u/Areluctantcuck

Over the next few months, my husband and I fell into somewhat of a rut sexually. I felt sad. As if I weren’t enough for him. We barely had sex. And when we did, it wasn’t what I know it could be. I would suck my husbands semi hard cock. Still filling my mouth, but no reaction. Remembering his words constantly about how I couldn’t compare to others he had drooling for his massive cock. I would look up at his disinterested face. Our eyes meeting and both thinking the same things, him wanting a better dick sucker to satisfy his massive cock. Me, feeling small and lacking the skills to satisfy this man and his amazing cock. His cock was constantly on my mind. I would watch it as he would walk. Even with his very tight underwear, it would protrude, demanding attention and praise. Radiating a power and manliness that I couldn’t never understand. Something so many lusted for; hoped for; begged for. Would do anything for.

We would sit on the couch and I would maneuver it out of his pants or underwear and hold it. Soft in my hands as it would still bend over my my pointer finger from its massive size. Although sex had lessened. It seems that my husband sensed my inadequate nature too. It freed a submissiveness in me that wasn’t natural up until that point. It came from a place of making up for what I lacked in the relationship, what I lacked physically. It came with feelings and thoughts that I hadn’t allowed space for before he cucked. Me that first time. I began buying more and more things for him. We would go out to dinner more. I took it upon myself to cook and clean more often. Chores becoming my sole responsibility.

I would clean the entire house every week. He would let me. Sometimes pointing out things that needed more attention. My husband seemed to naturally take advantage of the change in my demeanor. He made gift lists for things he wanted. And I reviewed the list constantly. Buying many of them and keeping them for days that I wanted to make him happy; days that I felt “lacking” more than usual and days I wanted to have sex with him. I only wanted his attention and affection. I was willing to do anything for it.

And him, this naturally chiseled man, wanted to be appreciated for his gifts, and taken care of the way he felt he deserved. Like we both felt he deserved.

It started with gifts and me doing all of the chores. Me having to make a conscious decision to “please him” since I knew I wasn’t doing it sexually. I don’t know when it happened, but it became me doing more and more for him. He would say he was thirsty, and I would stop whatever I was doing to ask him what he wanted and then go get it. The same with food, or needing a massage, everything. My mind just blocked thinking about any of it. And I just did it. Gleefully. I don’t know if he was conscious of it or if he was doing like I was and just sliding into these new roles. But we did. And he would look at me and smile when I bought him something. Or when I did things for him. And that smile would fill me with enough love and happiness to go until he would begin distancing himself. He showed me less affection. Less attention. And I would fix it for us with the next purchase, with the next service.

My accounts were draining. My focus on myself had almost completely shifted to our focus on him. Like a drug, I needed that attention and affection from him. In any form that it presented itself. I would suck his soft cock. And look up at him and ask if he liked something I bought him. He would smile and his dick would harden some. Most times. When we had sex, we would start with him watching porn. He would tell me to come over and suck his cock as he would find something he liked. He became more and more vocal about lusting after other guys he thought were hot. “I would fuck that guy so deep!” Or, “damn that guy is sucking that dick so good, I would blow my load in his pretty mouth.” In those times, his dick was so hard. And I, being the recipient of his rock hard cock in those instances. Mixing the signals of being the reason for that hardness, I would revel in it. “Damn, your dick is so big compared to his!” To get him his hardest, I would ask him about fucking other guys; especially the guy he cucked me with. I didn’t realize what I was saying many times. Blinded by a haze because I was so horny, and so was he. But we were both unknowingly conditioning ourselves. My husband was both of our focus. His happiness and pleasure came first. Mine came through him being happy. He began sending me videos when I was horny. When I was begging his for sexual attention.

One day, I had been sending him hot pics of myself. But he wasn’t really responding to them. I know that I can’t compete with all the online guys. Pivoting, I started asking him what he liked about the other guy. What he had that was better than me? I don’t want to be a cuck. I wanted to have sex with my husband. I wanted him to love me and fuck me daily. Instead, I’m asking him how did the guy’s ass feel when he first stuck his dick in him. I ask how kissing him was. I asked if he liked licking his ass. I asked if he loved it being someone else. And my husband texts me that he loved having his tongue sucked by this cock hungry man. The same tongue that was deep in the boy’s ass. He said that he did like that it was someone else. And that he liked how much I’ve focused on him and that he didn’t have to waste time on me at all. He said he really wanted to have the guy sleep in our bed that night. So that my husband could wake up and fuck him when he’s horny in the middle of the night. He shared that the boy wasn’t used to size like his and was in obvious Pain from the pounding, but he kept begging for his massive dick. He said he loved the feelings he has, when he has complete control over other guys sexually and that he missed it since we’ve been together. He said that I was the love of his life, and that I was supposed to be submissive to him. But conquering other guys and having a bunch of side guys is what made him feel most alive.

One day, I was close to getting home. I was so horny now, envisioning all the things my husband did with this boy. How he felt. And how deep he had cum inside of him. Then, I get a text from my husband. It’s a video. Immediately I see my husband’s huge dick on my screen. I play the video and it’s him in our garage. Stroking his own dick. His dick so huge. I hear from the video,”I get so hard thinking about my cock, this cock, stuffed in his ass. Fucking him so deep. He’s never been fucked that good. He kept begging me and begging me for my massive cock. He tasted so good when I ate his ass
And got it ready for this cock. I bet you’re so hard now. I bet you wish you could see me fucking that boy. You want me to fuck him again, don’t you. God you loved me fucking him. You were such a good boy, being so quiet. Staying in your room while I had my way with him. I know you were so hard listening to me use his ass…ughgg.” He stops talking as his pace sped up. The video shaking. His dick getting even bigger on screen as a little cum squirts from his cock. Then, him still Stroking his hard dick, rope after rope of cum begin launching onto my garage floor. Video still going, he’s stroking his cock, ensuring every drop is released from his monster cock onto the floor. He slows down. Obviously panting and winded. He has some on his hand and he flings it down onto the ground with a quick flick of his hand. He zooms into all the cum that’s on the floor. His precious nectar that makes me feel so loved when it’s inside of me. I hear his voice again, “I left a treat on the floor for you to clean up.”

This feeling has been so present and recurring lately. I fell into a mixed haze of disappointment and sexual arousal that I hadn’t felt since he had fucked his Grindr hookup only steps away from me. When I tip toed over to their door and listened in on my husband fucking another man in our room. Their shared moans. The lust they shared. My husband pulling the boy in close to stretch his Insides deeper and wider than ever before. My husband loves getting his seed as deep as it will go and so I know their sex ended with the boy laying facedown on the bed. Bubble butt lifted up in the air, angled perfectly for my husband. Begging to be filled. And my mighty husband, wrapped the boys arms with his muscular arms. His chest pushing the boys back down. So only the boys ass had freedom of movement. It begged my husband to slam into it. And my husband knows what to do with begging holes. Just pistoning his hips like the fuck machine he is, he just smashed down into the boy until he was ready to erupt. Then a whisper in the hole’s ear. “You’re going to make me cum!” And when he feels that warm hot lava erupt, he smashes onto the perky ass, pancaking it so that his massive dick rearranges the fuck tube. He pushes as hard and as deeply as he can and holds it there so that his first four or five shots are deep enough to take a couple of days before they make their way out, if they do at all. There have been times that I never released his juices. My body absorbing them. Translating them into happiness. And in this case, giving them to someone much more deserving than me.

I was so sad that he didn’t let me be a part of him getting off. Even if I could have just stroked his dick. I would have used both hands. I would have stayed fully clothed or done it in the dark. I would have let him pound me into submission. I would have paid for the chance to be under him as he came. Covering me with his juices. Making me feel…worthy of him. But none of that happened. Instead, I felt unworthy of it. My mind raced with, “this is what you deserve. You know he should get what he wants. And you’re not giving it to him. He’s going to leave you. He could do better. Your dick is so small. He’s so tired of your ass. You can’t even suck his dick well. That’s basic. That’s one o’ one. Every guy cums from blowjobs. And you can’t even do that.” I put my finger into the now cold cum. I’m saddened by my loss.

In the same moment. I replayed the video he sent me. Seeing his rock hard cock. His hand taking forever to slide from the base to the head. I think about the time he took to share that with me. I fantasized that he shared it with someone else too. The person that he wanted to impregnate his holy cum with. I pictured him fucking his Grindr hookup. And my unworthy four incher rock hard couldn’t help dripping through my work pants.

My damp finger, coated with his drying cum and dirt from our garage floor finds its way into my mouth. I’ve never done that before. I’m ashamed. But don’t realize the length of shame yet because of this sex hazy I find myself in. I also simultaneously felt ignited by the power it had. By the hold it had over me. I worship this man in his ownership of who he is and what he deserves. My true self coming out of hiding. I love this man. I love being lesser than him. And him choosing me. I want to serve him. I want him to take the things he wants and to take them from me. I tell myself things in my head that normally would cause more shame and humiliation. But I want. No. NEED him to be his authentic self. This is where I belong. I get on my knees in service to him. Reminded of my place on the floor and imagining him standing above me. This is who we are. This is how I keep him and make him happy.

In that moment. With the sex haze blinding every feeling of self preservation, I give in to whom we are becoming. I feel relief like I’ve never felt before. At peace. With the comfort of knowing this pitiful person is who I am. I own it immediately. I unzip my pants. My small pecker already sticking out, completely engorged. If you can call something that small engorged. Kneeling on the floor. I put another finger of his cum from the floor into my mouth. I close my eyes. And I imagine him fucking someone better in our house right now. I take my index finger and thumb and begin to stroke the head of my pinky sized penis. All thoughts now. Only thoughts now. Are of HIM.

