Let the training begin.

So that was how my weekend was going.  I have to say that it was not what I was expecting.  I also can’t say that I didn’t enjoy it. As a recap:

1. My wife took me for a weekend of reconnecting sexually and took me to a Bed and Breakfast with a twist.  It was for cuckolds and cuckolding and chastity.

2. My lovely wife led me to the room and promptly locked my cock in its new cage.

3. I looked on in stunned silence as my wife led one of the B&B employees to our bed by his cock.

4. My wife had just been fucked good and hard by one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen outside of porn.

And now she has informed me that my weekend of training is starting.  Oh, and she is telling me this up on her elbows as her new lover's cum is leaking out of her pussy, her stretched pussy.  I have to say that she looks very satisfied.  Maybe more satisfied than I have ever made her.  Which makes me happy and ashamed at the same time.  I think that might be a part of the cuckolds Delima.

James had given me his parting words.  “Glad to be of service” indeed.  It was also a hit to my pride that I was called cuckold for the first time.  Oddly enough, James then left the room with his clothes over his arm and his cock still glistening with the juices from my now hot wife's pussy.

I have to say that I was still a little in shock as my wife came up to me.  When she started walking towards me I could see James' semen leaking out of my wife and running down her leg. (There was so much). I could see her look down and smile a little when she saw that my cock was still straining at the bars of its cage and leaking.

“Now honey.  I hope you enjoyed your first experience as a cuckold.  This would be the experience that made you into my cuckold.  I can see that you enjoyed it.”

“Yes dear, I enjoyed it and was humiliated and humbled by it.”

She looked down at me,  “Well, that is good, honey.  You know being a good cuckold involves working through all those feelings.  I’m going to go have a nice shower and recover a bit while you calm your little man down, ok.”

Oh my god.  She just called my dick my “little man”.  That stung.

So I sat there and thought about what had just happened and I had to admit to myself, I had liked it.  She was so damn hot.  Oh my god, the sounds she made as James was fucking her.  Just the thought of it started getting me hard again.  Failed the cuckold test.

Just as my ‘little man’ was calming down my wife emerged from the shower,  in a cloud of steam, wrapped in a big fluffy robe.  She looked so happy that I had to smile.

‘Now honey.  I want you to know that I love you and that we will be talking about the particulars of your cuckolding this weekend so that there is no confusion.”

I have to say that I was glad to hear that.  I don’t think I could have taken a cuckolding like some of the stories and videos I had seen,  ones where the cuckold is treated like shit.  That just wouldn’t fly.  I don’t mind a strong, dominant wife putting me in my place, but being treated badly by a bull would just make me angry.

Then she did something I hadn't expected.  She leaned over with the key and unlocked my cage.  “So, now it is time for you to reclaim your pussy.  Now it belongs to James and I want it and me to be yours.”

I have to say that the cage part came off fine, but the base ring just wasn’t going to come off.  My little man had sprung to attention immediately.

My lovely wife was on her side watching me with one leg draped over the other, concealing her freshly used pussy from me, enticing me. As I approached the giant rumpled bed, my hot-wife rolled onto her back and spread her legs a bit.

“Honey, my pussy is still a little sore from the fucking that James gave me.  You know I'm not used to anything that big.  He stretched out my little pussy.  Would you lick me to help me feel better?”

There was only one thing I could say to that type of request.  “Of course dear I would love to.  Anything to make you feel better and happy.”

And yes, her “not used to anything that big” comment was a stab straight to my ego, but I couldn’t complain, he had just been that big.  In comparison, I just didn’t measure up.  I could feel just a little of the humiliation and excitement that cuckolds feel when compared to a truly hung bull.

Being a gentleman or a good cuckold, I started by kissing her feet and worked my way up her luscious body, kissing the soles of her feet, then up to her calves, kissing one and then the other.  As I worked my way up, her legs spread wider and wider, leading me to her pussy.  I kissed one inner thigh and then the other, all the time working my way up, kissing and nibbling my way to her pussy.

I was close enough to smell her excitement when I saw that her pussy did look a bit swollen and well-used.  I kissed and licked that crease where her thigh joins her body, first one side and then the other,  then a gentle lick on her clit, which was already starting to poke out.  I licked and sucked on her clit, getting her to make the most lovely sounds, sounds I loved to help her to make.

Then my tongue delved down and parted her pussy lips.  I rubbed my nose on her clit, just applying extra pressure,  then when my tongue parted her lips I could taste her. As usual, she had an intoxicating taste.  I couldn’t help but slip one finger and then another into her, curling my finger up stroking that special spot, the one that made her cum so hard time and again.  This time was no different.

Well, it was a little different.  When her body shuddered for me, she made that wonderful moan,  her juices started to flow and I could taste her excitement.  I love her taste.  This time there was a different taste mixed in with hers.  It was a slightly bitter taste.  I had a taste of my cum once or twice, just to see how I taste. I knew what I was tasting, and I knew that it wasn’t mine.

