "Wide!" I opened wider and accepted the
used rubber onto my tongue. "Close your mouth and start sucking. It's
not coming out until you've swallowed everything."
Once again, I obeyed. "Suck me faster," he said to Annie, who had
watched the whole scene unfold with eyes wide. "Start rubbing yourself,"
he ordered me. I did. "You may cum now."
For the first time, another man's cum slowly filled my mouth. I rubbed
myself through the panties, faster and faster, and within less then a
minute I came, one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had. My cum
seeped through the lacy material and onto my hand. Just as quickly,
humiliation washed over me, but no relief was in sight. I had to
continue to kneel there, the used condom still in my mouth, while Annie
kept sucking his cock. I had swallowed all his cum, but I dared not take
the condom out yet.
Finally, Rob exploded into my wife's mouth. "Hold it in there," he said
to her. She kept her mouth shut. Then he turned to me, "Have you
swallowed everything?"
"Yes, Sir," I mumbled with my mouth full.
"Good, you can take it out now."
I did.
"Now," he said to Annie. "I want you to kiss your hubby. Give him all my
cum to drink up."
Annie didn't think twice. She reached down and took my face in her
hands, and gave me a passionate kiss. It felt like a truly loving kiss,
as she swirled her tongue against mine. I would have loved it if she
hadn't been forcing another man's cum down my throat. When that was
done, Rob instructed me to lick my own cum off my hand, then get down on
all fours and lick up the small puddle I had made on the floor, which I
did dutifully, his laughter ringing in my ears.
Less than 15 minutes later, Rob was dressed and out the door, but not
before calling me a "good sissy cuckold" and assuring us that he'd be
having a lot more fun with us in the future. After he left, Annie kissed
me deeply again, but we barely spoke as I finally pulled off her ruined
panties.
By the time I emerged from a hot shower, Annie was already asleep, a
look of contentment on her beautiful face. Climbing into bed next to
her, I thought I'd never be able to sleep with the way my mind was
racing. But our bed had never felt more comfortable, and exhaustion soon
took over as I sank into a deep sleep.
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