After she finished her make up “M”
came back into the bedroom to dress and I could not help myself
as I stroked my cock watching her. God I wanted her but I knew
I couldn’t have her until later if I was lucky. She looked
so lovely and adoring, I always desired her so badly when she
is with other man. I know it was just being part of a cuckold.
We had this conversation many times as to why I desired her
more when she dated other men. It use to bother me and at first
I thought she had just accepted me for it but as time has gone
on I know now she is as much a Cuckoldress as I am cuckold.
She had cuckolded the other men in her life before me even before
she knew what was called; of course the difference today is
I know it and they didn’t. All I have done is to help
her express who she really is and do what she really liked to
do. “M” enjoys the excitement of other men. She
always has and always will. She is not a one-lover kind of woman.
She enjoys variety and the process of cuckolding. She loves
the power, the flirting, the teasing, the dressing sexy and
then eventually the man sexually. All the while keeping me on
the edge until she is finished with him and then will have her
way with me. I thought the unlocking was a good sign and maybe
my punishment was over. She had threatened to spend the night
with Jon but I didn’t think she would do that now. I didn’t
dare ask though or I knew she might just to teach me a lesson.
She smiled at me as I lay on the bed with my hard cock in hand
She got on the computer to check her mail and I am sure for
any messages from him, it was almost 9:30. She picked up her
cell shortly afterwards and called him. I could see the expression
on her face change as she talked to him. She was smiling and
I heard the joy in her voice. Jon really excited her for some
reason. I heard her ask him for his room number and said she
would be there in 20 minutes. With that she stood up and walked
into the living room ignoring me to get her coat. I jumped up
to help her. She gave me a small peck on the lips and smiled
at me (she never likes to mess up her lipstick) and said goodbye.
I thought my punishment was over but now I wasn’t sure
because of her aloofness when she left. I wasn’t sure
if she would call me, I wasn’t sure if she would come
home afterwards, I wasn’t sure if she would take pics,
so I resigned myself to the bedroom to wait and watch the clock.
I knew “M” and though she was cool
to me, she was hot for Jon. She fingered herself all day and
kept telling me how she was going to fuck his big cock. He had
offered to meet her earlier in the day for a drink, but she
declined and told him to buy a bottle of wine and she would
come to the room. She wasn’t interested in pleasantries
and I could guess by the clock what she would be doing. It was
10 o’clock and she would be arriving at his door and he
would take her coat off and his eyes would gaze upon her breasts
in the bustier. I could only hope that he was pleased with my
choice of dress for her. Strange, how we dress our wives wanting
the other man to desire her.
She would kiss him at the door and he would invite her into
the suit to the couch. He always had a suite and I knew from
past meetings that they always started on the couch. He would
pour her a glass of wine and she would sit sideways crossing
her legs looking at him, teasing him. His prize had arrived
in the form of another’s mans wife. He always liked the
idea of fucking her while I waited at home. It must be a powerful
feeling for the Bull to have a man’s wife be his slut
while the husband waits with approval at home.
My cucky angst began to rise as it was 10:15 and I knew they
would begin touching each other while finishing their glass
of wine. She would not drink more then one glass, she was not
there to socialize, she was there to get his cock. It’s
funny how well I know her, I understand every part of her being,
and I guess its part of being a cuckold from being so attentive
to her every need. I see all the other men post in here and
other forums how they desire their wives to take another man
and they won’t. If the wife only knew how her husband
would transform and she would become the center of his world
they would all do it.
It was 10:30 now and I knew they would be in
each other’s arms, dispensing with the wine glasses. I
pounded my dick hard as I thought of her kissing and rubbing
him with her long red nails. She is so proud of her nails and
she loves to dig them into another mans skin. I tried to read
some stuff on the net and chat but time was ticking a way. It
was 10:45 and by now someone would be taking his or her clothes
off. I figured it would be him as she loved to suck cock and
she really enjoyed his big cock in her mouth. “M”
has told me Jon is amazed at how she can deep throat him and
I was sure she was taking his thick prick down her throat by
My desire and passion was growing and I was hoping it would
not be a long lonely night. I was in cuckyland now and I would
not be relieved until she came home. Cuckyland, that place between
heaven and hell, the place where all the emotions begin to flood
into the mind; lust, passion, jealousy, humiliation, desire
and longing for your wife who is in the arms of another man.
It is better then any orgasm, it is like a drug we crave. No
other sexual experience can bring us here, only our Hot Wives.
It’s hard to explain to thosewho wondered why we would
do such things. One day after you have been cuckolded for “real”
you realize the hold that is has on you and you can never go
back. No other woman will excite like she does. A good pair
of tit’s and a nice ass won't do it for you anymore. Something
that once so simple as a boy is now so complicated as a man.
Nothing will get you excited except the thrill of your wife
with another man. She sexually dominates your mind at first
and then your soul. Her power consumes you and soon you have
given up all control to her. There is no turning back at this
point. She can do whatever she chooses and you will accept it.
