Cuckolded

[RegularJoe]

Sunday morning started off fairly typical...except for the absence of any opportunity to satisfy my growing sexual frustration the preceding night...I brought Beth her morning coffee, turned on the bedroom flatscreen so she can watch the news, and took my customary place between her legs, licking her from the rear as she laid on her side. Normally, she'd have been aggressively undulating and providing some direction about what felt good (to maximize her eventual orgasm) but she only responded with an occasional murmur of approval....and ended my efforts with the admonition, "time to quit fooling around, there's a few things you need to get done this morning".

"First off, the master bathroom needs to be thoroughly cleaned, our bedsheets changed, and an extra bathtowel hung next to my towel...then you need to run to the store to buy a rack of Corona". It was obvious she was savoring my reaction to Murray's impending visit. I tried to not give her any satisfaction in that respect...but the bedsheets and bathtowel comment literally caused an immediate visceral sinking feeling...this was real, and it was happening in a few hours.

I completed the household tasks...I do that sort of thing anyway (but not usually on Sunday mornings)...and headed off to the store for Murray's beer. I've known the checkers for years, and the one helping me asked if I was having a 'little party", since she'd never seen me buy beer before (I'm more of a whiskey man)...I said "not exactly, just having a friend over" and found myself blushing. I felt like the whole world knew.

I got back home, and the waiting began...Beth acting as nonchalant as ever....until 12:30, when she drew the blinds shut in the front room, got a beachtowel out of the hall closet, removed her shorts and thong, sat on the towel draped couch with legs spread, and said, "don't cucks usually prepare their wives for their lovers"? Despite my abject feelings of shame, I simply couldn't resist licking and sucking her clit, vagina, and asshole. She made it plain that my function was simply to be the 'warm-up man" for her visitor...due to arrive at 1 PM.

The doorbell rang, and Beth said, "you need to get that"' and I went to the door. There stood Murray, looking almost as apprehensive as I felt. He followed me to the front room, and gasped when he saw Beth standing there, bottomless (and obviously quite aroused as evidenced by erect nipples plainly visible through the thin T-shirt she was wearing).

Beth walked over to him, gave him a hug (that part was typical, at least for anybody's visit) but deviated from the norm by giving him solidly passionate tongue kiss...she then took his hand, said they were heading up to the bedroom, and "to not to disturb them for at least 45 minutes". Part way up the stairs, she stopped,turned around, and said, "if you do decide to come up, we don't want to hear a peep out of you". My heart broke as they continued to the landing...her beautiful ass quivering with each step.

I sat down, thought about what was about to happen, and whether I could really handle such a reality. I could hear the shower running,then stop...then nothing. In considerable turmoil, I watched the clock slowly tick away each second...it seemed like hours had passed before the 45 minutes had elapsed.

Just as you cannot easily avoid looking at a car wreck on the freeway...I knew I couldn't wait downstairs. Heart in my throat, I climbed the stairs to the hallway....where I could hear Beth's moans...the sounds I know so well. I listened awhile, gathering up enough courage to tap softly on the door...and heard Beth say, "come in". As I entered the dimly lit room, I saw Beth, clad in her leather bustier (my favorite)' writhing on Murray's face....in a sixty-nine position...with Murray's engorged saliva slickened cock inches from her face.

She looked up at me, and sweetly smiled, flushed with lust...her beautiful breasts swaying with every movement. I started to sit down on the chair against the wall at the foot of the bed, and she said, "Joseph, where are your manners? You don't want to make Murray feel odd man out, do you? Get those clothes off and sit down".

As I removed my clothing, and sat down. Murray's cock began to fade; I'm sure my presence was somewhat intimidating. Beth laughed, and said she'd "have to do something to help the little fellow out". Climbing off Murray, she grabbed his hand to follow her off the bed. Murray was standing there, looking at me in a bit of a daze, when my wife dropped to her knees, grabbed his semi-flaccid member, retracted his foreskin, and commenced to sucking and licking....which made me nauseous, yet increasingly aroused.

Beth looks up at Murray, and tells him to look at my erect dick...and asks him, "do you think he'd have a hardon if he wasn't getting off on what you're doing to me"? Murray murmers, "no, it looks like he's enjoying this", grabbing my wife's head and vigorously thrusting his hardening cock into her willing mouth

After a few minutes of face-fucking Beth, his breathing grew raspy, and he erupted in her mouth. I could see she was swallowing as much of it as possible, but I didn't expect her to get up and plant a kiss on my mouth...her probing tongue covered with Murray's gooey semen. At this point, I was hungry for any attention, and my self-disgust only added to my arousal.

