Becoming a Cuckold to my Wife 02

I climbed the stairs slowly, still trying to process what was happening. What exactly did my wife have planned?

I reached our bedroom door and instinctively tried to open it, but it was locked. She must have added a lock to the bedroom door. I have to knock to get into my own bedroom now? Frustration welled in my chest, but I tamped it down and knocked.

"One sec, I'm changing," she called out.

"I don't mind," I said, trying my best to flirt.

"You can wait," she responded. I was growing frustrated. I was standing outside of my own bedroom, naked, covered in my own cum. My anger was overshadowing the shame I felt at being left out here, exposed.

Finally, the door opened, and my gorgeous wife stood there. She was wearing a crimson dress with a plunging neckline. One of those dresses that constantly teases your eyes, threatening to reveal more with every movement. She was stunning.

"What are you waiting for? Go wash up," she said as she brushed by me.

I quickly climbed into the shower and started to reflect on what was about to happen. I was going to need to sit across the table from my wife and the man whose cock she sucked earlier today. I felt myself get harder the longer I thought about it. Why did I like this so much? I should feel angry and upset, but instead I felt... like I needed to cum. I started to stroke myself at the thought of her sucking him. How she would have cupped his heavy balls--

The bathroom door opened, and my wife walked in, startling me. I let go instinctively and tried to cover myself, as if I'd been caught by a parent.

She looked at me through the glass door and then down at my hard-on. She laughed, "Aw, that's sweet, you think you get some privacy." Her eyes lingered on my dick as she said, "Remember our rules. I tell you when you can cum."

"Yes, sorry, I got caught up," I said.

"Don't let it happen again," she flashed that devilish smile at me. "I left out something for you to wear. Hurry up and put it on; our guest will be here soon."

"Yes, I'll--" but she had already walked away. I climbed out of the shower and began towelling off. I walked out to the bedroom. I needed to know what she left me.

On the bed was a nice casual pair of slacks and a button-up T-shirt. The surprise came beside it, where I saw a lacy set of women's lingerie. It was complete with stockings that latched to the panties. The bra was covered in lace that draped down to cover the stomach and back. Did I really need to put this on?

The doorbell rang, and I heard my wife walking over to get it. I quickly started getting dressed; I didn't want to keep her waiting. It wasn't bad for the most part, but the panties were tight and tugged in places I wasn't used to. I was just finishing buttoning up my shirt when the bedroom door opened, and my wife stood there with Donald.

"Oh, sorry, honey, I didn't realize you were in here," she said, but I could see her smirking. I was lucky to have gotten dressed so quickly.

"Hey, son," Donald said, stepping forward to shake my hand. I could smell his cologne wafting off him as he got close. I felt butterflies in my stomach knowing that he'd had my wife's lips around his cock earlier that day.

"Donald, what do you drink?" my wife asked.

"Bourbon on the rocks would be lovely," he responded.

"Can you go fetch us drinks, honey?" my wife asked. "I'll have a glass of red. We'll meet you at the dining room table."

"Uh, yes, of course." I walked by them and down the stairs to the kitchen.

I could hear my wife giggle at something that my boss said to her.

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I carried out my wife's and my boss's drinks first. I heard them laughing as I walked into the room, and I could swear I saw my wife pull her hand back from Donald's lap. I returned with my drink and definitely caught her hand on his inner thigh. She was slower to pull it away this time.

"Honey, Donald was just telling me the funniest story; you'll need to remind me to tell you later."

"I can't wait," I said and sat across from them at the dining room table.

I expected it to feel awkward, but with the help of the alcohol, we fell into small talk. We quickly finished our first round, and my wife asked me to fetch another.

While I was in the kitchen, I could hear them talking softly. I could make out some of the conversation.

"He'll do anything I ask of him," my wife said.

"Anything?" Donald asked.

"I could get him to strip down to the lacy underwear I got him to wear and suck you off if I wanted."

Donald laughed. "I wish you had come to me years ago. This is the exact kind of ambition that your husband is missing."

