I’ve recently become a cuckold, and I love it. In truth, most of the women I dated fucked around behind my back, so suppose I’ve really been one for years. I knew about their cheating but never let on because it always got me off. Stupidly, I never dared to talk to them about it. But that all changed the night Emma, my wife, came home after a works party.

I was in bed when I heard her come home. I waited a little while, but I went looking and found her sleeping on the couch when she didn’t join me in bed. This was unusual, and I was tempted to leave her there, but in the end, I decided I’d best get her up to our room. Fortunately, Emma is slim. She stands five four weighs 110 pounds, has a lovely pert arse, and perfect 34C boobs. She never fails to turn heads with her dark complexion, a beautiful oval face, dark smoldering eyes, and long dark hair.

I slipped one arm under her shoulders and the other under her knees. As I lifted her, she half woke and wrapped her arms around my neck. I headed for the stairs with her face resting against my chest, suddenly she sighed and said, “Fuck me again, Mikey, I love your big cock.”

That stopped me mid-step. You see, my name is Rick, and my cock is anything but big. So, with my heart hammering and my cock rock hard, I raced up to our room and laid her gently on the bed; she again mumbled drunkenly, but the only word I could understand was Mikey.

My mind was filled with a vision of her riding another man’s cock. It wasn’t the first time I’d imagined it, I’d cum many times fantasizing about her being fucked by different guys, but this time I hoped it’d really happened.

I decided she’d be annoyed if I left her to sleep in her clothes, but that was just an excuse. The real reason to undress her was I was hoping to find signs that another man had recently explored her firm body. I wasn’t disappointed. There was a small love bite just beside one nipple, while the other breast had a trio of faint fingertip-shaped bruises forming along its side. When I pulled down her jeans, I found her g-string missing and her shaven pussy showing all the signs of recently being well used.

I was desperate to kneel between her legs and gently probe her swollen lips with my tongue, but I knew it would have to wait until she was awake.

Lying beside her, I longed to slip my four-inch cock into her, but I resisted and simply wrapped an arm around her, closed my eyes, and let my imagination run wild. My mind was filled with erotic images of Emma’s face, eyes closed, and her mouth opens in a silent moan of pleasure as this man makes her cum. If it wasn’t for the fact that I had made myself cum twice when she was out, I’m sure I would have had my first wet dream since being a teenager, but I still woke up with my cock aching from a prolonged erection.

Finally, by ten in the morning, Emma began to stir.

“Good morning, sexy, a good night, was it?”

She rolled over to face me and just nodded. I could tell she was remembering what she had done and was finding it upsetting. I gave her my best reassuring smile and kissed her gently on the mouth, saying, “You’ve never looked sexier; I want to make love to you right now.”

She smiled back weakly and said quietly, “I need a shower first.”

Placing a finger against her lips, I replied, “No, I want you just as you are.”

She rose, so her back was against the headboard, and pulled the sheet tight around her. Although she was staring straight ahead, I could see her eyes were welling up.

“I need to tell you something, I did something bad,” she whispered as a tear rolled down her face.

I sat up and gently turned her face to look at me, I lifted her chin and smiling said, “No, you don’t, you didn’t do anything thing bad. On the contrary, what you did is the sexiest thing you could ever do for me.”

Looking puzzled, she pulled me to her and began to sob. Taking her in my arms, I said, “I know that last night you fucked a guy called Mikey. I know he had a decent-sized cock, and I know you enjoyed it. I have spent all night longing for you to wake up so I could thank you and reclaim your body.”

Pulling away from me slightly, she looked into my face saying, “You’re not angry?” I shook my head, and she continued. “Are you saying you’re happy I fucked someone else?”

When I nodded, she added.

“Is that because you now have an excuse to dump me?”

I kissed her fully on the mouth, saying, “No, far from it. I’ve longed for you fuck someone else. I know my cock’s too small for you, and I don’t see why you should be denied the pleasure of a properly sized one. I love you and always will.”

She visibly relaxed, laid back down, and said, “You really mean that, don’t you?” I nodded as she threw back the sheet and reached over and gently took hold of my stiff cock and continued, “So you’re saying that you’ll be happy if I fuck other guys? You won’t you be jealous, it won’t hurt you?”

“I am jealous, but it turns me on so much more. It certainly doesn’t hurt me. Knowing you’re satisfied makes me happy. But then again, maybe a little pain is good for the soul.”

Emma became quiet and thoughtful. I knew she was processing what I had said and hoped she could tell just how much I meant it. After a couple of minutes, her hand began to stroke my cock again.

“OK, just to be clear, you may want me to fuck other men, but I don’t want you to fuck other women. So I won’t be OK with that.”

“I don’t want other women. I only want you. It’s only your needs that interest me.”

“So, I get to fuck who I want when I want, but you have to remain faithful?” I again just nodded.

