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

by J. W. McKenna

  Rickie just stood there in his pink panties and stockings and watched, his cock swelling against its cage. It was going to be a long weekend.

  The remaineder of the night was a blur of ass fucking, sucking, drinking and spanking. Rickie got his share too, from Liz, which embarrassed him to no end. His poor cock struggled in its cage and Jamal delighted in making him feel like a wimp.

  Everyone crashed into bed around eleven-thirty. Rickie went into his room, as expected, while Bull and Jamal shared the queen bed with Liz. Rickie imagined it would be a tight fit. Liz would probably be squashed in the middle. He could hear them, one after the other, taking her into the night, and he heard her muted protests as well:

  “Oh, god, my ass is too sore.”

  “Please, let me sleep.”

  “Oh! Okay, just hurry! I’m tired.”

  He finally had to turn off the monitor so he could get some sleep. His cock had weakened considerably over the night until he thought it had just given up. Maybe he was becoming a sissy boy after all.

  In the morning, he turned the monitor on and heard soft snoring in the master bedroom. He got up and looked around for his robe but didn’t find it. He shrugged and went down the hall to the bathroom dressed in his red panties from last night. He sat down and peed, and went to the kitchen to make coffee. He knew they’d be up soon and be starving. He drank a cup and waited until close to ten o’clock before he saw Liz stumbling out, still naked. She looked rode hard and put away wet – literally. Her hair was tangled and she had red marks all over her body. There was a crust of semen around her ass, which was still dripping.

  “Hi,” he said, “coffee?”

  She nodded and came forward to accept a cup. She sat down heavily on a chair. “Fuck,” she said.

  “You having a good time?”

  “One I can handle, but two…” she trailed off.

  “Maybe you should call it off.”

  She looked at him and he knew that she knew the power had shifted. It wasn’t “maybe we should call it off,” no, it was up to her, he was saying, and they both knew it. Besides, Rickie was aware he no longer had any standing with the brothers. Only Liz could save herself.

  “No,” she said. “It’s all right. I can get used to it. It will be better today. My period is about over.”

  That surprised him. “You look like hell. Think of how you’ll feel by Sunday.”

  A small shudder ran through Liz’s body .She took another sip of coffee. “Yeah. But at least I’ll have a week to recover.”

  “Won’t one or the other of them be coming by this week?”

  “No, they said they wouldn’t. But I’m supposed to go over there next weekend.”

  “I don’t think that’s wise. You were pretty roughed up last time – what will they do this time?”

  “Bull protects me,” she said. It was becoming a rote statement she gave. Rickie didn’t have the same confidence in Bull and Jamal that she did.

  “I’m losing you,” he said.

  She reached out and put her hand over his. “Not unless you want to. I’m more in love with you now than before, because you opened my eyes to this. And you allow it.”

  That was generous, he thought. “Maybe I shouldn’t have done it.”

  “No, you had a fantasy, so did I. Mine was repressed. I really had no way of comparison.”

  Rickie knew at once what she meant. “Maybe it would have been better to have kept you in the dark.”

  She gave him a crooked smile. “Maybe. But our sex life wasn’t exactly setting the world on fire. You know how it was.”

  “And now you know what a real man’s dick feels like.”

  She gazed into his eyes for several long seconds before she said, “Yes.”

  He nodded, his face burning with shame while his cock swelled in its cage. Even now, he could picture the men’s big cocks spearing his wife’s pussy and ass over the last several days. And the way his cocks had felt on his tongue. “I’ve always known. I wanted to see you truly satisfied and I have. I just didn’t expect Bull would be bringing in his brother and god knows who else.”

  “I can handle it. I’m beginning to regain some control.”

  He perked up. “Really?”

  “Yeah. I think so. They do like to push me, though!”

  Rickie nodded. “They push you and all of you push me.”

  “Isn’t this your fantasy?”

  “Yes. I’m just not sure how far I expected it to go.”

  “Where would you draw the line?”

  “I dunno. I liked watching Bull fuck you. But when you’re with the both of them, it’s kinda like shark feeding time.”

