28 - Giving It All He’s Got! #3
I think my tone made it clear it was more of an instruction than a request. But no matter how it sounded, it seemed my husband was evidently willing to participate.
He reached out, kind of hesitant, and then put his hand on Mike semi-erect cock.
It was of course slick with cum and my pussy juice, which was kind of the point.
The sticky, messy, physical reality of cucking was right in front of Tommy now, and he could flinch and shy away and give up on the whole thing. Or he could get close up and personal.
“Yeah, little buddy, fluff it up,” said Mike, with just a hint of a sneer.
I’d told him that we needed to degrade Tommy, but not so much that he collapsed like a stack of cheap crockery.
There’s a fine line, I reasoned, and we had to stay on one side of it.
The dirty, twisted, but basically humane side. Kind of.
Tommy began to run his hands along Mike’s prodigious cock, and I began to flick my bean as I watched that gorgeous organ become engorged again.
I could see from Tommy’s expression that he was into it, enjoying the tactile pleasure that no video could offer.
And Mike was smiling, the bartender seeing a rich customer serving him for a change.
“Suck my cock, little buddy,” growled Mike.
“Yeah, Tommy,” I added quickly, making a little space for him on the bed. “I’d really like to see you suck him off.”
Mike did hesitate for a couple of heartbeats at that, but then he got rid of his crumpled pants and crawled onto the stained covers between us.
He looked at me, eyes gleaming with excitement, before tentatively reaching out with his pink tongue to lick the slit on the tip of Mike’s now-rigid cock.
Tommy ran his tongue around the spunky glans and then, with a little lunge, took the first four inches or so into his mouth.
Mike reached up to hold my husband’s head in place, then pumped his hips a few times, face-fucking Tommy.
“He’s into it,” Mike concluded. “Oh, yeah, use those lips, that tongue, keep me good and hard, little fella.”
Tommy was getting into it now, sucking and slurping, making involuntary noises along with the wet sounds of fellatio.
I decided to have some fun and inserted a finger into Tommy’s ass.
He flinched at that, and for a second, I was afraid he’d bite Mike.
But we’d played this kind of game before, and he soon resumed his duties as I stretched his ass a little.
I decided, after some exploration, that the last phase of the plan I’d outlined to Mike would be feasible, probably.
Assuming we got that far.
“Oh, yeah, I’m gonna come!” groaned Mike. “And you’re gonna swallow my load, my little man-bitch!”
Tommy made a vague affirmative noise, gagged a little as Mike made a big hip-thrust and sent all but the last two inches of his cock into my husband’s face.
It was quite something when Mike bellowed in sensual joy and the first driblets of spunk appeared at the corners of Tommy’s mouth. It was fun, sure, but kind of weird.
“You enjoying that, hun?” I asked.
To his credit, Tommy tried to nod and made another muffled noise.
Then he gave a big gulp, followed by another.
He was lucky, I guess, that the first, far bigger load had gone up into my cunt.
But he still had quite a lot to swallow, and coughed up a fair amount onto the bed.
Then Mike was through and Tommy could let the long, brown dick fall out of his mouth.
“Good head,” Mike remarked to me. “Your old man’s not bad.”
We exchanged a significant look. Now Tommy was sandwiched between us, we could more on to the next phase.
We’d discussed this and my first instincts about Mike had been right – he was a very progressive young man, sexually speaking.
He was happy to fuck another guy, just so it was clear that Mike was the man.
Which was why I was currently inserting three fingers into his ass and stretching that sphincter so far as it would go. Fortunately, that was quite a way.
“Okay, honey,” I said to Tommy, whispering loudly into his ear.
“Now we’re at the moment of truth. Your ass is ready for a good, hard fucking.
But is your mind? Do you want to be a cuck who gets fucked?
Because Mike and me, we want it. And if you want this whole setup to be part of our lives from now on, you getting fucked in the ass is part of the deal. ”
After I had come to terms with what Tommy wanted, I had decided to take the whole cuck thing to the max as soon as possible, on a kind of ‘kill or cure’ basis.
Would my husband submit to every form of humiliation, degradation, subjugation?
Or would he balk at it, and kind of ‘reset’ our relationship to something a little more conventional?
Either way, it would be fun finding out.
“Okay,” Tommy said simply.