After another minute, she smiled to herself, her decision made.

“Agreed, from now on, I’m going to let any man I chose put his fat cock in my tight pussy, just like last night.”

That was enough to push me over the edge, my body stiffened, and I came so hard that a drop of semen landed on my own cheek.

“Wow, you really are turned on, aren’t you?” she giggled.

I simply smiled and nodded, then asked.

“Will you tell me what you did last night? I want all the details, how it made you feel, did you cum, where did he cum, tell me everything.”

“Are you sure?” Emma replied, “I don’t want to upset you. He was a decent fuck.”

“Tell me everything,” I repeated softly.

“OK, but remember you asked for it,” she said while pinching my softening cock. “He’s a young guy I know through work. He’s fucked a couple of the other girls, and they both said he had a good-sized cock and knew how to use it. We’ve been flirting for a few weeks. I bumped into him in a club. You know what I’m like, so once I’d a few drinks on board, things heated up. He took me for a dance. Almost as soon as we hit the floor, he had his hands on my hips. I moved closer and started to grind against him. He spun me around and pushed his crotch against my arse. His hands moved up my sides until his fingers were resting against the side of my boobs.”

By now, my prick was again hard, and Emma was slowly stroking it.

“I could feel his hard cock pushing against me, so I reached behind and gave it a squeeze.”

Gripping my cock as hard as she could, she leaned in and whispered in my ear. “He was much bigger and harder than this tiny thing.”

I responded by groaning and thrusting my cock in her small fist. A wicked smile showed as Emma realized that she was quickly gaining control of our sex life. Her grip loosened slightly, and instead of trying to crush my cock, she began to dig her nails along its length. It hurt like hell, but at the same time, I loved it. I whimpered, and my breathing became ragged.

“I always knew you enjoyed a bit of pain.” Then, digging her nails deeper, she continued, “I’m going to enjoy finding out just how much.”

Returning to just holding my cock, she continued to recount her night’s adventures.

“He moved one hand down to rub my cunt through my jeans and grabbed my tits with the other. He pulled me close, kissed my neck, and said, ‘I want to fuck you tonight.’ I reached behind with both hands in search of his stiff cock. When I found it, I looked over my shoulder and said, ‘OK, let’s go.’

“It was only a couple of minute cab journey back to his place, and we spent the whole time making out. Just feeling his thick cock through his jeans got me so wet. Sorry babe, but it made me realize how much I’ve missed having a real sized one inside me.”

Continuing with her story, she said, “As soon as we got into his apartment, we were all over each other, he steered me towards the bedroom stripping off my clothes. By the time we reached the bed, all I had left on was my bra and pants. Mikey lifted me on the bed and quickly stripped, by the time I had got my underwear off he was naked, and his hard cock was right in front of my face, I couldn’t resist it, I had to take him into my mouth.”

I have always lacked control, and her story was quickly pushing me to the edge, so I said, “Be careful, I’m so close to cumming.”

Emma let go of my cock and gently cupped my balls. Then, after seeming to weigh them for a moment, she pinched the flesh of my scrotum between her thumb and forefinger and began to twist. The sudden pain made me gasp as Emma said, “You can cum when I say you can, OK?”

And to reinforce her point, she slapped my cock with the back of her hand. The sharp pain was intense, and as much as it turned me on, it also softened my cock a little. She quickly grabbed it and began to dig her nails in again.

“His cock was a nice size, about six and a half inches but thick. He’s not as long as I like but still much better than this….”

Hearing her confirm what I have always known about my cock hardened it still further. In response, Emma drove her nails deeper. The pain was exquisite; I screwed up my eyes against the tears that formed as my breath came in short pants. She remained quiet but kept up the pressure until my cock began to soften again.

“My finger and thumb only just met around it, and I had to open my mouth as wide as I could to fit him in. As I sucked and stroked him, he leaned over to squeeze my arse and slipped a finger between my soaking lips. Then, taking hold of my hair, he began to fuck my mouth, his fingers found my clit, and he began to rub it in time to his thrusts.”

I was beginning to enjoy the pain in my cock; it was no longer enough to keep my full erection at bay. Sensing my growing pleasure, Emma again back-handed my cock, it was no harder than before, but this time, she used the back of her nails. The pain caused me to cry out, and I jack-knifed into a sitting position. The smile on my wife’s face made it clear she was enjoying my discomfort. There was a hard edge to her voice as she said, “Lie back down and make damn sure you don’t cum before I say. If so much as a drop drips from your pathetic cock before I finish, you won’t ever hear the end of the story, is that clear?”

I nodded, and my cock received another slap in return.

“Tell me. What can’t you do?” her voice colder than before.

“Sorry mistress, I won’t cum until you tell me I can.”