Thinking I was perhaps going to enjoy some relief....I attempted to touch Beth's breasts and pussy...only to have my hands slapped away and told, "not so fast, bucko, there's a few new rules in this household".

[RegularJoe]

Before I could ask what the rules might be, Murray asked for a couple of cold Coronas (ballsy little shit), and i went downstairs to get them out of the fridge. When I got back upstairs, they were cuddling in bed...Beth told me to "take a hike" and that she and Murray felt like a nap....Murray had hours before he was expected home...and that she'd text me if they needed anything. Getting booted out of my own bedroom.

About an hour later, I hear the bedroom television go on...and about a half hour after that, I get a text from Beth...to come upstairs. I can hear Murray's grunting and Beth's moans as I approach the door. I tapped on the door, and Beth laughs, and says, "get your pathetic ass in here".

Once again, Murray's flat on his back, feet towards the door...but this time she's facing me, straddling his erect cock...rapidly impaling herself. I'm sure she picked that position for maximum exposure...it certainly had that effect; I could clearly see her wet labia distend themselves with every withdrawal of his organ. The room reeks of sex.

They'd been surfing youporn on the TV, and had obviously selected one of the longer cuckold clips for my benefit. This time Murray is completely oblivious to my presence...just doesn't seem to care, as he pounds Beth's pussy. This continues for about 10 minutes, both of them lost in lust, when I see Murray's nut sack contract in a pulsing orgasm....their combined juices running down his cock.

If I had any pride, I would have left the bedroom...but I am transfixed by the sight of my lovely wife riding his cock. She knows it, Murray knows it, and so do I....trapped by my submissive nature.

Beth finally pulls herself off his softening member and beckons me over with her finger, "Now, you know what you need to do...it's cleanup time". I crawl under her raised pussy, to suck, lick, and swallow their mess.

As I complete my duties, Beth starts talking about "the rules". Murray's going to be a very frequent visitor...in fact, when he's in our house (and especially the bedroom) he's the undisputed "man of the house".. His word is law. In fact, I don't get to cum without his express approval...and the only place I can ask his permission is at work...he'll text Beth with a simple 'yay or nay' decision. I can see Murray is starting to enjoy the prospect of controlling my sex life with Beth, because he remarks that I'm certainly not going to enjoy any satisfaction tonight, or any other time he visits.

[RegularJoe]

After a rather smug Murray dressed, and left for home, I asked Beth if she might relent, and at least let me masturbate. Her response was, you know the rules....take it up with Murray tomorrow at work. I felt (and still feel) totally overwhelmed with frustration...

Before we went to sleep (in a bed that smelled of pussy, sweat, and Murray) Beth held my cock, kissed me, and said, "You know I love you deeply...as does Murray, in his own way....together we're going to give you what you've long wanted...to suffer the humiliation of serving your wife and her lover, in whatever capacity they see fit. Enjoy the ride, sweetheart"!

[TwistedMister]

Hot story so far, nice writing. Could be even better if the scene descriptions were expanded a little further.

[RegularJoe]

I spent a miserable night...waking numerous times with throbbing and persistent erections,and repeatedly begged Beth for an orgasm...I was in desperate need. She was getting quite irritated, and took considerable joy in pinching my exquisitely sensitive nipples and roughly milking my cock just short of my eruption. It didn't help matters that she always sleeps nude, and I could see, feel, and smell what I was being denied. Finally, wanting to get some sleep, she crossed the hall to the guest room, locking the door in my face....after telling me Murray wasn't going to be at all pleased with my behavior...which, at the time, I didn't take as much of a threat.

When my early alarm went off, I prepared coffee, softly knocking on the guestroom door for her customary wake-up tonguing. I opened the door, hoping her mood had improved....and it was immediately apparent she was still very angry. With nary a 'good morning' she took the coffee, retreated to the bed, laying belly down with her legs spread....her lovely anus ready for worship. She's often said that there's no mistake who's the boss, when I'm the one with my tongue up her ass. Gently spreading her butt- cheeks, I went to work....rimming and penetrating her asshole, knowing that last night I had dashed any hope for my own relief.