I returned carrying the drinks and realized they had moved from the kitchen to the living room. I walked over with the drinks and saw my wife cuddled up to Donald. It was surreal watching her touch and look at another man like this. Her dainty hands were wrapped around Donald's muscular arms.

"Oh, good, we were beginning to think you got lost," my wife called.

I handed them the drinks, unable to think of something to say.

"Donald wants to see the gift I got you," my wife taunted.

"What gift..?" I started, but stopped myself when I remembered what I was wearing under my clothes. I could feel my face flush bright red. Was she really suggesting I strip down to the lingerie in front of my boss? "Oh, I-I don't..." I started.

"Listen to Lucy, son," Donald said in his deep, gravelly voice. "I want to see how my money is being spent."

I didn't know what to feel more ashamed of: the fact that I was about to get practically naked in front of my boss, the fact that he paid for the underwear I was wearing, or that I was feeling somewhat aroused by the thought of it.

I looked at my wife one more time, searching for a cue, but she just smiled slyly and sipped her drink.

My hands were trembling as I undid my shirt. I took it slow, wishing to delay the inevitable. Finally, my shirt was off, revealing to everyone the bra I was wearing. I glanced up to see my wife's hand on Donald's crotch. Was this turning him on? I moved onto my pants and began unbuttoning my trousers. I slowly pulled them down, over my semi-hard-on. I felt more embarrassed than I ever have in my life.

I stood there, wearing only a lacy bra and a tight thong. Nobody said anything for a moment; I felt like I was a zoo animal.

"Oh, is my husband's little pecker making an appearance?" my wife called. "Come on, do a little twirl."

I spun around, showing them the thong that was running straight through my ass crack.

"Isn't my little bitch kind of cute?" my wife said. The words stung more than I expected. "Stop twirling and get over here. I want to show you what a real man looks like."

I walked over and stood in front of them. My wife was stroking Donald's cock through his pants. Even through his pants, I could see he was a monster.

"What are you doing? Get on your knees. A bitch should always start on her knees. Don't you know anything?"

I knelt down so Donald's crotch was at eye level.

"Do you want to see a real man's cock?" Lucy asked.

"Umm... Yes." I said, for reasons beyond my understanding.

"I thought you would," Lucy said, and started to unzip Donald's pants. He exhaled softly. His cock was threatening to burst through his underwear. He must have been at least six inches and was thicker than any cock I'd seen before, and uncut. Donald pulled his underwear so it dropped down to his ankles. There was a bead of pre-cum on the tip of his cock.

My wife moved her delicate hand around his cock. She teased it, slowly pulling downwards, so the foreskin revealed his pink head. She began stroking it slowly, and he let out a soft moan.

"Are you jealous of Donald's cock?" Lucy asked.

I nodded, pitifully.

"I want to hear you say it."

"I'm jealous of Donald's cock," I responded dutifully.

"I want you to watch carefully now," she said, "this should give you a better visual of what was going on while you were getting that hard-earned raise."

She leaned her head down and took the tip of his cock in her delicate lips. She teased the top of the head, not taking more than the first inch of his cock in her mouth. I watched as she used her tongue to trace the top of his cock. Finally, she lowered herself, taking more and more of his cock into her mouth. She began bobbing her head on it slowly, taking her time.

"Do you like watching your wife give me head?" Donald asked.

I was too mesmerized watching my wife to respond. She never gave me blowjobs like this; in fact, she almost never gave me blowjobs at all.

"I'm guessing by your silence that you do, that's--" Donald inhaled sharply as Lucy sped up "... Good, because I'll be coming over here often. She might be your wife, but when I'm here, I'm all she's going to think about."

My cock twitched. It was all so much. I could feel my cock grow to its full four and a half inches.

"Are you getting hard watching us?" Donald asked, "Stand up."

I got to my feet, feeling pitiful standing in front of him with my erect cock straining against the thong.

"Is that really it? It doesn't get any bigger?" Donald asked. "Lucy, look at this. No wonder you came to my office."

Lucy pulled her lips off his cock with a slight pop. She turned her head to look over at me, her face hovering a few inches from Donald's cock. "I want to see a little comparison. Donald, can you please stand up?"

