Hot Wife Stories: Spice up our family life Part II

We left home around 5pm, getting to the motel & taking some time to unpack the overnight bags. When Tony went in to take a shower I slipped back to the car to obtain my “special bag” for the evening. As he exited the bathroom he found me standing in nothing yet a kick-ass pair of stiletto heels, black, thigh high stockings & a skimpy g-string. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a look on my husband’s face, yet it was all radiating from approval. I gave my best sexy walk over to him, & since he was nude already, I could see his cock starting to grow from excitement. I led him to the straight back wooden chair, told him to sit down & then eagerly handcuffed his wrists behind him as well as binding his ankles. At first he looked very confused, & then asked me where I had gotten handcuffs from, I just said, “Shhhh,” & continued the captivity.

Walking back & forth in front of him, letting my ass jiggle just enough & my large breasts sway to tease him, I began explaining how the past 19 months had been all approximately him, him, him, his work, his schedule, his thoughts, his stories, his life, & nothing included me, so today, today was going to be MY day, whether he liked it or not. I proceeded to tell him that I would be in charge, he would call me ma’am, ask no questions, throw no rage my direction, & just accept the fact that he was now a cuckold. Before he could utter a response, there was a knock on the motel room door. I stood back as I opened it, just in case it would be housekeeping or something, yet it was Butch, right on time & looking extremely excited.

As he walked into the room & took off his coat, the rest of his clothing followed, he was wasting no time, maybe thinking I would alter my mind, or maybe just because of his horniness that’s been building all week long. Tony was getting furious, his face was red & the huge vein on his temple was bulging, as he started to open his mouth to put up a fight, I greeted him with my fingers over his lips & said, “Remember dear, you’re a cuckold, you have nothing to say.”

Butch immediately dropped to his knees & began to lick my slit that was already extremely creamy, my clit grew quickly against his tongue & my breathing told me that this would be a day I would never forget. After two orgasms from his oral stimulation, I noticed his dick couldn’t possibly obtain any harder, the skin was stretched tightly. I laid back across the bed, lifting my legs high into the air, making sure we were turned in a way that Tony would see every thrusting motion we made against one another. I was surprised by Butch’s endurance, giving how long he’d waited for this, he was going to do it right.

When he buried his face in my shoulder & his body began to tremble, I knew his orgasm was approaching quickly. He pulled out of me just enough to spew my vaginal lips with his salty cum, up my belly & across my tits were covered as well. There must have been a gallon of spunk! He rolled over, trying to catch his breath as I was doing the same. I lost count of how many times my orgasm ripped through me. As per our plans when he was composed, he didn’t say a word to me or to Tony, just softly placed a kiss on my lips, received dressed & left. I turned towards my husband & his face looked drawn, disappointed & humiliated, yet his cock told me how he was really feeling. I received up & walked over to his chair, unlocking the cuffs, & untying the binds on his ankles. I expected him to lurch at me with anger, yet instead, he just sat. So, I brought the finishing touch of my plan in. I again laid back on the bed & told him that as my cuckold husband, he would service me & do the clean up duties. He stood up & walked to the bed, bending over his mouth gobbled up the now cold cum from my tits, belly & smooth vaginal mound, from there he parted my swollen lips & ate the creampie remnants of my cuckold experience.

We never spoke approximately what happened the rest of the day, & I never did let him cum, all a part of my plan. What he didn’t know was this was not going to be our first time of him being humiliated & me being pleasured.

Cuckold Stories: The Benefits of Social Networks

Working the late shift didn’t leave me a lot of personal time to do things in the normal daylight hours, so most everything I accomplished was done via online. Just like any red blooded male, whenever I logged on, I had to check out what the world of porn had to offer, what new strains of sexuality was out there being advertised & was it something that would fit the needs that I’ve felt for so very long. It’s complex to understand an itch that lies so beneath the surface that I’m not even sure what sort of title to donate it, & there’s no way I could ever talk to anyone else approximately it, where would I commence & what would they think of me. So, I kept things to myself. But one night I created a profile on Facebook hoping to find some people who share the same interests so we could talk & discuss various movies & sites of interests.