Eventually Beth tired of my efforts, showered, dressed, grabbed a breakfast powerbar....and headed off to work without speaking to me. Not a good way to start a Monday.

As I drove to work, I thought about facing Murray. There would be no avoiding him...and I didn't know if I could stomach any 'attitude' he might have developed after seeing what he'd witnessed in our bedroom...yet I knew that I had to at least ritually seek his approval to get back in Beth's good sexual graces. The situation certainly wasn't following the fantasy script I'd once had in mind....Beth was giving this little shit power he didn't deserve...fucking my wife ought to have been enough. He didn't need to rub my nose in it.

Seeing his car in the parking lot...I knew he was in and, hopefully, sitting his office. No such luck...he was bullshitting with a couple of account executives, and when I said I needed to talk to him about a business matter, he smirked and said he'd probably be available at 10 AM. Christ....two hours just so he could let me swing in the wind.

After a seeming eternity, 10 arrived....and I headed to his office. The door was closed..which is unusual...so I knocked. Finally, Murray opens the door, and beckons me in with a big grin. Murray, feeling expansive, offers me a cup of coffee, asks, "Whats up?"......I could have throttled the little SOB...he knew perfectly well what I was there for...he was just savoring my discomfort and need.

I shut the door, and sat down. I really didn't quite know how to start this conversation, but Murray beat me to the punch by saying,"You know, Beth has been telling me you're one depraved fuck...I didn't really believe it until I saw it with my own eyes! What kind of husband not only doesn't mind watching somebody fuck their wife, but sits there with an erection?" I sat there, resisting the urge to beat the fuck out of him (hell, I outweigh him by at least 60 pounds).

Murray continued, "But it's cool...Beth explained it to me; you not only tolerate her fucking around, but you actually need the humiliation to get your rocks off. Well, whatever...that's what we're going to give you...I'm going to fuck Beth in your bed at least once a week...and much more often when I come over to watch various playoffs with you....there's always some kind of playoff going on. And you'll watch, do exactly what we tell you to do, and everyone will have a great time....except you, maybe not so much."

I sat there, utterly stunned. Through Beth, Murray had me by the balls.....I absently nodded. Murray smiled, and asked, "Now what brings you here"?

There was no point in beating around the bush...."Murray...Beth hasn't let me cum in at least 10 days....could you let her know it's alright"? I don't think I've ever felt smaller in my whole twisted life, asking for Murray's approval.

"No problem, buddy....I'll let her know"

[RegularJoe]

When I pulled into the driveway, Beth was already home. I opened the kitchen door, wondering whether her mood had improved. I found her sitting in the frontroom, looking at her IPad....she smiled when she looked up, and asked how my day had gone?

For the first time today, it seemed things were ok....Beth wasn't still mad, and Murray had 'approved' an orgasm....at this point, what type didn't matter. I was going to be able to relieve the pressure in my groin and testicles....and I could hardly wait!

I sat down next to Beth, and told her Murray was good with it....and could we take care of my desperate need as soon as possible? Beth smiled, provocatively rubbing my hardening cock, held up her phone, with Murray's text message...and it said,"Nay". I went totally unglued...."Why that little fuck, who does he think he is?"

Beth sat the phone down, looked into my eyes, and said, "I'll tell you who he is...the man who determines if you get to cum or not...the man who will decide whether we lock that precious cock of yours up in a cage...and if you speak disrespectfully of him again, you're going to end up on your knees, sucking that fat uncircumsized cock of his...is that perfectly clear?"

"Now get in the kitchen, fix dinner, and start thinking about the many degrading things Murray and I could have planned for you".

[RegularJoe]

By the time I had prepared dinner, and set the table, Beth's ill temper had subsided. She sat down, looking somewhat sad, shaking her pretty head. "Joseph, do you have any idea how exhausting being the sexual dominant partner can be? This isn't only about you....I have needs too".

"You're a fine and gentle husband...and I admit that I very much enjoy abusing your sweet submissive nature...but it means so much work...being constantly the one in control. Do you realize that the cuckolding stories, videos, and pictures you repeatedly showed me struck a chord within me too...one you probably didn't anticipate, since you were focused on your own need to be sexually dominated and humiliated? I began to wish for the same things those women were experiencing...the simple bliss of being aggressively used for the sexual pleasure of a dominant male...somebody who doesn't worry about my feelings, but is only concerned about their own immediate gratification...somebody who doesn't ask to fuck me in the ass, or stuff their cock down my throat....somebody that just DOES it.....plainly not somebody sensitive like you".

