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

by J. W. McKenna

  “Wow! That was great!”

  “I’ll leave you two lovers alone now,” Darrell said. Liz glanced over. He was fully dressed. She felt a pang of disappointment roll through her.

  “Really? You can’t stay for another drink?”

  He laughed. “If I do, you know what would happen. I’d better go.” And he left before she could protest.

  “It’s probably for the best,” Rick said. “We need to talk this over, see how you feel.”

  It was the last thing she wanted to do. “I feel fine. How do you feel?”

  “I thought it was hot! And I could tell you liked it too.”

  “Yeah, he was … different.” She tried to downplay the whole black slave, white plantation owner’s daughter thing she had been thinking about.

  Chapter Three

  Rick called Darrell from work on Monday afternoon and caught the man at home after his shift. “Hey, it’s Rick. I just wanted to say how much we enjoyed your visit.”

  “That’s good. Your wife is one hot mamma. You guys still okay with everything?”

  “Yeah, I think so. For me, it was really a turn-on, seeing you guys. For Liz, I dunno, she seemed more reserved about it.” He paused. “Maybe we could do it again sometime.”

  “Anytime. But it would be best if it was your wife’s idea. I want to make sure she enjoyed herself, you know, and not doing it because you liked to watch.”

  “Oh, I know she did. But you’re probably right. I’ll talk to her.”

  “Fine by me.”

  Rick hung up and thought about how he wanted to handle the next session. For one, he’d want to videotape it. He knew Liz would object, so he’d have to hide it. He wasn’t planning on doing anything with the tape, he just wanted to have it for his personal viewing. Just remembering the session wasn’t enough. He wanted to see it – and beat off to it. He knew he wasn’t as good a lover as Darrell was and perhaps he could learn something from studying his technique. Couldn’t hurt.

  He drove to a spy shop he had seen in Atlanta, but had never gone in before. He told the clerk he suspected his wife of having an affair and wanted something to record activity in the bedroom. The clerk knew just what he wanted – a small, battery powered video recorder that had a sensor that turned it on when it detected movement. The tiny lens was separated from the body by a cord, so it could be easily hidden on a shelf. It cost $300, but Rick didn’t care. He wanted to have it all set up in time for the next session.

  Now he just had to talk Liz into it.

  At home that evening, he left the package in his car and went in to see how Liz was feeling. He was curious if she felt guilty about fucking another man, despite his eagerness to make it happen.

  “Hi, how are you doing?” he asked solicitously.

  “Fine. I got a lot done – cleaned the upstairs bath, did some laundry…”

  “No, I don’t mean about that. I mean … you know.”

  She looked up. “Are you still on about that? I said I was fine on Saturday and again on Sunday and today I’m still fine.”

  “Okay. That’s good. I’m just checking.”

  “Well, stop checking. You’re making me crazy.”

  * * *

  Liz couldn’t believe Rick was bringing it up again. She didn’t want to talk about it. She wanted to leave it alone. She would not be displeased if she never saw Darrell again. Because, if she dwelled on it, she feared she would desire her black lover over her husband. That would never do. She had tasted the forbidden fruit and found it delicious, now best stay away from the damn tree.

  “Okay, I’m sorry. I won’t mention it again…” He paused. “Well, I mean, unless you’d want it to happen again.”

  She stared at him, her body tingling all over. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

  “Why not? Didn’t you enjoy yourself?”

  “Yeah, but it’s just weird. I’m not the swinging type. I did it more for you than me, you know.” That at least was true, but the resulting orgasms were all hers, baby.

  Rick tipped his head. “Yeah, I guess.” He seemed disappointed. “So you don’t ever want to do it again?”

  She hesitated before she responded. She wanted Rick to insist. Then she’d have to go along, wouldn’t she? “I don’t know. Sounds like you’re all for it.”

  “I just thought it was a real turn-on, watching you. And I could tell you liked it too.”

  She shrugged. “Sure. It was my fantasy and all. But now I’ve lived it, I’m not sure I need to do it again.”