The cum comes fast. Seconds. Hard. My head hot. The shame floods me immediately. And I cry while cum still drips from my tiny unit. “Why am I this way?” I think. Why do I keep thinking of him fucking other guys while I’m denied? Why do I feel like…shame hits me as painfully as my knees now feel. Pants and underwear down by my knees. Dick dripping cum onto the floor next to his. Pants dirty. I feel like Crying. I take a deep breath. Shamefully, I feel oddly comfortable with who I’m becoming. “Fuck, you’re pathetic.” Falls from my lips. “He deserves more. And you know it.”

I put myself together and clean up the floor. I wash my mouth out. I put my work pants into the laundry with their dirty knees. And I reply to his video,” Thank you so much, that was fucking hot! You’re so fucking hot!” He immediately gets another message from me. But from Zelle. It’s $100 with a message…”you’re my fantasy.” And nothing has been the same since.

My husband had begun writing fantasy stories. They are on my page and cannot be posted to this room since they are fiction.
That stories were the result of my husband needing more. Wanting more. He was already taking all of the extra income we had to use on new clothes and his many hobbies. Colognes, and jewelry. He then started talking about threesomes.

“We could get a hot verse boy.” He said, “It would be so hot to watch some guy fuck you while I pounded him. Share you and double team you. Stretch out all of your holes.” We talked about this one for a few weeks. Each time letting me know that I would be a core part of the cream lies that were sure to come.

I, on the other hand, didn’t want to bring another person into the relationship. I was worried they would bring my dick insecurities back. That I would lose my husband. That he would stop loving me. We fought about this. And so instead of immediately trying a threesome, he ventured into writing these fictional stories that included some element of threesomes…to get me excited about the experience I imagine.

This first story was of a threesome. It engorged my dick. Reminding me of my love of sex. And reminding me of my very small size where I could only play one role. That of the hole. The one that gets pounded. Told how to lay. Moved into positions that were uncomfortable so that those with “normal” sized dicks could enjoy the friction on their cocks. The sole purpose of our experiences for them to experience joy through repeated friction and climax. My job, always to be that vessel. To focus on their pleasure. To enjoy their use of me as a means for “us” to be pleasured.

And so the picture that my husband painted convinced me of a new reality where we introduced another guy for both of us to enjoy. At least, I thought I agreed. We sat on the couch and he downloaded Grindr. His pictures already on the app. Multiple DINGS immediately chiming. He looks over at me, that’s from when we were on a break. Although it seemed more recent to me. It began an argument. And so we didn’t have a threesome. We had a fight.

A few weeks later. We have a similar experience. I again agree to a threesome. My husband jumps onto Grindr. Ding after ding. He was focused only on his screen. Face lit up from the many boys he was interested in. His dick raging hard through his jeans. I was hard. Super hard. I was also hot. I felt Sick. Like I was going to throw up. I again ask if we can just skip since I didn’t feel well. I could see his frustration and anger. But he was kind that night and offered to get me some medicine from CVS. Which he left for and returned a couple of hours later.

The third time I agreed to a threesome with my husband was a normal Saturday. He was so excited! he smiled. He kissed me so deeply. Ushering me into the bedroom. Kissing me, he lowered his pants. Putting his hand on my head he lowers my head to his cock. Sits back onto the bed, keeping his hand taught on my head so that I don’t release the suction on his raging cock.

I sucked on his cock with the intention of making him cum. His rock hard almost eight inches humming with excitement. I begin to hear Grindr notifications going off. My husband searching for our third. Texting back and forth. Producing precum at levels great enough to fill cups; of which I gladly swallowed over and over as I spun my tongue around his head begging for more. He stops typing, turns his phone towards me and there is a picture of a 20 year old slim black man. He swipes and shows me a dick as large as my arm, and then swipes and shows me an ass that could balance a box of cereal. And my heart drops. I feel like throwing up. I get really anxious and exclaim, “I’m so sorry. I just can’t do this. It’s a lot. I’m sorry.” He gets so angry. I see the rage in his eyes. He types something to the guy and then blocks him. He pulls his pants and underwear up to hold his cock in his waist band. At least half of his pole sticking out over the elastic because of its large size that screams to be noticed. He walks away, still hard, in anger. And I go to apologize. Beg for forgiveness. Ask to relieve him. He turns to me. “You always fucking do this. It’s the same thing with you. You promise me something and then take it away. You’re fucking cruel.” I immediately cry. “Im so sorry. You’re right. I’m sorry. Ok. Invite a guy over. My stomach hurts. And I feel like I have to throw up. But invite someone over. You’re right. We’re doing this.” And with that, he gets back on. And shows me another picture. “This guy will be here in 10 minutes. I want you to wait in the room. You’re going to ruin this and I’m not having it.” He says. I go to challenge him, but he immediately yells, “stop. You already made me cancel on so many guys. And you know you’re wrong. I don’t want you in there ruining this for us.” Moment later, the doorbell rings.

I’m sitting in the master bedroom on our bed. Door open but you can’t see me. Stomach in my throat. About to throw up. Shivering from the cold that’s my mind. I hear them greet each other at the door. Just steps away. I hear them kissing. Giggling. They walk towards the room I’m in. Stand outside if it for a second and the boy says how hot my husband is. How he can’t wait to suck his massive dick. My husband replies, “I can’t wait to suck your big dick too, before I roll you over and eat that ass.” It’s my husbands favorite pastime, but my heart drops further at the realization that he hasn’t touched or sucked my dick because of its small size. The go into the spare bedroom and I hear kissing. Moans. Laughing. Sucking. “Do you have a condom?” The boys asks. “No, but it’s ok. I’m clean.” And the boy replies, “I love it raw anyway.” The door slams shut. Not angrily, just hurriedly. And I’m sick with anxiousness. I walk into the hallway, trying to hear what’s happening in the other room. I sneak over on tip toes. And I hear the familiar SMACK SMACK SMACK of fucking. My husband forcing moans out of the boy. His thanks and appreciation falling from his lips. “Oh fuck, you’re so fucking big. Fuck fuck fuck. You’re so fucking deep.” My husband using the words as fuel to slam harder and deeper into the boy. “You’re going to make me cum” my husband says. “Don’t stop. Breed me. I want your cum.” And with that, I hear my husbands slams slow. One SLAM. Slow out. another Slam. Slow out. And then, squishing. And then the boys exclaims,” ugggghhh. You’re making me cum!!!” Then silence. Giggling. I hear the bed move and I run on tip toes back to my room. Onto my bed. Out of the way. I hear kisses. “Let’s do this again” “Any time, for real.” They say to one another. And then my husband walks into our bedroom. Completely naked. He lays back on our bed. Sweaty. Tired. Filled with internal warmth and happiness. His dick still hard, though less so now. Drops of cum forcing their way down the length of his cock. Without looking at me, he reaches one hand to my leg. Then to my lap. He touches my rock hard dick and the wet spot that had formed. My cock betraying my feelings of the situation, giving him permission to continue as himself. “That was so fucking good. Im pooped. I’m definitely going to fuck him again. You can suck my dick and get off.” He said. Still not looking at me. In my shame. In my disgust for myself. I wrap my lips around his less swollen cock. Cum and ass juices still coating it. I pull my rock hard dick out using my thumb and index finger to stroke it. He says, “His dick was huge, I could barely get it down my throat!” He exclaimed looking at the ceiling. “When I was fucking him, I grabbed onto it and just kept stroking him. His ass was so tight, I couldn’t last long, but I will last longer next…” and a guttural gggggggghhh comes from my nose and inside my body as I cum harder than I ever have. His cock as deeply in my throat as it will let me. Brain and head warm from nausea. “Good boy.” He said to me for the first time. “Good boy.” He said to me as we fell asleep. Him on his back, my head in his chest and my hand holding his masterpiece.

This was my Husband’s first fantasy story. The story itself is him writing a fantasy. The act of him writing the story happened though. And eventually I read the story, which I’ll share my thoughts on in my next post.

A lot of our relationships have strong boundaries. This is a compilation of experiences and fantasies that break down those boundaries and taboo experiences.

 

The day started out like a typical Saturday.  My husband Anthony  and I just laying on our loungers in the back yard next to the pool.  We had both woken up early, probably because of the normal routine of the week.  I was horny, but Anthony  wasn’t fully awake yet so I just decided to get up, brush my teeth and go outside.  What a spectacular day it was.  We said it often, but we are so lucky to live in paradise.  The birds were chirping, not a cloud in the sky and the palm trees in the background.  I wasn’t outside too long before I hear the French door lock begin to unlock and I see Anthony  already in his swim trunks.  Even having just woken up, he is so sexy.  A six foot tall, latino with caramel skin color.  His head completely shaved and he has a salt and pepper 5 o’clock shadow.  We’ll call it a 6:30 shadow since he hasn’t trimmed it down in a while.  Since we have been in quarantine, we haven’t worked out like we were used to.  I would go 3 times a week, but Anthony  would workout almost every day.  Anthony ’s body though is naturally athletic, and he maintained his muscle outline…especially those shoulers and chest.  His shorts show off his quads and there is just the smallest bump where his dick is.  Too bad for that liner, but itsstill so sexy to see.  He smiles through the door window and walks out and I am renewed in my sexual excitement. 

Luckily I am lying on my stomach while Anthony  (I call him Tony) walks over. “I don’t think today could be any more beautiful”, I say, lumping my husband into that sentiment.  “Nope, it’s a perfect day.” Just then we see just the top of Ben’s landscape truck pull up to the side of the house.   Ben, oh Ben, is a sight on the eyes.  He is the son of the owner of the landscaping company.  Hesprobably about six foot one, just a little taller than Anthony .  Thin twenty two year old.  He has those muscles that lean kids have that cant gain weight and the big muscles of a guy that does hard work for a living.  No need to workout, he has a natural six pack.  I actually don’t think he has any body fat.  He does a pretty good job on the yard, but being able to stare at him makes the monthly cost worth it.  “Want a beer?” Anthony  Asks, and I reply with a “Ha, why the fuck not.  It was such a hard week, lets get this weekend started with a drink.” “At 9am”, I smirk.  