  She laughed. “I guess it is. But I have talked to them. When they’re with me privately, it’s not like the way you see them.” She paused. “What about you? What are your limits?”

  “Oh, um…” It embarrassed him to say it.

  “Please. Let’s be honest.”

  He sighed. “Okay. You knew that I liked to watch. Especially that first night when Bull tied me up. It was really exciting. And later, when you put me in that cage…” he shivered, “It was my fantasy come true. What I didn’t expect that they’d do, uh, you know, those gay things.”

  “You mean, shoving their cocks into your mouth.”

  “Yeah. While my cock is all trussed up like I’m an ‘it.’ I can’t explain it, but I found that to be arousing too. I’m just worried what it all means. I don’t think I’m gay or anything.”

  “You heard them – it’s about power, not sex.”

  He nodded. “Maybe it’s the same for you, too.”

  “For me, I think it’s an equal measure of both.”

  “And you aren’t worried about it?”

  “They said they’d take care of me. Bull said he loved me.”

  “Do you love him?”

  “Yes, I guess I do. But I love you, too.”

  “And Jamal?”

  “Oh, him I just use. He’s a good fuck, that’s all.”

  Without thinking, Rickie reached out to touch her leg, just to have that human contact. She pulled grabbed his hand immediately. “You know the rules.”

  He sighed. “Yeah. I guess I do.”

  Bull entered at that moment, dressed in Rickie’s robe. It barely fit the big guy. He grunted and grabbed a mug of coffee. He sat down heavily in a chair. Rickie heard the seams of his robe strain to hold his torso in check.

  “Ugh,” he said.

  “Good morning to you, too,” Rickie said. “Did you wear yourself out last night?”

  He nodded. “Yeah. I wasn’t sure if I was more caught up in fucking your wife or competing with Jamal to fuck your wife.”

  Liz laughed and coffee came out her nose. She grabbed a napkin and mopped up. “God! I knew it!”

  He had the decency to laugh. “We’re going to take it slower today. I think we three need to rest up.” To Liz, he asked. “How’s your period?”

  “Just about gone. I’ll be fine later today or early tomorrow.”

  “Good.”

  “Rest up for what?” Rickie asked.

  “For Sunday,” he said.

  “What’s happening Sunday?” Rickie asked.

  “You’ll see.”

  And that was all he’d say. They spent the day lolling around, watching college football on TV while Rick cleaned up. Liz sat in between them and was fondled, but she wasn’t fucked. Rickie was grateful for that. He suspected Liz was too.

  That evening, he fixed dinner for everyone while Liz and her bulls had cocktails and watched a late game. Liz had never been a big football fan, but she was one that day.

  * * *

  Liz was grateful for the break, but she had been kept on edge by the two men’s fingers all afternoon. They had allowed her to get dressed in shorts and a T-shirt – without underwear, of course – but she might as well have been naked for all the fondling that was going on. Her asshole was sore, but by dinnertime, her pussy was ready – it had been i
gnored for days! She undulated in Bull’s arms, hinting that she was ready again.

  Bull, to his credit, ignored her. Jamal was apparently rather worked up, and tried to get into Liz’s pants but Bull stopped him. “Let her be.”

  “Aw, man,” the younger brother complained.

  “If you’re so horny, use Rickie’s mouth.”

  Liz froze and glanced into the kitchen where Rickie was still finishing dinner. He apparently had not heard.

  Jamal looked him over and said, “Nahh, it’s not the same.” He paused. “But his ass might be.”

  “No!” She said at once. “I mean, I think you’d hurt him.”

  “We haven’t hurt you, have we?” he asked.

  “No, but…”

  “But what – you’re a girl so you can take a black man’s big cock?”

  “I meant it more emotionally than physically.”

  “Ah. Well, that’s something you and Darrell will have to work out.”

  Liz breathed a sigh of relief. She worried about pushing Rickie’s limits and decided to talk to Bull about it later. She found her chance when Jamal went to take a quick shower.

