Southern Belle Cuckold

by Derrin Hart

  I had no real interest in other women. Cat was the one; she turned me on more than anyone I had ever known. We had this weird relationship brewing—one I never expected at this point in my life. There was a lot on my plate. I had my kids, her kids, and my hectic job. My new life had begun.

  Later in the month, when I picked up my kids Danny and Jasmine, Jayme wanted to speak with me. We had done very little talking lately. She invited me in and we sat at the kitchen table. She was still a pretty woman, her bangs longer now and hanging over her face a bit. She had, however, gained a good deal of weight. Jasmine had hit puberty and they had a big fight over birth control and I was asked to contribute my thoughts. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to say. Since when did Jayme give a shit what I thought? I really did not know what to say other than, if she was talking about sex, better to be safe.

  “If you are going to act like you don’t care, than forget it,” Jayme crabbed at me.

  I wanted to scream, but kept my composure. “I do care and I’m saying, put her on it if there’s so much as a chance she might play around, even if it’s too early.”

  Jayme just shook her head like she always did and said, “Whatever!”

  I left shaking my head as well.

  Catherine and I made love every so often, but our sex play was weak. The older I got the less hard I would become. I also could not last very long. I continued secretly to masturbate every day and my testosterone being low already left me with little energy to perform for Catherine. I did not even care if we fucked. Cat, however, frequently wanted to play. I did my best, licking her pussy and anything else I could do to make her happy. I knew she was craving more, and when she announced her newest plans, I was not overly surprised, yet still concerned.

  While we were both sitting up in bed one night after another of my less than stellar performances, she smiled and looked at me with puppy dog eyes. “Michael, there’s this customer at work who is always in my line to pay his cable bill. He’s handsome and friendly and often asks about my weekend. He told me he got divorced recently and is lonely.” She started to caress her breasts, raising her tiny baby blue tank top over her budding nips as she continued talking. “He’s a flirt, Mike, and has this sexy body.”

  I wanted to touch her tits myself. “For God’s sake, Catherine, doesn’t he know you’re married?”

  She pouted her lips at me and slipped the covers off her lower half to show me her baby blue bikini panties. As she pushed them down her legs she looked at me and again and said, “Oh honey, his name is Bill and look what Bill admires so much.”

  My wife opened her legs, exposing the marvel of her body, the tent flaps, and the outer cunt lips that were so huge I was in utter amazement every time I saw them still. She grabbed by head and made me go down on her. My tongue parted her opening but not without some effort. Those cunt lips were long and big. She pushed my head into her and I flicked my tongue at her swollen clit.

  She cried out in passion, “Yes, my Michael, lick my cunt and make me cum! This Bill has his eye on me; you know you want him to have me. Yes, oh God yes, make me explode! He wants to fuck your wife, Michael. Can he have me, and will you give him your wife to pound?” She was driving me mad with this dirty talk. I ate her with great energy and my cock sprang to life as well. “I’m going to cum!” she screamed out.

  “Wait,” I said. “Here, I’m hard, let me get inside you.” I rose up and entered her with no resistance. She was so warm and so ready, I could not hold off and came in seconds. She was not happy but made me go back down to finish her. I obliged and dove back to work on her swollen twat. She drove her hips up and down and had a loud orgasm, “Ewwww, baby, I’m going off, ohhhhh yessss baby, baby, I’m coming so hard!”

  We did not speak again of that encounter until one evening after work. I had arrived home to find the girls were at a friend’s and Catherine was soaking in the whirlpool. I approached her to see what was up and she laid it on me. “Tonight’s the night babe.” Cat was all smiles, painting her nails a dark red while she lounged in the tub. “I saw Bill yesterday and proposed that the three of us go out to dinner.”

  I scratched my head and raised an eyebrow. “You did what?”

  “We’re going out with Bill, Mike, so go get ready.”

  The thought of this evening plan was intoxicating, yet on the other hand weird. I put on some dress jeans and a long-sleeved button-down shirt. Catherine had by then exited the bath and was dressing herself for the dinner affair. I thought it better that she not do this on her own and was at least happy I was involved. But man, what the fuck was going on here? My wife was pulling stuff I would never have thought her capable of.