Never using my real name of, Benjamin, I came up with something I thought was catchy & created a profile, joined several groups, read what others wrote there & checked their profile pictures. I closed the lid on my laptop & never realized what a journey these past few minutes had created for me. The next morning, over a cup of coffee I logged back on to Facebook & much to my surprise I had three messages! The first two were pretty much what I would call a standard response, “I like your profile, would you like to chat?” Yeah, ok, I won’t delete, I may be desperate one day, yet it was the third that really grabbed me in areas that have never felt so stimulated. Her reply was this; “You are a worthless cuckold, you don’t deserve to have any say over your own body, & you certainly should never orgasm unless you’ve been given permission. Your only place in this world should be at my feet, catering to my needs.” I must have read this reply a hundred times before I went browsing the internet trying to find out more approximately the whole cuckold thing. I somehow ended up on cuckold.com website with many site reviews & after reading a bit more & checking the sites it finally seeped into my mind that the woman from facebook was exactly right, it was like she looked into my soul & found the person I’ve been ignoring, yes, I was a cuckold, finally, a name for it.

With my hands trembling I replied to the woman with a simple, “I’m a cuckold, at your command.” Within minutes she was back, she was again reaching inside of me & pulling forth the submissive side of my very being.

Her orders were easily understood, I didn’t question them & I certainly didn’t ignore them. The first thing I did was pick up the phone & call off work for the evening, I didn’t want anything to interrupt the plans she was making. I showered & left my apartment, driving 20+ miles to the address of the motel she gave me, I parked the car & waited in front of room 4 just like she said. About 5 minutes after this attractive woman opened the door, she would have been a hot wife for anyone, yet today she was going to be my ruler, I was going to succumb & be what she orders me to be.

I walked inside, shaking, nervous, excited & yes, hard. She pointed to a blank wall across from the king sized bed & ordered me to strip & stand in front of it. There was no hiding my erection, & she immediately noticed. Walking towards me with her long, auburn hair hanging loosely down the middle of her back, her stiletto heels cracking against the carpet with a thud that meant business, she looked me square in the eye & said, “Get as complex as you want, yet if I see one drop of pre-cum dripping from that pathetic dick, you will leave immediately!

The bathroom door opened & a naked man walked into the room, with a cock twice as large as mine he immediately took her in his arms & commence to passionately kiss her. I was confused for a moment, watching her be like this seductive kitten with him & yet be so extremely harsh with me, it was conflicting, yet it was moreover arousing. She dropped to her knees, sucking his manhood to the root, fondling his balls & then raking her long, red painted nails down the side of his bare hips. He lifted her, walked her backwards to the bed & laid her back, lifting her long legs high into the air, all I could really see was the point to her heels & the muscles in the cheeks of his ass as he thrust deeply into her vaginal area. He was fucking her with a fury like I’d never seen, & even though my own cock was more aroused than ever, I would not allow that first drop of shiny spunk to be released. I actually broke into a sexual sweat holding back from wanting to grab my dick & shoot my own load. As this male stranger’s motion quickened, I could tell he was close, I could see his testicles from behind pulling up tight & suddenly he jerked his dick free from her vice gripping vaginal walls, spurting his cum all over her thick, swollen outer lips, allowing it to drip down her slit & cover her ass cheeks as well.

Once she caught her breath she looked at me with the coldness back in her eyes, ordering me to obtain a hot cloth for her lover, & I did, quickly, not wanting to disappoint her in any way. This is what I have always wanted, I wanted to be a cuckold & I was determined to be the best I could. Handing him the wet towel, I went to step back into my place, yet instead she spread her thighs wider & ordered me to my knees, my job as her submissive cuckold was to know cleanse her with my mouth & tongue. I spent the next 30 minutes on my knees, licking up his cold cock juices, & I’ve never felt so satisfied in my life.

The Power of Being A Hot Wife

Daphne always knew her answer to wanting just what she wanted would be her hot looks. With her shapely, long legs & large, ample breasts, that would be her ticket to the financial freedom she desired. So what if her husband was only a toy & a ploy to obtain into the social circles she desired. He bought her the huge house on the hill, the huge rooms, the expensive furniture & supplied her with a long list of credit cards with no limits & a lifestyle that would suit her just fine. He saw her many sides when they were dating, he knew she could be a ruthless bitch when she wanted to be, yet he knew if he wanted to keep her, he would shut up & do whatever she said. He enjoyed having a hot wife like her, a trophy to sport around & show off to all of his predominant friends.

