Daniel’s Dick

Daniel’s Dick
Natalie and I hadn’t tried the cuckold scene before even though we’d talked about it. I knew that she was nervous and I certainly was. What if, despite what she said about being ready to run a cuckold, she was disgusted with me afterwards and kicked me out? What if the thing was just too explosive for her and after one go we turned to an emotional freezer- with no sex whatsoever? Anything might happen- I knew that. But as we got to know the new guy at my work place, Daniel, my lovely brunette wife seemed ready to go for it. He was so suave, so arrogant and it turned her on. She wanted me to ask him to fuck her. I pleaded no. We should start with a stranger and a white guy- someone that we could see this as a one off adventure with. But she wanted Daniel. She wanted black dick, superior dick, the prick of a guy who believed that he could take any woman that he wanted and keep her there- on the strength of his manly attractions.
So I decided that we had to try. I had to see whether I could cope with seeing her go to pieces on Daniel’s dick. She had to see what terrible comparisons might be made after he had serviced her. We were going to the pub, with Daniel and Natalie asked me what I thought Daniel would like to see her wear? I knew- he had remarked on her look once before. So she squeezed into the leather hot pants and the Victorian lace up boots, the tight bound, oh so disciplined bitch look. She was putting herself on a plate for him and I guessed that the whole pub would know that. Every leery onlooker would guess that Daniel was taking her home to fuck. I fixed the string of pearls around her throat, slipped the extravagant rings on her fingers that he had once noted, and squirted on the perfume around her cleavage that he liked. Then I quivering with anxiety, and Natalie with excitement, went to the pub. She said as we walked to the pub door, ‘this is your last chance…once Daniel is fucking me I won’t give him up?’ and I nodded, ‘understood’ I said.
I remember we sat in a secluded alcove and beneath the table Daniel put his hand on her thigh. It was as if he guessed that he was on this afternoon. Natalie told me to ‘run along and play pool- you always want to’ and I did as I was told. I didn’t want to, I’m crap at pool as I am in bed according to my wife, but that was where I was sent. I heard Daniel ask whether she could make me ‘disappear like that anytime’ and she smiled and said yes. She said that he could too, he had only to order something and I would do it. He wanted to try that out and made me fetch drinks for them both which he accepted without any thanks. Presumably I wasn’t worth the effort. The girl who I was playing pool with, rotund but worldly wise said, ‘he’s fucking your wife right?’ and I nodded. She replied, ‘I can see why she prefers him…no offence mate.’
The petting and the flirting lasted around half an hour, enough time to lose all my matches against Miss Rotunda. I paid her the winnings and then followed my wife and her lover out. I drove the car home with them petting freely in the back. The hardest thing was seeing her in the rear view mirror snog open mouthed with him. Natalie told me to concentrate on the driving and I apologised. They had decided she told me to have me come up to the bedroom, because Daniel wanted to establish his supremacy. She had though begged him to have me blindfolded once I had seen the sheer girth of his cock. He was longer than me for sure, but it was the thickness of his snake that did my head in. I could see how what emerged from his jeans could fit inside Natalie’s cunt.
A silk scarf was found and Natalie wrapped around my head, so I could see nothing. She wanted this little bit of privacy the first time. The scarf though had an amazing effect. I’d heard that people who went suddenly blind, quickly appreciated their other senses- that they attuned to other things bloody fast and that was true for me. I remember I sat at the foot of the bed, sensing thwe warmth of the sun on my face from the window and feeling the bed jiggle as Daniel took down her hot pants and then her thong. The leather material landed against my head as it was tossed aside and then there was the sound of kissing. You can hear people kiss. You can hear all the little moans and the whimpers as their lips lock together and presumably Daniel’s fingers descended to her sex. I remember waiting to hear the drawer go. The drawer where we kept the sheaths for this moment. We had always said that we would sheaths- but there was no sound of an opening drawer. Instead, a little later I heard Daniel say that he was going to ride her bareback- there was no other babe in his life and this would be exclusive. I heard her whisper meekly ‘yes…of course’.
There is a squelch sound when a cock enters cunny- at least when it enters a wet cunny. By the time that I heard that sound, there was ample time to have got Natalie that way. You could feel her wriggle and writhe, making the bed shift as he pushed her legs apart and tongue her cunt, pushed his fingers inside and up to her G spot. Little moans, sudden gasps and even ‘oh darling’ squashed me then. Hearing the squelch sound as he plugged into her, destroyed me. It caused my wife to scream. It was the sort of deep, needful, almost primordial scream that indicated utter pleasure. It was an instinctive scream and I understood why. The bastard was stretching her, brutally stretching her cunt and wrecking her for me.
Beds bounce, the shift and move in four or five ways that you can feel through the back of your head if you sit against them on the floor. Now every sound and every movement was accompanied by an intoxicating aroma. It was the raw, sinuous, thrusting smell of sex. Each time that he pulled back from the deep thrusts, it must have allowed her perfume to explode outwards. I could smell heat, and saltiness- I don’t know how. Perhaps it’s an association in your head kind of thing. I only knew that I didn’t need to see her legs up over his burley shoulders, curling and squirming with the lusty pleasure. I could picture them there- all courtesy of the perfume in the room!
Daniel was used to riding harder and longer than Natalie. That first time she begged him to come with her just a few minutes into the copulation. He didn’t. The bastard brought her off on his stiff member, wriggling and gasping with the force of her climax and then when she had caught breath again, started to work her up relentlessly again. I could hear my wife’s breath catch, hear her panting for breath and swearing how big and handsome he was. She had always wanted him it seemed. ‘Good babe…that’s fine..we’ll get your pansy boy up to sniff your cunt once I’ve seeded you’ Daniel said in a growl.
Dirty ideas work on women too. I heard Natalie gulp for air and beg him to come inside her and this time he did do that. I felt the bed jolt again and again- and in concert the screams of my wife as she took his spunk. Daniel gasped this time- a deep gravelly gasp. I knew what it meant and then I heard Natalie, ‘oh darling, darling’ as they shuddered together.
Silence…and stillness. How long did that last? Perhaps a minute. Perhaps a bit more. Then though I sensed him pulling out of her and I was dragged up by my ear and directed to the honey pot. You could smell Natalie’s arousal long before my mouth met her sex. She exuded heat and excitement. When her thigh brushed my ear I could feel the skin still quivering from the force of their sex. Then my wife pulled my mouth onto her sex and I tasted the thick, repugnant gloopy mess that trickled out of her slit. Don’t mistake this- even if you learn to like licking out cream pie, the first time I swear, it is always repugnant. It’s about knowing what it is and why it is there. It’s the terrible realisation that it’s not yours and she prefers it that way. The rush of thoughts counter act any tide of arousal that you might be feeling. You gag and gulp and then, Natalie said, ‘lick me out.’
I licked and at first she laughed. I thought she was sneering at me, but later she said that Daniel was making a gesture with his thumb, indicating my position beneath hers. She laughed too because if you lick a wet and recently exercised cunny it tickles. It takes a moment or two for the arousal to recharge. When it did, I felt her nails dig into my scalp and wedge my mouth on her sex as she gasped, ‘go on damn you…fucking hell, lick it up you pathetic little bastard.’ Blindfolded, I couldn’t believe Natalie had said that. But she did. It was her voice- a voice that was changed now.