  She slipped into a very sexy lavender-colored bra and panty set, followed by a low-cut black mini-dress, an item of clothing not many forty-year-olds could pull off. Catherine let her hair down and it dropped around her narrow shoulders. White pearls and gold wrist bracelets completed the ensemble. A pair of matching pumps and she was ready to go. On the way to the restaurant we spoke very little. How was your day, how are the kids, etc., etc.

  Bill was a ruggedly handsome man of around thirty-five, I’d guess. He had curly brown hair and a square jaw with a cleft. Turned out he was a carpenter. I felt somewhat odd sitting with this strange man who wanted to fuck my wife. I wasn’t sure if this was just a “hello let’s be friends” dinner or if Catherine had more in store, but I had a pretty good idea. I was no chump. I wanted answers.

  At the table the two of them flirted outrageously. It was as if I didn’t exist. I felt silly. We finally ordered shrimp cocktails and crab dip appetizers. The wine was good and I tried to stay relaxed. The entree was Chicken Marsala and salad with warm baked bread. Eye contact was heavy between Bill and my wife. I tried to enjoy my meal, yet began to marvel at what these two had going. It was as if they had been friends for ages.

  By the time we finished dinner, it was almost seven-thirty. We made way to the parking lot. They were laughing and joking and I was going along with it all. Catherine announced that we’d be heading home, and I reached for the keys in my pocket. I imagined the girls would be home fairly soon and came to the conclusion that this was just a fun get to know each other evening out.

  I was wrong. As we made way to the car, Bill said, “So I’ll just follow you guys.”

  He started to walk away and I turned to Catherine. “Cat, he’s not coming to our home, is he? The girls would freak out with all this flirty stuff you and he have going. Be real, honey. We can meet with him again some night if that’s what you really want.”

  Catherine got into the car and kissed me on the cheek. “What I really want, my dear husband, is to get fucked well and proper.” She sat back in the car seat and motioned for me to get going. I could not move. “Michael, the girls are sleeping at their friends’ tonight. Let’s go home.”

  I put the keys in the ignition and proceeded to drive. A strange man would be joining us at our home this evening.

  We guided him in via the outside walkway and the three of us made our way mostly in silence to the living room. I was asked to get wine and as I made way back, the two of them were already embracing. Bill the rugged carpenter ran his thick hands all over Cat’s curves. He lifted her mini–dress, squeezing her ass. He prodded her breasts with his fingers and nibbled on her pearl-adorned neck. I, the hubby with the wine, just stood and watched. Catherine was on fire, loving every minute of this touching session. She moaned and smiled and hugged this man with passion.

  I placed the wine goblets down and sat in a recliner. Meanwhile the two of them kissed and held each other tight. Catherine grabbed his hand and began to lead him to our bedroom. OUR BEDROOM, for God’s sake.

  “Don’t forget our wine,” she yelled out as I followed them upstairs. The couple dropped to the bed, their hands everywhere. He slid the straps of dress down and licked at her small cleavage. “I love the color of your bra,” he said, all charm. Soon she had his shirt unbuttoned and was tasting his ches
t with little pecks and a warm, darting tongue.

  He kissed her neck and cheek and nibbled his way down to her belly button. Then, slowly, he began to undress my wife. Her mini-dress shimmied down below her hips, revealing her lavender thong. Gently he tossed the dress away and spent several minutes licking her stomach. Watching produced a tweak of movement in my own loins. I was sitting in a chair at our small bedroom desk, facing our king bed. She unfastened the back of her bra, giving Bill her 34B-cup bosoms. He obliged and sucked her tits. She grabbed his head, pulling it to her chest.