He worked long hours to keep her satisfied, after all, she wanted what he could donate her, yet not himself. He enjoyed their courting time, when she would coo into his ear & seduce him with her charms, yet only when she saw fit to play nice, otherwise, she just asked for money & then had the driver take her to the shops on the most expensive streets. After the lavish wedding & the last guest had left the reception, Stan wondered where his new bride had gone, he looked around the ball room, checked the hallways, yet no sign of her. He walked outside & heard sounds coming from the limo, still decorated with the “Just Married” sign & the pale blue streamers. He opened the back door to find his raven haired hot bride straddling the driver, riding his complex cock like he was a bronco she was trying to break. She stopped only long enough to order him behind the wheel, to turn the mirror so he wouldn’t miss one passion filled moment of her sexual interlude, & that is when he realized he was her cuckold husband & if he didn’t want to lose her, then he would obey.

Now, nearly three years after their wedding night, nothing has changed, he continues to work long hours to support her desires, & she continues to bring fuck partners home to flaunt in front of him. She has him service them both, to bring them drinks, & warm towels to clean them up once their orgasms have erupted. She forever humiliates him & degrades him in whatever manner she can come up with, whether that means sending pictures of herself with a lover, & of course Stan in the background watching to his law partners, or placing a personal ad in the local newspaper, with her name & picture, advertising for lovers, with notice that her cuckold husband will be forced into watching each sexual endeavor.

Sometimes she would just make him watch once the action started, yet many times it would be more than that. He knew that every Friday night at 8pm, he was to be at the door, awaiting the arrival of her newest partner, to open the door for him, take his coat & direct him to the bedroom. There she would be sprawled across the plush bed, with her thigh high stockings, tight clinging lingerie & of course those deadly high heels of hers, looking like a vision with her raven colored hair curling & framing her delicate features.

She was beautiful, there was no doubt approximately it, & she held such a spell over him, it was almost an honor at times for him to service her whims. In the corner, next to the foot of the bed was an uncomfortable straight back chair, what she would call his cuckold perch, & that was the spot he had to be, to view every touch of fingers, the sliding of tongues, & of course the penetration of passion.

Tonight Daphne was feeling extremely dirty, & she wanted to humiliate Stan as much as she could, just to drive her pleasure over the edge into a euphoria that none of them would ever forget. As her lover spread himself across the bed & began to suck on her hardened nipples she ordered Stan to remove his clothing, & as he quickly stripped she made it a point to degrade him for the small penis that he sported, ridiculing him in every way possible. As her passion grew so did the bitterness of her words, & then she gave him the ultimate command of stroking his worthless, cuckold cock while she would feel true sexual satisfaction. Taking his shrunken meat into his fingers he pulled & jerked to obtain the blood rushing & it did, his cock grew with the anticipation of trying to please Daphne. As her body was ravished by her lover & her long legs were placed over his shoulders, she turned to see that Stan did indeed have an erection. She plied him with pathetic commands, telling him of his worthlessness & it seemed the more she humiliated him, the harder he would get, yes, Stan had indeed become the perfect for her.

As her own orgasm was approaching she could tell that Stan was moreover close to shooting his submissive load across his belly, & she wasn’t approximately to let that happen, this was for her pleasure only, not his. She ordered him to stop jerking on his pitiful dick, & even though his rhythm stopped, the pained look across his face told her she was indeed torturing him. Her hips bounced with such force, as she & her lover exploded together in a mind blowing orgasm. With Stan’s erection still more than apparent, he’s now left with the task of being the

My Wife At The Club

The beat was pounding in the dark, smoky light at the club as I watched my wife dance with her new acquaintance. A sort of Rave song was on, the beat all throbbing & techno, making me want to join them. But I knew better. This was her night & we had both agreed to play by the rules. Hey, those rules aren’t every one’s cup of tea, I know that, yet there have been times when I was actually very pleased approximately them. I don’t care what anyone thinks, I like my wife being pleased – it’s sort of a “whatever it takes” philosophy, I guess. And sure, I may have this Inner Wimp that sort of craves all this.

She intertwined her hands behind his head as the beat intensified, surprising him as he looked over at me, briefly. leaned in to his ear & yelled something, he laughed, placed his hand on her hip, cradling it, & they danced on. His hand rode around her back side, onto her ass, feeling her up as I watched, running up & down the crack of her gorgeous butt. I could see his attention was now totally on her, unrestricted. He then ran his hand up her front as he dragged his fingers around her breasts while dancing. He circled them a few times & she stayed there, sticking them out for him, in fact. Then he grabbed them both & held them. She was getting very, very wet, this I knew. Things were unquestionably going the way she wanted them. I watched them kiss, each leaning in, her tongue licking his lips wantonly now as they moved slower while the crowd around them bounced up & down wildly. His hand went back to her breasts, going smoothly from one to the other, raking across the front of her low cut neckline. His hand finally disappeared down her front & she looked over at me. I watched him cup her bare breast under the dress & I saw her breath intake suddenly as he grabbed her hard. He squeezed & she held my eyes while this was going on. This is what she wanted – for me to watch her getting taken in front of God & everybody. She loved being the slut while I sat & watched. This is our secret love life & I am a true cuckolded husband.

