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

by J. W. McKenna

  “What would be the right circumstances?”

  “Like if they continue to do what they did to me this weekend. Hell, I’d agree to anything.”

  Rick was speechless.

  Monday, Liz didn’t ask him to give her oral sex, telling him she was still too sore. “But there is something you can do for me.”

  “Anything.”

  “You can lube up the biggest butt plug and put it in my ass.”

  Rick reeled and felt dizzy. “You’re joking.”

  “No, he doesn’t want me to shrink up after all the work they’ve done.”

  “I don’t want to do it.”

  “Think of it this way – you’ll be able to touch me without getting Bull mad.”

  That was all it took. He led her down the hall to the bedroom and made her bend over. He took the largest plug and gave it a generous coating of lube and pushed it steadily into her ass. “Oh, god, it hurts!” she cried and he stopped with it half way in.

  “I think we should use the smaller one.”

  “No! He insisted I use this one!”

  Rick shrugged and pressed harder and soon it popped into place, leaving only the flange outside. “Quick, take a picture!”

  Shaking his head, Rick nevertheless did as she asked and left her there, well plugged, concentrating on the phone while she emailed Bull the photo. He went to work, angry and found Darrell with his crew, ready to head out. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

  Darrell grinned and nodded and they went into Rick’s office. He closed the door. “What the hell did you do to my wife?”

  He smiled and said, “Anything we wanted to do. She told you, didn’t she? She was a real slut for us.”

  “You overdid it! She came home all bruised! I was ready to call the cops.”

  “That would be a mistake. It would all get out that your wife is a slut for black cocks. We have most of it on tape and it would prove our point.”

  Rick stared. “You … you taped it?”

  “Sure. Anytime a black man fucks the daylights out of a white woman, we gotta protect ourselves. The po-po don’t tend to believe us.”

  Rick was stunned. He had no response.

  “So you go ahead and call the cops. The tape will become public record. Maybe it will wind up on the Internet.”

  “You wouldn’t!”

  “Not if you behave yourself.” With that, he opened the door and went out, leaving Rick standing there like a fool. Darrell came back a second later and stuck his head in the door. “You wearing your panties?”

  Rick froze, embarrassed, his eyes darting around, afraid someone might’ve heard. “Uh…”

  “Don’t make me check now.”

  “Yeah.”

  Darrell laughed and left.

  Tuesday, he got a call from Darrell around ten-thirty. He dreaded what he wanted. “Yo, man, I need you here at the site on Central Avenue. I need you to cover for me.”

  “Haven’t you done enough to her? She’s barely recovered!”

  “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. Now hurry or I won’t send you any pictures!” He hung up.

  This time, Rick didn’t bother telling the boss. He told his secretary he had to go out to a job site and to have all calls sent to his cell phone and left, cursing his luck as he headed to the site. Making him cover for him while he fucked Liz was cruel, but it did reinforce the fact that Darrell owned him. And Liz.

  He pulled up just before eleven and Darrell waved and jumped into his truck. He spent another hour helping the men manhandle fences and he was sweaty and tired by the time he returned to the office. He got just one photo for his efforts – a shot of Liz with Bull’s cock halfway down her throat. The caption read: I’m taking it easy on her.

  That night, as soon as he got home and saw the look on her face, he nearly hugged her before he remembered he wasn’t allowed to touch her. He stepped close and said, “Are you all right?”

  She nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine. He was very gentle.”

  “Really? You look all worn out. I think you’ve even lost some weight.”

  She smiled. “Thanks for noticing. I have.”

  Rick didn’t mean it in a good way. He decided not to pursue it. “Did he fuck you?”

  She shook her head. “Not this time. I started my period.”

  “Oh!” he said, grateful that she wasn’t pregnant by her bulls. “So you just sucked him off?”

  She tossed her head. “I don’t have to tell you what all we did.”

  “But… I’m your husband! That was the deal!”

  “I know you love to hear the details, but I don’t feel like it now.”

  It was a slap in the face and after he had tried to be nice. “Fuck, he can have you, then.”

  “I thought you liked being a cuckold.”