I don’t know who was more surprised by my submissive address. It wasn’t intended. It just came out. I felt embarrassed as I looked into Emma’s eyes. She looked slightly shocked, but that passed quickly, and her smile broadened, at that moment, I felt her confidence grow.

“I like that. That’s what I want you to call me from now on,” she said coldly.

“Yes, mistress” this time, it felt natural.

“After a couple of minutes of his fingering, I was desperate to feel his cock inside me. I was begging him to fuck me. But, instead, he twisted me around, so I was on all fours with my arse in the air – you know I love to be fucked doggy style, don’t you?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“And why don’t we do it?” Again, she asked, this time pinching my nipple.

“Because my cock is too small, mistress.”

She was really warming to giving me a little pain.

“He rubbed his bell-end back along my pussy to get it wet then pushed inside. God, I’d forgotten how good it felt to be stretched. I decided right then I was going to start fucking other guys. It’s going to be even better now. I won’t have to do it behind your back.”

“After a few slow thrusts, I was ready to be fucked hard. His pace quickened, and I was pushing back against him. It was fantastic, his balls kept hitting my clit, and I made him fuck me harder. I wanted him to hurt me with his cock. His hands moved from my hips to my shoulders, and he pushed me flat on the bed. By now, I was moaning and gasping, begging him to make me cum. He didn’t disappoint. It was the best orgasm I have had in years, it’s nice with a tongue or a vibrator, but there’s nothing as good as the satisfaction you get from a real man’s cock.”

Her tale had the effect she knew it would, and I was again getting close to cumming. This time she brought me back from the edge with a flick to my balls. That did the trick, the pain hit me in the pit of my stomach, and my impending orgasm receded.

“He flipped me onto my back, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and began to fuck me again. He started slowly; I took his face in my hands and pulled him down to kiss me. Kissing deeply with his cock filling my cunt was so sexy, but I wanted more. So I pushed him away and asked him to make me cum again. He began to drive into me, hard, and in seconds I was hit by another orgasm; it just seemed to go on and on and on. Then it was his turn, his eyes closed and he began grunting in time to short jerky thrusts as he emptied his cum deep inside my cunt.”

With her nails again digging into my cock she kissed me on the mouth and said softly, “That’s right, babe, he filled your wife’s pussy with so much cum. There’s probably loads still in there.”

I was so horny my whole body was tingling. Despite the abuse my cock and balls had been taking, I was getting close to cumming again. I watched as Emma drew her hand back as if to slap my twitching cock, I closed my eyes in anticipation of the pain, but instead, I just felt one finger gently stroke across my knob end.

“Oh dear, you seem to have leaked a little,” whispered Emma.

I opened my eyes in horror. I looked pleadingly at her, silently begging her not to make good on her threat. Emma fixed me with an icy stare, then, after a moment, her face softened, and as she wiped a finger covered in my pre-cum across my lips and into my mouth, saying, “You’ve done well not to cum so far, so I will continue, but any more of this” as she transferred more pre-cum to my mouth, “then you know what will happen, don’t you?”

“Yes, mistress,” I replied earnestly.

“After we’d both cum, we just lay on the bed kissing. He kissed down my neck to my boobs. He loved my nipples; he spent ages sucking and biting them. You know how much I love my boobs being teased, don’t you?”

“Yes, mistress, I love that too.”

“By now, he was fully hard again, so I told him I wanted him to cum in my mouth. So he lay on his back, and I settled down between his legs and began by licking and sucking his balls. Although apart from a patch of pubes at the base of his cock, he was shaved smooth, it makes giving a blow-job so much nicer, so I want all this gone.”.

For emphasis, she pulled on a handful of my pubic hair. Then, when I cried out, she did it again.

“I think this is getting a bit much for you, isn’t it sweetie.”

Emma had picked up on my growing excitement.

“I am astounded you’ve managed to last this long. I am going to be nice and cut this a bit shorter.”

I was conflicted. I loved hearing her describe what had happened, and the mild physical abuse she was giving my cock and balls was fantastic. But I couldn’t hold out much longer. After a moment, I said, “Thank you, mistress.”

“But you still can’t cum until I say so.” Then she continued, “After about fifteen minutes of me teasing his cock, he was ready to explode, so I told him to stroke it as I took his bell-end in my mouth. He came almost instantly. God, there was so much cum, I couldn’t believe it was his second load, needless to say, I swallowed it all.”

By now, I was really struggling not to cum.

“He headed to the kitchen, saying, ‘I’ll get you something to wash that down with.’ A minute later, he returned with a bottle of Champaign. By the time we’d drank it, he was good to go again. To be honest, it’s all a bit hazy after that, but I do know he made me cum at least once more and then left another load in my pussy. You know the rest.”

I began to relax in anticipation of my own orgasm, but Emma hadn’t finished having her fun yet.

