Be Careful What You Wish For: A Cuckold's Story

by J. W. McKenna

  “Liz,” he said and she looked him directly in the eyes. “I know you’re nervous. But I suspect that you are excited as well. You’re probably wondering what I look like, without my clothes.”

  Liz blushed anew and bit her bottom lip.

  “I can tell you I don’t think you’ll be disappointed. But we’ll go slow, okay?”

  She nodded and glanced at Rick for reassurance. He smiled in return.

  “Shall we go?” the black man asked.

  “Oh, god,” Liz said. “It’s all happening too fast!”

  “Why beat around the bush?” Darrell asked her. “Let’s just see where it goes, okay?”

  She stared at him and slowly nodded.

  Rick paid the bill and they walked out into the parking lot. Darrell turned to Rick. “If you will allow me,” he said and pulled Liz into his arms.

  Rick felt both a thrill of excitement and a flash of jealousy jolt through him. He watched as Darrell bent down and kissed Liz on the lips. She acted shy and embarrassed to be caught kissing this man in front of her husband.

  “Darrell! Please!” She tried to pull away.

  “Just a test run,” he told her and held her firmly in his arms. “Rick doesn’t mind, do you, Rick?”

  “Uh, no,” he said, his cock hard. He liked the way Darrell handled his wife and wished he could be so forceful. Did that make him a wimp? No, he told himself. He was just making sure his wife was satisfied for once!

  “Not out here where people can see!” she said and struggled to free herself. He finally let her go and she stepped back, color in her cheeks and her breasts heaving. “God!”

  “You can follow us home,” Rick said. He turned to Liz. “Unless you have some objection?”

  She seemed to be having second thoughts. “I… I don’t know. This … this is all so sudden! I thought we’d talk about it, you know, work into it!”

  “We’ll talk about it at your house,” Darrell said. “Nothing is going to happen unless you want it to, okay?”

  That seemed to assuage Liz. She allowed a small smile to flash across her face and turned to Rick to give him a tiny nod. “We’ll talk.”

  “Great!” They got into their car and headed out. Liz started right in on him.

  “God! I can’t believe you did that! I need more time! I can’t … how can you ask me… Jesus!”

  “No one is going to force you to do anything. We’re going home and you and Darrell will talk it over. If you decide you’re not ready, then we’ll send Darrell home and we’ll go to bed and fuck.”

  “Oh? You’re sure about that?”

  “I’m pretty sure. I can tell you’re kinda worked up. They way your eyes dart around and how hard your nipples are pressing against your bra. Plus, that wonderful blush you get.”

  “Fuck! You think you know me so well!”

  “I do, actually. Especially in the last week or so. I always thought you were undersexed because you hardly wanted to make love to me. Now I know you’re oversexed, but just not for me.”

  She started to protest and he held up one hand. “Don’t be insulted. I know I’m not the most, uh, imaginative lover.” That was his way of admitting he had a small cock. He was still ashamed to say it aloud.

  Liz didn’t speak at first and he knew he had said the truth. “You’re a good man,” she finally said and that was a backhanded compliment if he’d ever heard one.

  Nothing more was said until they pulled into their driveway and parked. They got out and waited for Darrell to park his pickup truck out front. When he came up, he ignored Rick and put his arm around Liz and escorted her inside, Rick trailing behind, his cock throbbing.

  Rick made them all drinks and noted Darrell and Liz sat on the couch. He sat across from them in an easy chair. He couldn’t wait to see Darrell do his thing! It surprised him that he felt a little uncomfortable, like he shouldn’t be there, watching. And yet, it was very arousing. His cock was still hard.

  Darrell took one sip of his drink and put it down. Liz was gulping hers, trying to work up her courage. He reached out and plucked her glass from her hand and put it down on a coaster. “Now,” he said, “let’s talk.”

  “Um…” Liz said.

  Rick said nothing.

  “Okay, I’ll talk. I know how you’re feeling. It’s one thing to talk about it with your husband, maybe play a few games in bed, but quite another to stare your fantasy in the face, am I right?”

  Both Rick and Liz nodded.

  “Okay, so we take it very slowly, okay?”