  “Yeah, as a fantasy, it was hot, sure. But now, seeing you like this. You aren’t the girl I married.”

  “Thank god. She was a drone. A repressed drone.”

  “You aren’t a drone with me!”

  “That’s because I didn’t know any better. I didn’t know what I was missing until you pushed me into it. You were feeling bad because you knew your dick was kinda small, so you wanted me to fuck a big cock. This was your fantasy. Now you have to understand that I want more of what I’ve been getting. And you’re going to be the cuckolded sissy boy. You can’t have one without the other.”

  Rick wondered if she was right. Most of the stories he read did involve a weak husband who just watched and didn’t interfere. Maybe that’s what he really wanted to be. Yet he seemed to be resisting it and wasn’t sure why.

  He shook his head. “Okay, let’s say you have a point…”

  She laughed and said, “You’re wearing panties, for pete’s sake!”

  “Okay, okay. Let’s say I’m a big sissy who likes watching a big black man fuck his wife. But that doesn’t mean I want to see you degraded, made to do any nasty thing they can think up! What about the dangers?”

  “Bull protects me,” she said, shrugging.

  “What if he makes you fuck those neighbors, like he threatened to? You wanna get AIDS or something?”

  “He wouldn’t let that happen. They’d have to use condoms.”

  Rick thought he had heard it all, but this was too much. “So you expect to do that? Fuck a bunch of guys?”

  “Black guys. With big dicks. Yes, if he wanted me to, I would.”

  Rick shook his head. He had to get away to think. “I’ve heard enough. I’m going out for a while.”

  “What about dinner?”

  “Fix your own damn dinner!” He stormed out and drove to a bar. He was on his second scotch and feeling a bit better about himself when he got a text. It was from Bull.

  Go home.

  Or what? he texted back.

  Or I come get your wife and make her live with me.

  The threat was very real and he knew it. He stood up, finished his drink and drove home.

  Thursday, he half-expected Bull to call him and tell him to cover for him again, but he didn’t. Eleven o’clock came and went and he breathed a sigh of relief. It was probably because Liz was still on her period. That warm thought lasted until he got a text with a photo and eleven-forty-five.

  It was a picture of Liz, on all fours, her face turned back toward the lens, and a black cock was half way into her ass. He stared, not believing how that big cock could fit. No wonder she had asked him to use the largest plug on her! The caption read: Jamal says hi!

  So both men were taking advantage of her, period or not. And they would be coming over for the weekend Friday! He had no idea what he could do to stop it. So why did his cock try to get hard just thinking about it?

  Chapter Ten

  Liz was more worried about Rickie than herself on Friday. She figured she could handle anything they came up with, but Rickie was a different story. They could really humiliate him without half trying. She had enjoyed Domming him to a point, but he was still seemed to be stru
ggling with how Bull and Jamal had taken her over. He saw it as abuse, she saw it as embracing her inner slut. Maybe he really didn’t want to go all the way down the cuckold road. She would have to talk to Bull and see if they would take it easy on him this weekend.

  She spent the day on edge, thinking about what was to come. She worried about silly things, like how the three of them would all fit in their queen-sized bed. They were all big men and she might get squashed in the middle. At least at Bull’s house, he had a California king bed. Of course, she didn’t sleep much. Either one or the other one was at her all night long.

  Rickie had been a wreck this morning. She didn’t ask him to give her oral sex. Her period had diminished, but it hadn’t ended. It should by Saturday.

  Rickie had asked her what Jamal did and she just said, “He likes my ass.” Said it was tighter than her pussy. Not surprising, considering how many times those big cocks had stretched her out. He promised her he’d take her ass every time he saw her and she wasn’t exactly looking forward to it. Not unless they warmed her up first. Then they could do anything they wanted to.

  She puttered about the house, cleaning up for their guests, and later ran out to buy more groceries. She had two extra men to feed. She had on a dress most of the day with no underwear – Bull had made her take a picture of herself with her hem lifted – but she planned to put on something nice for her boys later. That’s how she had come to think of them – her boys. Rickie was her husband, but her boys were her lovers.