As Anthony  walks away, I get to see his ass.  Small but super perky I am definitely grab those half cantelopes today.  On the way to the kitchen, Anthony  is walking in Ben’s direction.  Anthony  waves at Ben who is now in our yard beginning his work there.  And I see Ben checking out Anthony ’s package.  Or is he?  Is it just because I am horny or was he looking?  I must be horny.  I wave at Ben too and he smiles, puts in his headphones and starts working away.  Wait, I swear I just saw ben adjust his dick.  What?  Of course I was looking.  Everyone does of course.  

 

Anthony  and I had been drinking for a half hour or so, laying out and enjoying the sunshine.  Anthony  stands up and jumps into the water that’s only a foot or two away from out loungers.  Before I jump in, I walk over to Ben…of course I have to talk with him.  At this point, Ben has taken off his shirt and somehow found a way to have more dirt on his face and chest than I think we have in our yard.  “the new brown mulch looks great Ben” I say.  He stops working, “yeah, way better than the red, it just brightens all of your plant colors”. He says this as he’s looking through me.  I look back to where I think he is looking and its Anthony  laying on his stomach on a raft in the pool.  “that was a great idea Ben, thank you” I say.  “What was that?” he says confused.  “The Brown mulch”, I smile.  He snaps back, “oh yeah.  I am happy to help.  Whatever you need.” He stammers.  What a weird and interesting experience.  I swear he’s interested in my husband, but I just don’t know.  He’s of course straight. He has a girlfriend.  This beautiful girl just about his age so he tells us.  He has to be laying the pipe and of course she has to love it.  I just know it.  I mean, I feel that way.  He is definitely packing in those work shorts that he wears.  I always see a bulge.  And as I walk back towards Anthony  I look back at Ben.  His back to me.  That back, with each muscle defined individually.  I see his hand move towards his crotch. Tricep bulging and it definitely looks like he was adjusting his package.

Man am I horny today, I should have just jacked off this morning or something.  I need to cool off before my semi becomes a full hard on, and so I jump quickly into the pool.  The splash pointed directly at Anthony  and he is instantly drenched.  I glide through the water, feeling it cool every part of my body and refresh my mind as I come up to the side of my husband and kiss him gently for having just interrupted his peaceful time in the water.  “im wet now, mind as well jump in”, Tony says with a gaze that places blame.  I just smile innocently and immediately take his place on the raft.  The sun beats down on my body and the shorts cling to my quads, hips and dick as if they are painted on.  Im looking down at my soft five incher to see if its noticeable and I guess Tony sees it too when he comes up because he immediately swims over and puts one arm over my chest with his legs still in the water.  The other arm partially extended and his hand over my dick.  Just his shoulders are out of the water and his head rests inches from my cock.  I try to think about other things, but my dick goes from 5 to 6 to seven quicker than usual and Tony is just staring at me as his hand is on it. 

He smiles and I smile back at him.  Were in our own world, and I can only assume Tony is getting as hard as I am.  TypicallyI would just pull it out and let Tony suck it, but we have to wait for Ben to leave.  And just then I snap out of it more quickly than I fell into it.  BEN! I look over and he is staring at us and walking towards us.  No shirt, dirty as can be.  Sweat drenching he sandy blond hair.  “Hey Ben”, I stammer, “you look hot, want a beer?” “Fuck yeah” the very young man says with more enthusiasm than expected.  I look at Tony, and he knows to go get the beer.  Although we’re a normal couple, Anthony  is more the type to serve, and so he moves to the edge of the pool as I can tell he is adjusting himself. He gets out of the pool with an all too apparent six inch hardon that is facing straight up in his swim trunks.  He doesn’t look at Ben with the hopes that Ben wont notice.  I ask ben, “so how did it go today?” and Ben begins to tell me about all of the things he did to our yard as he is so obviously starting at my husbands mildly tucked hardon.  Ben doesn’t take his eyes off of Antoino’s dick or ass, I cannot tell, I just know he is definitely staring.  While Anthony  is probably trying to get his erection to go down while also getting us a new round of beers and Ben a beer, I ask ben about his day.  “I’m not really doing anything today, you guys are my only job today so probably just video games or something.”, his hands down in front of him hiding the bulge that I clearly see was forming in his gym shorts. 

He is definitely packing.  “We’ll if you have nothing going on, want to jump in?  maybe have a few beers and stay for lunch?”  “THAT WOULD BE AWESOME!  Its hot as balls out here!” he says as he’s already taking off his shoes and socks.  With a splash Ben jumps in and Anthony  is now at the edge of the pool. He must have walked out right as Ben was jumping in. “Hey babe, Ben is going to hang out with us for a little while.  Ben, do you smoke?” “absolutely” he says.  I look at Anthony  and he quickly walks away.  Tony is pretty smart and he knew immediately to go get us a joint, but he probabably doesn’t know all of the other things that I am thinking at this point.  Ben slides out of the water to the side of the pool as Anthony  hands him the joint that he had just gotten and lit.  its apparent to me and I cant imagine anyone not noticing that Antoino hands it to him, but his eyes are focused on this kid’s third leg.  Its sucktioned to the side of his leg and there is no reason to have any clothes on at this point.  The entire outline is there…it looks seven to eight inches soft, or semi soft.  Anthony  is one of those guys that gets hard in seconds, and he is obviously getting hard at the site of this young blond thin naturally strong man’s huge cock.  Just then, ben takes a second puff as he stares at Tony.  His right hand holding the joint, the left had moves down to his cock.  He puts his hand over it and pushes it down.  Tries to tame it, or outline it even more. Either way, I am floored by what is happening.  “So ben, you have no plans today?” Ben takes a long drag of the joint, “definitely not anymore”, he says with a sly smile. I cant think of any other way to spend today”.  Aiden  interjects, “I can think of ways to make it muuuuuch better!”  Tony, looks at me, “Like what?” hearing the way I said “Muuuuuch”.  I hand the joint to Tony and say, why don’t you give this to Ben and see if he can think of any ways to make today better.”

Tony walks over to Ben who immediately understood the opportunity he was just given.  He smiles manacing at me and grabs his fully aroused dick now.  Ben moves his hand from it and the size and thickness amazes me.  This kid has to be eight and a half inches and could probably wear a wrist watch on his cock.  Tony at eye level with this magnificent specimen of a man hands the joint to ben who lays back.  Although he is young, he knows how to play his part.  His dick has pitched an eight inch tent in his shorts and Tony slowly rubs it from the base to the tip.  Ben staring up into the sky, still inhaling.  Tony’s hand reaches Benswaist band. Four fingers entering between his skin and shorts.  My cock is the hardest it has ever been.  This sight of my husband and this young stud has my heart racing.  Tony has always been the bottom, always eager to please.  But now, he goes slow.  Gently pulls the shorts over the massive tool and unveils something the size of a forearm.  Its magnificent. Tony just stares at it and then looks to me for permission.  I give him a smile and a nod and he turns back and licks the salty base with untrimmed pubes, slowly moving to the tip.  He gets to the boysmushroom head and puts only the mushroom in his mouth.  The boy lets out a moan that obvious to all of us is from pure pleasure and totally unintended.  My husband begins to take the boys cock into his mouth and holds the rest with his right hand.  He begins to bob up and down on Bens cock as ben continues to stare into the sky elbows, forearms and hands planting him securely on the ground.  I slowly make my way to the two so to not invade the space.  I grab the back of Tonys head and turn it to me.  I lick the base of the boy’s cock and move up to Tony’s mouth where we begin kissing around, over, between, under and all around the boy’s cock.  We take turns holding the cock for the other person and sucking it. I am a 100 percent top, but I love sucking dick, especially this monster. 

Ben looks down at us servicing him, “I can think of another way to make today better.” There is no question and no conversation.  Aiden  and I reluctantluy stop our sucking onslaught of this 21 year old dick.  We all move towards the bedroom only feet away.  Towel off a little and Ben looks at me, “I have been wanting to fuck you for so long.” We’re both going to fuck my husband today.  I tell Anthony , Go lay down on the bed face down”. He immediately does.  When It comes to sex, I become a Dominant god.  Six foot 3 inches, blond, and currently the hardest I have ever been.“do you want to taste that?” I say to Ben. He smiles and bends down on the bed over my husband.  I lean in and begin to kiss ben. A deep passionate kiss.  Our tongues play in one another’s mouths.  Anthony  under us, all naked.  I grab Ben’s dick as we’re kissing and he grabs mine.  I want to bust so bad, but I don’t.  I want this to last, and were only in chapter one of this story.  I slowly move away from kissing ben and begin to position his head down towards my dick.  I am over Anthony s body, and this boy is sucking me, taking me in his mouth, its so warm compared to the pool that we were just in, like putting the sheets on that are fresh from the dryer.  He sucks like there is a strawberry stuck at the bottom of a straw.  It feels amazing.  Anthony  laying beneath.  I want to fuck this boy, but I want him to fuck my husband.  I finally make up my mind, and I slowly move his head, cock still in his mouth, down to Anthony ’s hole.  I spread one cheek and lead my dick down to Anthony ’s hole.  Ben gets in, he releases the suction at the last second, right before taking his tongue and plunging it into antoino’s very tight hole.  I reposition myself at Ben’s ass and begin my own verbal onslaught of his hole.  Its so warm.  The outside still cold and damp from the pool.  The inside a vacuum seal for my tongue, I can only imagine it’s the same feeling he is getting eating out my husband. 