  Liz nodded again. Rick just stared. He had a feeling he might learn something about his wife tonight.

  Darrell leaned down and kissed her neck, something that Rick knew always got to her. His hand roamed over her upper chest and jawline, but never touched her breasts. He was teasing her and it had the desired result. Liz began to shift her hips, as if trying to get more comfortable.

  Darrell turned to Rick. “You okay with this, man?”

  Rick just nodded, his eyes alight. He licked his lips and Darrell smiled.

  “Okay, just checking.” He returned his attention to Liz and pulled her face toward him and kissed her on the lips. It was gentle, but forceful. Liz seemed to respond to it at first, then glanced over at Rick and blushed. She pulled back.

  “I can’t believe I’m doing this! Rick, are you sure?”

  “I’m sure, honey. You look so hot there. I love the contrast of his black hands against your white body.”

  It apparently was the right thing to say because she allowed Darrell to pull her back to him and this time, she kissed him back. The man’s hand snaked up behind her head and grasped her hair and tugged, drawing a breath from her. He smiled. His free hand roamed over her body, touching her hips, her legs, but never her erogenous zones. Liz responded, her body growing languid and supple at his touch. Rick found himself nodding, enjoying seeing a master lover at work. He vowed he would mimic this behavior the next time they made love. He took a sip of his drink, his eyes riveted on the scene before him.

  For several minutes, all Darrell did was kiss her. He kissed her lips, her cheeks, her neck – everywhere but where Liz seemingly wanted him to kiss. The dress she wore zipped up the back and Rick wondered how Darrell would manage it. He had no doubt it would be smooth.

  Darrell was in no hurry. Rick could see his wife getting more turned on and began moving her body around to allow his big hands to touch her breasts, but he thwarted her efforts. She became more frustrated and aroused.

  At last, when one of his hands cupped her left breast, Liz moaned aloud. Rick smiled and his cock grew harder in his pants. He shifted position. He wanted to touch himself but he was too embarrassed. He wondered if they’d mind if he took some pictures, something he could look at later and beat off. It shamed him to think that he’d rather masturbate than fuck his wife and shook his head to dismiss the idea. Maybe later.

  Darrell had Liz’s face in his hands now, kissing her, biting her lower lip and making her hot. Rick realized they were no longer thinking of him at all, he was as important as a piece of furniture.

  * * *

  Liz couldn’t believe this was happening. She and Rick were supposed to talk about it – maybe for weeks – before they would do anything like this! And yet, here she was, kissing this stranger right in front of him! God, what must he be thinking? She felt like a bad wife and yet, Darrell’s hand gripping her hair caused an instant reaction inside her, like an electric current connected to her pussy. When his hands roamed over her body but refused to touch the right spots, she wanted to scream. Damn him! She squirmed, torn between feeling guilty and wanting him to touch her where it mattered.

  His lips slipped down and he kissed her neck and upper chest and Liz’s grew hot. Rick’s presence mattered less now. Darrell’s lips returned and teased her own lips, pulling away to kiss her cheek and she found herself reaching out for them like a hungry bird. He grinned and suddenly, a hand grasped a breast, making her groan out loud. Sh
e glanced over at Rick, worried he might think she was slutty but he was sitting there, an eager smile on his face. Liz tried to ignore him.

  Darrell’s hand returned to her hair and gripped it again as he moved down to kiss her upper chest, moving from the swell of one breast to another. Liz was so hot, she wanted to feel this man’s naked body against hers. She wondered if he really had a big cock or was it just empty bragging. God, she hoped so! Her hand stole down and casually brushed against his pants, as if by accident, and she was pleased to find a nice hard bulge there. Her mouth began to water.

  Darrell pulled her forward, crushing her against his broad chest and kissed her harder. She saw stars for a moment and felt a hand behind her, finding the zipper. She wanted to stop him, tell him it was a mistake, but she couldn’t say anything. It was out of her hands. Darrell was in charge and she couldn’t stop him if she tried. It allowed her to let go and accept whatever happened. If Rick wanted to stop it, he’d have to speak up. She was helpless, just like she had felt in her fantasies when the black buck took her in the barn. Her fantasy lover wouldn’t take no for an answer and, apparently, neither would Darrell.