  Rickie didn’t understand the power they held over her. She felt swept away and it wasn’t a bad feeling. It was an ownership. A belonging. Whenever she was around Bull or his brother, she felt loved. More loved than she had ever felt with Rickie. Oh, sure, he loved her, in his own way, but it was muted and distant compared to the love her boys showed her. It was rough around the edges, to be sure. It even scared her sometimes, but it was a real and powerful love. And she loved them back as well.

  Now she understood the phrase, “When you go black, you never go back.” It’s not just the size of their dicks, which are massive, it’s also the way they make love to a woman. Completely. They force a woman to open up and abandon herself to them. They explore every nook and cranny of her libido. Any secret fetish or desire is laid bare. Those private thoughts she had when she was in high school or something naughty and exciting a boyfriend – or girlfriend – did in college? They were all brought out in the open and taken to the extreme until her orgasms turned her inside out. She could not hide her true self from them. They knew her better than her husband knew her. Hell, they knew her better than her gynecologist did!

  She checked her watch. They would be here by seven. Rickie was expected home by five-thirty. She thought about having him leave her here alone, but she knew he’d never do that. He was loyal to the end. Even if it meant humiliation at the hands of her lovers.

  She called Bull around five, not able to stand it.

  “Hey, baby! Nice to hear from you. You getting all ready for us?”

  “Uh, yeah, Bull. I’m still on my period, though.”

  “Don’t worry about it – you got plenty of other ways to make love to us.”

  She shivered. “Okay. But there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

  “Sure, baby, sure. What’s up?”

  “It’s about Rickie. I’m not sure he’s ready for all this.”

  “Oh, I disagree. I don’t think you know him as well as you think. You just watch and see. This weekend will tell. You’ve already seen him do many sissy boy things.”

  “I’m just worried about him, that’s all.”

  “Leave it to me. I can read him pretty well. Don’t worry, we won’t be too rough on the boy. Not any rougher than he can handle.” With that, he hung up, leaving Liz feeling less than satisfied with his answer.

  * * *

  Rick sat in his car, his laptop braced against the steering wheel, and uploaded the video feed from Jamal’s visit to his wife Thursday. He had managed to pull the flash drive from the camera unit in the bedroom while Liz had been in the bathroom. He used his lunch hour to see what happened. It was the reason he started all of this – he wanted to be there, damnit! Bull was taking advantage of both of them by fucking her whenever he wanted to. And now his brother too?

  He watched as the camera jerked to start with them already in the room, talking, although there was no sound on the recording. They were standing close and Liz was being felt up by Jamal, his hands roaming everywhere. Rick could see it made her hot. In seconds, she was naked while Jamal remained fully dressed. Liz rubbed his cock through his pants and seemed to be asking for it. Jamal roughly pushed her on the bed and climbed up over her. She seemed to want to talk more, but he wasn’t interested in what she had to say. He rolled her over and spanked her bottom with his bare hand, leaving red marks. Liz jerked and cried out silently and Rick felt like a chump for not being there to help her.

  A bit later, he pulled her to a sitting position and stood over her on the bed and made her unzip him and take his big cock into her mouth. It barely fit. He could see tears streaming down her face. Jamal took some shots with his cell phone of her degradation. He was amazed at how roughly the man treated her. He moved her into position and slapped her if she didn’t move fast enough. Yet she seemed to relish the treatment. He could see she changed from Liz, his wife, to a new personality. A whore. She presented her ass to him and he took it. She seemed to love being treated like a slut. The sex was rough and raw and it made Rick realize, for the first time, the hold Jamal had on her. He could never treat her that way – their dynamic was already set. Plus, he didn’t have the equipment.

  He was beginning to understand why Liz craved Bull and why she would allow Bull to give her to his brother to fuck as well. She had told him she couldn’t refuse him, but that wasn’t exactly right. Her inner slut couldn’t refuse him. Liz was nowhere to be found.