We make a train and lick and suck on Anthony ’s and Ben’s holes simultaneously.  Anthony is able to reach the lube.  He puts it into his right hand and lays it behind him, so that it is there when its time to be used.  Ben, not knowing how I typically fuck my husband thinks its time to move on, but I will sometimes lick and suck and put my fingers into Anthony s hands for long times before I reach for the lube.  Today though, I take the lead from ben who now has the lube in his hand. “put some in Tony’s hand, he will take care of the rest for you.”  I move to the side to watch my husband lay on his stomach and with hands behind him, start to lube up this stud that is going to breed him.  I take Ben’s face again and start kissing him. He has the taste of weed and beer on his lips and in his mouth and I am drunk and high from them.  The three of us locked in furious kissing and groping and stroking. Ben leans in toward Anthony ’s hole while we are still kissing.  I don’t break the kiss off, but reposition myself so that my cock is at Tony’s mouth.  He takes it all in his mouth and without opening my eyes, I know ben is taking it slow before putting the water bottle sized cock in my husband.  Anthony  sucking my dick, I spread his cheeks apart for the boy that has 2 inches of his unit already in my husband.  I give full permission to him to use my husband who makes slurping noises on my cock.  I continue to keep myself from cumming too soon.  I break my kiss with the boy and just hold Anthony ’s ass open.  The boy grabs my husbands shoulders and begins going deeper and deeper into him.  My dick stops getting sucked as Anthony can only moan in slight agony by the size. 

“keep going” I say “Use his ass.  Breed him.” The words just fall from my mouth, but the boy takes them as a mandate.  My husband arches his back in a perfect v and the boy begins slamming.  I am not able to keep my hands on his ass anymore, so I push him back into the slamming boy’s pelvis.  Pusing on the boy’s hands that are on my husbands shoulders and pushing my dick as far into my husbands throat as I can.  Ben and I both filled with animalistic lust, we both begin slamming our cocks into opposite ends of my husband.  I watch as this horse hung young man breeds my husband and I cant help myself.  I cant hold it much longer.  Through gritted teeth I start to gurgle, im going to cum.  But I already am.  Anthony  continues to suck, I feel light headed.  The room starting to dim.  The feel of wuphoria overwhelming me. Anthony  forcing the cum from my body into him.  The boy hears it and see it , “me too UHHHH” he slams more slowly but harder and deeper into my husband, our cocks meeting in the middle of our cum toy.  Anthony  grabs only my ass, pulling me into him as im cumming and trying to stop moving.  I hear gurgles and chokes and see Anthony ’s ass shaking as hes getting bred.  He’s cumming too.  No hands, just being used by this young boy and me.  The boy slams into my husband and looks up.  “ugh” pulls back and slams into him again, ugh”.  And then pushes down onto his back as he goes in one last time as deeply as he can, “ugh”.  He squeees my husbands ass together around his dick and pulls out.  Draining his tube of all the remaining cum into my husband.  My legs weak, I lay back across Anthony ’s outstretched arm on the bed.  Ben lays right across Anthony .  No naked person says a word.  We lay there, empty and fulfilled. 

Aiden and I started dating soon after our first sexual experience. Every time we had sex it went the exact same way other then him touching my dick. That was pretty much non existent. It was my job to get myself off, typically he would stay in me after he finished and I would try and jack off quickly before he lost the hardness, eventually falling out of me. We eventually moved in together. We got married after three years of dating. Our sex was still the same. He never touched my penis. He would fuck me. Fill me up. Love me. And let me take care of myself. And for some reason, I was ok with it. I loved him so much. He was so kind. Loving caring. He had a huge dick and knew how to use every inch of it. Although we weren’t practicing any alt life styles, I was pretty much a free use hole for him. He would let me know when he was horny. Sexy text messages with dick pics asking me if I wanted to take his cock. Or telling me to make sure I cleaned up and was ready for him to use my hole. When I tried to initiate sex, he was dismissive. Several times he would lay or sit while I aucked on his cock. Long and soft. I would suck to try and get him excited for me. Try to suck him hard, pulling his soft head into my throat. Worshipping his body and cock. I don’t know if he knew what he was doing, but I was being retired mentally to worship him. To thank him for allowing me to suck his soft cock and use it to get off. To make sure I was always ready for his advances on me. Accepting them as my reward for whatever good I did that day or week. I loved it. He used me all of the time. That is, up until we got married. Then, our sex slowed down. From 3 times a week. To twice a week. To once every couple of weeks. We fought some about it. But I knew it was my fault. I wasn’t doing what he wanted. Didn’t look how he wanted me to. I started looking into web sites to rekindle the passion, having date nights, taking stress off your man. And so many more. After the first relationship where my undersized dick couldn’t satisfy my boyfriend. I assumed that something I was doing or not doing could no longer satisfy this god of a man. And so I tried everything. Including, introducing us to using porn while having sex. I had seen his browser history and seen that he was looking up straight guy porn. Or turning a straight guy gay. So I asked if we could watch porn while having sex. He smiled so big, “ok, I’ll pick something good while you suck my cock.” He said that first time. It then became the only option. My, laying on my stomach, tv or phone playing the porn of his choosing. Him pounding away into me. Cumming. And then rolling over for me to suck his dick while I jacked off. Or him getting up to go do his hobbies while I jacked off alone. Filled with cum, i would close my eyes to reimagine him pounding into me. Dick slamming deep into me. And I would cum so hard, so quickly, now praying to him with my fantasies of him using me. I told myself then that as long as he was fucking me. Cumming in me. That it was love. That he wanted me and needed me as his husband and bottom. Soon. Porn didn’t really do it for us. So we tried online sex. We tried a bunch of sex sites where he was the star and I was his bottom for the show. Guys would drool over him as he monitored the chat. I would get on my knees and suck his dick as the men would chat with him about the size of his dick, his rock hard abs, about how they would pay for him to fuck them. They would insult me, saying he could do better. That he deserved better. They asked to see my entire body, which I didn’t want to do. But he would tell me how “we need to do this for our fans.” And I would stand. Many of the guys asking if I was a woman because of the size of my penis. He would giggle it off saying, no I was a man. He would play into the conversations about my inadequacies and then tell me later it was only for the donations. They would Send him compliments and tips. Ask for personal sessions. Heap praise on him. I

Felt belittled, small, ashamed, and, somehow at peace. I felt like they were all saying things that were true. The truth set me free. It let me own my worthlessness. It was a weight off of my shoulders from having to pretend I was a “real man” and it was intoxicating. He got all of this praise and an ego boost. I was with a man that was a god in so many peoples eyes. I was just happy to be in his orbit. Listening to the comments as all truth. I worshipped this man the way the online community did. During this time of experimentation, we shared so many fantasies. Dreams, and desires. Mine was always just to have his affection and attention. His were diverse. I was the main bread winner, was a little older than him and had an established career. He was still finding his way. His first new request was to run our finances. He wanted to have more money spent on him, and the things he wanted than on us as a couple. I freely gave him all account info along with our bills. I figured it would take a lot of pressure off of me to deal with it, I don’t really need anything new, and I knew he could get anyone to pay for him if we weren’t in a relationship. So I wanted to spoil him like he deserved. The packages started rolling in. Jewelry new hobbies a new car. He started fucking me again. So much. So hard. He would be smiling talking about the things he was going to buy with my money while we had sex. Fucking me deeper and harder. Telling me to raise my ass more and he would slam down into me with all of his might over and over as he would pull my neck back and up towards the sky. Asking me if I loved him the way he deserved. He started saying how much he deserved it and he would ask me if I knew that he deserved it…sometimes asking if I understood that it was his anyway for giving me what everyone else wanted. In my blackout haze of lust, I would agree with every word every time. Asking for him to take more. Use me more. Saying anything I thought he wanted to hear to keep him. Speaking it into truth and needing to give him what he wanted so he was happy…in turn making me happy. And we continued for months like that until he told me that he had spent thousands more than we had in the bank. said I needed to figure out how to pay for everything. We fought. I pulled money from my 401k to cover us. And he fucked me more. Harder. Deeper. And I loved him for it. He decided that he wanted to be spoiled, but that I should continue to figure out the bills so we didn’t ever have to worry about bills. And so I did. I paid our bills. And he would tell me while fucking me what he wanted. And I would buy it for him. The times that it was too expensive, and I would say we didn’t have the money, he would pull away. Stop fucking me. Stop being present. And I would cave. I would figure it out. And he would fuck me again. I don’t know which came first, but I associated him getting what he wanted with my happiness. I would get hard handing him money, when he would tell me about the guys on our sex website that would send him money and he would say, “my subscriber would give me (whatever it was).” Or get hard when he would say, “you know how hard I get when you buy me things.” He made sure to link the two. And this short experience became our first experience into financial domination.

Which will come back up later in a much more aggressive way.

This is the true story of how I became a reluctant cuck

I had never thought of cuckolding. Didn’t really know what it was. I was in a 10 year relationship with a guy that was a total bottom. Me the top. Our first time having sex was at his friends house. He had a huge ass and we were drunk. We found our way into a spare bedroom and in the dark, we disrobed and made out on the bed. I lifted his legs above him, Over his head and fucked for maybe five minutes. Slamming into him hard and fast. Jack hammering him. He said that he was too drunk to cum, so he went back out to the party. I Immediately fell asleep. It was near midnight, but we were young so the party was still going. I woke up like fifteen minutes later and he and his best friend were outside smoking a cigarette. I heard them joking about the experience, “he’s so small,

I didn’t even know he was in.” I heard him say. The other saying, yeah, he looks like a really small dick guy, how big was it?” “Couldn’t have been bigger than 3 or 4” raising his pinky as an example. He started laughingly mimicking a person doing doggy style chaotically, lifting his head to the sky tongue out, eyes rolled back, yelling. Ugh ugh ugh. And them mimicking me cumming quickly, yelling, “feeeel myyyyy worrrrmmmm!”. They both laughed and laughed. He says,”I like him, but John (his ex) was SO BIG…and he knew how to fuck! I don’t know how I could ever be with someone THTA small” I walked away before they saw me. Defeated.

