Husband becomes a Cuckold Part 1

PART 1

For two years now I have been fortunate enough to enjoy an open marriage with my wife, Gemma. Actually, when I say open, I suppose it should really be described as a cuckold marriage. Although the option remains for me to have sex with other women, I just don’t really want to. What I really enjoy is her telling me how different men have chatted her up and then sharing the experience as she slowly flirts over days or weeks, ultimately ending up in her meeting the lucky guy and giving up her married body to him.

Gemma is 34 years old (4 years younger than me), brunette and an attractive size 10. She has a naturally tanned complexion which needs little make-up and has always, since the day we met, turned heads in the street. At first it made me a little jealous but as I became more confident in her love for me, I began to revel in the attention other men gave her. This slowly developed into a desire to share her with other men, secure in the knowledge that she would only ever really want me. At first it was just a fantasy but this soon moved on, initially swinging with other couples (though I found watching her with the other man far more exciting than being with the other woman).

It was after a disappointing meet with another couple that we decided to stop and move in a different direction. I had told Gemma how much I enjoyed watching her riding another man’s hard cock and this became our main fantasy. It was Gemma who looked this up on the internet and told me how ‘cuckolding’ was more common than you would think and that if I was 100% certain that I could cope with her sleeping with other men, she just might give it a try. Even so, for the next few months this remained just a fantasy, although Gemma would act a bit flirtier than usual with any attractive men who showed interest in her. During sex she would describe them to me and then go into detail about how they would use her body either as I watched or in some hotel room, sending her home to me used and full of their cum.

I have had a vasectomy so unprotected sex between us wasn’t an issue, and on the occasions we had met other couples, we had used condoms as Gemma was still fertile and we did not want any more children. Even so, the thought of her going bareback with some other stud was a fantasy we both enjoyed and she would always have a massive orgasm as we shared our thoughts, particularly if it involved her making me clean up her lovers cum from her swollen and used pussy.

I have always been straight, well, in reality anyway. I often watched porn films and when I saw the girl enjoying giving the male actor a blow-job and then taking his cum into her open mouth, I would imagine what that would be like and often would imagine myself in their place, taking all that thick cum down my throat as the guy held my head in place, making sure every last drop was swallowed.

Gemma was aware of these bisexual fantasies of mine and would play on them, she even told me that in a perfect world we would find a good looking guy who would first fuck her and then me. She enjoyed a bit of ass play with me, using her smaller dildos and butt plugs on me, over time stretching my ass so the dildos got gradually bigger and bigger. Despite this, we accepted that it was far more likely that she would just be able to pull straight men, at a push someone who would allow me to watch as he fucked my wife. Gemma spent more time on the net, mainly cuckold sites and slowly she began to get naughtier and naughtier, culminating in one particular evening when she presented me with a pair of purple satin panties, trimmed with black lace. I thought at first they were for her but then noticed the size, a 14. “Go on babe, wear them for me tonight, let me feel what your cock feels like under that sexy satin.”

Before bed that night, Gemma told me to go for a shower and to feel free to use one of her razors. “Where?” I asked.

“If you’re gonna wear your new present, I want you to be smooth under them.” she said, “Just like my own feminine cum slut,” she added. I went upstairs and did as she asked, shaving my cock, balls and ass, getting myself horny as I felt the smooth skin under my fingers. By the time I had finished, Gemma was lying in bed, the panties on the duvet next to her.

“Go on then, slip them on.” she instructed me. My cock was already hard as I put them on, feeling guilty but loving the feeling of the cool satin against my freshly shaved skin. As I climbed into bed with her, she immediately reached over and rubbed my cock through them. “Mmm, nice. How do they feel?” she asked.

“Naughty.” I replied, but my erection gave my arousal away and what followed was one of the hottest sex sessions we had ever had, her making me service her with my fingers and tongue, refusing to allow me to penetrate her, telling me that was not what a ‘girl’ would do. I was only able to finally orgasm as she wanked my cock with one hand, calling it my male clit, while at the same time slipping a finger in and out of my ass.

It was just two months ago that our fantasy was eventually realised. Gemma had really got into dressing me up and by this time I had been made to trim all my body hair and she had bought me a number of different sexy outfits, all deliberately over-feminine, in pink and bright red colours. She had even bought me a bra and a pair of fake breasts that could be slipped into the bra, further enhancing the way I felt to her when the lights were out. Whenever I was dressed for her, she would always refuse penetration and treat me like she would a lesbian or bisexual lover. The orgasms, once I was eventually allowed them, were fantastic though and I looked forward each time to being her bitch.

The day arrived; I had finished work early and was relaxing in the house when Gemma came in, a naughty glint in her eye and a big smile on my face. Sitting next to me on the sofa, she kissed me hard on the lips and forced her tongue into my mouth. I responded, sucking on her tongue and entwining it with my own for the minute or so the kiss lasted.

Gemma broke off and leant back, “Well, notice anything different?” she asked.

I had actually, not at first, but I could taste a musky aroma mixed with what I could only presume was a couple of alcoholic drinks she had no doubt had at the pub before finishing for the week. Starting to put two and two together, I asked, “Okay you, what have you been up to?”

“Don’t be mad babe, but would it turn you on to know that only 30 minutes ago the lips you were just kissing were around another man’s cock?”

