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jakejjsand -> Real cuckolds (10/26/2009 7:11:06 PM)
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Just a little background for those not in the know - a cuckold typically is a submissive man who takes sexual pleasure from his wife/partner/Mistress 'cheating' on him with another man/group of men; usually the other men are stronger, more virile, more well endowed and sexually talented. The base of our pleasure is derived from the fact that we know our partners are cheating, and that they use this power to subjugate and humiliate us while denying us our own sexual satisfaction.
So often when that mood strikes, I find myself trolling the net for that special fetish that seems to get me going like no other. Yet most of the time I come away disappointed. As with many of the less common fetishes such as cuckolding, there are very limited amounts of visual pornography, and much of what's out there is so badly done that it's almost deflating to view rather than arousing. The stories aren't much better. Most of them are written by men - as a result, they're mostly filled with a few choice words, blatant summaries of unrealistic self-fulfilling fantasy. It's like they got horny, were briefly inspired to pen their fantasy, then came 30 seconds into it and stopped giving it any effort after the first paragraph.
I'm not claiming to be the cuckold Shakespeare by any stretch of the imagination, but I hope that the sincerity and truth of my efforts make up for any lack.
Let me first begin by introducing my situation. I'm 28, and my wife is 25. We've known each other for 12 years, dated for most of that time and been married for 2. I'm easily the freak of the relationship, always have been. Aside from just being an overly horny guy, I've been especially turned on by BDSM and fetishes since I figured out how to masturbate. My wife knows this. She's not a big fan, but as she's not exactly the most adventurous person sexually she sometimes enjoys a few of the ideas I come up with. Unlike most of the fake stories I read, I wasn't 'caught' jacking off to cuckold porn. I had the cuckold talk with her face to face after getting her plastered. She knew I was submissive, as we'd tried a few of those roleplays before and enjoyed them, but she was completely surprised to hear the extent to which I truly craved her to own me, to use me for her pleasure, and to feel free to explore anything that she wanted as I'd be much more turned on than hurt to see her suck a strong, hot guy's dick in front of me.
She laughed at first before thinking about it. I'm not sure how often girls think about it. Obviously, for guys it's constant - we see a girl, and the first question is would you or wouldn't you? So I suppose it's only natural that as a submissive male, I can think of no other gift as appropriate to give as my blessing for her to pursue any sexual interest she finds. At first she wasn't interested at all. Like most girls, she yearned to be dominated herself by a strong man, so of course cuckolding me didn't exactly tickle her. But every so often, usually when we were having sex, she would talk with me about details. I explained how she could finally experience a truly dominant guy. I also explained some examples of the cuckold lifestyle, like keeping me in chastity and using that added control. After I showed her the CB 6000 chastity device online, she became much more interested. She started looking up things by herself. One of the changes I noticed was that she was becoming more honest about my shortcomings. She asked why I couldn't last longer, or why I couldn't get hard again immediately after I came. I could only apologize, and offer to go down on her, the one thing at which I was truly gifted.
Finally, a few months after I had first brought it up, she let me know she wanted to try it. I was shocked. I hadn't changed my mind, but I had gotten very used to simply joking about it or talking about it during sex. We had talked about threesomes before, swinging, public sex, but we always just talked, never took any action. I was scared and excited to hear her say that this was something she really wanted to try. The problem then became, who? Who and how?
Most of my cuckold fantasies involved hardcore humiliation, where she fucks a huge muscle bound guy as I kneel beside them waiting to clean up the mess. She had other ideas, however. She didn't want some stranger off of the net, or some random guy we picked up. She also wanted to do it by herself, at least at first. I asked if she had anyone in mind, because it certainly sounded like she did. She barely betrayed a smile, remaining silent. I knew she was embarrassed, and that I needed to be patient and not force it. "It's ok, we can work that part out, just let me know who." She looked at me for a second, then let it out. "I want to try it with Chris." Something clicked inside my head, letting me know that I should have seen this coming. Who else besides her ex-boyfriend would she feel comfortable enough fucking? I guess my fantasies just never let him in. The reason was that she had cheated on me with him years before, something I wasn't sure I was over. I knew the guy well, we were friends before and after, but the affair had permanently changed how I saw him. My wife sense my hesitation, but remained uncharacteristically firm. "If you're serious about this, than it's going to start with him." I knew that I had no choice, and from that familiar rising feeling in my jeans that maybe I might actually get some perverted sense of closure by watching Chris use my wife. I wondered aloud if she would tell him everything I wanted to try, how she would use me, if she would want him to use me as well. "Oh no, you're not going to be there!" she said, surprised that I thought I would.
This wasn't going at all like I had imagined. "But...I thought that's what we had talked about?" She took my hand and softly rubbed it. "Babe, I know what you wanted to try and we might get to that. But this is supposed to be about me, not you, right?" I nodded. "Then this is how it's going to be, or we're not doing it at all. I don't want to pick up any strange guy, I'm not even good at bringing up that kind of thing. But Chris has been...well, he's been showing interest again in the past few months." She took notice of my alarmed look, holding my hand tighter. "No, babe, nothing blatant, but I know when he's hitting on me. And then you brought up the cuckold thing, and...well, it just makes too much sense. I love you, but you want me to fuck who I want, and I want to fuck him." I was rock hard and hating myself, but I knew she was right. I finally nodded, and she hugged me excitedly. "Thank you babe, I love you. I also got you a present..." She got up and went to our bedroom closet, pulling out a FedEx package.
Sure enough, it was the CB 6000. If you haven't seen one before, just put it into google. It's a clear, hard plastic penis case that fits a soft penis inside. It comes with 2 other plastic pieces that attach behind the scrotum up against the pelvis, with small plastic connectors. The middle connector slides through the top of all three pieces, then has a tiny opening for a mini padlock that can only be unlocked with its accompanying key. The actual penis case curves down and ends abruptly, ensuring that no erection can manifest. There's slight openings on the side that allow for easy cleaning, and an opening on the end that allows for urination without having to remove the device. It does force the wearer to sit down to pee. My wife smiled evilly.