  “I worry about what this is all doing to Rickie.”

  “Your husband really likes being pushed around,” he told her. “He’s embracing the cuckold lifestyle. He’s just worried more about what you want.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. He’s afraid he’s going to lose you. You need to convince him that you need him.”

  “Well, I do! I don’t want to leave him or anything.” She paused. “No offense.”

  “None taken. I’m just the big stud, giving you what you need.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Rickie wants you to take control, like you did last week. He loves the torture of it. Otherwise, why would he allow himself to be locked into that cage all this time?”

  She remembered how she felt when Rickie was licking at her, his poor cock locked up. She had felt a mixture of pleasure and guilt. “I think I feel guilty to take advantage of him like that.”

  “I know. But it’s what he wants. I’m telling you, if you boss him around more, he will love it.”

  “I guess I’m kind of an amateur in all this.”

  “Just act like the queen bee that I know you can be. Be tough on him. Order him around. Make him suck you off whenever you want. Extend his time in his chastity cage or give him spankings for every infraction. He’ll eat it up.”

  “Yeah?” She had to admit, it gave her a thrill to think about it. To take back the power she had lost when she had allowed him earn all the money.

  “Yeah. He loves it, he’s just worried that somewhere in all this, he’ll lose you. You have to convince him that I’m only around to give you what you need because Rickie can’t.”

  “And what about Jamal?”

  At that moment, he returned from the bathroom. “What about me?”

  Bull laughed. “I’m just using him to open you up and let your inner slut out. Jamal knows he’s just around part-time, don’t you Jamal?”

  Jamal, who had been watching the game, said, “What? Oh, yeah. I don’t need Darrell to help me find women.” He smiled. “Although I do like your little slut’s ass just fine. And I’m just about ready for round two.”

  “Hold up, little brother, you’ll be taken care of.”

  After dinner, they sat around and watched a movie while Rickie cleaned up the kitchen. He came out and was ordered on his knees in front of the couch. He still had on his frilly apron and pink panties and white stockings.

  “Look, man, Liz is still pretty worn out from last night and Jamal’s horny, so I’ll give you a choice,” Bull told him. “You can watch while Jamal fucks her sore ass and you can lick all his spunk out – or you can just give my brother a blow job and give your wife a rest.”

  Rickie’s mouth dropped open. He looked from Liz to Jamal and then to Bull. “I didn’t know your brother was gay.”

  Jamal’s eyes darkened. “You think I’m gay, mother fucker?” He stood up and Bull put a hand out to stop him. He turned to Rickie and sighed. “You just don’t get it, do you? My brother isn’t gay. Neither are you. I just thought you’d rather give your wife a break, that’s all. Have it your way.” He reached over and yanked Liz into position. She yelped with the suddenness of it.

  Jamal smiled. “’Bout time!” He stepped toward her.

  “No, wait!” Rickie said. “I’ll do it!”

  Everyone stopped to stare at him. Bull finally said, “You sure? Maybe your wife wants to be fucked.” He raised an eyebrow at her.

  Liz knew what she was supposed to say and what she wanted to say. She wanted to say, “Yes, I’d rather be fucked,” to save Rickie. She would prefer to be Bull’s private property. But she knew from their conversation what the right thing to say.

  “No, I’m still kinda worn out, Rickie. I would prefer not to fuck him right now.” She paused and added, “but if you’d rather let him do it and eat my out afterward, I guess that would be okay.”

  “No,” he said at once. “You should rest.”

  “Great! Get busy!” Jamal barked. He sat back down.

  Rickie crawled over and opened up Jamal’s pants. His cock was hard already and he had trouble getting it free of his boxers. Liz was fascinated to watch the scene unfold. Here was her heterosexual husband about to go down on a man voluntarily. It made her so hot she suddenly wanted Bull to fuck her, right then and there.

  Rickie took the tip into his mouth and tried to baby it, but Jamal wanted nothing to do with that. “Come on, suck it! Otherwise, this long dong is going up your wife’s ass!”

