Amazing Real Cuckold Story
The Real Cuckold Story
“It was a dark and stormy night,” Bob began, swirling his scotch in the glinting cut crystal glass. “Or at least it felt that way, given the emotional tempest brewing hot and heavy between my wife, Linda, and I. We’d been married for 7 years now, and while we still loved each other dearly, our sex life had grown as stale as the crackers I often used to scoop up the egg salad at the corner deli. Linda was beauteous, buxom, and still turned heads wherever we went despite our settled life. But lately, especially in the bedroom, our lovemaking had become something of a routine. Missionary position every Friday night after The Office re-runs finished and before the plateful of Dudley Do-Right commercials assaulted our ears.
Then one evening, I came home to find Linda sprawled out on our messy marital bed, her curvaceous body glazed with a sheen of sweat, and a look of pure, carnal bliss upon her face. It was a sight to behold, one that made my manhood instantly stiffen in response. But then, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted him behind her – our neighbor James, my wife’s rock hard penis still glistening from her pussy, yanking a sweaty wisp of hair in the afterglow. “What’s going on here?” I stammered, my voice a guttural rasp as James smirked back in reply, his lips still glistening with Linda’s juices.
“Just having some fun, Bob,” she panted, her ample bosom heaving with exertion. “James offered me a ride back from yoga class – he told me he was invited to your company party tonight – and one thing led to another…”
As she spoke, my worst fears came true. James sauntered closer, cupping Linda’s heart-shaped behind and giving it a possessive squeeze as she let out a sigh of pure, unadulterated pleasure. In one fluid motion, he then positioned her on her hands and knees before him and thrust his engorged member back into her sopping wet pussy, fucking her like the stud she clearly craved while I looked on with a mixture of disbelief and resignation. “C’mon, man,” James laughed, flashing me a cocky grin as he plunged his shaft deep inside Linda’s eager hole. “You know you want to be part of the fun.”
And fun it indeed was, as I revealed in my turn, eagerly stripping off my Dockers and Fruit of the Looms before taking my hard cock in my hand. Linda’s green eyes lit up with giddy delight as I positioned myself before her and stuck my penis in her mouth, allowing her to suck me off as James plowed into her pussy from behind, my cock slipping in and out of her hot, succulent mouth as my neighbor’s plunged deeper into her tight hole. James caught my gaze then, smirking at me anew as he grabbed Linda’s ass for leverage, his chestnut colored balls slapping hard against her soft skin. “She wanted you to watch her get fucked real good,” he growled, “To let you know that she preferred a real man’s cock to yours.”
And fuck good he did, with Linda cooing and moaning in ecstasy at the dual stimulation, one of my big hands playing with her throat while the other gently caressed her tits. They both knew I’d discipline her later, that I’d punish her pink little pussy for coaxing other men’s cocks with her lewd little lovepotions, but for the moment, the three of us carried on in pure, unbridled passion. In an unexpected twist, Linda then offered me her hand, allowing me to scoop her fingers with my semen as James came hard into the vaginal folds, his cheeks slapping against hers in ferocious ecstasy as Linda then scissored my load in her mouth before swallowing it down like the obedient little cum slut she’d become.
That was how our home lives began to take on a new, kinky edge: Linda became the devout wife by day, dutifully helping me with the dishes on Tuesday evenings and picking up dry cleaning come Friday. But by night, the insatiable vixen came out – and no corner of my social circle was left untouched by her relentless, weak-in-the-knees seduction. There was libidinous Lenny, the grocer on the 2300 block wearing nothing but overalls that swung open to reveal a cock of epic proportions; pedestrian Peter, the barber with the nasty crush who could make Linda come in a backroom just from a b-ball rub she literally begged for during light banter over hair gel; and motivational felcher Frank with his lube slick fingers. Linda had an almost insatiable appetite for cock – and an arsenal of t-girl toys and F/M/F movies to boot.
I, for one, LOVED it – cucking was my particular kink, you see – and I absolutely relished it as Linda proudly flaunted our new lifestyle to our gaping friends. James became her ideal b/f – and my personal bio – and I became the famous cuck married to his whore. A cuckold is but a castrated being, right, Dr. Freud? Well then, I embraced it, and relished its position in our lives and bedrooms, duly manning my station – and my phone – in front of the webcam whenever Lenny, J., or Figures blaring his whip-wielding tales took my wife to task. For was I not simply living out Linda’s and my deepest fantasy – one of wife sharing with the neighbors? Call it being an accommodative husband, an open-minded, kinky cuck… but I’ve never felt so free, so alive, or so obviously, deliciously in my rightful place. Yes, the place my wife chose for me: the man paid to bear witness to her impromptu, alleyway flagellation – with Lenny’s skilled hand pumping me dry as the cum ran down my face time and again.