Yes it did, a lot! I found myself becoming aroused and Gemma noticed. She started to rub the outline of my cock as she moved her head in towards mine. “Does that turn you on babe, I can feel your hard cock twitching. Maybe I should’ve mentioned that not only did I suck his hard cock, on my knees in a toilet cubicle in the gents, like a complete slut, I swallowed nearly all of his thick cum.”

She kissed me again, and this time I immediately realised that she wasn’t joking with me. As her tongue probed into my mouth I sucked eagerly at it, tasting the remnants of this strangers cum. As we kissed, Gemma was undoing her shirt to reveal her lacy black bra. She pulled away from me and in a fake innocent voice, said, “Oh no, look, I must have spilled some.”

Looking down at her 34c breasts, the lacy bra pushing them up and together, I could see what was definitely dried up cum. Without a seconds warning, Gemma grabbed my head and pushed it into her cleavage and without any hesitation, I began to lick at the dried mess. As my saliva moistened the salty stains, I could taste this man’s cum, now starting to glaze my tongue as I licked more of it off her skin.

“Mmmm,” she groaned, “You enjoy that don’t you babe? I bet you didn’t expect that by the end of today you would have tasted a real man’s cum?”

Real man? At first I wondered what she meant by this but she continued almost straight away. “You’ve wanted me to fuck someone else for months now and earlier today I met my new boyfriend. He knows about you and even laughed when I told him how you fantasised about cleaning my used pussy. Don’t worry, I told him that I always used condoms except with you.”

I looked up into her face as she spoke. Gemma gave me a wicked smile before continuing, “Though I must say he didn’t seem to pleased with the thought, I think he prefers to fuck his women bare.”

“His cock is massive, I haven’t fucked him yet but I could feel it when he pushed up against me in the corner of that bar just outside of my work.”

“You done it there?” I asked, surprised, shocked and a little worried. This was a bar used by most of Gemma’s workmates and a few friends of mine, all of who knew we were married. “What if someone saw?”

Gemma squeezed hard on my balls, causing me to grimace. “I don’t care whether anyone saw or not. You wanted me to act like a slut and thats what I have done. Its up to you to explain why your wife needs to look elsewhere for attention.”

Despite mixed feelings of jealousy and arousal, I found my cock growing ever harder. Gemma continued rubbing me and squeezing my balls occasionally. “You know, I always thought your cock was a decent size but if his is anything to go by, I’m gonna have to practice with something a little bigger than your white effort.”

White? “Gemma, are you saying this guy is black?”

“His name is Ty, and yes, he’s black. Is that okay? Does it bother you that your little white wife has been ruined by taking a black man’s cum in her mouth?”

It didn’t bother me one bit. If anything, it turned me on even more. There was so much I wanted to ask her but she had different ideas. “Come on, we’re going upstairs and you are going to use that large dildo you bought me last year to stretch my pussy for Ty, so I don’t disappoint him by not being able to take him inside me.”

I was almost dragged upstairs and made to slip into one of my girly pairs of knickers. For the next hour, Gemma laid back on the bed while I slowly inserted the 10″ long dildo up her pussy, and once she was able to take it all, she had me use it on her like a real cock. She must’ve came about 4 times just in that hour and by the end of it, I was gagging to cum, my cock was dripping pre-cum and my erection had not subsided one bit. I started to touch myself and she saw what I was doing, “Aww honey, do you need to cum?” she asked me, needlessly! “Here, let me help.”

Gemma reached into my panties, damp with my pre-cum and took hold of my cock, guiding it into her pussy. She was gaping wide from the dildo and sopping wet, even so, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to last long as I slid my hard cock into her.

“Are you in there yet?” she giggled, yet this comment, the humiliation of my cock barely making an impression her now stretched pussy, just made me hornier and as she went on in the same vain, telling me that she couldn’t really feel my ‘small’ cock now that she’d experienced bigger, I couldn’t hold off and came hard, shooting my seedless cum into her, groaning in pleasure as I did.

I slumped down on Gemma as my cock twitched the remains of my cum into her. Once she sensed I’d stopped, she gently rolled us over and I presumed she was going to the bathroom to clean up as she always did. But this time she had a different plan. “Don’t think that’s it all over,” she said in a stern voice. “Your little cock may be spent but I need finished off.”

I wondered what she meant until she turned around, above me in a sixty nine position and began to lower her swollen pussy towards my face. As she did so, she grabbed hold of my now flaccid cock and laughed, saying that she hoped Ty would be able to put in a better performance. I was about to reply when my mouth was covered and I tasted her cum at first, and then my own as it flooded out of her wide pussy. The taste shocked me at first but instead of thinking of the salty fluid as my own, I pictured an image where she was sitting on my face after taking her lover’s cum in her wanton cunt. I lapped at her eagerly, tasting the mixed fluids and swallowing what I could. As my tongue flicked at her lit she ground against me harder, almost suffocating me as she moaned in pleasure, egging me on to finish her off. Seconds later she came again and I got another mouthful of our cum as her pussy spasmed, making me have to swallow quickly to cope with the load.

As her orgasm subsided, Gemma climbed off me and lay back down next to me. She leaned over me and slowly licked at my lips, using her tongue to scrape up any remaining cum and direct it between my lips. “Enjoy that babe?”

How could I deny it, even though I had been forced to swallow my own cum and all the time while my wife mocked my size and talked about her new lover, there was only one thing going through my mind.

Swallowing the remaining thick cum that she had fed into my mouth, I could only ask, “So, when are you meeting him again?”