She can cheat on you, she can fuck whoever she wants, she can
make you suck his cock, lick his cum for her pussy, lock your
pathetic dick up, it doesn’t matter, the more she does,
the more you desire her. It is the ultimate Catch-22. She consumes
you; the sluttier and nastier she is, the more you want her.
Once in awhile remnants of your past manhood float into your
mind and you begin to get in touch with your anger, but soon
it turns to passion for her. If your fortunate and she still
lets you fuck her, you will try and pound her well fucked pussy
with your dick and passionate anger while calling her names
while she lays there loving it. Then she looks you back into
your eyes and says sternly, “yes, I am fucking nasty slut
and I love it” and the moment of truth penetrates you
soul. There is no turning back.
It was 10:55 and the phone rang and my heart jumped into my
throat. It was “M” and she was breathing heavy.
I heard his voice in the background saying your pussy is so
wet. I wasn’t sure if he was fucking her or eating her
but she obviously had cum. She spoke into the phone and said,
“listen”. I heard slurping sounds and I knew she
was sucking him. I could hear him saying to her you suck my
cock so good Roxanne. I listened eagerly while pumping my dick.
She was going to hang up when I heard his voice say just set
the phone down. Later she told me she was in a chair in the
bedroom setting as he was standing fucking her mouth. He lifted
her legs and slid her to the edge of the chair and plunged his
cock deep into her. All could I hear was her moan loudly as
he entered her. “M” is a screamer and soon she was
screaming for him to fuck her. I strained to listen, I could
hear her clearly but his voice was a little muffled now. I thought
I heard him call her slut and she screamed louder. "M"
enjoys name-calling. All I could do was moan and wank my dick,
as I knew a real cock was pounding her now.
He must have moved closer to her because I heard his voice now
and he was telling her to taste her juices on his cock. He must
have pulled out of her cunt and shoved it in her mouth. He was
nasty and I am sure she loved it. I heard some movement and
muffled voices, later she told me he put her on her knees on
the floor and fucked her from behind. I could hear her moaning
in the background, as I knew she had moved further from the
phone. I listened intently as I could still here the bitch getting
fucked, man she was loud. I heard slapping sounds and her moaning
loudly. He must have been spanking her ass as he slammed into
her. Soon I heard loud moans and her screaming, “cum deep
inside me”. The phone went silent for a few moments and
then she picked it up and in an exhausted voice said, “I
have to go”, and hung up. Man I was right the edge but
I knew better. I began to wonder if she would come home, all
I could do was wait and wonder and I don’t mean wander,
I mean wonder! It had been awhile and she hadn’t called.
She usually calls on her way home. “M” likes to
finish them off and leave and then come home and exercise her
power over me, but tonight she might stay to finish my punishment.
I began to prepare myself and calm down for a long night.
I started reading some stuff and chatting again and feeling
sad and excited at the same time. Part of me wanted her to stay
the night, she had never done that before, but part of me wanted
relief. Soon I heard the door unlocking and my heart jumped
again as she made her way into the bedroom. Her hair was all
messed up and clothes disheveled. She just gave me that evil
look of hers as she started to peel her clothes off. As she
stood there taking off her panties they were sticking to her
crotch. He must have given her a large load. She got on the
bed and began fingering herself as she motioned for me.
I knew what she wanted. He might have been the main course for
the night but I was going to be dessert. Nothing excites her
more then me licking her pussy after a nice cock has used it.
I leaned over to kiss her and I could taste the wine and his
cock on her breath and smell his scent on her face. His cologne
invaded my nostrils and she was getting herself all worked up.
She was still cuckolding me with his smell. She didn’t
have to say anything more, I knew what she wanted and I knew
it was duty. I got between her legs as she fingered her clit
furiously. She started cumming again before my lips even touched
her. I could see some dry cum on the sides of her pussy and
as she came she pushed a little bit of his cum out of her hole.
I licked it up like a madman possessed. She possessed me and
I gave her all of me through my tongue.
“M” grabbed my head and just fucked my face like
a slut and I could hear her saying sternly, “you like
that don’t you”. She can be so fucking evil. It
didn’t matter if I did or not, she liked it and she was
going to have her way. This was a real woman and she was not
scared of her sexuality. She went where most women are scared
to go inside themselves. She knew the depths of desire, passion,
lust and shear fucking nastiness and she embraced it. Even her
Bulls know that they can’t have her exclusively. The few
who have tried have been dropped like a hot potato.
After my face was soaked she let go of my head and I got between
her legs. I stuck my dick inside her well-used cunt. It was
so hot and wet. I love feeling her after she has been fucked.
I pumped her well-stretched pussy with my dick but I knew it
wasn’t anything near what she just had. I rolled off and
finished myself off with my hand as she lay beside me. It was
so fucking intense I could barely get off the bed to clean myself.
Once I returned to the bed she snuggled up to me and told me
how much she loved me and went to sleep. I felt content in her