  “Oh. That’s too bad.” He seemed so down-hearted, she felt she might’ve gone too far.

  “Why did you like it so much? Aren’t you jealous?”

  “Surprisingly, no. I mean, watching you come so many times…” He trailed off.

  She knew he was thinking he could never give her orgasms like that. “Don’t you think it’s a bit weird, what we did?”

  “Not really. I mean, we both liked it. We have a nice guy willing to make our fantasies come true…”

  “Well, let me think about it. Right now, it just doesn’t feel right.”

  He brightened. “Okay! Sure, take your time. I’ll let Darrell know how you feel.”

  “Do you have to? Can’t you just let sleeping dogs lie?” Or sleeping cocks, she thought.

  She couldn’t help but think about it. The whole thing. Darrell, his cock, her husband watching. God, it gave her goosebumps at the oddest times. Like when she was naked in the shower, feeling her hands on her body and suddenly imagining they were Darrell’s. It made her weak in the knees. She dared not encourage another session. She was afraid of what might happen. She could get lost in Darrell’s arms and their marriage could be affected. No, it was better just to move on.

  A week went by. Rick had stopped talking about it, but his face told her he was still thinking about it. The way he looked at her, as if the question was on his lips but he dared not speak it. She was glad. Leave it alone!

  The doorbell rang at three-fifty the following Monday afternoon. Liz opened it, expecting a FedEx guy or a kid selling candy for the school band. She was shocked to see Darrell standing on her porch. He was dressed casually in a polo shirt and jeans and he looked good enough to eat.

  “Uh…” Her voice failed her. Her mouth opened and closed. Her pussy immediately become wet and it embarrassed her.

  “Hi,” Darrell said and pulled open the screen door. Liz wanted to stop him, tell him that Rick wasn’t home, but she still couldn’t speak. Memories of their last encounter came flooding back, making her knees weak all over again. He came in and with one hand, grabbed her by the hair at the base of her neck and gave it a slight backward tug. It had the instant effect of making her pliable and more aroused, despite her misgivings. She could smell his freshly washed scent and her mind went back to their previous encounter and her pussy grew wet. He steered her around to the wall by the door. He shut the door with one hand, the other still firmly gripping her hair. He brought his free hand up and wrapped it around her neck, gently constricting her air flow and releasing, causing her to breathe with his rhythm. She wasn’t afraid – she trusted him. He was just showing her who was boss.

  His hand untangled from her hair and reached under her skirt and gripped her bottom. She gasped and tried to push it away. His other hand closed on her throat for a moment. She froze and did not stop him from ripping her panties from her body with a suddenness that made her moan.

  “I don’t like panties,” he growled.

  He unzipped himself and used his feet to pry her legs apart. He pulled up her skirt. She felt the tip of his cock touch her pussy and she swooned. The hand on her neck relaxed, allowing her a full breath. This was the time to stop it, tell him to go, but she said nothing. The bulbous head of his cock rubbing on her wetness was focusing all her attention. She wanted it. He watched her eyes and she was ashamed that he could read her so easily. This wasn’t a rape. Not by a long shot. She was acquiescing to this. The only difference was th
at Rick wasn’t around to watch. She knew he would be upset that he couldn’t see this. Wouldn’t he?

  “Please,” she gasped.

  “I know what you’re thinking,” he said quietly. “Rick should be here. And he will be. But a week has gone by and I haven’t been told it was time for another session. You think we were just going to fuck once and be done with it?”

  His cock pressed in an inch and she could feel the size of it. Oh god. Liz tried to stand up on tiptoes to avoid it, her last shred of willpower being tested. Her mind shouted: He’s not wearing a condom! She wanted him to force her so she could say it wasn’t her fault. It was a lie and they both knew it. She liked being forced. He was too powerful and she was helpless in his arms.

  “I know you’re on the pill,” he growled.