  The words galvanized Rickie into action. Thankfully, Jamal’s cock was at least clean. Within minutes, he was thrusting his face down onto the man’s cock while Bull and Liz watched. Jamal grabbed Rickie’s head and began to force him down all the way, and Liz knew his cock would be deep into his throat. She could see him trying to breathe during the out stroke and hoped he wouldn’t pass out.

  It didn’t take long. Jamal must’ve been primed from going without most of the day. He suddenly bellowed and pulled Rickie’s head down on his cock and Liz could see his ballsack twitch. Rickie’s face turned red and he held on, his hands bracing against Jamal’s thighs. The man let him go and he pulled back, coughing and sputtering. Great gobs of semen filled his mouth but there was nowhere to spit it out, so he grimaced and swallowed it.

  “All right! That’s my boy!”

  Liz took pity on Rickie. “Okay, I’m taking my slave into the shower. His balls stink and I think he needs to be reshaved.”

  Bull shrugged. “Up to you. I think you’re going too easy on him. Make sure he shaves you too – don’t want you gettin’ hairy down there.”

  Rickie meekly stood.

  Both bulls laughed. “We’ll be checking!” Bull said. He fished the key out of his pocket and handed it over.

  Liz took him into the spare bathroom and knelt down and unlocked his cage.

  “Aaaahhhh,” he breathed, feeling his cock expand freely for the first time in two weeks. “That feels so good!”

  She could tell he was itching to beat off, so she turned on the shower and said, “Hurry up, before I change my mind.” He got in and she followed him. They soaped up and she watched as he took special care to shave her. It made her hot and for a brief moment, she thought about letting him have a quickie. His small cock was jutting out from his stomach in desperate need of relief. She decided she’d rather fuck Bull again and ignored it.

  Rickie finished shaving her and turned to himself. She rinsed off while he shaved his groin bald again. He looked like a little boy. When he was done, his eyes pleaded with her.

  “Just look away for a minute, all right?”

  Liz sighed. “I have to admit, you’ve been a pretty good boy lately. My pussy has been well satisfied by your tongue. Let’s see, how many orgasms have you given me in the last couple weeks?” She looked up and thought about it. “I’d sa
y, probably ten or fifteen. Not very many, really.”

  “I can do better! Please, Liz, jeez!”

  She smiled. “Tell you what. I’ll let you beat off – in fact, I’ll stand here and let you squirt on me – if you promise not to whine and beg for release until I’ve had … let’s say, fifty orgasms on your tongue.”

  Rickie’s jaw dropped, but he was in no condition to argue. “Deal!”

  “Okay, then.” She stepped close, blocking the spray of the shower from him. “Go ahead.”

  It didn’t take long. After being caged and unable to masturbate, Rickie was ready to spurt. He grabbed his small cock and began to rub, moving close – but not touching – his wife. Within a minute, he gasped and squirted his seed all over her stomach. She made a moue of distaste and turned around to wash it off.

  Chapter Eleven

  Rick watched as Liz knelt down and carefully dried him off before caging up his cock once again. The euphoria of the moment was already fading and he contemplated his deal. Fifty orgasms? If it had taken two weeks to give her ten or twelve, so … he did the math. That would be about eight weeks! How did that correspond with her promise to release him after a month?

  “Uh, honey?”

  “Please, call me Mistress. I prefer Bull or Jamal to call me honey.”

  Rick felt a brief wave of loss. Something else that her bulls have taken from him. “Uh, how is our deal going to work with the other part?”

  She looked up, satisfied now that he was caged again. She began to get dressed. “How do you mean?”

  “Well, you’ve been keeping track of my time, you know. I’m supposed to get out by the end of November, right? I mean, unless you have to punish me. So how is our new deal going to work with that?”

  “You’re right. It should be one or the other, right? So let’s do this. I’ll let you out at the end of November to wash and shave. But no squirting! Meanwhile, you give me fifty orgasms with your tongue. Then we’ll look and see how many weeks have been added to that in the meantime for punishments. How does that sound?”