  Watching her, he began to understand himself better. He too had an inner slut, only his allowed some submissive behaviors that he otherwise would reject out of hand. Why would he allow himself to be manipulated into wearing this cage? Why would he be so turned on to suck another man’s cum out of his wife’s pussy? Why would he let Bull thrust his cock into his mouth? It wasn’t just about power exchange, it was about letting his inner slut out and yes, that persona was submissive and it that included some homosexual activities, that was fine with him.

  He watched as Jamal entered his wife’s ass, really pounding into her. So much for “going easy on her,” he thought. But Liz was clearly enjoying herself. Whenever he could see her face over Jamal’s thrusting torso, she looked like she was in another world. A completely sexual world.

  Maybe he should learn to let go of his “Rick” persona and embrace his inner slut – his “Rickie” – just to see how it felt. He could always go back to Rick on Monday.

  It promised to be an interesting weekend.

  * * *

  They arrived promptly at seven and Liz was still worried about Rickie. He had come home in a strange mood and didn’t seem overly concerned about their visit, not like earlier in the week. She had been dreading watching her two lovers beat up on Rickie, but he seemed sanguine about it.

  Bull came in and, as usual, he took over. He grabbed her and immediately stripped her, saying, “I want my sluts to be naked! You hear me?”

  She was instantly contrite, saying, “Sorry, Bull, I’m sorry. I was distracted!” In seconds, she had her dress off and was trying to appease him by dropping to her knees and sucking on his cock.

  Jamal and Rickie looked each other over like a wolf looks at a rabbit. Rickie was wearing his regular clothes and Jamal said, “You got your panties on, sissy boy?” Rickie just nodded.

  “Well, then, let’s see ‘em!”

  Rickie began to strip in front of the man, who was about five inches taller and thirty pounds heavier. Liz, when she wasn’t staring at Bull’s cock, could see he was being submissive as w
ell. Tonight, Rickie had on his pink panties.

  Jamal delighted in examining Rickie’s panties and made him pull the front panel down so he could see the cock cage. Apparently, he’d never seen one before. It wasn’t in the realm of his thinking, for a man to allow himself to be locked up like that. “Man, are you a man or a woman?” he asked him. Rickie just mumbled a reply.

  “Why aren’t you wearing your stockings?” Bull asked, tearing his eyes away from Liz on her knees in front of him.

  “Uhh…”

  Jamal laughed. “You got him to wear stockings? This is gotta see!”

  Rickie slunk away to the bedroom and rolled on his white stockings. He came back and endured the hooting and pointing at his expense.

  “You look like a girl,” Jamal said. He stepped up close to him. “I’m a gonna fuck your wife next, but I need to get my dick hard. You help me out?”

  Rickie kept his eyes on the floor.

  Jamal slapped him across the face and said, “Maybe you didn’t unnerstan’ me. Get down on your knees and suck my cock, white boy!”

  Rickie was down immediately and unzipped Jamal’s pants and had his cock out in seconds. His eyes went wide when he saw it. Liz had to stop slurping on Bull’s dick to watch.

  “You like looking at my brother’s big dick?” Bull asked.

  She just nodded.

  Bull smiled. “I think Rickie is worried he might cream his panties, seeing a dick that big.”

  Liz watched Rickie to see what he would do. It wasn’t like he was used to sucking cocks. He had only done it with Bull when he had gotten all riled up. Now here was Jamal, asking for it as part of their introduction!

  * * *

  But Rickie didn’t hesitate – or maybe he was too afraid to disobey. Plus, he knew it turned his wife on to watch him. He took that huge cock and licked the tip, using extra saliva to make it easier for it to fit into his wife’s ass. He knew that would be Jamal’s target.

  Jamal smiled as Rickie sucked his cock. He wasn’t gay, but he liked the power of it. It made him hard. After a few minutes, he pushed Rickie aside and came over to Liz and pulled her up to her feet, her face still bent over and attached to Bull’s cock. There was some lube she had left out on the coffee table and Jamal squirted a generous amount on his cock and around her asshole. He rubbed her ass with the head of his dick a few times and pushed it right in. Liz groaned, widened her stance and adjusted her back to better accommodate him and returned her attention to Bull.