I was tasting James, I was tasting the cum that he had left in my wife when they had cuckolded me.  I was sure she had taken a shower, so he must have cum truly deep inside my lovely wife for me to be tasting him now.

Then she did something that she didn't do all that often.  Her legs clamped closed on my head, and her hand was in my hair, holding me there, rubbing her pussy on my face.

“Honey?  Oh my god, you eat my pussy so well.  You always make me orgasm. Can you taste my last lover?  Can you taste James' cum?  God, it makes me so hot knowing that you can taste our sex.”

Now, just between you and me, I have to admit that when I got the taste of James, I was a little shocked.  I knew something like that would be coming, but not so soon, foolish cuckold.

The taste and the added humiliation made me even harder.  I'm so glad I wasn't caged.

“Yes, dear.  I can taste him.  You taste wonderful together.”  As I said that, I knew that it was true and the cuckold in me wanted to taste more.  So I kept rubbing that spot as I went from licking to sucking her pussy, making her cum again, which released some more of James's cum, which I licked up and swallowed.

The love of my life added a little humiliation when she came, making it all the more exciting.  “Oh my god.  That's it.  Suck his cum out of me cuckold.  I wish I hadn't washed him out of me.  Suck me.”

As she was giving me my directions, the first she had ever given me,  my mind flashed back and showed me in perfect detail, James's balls tightened up as he came and drove himself deep into my wife.  It was so considerate of him to give me such a good view of my cuckolding.  Right then right at that moment, all it did was excite me.  So I kissed my way up my lovely wife's body, stopping to pay attention to her nipples, which were rock hard,  like little pebbles.

I kept working my way up until my lips finally met my wife’s lips – James' lover's lips.

“I wish I could taste James on your tongue.  I didn’t get to taste his cum as I was sucking his cock.”

I couldn't quite wrap my head around the fact that my wife was talking to me about sucking another man's dick, a dick that I had just seen deep in her.  Sadly, her mentioning his cock just as I was about to reclaim her made me even harder and want her all the more.

And as those thoughts wound their way through my brain to my cock my wife kissed me, and it was such a kiss.  Full of passion, longing and lust, I could feel the love as she sucked my tongue into her mouth like she had sucked his cock.

I could feel her hand between our bodies.  She was grabbing and stroking my dick.

“Oh someone is hard, so hard,  I don't think you've been this hard for me in years.  I think you feel bigger than before; not as big as James, but bigger.”

She was stroking my dick, telling me how big I felt, and she had to compare me to James, had to humiliate me just a little more.  I swear she made me leak some pre-cum when she said it.

Then her hand was cupping my balls, which were so full I could hardly stand it. “Uggah.”

Her grip had tightened on my aching nuts.  She wasn’t cupping them, she was squeezing them, and not in a nice, gentle way.  It was more of these are mine kind of way.

“I can feel how full you are, how badly you need to cum, to reclaim me.  But I have to tell you one of the house rules.”

I was so wound up, so ready, my hips were making little thrusting motions.  I couldn’t seem to help it, and she held my balls tight the whole time.  My body may have been moving, but my balls were held in place.  She leaned in close and I could feel her breath on my ear as she whispered the rule in my ear.

“You have to clean up any messes you make.  You clean me, lick me, suck me clean whenever I tell you, when I don't tell you, or whenever there is a little mess for you to clean.

I knew what she was saying: cum, I would be eating cum.  But right then I just didn’t care.  I so wanted to fuck my wife for the first time in such a long time.  I wanted to cum in her, and make her mine again.  “Yes dear, I understand.  Please let me in you.”  Just like that my fate was sealed.

I could see her smile as I felt her hand shift from my swollen balls to my dick, guiding me to her opening.  The head of my dick was at her opening.

“Do it, honey.  Make me yours again.  Reclaim your pussy.”

I did just that, with one thrust, I was balls deep in her and it felt like heaven, a heaven that, if I had to tell the truth, was not as tight as I remembered.

“Oh, honey, you feel so good in me.  I love the feel of your cock in me.”

That was it.  I was just so wound up, so excited, I couldn't hold it any longer.  I'm not sure how long we fucked, but it certainly wasn't as long as I had gone in the past, and I didn't care.  I just wanted to cum.  After all the teasing in the car and the live sex show in the room, I was on the edge sooner than I thought I would be.  I wanted it to last longer than I did.  I knew that a cuckold only had release when his hot wife allowed.  But I was part stag, I just didn't know how it would work out.  Then she pushed me over the edge.

“Do it, lover.  Cum in me.  Breed me.  I want to feel your cum shooting into me.  Mixing with James' cum.  He bred me, and now it's your turn.  Mix your cum with his.  Maybe it will be your baby.”