  The dress unzipped to her waist and Liz felt shy all of a sudden and tried to keep him from exposing her bra. What will Rick think? went through her mind. But Darrell was having none of it and it only made her hotter. He pulled her dress down and dove onto her breasts above her bra and began kissing her, making her swoon.

  “God,” she said, “we shouldn’t be doing this…”

  “Hush,” he said and reached around behind her to unclasp her bra. She gasped again as her nipples came into view and Darrell bent down and began to suckle them. Liz felt lost, her body taking over for her guilty mind, and she reached up and stroked the side of Darrell’s face.

  “Oh!”

  Rick no longer existed. She could not look over there. It would ruin the moment. She closed her eyes and fell under Darrell’s control. He was a real man, a demanding lover. She wanted him, wanted to feel his hands on her naked body, his hard cock spearing her, her legs wrapped around his narrow waist.

  “God,” she whispered.

  “Now, let’s see how good you are at sucking cock.” He looked over at Rick. “Although I don’t expect you’ve had much experience.”

  She looked at Rick to see his reaction. The insult seemed to roll off of him. His small cock pressed against his pants.

  She hesitated, still embarrassed, and Darrell gripped the back of her neck and gave her just enough pressure so she could tell herself she was helpless. She dropped to her knees, trying to hold her dress up in front of her and unbuckling his pants with her free hand. He shook his head and she let the dress fall away and her bra fell to the floor. It made her feel slutty and naughty. She used both hands to free his hard cock. When she saw the size of it, her mouth dropped open.

  “Oh my god!”

  Even Rick seemed stunned by it. It had to be a good eight inches, maybe more, and thick along its entire length. It seemed twice as big as Rick’s! It was obvious he shaved, because there was just a tuft of black hair directly above that monster. She had no idea how it would fit inside her mouth, although she was willing to give it a go.

  She took the tip inside and found it made her jaw stretch out. How could she take all of it? She made love to the tip, hoping it would be enough, but Darrell forced more into her mouth, making her gag.

  “Mmmmffft!”

  “What was that?”

  She pulled back. “It’s too big!”

  He laughed. “You’ll get used to it.” She thought maybe he was right.

  She tried again and was able to take a bit more. He began to help her, pushing a little ways in so she wouldn’t choke on it. She slobbered over his cock for several minutes, her jaw aching before he pulled away.

  “That’s a good start. You’ll get better.”

  Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted and gasped aloud. He had picked her up as if she weighed nothing and it made her feel like a young girl again. She wished she had lost some weight before all this happened! Was he secretly disgusted by her body? He didn’t seem to mind as he carried her to the bedroom. Liz got a glimpse of Rick standing and following them, but she tried not to notice.

  Darrell stopped in the middle of the bedroom and turned to Rick. “Pull the covers back,” he ordered and Liz watched, amazed, as he did just that. He was being submissive too, as if eager to learn at the feet of the master. Darrell laid her carefully on the bed and eased her dress off of her. She felt her shyness return and tried to cover up, but he just shook her head and she stopped. She had to lift her hips to help him and it showed how easily she could be corrupted.

  Liz was soon naked except for her panties. She wanted to keep them on a bit longer, but Darrell stripped them off quickly and tossed them aside. She felt helpless to stop him and it made her wetter, if that was possible. Rick was a wheedler in bed; Darrell was a man. He dove onto her pussy and began tonguing her. She thought she might lose her mind. Rick rarely ever licked her “down there,” saying it was too messy. Darrell was at home there and it was obvious he had had considerable experience. Liz felt embarrassed that she hadn’t trimmed up better.

  She felt an orgasm stir within her and it shocked her that she could be turned on by a stranger so easily. She glanced over to see Rick still watching raptly, a slight grin on his face. He didn’t seem to be jealous at all, so she let her mind go and just enjoyed herself.

  Her orgasm swelled and burst within her and she cried out, her body shaking. She pushed him away, needing to stop for a moment. He got up and began removing his clothes. Her eyes never left his huge cock that stuck out from his body.

  He crawled up between her legs and she had the foresight to cry out, “Condom!” He nodded.