Donald grunted as he stood up. He kicked his pants and underwear off and walked over beside me. He slapped my ass, which caught me by surprise.

"Look how easily your little bitch is turned on." Donald laughed.

"Shift your thong out of the way, so I can see your whole pecker, not that there's much to see..."

I pulled the thong to the side, freeing my cock. I felt embarrassed to see how damp my panties were from the pre-cum.

"Wow, I'm not sure how I put up with this for so long," Lucy said. She reached out and stroked both of our cocks at the same time. Her hand looked tiny wrapped around Donald's cock.

"I need a cock in me," Lucy moaned. "Who do you think I should pick, honey?"

I swallowed. If I said mine, would she let me fuck her? Or did I have a better chance of fucking her later if I said Donald's? "Umm, Donald?"

"Oh, you don't want to fuck me?" She asked, "Well, Donald, my husband thinks I should start with you. Mark, clean up down here, and then maybe you can join us in the bedroom."

She took Donald by the hand and led him to the staircase. I was stunned. She was going to fuck my boss in our room.

I quickly started cleaning up the glasses, not wanting to miss anything.

As I made my way up the stairs, I could hear my wife's soft moans and what I assumed were Donald's grunts. I could feel myself getting hard again. What was wrong with me?

I got to our bedroom door and found it closed. I tried the doorknob, but found it locked. I could hear my wife's moans getting louder and faster, and I knew she was about to cum.

I stroked myself, listening to the two of them fuck each other. I was rock hard, imagining everything Donald could be doing to her - bending her over, lifting her up so her back is to the wall, railing her with her legs wrapped around him. I was getting close to cumming when I heard footsteps on the other side of the door. Donald opened it, sweaty, naked, and rock hard.

"Get in here," he said, and I listened without hesitation.

I walked in to see my wife completely naked, sprawled out on the bed. She was sweaty and still catching her breath.

"Clean her up," he said and motioned to her crotch, where I saw cum dripping out of it. He came in my wife? She's not on birth control, so we always used a condom.

I got down on my knees, so I was level with her vagina. "Hurry up," Donald said. "I want her clean a second round.

I could smell the musk of Donald's seed as it oozed out of Lucy's pussy. I leaned forward; I had never even tasted my own cum, let alone another man's. I licked slowly up Lucy's slit; she moaned softly. His cum was salty and thick; it made me a bit nauseous to think about, so I just tried to pretend like I was eating out my wife.

Suddenly there was a shadow cast over me and her. I felt something brush the top of my head, so I ducked down slightly to see that Donald had come up behind me, so he was standing directly overhead, his massive balls only an inch above my head.

"Ready for round two?" He asked my wife, as if I weren't even there.

"About time," Lucy responded.

Donald lowered his cockhead and slowly entered it into her pussy; I had to shift even lower to avoid being slapped by his ball sack. I wanted to get out but was pinned between his legs. I was forced to watch his thick cock stretch my wife's pussy further than my cock ever could. He started slow, teasing her, but quickly picked up speed. I could hear him grunting as my wife moaned loudly.

"Oh, Donald, your cock is amazing," she sighed.

I watched, mesmerized, as his cock slid in and out of her, his balls slapping her ass with every thrust.

He suddenly stepped back and pulled on my wife's hips. As if they'd done this a thousand times before, she flipped onto her hands and knees.

"You, Mark, lie down on your back, with your head off the bed facing me."

I got to my feet and crawled onto the bed, following his instructions.

"Lucy, get over top of Mark; I want to make sure you're satisfied too."

My wife climbed over me, so that we were in a sixty-nine position. I could feel my cock straining through my thong, only inches away from my wife's face. I'm sure that it was completely drenched in pre-cum. I desperately wanted her lips on my cock.

"Oh, poor baby, he looks like he's about to burst," my wife laughed. "What do you think, Donald, should we give him the satisfaction?