I knew for a fact that we were past the time of having babies, but holy hell when she mentioned breeding, mixing my cum with his, and maybe it would be my baby, I couldn’t hold back.  I gave one last hard thrust, getting as deep as I could, and came.  What felt like buckets of cum sprayed from me and into her and it was glorious.  What was even better was that she came again at the same time.  She was mine, my wife, my woman.  Then as I lay on her, our bodies pressed together, my softening cock still lodged in her, gasping for breath, she reminded me that she was my hot-wife and I her cuckold.

“Oh, that was wonderful, honey.  I love the way you fit in me, without the discomfort of having to stretch me open, now bring that little dick up to me.”

I loved that she liked how I felt in her and that I could still make her orgasm.  I didn’t love the ‘little dick comment.’  But what was I to do?  So I did what I was told me to and pulled my dick out of my lovely wife and knelt by her at the head of the bed.

“Oh, he is slippery.  We did make a lot of love juices, didn't we?  He needs to be cleaned up.

Damn, is she is going to lick my dick clean?  Just the thought of it made me start to swell.  Luckily for me I didn't have to worry about the swelling.

She was holding my balls and dick in one hand ,her other was under the pillow.  She was looking up at me, smiling, and I could see the joy in her eyes.  Which distracted me from her other hand.  Which came out of hiding and went to my swelling penis.

The cage went on much quicker this time.  The ring was already in place, like a cock ring, and I didn’t have a full-on erection this time.  So, in just a few moments, my ‘little man’ was back in his cage.

“There we are.  We have to follow the rules of the house and all cuckolds need to be in their cages.  And you are my little caged cuck aren’t you?  But don't worry it is not forever.  Now it's time for you to follow the house rules.”

For just a moment, I was wondering just what she was talking about.  Then she tugged on my balls and spread her legs.  Then it dawned on me that I had made a mess – a glorious mess.

“Yes, I am your caged cuckold.”

Then it dawned on me, I had to follow the house rules.  I looked down to where her legs were spread for me.  Only this time, it wasn't my dick that she was wanting.  It was safely caged.  I leaned over and gave her a little kiss on the lips. “Yes, dear.  House rules.”

I kissed my way back down her sweaty body, licking up our sweat, getting closer to that magic spot, that well-fucked pussy.  I could smell her sex before I was there, and it was intoxicating.  We smelled erotic and sexy together.

I had tasted cum before.  Initially, it was just a little taste of my own.  Now I had a taste of another man's cum, thanks to James.  Now it was time to get more than a taste, and I had a good idea of how much I had cum after the shenanigans of the day.

I kissed my way over her little tummy, to her thigh, and I was there.  So were our juices.  Her pussy was still open, and my juices were slowly running out of her.

“It needs to be done, honey.  I've been told that the first time is the hardest, and I do need to be cleaned.  Best to get started before your cum cools down.”

I took a deep breath and smelled us, and started to get hard.  I could feel my cage dangling between my legs reminding me that my dick wasn’t mine anymore.  That motivated me and I started how I would normally start to pleasure my wife, kissing around her clit, little licks and kisses,  then around the sides where there was a little cum, not more than I had tasted of my own.  Her pussy was open and leaking a slow white stream of cum.  It helped that my lovely wife was starting to make some very pleasing noises.

"Mm, that feels good, honey.  Make sure I get nice and clean my cuckold.”

And that was it; a cuckold has to do his duty.  I was sinking more and more into that cuckold mind space, and started licking.  No, I started cleaning, long, slow strokes from the bottom of her opening to the top, scooping up my cum as I went, swallowing it, doing my cuckold's duty.  I could taste and feel my cum in my mouth.  It was slightly bitter, slippery and I could feel it in my mouth.

My tongue went deeper and deeper, scooping out more cum, more of my seed and maybe a little of James’.  If he was still there I couldn't tell the difference.

Then my love surprised me again.   Her legs clamped my head in place,  her hands were in my hair holding tight.  “That's it, cuckold.  Lick my cunt clean.  Make sure all your cum is out of my cunt.”  Then she ground her pussy into my face, and I could swear she came as she was dominating me.

That is when I realized that she was dominating me,  asserting herself,  and I loved it.  I could feel my cock trying to swell in its little cage, and that made me even more excited, more motivated.  I thrust my tongue as deep into her cunt as I could.  I scooped my cum out of her and noisily swallowed it until there wasn't any more cum.  I was just eating her pussy.  Then, with a groan, her thighs released me and she actually pushed me away with her feet.

“Oh damn.  That is enough for now.  You did a great job.  I want you to remember how good that felt for next time.  Honey, we both know all the cuckold porn that you have been watching. So I talked with the management before we arrived and we decided that we can accelerate your training, starting this evening after I have a nice nap.

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Training continues in Husband Gets What He Didn’t Ask For 3.  All constructive criticism is gladly accepted as is ideas on direction for the cuckolds training.  I hope everyone enjoyed it.