This dancing went on for only a short period because I could tell our train was ready to pull out. As I sat with my small dick as complex as a rock, I reflected on how we received to here. It was not a “long” journey at all. She said I did not please her sexually yet she liked the relationship & would prefer to keep it yet under the ‘current’ conditions. She always said after she was actually surprised I accepted it so readily, yet the fact was, I actually enjoyed it. I enjoyed seeing her made into a slut & being used. I moreover liked seeing her use men the way only a woman can. The truth is, & maybe even more importantly, I moreover liked getting used.

As they came to the table, red faced & sweaty, his hand on her ass & her wiggling to his touch, she plopped down beside me, leaned in & whispered in my ear: “I want this one & he wants to come over. I’m going to blow him in the car, honey.”

With that, she turned back to him & smiled, saying, “Well, Don, are you ready to come over?”

When he smiled & nodded, we offered to drive, & he accepted. He did not live far from here, so we became his chauffeurs. And what a ride he got!

We received in the car, them in the back & me driving. As I started it up & began pulling out, her head was already out if sight. I could hear his zipper come down & then I heard her sigh, “Ohhhhh, my. God Don, your cock is beautiful! It really needs some satisfactory sucking. Do you mind?”  I didn’t hear the reply yet the progress was pretty obvious from the ensuing silence, broken now & then by her moans & the sounds of a cock getting sucked. She was always a loud cock sucker, loving the popping sound as it popped out of her mouth, like some lollipop. This accompanied us home for our short yet intense drive.

We received home & I could hear her sigh of reluctance, combined with some fierce final sicks on him, then she sat up, her hair mussed up & her lipstick a yet smeared. I love that look. Her top was completely down & her tits hung out incredibly sexy-like. They are huge & gorgeous. Like I said, she was made to fuck. I let her gather herself & we made our way inside. His smile was non stop & I was not going to stop anything. As we received in, I mentioned I would go make drinks, which is my usual duty. Of course, they did not hear me & I could hear the familiar sound again of that zipper going down.

I took some time making drinks and, when I received back, he was fucking her doggy style. I set the drinks down then sat across from them, watching. “Undo your pants, dear, take them off,” she said between gasps, “I want Don to see how small your cock is. Oh! Oh, God! Oh!” she gasped as he fucked her harder.

Stripped now, my complex cock raging & throbbing, I watched as he began pile-driving her now. Then he did something remarkable. He pulled his cock out & looked at me. “Has she ever had it in her ass?” he asked me.

I blinked. It was something she had never wanted or had. “No.” I said.

“Good,” he answered as he knelt there over her laying on her all fours. “I’m fucking your ass, baby. Get ready.”

Her silence told me she would try it & she did. In fact, when he started, he barely penetrated & she began a mild protest. But he kept at it, inching his way inside. Her protests & her keening lessened as he received deeper until he was, literally, all the way inside her. I could then see she actually backed up into him, almost as if she wanted it. The fact is, she did want it & they fucked like mad people as I slammed my own hand up & down on myself, very near cumming. The room was white hot with sex all around us as I came in a huge rush, splashing cum all over myself & watching my gorgeous wife getting her ass, of all things, completely reamed out.

Finally, Don held his cock tight against her butt & let go – I could see his quivers & almost sense the rushing of cum jetting into her ass. It was amazingly hot & she was beside herself with sexed up passion & her own juices, I think she had cum 3-4 times by now. He finished, his cock plastered inside her ass. When he pulled out, she lay down straight, absolutely exhausted. She looked over at me, finally, sated & all fucked looking & said:

“Come here, Honey, & eat this nice man’s cum out of my asshole.” I was more than glad to do so.

My Wife Loves Black Cock

My wife let me know a “friend” was coming by this evening just approximately the time the man literally arrived.  Any more, she unquestionably runs the timing for these affairs, often presenting me with her naked body doing some dude as shortly as I walk in the dam door. Tonight was no different.  I had taken a shower & came downstairs & there was a sitting across from her, who just came out & asked her to take her clothes off, right then & there.