Before waiting for a response, she shifted the thong to the side, freeing my tortured cock. I almost came from that alone. She took my cockhead between her thumb and her pointer finger, and stroked the head of my cock. Under any other circumstances, this would do very little for me, but given how pent up I was, even the slightest touch felt heavenly.

"Not yet; he cums last, if at all," Donald grunted.

With that, she let go of cock. It twitched madly, desperate for her to continue.

"Show your wife some respect, Mark," Donald said. "Are you not going to take care of her clit?"

I was so focused on my cock, that I had almost not registered that my wife's cunt was hovering over my face. I looked up at it and noticed that there was cum leaking out of it from Donald's first load. Before I could raise my head to take it in my mouth, it dripped onto my wife, splashing over my cheeks and nose. I quickly raised my head to lick up whatever was left.

"That's a good boy," Donald's said.

Again, as if I wasn't there, Donald pushed his cock forward, right over my face and entered my wife. This time, there was no distance at all; I saw every inch of his cock as it thrust in and out of my wife. His balls slapped my face as he pushed deeper into my wife. After a few moments, my wife moaned loudly and began to quiver; I knew she was just about to cum. I began tonguing her clit even harder, just the way I know she likes. Donald thrust hard and--

"Oh, Donald," Lucy cried out before collapsing in a spasm of ecstasy. She collapsed on top of me.

"Ugh, I'm so close," Donald strained.

"I can't take more yet," Lucy moaned. "I need a minute."

"I can't wait," Donald grunted. "Mark, open up."

I looked up to see his cock coming for my face. I opened my mouth to respond, but it was instantly filled with Donald's thick cock. I had never had a cock in my mouth; it was warm, sweaty and huge. It strained my mouth to fit it all. He didn't take any time to ease me into it; he thrust deep and hard. I could feel it in the back of my throat. I could hear him grunting with every thrust.

"Oh, I'm going to..." Donald moaned.

And he rammed deep into my throat and held there. A sudden stream of his thick cum hit the back of my throat. Then his cock twitched and shot another load. It was warm and salty in my mouth. Just when I thought he was done, he pushed a bit deeper, and his cock shot yet another load of warm cum, his biggest yet; I was barely able to keep it in my mouth.

He stepped back, easing his cock out of my mouth. His cock was beginning to sag, slowly losing its erection. I just lay there, my mouth full of cum, staring at his veiny cock.

"Lucy, did you know your husband could take cock like that?"

It must have happened at some point during Donald face-fucking me, but my wife had climbed off me and was standing behind Donald, stroking his chest.

"I had no idea you made such a good little wife, Mark." She purred.

I was still lying on my back, with my boss's full load in my mouth. I was too shocked, I had forgotten to swallow. I quickly gulped back his cum.

"Let's go shower," Donald said, clapping my wife's ass.

"Oh, don't think we should give him a little something?" Lucy asked, "as a reward."

"If you think it's necessary," Donald respond.

Lucy walked over and straddled my face, so one leg was on either side of my head and her pussy was right above my mouth. All I could smell was Donalds musty cum on her vagina. She leaned over and wrapped her hand around my aching cock. Using her thumb, she traced the top of my head, smearing pre-cum all over it, that alone was almost enough to make me burst.

"Such a cute little peaker you have," she purred and stroked it.

"Oh, I'm going to cum..." I moaned into her pussy.

I could feel myself erupt, tiny spurts of cum onto her hand. She continued to stroke my cock, squeezing harder, getting every last drop.

"All that for such a small load..." She sounded almost disappointed.

She wiped the cum on my lacy bra and climbed off my face.

"Did that turn you on a little?" She asked Donald, while taking his semi-hard cock in her hands. "We might have to go for another round in the shower."

With that, Lucy let go and walked off to our ensuite.

"Mark, I'll be taking the bed tonight, so when we get out of the shower, I don't want to see you in here."

With that, my boss joined my wife in the bathroom. I could hear my wife giggle as the shower started.

I lay there, covered in mine and Donald's cum, feeling a strange mixture of shame and arousal.

I should probably grab what I need for the night; I may not be allowed back in this room, I thought, but I couldn't bring myself to move.