  Catherine, my southern Heidi Klum look-alike, ran her hands all over Bill’s ass. She slid them down his backside and, as he lifted up off of her, unbuckled his pants. He whisked them off and was down to his black athletic boxer shorts. He again went for her small body, easing her panties down and off. Slowly she opened her legs for him. I leaned over for a closer look and was not disappointed. Her massive pussy lips were folded open already from the sheer excitement of the foreplay. Bill could not resist a comment, blurting out, “Wow, very, very nice!” He dove right in and she welcomed his warm mouth on her cunt.

  She humped her hips into his face and he squirmed in our bed, making her call out in ultimate ecstasy. She beckoned him to ride up her body and he didn’t have to be asked twice. She yanked his shorts off, revealing his swollen cock. He had a nice prick, much larger and thicker than Tiny. His umbrella-like cockhead jutted out at her and she could not help but reach for him. She took his dong in her small hand and stroked him fully erect. They melted together, pressing tight, and frolicking on the bed. Catherine was lovely, yet not perfect. She was a mother and had that slight tummy bulge; yet still her body was tight from her constant workouts. For a forty-something woman, she had a round, tight ass that anyone would love. She was one hell of a hot wife anyway I looked at it. Bill was rock hard and wasted no time mounting my bride. He pushed his cock into her, invading her giant cunt lips, ripping them open and plunging deep inside my girl.

  “Ohhhh, yes,” she cried out with reckless desire. Grabbing his ass, she urged him deeper. He pounded her pussy and she arched along with him, shaking the bed. These two went at it like two wild animals. They had no use for slow, easy lovemaking. This was an all-out fucking, and that suited them both just fine.

  I wanted to take out my little one but was too caught up in watching the two of them. Bill was already calling out his orgasm, even though I knew Cat would have wanted him to last longer. He pulled out and blasted his load onto her small tits. She welcomed his jism, rubbing it into her, yet I knew she craved much more. He seemed to be over it and ready to leave. I’m not sure, but I think he felt silly getting off so soon, or maybe it was just weird for him having me there. He was determined to take off, even with Cat prodding him to hang around.

  Before I knew it, the wife and I were alone. She slid my trousers down and revealed Tiny. I was soft now and shriveled. She knelt before me, stroking and fondling my weenie. I could not get hard. She was frustrated and it showed. “You’re so useless in bed, Michael,” she announced. “Get over here and get me off. Come on!” She dragged me to the bed, where I proceeded to eat her, to devour her pussy with all the gusto I could summon. After all, Tiny had failed me, and this was my only salvation. I did my best and she came, loud and boisterous. “That’s it, make my sweet pussy cream, lick it, make it cum, God yes, lick it. You have to be good for something, my Michael, make be burst!”

  Later in the month I started to make a special effort to give the kids more attention. Since Catherine and I had a depleted sex life, I decided the answer was to focus on them. She appreciated me doing my parental duty and that, at least, kept us both happy. Danny was getting good at basketball and had some summer camps coming up. I got together with him often and we worked on drills. We made sure his crossover was looking good and worked out in detail how he could do better at defense. The kid had developed a hell of a jump shot of late and I was proud of his achievements.

  Catherine’s younger daughter Jenny had begun an interesting venture herself. Another girl in her class had quit dancing and started to take Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, a martial art. Jenny had to try it, and we found ourselves taking her to classes twice a week. I had to admit the little shit was getting pretty good at it too. She had learned to have what they called a good guard, and also a top game called the mount. We’d mess around at home and she got behind me once and choked me for real. I was impressed.

  One evening I got myself in a big pickle. My southern belle caught me outright, and I had no way out.

  Cat was out running a few early evening errands and I decided to stay at “the plantation,” as she called our place. In our bedroom when I was alone I was drawn to searching in her drawer, looking at her underwear. Before I knew it I had found a red, string bikini pair and was rubbing my dick against the material and looking in the mirror, thinking about when she wore them last. I imagined her large twat lips where my cock now was and was hard in an instant. I was so lost in the sensation that I didn’t realize she was standing there, her hands on her hips in disgust. I was humiliated beyond words.

  “What in God’s name are you doing, Michael?”