I never brought up that I heard the conversation. I stayed with him for 7 years though. He would reach over and jack me off every 3 or so days. Almost as a job more than joy. Taking just two fingers and stroking me until I came. And then rolling over. We would have sex once every month or two. He would say that he just wasn’t a sexual person. I suspected he was cheating, but never found him with another guy. But when we would go to gay clubs, he would openly comment about what he thought other guys dick sizes were. He would go openly flirt with guys while I stood by and smiled. And on more than one occasion, I caught him on cam4cam jacking off live with another guy. Each time he would either be using a large dildo on himself or just stroking talking about the other guy’s big dick. We would fight when I caught him. And then I would just go on about my life. It wasn’t sexualized at this point, but I accepted our dynamic after having overheard him. Why try if I can’t satisfy him. Accepting from that first sexual experience what he thought of me as a man. What I too thought of myself as a man.

I never topped again after that relationship. At only four and a half inches fully erect and having confirmation from that last relationship, I unconsciously made a decision that I couldn’t satisfy another guy as a top. I worked out daily, sometimes twice a day. Still seeing myself as a jock I worked tirelessly to make up for my inadequacies. And then I found the man of my dreams. I was six foot and he was six foot two. He only topped and was completely into me. We met on Grindr and chatted for a few days. When we sent one another nude pics I was in awe of how big his dick was. I sent a frontal pic along with an ass pic and he immediately replied, “Idon’t really care about your dick, I only care about that juicy ass..” Which again made me feel small and inadequate. But oddly, also made me feel seen. I interpreted his words as that part of you is irrelevant, and I felt like he was owning his truth. I still don’t know what was happening in me, but I really appreciated this kind, sexy, genuine man being honest with me about my penis. We met up for brunch on a Saturday and drank literally all day. He invited me back to his place where for the first time, I was being ravaged by a man as a bottom. I wasn’t used to it, but it felt right. He undressed me. Taking his time to kiss me deeply, passionately. Used his hands to lift my shirt. Lift his shirt. He lowered my pants and squeezed my penis lightly, as if measuring it. He squeezed the tip, then went back some and squeezed the middle, barely went back and squeezed the end. As if trying to confirm what couldn’t be possible. He then stopped touching it. I didn’t realize he wouldn’t touch it again. He moved his hands from the front to my ass cheeks. Still kissing me. Right hand pulling my face to him so that I could suck on his tongue. Left hand pulling my ass cheeks apart and then circling my hole with his finger. Until he began both pulling me closer so that his boner could push against my stomach and forcing his finger into me. He kept kissing me as he unbuttoned his pants. Let them fall to the ground and used the kiss and his hands on my cheeks to lower my head down onto his cock. It was raging hard. No matter how hard I sucked or tried to move my head, I was stuck in place by this cock that wouldn’t bend. Over seven inches for sure. Close to eight probably, I held my mouth open as if in an expression of awe. I instead worked my head back and forth over the pole until he grabbed my head over my ears, stopping all sound so that he could force his cock deep into my throat back and forth until I was choking too much on it and couldn’t take it anymore. He then told me to get on my stomach. “Lift your ass up” and I did as I was told. I then felt his tongue plunge deep into my hole. The emptiness that was his finger was finally filled with his tongue discovering every part of my hole. After just a few minutes, I felt him pushing his hard dick down, so that it was angled into me. He laid completely on me, the warmth of his body intoxicating. And only his hips pistoning into me. Slow at first and then faster. And faster. Then slamming down into me as he raised himself up using my head and lower back as his base under his hands. He slammed as deeply as he could until I heard the familiar uuggghhhhh that I used to cum with from the two finger hand jobs I would get. Just the thumb and forefinger would rub me and I would cum. And now this amazing man just showed me what I could never do. What I could never be. He stretched me to his size. His quick pace turned into 3 very slow last pumps. Emptying himself into me as deeply as his dick and my hole would allow him.

He lowered his body onto mine. Still connected with his dick still rock hard in me. His sweaty body creating a vacuum between us. His head laying on mine. Both of us facing the left. His weight overwhelming. His body much heavier than mine. My breaths short. His becoming slower. He falls asleep on me. My undersized dick still rock hard under me as I struggle for breathes. And…I…feel…….whole. I’ve never felt such peace. Such happiness. Without knowing it. I had found my happiness. Without realizing it at that point, I had come to a place of peace. And I finally dozed off too.

That morning. Just a few hours later, I was woken up by the slow familiar grind of his pelvis on my ass. His cock growing inside of me. Without completely waking, he begins to piston again. Only his hips moving. Slowly at first. Then faster. Never getting to the pounding motion like earlier. These were deliberate long slow strokes. They consumed him. This time, I was just a hole being used for a midnight fuck. In and out. In and out. Until he finally came again in me. Keeping deep inside as his balls squeezed whatever was left into me. He then rolled over onto his back. His right arm under my body. He gently pushed my head down again. To suck any left overs out of him. To clean his cock off. And I did. I sucked him. Still raging hard. I stroked myself with two fingers until I came too. Onto the sheets. He was asleep. Not worried about me cumming or not. He just needed to cum, get his dick cleaned off. And then fell right to sleep. He was beautiful sleeping there. I grabbed two towels from the bathroom. Wiped his dick dry with one, then used it to clean off my cum from the sheets. I used the other so that I could lay in bed. I put my head onto his chest. My hand instinctively holding softly onto his cock as it went to its normal size, still more impressive than any I had seen. I fell asleep deeper than I had ever slept, not knowing that moment that this wonderful man would one day want much more than what I had to offer.

Over the next few months, my husband and I fell into somewhat of a rut sexually. I felt sad. As if I weren’t enough for him. We barely had sex. And when we did, it wasn’t what I know it should be. I would suck my husbands semi hard cock. Remembering his words constantly about how I couldn’t compare to others he had drooling onto his massive cock. I would look up at his disinterested face. Our eyes meeting and both thinking the same things, him wanting a better dick sucker to satisfy his massive cock. Me, feeling small and lacking the skills to satisfy this man and his amazing cock. His cock was constantly on my mind. I would watch it as he would walk. Even with his very tight underwear, it would protrude, demanding attention and praise. Generating a power in its holder that others, including me,
begged for. Hoped for. Would do anything for.

We would sit on the couch and I would maneuver it out and hold it. Soft in my hands as it would still bend over my hand from its massive size. Although sex had lessened. It seems that my husband felt my inadequate nature. It freed a submissiveness in me that wasn’t natural up until that point. It came from a place of making up for what I lacked in the relationship. It came with feelings and thoughts that I hadn’t allowed space for before. I began buying more and more things for him. We would go out to dinner more. I took it upon myself to cook and clean more often. Chores becoming my sole responsibility. My husband seemed to naturally take advantage of the change in my demeanor. He made a list of things he wanted. And I reviewed the list constantly. Buying many of them and keeping them for days that I wanted to make him happy; days that I felt “lacking” and days I wanted to have sex with him. I only wanted his attention and affection.

And him, this naturally chiseled man, wanted to be appreciated for his gifts, and taken care of like he felt he deserved. Like we both felt he deserved.

It started with gifts and me doing all of the chores. Me having to make a conscious decision to “please him” since I knew I wasn’t doing it sexually. I don’t know when it happened, but it became me doing more and more for him. He would say he was thirsty, and I would stop whatever I was doing to ask him what he wanted and then go get it. The same with food, or needing a massage, everything. My mind just blocked thinking about any of it. And I just did it. Gleefully. I don’t know if he was conscious of it or if he was doing like I was and just sliding into these new roles. But we did. And he would look at me and smile when I bought him something. Or when I did things for him. And that smile would fill me with enough love and happiness to go until he would begin distancing himself. He would show me less affection. Less attention. And I would fix it for us with the next purchase.

My accounts were draining. My focus on myself had almost completely shifted to our focus on him. Like a drug, I needed that attention and affection from him. In any form that it presented itself. I would suck his soft cock. And look up at him and ask if he liked something I bought him. He would smile and his dick would harden some. Sometimes. When we had sex, he would still want to watch porn. He was more open about his excitement seeing guys he thought were hot. “I would fuck that guy so deep!” Or, “damn that guy is sucking that dick so good.” In those times, his dick was so hard. And I, being the recipient of his rock hard cock in those instances, I would play into it. “Damn, your dick is so big compared to his!” Or I would ask him about fucking other guys; especially the guy he cucked me with. I didn’t realize what I was saying many time. Blinded by a haze because I was so horny, and so was he. But we were both conditioning ourselves. My husband was both of our focus. His happiness and pleasure came first. Mine came through him being happy. He began sending me videos when I was horny. When I was begging him for sexual attention.

One day, I had been sending him hot pics of myself. But he wasn’t really responding to them. I know that I can’t compete with all the online guys. Pivoting, I started asking him what he liked about the other guy. What was wrong with me? I don’t want to be a cuck. I wanted to have sex with my husband. I wanted him to love me and fuck me daily. Instead, I’m asking him how did the guy’s ass feel when he first stuck his dick in him. I ask how kissing him was. I asked if he liked licking his ass. And my husband texts me that he loved having his tongue sucked by this cock hungry man. The same tongue that was deep in the boy’s ass. He said he really wanted to have the guy sleep in our bed so that my husband could wake up and fuck him when he’s horny in the middle of the night. He shared that the boy wasn’t used to size like his and was in obvious
Pain from the pounding, but he kept begging for his massive dick. He said he loved the feelings he has, when he has complete control.