  Darrell pressed her against the wall and eased his cock into her another inch. It was torture. Just fuck me already!, her mind screamed. The hell with the condom. She wanted to feel his seed splash inside her.

  “Now, I expect you to tell Rick that you want to see me again. We’ll do this in front of him, just like he wants. But you need to tell him. He’s waiting on you. I’m waiting on you. You can drop your innocent pretenses.” His cock moved back and forth, one inch, causing spots to form in front of her eyes. “You want this cock again. And again.”

  He pulled out suddenly and she groaned at the loss. Her body quivered and she told him with her eyes that he could have her. Please. She reached down to feel his hard cock and it made her even wetter, which shamed her all over again.

  He laughed. “I want to hear you say it.”

  “What?” she asked and he released her and stepped back. Her knees were weak and she thought she might have fallen down if not for the wall behind her.

  “Don’t play coy or I’ll go right now.”

  Her mouth opened and she wanted to tell him, yes, go. This isn’t right. Instead, she said, “Please.”

  He shook his head. “Please, what?”

  Her throbbing pussy forced her to say it. “Please … I want you.”

  He shook his big head. “Say it the right way.”

  “I … I want your big black cock inside me.”

  He stepped forward and grabbed her left thigh and pulled it to his hip, forcing her skirt up. He thrust his cock hard into her, lifting her off her remaining foot and sending sparks shooting into her brain. She wrapped her arms around his torso and hung on. He crushed her against him, forcing his cock all the way inside. He began fucking her all the way in and out and Liz thought she might faint. The sex was more powerful than the first time, if that was possible.

  She came and came again. He sped up and she climaxed a third time. A tiny voice reminded her he wasn’t wearing a condom but it was drowned out by another orgasm. “Oh my god!” she cried and his cock pounded into her. She knew he was close. She hung on as another orgasm built and when he erupted inside her, it triggered a final climax and she screamed and shook in his grip. She could feel his cock spurting inside her, violating her wedding vows and turning her into a slutty wife. And she didn’t care.

  Darrell pulled out and let her leg drop to the rug. His copious seed ran down both her thighs. She was suddenly embarrassed. They were both still dressed. It had been a tawdry and wild fuck up against the wall, something Rick had never done to her. It had left her breathless.

  “Clean my cock,” he ordered and she found herself on her knees before she could process it. His cock was soft and glistened with her wetness. Liz could feel the blush spread from her chest up into her face as she opened her mouth to clean him. At last, she would get to taste herself on him. She was stunned when it began to grow again. It filled her mouth and made her horny all over again.

  “Now look what you’ve done,” he said and picked her up, pushed her up against the wall and fucked her again. She had never felt so desired in all her life. She came twice more, her pussy aching, before he squirted into her a second time.

  She was made to clean his cock again and she was afraid he’d just get erect again and start the process all over. Liz could picture the two of them going at it all afternoon until Rick arrived home. Fortunately, he tucked his softened cock into his pants and zipped up. “Today is Monday. I’ll expect Rick to call me tomorrow and set up another session. If he doesn’t, I’ll come by Wednesday and fuck you for an hour. And I’ll bring my brother along and make you fuck him too. His cock is even bigger than mine.”

  He opened the door and left, leaving Liz gasping and dizzy.

  That evening, when Rick came home, she hurried out from the kitchen to kiss him and say, “Hi, honey. Would you like a drink?” She hoped he wouldn’t notice the faint bruising on her neck. She had some trouble walking as well.

  “Sure.” He looked at her oddly while she fixed him a drink.

  “How was your day? All right?” Her face seemed bright and eager and she was clearly nervous.

  He nodded, suddenly wary. “What’s all this for?”

  “I’m just being nice, that’s all.” She brought him his scotch, neat and smiled. “How was your day?”

  “You already asked me that. It was fine. Look, what’s going on here?” He took a sip and put the drink down. “I can tell something’s up.”

  “Uh… Well…” She didn’t mean to come right out with it. She had hoped it might come up during dinner. Fixing him a drink had tipped her hand. “I’ve been thinking…”

  His eyebrows rose. “Yes?”