She brazenly took her top off, exposing her gorgeous tits, playing with them in front of us both & swaying from side to side. “Bart,” she said to her new black friend, “he wants to watch us fuck, I just know it. Can I please suck your dick right now?”

With that she slid down to her knees, her boobs bouncing, & scooted between his legs.  She hungrily opened up his package, pulling out a fucking huge huge cock & began munching on it.My wife, the church-going professional, was now sucking off a black man in front of her husband.  I slid my own pants off & received totally naked.

As she sucked him off, Bart told me to stay where I was, that I would be watching yet not fucking. I think she wants all black tonight, Bro’.  You just watch how a real man fucks a bitch like her. She loves this huge cock, don’t you, bitch?”

“Oh God, yes, I love your huge black cock, Bart.” she said. She looked at me, holding that huge black cock in her hand & smiling. “Look at this.  Isn’t it pretty?  It feels so soft & warm, honey.  It tastes just fabulous, like some yummy lollipop.” She laughed & looked over at me, licking it up & down.

“You going to suck it” Bart asked her. “And make me happy?”

“Yes, Bart, I want to make you happy.  I’ll do anything you want.”she purred.  She jumped on it then, sucking away, looking up, her mouth engorged.

Bart looked over at me & my little erection & he snorted.  “Fuck, no wonder she wantin’ huge black dick, bro’.  You ain’t packin’ shit. Jack off for us while I turn this bitch around & fuck her asshole. You just stay put & whank that little thing.  Later, I’ll let you cum on her.”

I sat & watched as they apparently forgot approximately me for some time.  She sucked his cock for a hell of a long time, then they fucked.  Bart turned her around a few times & I watched as they wrestled in the Missionary Position as well, writhing in sexual ecstasy in ways I have never seen her act before nor ever taken part in personally.  She was so hungry it was truly amazing, just begging for the fucking. Needless to say, she had never been like that with me. She attacked him as much as he attacked her as I sat, watching it all take place like a spectator, As they fucked she would look over at me & sometimes smile – the only attention I got.

He turned my wife around & slid his huge cock bit by bit inside her small ass.  We had never tried this so I realized it was her first time as well.  She gasped as it began. “It’s too big, Bart!” she whined, as the pain of entry was taking her breath. I had to admit, watching him force that huge unit inside her was pretty fucking hot.

But he kept at it, pouring some oil down between them from the table and, before I knew it, Bart said “Look here, bro’.  My cock is all the way in.  This whore loves some ass fucking.”

Sure enough, he was buried inside her, jammed totally inside.  She had been utterly silent during this.  Not a peep as her nervous acceptance of his huge cock inside her ass had taken 100% of her concentration.  Suddenly, Bart pulled his cock out a bit & she moaned, “Oh God, fuck me.”

Bart rammed his cock back inside her ass, causing her to shriek. He pummeled her ass repeatedly, fucking her, & it was astonishing seeing her ass moving backwards to catch more cock.  She was on fucking fire now. They kept at it like this for a short while & I could see he was getting ready to cum. He looked over at me, laughing suddenly, & I could see that he was approximately to erupt inside her ass.

It was fucking stunning watching all that cum – & it was huge – he exploded inside her & then pulled it out, still spurting, straddled her chest & held his cumming cock over her face. smacking her in the face & lips. . Bart pushed away & told me to sit & watch him “finish”. He then grabbed her head in both hands & stuck his huge cock all the way inside her throat & began fucking like that, still filling her with cum. It was the hottest thing I ever saw. She was apparently beside herself in lust..

After all that, Bart relaxed & sat back, his huge dick beginning to throb less and, finally, to droop, glistening with cum & her saliva. She had some sort of amazingly satisfied look on her face, yet she had me in mind for one last chore.

“Dear, you have been a very satisfactory boy this time & I want to reward you for this. You can come closer now & suck Bart’s cum from my ass.”  She moaned.

I bent down as instructed, stuck my tongue in her creamy ass, then began harvesting cum for her. She enjoyed it thoroughly, I could tell, as her hands went around my head & forced me harder into her behind.

Needless to say, Bart has become a regular over at our place.  I heard he brought his friends by a few times recently & I can’t wait to see what she does with them. All I know is, I obtain tremendous breakfasts in the morning any more & she lets me watch her masturbate wildly, talking all kinds of shit. She is a purring woman, nowadays.