Southern Belle Cuckold

by Derrin Hart

  The woods were full of color. Orange and red and yellow and browns … The walk was simply breathtaking. We stopped at a clearing and Damien unfolded a large blanket. There was room for those two only and I loitered about in the woods.

  The good doctor placed my wife on her back and kissed her slowly. With each tender kiss he brought her to a new peak of desire. He slipped her sweater off, revealing her navy push-up bra. That came off next and her small firm breasts popped out. She was kissing him seriously now and both pressed their bodies tight together. I lurked in the woods watching, a voyeur-satyr in the forest.

  He undressed her slowly, sliding off her leggings and then her thong panty. She took his penis out and began to suck. He was hard in seconds and she slurped all over his member.

  Then I was summoned. I hesitated, but my wife called out to me, “Honey, you get naked too. Don’t let just the two of us have all the fun.”

  Damien nodded and I complied. There I stood in my chastity lock and covering, my small cock smashed tightly within its cage.

  The couple before me, my wife and her bull, got down to business. He positioned himself on top of her and inserted his thick dick. His ass pushed back and forth and his muscles drove him onward. They didn’t seem to notice the chill in the air, only screwed harder and more furiously. He then turned her sideways, fucking her while she manipulated her own love button.

  “Oh baby, that’s it,” Catherine cried out, “yes oh lord yes … fuckkkkkkk meeeeeeeee!”

  I was getting goose bumps from the cold so I started shuffling about to stay warm. So far they had given me nothing to do. Damien looked up at me and smiled. He loved making my wife happy and he thrived on having the permission of the benevolent cuckold husband. He threw Cat’s bra at me and told me to wear it around my neck. I did so.

  He let her cum first and then blew his load across her belly and nearly hairless mound. These days Catherine made it a point to shave near bald for her lover. Her cunt lips were so big, so used. There was nothing for me to clean, so we all started to get dressed. It was chilly, after all.

  But, just as it appeared we were done, Damien took my wife again. He bended her over and fucked her like dog. They were like two wild animals loose in the woods. Pushing her up against a tree, he slid his glistening rod into her cunt. She groaned but took all of him, there in the secluded vale. This time they made me join in, but only as a ball licker. I was instructed to lick Damien’s balls from underneath. For my obedience, I was released and allowed to get myself off in the woods as the two of them lay together resting.

  How grand it must be to be able to recover so quickly, I thought. My petite hotwife with the amazing cunt lips was with the guy who fit her best—younger, stronger in body and able to get rock hard in an instant. They simply fit.

  For nearly two years this arrangement continued. We would go by the names “the wife,” “the bull,” and “the cuckold.” That was the story of our lives.

  Catherine’s five-oh birthday approached. This was a big deal. I had always thought we’d organize a huge shindig to celebrate the occasion. But that would not be the case. We had so much going on that that nothing was actually planned. The kids were taking up all our time as of late. Teenagers have so much to deal with, and it all centered on peer pressure.

  Julie, who would soon be eighteen, was unexpectedly the least of our troubles. She had ended her relationship with Tristan a year earlier and was dating around. She had her shit together, and college was in her future. The kid had an eye for fashion and would make something of herself, I was sure of it. Jenny, my darling girl and now a teen herself, was struggling with boys. I was happy that her years of martial arts had made her so self-confidant. She’d be fine.

  My own kids had grown up too. Danny and Jasmine were still my gems. Danny was a great ball player and I hoped he’s get a scholarship at a division-two school one day. He was good at math too; perhaps he’d be a teacher. Jas was a hell of dancer and smart as a whip. She’d be successful in anything she put her mind to.

  The surprise came via a phone call. Damien knew of the birthday and made Cat an offer she couldn’t refuse. He’d booked them a trip to the Caribbean, a get-away to an ocean of emerald … a birthday present for the ages. Catherine and I discussed it later that evening.

  “I’d like to go babe,” she said, “but I’ll miss you guys. I was thinking we’d celebrate as a family. But, it’s all so exciting!”

  I was ambivalent about her choosing this way to celebrate turning fifty. “Cat, we’d like to see you of course, but this trip sounds pretty fun. I just wish it was at a different time.” She agreed and debated the decision for the next day and a half before coming to a decision.

  She was not a fan of flying but I could still see she was excited. “Mike,” she said, “you only turn fifty once. I guess I’m going to go.”

  I nodded as if I understood, yet in the back of my head I was jealous. We’d have to find a way to tell the girls and, as for me, I wanted something … some compensation for being left back in New England.

  That night my bride, my beloved wife, let me loose. We kissed in bed and she told me she loved me dearly. I found her loins to be an oasis of fertile wetness and she responded by telling me that tonight it was all about us. She whispered, “Make love to me, Michael, make me purr!”

  After whispers of sweet nothings and careful foreplay, I found her aperture wide open and swollen. I fingered her clit and brought her to orgasm before even trying to be inside her. She sucked my cock and made me hard, not knowing that I had taken Cialis earlier in the night in preparation. My cock was rigid and she guided Tiny into her tunnel. I hardly felt her walls, but she hugged me and grabbed my ass, keeping me inside her.