  I scrambled to remove the thong, yet I had been caught red-handed. She made me feel even worse by saying, “How pathetic is that cock of yours, darling? Come over here right now.” She made me kneel before her and show my shame. “You will have to pay dearly for this perversity.”

  My wife left me there, on my knees, and went downstairs.

  Chapter Five

  Things did not change much as summer rolled in. My southern belle was still looking great and I loved her dearly. She treated me well, and we were all fine. Catherine liked the warmer weather and spent time working in a small garden I helped her build. She planted flowers and various veggies and loved the time she spent doing it. I liked seeing her happy.

  One afternoon we finally had a huge bedroom talk. The cat was out of the bag so to speak and our sex life was at the forefront of the discussion. “Michael,” she said, “I love you. You’re a good husband, hard worker, a provider, and a great dad. I really appreciate these qualities, but I have something that I feel will make our bedroom activity better overall.” She smiled at me, as if trying to figure out I was paying attention. “Are you open to that?” She pulled out a very strange looking little tube with other metal parts. She showed it to me and explained, “This is a chastity tool, a cock restraining device.”

  I said, “You have to be kidding, Catherine.” She was not.

  She went on. “You have been watching too much porn and masturbating too much.” I was ready to deny it, but kept quiet because she was not finished speaking. “We need to control your primal urges, Michael. I have to be your only source of sexual relief. This is the new law.” She sat me down on the bed to explain how the device worked. “This goes on over your penis and uses your balls as support to hold it on. You will not be able to take it off. Only I will have the key.”

  “Seems kind of silly,” I said. As far as I could see, I could take it off easy enough myself and do as I pleased either way.

  She smiled and said, “Not so fast, darlin’. The CB6000 is a solid, quite expensive adult toy, my husband. You will be receiving a Frenulum Piercing performed through the surface skin of the shaft of your penis.”

  “What?!” I cried out.

  “If you try to take it off to play with yourself,” she explained, “you’ll have to have the key or rip your skin apart very painfully.”

  I was taken aback by such talk. “You can’t be serious, Catherine?”

  “Michael, I am very serious! This tube and ring is going on you! I want you all to myself, no more getting off and being useless when I’m horny.”

  I shook my head wondering where in the hell she got this idea from.

  She explained more about the restraint, its cleaning procedure and pain aspects. We sat and discussed it in great detail. She was dead set on this. “Mike, this will be fun,” she ple
aded. “It will give us some kink in our sex play. Don’t worry, I’ll reward you if you do this, trust me!”

  I didn’t know what she meant, but figured that part sounded good. I decided to go along with it. I would try it out, and if it sucked, I’d just get rid of the damn thing.

  We scheduled an appointment for the piercing and had the whole procedure done the following week. Holly shit what the fuck had I gotten myself into? The thing hurt like hell.

  My cock was inserted in the tube and my balls pushed together by the ring. The darn thing pierced my skin and was impossible to remove. “Fuck fuck fuck!” was all I could say.

  Catherine helped me clean it with warm sea salt water was quite supportive, but for Christ’s sake the sucker hurt. In the days that followed it got a little less painful. I could not get off and man was I horny. I dearly wanted to cum. In fact, I thought I was seriously going insane. Catherine took me aside and said that in time she would let me unlock it.

  I repeated, “In time? How much time?”

  She kissed my cheek and told me the rules. “In time we will make a date where I will milk you.”

  I was dumbfounded. “Milk me?”

  Three days later I wanted out. I asked her for the key. She said no way. “Where is that key?” I kept asking. I found no key. We were alone in the living room and she reminded me—as if I needed reminding—that my cock was not big enough for her. When it came to sex I was a wimp.

  I was hurt. I just wanted to cum, to get this torture device off me.

  “Michael, I’m very horny myself. I think of other men and want more sex. If you can wear this and make me happy each time I remove it, we can avoid that.”

  “Okay, okay,” I said and asked her again to take it off.

  Slowly now, Catherine came and sat next to me. She removed the key from her pocket. Gently she took a soft cloth and lotion and cleaned and massaged my aching, now hard penis.