  “You got one?”

  Rick and Liz looked at each other in shock. “Shit, she’s on the pill,” Rick said. “I forgot to buy some.”

  Liz thought it would end right here and she had mixed emotions about it. While she didn’t want a strange cock inside her bareback, she really wanted to experience it.

  “That’s all right, I think I got one,” Darrell said and she breathed a sigh of relief.

  He found his pants and yanked his wallet free. He rummaged around and pulled out a condom still in its wrinkled wrapper. He held it up triumphantly and everyone laughed. Liz watched with great interest as he unrolled it over his huge cock. It barely fit. She glanced over at Rick and tipped her head as if to say, Are you sure this is what you want? His rapt expression told him everything.

  She expected him to just stick it in like Rick did but he still wasn’t through arousing her. He kissed her lips, her neck and her breasts until she was squirming under him. The man knew foreplay! He was so different from Rick. He was in control and he knew what a woman needed. She liked it – a lot.

  Suddenly, she felt his cock at the entrance to her pussy and was amazed at how wet she was. She was not used to his size and could feel her pussy being stretched out. It made her mouth come open and she wondered if she could handle it. Her pussy gushed, trying to lubricate his passage. He was magnificent.

  “Oh!” she said and Darrell paused.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah,” she gasped. “Try again.”

  He pulled out an inch and slid it back in. Her mouth opened wider into a silent scream – she had never felt anything like this before. Never. And then he began to move inside her.

  “Oh!” Her pussy throbbed with need. “Oh!” Her legs began to shake. “Oh!” An orgasm swelled, growing bigger and bigger until she thought she might die on this man’s cock. “Oh my god! Oh, Darrell! Oh! Yes! Fuck me! Oh, fuck me!” she screamed and began to come – and come – and come.

  Still he didn’t stop. Her orgasms just rolled over her, one after the other and her body seemed to be alive with electricity. Her body jerked on his cock and she wanted to feel his seed erupt into her, just like her black buck did so many times in her imagination. Th
e risk of getting pregnant by her black lover only made the fantasy more powerful. Darrell picked up his speed and she tried to hang on.

  Suddenly, Darrell bellowed on top of her and she could feel his cock throbbing deep inside her. She wished they didn’t have the damn condom stopping the flow of his seed – the idea of him splashing gouts of his semen inside of her gave her a final orgasm and she shuddered and gripped him close.

  They rested for a few minutes before he pulled out and lay next to her on the bed. “Oh my god, that was good,” he said and she was pleased.

  I guess I’m not too fat after all!

  “That was so hot,” Rick said and Liz felt a brief wave of disappointment that he was still there. She just wanted to cuddle with her amazing new lover and not listen to her husband. Apparently, Darrell felt the same because he didn’t have anything to say, either. She wanted to do something to thank him for that amazing sex, so she reached down, pulled off his condom and went down on his soft cock.

  “Be careful, babe, I don’t have another one.”

  She pulled away. “That’s okay,” she said. “I’m just thanking you.” She turned to her husband, “Here, take this.” Rick leapt forward to take the used condom with two fingers, his face a mask of distaste. He headed for the bathroom.

  Darrell laughed and allowed her to suckle his cock. It tasted of latex and Liz wished she could taste herself on it. Her body gave another shiver. The cock began to stir and she was torn. She knew if she got him excited, he’d want to fuck her again. Or make her finish her blow job. Rick rarely asked for them and she didn’t think she was very good at it. Reluctantly, she eased off before he got too hard.

  She lay back and smiled at Rick, who had returned from the bathroom. “Well, was it everything you wanted?”

  “Oh yeah! It was great!” He unzipped his pants and jumped between her legs. Darrell laughed and rolled off the bed and grabbed his clothes. Liz was torn between watching Darrell dress and paying attention to her husband. She looked down between her legs to see Rick’s hard cock that looked like a miniature version of Darrell’s and she had to stifle a laugh. He thrust it into her and she found it pleasant, but not overpowering like Darrell’s had been. Still, she pretended to enjoy his thrusting and cried out in a fake orgasm when she felt him erupt inside her. He fell away and gasped.