I was close to getting home. I was so horny now, envisioning all the things my husband did with this boy. How he felt. And how deep he had cum inside of him. Then, I get a text from my husband. It’s a video. Immediately I see my husband’s huge dick on my screen. I play the video and it’s him in our garage. Stroking his own dick. His dick so huge. I hear from the video,”I get so hard thinking about my cock, this cock, stuffed in his ass. Fucking him so deep. He’s never been fucked that good. He kept begging me and begging me for my massive cock. He tasted so good when I ate his ass
And got it ready for this monster. I bet you’re so hard now. I bet you wish you could see me fucking that boy. You want me to fuck him again, don’t you. God you loved me fucking him. You were such a good boy, being so quiet. I know you were so hard listening to me use his ass…ughgg.” He stops talking as his pace sped up. The video shaking. His dick getting even bigger on screen as a little cum squirts from his cock. Then, him still Stroking his hard dick, rope after rope of cum begin launching onto my garage floor. Video still going, he’s stroking his cock, ensuring every drop is released from his monster cock onto the floor. He slows down. Obviously panting and winded. He zooms into all the cum that’s on the floor. His precious nectar that makes me feel so loved when it’s inside of me. I hear his voice again, “I left a treat on the floor for you to clean up.”

This feeling has been so present and recurring lately. I fell into a mixed haze of disappointment and sexual arousal that I hadn’t felt since he had fucked his Grindr hookup only steps away from me. When I tip toed over to their door and listened in on my husband fucking another man in our home. Their shared moans. The shared list they felt. My husband pulling the boy in close to stretch his
Insides deeper and wider than ever before. My husband loves getting his seed as deep as it will go and so I know their sex ended with the boy laying facedown on the bed. Bubble butt lifted up in the air, angled perfectly for my husband. Begging to be filled. And my mighty husband, wrapped the boys arms with his muscular arms. His chest pushing the boys back down. So only the boys ass had freedom of movement. It begged for my husband. And my husband knows what to do with begging holes. Just pistoning his hips like the fuck machine he is, he just smashed down into the boy until he was ready to erupt. Then a whisper in the hole’s ear. “You’re going to make me cum!” And when he feels that warm hot lava erupt, he smashes onto the perky ass, pancaking it so that his massive dick rearranges the fuck tube. He pushes as hard and as deeply as he can and holds it there so that his first four or five shots are deep enough to take a couple of days before they make their way out, if they do at all. There have been times that I never released his juices. My body absorbing them. Translating them into happiness. And in this case, giving them to someone much more deserving than me.

I was so sad that he didn’t let me be a part of him getting off. Even if I could have just stroked his dick. I would have used both hands. I would have stayed fully clothed or done it in the dark. I would have let him pound me into submission. I would have paid for the chance to be under him as he came. Covering me with his juices. Making me feel…worthy of him. But none of that happened. Instead, I felt unworthy of it. My mind raced with, “this is what you deserve. You know he should get what he wants. And you’re not giving it to him. He’s going to leave you. He could do better. Your dick is so small. He’s so tired of your ass. You can’t even suck his dick well. That’s basic. That’s one o’ one. Every guy cums from blowjobs. And you can’t even do that.” I put my finger into the now cold cum. I’m saddened by my loss.

In the same moment. I replayed the video in my head. Seeing his rock hard cock. His hand taking forever to slide from the base to the head. I think about the time he took to share that with me. I fantasized that he shared it with someone else too. The person that he wanted to impregnate his holy cum with. I pictured him fucking his Grindr hookup. And my unworthy four incher rock hard couldn’t help dripping through my work pants.

My damp finger, coated with his drying cum and dirt from our garage floor finds its way into my mouth. I’ve never done that before. I’m ashamed. And simultaneously felt ignited by the power it had. By the hold it had over me. I worship this man in his ownership of who he is and what he deserves. My true self coming out of hiding. I love this man. I love being lesser to him. I want to serve him. I want him to take the things he wants and to take them from me. I tell myself things in my head that normally would cause shame and humiliation. But I want. No. NEED him to be his authentic self. This is where I belong. I get on my knees in service to him. Reminded of my place on the floor and imagining him standing above me. This is who we are. This is how I keep him and make him happy.

In that moment. With the sex haze blinding every feeling of self preservation, I give in to whom we are becoming. I feel relief like I’ve never felt before. At peace. With the comfort of knowing this pitiful person is who I am. I own it immediately. I unzip my pants. My small pecker already sticking out, completely engorged. If you can call something that small engorged. Kneeling on the floor. I put another finger of his cum from the floor into my mouth. I close my eyes. And I imagine him fucking someone better in our house right now. I take my index finger and thumb and begin to stroke the head of my pinky sized penis. All thoughts now. Only thoughts now. Are of HIM.

The cum comes fast. Seconds. Hard. My head hot. The shame floods me immediately. And I cry while cum still drips from my tiny unit. “Why am I this way?” I think. Why do I keep thinking of him fucking other guys while I’m denied? Why do I feel like…shame hits me as painfully as my knees now feel. Pants and underwear down by my knees. Dick dripping cum onto the floor. Pants dirty. Crying. And I feel oddly comfortable and uncomfortable with the shame. “Fuck, you’re pathetic.” Falls from my lips. “He deserves more. And you know it.”

I put myself together and clean up the floor. I wash my mouth out. I put my work pants into the laundry with their dirty knees. And I reply to his video,” Thank you so much for that gift! you’re so fucking hot!” He immediately gets another message from me. But from Zelle. It’s $100 with a message…”you’re my fantasy.” And nothing was the same ever again.

After reading the story my husband wrote, I cried. I know these Stories are his fantasies and desires coming out. When I asked about it, he said, “relax. It’s just a story. I love you so much.” As I prodded more and more, holding a dark cloud over the house, my husband added, “I love you. You’re my husband. I love the trips you take us on and I love all the stuff you buy me. I love how you do the laundry and cook and clean. I love you and all of that so much. But fucking the other guy is what’s missing. And you know it. You know I deserve what I want when I want it. It’s so boring just fucking you. All these guys want me and look at me. Every one of them want to service My cock like he did.”

My heart dropping further and further as he talks. My eyes welling. I keep thinking, what’s wrong with me. Of course he deserves more. Look at him. He’s a God. His body is amazing. He’s so funny. He can fuck like a porn star and anyone would spoil him and give him what he wants. I felt pathetic. Why would a small person like me ever question what this god of a man wants. His eyes today blueish grey. He looks deeply into my eyes. “You needed it too.” You want me to fuck other guys too. Don’t you?” As he reaches down and grabs my rock hard cock with big hands. It betrays me. Tells me the truth even when I don’t want to accept it. I’m fighting back throwing up. He squeezes tighter, the full length only reaching up to the lower of his fourth finger. Staying true to its underwhelming four inches. I see it and feel more shame as he is holding tight enough to lightly hurt me. Using it like a lever to lower me to my knees. At some point in his pushing, my dick is too low for him to continue pushing me down so has to let go, but I am low enough that my knees force me the rest of the way down.

He holds the back of my head with his left hand and unzips his pants with his right hand. His rock hard cock boing’s out of his pants, but doesn’t swing. His eight inches and his youth are overwhelming his cock to lift towards the ceiling and forcing enough blood into his fat unit to explode a lesser man. he spits down on his cock. Something he’s never done before. And forces his spit soaked cock into my mouth. He begins face fucking me when the intention of proving his point. I’m gagging but he doesn’t stop. “With some practice, you could be good at this.” Smashing into the back of my throat that Doesn’t want to open completely for him. Causing a Stabbing pain for me and I’m sure him as well. “Maybe next Time I’ll let you watch a real dick sucking pro swallow my huge cock” at this point I had pulled out my worm and had been stroking with my thumb and index fingers. I cried as I began cumming onto the carpet in our living room. My head spinning from the crazy things he was saying. The crazy feelings of excitement and shame. The depth of pull that my cum pulled from inside of me onto the floor. My mouth making gurgling sounds around his too large of a

Cock. He pulls he dick back and strokes himself off onto the same spot of carpeting. “I’m going to take a shower if you want to join.” I go to clean off the floor and then into the shower where I’m crying and say to him that I’m just not in a place for us to have another threesome; lying to him and myself as if I were a part of the sexual episode my husband had. He hugs me and kisses me. He hands me the loofah to scrub his body with and With reluctant sad eyes, he says,” I want a nice filet for dinner.” A command spoken kindly. And that becomes my job to give him something; anything. As an apology for not being a better husband.

A few days later, my husband wrote his next story…

Husband’s third story:

Ding, my phone notifies me that I have a message. It’s from Sean“Are we still on for tonight?”

 

“Hell yeah we are” I type. He immediately replies, “Be there in 10”. I send one final text before getting in the shower myself, “Ok, don’t knock, the front door is open. Come into the bedroom. My husband is on his knees now waiting for you.” He must have been watching me type because he replies before I have time to lock my phone and set it down, “Ok!”

I left my bottom to his own thoughts while I showered. I instructed him to kneel naked on the floor. I placed a blindfold on him. I like him not knowing what’s coming until it’s happening. When I got out of the shower, he was exactly where I left him. His five-inch caged cock was at full mass. There was a small puddle of precum on the floor with a hair-thin strand still dripping, linking the tip of his dick to the mess he left on the floor. I stood there thinking, “he has no clue what’s about to happen.” 

While he knelt waiting, I pulled out the straps we have hidden in the top of our closet. I tied one end of each strap to the corners of the bedframe. I draped the other ends across the four corners of the mattress so they’re ready when we need them. Just as I dim the bedroom lights, I heard the front door close. Adrian, my husband, turned his head- he must’ve heard it too. 

In walks Sean- hair still wet from his shower. His white t-shirt clings to his massive biceps. He’s wearing grey athletic shorts and white calf-height socks. And he’s definitely not wearing underwear. His thick cock head is perfectly outlined as he just stands there in the doorway smiling. I motion to Adrian on the floor and nod my head. Picking up on my queue, Sean steps forward… lowering his pants. As the band of his grey shorts slowly glides below the tip of his dick, it springs up and out. Not completely hard, but he’s excited. His cock is as beautiful as I remember. 

Not a word being spoken yet, he approaches Adrian, who is still kneeling where he was told. I watch as Sean takes the back of my husband’s head in his right hand. With his left hand, he grabs his semi-soft, eight-inch cock and raises it to mouth level of Adrian. He takes a small step forward, simultaneously pulling Adrian’s head forward. Adrian opens his mouth and Sean puts his thick cock inside. 

