I’ve been married for ten years, and I’m still learning things about Gloria and myself. Well, one thing about Gloria and two things about me.
I’m writing this because my therapist told me to, but I’m thinking I might share the story on Lush Stories. I’m going to wait before I post it until I’m satisfied it’s over.
A few years ago, I found Lush Stories online and started reading some of the stories. One of the prominent story categories is cuckolding, and I found them, well, exciting,
I mentioned cuckolding to Gloria a few times, but didn’t make a huge deal about it when she shot the idea down. I quit talking to her about it, though I still enjoyed reading them because of the tension they provided.
Apparently, Gloria didn’t forget, and she kept track of what I was reading online and noticed the huge amount of cuckold stories I was reading. I had no idea that she hadn’t forgotten until Valentine’s Day five years ago. When she had me tied in a chair we’d been using for bondage play.
I was trussed up, naked, and she was playing with my cock when the front doorbell rang.
“Who’s calling this late, Gloria? Just ignore it.” I said.
Gloria’s reaction was different. “Not a chance, Scott. I know who it is.” She put on a robe and left the bedroom. I heard the door open and some voices, and then there was quiet.
Then Gloria came back in, leading a stranger. He was dressed, but Gloria had abandoned her robe and was naked again.
My reaction startled me. My cock got hard, and I could see a bead of precum on the tip, and the pit of my stomach started to hurt. I shut my eyes, but I still saw Gloria there in front of the guy, and I saw her nipples were hard and swollen.
“Scott, this is Ted, and you’re going to watch us fuck. I know about all the cuckold stories you're reading, and I've decided to make you experience being cuckolded. That’s such an innocuous word for what’s going to be happening, cuckold. Hot and sweaty screwing, fucking. I’ve been following what you read about cuckolding. Ted’s version is…it sounds a lot more fun for me.”
My vision blurred and I tried to protest, but she showed me a gag and said, “No, stop that. No protests. Ted?”
He had a grin, and he said, “You’re going to be cuckolded on Valentine’s Day, Scott. From now on I can call you cuck. Is that okay? Cuck. When I’ve finished screwing Gloria, and you’ve seen me cum in her, what, her pussy?” He kissed her tits and finished, “Not her pussy, is it? Wives who cuck their husbands have cunts. So I’ll be fucking her cunt.”
“Gloria,” I shouted, “don’t, please don’t."
She looked at me and said, “Scott, it's too late to stop it now. You’ve been obsessed with reading about it, and I want to know what it’s like to have a strange cock take me. You can’t stop me, so just watch. I’ve seen his cock, and I’m going to find out if bigger is better. Several of my friends say strange dick is awesome. Knowing that the cock taking you isn’t your husband is explosive.”
I struggled to get loose, but I couldn't, and she laughed. “You know you can’t get loose, and you don’t really want to, do you. I intend to make you experience your cuckold fantasy.”
Ted was playing with her tits, and she had her eyes closed, clearly enjoying the feelings. She was moaning, her hands all over him. Wanting more.
When he kissed her tits, her hands went around his neck, pulling him tighter. Whispering, “Ted, kissing you in front of Scott is even better than last time we kissed. Let me …” Her voice stopped.
“Undress me, Gloria,” he said. “Show him the cock that's going to make him our cuck.” He looked at me and said, “You want to see it, don’t you? Don’t be afraid to answer yes; it won’t change what happens.”
I couldn't answer, and I tried not to look as she undressed him. But I couldn’t look away. He was right; I wanted to see his cock. She had his shirt off and he was fitter than me; when she removed his pants, she was right. His cock was bigger.
I’d thought all my reading was just vicarious pleasure. It wasn’t. One of the emotions I was experiencing included anticipation. Some of the others were submission and self-hatred, but overwhelming everything was the arousal and anticipation. I wanted it to happen.
He wasn’t timid the way I was my first time with Gloria. All I could do was watch in amazement as he quickly made her cum, exploding, screaming, with just his mouth. He played with her tits. There isn’t any other word; he was playing with them, and she was ecstatic. When she came, I released a little bit of semen.
“Do you want more, Gloria? Tell your husband what it’s like.”
“Ted is…oh God, it feels so good; don’t quit, I’m still cumming. Scott, he’s driving me crazy.”
I could see her tremble as he started on her pussy. Her hands tried to hold his head still as he seemed to feast on her. I heard her making moaning sounds of pleasure interspersed with cries of “Ted,” “yes,” and “more, please God.”
I saw his tongue dipping into her cunt, licking her clit, while his hands were mauling her tits. She kept cumming, one spasm would pass, and another would start.
It was unbelievable watching her respond to Ted.
Suddenly he stopped, moved up, and thrust it in her. Thrust, thrust, thrust, again and again. Then she screamed one last time, and I erupted, spewing my cum all over.
“Gloria, that was unbelievable. Every time you came it was wonderful. And then at the end I almost passed out. Watching you cum with Ted’s cock was incredible. Each and every time.
"When are you doing it again? I want to see you cum for him again.”