"I fantasized about being fucked by huge cocked bulls...and the logical part of me knew that I didn't want to end up with a 'queen of spades' tattoo and a case of AIDs....so I thought about getting what I needed a little closer to home. Murray was a possibility...I always thought he was kind of cute with his slightly obnoxious 'little man attitude'. So I flirted (and let me tell you I didn't have to work very hard at it...his concern for hurting you was easily overcome). The first afternoon in that shitty motel out on Rosemont sealed your fate....he fucked me like a cheap street whore....repeatedly violating every orifice....and I loved it. I must have swallowed a quart of his cum in that first six months...he was insatiable...and who knows how much you've eaten since then...."

"This way we all get what we truly need....I get some help dealing with your issues...you get to live your fantasies....and Murray gets to take years of sexual frustration and anger out on you...because he's been jealous of your sexual life with me from the very beginning....you're going to soon be suffering from some seriously kinky punishment at his whim. And I'm going to enjoy helping him".

Beth then took me upstairs, laid on the bed....and made love to me, as tenderly as on our wedding night, because, as she said, "I really don't know how long, if ever, it will be before Murray lets you do more than watch him fuck me".

[RegularJoe]

I awoke from a fitful sleep, filled with Beth and Murray nightmares. While the pressure in my cock and scrotum had been somewhat reduced due to Beth's 'mercy fucking', my emotions were on the ragged edge. When I brought Beth her morning coffee, and attempted to orally satisfy her normal morning lust (as well as lap up my mess from last night), she pushed me away, and ordered me to get her breakfast ready. I dejectedly headed to the kitchen...it was like a different Beth had turned up this morning.

As I served her breakfast, and sat down across the table from her, she ignored my presence...focusing on the morning newspaper. When I tried to speak, she told me to "shut the fuck up" and that if she wanted to know what I had to say, she'd "tell me to open my fucking mouth". I was completely dumbfounded, and miserable beyond words, anyway.

Finally, she leveled me with an icy glare, and said, "You really don't get it, do you? Your old world is gone...just as you wished. There's no going back".

"You wanted to be cuckolded...this is how it works...like the old saying 'in for a dime, in for a dollar' ...I am the cruel bitch you've always wanted. I let Murray know about your little tantrum...and about how you forced yourself on me on me last night. He's now quite irritated".

"Beth...how could you do that? You're my wife!", my head spinning in total confusion.

Smiling, she said, "I did it so I could enjoy watching him punish you...it makes me wet just thinking about it...you're going learn where you really fit in the new scheme of things. One bit of advice, though...it would really be a good idea if you seek him out at work first thing this morning, and profusely apologize from the bottom of your heart (and I do mean the bottom, if you get my drift)...he can really be a total prick!"

With that, Beth left for work....

[RegularJoe]

On the drive to work, I thought about the turn of events that had flipped my life upside down. Entering the building, I felt like the whole world knew of my desperate humiliation...a smile from our 5th floor receptionist looked, to me, more like a mocking leer...even more so when she told me Murray needed to see me right away.

I trudged down the hallway to Murray's office. His door was open, and when he spotted me, he called out a hearty "Hey Joe, how's it going? Just the man I wanted to see...come on in...would you close the door?" When I closed the door, he slightly turned up the music he habitually streamed from his computer, and said, "Who the fuck do you think you are? Did I give you permission to cum last night, let alone fuck Beth?"

I started to apologize, as Beth suggested, but he held up his finger, and said, "I'm not done yet.....you know, I ought to make you suck me off right now...but I won't..we're saving that virgin mouth of yours for this Sunday. Beth doesn't want to miss it (hell, she wants to help!)...it's going to be a very special treat!"

"Beth thinks you could, with practice, become an even better cocksucker than she is....and you're going to have plenty of practice (sometimes right here in this office)....but we're going to have to come up with some kind of bib for you to wear...can't have you wandering around here with my cum on your tie...though I suppose you could just say you got some lunch on it...in a certain sense that would be totally true! I suggest you just master swallowing all of it at once....just like Beth manages to do"!