Adrian immediately pulls back at the realization it isn’t my cock he just tasted. Without hesitation, Sean pulls him right back onto his rod. I watch as Adrian’s realization what is happening sets in. Sean’s cock is hard enough to hold up its weight now. So, he takes his other hand puts it behind Adrian’s head. With both hands, he’s using Adrian’s head like a fuck hole. He thrusts his hips forward and slowly pulls backward. Adrian gags on his massive 10-inch pole, but he keeps sucking- he knows better than to stop. 

After a bit of mouth fucking, Sean instructs Adrian to climb onto the bed and lay face down. My bottom obediently takes his place. Sean puts one hand on each of Adrian’s perfectly round cheeks. He caresses and squeezes them gently - Adrian arches his lower back, raising his ass higher. Sean looked up at me smiling with his ocean blue eyes.  He slowly spreads Adrian’s cheeks apart and leans in. I hear Adrian moan and watch as Sean begins to roll his tongue around.  

I strap Adrian’s right arm tightly to the bed. With my fingers, I softly trace down the right side of his body and I strap his right foot down. When I’m moving to his left side, I shift my focus to Sean. He’s between Adrian’s legs going to town eating his ass. He’s on his knees with his hands on Adrian’s cheeks spreading them apart. His thick ass up in the air like that- I couldn’t just walk past. 

I position myself directly behind Sean. With my hands, I softly squeeze and rub his cheeks while kissing and licking his thighs. I start to kiss and lick his cheeks, moving inward toward his crack. With my hands, I spread his cheeks and slowly lick up and down. When I graze his hole, I feel him clench. Slowly, I slide my tongue in. I feel him rocking his hips, pushing his ass into me. I stop so he can focus on my husband again. 

I tied Adrian’s left foot. Using my finger again, I softly traced back up his left leg and side, securing the final strap at his left arm. Once finished, Sean steps toward me. I walk forward to meet him and we embrace and kiss. Our dicks pressing against one another and away from our bodies. I pull Sean’s shirt up, over his rigid cum gutters.  Then up over his perky chest and his broad shoulders. “Fuck, you’re beautiful” I say. “I can’t wait to fuck you again.” I know Adrian is listening. And I know he loves it. 

 

 

I push Sean to the side of the bed. I lean him back so that he lays perpendicular to Adrian. Over him. On him. Back-to-back. I kneel besides the bed and place his meat stick in my mouth. He leans back heavier onto Adrian, making it harder to breathe. Getting comfortable as I begin to swallow his member in all its glory. I suck and swallow and pull the blood from the base. I slide up and down over and over. Pushing his body back into Adrian and then pulling it away. Sucking this beautiful cock of this ginger god.  Adrian is a bystander in this part of the experience. But I know that he enjoys it so much. His greatest pleasure is me having pleasure. And so, I suck and suck. I grab the lube next to me and begin coating Sean’s hole and then pushing into it. I stand and put my Dick at his hole. I’m going to fuck you again. Are you ready for my cock?  Yes, please he begs. Your dick is so good. And with that, I push in. Push him back. He leans over to the other side of Adrian as I use his body to angle my neighbor perfectly to take my Dick. I push in and my balls slap Sean’s ass and Adrian’s side at the same time. A Benefit I didn’t expect, and it was brilliant! I slammed into him over and over. I wanted to get close and then pull out. So, I grabbed Sean’s shoulders off the bed and over Adrian and I pull his body into me again.

Again and again, I rammed my fuckstick into his very tight hole. I was getting close, so I stopped. Deep in Sean. I lean forward and begin kissing him close and passionately. You’re beautiful I say. You’re so fucking hot he says back. I love your Dick so much. He lets loose. I know you do. Your ass is so tight. I love fucking you. I let loose of his tongue that I had sucked into and pull my Dick out of him. Come over here. I say and stand him up. We move to the end of the bed, and I grab some lube. I have him face Adrian’s tightly bound body. He looked so sexy there. Restrained and vulnerable to whatever I wanted. I graze up Sean’s forearm like are with the lube. He puts his hands about his head, and I stroke him a couple more times. Some tight and slow from the tip down to his base so far away. And then fast at times   I push him forward onto Adrian and he then takes over. He mounts the sub and runs his massive cock over Adrian’s leg and ass and lower back. He leans down and whispers into Adrian’s ear, I have a huge Dick. This is going to hurt. He puts Adrian’s head into his left hand and turns it around and up so that he can force his tongue into my husband’s mouth. This is so sexy, I’m dripping. And I never precum. He angles his dick into my husband as he fucks his mouth with his long thick tongue. And SLAM his Dick rips onto Adrian with no warning. Adrian tenses up like I’ve never seen, but he knows to keep quiet. I don’t like loud bottoms and so he keeps it all in. Sean pushing to the ground with his cock, forcing its way through Adrian’s ass and the mattress as well.  He slams his cock all the way into my very tight husband. He hasn’t cum in weeks and I can tell that he’s in ecstasy. He lifts his ass up into the air and the. Pivots back into Adrian’s ass. He really knows how to fuck. He’s a master with his huge tool. As he ducks my husband, I move behind him and kiss his back. He slows his pace and takes one more deep thrust into Adrian and stays deep in him. I hear grateful groans. He loves getting used, and tonight isn’t for him, which makes it for him. I again position my dick at his ass. Fresh from almost cumming, I have to get back into him so I can unload. Watching my husband get ducked by this stud has me on edge. I push into him, halfway in and I stop. Start fucking him I say. And he pulls himself back, impaling himself on my rod. Pulling out of Adrian and then slamming back into my husband. He begins his piston like motion of fucking and being fucked. Every stroke is a new pleasure that hypnotizes him. The pleasure is too

After our first cuckolding session, I was lost. My head spinning. Jealousy overwhelming. All of my emotions were all over the place. I was crying. My dick rock hard thinking about it. How easy it was for him to be with another person and then continue to love me in his own way. He wanted to jump right in and do it again. But my emotions were so crazy that he slowed down talking about the experience. Instead, he was kind and loving to me. But my husband started writing more fictional stories. This is one of those stories. I’ll post two of them and then come back to my true stories of how I became a reluctant cuck.

Husband story #2

I was working in the yard last weekend when I heard a voice. “Hey neighbor.” I pull out my headphones and look up to see it’s the guy from down the street. He asks if I need help, which, actually I do. Whenever I drive by and he’s outside, I can’t help but stare. There’s a lot to look at, but I’m an ass man- and let me tell you… his does not disappoint! If you haven’t already seen Captain America, google “Captain America Ass”. This is the caliber of cakes we’re talking about. And now the ass-man is standing right fucking here.

He must’ve been running or working out because he’s drenched in sweat and he’s just holding his shirt in his hand. He’s got beads of sweat dripping between his big, smooth pecs. He’s just a little shorter than me, so I’d guess he’s six foot-one or two. He has short red hair and a thicker athletic body. He’s wearing short burgundy shorts that show his light blue sweat-soaked underwear just above the band. They hold his big bulge in a protruding tight pouch. I can just barely make out the line that marks the head of his cock. it looks girthy.

We worked on the landscaping for a couple of hours; Chatting about our lives and hobbies, and talking shit about our crazy neighbor, who, I kid you not, is named Karen. I sneak the occasional glance at his juicy ass and bulge. I don’t know if it was wishful thinking, but I swear I catch him staring at my package. I planned on working alone so I didn’t put much thought into my wardrobe. I was wearing an old pair of black athletic shorts and some tennis shoes, so my cock was pretty much just flopping around whenever I moved. I think he’s into it.

It reaches about five o’clock, so I suggest we clean-up for the day. As a thanks I offer him a beer and tell him I’m going to take a dip in the pool if he wants to join. He jumps at the opportunity! 3,4,5 beers later we’re pretty tipsy and begin horsing around. Pool basketball is starting to get physical. I’m trying to box him out by using my butt to push him out of the way. This way, I can get to the hoop to score. But he isn’t giving up, so my ass just keeps rubbing against his groin. I think can feel a lump forming, so I push back a little more. His dick is absolutely getting harder. Now my cock starts to stiffen. I turn around so now we’re standing face to face. I let the ball go and we both just look at each other for a moment. I have no clue what he’s thinking. Then he licks his lips and takes a step toward me.

I reach my hands forward under the water to grab him by the waist, pulling him toward me. With one hand wrapped around the small of his back and the other holding the side of his face and neck, we kiss. Both of his hands are wrapped around me. His breath tastes like alcohol, and I smell the chlorine on his face. He softly bites my thick lower lip and my cock jumps. I step forward, pressing our bodies tighter together. I feel his dick throb against me. It’s thick and it’s long. It’s gotta be ten inches. I look down to see it pushing his shorts and underwear away from his body. “That thing is a monster” I think to myself.

I reach down and rub my fingers across his underwear band, lightly tickling his stomach. His massive cock is sticking out the top, so I graze it as I pass over. He reaches down and aggressively squeezes and rubs my seven-inch dick through my shorts. To show him how it feels when things are more sensual, I start to swirl my fingers around his thick cock head. It begins to pulsate. I put my hand down further and slide it into his underwear. I gently glide down his long shaft, cupping his big balls once I reach them.

He must have suddenly remembered because he pulls back and asks, “What about your husband?” “We have a special relationship.” I reply, and pull the man’s shorts down. He kicks them off underwater and they drift away. I push him to the corner of the pool, onto the top step where his cock easily rises five inches above the water. I lean him back with one hand and take his dick in my other hand. I lower my head down onto his cock and start sucking. I bob up and down, gliding my hand from the base to the tip and then back down his long rod. I can’t get it all the way in my throat but I try. I’m just not used to a cock this big.