Hell, he even gave a little smile. It occurred to me that he must have seen every possible cucking scenario played out in his extensive viewing of porn. But I was still surprised, and rather touched, that he could be so ‘normal’ about it.
“Okay, little buddy,” said Mike. “Assume the position. Your hotwife will help out, I guess.”
I did help out, making sure that Tommy was kneeling in the right position to be fucked good and hard. It was novel for him, of course, but also for me. For the first time, I saw my husband, the guy who had penetrated me hundreds of times, waiting to be fucked.
This time, I helped Mike get hard, stroking and sucking a little, fondling those big balls, while Tommy just had to wait and listen to our affectionate, salacious noises.
I’d brought some lube, of course, and squirted it liberally onto Mike’s dick and into my hubby’s butt-crack.
Then I stepped back and let the big man go to work.
I think I heard Tommy whimper slightly as Mike parted his butt cheeks.
With a glutinous sound, the bull’s lubed dick slid into the gap and butted against my husband’s anus.
Mike gave a little chuckle and pushed, gently at first, as Tommy gasped.
I had a moment’s doubt, wondering if that sphincter was as elastic as I’d assumed.
But then I saw the first couple inches of Tommy’s rock-hard schlong disappear into my spouse’s asshole.
Tommy emitted an “Ahhhh!” sound, and I felt it was more in relief than discomfort.
Once the bulging tip of Mike’s cock was inside, I reasoned, the tricky part was over.
Now the bull was moving inside Tommy, thrusting slowly, and quite deep.
Seeing Mike’s hands holding my husband in place while he fucked his butt made me oddly aroused.
I was frigging myself again as Mike gradually picked up speed, and Tommy started to gasp, emitting little shrieks now and again, exactly like a woman getting it from a big stud.
I walked around to stand close by and kept masturbating.
Seeing that length of brown gristle pumping into Tommy’s pale ass could have been comical.
But instead I felt oddly fulfilled. My husband had wanted to see me fucked by another guy, so I’d fixed it.
And I had deduced that he wanted something more, something that took cucking to another level, and now that too was being done.
In my own way, I was a good little wifey.
I was also coming for the second time that evening, my clit erupting with erotic pleasure, the waves of orgasm spreading through me, while Mike carried on banging away.
I wondered if Tommy would be able to walk straight for the next few days, because now the bull was giving it serious jackhammer action.
Five minute passed, then ten, and I brought myself off another four or five times just watching poor Tommy getting pretty much demolished.
“Oh, shit, yeah!”
Finally, just when I thought we’d be there until dawn, Mike gave his trademark roar of delight and slowed down his stroke rate.
More cursing and bellowing, while Tommy gave out a kind of sighing scream, part relief, part pleasure.
When Mike pulled his fat cock out of Tommy a cascade of jizz followed.
When the flow diminished, I saw how wide open and raw his asshole looked.
Mike slapped Tommy hard on his right butt cheek.
“You enjoy that, little man?”
Tommy gave a plaintive ‘Yes,’ sounding exhausted. I recalled my first anal fuck, so many years ago, and how good it was. Clearly, my husband and I now had one more thing in common. I helped Tommy up, more spunk drizzling from his butthole down his legs.
“Wow,” I remarked. “Messy fun, huh?”
He smiled weakly.
“Took it like a man, buddy,” said Mike, slapping Tommy on the shoulder, making him stagger a little. We guided him to the shower, and fucked outside the cubicle while he watched through the glass.
***
That first night set the parameters for what was to follow.
We moved on from the motel to inviting Mike around to our lovely home, so he could cuckold Tommy on the actual marital bed.
That turned on my spouse even more. Tonight, though, I’m adding another twist. Mike is due in about an hour, and before then I’m going to transform my husband into a skanky ho, a total porn cliché.
I’ve got some skimpy, ill-matched lingerie in large sizes, a set of big fake rubber tits, a slutty platinum blonde wig, and a lot of make-up products.
I’ve laid a lurid orange leopard print skirt on the bed, along with a skimpy bustier and a denim jacket.
I even found some six-inch heels in Tommy’s size.
I can hear his car pulling into the garage right now as I check the bottle of lube, make sure we have plenty left.
“I’m home,” I hear him call.
“I’m up here,” I reply. “Got a surprise for you.”
“I’m sure he’ll love it.”