"Don't even think about asking to cum between now and Sunday...and Sunday doesn't look good for you either...you're going to pay heavily for your transgressions. That locking cockring Beth has been training you to wear....I can see now it's time to order a full cage....we'll go with the nastiest anti-pullout studs, since you don't appear to be able to control your impulses....you'll have to beg me to unlock that cock of yours".

"Do you understand that Beth's pussy, tits, ass, and mouth now belong to me?"

I felt the color rise in my face...I nodded. Murray said, "That's not good enough...I want to hear you say it".

"Murray...my wife's pussy, tits, ass, and mouth belong to you." The words stung much more than I thought they would....I felt utterly humiliated....

Murray beamed...."thatta boy...you're getting the lay of the land....And I'm going to enjoy using that juicy pussy, those perky tits, pretty mouth, and tight asshole...and you're going to thank me every time I do so".

Opening one of his desk drawers, he pulled out a bag from Petco, handed it to me, smiled, and said, "I bought you a few gifts for the coming weekend...open it!" Inside the bag were a thick leather dog collar, a leash, and a small dogfood bowl. He told me to try on the collar ("Don't worry, if I doesn't fit, I've got the the receipts)....it fit. He told me I could take it off, and to take my 'presents' home to show Beth.

Finally, he said, "Don't you have some work to do? But before you go...I've got some great news; I'm off at noon today, the long-stay executive suites are vacant, and I'm going to spend the rest of the afternoon fucking your wife! Don't look so sad, I'll leave a tasty snack for you in two of her holes! What do you say to that?."

"Thank you, Murray" ...and left the room, deeply ashamed that my cock was rising in response to his vulgar words and mental pictures of the obscene things Murray would be doing to my wife in a few hours.

[RegularJoe]

After work, I texted Beth, and asked her what she might like me cook for dinner, but the only reply was the none too cryptic, "Murray is feeding me plenty." There was little doubt that she and Murray were together...and my jealous imagination ran wild with variations on what I knew they were doing. Finally, I showered, and went to bed.

I woke up about 1 AM...a naked Beth was nudging me awake, none too softly. She giggled, and said, "wakee-wakee, guess who has a very nasty cleanup job?" Once again, she reeked of sweat, cum, cigarettes, and Murray's cologne. She switched on the bedstand lamps....and I could see her nipples and areolas were still red and swollen from Murray's pinching, sucking, and groping. Once she saw I was fully awake, and that my eyes were focusing properly, she threw her leg over me, and I gazed upward at her ass. Something wasn't quite right...he had a wound dressing on her buttock!

I asked her if Murray had hurt her...she said, "of course he did, but the dressing has nothing to do with that...go ahead and pull off the bandage!" I reached up, and gently began to peel it off...she said, "Stop being such a fucking pussy!" and yanked it off.

Staring me in the face, was a good sized "M" tattoo...with a rocking horse bottom. Beth laughed, and said, "Don't you love it? You know how Murray just loves old westerns! It's just so appropriate...I bet he's fucked me through damn near every John Wayne movie ever made! Now don't be jealous....we're going to put one on you too! Yeehaw...Murray does like to brand his herd....in fact....yours is going to be the real thing....please don't cry like a little bitch when it's done."

With that...she lowered her pussy on my mouth, undulating roughly...I started licking her swollen clit, and well-used vagina....she dripped cum and sexual fluids....and I made an attempt to capture as much of their combined residues as possible.

Bucking wildly, Beth came to climax...shuddered several times, and breathlessly said, "I wanted save the best 'Murray snack' for last...now clean my asshole, and do a thorough job." Normally, I relish pleasuring Beth in such a manner, but I knew that this ultimate degradation was designed to totally break any sense of pride or spirit I still possessed.....and it was working. Beth's roughly penetrated orifices were merely a willing receptacle for Murray's foul ejaculatory fluids...and I was no more than my wife's convenient and pleasureable disposal option. Resigned to my fate, I completed the odious task....her pink and raw anus contracting repeatedly around my extended tongue....lube and Murray's spent semen trickling down my chin.

Tired, and thoroughly satiated, my wife finally grunted, pulled off my face, laid down without a word, and collapsed asleep. I wondered what further trials were waiting for this coming Sunday. Despite my humiliation, my cock throbbed in anticipation....the damn thing having a mind of its own.