After about five minutes of sucking, I say “Let’s go to the bedroom.” He doesn’t hesitate. He stands- and his hard dick is sticking straight out. I grab it with my hand and he grins at me. I lead him forward through the bedroom door and push him down onto his back on the bed. Starting at his feet, I slowly crawl up his body, licking and kissing as I move up. I get to the base of his wide cock and lick and kiss his trimmed pubes. I lift his legs to make sure he knows who was fucking who. It reveals his thick ass cheeks peppered in peach fuzz. With my left forearm, I hold his legs up and out of the way. With my right hand, I caress his ass with my fingers then slowly pull his cheek apart. The sight of his tight hole made my cock bounce.

I lower my head and glide my tongue across his hole.  Running it back and forth, up, and down across it.  “I’m going to destroy this tight ass” I think. I slide my tongue into him, and he squeezes back. I push it in all the way and and then up and out in a wave-like motion. He lets out a moan and my dick wants to explode.

I lower his legs and focus on his throbbing cock. I suck it while stroking myself. He holds my head in place while thrusting his hips. He starts to fuck my mouth more roughly, which makes me gag. I pull back and stand up, still stroking myself. I get onto the bed on my knees, positioning my cock right in front of him. He looks at me, then at it. He opens his mouth and puts it around my dick. I can tell right away that he’s not experienced with this. After a few minutes of him gnawing on my cock, I decide it’s time.

I take some of the lube from the nightstand and coat my dick. I feel my heart pounding and I stroke myself while walking around to the base of the bed. He’s still on his back, so I kneel between his legs. I raise his hips and ass, leaving his feet and shoulders to support him. I scoot in under him. While kneeling on my feet, I place the tip of my dick at his hole. I tell him, “Lower yourself.” I want him in control of the pace, so he gets comfortable. He works his tight hole slowly onto my cock. Small bounces and twirling his hole, he inches down until he finally gets to the base.

After sitting there for a few seconds, he starts to bounce again. His hole is squeezing me so hard. I slide my arms under his legs and sit myself up onto my knees, all while rolling him onto his upper back. While holding his legs with my forearms, I start pounding him. He’s moaning and his eyes are squeezed shut. I ask, “Are you okay?” and he pops his eyes open to say “yes” with a smile. I continue fucking him but easing up just a bit. I pull myself out and tell him to get onto his hands and knees.

I move behind him, and reach around his side to grab his huge cock. While he pushes back onto me, I stroke him. He’s trembling and moaning. I let go of his cock and take his hips in my hands, squeezing tightly. I slowly push him away from me, then I pull him back. I push my cock all the way in and hold him tight against my body.  

Completely enveloping my cock, he lets out a gasp. And I do it again. And again. I fuck him with all my might. Slam. Slam. Slam. I’m getting close to cumming so I tell him. He says “I want your load.” And that send me over the edge. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming.” I fill the man and push down onto his body. “Fuck, your dick is so good.” He says. I reach around and start to stroke his dick. I pull down once, twice, “aggghh” he lets out. Shooting a stream all over the bed. Another ribbon of cum shoots out. Then a third and fourth stream. All this cum oozing out of his monster cock.

“Damn, that was so good” he says, before we both stand, laughing with the warm, tingling euphoria of that incredible fuck. He got dressed and asked to put his number in my phone. I handed it over and he said, while typing, that he would love to do this again. “You can count on it.” I said. His phone began ringing, “Now I’ve got yours too.” He handed it back and I looked at my screen to see he saved his number with his name. I stick my hand out to shake his and say with a grin, “Nice to meet you, Sean.”

The “husband story” was the result of my husband needing more. Wanting more. He was already taking all of the extra income we had to use on new clothes, any of his many hobbies. Colognes, and jewelry. But now, he

openly talked and campaigned for having a threesome.

“We could get a hot verse boy.” He said, “It would be so hot to watch some guy fuck you while I pounded him. Share you and double team you. Stretch out all of your holes.” We talked about this one for a few weeks. Each time letting me know that I would be a core part of the cream lies that were sure to come.

I, on the other hand, didn’t want to bring another person into the relationship. I was worried they would bring my dick insecurities back. That I would lose my husband. That he would stop loving me. We fought about this. And so instead of immediately trying a threesome, he ventured into writing fictional stories that included some element of threesomes. To get me excited about the experience I imagine.

This story was his first in a series. It engorged my dick. Reminding me of my love of sex. And reminding me of my very small size where I could only play one role. That of the hole. The one that gets pounded. Told how to lay. Moved into positions that were uncomfortable so that those with “normal” sized dicks could enjoy the friction on their cocks. The sole purpose of our experiences for them to experience joy through repeated friction and climax. My job, always to be that vessel. To focus on their pleasure. To enjoy their use of me as a means for “us” to be pleasured.

And so the picture that my husband painted convinced me of a new reality where we introduced another guy for both of us to enjoy. At least,

I thought I agreed. We sat on the couch and he downloaded Grindr. His pictures already on the app. Multiple DINGS immediately chiming. He looks over at me, that’s from when we were on a break. Although it seemed more recent to me. It began an argument. And so we didn’t have a threesome. We had a fight.

A few weeks later. We have a similar experience. I again agree to a threesome. My husband jumps onto Grindr. And half way through I ask if we can just skip since I didn’t feel well. I could see his frustration and anger. But he was kind that night and offered to get me some medicine from CVS. Which he left for and returned a couple of hours later.

The third time I agreed to a threesome with my husband was a normal Saturday. He was so excited! he smiled. He kissed me so deeply. Ushering me into the bedroom. Kissing me, he lowered his pants. And lowers my head to his cock. Spinning us around so that we didn’t disconnect from this pleasure, his cock raging from the excitement of the coming experience.

I sucked on his cock with the intention of making him cum. His rock hard almost eight inches humming with excitement. I begin to hear Grindr notifications going off. My husband searching for our third. Texting back and forth. Producing precum at levels great enough to fill cups; of which I gladly swallowed over and over as I spun my tongue around his head begging for more. He stops typing, turns his phone towards me and there is a picture of a 20 year old slim black man. He swipes and shows me a dick as large as my arm, and then swipes and shows me an ass that could balance a box of cereal. And my heart drops. I feel like throwing up. I get really anxious and exclaim, “I’m so sorry. I just can’t do this. It’s a lot. I’m sorry.” He gets so angry. I see the rage in his eyes. He types something to the guy and then blocks him. He walks away in anger. And I go to apologize. Beg for forgiveness. Ask to relieve him. And he turns to me. “You always fucking do this. It’s the same thing with you. You promise me something and then take it away. You’re fucking cruel.” I immediately cry. “Im so sorry. You’re right. I’m sorry. Ok. Invite a guy over. My stomach hurts. And I feel like I have to throw up. But invite someone over. You’re right. We’re doing this.” And with that, he gets back on. And shows me another picture. “This guy will be here in 10 minutes. I want you to wait in the room. You’re going to ruin this and I’m not having it.” He says. I go to challenge him, but he immediately yells, “stop. You already made me cancel on so many guys. And you know you’re wrong. I don’t want you in there ruining this for us.” Moment later, the doorbell rings.

I’m sitting in the master bedroom on our bed. Door open but you can’t see me. Stomach in my throat. About to throw up. Shivering from the cold that’s my mind. I hear them greet each other at the door. Just steps away. I hear them kissing. Giggling. They walk towards the room I’m in. Stand outside if it for a second and the boy says how hot my husband is. How he can’t wait to suck his massive dick. My husband replies, “I can’t wait to suck your big dick too, before I roll you over and eat that ass.” It’s my husbands favorite pastime, but my heart drops further at the realization that he hasn’t touched or sucked my dick because of its small size. The go into the spare bedroom and I hear kissing. Moans. Laughing. Sucking. “Do you have a condom?” The boys asks. “No, but it’s ok. I’m clean.” And the boy replies, “I love it raw anyway.” The door slams shut. Not angrily, just hurriedly. And I’m sick with anxiousness. I walk into the hallway, trying to hear what’s happening in the other room. I sneak over on tip toes. And I hear the familiar SMACK SMACK SMACK of fucking. My husband forcing moans out of the boy. His thanks and appreciation falling from his lips. “Oh fuck, you’re so fucking big. Fuck fuck fuck. You’re so fucking deep.” My husband using the words as fuel to slam harder and deeper into the boy. “You’re going to make me cum” my husband says. “Don’t stop. Breed me. I want your cum.” And with that, I hear my husbands slams slow. One SLAM. Slow out. another Slam. Slow out. And then, squishing. And then the boys exclaims,” ugggghhh. You’re making me cum!!!” Then silence. Giggling. I hear the bed move and I run on tip toes back to my room. Onto my bed. Out of the way. I hear kisses. “Let’s do this again” “Any time, for real.” They say to one another. And then my husband walks into our bedroom. Completely naked. He lays back on our bed. Sweaty. Tired. Filled with internal warmth and happiness. His dick still hard, though less so now. Drops of cum forcing their way down the length of his cock. Without looking at me, he reaches one hand to my leg. Then to my lap. He touches my rock hard dick and the wet spot that had formed. My cock betraying my feelings of the situation, giving him permission to continue as himself. “That was so fucking good. Im pooped. I’m definitely going to fuck him again. You can suck my dick and get off.” He said. Still not looking at me. In my shame. In my disgust for myself. I wrap my lips around his less swollen cock. Cum and ass juices still coating it. I pull my rock hard dick out using my thumb and index finger to stroke it. He says, “His dick was huge, I could barely get it down my throat!” He exclaimed looking at the ceiling. “When I was fucking him, I grabbed onto it and just kept stroking him. His ass was so tight, I couldn’t last long, but I will last longer next…” and a guttural gggggggghhh comes from my nose and inside my body as I cum harder than I ever have. His cock as deeply in my throat as it will let me. Brain and head warm from nausea. “Good boy.” He said to me for the first time. “Good boy.” He said to me as we fell asleep. Him on his back, my head in his chest and my hand holding his masterpiece.