#1 Posted: 5 Apr 2007 01:02
A close female friend at work and I share the same desire to cuckold our husbands. She had already accomplished this desire and was encouraging me to do the same. She recommended that I use the Bull which had so expertly cuckolded her man, and gave me his phone number.
After talking to him a few times on the phone we set up a get together last Thursday night at a sleazy motel. I was very nervous in anticipation but also found myself wet the entire day. As night and our meeting approached, I got dressed in a slutty little mini dress I had bought online (no panties of course) a tight white mesh top and some 6" fuck me platform pumps. As I put on my make-up my husband paced the hall, I could sense his tension and nervousness, and it made me even more anxious and horny.
We drove to the motel and very few words were spoken between us. He brought along some wine to loosen the mood while we waited. Even though Im not much of a takeer, I had as much as I could while we waited to settle my nerves.
Finally after waiting a half hour Phil arrived. He was in his mid 30's, tall and extremely attractive. I let him into the room and he immediately wrapped his hands around my waist. We walked over to the bed and sat next to my husband. Phil did not even acknowledge my husband, matter of fact throughout the whole night he never directed one word at my husband. He looked at me intensely and said "you look even better than your pictures, Im gonna have fun tearing you up" and started kissing me passionately, roughly shoving his tongue down my throat, and feeling my body. His clawed at me squeezing my breasts.
After a while of the tough groping and kissing, he pushed me down on the bed and started to suck on my neck. He pulled open my legs and and put his hand up my skirt. As he sucked on my neck, leaving huge dark hickeys which took 3 days to disappear, he started to finger me. At that point I was totally lost in the moment and my anxiety vanished. As he agressively fingered me, he lifted my top and started to suck on my nipples, taking little bites.
"Tell him to take your clothes off" he said to me. I turned to look at my husband. He took off my top and skirt, and I started to to take off the shoes. "Leave the shoes on" Phil ordered.
When I was nude (except for the pumps, of course), Phil grabbed me by hair and dragged me over to the floor directly in front of where my husband was sitting. He put me on my knees and as poor hubby looked on I undid his jeans and pulled out his big, thick uncut cock. I immediately started to suck on it. Phil took off his shirt, and grabbed the back of my head pulling my head towards him and shoving his cock deep down my throat. I gagged and tried to pull away, but Phil gave me a slap on the cheek, and pulled my head back on to his cock. As I sucked on it he continued to hold my head and grind his hips powering his cock hard down my throat. I fetishd and coughed, but he kept me in place.
After a while of that, he finally let go of my head. "Have your husband lay down" he growled. I got up and told my husband to do it. Phil grabbed me by the arm and positioned me on the bed on my hands and knees. My face directly over my husbands face. he then walked over and positioned himself so that i could keep sucking him. For what must have been twenty minutes, Phil violently fucked my face, his balls inches over my husbands face. Ocassionally, he would give me a slap if I gagged, and then tell me to kiss my husband. Over and over I sucked him and then kissed my husband.
After Phil became bored with that, he had me lay down face up, with my head across my husbands neck. He got on the bed on his knees and squatted over my face, he had me jerk him off while taking his ball sack in my mouth. I enthusiatically sucked and licked his balls, again only taking a break to kiss my husband whenever Phil ordered me to. "Lick those balls. Take em all in your mouth you dirty little fucking whore" Phil said, "that's it you filthy little fuck pig"
Phil then had me lay down on top of my husband face up. "Have him spread your legs and hold them open" he demanded. As my husband held my legs open Phil got on top of me and started violently pumping me. "that's right whore" he said "that pussy is mine". I couldnt believe his stamina as he repeatedly slammed me. The sound of his balls slapping my ass every time he thrusted into me was the sexiest thing I ever heard.
He grabbed my hips and grinded in even harder and faster. He was squeezing my hips so hard I yelped out in pain, but he only thrusted harder and squeezed harder. "Open your mouth slut" he shouted. When I did he spit in my mouth, and gave me another slap. He started to groan as his eyes rolled back. I could feel the gush of his cum inside of me. "Take my seed, you nasty little pig" he said as he finished shooting his load inside of me. He pulled away exhausted. "Squat over his face, you little pig" he demanded. I immediately did, and Phil lay down on the bed next to us. "Make him lick that dirty used little pussy clean" Phil said "I want it clean when I go back in". I grinded my pussy into my husbands face. I could feel the cum gushing out of my pussy, and could hear my husband struggling with it as he licked me. "Dont let up on him, make him clean it up" Phil ordered. I obeyed and grinded my husbands face faster. For what must have been the fifth time that night I orgasmed adding to the mess of wetness my husband had to deal with.
Phil watched with a nasty smirk on his face, as he stroked his cock. "Is it clean" he asked. "Yes it is" I answered. "alright then come over here and get me ready" Phil said. I crawled over to his cock and started to suck on it. It didnt take long for him to get rock hard again.
Phil got up and mounted me doggy style. My pussy was so sore, but I dared not complain as he rammed me from behind. I dont know what was more painful his thrusts or how he grappled on to my already bruised hips. He occassionally slapped my ass hard. I dont know if it was the deliriousness of the situation or the soreness or the fear, but while he fucked me for the second time, I agreed to everything he said, from telling my husband he was the best I ever had, to agreeing not to let my husband fuck me for 10 days, to telling my husband that Phil was a real man and that he could never compare to him.
His second load flowed inside me, and I felt a real sense of relief. Phil and I collapsed on the bed next to my husband. For a minute we all sat there silently. Phil then stood up grabbed me by my hair and dragged me up on top of my husband. "tell him it's his job now to take care of you and make you feel better about yourself." Phil said. "but we all saw the truth tonight, he's married to a filfthy little fuck pig".
Phil stood up, got dressed, and left without another word. I lay with my husband. As I recovered from the experience, he held me and kept asking me if I was okay. I reassured him I was fine and he kissed me and told me he loved me. At last, it had happened, he was truly cuckolded.
Over the course of the last few days the bruises on my hips are slowly healing, and the ones on my neck are almost gone, maybe by Friday I wont have to wear a turtleneck. My pussy still is too sore to even touch. Even if I wanted to I couldnt let my husband penetrate me.
This Saturday we have another little rendezvous with Phil set up, my friend tells me he's capable of far worse. Im eager to see how much worse he can get. Ill post this Saturdays story next week. Ciao