  “Oh my love, it feels so good to be close to you. I really love you, my husband.”

  I came too quickly but it felt so good. We stayed as one for several minutes after, joined body and soul.

  The next morning Cat was kind enough not to put me back in my restraints. I would be free until after her trip. She hid the device and the key, and the subject did not come up again in the days before her flight.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Catherine’s flight out was decent enough. One stop and they ended up in Miami then went directly to the ocean paradise of the Caribbean. They texted me about their activities, how they danced on the beach, sipped frozen drinks, and enjoyed the gorgeous warm weather. Here the climate was freezing once again.

  On the morning of my wife’s birthday, I bundled up on the couch with a cup of hot coffee. Later in the evening, she sent me a text that read,

  My husband, Damien and I were tired from all the fun, so we sat and listened to a reggae band and once the stars came out just headed back to our cabin. He gave me several orgasms, fucking me on our deck, while I made a wish on the stars above. I wished that you were happy. More soon.

  Late that night I received another text message.

  Michael, we enjoyed the heart-shaped hot tub for a while and Damien could not resist me. He took me passionately in the water and drove his huge cock into me. We then went to the bed and I rode him for some time. I’m exhausted now. I’ll text you when on the flight back tomorrow.

  An hour later another text came in … I was just settling into bed.

  Damien is full of surprises, darlin’. He has three other local black gentlemen callers now here in our bungalow. He says it’s my birthday present in full. I’ll text soon.

  I tried to read my book—a work of science fiction type I thought might keep me interested. Yet all I could think about was my wife and her gangbang!

  Another text came in.

  Oh lord, honey! The men have all but destroyed my now aching cunt. Each has had me in all positions. I have cum so many times I’ve lost count …

  I waited and waited, horny and anxious to hear more. I imagined what these local men were going to my wife, each holding hard cocks waiting for a turn to take her. Her taking each man fully, perhaps in all
her holes. The men all climaxing on her small body, taking advantage of the tourist white girl. She was the mature milf, there for their pleasure and her awakening.

  A final text came in.

  Exhausted completely now … need sleep … will text tomorrow.

  There would be no more text messages. The following day a plane crashed en route to Miami. My wife was on that plane, Damien Lord with her. They had died together in the wreckage. Our family was shocked. I had lost my wife, the girls their mother. The entire time after, with the funeral and all, was just a blur. Things would truly be different now. I would have to be an even better dad and find a way back to normalcy, whatever that was in this crazy world.

  At the funeral even my ex-wife Jayme showed up to offer her condolences. I met Colt too, Catherine’s former husband. He seemed like a pretty normal guy and offered his best wishes.

  Not be in chastity anymore was a serious change for me. But, to be honest, my sexual thoughts were pretty much out the window.

  My southern belle hotwife was gone forever.

  The Final Chapter

  The plane crash had us all in pieces. We had been caught up in trivia for so long, never considering the possibility of such a grave tragedy. I guess that’s how all humans must live, without concern for the horrible things that may come our way down the line. So here I was now with two teenage daughters. The house was so lonely. Jenny was now thirteen and needed guidance. I would do my best. She and I still had a good relationship.

  It was now summer, and Julie’s eighteenth birthday was Sunday. She and I were still on odd terms. I’d do my best to help her in college, but I did not see us being close once she moved on in life.

  My whole thinking about Julie changed that Sunday afternoon. Her birthday was celebrated at a friend’s and I saw little of both the girls until later that evening. It was a warmish summer evening and I was reading a book in the bedroom. The deck door was open to allow a cool breeze to enter the room. Julie had returned for her friend’s alone and entered with grin on her face. She was wearing a green summer dress, no bra, and a pair of brown sandals.

  “Hello, Michael!” she said as she trotted up to me.

  “What is it?” I asked, placing my book down.

  She smiled, headed directly to the nightstand drawer, and pulled out my chastity device. I starting protesting, but that did little to stop her.

  “Now Daddy,” she said with a mischievous look. “What on God’s earth is this thing?”

  “Put that away!” I practically yelled, yet she did not do so.

  “How does it work, Mike? It’s awfully small …”

  My stepdaughter was playing a game here, a serious one. “Put it away Julie, don’t mess around.” She made as if to lick the shaft of the cock restraint and smacked her lips together, teasing me. “You think I’m stupid, Michael? I know all about your and mom’s little arrangement. You think that went unnoticed in this house? Well, you’re dead wrong!”

  My head began to spin, and I jumped off the bed, reaching for the device. “Give me that,” I said, racing after her. “Give it to me.”

  She dodged me and ran, laughing, into the hallway.

  What she did next totally shocked me. She exposed her large breasts and let her dress fall completely to the floor. She was bear assed, and wow, what a body.

  “Stop, Michael!” she demanded. From now on you will obey me.”