“Well, now you have a choice; where do you want to cum? I can give you a handjob, or you can add your little load to his two.”

I about answered when she held up her hand.

“Before you commit know this, the only thing he didn’t do was lick me to orgasm, and I want that now. If it’s a handjob, I will take a shower first, but I want my orgasm straight after if it’s inside me. You will have to lick out both his cum and yours. Now choose.”

Emma knew exactly what she was doing; I have often told her how much I want her to make me lick my own cum from her pussy, she always agrees, but knows I’ll lose the urge as soon as I’ve cum so never goes through with it. I had a feeling this time would be different. Nevertheless, I knew what I wanted.

“I want to cum inside you.”

That answer earned me another back-hand to my cock. It was so unexpected it stopped my breath.

“That sounded very much like a demand.”

Realizing my mistake, I responded, “Sorry. But, please, may I cum inside you, mistress?”

“Yes, you may,” she replied as she lay back and parted her legs. “But don’t expect me to feel it. I’ve had real cocks, so I’ll be too stretched for your micropenis.”

I’d only just pushed my cock between her pussy’s lips when my orgasm hit. Usually, my orgasms are nice, but they’re nothing special. This time was different. The delay in my cumming and Emma’s story had worked like magic; all my nerves seemed to fire at once, and wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Then all too soon, it was gone.

As I rested between Emma’s thighs, she placed a hand on either side of my face, looked at me softly, kissed me gently, and said, “Lick me, I need to cum.”

Surprisingly the idea still turned me on; I kissed down her body until my face reached her swollen pussy. My semen was leaking out, running down over her arse, and pooling on the sheet. I slid down and lowered my tongue to her clit, but before I could start to lick, she stopped me.

“No, I want you to lick me clean first.”

I hesitated a moment, then pushed my tongue against her arse and began to lick up my own mess.

I soon licked away all external signs of my seed so began to probe her slit with my tongue; warming to my task, I pushed my tongue deeper, hoping to release any of her lover’s semen that remained. I began to fuck Emma with my tongue, trying to draw down anything he may have left deep inside her. But all I could taste was my wife’s sweet juices. Moments later, Emma pushed my head away.

“Come up here, lie beside me on your back.”

I did as I was told, then in one smooth motion, Emma threw a leg over my head and lowered her vulva onto my waiting face. I could hardly breathe, but that didn’t matter because I could now get my tongue deep into my wife’s cunt. My face became slick with her fluids as she ground against my mouth. Her thighs were pressed against my ears, cutting off any sound, but the in-out rhythm of her flat belly told me her pleasure was building, and with it came a taste of her lover’s cum.

What started as a drip soon became a flood. She wasn’t exaggerating; there was so much it kept filling my mouth, leaving me no option but to keep swallowing. There was far more than I believed possible, but eventually, the flow stopped. But my reprieve was momentary because Emma’s orgasm took hold, drenching my face with her sexual emissions.

Minutes later, we lay side by side in each other’s arms. “God, I love you, Rick. That was fantastic. Filthy, but fantastic.”

“Thank you, mistress,” I replied.

Emma shook her head. “No, don’t call me that now. Let’s save that for when we’re playing, OK?”

“OK,” I replied. “So, you do want to play again?”

Emma propped herself up on one elbow and looked down at me. “Yes, I want to fuck other guys, I want to be a real slut. Is that what you want?” I nodded. “Good,” she smiled back. Then growing more serious, she added, “Did you like it when I was cruel to you, not just physically, but mentally too?”

Mirroring her mood, I replied, “Yes, it’s hard to explain why, but it really turns me on. When we play like this, I want you to dominate me totally. I think the more degrading and humiliating it is, the more I like it. Does that make me some kind of weirdo?”

“Yes, but I really love your weird. In fact, I am a little worried I might love it too much.”

Feeling slightly puzzled, I asked, “What do you mean?”

“I enjoyed belittling you, but it was the physical stuff that really got to me. I loved causing you pain; I wanted to see how far I could push it. I wanted to see if I could make you cry out.”

“You did, once or twice,” I laughed.

“No, I’m serious. The more pain I gave you, the more sexual pleasure I felt. I was so turned on that I think that if I had made you cry, I would have had an orgasm. That scares me. I don’t know if we should do it again.”

“It scares me too, but we could use safe words, you know, a code word I could say if things became too rough.”

“That would work,” she said, relaxing again.

“But I will want you to do it, you know, cause me enough pain to make me cry. I want my pain to give you that orgasm. I want you to hurt me.”

We continued to talk for hours. Not just about our newfound sexual appetites, but about how much we loved each other and how opening this door may be the best thing we could ever do. In the end, we were both excited for the next time.

To be continued…

 

*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Just remember, even with the limited editing we do, it doesn’t mean any possible major flaws in this story were fixed.