  “You know, about … um, Darrell…”

  He smiled. “Yes?”

  “You’re not going to make this easy, are you?”

  His smile broadened. “No, I’m not.”

  Liz felt her aching pussy grow damp. “Damn! Okay, it was sexy. And hot. And I wondered if you’d like to do it again.”

  “Really? I thought you weren’t all that into it.”

  “I was trying to be the good wife. I didn’t want you to think I needed anyone but you!”

  “No, no, that’s okay. I understand. It’s my fantasy too, you know. I thought it was hot. And Darrell seemed like such a nice guy.”

  Liz shivered, thinking just how wrong her husband was. He wasn’t nice – he was a force of nature. She doubted he could be controlled. She had gone over it a dozen times since Darrell had left and each time, she had come to the conclusion that it was better to have Rick around to monitor the situation rather than have Darrell come over on his own. She had no doubt he would follow up on his threat – and she would be helpless to stop him.

  And no, it wouldn’t be rape. The slut inside her would be unleashed and she would be fully participating. What would that do to her marriage? No, it was the lesser of two evils to have Rick observe. At least he could keep Darrell in check.

  She hoped.

  “So you’ll … call him? Like tomorrow?” She hated to think what might happen if he waited too long. Her pussy throbbed. It knew.

  He nodded. “Sure! When would you like to do this?”

  “Um, Saturday? Or Friday?”

  Rick smiled. “I’ll see what he’s doing. I’m sure he’ll be happy.”

  She could only nod.

  * * *

  Rick was pleased. It seemed Liz had come around. He had doubted it would ever happen again and had resigned himself to going back to their regular routine. And then, out of the blue, she asked him to call Darrell!

  He dialed his number at ten the next morning and got Darrell’s voice mail. “Yo, Darrell. It’s Rick. Please call.”

  He hung up and waited, his body feeling a thrum of anticipation. This time, he’d have it on video.

  Darrell called around three-thirty, after he got off work. “Hey, Rick, got your message. What’s up?”

  “I wondered if you’d be available this weekend. Liz wants to see you again.”

  “Really? I didn’t think she was all that into it.”

  “I guess you kinda got under her skin.”

  Darrell laughed over the phone. “Yeah, or somewhere
, anyway!”

  Rick chuckled. “So, you want to come by, like maybe Friday?”

  “Sure. I’m free. I’ll see you around seven?”

  “Sounds good.”

  He hung up, a big smile on his face. He called Liz. “Hi, honey. It’s all set. Darrell will come over at seven on Friday.”

  “Oh! Well, that’s… um, good.”

  “You don’t sound as excited.”

  “No, it’s all right! It’s just happening so fast, I guess.”

  That struck Rick as odd. She had asked him to do this. “Are you having second thoughts?”

  “No. No, I’m fine. I’m just nervous. This isn’t something I ever expected to happen, you know. You’re enough for me.”

  “Thanks for that little lie. Don’t worry – it’s so dammed exciting, watching you two. So you’re doing it for me as well as for you.”

  “Okay. Uh, I guess I’d better get some snacks… and more beer. Bye!” She hung up.

  Rick chuckled and put away the phone. His cock was already hard and he had to adjust his pants. He was going to have it on film! Then he could watch it whenever he wanted. Maybe Liz would like to watch it with him.

  Rick asked Liz to run to the store Friday afternoon to buy condoms after he got home from work. He needed time to set up the video camera. The case he hid in a box on a shelf, leaving the lens attached by a thin black wire to be placed under a plush toy pig Liz had bought one day and stuck on the shelf. He aimed the lens at the bed and turned on the camera. It reacted to movement, so he wasn’t worried about running down the batteries. He was sorry he couldn’t record sound as well, but it would have to do.

  They ate a quiet dinner, both excited about the evening but for different reasons. Rick wondered what Darrell might do to Liz this time. It made him hard just to think about it.