  I stopped dead in my tracks. I was speechless. A sly smile crept over Julie’s face.

  “You will wear this silly thing once more,” she announced, walking over to me and placing it in my hand. I wanted to object and say this is nuts. I was about to, but she had more to say.

  “I have four years of college coming up and you will put me through such. I’m going to need tuition of course, but a lot more. You will be my provider for clothing, food, and anything else I demand.”

  I stood and listened. She waved at me, telling me to undress. “Put that thing back on this instant.”

  I hesitated. “Julie, this is insane!”

  Her face changed. “Do you think this is some sort of a joke, daddy boy? I know all about what you almost did to mom—the rape you planned. You speak too loud and my bedroom is right over there, dumb ass. I can also easily announce that you have touched me inappropriately and all sorts of other bad things. Do you get my point, Mikey?”

  I was outraged and also hurt. “This is blackmail is it not?” I said. “I’m your stepfather, for crying out loud.”

  Julie pulled her dress up and zipped it up the back. Thank God I was beginning to focus again. She again told me to put the chastity item back on. “Put it on, and remember this: from now on I decide when you get to free yourself. Also when you may ejaculate or even play with yourself for that matter. I am now your Master.”

  My cock stiffened, yet I held back. “This is really nuts Julie. I can’t … I mean, I can’t … It’s weird.”

  Julie looked at me expectantly. She even began to tap her foot. “Mike, I have rules you must follow. Just put it on.”

  Slowly I pulled my shorts down and my underwear. Tiny was semi-hard, yet Julie burst out laughing when she saw him. “You have to be kidding me,” she chuckled. “What is that thing?”

  I lowered my head in humility. Then I put the device on my member. I slipped the tube shaft over my penis and round circle part over my balls. The padlock slid into place and I was once again restrained. Julie left for just a second, returning with the key in hand.

  With a brazen look, Julie held the key above her head. “I saved this, and now I am your Master, your Cuckoldress. You are my slave. Michael, listen to me carefully. These are my rules: For the four-year period of my college days, you will finance all my needs. You will not be allowed to see me naked unless I happen to bring a lover back home. The two of us will never have sex. I will decide when to let you out of that nasty locking device; if ever I catch you ‘out’ without your Master’s permission, there will be dire consequences. I also don’t want my sister to do housework. You are the chore boy from now on. Do the dishes, the laundry, and everything you can to make her life easier. If I hear otherwise, you will suffer.”

  With the device in place, I put my shorts back on. I looked up at Julie and asked, “Is that all?”

  She smiled again and then, in a cavalier fashion, added, “Actually no. It’s not. Let me be absolutely clear,” she said, rubbing her palms together in anticipation. “If you ever break this so-called contract, you will be in big trouble. I will tell what happened with us years ago and it won’t be pretty.”

  She gave me a stern look. “Do you understand the terms, Mike?”

  With my pride all but shattered, I nodded and said “Yes!”

  “YES, MISTRESS,” Julie demanded.

  I had to obey. “Yes, Mistress.”

  Julie, smiling, went on, “Now Mike, there will be rewards, so don’t get all flabbergasted. But again, if you don’t obey or screw up, there will be punishment too. Which would you like to hear about first?”

  “Well,” I said, “the good, I guess—”

  She cut me off. She began with the punishments. “If you mess up there will be spankings, and I will make you dress in my panties. I will also make you go through prolonged periods of chastity. My boyfriends I bring home will make you suck their real man cocks and you will do as I say. Do you understand?”

  My brow was sweating, but I understood. “Yes, mistress.” I was practically drooling as I waited to hear about the rewards.

  “Oh,” Julie said, “I almost forgot … you will paint my fingernails and toenails regularly as well.”

  “Okay,” I said, still waiting for the reward talk.

  “As for your prizes, first off, I will let you watch when I bring a guy home. Secondly, I may allow you to clean me up. Do you like cream pies, Mike?”

  I did not answer.

  She continued, “At times I will bring my girlfriends back home from school, and if we bring guys with us you can watc
h them too. Each time I’m home, if all is well, you will be set free, unlocked and allowed to jerk off.”

  She threw back her head and laughed. “Mike, would you like to touch my beautiful 34 Double D tits?”

  I could not help myself; my hand just extended and oh lord those things were out of this world. My hand got slapped. “Don’t even think about it,” she cried out.

  She looked so much like her mother. “Oh,” she added, “on my last college visit I met a new boy. His name is Jamal, he’s Jamaican and black. Tall guy, very good-looking and, ahh, well-built.” She winked. “He’s coming over tomorrow night.”

  She spun around and headed down the stairway. Then she turned her head and said, over her shoulder, “I don’t mind if my slave hides in the closet. Just keep it quiet.”

  I walked back into my bedroom. Inside another drawer I withdrew an empty notebook. It was time for a new journal.

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  About the Author

  Derrin Hart is the author of Our Dark Secret: A Modern Cuckold Memoir and Tiffany’s Cuckold.