I already talked to Chris earlier today. He's taking me out tonight." I could only gape at her. She'd never in her life been so proactive for something related to sex. "I want you to sit in the room here naked, with this on, until I return." This was a challenge, as we lived in an apartment with 2 other female roommates who were both home that night. "I've talked to Gina already." Gina was her closest friend, and the one we shared a bathroom with. "She'll have the key here in case of an emergency, and she'll be checking in on you to make sure you're behaving." Again, I could only gape. She was always the one terrified of letting the other girls know she even had sex, much less the twisted shit I was into. Her phone chimed, and she checked it. "He's almost here. You better hurry up and get ready." She was actually getting flushed. She changed quickly into one of her cuter shirts and my favorite khaki skirt. It wasn't super short, it came down to her mid thigh, but from experience I knew how easily it could be lifted up. She glanced up at me as she began fixing her hair. "Get naked, slave!"
I scrambled into motion, taking off my clothes and fumbling with the CB 6000 case. I got it out, figured out how to work it quickly, but there was a problem. My erection wouldn't go down. She looked over again and laughed, then went to the kitchen and returned with a bowl filled with ice water. I recoiled, but she grabbed my balls roughly and pulled me over. "Dip them! I don't have time for this." My entire body shivered violently as I obeyed, dipping my balls and my incredibly hard dick straight in. It took only a matter of seconds before they went completely numb, and my erection vanished. My wife had read that little trick on the CB forums, apparently. She finished getting ready, then rubbed some of the lotion she was using on my numbed penis, which had shrunk from it's average hard length of 6.5" to about 1 pathetic inch. She slide the cage easily over it, selecting the smallest of the scrotum pieces and the smallest connector. With a sickening click, it was over. My cock already was warming up, and began to fill the cage but could not become any larger.
She checked her phone, kissed my forehead then began to walk out. "Please babe!" I called out, "Just please come home in not too long." She smiled, and nodded. "I'll try."
I sat there as the door slammed. I couldn't believe it was happening. I couldn't believe how incredibly horny I was, or how hard my dick felt inside this tiny cage. I felt like grinding my dick on anything I could reach. Suddenly I realized the bedroom door was open, and I rushed to close it. I got onto our computer, and started browsing my favorite cuckold sites. I chatted on one of the adult personal sites she had agreed to let me try, and was greeted with sympathetic disbelief when I excitedly told anyone that wanted to chat what my wife was up to. It was the most natural and powerful high I'd ever felt, pure sexual energy.
After about an hour, the high wore off a bit and I started to wonder what they were doing. I texted her, asking if everything was ok. No answer. I heard the front door open and shut, then a knock on the bedroom door. "Jake! It's Gina, open the fucking door." I opened the door a crack, but she pushed it open and walked in. I sat back down at the computer desk, unsure what to say. She looked me up and down, then started laughing. "Oh my god, Jake, I can't believe you really did this. Let me see it!" I blushed, then stood up. She laughed harder, then apologized. "I'm sorry, I can't help it. I just can't believe..." she held back another laugh. "You're actually letting her fuck her ex?! The one she cheated on you with?" I could only nod, I had no idea Beth had told her. "That's beyond pathetic dude. He must be pretty good." She winked, then left the room.
The hours passed even more slowly. I grew more and more frustrated that I couldn't masturbate, thinking that my wife was probably at that moment. I had never been hornier in my life, and that was saying something. I wondered more and more if Gina was horny, or in any way turned on by my predicament. By 11, I was insane. Beth had been gone since 7. I had tried unsuccessfully to stimulate myself through the cage a few times. I finally worked up the courage to knock on her door. "Ya?"
I somehow managed to ask her if maybe she wanted me to eat her out. She looked at me surprised. "That's all, please, just let me go down on you. I love it, and I"m really good. I'll lick your ass..." "Shut the fuck up Jake!" I stopped. "Sorry" I muttered. She laughed again. "Eat your wife out when she gets back, loser. I'm going to my boyfriends." I walked back into the room, ashamed but still incredibly horny.
At 3am, I was just lying down in bed, thinking Beth was probably gone for the night when the door opened. She came in, hair tousled, face red. "Jake...honey...oh my god." I looked up. She walked over, and slid off her skirt. "Do you want me to tell you..." I nodded furiously. "Everything! Please Mistress..." She took the greeting as a sign that I was deep inside my sub mode, and she was only too happy to play the domme after her night out. "On the ground!" I knelt before her eagerly. She smiled, sliding her skirt off. Her thong was gone, revealing her neatly trimmed pussy. She forced me all the way down onto my back, then slowly sat down placing one knee on either side of my head. "He fucked me 8 times, Jake. He fucked me twice in his car when he picked me up, then took me to dinner. He took me back here and fucked me 6 more times." She spread her thighs and sat down fully on my mouth. "Can you smell him, Jake? Can you smell Chris?"
I was too horny to answer. I immediately began to eat her out, moving my tongue around furiously and unconsciously grinding my caged cock up against her. She moaned, putting her hands in my hair and pulling roughly. I slid my tongue straight up inside of her, tasting so many unfamiliar musty tastes, when all of a sudden a small puddle of milky, thick semen began seeping down into my mouth. Beth looked down and I knew what she wanted without her having to say it. I greedily took it in my mouth, and kept pleasuring her. More began to seep out as she got warmed up again, until finally she came with a furor I'd never seen before, nearly suffocating me.
There were several other cuckold nights that we tried, a few of them worth telling, but that's it for now.
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